Keeping Watch

by Laura H.

Good Lord....I do believe I understand what held Mr. Larabee so captivated this evening... Any further musing on Ezra’s part was stopped as a loud groan tore through his throat. The gambler arched his back and neck, forcing his head back as a shudder passed over his flesh. Ezra opened his eyes to look up at the stars of the sky, their brightness beginning to swirl as another jolt of pleasure traveled up his body. The gambler felt himself trembling with the need for relief from the pounding pleasure in his veins, but didn’t know when he would be allowed it. Instead, he felt a warm hand softly stroke his sweat-soaked stomach, followed by the gentle feeling of low whispered words across his flesh. Ezra relaxed his muscles and allowed himself to be settled on the blanket that separated he and his lover from the ground.

It hadn’t taken long to get things into place after his initial attack and conquerage of Chris Larabee. While pale green eyes, wide with passion and bewilderement, watched, Ezra and his new partner in this operation, Raphael, had quickly set about getting everything ready for their next move. Blankets had been brought from over by the fire, and Ezra had, soon after, found himself glad that they still retained some of the warmth their proximity had granted them. And, finally, when all was set, they had begun their show.

Raphael, Ezra quickly discovered, was one that had an infinite amount of patience and self-control. His touches had been gently insistent and Ezra was almost surprised when he’d found himself laid out on the still-warm blankets. He really didn’t have any clear memory, other than fiery kisses, hot skin pressing on him, and the tang of arousal that seemed to choke the air, to account for his present position. Once down, Raphael had made quick work of getting to what he wanted, and that was anything that would make Ezra writhe with pleasure.

The Mexican had shed his hat long ago and the moon now shined dully off his black curls. They were beginning to glisten with sweat; partly his own and partly that of where he’d rested his head on Ezra’s now bare midriff. Raphael was exceptionally pleased with this new turn of events. The gambler was, by no means, unattractive, and he obviously had a very reckless streak in him. All combined behind a smooth, alabaster face, deep green eyes, and soft chestnut hair.

Ezra drew one quivering hand up from its powerful grip on the blanket he lay on and ran it through the rapidly dampening curls on his lover’s head. Finding a purchase, he pulled and brought the Mexican’s head up until it was level with his own. The weight of the other man rested easily on his body and Ezra felt another surge of pleasure go through him. The feeling of being trapped between the man and the ground was exquisite as he shifted to carry the weight more evenly, not even minding the occassional stone that made its presence known under the blanket.

The dark haired man was still clothed for the most part. Aside from his hat, all that had really been removed from his person was the red scarf he wore around his waist and his boots. The white shirt that had been tucked into his tight black pants was now loose and free, allowing Ezra a glimpse of the coppery skin that covered his chest. A small, dark line of hair ran down the center as an arrow, pointing to treasures the gambler was more than eager to uncover. Ezra looked into the dark brown eyes, almost black with desire, and saw the controlled heat within them. The fierce passion that burned there could almost singe his flesh.

Raphael licked his lips and Ezra couldn’t keep his eyes from focusing on the slow movement of the other’s tongue as it traced the full outline. He’d long since forgotten about their audience, even though his brain registered a low moan that came from behind them on several occassions. His body was on fire and the man atop him was only adding fuel to the flame. Once Raphael’s lips were gleaming with wetness from his tongue’s trip around them, Ezra leaned up and nipped at the lower portion of flesh, drawing it into to his mouth to suck greedily at it. The Mexican moaned and a slight tremble traveled over his frame and onto Ezra, making the gambler shake in a mere continuation of the original movement.

Ezra’s eyes slid closed of their own volition and he had a fleeting thought finding Chris in the same state he’d just entered. I suppose I understand why Mr. Larabee was unable to keep watch, now, he thought before everything became filled with dancing lights. Raphael’s mouth pressed hard against his own, his tongue driving deep inside. The wet intruder mingled with his own tongue before moving on to explore the new territory it had just conquered. The gambler sucked greedily before breaking away as a new sensation attacked his body.

Raphael grinned, his manner silent as always as he reached a hand between their sweat-slick bodies to grasp the impatient flesh that had pushing up into his thigh for quite some time. Ezra bucked into his hand as the Mexican tightened his grip, slipping a thumb over the swollen head of the other man’s erection. Raphael could feel the pulse pounding inside the hard column and he gave it several hard, firm strokes before releasing it. Then, he brought his now slickened hand up and gently outlined Ezra’s lips with one wet digit before capturing the gambler in another blazing kiss.

The gambler had a hard time breathing as Raphael’s tongue darted inside his mouth, this time bringing with it the salty taste of his own sweat and excitement. The combination, mixed with the tang of cheroot from Raphael’s lips, only served to make the gambler moan deeper in his throat. Ezra’s hands took on a frenzied speed as he pushed and pulled at the Mexican’s clothing, forcing the soft shirt over Raphael’s shoulders and down to his wrists. Once past, Ezra threw it carelessly to the side and splayed his nimble fingered hands across the other man’s back, feeling the smooth play of muscles under the flesh as Raphael began to slowly grind his hips into the man below him.

A soft cry hit the air, but neither man acknowledged it as Ezra’s hands worked their way south, squeezing gently on the smooth, rounded globes of Raphael’s ass before moving to the front to graze the extended bulge there. How the Mexican had kept from moaning in pain at being so constricted, Ezra would never know. His fingers made quick work, or as quick as could be expected of the shaking digits, of the fastenings and Raphael was soon joining the gambler in his moans of pleasure as his pants were quickly undone, matching those of his lover.

Ezra brought his hands back around to the other’s backside and scooped them inside the now loose pants. He could feel the clenching and releasing of muscles as Raphael’s hips began to move faster, now that he was free. The gambler pushed the material out of the way, leaving both their lower bodies open to cool night air. Ezra was surprised that steam wasn’t rising from their flesh as their movements became more and more urgent. He felt a slight graze of flesh against his stiffened rod and moaned before quickly adjusting his hips so that the graze became an almost constant contact. Raphael gasped as the feeling of air quickly turned into hot, swollen flesh against hot, swollen flesh.

Raphael dropped his head down into the crook between the gambler’s neck and shoulder and began moving his body quickly. He could feel Ezra’s hands roaming his back. He knew that Standish was used to using words to get what he wanted and the silence that begged him to give them the release they both needed was exquisite. Raphael began to nip at the heaving chest below him, moving down to lap at the rigid nipples he found there before returning to the quick, sharp bites that made every nerve in the gambler’s body tighten and intensify the slightest sensation as Raphael began to push their bodies towards the cliff that would drop them into ecstacy.

Six feet away, their audience was racing towards a cliff of his own, but Larabee was unsure if it was the cliff to nirvana or the cliff of insanity. His mind was racing between outrage, arousal, confusion, and desire. He’d watched, mainly in silence, until it had become obvious that the two men had become ingrossed with each other. Still, even though his body had wept with the need for touch and attention, Chris had forced himself to hold back the groans that his view brought... That is, until he couldn’t hold anything back. His groans and cries, though muffled by the gag Ezra had tied about his mouth, still seemed loud to the gunman as he struggled against the ropes. They burned lightly at his wrists, but it was, at least, a form of contact with his body.

The cool breeze which he’d been thankful for as it cooled the sweat Raphael had brought to his body, now became a hated enemy as it blew the tails of his shirt about his hips. Occassionaly, the fabric would drag across his weeping steel where it had been left open from Raphael’s interrupted pleasuring. Chris didn’t know if he’d ever been as aroused as the two men on the ground were making him, and he also didn’t know if he could survive it.

The green eyes were now all but green outlines around large, black pupils as he was consumed and drawn into the erotic show he was being subjected to. He heard the groans and longed to lick the sweat from the skin he yearned to touch. The two men began to move in a rhythm, and Chris found his own hips moving forward with the same rhythm of their own volition. He moaned as Ezra’s hands moved where he wished to caress, as Raphael’s lips lingered where he longed to kiss. As the Mexican began his oral trek over the gambler’s chest, Chris’ eyes were drawn to the visible evidence of Raphael’s teeth. The red flesh stood out like drops of blood on snow and Chris felt his body tighten further. For a moment, the gunman feared he would break into a thousand pieces.

Ezra and Raphael were groaning in sync, now, and Chris focused his eyes where their two manhoods rubbed against the other. Their bodies were arching and plunging with deafening speed now, and Chris knew they couldn’t hold out much longer. He longed to look away, but couldn’t bare the thought of missing a single second of the arousing tableau before him. Suddenly, Ezra stiffened and cried out, thrusting frantically as his seed gushed forward from his body. Chris almost swore he could feel the heat from the warm liquid as it left one flesh and contacted another.

As if that were a cue, Raphael followed suit. With a whispered "Madre de Dios!", he froze and threw back his head before exploding with a fury that overcame the dying eruption of Ezra’s own climax. Chris felt his body pumping, begging for contact with anything but the air around it. As the other men collapsed on top of each other, Chris screamed into his gag and felt his body disintigrate as his own orgasm took over. Larabee felt as if his bones had turned to dust and his skin held him together as he let the ropes at his wrists hold him up, every ounce of energy flowing out of him as he finally found the release that he needed.

SIX

The moon let its light fall, uncaring, on the trio below, making the bare flesh they exposed gleam. Chests rapidly rose and fell as the men drew in ragged breaths, the only testament to the fact that the moon depicted life instead of some strange collection of limp bodies. No other movement came from the group, causing the small night animals that had been frightened off by the strange cries that had been emitted to return for a closer look.

One particularly brave little rodent crept ever closer, drawn by the heat that was radiating from the two strange figures stretched out on the ground. The furry creature sniffed hesitantly, cautiously waiting a few seconds before each scurried move forward. It reached the end of the quiet forms, nose twitching as it tried to match scent with sight. Just then, the long form on top stretched, slightly, making a whisper of a groan escape his throat. The little animal squeaked with surprise and fear, turning tail and running for the safety of the desert beyond the corral.

Raphael sighed as he tried to make his body obey his commands. His muscles still quivered with the last vestiges of pleasure that had made him weak and left him breathless. He felt an answering sigh from the hot body beneath him. The Mexican smiled, tempted to just leave his head buried in the crook of the southerner’s neck and drift off to sleep. Something kept nagging at his lust-hazed brain, however, keeping sleep impossible. Realization of the sound of a third party’s ragged breathing caused Raphael to jerk a bit before remembering the reason why he was lying atop the gambler under the desert moon. The Mexican shifted and raised himself up onto his forearms, his eyes twinkling at the sight he found.

Ezra groaned as the warm body atop him moved. His entire body felt as if he’d been tossed about by a tornado and dropped from some great height. The gambler was sure his bones were shattered since he had no control over their movement. Ezra kept his eyes closed as he tried to adjust to the many sensations that the different parts of his body sent, like telegraphs, to his brain. A shiver shot through the gambler as the cool night air settled down around his flesh, still wet with sweat and the remnants of both his and Raphael’s recent orgasms.

The thought of the Mexican brought a small smile to Ezra’s face and he reached up with a hand to lay it across the back of the man that still rested atop him. He let his fingers feel the swell of skin as Raphael’s lungs drug in deep breaths before forcing them out. Ezra felt the body atop his shift a bit before a warm, velvet set of lips touched his, slowly drawing him out of the somewhat drowsy state he’d just been about to enter. The gambler responded to the kiss eagerly, breaking away to suck at the other man’s neck, listening to the raspy chuckle as he felt its vibrations through his lips.

"Ah, sureño travieso... if you continue this I will not be able to get up from this place all night." Ezra offered one last lick to the Mexican’s neck before stretching up to nibble at his ear. The southerner almost asked what it was the Mexican had said in his native tongue, but decided it didn’t matter as much as the latter part of his statement did. Ezra bit, sharply, at the area of skin just below Raphael’s ear before soothing the red skin with a quick lick of his tongue.

"I fail to see what problem there might be in that situation," the gambler replied, his voice muffled by his mouth’s close proximity to Raphael’s flesh. The Mexican groaned as the other’s talented tongue danced over his flesh. His dark eyes closed and he threw his head back, exposing more of his neck to the man below him, looking very much like a wolf as it rears back to serenade the moon.

"I do not have a problem with it at all, mi amor del sur.... But, I believe a mutual compadre of ours might..." Ezra paused for a moment, his mind trying to figure out what Raphael meant before realization kicked in. The gambler tilted his head back and to the side, looking to where their all-but forgotten audience lay limply in his bonds. Ezra’s green eyes darkened as he took in the small rivulets of sweat that ran down the gunman’s body, gleaming in the moonlight. Larabee’s legs were bent, showing no sign of offering the slightest support of his body’s weight.

Raphael let his dark gaze follow that of the man below him, noticing how the blonde hair of the gunman, now dark with sweat, lightly danced on his forehead in the slight breeze. The Mexican looked back down, seeing the appreciation of the sight in Ezra’s eyes, but also seeing the sudden concern that had crept into them at the fact that Larabee was not moving, other than the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

"Do not worry, traviesito... I am sure he is just trying to recover. I know that I am experiencing something similar." Raphael threw a pointed look at the southerner, who had turned his gaze back to him as he spoke, watching as a slight twinkle entered Ezra’s eyes.

"Perhaps we should offer our assistance?" Raphael let a feral grin work its way onto his face, leaning down to lap at Ezra’s lips before nodding. The two slowly moved away from one another and stood, both carefully refastening their pants about their waists to ensure they wouldn’t trip themselves up. Raphael made quick work of gathering the rest of their clothing that had been strewn along the ground while Ezra picked up the blanket they’d been laying on and took it back to spread by the dying fire. Raphael deposited their clothes on the ground in a pile and paused to feed the fire a few sticks to build it back up before joining Ezra as the gambler made his way back to the corral where Chris waited.

Ezra reached one hand out to lightly stroke Chris’ cheek, but the other man didn’t respond other than to give a slight shudder. Raphael gently grasped the gunman’s chin and raised his head, letting Ezra reach around and undo the gag, before easily letting it drop again and running his hand down Chris’ neck and arm to where he was tied to the corral. Ezra took the other arm and both began undoing the quick nots that he’d tied.

As Chris’ legs began to take his weight, they buckled, Raphael and Ezra quickly moving to get the gunman’ arms across their shoulders. They wrapped their other arms about his middle, grabbing onto his jeans to help keep him steady as they half-carried him over to where the fire was now burning brightly. The three men slowly dropped to the ground, with Raphael letting go of his precious burden, momentarily, to grab a few of articles of their clothes to make a small pillow. Ezra eased Chris down onto the makeshift bed and brushed the gunman’s hair away from his face.

"It would appear that Mr. Larabee has left us all alone," Ezra whispered, leaning down to softly nuzzle the gunman’s neck. Raphael moved up to kneel by Chris’ head, running his fingers through both his lovers’ hair. A small groan filled the air before that familiar, velvety steel voice, now breathless, filled the air.

"Like hell he has..." Ezra chuckled and raised up to see a pair of cool green eyes staring at him. He paused for a moment, wondering at the other man’s reaction to what had transpired. That he’d enjoyed it was obvious, but still, something inside Ezra made him wait for permission to proceed. Chris’ face was expressionless as he reached one hand up to trace the outline of Ezra’s lips. The gambler saw the slight red marks the ropes had left on Chris’ arms. The gambler leaned into the caress and brought his own hand up to grasp Larabee’s, pulling it up a bit farther before bending his head down and laying gentle kisses over the mark.

"I feel like I should repay you for this minor infraction on your skin...." Ezra whispered against Chris’ wrist, feeling the pulse under that skin jump and begin to race. The gunman simply nodded and Ezra leaned down, licking his lips before pressing them to Chris’ feeling the other man suck at the silky softness of them like a man dying of thirst. Breaking apart, Ezra slowly slid down, trailing his tongue out over the flesh of the man below him.

Chris moaned as Ezra’s fiery tongue moved down to his chest, swirling around his nipples. He threw his head back, feeling it contact with the strong thighs of his other lover. He opened his eyes to look up, watching as Raphael kept his dark gaze focused on what Ezra was doing to him. Chris reached up and wrapped his long fingers in the black locks, pulling the other man down to taste him. He was suprised at the tang of the other man until he realized the new taste was Ezra. That fact made him groan, thrusting his tongue deeper into the warm, wet cavern of Raphael’s mouth.

Ezra quickly worked his way down the blonde’s body, his tongue cleaning off the remnants of Chris’ earlier orgasm with long strokes of his tongue. The gambler paused, appreciation easily seen in his eyes as he got his first, close, look at Chris’ hardening member. The head was turning a vibrant red and the veins swelled under the skin as blood rushed to the organ. Ezra breathed across it, watching it bob, slightly, before placing a tender kiss on the tip. Chris’ hips bucked wildly and Ezra quickly restrained them with his hands before leaning back in and beginning a virtual feast on the treat before him.

"Jesus, Ezra..." Chris moaned, breaking away from Raphael’s kiss. The Mexican took up the southerner’s previous position at the gunman’s chest. Chris raised his head to look, watching as both men set to work at bringing his body back to the level of arousal he’d just been at, their skin gleaming a bright bronze in the firelight. The heat he felt from the flames was nothing compared to what his lovers were igniting under his skin.

Ezra pulled back to watch as Chris began to arch his back into Raphael’s talented tongue, the wet muscle sliding from one side to the other, pausing every few minutes to nibble at whatever skin was available. His eyes dropped to where Chris suddenly raised a hand to Raphael’s waist. The Mexican didn’t stop his motions as he reached his own hands down and undid his pants, letting Chris’ hand in to stroke the growing hardness there. Raphael growled as Chris began a steady rhythm. The gambler sat back on his knees and undid his own trousers, sighing as his length was released.

Chris felt the cool air around his groin and opened his eyes, locking them with the gambler as he watched the other man begin a slow stroking of his own hardness. There was a need in those deep green orbs, and Chris knew he’d do anything to fill it.

"Anything you want...." he whispered. Ezra shuddered, visibly, before slowly crawling on his hands and knees until his face was level with the blonde’s. Chris leaned up and nipped at Ezra’s lips. The gambler returned the kiss eagerly. Chris brought his free hand up to tangle in Ezra’s hair. "What do you want?" he asked.

"You," Ezra replied. Chris nodded and looked down to where Raphael was watching them. The Mexican nodded and Chris managed to stand up. He kicked off his boots and shrugged the out of the rest of his clothes, leaving the other two men to stare at his pale skin as the firelight danced over it, making him appear like some ghostly form in the darkness. "Like some kinda dark angel...." The comment came, unbidden to Ezra’s mind and he groaned before moving forward to kiss this sight before him, only to be pushed back down onto the blanket by the blonde apparition.

Chris wasted no time in getting rid of Ezra’s trousers, letting Raphael keep the other man busy with deep, breath-stealing kisses. Once the other man’s alabaster skin was open to the air, Chris dropped down and engulfed Ezra’s raging hardness, finding that familiar taste from Raphael’s mouth. He hungrily took as much of the weeping steel as he could, his tongue snaking out in curling sweeps as he held Ezra’s body still with his hands, his fingers splayed across the other man’s hips.

Ezra moaned loudly into Raphael’s mouth, feeling as if he was flying through the air. Raphael’s hands played across his chest, lightly tweaking his nipples as Chris drove him beyond the edge of sanity with his talented mouth. Suddenly, Raphael’s lips were gone and Ezra shook his head, as if dazed, before raising up to see what had happened. He watched, intrigued, as Chris held the other man in a deep kiss, sharing his essence between them. The two shared a look as they broke and Ezra wondered what would come next as Chris moved further down.

A loud groan tore through the air as Ezra fell flat on his back. Raphael’s mouth now covered his erection as Chris sank lower and probed into the gambler’s body. His tongue was like lightning, fast and hot, sending shocks through him as it entered Ezra. Something else pressed at his body and Ezra moaned as he felt Chris’ finger slowly force its way inside. He looked down into a pair of eyes that belonged to something un-human. A savage beast dwelt in those eyes and Ezra felt himself swelling as another finger joined the first.

"Please...." The whisper was barely audible, but it reached the feral being and a small nod answered it. Ezra watched as Chris came up on his knees, his body gleaming in the firelight. The gambler felt rough hands on his hips as he was pulled up and his ass rested on Chris’ knees. Raphael merely adjusted himself to the new position, his lips never leaving Ezra’s throbbing organ. Chris rapidly stroked his cock, spreading his own juices over the taut flesh before raising Ezra further and placing the tip at his entrance.

With slow movements, Chris worked his way inside, groaning at the tight feeling of Ezra’s flesh around his aching hardness. The gambler moaned and cried, his hands clenching at the blanket and brushing at Raphael’s thighs before one worked its way to the Mexican’s hardness. A groan surrounded his cock as Raphael verbalized his approval of the other man’s touch. Chris took a ruthless hold on Ezra’s hips and began to slide them up and down on his shaft, feeling the heat build. Ezra cried out, over and over, stroking harder and harder on Raphael’s member. Shudders passed, unstopping, from one body to another.

"Dear Lord!" Ezra cried, wondering briefly if he was crying out to the wrong being before he felt the first hot splash of liquid on his hand. Raphael growled around the bulging shaft in his mouth as his orgasm tore through him. Chris echoed the sound, pounding even harder into the body he held, making Ezra lose all conscious thought as he thrust his hips back against the intruder. The gunman bit his lip, throwing his head back, the muscles in his arms and chest tightening as he exploded. Ezra felt Chris’ white lightning enter his body and heaved up, emptying himself into Raphael’s hungry mouth.

The three men collapsed around each other, their breathing falling into a similiar rhythm as the fire crackled happily under the waning moon.

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