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"Have. a damn. drink." Bill's voice boomed as he slammed a whiskey bottle down on the table.
This wasn't the first time Bill had made such an advance, almost like he was trying to start some cruel vague 'friendship'. Luckily Kieran always had an excuse, or someone would yell at him about lazing around enough for him to solidly reject Bill's invitation.
It's not that Kieran wouldn't mind some kindness, Mary Beth was about the only person who ever showed any warmth towards him, but even then Karen or Miss Grimshaw would come around and bark at him.
Bill was a loud and imposing man, his personality was just as big as him, not so much his brain though. He struck fear into the smaller man every time his voice would boom through the camp, or when his noticeable footsteps would come near.
Although, Kieran was grateful that Bill had chimed in Kierans defense when he shot the O'Driscoll at the cabin, saving Arthur's life. If Bill hadn't said anything, he could've been dead months ago before he even reached clemens point.
Kieran hesitated, gripping the hem of his jacket like he did when he's anxious. Was this a subtle motion of kindness? Or would Bill be grappling him to the ground again with bright red gelding tongs - dragging screams of terror from him.
"I- j..just a little I guess.." he stuttered out, fear dragging beads of sweat to his forehead and a twisting feeling in his stomach. He reached out and grabbed the bottle, taking a couple bold chugs of it and wobbling backwards.
It was a cool and quiet night, the moon glowed against the lake surrounding the side of Clemens Point. Most of everyone was asleep, which made Kieran a bit nervous to be alone with Bill, but atleast Javier and Charles would be around on guard duty.
Bill grinned, snatching the bottle back from him. "See? I don't bite - O'driscoll."
Kieran wiped whiskey from his lips, grounding himself with a step forward and hand on the table.
"I ain't an O'driscoll mister" he snapped back.
Luckily Kierans moment of seeming disrespect was ignored, and returned with a deep chuckle.
"We'll see bout' that boy.." Bill said, shaking his head with a smile and returning the bottle to his lips.
He turned to walk away, back to the horses so he could continue his usual work of repetitive chores and smoking like a chimney.
"Where ya' going O'driscoll?" Bill shouted, almost disappointed that the man would be leaving so soon.
Kieran froze, wiping sweat off his face, and turning around to try and maintain an assertive level of eye contact.
"I-I got work to do sir-" Kieran sighed "and I ain't.." he trailed off, not much use in arguing with such a man.
Bill grumbled "I mean, Kieran." He, shockingly corrected himself, even if it was with a small scowl.
Kieran looked at him a bit puzzled, never thinking that Bill would be such a man to correct himself. He turned his head both ways, as if something would crash into him if he didn't, and walked to take a seat down at their little nightwatch table.
"That's it boy.." he said low and deep, making Kierans stomach turn in a new way, his abdomen tensed and his face suddenly felt hot, probably from the liquor.
"R-right well.. did you want to talk bout' something mister?.." Kieran fiddled with his hands, looking down at the table, only sneaking a few glances at Bill. He was staring down at him from across, furrowed brows and hands subtly picking at the label of his bottle.
Bill grunted in response.
Wearing his drunken expression, almost calm - peaceful, but this time he had a half lidded and dark expression in his eyes. As if deep in thought.
Kieran itched in nervousness and confusion, he looked around to avoid the piercing eye contact of Bill's brown eyes.
After a few moments of silence Kieran had enough, it was almost funny how awkward he'd felt sitting there in complete quiet.
"Mister- are you gonna s-say somethin'?" He asked, looking back at Bill's deep gaze.
"Can't I jus' look at ya?" He said, almost cracking a grin and leaning in closer to the man across the table.
Kierans face saturated red, heart fluttering for a moment. He itched at his chest in reaction, and then dragged his hand to his neck to do the same.
"I-I guess .." he gulped. Was he misinterpreting this? Surely they're both just drunk.
"You was in the army right?" He questioned, Kieran had known that Bill was in the army for a while, but discharged because of some sort of dishonorable behavior, whatever that meant.
"Yes sir.. not for long- I ain't really the strong type"
"Clearly" Bill muttered. "Well," he sighed,
Suddenly standing up, shaking his bottle in front of Kieran to show its emptiness.
"I'm out. Come get a refill with me boy" he grunted, walking away before Kieran could even answer. He followed shortly behind, watching Bill walk with his heavy footsteps and consistently angry demeanor.
Behind Bill's shared tent was a box of whiskey bottles propped against a tree, it was a nice private view of flat iron lake from there. He walked up and leaned against that tree, motioning for Kieran to grab a bottle. "Go on" Bill huffed.
Kieran moved closer and bent down to reach for a bottle, shuffling the box around.
A small black snake then hissed and slithered around the side of the box, had clearly been claiming it as a hideout.
Their hearts lurched when Kieran suddenly let out a high pitched scream, pulling his hand back and tumbling towards Bill.
"There's- a s-sna-!" He squeaked before Bill pulled Kieran into him, shoving him against the tree and putting his hand over Kierans mouth, keeping it there as Kieran let out muffled yelps.
"Would you relax?!" He yelled in a whisper "You're gonna wake up the whole damn camp"
Kieran looked up at his flaming anger with wide eyes, Bill's face falling when he realized the position they were in.
Bill was holding Kieran tight, almost pinning his back against the tree. He then lowered his hand from Kierans mouth, both looking at each other in surprise and hesitation.
It didn't help that Kieran was quietly gasping for air.
"M' sorry, mister i-.." fear and confusion bubbled, shooting a glance at Bill's lips and then looking back to Bill's eyes, realizing Bill had been doing the same. Bill pulled his body closer into him, the sound of jean fabric tightening against one another.
Bill rested his arm against the tree just above Kierans head, their faces moving hesitantly closer to each other.
The men breathed hot and exasperated, inches away from each other's lips before Bill finally pushed his lips into Kierans. They both went red, a spike of arousal shooting through them.
Bill's tongue slipped into his mouth, hot and wet, slipping the other mans. He let out a whimper, taking short moments to gasp for air as Bill aggressively continued.
Finally, as Kieran finally took a deep breath, he let go of him and moved his lips all down Kierans neck and collarbone.
He shuddered in response, turning his head so Bill could have more access.
Kieran was shocked to say the least, he'd thought that after so much torment and teasing that they'd hate each other, but clearly that's not the case for either of them.
Bill unbuttoned the man's union shirt, it was the only shirt Kieran owned so Bill was strangely careful to not damage it. Kieran froze for a second, noticeably tensing.
"I err.. is this okay?.." Bill grumbled, it was the first time Kieran ever detected nervousness in his voice.
He paused for a moment before nodding slowly, failing to keep eye contact with Bill's searching eyes. Bill's nervous demeanor faltered as he grinned, continuing to undress Kieran, keeping his jacket over his arms and shoulders. His strong warm hands traveled along Kierans frail chest, he touched his ribs, grasping his waist, and pulling him in closer to feel Kierans jackrabbit heart beat.
Kieran let out small gasps and fragile noises, his hands clutching Bill's flannel shirt. His mind racing and body trembling.
Just when the overstimulation was nearly driving him to let out an unfathomably loud whine, Bill stopped, his hands now fumbling with Kierans belt buckle. He uncontrollably jolted with arousal which made Bill chuckle under his breath, only stiffening Kierans erection more.
He unzipped Kierans' now tight jeans, slightly pulling down the front of his jeans leaving his boxers. He reached around and under his pants, kneading Kierans ass and pulling his hips into his own.
Kieran let himself fall closer into Bill's arms, his head resting into Bill's chest before Bill leaned back to continue deeply kissing him.
Bill began palming the front of his boxers, rubbing him slowly, making Kierans hips stutter against Bill's hand. He let out a cry.
"Never been touched boy?" He teased. Not very surprised when Kieran reacted in a way that confirmed his question.
"I'll change that.." his voice rumbled through Kierans body, making him shiver.
He pulled down his boxers, releasing Kierans hard and twitching cock. Bill then spat into his hand and took him into slow jerking motions, making Kieran squirm and breathlessly try to make words.
"Quiet now." Bill demanded in an almost endearing tone before rubbing the head of Kierans dick in his palm with force and speed, Kieran almost didn't have time to react, throwing his head into Bill's shoulder and shakily holding back moans. His hips bucking and shaking against Bill.
"st- sto.. too mu.." he moaned out, squirming in overstimulation. Kieran whined against the sensitive motions and tears pricked against his eyes.
Bill laughed, returning to a jerking motion, wringing Kieran out at random speeds before reaching a consistent one that made Kierans legs weaken.
"I- I.. m' gonna-" he barely managed to get a word out, stuttering over noises and cries, a wave rushing over him as he came into Bill's hand and fell into his arms completely immobile.
"Maybe you ain't an o'driscoll after all…." Bill smirked, looking down at the shaking mess of a man underneath him.