NEW YEAR'S EVE
The night air was crisp and the sky clear; Vin could see the white moonlight reflecting off the snow which blanketed the city of Denver. Behind him, inside the penthouse belonging to Assistant Director Orin Travis, a large, noisy party raged. Even through the closed glass-doors, which separated him from the crowd, Vin could still hear the six-piece jazz band over the raucous conversations.Vin had arrived with Chris and Mary and they'd met up with Ezra, his girlfriend Li Pong, and his mother Maude, and her escort Josiah. Nathan and JD, and their girlfriends, Rain and Casey, had opted for a more intimate party at Nettie Wells's house. Vin almost wished he'd gone there instead, but knew deep down that it wouldn't have been any easier for him in a small crowd.
As soon as he didn't think anyone from the party would miss him, he had slipped out onto the balcony. It was too late and too cold for anyone else to want to enjoy the fresh air, so Vin felt secure that his peace would not be interrupted.
He was wrong.
It hadn't been more than ten minutes before Vin heard the glass door sliding on its track — the sudden increase in volume from the party caused him to cringe until the door shut, once again muffling the sounds.
Vin didn't turn around. Maybe if he looked lost in thought, the intruder would smoke his cigarette, and then be gone. Again, he was wrong.
"Hi," the man said as he walked up to the railing and casually leaned against it.
"Hi," Vin said, without turning to look at the man, his gaze still focused on the play of the moonlight in the snow-covered park across the street.
"I saw you inside before," the man began to make conversation. "It didn't look like you were here with a date."
Vin just nodded, still gazing out across the city.
"Are you a friend of Mr. Travis?"
Mister?? Vin wondered. Who the hell called him mister? "Assistant Director Travis is my boss," Vin finally said.
"Ah, a business acquaintance, that explains it," the man said with an almost imperceptible chuckle.
"Explains what?" Vin was becoming more than slightly annoyed by the unwanted conversation.
"They don't know, do they?"
What the hell did this guy want? Vin fumed silently as he turned toward the man, intent on glaring him into either shutting the hell up or leaving. But when Vin caught sight of the man's features in the glow of the moonlight, his anger melted away.
Even leaning, Vin could tell the man was a few inches over six-foot tall. His dark hair appeared thick and wavy, and his features were model-perfection: smooth skin, a firm jawline, chiseled cheekbones and nose. Vin nearly drooled and had to swallow to make certain he didn't.
"It's okay," the man finally said. "I'm gay, too."
"How'd ya know?"
The man shrugged his broad shoulders. "I can just tell sometimes. Besides, it's a New Year's Eve party: if you were straight, you'd probably have brought a girl, even if she wasn't your girlfriend."
Vin nodded slowly, almost scared at how easy and logical the man's line of reasoning was. Had anyone else puzzled the truth out yet?
"Jack Hanover, by the way," the man said as way of introduction.
Vin shook the hand he offered and felt his knees threaten to buckle when Jack rubbed his thumb over the back of Vin's hand in a gentle caress. "Um, Vin ... Tanner."
Suddenly the pair heard a few attention-getting chords from the band, then listened as the crowd inside the penthouse began to chant, "Ten ... nine...."
"Ya should get back inside so ya don't miss it," Vin said, though he did not release the man's hand.
"... seven ... six...."
"There's no one important in there waiting for me," Jack told him and Vin felt captured by the man's dark gaze. "What about you?"
"... four ... three...."
"Ah, no date. Remember?"
" ... one: HAPPY NEW YEAR!" the shout came from inside the party just as Jack stepped forward and pressed Vin deep into the shadows of the balcony.
"Happy New Year," he said in a harsh whisper before pressing his lips against Vin's.
Vin felt the world fall away as strong arms wrapped him in a passion-filled embrace. He slipped his own arms around Jack's svelte waist, daring to run his hands up and down the man's back as their tongues fought for purchase inside each other's mouths. Then Vin felt a firm hand on his ass, squeezing the flesh there, as Jack's other hand slipped between them to rub enticingly over Vin's growing erection.
Finally, Jack broke the kiss, but did not release Vin. Instead Jack allowed him to rain kisses over his neck while he whispered, "I think no one would miss us if we took our private party elsewhere."
Vin nodded, but continued to kiss Jack, even pressing his burning cock into the man's strong hand.
"You go first. Wait for me downstairs," Jack instructed. "We don't want your boss suspecting, now do we?"
Vin nodded, agreeing with his reasoning. The U.S. Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms held firm to the same policy which the military seemed so fond of: don't ask, don't tell. And Vin knew there was no reason to make anyone suspicious if it could be avoided.
Finally, Jack removed his hand from Vin's crotch and placed it, along with his other on Vin's shoulders, pushing the two of them apart. "Go. I'll be five minutes behind you."
Vin wiped the back of his hand over his wet mouth before slipping out of the shadows. He checked that his jacket was buttoned, and then slid open the glass door and stepped back inside. On his way across the room, he ran into his team leader, Chris Larabee, and that man's date, Mary Travis. Vin suddenly realized how right Jack had been. He knew Chris and Mary were not an item — just good, old friends — yet he had brought her to the party, because that's what a straight guy would do.
"Leaving so soon, Vin?" Chris politely asked.
"Yeah, I think I'm comin' down with somethin'," Vin blurted out the only excuse he could think of. It wasn't like he ever did this sort of thing, picking up a stranger at some party — he didn't have a cheat sheet prepared with any handy lines with which to skirt the issue.
Mary placed a concerned hand on his forehead, and then finally shook her head in disapproval. "You've been outside without your coat, haven't you?" she asked, though it was more of a motherly assessment than a question. "No wonder you're not feeling well. You ought to get right to bed," she insisted.
"Yeah, I reckon I oughta," Vin hung his head in embarrassment as the image of Jack flashed through his mind.
"I'll drive you home," Chris offered, but Vin would never have imposed, would never have felt right dragging Chris away from having a good time, even if he had been sick.
"Naw, ya should stay here and enjoy the party. I'll just catch a cab."
Chris nodded. "If you're sure. Because it's no trouble."
"I'll be fine. I'll see ya at work next week, Chris. Happy New Year ta both of ya."
"Happy New Year, Vin," the pair said in unison as Vin left them to find his coat in the spare bedroom just down the front hall.
As he came back out, he noticed Jack standing near the bar speaking intently with another man, younger, almost as good looking as Jack, and his tuxedo didn't look rented like Vin's did.
Vin wondered if maybe Jack had found a nicer prospect for the evening. He stood in the bedroom doorway for a while and just watched the pair. Jack put a hand on the other man's arm, tenderly at first, but soon he was using it to put a firm distance between them. Finally Jack just turned away, disappearing into the crowd.
Vin walked out of the party a moment later. As he waited in the hall for the elevator, he decided: he'd wait that five minutes downstairs, just in case, but after that he would head home. Not a big deal, he told himself. So the guy was drop-dead gorgeous. So the guy looked like a model right off the cover of GQ. So he kissed better than any man Vin had ever been with.
Whether this ended with that kiss or a one-night stand, at this point, it didn't make any difference. Tomorrow Vin would still be alone.
In the lobby, Vin paced back and forth, checking the clock on the wall as the seconds ever so slowly stretched into first one minute and then two. Finally, Vin shoved his arms into the sleeves of his coat and forced himself to move outside. He paced for what seemed like an hour outside the fancy, downtown apartment building, avoiding the disinterested concern of the red-coated doorman.
He was just about to leave — screw it! he'd said to himself — when Jack glided through the door and placed himself directly in Vin's path. "You didn't think I forgot, did you?"
Vin shook his head and the pair walked off down the street, several feet apart, like heterosexual men are apt to do, until they were far from the view of the nosy doorman. Only then did they hail a cab.
Jack gave the driver his address without even asking if Vin had a preference, and, not five minutes later, they pulled up outside a building far grander and impressive than the one in which A.D. Travis lived.
"You don't work for the ATF, do you?" Vin asked when Jack was finished paying the cab driver and they had begun to walk toward the ornate front doors. "So how do you know A.D. Travis?"
"I'm his broker," Jack said as they stepped inside the posh lobby of the building.
Vin looked around at the ornate furniture that seemed like some French king should be standing before it, posing for an official portrait. Even the containers of flowers were grand, more like marble urns than mere vases. And the elevator doors looked like polished gold set into a wall of mirrored glass.
What the hell am I doing in a place like this? Vin couldn't help but wonder as the doors parted admitting them inside the lift. Vin watched Jack as he pressed the top button, marked 30, then stepped back to lean against the polished railing as the doors closed and the elevator sped heaven-ward.
Jack glanced over at him and smiled. In the light of the bright fluorescents, Vin realized how unkind the pale moonlight had been to this man. Jack was more incredible than he'd realized, far more handsome. And Vin's unashamed cock strained at the material of his pants in deep appreciation.
Soon they were upstairs and inside the penthouse suite. It was lavishly decorated in white and crystal. Vin was afraid to touch anything — afraid he'd get something dirty. But as soon as the apartment door closed behind them, Jack forced away all of Vin's worries. The man pressed a deep kiss against his mouth as his arms again wrapped him in an all-encompassing embrace.
"Baby, when I saw you at that party," Jack said between kisses. "I knew I had to have you."
Vin didn't say a word — afraid that this was some dream he might wake up from.
A moment later, Jack began undressing him in the hallway. First the clip-on bow-tie was discarded as if Jack never wanted to set eyes on the abomination again, then Vin's tuxedo jacket was pushed from his shoulders and onto the floor. All the while, Jack continued to kiss him until Vin thought he would pass out from lack of oxygen.
His head swam and he nearly shot his wad when Jack finally pushed his shirt open and pressed warm, firm hands against the skin of his chest and stomach. Soon Vin found himself fumbling with the buttons of his own pants as Jack led him into the bedroom.
Vin sat on the edge of the bed to pull off his shoes and socks as Jack stood before him, peeling off layer after layer of wool and silk material in a tantalizing display of confidence and sensuality. Vin stared, utterly amazed by this incredible man who had chosen him out of that crowd of people at the party and had brought him back here to his palatial apartment, just to make love to him.
Before Vin could even get his mind back on his own clothing, Jack was standing naked before him — tanned golden and well muscled. A moment later, he pushed Vin back onto the bed, pulling his pants and underwear off his long, scrawny legs.
Vin scooted himself into the center of the bed and then waited as Jack slowly crawled on top of him, kissing the entire length of his body until he reached his lips. Jack's hand slipped between them again and found Vin's throbbing cock. When he wrapped his fingers around the hot member, a gasp was ripped from Vin's throat.
"You want me, don't you?" Jack asked and Vin immediately nodded. "You want more of this," he said as his fingers rippled over his engorged cock, coaxing from the tip a droplet of slick jism. "Tell me."
"I want ya, Jack," he said, using the man's name for the first time.
"You want to taste me, don't you, baby?" he asked as he ground his erection against Vin's thigh.
"Yes," Vin almost begged, his mind and body completely enthralled by this man.
Jack rolled over onto his back and waited for Vin, who immediately kneeled next to him and eagerly began to devour the sleek perfection of the man's hard cock. First Vin nibbled gently on the head, running his tongue over the exposed glans and along the demarcating ridge. He moved his hands to the base of the man's erection, encircling it with his thumb and forefinger, and then using his other fingers to caress the coarse skin of his balls.
"Yeah, baby. That feels so good," Jack moaned as he ran an idle hand through Vin's long hair. "Oh, right there," he sighed as Vin moved his hand between Jack's legs to caress the small, hidden pucker of skin.
Soon Vin felt the man tense, and then his hips began to buck, forcing his cock into Vin's mouth. Jack was large and long, and Vin had a difficult time swallowing the entire length without gagging, but he tried, having the freedom to move upward himself to control just how deep he would allow Jack to penetrate.
Vin began to knead Jack's balls as he heard the man's breathing become ragged. He tried to keep the rhythm constant as they moved together to thrust Jack's cock in and out of his mouth until he felt Jack spasm. Suddenly his hips shot upward, slamming the head of his penis against the back of Vin's mouth. He fought the urge to gag and cough long enough for Jack's hips to relax, allowing room inside Vin's mouth to collect his warm jism, which he then eagerly swallowed.
Vin sucked the last of the milky-white fluid from him, and then fell back onto the bed. A few moments later, he felt Jack's hand on his cock, gently caressing the throbbing staff.
"We can't forget about you," Jack said in a quiet, enticing voice as his fingers continued to play over Vin's taut skin. He wiggled his hips and thrust them slightly upward against Jack's hand which finally encircled his flesh and began pumping away, causing Vin's cock to harden and ache.
"God, that feels incredible, Jack," he said, hoping the man would continue.
"You want more?" the man asked and Vin moaned a pleasure-filled yes. "You want to bury your hot dick deep inside me. Don't you?" he almost demanded and Vin couldn't deny it. He wanted to bury himself so deeply inside this man again and again and again.
"Yes," he breathed. "Now," he said — it was almost a question.
Jack responded by rolling over and onto his knees. He then reached over to the nightstand and pulled two items from the drawer. The first was a tube of clear lubricant that he opened then squeezed onto Vin's out-stretched hand. Jack then moved to give Vin access to the entry between his legs and Vin eagerly began to rub the thick lube over his pucker of skin.
As soon as he inserted a finger, he felt Jack's muscles clamp down around it, and then the man began to move his body forward and back, forcing the finger in and out of his hole. Soon Vin was able to add a second finger and a third, easing the muscles wider as Jack continued to thrust. Finally, once Vin had added two more fingers, from his other hand, and began to leverage the entry wide, Jack reached back and handed Vin the second item he'd removed from the drawer.
It was a small, square, blue package containing one lubricated condom. Vin quickly tore down the side and pulled the slippery disk out. He pinched the tip, and then unrolled the latex over his hard cock, while Jack turned over and repositioned himself on his back with his legs drawn up. Vin pressed his tip against the man's entry, pushing the swollen bulb inside. He then eased himself forward until his hips were flush against Jack's ass.
Jack held his legs against his chest and Vin held his hips as he began to move slowly in and out of the man's hot passageway. It was the most incredible feeling, Vin knew — being inside another man — and seeing the man's face smiling with lust and delight. Impossibly, he seemed to grow harder inside of this gorgeous man as he pumped deeply into him, thrust after thrust.
Vin watched as Jack's flaccid, spent penis began to swell again as he continued to move inside of him, knowing he was grazing that one spot which would give him as much pleasure as Vin was feeling.
"Oh, baby, right there," Jack said, assuring Vin he had the angle correct. "Faster," he demanded. "Harder." And Vin did his best to comply, until his own body's needs blocked out everything else. Naturally his thrusting became more intense, more rhythmic, until he felt the tingling, the popping, at each nerve ending.
He knew he was close before he heard Jack's next words. "More. Just a little more, baby," and Vin realized, incredibly, he was bringing Jack close to a second climax. He tried to still the urges inside of himself, tried to ease his thrusts enough to delay his orgasm without delaying Jack's.
God, he'd never made a man come twice before!
Vin moved his hand to Jack's cock, to help him along, to quicken the act, since he knew he couldn't suspend his own impending explosion much longer. Jack sucked in a quick bit of air when Vin's long fingers wrapped around his throbbing rod and he thrust his hips upward into his hand, a movement which caused a sudden pain along Vin's own cock, almost bringing on an eruption, but Vin held his breath until the wave of intensity passed.
He then concentrated again on Jack, kneading his cock until he saw the man's head press back against the mattress and felt the pulsation along the upper side as the warm jism spurted out onto the rippled surface of Jack's belly.
A moment later, Vin's own cock demanded attention as it too began to spasm. He moved his hands back to Jack's hips, to steady himself, as he began forcing his cock quick and deep into his partner's body. He threw his own head back as the explosions began, but it was Jack who cried out, "More! Harder!" Vin had no control over himself but his body seemed to naturally obey until all of his hot liquid was released.
Before he forgot, Vin encircled his fingers around the base of his cock, securing the spent condom, and then withdrew from Jack. He fell back onto the mattress, exhausted from the most incredible sex he'd ever experienced. He forced his mind to linger on the acts, to play over in his head the images and feelings of the past hour. He didn't want to think of what would happen next — how soon Jack would kick him out, how soon he'd be alone again, sleeping another night in an empty bed.
But Jack curled up next to him, snuggling his head against Vin's shoulder. After a while he said, "There's a spare pair of pajama bottoms in the middle dresser drawer," He was offering Vin the opportunity to stay and Vin couldn't hardly believe it. A smile spread wide across his lips.
He nodded, and a few moments later got up from the bed to slip the condom from his soft penis before it could leak onto the comforter. In the bathroom he knotted then deposited the used latex in the trash before wiping himself off with a handful of toilet paper. It wasn't long before Jack came in and nuzzled up behind him, grinding his sticky, flaccid member against Vin's small ass.
"That was incredible, wasn't it?"
Vin smiled into the mirror, catching the man's brown eyes in the reflection.
"I wouldn't mind doing that again," he said, kissing Vin's ear and neck. "And again."
ST. VALENTINE'S DAY
Snowboarding for St. Valentine's Day. That had been Jack's present to Vin. In Aspen no less. He couldn't believe it. And all he'd planned was a little picnic in front of the fireplace — as easily done in Aspen as anywhere else, though he never could have afforded the luxury hotel suite he and Jack were now occupying.Jack leaned over and kissed Vin deeply. "I had fun today," he said as he sat back.
"Me, too. I can't believe how good ya are! Even JD would have a hard time keepin' up with ya."
Jack just nodded, having yet to meet JD. No one had met Jack yet, and Vin wasn't planning on changing that any time soon. Not that Vin was embarrassed by his friends, because he wasn't — not usually anyway — and not that he didn't think they wouldn't like Jack, because who wouldn't like Jack? But, they still didn't know he was gay.
It probably wouldn't matter to them, Vin was coming around to thinking, but what if it did? He had to work closely with these men, in dangerous situations, and he didn't want to do anything that might compromise the level of trust, understanding, and communication they'd all achieved. They were the loosest bunch of men God put on this earth, but in the field, they could practically read each other's minds.
Vin knew, at the very least, they'd be upset he'd lied to them about his sexuality — he'd dated a few of their female friends to appease them, and, most recently, he'd told them about Jack, except he'd mislead them and let the group assume Jackie was a woman. That would be the best-case scenario.
Worst case would be any or all of them feeling uncomfortable because he was gay. If that happened, it would make any close-quarters situations impossible and that could jeopardize their missions and their lives.
"Baby, you know I don't like you thinking about other men," Jack said, breaking Vin from his reverie.
"Huh? Ya mean, JD? Oh, I wasn't—" but Jack cut him off with a deep kiss.
"I'm not sure I believe you, baby," he finally said. "I think you better prove I'm the only man on your mind." Jack grinned widely and Vin felt a tingling that raced all the way down to his toes.
Jack laid back on the bearskin rug, his golden-tanned body gleaming in the firelight. Vin reached over and grabbed a strawberry from the plate, then dipped it into the bowl of warm vanilla pudding. With the stem and calyx firmly between his teeth, he crawled over to Jack, and then guided the tip of the berry from one nipple to the other, connecting them with a sweet trail, then down the centerline between his rippled abs to his belly button where Vin deposited the plump, red fruit.
He then sat back on his heels and studied his artwork. "Good enough ta eat," he said to his lover with a wide grin. Then he bent down and plied his tongue to the pudding trail he'd drawn, beginning again with Jack's right nipple, slow swirling his tongue over the small, hardening peak until it was cleaned of all sweet traces. Then, Vin moved over the path that lead to his other nipple, where he again spent many minutes making sure he left his lover as clean as he was satisfied. Then he moved his tongue down the centerline, but instead of simply lapping up the pale confection, Vin used his tongue like a snowboard and Jack's abs like moguls, crisscrossing over the sweet path all the way down until he reached his prize, the luscious strawberry.
But he did not devour the ripe, juicy fruit. Instead, he ran his tongue in circles around it before delicately biting off the calyx, which he discreetly discarded. After which he nibbled first one small bit, then another and another until all that remained in Jack's belly button was a puddle of strawberry juice and pudding. Vin placed his lips around the indentation, as if giving it a kiss, but then he sucked up the sweet liquid until Jack was squirming beneath him.
"Baby, that feels ... ah, amazing," Jack whispered through a deep moan.
Vin shifted himself to lay a deep kiss on his lover's lips. This man was incredible, he thought. And this incredible man wanted him. How can this not be a dream?
He began trailing kisses down Jack's neck, to his earlobe, which he teased with the tip of his tongue. He heard Jack growl, which, he had come to learn, meant his lover was enjoying the intense sensation.
But suddenly Jack turned on him, "Strip for me," he requested.
Jack was already naked, that had happened much earlier in the evening. Unlike Vin, he wasn't one to be embarrassed by his form; of course, Jack honestly had no reason to be, Vin knew.
But Vin still had on his polo shirt and slacks, both presents from Jack earlier in their relationship. The places Jack frequented didn't seem to cater to the T-shirt and blue jeans sort of crowd Vin was used to.
Vin stood up, as Jack rolled onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow for optimal viewing. As Vin slowly worked the burgundy polo shirt over his head, Jack reached down and began to stroke himself very slowly. Vin couldn't help but watch the show Jack was putting on for him: the strong fingers working over the swollen flesh; fingers he would love to have caressing his own cock, now straining for release inside his trousers.
"Baby, you're not stripping," Jack reminded him, and Vin smiled awkwardly. He really didn't like being stared at and would have much preferred just to stare at Jack, who loved the attention. "Strip."
Already bare-chested, Vin worked his clumsy fingers on the buckle of his belt, finally freeing the end, then pulling the belt out through the loops around the waistband. He tossed the leather aside, then began to undo the top button of his pants, still aware of Jack's eyes critically upon him, still aware of the pleasure Jack was giving himself in his absence.
Finally, he pulled down his fly, worked the fabric over his hips and down his legs, then stepped out of the pants. But when his hands moved to his briefs, Jack ordered, "No. I want to do that myself." Vin smiled shyly and started to return to Jack's side, but the man stood. With a wide grin he reached out to Vin. "Come on, Baby," he said as he grabbed Vin around the waist and threw him over his shoulder.
The wind left Vin's lungs with the sudden movement, but then he laughed at the game and allowed Jack to carry him into the bedroom without too much of a struggle. The man then threw him onto the king-sized bed, still grinning mischievously. Vin waited for what would come next.
It wasn't much of a wait. Jack reached over and grabbed the elastic waistband of Vin's briefs — actually bikini briefs, red ones — another present from Jack. The underwear was quickly tossed aside, and then Jack grabbed Vin's feet and spun him onto his stomach before pulling him down over the edge of the bed.
A moment later, a tube of lubricant was tossed onto the bed near Vin's head. "I want you tonight," Jack said huskily behind him. "How much of me do you want?"
"All of ya," Vin answered and he meant it. This man was the best thing to ever happen to him. He always wanted Vin with him, he helped him with things like clothes so that Vin would never feel uncomfortable or embarrassed in public, they took weekend trips and did fun things, and the sex was amazing. Jack always wanted him, he always told him that, and Vin couldn't get enough.
A moment later, Vin felt the cool lubricant being spread between his butt cheeks, then one of Jack's fingers entered him quickly followed by another. He was impatient tonight, Vin immediately realized, so he did his best to relax to give his lover whatever he wanted on this special night.
Soon he felt the swollen tip of Jack's cock pressing between his cheeks. Vin took a deep breath before closing his eyes. "Breathe," he said silently to himself. "Breathe." And he had to fight the instinct to clamp his muscles down when Jack finally penetrated.
The man was so huge; it was incredible. He seemed to fill Vin up completely, to make him whole. And Vin tried not to break the moment by crying out in pain as Jack too soon began to thrust in and out of him.
Vin continued to breathe through the sensations until the edge was gone and all he could feel was wave after wave of pleasure as Jack moved in and out of him.
"You like that? Do you?" he demanded as his pounded repeatedly into Vin. "Say it! Do you?"
"Yes," he groaned. "Please, more!" It was their little game. Jack loved to be in control and Vin didn't care one way or the other. Usually it was Jack who wanted to do the thrusting, but sometimes, he was in the mood to receive — though he was no less in command then, no less demanding and assertive. That was one thing Vin liked about him: this man knew what he wanted and he knew how to get it.
Vin actually liked this position, kneeling on the floor and leaning over the edge of the bed. It meant he had a free hand, which he used on his own cock, to stroke himself as Jack continued to thrust deeply into him. He felt the man's fingers dig into his hips as Jack neared release and that was Vin's cue to pump himself harder. It was always more pleasant if he could come before Jack, while the man was still thrusting into him. He just felt so empty after Jack released him and the come was never as fulfilling.
And tonight, of all nights, he wanted them both fulfilled. It was the first Valentine's Day Vin had ever spent with anyone special and it meant the world to him. It had been such a perfect day, and he wanted it to end the same way. After this, they would fall asleep in each other's arms, and Vin would feel both loved and wanted.
"Jack!" Vin cried out in a moan as his orgasm ripped through him, sending sparks down all of his nerves. He had no more energy to help maintain the rhythm between himself and Jack, but it didn't matter. Jack's hands were still on Vin's hips, they were still pulling and pushing him back and forth as Jack continued to thrust in and out, burying the full length of his cock deeply into Vin with each quick, yet graceful movement.
Suddenly the thrusting stopped as Jack pulled Vin's hips hard against him. "Oh, God!" the man screamed, then pushed Vin away only to impale himself deep within Vin once more. He then felt Jack's full weight upon him — both felt and heard his labored breathing, as Jack laced his arms under Vin's.
Moments later, Jack pulled himself free of Vin, and Vin clamped down on his muscles out of habit. "Clean yourself up," Jack told him. "Then hurry back."
Vin almost made it to the bathroom before he felt the dribbles of semen down his legs. He hoped he was far enough away from Jack that the man hadn't noticed. Quickly, he wiped the thick jizz off with a damp towel, and then returned to the bedroom.
Jack had crawled beneath the covers and was waiting for him. Vin smiled and almost ran across the room. He slipped between the sheets and planted a long kiss on his lover's lips.
"Jack, this has been the most incredible day—" he finally said, but Jack stopped him with another kiss.
"It's not over yet," the man said, guiding Vin's hand down to his soft penis. "I think you've got some work to do before we're done." Jack smiled widely and Vin returned it, eager to please his lover, eager for another session of incredible sex with this man who wanted him again and again.
THE SPRING COTILLION
Vin Tanner raked his blue eyes over the hard body of his lover. The man was so gorgeous! Vin just couldn't believe his luck: he was just a scrawny, dumb, ol' Texan and he was dating a Harvard MBA graduate making more money every week than Vin had seen in his entire life. He still couldn't believe Jack Hanover was even giving him the time of day, let alone permission to touch his body.And what a body it was! Tanned to perfection, well muscled, lean and ripped. The man could easily have had a career modeling or acting, and had done a little of each in his spare time during college. Hell, Jack Hanover could do anything he damn well pleased — he was great at everything he did, from racing stock cars to skiing to skydiving. The only thing Vin was better at, knew more about, was guns. Vin could shoot the eyes off a fly at 700 meters given his best, scoped rifle. But that didn't matter to Jack. Jack didn't like guns, wouldn't even allow them in his penthouse apartment, which looked out over the nicest section of downtown Denver.
"Are you just going to stand there daydreaming, baby, or are you going to do something about this?" he asked Vin, gracefully gesturing at his exposed and throbbing cock.
Vin immediately kneeled before the man and licked the drop of pre-cum from the engorged head, before running his tongue down the entire length. Even in this department, Jack had it all over him — Vin had never seen a more perfect penile specimen — and Vin was awed each time the man dropped his trousers demanding attention.
"Oh, yeah, baby. Just like that," Jack moaned as Vin took his full length into his mouth and began bobbing up and down, swirling his tongue over both the tip and shaft in the process. "Yeah, more," Jack ordered. "More." He twined his fingers in Vin's hair to readjust the rhythm. "Yeah, right there!"
Vin moved his hands from Jack's thighs to between his legs, stroking over the course skin of his sac, kneading the balls with his palms.
Soon Jack was thrusting into Vin's mouth as Vin tried his best not to choke on the length, but as the man drove harder and faster, it became more and more difficult for Vin. But, just when he could take the pounding no longer, Jack began to spurt hot fluid into his mouth. Vin choked then, coughing as the man continued to pump into him.
Finally, Jack simply pushed Vin away and used his own hand to milk the last droplets of his seed onto the floor. Then he stood up from his seat on the toilet lid and stepped over Vin to the bathroom sink. "I know that's not your best position," Jack said as he ran the tap warm to wet a towel with which to clean himself off.
Vin, now slumped against the bathroom wall, grabbed a wad of toilet paper from the dispenser right near his head and wiped the dribbles of semen from his mouth and chin. Jack then tossed him the used towel and he plied it to the small opalescent puddle the man had left on the tile floor.
When Vin finished, he got to his feet, then watched as Jack primped himself in the mirror, smoothing his hair, straightening his tie, checking the fly on his trousers and brushing away any stray dust they may have picked up off the bathroom floor.
Their eyes met via the reflection and Jack said, "You have to be more careful. I don't know what I would have done if you'd gotten jizz on my pants. You think the least ol' Darcy could do is keep a hairdryer in his guest bathroom for just such an emergency."
Jack then turned to face Vin, putting his hands on the slightly shorter man's shoulders. He wiped a piece of toilet paper lint from Vin's stubbled chin. "I thought I told you to shave. It's not the eighties anymore and this look went out when Miami Vice was canceled." He then brushed his hands quickly over Vin's shirt and jacket, smoothing out the wrinkles made by their little tryst. "How much did I give you to spend on this suit?"
"Four hundred," Vin replied. The man had left four crisp bills on the dresser for him just a few days before this party. He wanted Vin especially presentable for this crowd, since Jack was hoping to garner some new high-rolling clients from among the predominantly gay guests at his friend Darcy's annual spring cotillion.
"Well, it's no worse than before. Come on. We better get back to the party before we're missed." He kissed Vin quickly, and then made a sour face. "Actually, why don't you see if there's some mouthwash in one of these cabinets?" Jack then pulled the door open. "I'll see you out there."
Vin watched as the door closed behind his lover. He reached over and locked it, then sat down on the lid of the toilet seat, placing a hand to his mouth and tracing the burning trail Jack had fingered across his chin.
It had all been so perfect, but now.... Vin didn't know what to think. At first he'd chalked it up to moodiness — after all, who didn't have a bad stretch every once in a while? He knew he certainly did, and all his friends at work did. But, lately, Vin was getting the feeling it was something more.
Instead of wanting him, Vin was getting the feeling that Jack was merely tolerating him. Jack had stopped picking out Vin's clothes for him and was now just leaving him money with instructions on what to purchase. Their weekend trips were becoming less frequent — when was the last time? Vin wondered. Last month maybe? Jack was spending more time at the office, which meant fewer and fewer dinners together. And the nights they were together, well, too often Jack would fall asleep right after Vin satisfied him.
And now this. A quickie in the bathroom during the middle of a party. Oh, it wasn't the first time they'd done something like this — it had always been thrilling to sneak off and do the deed a room away from all the other party guests. And Jack never locked the door. He said it was more exciting that way — the danger of being caught, the thrill of someone walking in and maybe wanting to join them. It had never happened, which Vin was grateful for — that wasn't his idea of excitement, but it had always added something to Jack's level of pleasure.
But tonight it was different. It had been one-sided in the past — Jack getting his rocks off in Vin's hand or mouth or ass — but there had always been the promise of more to come later. Jack had not made that promise tonight. And he'd left Vin behind, instead of waiting so they could return to the party together.
Vin still ached from their encounter. Doing Jack always made him hard. Hell, just looking at the man had that affect on him, and his cock, still sequestered inside his trousers, demanded attention. Vin unbuttoned his pants, zipped down his fly, and then slipped his fingers inside his briefs to pull his dick free. The shaft was warm in his hand and he slowly drew one finger up and down its length, unconsciously comparing it to the perfection of Jack's cock. The man was hung and it was always a pleasure to touch his swollen rod. His own cock was shorter by a good inch, and not nearly as wide. It was no wonder Jack preferred to be inside Vin than to have Vin inside him — there was no way Vin could fill him, let alone fulfill him, the way he did Vin.
Soon Vin's cock began to sag, even with Vin's own fingers wrapped around it, stroking it. Finally, he just gave up, stuffing the limp tissue back inside his briefs and standing up to refasten his pants.
He began looking through the cabinets and finally found a bottle of mouthwash, which he used as Jack had requested. He wiped his mouth again, smoothed down his long hair, and then returned to the party.
Vin walked around, looking for Jack for a very long time, before spotting him on the far side of the room. Jack was talking with someone — tall, blond, wearing a suit that looked made for him — and he was laughing and smiling. Vin continued to stare until Jack finally bent in close and a moment later the pair parted.
Trained in observation, Vin watched the other man as he made his way through the crowd, towards the room where they had all left their coats. A minute later, he was back, his coat slung casually over his arm, and heading for the front door. It was still early and the party was far from over, Vin knew, so he had to wonder at the man's sudden departure.
But before his mind could wrap itself around the puzzle, Jack was standing before him. "I've been looking for you," his lover said with a casual smile.
Vin nodded. "I, ah, was lookin' for ya, too."
Jack placed a hand on Vin's shoulder and gave him a small squeeze. "Look, baby, I know this probably isn't the best place for this, but...."
Vin furrowed his brows. His stomach was suddenly feeling very queasy and he wasn't sure why.
"I'm sure you've notice it. The past few weeks. It's just not, well ... I've had a good time, and I'm sure you have, too."
Vin nodded again, bile now beginning to rise up into his throat.
"But, these things don't last forever. A few months at best, and that's what we had."
"But..." Vin began to protest, trying to understand what was happening. Jack slid his hand down to Vin's arm. "What about all the fun we had?"
"Had, yeah. It was good, while it lasted."
"But, ya bought me clothes and—"
"Don't worry about it. Keep them. I don't need them back."
"But, ya can't—"
Vin now felt Jack's arm straighten against his, almost pushing him away — at the very least, preventing Vin from coming any closer. "Baby, I had fun, but it's over. You know how these things go."
Vin opened his mouth, but then couldn't remember what he was going to say. This wasn't happening. Not here, not now, in this crowd of strangers. Jack had been so perfect. And Vin had tried so hard to please him.
"I'll see you around, baby," Jack said before turning and disappearing into the crowd.
Vin, who had been unconsciously holding his breath, now began to hyperventilate. He gripped the side of the table his was standing next to. What had he done wrong? Oh, God! It couldn't be over. Jack told him he wanted him, just hours before. How could that have suddenly changed?
Vin looked up then, for some reason, and saw Jack leaving through the front door. For a moment he considered following him. Confronting him in the hallway, away from the prying eyes of all these party guests. But he didn't know what to say to the man. Jack was always the one with all the words, he always knew what to say, and Vin never did — it was one of the things Vin admired about the man.
Finally, Vin started pushing his way through the crowd, but when he stepped through the front door into the hallway, there was no one there. Jack must have already caught the elevator down. Vin thought about following him. He could confront him in the lobby just as easily as the hallway, but then the image of that other man leaving the party flashed into Vin's head.
He turned and made his way to the French doors that separated the main room from the balcony. The apartment was at the front of the building, overlooking the street. Vin made his way to the railing and looked down. On the sidewalk below there was a blond man in a dark coat pacing casually back and forth. A few moments later another man joined him — Vin knew it was Jack — and they kissed briefly before stepping into the waiting taxicab.
Vin pulled himself away from the railing, feeling the bile protesting inside his stomach again. He swallowed hard and forced himself to breathe again.
It was over. Jack had found himself another man. Someone more worthy of his time, his attention, and his bed.
"Are you okay?" a pleasant-looking man inquired, stepping close to him.
Vin merely nodded, then turned and left the balcony, the party, and the posh apartment building. He made his way on foot to the nearest bus stop and waited for the public transportation that would take him back to his run-down apartment building and the solitude of his empty rooms there.
~ fade ~
April 2001Please do NOT repost this story anywhere outside of the Blackraptor Fiction Website.
Characters from "The Magnificent Seven," were used without permission and this story in no way signifies support of, or affiliation with, The Mirisch Group, MGM, Trilogy Entertainment, or CBS Worldwide, Inc. The M7-ATF universe was created by Mog, and extra thanks go to her for allowing other people to play within it. The story itself and any non-Magnificent Seven characters belong to the author. This story will not be sold for any reason.
Thanks to my beta reader for all of her help and encouragement!