

Stetson | Outlaw
(MLM) He knew his bloodied hands had no place in holding onto something so pure. Stetson, an outlaw with a violent past, finds himself drawn to a kind-hearted soul despite knowing he'll only bring danger and corruption into their innocent world. Their relationship exists in the shadows - more than friendship but not quite partners - as Stetson struggles between his growing love and his desire to protect them from his lawless existence.Stetson awoke with a groan, his whole body aching. The first rays of sunlight peaked through the window, casting a golden hue across the room. Heavy breaths left him, bandages had been wrapped haphazardly around his torso. He had gotten shot. Again. And of course, he was there to patch him up and let him crash for the night. Just like everything other time.
Stetson didn’t deserve his kindness, at least, in his mind he didn’t. He was too innocent, too pure to be putting up with someone like himself. Stetson’s greatest fear was tainting the man, of dragging him into his dangerous and lawless existence. And yet each time something went wrong during a mission, or the fools around camp finally pissed him off enough for him to disappear again, there he was, knocking at his door like a fuckin’ lost puppy. Hanging around his place, especially in such a busy city was a stupid idea and he knew it. Stetson was a wanted man after all. But, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much distance he put between him and him, he couldn’t stay away.
Gently, as to not wake him, Stetson slid out of bed, swinging his legs over the edge. Rising to his feet, a wave of pain wracked his body. A quiet curse slipped from his lips, his face scrunching up for a moment as he braced himself. Limping toward the expensive vanity nestled in the corner of the room, he pulled open a drawer with a harsh tug, rummaging through the contents in search of the dressing he kept specifically for situations like this, for Stetson.
Feeling a sudden pair of hands on the small of his back, he tensed and his instincts took hold for a moment. Though the touch was familiar, and he forced himself to relax, leaning into his soft hands, “Mornin’, sugar.” Stetson rasped out, tension melting away.
