The Best Cure for Insomnia

Corinna J



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McCreedy Bust Challenge




"Heyes, you were about as graceful as a drunken donkey when we were sneakin' out with the bust. Knocking over a planter and tripping over your own damn feet? I haven't seen you that clumsy since you came down with that fever in Dun Springs."


Curry slid the hotel key out of Heyes' fumbling fingers and unlocked the door to their room. "Don't try tellin' me you ain't tired." He pushed his partner into the room ahead of him.


"I'm not saying I'm not tired, Kid." Heyes turned to face Curry, annoyed. "I'm saying I'll sleep better after a drink or two."


"Forget it, Heyes." Tired himself, the Kid leaned back against the door after closing it. He looked at his partner and sighed. "You say just a drink or two, but I know you, you'll get to talking and find some excuse or other to avoid sleepin' and then it'll be time for that poker game at McCreedy's and that'll be another night with no sleep. I happen to want you at your best for that game."


Curry took off his hat and sent it sailing over to the desktop. He shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it over a chair and removed his gun belt, hanging it over the bedpost by his pillow. Shirt half-unbuttoned, he paused to stared pointedly at his partner.


Heyes rolled his eyes and started to undress. "You're gonna make someone a good mother, Kid."



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Curry couldn't ignore the tense silence any longer. He tilted his head on his pillow and pried one eye open.


Across the pale, moonlit room he could clearly see Heyes' profile. His partner lay quietly in the other bed, staring, unblinking, up at the ceiling.


Curry shut his eye again. With a deep, heartfelt groan, he threw back his covers and sat up on the side of the bed. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sighed again.


'Will you be quiet," Heyes snapped. "I'm trying to get some sleep."


"You're sure not doin' a good job of it."


"What do you expect me to do about it, Kid," Heyes said, peevish. "I'm trying." He was tired and sore and couldn't stop thinking long enough to fall asleep. He knew he should have ignored the Kid and gone for that whiskey.


Heyes hated his occasional bouts of insomnia. Sooner or later he'd be so exhausted he'd eventually sleep, but in the meanwhile, it was hell.


Stiffening warily as the Kid got out of bed and stumbled towards him, Heyes eyed Curry suspiciously. He remembered the last time the Kid had helped him get to sleep. After putting up with Heyes' rotten temper during four days and nights of sleeplessness, the Kid had knocked him cold. Heyes had slept 22 hours straight, but with the sore jaw and headache he'd woke with, Heyes wasn't sure it was worth it.


Heyes sat up as Curry lifted the covers and slid into bed with him. "What do you think you're doin'?"


"Will you relax?" Curry pushed Heyes back onto the pillows and leaned over him. "I'm not gonna flatten you." He gazed down at his partner with exasperated affection. "Got a better idea. It'll help us both get some sleep."


Heyes' unspoken question was answered when a warm, calloused palm cradled his cheek, thumb tracing along his bottom lip.


Heyes stared up, wide-eyed and incredulous. "You gotta be kiddin' me." He tossed his head back and away. "I'm not in the mood, Kid."


Curry let his hand drop to rest on Heyes' shoulder. He gently massaged the tense muscles. Heyes grabbed his hand and held it still.


Curry sighed and rested his forehead against his cranky partners'. "Trust me, Heyes. It'll work." He waited patiently until his hand was released. He felt his partner relax beneath him and took it as all the assent he was gonna get from Heyes.


"Believe me, partner. By the time I'm through with you, you'll sleep like a baby." He pulled Heyes into a comforting hug and dropped a kiss onto his shoulder.


Heyes lay unresisting in the embrace of the one man he trusted most in the world.


Feeling his partner relax and settle into his arms, Kid sighed and let go with a fond pat on Heyes' back.


"Think this will go better if we get undressed." Kid fumbled around under the covers pulling off his long johns. He looked at Heyes, who hadn't moved. "You plannin' on just laying there?"


"Yep." Folding both arms behind his head and stretching, Heyes watched his partner undress with growing interest. "This is your idea, Kid. You can do all the work."


Curry paused, staring at Heyes. A grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. "All right, Heyes. If that's the way you want it."


Heyes swallowed hard. Kid never could resist a challenge. He eyed his partner warily as Curry leaned over him to slowly unbutton his undershirt.


Curry gently nuzzled the bare skin gradually revealed beneath Heyes' undergarments. He enjoyed the quivering of Heyes' sleek muscles beneath his lips. He nipped at the flesh above Heyes' belly button and was rewarded with a growl and a squirm. Kid chuckled softly to himself.


Curry sobered rapidly as he slid the long johns off Heyes' hips and down his partner's long slim legs. Heyes was only partially erect. Long and slim everywhere, in Kid's eyes, he was a fine sight to behold. Curry sat back and stared his fill.


Heyes squirmed, reddening, uncomfortable as always at being stared at in the altogether. "That all you're gonna do is stare?"


Kid grinned. "Nope." Sliding down between Heyes' spread thighs, Curry made himself comfortable. He blew gently on Heyes' erection, before using his mouth and tongue to encourage its growth.


Heyes sighed deeply, arching his back, his eyes closing. "Oh, Kid. That feels so good."


Curry let go long enough to reply. "It's gonna feel even better."


He took his time, building Heyes up to the threshold of fulfillment and keeping him there, before easing off and soothing him down, then starting all over again. Heyes' twisting, arching body and low growls were making Curry crazy with the desire to just take him, but he had another plan in mind. He felt Heyes' trembling shudder beneath him and eased off again, laughing half under his breath as Heyes cursed softly.


"Kid, if you don't finish what you started I’m gonna—" Heyes didn't finish his threat. A pair of sparkling blue eyes gazed up at him mischievously.


Sucking strongly Curry pulled his head back letting Heyes slip leisurely from his mouth. Ignoring the muttered curse and the hands tugging on his hair, he rested his chin on Heyes' thigh.


"Now, Heyes, is that any way to talk to a man who's trying to do you a favor? Ain't I being nice and thoughtful trying to help you get some sleep?"


Heyes stared at him in disbelief. "You know what you are, Kid? You're vindictive. You're trying to get back at me for all the times I—"


"You know, Heyes, you are plum ungrateful." Kid slid teasingly up Heyes' body and dropped a quick kiss on his mouth. "Aren't you the one who's always telling me that patience is a virtue?"


Heyes scowled.


Curry couldn't resist that angry pout. Kid's lips brushed softly against Heyes'. He gently pressed a kiss onto each side of Heyes' mouth. Each soft kiss a promise of more that was tantalizingly withheld whenever Heyes tried to respond.


Curry kept teasing his partner until strong hands gripped his head and pulled him down. Heyes' kiss was possessive and deep, his tongue laying siege and taking command. Curry had no objections to the abrupt end to his teasing.


He let his solid warmth sink down onto the body beneath his. Heyes arched up to meet him, wrapping his arms around Curry's back. Heyes thrust, hard and wanting, up against his partner.


Curry groaned. His hands ran rampant over his partner's skin. He loved the feel of Heyes' sleek muscular form. Loved how responsive Heyes was to touch. He paused to toy with Heyes' nipples, not quite smothering his amused snicker as Heyes squirmed.


"That's it!" Heyes heaved Curry over onto his back and pinned him, panting. His dark eyes gleamed dangerously as he growled. "You've been getting mighty uppity, Kid. I think it's time you remembered who the leader in this partnership is."


Kid didn't bother mentioning that leader and partnership didn't exactly fit well together. He was right where he wanted to be and feeling smug about it.


"You're right. I have been awful uppity, lately." He grinned. "You should do something about that."


"Oh, I plan too."


Curry swallowed hard as a devilish glint lit up Heyes' brown eyes. He shifted restlessly beneath Heyes', breathless.


Heyes reached over to the bed stand and grabbed the balm he used to keep his hands from getting rough and calloused.


This time it was Curry's turn to arch and curse as Heyes' probing fingers eased him open. He was panting and impatient for Heyes to get on with it long before Heyes felt comfortable with his readiness.


"Heyes, I swear, I’m ready!" On the verge of exploding, Curry was rethinking his plans for the evening. If Heyes didn't get on with it, he was going to find their positions reversed.


"God!" Curry bucked helplessly as Heyes' fingers rubbed over his prostate again.


"I don't want to hurt you."


Kid glared ferociously; sweat beading his upper lip and forehead. His blue eyes gleamed as he gripped Heyes' arms firmly. "If you don't quit pussy footin' around and get inside me, I guarantee you someone is gonna be hurtin' and it ain't gonna be me."


Heyes grinned boyishly, dimples flashing. "What was that you were saying about patience?"


Curry's glare was hot enough to spark off spontaneous combustion in Heyes.


Not prepared to push his partner too far, Heyes decided he'd made his point.


"All right, all right." Humor faded into passion as he slid slowly and deeply into his partner, Heyes groaned. "Oh, Kid."


Curry's head fell back on the pillow, his mouth open as he gasped for air. He savored the ache and fullness as his partner sank into him. He squeezed tightly, gripping Heyes and pulling him deeper.


Heyes choked, thrusting hard. His intentions of taking Kid slow and gentle, weakening.


"C'mon, partner. Show me what you got." Curry urged Heyes on with words and touch, inciting the wildness lurking under Heyes skin to take control.


"Kid, I don't want to—"


Curry squeezed again, moving demandingly. "Damn it, move."


Head dropping to rest in the crook of Curry's shoulder, Heyes moved.


Curry dug his fingers into Heyes' hair, muttering a wild mixture of curses and endearments into his partner's ear. Curry reveled in Heyes' passionate fervor as his partner's much vaunted control slipped completely away from him.


Heyes took Curry with a fevered intensity and roughness he rarely ever showed. Curry savored every second of it, until it built into a force neither man could withstand.


This time, when Heyes finally sprawled exhausted and satiated beside Curry's limp, replete body, he slept.




The End