ATF Alternate Universe
PART THREE
Exactly two hours later, he doctor came back, checked Vin out and said he could leave.Chris gathered up the paper work, the schedule for the rest of the shots, and asked the nurse to call their pharmacy with the prescription Vin needed. He went to pull the Ram up while another Nurse escorted Vin to the door.
"Let's get you home, Cowboy," Chris said as he pulled away from the hospital.
The ride was quiet. Chris could tell Vin was beat. Neither one had slept more than two hours all night. Between someone checking on Vin, the noise, and the concern they both had about the possibility of Vin's hand being permanently damaged.
"You hungry?" Chris asked as the near the pharmacy, "We could stop for something."
Vin turned to look at him and Chris knew the answer, just by his color, or rather his lack of color. "No, pard. Nothing for me. If you want...something, stop." Vin closed his eyes and willed his stomach to stop heaving.
"I'll just get the pills. Be back as fast I can," Chris finished as he jumped out of the truck.
Vin didn't move or say a word when Chris got back in the cab. Chris knew Vin was feeling pretty sick so he just hurried on home.
*******
As soon as they got home, Vin tossed his jacket on the couch as he made a beeline for the bathroom. Chris took off his jacket and followed fast on his heels. Vin barely made it before he was sick. Chris carefully gathered his hair, holding it out of the way.
"Just...leave...me..," Vin managed to get out.
Chris didn't respond, he just began rubbing his hand in circles on Vin's back, trying to ease the dry heaves. When it was evident he was through, Chris got a wash cloth and wet it with cool water. He returned to Vin and started to wipe his face.
Vin took the rag from him and shakily cleaned his face.
"Vin, let me help you up. Come on, get into bed." Chris stood and took Vin' s arm, helping him to his feet.
"I'm all right, Chris. Ya don't have to fuss," Vin argued as they headed into the bedroom.
Chris sat Vin on the edge of the bed and pulled clean sweats and t-shirt from the drawer. As he opened another looking for clean socks, he smiled at Vin. "I want to fuss. So deal. You're sick, you need to rest. Let me help you."
Vin was too tired and queasy to argue. So he let Chris help him change into clean clothes and get under the covers. He hated to admit it, but when Chris stretched out next to him and started to rub his back again, it was the best he'd felt since the cat bit him.
"Thanks, Cowboy. Feels good," Vin said just before he yawned.
Chris was relieved when he realized that Vin had fallen asleep. Shortly after, he dozed off too.
Chris was instantly alert, not sure what it was that had woken him up. Then he felt it, Vin was having chills, bad ones. "Vin, you awake?"
"Y...yeah," was all Vin got out as his body shivered.
Chris felt his forehead, "Damn, Vin, you're burning up." He got up and took another blanket out of the hall closet. Returning to Vin, he covered him up as best he could.
"Chris...I..think..."
There wasn't a doubt in his mind, Chris knew Vin was about to be sick again. So he grabbed the garbage can and placed it on the side of the bed. He helped Vin over to his side and held him as he vomited. "Take it easy, Pard. It's gonna be all right." Chris used his voice to try to soothe Vin.
When he felt the heaves stop, Chris situated Vin back on the bed. He stepped into the bathroom to grab another damp wash cloth and a cup of water. "Here, swish your mouth out," Chris said as he handed Vin the water.
"Thanks, Chris," Vin said accepting the water. He took a healthy swig then spit it out and tossed the cup into the garbage can. Chris handed Vin the wash cloth and he wiped his mouth and face.
Chris took the can to the kitchen and removed the plastic garbage bag. Replacing it with a fresh one, he made his way back to the bedroom. Vin was shivering, pale, and miserable.
"Wish I could do something to make you feel better, Vin," Chris said as he climbed onto the bed. He pulled Vin into an embrace and wrapped his arms around the slender body trying to warm him up.
Vin rested his head against Chris's chest, "You are, pard."
After a little bit of sleep, Vin woke up. "Chris... I'm gonna..."
Chris knew what was coming, he helped Vin turn so he could use the garbage can and held his hair back and stroked his back, doing what he could to alleviate his partner's suffering. "Hang in there cowboy."
"Aw, Chris. Just shoot me and end it."
"Can't do that pard. Too much paperwork. Feel any better?"
"Think so...still cold." Vin leaned back into Chris's hold. "You don't have... to stay. I'll be... all right."
Running his fingers through Vin's hair, "You trying to get rid of me? I'm where I want to be." He placed his hand on Vin's forehead, "Think you could hold down some water or ginger ale?"
Vin let his face stay in contact with Chris's cool hand. "Maybe. Give me a few more minutes. Stomach seems to be settling some."
Sensing that despite his protests, Vin was enjoying the contact, Chris smiled and started massaging the base of Vin's neck and shoulders.
"Hmmmm...." was all Vin said as Chris kneaded his body.
After a few minutes, Chris shifted and climbed out of the bed. "What do you want, water or ginger ale?"
Vin didn't care, "Whatever." And with that he curled up on his side, already missing the warm body that was walking out the door.
Chris returned with a glass of ginger ale. He had stuck a straw in it so Vin could sip even while laying down.
After a few sips, Vin fixed Chris with a serious expression on his face. "Chris...thanks. I never... never had no one hold my hair while I puked."
Chris climbed back on the bed and pulled Vin into his arms, "Shhhh... try to get some sleep." Trying to ease Vin's discomfort, Chris ran his fingers through Vin's' hair. "I called Nathan earlier and he'll be here soon. I phoned Buck, he and the others are bringing dinner."
Relishing the feel of Chris's hands in his hair, "Mmmmm....feels good. Hope no one's offended if I don't eat."
"Don't worry pard. You just rest now," Chris managed to get out before he yawned. Soon both men were asleep.
*******
The worst night was the first one. Vin was unable to eat, but managed to have some ginger ale and come out and sit with the team for a visit. He stayed long enough to thank JD, for taking such good care of him. After the guys had left, both Chris & Vin went to bed, exhausted. Chris fell asleep rubbing Vin's back.
Something woke him, he knew there was something wrong. The bed was empty. Chris glanced at the clock, it was two in the morning. He got up and went to the bathroom. Vin was huddled over the toilet, shaking. Chris was about to speak when Vin's body tensed up and he lapsed into a fit of dry heaves. Instantly, Chris wrapped an arm around him to help support his exhausted body while using his other to keep Vin's hair out of the way. "Easy pard," Chris murmured, not sure what else he could do. When he felt the heaves stop, Chris helped Vin to stand and brush his teeth. "Have you been in here long?" Chris asked while he felt Vin's forehead. Vin was burning up.
"Woke up a while ago. Felt sick, you were sleeping. Didn't want to wake you," Vin answered as he gripped the counter for support.
Chris embraced him, "Damn it, Vin. You should have woken me up. You're freezing out here." Guiding Vin to the bedroom, Chris continued, "It's ok. If you need me, feel sick, I'm here."
Vin nodded, he tried to smile but was too busy shivering to manage a decent one.
Chris climbed into his side of the bed and moved over close to Vin. "Vin, you're not alone any more. I'm here for you. Especially when you're sick. Got it?"
He felt Vin nod as his body was racked with another round of chills.
*******
It had been two days since the rabies shot. Vin struggled with fever, chills, vomiting, and keeping down the antibiotics. He was barely able to eat and was unable to sleep party due to his physical condition and his worry about the possible damage to his right hand.
Finally, about three in the morning, Vin fell into a restful sleep. The sound of the ringing phone woke both men. So Chris was not at all happy that someone called so damn early.
Mad as hell that someone had woken Vin, Chris barked into the phone, "Larabee." Glancing at the clock, Chris was shocked to see it was almost nine! Vin's doctor's appointment was at eleven.
"Chris, it's Buck. I was worried when you didn't call this morning. Today is Vin's appointment isn't it?
"Yeah, Buck. Glad you woke us. What? Yeah I'll call you as soon as we hear. Thanks, I'll tell him."
Chris looked over at Vin, who was still a little groggy from the first decent sleep he had since he was bitten by that damn cat. "Vin, gotta get up. Come on, we'll shower together to save time. We're running late." Chris stopped and watched Vin for a moment. "Buck said good luck and he wants us to call him as soon as we hear."
Blinking his eyes, trying to wake all the way up, Vin tried to get moving. "Aw hell, Chris. Please, can't we sleep a little bit longer?"
He was not doing a very good job at getting up, and Chris paused to watch him. Vin looked like a bear ending his hibernation. He sat on the edge of the bed, hair a mass of tangles, rubbing his eyes. Chris just wanted to pull him back into bed and have his way with him. The thought of sharing the shower had Chris a little aroused, but Vin wasn't up to more than a shower after the last three days. "Come on, Cowboy. You don't want to be late for your appointment." Chris pulled Vin off the bed and playfully slapped him on the ass.
"Don't start something we don't have time to finish," Vin said as his eyes raked Chris over. The sharpshooter paused in the doorway causing Chris to bump into him. "Sure we don't have time for..."
Chris grabbed him and turned him around, "I wish we did, pard. But we don't. So move it before we miss your appointment."
Taking advantage of their position, Vin reached up and grabbed Chris's head. He ran his tongue across the lush lips and pushed his way inside the inviting mouth. The kiss was deep and passionate as hands started to explore.
Breaking the kiss, Chris looked into Vin's blue eyes. He knew Vin was scared, more than he'd ever admit, about the possible damage to his hand. He also knew that Vin was almost overwhelmed by the gentle care that Chris had given him the last few days. "You have no idea how much I want to throw you on that bed....but we've got to get going." Chris prodded Vin into the bathroom. "We'll stop for coffee and Danish on the way. You better eat something, you might react to the shot again. "
Vin turned on the water then stripped off his sweats, "Don't remind me." Licking his lips as he watched Chris undress, "I am hungry, but I don't want no Danish."
Shaking his head, Chris couldn't help but smile at Vin. "Shower. Now!" Entering the shower, Chris let his eyes take in Vin's hard body. "Let's hope this shot is easier, I'm starving myself."
*******
The mood had changed dramatically by the time they got into the Ram. Vin had grown increasingly quiet. Chris knew Vin was scared, depending on the damage, even his job was on line. Vin didn't even want a pastry when they stopped.
Once the hospital came into view, Chris placed his hand on Vin's leg, "We're in this together. It'll be all right, somehow, we'll make it all right. No matter what."
"Thanks, Chris." Vin turned to look at his best friend, "I mean that."
Inside the hospital, a nurse escorted Vin for his shot while Chris went to wait in the lounge near Dr. Rowland's office. Chris's mind was ruining through all the possible scenarios. The worst case would be Vin would be permanently disabled. If he was allowed to stay in the ATF, but had to leave team seven, that would somehow be even worse. An idea came to Chris and he pulled out his cell phone.
"Yeah, Mike Winger," the voice answered.
"Mike, it's Chris. I need to ask you for a favor. And I need you to keep this confidential." Chris looked around while he talked, an almost guilty look on his face.
"Sure, Chris. What is it? Hey, how's Vin?" Mike asked, only concern in his voice.
"That's why I'm calling. Mike, if, and that's a big if, but if Vin can't qualify as our sharpshooter and if that means he has to leave the team..." Chris had a hard time even saying it. Even if Vin's hand was damaged, he'd fight to keep him on Team Seven. "Well, you already have a sharpshooter."
Vin walked out of the doctor's office and scanned the lounge for Chris. He spotted him way in the back, on the phone. Vin headed over, courious about who Chris was talking to.
Pulling himself from his thoughts, Chris continued, not knowing Vin was in ear-shot. "Do you....can you...make a spot for Vin with your team?"
"Hell yes, Chris. But let's hope it doesn't come to that."
"Thanks Mike. It's important Vin be transferred to a team he likes."
Vin stopped and turned back around. His heart was pounding, he wanted to scream, but he quietly crept back to the doctor's office.
"I better go, Vin will be out soon. I appreciate your keeping this quiet, Mike. Bye."
Chris hung up and moved to sit where he could see the door to the doctor's office. When he saw Vin come out, he knew immediately something was wrong. "Vin, how'd it go?" he asked walking towards Vin.
Vin just headed to the elevators and pushed the button. He couldn't even look at Chris.
Knowing Vin as well as he did, Chris knew Vin would only talk when he was ready. So they made their way back to the truck in silence.
Vin spent the entire ride just staring out the window. Not saying a word.
The silence was killing Chris, as the ranch came into view be broke down. "Vin, is it that bad?"
"My hand's fine," was all Vin said as he continued to stare out the window.
"What!" Chris almost drove off the road. "That's great! Hell Vin, what's wrong then?"
Vin turned to look at Chris, his color was fading, and a tiny bit of sweat could be seen on his face. The shot was starting to kick in. "After all the bullshit about how we'd deal with this together! Too bad you'll have to call Mike and tell him I'm okay. Hell, maybe you better transfer me anyhow!" With that Vin jumped out of the Ram just as Chris stopped it.
"Vin! Wait, it's not like that!" Chris shouted as he ran to catch up with Vin.
Vin had already opened the door and was walking in, he stopped and turned to look at Chris, anger blazing in his blue eyes. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't ask Mike Winger to take me on his team?" He threw his jacket on the couch.
"I did, Vin. But..." Chris tried to explain.
"But what? Shit, you didn't even wait to hear if my hand was okay. After all the crap you fed me on the way to the hospital. Hell, let the transfer stand, I don't want to work with you!" Vin was so mad the queasiness he felt in the Ram was forgotten.
"Is that what you want, Vin? You don't want to work with me! Then go..." Chris was distracted by the phone.
As he turned to the noise, Vin walked away down the hall to the bedroom.
"Shit," Chris muttered as he walked to the phone in the kitchen. "Larabee," he growled into the mouthpiece.
"Oh damn, Junior's not ok?" Buck's concerned voice filled Chris's ear.
"He's fine, Buck." The tone was still menacing.
Buck looked at the phone, "Then why do you sound so damn mad?"
"We just had a fight. Vin overheard me asking Mike Winger if Vin could transfer to his team..."
"You what!" Buck shouted into the phone.
"Damn it, not you too! Only as a last resort, God damn it!" Chris yelled back.
"Let me guess, Junior missed that part, right?"
"Yeah. He was so angry. I got mad that he'd think....started to yell at him..."
"You what!" Buck yelled again. "Damn it Chris, has he slept or eaten in the last four days? Is he puking yet from this shot?" Buck shook his head, "Chris, he's not thinking. He's been sick and scared....you're the only one he's wanted around. And he hears you plan his transfer...how'd you think that made him feel?"
"Aw shit. I blew it. I got angry he was mad at me. He should have known, I'd never... But you're right. He looks like hell already, I wasn't thinking..."
"Well, pard. You've been through the mill too. Vin'll forgive you. Just tell him, explain it. Without shouting. Okay?" Buck prodded.
"Yeah. I will. Let me go now." Chris walked to hang up the phone.
"Ok, see ya tomorrow. We're bringing dinner. Just call if it's all not back to normal. Bye." With that, Buck hung up.
Chris replaced the phone and walked to the bedroom. He didn't even notice the guest bathroom door was closed. He took a deep breath before entering the bedroom. But no Vin. He looked in the bathroom, nothing. He started back down the hall and noticed the closed door.
He softly knocked, "Vin. You in there?"
"Go away," Vin yelled back at him.
"Vin. I ...," Chris tried again.
"Leave ...me...alone..damn you!" Vin shouted trying to hold off the retching that was coming. Chris shook his head, he went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. He walked into the den and sat down taking a healthy swig. He'd give Vin a little time to cool down. Then he'd try again. He finished the beer and closed his eyes. He'd just sit for a few minutes...
When he woke up, he knew it was late by the light, or lack of light. He glanced at his watch. *Shit, it was almost eight o'clock. Vin! Damn it where was Vin?* He made his way to the hall and noticed the bathroom door was still closed. He couldn't be...it's been over six hours.
Gently Chris opened the door, "Vin!"
His best friend and lover was sitting with his head and arms on the toilet. The hand towel draped over his shoulders. His body was shivering and he didn't seem to notice Chris's entry. Chris was consumed with guilt. He knew that the rabies shot would make Vin sick and feverish. And he fell asleep...while Vin sat alone and miserable, puking his guts out.
"Vin, come on, let's you to bed," Chris said softly while he grabbed his arms to pull him up. Vin moved with him but stared to pull back as Chris tried to steer him out.
"Vin. Please. Come on. I'm sorry, but it wasn't like you think. I'll explain later." Chris tired to pull him out of the bathroom. "Let's just get you into bed," Chris said as he wrapped an arm around Vin's waist.
Vin pushed at him and Chris was about to lose his temper again when Vin grabbed the sink and started to get sick.
Chris understood immediately. He rubbed Vin's back in circles till the spasms stopped. He then grabbed a wash cloth, wet it and handed it to Vin. Vin wiped at his mouth and face. Chris ran the water and gave Vin a cup to rinse his mouth with.
Vin spit the water out and turned to Chris, "Thanks," he croaked out as the chills took control of his body.
Chris wasted no time, he led Vin into the bedroom and got him in the bed. He pulled the blankets up and positioned the garbage can within reach. He took the extra blanket from the closet and covered him with it. From the bathroom, he brought a towel and damp wash cloth and put it on the night table. Next, he went to the kitchen and came back with water and ginger ale, which he added to the cache on the night table.
Crawling into bed next to Vin, "I'm sorry Vin. I shouldn't have lost my temper. It wasn't how you think. Mike was a worst case scenario. I'd never let them take you off the team without a fight..."
"I'm sorry....Chris. I...know...you'd..." Vin's body shivered as he tried to speak.
"It's ok, Vin. I fucked up. Ya gotta know, I didn't mean to leave you alone in the bathroom. I feel asleep. "
Vin started to reply, "Chris..it's ok...".
"Shhh... try to sleep. Let's just worry about you now. Ok?" Chris ran his hand up and down Vin's back, trying to relieve his suffering. He was still silently berating himself for the hours Vin sat on the cold bathroom floor, wracked with chills.
Vin just nodded, but pushed his body back against Chris's.
Chris moved under the covers and pulled Vin close, sharing his body heat. He was relieved that Vin believed him about the transfer. And he knew by Vin's leaning into him for comfort, that Vin wasn't angry. Chris continued to rub his back, and he was relieved that Vin was asleep in minutes. Still feeling guilty about the arguement and Vin sitting alone and sick in the bathroom for hours, Chris had more trouble dozing off.
*******
Chris woke and knew it was early morning. He smiled as he realized that Vin was laying with his head on Chris's chest, sound asleep. He lay for a while, enjoying the quiet moment.
Vin stirred and rolled off. "Morning, pard," he drawled as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"How are you feeling?" Chris asked, hopeful the misunderstanding of yesterday was over.
Vin thought for a moment, "Better," he supplied and smiled, "Hungry."
Chris laughed and got out of bed, "How do pancakes sound?"
Vin sat up, slowly, "Good, real good."
As he headed out, Chris stopped, "You stay there. I'll call you when they're ready."
Vin looked at him, nodded, then gazed up at him, his blue eyes serious. "Chris. I'm sorry. I should have...."
"Vin, don't. I was wrong. I'm the one's that sorry."
Vin gifted him with a lopsided grin, "Draw?"
"Draw," Chris answered as he headed out to make breakfast.
*******
Vin managed to eat a pancake and a half. He was sitting savoring a second cup of coffee when Chris announced he was going to take a shower. Vin waited, then he silently padded down the hall. He slipped into the bathroom just as Chris's naked ass went into the shower. Vin stripped off his sweats and followed right behind.
"Vin!" Chris exclaimed as cold hands touched his back. "What are you..."
"Told you....I'm hungry, " Vin said as he pushed Chris under the water. He bent to nibble at Chris's throat and neck, while his hands glided over the strong back and shoulders. Vin continued to kiss and bite at Chris's ear and the hollow of his throat.
Chris pulled Vin in close and brushed his lips against his ear, "You sure you're up to this, pard?"
"Larabee, stop now and I'll shoot you," Vin said as he rubbed his hardness against Chris's.
Feeling Vin's arousal and his own, Chris snaked a hand into Vin's hair and pulled his head back so he could savor his throat. He kissed and bit at the tender flesh until Vin started to moan. "I want to....bedroom." was all Chris managed to get out as he shut off the water and grabbed Vin's wrist to pull the long haired man into the bedroom.
Chris pushed Vin back on the bed. There was something about Vin, when he was wet, his hair damp and pushed back off his face that drove Chris wild. He slowly worked his way up Vin's wet and naked body. Stroking the insides of Vin's thighs, he followed with his lips and tongue. Slowly he teased Vin's knees and moved up to his torso. He bit the hard flesh of his abdomen, while his hands moved to fondle the large oval nipples.
Vin grabbed him and pulled him up, capturing Chris's mouth and forcing his own tongue into it. He wrapped his arms around Chris's strong back and slid them down to caress his firm tight ass. Kneading his cheeks, Vin ground his hardness up into Chris's.
"I want you. Now...bad," Chris said as he pulled away to open the drawer in the nightstand to retrieve the lubricant.
"Take me," Vin whispered hoarsely, his breathing reduced to panting. "Hard."
Chris positioned himself between Vin's legs and his head snapped up at the word *hard*. He looked into Vin's blue eyes, and saw the primal lust. Chris licked his lips and felt his own erection twitch as Vin watched him, waiting, wanting. "I don't want to hurt you," Chris said as he poured some oil into his hands.
Vin rolled over, maneuvering his leg around Chris, "You won't. I need you....please."
The hunger and desire in Vin's voice was an aphrodisiac to Chris. He ran his hands lightly down Vin's back, enjoying the feel of the tight muscles under his fingers. Slowly, he kneaded the firm buttocks letting his oily hands slip into the crack. Vin spread his legs wider and Chris firmly slid a finger in the dark oval. Vin moaned and pressed his body down onto the bed, so Chris slipped in a second finger. This time Vin pushed back onto Chris's hand. Using his fingers, Chris searched for the magic spot and pressed it.
A low guttural moan escaped Vin's lips as he begged Chris for more. "Chris...please...take me." As Chris's fingers pressed the gland again, "Now!" Vin shouted as his body writhed on the bed.
It was more than Chris could stand, he moved to press his erection up against Vin's opening. Vin shifted and pulled up on his hands and knees to give him easy access. Chris stopped. "Vin, wait. Turn around."
Vin turned around and looked at Chris, "Take me hard, Pard. No time for fancy."
Chris smiled and wolfishly licked his lips. "Do it my way," he commanded. He straightened his legs and pulled Vin's left one over so Vin was sitting on his lap, facing him. "Get on your knees," he said as he picked up the lube. Chris poured some into Vin's hand. "Oil me up, " he said as he placed his hands on Vin's ass.
Complying with Chris's demands, Vin got up on his knees. Slowly and sensually, he let the oil drip from his hands to Chris's cock. Then he lightly ran a finger up and down the length spreading the greasy fluid over the swollen flesh.
Using one hand to guide Vin's hips and the other to position his cock, Chris pushed into Vin. He went in hard and fast. Once he was inside, he used one hand to pull Vin close and the other he entwined in his partner's long hair. He claimed Vin's mouth in a kiss, his passion overwhelming him.
When he felt Chris's tongue in his mouth, Vin started to move his body, up and down. Impaling himself on Chris's huge cock, he felt like he was going to burst from the full thick shaft inside him.
Chris tried to slow Vin, fearful he might be hurting his partner, but Vin just continued to ride him. Chris could feel Vin's erection rubbing between them, Vin's ass hitting his ball sac, and he released the kiss and let his teeth sink into Vin's throat. Using Vin's hair, Chris pulled his head back and feasted on his throat making Vin moan even louder than before.
The passion over took them. They both moved with a force and fury brought on by the long time without enjoying each other, and the aftermath of the fight. Chris moved his hands to Vin's slim hips and pumped him up and down on his hungry cock.
Vin felt Chris's balls hit his ass on every down stroke and it was driving him mad. He wanted to feel Chris deeper inside. Grabbing Chris's head by his short blonde hair, he bit at his lip. He pushed his tongue deep into Chris's mouth while he rode him as hard as he could. Releasing his mouth, Vin arched his body back, driving Chris's deeper into his body. He howled like a wild animal as his juices sprayed between them.
The howl from Vin was like a match to kerosene for Chris, he felt his own release build. When Vin's body clamped down on his hard shaft, Chris's seed exploded into the warm depths. He cried out Vin's name as he rode out the wave of pleasure.
Both men were gasping for air, but neither wanted to move. Chris pulled Vin towards his body and embraced him. He rested his own head on Vin's sweaty hair and ran his hands up and down the lanky body. Gently, he caressed Vin's ass. "Damn, Vin. That was..." He helped lift Vin, and moved up to lay beside his lover once they untangled themselves.
Chris pulled Vin into his arms. Vin had been quiet since he let loose with that howl. Concerned that maybe in their passion, Vin had been hurt, Chris touched his face with one hand and caressed his back with the other. "You ok, pard?" When there was still no answer, Chris became worried, "I love you, Vin. If I hurt you..."
Without a word, Vin placed his hand on Chris's. He pulled Chris's hand to his mouth and began to suck a finger.
Chris immediately felt his body react, all the way to his no-longer-so-flaccid member. A soft moan escaped his lips, as Vin pulled a different finger into his mouth. This time, Chris rolled over a bit to look at his partner and could feel Vin's returning arousal press up against his hip. Chris looked at Vin's face, his eyes were closed and he was devouring his fingers.
Sensing he was being watched, Vin opened his eyes to stare back into Chris's. A devilish smile appeared on his face as he rubbed his body against Chris's, "Think them rabies shots did me some good. Want to try that again?"
THE END
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