Bored Stiff

        by Nightcrawler (kmanetta@earthlink.net)

        Rating:NC17

        Summary: A bored Roy tries to manipulate Chon into fighting so he can watch

        Archive: Yes

        warnings: M/M slash, graphic language and situations

        disclaimer: The following is written purely for fun and not for profit. No claim is being made on the characters.



        Roy leaned back in the Sheriff's chair, listening to it creak as he let it tilt back as far as possible. He stretched out his legs and lifted his worn, rattle skin boots till the spurs jingled again the old wooden desk. Desperate for some sleep, he closed his burning eyes and tried to rest.

        It was useless, though. The minute his feverish eyes shut, he was assailed with images of Chon. His mind eagerly followed the stream of delicious, intoxicating images of the Chinaman who chose to stay at his side. Why was it the man's every movement was so erotic? How could watching someone take off their boots make you hard? Hell, how could just thinking about it make him hard? After a quick look to the right and left, he discreetly reached down to feel the familiar bulge in his pants. It seemed like his days were spent trying to find ways to hide his hard-ons, and his nights were spent losing them, coming time after time. He was exhausted and he surely would have fallen asleep, but for his throbbing dick.

        He deliberately tried to erase the images from his mind and forced himself to try and come up with a solution. If only there was some Sheriff work to do, but, with Chon's help, together they had cleaned the town up so well, it was now virtually crimeless. As a matter of fact, being a sheriff in this town had proved damn boring. It was the most boring job he had ever had. Most of the time, like now, he sat around the office, bored stiff. Word about the new sheriff had traveled quickly. The outlaws knew about him, knew how the sheriff had drilledVan Cleef through his heart with his trusty six gun and they knew about his kick ass deputy. They found it easier to pick on some other town.



        Thinking of the bar fights they had been called on to break up brought a warm smile to Roy's face. Roy loved to watch Chon fight. He was just so damn beautiful! The way his legs would arch up so gracefully and then slam into some guys head. Next, his tight little ass would spin around, and his arms would rain down bows so quickly, it was like a blur. Damn. The thought of watching Chon fight just made his erection harder. If only there was a way he could watch Chon fight right now. Sadly, barroom brawls had dwindled to barely one a week. Roy closed his eyes and remembered watching Chon in action last week. The thought alone made him groan with need. Overwhelmed by the throbbing demand, Roy was hit with inspiration.

        What if he arranged for a fight in the saloon? If someone started beating the crap out of him, Chon would surely come to his rescue, wouldn't he? Roy smiled evilly as he began to plot.

        Not long after inspiration struck Roy, Chon entered the Sheriff's Office. "I just checked everything. All is well." he announced.

        Roy cringed involuntarily. "Chon," he chided gently, 'Not all is well', real cowboys don't say that. You sound like some professor talking."

        Chon looked nonplussed. "Well, what - what I say then?" he asked self consciously.

        Roy kicked his legs down, glad this his hand had finally been able to ease the familiar ache in his pants.

        He looked at his dark haired friend with the sweet, smiling eyes that lit up so much the darkness in his life. Chon was so sweet and innocent, so kind and so caring. He had as much business being in the treacherous West as a fish did being out of water. He stood slowly, staring hard at his friend, shaking his head slowly from side to side, knowing he, Roy, was no better than any of the other maggots living here. He took advantage of Chon's innocence too. He started to change his mind about what he was going to do, but then for some reason, Chon smiled.

        That was it. The smile did it. He stood silently, hoping Chon wouldn't find out he was setting him up.

        He concentrated on willing his erection down, then tried to smile back at Chon, looking as innocent as a baby. Focusing on his words, Roy finally replied, "Just say, "Did my rounds, Boss. No problems."

        Chon's grin grew even wider and his eyes began to twinkle, as he parroted Roy and repeated, "Did my rounds, Boss. No problems."

        "Good. That's good, Chon. Now I think I'll mosey on over to the saloon and see if I can scare up something to eat. Why don't you just check the telegraph office first, make sure there's no messages needing our attention, then meet me there."

        Chon nodded eagerly. He knew Roy was up to something, and judging by the slight bulge in his pants when he first walked in, he had a pretty good idea what it was. For some strange reason Chon didn't understand, Roy always followed the longest path between two points. He never took the short road, or the easy road. For someone so hot blooded, he was totally out of touch with his passionate nature. Roy didn't know how to describe his need, he didn't know how to admit his need, sometimes, he wasn't even sure how to satisfy his need. Instead, he constantly contrived situations where he could end up alone with Chon, leaving the 'how to's' up to his partner. It would be so much simpler just to lock the door and go in the back together. Chon smiled then, as he thought wickedly, but this was so much more fun.

        Roy pushed through the swinging doors and entered The Golden Nugget saloon and looked around. For a brief panicky second he thought Elmer wasn't there, but then he saw him, belly up to the bar as usual, but towards the back and Roy sighed with relief, sure now his plan would work. There weren't many cowboys in the saloon today, just some boys from the Circle K ranch that had just finished a short cattle drive. The men looked tired, dusty and thirsty. They would make good patsies for his plan, but Elmer, he was key. He needed someone to start a fight with, but someone he knew that would hit him with his fists, not whip out a six shooter and kill him. Elmer was always good for a fight, especially if he he'd had a drink or two. Roy pulled out his watch and smiled gleefully, knowing Elmer, if following his regular routine, should be irritatingly drunk by now.

        He walked up to the bar alongside Elmer, slapped him on the back with one hand, while swiping his silver dollars off the bar the bar with the other hand. He made a brief stab at conversation with the belligerent drunk, while with the deft touch of a profession pick pocket and under the eagle eyes of the bar tender, he slipped the coins into the side pocket of the worn drover jacket Elmer was wearing. "Best be time for you to be leaving, Elmer," he announced casually, as the bar keep grinned. It didn't take Elmer long to figure out he had been robbed and turn his indignant rage on Roy.

        Roy backed away, his blue eyes bright and sparkling, teasing and laughing at Elmer without saying a word, denying everything. Roy told him to check his pockets and he found the missing money, with the bartenders hearty laughter in the background. It was the laughter that did it. Elmer knew he had been had. He didn't know how, but he knew who was going to pay. He charged Roy like an enraged bull. As Roy ducked away from the oncoming drunk, he yelled at the barkeep, "Get Chon!"

        The fight got out of hand almost immediately. Fists were flying everywhere, amid the sounds of splintering wood and tinkling glass as tables and chairs crashed to the floor, and glass shattered. Someone tagged Roy good with a left hook that sent him flying. He could taste the blood in his mouth, smiled and staggered to his feet looking for revenge. Before he could focus, he took another fist to the face and felt blood begin to gush out of his nose. "Damn," he thought, "Where the hell is Chon?" Reeling on his feet, he took a savage blow to the midsection, that immediately doubled him up. As he slowly collapsed, he saw his friend fly through the air and kick out a leg, knocking one of the cattlemen down. Roy smiled and stayed where he was, watching the one many army go into action. He was like a whirling dervish, now you see him, now you don't, leaving behind him a wake of battered and bruised bodies, all eager to leave the scene.

        "Roy!" Chon cried anxiously, "are you all right?"

        ""Howdy partner," a slightly dazed Roy replied, as blood seeped from his nose and mouth.

        A concerned Chon looked down on his lover, "Don't worry," he assured him, "I will take care of you." Roy grinned and held a hand up to Chon to help him to his feet. It wasn't as easy as he thought though. Maybe he had taken a few more hits than he had expected. As he stood leaning heavily against Chon, the room began to spin and he felt an overwhelming desire to upchuck. Fortunately, he had nothing in his belly worth puking. Chon watched worriedly and announced, "I will get the Doctor after I get you to bed."

        "No! No doctor. I don't need a Doctor. "

        "Your ribs may be cracked." Chon announced, watching Roy's breathing carefully, and noting the painful gasps.

        "Then you'll tape then. No Doctor!"

        Chon eyed him carefully and slowly nodded agreement, "as long as you let me take care of you." he added.

        Roy looked at Chon and reluctantly nodded. Reluctant because if Chon thought he was injured, he wouldn't be inclined for any fun and games. He sighed and then jerked in pain as he tried to take a deep breath. Maybe he had cracked a rib. Nothing was turning out the way he had planned. Depressed and in pain he leaned even heavier on the small slight man to his side.

        Chon was alarmed at the way Roy was acting. It was not like him to give in, and the way he was leaning on him hinted that he might be seriously hurt. Until Chon could actually examine Roy fully, there was no way to know the extent of his injuries.

        Upstairs, in Roy's room over the saloon, Chon gingerly laid Roy down on the double bed. The fact that the white quilt on the bed was being stained beyond repair was meaningless to him. After a thorough examination, he felt relieved. There was a bad bruise on his ribs, but Chon didn't think any were fractures. He knew of a poultice he could apply that would ease the pain and quicken his recovery. Chon stood back and looked down at his prone friend, as he lay there battered and bruised. The poultice would correct one problem, but there was another more serious problem that needed addressing.

        "Roy," he said softly. "If you wanted to see me fight, why did you not just ask me?"

        Roy turned his face into his pillow, trying to hide his flushed cheeks, and muttered, "Who says I wanted to see you fight?"

        I saw the look on your face when you were lying on the floor watching me. I know that look."

        "What look? I don't know what you're talking about!" Roy blustered.

        "The look that says you're hard and hot and want me more than the air you breathe." Chon replied simply, while slipping off first one boot and then the other. Roy watched in silence, licking his bottom lip once, afraid to speak, afraid Chon would stop. "When I see that look in your eye, I feel ten feet tall. My manhood soars and grows as hard as the Emperor's mighty sword." Chon slipped off his shirt and began undoing his pants, stepping out of them quickly until he was standing in front of Roy stark naked and fully erect. Then he slowly approached the bed. "I belong to you, Roy. You are my emperor now. My sword belongs to you as well. Where would you have me dip it?"

        Roy's eyes grew as he stared at Chon's mighty sword. He licked his lips eagerly and opened his mouth longingly. Chon smiled greedily as he carefully balanced his body across Roy's without letting him take any of his weight. "You want me?" he asked, with his body hunched over Roy's chest. Roy moaned yes eagerly and Chon thrust his sword into Roy's hungry mouth. Chon squeezed his eyes shut, savoring the delicious pain as Roy sucked hard on his swollen dick. The touch of Roy's tongue was driving him insane. Grabbing the brass railing of the headboard, he held on tightly, trying desperately to stay in control, to master his orgasm and delay it as long as possible. Roy watched Chon's reaction carefully and let his teeth nip sharply at the foreskin in his mouth. Chon's reaction was too delicious. The quick jump of his body, the loud unexpected moan made Roy's hand leap to his own manhood and begin to pump it for all he was worth. Roy's tongue changed tactics then, and began a slow, sloppy survey of Chon's manhood. When his tongue snaked under his balls and licked the little crevice there, Chon's hands fell from the headboard to Roy's shoulder's. Roy wanted to cry out in victory as he felt the tremor in them but instead let his mouth slide down his friend's engorged shaft and swallowed him whole again. Chon's eyes bulged as his body began to pump his cock up and down Roy's throat. Chinese curses flew from his mouth involuntarily as Roy's teeth ripped into him again and then a long scream as he came in a storm of fiery passion, all control lost. Several minutes went by before Chon was able to speak, to move, to know where he was again. He was atop his lover, atop his own, his life. He laid his head into Roy's shoulder and snuggled his lips close to his neck where he whispered softly in Chinese, "My one true love."

        Roy lay still, his own orgasm had come as Roy had climaxed in his mouth. As he had felt Chon's cock twitch in anticipation, his own seed had spilled in his hand. Chon had given him everything, he had held back nothing. It was a gift beyond price. He understood that. Maybe he didn't understand the Chinese, but he understood the man. He understood Chon loved him and would die for him. Just like Chon knew Roy would lay down his life for him. In some crazy way he couldn't explain, they knew each other better than any two people normally do. Roy smiled contentedly. Now, if he could only figure out a way to watch Chon fight ...

        The End



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