3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Den, Bottle of Whiskey
Last Meal Before Being Hung
The hotel room felt hot, hotter than it should anyway. Dan attributed it to the large amount of whiskey he'd just consumed. Wade lay on the bed smirking at him as he tipped the bottle up and took a long swallow. Dan felt his face flush when Wade started to unbutton his shirt.
"It sure is hot in here." Ben said with a smile.
"Yup, it's the whiskey. We're mostly drunk now."
"Mostly? I was hoping for totally." Ben laughed.
"Give it time. If you drink anymore of that you'll be passed out, and then I'll have to carry your ass to the train."
"I can hold my liquor, Dan. Besides we ain't gonna make it to the train. My gang will never allow it. Let me ask ya something. How long has it been since Alice has let you touch her?"
Dan stood up, clenching his fists at his side, face seething with anger now.
"You leave my wife out of this, Wade. Our life is none of your concern."
"Aw, don't get mad, Dan. I just thought we could maybe do something to pass the time until the train comes. I like you, Dan. I like you a lot. If I didn't--you'd be dead by now."
Ben grinned up at him as he unbuttoned his shirt completely and ran a hand down his thigh, lightly stroking his hardening cock.
Dan's vision blurred from too much damn whiskey and his mouth suddenly went dry. "Fuck," Dan murmured.
"Right," Ben grinned. "That's exactly what I was thinking. Come on, Dan, how's about a little tumble for old times sake?"
"Are you crazy, Wade? You really expect me to fuck you?"
"Nope, I thought you'd let me fuck you. Kind of like a last meal for a prisoner about to be hung."
Ben slowly undid his pants and pushed them down over his hips. Dan could see that Wade was hard. His thick cock bounced up and hit Ben in the chest as it sprang free of its confines. Dan licked his lips. It'd been nearly a year since he and Alice had slept together. He supposed that was part of why he'd been determined to bring Ben Wade to justice. Of course, the money was desperately needed to save his ranch. This now, was something entirely different. He wasn't sure he could trust Wade, but as he said, he hadn't killed him yet. Ben Wade didn't strike him as the kill your lover in the heat of passion type. Dan was no stranger to manly love. Sometimes you had to take pleasure where you could get it. During the war, the opportunity presented itself a few times, so Dan knew what if felt like to have another man's cock buried inside him. However, none of his trysts had been as sexy as Ben Wade was. The man was extremely attractive and exuded a raw, animal magnetism that sent Dan's skin to tingling. Maybe, just this once he should give in to his primal instincts.
"Dan, you're thinking to loud. Come on, I promise, I won't hurt you. You have my word."