Epilogue
Three weeks later
Vin knew why Chris had dragged him out here. It sure as hell wasn't cause of no rustlers stealing from the area. Chris must be feeling lonely, and reckoned Vin looked more invitin' than some scrawny working girl. His first instinct was to tell Larabee to go fuck himself, literally, but then he sighed. He knew he wouldn't. He'd finish what he started, even if it meant being saddle sore for the next few days. He'd hoped for more, but with Chris, he'd take what he could get.But he wished Chris'd get on with it. Chris just sat there staring at him, like Chris was the mountain lion and Vin was the deer. Hell, he wasn't gonna sit here and just wait for the man to pounce on him.
"We gonna do this or not?" he said, not trying to hide his irritation.
"Only if you want to," was Chris's soft reply.
Vin nodded and stood to unbutton his pants. Quick as a cat, Chris was standing in front of him, his hands over Vin's.
"Let me help with that," Chris said, reaching for the buttons of Vin's shirt. Vin tried to shove his hands away.
"I ain't a girl," he said.
"One of the biggest travesties of our current society is that men are not allowed to enjoy the luxury of simple pleasures, of taking things slow," Chris said, as he inched Vin's jacket from his shoulders.
Vin watched as his jacket landed on the ground. "You sound like Ezra."
Chris was reaching again for the buttons of Vin's shirt. "Every once in a while, Ezra says something that's not full of shit."
Vin tensed as Chris's fingers opened his top few buttons and brushed against the skin of his chest. His heart quickened at Chris's gentle touch. "Like what you just said?" he asked.
Chris nodded.
"Well, what did you just say?"
Chris laughed and undid a few more buttons. "I said shut up and be patient."
Chris finished unbuttoning Vin's shirt and slid it off his shoulders. Without his shirt and heavy coat, Chris could see how lean Vin really was, his skin stretched taut over muscles made sleek with use. Vin had a slight smattering of light brown hair across his chest and trailing down his stomach.
"Like what ya see?" Vin asked, a wry grin crossing his face.
"A might scrawny, actually," Chris replied.
"Hell, you ain't much more than skin 'n bones yourself," Vin replied.
Chris grinned. "But I got height to make up for it."
"Shit," Vin said, turning away towards the fire. Chris grabbed his arm and held it.
"Now don't get sore. This is supposed to be fun."
"Well, get started. It's freezing out here, and I'm the only one half naked," Vin said.
Chris let go of Vin's arm and reached out to touch his chest. His placed his hand flat against Vin's skin, feeling the heartbeat underneath. He moved his hand to trace Vin's nipple, but he pulled his hand away, feeling silly. He glanced into Vin's eyes and saw confusion and a bit of suspicion. Chris wanted to do what Ezra had done to him, to give Vin that same pleasure of his hands and mouth, but if he bent down and ran his tongue across Vin's chest, he was nearly certain he'd end up punched in the jaw.
"Chris, what are you doin'?"
"Don't rightly know." He paused. "Did you like that?"
"I reckon, but if you're looking for tits, you're gonna be real disappointed."
"I ain't. Just get undressed," Chris said, his voice gruff as he turned away. He unbuttoned his own shirt and removed his gun belt.
Vin stared at him for a moment, not able to read the signals coming from Chris. One second Chris was treating him like a debutante at a spring dance, the next like any nameless cowboy on the trail. He actually did like the feel of Chris callused hand on his chest, but he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do next. So he grabbed the tin of grease from his saddlebag and finished getting undressed. He knelt down on his blanket, and waited for Chris to kneel behind him. Vin rested his hands on the ground, unconsciously tensing, waiting for the cold grease and the intrusion of Chris's fingers.
So he was pleasantly surprised when Chris's fingers weren't cold. Chris slowly rubbed circles on his hole, almost tickling him, before gently easing his finger inside. He continued the circular motion inside, easing his finger in further, tracing the walls of Vin's channel before starting the motion again. He kept up with the motion for a few minutes. Vin's cock, which had slowly sprung to life with the gentle motion of Chris's hands, started to ebb as Chris kept up the same motion. Finally, Chris removed his fingers, and Vin again prepared for Chris's cock in him, but instead Chris just inserted the same finger, recoated with grease, and began the circles again.
Finally Vin'd had enough. "What are you doin', digging for gold?" he said.
"Just be patient," Chris replied.
"You tell me to be patient again, I'm beatin' the shit out of you."
"Like you got something better to do."
Vin started to pull away, but Chris grabbed his hip and held him in place.
"I can think of a whole lot of things better than this," Vin said. "Like bein' gut shot."
"Relax," Chris said. "I'll find it."
"Find what?" Vin asked.
"Don't recall the name of it," Chris said. Vin could tell he was smiling. Chris fingers got a little more insistent.
"Jesus, Larabee, fish or cut bait," Vin said, pulling away. He sat down away from Chris, yanking his coat over his shoulders to ward of the night chill.
Chris sat back on his haunches, and Vin got his first look at Chris's body. Chris was more than skin and bones. At that awkward position, he looked like he was all legs, the lean thigh muscles usually encased in tight black denim now outlined against his pale skin.
"Maybe you ain't got one," Chris said, fidgeting with a loose string on the blanket. He moved to the side so Vin could move closer to the fire.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Vin said. "One what?"
"It's a place inside, feels real nice," Chris answered. "I've got one, Ezra's got one."
Vin glanced at Chris sharply. "How do you know what Ezra's got?" Chris looked back at him, then looked away into the fire. "Hold up, you fucked Ezra?" Vin laughed. "I'd a given good money to see that."
"Just happened once," Chris said. "And we were both damn near drunk."
"Sure. Maybe I should fuck Ezra, see if he can find that place."
"No!" Chris answered.
"You stakin' a claim there, Chris?" He felt Chris's intense gaze on him. "On Ezra, I mean."
Chris shook his head. "No, not on Ezra."
They sat in silence for a few minutes.
"So why ain't you out here now with Ez, if'n he's so good?" Vin asked.
Chris shrugged. "Ezra don't like being outside."
"So I'm your back up? Fuck you, Larabee," Vin said. He stood and grabbed his pants and his gun belt.
"That ain't what I meant," Chris said, standing. "Vin, wait..." He reached for Vin's arm. Vin pulled away and swung his fist, connecting with Chris's jaw. Chris fell to the ground.
"Shit, Chris, you OK?" Vin said.
Chris nodded. "Yeah. I forgot you got such a mean right hook." He rubbed his jaw. "Look, Vin, this was probably a mistake. I ain't Ezra..."
"Thank God," Vin replied with a grin.
Chris smiled in return, and reached into his saddlebag for a bottle of whiskey. He took a long pull before he continued, handing the bottle to Vin. "I just thought... I mean I... hell, forget it. Let's just get some sleep." He took the bottle back and took another long drink, hoping the burning would help erase the awful kick in his stomach that had started up again. He'd fucked this up again, and he wanted to sleep it off and pretend it never happened.
Vin held out his hand for the bottle. He still wasn't real sure what Chris was getting at, but he knew he wasn't going to be able to sleep if he didn't find out.
"You thought what?" he asked quietly. He handed Chris back the bottle, and watched as he finished what was left.
Chris sighed, and said, "I just thought if we was gonna do this, we should make it nice." He glanced at Vin. "Guess that sounds pretty sorry."
"Nope," Vin answered.
They watched the fire for a few more minutes. Chris changed positions, stretching out by the fire. Vin noticed he wasn't at all self-conscious about lying there bare-assed naked. And he wasn't cold neither, while Vin was freezing.
Vin could get dressed and grab his blanket, and that would be the end of it. But the end of what? Would they be able to forget this and just go back to normal? Probably not, since they weren't able to do that after they'd fucked the first time. So then Chris had gone to Ezra. Vin felt an unfamiliar feeling when he thought of Chris and Ezra together. Shit, was that jealousy? This whole thing had gotten out of hand. All they'd wanted was a little relief when there was no girls around. And now Chris was treating him like... like he was courting him. But he wasn't about to be treated like a girl. Vin shook his head slightly, his decision made.
"Hey, cowboy," he said. Chris looked at him, that same intense gaze in his eyes, and Vin felt their connection slowly start to mend. Looks like Chris had been having similar thoughts to his. "I appreciate you going to all the trouble of wantin' to make things nice, but I ain't Ezra neither."
"Thank, God, " Chris said with a grin.
"Damn straight. So instead of tryin' to be all fancy, maybe we could just do it the old-fashioned way."
Chris nodded, relieved. He was sure he'd fucked things up beyond repair, but then again he should have known Vin was tougher than a bulldog and harder to shake.
Vin shrugged out of his coat, again resting on all fours on the blanket. Chris knelt behind him, but instead of grabbing his hips, he reached for Vin's shoulders, pulling him up so Vin's back rested against his chest.
"You ain't getting fancy again, are ya?" Vin asked.
"Nope," Chris replied. He reached for the tub of grease, and held it out in front of Vin, reaching his arms around Vin's waist. With one hand he scooped out a handful of grease, then dropped the tin and rubbed his hands together vigorously. Vin watched as Chris's hands moved in front of him.
"Just warming it up for you," Chris said. He was so close Vin could feel his breath on his ear.
Then Chris pulled his arms away. He smoothed the grease on to his cock, then rubbed a little of the grease into Vin's lower back. Vin arched his back as Chris's strong hands kneaded away the dull pain that was always there. Chris moved his hands lower, massaging Vin's ass cheeks, remembering with a grin how Ezra had bit him. He pulled the cheeks apart and rested his cock on the entrance to Vin's hole.
"You ready?" he asked softly. Vin nodded. He was tense, expecting Chris to just plunge in like last time, but Chris had no intention of doing that. He entered slowly, biting his lip as his cock was engulfed, easing himself in until the front of his thighs rested against the back of Vin's. Then he pulled out slowly, stopping before he was all the way out, and repeated the slow easy motion, stifling a groan as his cock got further inside. He pulled out again, Vin swaying with him. Then on the third time, he felt his cock brush the swelling of Vin's prostate, and was rewarded by a low groan from Vin. He pulled Vin all the way to him.
"Found it," he said.
Vin's breathing had quickened considerably. "You plannin' on findin' it again?" he said. Chris pulled out and entered him again, hitting the same spot and eliciting another groan.
"Again," Vin said softly. Chris began a slow rhythm. He moved one hand to rest on Vin's hip, the other trailed down to stroke Vin's cock, his hand moving in time with his hips. Vin leaned back into him, his head falling back so it rested against Chris's. Chris could see that Vin's eyes were closed, his lips parted as he interspersed low moans with quick breaths. He was so close that Chris could see his own breath ripple through strands of Vin's hair that curled around his shoulders.
Vin wrapped his hands around the back of Chris's thighs, pulling him in harder. Chris saw him smile as his cock went all the way in.
"Harder," Vin said, his eyes still closed, his voice low and rough.
Chris leaned closer over his shoulder. "Please?" he asked, a devilish grin creasing his features.
"Now!" Vin said, falling forward to rest on his hands and knees. Chris grabbed his hips and began to thrust as fast as he'd wanted to, overcome by the need to feel the tight warmth along every inch of his cock. Vin pushed back against him as he thrust forward, so he didn't know whether he was pumping or being pumped, every thrust a level higher than the one before. He saw Vin reaching for his own cock, and moved his hand away, grabbing the length himself and grasping it loosely, their motion enough to cause the friction Vin so urgently needed.
Vin clenched his hands in the blanket. He felt himself bucking like a bronco, but couldn't stop, didn't want to stop, just like he couldn't stop the grunts and moans he knew were coming from him as his body was washed by incredible pleasure, Chris inside him, filling him and fulfilling him. He felt the tightening start in his middle, and knew how close he was. Part of him didn't want it to end. Part of him thought he'd die if it didn't. He put his hand over Chris's as it stroked him, urging him to go faster, harder. He heard the words aloud and knew he was saying them, and Chris was complying, pounding him and stroking him senseless until he was ready to explode, and all he could do was plead for more.
He felt like he was hit by lightning as he came, his back arching as his seed burst out of him, his body still bucking as Chris continued to thrust inside him until he came too. He pulled Vin's hips against his again and again before he collapsed on top of him. Both rested that way, panting, their sweat mingling as it ran off their bodies to drip to the ground. Vin's head was bowed as he tried to catch his breath. Chris rested his forehead on the curve of Vin's back. His lips nearly touched Vin's skin; he moved nearer. They were so close he could feel the soft invisible hairs as he breathed. He thought about moving closer, so his lips rested against Vin's warm skin, but he was frozen, unable to move at all. Finally he pushed away, pulling his soft member out of Vin and laying down on his back. Vin rolled over also, staring up at the night sky.
"That was real nice," Vin said.
Chris reached for a cheroot. "Yeah, it was. Hope you were paying attention, 'cause you're doing me next." He smiled as he lit the cheroot. They lay in silence, looking at the stars scattered across the clear black night. Chris occasionally moved the cheroot to his lips, the orange tip making an arc in the night.
"Chris," Vin said finally. "Where's this goin'?"
Chris didn't answer. Vin thought that maybe he'd fallen asleep, and turned to look. He saw Chris watching him. Their eyes met for a second before both looked away, back up at the endless sky.
"I don't know, Vin," Chris said, then crushed out his cheroot. "I guess we'll find out." He sat up, offering Vin the blanket, but Vin shook his head. For once, he wasn't cold.
The End
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