Given the opportunity to scoot a little closer, Tim took it. There was nothing sexually suggestive in the action, though maybe it would have been better all around if they'd just been about sex. But no. This was about craving and finding comfort in his partner's arms and in having his arms around the older man in return. Life just felt a more manageable like this.

"I'll leave a trail of 'shine bottles," he responded, voice muffled from where he had his face pressed into Raylan's shirt. His tone was soft, in a way Tim didn't allow outside the bedroom. "Even leave the door unlocked. You resemble a newborn colt, with his legs in a knot, trying to stand when you go through windows. Don't need you falling on your head without your hat to cushion the blow."