ATF Universe
Chapter 8
He regretted the harsh words almost the instant they left his mouth. The stricken look that flashed across Chris's face and the way he dropped his gaze, refusing to even look at Vin, struck the younger man right through the heart. Chris had taken quite a beating today and all he could do was stand there and snap at him. Chris had defended him from Darden's vicious tongue and he was griping at him about it. Vin flushed guiltily for his rare show of temper and shook his head at himself in disgust.For his part, Chris lowered his head and looked away. He'd known it would happen. It was inevitable and he had only himself to blame. He'd blown it again and blown it badly. The look on Vin's face said everything he needed to know. That display of temper this morning had obviously frightened as well as disgusted Vin and the painful bruises marking Chris's body were a reminder of the fearsome temper and extreme violence he was capable of. Sarah had known it.seen it.and been afraid too. It was his own fault really and he couldn't blame Vin for being upset with him. Chris sighed heavily and closed his eyes against the pain that was tearing his heart apart.
Frustration and heartache evident in the tense line of his body, Chris thrust one hand through the wet strands of his hair as he turned away. He jerked slightly when a hand quickly cupped his face and pulled his head back around. Chris opened his tortured green eyes to find Vin's bright blue ones staring up at him. Neither man spoke for a moment, the only sound the rush of falling water as it flowed over their naked bodies and cascaded to the white porcelain floor below.
Vin was the first to speak, his soft drawl hesitant and apologetic as he tried to soothe the anguish on his lover's face. "Chris, I didn't mean."
But Chris interrupted him with a quick shake of his head, a small grimace of self-disgust crossing his features as he stumbled over the words that he knew needed to be said. "No, Vin. It's my fault. I never shoulda let that bastard rile me." He sighed tiredly and lowered his hand back to his side. "But when he started in saying them things.talking `bout you that way.I just couldn't.I." His voice faltered and he looked away before Vin gently laid two fingers over his mouth, the touch soothing, gentle, sure.and arousing.
"Hush, Chris," Vin ordered softly, a small smile flickering across his face. "Ain't nuthin ta explain. Heard mosta what he said `n I cain't rightly blame ya fer getting mad. Hell, reckon I'da walloped him good too fer sayin' stuff like `at `bout you." Vin wasn't sure that he could take Rick Darden but he'd damn sure die trying if the ATF instructor ever started spouting insults and saying those same things about Chris. But the young agent couldn't help but wonder what if things had been different? What if Chris hadn't won? What if Darden had managed to trap and pin Chris to the mat instead? A sudden vision of Chris's battered and bloody face beneath Darden's pounding fists flashed through his mind and Vin shuddered at the gruesome image.
His gaze falling to Chris's seductive mouth, Vin gently traced his fingers along the line of his lover's bruised lower lip. A sharp stab of pleasure shot through him when the tip of Chris's tongue came out to tap against his tender touch. Craving more, Vin lifted his other hand and cupped the lean face between his palms. He held fast when Chris tried to pull away. "I shouldan't have yelled like `at, Chris. Ya got hurt cuz o' me `n I jes wanna say I'm sorry, okay?" Vin murmured the words gently, lovingly, as he stood beneath the jet of water, holding on to Chris as if he would never let go. His right thumb began to caress the line of Chris's jaw, stroking across the short layer of dark blond stubble that covered the lower half of his face.
"Wanna make it up to ya, pard," he murmured seductively. Vin moved in closer until his mouth was but a hairsbreadth away from the tempting ripe fullness that he longed to possess. "Lemme.make it up to ya," he requested huskily, his warm breath feathering across Chris's mouth as he moved closer still. He could feel the heat radiating from Chris's spare frame, smell the scent of soap and the unique male fragrance that was Chris. The urge to lean into him and thrust his arousal against the other man was strong but Vin determinedly tamped down on his own need to concentrate on pleasuring Chris first.
Chris couldn't believe what he was hearing. Vin was apologizing to him. How on earth had that happened and just what the hell was Vin apologizing for in the first place? He should be the one saying "I'm sorry." He should be the one begging Vin's forgiveness and yet here he stood with Vin's hands caressing his face, the younger man's body straining toward his, passion-lit deep blue eyes begging to be pardoned for a sin he hadn't even committed. No, he was the one with the unholy temper who had smashed a man's face in because he'd dared to make crude insulting remarks about Vin.
A deep hot anger had taken over his mind and body, a black rage so dark that the very depths of hell seemed like a thousand brilliant lights by comparison. Hatred had welled up in him, so full and thick that it choked him until he couldn't breathe. The need for revenge and retribution had been like a living, breathing monster that consumed him with its fiery flames until all that was left was his fist smashing repeatedly into Rick Darden's battered face. Chris Larabee had ceased to exist.and a possessed demon from hell had risen up to take his place.
Chris didn't understand it. How could Vin want him? Why would anyone want someone who was so full of hate, rage, anger.and guilt? Why would anyone profess to love someone so consumed by bitterness and a thirst for revenge? For some reason, Vin wasn't rejecting him but Chris Larabee rejected himself and what he had become. He wasn't worthy of being loved by someone as special as Vin Tanner.
Chris tried to pull away again, his eyes lowered as he could no longer meet Vin's gaze. But those hands.the same hands that had first reached out to him in friendship, in need, in desire.in love.held him fast and refused to let go. With a heavy heart, Chris realized that he needed to make Vin understand. He was doing this for his own good. It was better that he push Vin away now.break things off before they got in too deep.before the violent emotions that roamed through his restless soul burst forth and destroyed something precious and fine.before Vin got hurt. He swallowed hard against the pain of loss building inside his chest.
"Chris?" Vin's gentle voice reached out to him, called to him on a deeply emotional level, twisted his gut into a painful knot until Chris felt physically ill from it. But the words wouldn't come, lodged somewhere deep inside him.knowing that they needed to be said and at the same time.dreading the emotional devastation that would be left behind. Long lonely empty years of pain and loss stretched out before Chris's minds eye.and he could feel his heart shattering with the impact much as Rick Darden's nose had shattered beneath his fist.
Vin didn't understand the myriad of emotions he saw flickering across Chris's face but at his lover's continued silence, he could feel his own tension and uncertainty mounting. It wasn't so much what Chris had said but what he wasn't saying that was starting to worry the younger man.not that Chris was ever much of a talker in the first place. And although they were standing but the space of a couple of inches apart, Vin swore that he could feel Chris drawing away from him, a chasm opening between them that was growing rapidly wider with each passing moment.and Vin didn't know how to stop it. All he knew for certain was that somehow he had to quickly close the distance between them.and stop Chris from running away again.
Suddenly desperate to break down the wall of silence building between them, Vin reacted instinctively and did the only thing he could think to do given the circumstances. Quickly sliding his right hand around to the back of Chris's neck and tunneling his fingers into the wet blond strands, he took firm hold of Chris's head and pulled the older man's face towards his. Opening his mouth, Vin proceeded to capture Chris's lips with his own, pressing.nibbling.stroking.sucking.moving his head back and forth so that his mouth slanted across his lover's time and again. Holding him fast, both hands now sliding into the flaxen locks, he felt Chris stiffen and gasp against his mouth as Vin's tongue darted out to taste.touch.lick.and caress in a growing symphony of white hot desire and passionate need.
Whoever said that all was fair in love and war had obviously never met Vin Tanner. Because in that brief moment of panic, when fair play and integrity were thrown out the window.in the battle to hold onto Chris Larabee's heart.the young man did the only thing that he could. Using long slow strokes of his mouth and tongue, he proceeded to try and kiss Chris Larabee senseless!
Chapter 9
The first kiss was savage, almost brutal in its desperation as Vin felt the resistance within Chris. His seeking mouth slanted firmly across his lover's time and again, pressing. probing.stroking.demanding entrance.submission.surrender. Chris's hands came up to take hold of his upper arms and Vin could feel himself being pushed away. Bracing his feet against the bottom edge of the tub for leverage, he used his body and leg strength to turn Chris and press him back against the wall.Wet slick bare skin met sculpted ridges of firm hard muscle as Vin pushed his lightly furred chest against Chris, feeling the ragged pounding of his lover's heart beneath the warm silken skin. Vin fisted his hands tightly in Chris's hair, refusing to let go.refusing to stop until both were desperate for air. He released Chris's mouth and took a deep gasping breath, the warm water from the shower pouring heedlessly over the press of their naked bodies as curls of steam floated in the air around them.
Chris was dizzy, his senses reeling, both from lack of oxygen and the intensity of Vin's fiercely demanding kiss. He tried to shake his head but was held fast by the hands knotted tightly within his hair. His green eyes wide as he struggled to regain his wits, Chris looked down to find Vin breathing hard as well, his blue eyes burning darkly with intent. Chris knew that look. He had seen it in Vin's eyes before. He also knew that somehow he had to put a stop to this before it was too late. And as much as his heart, body and soul were screaming at him to give in and take what Vin was offering, it just wasn't right. He couldn't use the younger man that way. He wouldn't use him that way.not to satisfy his own needs with no regard for what that might ultimately do to Vin.
"Vin, stop." Chris commanded in a husky voice. But his words weren't nearly as steady or strong as the older man would have liked. "Don't."
Those three words were all he managed to get out before Vin swooped in and claimed his mouth again for another searing kiss. The sweet torture coming from those generous lips sent thrills of pleasure racing along Chris's backbone like a charge of electricity. When Vin's tongue thrust sharply between his open lips and stroked along the roof of his mouth, Chris felt the caress rocket through his body all the way down to the ends of his toes. The thought dimly crossed his mind that he should try to push Vin away. But while he managed to remain passive beneath Vin's determined assault, his hands had somehow lost their will to turn down the invitation of the soft warm skin beneath his touch. His right index finger helplessly stroked the sensitive inner flesh of Vin's upper arm before he could stop himself. And he felt Vin smile against his lips at the telltale gentle caress.
Frustrated by Chris's resistance and half crazed with the taste and feel of his handsome lover, Vin couldn't help the small smile of triumph that crossed his face when he felt Chris's callused finger move against his arm. Whatever it was that was bothering Chris. whatever it was that had him stubbornly defying Vin's determined efforts at seduction wasn't enough to shut him out. Chris built a brick wall around himself once before and with one heated glance, Vin had somehow managed to break through that hostile barrier. He was determined to do so again.no matter what the cost.
Deciding to give Chris a short breather and a chance to change his mind, Vin pulled his mouth away and waited until his own breathing had slowed just a bit, his eyes roaming with undisguised pleasure over his lover's flushed features.
Trying desperately to infuse some anger into his voice when he was finally able to find it, Chris tried to reason with Vin once again. "Dammit, Vin! Cut the crap `n let go of me." He tried to give his young lover at least a semblance of his best icy glare but the attempt went unnoticed, as Vin was too busy being delighted by the telltale signs of Chris's obvious arousal.
Ya kin fight it all ya want, stud! Vin chuckled silently. But this is one time I'm gonna win.hands down!
When Vin didn't immediately obey his command, Chris found himself becoming angry, forgetting for the moment that most of his rage was directed solely at himself and not the loving young man trying desperately to woo him with his mouth. "Goddammit! Get offa me!" Chris exploded. "Just who the hell do you think you are? I ain't some two-dollar whore for you to be pawing at! Now let go of me, dammit, or you ain't gonna have a leg left to stand on!"
Vin took Chris's angry words almost like a sharp stinging slap to the face. Distressed blue eyes locked on furious green ones as the two men silently glared at one another. Any other man would have taken Chris's words at face value and rapidly walked away. Any other man would have recognized the dangerous deadly beast prowling within him and quickly done as ordered. Any other man would have cowered beneath the glacial green gaze that was now colder and harder than the solid blue depths of an iceberg.
But Vin Tanner wasn't just any other man! He had claimed Chris Larabee for his own six months ago and whatever bee it was that Chris had up his butt wasn't going to frighten him off or stop him from keeping what was his. The sooner Chris got that through that thick skull of his, the sooner they could stop all this shit and get down to what Vin knew they both really wanted and desperately needed.making passionate love to each other all fucking night long!
His determined blue eyes stared directly into Chris's flushed face as Vin ordered, "Larabee.shut the hell up!"
Angered further by Vin's refusal to back off, Chris opened his mouth, intent on telling his young lover to go straight to hell. His grip tightened once again on Vin's arms only to find him already moving forward, his mouth forcefully covering Chris's for the third time and shutting off the heated flow of words. Chris felt his head snap back against the tile with the strength of Vin's possession, his torn and tender mouth brutalized by the younger man's assault. He felt the firm wall of Vin's chest pushing him backwards, his hands tightening painfully in the short strands of Chris's hair. Over and over again, he felt Vin's lips slant across his mouth, his tongue forcing its way past the row of even white teeth, stroking. sucking.licking.plundering.
Chris knew he should protest.fight back.shove Vin away.force him to let go, but somehow he couldn't seem to make his limbs obey his mind's command. He'd told Vin to stop and demanded to be released.all to no avail. What Vin was doing could be considered rape.and Chris suddenly didn't care. Truth be told, he wanted this.needed it in fact almost as much as he needed his next breath. He wanted Vin's anger, his fire, his heat, his lust.his hatred even. He wanted all the angry violent emotions he had unleashed that morning when he had smashed Darden's face to return in full force and be used against him.because he knew he deserved it. He deserved to be punished for what he'd done.the trust he had broken.the love he had betrayed.the lives he had destroyed.
Suddenly despondent, all the resistance drained out of Chris's tall lean frame and he stood passively beneath the onslaught of Vin's marauding mouth, not responding and yet not fighting back either.accepting of his fate, this punishment that he felt he so fittingly deserved. Willing to let himself be used to satisfy Vin's needs but yet, take nothing for himself.because he was no longer worthy of him.
Deeply immersed in the scent, taste and feel of his lover, Vin didn't know what had just happened but he felt the tension drain completely from Chris's body.felt that wonderful seductive mouth go slack beneath the force of his own questing lips.felt the hard hands release their hold on his arms only to fall lifelessly at Chris's side. Confused by the sudden change, Vin drew back and stared up into Chris's solemn features, seeing clearly for the first time the despair and pain filling the exquisite depths of his emerald eyes. His hands loosened their death grip on Chris's hair, sliding forward to cup and stroke the high cheekbones.seeking.asking.begging Chris to please just look at him.talk to him.
Something was clearly wrong and that yawning chasm that Vin was trying so desperately to bridge seemed to have just gotten a whole lot wider. His heart in his mouth, Vin tried to again reach out and connect with the man who was the other half of his soul.
"Chris?"
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The quiet voice tore through him with all the accuracy of a well-aimed bullet, leaving behind a gaping hole that he knew would never heal if Vin were gone. Hardly able to breathe at the likelihood of losing his other self, Chris closed his eyes. He didn't want to look into those deep blue orbs that somehow never failed to see into the depths of his very soul. Everyone always said the two of them had a special bond right from the beginning, a unique friendship that somehow allowed them to communicate on a much deeper level where words weren't necessary. He couldn't risk Vin looking into his eyes and seeing the raw emotion and pain that resided there.He refused to be the object of Vin's pity.not when what he really needed was his love. Chris wouldn't settle for less.
And Vin didn't deserve less.
Other than closing his eyes, Chris made no response to Vin's soft query. It was almost as if he hadn't heard him. But something was terribly wrong and Vin could feel his own fear growing with the continued silence. His mouth went dry and he swallowed hard as he realized that he was losing Chris.and Vin didn't even know why or how.
Goddammit, you bastard! Don't do this!
What the hell had happened in that short span of time since the passionate tender kiss they shared early this morning? What had gone so horribly wrong that Chris was now pulling away from him, shutting him out of his heart.and perhaps even his life?
I'm not gonna let you do this!
His hands still cupped around Chris's face, Vin shook him lightly as he pleaded, "No, Chris. Don't do this. Don't shut me out. Talk to me, dammit! Tell me what's wrong!" Still pressed intimately against him, Vin could feel the hard shudder that rippled through Chris's frame with his words, still feel the length of his arousal trapped between their wet bodies. But other than the rough tremor and a brief soundless swallow, Chris remained motionless and silent.
Vin could feel tears burning at the back of his eyes and knew that he was losing his heart. His voice strained and husky with emotion, he begged brokenly, "Don't do this to me. Don't do this to us! Talk to me, ya stubborn bastard!" Closing his eyes and dropping his head in despair, his forehead came to rest against the side of Chris's whiskered jaw as his hands continued to hold the face of the man he loved more than life itself. His breathing ragged, Vin inhaled deeply several times, turning so that his own face was nearly buried against Chris's neck, dragging in the heady male scent that forever haunted his dreams.
Finding the warm flesh beneath his mouth too much of a temptation to resist, Vin tentatively placed a gentle kiss over the strong pulse he found beating there. Wanting more, he turned his head and buried his nose against the length of Chris's throat, nuzzling deep against the slick wet skin and sliding his face and open mouth back and forth in a sensual caress. His hands circled around to cup the back of Chris's head and pull him closer, wanting desperately to absorb the very essence of his lover into himself and never let go.
Words were forgotten as Vin moaned softly with the heated longing rippling through his body. He couldn't stop himself from needing to be closer to Chris. Wanting more.wanting to feel him.all of him. Pressing forward with his hips, he shifted his weight and rotated his pelvis, stroking Chris's body with the length of his hardened arousal. He gloried in his lover's response when he felt Chris shudder and gasp against him, felt the first tentative butterfly touches of those elegant hands as they fluttered indecisively about his shoulders. Smiling slightly against Chris's throat, he rotated his hips again and was rewarded when Chris grabbed hold of him, those long lean fingers digging almost painfully into his naked flesh. Only this time, Chris wasn't trying to push him away. Blinding joy surged through Vin when the older man tried to pull him even closer still.
Thank God! Vin breathed silently, a low purr of pleasure slipping from between his lips.
Determined to continue his sensual assault and break down the barriers Chris was trying to erect between them, Vin decided the time for talk was past. Now, he focused solely on getting through to Chris with his love.and his body. They had always connected on a much more basic level anyway, one that didn't require words so much as a look.a touch.or a simple smile. Vowing to make Chris desperately want him, Vin began feathering light kisses along the length of Chris's jaw, around the point of his chin and then back again. He tasted the warm flesh, felt the rough covering of stubble, explored the silken line of bruised lower lip and teased the small cleft in the center with the tip of his nimble tongue.
All coherent thought deserted Chris at the first stroke of Vin's hips against his own, a flame igniting deep within his gut that quickly blazed a trail through the rest of his body and threatened to consume him from the inside out. Each touch of Vin's lips was like a fiery brand, marking his flesh and burning him with an intensity that threatened to set his very soul on fire. Suddenly, all the sharp words and violent emotions, all the self-hatred and anger Chris had used to try and push Vin away, to convince himself that he didn't deserve the younger man were unimportant.almost non-existent in the face of the overwhelming desire and need flowing between them. All that was left was the young man whose gentle hands cradled the back of his head, whose body caressed the length of his own and whose mouth was performing a tender erotic dance of pleasure across his skin.
Vin moved again and Chris mindlessly reached for him, his muscular arms curling around the slender form and convulsively digging his fingers into the firm curve of shoulder. Bowing his head, Chris released a deep shuddering sigh of longing as he buried his face in the wet strands of dark brown hair covering the side of Vin's neck. Breathing deeply, he inhaled Vin's distinctive male scent, pulling it deep within his lungs, desperately wanting to somehow absorb his lover inside himself forever. A fine trembling seized him as he held Vin close in his arms, his mouth moving blindly through the damp tendrils, seeking the warm flesh of the other man's throat.
Vin almost panicked when Chris moved unexpectedly but breathed another quiet sigh of relief when the older man merely pressed his face against the side of his neck. He held Chris close, his arms dropping to encircle the trim waist as his hands slid around to caress the firm muscular ridges along the length of his spine. Vin felt Chris trembling within his arms and knew a desperate need to comfort and soothe his lover. Turning his head just a bit, he found Chris's left ear close to his mouth and placed a soft kiss against the delicate outer shell before tracing his tongue around the inner curve. He sucked the fleshy lobe into his mouth and proceeded to gently nibble and lick the delectable treat.
Closing his eyes, Vin let his mouth and tongue roam freely over the thin silken skin surrounding Chris's ear, down to the angle of his jaw and along his throat, across the length of his collarbone and outward to a well-muscled shoulder before retracing the path upwards once more. Taking Chris's earlobe between his teeth this time, he bit down sharply and then proceeded to pacify the injured flesh with long slow strokes of his tongue. His hands began a circular motion on the tightly corded muscles of Chris's lower back, his strong fingers kneading and massaging, working their way up to his shoulder blades before moving down again, past Chris's hips and over the taut rounded flesh of his buttocks. Spreading his fingers wide and filling both hands with Chris's body, Vin almost savagely pulled the other man to him as he ground his hips against his lover.
Lost in the web of erotic sensations that Vin was weaving with his mouth and hands, Chris wasn't prepared when the younger man grabbed hold of him and thrust his erection against his hip. A bolt of pure unadulterated lust shot through him, throbbing hotly and centering low in his own needy cock as he gasped for air. Chris's head flew back as another hard shudder wracked his frame and he felt his knees begin to buckle. The only thing that saved him from falling were his own arms locked around Vin's back and shoulders and his lover's firm grip on his ass.
Feeling Chris start to go down, Vin instinctively tightened his hold while pressing him back against the wall with his body, effectively pinning Chris in place against the wet tile. Vin quickly opened his eyes and raised his head, turning to look into Chris's flushed face. "Easy there, pard! I've got ya!" he murmured huskily, pleased to find that Chris's breathing was just as ragged as his own. He watched entranced as Chris's pink tongue came out to lick his lips and was hard pressed not to lean in and offer up his own mouth for ransom. The glazed expression in the darkened depths of Chris's eyes betrayed a hunger that Vin knew was merely a reflection of his own desperate need.
"Vin." Chris managed to moan softly, an entire world of desire and longing contained within that one simple syllable.
Letting go of Chris's buttocks, Vin slid his hands up the sleek wet body to take hold of Chris's face again and turn him so that they looked directly into each other eyes. " `S all right. I'm here. I got ya, Chris, `n I ain't letting go." Earnest blue eyes met green as Vin whispered huskily, "I love you."
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Those three simple words were the final volley in the war Vin was waging to break down the walls Chris was trying to surround himself with. And Vin could have kicked himself for not thinking to say them earlier.but then again, Ezra was always telling him that timing was the key to everything. Maybe saying it earlier wouldn't have been the right time. Still, the joy and relief shining down at him now from Chris's eyes was well worth the wait. Whatever it was that had upset him earlier just needed to be exorcised by those three heartfelt words, and Vin wanted to say them again."Chris, I love you."
The last of Chris's self-restraint broke the second time that Vin said he loved him, the rush of relief and love filling him so strongly that he roughly pulled the younger man to him and claimed his mouth in a hungry passionate kiss. His arms tightened about the lean frame, pulling his heart's desire closer, wanting Vin to feel the wild joyous beat surging beneath his skin and find the echoing reply deep within his lover's heart. Almost frantically, Chris's mouth slanted over Vin's, taking and plundering, driving his tongue deep into the moist recesses of his mouth. Needing more, Chris angled his head sideways and lifted one hand to cradle the back of Vin's head, pressing the full warm lips even closer as their tongues entwined and began to dance.
Vin moaned softly into Chris's mouth, his eyes closed with the ecstasy running through his lean hard frame. He tunneled his left hand upwards through the short strands of blond hair while the other lowered to curve around a firmly muscled shoulder, glorying in the feel of hot silken skin beneath his touch. He returned Chris's eager kiss in full measure, his own lips seeking and finding what he desperately desired before inviting that questing tongue deep inside his mouth. He shivered helplessly at the greedy give and take of their blended mouths, the taste and texture of Chris's flesh, the passionate promise of the mutual fulfillment to come.
Only when they broke the kiss, gasping from lack of air, and rested briefly against each other did Vin finally allow himself a small triumphant smile. This was what he had wanted in the first place. This was why he had followed Chris into the shower and began the seductive game that he knew would drive his lover into a frenzy. They were back to square one and Vin fully intended to resume his playful sport.
Lifting his head from Chris's shoulder, he asked huskily, "So, Cowboy! Ready ta let me finish what I started a while back?"
Chris's glazed eyes stared at him blankly for a moment until Vin released his shoulder and reached for more of the liquid soap. Raising an inquiring brow, he waited until Chris gave him a short nod of understanding before resuming the loving task he had begun earlier. Pulling his hand from Chris's hair, Vin rubbed the liquid between his palms as he eased back to give himself room to work. Satisfied that Chris was able to stand under his own power, Vin placed his hands against his lover's throat and began to gently massage and wash the heated skin beneath his touch.
He could feel every rapid beat of the pulse pounding beneath his hands and bit down on his lower lip to stifle a chuckle when he heard the low growl issuing from Chris's throat. He grinned when Chris closed his eyes and threw his head back at the sensuous glide of Vin's soap-covered hands over his flesh. Dropping lower, Vin caressed and washed the strong line of Chris's shoulders and collarbone, stopping briefly to press a soft open-mouthed kiss into the hollow of his throat. The shudder that wracked through Chris's body at the tender tribute communicated itself clearly through the hands that now clutched convulsively at Vin's shoulders.
Trailing downward, Vin ran his hands over the diamond hard points of the aroused male nipples on each side of Chris's torso. He circled through the light covering of hair in between and stroked across the well-defined chest muscles before returning to the small patches of darker flesh. Hearing the low purr issuing from the back of his lover's throat, he lingered there for several endless moments, his hands circling and rubbing, gliding back and forth in a soft sensuous caress before tweaking the rigid nubs between his fingers. Chris's body jerked slightly at the sharp sensation, his blatant arousal brushing against Vin's hip and arrowing a path of molten heat to the sharpshooter's own engorged shaft. Vin bit down on his lip again and paused, struggling for control, determined to hold back his own needs for the time being, wanting to wait until he had thoroughly pleasured Chris before finding his own release.
Resuming his tender ministrations, Vin refilled his hands with soap before continuing downward across Chris's lower ribcage and his flat washboard abdomen. Mindful of his injuries, Vin kept his hands soft and delicate, tentatively tracing and exploring the sleek wet body, assuring himself that there was no permanent damage left behind by Rick Darden's punishing blows. He felt Chris flinch briefly a time or two when he touched a particularly sensitive spot but other than the nearly soundless purring coming from his throat, Chris remained silent, eyes closed, mouth open and head thrown back, a grimace of ecstasy covering his fair features.
Vin's agile fingers skated around Chris's trim waist and the outline of his hips, attentive to the area of purplish discoloration that he had inadvertently grabbed hold of earlier. He traced the edge of the bruise with the tip of one gentle finger before bending his knees and placing a light kiss over the badge of courage that now adorned his lover's body. Chris's hands still held his shoulders and he felt those long elegant fingers twitch convulsively with the loving tribute. Turning his head slightly, Vin let his hungry gaze roam over the solid length of Chris's arousal and was hard pressed not to reach over and take the distended organ within his mouth. He settled instead for blowing softly upon it then filled his hands with more soap before skirting around the obvious proof of Chris's desire and the nest of curling dark blond hair surrounding it.
When Vin's hot breath blew over his cock, Chris's body spasmed as he sucked in a deep gasping breath. He was certain that he was going to come right there on the spot. He swallowed hard against the knot of lust deep within his gut and struggled to remain in control of his body.at least for the time being. He desperately wanted to wait until Vin was truly with him before releasing the liquid proof of his passion. But those talented agile hands of his lover were driving him straight into a frenzied mindless oblivion. Needing to feel that hot wet mouth settle around him, Chris's hands moved to tangle helplessly in the wet strands of Vin's hair, urging the younger man's face towards his groin, begging silently for his release. Chris groaned out loud in frustration when Vin merely shook his head and pulled out of his grasp.
"No, not yet," Vin managed to murmur against the painful grip Chris had on his hair. He was determined to fully pleasure Chris before finally bringing him to an explosive climax. No amount of urging from the other man was going to make him hurry in his task. This was Vin's game and he was determined to play it by his rules.a fitting punishment, he thought, for being forced to sit on the sidelines and watch the beating that Chris had deliberately taken on his behalf.
Widening his stance and dropping to his knees inside the tub, Vin felt the spray of water washing over him as he ran his hands down the front length of each of Chris's long legs, thoroughly enjoying the provocative play as his fingers traced over muscle, bone and sinew. He reached for Chris's right foot and ran a finger experimentally along the arch, chuckling delightedly when his lover's toes curled in response. He'd have to remember that particular piece of information for later, Vin decided with a sly grin as he applied the same treatment to Chris's left foot as well.
Finishing his task there, Vin rose gracefully to his feet, sliding up the length of Chris's body and placing a soft kiss on the underside of his jaw. Filling his hands with still more soap, he ordered huskily, "Now turn around!"
Chris's eyes snapped open and he looked down at Vin in confusion. His senses told him that the younger man had just spoken but for the life of him, he didn't know what he had said. Chris hadn't been able to hear anything over the frantic beating of his heart or the sound of his ragged breath rasping in and out.or was that perhaps the rush of water from the shower streaming all around them?
"Wh.what?" Chris barely managed to croak in a hoarse whisper.
A wicked grin of delight lit Vin's face as he took in Chris's glazed and bemused expression. "Ya heard me. I said turn around," the younger man managed to order in a stern voice while trying not to laugh at the trap he had sprung on his lover. Chris was well ensnared now and no matter how much he might think he wanted out, Vin was not about to let him go. When Chris still hesitated to follow his command, Vin reached up with one hand and firmly took hold of him by the shoulder. Using that as leverage, he stepped back and turned Chris around until he was facing the wall of tile directly beneath the showerhead. Pressing up against his lover's back, Vin slid both hands down the length of Chris's arms and encircled the older man's wrists with his hands. He then leaned up and whispered into Chris's ear, "Or maybe I oughta say assume the position!"
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