After sniffing at pwp's in my LJ yesterday, gentle readers I bring you the pwp that so amused me at the bus stop this morning. Might make this the start of yet another longer fic. Might not.

The wind was blowing hot, straight in off the desert and hot enough to take a man's breath away. It rolled dust down the streets and rattled at windows and snaked through nooks and crannies. It stole hats and blew up skirts and had everyone behaving a little strangely, like all sense and natural law was suspended.

The inside wall of the little gaol rattled as Buck slammed back up against it, his gun belt thumping to the floor, Ezra's hands tearing up his shirt front anxiously, Ezra's lips and fingers scrabbling over his chest in a flurry of sensation. Buck closed his eyes, tilted his head back and let out a short breath, waiting for Ezra to finish kissing around the largest scar that slashed down across him and had nearly taken his damn fool life. He hissed a little and hitched up his hips as he felt Ezra squeeze the tight little buds of his nipples. He let out another short breath of impatience, more than ready for Ezra to drop to his knees and swallow him whole and suck him until he was rendered senseless and incoherent.

People might call Ezra a cocksucker and mean it as an insult but as far as Buck was concerned Ezra was the best damn cocksucker he'd ever met in his life, and he longed for Ezra to take him over the edge, to watch Ezra light his fuse and make him shiver and shake with a thousand little explosions like a string of firecrackers.

Ezra was damn good when he wanted to make Buck happy, but when Ezra was as horny as all hell he was on fire and it was all Buck could do to hang onto the wall and ride it out, not caring if Chris or Vin walked in on them right now, not caring about anything at all.

With a groan of hard won satisfaction Buck sank down into Ezra's arms, as shaky as a newborn calf, and he was happy to just let Ezra yank his trousers down to his knees, turn him around, hold him tight and have his wicked way with him. Ezra was hot, hard and quick and he shuddered inside Buck and then drew away, rebuttoning himself fastidiously before Buck really had a chance to paw at him or mumble his name.

Slowly as their pulses climbed back down some sense returned and they eyed each other with bright eyes, having only taken the edge off their hunger, yet still hungry, still thirsty, still needing, still feeling the hot, unnatural wind crawling up their skin and burning in their veins.

"We can't," Buck managed with a short shake of his head, not willing to be caught out giving Ezra the good, long, bed shaking fucking he wanted to give him, nor willing to use the fetid bunk in the nearest cell. Nor was he entirely sure he was up to walking, standing or anything else until he got his breath back. Just a few minutes more, he reasoned to himself, though the way Ezra was just staring at him hotly was hardly easing the burning desire that had him so obviously and painfully standing to attention, ready to salute Ezra at a moment's notice.

Damn but if Ezra didn't just burn him through and through. Buck loved him as a friend and he loved him as a sweetheart, but on days like these, with the hot dusty wind howling about in the empty gaol like a trapped animal, with every hair raised, skin tingling and blood thrumming, with Ezra looking at him like that, damn if Buck just didn't want to spend a week fucking him. Maybe two. Probably two.

Buck hauled himself up, rebuckling his gun belt and making the barest of efforts to dust off his clothes. To hell with it. If he was going to have to stride up the street to his room at the hotel with the world's biggest hard on and Ezra following quickly on his heels, well, it wouldn't be the first time he'd caused gossip and it wouldn't be the last. Hell, let 'em look. at least they'd know why Ezra was so damn keen to be friends with ol' Buck.

Ezra was still giving him the look, hot enough to boil Buck and make him pop right there if he weren't careful. Swallowing tightly, Buck pulled his hat down low and stepped out, racing up to his hotel in record time, Ezra still by his side, breathing out only when he'd slammed the door behind them, Ezra instantly in his arms and all over him and the strange buffeting, hot and twisting desert wind rolling around the room and making them sweat.