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Rook had done this dozens of times at this point. What this was, was sneaking into John’s ranch while he was out doing whatever it was he did during the day, and helping himself to whatever he found. Whether that be food, drinks, or otherwise- Rook always had a very specific way of making himself feel oddly at home, even when this was the last place in all of Hope County he should be getting cozy at. 

That didn’t stop him though. Sat at John’s dining room table, boots propped up on it, and a sandwich in hand, Rook let his eyes slip shut just for a moment. Maybe when he was finished, he’d take a shower. John seemed to be the only primadona in the entire town that still had decent water pressure, and it wasn’t something Rook wanted to skip out on during this visit. Not with the blood and dirt that was currently caked under his fingernails. 

Grimacing as he polished off the sandwich and started working on his bottle of water, Rook let his head roll backwards, the tension relaxing out of his shoulders little by little. Which, he now realizes was his second mistake. The first mistake had been choosing today of all days in the week, to pay John a surprise visit. 

Judging by the way the front door was practically kicked open, slamming hard against the wall behind it and bouncing back before John stalked inside, Rook thought it was safe to say that today had been a horrible day. John’s shoulders were pinned up around his ears, far too much tension being held there. His coat was in his hands and his eyebrows almost looked like they would never raise from their current position, which was slightly more than a scowl. 

Rook took a deep breath and cleared his throat - And that was mistake number three . 

As soon as John’s eyes found him, his face went from a scowl to absolutely feral . To say he was a fan of Rook’s random late night visits would be giving the word a wide berth. Sometimes it was a mutual thing, and Rook would slink in past the guards and fuck John into next week. Sometimes he’d come in, John would just want to have dinner together and a shower- It was always a dangerous 50/50 chance with him though. Like playing Russian roulette, and instead of a bullet you were playing with knives. 

Instead of a gun, you were playing with a psychopath…

John was stalking over to him now, and Rook’s breath caught in his throat. He’d seen John mad plenty of times before- But the pure rage that was dripping off of his features now, that was raw and terrifying because it was new, and Rook had never been on the receiving end of that . 

Normally he’d at least hang his coat up on a rack, but that seemed to be an afterthought. John tossed his plane covered trench coat over the back of his sofa, and- Oh. He was pointing at Rook now.. Waggling that finger dangerously. 

“You,” John grit out dangerously low, each step he took was calculated and smooth and Rook fucking couldn’t move . “I have had one of the worst days in all of history- And now I come home to you, being a greedy moron . Breaking into my house, eating my food as if it was bought for you , putting your disgusting-” His hand reached out and he shoved Rook’s boots off of his table to drive his point home, “ Boots all over my fucking table.” 

John was close enough now that every alarm bell in Rook’s head was ringing. Screaming, even. He needed to put some distance between them, quickly, if he wanted to escape the night with little to no injuries at all. 

However.. Morbid curiosity had Rook sitting up in his chair and into the hand that was snatching him up now by the front of his shirt, and pulling - Hard. Did John actually plan to kill him this time? Rook actually wasn’t sure. Which is why his hands scrambled for purchase on John’s, scratching and pulling to the best of his abilities from this angle. 

“Who in the fuck do you think you are to get cozy in my home ,” John’s face was just inches from Rook’s now, and if he squinted hard enough, he could almost not think about the fact that it looked like one of his blood vessels were about to pop from how angry he was. “You didn’t earn any of this- You haven’t atoned, bled for this.” 

Riled up would have been the understatement of the century. Something in Rook was stirring, and he wasn’t quite sure why- Not when John was this close and so fucking feral. Walking them back towards a wall, John made sure Rook connected with it hard, knocking the air out of his lungs in the process- Which resulted in a very breathy, “John-” escaping his lips. 

“You think this is a game , Deputy? Do you want to play- Because I will show you exactly how to play.” Before John had even finished his sentence, his hands were popping every single button on Rook’s shirt, sending them skittering across the hardwood floor before latching his teeth firmly into the flesh of Rook’s neck now. 

Rook was almost ashamed to admit it- But he wasn’t sure that he had ever been so turned on in his entire life. None of the other men he’d slept with had been able to manhandle him like this, and John was holding him there with ease . For such a small framed man, John wasn’t one to be fucked with. He was stronger than he looked in more ways than just one. That dress shirt of his was deceiving, hiding all of the well carved muscles in John’s upper arms. 

Fingernails dug into Rook’s hip, drawing him back out of his thoughts with a gasp as his hips rolled forward involuntary and John smirked . “Oh, you think you’re going to have fun with this? No- You’re here for my stress relief. I’m going to fuck you and then you are going to shower, make dinner for me, and then come to bed and go the fuck to sleep.” Rook’s cock twitched with each word John growled out, giving a weak nod in agreement. 

Apparently tonight was a slumber-party kind of night. Rook mentally cursed himself for not bringing his overnight bag. 

Strong hands grabbed his arms now and flipped him so his stomach was firmly pressed against the wall, and Rook could feel John’s hands yanking his jeans down, just over the crest of his ass. As if following its own instincts, Rook’s back arched and he let John press his face hard into the wall, his teeth biting into his cheek now. 

“John- S’bit hard. Lemme help,” Rook gasped out as John continued to pull and tug roughly at his jeans, attempting to reach a hand down to at least undo his belt. John apparently had other ideas however, and as soon as Rook’s hands left the wall, they were pinned back down by John’s. 

The next thing that followed was John’s teeth, latching once again to Rook’s neck - Just one quick motion before releasing, settling for licking a line along the shell of Rook’s ear, that made his legs tremble . It wasn’t often John got like this. Maybe once or twice since they’d been doing this . But each time, Rook was always so surprised at just how rough he could get. Normally Rook would be the one delivering this treatment to John, living for each time his hips rolled back into Rook’s crotch, searching for something to fill him up. 

But occasionally, John liked to flip the tables - Normally on bad days. 

“No,” John bit out, returning to his previous goal of getting Rook’s pants down. “Don’t fuckin’ touch yourself- Don’t do anything other than stand here for my pleasure. You understand that?” Once again, Rook felt his head nodding before he’d fully processed all of the words John ground out. 

It didn’t take long for John to push his own jeans down, rocking his cock against the cleft of Rook’s ass in warning. Much to Rook’s surprise, he heard the cap of what he assumed to be lube crack open, and he let out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he’d been holding this entire time. As John pulled back ever so slightly to slick his cock and dribble lube around Rook’s hole, he made a show of shaking his ass. John’s hand connected hard to the skin of his ass-cheek, and Rook hissed, his hips canting forward in search of friction. 

And once again, much to Rook’s pleasant surprise, John took his time stretching him open. It had been a while since they’d gotten to do this- Just over a week if Rook was remembering correctly. And even though John was clearly pissed off , it was good to know he wasn’t aiming to permanently damage Rook’s ass just yet. 

One finger became two, which became three, and before Rook was completely aware, John’s cock slipped into him until they were pressed flush together. “Fuck, John- Jesus.” Rook pleaded, not sure whether he was pleading for more or less. John did pause however, taking a brief moment to adjust to the feeling, his fingernails digging into Rook’s hips in a way that he was sure would leave marks for at least three days after this. 

Once he was sure that Rook was mostly alright, John’s pace started- And it was brutal . Each time he fucked into Rook pushed them closer and closer to the wall, until Rook’s cock was trapped almost painfully between his own body and the wooden panels he was pressed against. “You are mine- Do you understand me?” John asked through his breaths, punctuating with his hips now, angling his hips in a way that made Rook see stars behind his eyes. “You are mine and you’ll never be able to have someone like this ever again without thinking about me. I am going to ruin you .”

The promising threat made Rook’s nails scratch for purchase on the wall as he let his head fall back against John’s shoulders, a chorus of ‘please’ and ‘yes, John’ tumbling from his mouth as he tried his best to remember to breathe . It was a dangerous thing, what they were doing. John’s words normally carried so much weight that it was exhausting to listen to- But with the way his breath was hitched, the sound of him pounding into Rook, the feeling of his hands- Rook thought maybe he wouldn’t mind doing this for the rest of his life. 

One of John’s hands snaked down between Rook’s body and the wall, popping his belt free and with great difficulty while keeping up his pace, pulled Rook’s cock free and ran his thumb over his slit. With shaking legs, Rook wasn’t sure what he was trying to do more- Fuck himself on John’s cock, or rock into those skilled hands to chase the release for the tightness that was pooling deep in his stomach now. 

Of course, John came first. Riding out every wave of his orgasm deep inside of the deputy, John squeezed hard at the base of Rook’s cock- effectively cutting off his orgams that was so very fucking close.  

“John- Please. Fuck please.” Rook wasn’t sure when he had started crying , but apparently he was? The wall was damp with sweat mixed with his tears, and fuck John- I just want to cum. The feeling of being cut off like that was enough to drive anyone crazy, Rook included. 

“Turn around,” John panted as he pulled out of Rook, cum dribbling out of him and down his thigh, effectively dirtying his jeans. Wasting no time at all, John’s knees thudded hard on the floor and he took Rook’s cock in his mouth as soon as he was turned around fully, swallowing him down until Rook could feel the moment he hit the back of his throat. 

John didn’t even make it halfway back off of Rook’s cock again before he had hands buried in his hair, pulling him down, down, down - All the way back onto Rook’s cock. John was more than experienced with this particular skill- But that didn’t stop him from choking when Rook suddenly came down his throat with no warning at all. Cum dribbled out of the corners of John’s mouth, and he scowled. 

Playing with Rook like this was fun , and he was nowhere near as angry as he had been earlier- But the cleanup was always a fucking tragedy. 

Once he was sure Rook was done, John swallowed deeply and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, rocking himself up and off of his knees now, running a hand down the expanse of Rook’s chest. “Shower- Now .” The tone in John’s voice left no room for debate, and Rook was already working on getting his pants pulled back up before John fisted the front of his shirt, pulling him in close for a kiss. Not too rough, but not too sweet either- Let him know his place.  

Rook all but moaned like a whore into John’s mouth, no doubt tasting himself still on his tongue. And all too soon John found himself pushing Rook back before things could get heated once again. Definitely too soon for him to get hard again, no matter how attractive Rook was when he was this wrecked. 

“Go shower. I’ll be waiting for dinner, Deputy .” John said again in a much softer tone, patting Rook’s cheek to let him know he means now . Rook at least knew how to follow directions, because he was turning on his heels again and heading off towards John’s room to no doubt shower. John didn’t miss the slight limp he was already sporting, and it made him grin with pleasure. 

John really didn’t mind Rook’s surprise visits - But he was sure if he came home to those disgusting boots on his table again, Rook would lose more than one of his legs.