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Beaver Hollow is a shithole. Not only is the place uncomfortable and muggy, but everyone in the camp has been so on edge and fighting each other since they got here.
Javier doesn't understand why everyone isn't just listening to Dutch and following his orders! Its simple! This man saved them all so many times before and nobody is putting their faith in him. Not Javier though. No matter what Dutch does, he will always side with his leader after he saved him from his previous life. Javier would do anything for the guy.
Life around camp has been so different as well. No one gathers around him as soon as they see his guitar in hand when Javier sits at the campfire at night. No one is there to listen to his light hums and sing along with him. No one is there to share a drink or cigarette with him anymore, but occasionally Arthur comes over and they chat. It usually ends with Arthur walking away when Javier brings up loyalty though.
Its really been a drag around here.
Tonight was one of those nights. Javier sitting alone at the campfire while everyone is at their tents doing god knows what. Anything other than sit together like the family they are.
Javier sighs and toons his guitar, lightly strumming and fixing the strings until the pitch is just right. He watches the embers from the fire spark out every once in a while and hopes that one of them would light this whole place up. But that wouldn't happen since this place is too damp to even use the kindling around the area as fire wood. Javier pulled out his pocket watch and saw that it was almost time for his shift on guard duty tonight, so he stood up. Guitar in hand, the man stalks over to his sleeping bag situated on the ground near the opening of the cave that Charles and Arthur cleared out.
Stretching his arms above his head, Javier places his guitar down and heads for where Bill is wandering around. But before he could make it past Dutch's tent he heard a little psst.
Javier raised an eyebrow and looked around. When he heard it again he turned and saw Dutch Van Der Linde holding the flap to his tent open.
"Hey, Dutch," Javier said gently, trying not to disturb the quiet of the camp.
"Comere," Dutch beckons, "Gotta ask you something." Javier looked confused for a moment but walked up to the tent anyway. As soon as he was close enough Dutch wrapped a hand around Javier's forearm and pulled him inside.
Once he got his bearings back together, Javier questioned Dutch, "What's wrong? You don't took so good, friend."
And his leader in fact did not look good. His usual confident physique was replaced with a hunched and tense one. He had dark circles under his eyes and even his hair was out of place in some spots. Javier can't remember a time when Dutch looked like this once. He was always so put together. The stress of everything that's been happening must be getting to him too. Javier didn't really know what to do so he just stood silently as he watched Dutch huff angrily over his desk.
"Why does nobody have faith in me?" The words were spat instead of said, "I would have gotten John out of prison myself! But nobody had faith!"
Javier just nodded even though Dutch couldn't see him.
"But you," Dutch turned and placed his large hands on Javier's shoulders and held him there tight, "You, Javier, always have faith and you're so loyal."
The man in front of Dutch felt a smile tug at his lips at the praise. He was glad his efforts didn't go unnoticed by his leader.
"Thank you for noticing Dutch," Javier nodded humbly.
"Now, Javier," Dutch got dark for a second, "I have a favor to ask you."
"Anything you need Dutch." Javier replied almost immediately.
Javier would easily do anything for the man. He basically has done everything for Dutch. And he would do it all again if that meant he could continue his journey with Dutch.
"Lay with me."
Huh?
Javier sputtered a moment. The hands on his shoulders were gone and he went half a step back, not realizing how close Dutch had gotten to him. There were many things Javier was expecting him to say but that didn't even cross his mind. The worst he could have thought of was to kill Arthur. The thought did pain him a little, but if that was what Dutch wanted then he would have no choice. But having sex with him? Javier couldn't imagine.
"W-what do you mean Dutch?" Javier was confused, "I don't understand?"
Dutch sighed and walked closer. Javier kept backing up until his thighs him the small table at the end of Dutch's cot. Molly died not too long ago so Javier knew Dutch must be lonely, but not to the extent that he is going to another man for help.
"It's exactly what I said, Javier," Dutch said, "Have sex with me."
A shiver ran down Javier's spine when he felt Dutch's lips ghost over his, "I should probably leave... Bill is waiting for me to switch with him." Javier whispered but made no attempt to move unless Dutch told him otherwise. A hand ran up his side and he let out a soft gasp.
"Stay," Dutch shushed, "Its been stressful, these last few days I mean. You are the only one still on my side, after all. Other than Micah, but he isn't the ideal bed partner."
Javier stared into Dutches dark eyes. Was this really going to happen? The man that Javier has looked up to for a good portion of his life was now asking to have sex with him. Javier really didn't know what to do.
But Dutch always had a way with words and after a little more convincing and pressuring, Javier finally gave a small nod of approval. He couldn't look Dutch in the eyes, but couldn't help staring at the tent that was forming inside of his hermano's pants.
"What about Bill?" Javier asked as he was lead to the cot.
"To hell with Bill, he can find someone else to swap with." Dutch was too busy pushing Javier to his cot to care at the moment.
Dutch sat on the edge of the thin mattress and spread his legs apart. He was expecting something and Javier knew what that something was. He could help the light shake in his step as he knelt between his leader's thighs and stared up at him through his hair. In front of him was Dutch's clothed erection and up close Javier was a little intimidated by it. He's never been intimate with another man before so he doesn't think he would be any good. Why didn't Dutch ask someone else? Javier is probably the least educated in this field and before tonight he never thought about even touching another man this way.
But, Dutch had asked him to do this so he had to. Before Javier could actually start doing anything he heard a frustrated huff from the man above him and soon there were rough hands gripping his hair and pulling him in Dutch's crotch. Javier grunted as he got a face full of Dutch's musk. Gulping down the lump in his throat, Javier nuzzled his cheek against the hard clothed appendage. He heard Dutch groan deeply in the back of his throat and it made Javier's own dick react in a way that scared him.
Hearing another man moan and getting off on it scared Javier.
Nevertheless, the hands in Javier's hair pulled away and he made quick work of his freedom. His hands were pulling Dutch's zipper down and soon his cock sprung free with a satisfied sigh leaving the older man's lips.
Javier froze as he stared. What now? He looked up at Dutch, who was watching Javier's every move.
"Go on," He said.
If Dutch said it, he'd do it.
Without faltering Javier wrapped his hand around Dutch's cock. It was heavy in his hold, but he just internally shook his head and brought his curious lips to the tip. Javier pressed his tongue against the head and tried not to show a reaction when he tasted the salty pre-cum. And tried not to think of what he was tasting at all actually.
"Yeah, that's it." Dutch whispered praises as Javier brought his whole mouth around his dick. A hand ran through the younger man's hair and it was scratching him just right. Javier rolled his eyes back at the feeling and slowly kept lowering his head until his nose pressed against the thick tangle of black hair at the base of Dutch's cock.
When he adjusted to the weight in his mouth, Javier pulled back a little and went back down. He kept doing this until he was able to deepthroat Dutch properly.
A layer of saliva was coating Dutch's erection by now and he couldn't help but moan as he watched Javier almost choke on it everytime he brought his head back down. Spit was traveling down Javier's chin and some strands even made it to his neck. He was completely lost in the feeling and let Dutch guide his head with the hand in his hair.
Soon however, Dutch had to stop Javier before he came.
Javier whined softly at the emptiness in his mouth. He blushed when he realized that sound came from him.
"You did good," Dutch smiled, "Makes me think you do this all the time". Javier just scoffed and wiped the saliva off his mouth and neck. His knees were starting to get sore.
Dutch scooted over on the cot and Javier took a seat next to him.
Before he could even say anything, Javier was suddenly being pushed onto his back roughly and pinned to the cot. "Wh-" He let out a quick whine as he felt a large hand running up his white union shirt. Dutch had his mouth on Javier's neck in seconds and was inhaling his scent as he left marks along the side.
Javier squirmed when the hand found his nipple and started pinching it and rolling it between its pointer and thumb.
"Dutch," Javier whispered but was shut up as he felt lips lock with his. Dutch was now in between his legs and slowly rocking his hips against Javier's own clothes erection, "Haa," He breathed slash moaned when Dutch pulled away.
"You're a mess," He murmured huskily and ran his hand down Javier's chest until he reached his navel. Dutch's hand didn't stop there and unbuttoned Javier's pants.
It didn't take much longer until Javier was completely naked and Dutch was left in just his shirt. There was not an inch of Javier's body that Dutch hadn't touch once his naked tanned skin was exposed to the lantern that lit the tent. This felt much better than Javier thought it would.
The lingering hands left him and when Javier opened his eyes he saw Dutch searching for something on the nightstand at the head of the cot. Javier's flush darkened as he got a face full of Dutch's dark haired chest when he leaned over him.
Once Dutch found what he needed he came back to face Javier and the younger man noticed a small glass bottle in the older man's hand. He knew what it was but he tried acting normal. Javier's normal must be flushing harsher and hiding his face behind his hands. A chuckle came from the man above him and Dutch spread Javier's legs farther apart, leaving him far more exposed than he thought he would ever feel. The bottle cap came off with a pop and Javier watched from between his fingers as Dutch lathered two fingers in the oil the glass held.
Dutch must have saw the slight quiver in Javier's thighs, "I take it you've never done this before?"
"No."
"Well no need to worry," Dutch winked, "You're in good hands."
The line was so cheesy that Javier almost got up and left but it made him painfully harder against his belly. His thoughts of leaving were soon cut off when a finger prodded at his ass. A whine involuntarily left his mouth. It was muffled slightly from his hands but it didn't make him even less embarrassed. The finger stopped at the first knuckle then continued until it was fulling inside of Javier.
It was an odd feeling. But not one that Javier hated.
Dutch added another finger and started stretching Javier more effectively. He would scissor his fingers and wiggle them as deep at he could get them while Javier moaned wantonly into his hands.
The two of them had to remember that there were still other people in the camp and they couldn't just be as loud as they want. But that didn't stop Dutch from trying to force the noises out of Javier as he repeatedly rubbed his finger tips against his prostate. Javier could feel the familiar swell of his orgasm bundle in his stomach and couldn't do anything to stop his seed from spilling onto his stomach, puddling in his bellybutton.
"You're already done?" Dutch smirked.
"S-shut up..." Javier tried catching him breath as he stared at Dutch through his eyelashes. It was getting pretty late and he didn't know how much longef they could keep this up until someone comes looking for Javier. Bill is probably wondering where he is by now.
However Javier didn't have time to be thinking about Bill right now because Dutch pulled his fingers out of his ass without warning. Javier groaned from the over sensitivity he was experiencing and the from discomfort of being left empty and open. That feeling of emptiness didn't last long though because soon he felt the blunt tip of Dutch's cock pushing against the weak muscles of his entrance. Javier instinctively tried closing his legs but Dutch grabbed his ankles and pushed his knees over his shoulders. The new position left Javier feeling prone and he gripped at the blanket under him.
Dutch didn't seem to care about the obviois discomfort in Javier's face as he pushed into his tight hole.
"Oh fuck," Javier breathed as he tried getting his thoughts together. The intrusion knocked the air out of lungs and he struggled to focus on anything other than the rough push of Dutch's cock, "Hurts." He grunted when Dutch was full sheathed inside him.
The man above him groaned and Javier couldn't tell if it was from pleasure or he was annoyed by his whining. Dutch grabbed the forgotten bottle of oil and poured the rest directly where they were connected. Javier flinched at the liquid feeling but was glad it made the slide of the dick in him easier.
After a few silent moments of just Javier breathing harshly and Dutch forcing himself go sit still, the tanned man finally gave to 'okay' to move.
A sigh of relief came from Dutch and he took Javier's legs off him to instead let them rest at his sides. Pulling out about half way left Javier feeling empty but then the length was slammed back in.
Javier threw his head back and let a loud moan leave him and quickly had to cover his mouth as the thrusts continued. Dutch gripped onto his hips hard enough to leave bruises and pistoned himself in and out of Javier relentlessly. The poor tanned boy could do nothing other than search for a place to hold onto as he was rocked up and down the cot.
"Ha! Ahh~! D-Dutch-" Javier let out strings of curses after that as Dutch used him like a toy. Their skin slapped together rhythmically and the old cot under them creaked with each thrust. Javier opened his eyes he didn't even realized he closed and looked up to Dutch, who was leaning over him. A shadow casted over Javier and in this moment he could think of nothing other than his leader. He watched as sweat formed on his forehead out of concentration and a little even dripped onto Javier's face. He watched Dutch's eyes travel over the tanned skin under his touch, almost admiringly. A hand soon found its way up to Javier's chest and traveled until it was resting against the man's flushed cheek.
The two men made eye contact and Javier stared into the dark eyes of Dutch. The usually tense and sharp glare now a soft and doey one. Javier could swear there were definitely little hearts in his own eyes as he took in the sight.
A whine broke the intense stare when Dutch's cock pounded into Javier's prostate.
The older man laughed, "If you keep moaning like that people will start thinking I bought a whore for the evening."
Javier huffed and just wrapped his arms around Dutch's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. It could barely be called a kiss. It was mostly just Javier desperately licking at Dutch's mouth, trying to do anything to distract himself from the knot forming in his stomach warning him of his second orgasm.
"Dutch," Javier breathed after they parted, "I'm gonna cum..."
This set something off in Dutch because his thrusts didn't let up. Javier could almost say they went faster as he saw stars dance across his vision. The younger man locked his legs around Dutch and humped into the air, matching the thrusts so try and get a deeper angle.
His sad attempts actually worked and soon he was cumming for a second time, untouched, on his stomach.
Dutch let up his thrusts and allowed Javier to come back to Earth before continuing. This time he pulled out and ordered Javier onto his hands and knees, to which he shakely did as told. The older man rested his hands on Javier's cheeks and spread them to see how used his tight hole now was. Dutch licked his lips and pushed back inside. His large hand slide up the Mexican's back and pushed down harshly between his shoulder blades, making Javier's fall flat on his face into the pillow with his ass in the air.
"Hey!" Came a muffled sound from Javier but it was ignored as Dutch started back up again. When Javier tried to turn back around his ass was giving a hard slap that echoed through the tent. A gasp was pulled from Javier's lips, followed by a moan. He liked this new position because his embarrassing sounds were muffled by the musky pillow. Javier inhaled Dutch's scent in tbe pillow and sighed.
The hand between his shoulder blades wrapped around the back of this neck and held him there, making sure he didn't move. Javier's eyes rolled back to his head as he arched his back even more, rutting against Dutch's unforgiving pounding.
This went on only for a few minutes before Javier became hyper aware of footsteps approaching Dutch's tent. The tent flaps were closed but that didn't stop people from peaking through the little openings that the flaps couldn't reach. Javier reached a hand behind him to warning Dutch since he couldn't get a coherent word out.
It didn't stop Dutch from taking what he wanted however and he just slapped the hand away and pinned in next to Javier's head. When his hand pulled away it tangled itself in Javier's hair and untied his small ponytail. Javier wouldn't have minded this but he soon understood why because there was a voice calling for Dutch.
"Dutch! Have you seen Javier-" Bill called out and when he peaked through the tent opening he gave a hardly laugh, "Already picked up a whore I see?"
"You could say that!" Dutch laughed back and pulled on Javier's hair so Bill could hear him. From the sound of it, Bill didn't notice it was Javier making these sweet noises and it relieved him greatly.
A oddly high pitched moan escaped Javier as he was roughly fucked, his ass shaking with each thrust and his thighs trembled. He was afraid his knees would give out.
"Well! Just let me know if you see Javier anywhere!" Bill called out and walked away.
Dutch smirked and leaned down next to Javier's red ear. He bit it as he spoke, "Found him."
Javier turned his ear away from Dutch.
It didn't seem like Dutch was going to last much longer because his thrusts were becoming erratic. It was also about this time Javier had his third orgasm and he was completely out of it. Drool was hanging from his mouth and tears were rolling down his cheeks. He doesn't know when that happened but just rubbed his face on the pillow to try and hide it.
Dutch's hips sputtered and he soon spilled himself deep inside Javier. A deep sigh was heard and it seems that Dutch was done.
He pulled out minutes later and watched the semen dribble out of Javier's ass.
The cot felt lighter and Javier turned to see Dutch searching for their clothes on the floor. When the younger man sat up he immediately regretted it because sharp pain went up his spine from his ass. Javier hissed and rubbing his lower back.
"You'll be fine," Dutch said as he handed Javier his clothes, "You should probably get to you're watch post before Bill puts what he saw earlier together."
"Yeah..." Javier said lowly, his voice hoarse.
After he got dressed and Dutch put his sleeping wear on, Javier didn't even look back as he left. He walked with a limp in his step and trudged over to where Bill was waiting for him.
"What took ya so long?" Bill complained.
Javier tried to come up with something, "I had a bad batch of Pearson's stew this morning."