Title: The Morning of the Bow
Fandom: Wild Wild West
Pairing: Jim/Artie
Feedback: justblackchaps at yahoo dot com
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's Jim's birthday.
Disclaimer: All this belongs to CBS.


Jim was asleep when the door opened. He rolled to his back and stretched every muscle with a groan. When he finished, Artemus was standing by the bed. Jim grinned. "Breakfast in bed? What did I do to deserve this?"

"It's your birthday, Jim."

"Again?" Jim took the tray, and his grin got a little bigger. "My present has a bow on it. Nice touch, Artie."

"Thank you. I thought you'd like it." Artemus sat down on the bed and leaned against the headboard. "Enjoy your breakfast. You're gonna need the energy."

Jim halted the bacon before it reached his mouth. "I don't need to ask why."

"Nope. It's your special day, and I intend to make it very special."

Jim went ahead and ate the bacon. A big swallow and a drink of coffee before he asked, "Do I want to know how?"

"You know."

"We've had this discussion before." Jim frowned and started on the eggs. "You know how I feel about this."

"Yes, but those arguments are old and tired."

"Your cock is old and tired? I have nothing to worry about then." Jim avoided looking at his present. He suspected it was pointing north, as usual.

"Funny, Jim. I am not hung like the pony you learned to ride on!"

"Have you looked south lately?" Jim scooped up the last of his eggs and drank some more coffee. "Did you eat?"

"Yes," Artemus said. "More?"

"No, I'm full."

"Not yet."

"Not today."

Jim drained his cup and placed it on the tray. Artemus removed it to the galley, before returning with the bow still in place. Green eyes met brown, and Jim sighed. He was going to give in; it was just a matter of time.

"I have an idea. Stay there. I'll be right back," Artemus said.

Jim considered bolting for the stable car. Nothing scared him, but those ideas. Artemus returned quickly with an ink pot and a pen. Now Jim was really worried. Did Artemus want to draw a map on Jim's ass? Fuck here?

Artemus handed him the pen. "Draw a line. I promise not to go any deeper than that."

Jim laughed. "But you lie with the best of them."

"Now that hurt." Artemus sighed very dramatically. "It's your birthday and I won't lie today. Maybe."

Jim took the pen and considered the present in front of his face. He dipped into the ink and drew a line, before he changed his mind about the whole thing.

"You're sure?" Artemus stared downward.

"Yes, no farther." Jim was very sure. It would be more than enough, even plenty.

Artemus put the ink and pen away, and when he returned, he had a pot of salve with him. "You're going to regret that decision."

"I don't think so," Jim said. "You'll keep your promise?"

"Not even this much more?" Artemus spread his fingers.

"No." Jim glared to emphasize.

"Okay, but if you ask nicely and call me your big stallion, I'll reconsider." Artemus sat on the bed, and Jim pulled him down for a kiss.

"That will never happen." Jim touched the bow. "Can I unwrap my present?"

"Yes." Artemus said. The bow came off, and he retied it on Jim's wrist. "You like it?"

"I always have," Jim said, "but I'm not sure about this."

"Relax. You'll beg for more." Artemus seemed confident.

Jim didn't think so. It was going to hurt, and that was all. Artemus dipped a hand into the pot, and Jim flinched a bit. He'd do this for Artemus, but he wasn't going to like it.

"I won't hurt you. I promise." Artemus' slick hands ran down Jim's body and wrapped around his cock. "Don't worry."

"Oh, I'm worried." Jim wasn't completely hard, but Artemus didn't seem to notice. The slickness felt good, and he began to relax. Artemus massaged all over him, and he began to tingle. He protested when his hair was slicked back.

Artemus laughed. "Roll over, Jim."

Should he? Jim waited a split second too long, and Artemus slid a slick finger up Jim's ass. It was a shock, and Jim gasped before blushing.

"We can do this face to face if you want."

Artemus' voice was husky, and Jim could feel his present prodding him. "No, I'll roll over."

"It'll be easier the first time." Artemus removed his finger gently.

Jim rolled over and pushed up to his hands and knees. Slick hands went back to rubbing and stroking him. Groans betrayed him. This felt good. Artemus would make it good. He'd better. The slick finger teased its way inside again. This time Jim was ready. It didn't hurt or feel bad, but it wasn't all that great. Beg for it? Not today. When the storm struck, he was completely unprepared. It rattled his brain and shook his body. His breath stopped and when it started again it came out in a rush.

"Oh my god, Artie. What the hell are you doing to me?"

Artemus laughed and stroked a little deeper and faster. "I told you, Jim."

Jim's toes curled and his eyes shut. Artemus kissed him on the neck and didn't stop touching him. Jim's universe narrowed to the hands caressing him. They stopped, and he wasn't happy, not at all.

"Artie, I'm almost there. Don't stop!"

"Wait a minute." Artemus spread Jim's knees a little wider and rubbed his shoulders. "There's no rush."

"Come on. Stop horsing around." Jim wanted it now.

"It's always horses with you. Are you ready to call me a big stallion?" Artemus chuckled softly.

"Well, you are as big as a pony I knew, but that's as far as I'm willing to go." Jim's last word turned into a drawn out gasp. That had to be his birthday present. Artemus stopped almost immediately and Jim wiggled his hips a little. It didn't hurt, not yet, but it didn't feel like before and that was what he wanted. Artemus pressed deeper, and Jim wanted more, not a lot but a little. Just that much more.

"Don't stop, Artie," Jim said. "You're almost there."

"I'm at the line." Artemus leaned forward and bit Jim on the shoulder. "Sorry." Artemus worked his hips back and forth, never crossing the line. The heat built up between them, and Jim wanted more, a lot more. He reached back, grabbed Artemus by the forearm, and pulled him. Artemus slowed down, but didn't ease out. "What is it, Jim?"

"You know." Jim put his head down and groaned. "Don't make me beg."

"You said you wouldn't." Artemus stroked his hands all over Jim, pinching and rubbing. "So I can't do a thing for you."

Jim sighed and cursed. "Alright. Damn it. Please, you big stallion, give me what I want, now, before I beat you."

Artemus laughed and began pushing again with his hips. Jim quivered and waited with anticipation. The tempest broke over him again, stronger and harder, and this time it poured over his body, soaking him to the bones. Goose bumps spread over him, and he shivered. Artemus pulled out and went in again.

"Doing okay?"

"Yes, Artie, yes," Jim thought he said, or he might have yelled it, he wasn't sure.

Jim's arms shook and Artemus went faster. The storm became gale force, and Jim tried to stand against it. It wasn't going to work. He was being swept away by Artemus and the power flowing into him. Jim held on one more second and then surrendered everything. Artemus rolled them to the side, and Jim was nothing but a limp fish.

"Happy Birthday, James."


The End

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