Chris shut the door quietly and walked over to the bed, where Vin was sound asleep. He knelt down next to the bed and reached out a tentative hand to lightly stroke Vin's hair. God, how he'd missed Vin; sleeping with him, talking with him, just being with him. As he looked down at Vin's still healing body, he now realized just how hellish the time spent apart had been for his lover, as well as himself. His face flushed with shame as he recalled the tortured look on Vin's face when he'd awoken just a few minutes earlier. It hit him like a solid blow to the gut, knowing at last just how deeply the tracker had felt the sting of his rejection, of Chris shunning him when he'd needed him nearby.And now it was time to make things right, to make amends for all of his selfish, foolhardy actions. And if he failed to regain Vin's affection, then Ella had won. He summoned his courage and crawled into the bed, nestling in next to Vin, pulling the younger man tightly to him, holding him as he slept. It felt so good to have Vin back in his arms where he belonged. He dropped off to sleep with a sigh of contentment. Things would work out, he would make sure of it. Ella Gaines would never win.
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"Let me go."
"No."
"Chris..."
"Vin, just give me another chance, that's all I'm asking," the older man pleaded.
Vin stopped struggling and turned to face Chris, looking into his eyes, seeing the sorrow and desperate longing for forgiveness swirling in their aqua depths. He felt his resolve crumble as he continued to stare into the eyes of the gunslinger, the hard protective shell encasing his heart melting away. He remembered back to that night, all those weeks ago, before Ella Gaines had come back to wreak havoc in their lives. The night that his most-trusted friend had become his lover. He was frightened, scared of needing and loving someone as much as he did Chris, but the feelings of love and safety that he had come to know with Chris were something that he never wanted to let go of. He wanted to be with Chris more than anything, and he opened his heart and soul to the older man once more, welcoming him back into his life with a warm embrace.
Gratitude, desire and affection mingled together on Chris's face as he fell into the younger man's arms. "I love you Vin," Chris said, clinging tightly to the younger man.
"Love you too Chris," Vin answered back. "You can let go now, though," he said with a chuckle. "Unless you plan on doin' more than just huggin' me, 'cause it's startin' to get a little hot in here," he joked, as the closeness of Chris's body, pressed so firmly against his, made his cock awaken with a jolt.
Chris broke the embrace at Vin's words, leaning back to eye the hardened flesh hungrily. He smiled at his lover, then kissed Vin with all of his pent up passion, pressing the tracker flat onto the bed with his eagerness. Grinding his own stiffened erection against Vin, he unbuttoned the younger man's shirt with deft fingers, ripping open the cloth to expose the tender skin of Vin's neck and torso to his burning gaze. He feasted on the tender flesh before him, sinking his sharp teeth into the succulent flesh, working his hungry mouth over Vin's bared body.
Not an inch of the tracker's lean frame was spared Chris's relentless tongue and teeth, leaving the younger man quivering beneath him, begging for his release. Chris, now on his knees, poised and ready to résumé his assault on his lover's sensitized body, straddled the younger man, swooping down to capture his lips in his once more. "Vin, do you want me?" he whispered hoarsely as he ended the kiss.
"Y-yesssss......." Vin said, mumbling incoherently, blue eyes unfocused, so great was his desire.
"Good, I just needed to be sure," Chris said softly, almost to himself. His greedy mouth worked its way down Vin's body a final time, pausing at his waist, looking at his lover with passion gleaming in his eyes. "We shouldn't Vin," Chris whispered frantically, "you're still hurt. But I want you so bad."
"Chrisss," Vin groaned in response, rubbing himself against any part of Chris's body he could reach. "Please....I need you so much......please Chris," he begged.
"Oh God Vin," Chris moaned, unbuttoning Vin's pants and yanking them away, then ripped off his own clothing. He grabbed a small can of oil, then climbed back into bed, pulling Vin's legs apart in one swift movement. He knew he was being rougher than he should, but he ached for the tracker desperately. "Sorry Vin," Chris apologized softly, as he tried to calm the raging desire coursing through his body.
"It's okay Chris," the younger man said, looking at Chris with passion emblazed eyes. "Just hurry," he whispered. "Please Chris...I need you now."
Chris's one look at Vin's deep blue eyes was his undoing. His body rebelled, the lust refusing to be clamped down. He oiled up his throbbing cock and eased a slick finger, then two inside Vin, pushing in and out, preparing the way. When the younger man was writhing beneath him, moaning incoherently, he knew it was time. He thrust into Vin, completely impaling the slighter man with one quick, deep push.
"Oh God," he cried out in a strangled voice, trying to regain control even as the intense heat surrounded his erection. He groped for Vin's rigid cock, stroking it up and down rapidly, as he thrust gently into his lover again and again.
"Harder Chris," Vin begged.
"No, I can't, it'll hurt you," Chris replied, his teeth clenched with the effort of holding himself back. He wouldn't hurt Vin. No matter how much he wanted to shove himself into Vin's hot, sweet body again, he would go slow and easy.
"Chris, give it to me now! Harder!" Vin yelled out, clawing at Chris's back, raking his nails into the white flesh, latching his teeth onto the older man's neck, biting down furiously and using his strong legs to push Chris deeper inside him.
Vin's assault on his body left Chris helpless to hold back any longer. He rammed himself into Vin, squeezing the younger man's cock in time with his thrusts. Sweat poured off the united bodies, muscles twitched and shook from the strain as Chris continued to hammer his engorged length into Vin's receptive body.
"Chris....oh...God....Chris...." Vin panted, then thrust himself into Chris's fist one final time, spurting his essence into the tightened hand. He relaxed against the pillows, watching with satisfaction as Chris placed both hands on the bed for leverage, drove himself into Vin with a few more deep thrusts, then came with such force that he collapsed onto the younger man, completely spent. The tracker smiled lazily as the hot, creamy fluid filled him, and Chris wrapped him lovingly in his arms.
"That was.....oh.....Vin......," the older man gasped, trying to catch his breath without success.
"Sshh, Chris, I know," Vin said, breathing hard himself as he soothed his lover. "Just close your eyes."
Chris was asleep in just a few seconds, followed closely by Vin.
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Vin rolled over onto his side and watched drowsily as Chris, in all his naked splendor, heated up dinner for them.
"Mmm, somethin' looks awfully good," he said suggestively.
"Must be Mrs. Burrows's pies you're lookin' at," Chris joked back, green eyes glinting off the lamplight.
"Nope, wasn't the pies," Vin replied, sitting up in bed to get a better eyeful of his lover as he worked.
"The beef stew, then?" Chris toyed.
"Nope."
The gunslinger slowly walked over to the bed with a tray of food. "You hungry?" he asked huskily.
"Yeah, I'm starvin'," Vin answered back coyly, reaching for Chris's stiffening cock.
"I promised Nathan you'd eat as soon as you woke up, you know," the gunslinger managed to say as Vin caressed him.
"Set the tray down Chris," Vin whispered hoarsely.
"Vin..." the older man protested.
Vin began to toy with Chris's balls, cupping the swollen bundles in his hands, jostling and rolling them between his fingers. "Put the tray down, Chris," Vin said again softly.
Chris hesitated for a split second, until Vin leaned down and took his hardened member into his mouth. His knees buckled as he surged forward into Vin's mouth, nearly dropping the tray.
The tracker stopped his ministrations and looked at Chris with amusement as the older man slammed the tray onto the floor and climbed back into bed.
"Hell, you seem healthy enough to me," Chris said as he covered Vin's body with his own. "'Sides, there's plenty more food where that came from."
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Several hours later, two sated, exhausted men were snuggled in bed, eating cold beef stew and mangled apple pie. They couldn't have been happier.
THE END