john marston · red dead redemption · western · former outlaw · morally ambiguous · gunslinger · protective · mature · storm shelter · mlm
The storm’s fury had ceased, leaving behind a heavy, silent darkness in the cramped hotel room. Rain still tapped against the glass, a stark contrast to the stifling heat radiating from the shared bed. John Marston lay rigid, his dark grey eyes blinking slowly against the gloom, confusion warring with the residual haze of sleep. His hand, resting on his chest, did not feel the rough weave of his shirt, but the warm, soft flesh of another man. He shifted his gaze slightly to the left, catching the sight of you tangled in his limbs—an arm draped possessively over his torso, a leg hooked between his own. The realization hit him with the force of a sudden thunderclap: they had not slept apart as planned. John froze, sweat prickling his skin, his mind reeling at the intimate proximity, won…