ATF Universe
Chapter 12
The older man shivered then tensed slightly but he offered no resistance as Vin stretched Chris's arms above his head and placed his hands flat against the wet tile. He stood there, breathing hard, while Vin's hands made a slow tortuous parody of a police pat-down as he frisked Chris from behind, touching and stroking him everywhere he could reach. Everywhere.except the one place that his lover most wanted him to touch. Chris nearly screamed with frustration at Vin's teasing and started to reach for his aching shaft himself, intent on finding at least some small measure of relief, feeling like he would soon explode if he didn't. But Vin quickly captured his wrist and softly commanded Chris to leave his hands against the wall."Can't have ya ruining my fun, now can I, pard?" Vin breathed huskily. "That there's my job."
His job? Chris just wished to hell that he'd get on with it. He didn't know how much more of this teasing he could take. Vin was driving him out of his mind and if he didn't do something about it soon, Chris swore he wasn't going to be responsible for the consequences. His hands curled into tight fists against the tile and he resolutely bit down on his bruised lower lip, fighting against the release he could feel building inside him, wanting Vin's hands and body there to share it with him. God, had he ever felt like this before.ever felt this needy and desperate.as if he would die if Vin didn't touch him?
Thoroughly enjoying his command over his handsome lover, Vin decided to see just how far he could push Chris before that vaunted control of Larabee's snapped. To his mind, it was just and fitting punishment for Chris's earlier behavior and Vin was determined to exact his pound of flesh for every offense the older man had committed.and even some he hadn't! His hands filled with liquid soap, he began to knead the taut muscles of Chris's neck, shoulders and upper back. The solid physique beneath his massaging fingers shuddered every now and then, and Vin felt the low groan issuing from his lover's throat long before he even heard it. He let his hands work their way lower, caressing and stroking the long lines and crests of muscle and bone, enjoying the luxury of being able to openly and wantonly touch Chris without fear of discovery or reprisal.
He moved down to the slender waist and held Chris there while running his thumbs along the tight muscles of his lower back, pressing firmly against the solid ridges running along the length of his spine. A heartfelt groan of appreciation erupted from deep within Chris's throat at the movement of those strong hands and Vin repeated the caress knowing how much Chris was enjoying his attention there. Fanning his fingers out over Chris's narrow hips, mindful of the deep bruise left by a punishing blow, Vin stroked the soft skin covering the other man's pelvis and began to slowly slide his hands around toward the front. He felt Chris's quickly indrawn breath and the tensing of his body beneath his hands but deliberately kept his touch light and teasing, refusing to be drawn to the waiting heat of Chris's highly aroused manhood. His fingers barely traced the edges of the curling hair that trailed down to the center of his lover's desire before Vin was pulling his hands away again.
"Dammit, Vin!" Chris gasped in near desperation only to jerk in surprise when those same hands grabbed hold of his buttocks and squeezed firmly before soothingly rubbing the taut rounded mounds of flesh.
His hands full of Chris's tight ass, Vin leaned in close enough to whisper in his lover's ear, his voice rasping and low as he commanded once again, "I said don't move, Chris! Now, ya either do whut I say `r else I might jes have ta." Vin allowed his voice to trail off without completing the threat as Chris strained to hear his words. The younger man smiled mischievously, all sorts of wicked and delicious ideas of what he'd like to do to Chris running through his mind while leaving his soft warning unfinished.
Chris's entire body tensed in anticipation, the corded muscles of his arms and back standing out in stark relief against his fair skin. He risked a quick glance over his shoulder to determine the extent of sincerity behind Vin's threat but couldn't see the younger man's face as he slithered down the length of Chris's backside to wash the span of his legs and ankles. His right knee buckled when Vin placed a tender kiss on the soft skin and Chris drew in a deep excited breath as those magical hands began to work their way back up his body. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. His cock was rock hard as it was and if Vin didn't give him relief soon, Chris knew he would die!
His breath coming in sharp halting gasps, he managed to rasp out, "You might.just have.to do what?" as Chris clenched his teeth together to keep from screaming with the fierce need clawing at his guts. An answering chuckle from Vin assured him that the younger man was indeed enjoying this seductive game of torture he was playing with Chris's body.
Vin straightened and leaned close, a low enticing laugh sounding in Chris's ear as he replied, "Oh, I might jes have ta do sumthin like.maybe arrest ya? `Spose I could cuff ya.or maybe I oughta jes." Vin left his sentence unfinished until his hands suddenly snaked around Chris's waist again, tunneled through the crisp curling dark blond hair and grabbed hold of the hot hard shaft nestled in the center. ".jes rough ya up some!" He finished in a hoarse voice, his own body responding excitedly to the feel of the silk-covered steel he now held grasped tightly between his hands.
A low cry erupted from between Chris's clenched teeth when Vin's hands moved to take hold of him. His neck arched back as his eyes closed, a grimace of undeniable pleasure crossing the rugged lines of his face. His left hand darted up to blindly grasp the silver pipe of the showerhead, needing something solid to hold onto as his knees threatened to give way again. His right hand wedged itself tightly in the corner of the shower wall, muscles corded and tense. A long drawn out groan rumbled from somewhere deep within his chest. Just the touch of Vin's hands nearly brought him to a climax right then and there. As it was, he could already feel the warm fluid leaking from the tip of his swollen member and knew that all Vin had to do was stroke him to send him flying outside himself.
Vin hands moved slightly, eliciting another groan from Chris, as he adjusted his hold on the older man. He could feel Chris's body jump and twitch beneath his fingertips as he began to slowly but firmly stroke the hot flesh. An answering heat flowed through his own body but he firmly pushed it aside to concentrate on the silken member pulsing heavily between his palms. Moving his hands slowly up the length of his lover, Vin applied firm pressure, thoroughly enjoying the low throaty moans issuing from Chris's mouth. He lightly squeezed the head, earning a sharp hip thrust from the man held captive within his arms, before he returned to the base to begin the journey all over again.
Slow.it was too damned slow! He wanted more.needed more.needed it harder.faster! Oh, God! Gasping for breath, Chris growled at his lover. "Dammit, Vin! Stop.teasing me! You're making me.crazy!" His words were followed by another powerful thrust as Vin's hands moved over him again, this time raking a fingernail across the tip where droplets of fluid continued to seep before being washed away by the water cascading over their naked bodies.
Thrilled by the raw passion evident in his lover's voice, Vin laughed huskily. "Think that's the general idea, pard! Wouldn't be doin' it right if'n I didn't!" He gave Chris's hardened member a firm squeeze, eliciting a sharp gasp from the blond-headed man at the mixed sensation of pleasure and pain combined. He continued his deliberate stroking, feeling the tension in his lover's body mount with each steady caress, moving slowly. carefully.teasingly.up his length and then back again without releasing his hold.
Chris's hips began to move back and forth, easily finding the slow rhythm, thrusting his cock into Vin's hands while keeping time with the measured pace of his lover's stroking. The riot of sensations flooding through him kept taking him higher and higher, his body spiraling in an ever-increasing whirlwind of desire and delicious torment. Damn, but Vin was good at this! His fingers knew just where to press and stroke, trace the vein throbbing along the length of his shaft, scratch gently at the sensitive slit.squeeze the swollen glans before sending him into oblivion.
A ragged groan of disappointment and frustration escaped his lips as Vin took Chris right to the edge of his release but then stopped when he felt the older man begin to climax, his hands stilling their motion and easing up on the pressure. Chris's head sagged forward as he rested his hot forehead against the cool smooth tile while he struggled to catch his breath. Nearly desperate for relief, he again started to reach down with one hand to finish it himself but found his wrist quickly imprisoned in Vin's iron grasp. The husky tone of his lover's teasing drawl sounded close to his ear as he felt Vin lean into him.
"Not so fast there, Cowboy! What'd I tell ya `bout moving? Now be still `n let me finish," he ordered in a low commanding voice.
And that was precisely what Chris wanted. For Vin to finish him and he wasn't shy about letting the younger man know. "Dammit, Vin. Just do it then! Do me, for chrissakes. please!" he cried out in a hoarse voice choked full of passion and pain, his body shuddering helplessly with the feel of Vin's hot smooth skin against his back, his hands around his aching shaft.
The desperate plea in Chris's throaty voice was like an aphrodisiac to the blood pumping heatedly through Vin's veins. He could feel an answering need deep within his own body, centering low and heavy within his groin. His hands moved restlessly, his hips shifting against Chris's backside, pressing and stroking the responsive body that was his to command, rubbing his shaft between the cleft of the tight smooth buttocks. Chris wanted him.in this time and in this place.and that was all that mattered. Tomorrow would take care of itself.just as long as he could somehow hold onto Chris and never let go.
Vin's hands moved again as he stroked Chris's length, pressing and touching.pushing and pulling.up and down.squeezing and releasing the thick steel shaft beneath his fingers. Twice more he brought Chris to the edge and then waited before finally finishing him, the masculine hips thrusting in a wild frantic rhythm with the stroking of his hands. The incoherent cries coming from Chris only drove him further and higher, his own body responding to the mindless urgings issuing from his lover's throat. It wasn't until Chris began thrusting uncontrollably into his hands that Vin ceased the sweet torture and tightened his grip, one arm curling around Chris's waist to hold him securely while the hand of the other held firm.
Chris couldn't think.couldn't breathe.couldn't do anything except feel, his body responding mindlessly to the touch of Vin's hands and the warm naked body pressed against him from behind, the silken shaft teasing him as he thrust backward then forward, wanting more.begging for more.demanding more. Had Vin ever tortured him like this in the past? Had Vin ever made him feel this all-consuming desire before? Had he ever ached this much to take and be taken? To fill and be filled? Had he ever hungered to be consumed like this by the fire ignited within his soul that began, continued and ended with Vin Tanner?
His hips found a fierce joyous rhythm of their own, thrusting frenziedly through the circle of Vin's fingers, fast and furious, wild and uncontrolled as the air rasped in and out of his lungs in rapid cadence. His mind numb except to the pleasure racing through his body, Chris couldn't stop the scream of passion that erupted from his lips as he gave one last thrust into the hard hands holding him tight, "Vinnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" before he collapsed, sobbing and gasping for air against the tile, white creamy fluid covering the wall and washing away with the water now cooling their heated bodies.
Hearing Chris's scream, Vin opened his lips wide and left a trail of scorching kisses along the width of his shoulders and neck, his tongue tasting and touching, his lips seeking and caressing, his teeth nibbling and biting the sensitive flesh that shuddered continually beneath his mouth. His name on Chris's impassioned lips had to be the sweetest sound that Vin had ever heard. The naked longing and desire contained within that one word burrowed deep within the haze of need that held his own body enthralled just as Chris climaxed, leaving the older man once again on the verge of collapse. Hastily, he tightened his arm around his lover's middle, releasing his hold on Chris's now limp rod to grasp hold of the bar from which the shower curtain was suspended, only barely managing to keep them both from sliding to the floor of the tub beneath Chris's weight.
Holding him close for several long silent moments, his mouth feathering delicate kisses over Chris's wet skin, Vin finally asked, "Ya getting water-logged yet, Cowboy?" Receiving a barely perceptible nod in response, the younger man responded, "Good, cuz I reckon we oughta git outta this here tub `n take this party in ta the bedroom."
Chapter 13
Chris remained silent, greedily gulping air, while Vin reached down to shut off the flow of water and pull back the shower curtain. Residual tremors coursed through his lean frame leaving him more than a bit unsteady on his feet. His mind and body were still reeling from the cataclysmic orgasm Vin had just given him and Chris wasn't sure he would ever recover. He was grateful for the arm that the younger man kept wrapped firmly around his waist as the pair exited from the tub. Chris wasn't sure he could have managed the deed on his own. His legs felt too weak.The tile floor was cold beneath his feet but it felt good against the heat of Chris's skin as he stood trembling quietly within the half-circle of Vin's arm. The depth of his reaction to Vin's lovemaking had left him stunned and shaken. He didn't know what to say.or more precisely what he should say at this point. If he'd had any strength left to throw his head back and howl at the moon, he would! But somehow, words between them no longer seemed important.
What was important was the fact that they were here.together.the two of them sharing the afterglow of an incredible intimacy that barely began to touch the surface of the fire that burned brilliantly between them. And it was something that Chris Larabee had never expected to have in his life ever again.not after Sarah's death. Lord knows he hadn't been looking for someone else.not that there hadn't been other women to share his bed or who wanted to make a permanent place for themselves in his life. But these feelings for Vin had come at him from out of the blue, taking them both by surprise and leading them down a path that neither had ever expected to take.
Dazed, Chris lifted his head only to catch sight of their shared reflection in the mirror, its shiny silver surface half-covered by the heated mist and rivulets of condensed water. And it struck him once again how there was something so right in that picture.something so fine and good.to see the length of wet brown curls strewn about Vin's shoulders, his blue eyes dark with passion and promise, his arm wrapped securely around Chris's mid-section.something that filled a need deep within him that he hadn't even been aware of until he had first laid eyes on Vin Tanner.
He had found the missing half of his soul that day even though it had taken him some time to realize it. And now, he'd come close to losing that again.nearly thrown it all away out of anger.and fear. Chris shook his head at his own foolishness. How could he have been so blind? Vin Tanner wasn't the kind of man to run from a fight and it would take a helluva lot more than his damnable Larabee temper to drive away the one person who probably knew him better than anyone else on this earth. Hell, if Vin had any idea of the thoughts chasing themselves around in Chris Larabee's head earlier, he would have probably called him all kinds of a fool and left him to drown in his own shower for his sheer stupidity!
But Vin was here.now.with him.and Chris wasn't about to let go. And neither it seemed was Vin.
With his free hand, Vin reached over for a towel and looked up to find Chris watching him in the mirror. His eyes remained dark, the pupils still dilated from the afterglow of making love and Vin allowed himself a small satisfied smile at the expression on Chris's face. The tight lines surrounding his mouth had eased and his features no longer held the gaunt haunted look that had covered his pale countenance. A soft blush of rosy color remained on the high line of his cheekbones but the pulse beating at the base of his throat had slowed to almost its normal rhythm. Vin's eyes dropped lower to caress the reflection of bare chest glistening with drops of water and almost groaned out loud as he watched one crystal bead trail its way down the smooth perfect flesh only to disappear in the shadow of dark curling hair leading downwards.
It was an incredibly erotic sight and Vin's body reacted strongly to it, his hands and mouth aching to follow that same trail and feel Chris's blood pumping furiously again beneath his touch. Just the thought of giving in to his own desires brought about a renewed pulsing deep within him and Vin swallowed hard against his escalating need. He had other plans for them at the moment, plans that he wanted to share with Chris. Everything was arranged and waiting for them in the bedroom. His own gratification could wait for just a bit longer because Vin knew it would be well worth it.
Releasing Chris, he stepped back and quickly wrapped the towel around his own waist, hoping that the cotton material would provide enough of a barrier to discourage his unruly body from following through with its demands. Vin grabbed a second towel and began to gently dry the traces of water from Chris's back and shoulders. He rubbed the cloth back and forth, wiping and stroking, enjoying the feel of hard muscle beneath the texture of the towel as he worked. Gliding downwards, he dried the length of Chris's spine, the trim waist.the narrow hips. His movements slowed as he lingered over the taut buttocks, filling his hands through the towel, squeezing and rubbing gently.enough to earn a quiet moan of pleasure from deep within Chris's throat and bring an answering smile to Vin's face.
It was then the most natural thing in the world for Vin to lean down and place a soft kiss in the middle of Chris's lower back as he worked his way along the length of one leg and then back up the other. He was tempted to tickle Chris's foot again but decided to save that sweet torture for later when he could give it his undivided attention. Rising to his feet, he absently trailed the edge of the towel upwards along Chris's body before placing a hand on his shoulder to turn him around.
Vin's seductive torture was making Chris crazy. The caress of those hands covered by the slightly abrasive cotton had his body heating up and his pulse pounding all over again. It was deliberate. It had to be.that firm grasp, the quick squeeze, all that rubbing.the kiss to his lower back. Delicious.slow.sweet.torture.and Chris had never felt so desired or cherished in his entire life. The way Vin was making him feel was tying his gut up in knots, aching to return those sensuous strokes and caresses, longing with every breath to touch and be touched.to love and be loved.and most of all, to take and be taken.
When Vin touched his shoulder and turned him around, Chris's hands came up to pull the younger man close, wanting to enfold him tightly within his embrace and kiss that knowing smirk off of his sweet lips. But Vin determinedly pushed Chris's hands down and silently shook his head at him to indicate that he was not finished, his deep blue eyes wordlessly begging Chris to be patient.letting him know that he would be well rewarded in the end. Wanting to please his young lover, Chris followed Vin's dictates and let him resume his task.
Covering Chris's head with the towel, Vin briskly dried his hair, leaving the short blond strands spiking out in all directions before running one hand through the locks to comb them back into some semblance of order. He gave Chris a gentle teasing smile as he brushed a few remaining tufts off of his forehead before sliding his index finger down the length of the older man's nose. He quickly snatched his hand away when Chris tried to capture his finger in his mouth. Taking one corner of the towel, Vin dried Chris's face before taking the length of cloth in his hands and running it firmly over the sculpted lines of his upper torso.
Vin stopped when he felt Chris flinch again and pulled the towel away so that he could view for himself the damage that Darden's hands and feet had inflicted. Having been a bit distracted earlier, he hadn't looked just yet. He had only felt Chris's response to his fingers passing over his chest where he'd been hit and hadn't realized the full extent to which his love had been hurt.
The younger man hissed and cursed under his breath at what he found. "Damn, Cowboy!"
It was almost enough to make him change his mind over the plans he had made for their evening together.almost.but not quite. Chris was definitely going to need some tending to and Vin was determined that at least this once, the older man was going to give in and let himself be taken care of. Oh, there would be the typical bad-natured griping and bitching, he was sure. And no one could ever say that Chris gave in to anything gracefully. But this was one time Vin was determined to have his way.
Besides, he reasoned, Chris didn't really have any choice in the matter. If he refused to cooperate, then Vin would just go sleep on the sofa bed in the living room of their suite.
The bruises on Chris's torso were just beginning to show, the purple and blue color a mere blush beneath the fair shade of his skin. They would be dark and ugly when fully developed and Vin knew that Chris would be in some serious pain come morning. Shaking his head faintly, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against the nearest mark, feeling Chris's body shiver beneath his touch and glorying in the power he felt at the other man's uninhibited response. One hand traced the faint outline of each bruise he found before placing soft moist kisses over the multiple areas of discoloration. The other hand kept hold on the towel and began to stroke along the length of Chris's body again.
Vin methodically worked his way down Chris's chest. He caressed the firm pectoral muscles and ran his fingers teasingly through the light dusting of hair. He teased the flat male nipples into pointed nubs again, palming and caressing and pinching lightly. His mouth seeking, he held the towel in one hand, stroking away the remaining moisture clinging to his lover's sleek skin. Bending at the knees, he dipped his tongue into the rounded indentation of Chris's navel, smiling against the hollow of his hard stomach muscles as the blond sucked in a deep gasping breath.
He felt the quivering of Chris's spare frame escalate with each touch.each kiss.each rub until he was trembling almost violently, the hardened shaft thrusting upwards again toward the flat line of belly, begging to be taken.held.stroked.licked.sucked. Vin shuddered helplessly as a bolt of lust shot through him, demanding to be appeased, as he choked back on the low groan rising into his throat. He had planned to wait a bit longer before making love to Chris again but the sensuous lure of that solidly carved physique was proving to be entirely too much to resist. Vin sighed raggedly as he realized that his own needs were betraying him yet again and he turned his head to take Chris's hard length into his mouth.
One hand touched hot silken steel. The mouth followed.licked.tasted.caressed. engulfed as lips and teeth spread open to take in the full measure of Chris's rampant desire. The slightly salty taste was familiar.warm.enticing and he swirled his tongue around the tip to sample the erotic offering seeping from the small slit. He could feel the head throbbing with each beat of Chris's heart and soothed it lovingly with the stroke of his tongue, lavishing it with his full and undivided attention. Eager hands tangled in his hair urging him closer still, pulling him into the waiting heat and filling his nostrils with the scent of Chris's sex. It was a heady combination that had his own cock straining eagerly beneath the towel slung low around his narrow hips, begging for shelter and relief of its own.
Chris groaned deeply as his fingers drove into the long golden brown strands of Vin's hair, his head falling back and his eyes closing as sharp pleasure washed over him. The hot wet refuge engulfing him was pure heaven and he couldn't hold back the first quick thrust of his hips at the strong pull from Vin's mouth and tongue. Nimble hands clamped around his waist and forced him backwards until he came up against the solid surface of the cold marble counter behind him. Using it to support his weight, Chris arched his back even further, thrust his pelvis forward and eased himself deeper into Vin's willing mouth.
A small cry of protest escaped his lips when those same hands grabbed firm hold of the curve of his hips, pinning him in place and stilling the rhythmic thrusting he was desperately trying to achieve. That one small cry quickly turned into a continuous moan of pleasure as Vin began moving his mouth over Chris's heated flesh, pulling back only to plunge forward once more, the younger man's head bobbing up and down as he worked the greedy cock. Chris was drowning in the sensations flooding through him, his breathing ragged and desperate, his need all-consuming and devouring as he urged that talented mouth to bring him to fulfillment. His fingers clenched restively in the younger man's hair, urging him closer.wanting to go deeper.wringing an unbidden cry of pain from his lover's slender throat.
"Vin?" Chris managed to gasp and lifted his head at the small sound. He looked down at his lover questioningly, his deep green eyes filled with passion but also concern for the pain he may have inadvertently caused the younger man.
Dark blue eyes glanced up at him briefly, their glittering depths full of a reflected desire that found an answering echo within his own hungry gaze. Silently questioning the younger man, Chris watched as Vin gave a quick shake of his head without releasing him, only to begin purring in the back of his throat as he took Chris deeper, the low vibrations driving the other man straight into a wild frenzy of need. His head fell back again as he gasped for air, his throat and back arching powerfully to drive himself further into the heated depths of Vin's throat.
Dropping the towel from his grasp, Vin kept one hand wrapped around the base of Chris's shaft while the other moved between his legs to gently fondle and cup the heavy velvet pouch. Holding Chris gently in the palm of his hand, Vin let his fingers caress the two firm ovals, his touch delicate and light, taking care not to cause any further pain or discomfort for his lover. He squeezed ever so gently and was rewarded with a thick heavy growl issuing from somewhere deep within the older man's chest.
Chris was so lost in his own spiraling need that the outside world ceased to exist and the very center of his universe became the young man kneeling before him doing such wickedly delicious and provocative things to his body. His hands gripped the edges of the counter, his knuckles white from the strain, as he fought to hold on to the last vestiges of his sanity before one final stroke from Vin's eager mouth and tongue sent Chris hurtling over the edge into a mindless brilliant oblivion. He screamed his lover's name again as he ascended.floating.flying outside of himself for long endless moments before reality returned and left him shaken and gasping for air with Vin's hands still wrapped firmly around his hips.
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