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Third and final part in this little series! Smut pretty much immediately, so if that's not your thing, you can skip this one.

Gabriel is almost startled when he’s reeled into a tight hug. Martin warm against his wind-chilled body. Still cold from the walk over here. Martin chases that chill away easily. He takes a breath. “Told ya he’d come back to us.”

“I almost can’t believe it.” Gabriel sags against him. Careful not to put too much of his weight on Martin’s sore body, but chasing the urge to leave as little space between them as possible, letting it ground him. He might be overstepping here. Just a little. But Martin doesn’t complain, just holds on to him tighter. “You never doubted him, did you?”

Martin hums. A pleasant rumble against Gabriel’s chest. “I did, a couple’a times.” He’s surprised to hear it. He hadn’t let it show. “I’ve always known him to be impatient. Wasn’t like him to be taking so long.”

Gabriel nods. The tip of his nose brushing against Martin’s neck. He’s right. That’s part of what had been eating at him as well. Noah laying still like that for so long. Noah is never still. Always moving, always talking, always doing something with his hands. Ever the restless soul.

“You’re a good man, Martin. I don’t think I could have done this without you.” The depth of the gratitude Gabriel feels is impossible to put into words, but he has to try.

Martin pats him on the back and straightens up, just enough for their eyes to meet. “You could. You’d do anything for that fool.”

“Same as you.”

Martin smiles and Gabriel is once again overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him. He’s never met anyone quite like Martin Hart. Never met anyone who seems to radiate kindness the way he does. Standing next to him is like standing next to a wood stove on a cold evening. Just being near him soothes Gabriel like no one else ever has.

The cowboy’s smile tilts up a little more on one side, like he’s caught the way Gabriel is staring at his mouth. He’s not exactly being subtle, to be fair. Head too full of restless giddiness to care. Martin flattens his palm against Gabriel’s chest, over his heart. “You gonna kiss me, or what, big guy?”

Gabriel doesn’t have to be asked twice.

The rough rasp of Martin’s beard against his own makes something hot and desperate take light in Gabriel’s blood. Winding his fingers into the hair at the back of his neck elicits exactly the response he’d been hoping for. Martin gasps into his mouth, visibly biting back a groan when Gabriel takes charge.

He’s curious to learn what makes this man tick. He wants to know exactly how he likes it. Does he prefer rough and assertive, the way Noah does? Or does he enjoy something softer? Gabriel spares a thought to the fact that Martin might not like Gabriel taking the reins like this, but one look at his blown eyes and slack mouth is enough to have him brush that thought aside.

He uses his grasp to tilt Martin’s head back, baring the column of his throat. He doesn’t fight it. Just goes along so sweetly. Letting Gabriel decide for them both how this is going to happen.

For a second the intense urge to leave a mark against the side of Martin’s throat takes hold of him, it would look so nice there, peeking out over the collar of his shirt. Deep and dark on lightly sunburned skin. He imagines Martin reaching up to touch it while he’s out working. Idly rubbing sweat of his neck and feeling the sting. Remembering.

He shakes himself free of the thought. They don’t know each other well enough for that. Marks are off the table, for now, but there are still plenty of other options left open to him, with the way this evening is going.

This Gabriel is good at. This is something he can do. Something that makes him feel settled into his own skin. In control once more, both of himself and the man in front of him. He feels at home with someone under his hands, giving themselves over and trusting him enough to let him do as he pleases.

The knowledge that Martin usually takes on this same role with Noah makes Gabriel a little dizzy. He looks so natural like this, pliant and easy. Gabriel has a hard time imagining him being the one in control. Yet he knows that’s how it usually goes with them.

“You alright with this?” He has to make sure. Suddenly scared to overstep. He gently shifts his thigh to slot it between Martin’s. Not pressing but almost. An invitation.

Martin’s hips buck up to meet him. He sucks in a breath and fists his hands into Gabriel’s shirt, like he needs an anchor. “Shit- yeah. Go on.”

Gabriel gets to work tugging Martin’s shirt free from his pants. He keeps half an eye on him, watching his expression carefully. There’s a lot going on there. Tiny shifts that betray the chaos of thoughts filling his head right now. There’s a slight tension to him that makes Gabriel want to tread carefully. It’s not anxiety, not quite. But Gabriel gets the feeling it’s been a while since Martin has been with someone besides Noah. It’s like he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself, or where to put his hands.

When Gabriel gets his hands up underneath his shirt to touch him without a barrier, Martin sighs. It comes out a little shaky. The muscles on his stomach jump under Gabriel’s touch. He’s so warm, and soft. The sharp angles of his bones are gentled by a layer of fat. He feels good like this. Gabriel wants to spend all night just touching him, trying to find all the ways to make his muscles twitch and tense against his fingers.

However, the way that Martin is shifting his weight from foot to foot tells him it’s time to take this somewhere else. “Sit down.”

If this had been Noah, Gabriel would have pushed him back, made him stumble and fall onto the bed, spread out and looking up at him with those mismatched eyes full of heat. But something tells him to go easy on Martin. And with the way he winces ever so slightly when Gabriel guides him down to sit on the mattress, he’s glad he did. He’s tempted to check in. To see if they need to cut this short, but he holds back. Martin is a grown man. He knows his own body better than Gabriel does. If he’s not asking to stop, Gabriel won’t nag.

He sinks down onto the bed next to him, pushing him down to lay flat, legs still hanging over the edge. Gabriel leans over him, bending down to kiss him again. Martin’s restless hands find their way to his hips, then slowly, tentatively, he sneaks his fingers up and underneath Gabriel’s shirt, rucking it up his sides. It’s like he’s worried he’ll get told off. And maybe if this was Noah, he would have. But Gabriel doesn’t want that right now. They both need something easy, uncomplicated. If Martin wants to touch, he can touch to his heart’s content. It feels too good to put a stop to anyway. His calloused hands are pleasantly rough on Gabriel’s skin. Hardened from years of working outside.

Testing the waters, Gabriel slots his knee between Martin’s legs and pushes up, giving him a little bit of pressure to watch his reaction. When Martin responds by tugging him closer, asking for more. Gabriel grinds his thigh down against him, a little harder than he’d intended, forgetting for a moment that this isn’t Noah he’s dealing with.

Before he can correct his mistake though, Martin’s head falls back, throat bared. He bites his lip to keep himself quiet, and Gabriel darts down to coax it free with his own, and the next time he gives Martin some much needed friction, he’s too busy being kissed senseless to stop the noise he makes. He moans into Gabriel’s mouth instead, and the sound goes straight to Gabriel’s cock where it’s still trapped and aching against the fabric of his jeans.

“Want to get these off?” Gabriel reaches down to tug at his belt buckle. It’s more so a way to give him an out than anything else. They can stop this right here, without taking things any further, but they’ll be crossing another line if the clothes come off.

Martin bites his lip again, leaning back on his elbows, eyes fixed on Gabriel’s hand so close to where he wants it.

There’s something in his expression now though, something that wasn’t there before. It’s that anxiety that Gabriel had been watching for. Finally coming to the surface. He doesn’t get the chance to check in before Martin is talking.

“I uh. I might not get hard, all the way. I can’t always-” He trails off, clearly embarrassed.

Oh. Gabriel hadn’t even really noticed, but now that he’s mentioned it, there hadn’t been that much of a hardness against Gabriel’s thigh. Even though Martin had clearly been having a good time. “You still doing alright?”

He nods quickly. “I am just- sorry to disappoint.”

“Can I suck you off?”

Martin startles at the sudden change of subject. Solidly caught off guard. He blinks, cheeks steadily growing redder and redder. His pupils are so blown they remind Gabriel of Noah’s bad eye. Swallowed up by blackness.

“Can I?” He pointedly tugs at Martin’s belt buckle again. Feeling an edge of desperation in himself.

It’s a relief when Martin just nods at him, numbly, mouth a little slack. He looks like he’s going to go off like a shot the moment Gabriel puts his mouth on him. And that’s not a bad thought at all.

Gabriel slides off the bed and onto the floor. Wedging his wide body between Martin’s knees, forcing them further apart. Martin is still watching him through eyes half shut, leaning back, letting Gabriel do whatever he wants to him. He palms him through his jeans first, and Martin’s eyes flutter shut for a moment, visibly straining to keep his hips from bucking up into the touch.

He’s panting by the time Gabriel brackets his hips with his arms and bends to lick at the fabric of his fly. He feels Martin’s cock twitch under his tongue. So not entirely uninterested in the proceedings then.

Martin’s belt comes undone easily, buckle falling away and giving Gabriel access to the button and zipper. They work together to get the jeans down around Martin’s hips, revealing lightly tented white boxers, with a telling wet patch at the front, slowly growing larger.

When Gabriel shamelessly puts his tongue to that spot, Martin’s breath leaves him like he’s been punched in the stomach. There’s a hand in Gabriel’s hair suddenly, both pulling him away and pushing him down. Undecided and overwhelmed.

“M’not gonna last long.” Martin croaks out, apologetic.

Gabriel ignores him. Putting his mind back to tasting him, making Martin lose his tight control over himself, slowly but surely, until he’s flat on his back, heaving for breath like Gabriel is doing way more to him than he is.

True to his word, when Gabriel works the waistband of his boxers down below his balls, Martin isn’t close to fully hard. Though getting his mouth involved does seem to have helped a fair bit. If not for his cock, then definitely for the rest of him. “You’re shaking.” Martin’s thighs are trembling where he’s leaning over him. His breath shudders and catches every time Gabriel touches him.

“Sorry. M’so close.”

“Need a moment?”

Martin wheezes out a chuckle. “If you keep this up I think my heart’ll give out.” He takes a breath. “Don’t stop though. Just-” He flaps his hand vaguely, before it falls limp to the mattress.

Gabriel understands well enough. He places a kiss to the crease of Martin’s hip. Watching him fill his lungs with air, breaths evening out bit by bit. His hand comes down to circle Gabriel’s wrist where he’s pinning his hips to the bed. A tingling point of connection that feels miles more intimate than putting his mouth on his cock.

Which is something Gabriel can’t wait to do. If Martin will let him, that is.

He gets impatient after a while. His own need itching beneath his skin. He’s got no way to relieve the pressure like this, not without taking his hands off of Martin, and right now that feels like the worst sin imaginable.

It’s not before Martin starts to shift, just a little, getting fidgety. It’s enough for Gabriel to notice. The way his fingers start idly toying with the sheets, or the subtle biting of his lower lip that he seems to catch himself doing, stopping for a moment, and then starting up again, like he can’t help himself.

Gabriel licks a stripe up along the inner angle of his hip and it makes the muscles there jump so hard Martin lets out a choked off sound above him.

“Ready?” He mumbles, just to make sure, and Martin nods, eyes pitch black.

He’s a pleasant mouthful, when Gabriel finally gets his mouth on him. With him half soft like this he doesn’t have to worry about Martin accidentally choking him, which is a good thing, because the moment he closes his lips around him, Martin’s hips fly off the mattress before Gabriel gets a chance to hold him down.

Gabriel finally gets to hear the moan he’s been chasing all night then, when he forces Martin back down against the bed, plenty strong enough to keep him still. Unable to move when he ducks his head until his nose is buried in coarse hair.

Martin’s hands are both on the back of his head now, grasping desperately, but this time there’s not even the suggestion of wanting to push him off. If anything, Martin is fighting against the urge to keep Gabriel there, to hold him in place.

Gabriel is not at all opposed to the idea. He shifts his hands where they’re closed around Martin’s hips and urges him up, encouraging him to move now that he’s got better control of himself again. Martin picks up on what he’s asking for remarkably quickly for someone so far gone Gabriel isn’t sure he could string together a full sentence right now.

He starts off gentle. Soft and careful the way he is about all things. But when Gabriel moans around him and urges him on, he allows himself to let go a bit more, until he’s properly fucking into Gabriel’s mouth, just the way he likes.

Gabriel has never sucked someone off who wasn’t rock hard for most of it. But he can’t say he’s minding the experience. It’s strangely pleasant, to not have to watch his gag reflex, or to worry about having a sore throat in the morning.

He can taste more so than feel it when Martin is getting close. This time he’s not letting him catch his breath. He sucks harder, bobs his head a little to match Martin’s thrusts, and when Martin’s fingers dig into his scalp and then pulls, hard, he doesn’t allow him to pull him off of him, not until he’s spilling over his tongue with a hoarse cry that might actually have been loud enough to wake the neighbors.

Gabriel gently works him through it, until Martin makes it clear it’s getting too much. He peppers kisses against his hip while Martin comes back down with deep, shuddering breaths.

Only when Martin seems settled, does Gabriel take his hand off him to desperately pull his own cock out of his jeans. His knees ache from kneeling for so long, but he can’t wait. One stroke is all it takes to have him right on the knife’s edge.

He buries his face into the crease of Martin’s inner thigh and lets himself get lost in the scent of him, with his taste still lingering in his mouth.

“Shit, here.” Martin murmurs, he’s sitting up, and at first Gabriel want’s to complain, but then there’s the hard edge of the toe of his boot inching it’s way up his inseam, until the sole is right there. Gabriel grabs his sturdy ankle and brings it the rest of the way up. The worn down pattern of his sole is harsh and unforgiving against the tender flesh of his cock, but it’s perfect. Just the right side of too much to have him shooting off so abruptly he doesn’t have the time or presence of mind to make sure he doesn’t get any on the leather.

Martin doesn’t seem to mind. He’s staring down at him in awe. Like he’s just witnessed something incredible. Gabriel can only knock his foreheadhead against a bony knee and try to calm his breathing. He hasn’t come this hard in months. He’s not sure where that came from. The novelty of a new partner, maybe.

“You alright?” Martin is petting through his sweaty hair, a little more composed now than he had been. He still looks fucked out beyond belief. It’s a good look on him. Shirt open, chest hair on display. His hair is a mess too, just from the sheets. Gabriel has only ever seen him properly put together. Even after the rough week they’ve had. Martin has made sure to look presentable, tidy.

Gabriel huffs, leaning in a bit to pillow his cheek on Martin’s leg. He’s going to sleep so fucking well tonight, he can already tell. “I’m good. You?”

Martin smiles, soft and indulgent. “Sore. Might have overdone it a tad.” he doesn’t look even remotely upset by this fact. “Well worth, though.”

It’s high praise, Gabriel thinks, from a man like Martin, who’s so sparse with his words. He looks down, takes in the state of himself, and at the same time, Martin’s boot, where it’s still resting between his legs, covered in cum. “Shit. I’m sorry.”

Martin tips the toe of his boot up, inspecting the damage. He shrugs. “Not the first time it’s happened.” Ah. Noah’s unrepentant boot kink. Gabriel should have known it would extend to cowboy boots as well as combat boots. Figures they would have already gone down this route. The mental image of Noah on his knees with Martin’s boot-clad foot between his legs is an appealing one. He almost wishes he could see it for himself.

“Up, big guy. Your knees gotta be sore by now.” Martin stands to help haul him to his feet. He tucks Gabriel back into his boxers without a word, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and Gabriel short circuits for a brief moment at the feeling of those calloused hands on his dick.

They take turns in the shower. Martin first on Gabriel’s insistence. He figures the sooner they get him laying down and relaxing, the better he’ll feel in the morning. Gabriel also makes sure he takes one of the painkillers he seems so reluctant to use, before he finally lets himself get into the shower.

When he comes back out, Martin is already asleep. He looks over his shoulder blearily when Gabriel tucks himself up against his back and pulls the covers up over them.

Both of them get the best night’s sleep they’ve had in days.

“You’re not the police.” Is the first thing out of Noah’s mouth when they walk in the next morning. Gabriel and Martin exchange bemused glances. Neither of them expecting this to be the greeting they’d get.

“The police been here?” Martin asks, draping his jacket over the back of a chair. It’s not surprising if they have been. Now that Noah is awake they’ll want to get a statement from his as soon as possible. Gabriel just wishes they would have come while he and Martin had been here. He can’t imagine Noah made doing their job easy for them.

Noah squints, blinking. “Oh. Yeah, they were here just now.”

The nurse walking past the still open door pokes her head in. It’s one of Noah’s regular ones, Ann or something like that, Gabriel isn’t sure. She gives them a wave hello. “The police were here two hours ago. He’s been a little stuck on it since they left.”

“Thanks.” Gabriel gives her a smile. She vanishes down the hall, off to tend to someone else no doubt. He slumps down into the chair beside Martin’s. “What did you tell them?”

Noah’s eyes narrow even further. “Told ‘em to fuck off.”

Martin scrubs a hand down his face. Gabriel would have done the same if he hadn’t been expecting Noah to say exactly that. “You didn’t tell them what happened?”

“Nope.” And he doesn’t look even the slightest bit remorseful. “They already knew I got my ass kicked, wasn’t about to cry about it.”

“How about giving them a description of the guys that did this to you? Or would that be snitching or some shit by your logic?” Gabriel hates the way he’s letting his frustration show.

True to form, Noah’s hackles go up. “I don’t fucking remember, alright!” He spits. “I have no idea what happened to me. I don’t know where I was, or who I was with. I don’t even remember where I parked the fucking bike that day!”

It’s only because Gabriel has known him for long enough that he recognizes the hurt and fear hiding under the jagged edges of Noah’s anger. He’s wielding it not like a weapon but like a shield. Protecting the soft vulnerable parts of him that are so fucking scared.

Martin must have seen it too. He gives Gabriel a sideways look that makes him feel strangely chastised, before he pats Noah’s leg over the blankets. “Easy, Dove. He’s just trying to help.”

Noah looks like he wants to snap at him, but he doesn’t. Just wrinkles his nose and stares out the window by his bed.

“My head’s still all messed up.” He admits after a while. “I don’t like it.”

“It’ll pass.” Martin says, calm as ever. Not a shred of doubt in his voice. “You just gotta heal up still.”

While Noah has his moments of confusion and forgetfulness throughout the day, it’s not quite as bad as it had been the first day. The nausea is the worst part. The nurses come by with meals that they encourage Martin and Gabriel to make sure Noah eats. And he tries, he really does, It’s just that they don’t seem all too willing to stay down.

As the hours pass, Noah’s energy drains slowly. Throwing up really takes it out of him, and so does each of his ‘episodes.’ He’s uncharacteristically quiet. Just replying with the occasional hum or nod when someone tries to include him in the conversation. Gabriel hates seeing him like this. So flat and far too silent. He should be hissing and spitting and trying to get out of there as soon as possible. He doesn’t even ask about Tansy after that one time he mentions her in passing.

It’s all wrong.

When Gabriel and Martin are getting ready to head off for the night. Noah’s nurse comes by again to let them know that he’ll be discharged tomorrow, around noon. And suddenly the question of “What do we do now?” Is looming over them.

It’s not like Noah can get back on the road yet. His arm is broken, along with his collar bone. The former in a cast, and staying that way for another few weeks. His concussion is still hard on him too, and he has trouble sitting up for too long at a time, so spending six hours in Martin’s truck wouldn’t be ideal.

Martin seems to have come to the came conclusion by the time they’re making their way back to the hotel. “He should go back with you.” He says, apropos nothing. It’s early evening still, sun an hour or so away from truly setting. It’s chilly out, like it has been all week, but it’s not too bad tonight, no wind to push through the layers of their clothes.

“Probably the best option, yeah.”

“Once he’s feeling better I can come pick him up, if he’d like. Change of scenery.”

Gabriel nods. Noah is going to want that. He’s going to be climbing the walls of Gabriel’s apartment. He wasn’t made to sit still in small spaces for long. Gabriel should feel guilty for the fact that he’s sort of glad to have a reason to make Noah stay put for a while. There will be no rushing off this time. No sneaking out in the early hours of the morning. Waking Gabriel up with the rumble of his engine as he leaves without a ‘thank you’ or a ‘goodbye.’

“Yeah, sounds like a plan.”

They end up with Noah in Gabriel’s car and Tansy in Martin’s.

There’s no easy way for Gabriel to bring her back with them, and he doesn’t have anywhere to keep her safe for the next few weeks either. So they decide to let Martin take her. It’s not like Noah will be needing her anyway.

Gabriel takes Noah’s backpack and his saddle bags off the frame. He chucks them in the back of his car. Noah is already in the front seat, buckled in to the best of their ability without agitating his fractures. Gabriel steps away a little, Martin instinctively going with him.

Gabriel holds his hand out. “Thank you, for everything.”

Martin smiles and takes it, shakes it firmly. “You too, Gabriel. It’s been good getting to know you.”

The temptation to kiss him again, one last time, is hard to ignore, but Gabriel shuts it down. It’s over now. It was only ever going to be a one time thing, the two of them. Just some mutual stress relief. A way to find some comfort during a difficult time. That’s all it was. He’s grateful all the same.

“You’re not at all what I expected, Martin Hart.”

Martin gives him a kind smile. “Hope I didn’t disappoint.”

Gabriel wishes he could voice just how much he did not, but he doesn’t know how to even begin to put that into words. He doesn’t have to try, though. Martin pulls a piece of paper out of his breast pocket and holds it out to him. It’s folded in half, torn off of a larger sheet judging by the frayed edges.

“My address.” He looks a little embarrassed. “If you’re ever over my way-”

Gabriel grins at him. “I’ll stop by. Come see those chickens of yours.”

“Any time. Door’s always open.”

When Gabriel gets into his car, he sits and watches Martin walk over to his truck through his side mirror. He waits until Martin has turned out of the parking lot and disappeared down the street before he twists the key in the ignition and forces his mind back on task.

Noah is watching him, quiet and contemplative in a way that Noah never is. It doesn’t last long though. “So. What do you think?” There are teeth audible in his voice. Cheeky fucker.

Gabriel rolls his eyes. “About what?” He knows full well what. But he’s not about to give Noah this one. Head injury or not.

“The cowboy, idiot.”

“He’s alright.” Gabriel can’t bring himself to say anything but the truth. “He’s a good man. Better than either of us, that’s for sure.”

Noah snorts. “Did you fuck?”

Gabriel almost swerves off the road. He turns to scowl at him, finding only sharp eyes and an even sharper smile. “Shut up, Noah.” He shifts under that pointed gaze. “We didn’t fuck.”

“You gonna sit there and lie to me now? I’m concussed, not stupid.”

“You can be both.” Noah just flips him off with his good hand. Or should he say, his better hand. “And fine. We didn’t fuck, but we didn’t not fuck, either.” He glances over. “That an issue?”

“Damn it! I was so sure you’d just fuck. Did you treat him all gentle like or what?”

Gabriel would slap his shoulder if he wasn’t more bruises than not. “Not everyone is as much of a masochist as you are, Luce.” Not that he’s ever been one to complain about that. “It was nice. Easy.”

Noah’s smile turns a little softer. “I’m glad.” He yawns, wincing when he goes to stretch as he does so. Being rudely reminded that he’s broken in more places than one. “M’gonna have a nap.” He murmurs, voice suddenly heavy with sleep. The next time Gabriel looks over, not even a minute later, he’s out like a light.

#Lore tag #not art #my ocs #so because of where i left the last one off this jumps into the smut pretty quickly without much of a callback to the end of the last one #so idk it might be a little jarring??#it is what it is #hope you enjoy my first publicly posted smutty fic :')#hopefully it doesn't suck #(hah)

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