Sweet Sins

by Judy

Disclaimer: They're not mine, damn it!

Warnings: Well, it' s Josiah - and his own pleasure...but Chris and a lot of Vin too!

Comments: Thanks to Obi Wan for helping with those big words and juicy adjectives. You make it so much better! And thank you Peggy for finding all the mistakes and oops!! You have great talent as a beta!!!

Josiah Sanchez sat patiently on the porch at the corner of the saloon, waiting and watching. His battered, broad-brimmed hat was set low, shielding his eyes against the bright glare from the noon sun reflecting off main street. His eyes followed a pale cloud of dust kicked up by a gentle breeze eddying between the clapboard buildings in the hot midday. His gaze came to rest on another figure sitting in the shade of the saloon porch, further along the boardwalk.

Chris Larabee was the picture of calm among the bustling activity of the town the seven peacekeepers had come to call home. Lounging with long legs stretched out before him, his chair rocked back and hat pulled low, he appeared to be merely whiling away the hot day, watching the activities of the citizens of this little western town they had come to call home. To a less vigilant observer, Chris’s watching of the street would seem perfectly normal. However, to Josiah's knowledgeable eyes, the hunger in Chris’s body language was as readable as the battered Book of Common Prayer in his pocket.

Vin Tanner was due back soon.

Judging by the number of times Chris Larabee glanced up, scanning the road into town, Josiah realized that Chris figured Vin was overdue. No one else would probably see the difference in the gunslinger's demeanor as he observed the few passers-by on the street, but Josiah could see the unnatural tension there. The strong, long-fingered hands moved restlessly, toying with the handle of a blue graniteware cup long since empty of coffee. He crossed and uncrossed his legs, his spurs making impatient little jingles with each move. The muscle in his jaw clenched and unclenched, and his lips were set in a tight line that belied his resting position.

Josiah had figured out the true nature of the friendship between Chris and Vin a while back. He chuckled, thinking that a smart man would never tempt fate contemplating Tanner in the way Josiah did, considering Chris's temper.

Vin Tanner was a handsome man and Josiah had always entertained the notion of enjoying mutual pleasure with the quiet tracker. However, Josiah had never expressed to Vin how he felt. Something about Vin's private demeanor kept Josiah from opening up and letting him know. Besides, Josiah sensed that Vin and Chris were absolutely loyal to one another in their affections. Knowing of Josiah's desire would only complicate all their lives, not to mention it would take away some of the delicious sinfulness that accompanied Josiah's secret lust.

Josiah had known about the two men almost from the start of their collective friendship, right after the seven started looking after Four Corners. Late one night after Chris was shot protecting Billy Travis, Josiah learned the truth about Chris and Vin. Nathan finished treating Chris's arm wound and he and the healer left Vin behind with Chris. Josiah walked out of Nathan’s clinic, only to realize he left his coat behind. Walking back in, he accidentally overheard Chris’s reassurances to Vin that he was all right. The way their bodies were positioned, the gentle way Vin held Chris’s injured hand, the way both men broke apart and stood awkwardly were all the clues Josiah needed. He had no need for further explanations, but Chris came out and told him how it was between the two of them, belligerent and defiant rather than guilty and frightened of being found out. Josiah would never have expected either man to act any other way about it, either. Immediately it was clear that both men expected trouble from him, but Josiah surprised them with his approval. Two men loving each other was not a problem for him -- matter of fact, it was a source of comfort and relief, this idea of these two fine, handsome men together. Caught up their own emotions, they did not realize that nothing about it was new to the ex-priest, which was fine with Josiah.

However, for some reason, Josiah found that his own lustful thoughts became stronger knowing that Vin belonged to Chris. Despite the fact that Vin was his own man and a dangerous foe in his own right, Josiah couldn’t help but think that Chris was somewhat possessive of Vin. It made Josiah's sinful yearnings even sweeter.

Now, sitting on the porch and watching Chris waiting with simmering impatience for Vin's return, Josiah was enjoying himself. Chuckling again, he scratched the stubble on his chin, thinking of other body parts and other bodies. No, there was no doubt that Larabee would be madder than hell if he knew the lecherous thoughts running through Josiah’s mind.

Then, Chris's whole body changed suddenly, from bow-string tight to a content predator stretching in the sun, before he flowed to his feet. Josiah did not have to know that the distant clopping of hooves in the dusty street was the sound of Vin Tanner's black horse, Peso. Sure enough, the tracker had appeared at the end of the street, straight in the saddle, his eyes scanning the street. A slight nod followed, his shoulders relaxed under the buckskin coat. Josiah knew Vin had spotted Chris.

Chris waited on the saloon porch, a slight smile on his lips now that his world was back in order.

Josiah watched Vin ride straight to the livery. He waited patiently while Vin took take care of Peso. A few minutes later, the trail-dusty figure appeared, and Josiah felt the heat rush to his groin at the sight of him. The sun made strands of Vin’s brown hair seem lighter, like streaks of gold. The fluid motion of his stride, the smile and nod he gave Josiah as he walked by sent more blood surging, increasing his desire for relief. He watched hungrily, his eyes on Vin's snug, rounded ass as the tracker stepped onto the boardwalk. He shifted his position as Chris smiled a greeting and clasped Vin’s shoulder in welcome. Josiah licked his dry lips as the two men stood there for just a moment, sharing more in that casual greeting than anyone could suspect. Then the spell was broken as Chris and Vin headed into the saloon.

Josiah rose and headed back to his room, knowing it was for no other reason than for some much needed relief. The short walk to his small room in the church only increased the intensity. The rough fabric of his brown pants moved across his already hard member in an abrasive caress of sweet torture. Josiah locked the door that separated his bedroom from the rest of the church, letting his deliberately slow moves become part of his anticipation. He lay down on his bed and unfastened his pants. As soon as the first buttons were undone, his thick member sprang free from its confines. Using his left hand, he slowly stroked it as he continued to undo his pants with his right. Once all the buttons were open, he wriggled the pants down and out of the way. Before settling back to the coarse blanket, he grabbed a small tin off the bedside table and the wash cloth next to the basin. Freeing his mind, the images he sought to release his passion came easily. Scooping a finger full of grease out of the tin, he began what had become a common ritual of meditation since he had joined in with the rest of the seven men in this town.

As Josiah entered into his own daydream, he “watched” as Chris left his room, an enigmatic smile on his lips, his face was slightly flushed from the physical exertions so recently completed. Inside, Vin lay naked on the bed, spent and still exhausted from his time with Chris. Josiah stood beside the bed, his eyes roving up and down the perfect body. Vin's sleepy blue eyes flared in surprise, looking up at him, before a smile touched his lips and his long, plump cock began to swell once again.

Licking his lips at the evident sign of Vin’s arousal, Josiah climbed onto the bed as Vin sat up to meet him. Josiah could feel the sensations as the bristly salt-and-pepper hair of his chest rubbed against the hard tanned planes of Vin's. He grabbed the tracker and pulled him into an embrace, letting his hands wander up into the shoulder-length golden-brown hair. Josiah buried his face in the long locks, letting the softness caress his cheeks as his hands roamed the smooth, muscular skin of his back. Vin reached down to Josiah, gripping, then stroking, lengthing his juicy pulls against his hot, tight shaft.

Images of Vin fueled Josiah’s needs as he fondled his own heavy sack with one hand while stroking his shaft with the other. In his mind, it was Vin’s mouth, teasing the tip with his tongue, pushing back the thick foreskin, tickling the tender slit, then taking it all in, up and down. Relentlessly, he saw and felt Vin using his mouth, sliding over his pulsing hardness while his fingers fondled the furry sacs below. Josiah heard himself moan and felt the tightening as the first drops of pre-cum escaped. Then he envisioned himself kneeling over the trackers body, pulling those lean hips upward, pushing himself between lanky legs, plunging his aching shaft deep into Vin's hot, tight channel that brought him to a moaning, explosive climax.

Josiah lay for a few moments, letting his body gently relax from the intensity of his encounter with the Vin of his imagination. The smile on his face was one of deepest pleasure and that of a wicked secret, and he rested for a while in the arms of self satisfaction.

Sounds from the street outside brought him back to reality as he realized it was now mid-afternoon. After wiping himself off and pulling his pants back on, Josiah decided a drink with his friends was in order. He hoped that Vin would be there with Chris. It always enhanced his experience, seeing the tracker and his lover there, and knowing they were unaware of their parts in his secret meditations.

Entering the saloon, he spotted Vin and Chris sitting with Nathan at their usual table and could not conceal his smile. He walked over to join them, signaling Inez for a beer.

Sitting down across from them, he couldn’t help think about all the wondrous things that Chris and Vin must enjoy with one another. His mind wandered, picturing the two sinewy naked bodies, thrusting against each other, mouths fused together in passion. The fluid grace of Vin, the controlled strength of Chris... He was startled out of his musings by Vin’s soft drawl. “Josiah...Josiah...was asking if you needed any help today?”

Josiah blinked, hiding his momentary distraction in a swallow of cold beer that Inez had set there a moment before. He unleashed a dazzling smile. “No thank you, Vin. You’ve already done plenty today."

Josiah's eyes lingered on the tracker for a moment longer than was safe, he realized, when he found Chris's eyes fixed on him. Chris said nothing, only letting a raised eyebrow speak for him.

"I been gone all day, Josiah," Vin said patiently, shaking his head like he always did when he figured someone was a little off kilter.

"Reckon you just bein' around is enough, Vin," Chris said with an enigmatic smile. "Right, Josiah?"

And "Amen" was all Josiah could think of to say.

End

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