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Vin snaked his body around, so that he was in Chris's arms, with his legs stretched out on the sofa. Chris couldn't resist kissing the soft lips.Run your fingers through my hair and softly kiss my lips . . . hold me close in your embrace and . . . love me face to face . . . face to face heart to heart body to body . . . tingling tangle feelings lovers face to face . . . I´ll caress your body and hold you close to me . . . I´ll slide my hands . . . around your waist and love you face to face . . . face to face . . . heart to heart . . . body to body . . . lips on lips . . . arm and arm . . . body to body tingling tangled feelings . . . lovers face to face . . . Softly say you love me as you make love to me . . . no one else can take your place . . . we happen face to face . . . face to face heart to heart body to body . . . tingling tangled feelings . . . lovers face to face . . . I´ll caress your body and hold you close to me . . . I´ll slide my hands around your waist and love you face to face . . . face to face . . . heart to heart . . . body to body . . . lips on lips . . . arm and arm . . . body to body . . . tingling tangled feelings . . . lovers face to face . . .
"I want you to make love to me," Vin whispered and gave Chris that shy little smile and pressed his body closer to Chris's.
Chris looked into his eyes and stroked his hair. "I want you to have what you want," Chris whispered huskily. "But, I want something more--" He didn't get a chance to finish, as the younger man lifted his head and pressed his lips against Chris's.
When your body's had enough of me . . . And I'm layin' flat out on the floor . . . When you think I've loved you all I can . . . I'm gonna love you a little bit more . . . Come on over here and lay by my side . . . I've got to be touchin' you . . . Let me rub your tired shoulders . . . The way I used to do . . . Look into my eyes and give me that smile . . . The one that always turns me on . . . And let me take your hair down . . . ‘Cause we're stayin' up to greet the sun . . . And when your body's had enough of me And I'm laying flat out on the floor . . . When you think I've loved you all I can . . . I'm gonna love you a little bit more . . . Got to say a few things that have been on my mind . . . And you know where my mind has been . . . I guess I learned my lessons . . . And now's the time to begin . . . So if you're feelin' alright and you're ready for me . . . I know that I'm ready for you . . . We better get it on now . . . ‘Cause we got our whole life to live through . . . And when your body's had enough of me . . . And I'm layin' flat out on the floor . . . When you think I've loved you all I can . . . I'm gonna love you a little bit more . . . And when your body's had enough of me . . . And I'm layin' flat out on the floor . . .
Chris hugged Vin close, and broke off the kiss. "It's so amazing to me, that you love me," he spoke lovingly. "Everytime I think of how empty my life was, I can't believe how much better it is now."
Everytime our eyes meet, this feeling inside me . . . It's almost more than I can take . . . Baby when you touch me, I can feel how much you love me . . . And it just blows me away . . . I've never been this close to anyone or anything . . . I can hear your thoughts, I can see your dreams . . . I don't know how you do what you do . . . I'm so in love with you, it just keeps getting better . . . I wanna spend the rest of my life with you by my side . . . Forever and ever . . . Every little thing that you do . . . Baby I'm amazed by you . . . The smell of your skin, the taste of your kiss . . . The way you whisper in the dark . . . Your hair all around me, baby you surround me . . . You touch every place in my heart . . . Oh, it feels like the first time everytime . . . I wanna spend the whole night in your eyes . . . I don't know how you do what you do . . . I'm so in love with you, it just keeps getting better . . . I wanna spend the rest of my life with you by my side . . . Forever and ever . . . Every little thing that you do . . . Baby I'm amazed by you . . . Every little thing that you do . . . I'm so in love with you, it just keeps getting better . . . I wanna spend the rest of my life with you by my side . . . Forever and ever . . . Every little thing that you do . . . Baby I'm amazed by you . . .
Vin was looking at him with those eyes and smiling that smile and Chris was more certain than ever, of how he wanted their night to end. "I want to ask you something," he said quietly.
His eyes were serious and Vin immediately sat up indian style facing him. Chris turned so that he was looking directly at Vin and touched his cheek. "It's been almost almost six months, since Houston. You're so good to me and no matter what I want to do in bed, you're always willing to do it. And we've done almost everything two people can do, but there's one thing we -- you -- haven't done," Chris studied his face, seeing the realization, of what the older man was saying, dawn and then the color rise up in his cheeks. "You've never made love to me, and you've never asked. Why is that?"
Vin knew what Chris was saying, the second he heard the emphasis Chris had put on the word, 'you'. And, that was just it, how did he tell Chris, what he didn't even understand himself? "Well," he drawled slowly, "I ain't real sure, myself. I - I like doin' all o' the things we do." The blush on his cheeks deepened, as he continued, "And, I'm always real glad after we're done, that we did whatever it was." His voice had gotten progressively softer, as he spoke.
Chris knew how hard this was for the shy Texan and he gently stroked the pink cheek. "So, what do you want to do, Vin?" he asked quietly. "Have you given any thought to that?" That was it exactly, Chris realized. "You haven't, have you? Sonofa--" the curse word died, when anguished blue eyes met Chris's understanding green ones. Vin had never once thought about what he wanted to do. Vin might have survived his childhood, to become a truly good person, but Chris was starting to realize, how deep and ugly the scars really were. "It's ok," Chris's tone gentled considerably. "We're going to have to work on that together." He kissed Vin on the forehead. "You're allowed to want things. Nothing bad is going to happen, if you want something and you ask for it. I'm going to see to it personally, that you start thinking about yourself sometimes. And, I want to start tonight. Do you want to make love to me?"
"I reckon," Vin felt like his face was on fire, when he got those two words out. "I'm not real used ta havin' anybody care about what I want," he admitted.
"I care," Chris pulled him into an embrace. "And see, you told me what you wanted and lightning didn't stike and there wasn't an earthquake and I'm still here. I'm always going to be here, even if you tell me 100 things you want. Trust me Vin, please," Stroking his hair, Chris let Vin think about what he'd just said.
Vin's blue eyes stared at Chris solemnly, while he digested Chris's words. Could he trust Chris completely? He trusted Chris with his life every day. He trusted Chris with his secrets and Chris had kept them all. All he had to do was just take that extra step, let himself trust completely, but part of him was afraid. Chris said he would always be here, but would he? He closed his eyes and tried to decide what he wanted to do.
"I promise, you can trust me," Chris said softly.
Vin's breath caught in his throat. "Charlotte said that too," his voice was barely audible. "The last time we were together. We were in bed--" Vin glanced at Chris to see how he was reacting to hearing his lover talk about being in bed with someone else, and was relieved when Chris gave him that encouraging smile and stroked his cheek.
Chris said a silent thank you, that he'd been able to control his reaction when he heard that bitch's name. He knew that Vin hadn't confided in anyone about Charlotte. Chris being happy that Vin was talking about his old girlfriend, might seem strange to someone who didn't know everything the Texan had been through in his life. Hell, Chris thought, even he didn't know everything Vin had been through. He knew their relationship scared the hell out of Vin. It was hard for the young sharpshooter to accept happiness at face value. The one serious relationship he'd had before Chris, had been the disastrous affair with Charlotte. It had left Vin devastated and more wary than ever of love. Chris had said "I Love You" a full month, before Vin had whispered it back. Vin had been shaking like a leaf and he'd looked at Chris with those eyes and just about given himself a coronary, but he'd managed to choke out those three little words.
Chris had known almost since the start of their relationship, that Vin loved him, but he'd also seen how frightened Vin was of his feelings. Vin had subverted his own wants and needs in order to please his lover, afraid of losing Chris's love if he demanded anything for himself. And now, it seemed that Vin was very close to accepting that Chris's love was unconditional. The older man would listen to every revoltingly intimate detail of Vin's relationship with Charlotte, if it would help his lover's wounded heart to heal.
"--in bed and she turned ta me and told me, 'You can trust me Vin.' And dammit, I did. She said she wanted to be with me, Chris. Told me flat out, she never wanted to let go o' what we had. And she said she loved me. Christ, it's like she was tryin' ta make sure I was standin' on the highest mountain around, so it'd be further down, when she pushed me off."
Chris heard the pain in the rapsy drawl and steeled himself not to let loose the choice words he was thinking. It was hard enough for Vin to tell him this, without having to deal with a tantrum. Instead, he squeezed one of Vin's hands reasssuringly.
"I ain't never gonna forget what it felt like havin' that man come into the center and tell me ta leave 'is wife alone. Shit, I didn't have a fuckin' clue, who he was talkin' about, 'til Charlotte come outta the kitchen and her mouth dropped open about ten feet."
Chris remembered very well the expression on Charlotte's face, but said nothing.
"It hurt so bad, Chris. It was worse than everything else, that ever happened ta me," Vin said brokenly. "I'm scared Chris. You're tellin' me ta trust ya, just like she did and I wanta, but--" Vin couldn't finish and he closed his eyes and bowed his head and waited for his emotions to calm.
Chris felt a black rage threatening to overwhelm him. If Charlotte was standing here, he thought, he'd shoot her. And, he thought furiously, Vin was right. Charlotte had set him up deliberately for a hard fall. The bitch had probably come right out and told her husband about Vin, just so she could play out that little drama at the Center. How the hell else would the man have known it was Vin she was sleeping with? Charlotte had loved the attention Vin gave her, but she'd really just wanted her husband to act like he gave a shit. She'd played out her sick little game, but she hadn't told Vin it was a game. Chris wondered if she'd have used Vin if she'd known how much hurt he'd already had to bear in his life? Shit. She'd probably seen all of it in Vin's eyes and figured that it would make Vin that much easier to seduce.
Chris put his arms around the young Texan and hugged him close. "The difference between Charlotte and I, is that I've never lied to you and that's all she ever did. You can trust me Vin. I swear it. If you don't like something I do, you can tell me. If you want something, you can ask me. I'll never stop loving you, no matter what you don't want, or what you do want."
Vin listened to Chris's words. They made a lot of sense, but it was just so damn hard, to come right out and ask anyone for anything, even Chris. But, Chris really cared about what he wanted. And, he wanted Vin to tell him. Closing his eyes, Vin struggled to tell Chris what he wanted. "I'd really -- like it, if ya -- if ya'd kiss me --" his voice was barely audible and his cheeks were as red as they'd been all night, when he finally managed to get the rest out, "kiss me the rest of them places," he finished in a rushed whisper.
Chris smiled tenderly at the young man with his eyes closed. How was it possible, he wondered for one person to be that red and still be chalk white underneath? He did know however, how hard it had been for Vin to make that request and he was determined not to do or say anything, that would make Vin sorry he'd taken that step.
"Can I start here?" Chris whispered and brushed his lips gently against Vin's. He cupped the side of Vin's face with his hand and put a feathery kiss on his other cheek. "Or maybe here?" He lifted Vin's chin so that he could look into his eyes and spoke gently, "I love you. I know it's hard for you to ask for anything, but I'm really glad you trusted me enough to do it. And, I hope, that you'll always trust me enough to ask for the things you want."
Vin heard the sincerity in the older man's voice and he made a decision. "I do want something else," he said quietly. "This place, being here with ya, it's like havin' a home again. And, I want it ta be my home." He took a deep breath and his eyes never left Chris's, when he said the words Chris had been waiting months to hear, "I think -- I know -- I wanta let go of my apartment."
Chris's heart leapt at Vin's words. He'd been asking Vin to move in officially, since before Thanksgiving. And Vin had stubbornly resisted. The Texan hadn't spent ten nights there since they'd come back from Houston, but he'd clung to that damn apartment like it was a safety net. Almost all of his personal belongings were here. Just about the only things left in the apartment, were the furniture and the computer and the entertainment equipment, he'd left for the kids. Still, every time Chris had brought up Vin moving out completely, Vin had refused to discuss it. There'd been so much pain and so many disappointments in the younger man's life, that he hadn't been willing to give up the security of having a place of his own.
Vin was taking a leap of faith. Faith in Chris; not to hurt him, not to disappoint him. Faith that Chris would keep his promises. Larabee knew what it took for Vin to give up the safety, that having his own place represented. They were best friends. They'd been lovers for nearly six months, ever since that night in Houston. He trusted Vin with his life and he loved him as much as he'd ever loved anyone. Vin loved him desperately and he'd trusted Chris with his life from the moment they met. He trusted Chris enough to tell him the hurts he'd lived through. But tonight, Vin had accepted Chris's love unconditionally. He was opening himself up to total devastation, if Chris didn't keep his promises. Chris silently swore, that he would never give Vin any reason to regret his decision.
Chris slid his hands lightly across Vin's cheeks and around to the back of his head and drew him close. "I swear to you, you'll never be sorry," he whispered and then kissed his lover lightly and watited for him to speak.
Vin's Texas drawl was soft when he finally spoke, "I ain't never had nobody I could trust like I trust ya, Chris. I'm real glad we found each other." He reached out a hand and touched Chris's face with the tips of his fingers. "I don't ever wanta go back to not havin' anybody ta trust," he finished and kissed Chris.
Vin's tongue parted Chris's lips and slipped inside his mouth and lightly stroked his lover's tongue. His hands moved gently over Chris's face, tracing his jawline.
Chris's tongue lifted to swirl around the tongue that had been stroking it. Breaking off the kiss, he whispered into Vin's ear. "Are you ready for bed?" Vin nodded and they hastily blew out the few candles that were still burning and Chris closed the doors to the fireplace, so that stray sparks wouldn't escape.
They stood in the darkened room for several minutes, holding each other. Vin's head was leaning against Chris's chest and Chris's cheek rested against the top of Vin's head. Chris could feel his body coming to life, just from standing so close to the younger man. And then he felt soft kisses on his neck in the hollow under his Adam's apple. Vin's lips and tongue were forging a trail from the base of his throat, up to his ear. Chris's cock strained against the confines of his jeans and he put a hand behind Vin's neck and pulled his head back so that he could kiss those soft lips fiercely. Kissing and touching one another constantly, they stumbled down the hall to their bedroom.
Inside the door, they made quick work of their clothes and then Chris grabbed Vin and pushed him onto his back on the bed. He let himself fall on top of Vin, being sure to use his long arms to keep his weight off of the slender body. Vin's blue eyes gazed up at him and Chris's eyes travelled the length of Vin's body and back up lewdly. "Seems to me," the blond whispered lecherously, "that I've got some unfinished business to take care of.
The blue eyes widened and Vin turned bright red, when Chris's meaning sank in. He recovered quickly and said seductively, "Don't miss any spots, or you might have to start over." With that, he leaned up on his elbows and kissed Chris, boldly pushing his tongue into the older man's mouth.
Chris would have laughed out loud, but Vin chose that moment to rub his body up and down against Chris's sensuously. "Damn Vin," he groaned and pushed his lover flat onto his back. Taking one of Vin's hands into his, he brought it up to his mouth and began to kiss each finger and suck them into his mouth one by one. He swirled his tongue over them and then kissed his way up Vin's palm. Traveling up his wrist, Chris could feel both of their cocks getting harder by the minute. His lips and tongue and teeth made a lazy journey towards Vin's elbow, sucking and nipping and licking, at the soft flesh.
Chris took his time getting to Vin's shoulder. He savored the slightly salty taste and the silken texture of the skin on Vin's almost hairless upper arm. Vin's free hand caressed Chris, making feather light circles on Chris's back and moving to gently cradle his blond head. When he crossed Vin's shoulder, gently nibbling over to his neck Chris heard his lover growling softly in his throat. He smiled at the memory of the first time he'd heard that growl. Chris had come up behind the younger man when he was making breakfast one morning and wrapped both his arms around Vin and put his hands directly on Vin's cock and pulled his ass back against Chris's erection. Vin had dropped the pancake batter he was stirring and growled low and wild. It had taken Chris a good hour to find all of the splatters and clean up the spilled batter, but it had been worth it. If the little growls Vin was giving him right now, were a preview of a session like that had been, they were in for a hell of a night.
Chris's hands roamed over Vin's body, touching him everywhere, first teasing a hard nipple, then brushing through his pubic hair to squeeze his erection and cup his balls, and then stroking his inner thighs lightly, before coming back up to caress his shoulder. The blond was working his way down Vin's chest, getting closer to the brown nipple his mouth hungered for, when he suddenly found himself on his back, with a grinning Texan straddling him.
Vin leaned in close and kissed Chris, letting the older man's tongue find it's way into his mouth. He began to move his body slowly, rubbing against Chris's body seductively. Breaking off the kiss, the grin was gone from Vin's face, when he met Chris's eyes. The older man could see that Vin wanted to say something. It was clear however, that Vin was having trouble getting whatever it was out. Stroking his cheek, Chris smiled supportively. He'd wait all night if he had to, to hear whatever Vin had to say.
Vin couldn't believe how hard this was. He wanted to do it. It was what Chris wanted. Chris had said so. He could do this. He would do this. Taking a deep breath, Vin closed his eyes. He could never do this looking at Chris. Finally he swallowed hard, and spoke in a shaking voice, "Chris, I wanta make love to ya now."
Chris had one hand on Vin's arm above his elbow, using his fingertips to lazily stroke his arm. His other hand, reached up and cupped Vin's face. He caressed the skin, making gentle circles on the younger man's cheek and chin. "You're getting good at that," he said softly and drew Vin down into a sweet kiss.
"Ya know I ain't never done this b'fore," Vin warned him, when they took a breath. "I might not be real good at it," he added blushing deeply.
Chris stifled a laugh. Vin was so absolutely sensual and loving in bed, that the idea of him thinking he might not be "real good at it", was ridiculous to his lover. But, Chris knew that Vin was worried about Chris being disappointed. How the hell, anyone as bad tempered as he was had ended up having not one, but two of the sweetest, most generous lovers in the world, was a complete mystery, but Chris was very glad he had.
Those incredible blue eyes met Chris's and they were so full of love and want, that Chris had to clamp down hard on the urge to flip Vin onto his back and devour him. Vin was in charge tonight and he was going to let the younger man set the pace. Knowing Vin, tonight would be one of the most sensual nights Chris had ever had. Smiling warmly, Chris's voice was a silken purr when he spoke, "Do whatever you want to do and I'll bet you that I love it."
"What do you want to bet?" Vin asked with just a hint of amusement in his voice.
"How about winner's choice?" Chris responded with an exaggerated leer.
Chris looked just like one of those guys in the TV commercials, who try to pick up the bored babe with loser lines, and Vin burst out laughing. "How we gonna decide who wins?" he asked playfully.
Chris smiled at him . "Well, I'm pretty sure it's going to end up in a tie and we'll have to do it over and over and over, to figure it out," he said seductively. His green eyes glittered passionately and Vin sucked in his breath at the beauty of his lover.
"God, I love you," he whispered and leaned forward to capture Chris's mouth in a passionate kiss. His tongue thrusted into the older man's mouth deeply, trying to taste every inch. Vin's hands roamed freely, tweaking a nipple and then squeezing Chris's length, before moving up to caress his belly. Now that he'd admitted to himself, wanting to be inside of Chris, his need was so great he could hardly stand it. However, he was determined to make sure that Chris liked it as much as he did.
Chris saw the look of concentration on Vin's face and smiled inwardly. If only Vin knew how his innocent mannerisms turned his lover on. The way he dropped his eyes, his blushes, the look that crossed his face when he was engrossed in a task. All those sweet, shy, habits Vin had were so unaffected and natural and Chris loved them. But, Chris knew, that it was Vin's not knowing that made those mannerisms so special. If they were deliberate or the result of anything but that unique innocence, they wouldn't be special at all.
Vin was lost. Lost in the smell and the taste of Chris. The feel of his skin under callused fingers. He wanted to touch Chris everywhere; to kiss him everywhere; to have Chris touch him everywhere; God, he didn't know how much more he could stand. Chris was so incredible. His body was long and lean and chiseled. His broad shoulders tapered down to narrow hips and long sculpted legs. Not heavily muscled like a body builder, just sinewy muscles encased in silken skin. And Chris was his. His to love, forever. Vin kissed the older man hard, trying to show Chris in that kiss, how much he loved him.
Chris felt Vin's passion and responded. His own cock was as hard as he could ever remember it being. He wanted Vin as much as Vin wanted him. Breaking off the kiss, with a groan, Chris fumbled in the night stand until his hand closed around the oil. "Make love to me, now," he urged, pressing the oil into Vin's hand.
"I want you Chris, I want you so bad," Vin breathed into his ear.
"Then take me," Chris whispered back and kissed him fiercely.
Vin poured oil onto his hand with trembling fingers. He wasn't sure if it was nervousness or desire that had them trembling or a combination of both. All he knew, was that he'd never wanted anyone the way he wanted Chris right now. Dropping the tin of oil onto the bed, Vin reached between Chris's leg with a slick hand. He caressed the full balls lightly and teased the area behind them. His fingers found the small opening and caressed it. One finger gently probed the entrance, slipping in and out slowly. Vin worked his finger in and then added another and scissored and stretched the passageway, trying to mimic the things Chris did to prepare him. He wanted so badly for it to be as good for Chris, as Chris made it for him.
Finally, Vin was satisfied that Chris's body was open and ready. He was disappointed, that he hadn't found that special place inside of Chris yet. He only hoped he'd be able to find it when they actually made love. Removing his fingers from his lover's body, Vin grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped them off. Moving back up beside Chris, Vin kissed him. He felt Chris's hands in his hair, pulling him even closer. "Are -- are you ready?" the Texan asked a little apprehensively.
"Yes," Chris said with certainty in his voice. "I want this Vin, as much as you do. Make love to me now." With that, Chris kissed him gently and rolled onto his stomach. He got to his knees and waited for his nervous lover to enter him.
Vin knelt behind Chris and gently ran his hands over the older man's back and buttocks. He searched the bedding, until he found the discarded can of oil and poured a little more onto his hand. Setting the tin on the nightstand, Vin turned back to his task. He slicked his cock and smeared oil generously on Chris's opening. Leaning forward, he rained soft kisses down on the strong back in front of him. Putting his cock against Chris's opening, Vin took a deep breath and pushed gently.
Chris felt the hard member trying to push inside of him and tensed involuntarily. He hated to admit it to himself, but he was just a bit nervous. It wasn't concern about Vin hurting him. Vin was the gentlest and most considerate of lovers. No, what had Chris worried, was that Vin would be disappointed. Damn. Chris grinned to himself. That's his line. Vin's the one always worried about disappointing me. All thoughts of anyone being disappointed were driven out of Chris's mind, when he felt Vin's cock slip into his body. It burned a little, but he was loose and Vin was moving slowly and letting his body adjust to the intrusion. And then Chris felt that special fullness, that he'd only felt a few times after Sarah had died. Those drunken times had been nothing like this. This feeling was incredible, it was nothing he'd ever felt before. Vin was stroking gently and Chris wanted him in deeper and harder. "God Vin -- give me -- more," he gasped out.
Vin almost came on the spot, when he felt Chris's body open and swallow his cock. God! he thought, this was better than he could ever imagine. Chris was so hot and tight and soft. His engorged flesh was being caressed and massaged with every breath Chris took. Vin was shuddering and breathing raggedly, trying to control himself. Swallowing hard several times, Vin managed to keep from exploding. He knew he wouldn't be able to last very long and he hoped again that he could find that spot that made it so good before he came.
Knowing he only had a few minutes, before he lost it, Vin reached around and grabbed ahold of Chris's throbbing erection with his oil slicked hand. He heard Chris demand more and Vin gave it to him. The younger man thrust for all he was worth into the tight heat and he squeezed and pulled on Chris's hardness, in sync with his own thrusts.
"Vinnnnnn!" Chris screamed, when the Texan found the spot he'd been hoping for. Hot cum shot from Chris's cock and he was wracked with tremors from the intensity of his orgasm.
Vin heard Chris's yell and his cock was suddenly being squeezed and released repeatedly by Chris's body. A final thrust deep inside of Chris and Vin was growling low and deep and long and holding onto Chris's shoulder for dear life. Nothing in his whole life had ever felt this good. His cock jerked spasmodically one final time. Vin's cock slid out of the tight passage easily, as Chris's body fell to the bed.
Chris somehow found the strength to roll onto his back and open his arms to his lover before Vin collapsed. This first time for Vin making love to him had gone perfectly and Chris wanted to end it holding his lover. Vin fell into Chris's waiting arms, taking great gulps of air through his open mouth. Chris, he noticed was breathing as heavily as he was.
When he could finally move, Vin leaned up on one elbow and studied Chris's face. The blond's eyes were closed and his breathing was normal. Vin was beginning to wonder if Chris had fallen asleep, when the older man opened emerald eyes, that seemed to see right down into Vin's soul.
"Hey," Chris said softly and reached up and ran a hand down the side of Vin's face.
"Hey yourself," Vin replied just as quietly. Taking a fortifying breath, Vin's wide blue eyes met Chris's and the young Texan whispered haltingly, "Was -- did -- you OK?"
Chris supressed a grin and pulled his lover in for a reassuring kiss. "I'm better than ok," he confirmed. "I don't remember it feeling like that, those times after Sarah died. This was so much better." Kissing him again, Chris had some concerns of his own. "What about you? Did you like it?"
Vin smiled shyly and nodded. "It felt better'n anything I ever did in my life," he said passionately. "You reckon it's cause we love each other, it feels so good?" he asked Chris seriously.
"Yes, I do," Chris replied honestly. He was amazed at his lover's perceptiveness. For someone with so little experience, Vin was very good at understanding love. "Now, I have a question for you," Chris informed his lover.
"What is it?" Vin asked concernedly.
"Well, you know that little bet we made? I think I won . . ."
THE END