Lend A Hand
Fandom: Shanghai Noon
Pairing: Roy and Chon
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Shanghai Noon, nor it's characters.
I'm wrecking havoc with them, having some fun, and breaking some rules of
cowboyhood.
Summary: When Roy needs help with a personal problem, Chon comes to the
rescue, lending a hand to his partner. Where will this take them in the
future. More emotional angst than slash in this story, folks.
It had been a hard day in the saddle.
Racing over the sun-burnt plains and the scrub-covered hills, the two riders
had finally lost sight of the bank robbers that they had been chasing for two
days. The trail completely disappeared into the line of hills that led
towards the Rockies.
Frustrated after the squandered chase, they made the decision to camp in the
open air for the second night in a row and get a fresh start back in the
morning. Back in Carson City, they could place a telegraph to the U.S.
Marshal's district office, giving the details of the robbery.
Roy swung down from his mount and groaned inwardly. It had been a bad ride.
His denims had rubbed him for two days now, pushing him into the horn of the
leather on the saddle. It had done nothing for his backside, either.
Working on not letting Chon see his discomfort---cowboys didn't show pain and
they didn't let it be known that the saddle hurt them---he stretched and
stared at the sky.
Only an hour or so before dark and then he could sleep, but he had to take
care of this problem. He doubted he would be able to wait for the cover of
night to relieve the painful erection he'd been nursing all day.
Talking about nothing much in order to maintain his cool, he helped get the
fire started before he made his excuses to slip away. Chon's dark eyes had
lingered on him only a few moments and then the smooth-haired head dipped in
acknowledgement.
They'd not spoken much in the last two days. Chon had respected his need for
silence. Personally, Roy didn't know how much longer he would be able to go
on like this. He was feeling some very different things lately and it was
starting to really eat into their friendship.
On one hand, he was glad for the partnership that had grown between them.
They'd become friends easily---and it was nice to have someone to talk to
when he was out here in the nowhere lands. Chon was good for making him
laugh at the most unusual things and he had an insight into the noble side of
life. He was nearly a prince among men, but Roy knew he'd die snakebit
before he would ever say that to the man's face.
On the other hand, though, Roy knew why he himself didn't normally get close
to other men; he had a tendency to get attached to his partners---he stayed
away from that sort of thing.
It wasn't exactly the manliest sort of emotion.
And Chon was getting to him already; it was only a matter of time before he
became uncomfortable with the thoughts that ran through his head. Hell, it
was happening already.
He'd been wondering what Chon's hair would feel like, loose around his
shoulders, falling onto his own skin. The Chinaman had hair like a womans',
soft-looking and shining.
And those large, slanted eyes that watched him with a variation of
expressions; the way Chon looked at him, he was starting to fear he might say
something that would offend the smaller man. The Chinaman liked him and it
showed in his friendship and in the ear to ear smiles he gave.
He'd lose his partner if he just came right now and said what was on his mind
at times. It was probably indecent of him to feel this way, but ever since
they'd had the time together, getting drunk in the bath----he'd thought about
the firm, hard muscles he'd seen on Chon's body.
The man was a powerhouse. Lifelong training had created a smooth, silky skin
that covered hard-won muscles that were nearly as dangerous as any weapon
Roy'd ever seen.
He couldn't recall ever seeing a body like Chon's before; he really was
worried about how he was starting to feel about the man he'd taken on as his
partner.
Off by himself, on the other side of the hill they'd camped on, there were
some trees. Blasted by the fierce winds, they leaned precariously sideways,
their limbs like broken bird wings or hands that pleaded for mercy.
Out of sight of their camp, Roy leaned on the farthest of the firs and stared
out at the sun that was starting to go down. It was going to be a hell of a
sunset. A good time and place as any to take care of the raging hard on he'd
been trying to wish away.
Had Chon noticed how stiff he'd moved? Had the perceptive Chinaman guessed
at what was causing his partner's silence yet? Roy had fought the tightness
of his denims and prayed that the erection would go away on it's own.
It hadn't. Now, he had to do something; his pants didn't fit right and it
was starting to seriously chafe. Until he got rid of the problem, he wasn't
going to be able to rest.
Unbuckling his belt, he slid his gun hand down into the front of his jeans
and straightened himself out alittle. There. It wasn't throbbing so bad.
But, it didn't feel like it was going to be enough.
Looking back over his shoulder to make sure that the quiet Chon hadn't
slipped along behind him, Roy unsnapped the front of his pants and a sigh of
relief escaped his parted lips. God, but that was good. It felt better
already.
He was as hard as a stallion going to the mare's pen. How did it always seem
to happen to him when he was out here, in the saddle? Was it just the
swaying motion of the horse under him that caused the problem? The rubbing
of the saddle on his denims? Or was it the company he'd been keeping lately?
Trying to not think about that possibility, he stared at the fleecy clouds
that raked the red and pinkish skyline as he began to stroke himself slowly.
Roy licked his hand, spitting into it, and began to let his palm slide up and
down the length of his erection.
It wasn't long before he guessed that there would be no relief to be had
here.
Unbidden, Chon's wet and half-drunk image came to mind and he shoved at it,
laying his head back against the tree trunk. No. He didn't want to see his
partner's face while he worked his mule.
Instead, he pictured Chon's wife---her dark eyes and reddish brown skin
slipped into place, forcing the image of the smiling man he'd been thinking
about to flee for a while. She was a beautiful woman who had some amazing
ways to take care of a man. Her people believed in training women right.
As he got into the work, he pushed back against the tree and his hat fell
over his eyes. Roy took it off and flung it to the ground. His blonde,
sweat-mussed hair replaced the distraction, falling forward, and he closed
his eyes to concentrate on the woman's sweet, strong face.
Again, the picture of a wet and naked Chon came, making the young Indian
girl's features fade from his mind.
"Dammit," he cursed under his breath and looked up at the sun again, to burn
the image from his sight. "Come on!"
He dug his heels in hard at the roots of the tree and quickened his fingers'
squeezing.
The haunting vision of Chon's eyes, smiling at him, crept back into place,
making his heart skip a beat in surprise. He saw the sleek, shiny body as it
had looked that night. Oh, it was gonna happen again---he was falling for
his partner.
It didn't look like he'd be able to stick around as long as he'd thought he
might. When it got to a time when he was avoiding the man because of his own
unusual thoughts and desires, he'd leave and not come back.
Men didn't think like that about each other---his momma had raised him to
know the love of women and that was it.
At this moment, though, he became aware that if he didn't get rid of this
erection soon, Chon was going to come looking for him. He had to do
something, so Roy let the face and long, loose hair of the Chinaman, his
partner, stay.
He studied, in his mind, each feature. Roy catalogued the distinct beauty
that the man possessed. Chon was not only noble, but he was probably the
prettiest cowboy that he'd ever seen. He went clean, he took care of his
nails----unheard of!----and he had even oiled his skin not too long ago.
Roy had wondered about that. The sheen had made his skin seem even more like
gold. It had a fragrance to it that suggested fresh-cut wood. How had the
oil gleamed on the rest of him---?
When he'd ribbed Chon about it, the man hadn't gotten offended. He'd been,
instead, curious as to why American men didn't care for themselves the same
way. The ex-Imperial guard had told him what oiling his skin could do. He
wouldn't be affected by the weather so much. The oil protected, like
putting rendered fat on leather did.
He was getting closer now, since he'd decided that just this once, he'd let
himself think those strange, forbidden thoughts. In no time, he'd have
pulled it off and he could get back to camp, have some supper, and finally be
at ease enough to talk to his partner.
Comparing the two, Roy knew that Chon was beautiful and he'd take the
Chinaman over new boots anyday. There was something precious, like silk or
even gold itself, about the smaller man who admired him so much.
In his mind, he saw himself stroking that soft, oil-slicked skin. He saw
steam rising from the hard muscles of that tight, tapered back, his own hands
brushing that thick mass of hair away from the Oriental's shoulders and
neck---
"Stop that." He chided himself out loud again, in a murmer. "T'ain't
proper!"
Stroking faster, he nearly jumped out of his skin when the soft voice behind
him broke his concentration.
"All men must do these things."
His erection still hard in his hand, Roy whipped around and nearly lost his
footing.
Chon stood there, in his dusty clothing. His hat was gone, his hair had been
let down from it's restrictive queue, and he wore a solemn look on his face.
If the man found it funny at all, it didn't show.
"Dammit---you scared the hell outta me!" Roy started shoving his tender,
still protesting erection back into his pants. Somehow, it didn't want to go
this time. He forced it to fit and stood facing Chon, trying to calm his
ragged breathing.
His skin was hot; he could feel it. It was like standing too close to a
blazing bonfire.
"I'm sorry, Roy. I came here to the trees to tell you that we have not
enough water left with which to cook food to eat." A very curious look
flashed through the almond-shaped eyes before he spoke again. "We have only
enough to drink tomorrow and then we must find more."
The way the words rolled off the man's tongue made Roy's skin tingle. His
mastery of the language wasn't perfect, but it was surely sensual.
"Uh, yeh, okay. I'll be right there and we'll---" He searched in his
embarrassment-blurred mind for a word. "Decide about grub."
Chon stood still, his hands folded before him in a quiet, unassuming posture.
Even in western clothing, he still had an exotic air that couldn't be
removed even with dirt, sweat, and bad days in the saddle.
"Roy, is there assistance you would accept for your need?"
It took a moment for his brain to translate. He stared blankly at the
smaller, more muscular man whose dark hair gleamed reddish in the failing
light. What was he suggesting? He couldn't be serious---not about that.
"Huh? What're you talkin' about, partner?" Roy tried to sound calm as he
leaned on the tree, pretending that his still-engorged member wasn't
screaming at him silently.
"In the Imperial Guards, we went without the pleasures that a woman's
bedchamber can delight a man with." Chon's voice didn't get any louder and
the words came, haltingly, as if he weren't sure of the way to put the matter
at hand. "There are many who make use of what is available to a man alone
with men."
Roy choked on his tongue and coughed, feeling his face go hot again quickly.
"Turn and I will show you."
The Chinaman's hands touched his shoulders and gently turned him to face
away. Relieved to not see the look on his partner's face, Roy closed his
eyes and prayed that a freak bolt of lightening would find him at this
moment.
The strong, sure hands of Chon grasped at his hips and slowly unbuttoned him
from behind.
Roy's breath caught. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be real. He'd
fallen asleep in the saddle, that was all. He'd wake up and Chon would laugh
quietly at him for nearly pitching himself from the horse in his drowsy state.
Warm fingers wrapped around his length, drew him free of the constraints of
his jeans, and tightened. Forming an encircling nest with his well-kept
hands, Chon began to milk him.
His mind went crazy with the sensation. It was the most outrageous thing to
ever happen to him. He'd never even heard of things like this happening
between real men. They were real men; so why was the Chinaman firmly working
on him?
And it felt so good...to let his partner help him---wasn't it what he'd been
really thinking about anyway?
Something Chon did with his smaller fingers then, a twist of some sort, made
him moan against his will and he bit down on his lip hard to stifle the
sound. For that moment, his eyes fluttered and he felt the urge to turn and
wrap his arms around the body of the Chinaman.
No---he'd been dreaming of much more where his partner was concerned, but he
didn't dare say anything like that.
He nearly fell backwards; he leaned into the shoulder that was offered as
support, and let himself go. He'd never tell a soul. He didn't dare let
anyone know his partner had done this for him.
It wasn't as if it were really all that shameful...and it felt so damned good.
Roy moaned again, letting his breath hiss out between his teeth. He was so
close again and he let the picture come back. His partner, smiling in that
soft way, while taking a bath stole back into his memory and he was unable,
unwilling, to let it go now. He needed it.
Before they'd gotten drunk, they'd been tipsy. During that time, the sloe
eyes of Chon had magnetized him; he'd stared without meaning to. The steam
that had risen off the golden, god-like skin had begged to be touched.
He'd not dared then. He didn't dare now.
Roy felt the edge coming fast and then, once more, Chon's hands did something
strange to his erection.
Before he could stop himself or warn his partner, he'd lost his load.
Keeping his eyes closed for a moment, Roy wondered why he felt no shame. Was
it the story Chon had told him about the guardsmen of Imperial China?
Before he realized it was completely over, he'd been cleaned with a rubbing
by a handkerchief and his partner now faced him, his smile friendly and still
humble.
"See, it is very easy. I think nothing of this helping of you. You'd do the
same if I needed it, yes?"
He wasn't so sure, but after the relief he'd just gotten, under the watchful
gaze of the image in his head, he'd be willing to give it a try sometime,
when there was definitely no one around but the two of them.
Roy couldn't believe what had happened. His partner hadn't been disgusted by
his release. But, then, the man didn't know about the thoughts he'd been
harboring, did he?
What would Chon think if he knew that somewhere inside, the round-eyed cowboy
had been thinking lustful thoughts about the way his partner's golden skin
glowed in the sun and how the dark hair swirled in midnight-colored clouds
that made the rougher man want to bury his face in it and just breathe in a
scent of wood-scented oil and musk?
And if Chon even guessed at how much he wanted to drown in his slanted, sloe
eyes, he hadn't said a thing yet.
Roy was glad for that. He was starting to really like the guy. He might be
able to stay longer than usual this time. For a partner, the guy really had
gone above the call of lending a hand in a time of need.
The End
(okay, so it's not much, but it is there---someday, soon, I'll write more and
give us a better look into the budding relationship.)
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