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almost-a-class-act · 5 days

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I just rewatched season 4 of Justified, so here's some givenson sprinkled into one of the funniest subplots.

For @cenyiere on her birthday - I was going to say that I'm starting to lose track of which 29th birthday we're on, but then you would've said that memory issues happen when you get old and there was no way for me to get out of that interaction alive. Happy birthday!

It’s Friday morning when Nelson drifts into their periphery at the coffee maker. It’s a small office, and generally speaking if someone is using the kitchenette, Tim waits for that person to be done unless he needs them for something, so he obligingly breaks off mid-sentence and refocuses his attention from Raylan.

“Sorry,” Nelson says. “Just grabbing an extra cup of coffee. Gonna be a late one.”

Raylan patiently lets himself be baited into the question. “Big plans this weekend?”

Nelson brightens. “I’ve got concert tickets. Coldplay tonight in Louisville.”

“Rock n’ roll,” Tim intones.

“Celebrating my birthday early,” Nelson elaborates, apparently not detecting any note of sarcasm. Tim taps Raylan’s hip to get him to move out of the way so that he can refill his own coffee cup and then extricate himself, but Raylan is the way that he is and remains a better door than a window. “It’s on Tuesday.”

“Well, happy early birthday,” Raylan says, and then takes off and leaves Tim standing there, facing Nelson, on the hook for saying something that will put this conversation out of its misery.

“I heard they don’t even play anything off X&Y,” he says, grabbing the coffee pot and topping up his mug.

“Not even Fix You?” Nelson asks, as he walks away.

Tim takes his time when paperwork has to be done by hand, or else Art will make him do it again – not for nothing, but this looks like a serial killer wrote it. When there’s only fifteen minutes until lunch, it hardly seems worth starting a new form, and he looks for reasons to be distracted, ribbing Raylan as he leaves the office and watching him exchange a handful of words with Nelson.

“You believe that?” Nelson looks altogether too pleased with himself as he turns to watch Raylan leave. “He wished me a happy birthday.”

Right. It’s Tuesday. For all the ways that Raylan has good-golly southern boy manners, Tim knows immediately that he has an angle, even if he doesn’t know what it is yet. Or maybe Tim is just an asshole. “Jesus Christ, Nelson,” he drawls. “I’m sorry I forgot your birthday.”

They both know Nelson doesn’t give a shit about well wishes from him. Tim can make fun of a hard-on for Raylan even if he has one too.

It’s the way Nelson protests that Raylan had offered to take Hunter Mosley off his hands as a belated birthday present that almost makes Tim take pity on him.

Almost. If it weren’t fun to watch Art bury him.

“A belated birthday present?” he asks Raylan later, when they’re rolling into the parking lot of the convenience store near Tim’s apartment that doesn’t have an absurd markup on its ice cream.

Raylan smiles. The cat that got the canary, sometimes, that one. “It always pays to remember birthdays.”

“I remember birthdays,” Tim says. “If they’re relevant to my interests.”

Raylan’s smile deepens as they clamber out of the truck. “You remembered mine.”

Tim shoots him a look over his shoulder. “Like I said.”

#givenson #justified #justified fx #tim gutterson #raylan givens #fanfiction #roaroftheninth

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almostharlanquotes · 13 days

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Raylan: Listen up fives a ten is speaking. Raylan: Tim, can we talk? One ten to another? Tim: I'm an eleven, but continue.

#justified #incorrect quotes #raylan givens #tim gutterson #source: 30 rock

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im-not-thinking-confetti-cannons · 7 months

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Day 8: Daddy Kink

Warnings: none

Rating: E

Pairing: Raylan x Tim

They’re all sitting in Art’s office after a hell of a day, four glasses of the good stuff split among them, when Tim says it – casual, like Raylan’s stomach doesn’t flip at the sound of his gravelly voice curling around the words.

“At least you got to shoot your daddy.” He rolls his neck a little, and Raylan can see the way he’s tense, even with the alcohol and the late hour. “Mine had the nerve to die before I got back from basic with skills and a loaded weapon.”

And Raylan would think it didn’t mean anything, except for the way Tim’s eyes flick towards him when he’s done, a little dark, a little challenging, a little assessing, like he’s waiting for Raylan’s response and he’s going to judge him by it. Like he’s waiting for a certain kind of response.

Raylan swallows. “You didn’t miss much,” he replies, when he’s fairly certain his voice won’t give anything away. It's the truth, though. “I thought it was going to be way more fun than it was.”

Tim huffs a soundless little laugh, but his gaze doesn’t leave Raylan’s for a long, long moment. So, really, it’s not surprising when, half an hour later, Tim’s waiting for him outside, leaning up against the hood of Raylan’s car. He looks up when Raylan approaches, and if they were somewhere else, if Raylan hadn’t heard the way Tim said that damn word, he might think the man was looking for a fight.

“You tell me I got this wrong, I'll fuck off and we can forget about this whole thing."

Tim's voice doesn't shake, but the hands in his pockets are fisted and there’s the tell-tale twitching in his jaw that tells Raylan his teeth are grinding together. Whether or not he’s looking for a fight, he’s ready for one, and Raylan knows that’s the sort of thing that only comes from experience.

“You don’t have it wrong,” Raylan says, and Tim’s whole body relaxes just about instantly, his shoulders slumping as the tension bleeds out of them.

“All right.” He nods to himself, less like he’s trying to convince himself and more like he’s reminding himself, and something in Raylan’s chest twists. “Yeah, all right.”

Raylan drives them back to the motel while Tim sits in the passenger seat, seemingly torn between fidgeting and sitting with his back ramrod straight. And if it was nerves, if it was uncertainty, Raylan might call the whole thing off, but he’s familiar with the energy buzzing under Tim’s skin. He knows it well, what it’s like to spend god knows how long denying yourself something, only to have it offered up.

(Raylan had to leave Kentucky to find that. Tim had to come there. Later, Raylan might examine that in the privacy of his own mind, might wonder if it means anything other than them being damn lucky to find each other.)

When they get to the motel, Tim follows him inside silently, but Raylan’s barely got the door closed before he’s got an armful of former army sniper, his fingers fisted in Raylan’s shirt like he’s trying to give Raylan a reason not to push him away. There’s desperation there, and Raylan’s never minded a little, isn’t the type to complain when someone wants him so badly it’s all they can think about, but there’s a difference between a little and the way Tim is clinging to him.

So he crowds Tim against the door, bracing his hands against it as he leans in, close enough that Tim has to tilt his chin up to meet Raylan’s gaze. And when he speaks, he makes sure his voice is soft, gentle.

“How long’s it been since someone took care of you?”

Tim blinks up at him, and his grin is just a second too slow in appearing. “You mean, how long’s it been since I got fucked?”

Raylan shifts, wedging his thigh between Tim’s legs, and as far as admonishment goes it doesn’t do much, but it’s worth it for the way Tim’s eyelashes flutter, the way his hips roll against Raylan’s thigh. “If that’s what I wanted to know, that’s what I would have asked.” He leans down, so close he could kiss Tim – but he doesn’t. He stays just out of reach, even when Tim tries to chase him, though he can’t help but smile when Tim huffs in annoyance.

“Fine,” he says. “It’s… been a while.”

Raylan might even believe him, if he thought anyone had ever taken their time with Tim at all. But he’s not going to make Tim admit to that, isn’t going to force him to be any more vulnerable than he’s already made himself. He’s got an assurance on the tip of his tongue when Tim cocks his head back, looks up at him before licking his lips. “You gonna take care of me, daddy?”

And – somehow, even knowing where this was going, anticipating it, it still catches Raylan off-guard. Almost immediately, he wants to make Tim say it again, wants to hear what he sounds like when he’s begging instead of challenging, when an orgasm or two has wrecked his voice.

“Baby,” Raylan murmurs, and it’s impossible to miss the way Tim’s eyes darken, the way his fingers tighten in Raylan’s shirt. “Baby, I’m going to take such good care of you.”

Tim’s a slim little thing, under the jeans and henley. It’s not hard for Raylan to pick him up, especially when the bed is six feet away and Raylan wants nothing more than to get Tim onto it. But Tim still sucks in a breath and clutches at his shoulders like he can’t quite believe it, and Raylan can feel just how into it he is, what with Tim’s interest pressed right up against his stomach.

When Raylan lays him out on the bed, Tim turns his face up, clearly asking, and it's not something Raylan wants to deny him. He leans down and kisses him, sweet and slow, flicking his tongue over the seam of Tim's lips just for the way it earns him a soft little gasp. Tim melts under the kiss, goes all but limp against the mattress, and all it does is make Raylan more sure that no one's taken care of this boy in too damn long.

He barely pulls back to get their clothes off, and Tim doesn't complain, letting Raylan fumble with buttons and buckles while licking into Tim's mouth, where he tastes like heat and whiskey. And Christ, the sound he makes when Raylan skims his palm up the length of his cock – Raylan already knows he's going to be playing that on repeat in his head for the rest of his life.

Lube is in the drawer, and while Raylan warms it on his fingers he kisses down the line of Tim’s jaw, his neck, feeling the way his pulse jumps every time Raylan gets a little clever with his teeth. And when Raylan eases that first finger into him, he can feel the way Tim moans low in his throat, all sex and need and a hundred other things that have Raylan aching.

“You don’t have to–” Tim begins, and Raylan doesn’t really care to hear the rest of that sentence, so he nips at Tim’s collarbone and curls his finger and feels the way Tim shudders. And almost of their own volition, Tim’s arms come up, hesitating for just a second before he stretches them out above his head and lets them fall to the mattress, wrists up – inviting, if Raylan has ever seen it before.

When Raylan starts teasing him with a second finger, Tim says his name, whines, "Raylan," and lifts his hips, trying to make him go faster. And Raylan doesn't even think about it, just pinches the inside of Tim's thigh just hard enough to sting and curls his finger, hard and deliberate.

"Is that what you're calling me now?" he asks. Tim's mouth falls open, though whether it's from pleasure or outrage Raylan's not certain – but whatever Tim was planning to say dies when Raylan gives him another finger. He moans instead, throwing his head back against the pillow.

And then, quietly: "Daddy."

Raylan curls his fingers, just to get Tim to whine and buck his hips, and then he's slipping his fingers out and slicking himself, gritting his teeth against the pleasure of his own hand. But it’s nothing compared to how it feels to push inside – slow and careful, but so damn good. Tim arches his back as Raylan sinks into him, his mouth falling open around a soft little oh that makes heat curl low in Raylan’s stomach.

His fingers flex against the sheets, and Raylan didn’t forget – he shifts, reaching up to take Tim’s wrists in his hands and hold them against the mattress. It’s a guess, and he keeps his grip light until Tim moans, his eyelashes fluttering. Raylan swallows, throat suddenly dry. “Yeah?” he asks softly, brushing his thumb over the inside of one wrist. “Like this?”

He rolls his hips before Tim can do anything more than nod frantically, immediately addicted to the way Tim reacts, the way his gaze goes hazy, the way his cock jerks against his stomach. And he’d only meant it as a tease, as a taste, but Tim is hot and tight around him and Raylan wants – and, judging from the broken, desperate little sound Tim makes, he’s not the only one. He’s careful, though. Deliberate. The kind of easy movements that might get him called loving or lazy, depending on who he’s got underneath him.

Tim doesn’t seem to have any complaints. His lips move wordlessly, his breath hitching beautifully every time Raylan bottoms out, and it’s not long before Raylan feels himself going a little harder, a little faster, chasing the pretty little sounds Tim can’t seem to help but make. He shifts, repositioning his knee to get a little better leverage, and when he thrusts again Tim keens, high and desperate. “Daddy, please,” he sobs, and Raylan immediately slows, leans down to brush a kiss over Tim’s mouth that’s half comfort, half want.

“You don’t have to beg, baby,” he murmurs as Tim pants harshly. “I’ve got you. I’m gonna take care of you.”

He stays like that, close enough that they’re breathing the same air, as he rolls his hips again. Tim shudders beautifully, a groan working its way out of his throat when he realizes that, like this, he can rub his cock against the hard plane of Raylan’s stomach. “Fuck,” Tim breathes, and when he yanks at Raylan’s grip on his wrists and finds he can’t move he repeats it, cursing as his cock smears precome all over their stomachs.

"That's it, baby." Raylan grinds his hips down, relishing the way Tim trembles, his whole body wound tight. Raylan spreads his knees, gets a little leverage, and then snaps his hips forward, finally fucking Tim properly. It's achingly good, from the first time he bottoms out, and he knows he's not going to last long, not with Tim all but mewling underneath him.

"Just like this," he says, and Tim's hazy gaze focuses on him. "You're gonna come just like this. I'm not even gonna have to touch your cock, am I?"

Tim whimpers, whines when Raylan adjusts the angle and hits the sweet spot inside him. "That's it, baby," Raylan urges. "Come on. Come for me."

Tim shouts when he comes, spilling between them, and the way he clenches around Raylan is enough to send him over the edge, too. He manages another handful of short, sharp little thrusts, just enough to fuck Tim through his orgasm and right into the aftershocks, before the oversensitivity becomes too much and he has to stop. And, even then, with the way Tim continues to spasm, to twitch his hips up like he’s trying to chase just a little more, well – it takes a long, long minute for Raylan to be able to pull out without his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

He’s going to go grab a towel to clean them up, but as soon as he moves to get up Tim grabs at his arms – and somehow that’s what makes color bleed across his cheeks, splotchy and pink. “It’s fine,” Tim pants, and Raylan’s spent just enough time around him to translate, to know that it’s fine really means please stay.

It’s no hardship. Raylan’s fairly certain that his knees are going to be jelly if he tries to stand, anyway, so instead he just shifts a little to the side and lays down next to Tim, trying not to let his surprise become verbal when Tim follows him, curls into his side and tucks his head into the crook between Raylan’s neck and shoulder.

Raylan can feel the way Tim swallows, and his chest is still heaving when he says, “Just, uh, give me a minute, and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Raylan can’t help the way his arm tightens reflexively around Tim’s waist, but judging from the soft, sweet little sound he makes against Raylan’s chest, Tim doesn’t mind much. “Like hell,” Raylan says, just to make sure his point gets across. ”Kicking you out of bed doesn’t really sound like taking care of you, Gutterson.”

Tim lifts his head just enough to show Raylan the mild irritation that flashes across his face. “I think last names are a step in the wrong direction, here.”

“Yeah, well, I think you trying to ‘get out of my hair’ is a step in the wrong direction.”

“...yeah, all right,” Tim allows, and with the way they’re pressed together, Raylan can feel the way he relaxes. “But – fair warning. I tend to steal the blankets.” He flashes a grin, sharp and quick, with only a little uncertainty around the edges, before laying his head back down on Raylan’s chest.

It’s the kind of smile a man might fall in love with, if he wasn’t careful. And Raylan’s a lot of things, but no one’s ever accused him of being careful.

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#justified #kinktober 2023 #raylan givens #tim gutterson #givenson #itookyoudown this is entirely your fault

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buckisbi · 10 months

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The thing thats always driven me insane about ghost whisperer is the way the ghost will go on this long monologue and then Melinda says like five words

Like "tell her I've always loved her with all my soul she was the light of my life no one ever could have compared and im sorry I had to leave so soon. I'll always be in her heart shes my soulmate." "he said love and light ✌"

#another one i forgot about #ghost whisperer #melinda gordon #raylan speaks #text

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moocfitab · 5 days

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[ Slowly pushes this post close to u ]

... You want some Mer head canons?

(Yes this was inspired by the new lore event )

- Raylan has finally gotten a communicator from Krit, the only people he really talks to on there are Krit, Faye, Theo and sometimes Nel. His background photo is of him, Krit and Bucket, Krit asleep on his shoulder and bucket sleeping on his lap.

- When Raylan first learned that Faye and Theo were sirens, he almost wanted to ask them to use their song on him, just so he could be reminded of Caspian and what his song felt like. He ended up not saying anything but there's still times when he and Theo will be talking and he has the urge to ask.

- Speaking of Caspian- He's started a small garden up where he found Bucket, it's nothing fancy- just a bunch of Red Tulips and Lily Of The Valleys, Just as a small reminder. He'll sometimes sit up they're and pretend they're sitting next to him and just ramble about everything that's happened.. Sometimes he can almost feel them sitting with him- he can *almost* imaging their voices and what they're saying.. It *almost* feel like he's home again..

-Raylan has started going to High tide Village just to wander and talk to the villagers, sometimes he'll even run into Theo and the two chat for a while before either Orion or Faye drags Theo away for something.

- Krit and Faye has started to braid flowers into Raylan's hair, he always asks them to braid either Red Tulips or Lily Of The Valleys.. And once the flowers die, he asks Krit or Faye (whoever isn't busy at the moment) to redo them.

- Whenever it's raining out, Raylan will lay in a wide open space and just let the rain drench him.

- Raylan has vivid memories of Krit when the two were younger.

- Sometimes, whenever Raylan can't sleep but is too tired to move, He'll mindlessly hum a song that Caspian used to use on him to help him fall asleep. He can't remember the words, but he remembers the melody, and to his shock, he'll sometimes sing himself to sleep with it.

- Caspian, Aax and their nephews have been searching for Raylan ever since he disappeared, whenever Caspian can't sleep, He'll watch the stars and try to imagine that Raylan is they're with him... Sometimes, the wind will carry Raylan's voice to Caspian, whenever this happends- he takes it as a sign that he hasn't gotten enough sleep and tries to go back to bed.

- (assuming Soul Bonds exist in this universe) Caspian and Aax can still *feel* Raylan's soul bond to them, they can still feel that he's alive and out there somewhere- they just have no clue where.

...I have so many thoughts and feelings of Mer! Ghaae okay?? I love them so much and I need them to be gay in every universe.

I just want Raylan to be gay- Is that too much to ask for!? /hj

#listen i have so many thoughts on Mersmp Ghaae and i just want them to be happy #Raylan and Krit deserve to have a family again #I love the dawn brothers with everything in my being #mer smp #mersmp Raylan #krithos dawn #Mersmp Raylan Dawn #Caspian Dawn #Aax/Percy Dawn???#we really need to learm his name #mersmp #heyhay13 #sherbertquake56 #mersmp dawn broters

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boydcrowdr · 15 days

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do any justies remember the now deleted fic that was raylan and boyd surviving a zombie apocalypse and falling back in love over the shared bond of being the only living person they could trust or am i speaking into a void???

#srsly no idea what it’s called or who wrote it but it was from like 2015-2020 ????#someone pls omg #justified

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itookyoudown · 2 months

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Tooks! For the OTP ask game, is it fair to assume Givenson?

I have a few! Pick which ever ones speak to you :D

2, 3, 4, 11, 45

thank you willow!! and yes givenson is the otp of my heart 🖤

2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

i'm going to imagine Raylan waking up after a night terror about nicaragua.

Tim usually wakes up first, slow and silent and still. he doesn't try to touch Raylan or make him wake up too. Tim just makes sure he's there for Raylan when Raylan wakes himself up. Tim doesn't try to mask his breathing or close his eyes as Raylan rouses himself out of bed. if it's real bad, Tim will get up and go sit across the room so Raylan doesn't accidentally hit him, but otherwise he'll just lay there and wait it out.

and he doesn't follow when Raylan bangs into the bathroom.

Tim knows about enemies that wait for you to close your eyes before attacking. he knows it's bullshit to try and cuddle it away. to remind Raylan it was all a dream. none of that helps.

but when Raylan comes out Tim is already in the kitchen making more noise than he needs to, heating them up two glasses of milk.

because if Raylan is a slut for vanilla ice cream i think he's a dairy bitch in general and whole glasses of milk outright.

he'll tell Raylan the time and that's better, kinder, than reminding Raylan where they are. not nicaragua. sometimes they talk about the dreams or the memories, but usually they'll just sit and watch tv together until Raylan's ready to go back to bed.

Tim doesn't try to be Raylan's hero. But he's always gonna be Raylan's back-up.

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

Tim runs cold so he's constantly "borrowing" Raylan's pullovers, especially Raylan's flannel.

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

Oh jfc Raylan, of course. Raylan our cowboy always has to be the HERO. He's definitely more outwardly protective of Tim in the traditional sense and demonstrates it through showy displays even though GUARD DOG Tim is more consistently protective and lowkey about it.

See it's funny.

Raylan needs to be protected from others ... Tim needs to be protected from himself. Other people will harm Raylan if Tim doesn't step up, Tim will harm himself if Raylan doesn't take over.

11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

Raylan doesn't hide his emotions. It's very apparent when he's upset both from the looks on his face and he vocalizes it. Tim has a bad habit of hiding his emotions and Raylan is usually too busy and wrapped up in his own shit. Either they're outright fighting about something right off the bat or Tim has swallowed his upset and Raylan doesn't have a clue. It can take ages for Raylan to realize something is off and has been for a while.

Raylan: ...you're pissed at me - you been pissed at me.

Tim: Have been for a while, thanks for noticing.

45. Can they fall asleep without the other?

yes, they can do it but they both drink more at night to compensate for the absence.

Tim gets too used to falling asleep with Raylan around and can have a hard time adjusting when they have to be apart for long periods. Sleeping alone makes Tim feel vulnerable. Because Raylan is a night owl and Tim is an early bird, Tim likes that when he falls asleep Raylan is still awake. he sleeps like shit without Raylan as he wake up periodically throughout the night.

Raylan just likes the company, likes knowing Tim is there for him to look at and touch whenever he wants, so misses it something fierce when Tim isn't there. He also hates making his own coffee in the morning and is horrible at getting himself up. Raylan chronically runs late without Tim in their bed and Raylan's sleep habits suffer big time. he'll start taking more naps, dozing off on the sofa in the evenings.

(obligatory OTP asks meme)

#tooks.txt #💌#givenson

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willowmckinley · 2 months

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since we accidentally gave Raylan a kink meant for Boyd I think it's only fair we give Boyd a kink I usually reserve for Raylan!! So let's do this: Boyd/Tim + jealousy kink

Thank you for the prompt, @itookyoudown! I think you might like this one, I tried to suit it to your tastes.

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“Jimmy, leave us, would you?” Boyd says, without turning to face either of them.

Tim remains at ease where he’s standing, on the opposite side of Boyd’s desk.

Jimmy looks between the two of them. Tim knows he feels iced out, when Boyd does this. He must think there is some secret planning he’s not let in on. Tim grins. He doesn’t dissuade him from that notion. He’d stick his tongue out, but Boyd isn’t even looking behind to grip it between his thumb and knuckle. Seems like a wasted opportunity.

Jimmy shuts the door behind them, and Boyd finishes pouring himself two glasses of top shelf whiskey. Boyd sets the tumblers on his desk and sits in his leather chair. “C’mere,” he says.

Tim ambles around the large, wooden desk. He sits on the edge, a leg propped against the drawers.

“I said c’mere, boy,” Boyd snarls. His voice is tight and sexy, how Tim likes it. He grips Tim by the hips and pulls him toward his lap. Tim lands on Boyd’s thighs with a small exhale. He shivers. He wraps his arms around Boyd’s neck, arching his back so his chest rubs against Boyd’s own.

“Is this better, Boss?” Tim asks. He rolls his hips forward, brushing their cocks against each other, before he leans back. His arms still meet around Boyd’s neck, but his chest is no longer dragging along Boyd’s.

Boyd’s hands slide down Tim’s back, until they find their rightful places on Tim’s hips. Boyd grips Tim again, holding him in place, their cocks aligned. “Your behavior is unacceptable, brat,” Boyd hisses.

Tim’s shoulders shake with unreleased laughter. “Aw, man, is this my employee review? Are you gonna write me up?” Tim asks.

Boyd’s hand is whip fast on Tim’s cheek. His palm pushes Tim’s skull against the hard wood. Pain blooms from his temple. Oops. Pushed Daddy too far. Tim whines. “You will address me with respect, worthless dog,” Boyd commands.

Tim pants. “Yes, Daddy,” he says.

Boyd lifts him up by his hair and slams his head back down on the table. “Have you earned the right to call me Daddy?” he asks, though the question is very clearly rhetorical.

“No, Master,” Tim says. He tries not to slur the words. His ears are ringing. Blood pulses pain into the newly blooming bruise.

Boyd lifts his head back up by his hair and holds him in his eye contact. “Where were you last night?” he asks.

Tim swallows thickly. “I was with Mark,” he says.

“Oh, were you?” Boyd asks, deceptively light.

“He needed me,” Tim says.

“Needed you?” Boyd repeats. His tone is light. There’s almost a bit of humor in there, if you were easily convinced. Tim was not. “What did he need, beast? A blowjob? A tight little hole to fuck himself into?”

Tim shakes his head. “No—he,” he tries to explain, but he is not surprised by the interruption. Boyd’s fingers tighten in his hair. Boyd’s other hand comes up to clench around Tim’s jaw, halting his speech. His fingers dig into Tim’s face, so tight Tim worries about the bone.

“If this mouth cannot speak honestly, it will not speak at all,” Boyd warns. “I should have known,” he spits. “You always were a little whore. First you send your baby-doll fuck-me eyes at Colt. Now, you prance off after your miserable little leech. What next? You’ll be shaking your sultry little ass for Deputy Givens?” Boyd hisses.

Tim’s breath catches in his throat. Boyd stills. “Oh?” he asks. Tim shivers. “Oh,” Boyd rolls out. He slams Tim’s face on the hardwood with enough force to break his nose.

He rips out Tim’s belt and forces down his jeans. “Well, then must I show you who you belong to?”

The first impact against Tim’s back is comforting. Boyd forces his thick cock up Tim’s unprepared hole. The second impact is even better.

#boyd crowder #tim gutterson #justified fic #justified fx #my fic #justie games #itookyoudown #crowson #boyd/tim

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