Chapter 9

The second the door upstairs shut behind them, Jim was on Corey. Pressing the short man against the door, he leaned down and kissed him hungrily. It's been only a few days since they had to part, but it felt like months to him so now he was drinking in that missed taste thirstily.

"Is that a gun or you're just happy to see me?" Jim asked when they both came up for air, the hazel eyes full of lust, love and also playfulness as he stroked along Corey's skull, wanting to get used to the short hair.

The shaman just giggled flushed and feeling happy finally in his pair's arms. "Actually it's a gun. But I missed you hugely," he said stepping away and pulling out the six shooter posing with it for his man, just feeling lightheaded and playful too over Jim liking him this way too.

Stepping back towards the bed Jim gave Corey some room to pose for him. "Damn, missed you so much too... and you look so hot like this too... So very, very hot... Hotter than last night in my head while I touched myself thinking of you," he babbled without thinking, his eyes glued to the other man as if he wanted to eat him up with his gaze. But there was something else in that look too.

Clearing his throat, Jim nodded towards the bed behind him. "Detective... I believe you wanted to try out this bed, no? Do you mind if I join you in it? There's enough room in it for two..." he said already taking off his jacket before unbuttoning his white shirt as he sat down on the edge, looking up at his man hungrily.

"Oh yeah. Always wanted to try out.... such beds... Like in sheriff residences," Corey said serious but laughed going over to him after putting the gun on the table. 

"I slept last night in the sacred cave we became one for the first time. I almost did like you did in this bed as my mind was full of you and the way we got intimate," he spoke softly, blushing a bit. Getting the scarf off his neck and keeping the eye-contact with his man as he pulled off his own jacket and started to unbutton his white shirt, standing between the long thighs of Jim. His hands were caressing the long silky light-brown hair just admiring Jim from close. "You're my other half. I've longed to be with you again…"

Leaning into the stroking hands for a moment, Jim let himself enjoy the soft touches as Corey's moving words washed over him like invigorating waves. "I longed to be with you too... I feel incomplete without you. So clumsy and lost..." he whispered as he was opening Corey's belt, taking off the gun holster and letting it drop on the floor with a thud.

"I want to show you just how much I missed you..." he purred while opening Corey's pants too to free the quickly filling long cock there. Glimpsing at it, a deep growl-like sound left Jim's throat and in the next second he pulled Corey even closer so he could lick along the flushed meat in front of his face. He moaned from the familiar taste then sucked the first few inches between his lips, hazy eyes looking up at the man he started worshiping like he deserved.

Corey closed his eyes and moaned as he felt Jim’s pampering lips around his shaft. "You are perfect for me... I love you so much," he breathed opening his eyes and kept caressing Jim's hair just watching and letting him do as he wanted. Corey wanted all that too anyway...

Watching Corey's pleasure was one of Jim's favorite things in the world. He looked so amazing like that. Getting lost in the joy he was giving to his pair.

Jim also felt his heart speeding up from the whispered confession and to signal that he felt the same, he dug his fingers into the small naked ass before sucking Corey all the way down into his throat. Jim's eyes watered, but he fought off his gag reflex and kept that perfect long and slightly curved cock down his throat for a few moments.

Then he slipped off it, a strand of saliva still connecting him to it as he looked up admiringly at his holy shaman. "Do you... do you want to take me as yours?" he panted, even the thought making his trapped cock throb hard.

A series of animalistic groans escaped Corey while he trembled, buried deep inside Jim's skilled throat. 

As he tried to focus with a dizzy head, hearing Jim's question, he moaned biting his lip. "Yes. I want you to be mine… I’ve never done that… I want to give you as much joy as you always give me... Can you... help me with it?"

Jim just loved the shyness on the beloved face. Caressing the firm butt in a soothing manner, the young sheriff nodded, smiling and so in love...

"Of course I'll help you. Like I always do when you need it," he kissed Corey's by then naked tummy before quickly kicking off his own boots.

Dropping back on the bed, Jim's hands were on his belt, opening it along with his pants. "First step... Let's get fully naked," he giggled with a dirty look, his eyes never leaving his man's hot form.

"That already sounds familiar," Corey giggled too and got rid of his boots and pants fully fast too. He helped to pull of the pants from Jim's long legs all naked already.

Chuckling on how it took some effort, Jim grinned up at the redhead. "See? Not everything is new. You've learned a lot and let me tell you..." he reached out a hand for Corey to pull him on top of his bigger body "you have a natural talent for this too," he winked at him then caught the soft lips in a passionate and deep kiss. His long arms went around the tattooed man right away, holding him close as if he never wanted to let him go.

Corey returned the deep kiss and tried to gather himself to do as his pair did to him before. He loved the tall man and wanted to please him so much. 

So to start somewhere, he pushed his knee between the long thighs and took over the lead of their kiss. Pressing his hips to the other man, he bit and pulled on the plump lips, caressing the hair out of the long neck and pushed Jim's head gently aside to leave his lips and start to bite and suck on the goose-bumped skin.

Jim knew that he was going to have to encourage his lover in every possible way to help him through the first shy steps, so to do so, he moaned from the bites and sucking on his neck, opening his long thighs wider as an invitation. Not that these things would be so hard, because frankly, he really loved every action his man was taking to love Jim.

"I love your lips and tongue and teeth on me... You excite me so much every single time... Feels so good..." he added then moaned, lightly bucking his hips upwards in search of some friction.

The shaman only answered with a low lustful growl. Recalling how much Jim loved when his wild spirit was more on surface, he let that side of him more free and moved lower on the beloved body. Moving his thighs to rub against the hardness of his pair, his lips found one of the big nipples and sucked on it hard.

Jim just loved those muscular thighs, especially when they were rubbing against his erection. Biting his lip he muffled a louder moan as his nipple was sucked on, sending a rush of joy right into his leaking cock.

"You're so amazing!" he groaned, stroking his man wherever he could reach him.

"You taste so good. I can't get enough of you…" Corey whispered and moved lower on the long body till he kneeled on the floor between the long thighs and pushed them up even more to pamper Jim's private parts like it was his favorite meal. Which was the truth, to be honest...

The shaman kissed and licked the long leaking meat, his hands caressed the balls and butt of his man with love and hunger.

"G-good..." Jim groaned happily and even smirked down at the other man, pulling his legs up a bit more to give Corey better access. Closing his eyes he took a moment to simply enjoy that long tongue on his sensitive parts, pulse quickening in anticipation of what else will come afterwards.

Focusing on pleasing Jim, Corey sucked the long meat for a while then moved lower to lick the awaiting hole a few times. Just as testing how it feels for him too.

Deciding that he loved it, especially the sounds he managed to coax out from the big man. Getting his courage from it he started rimming Jim, pushing his long tongue inside his body to prepare him. Like his pair did to him before…

Jim's skin broke out in goose bumps again while at the same time he felt as if hot water was poured on him. "Yes! Just like that. Feels so good, my love! Give me a finger too when you're ready..." he panted slightly out of breath and focused on relaxing his muscles as much as possible.

Corey just hummed and licked his middle finger slowly easing it inside the tight hotness. He was so concentrating on the process that he had to remind himself to pull on the throbbing flesh in his other hand.

Moving his hand around more freely, he looked up adoringly at his pair, just watching the pleasures on the handsome flushed face.

A wobbly breath and some more soft moans were Jim's reactions. His face was burning more too and he looked down at Corey with slightly parted lips, slowly starting to move his hips against that amazing finger, silently asking for more.

Taking the hint Corey added a second finger, curling them and pressed it to the tight inner walls in search of that spot inside his lover too. He was getting more and more into the dominant mindset as he was watching Jim's body hungrily taking in his meaty fingers.

The more Corey was fingering the young sheriff, the more Jim melted under his exciting touches. Not to mention when finally he found that sweet spot in him! There were very few men in Jim's life to whom he allowed to touch him like this or fuck him, but he had a feeling that it was going to be so much more intense with his love now. And he couldn't wait!

So far the loudest moan left his mouth and his body arched, fingers curling into fists around the sheets as a rush of violent joy shook his whole body. There was no need for a better proof that Corey has found what he's been looking for.

"You like that? You're so amazing like this…" the shaman said adoring and brushed his fingertips more against that spot before finally giving into his feelings and pulling his fingers out he moved up on the hot flushed body. Showering it with sweet kisses and demanding bites on his way. 

Climbing up to the bed and between Jim's thighs again, he gripped on one of the lean legs with nails digging into the skin deep and moved it over his wide hips as he attacked the panting lips wild and passionate.

"Yes... love it!" Jim panted when he could actually form a coherent sentence. By then Corey was on top of him, leaving his skin stinging and throbbing with pleasure and pain where he was bitten or grabbed.

That kiss only made the world spin more and more, but he let Corey dominate him and if it was possible, he melted even more under him while blindly reaching towards the little nightstand with the bottle of oil. "Please... please slick yourself up and... fuck me! Please! Missed you so much... Want to feel you in me... taking me!" Jim begged quietly and very needy, his tip smearing pre-cum on his lower-tummy as he pulled that leg higher up on Corey's back.

By then Corey’s wild nature took over him with a raging hunger for his man. Of course the begging words only fueled it. "You will be mine, as I am yours. We will be one completely," he said out of breath as he kneeled up between Jim's parted legs and used the oil to slick himself up good. Smearing the remaining amount into the very ready hole. 

Keeping his flowing blue, almost predatory eyes on the hazy ones of Jim, he laid upon his pair again and lined his tip to his entrance, pushing inside slowly while moaning and growling. His face buried into Jim's chest and he bit on the sun-kissed skin in his rapture. 

It was so much more than he ever imagined it. The pulsing hotness threatened to make him shoot right away, so he stopped panting half-way inside, drawing circles with his hips just to get used to the feeling. "You feel so good… So fitting together with me…" he breathed trying to gain back control over his body.

By then Jim was utterly speechless and he could only make some guttural incoherent sounds, throwing his head back and digging his nails into the naked tattooed skin of his shaman. Meeting the circling motions of Corey, he panted for air, already losing connection with the world.

"Love... how you stretch me... Push... deeper... please!" he outright whined for more from that beautiful long cock. "Take me!" he groaned, digging his nails deeper into his lover.

Corey only groaned his answer and pulled back an inch just to thrust forward as trying out that feeling too. With that swift move he slipped even deeper than before and cried out from the intense pleasure that was spreading inside him fast. 

Gripping more on the side of his pair, he started to really fuck him like that, getting deeper and faster as their shared hunger was growing bigger. 

Leaning down, he kissed Jim again, picking up the pace as now he got his long curved shaft moving inside his pair in his full length easily and rubbing against Jim's spot and tight walls for both their delight.

It was amazing to feel Corey like that. Jim was right. It was even better with doing this with the man he was destined to have as his pair. Looking up with even hazier eyes, moaning over and over again or calling Corey's name, he left his scratches on his man's back and arms and at some point even reached down with one hand to grab and squeeze the flexing ass as he was now being fucked properly.

The bed was lightly creaking under them as their wet bodies were slapping together. Waves of intense pleasure took Jim deeper and deeper into becoming one with his pair and soon all the tension bled out of his body as he completely surrendered to his wild shaman. But it was still not enough. "Harder! Fuck me harder with that perfect cock! Want to feel it for days... Please..." he pleaded so needy that it surprised even Jim a bit. This was definitely a side Corey had never seen from him.

"I thought you'd never ask for it," Corey said with a little laugh, feeling free and lightheaded and so, so in love. His man wanted him, wanted to be one with him and enjoyed all he was doing to him.

Bending the long body under him in half, Corey put the long legs over his shoulders and with a new angle he let all his raging desire loose on his man, fucking him fast and rough with beast-like growls and moans as he kept himself back from releasing.

Jim wanted to chuckle from Corey's comment, but it turned into a desperate moan as he was finally getting what he begged for. "So... perfect! You're... so perfect!" he whined, feeling his cock spurting more of that clear fluid onto his sweaty skin as a mini orgasm made him clamp down on his man after just the first few harder thrusts against his spot.

Then there was nothing left but to moan his head off, the loud slapping, the faster creaking of the bed and their moans were ringing just as loud in his ears as the blood was drumming in them. He reached up with his long arms to grab the iron bars of the bed and let everything wash through his whole being, taking so perfectly what his man was giving him the way he needed it the most.

"I'm gonna... I need to... Please! I want to... Make me!" he nearly sobbed in need from the overwhelming pleasure, wanting to take his man so badly with him!

Corey felt utterly grateful because he felt like exploding into his man at any second. Glancing at the neck glistering from sweat, he couldn’t resist biting it hard, adding a series of almost violent deep thrusts to it to push them both over the edge with loud grumbles and cries as their bodies and souls became one.

It was so very intense and the most perfect thing. Jim couldn't even hear the sounds he was making, just let himself be blinded by the mixture of pleasure and pain as he was falling deeper and deeper into pure bliss and love, not caring about villains and crime fighting and the rest of the world. He was simply basking in these amazing warm feelings, their messy bodies entangled and riding out every last drop of their pleasure, holding on to each other tight then panting for air and trying to function again.

"I love you so much, Jim. You're so amazing. My pair…" Corey breathed and kissed Jim's face all over. Moving out of the other body slowly, he slipped to Jim's side to be able to kiss his beautiful mate properly without the height difference messing with it, just caressing and nuzzling gently the taller body with love.

Giggling cutely, still high on pleasure, he nuzzled back to his smaller man, practically wrapping his long limbs over him, not caring about the mess they made or Corey's seed oozing from him.

"I love you from the bottom of my heart and soul too, my perfect and amazing shaman," he whispered and caught the swollen lips for a deep and long kiss, putting all his emotions into it. He wanted to make Corey as happy as the redhead made him. "Missed you so badly," he confessed, kissing into the tattooed neck.

Corey caressed the sweaty hair and back of his man smiling wide and kept kissing Jim. "You are like a big cat. You know that? A coyote and a puma nuzzling," he laughed and hid more in Jim with a soft giggle.

"We can move between the town and the tribe more freely. I gave up my look for that. I want to share this life with you too. Like my shaman life we share at the village," he added hugging Jim like he would never want to let his pair go again.

"I like that... A coyote and a puma... It's fitting," Jim giggled again, caressing Corey's short hair gently and even pressed a kiss on top of his head, his other hand caressing the damp and scratched up back.

"I hope you know how grateful I am for your sacrifice. I want to share both lives with you too. I can see it so clearly now that we were made for each other and guided together by the spirits..." he murmured. "I'll never let you go," he unwittingly voiced Corey's unsaid thought.

"I'm happy that way. That we can be together here in the town too this way," Corey said moving back a little to be able to look at Jim. 

"Many mixed pairs are in our tribe, as you know. My father has white blood too and my mother was an Irish woman. Still I got to be in the spirits’ favor and born to be special and connect with them. I often felt it strange. But I can help you with my shaman skills. And with my white man looks can be with you in both worlds. When my father cut my hair I realized that. The spirits were right all along," he said with a shy smile. He really felt like all his doubts drifted far away and only this perfect man and their union in love and connecting all of their people mattered only. 

His confessions were interrupted by a loud knock on the door and Sid's dirty giggle, announcing that he leaves some food at the door and they can take their time till after lunch time when all of them will meet to discuss their investigation.

"Can't tell you how much I'm thrilled too that you're here with a great cover story. I've missed you so much," Jim murmured with a soft loving look in his eyes as he stroked along Corey's spine with his fingertips. "The spirits were very right about us," he chuckled a bit "and I'm sure you'll do a great job with helping and balancing me out," Jim smiled bright then chuckled again. This time from Sid's comment from the other side of the door. It even made him blush a bit.

"Oh... food and more cuddle time on our hands. I love this schedule..." he grinned at his man. "Bring the food while I clean up then we can eat," he suggested lightly spanking Corey's firm butt.

***

Outside the street Munky and Fieldy watched the brown horse riding in town with another urban dressed stranger. For over an hour there was no movement around the Sheriff’s office beside the deputy bringing food from the salon. 

The two mercenaries were in deep trouble already. They were lucky that they could escape the fury of Davis alive after the sheriff reappeared. 

"We can't find out who came standing here all day…” Munky huffed frustrated. They couldn’t make another mistake...

"If you have a good idea, I'm all ears. But it has to be bulletproof," Fieldy groaned at his partner, giving him the stink eye. It was past midday and he felt hungry and drained standing under the edge of the roof of the building. But really neither of them dared to leave. 

"Maybe it won't be too loud if I try to climb up to the window…" Munky mumbled looking up and measuring the odds. 

"Yeah… The sheriff can shoot us for peeking into federal office. It will be all legal. First and last legal thing we've ever done…" the other man rolled his eyes grumbling more. But he also looked up the wall, thinking. "Okay. If we don't bring something to the boss he will shoot us anyway. Be careful and don't make a lot of rattle, will ya...?" 

Only nodding, the leaner man started to find a hold between the wall and the drain pipe as he slowly climbed up till the upstairs window. 

"Stay there. The Reverend is coming over. Maybe you hear something…" Fieldy 'yelled' whispering to Munky who took a better position to see and maybe hear something, just when Chris entered the room and greeted the by then fully dressed sheriff and the shaman.

Not knowing that they had an uninvited guest, the pair was sitting on the by then made bed and Jim offered the only chair in the room for the Reverend to sit down. He appeared much calmer now that Corey was on his side and from the time they could spend to make sure their reunion was as complete and satisfying as possible.

"First of all, thank you for your help in the investigation, Reverend," Jim murmured low. "Mr. Taylor is here to help us out too. Do you maybe have some information which we could use to finally take some steps forward?"

"Nothing new I'm afraid. But I heard the detective brought news from the road to us," Chris said eying the red haired man interested. 

"Indeed," Corey cleared his throat and played the western urban white man really well. Surprisingly, if you'd ask Jim... And what he said next almost made the outside hiding and peeking Munky fall down. 

"We’ve been investigating the site of the postal coach explosion. And there is no evidence or witnesses from the big city station to underline that Mr. Thomson got into the ride he bought tickets to. In fact, he rented a horse and already a day earlier hit the road. We suspect he may have felt something and decided to change his plans. If we are right, he may arrive in the following days…"

"That's good to know. We were worried about Mr. Thomson," Jim said with a nod, as if he heard this for the first time and as if Corey was indeed a detective sent there to help in their investigation. "Thank you for the valuable information. Once Mr. Thomson arrives, we'll know even more and maybe he can give us more leads to catch the culprits who blew up the coach. Also, we have a murder on our hands. There might be a connection somewhere in that case too. How are the funeral preparations going, Reverend?" Jim turned back to Chris.

"Everything is under control. The Undertaker did a good job on giving back the beauty of the poor girl. I am waiting for her relatives to arrive and the ceremony will be on Wednesday morning. Two days from now." 

"I see. I hope it will be enough time for the headhunter to arrive back, if he would," Corey said with a touch of sadness in his voice. "As I know, her only remaining relatives were informed of the ceremony and will be there," he even sighed. "Alright, gentlemen. I think we can go over to the saloon now to ask out the Madame too. If you are okay with that..." Corey finished looking from Chris to Jim questioningly.

Glimpsing at his pair, Jim noticed the hint Corey dropped about the relatives, but he would have to ask about his suspicion once they were alone. Was the Chief really going to come to the funeral too? Mick surely will – in case he arrives until then. But would the Chief put himself into such a dangerous situation? Well, only Corey and time could tell. In two days they will see. Jim just hoped that all will go smoothly. As the noose seemed to tighten around the necks of their enemy, they had to prepare for anything.

"Yes. Let's go see the Madame. We have a few questions for her too. The Detective is a fresh set of eyes in these cases and his expertise will surely benefit us," the Sheriff said in a respectful manner. To the Reverend (and Munky) it might have sounded as if Jim wanted to be on good terms with his "supervisor". But in truth it was a big fat compliment for Corey's shaman skills too.

As the men got up to walk downstairs and say goodbye to the Reverend, their eavesdropper thought it was time for him to retreat too. The information he'd gathered was indeed valuable, but not good news to them. Mr. Davis was going to be pissed again, but hopefully not at him or Fieldy. Carefully – and as quietly as possible – Munky climbed off from the window and with a serious expression looked at his partner.

"We have to go to the boss right now. He'll want to hear this..." he said then both men peeked out from behind the corner of the building, watching as the Reverend headed back towards the church and the men of law walked to the saloon.

"I have a feeling we'll be busy in the next few days..." Munky murmured under his nose as he pulled his cowboy hat into his narrowed eyes, a dark smile forming on his thin lips.

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