Afternoon Delights
Disclaimer: Not mine and no money is being made.
It was bright and sunny, without a cloud in the sky when the two lovers set out earlier in the morning. Intent on getting away from their hectic lives in Denver and spend some quality time alone at Ezra's cabin.
They rode to a pond that the couple had discovered on a previous trip and had just finished putting the remains of their picnic away, having failed to notice the approaching storm until the bottom fell out. But instead of jumping to their feet, they sat grinning at each other accepting current events as part of their lot in life.
Grins faded as awareness grew.
Vin didn't feel the cool autumn rain pelting him. Didn't notice the leaves spiraling through the wind swept air, nor did he see their horses bolt. All he saw was his drenched to the bone, hair plastered to the head, clothes clinging in all the right places lover. He did have the presence of mind, for just a second, to think that maybe, he should grab Ezra and find some shelter. Take his time drying him to make sure that the man didn't get sick. However, Vin had never been able to resist a wet Ezra. Hell, most of time all Ezra had to do was wash his hands for Vin to feel that familiar tingle in his groin. So seeing him like this . . . had Vin's whole body throbbing with want and need.
So when Ezra turned those smoky green eyes accented by rain spiked lashes on him, Vin couldn't help but lunge across the blanket and drive his irresistible lover to the ground.
"Vin!" Ezra cried with a chuckle.
Vin grasped both of Ezra's wrists in one hand and held them over his lover's head. "Oh God Ezra, I want you so bad," he panted as he slammed their bodies together before claiming Ezra's lips in a fierce kiss that seemed to burn them from the inside out.
Ezra gasped as Vin scorched a trail of kisses across his jaw and wet hand worked its way into his shirt, caressing overheated skin. He tugged on his hands desperately needing to touch. To bring the man above him closer. "Let g..go," he breathed, but the grip only tightened. "Vvviinn," he pleaded, arching up into the wicked fingers tweaking his nipples.
The Texan thrust a knee between Ezra's legs and drew one of Ezra's between his, bringing their aching members together with only two layers of wet denim separating them. "Touch me," Vin growled into a near by ear before taking the lobe into his mouth.
"Can't," the Southerner moaned.
Vin stilled in his attempt to lick all of the rain off of Ezra's neck and looked up at his lover in confusion. "Huh?"
Blinking to keep the rain out of his eyes Ezra gazed up at his darling and grinned before saying, "You have my hands." Giving them a wiggle.
A quick glance up proved Ezra's case and had Vin giving Ezra a sheepish look. "Oh," was all he could think to say, while slowly releasing them.
Ezra made good use of his freedom by wrapping one hand around the back of Vin's neck, as the other one grabbed a handful of Vin's ass.
"I love you," Vin said in a breathless voice.
"Really?"
"No," he teased, then broke out in laughter as Ezra began to tickle him.
Ezra dug his fingers into Vin's ribs, making the younger man squeal.
"S..stop," he begged, as the two of them wrestled. Finally Vin managed to capture Ezra's hands, but was unable to hold them for long as it was his turn to cry out as he suddenly found himself on his back with a giggling, dripping wet Ezra looming over him.
"Do ya still want me?" Ezra asked, as he sat astride his lover's thighs.
Vin groaned as Ezra shook the excess water from his hair before running his fingers through its thickness, making Vin's blood heat even more. The Texan's breath caught in his throat as Ezra shifted his weight and deliciously ground their groins together. The grinding felt so good and he was so close and was so not expecting it to stop. But it did. "Ez . . ."
"Do ya still want me, Vin?"
"Yes," he hissed in pleasure as the motion started again.
"Want me to slowly taste each and every rain soaked inch of you," Ezra laved his tongue across Vin's neck, making his lover tremble.
"Yeah . . ."
"Want me to tease you in all the right places . . ."
Vin vigorously nodded his head and clasped Ezra's hips, hoping to quicken the pace. To bring more contact.
"Or do ya want both . . ."
"That one, that one I want that one," Vin urged, tugging at Ezra's shirt.
"Then you'll have to catch me first," he whispered into Vin's ear before jumping to his feet and darting away.
"What?" Vin lay there stunned, wondering just when he'd lost control of the situation. Then again, grinning that sexy half grin of his, him and Ezra rarely got the chance to really cut loose and play. He took a couple of deep breaths before getting slowly to his feet, looking up he spotted his lover standing in the distance, grinning like a fool. "Bastard," he muttered under his breath, but with no heat. "How do you expect me to catch ya when I can't even walk!"
"Aww," Ezra shook his head. "Poor baby, I promise to make it all better . . . once ya catch me."
"Bastard," Vin rumbled, undoing the button on his jeans hoping for a little relief. Then without warning took off running.
The two lovers dashed about the field, slipping and sliding on the rain slick grass. The sprinkling of rain only enhanced the sound of their laughter and the ground, which had been dry as a bone quickly turned to mud under their feet causing their playtime to be even more hilarious.
"Gotcha!" Vin suddenly exclaimed as he grabbed Ezra by the waist. "Now then," he exhaled, pushing his lover up against a near by tree, "what was that about touching and tasting and making it all better."
Ezra beamed at him, pushing the wet hair off Vin's forehead before pulling him closer. "I am a man of my word . . ."
"Glad to hear it," he smirked, nibbling along that stubborn jaw.
"However, you do realize that if we take our jeans off we'll never get them back on," the Southerner pointed out, arching his neck just the same.
"So what's the problem? I wouldn't mind seeing you walking around in the buff," Vin teased.
"Then again," Ezra rolled his eyes, "we wouldn't have to remove them completely. Just enough to make it more . . . interesting."
"I like interesting," Vin gasped as a cold wet hand slipped into his open jeans to wrap around him.
"No underwear."
"I . . . hoped . . . to . . . get . . . lucky," Vin panted, as that wicked hand began to move.
"Perhaps," Ezra thrust his neglected hips, "we both might get lucky."
"I ain't forgot ya, baby," he assured him, making quick work of unfastening Ezra's jeans and taking his lover in hand.
"Vin . . ." Ezra bit his lip, removed his hand and tugged first Vin's then his jeans down past their hips, inviting more intimate contact.
They swallowed each other's moan and just managed to maintain eye contact as the thrusts and grinds became harder and more powerful. Bodies trembled and quaked as their pleasure increased urging them closer and closer to the release their bodies and souls craved. Surging higher and higher until it crested, erupting in a fierce explosion of delicious devastation. Leaving them shivering in an ethereal, yet soggy state of fulfillment.
"I love you," Vin sighed into the crook of Ezra's neck before easing back and sucking in a sharp breath as the cold rain came into contact with overheated skin washing away the evidence of their loving.
"I love you, too," Ezra whispered, leaning forward and giving his love a lingering kiss before he too felt the cold rain on his nether regions.
Once the were both tucked back in they exchanged a look that threatened to send them back into the sexual haze they were just emerging from.
"Come on," Vin held out a hand, "let's gather our stuff and finish this after we've shared a nice long hot bath."
"That sounds like heaven," Ezra told him, grasping the offered hand. "We'll need it, especially given the walk we have ahead of us."
"Don't look so down," he prompted, "there's a lot of interesting places to rest along the way."
"I like the way you think," Ezra smiled.
Once their things were gathered, hand and hand they headed into the sunset and home.
The End