I'm just naturally lazy

He blames the pre-heat for making him irritable - there’s five guys in various states of consciousness on the bar floor; irritable might be an understatement - most of the time he likes to think that he would have just walked away, not taken the fight they were clearly spoiling for, thinking they had the numbers to take him down easily. However the hot flashes have started, and he’s been in the mood to bite something, a simmering anger that wants to burst forth at the slightest inconvenience. He absolutely loathes it. Normally he is in complete control of himself at all times - and then his heat hits and suddenly his body, his emotions are not his own anymore; they rush around outside of his control and all he can do is stand there like a spectator outside his own body.

Billy kicks one of the men - still conscious enough to mutter empty threats - his boot hitting the already broken nose and the man lets out a wail. There is, he knows, a fine line he has to balance here; he has to discourage them from coming after him - leaving a trail of bodies is not ideal either - but if he does too much harm it might embarrass them and they will get it into their heads that they have to reclaim their honor by coming after him, at which point he will have to kill them and it’ll be a whole thing. The color of his skin, the shape of his eyes, they do not give him the courtesy of claiming it was in self defense.

He turns when he hears someone clearing their throat behind him. Next to the bar is a stranger dressed in gray, hat on the counter next to him, a glass of liquid amber in his hands, and blue eyes watching Billy with heat, and something different.

Billy arches an eyebrow.

“You about to drag me off to see the sheriff?”

“I hardly think I would be successful in that endeavor, don’t you agree?” The man drawls, words tinged by a southern accent Billy’s less familiar with than the one he’s been hearing ever since he arrived in Texas.

“Besides,” the man says before Billy can agree with him. “They got what they had coming for them.”

He can identify that look in the stranger’s eyes now, something like approval. Billy’s never one to court approval by anyone, but there’s something refreshing about the newness of it. There's also he notes, something like lust in the man's expression, a look like he wants to devour Billy, and that one is intriguing because the usual hint of fear he would have expected after an display such as this seems entirely absent.

“I also suspect that I am not picking up this bounty.” The man says, sounding more amused, perhaps a little bit self deprecating, than anything else.

“I’m not as meek as you imagined?” Billy asks.

They tend to do that, see only that he’s an omega and miss the part that says how many he’s killed - a number that’s been exaggerated - though most of the bounty hunters coming after him are alphas anyway and perhaps they think they can take him on based simply on that. This stranger though, he doesn’t smell of alpha, doesn’t smell of omega either. Against his better judgment Billy steps closer.

“I admit I was imagining something like that, yes.” The stranger says, there’s a faint hint of pink to his cheeks that looks good on an already handsome face.

“And now?” Billy asks.

The stranger looks Billy up and down, a slow sweep of his gaze.

“Oh, I’m imagining something entirely different.” his voice lower, and it lights something up inside of Billy. It’s another aspect of his heat, making him more reckless, making it difficult to think things through already during pre-heat when he feels less in control of himself.

“Oh really,” he says and smiles.

The stranger’s cheeks grow a darker pink and Billy is struck by the sudden desire to see how far down the blush goes. His heat a greedy thing inside of him wanting to reach out to grab and hold onto this one. He takes a step even closer before he can stop himself.

Whatever is happening is interrupted by the arrival of another man bursting through the door. the sheriff most likely, and Billy freezes on the spot.

"Will you let me handle this?" The stranger asks in a low voice, and Billy looks back at him, and it must be the heat addling his brain, but he nods when he sees the expression on the man's face, something like trust blooming out of nowhere inside him.

"Evening, sheriff." The stranger says, a grin on his face.

"What's going on here?"

"Well, you see this fine young man was just enjoying himself in this delightful establishment-" Bily tries very hard not to laught at anyone calling this hole delightful. "-when this group of men decided to make some very crude advances, I'd rather not repeat. But I do believe any omega has the right to protect their virtue, have they not?"

The sheriff seemed startled for a moment. Billy keeps his face carefully neutral or he might scoff at the idea he has any virtue left to protect.

"Of course, but-"

"Surely, men who try to take advantage of a lone omega wouldn't be representative of the good folk of your town?"

"Obviously not," the sheriff says, actually sounding affronted, which for all Billy knows might even be justified, considering that wasn't why he beat them up. He continues to stay silent though, wondering if it would help if he at least tried to act a bit, but he's not sure what exactly he should be doing to sell this story.

"Han on," the sheriff says incredulous. "Who are you?" The stranger's smile grows even wider.

"Goodnight Robicheaux, a pleasure making your acquaintance, sheriff-"

Billy can almost believe this Goodnight is as pleased as he says he is, his tone is certainly believable. The sherif however has gone oddly pale.

"Wilson," the man says and coughs. "Sheriff Wilson."

"Well then, sheriff Wilson, we best be off, it seems only prudent that I escort this young omega to their home before any other riff-raff sneaks into your fine town to besmirch it and it's fine upstanding citizens even further."

Goodnight grabs his hat and puts a hand on Billy's arm. Billy lets himself be steered towards the door where sheriff Wilson, looking somewhat surprised and overwhelmed, steps aside.

Goodnight stops behind Billy as they pass and says, "Now, if I were you, I'd go get someone to help you round up these scoundrels before you give them a stern talking to about not taking advantage of innocent omegas."

Billy has never been called an innocent omega in his life, and wants to bristle at this comment and part of him does want to punch him for the implications made about him; but he also knows that Goodnight saw him, that he knows Billy doesn't need any protection.

"That should not have worked," Billy says in a low voice a couple of houses down the streets, he recognizes the direction they are going in, towards the stables, and doesn't shake Goodnight's hand off his arm, just lets him continue to steer him.

"No one," he continues,"who looks at me thinks I have any virtue left to protect."

"He didn't need to believe that part."

"No, right, seems to me you took a pretty big gamble on him caring about the moral character of the townspeople."

"What sheriff wouldn't care about that?"

In Billy's experience a great many of them wouldn't give a damn.

"Look, you and I both know why it worked." Goodnight says.

"Maybe I just haven seen such a brazen example of it before." Billy says, instead of voicing his surprise that Goodnight is aware.

"I find that hard to believe."

Billy isn't entirely lying, though it was the first time he's seen an example of it in aid of him, the first time it hasn't been something that makes him burn with anger at the injustice of it all.

He doesn't say anything, the hand on his arm starting to distract him, or rather, the fact that he's starting to notice his heat again is distracting, the persistent itch underneath his skin, and that hand warm where it rests against Billy's arm, not even holding him, and yet he is all of a sudden extremely aware of it.

Goodnight pushes open the door to the livery and enters ahead of Billy, his hand dropping from Billy's arm as he does. Billy follows and pulls the door shut behind them. There's a lantern hanging on a nail next to the door providing some light and at first Billy wonders if that means there are people there, but he can only hear the noise of the horses. Goodnight turns around to look at him.

"I-" Goodnight starts but Billy quickly interrupts.

"Wait." He steps forward closing the distance between them.

"I'd like to thank you," he says, voice low. It's his heat talking, that and he's curious about this guy and the way he looked at Billy there in the saloon, it felt a little bit like the first time someone's actually seen him, and he's not ready to let go of it quite yet. Something hungry in Goody's expression as he licks his bottom lip and Billy tracking the pink tip of his tongue.

"It's your heat," Goodnight says, voice dropping. As if that's ever stopped anyone before.

"It's barely started," Billy says taking a step forward, close enough their chests brush with each inhale, close enough Billy can count Goodnight's eyelashes as his eyelids flutter close for a second.

"I didn't do it for this," Goodnight says, which is an intiguing statement, Billy finds it difficult to believe he helped out of the goodness of his heart, but he doesn't care to question it right now, not when his heat is burning away at the edges of his common sense.

"Do you want this?" He asks instead.

Goodnight nods meeting Billy's gaze head on.

"Then stop arguing."

He's pushed back against the door. Goodnight’s hand cradling the back of his head preventing him from hitting his skull against the wood; gentle in contrast to the biting kiss. Billy giving as much as he’s taking and it is firing up something deep in Billy’s core. This is just to take the edge off his heat, give him the chance to travel to the next town over.

“Call me Goody.” Goodnight says in between pressing kisses along Billy’s jaw.

“Billy.” He gasps as Goody bites down the side of his neck, Billy tilting his head to give him better access.

Billy has had heat partners he didn’t even know the name of at the end, and they certainly didn’t know his; Goody offers it so willingly and readily Billy can’t help himself from giving his own name back. If he believed in witchcraft he would have said that Goody has bewitched him into letting his guard down too easily.

Goody’s leg works its way between Billy’s legs and Billy grasps the lapels of Goody’s jacket tightly and grinds down, his hardening cock rubbing against a firm thigh and he sighs. Goody finds his way back to Billy’s mouth and they are kissing again with Billy continuing to rub himself against Goody’s thigh.

The kiss has less teeth this time, not for lack of trying on Billy’s part as he nibbles on Goody’s bottom lip, but Goody - one hand cupping his jaw the other tangled in his hair still keeping Billy from hitting the wall behind him - tilts Billy’s head and Billy loses himself for a moment. Goody kisses like he could just do this for hours, kissing and lazily grinding against each other, it’s intense and overwhelming and the way he is cradled in Goody’s hands is almost sweet. For a moment he lets himself have that, lets himself believe that he can have it, that thing his heat is always yearning for, but which he’s never been allowed to have. This isn’t for him, that much the world has taught him - but for just this moment he let's himself believe.

He breaks the kiss, looking down at where he’s still grinding against Goody. Panting he reaches down and grinds the palm of his hand against the bulge in Goody’s pants, making him moan, a sound that goes straight through Billy like a bolt of lightning.

“You always get hard watching bar brawls?” Billy asks, looking back into Goody’s eyes, blown wide and that lovely blush even darker than before, and he smirks.

“Only when the underdog winning is devastatingly handsome.”

“Oh yeah?” Billy continues to watch his face while slowly unbuttoning button after button in Goody’s pants. “Devastating, huh?”

“Would you like me to quote poetry to describe the way your beauty took my breath away?” He says and smiles and Billy doesn’t know if he’s teasing or not.

“No.” He says. "Did it really turn you on?" he asks and shoves his hand down Goody's pants gripping his cock, hot, hard, and thick in Billy's hand. Goody moans out a yes against the side of Billy's neck, his tongue lapping at his skin.

"It did," Goody whispers, "would have taken you on the floor if we hadn't gotten interrupted."

Whatever blood was left in the rest of Billy's body rushes so quickly down to his cock, he feels lightheaded as he grinds against Goody, chasing friction and pleasure. He rubs the precome from the head of Goody’s cock down the shaft, making Goody’s hip twitch and then pulls it out of his pants, letting it slide slick and hot over the palm of his hand, slowly tightening his grip on every stroke until he gets a reaction.

“Yes.” Goody hisses and bites down on Billy’s neck, near his jugular and Billy shudders. He’s hot all over, mind clouding over with the pressing need of his cock, slick is dripping down his legs ruining his own pants, and he can’t be bothered to care about it.

Goody’s hands are at Billy's button fly, fingers clumsy but Billy can’t make himself let go of either the jacket he has in a firm grip, so hard his knuckles must be whitening, or of Goody’s cock. Finally he gets them opened and pulls out Billy’s cock. The first touch has him both hissing and shuddering, and he bites down on Goody’s earlobe because it’s right there. Goody whines. Billy grips both of their cocks bringing them together which makes Goody moan so sweetly, and that is quickly becoming Billy’s most favorite sound for how it travels straight through him and down to his cock.

Goody’s fingers are tangled in Billy’s hair and he pulls his head back, Billy moaning because it feels so good. Then Goody’s mouth is on his again and they are kissing, their hands joined on their cocks, speeding up faster and faster. He can feel his orgasm approaching as focusing on actually kissing becomes tricky and they end up with their foreheads leaning against each other, Goody’s breaths warm puffs of air on Billy’s face and he closes his eyes and just lets himself feel. Every breath of air, every stroke, every little sound.

Their joined hands speed up, they are both making little aborted thrusts forward, both chasing their orgasm. Billy can feel it building and building. Goody comes first with a gasp as he sags forward into Billy, dropping his head down to Billys shoulder. The warm come makes their cocks even slicker and Billy is essentially fucking Goody’s hand which has stilled as he pants against Billy. With a surge of something rushing through him Billy comes, and bites down on Goody’s shoulder as he does to muffle a shout he can feel crawling up his throat.

***

"You're not actually going to escort me anywhere, are you?" Billy asks as they ride out of town.

"I've already failed to protect your virtue I fear."

Billy snorts, and then tamps down on the start of a smile.

"I just figured it'd be more believable if we left together." Goody says from the back of his horse. "If you want," he looks over at Billy "you can tell me to fuck off in a couple of miles."

Billy's chest twists in an uncomfortable way, and he has to look anywhere else. He should want him to fuck off of course, that's how he's felt with all his heat partners. Goody isn't even a heat partner, it hasn't truly started yet, he can still feel it building. Soon he'll feel like he's burning up and the only relief will be having another person touching him, he'll feel empty and need something to fill him up. When he gets to the city he's going to have to find someone.

"My heat hasn't started yet." He says. Studiously not glancing over at Goody. "I'll probably barely have enough time to get to the city." He pauses before says, "What if I don't tell you to fuck off?"

"Well, I'd be honored to."

"Not much of an honor." Billy scoffs. "Got rid of that virtue a long time ago." He likes how that sounds, makes it seem like it was a choice he made himself.

"I'd still like to be of help." Goody says. Billy wants to ask why, but he's not sure he wants to know, he will have to be able to walk away eventually.

"It's just for my heat," he says, reminding himself as much as he's reminding Goody. "I'll tell you to fuck off when it's done." Strange, twisting feelings in his chest could be ignored if it came down to it.

"I'll leave when you tell me to." Goody says, like a promise.

They ride in silence for maybe half a mile before Goody launches into a story from his life, at least Billy assumes it is a story from his life, Goody wasn't particularly clear on that when he started it. Billy feels content to sit and listen, letting the cadence of Goody's voice wash over him.

Later as they make camp for the night when they are sitting on opposite sides of the fire, Goody looks up at him, fire dancing in his eyes, but expression warm and inviting. Billy has the sudden unbidden wish that was sitting next to him.

"You know, you could probably make pretty penny in an organized fight, perhaps even a quick draw if you are any good with that gun on your hip."

He is very good with his gun, Billy thinks, but he'd rather show him, and it's too dark for that now.

"Get them to underestimate you to bet on your opponent and raking in the money when you win."

"With the way I look, they won't take me seriously enough to even let me try," Billy says with a shake of his head.

"What if," Goody starts and Billy looks up at him again but Goody is watching the fire. "What if I was there, I could vouch for you. I could probably smooth out a lot of incidents, no more bar brawls for you."

"But it turns you on to watch me brawl," Billy can't help but say, just to watch Goody's cheeks pink in the light of the fire.

“I think I’ll get quite enough of that anyway.” Goody mumbles, and stubbornly stares into the fire. When Billy stays silent he adds, “We’d split all the money equally of course.”

He looks up at Billy then, expression and voice so earnest Billy can’t help believing that he’s telling the truth. Besides, it’s not a terrible idea. People underestimate him all the time, it would not be hard to get people to bet against him in a fight.

"Don't you have your own life to get back to?" He has to ask. Goody shrugs.

"I've got nothing that's particularly pressing to get back to."

"I'll think about it." Billy says. "I'll let you know after my heat."

***

While having a choice in heat partners still is a novelty, this is the first time he feels a sense of strange excitement instead of dread - along with all the signs of his heat, the growing itch under his skin, the way he feels flushed and hot, his clothes feel wrong and terrible where they touch him - or resignation. He keeps catching Goody looking at him, with that same hunger that makes heat flush through him. Billy isn't sure what Goody sees when he looks at him, but it feels different from all the other times, when he picked the first alpha to at least look at him.

His heat brings with it among other things a more sensitive sense of smell and the city is quite possibly the worst place to be when you can smell everything, and everything smells so strongly. He has to fight the impulse to not cling to Goody and bury his nose in the side of his neck - his beta smell had been quite subtle but that morning Billy had finally noticed a warm blend of spices and something sweet like apples - to save his sense of smell from the onslaught of scents and odour.

With determination, and a small sense of urgency because while he can and will fight off any alpha that shows up to pester him because they can scent his, by this point, almost full blown heat it will be a waste of time, and if the authorities are called he isn't sure Goody could talk them out of it. He follows the streets taking turns at random, he's never been here, but he knows what he is looking for is the thing. Occasionally he'll glance over at Goody who is inevitably watching him, but not saying anything or asking any questions. Eventually Billy sees a door where someone at the bottom edge of it has painted a symbol, looking a little bit like the letter O but broken up at the bottom and two lines turned outwards at the bottom.

Billy knocks on the door and waits. When no one has opened it after a few beats he knocks again, even firmer this time. The door i opened by a woman, Billy clocks her as a beta immediately, she's wearing a very nice looking waistcoat and perfectly tailored pants.

"I-" Billy starts and grabs Goody by the sleeve pulling him closer because he's drifted behind Billy. "We would like a room." He says.

"Cutting it a little close are we?"

Billy doesn't frown or glare, but he suspects his neutral expression might be just as telling.

"Payment up front," she says once it's clear Billy isn't going to say anything to her comment. "Any additional days are paid at the end of your stay."

Money changes hands and they follow her inside. The hallway is lit up by gas lamps, and she heads for a narrow staircase. Billy and Goody following, there's a doorway to their left before they get to the stairs with a thin white lace curtain hanging in front of it, it manages to obscure the people inside the room only showing enough to make out that there are people, alphas and omegas inside the room, that much Billy can pick up on from scent alone.

They only go up one floor and down a corridor with doors open to various bedrooms until they get to the end and the final bedroom door.

 Goody goes through the door first and Billy follows, making sure to lock the door behind him. It's a small room, not much more than a wide bed and a shelf holding a couple of books, which Goody starts to look at. Billy takes a moment to watch him in the golden light of the afternoon sun streaming through the room's single window, making him glow. Perhaps it's not just the novelty of having someone who is so clearly attracted to him, but that part of the excitement is that Billy is feeling a spark of something when he looks at Goody as well, which he doesn't think is entirely because of his heat.

At this point though, it is becoming very hard for him to control the fire inside of him, the burning need. He grabs hold of Goody, who goes easily when Billy pushes him down on the edge of the bed before he straddles his legs and sits down in his lap, hands fisted in Goody's shirt in an iron grip. Goody's mouth is warm and welcoming, his arms go around Billy and his firm hands roam across Billy's back as they kiss. He grinds his cock, already hard against Goody's thigh, wishing for friction and to not be hampered by his own clothes. Clothes that are distracting and constricting, making his skin itch where the fabric touches him.

He has to pull back, Goody makes a tiny protesting noise when the kissing stops.

"Get rid of this." Billy says tugging at Goody's shirt before he starts working on the buttons of his own shirt.

"What if I help you first?" Goody says and his fingers start fiddling with the buttons on Billy's waistcoat, which is a great idea, because he is going to have to remove that before he removes his shirt; he should have thought of that himself.

"You are going to want to get undressed eventually," he does say though, he feels hot just looking at Goody and all the clothes he's wearing. He glances up at Goody's face and his crooked smiled.

"Soon enough," Goody says. "I want to look at you."

Billy has to stop unbuttoning his shirt to let Goody help him off with his waistcoat, dropping it to the floor behind Billy.

"You are going to be seeing me naked so much you'll grow tired of it." Billy mumbles.

"I find that very hard to believe." Goody says with such earnestness, and a pulse of warmth travels through Billy's body; and he's grateful he can hide his face for a moment as he pulls his shirt over his head. When he can see Goody's face again he notices him looking at his chest, the expression on his face is so openly, nakedly full of want that it makes Billy shiver.

The people, mostly alphas, Billy has been with so far have been more interested in having someone to stick their cock in, which they made perfectly clear - though in fairness when Billy is in heat he doesn't much care either, all he needs in that moment is to be full of cock - and it feels strange and new the way Goody is looking at him, the way he responds to Billy; he can clearly notice the bulge in Goody's pants now, and when he puts a hand and squeezes on it Goody shudders beneath him.

Billy starts to open his pants, and then pauses when he realizes he's going to have to stand up again to get them off, and he doesn't want to loose all this contact with Goody. He's distracted as Goody cups his cheek in one hand and tilts his head up and to the side to kiss him. He loses himself in the movement of lips and tongue, the urgent need of his heat receding just a little bit, focuses him.

Goody turns them while Billy's distracted, pushes him down on his back on the bed, and Billy freezes, both body and mind. He can tell Goody notices, the way he himself stills and the frown that appears on his face. He'll feel embarrassed by it later, right now he can't rightly feel anything as his thoughts start to float away.

When he blinks back into more awareness he's sitting up, breathing shallowly through his nose, Goody is kneeling on the floor, Billy's boots are off and his pants are pooled around his bare feet.

"You good?" Goody asks, and the gentle, careful tone pisses him off, embarrassment burning under his skin, and he wants to reach for his knife and stab Goody, or himself to get away from it.

"Take off your clothes."

Goody looks hesitant, which is just even more infuriating.

"If you don't, I am going downstairs to find an alpha who will."

It is an empty threat, though Billy doesn't think Goody realizes that with the speed he gets up on his feet and start fumbling with his shirt buttons; Billy would rather take the excruciating cramps at this point than having to put up with a complete stranger right now.

He watches Goody undress and slowly his heat starts to make itself known to him again. Even though he's naked he feels uncomfortably hot, sweat starting to bead on his skin, there's an itch inside his breast only getting stronger, a rumbling in his stomach that is finally heralding the cramps, cramps that can only be sated by sex.

He managed to ride it out once alone. His first heat after escaping, holed up in a room above a saloon; terrified that someone would catch up with him there, when he was incapable of defending himself. Him and the linen drenched in sweat, he'd wondered what would kill him first dehydration or the cramps. It had been the worst pain he'd felt in his life, unbearable pain that had left him gasping for breath and forced to bite down on his pillow to not wail out loud. Touching himself, shoving his own fingers inside of him had not helped, it gave a little relief, but never made it go away completely the way he knew getting fucked would have. He had been weak for days even after the heat had finally passed, lasting longer than any of his other heats, and he'd known that he couldn't go through it again, not when it left him so vulnerable in the aftermath as well.

If he wanted to function this was a necessity, something that he just had to get it over with, to sate that biological imperative to be fucked, as he'd heard another omega describe it as. It's that or die, and Billy isn't going to die to his own heat, lying in a sopping wet bed from his own sweat and slick with his fingers up his ass.

He looks at Goody who finally stands gloriously naked in front of Billy, the setting sun making him glow even more now that all his skin is on display.

Billy holds out a hand and Goody immediately steps closer, he wraps his hand around Goody's wrist and looks up into his face. There's still a trace of concern which Billy wishes to wipe away from his expression. He's also crucially, Billy notes with a quick glance down and then back up, not hard anymore.

"I hope I don't have to punch someone to get you interested again."

Goody lets out a noise, a sort of strangled laugh, and a complicated expression crossing his face.

***

(I removed a bunch of dialogue and stuff from that last section because I felt it was needlessly slowing it down and we should be getting to the sex faster, and then this whole thing came out and I killed the mood for myself again in a different way)

(I should probably just be trying to write a normal omegaverse fic with kinky sex and not write about the fucked up-ness of what if you are an omega who was sexually abused repeatedly which traumatized you but you are still biologically driven to fuck anyway, and also you are absolutely at no point willing to acknowledge to yourself that you are traumatized)

He looks at Goody who finally stands gloriously naked in front of Billy, the setting sun making him glow even more now that all his skin is on display.

Billy holds out a hand and Goody immediately steps closer, he wraps his hand around Goody's wrist and looks up into his face. There's still a trace of concern which Billy wishes to wipe away from his expression. He's also crucially, Billy notes with a quick glance down and then back up, not hard anymore.

"I hope I don't have to punch someone to get you interested again."

Goody lets out a noise, a sort of strangled laugh, and a complicated expression crossing his face.

"Get on the bed." Billy says before Goody can open his mouth again. Goody doesn't even hesitate before lying down on his back, and there's a burst of warm pleasure in the pit of Billy's stomach at the readiness Goody did as ordered.

Billy straddles Goody's thighs, hand wrapping around his limp cock and starts stroking it. Goody lets out a sigh, eyelids fluttering close for a second before he opens them again and looks straight at Billy, gaze burning; and Billy shivers a little bit at being the object of all that desire he sees on Goody's face. He pulls his hand back and licks his palm all the while continuing to stare at Goody's face before grabbing his cock again, feeling it start to firm up; his own lies leaking against one hairy thigh and it takes some effort to not start rubbing against Goody's leg.

"Are you just going to lie there?" Billy asks.

"What would you have me do?"

Billy has to test him and asks: "You'd do anything I asked you to?" and feels almost dizzy when Goody nods.

He presses a finger to the slit in Goody's cock, letting the precome coat it, listening to the noises Goody makes then, letting go of his cock leans forward and pushes his finger into Goody's open mouth, pressing down on Goody's tongue letting him taste himself.

"Anything?" Billy asks, his face inches from Goody's and glances down at Goody's lips around his finger as the man sucks on it. Billy repeats the question when Goody fails to answer. This time he nods.

"If I told you to leave, you'd leave?" Billy asks. Goody goes rigid underneath him and Billy pulls his finger from Goody's mouth. He feels tense as well, his own body locked up looming over Goody and feeling his every breath against his face.

"Yes," Goody says after what feels like an eternity but likely was just a mere second.

Billy wants to test him on it, wants to tell him to leave to see if he'd actually do it. Goody even looks concerned Billy might do it; but his stomach choses that moment to cramp, dull throbbing pain from deep down in his stomach, and the must struggle to not let it show because the frown reappears on Goody's face.

"Touch me," Billy says instead, it comes out as a command and while he expects a lot of things he does not expect the gentle hand on the side of his face or the thumb softly brushing his cheekbone.

"May I?"

Billy has to close his eyes as the wave of something washes through him. He nods, still with his eyes closed he lets himself feel Goody's hand move to the back of his head, pulling him down and into a kiss. His other hand strokes down Billy's spine and finds the small of his back. Billy scoots up a bit so that their cocks rub against each other, and Goody's hand travels further down to squeeze his ass. Billy groans into Goody's mouth.

He almost wants to stay like this, slowly kissing and grinding against Goody, their cocks brushing and a low level of pleasure simmering inside him, but the cramps start to become more insistent, and a fire is burning under his skin making.

Pulling back makes Goody whine and chase after him, but Billy sits up and looks down at him. There's a hint of a blush all down from Goody's cheek to his chest and Billy rakes his fingers down from his nipples to stomach.

"I'm going to ride you now." He says. "I am not going to be doing all the work."

Goody gives him a toothy grin, gold tooth glinting. Billy surprises himself by grinning back.

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it." Goody says. Billy can feel more slick leaking out of him and behind his back Goody pulls his legs up, lifting his hips slightly and trying to give a little thrust despite Billy weighing him down, jostling him a bit as the skin under Billy is slippery with his slick.

The dull throbbing pain in his stomach a constant now, he feels so empty, and hot, a furnace burning away inside of him and he wonders how Goody can even stand it where they are touching, one of his hands on Goody's stomach surely burning his mark into his skin. He reaches back and takes hold of Goody's cock, making him groan, his hips making an aborted little thrust again which almost unsettles Billy from where's sitting.

He lifts himself up to standing on his knees, Goody's own hands finding Billy's thighs, palms and fingers eagerly gripping his legs; and again Billy marvels that it is possible to even touch him. With the help of his hand on Goody's cock to keep it steady, Billy slowly sinks down, groaning, his eyes falling shut and tips his head back. Every nerve in his body singing with pleasure as he's filled to the brim by Goody.

The final inch goes in thanks to Goody thrusting up and Billy gasps and opens his eyes again. He puts his hands on top of Goody's and lifts at the same time as Goody lowers his hips. Goody slips out of him and it takes them a few tries to get the right timing to prevent that from happening and after that Billy sets a fast pace rushed on by the fire burning inside of him.

He watches the way Goody's eyes close in pleasure each time Billy fully seats himself on his cock, only to spring back open half a second later to latch onto Billy's face as if he doesn't want to miss out on seeing him for a second and it makes something twist inside of Billy and he has to look away.

Sweat beads on his skin, and he's still on fire. Even with his eyes closed, head tilted back and moaning every time he's fully seated and Goody's cock rubs against that spot inside of him that makes sparks fly in his body, he can still feel Goody's eyes on him. He feels cracked open as the pleasure makes it hard for him to hide himself away; shame and embarrassment will come later in the moment all he can focus on is how he feels; and he feels amazing.

Goody twists his hands to grasp Billy's wrists and tugs lightly, Billy lets himself be pulled down and forward until his hands are on either side of Goody's shoulders and he is bent over Goody's chest, hiding his face in the crook of Goody's neck as Goody's thrusting rocks him forward. He licks a stripe along Goody's throat and listens to him groan, smelling sweat and the same spices he notices earlier, even stronger now. Goody's hand is stroking up and down his spine making Billy shiver and his other hand is buried in Billy's hair.

"Now who's doing all the work." Goody says in a low teasing tone and Billy almost laughs, luckily it turns into a groan instead. He tries his best to meet each of Goody's thrusts for a bit before he gives up and just takes it.

It's not long before Goody's thrusts turn erratic, shallower and faster thrusts and Billy leaning his forehead against Goody's chest reaches down to bring himself off, as useless at it usually is; but it feels good in the moment of orgasm when pleasure fills him up and he feels like he might float away. As Goody comes moments later, Billy's brought back into the moment by the cock slipping out of him and he bites back an disappointed whine. He's still hard, still burning up, and he feels empty. He has to bury his face in Goody's chest. Can't control his own expression in this moment. His body still wants, needs, craves; but in his head he doesn't want more, he wants to be left alone, grateful that he's not stuck on some knot even while his body rebels against his mind and demands it, fills him with a sense of frustration at being left empty too soon.

Then Goody groans pulling him out of his thoughts and back into the present where one of Goody's hands trail down Billy's body and shoves two fingers inside of him, pushing back the slick and come inside.

"Gonna take a bit before I can go again," Goody says in a low voice. His other hand stroking Billy's side. "Feel free to rub yourself off on me."

Billy, gratefully does.

*

Goody sits naked as the day we was born in the chair seemingly unfazed by Billy kicking him out of the bed - without the use of a single knife - some of his relaxed posture could be the opium in the cigarette he pilfered from Billy's pocket. Billy watches him from where he's lying on his side in the bed. His skin still prickling everywhere Goody touched him. He's not hard anymore, but he can still feel the fire smolder inside of him, a single breath will fan it back into life, and there's the cramps almost starting back up. But for now he can ignore them, grateful for a small reprieve. Especially since right now the idea of being touched makes him shudder.

"I was unaware that you could just get a room in a place like this." Goody says from where he's sitting.

"Technically it also functions as a omega safe house."

Obviously most of the money is made from the alphas visiting the brothel for the omegas there, and in this case, Billy assumes based on the proprietors very nice looking clothes, this place was visited by very wealthy alphas. They often were, rich people who could pay their way out whenever the authrorities raided the place because they have to follow up on a tip from someone saying the place is used for more than just housing unmated omegas in need; nothing more than a farce seeing as everyone knows, and half the alphas on the police force are also customers.

"So, they have to rent out rooms to omegas looking to ride out their heat."

Billy's never been to this exact house before, but it's not his first time since getting away that he's been in one of these places.

"And if they don't bring a partner one can be provided for them?"

Billy nods. "The alpha clients are looking to be with an omega, doesn't matter if it is someone already connected to establishment or just a visitor."

Goody hums a little and takes another drag on the cigarette. Billy watches him and waits for him to ask, to confirm what he must be suspecting. But no more questions about it seem forthcoming.

Most omegas never leave these places; they are a last resort for many who have been cast out for one reason or another and they don't have the means to ever leave. Predominantly male omegas. None of them are ever going to bear a child, and yet they all experience the same heat as their female counterparts.

'Life would have been easier for you, had you presented as anything but an omega' he'd been told at the railway after he first presented; told this in a tone that implied that Billy had somehow chosen this, as if any of this would have been something he wanted. Having to expose himself to strangers, tearing himself open over and over again, leaving himself vulnerable; it makes his skin crawl, makes him want to fight a losing battle against his own nature.

"You know there are heat aids." Goody says from the chair. Billy is aware, he asked around, asking how anyone could stay chaste until marriage if going through a heat on your own came with the potential of dying. The only problem of course was that nobody is selling those in the open, so finding a place that actually sold them was hard enough. He's figured out that the are more common to those with money to spare, and as such any store keeper will take one look at Billy and throw him back on the street.

"The best aid would be to stop the heats from happening."

"Maybe one day." Good says and smiles reassuringly. Billy thinks even if it happens in his lifetime it'll still be out of reach for him.

"If I said yes your partnership idea," Billy says after they've stayed quiet for a bit. "Would you see me through my heats?" The idea of having the same heat partner fills him with a strange sense of trepidation though he's not sure what he is worried about.

"If you'd have me," Goody says and Billy can't interpret the look on his face.

"It would be the most obvious solution." That or asking Goody to buy him a heat aid, but it seems like a waste of money that could go to food for him and his horse if he has someone willing to ride it out with, even if having to be vulnerable makes his skin crawl after.

A small smile plays on Goody's lips. "Of course."

Billy considers it for a moment longer.

"I don't fuck outside of my heats." He watches Goody carefully who doesn't give anything away just regards Billy with something like curiosity.

"At all, or just not getting fucked?" Goody asks. Before Billy could say that he meant any and all fucking Goody continues: "Because if it's the second I am quite happy to be on the receiving end." The smile and his words makes something hot unfurl in Billy's stomach, likely his heat is starting to grow again; but he files away the information so that he can consider it later.

*

After everything Billy shouldn't be surprised when after the first quick draw Goody hands him a stack of bills and a bag of coins and tells him to "split it up evenly will you?"

"Would you even know if I did it unevenly and gave myself more?" Billy asks, even though bringing it up can serve to remind Goody of the possibility.

"I trust you." Goody says and winks at him before sauntering off to the bar to get them something to eat, and something to drink for himself. Billy can't help himself and watches him for a moment before turning to the money in his hands.

He splits up evenly and gives exactly half of it to Goody when he comes back who slips it easily into a pocket without even bothering to count it.

A small part of Billy had expected to be cheated, used and eventually tossed to the side - not that Billy would have ever let it come to that, he knows when to cut and run, he's not going to repeat mistakes of the past - but Goody continues to surprise him.

The way they'll visit saloon after saloon - flush with their winnings - where Billy tries to fade into the background as he's used to while people approach Goodnight who happily engages them in conversation and card games - wringing even more money out of them, money he still splits with Billy - and despite Billy doing his best to not be involved, Goody continually turns to him to ask him if he agrees or disagrees on any given topic, Billy rarely voices an opinion but Goodnight will still give him a small private smile before turning back to his conversation.

Goody in public is an unrepentant liar, able to make up complete bullshit on the spot and nobody ever calls him out on it. Anytime a bounty hunter comes sniffing around he'll tell them that obviously this here Billy can't be the dangerous wanted criminal, because Billy is riding with him and would that other Billy be doing that? Of course not. He doesn't even give bother to make up a new name, and yet every single time it seems to work, much to Billy's bafflement.

In private Goody tells him stories, less outrageous, less obviously false although Billy supposes they could still be made up, except for the way Goody tells them always feels like he's opening up, revealing something he wouldn't share to a saloon full of strangers. It'll be funny stories from his youth or stories from just a few years ago, the latter almost always featuring someone named Sam Chisolm, Billy never calls him out on the gap of missing years in between.

Goody doesn't prod, or rather he seems content in letting Billy decide which questions to answer whenever he asks Billy about his life, even though Billy doesn't answer most of them. He's unclear what Goody interprets from his silences, how much that also gives away; he remembers though and never repeats the questions.

*

He doesn't know what wakes him up, but in the next second he's aware and sitting up, hand on the knife underneath his pillow. Early morning light it streaming through the window and he can't see anything obviously threatening that could have woken him up. Then he turns his head and sees Goody sitting up in his own bed - they always sleep in separate beds, Billy can't share a bed with anyone outside of his heat and barely during his heat - trembling all over, face ashen and eyes glassy and unseeing. It is not the first time Billy's seen the after effects of one of Goody's bad dreams.

He lets go of his knife, there is unfortunately nothing to fight, and pads over to Goody's bed, clambering onto it and sits down with his back against the wall. Slowly he lifts a hand and puts it on Goody's shoulder. The man is tense all over, trembling and barely noticing Billy's hand which he moves slowly to the back of Goody's neck and squeezes once softly, feeling all the tension drain out of him as he sags first down a bit and then lets Billy guide him down to lie on his side, head in Billy's lap, and Billy strokes his hair and tells him a story. A true story and one day perhaps he'll tell it to Goody in English, instead of grasping for words in a language he's slowly losing, he's not sure how much Goody would be able to hear anyway in this state.

He's almost dozing off, fingers still carding through Goody's hair, story finished a while ago, when Goody in a thick voice says: "Didn't mean to wake you."

"The sun was rising anyway."

"We could get separate rooms."

"Don't be ridiculous," Billy says. "Are you going to suggest we set camp a quarter mile from each other as well?"

"When you put it like that it does sound ridiculous." He turns around to lie on his back, looking up at Billy, eyes and expression unguarded and yet Billy still can't read them, not properly because the only conclusion he can draw seems so farfetched to be ridiculous as well. "I'm sorry." Goody says.

"What are you apologizing for, I hardly lost any sleep."

"That's-" Goody starts, stops and shakes his head. He smiles up at Billy, brilliant and happy and Billy doesn't think anyone's ever looked that happy when looking at him; his stomach does an unpleasant flip. "Nevermind, since we're up we might as well get going." Goody says and rolls out of bed and Billy's lap feels instantly cold.