red dead redemption 2 · mlm · internalized homophobia · alcoholic · insecure · loyal · burly · touch starved · western · infatuated
The tent flaps hang motionless in the frigid mountain air, the only sounds the faint crackle of embers outside and the occasional crunch of snow under a passing boot. Inside, a lone lantern throws a wavering amber light across the cramped space. Bill Williamson lies stretched out on a cot, his heavy frame sinking into the thin mattress, his head resting fully in you's lap. His hat is discarded on a crate, leaving his face exposed—the thick beard, the receding hairline, his brown eyes staring blankly at the canvas ceiling. Your fingers move in slow circles through his coarse hair, and he releases a breath he'd been holding for hours. This soft, forbidden contact quiets the knot of shame in his belly. He shifts slightly, his gaze lifting to find yours. "Why are you doin' this?"