ATF Universe
The sound of ripping paper filled the spacious office of one Chris Larabee as he tore off another day on the small calendar on his desk. His green eyes scanned the page. "Cowboy Logic -- Don't squat with yer spurs on." The date was written below in black script. It had been a gift, albeit a gag gift, from Vin on his last birthday. Sort of his little way of calling the man 'cowboy' every chance he got. He knew the nickname irritated Chris, just as it had ever since he'd first been called that by some punk kid who had decided, poorly it turned out, to have some fun with the man in the black boots and wranglers.Chris looked at the date again. March 14. It had been exactly one month since he and Vin had been taken hostage by LeBirds. Chris absently scratched the new, itchy skin across his stomach. The stitches he'd had to receive there had come out a week ago today, and Larabee was basking in the fact that he'd been at the office for said week without having to go to the doctor's office once. All tolled, he'd received 28 stitches for the wounds on his belly, antibiotics galore for the infections and pain pills to help him deal with the severe bruising to his back and chest where Tobin and Johnson had kicked him. The first few days he'd had to deal with a tight wrap from just under his arms to his waist, but now, he only felt a slight twinge of pain when he did strenuous activity for too long.
Turning back to the paperwork that was strewn across his desk, Larabee let his gaze settle on the three closest to the top. The statements concerning what had happened to both himself and Vin in the swamp. Chris read through them one more time before signing his name where it was indicated. It all seemed so surreal when he read it in the detached words on the page. From the first paragraph about their abduction to the final words on the findings of their captors' bodies. Or rather, Chris amended, blowing on the ink to dry it to the page, What was left of them. When Buck and Ezra had gone back to the lagoon with some of the others to deal with the men that had done such harm to their friends, they hadn't had much of a job to do. The last thing they saw of Tobin was what they supposed had been an arm. Johnson was already being dragged into the water and under the red liquid to be cached. LeBirds, however, hadn't been touched. Chris remembered the cold joy he'd felt in identifying the cold, lifeless body of his tormentor.
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A booming laugh was heard through his cracked door, bringing Chris up from his chair to the opening. He leaned there easily as he watched JD duck from Wilmington's slap at his head for whatever slight the boy had committed this time. Of their own command, Chris' eyes slid around the office until they rested on Vin's lanky form, his boots resting easily atop the corner of his desk. The long haired agent looked completely at ease with his hands lightly placed atop his stomach. It was good to see the younger man's body so relaxed. For the first few days, there had been a tightness in it, Tanner always being prepared for the twinge of pain.
The concussion he'd received hadn't been as severe as Chris feared, merely complicated by the continuing strain and injury Vin had added to it. Once properly treated, like the bullet wound to his shoulder, it had improved rapidly. His ribs, however, had been a completely different story. As he had feared, two had been broken, 1 cracked, and the rest, severely bruised. Vin had been forced to endure countless visits to the doctor to make sure the bones were knitting properly, keeping them wrapped tightly between his visits. Thankfully, ribs were some of the fastest healing bones in the human body. Now, they hardly caused him any pain at all and he was free to move as he would, only having a small dose of pain killers to help when he needed it.
Vin turned his head as if sensing Chris' gaze. His blue eyes lit up carefully at finding the older man watching him. No one would notice the slight flush to his cheeks unless they were looking for it. A loud crash came from the general direction of JD and Buck's desks. Chris just shook his head before jerking it towards his office. Vin nodded and rose, walking towards the open door just as JD came tearing around the corner with Buck close behind. Both easily side-stepped the sharpshooter, causing the younger man to laugh as he heard Wilmington's muttered curses about being stuck with 'fool boys trying to play cops and robbers'.
Vin shut the door behind him as he entered the office. He quickly noticed that the blinds had been pulled on the large window-wall that looked out over the rest of the team. A nervous fluttering began in his stomach as he took the chair Chris pointed at. This was the first time that the two of them had really been alone together since that day in the bait shack. They managed a few sentences about each other's hurts before Chris cleared his throat. Guess I ain't the only nervous one, Vin thought, wishing his inner-levity could be used with the man in front of him.
"Here," Chris finally said, turning to the safety of the work he needed to do to quell the fire in his blood. He passed the three pages of statements to the other agent, handing a pen along with them. "Sign these for me, will ya? Then I can send them up to Travis and get put this thing to bed." Vin's fingers brushed against Chris' for a brief moment as he took the pen, fighting down the images he'd gotten from merely combining the word 'bed' and Chris' touch in his mind. Vin quickly signed his name and placed the documents back on the desk. Tanner shifted slightly in the chair before looking up to catch Chris staring at him. There was a slow, burning hunger in those eyes. Vin swallowed, feeling a slight flush hit his cheeks as he began to feel suddenly like 'lunch'.
The younger man slowly rose from the black leather chair, feeling his sweaty palms almost slip on the arms as he pushed himself away. Vin stood still for a moment, not liking the feeling of uncertainty that was running through him. A glint of sunlight through the large window on the outside wall caught his eye, and Vin looked to where it fell. He quietly walked over to the wall that rested behind his chair, looking over the several plaques that hung there. A few belonged solely to Chris for several things. Vin saw awards for bravery, outstanding service, and appreciation. And then, the plaques that belonged to the team began. Vin gazed at the wood and metal reminders of just how well these six other men he called his family and he worked together.
Finally, Vin's eyes came to rest on the latest addition to Larabee's wall of 'magnificence'. The plaque that he and Chris had been sent to Louisiana to accept. Vin slowly reached out his hand to trace the outline of it, his finger softly following the engraved letters that made up both his and Chris' names. The younger man turned to speak and took an involuntary step back as he found the older agent standing directly behind him. Vin slumped a bit to lean his shoulders against the wall under the line of plaques. Chris stretched one hand out, just barely brushing Vin's ear as he touched the wooden hanging behind him.
"Beautiful," Larabee murmured. Vin fought the urge to jump at the soft whisper, almost thinking he'd imagined it. For a moment, Tanner though Chris was speaking about the plaque, but that deep green gaze was fastened solely on his face. What with doctors and lawyers and other agents, Vin had seen little of Chris at all. He'd almost begun to wonder if he'd dreamed that last, sweet kiss before Buck and the others had come in. But now, with the other man practically breathing his own breath...
Vin had always worried, in his imaginings, what would happen to their relationship in the office if they'd ever been able to get together. Would it suffer? Would their private life suffer? Would they completely hate each other? Vin thought back to the last month. While it was true the two of them hadn't exactly spoken about having any kind of life together outside the office, Vin had allowed himself the luxury of thinking they did. And while he had missed the quiet moments the bait shack had offered him and Chris terribly, nothing between them had really changed. They were still able to sit quietly in the office together. They still managed to do their jobs. They still laughed at the antics of their other team members. The only problem that Vin had experienced in working with Larabee and knowing what the taste of his kiss was like, was the fact that Vin wanted more. Desperately.
As if reading his mind, Chris let that nervous smile Vin had seen in the bait shack cross his face again. Ever so slowly, Larabee pressed forward, his eyes watching for any change in Vin's stance that would indicate the quiet sharpshooter had changed his mind about the events that had occurred in the swamp. The only move Vin made, however, was to lick his lips, making them glisten slightly in the artificial light of the office. Chris quickly closed the distance between them and felt the sparks ignite once again as their lips met. Vin stood up from his place against the wall, bringing their bodies into contact. Chris thought his knees would collapse at the feeling of holding this man so close to him. He found Vin's body fit his perfectly. But, instead of the soft, smooth, feminine curves of a woman, Chris felt the hard, muscled, flat planes of Tanner's back and face. A strength rested there, and it made Chris tremble with the thought that if he did go to fall, Vin would catch him.
Chris moved his hand from the wall and brought it up to wrap itself in Vin's long hair. The tresses were soft, and as Chris broke his mouth away from Vin's to lap at his ear, he breathed in deeply. It contained no smell of chemicals or fancy shampoo, just the cool, refreshing smell of clean. Chris found the same scent on Vin's neck and set about enjoying it with all his senses. Vin gasped, moving to return the favor as he licked the small patch of skin below Chris' earlobe. The blonde's fingers massaged his scalp, sending a feeling of relaxed pleasure through him. He felt his body beginning to respond to the sensations that traveled his spine and was more than ecstatic to realize that Chris was showing the same response.
"Chris?" A knock followed the quiet call, followed by Larabee's name again. Buck's voice broke through to the two men, forcing them apart as they both stared at the door. Vin growled softly, his mumbled wish for duct-tape for Buck's mouth causing Chris to chuckle. Larabee pressed a small kiss to Vin's slightly swollen lips before moving to sit on the corner of the desk. After quickly checking to be sure he and Vin were presentable, he answered Buck's call. Wilmington pushed open the door and smile at the two men.
"Travis is here to see ya, pard. You too, Vin. Wanted to make sure it was safe before I let him in." A conspiratorial wink was all the man offered before beckoning them out. Vin threw a glance at Chris who was merely shaking his head. He should have known that Buck would have picked up on the slight glances he'd been throwing at Vin for the past month. He thought back to the comment the man had made some time earlier when he'd commented on Vin's behaviour as that of 'young love'. Perhaps he'd known long before...
Chris and Vin stepped out of the office and walked towards Travis. The remaining members of their team were leaning against the desks behind him, Josiah and Nathan resting on Vin's desk while Buck and JD used their own, with Ezra standing off to Buck's right. Chris grasped his hands behind his back as he came to a stop and Vin beside him, hooking his thumbs into his belt. Travis smiled as he reached for a small, square object wrapped in brown paper. He handed it to Chris and watched as the man pulled out the engraved plaque.
"For bravery and outstanding service, I am honored to give this plaque of appreciation to Senior "gent Chris Larabee, and "gent Vin Tanner." Loud whoops erupted from the other members of Team Seven. Travis shook both of the honorees' hands, a twinkle entering his eyes as he spoke again. "They wanted to have another "wards banquet for you..." The elder man's laughter mixed with Buck's loud guffaw at the looks of objection and almost-fear that jumped into Chris and Vin's eyes. "But I thought you boys might be a little put off by that." The two men relaxed a bit as the others came forward, managing a quiet 'thank you' as Travis made his way back to his own office. Josiah and Nathan were having an inconceivable amount of enjoyment at teasing the two over going to another function to accept their award. Ezra's casual, southern drawl interrupted their continuous joshing as he dramatically offered himself up for the task of accepting the award on their behalf.
"Hell, Ezra, you're more likely to get hurt than both of them put together," Buck scoffed, reaching out to give the southerner a slight push on his shoulder. Ezra righted himself and reached up to brush the dark gray fabric of his jacket, as if Buck had left some unimaginable amount of filth there.
"Buck, you wound me..." Chris looked back at the mustached man, knowing he wouldn't be caught without a come-back.
"See?" Ezra rolled his green eyes at Wilmington's smile, merely offering up an almost silent plea to the heavens to bless Buck with a sense of humor. As the laughter died down, the subject of conversation quickly turned to the upcoming weekend. It was quickly arranged, much to Ezra's dismay, that they would all gather at his place. Josiah quickly volunteered to make his chile while Buck and JD offered up the chips and dips. Nathan was left with getting the beer as Ezra came to stand before Vin and Chris, worrying at his lip as he tried to think of where to put the most expensive pieces of his collections to keep them from the harm that inevitably seemed to follow Buck and JD.
"Will you be joining us, Mr. Larabee? Although I'm not certain you would be safer back in your luxurious bait shack in the swamp..." Chris risked a glance at Vin, moving his eyes back to where Ezra was seemingly engrossed in examining the small, dark cufflinks on his sleeve.
"No thanks, Ez. I got some things need tending to out at the ranch. Been letting most of it slide for awhile, but I need to get them done." The southerner accepted his excuse for not attending with a nod, turning to the blue-eyed man beside him.
"Very well, Mr. Larabee. What about you, Mr. Tanner? Care to join us in a game of chance tomorrow eve?" Vin smiled, knowing just how much of a chance any one of them stood against the southerner. Ezra seemed to have an uncanny knack for the cards. He knew his money was just as easily doubled by folding it over and putting it back in his pocket.
"No thanks, Ez. There's a bed calling my name this weekend." Ezra nodded again, his words lost as Buck grabbed his shoulder and dragged him back into the fray of the other agents as they began preparing to head out, agreeing on when to meet. Chris and Vin watched the men split and gather their belongings from their desks before moving towards the elevator, leaving the two of them holding the plaque and staring at their names engraved there-on in silence.
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"Mmmm...." Chris groaned, licking his lips to gather every last drop of the tasty sauce that threatened to dribble down his chin. He put the wooden spoon back into the pot on the stove, giving its contents a few more stirs before moving over to where the long, thin noodles were just about ready. If it was one thing Chris prided himself on in the kitchen, it was his spaghetti. The french bread he'd bought on the way home was set out in a small basket on the table beside two place settings. He tasted the rich sauce again before turning the fire down on the pot.
It'd been quite some time since he'd gone to the trouble of setting up the table. Normally, it was just himself to worry about for food. And while he did still cook, most of the time it had ended up being the couch and Burger King. Even when the others had come over there were too many of them for his dining room table. As such, they normally just made a buffet on the oak fixture and each found a nest somewhere in front of the TV.
The last time he'd really worried about place settings had been before... Chris lightly fingered the black-rimmed edge of the plate on the table. Sarah. He didn't even have to try to remember her face whenever she'd come home to find him home early and cooking his specialty. "dam had loved the challenge of trying to twirl the noodles around his fork to get them into his mouth, Chris and Sarah both laughing at his antics. The sweet echo of her voice in his memory brought a smile to his face, followed quickly by a frown. Such happy memories. Did they make this coming relationship with Vin wrong?
"No," he said out loud to the room. This was different. Nothing could ever surpass, or even equal, the love he'd felt for his wife and son. Sarah had held his heart, helping him to balance that side of himself that was always just as eager as "dam to want to slurp the noodles down in one bite. She had kept him young, along with his son. No, what he felt for Vin was not anywhere close to that. Vin was a part of his soul. The younger man was his balance between his grief and his life. It was those blue eyes that had really brought him back. No, Chris thought again. This isn't wrong... Sarah would be happy. Chris found himself grinning again. Yes, Sarah would be happy to know he'd found someone that cared for him and that he wanted in return.
Just then, the doorbell rang, its soft chimes sounding through the house. Chris felt a nervous shiver hit his spine as he walked towards the door. He licked his lips as he reached the entrance to his home, running a hand through his hair before falling to run a finger under the collar of his dark gray shirt. Grabbing the knob, he pulled the door open, releasing a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding as he saw Vin standing on his porch. The sharpshooter was holding a six-pack of beer in one hand, his other shoved into his pants pocket. The dark red of his button down shirt was softly dulled by the bulb in the porch light. Chris stood back to let the younger man inside, his lips quirking up in a half-smirk.
"Thought there was a bed callin' your name this weekend?" He watched as a playful expression crossed Vin's face before it settled back into that quiet, serious set it often held. Vin moved forward until he was standing right in front of him, their eyes locked on nothing but the pair across from them.
"There is. Yours." Chris felt a shudder pass through his entire frame as Vin leaned forward, allowing his lips the briefest of caresses before he pulled back, running his tongue across his bottom lip to bring back the taste of Chris' mouth mixed with the spaghetti sauce. His smile returned in full force as Chris took the beer from the younger man and, with a hand on the small of his back, pushed him forward towards the table.
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Chris sat back in his chair as he watched Vin mop up the extra sauce on his plate with a chunk of bread. He felt his body relaxing. A good meal, a beer, and the one he loved, what more could he need? The man I love, Chris reinforced his thoughts, allowing a small smile to cross his lips. Yes, the man I love.
Seeing Vin was finished, he reached for the other man's plate and carried both to the kitchen, putting them in the sink before running warm water over them. It was nice to not have any left-overs. But what was even better was the reason why he didn't have any left-overs. He and Vin had cleaned up every morsel. The simple fact that he'd had someone to share a meal with was even more gratifying than the quiet compliments Vin had offered on the taste of the meal.
As Chris turned from the sink, it was his turn to be surprised by the quiet approach of the other man. Vin stood close behind him, grinning ferally as Chris stepped back against the edge of the sink. Before either could say a word, the younger man pressed forward, feeling their bodies connect only seconds before their lips were re-acquainted with each other. Both men groaned, tasting the remnants of their meal mixed with the unique tastes of the other's mouth. Vin silently begged for entrance to Chris' mouth as he traced the other man's lips with his tongue. Chris granted him access quickly, moving his hands up to grip Vin's shoulders as he was invaded.
Chris felt the sink, hard and unforgiving at his back, pressing his hips forward into the push of the sharpshooter in his arms. Bringing one hand down, Chris let his fingers flutter over Vin's pounding pulse before dragging it down the other's chest until it rested just above Tanner's slightly swollen groin. Chris broke their kiss for a moment to drag in a labored breath before his mouth was ravaged again. Larabee pushed his nervousness aside as he dropped his hand to lightly cup the bulge of Vin's jeans, knowing that he had nothing to fear. The only thing he did have was an intense need to make Vin writhe with absolute pleasure.
This time, Vin broke his lips away, gasping at the tentative feel of Chris' hand on him through the coarse denim and his boxers. He moaned softly, leaning back in to run his tongue over the outer shell of Chris' ear. His voice, when he spoke, was ragged and harsh with arousal, causing Chris to caress Vin even harder, squeezing him slightly.
"That bed's startin' to call pretty loud..." Vin panted, wishing he could remember the basic commands that would allow him to reciprocate the incredible sensations Chris was giving him. Larabee pulled back enough to make eye contact with the sharpshooter before nodding slowly. Vin allowed himself to be pushed back, letting Chris away from the sink. Keeping a tight hold on his hand, Vin found himself being quietly led back into Chris' bedroom. The bed was an oak four-poster with a deep blue comforter and light blue pillows. Larabee turned as the entered the room, his tongue reaching up to lap at a layer of sweat that had gathered on his upper lip. Vin longed to do the small task for him.
"Vin, you ever..." Tanner shook his head, knowing just what Chris was asking. Chris almost seemed relieved before a slight frown creased his forehead. "Me neither. How do..." Vin brought a finger up to lay it against Chris' lips, silencing the older man. With a sly smile, he traced the outline of Chris' swollen lips as he spoke.
"I guess we'll just have to feel our way, then, huh?" He ran his hand down Chris' body much in the same manner as Larabee had caressed him by the sink. Vin brought his other hand up to cup Chris' face before dropping it with the other to encircle the blonde's waist. Stepping closer, he ran one hand up and down Chris' back in calming circles before slowly dropping the other to tease the brass studs on the back of Larabee's black wranglers.
Chris drew in a deep breath, the feel of the air rushing past his cheek to enter Larabee's mouth one of the most exciting feelings Vin had experienced in his life. And that was quickly surpassed as Chris brought his hands up to the first button of Vin's shirt. The slight brush of the man's fingers on his skin as he undid the dark red material was sheer torture. Not once did the two speak, their eyes and ragged breathing speaking volumes. When Chris had reached the last button, he grabbed the edges of the shirt and pulled up sharply, pulling it from the tight waist of Vin's blue jeans. Vin dropped his arms to allow the shirt to fall to the floor as Chris pushed it off his shoulders.
Vin remained standing still as Chris' eyes covered his body. They strayed first to the scarred flesh that covered his chest. Memoirs from previous assignments, battles, lives... The green gaze finally settled to the most recent addition, the slightly round scar where LeBirds' bullet had hit his body. Vin's breath quickened as Chris leaned in, softly pressing his lips to the area. Then, the older man brought his hands up and splayed them out over the muscled flesh, feeling it ripple slightly at his touch. The rough callouses from years of work and holding a gun rubbed harshly over Vin's chest, catching at the small brown buttons of flesh there.
Unable to keep from moving any longer, Vin reached up for Chris' shirt. He bit his lip in concentration as his normally steady hands shook slightly as each inch of the other's chest was revealed. Finally, after a dark blush had hit Vin's face at his ineptitude with the buttons on the shirt, Chris was free of the garment. Like his own body, Chris was covered with scars, maps to the places he'd visited in his life. Vin reached out to trace the long white lines of skin across Chris' stomach, feeling the muscles twitch.
Ever so slowly, the two men began to walk towards the large, inviting bed. Silently, the only sound that of their heavy breath, the two men undid their jeans, dropping them to the floor. Vin leaned forward to kiss his soon to be lover, feeling their mutual erections throbbing through the cloth of their boxers. Chris groaned, thrusting his hips forward slightly. The reaction goaded Vin and he pushed forward with more force, finally toppling the two to the mattress. Vin landed on top and quickly straddled Larabee, slowly thrusting his groin into the man below. Chris hissed as he felt Vin lean down to lick his chest, leaving a wet trail from one side to the other, making sure he hit both of his nipples.
Tangling a hand in Vin's long hair, Chris pulled the other man up to claim his lips again, amazed at how he couldn't seem to get enough of those blood-boiling kisses. Keeping the other man distracted by his slow exploration of Vin's mouth, Chris rolled them over, reversing their positions. Vin's eyes showed his need as the blue orbs darkened to an almost black circle with his arousal. The crackle of energy in that gaze rocked Chris to the core as he pulled back. Offering a predatory grin, he quickly slid down to begin a virtual feast on Vin's chest. His teeth teased Vin's taut nipples, soothing his tortured flesh with long swipes of his tongue. Vin arched into his caress, gasping loudly as Chris found a slow rhythm and began to grind their hips together.
Chris continued to steadily work his way down Vin's wriggling body, inspecting each new section of flesh with all of his senses. Finally, Chris found himself eyeing the straining flesh at Vin's groin. The simple white boxers resembled a tent and Chris felt a sense of elation knowing that he had caused the reaction. Hooking a finger into each side of the waistband, Chris locked eyes with Vin as he pulled the cotton shorts away. The smell of Vin's essence wafted up and Chris inhaled deeply, pleased to find it not much unlike his own. His lover shuddered slightly as the blonde leaned in closer to examine this new piece of flesh, Vin's eyes finally closing as Chris tentatively slipped his tongue out to touch the quivering tip.
Vin gripped the sheets tightly as Chris began to grow more and more bold, opening his mouth to take in as much as he possibly could. What he couldn't accept, Chris wrapped in his warm grasp, pumping the flesh so that his lips met his hand on each stroke. Vin was shuddering continuously now under Chris' ministrations. His hair was damp with sweat, as was the rest of his body, his head thrashing about on the pillows. Vin felt his body tightening with his imminent release but found the strength to raise one hand and place it on Chris' head, pulling urgently.
"Chris...so close... Can't hold... so close..." Vin panted, trying to get across his warning. Chris' hand continued to lightly caress Vin's turgid flesh as he listened. The older man licked his lips. He knew what Vin was warning him away from. He watched Vin fight against the pleasure coursing through his body and quickly came to a decision. Waiting until Vin opened his eyes, Chris caught his gaze, the intensity of his own ensuring that Vin wouldn't look away. Never breaking that contact he had, Chris slid his lips back down over the throbbing flesh. He moved up and down, his tongue making curling swipes across Vin's tumescense before he drug his teeth across the sensitive underside.
Vin screamed out Chris' name in a long howl of release as his orgasm began in earnest. Chris pulled back a bit at the force of the explosion, but he did not pull back completely. Swallowing quickly, he caught most of Vin's creamy essence, the taste slightly musky in his mouth. When Vin had softened, Chris moved up to lay beside the spent young man. His hands wiped the hair back from Tanner's sweaty forehead as Vin lay still. His chest was rising and falling dramatically with his ragged breaths. Finally, his eyes opened just as Chris was beginning to fear he'd somehow hurt the younger man in his inexperience.
Chris smiled slightly as Vin leaned up to kiss him, tasting the last vestiges of himself on his lips. Vin pushed the blonde onto his back, placing one leg between the other's thighs, stroking the hard length. Chris arched into the touch, moaning slightly as Vin moved to suck at his earlobe.
"I want ya, Chris." Vin pulled back to judge how his words had hit his lover. He saw a slight confusion there.
"I'm right here..." The younger man smiled, fighting down a blush as he moved forward to run his tongue over Chris' lips.
"I know. Believe me, I know. No dream could be this good." Vin placed several small, light kisses over Chris' eyes, cheeks, and finally, his mouth. Tempted to linger there, Vin forced himself back, gazing into Chris' passion darkened eyes. "I want ya..." Vin saw realization dawn on Chris' face, followed by a nervous twitch. Vin wondered if it was because he wasn't wanting to go that far or whether he was just worried about hurting him.
"Are ya sure? I wouldn't want to hurt you because we..." Vin smiled, his body filled with a warmth. Chris was worried about hurting him. Those green eyes were filled with uncertainty and fear, but now that Vin knew that those emotions were for him, he also knew how to ease them.
"You won't," he reassured, pressing his lips to the soft spot on Chris' neck where he could feel the other man's pulse racing. "Ya got any lotion or anything?" Larabee nodded and pointed to the small table by the bed. Vin leaned over and grabbed it from a drawer, pressing it into Chris' hand as he returned to lay across his lover. "We just have to feel our way, remember?"
Chris nodded slowly as Vin kissed him, feeling every ounce of worry leave him. Vin wanted this, wanted him... Chris sat up as Vin quietly rolled over to his side, presenting his body to Chris' eyes. Larabee let his eyes travel from the tips of Vin's hair down to his toes, feeling his excitement grow as he thought of exploring this body in the most intimate of ways. Chris opened the bottle of lotion he held and quickly gathered some on his fingers. Setting the bottle aside, Chris moved down behind Vin, letting his lips trace fluttering kisses across the man's shoulders as his now slick fingers moved into position.
Vin tensed slightly at the new touch before forcing himself to relax. He knew that Chris would rather hurt himself than to ever do anything that would put Vin in pain. Ever so slowly, Chris pressed a finger against Vin's entrance. Vin gasped as the digit made its way into the tight ring of flesh. The sensation was both pain and pleasure all at once. Vin felt his skin burning, but the feeling quickly died out, being replaced with tremors as Chris stretched him. Chris added more lotion, working to make sure that Vin was more than ready for him. As he pressed in deeper, his fingers rubbed against a small nub inside Vin's body.
Chris quickly checked Vin's face as the man bucked forward, crying out. The intense pleasure there was mixed with surprise. Chris rubbed the spot again and felt the same reaction course through his lover's body. Vin was gasping. Chris resumed his task, wanting to make Vin twist and pitch with that apparently mind-bending pleasure again. Quietly, Chris questioned the man beside him. Vin nodded, not having the breath to speak. Chris took a deep breath as he spread lotion across himself, feeling his flesh jump in his hand. He hoped he could last long enough to help Vin release the power his body had brought up in his own erection once again.
Tenderly, Chris positioned himself. He pressed forward slowly, feeling the tightness part to allow him entrance. Vin hissed sharply and Chris paused, afraid that, despite all his carefulness, he'd hurt his lover. Tanner groaned and beckoned for Chris to continue, his face breaking out into a heavy sweat. Chris finished his press forward, finally feeling the flesh give way and let him inside. Chris finished his entrance in a slow stroke. Vin moaned loudly, his breathing ragged as Chris waited for a moment to let him adjust to this intruder.
Finally, Chris began to move, long languorous strokes drawing out both of their pleasure. Vin tried to wrap a hand around his swollen flesh, all but weeping with pleasure as every one of Chris' hard, deep strokes pressed against that pleasure spot inside him. Chris reached around instead, pumping Vin's length with strokes that matched his own. Vin began to groan, rocking his hips back against his lover, silently begging for more. Chris was dangerously close to losing his hold on his release and gladly granted Vin's request. His hips moved in a pounding rhythm, driving Vin's erection into his hand at the same pace.
With a cry, Chris finally lost his control, sending his release out into Vin's trembling body in a hot wave. Vin, feeling the heat inside his body, echoed Chris' scream of ecstasy and felt his own juices spray out to coat his stomach and Chris hand. Vin felt Chris growing soft and flaccid inside him. The other man's forehead was resting heavily on his shoulder, his breath fanning out over his skin. Vin carefully pulled away from Chris, amazed at the empty feeling his body experienced as he climbed from the bed. Vin padded quietly to the bathroom before returning with a damp cloth. Chris watched him, his eyes drooping with weariness as Vin gently cleaned the two of them with the wash cloth.
Throwing the cloth into the small basket he knew Chris used for dirty clothes, Vin helped Chris under the warm sheets before joining him there. Vin lay his head down on Chris' chest, hearing the strong, steady beat of Chris' heart in his ear. His lover brought a hand up to slowly stroke Vin's hair as he pulled the man closer to him. Vin smiled as he felt his own eyes growing heavy. He leaned up for one last kiss before settling back down.
"Happy Valentine's Day." Chris chuckled, the sound a pleasant rumble in his chest.
"Little late, ain't it?" Chris felt the younger man's smile against him before he heard his answer.
"Well, better late than never, right?" Vin waited, hoping for the answer he himself was screaming inside. As Chris spoke, the sense of warmth that Vin had only known a few times in his life began to grow inside him. His blue eyes slid closed as Chris tightened his arms about him.
"You said it, cowboy."
THE END
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Postscript: - The story about Bloody Water Lagoon, along with the actual existence of said place, are entirely fictional. It was written merely for the plot line and is in no way slighting of the many men who have lost their lives in service.