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Disclaimer: None of these guys belong to me. And neither does the one part of this story you may find familiar. It's from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid--a great classic movie and a fabulous scene, and after watching it for the umpteenth time, I just couldn't get it out of my head. So, it's in here--rewritten, and with a slash twist, natch.
Comments: Not much of a plot. Rather ridiculous, really. Keep that in mind.
"Goddamn, it's hot.""Y'said that already."
"Well, I'm sayin' it again. It's fuckin' hot as hell out here."
"Geeze, Buck, give it a rest. Ain't like we ain't here meltin' 'long side ya. Don't gotta keep at it, over 'n over 'gain."
Silence. Then:
"It's just so damn hot."
Groans.
"Well, whose idea was this anyway? I could've been sittin' in that nice, cool saloon right now, lettin' that pretty gal, what was her name... Cora, Dora...?"
"Doris, Buck. It was Doris."
"Yeah, yeah, Doris. Could've been makin' all nice with Doris there, lettin' her do all kinda nice things...but, no, one of you two just gets that itch t' cut on out. An' now here I sit on m' hot horse, in m' hot clothes, out here in the hot sun. Shit. It's hot as hell out here."
"Buck?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up." Two voices rang out simultaneously.
"Geeze, one little comment 'bout the weather and you two just become pricklier than cactus. Know what? The two of you are just too damned alike, sometimes. Hell, most times. Drive me nuts."
The three men rode in relative silence for a good while, their shadows small, directly beneath their mounts. The sun was unforgiving, beating down from high in an azure sky that was unmarred by even a trace of cloud. They had been riding for several hours, the heat surrounding them even as they had started early that morning, rising to a stifling degree. Almost unbearable, each of the men had shorn their jackets, leaving only shirts and hats to protect their skin from the sun's relentless rays.
"Hey, see that little copse of trees over there? There's a cool spring that comes out from under. Whaddaya say we stop an' take a rest for a bit. I know my stomach 'd be grateful for a little somethin' an' it'd be nice to get outta this heat. We're what, hour more to home? I'm thinkin' little break here, huh?"
The other two men looked at one another, and with a subtle nod, rode toward the small grouping of trees. They dismounted, each grabbing provisions from their saddlebags.
"I'll see t'the horses, they be needin' some extra water in this. Damn, if it ain't hot as hell."
Chris Larabee smiled hearing the complaint. "You sound like Buck."
"Well, don't tell him that," Vin Tanner said with laugh. He gathered the animals' reins, leading them further under the cover of the trees toward a tiny stream. It meandered off from an underground spring, clusters of small wildflowers sprinkling the grass around the bubbling water.
"Don't tell who what?" Buck turned to Chris, a slight grin widening his dark moustache.
"You and nothin'. Vin was commenting on today's weather. Just not as vehemently as you."
"Chris?"
"Buck?"
The larger man laughed. "Just checkin'. For a minute, I could've sworn I was ridin' with Ezra. Are ya gonna pull some cards outta your pocket now, too? Try and clean me out of all my hard earned money?"
"Which 'd be what? A dollar or less left over from what you spent in that saloon last night?"
The two men laughed together, both relaxing into the comfortable familiarity that is created from friendship over the years. They watched as Vin returned, standing over them as he drank deeply from his canteen. Tiny beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and he swiped at them with the sleeve of his shirt. Taking another pull from his canteen, he looked down at his traveling companions, both of whom seemed to be smirking.
"You lookin' like two ol' foxes, sittin' there with shit-eatin' grins like that."
"Who're you callin' old?"
"Yeah, ya better watch it sonny, or I'll beat ya with m' cane," Buck grinned, raising a stick to the younger man. "Now sit down and take a load off."
"Or at least make yourself useful and stand over there," Chris motioned toward the break in the trees where sunlight streamed in. "Block out the sun."
Vin squatted down by the two reclining men. He peered off into the distance, squinting as the sun's glare reflected brightly off the flat ground.
"There's nothin' out there t' see, Vin," Buck commented.
"Buck's right, Vin. Take a few seconds, give yourself a rest," Chris chimed in, watching the young man continue to stare off into the horizon.
"Never know what's truly out there," Vin said softly. Chris turned to look at him for a moment, then slightly nodded in agreement.
"Something you two boys know that I don't?" Buck asked. "I thought this little trip we did for Judge Travis was over and done with, once we dropped those three over in Green River. Wasn't any trouble on the way, so why're you thinkin' we're gonna have some now?"
Vin shook his head. "Don't. It ain't got nothin' to do with takin' them in, just like t' be careful an' keep watch, is all. Don't like trouble sneakin' up on me. I wanna see it comin', head on."
Buck knew Vin was always wary, couldn't blame him, really. Especially after last month, when those false US marshals had come to collect him. Had almost hanged him. Knowing there was a wanted sheet out there with his picture plastered on the front, well, sure guarantee to make anyone cautious. Still... "Hell Vin, we're just gonna take a couple minutes here."
"Just takes a second t' get shot," Vin replied softly, lightly fingering his neck, "or two t' hang." He looked over at Chris, who returned the gaze. Their eyes locked for a moment, each remembering that horrific moment as Vin sat atop his horse, a noose around his neck.
Buck rolled his eyes watching as Vin's eyes again swept the horizon, Chris's following suit. "Oh sit down, for chrissakes, the both of ya. Ain't no other idiots but us out in this goddawful heat."
Vin nodded as Chris threw a glare at Buck. "An' just who, besides yourself, you calling idiot?"
"All I'm sayin' is, Vin here, could use a little relaxin'. So could someone else I know, for that matter." Buck glared back at Chris. "So, just set a spell, feel the breeze an' all."
Chris exchanged a look with Vin before both said in unison, "What breeze?"
Buck stared at them, shaking his head in disgust. "It's a figure of speech, y'know? Like if I was to tell you ta stop an' smell the wildflowers an-"
Vin frowned, "Oh, I ain't much inta sniffin' at no flowers, Buck. Them things always seem t'make me get t' sneezin' somethin' awf-"
"Christ Almighty, son, I ain't bein' literal here. Shit, the two o' you. Got no imagination for things, everything's gotta be black or white. Like I said, way too much alike."
Vin smiled at that, then sat down, his back resting on the tree behind him. He pulled his hat lower, shade from the brim covering his eyes, and studied the two men. Buck Wilmington was leaning back with his eyes closed, a half smile barely visible under the thick, dark mustache he wore on his upper lip. His dark hair glistened with sweat, slightly curling around his tanned skin, the occasional bead sliding down to fall onto his shirt.
Vin slid his eyes right, his attention turning to Chris. The blond gunfighter was also reclined against a tree, looking every bit at ease and near asleep, yet Vin knew better. What seemed a body in calm, unguarded repose was by no means the true aspect of his companion. Chris was always alert, sensing whatever may be happening in the environs around him. In that way, he and Vin were truly alike, both possessing a keen awareness that had saved their lives countless times.
As his eyes took in the relaxed body, he let his gaze drift across the man's face, most of which remained hidden within the shadows of a dust-covered hat. The brim tilted forward enough to hide all but a strong jaw, and his eyes traced along its edge, stopping to study the indentation formed between the slightly cleft chin. His gaze then dropped to linger at the contrast of pale skin meeting the neck of a dark shirt, made even darker by the sweat that dampened it against a broad chest. He followed the lines of the shirt down to a pair of black jeans, becoming transfixed by the way the dark denim folded in the lap of the seated figure. His eyes moved again and he stared at the creased material around the buttons holding the fly closed. The edge of one small button could just be seen, and he became somewhat entranced by the way it seemed to strain against its buttonhole, as though it might pop off with the even smallest pressure. The front of the jeans were tight and he wondered how comfortable they could possibly be when they fit so snugly around -- a soft grunt and shift of position by Chris shook his attention and he quickly looked up to find himself locking eyes with a most intense green gaze.
Looking away with a slight smile as he felt his face flash hotly, he closed his eyes and tried to let himself unwind. It was a strange but not so unwanted feeling, knowing he had two friends to watch his back as he rested. And he knew with Chris only a few feet away from him, he could truly rest. He smiled at that thought, and as he listened to the light conversation begun around him, the tension in his body began to diminish. He tried to clear his mind of any thoughts, especially those of bursting buttons, and let the heat of the day surround him. As he felt drowsiness descend, he sat up straighter in an effort to shake it free. A hand settled firmly on his thigh, and he turned to find himself staring once more into those green eyes.
"Relax, Vin," Chris said, his lips curving upward into something that resembled a small smile. "Buck and I'll keep watch. Why don't you take a rest? You are lookin' a little tired. We'll rouse you when it's time to head out."
"Yeah, kid," Buck chuckled, his voice whispering softly into Vin's ear. "Just take a nap, we know how a boy like you needs a daily siesta. Maybe someday when ya get older, we'll let ya stay up with the grown-ups."
"Y'ain't that funny, Bucklin," Vin frowned, punching the older man lightly in the arm. He knew Buck and Chris were right in that he needed rest. Since his false arrest, he hadn't been able to sleep. Any noise, no matter how faint, would cause him to awaken, grabbing for his gun. And now as he sat, reclined against the tree, he felt the exhaustion spread throughout his body. With a soft sigh, he shifted to settle himself lower against the tree at his back. His thoughts dimmed as he listened to voices mixing with the music of nature around him. The small gurgling of the spring lulled him and he felt himself fading away, drifting toward sleep.
A voice whispered softly in his ear, the words barely registering. "You asleep Vin?" He mumbled softly in response.
Chris and Buck looked down at the sleeping man.
"It's good to know he's gettin' able to let his guard down enough to relax and maybe truly rest. Sometimes I wonder if he's ever let himself really sleep, since that all happened. Seems he's always got one eye open."
Buck laughed. "Ha! Like yourself. Shoot Chris, seems you're the one gettin' him to relax."
"Yeah, well, he relaxes around me 'cause he knows I don't take part in these childish pranks you two seem to enjoy baiting one another with. Just what is it you're doing?" Chris frowned as he watched Buck bend down by the small spring, then return to wickedly grin at the young man sleeping against the tree.
"I ain't doin' nothin' he wouldn't do, if I was the one layin' there asleep," Buck said as he squatted down beside Vin. Buck was grinning from ear to ear while Chris just shook his head.
"Damn, Buck. I ain't sure this is such a good idea. In fact, I know it's not," Chris told the man, who ignored him. "Someone's gonna get hurt."
"Now quit worryin', I ain't doin' a thing that's gonna hurt him," Buck protested with a degree of indignation.
"Didn't say I was worried about him, Buck, he's not the one likely to get hurt," he told Buck as he watched the man hover over Vin. "He ain't likely to let this go, y'now."
"Yeah, you're prob'ly right. But hell, it sure ain't an everyday occurance when I get the chance to sneak around a sleepin' Tanner. It would be a crime for me to not seize the opportunity, Chris. I mean, sometimes the door's only open for a second--"
Chris looked at the smiling man. "Hear you can get shot dead in less'n a second."
Buck stood, grinning, "Yeah, I heard that, too." They both turned back to the sleeping man. "Naw, he ain't gonna shoot me, this is just a little funnin'. Look at him, I swear Chris, you ever seen a prettier sight? That boy's got mosta them ladies back at the saloon beat for looks, hands down, an' that's a fact. Not that I'd ever say that to his face, but still, if I didn't hanker for them ladies so much, well..."
Chris watched Buck, who had stopped what he was doing as he gazed down at the recumbent figure. He pointed toward the young man. "You know he ain't gonna be happy you did this." He shifted forward to look closer at the sleeping figure, his eyes lingering on the handsome features as he shook his head. "Christ. Somehow, I know this ain't gonna have a happy ending."
Buck smiled, "Yeah, well, just stick that hat a his back on his head, an' everything'll be just fine."
They rested themselves for another half an hour, then removed all weapons from within Vin's reach, before awakening him. The slight brush of a finger on his arm was all it took for him to sit bolt upright, grabbing for his gun.
"Whoa son, hey, it's just us," Buck said gently. He watched as Vin became more cognizant of his surroundings. "Boy, you've got that shoot first, wake up second, thing down pat, don'tcha? C'mon, we're heading home. I want food, a bath, an' a soft woman, and not necessarily in that order. How 'bout you two?"
Vin looked over at Chris and they both grinned, saying simultaneously, "S'loon."
Buck shook his head and sighed, "Yep, drive me nuts."
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They rode back into town, grateful to finally be able to escape the stifling heat. After leaving their horses at the livery, the three men wearily made their way down the boardwalk to the saloon. With a collective sigh, they entered the darkened building, each revelling in the feel of the somewhat cooler interior.
Buck signalled the bartender as they filed through the bar, making their way to the back. The three men collapsed heavily into the chairs around the table where the remaining members of town's peacekeeping group were already seated.
"Little hot out there?" Nathan chuckled, eyeing the sweat soaked men.
"Ain't just a little hot," Buck grinned. "Hell, if I sweat off anymore I'm gonna end up shrinkin' down t' the size of JD, here. An' if we'd 've stayed out there any longer, Vin just might up and disappeared on us altogether. All that'd be left is a little ol' puddle on the ground, and a ratty ol' hat and coat sittin' on top." He winked at Chris then glanced over at the young man wh o was quickly downing a large mug of water. "Shee-it, feels good to be back an' outta that heat. Don't it, Vin?"
Vin nodded as he set down the mug and reached to pour himself a shot from the bottle sitting in the middle of the table. The whiskey slid down his throat and he wiped at his mouth with his sleeve. "Sure do at that, Bucklin," he said, moving to refill his now empty shotglass. He poured another shot and sat back, leaning heavily into the chair. With one hand, he removed his hat and started scratching lightly at the nape of his neck. As he leaned forward to reach for his glass, his hand stilled, sensing something amiss. He looked up to see six sets of eyes centered on him. His gaze shifted to each man as he found, for some reason, he'd become the focus of attention.
"Well, now that is just something you don't see everyday," Josiah said, blue eyes twinkling.
"It is unusual, I'll say that. You do that on purpose, Vin?" Nathan asked.
"What?" Vin asked, becoming immediately suspicious. His eyes narrowed as he heard JD giggling to his right. The young sherriff wouldn't raise his eyes to look at him. And Buck was snickering. He glared at them, knowing whatever it was, it had to have something to do with Buck. About ready to wipe the smirk off the larger man's face, he turned again hearing yet another comment.
"Really, Mr. Tanner. While we all appreciate the effort that was made to--enhance--shall we say, your appearance, you needn't have gone to all of this trouble. A simple visit to the bathhouse would surely have sufficed," Ezra said, his voice wavering with amusement.
Vin looked at Chris, who was staring fixedly into his own empty shotglass, a small grin tugging at his mouth. He turned again to glare pointedly at Buck. "What th' hell'd you do?"
Buck raised his head and met the glare coming from the younger man. He smiled sweetly, hearing the accusation directed at him. "Me? What makes you think I did a thing?" he asked, trying to put forth his most innocent of faces.
Vin's glare intensified as his eyes narrowed. "'Cause I don't usually 'tract this kinda int'rest 'less'n someone's lookin' t' c'llect five hunnerd dollars. An' somehow, this's got you written all over it, I can tell. An' I jus' know I ain't gonna like it, whatever it is ya done. An' so, you best tell me why th' hell I'm so damn interestin' t' look at alla sudden."
Buck held his expression, trying desperately to maintain a somber look as he spoke. "Now Vin," he started to explain after taking a swallow of beer. "You gotta not be so untrustin' in your friends. Maybe we all just come to realize just how handsome you really are. Though I gotta say, as pretty as them long locks of yours-" His words stopped abruptly as he caught the young man's face. Vin's eyes rounded, becoming as large as dinner plates, then narrowed into a glare that would rival the best Chris had to offer. Buck couldn't continue speaking and he looked away, sipping again from his beer in an effort to contain the snicker that threatened to erupt. When he looked up, Vin was staring so intensly serious at him, that he broke into a huge roar, laughing so hard beer came shooting out his mouth and nose, the sight of which sent JD into such a fit of hysterics he rolled off his chair and disappeared under the table.
Buck pointed to Vin's head and tried to continue speaking, "You...you're." He gave up and howled again, slapping his leg. Vin reached up, lightly fingering his head and with an incredulous expression, pulled several wildflowers from his hair. Buck laughed louder.
Vin stared at the flowers in his hand, then shook his head vigorously, and more tumbled forward onto the table. He looked up again at Buck, who was now snorting. JD was trying unsuccessfully to stifle his giggles as he watched Vin pull out more and more flowers. The small wildflowers seemed to cover nearly all of Vin's long hair, each one woven and caught in the gentle waves.
"Knew you were attuned with nature, Vin, I just never realized how much," Buck chuckled, wiping at his eyes. He became suddenly serious, staring at the space just above the flower-adorned head. "Wait, don't move...I..I think a butterfly's trying to land." He glanced over at JD and the two began laughing all over again.
"Mr. Tanner, might I suggest you enlist some help in this endeavour? From the look of things, you may very well be picking a rather large bouquet's worth of blossoms from your head. There look to be...well, enough to offer up posies to most of the ladies in town, at least," Ezra offered, his gold tooth shining as his mouth split into a wide grin.
"S'true, Vin. They're all over your hair. Lots of 'em," JD agreed, his giggles subsiding.
Vin said nothing as he stood and brushed several stray flowers from his shoulders. Glaring at Buck, he picked up his shot and downed it, dropping the empty glass back on the table. As he turned to leave, he violently sneezed twice, shaking loose several blossoms that flew lightly into the air. The laughter around the table became uproarious once more and he turned to them, eyebrows raised, until they quieted.
"Aww hell, ain't all that funny," he sniffed, rubbing his hand under his nose. He grumbled something about fresh air and started again toward the doors.
"Hold on, Vin," Buck chuckled, his laughter becoming more controlled. "Don't...don't go 'way mad, boy. Chris and me, well, we just couldn't help ourselves. Ain't that right, Chris?" Chris's answer was a hard smack to Buck's arm. "Don't rope me into this, I had nothing t'do with it. Vin's right, this clearly has your style all over it."
Vin grinned then, the first since they had sat down. He stood facing the men at the table. "Hell Bucklin, I ain't gonna be gettin' mad, don't worry 'bout that," he said slowly, his grin widening. "I'm just gonna be gettin' even." There was silence as they listened to the soft drawl, all eyes watching as Vin started to turn back toward the doors. Josiah leaned over to Buck, placing his hand on the other's arm, and whispered, "Do worry about that." He turned back to watch Vin.
A small yellow flower fell from Vin's hair to bounce off his nose and float softly to the floor. He sneezed once more and six men broke into renewed laughter.
"Wait," Buck yelled to the shaking head of the departing figure. "Wait, don't go yet. Come back. Come back, Buttercup."
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Chris rode out of town, enjoying the cooler temperature the evening brought, now that the sun had finally slipped its way below the horizon. He'd thought about Vin leaving the saloon so abruptly, and wondered where the tracker had gone. He knew Vin wasn't really angry at Buck, they played too many pranks on one another for him to get overly riled. No, he probably was out there, thinking up some evil way to reciprocate. After sitting on the boardwalk in front of the bar waiting for Vin to return, he finally called it quits and headed out of town to find his own quiet for the night.
He reined in, seeing the familiar outline of his small cabin. After quickly seeing to his horse, he headed inside, his thoughts occupied by the evening's events. Goddamn Buck anyway. That was all he needed, Vin seeking to retaliate on the both of them. Things could get ugly with Buck and Vin involved in a game of one-upmanship. And Vin could be so sneaky, too. Buck's prank-playing was blatant and obvious, but Vin...Vin was quiet and devious. Definitely would get out-of-hand. He could just throttle Buck for including him in the day's scenario.
He made his way to the door and entered with a long sigh. He couldn't stop seeing the image of Vin, sleeping against the tree, his head adorned with tiny wildflowers. It was an engaging picture, one his mind didn't seem willing to shake. As he closed the door, he removed his hat and shed his short jacket, hanging both up on pegs mounted on the wall by the door. There were so many wildflowers laced into those soft waves of hair, he wondered if Vin had pulled them all free yet. He rubbed his forehead. God, he needed a drink. He stood by the door, unbuckling his gunbelt and placing it on another peg, turned and began to unbutton his shirt. Sliding it from his arms, he threw it onto the small pile by the door, letting it join the other clothing ready to be taken to the town's laundress. As he started on the small buttons of his undershirt, he heard it--a soft breath released from within the shack's dark shadows. His hand stilled on the last button and he shifted his weight to lunge for his gun.
"Unh, unhhhh." A low warning emanated from the dark and Chris stopped where he was. With enough moonlight entering through the one window, he could just make out the soft outline of a figure standing at the back wall. And could most assuredly make out the dull shine of moonlight reflected metal. Metal that was most definitely a gun and most definitely pointed dead-center at him.
"You gonna shoot that thing?" His eyes pierced the shadows of the dark corner.
"Not if you keep goin'," the intruder promised.
Chris nodded to his gunbelt, hanging within his reach. "Two seconds, I got m'own gun."
"Only takes one t' get dead."
Chris stilled, and watched as the gun slightly shifted up and down. "Take it off," the voice pressed, motioning to Chris again with the gun. Chris sucked in his breath and peeled off his undershirt, letting it slide slowly from his body to land crumpled at his feet. He stood motionless and peered hard into the darkened corner.
"Keep goin'," the voice ordered, waving the gun once more. Chris bent and pulled off each of his boots, followed by socks, and tossed them aside. He said nothing as he stood again, remaining motionless, every muscle tensed. He stared hard into the shadows, his mind registering the distance between him and the man in the corner.
"Ahhh," the man warned, again motioning with the gun. "Pants." Chris unbuttoned the fly of his snug jeans, slowly fingering them as he threaded them through their respective buttonholes, each revealing slightly more than the previous. As he undid the last one, the fly spread slightly apart letting a small triangle of pale flesh show, revealing the fact he wore nothing but his own skin underneath. He inhaled and exhaled slowly and deliberately, in an attempt to quiet his now racing heartbeat. And so he stood, dropping his arms to his sides, appearing nothing more than calm, as he listened to the quiet breathing of the other man.
"Off."
Chris shook his head, the movement almost imperceptible. The word was repeated and again he refused, a small grin of defiance beginning to shape his lips. The gun was raised higher, its barrel pointed steadily at his head. His grin spread wider in his refusal.
"Off, now." The words said again as the man took a step toward Chris, fully revealing himself. "Do it."
Chris remained standing, firm in his stance. He watched as the figure appeared slowly out of the shadows, warm moonlight from the window softly highlighting one side of his face. Chris' eyes held those of the man approaching him, his grin completed as he noted the lowering weapon. The two men stood toe to boot, nose-to-nose, as they sized up the other, neither intending to give way. They remained that way, silent and unmoving, waiting for the next move.
"Off." The words now insistant.
Chris shook his head.
"Shit."
Green eyes kept a lock on the man's face.
"Shit. You ain't gonna-"
Chris shook his head harder, his lips parting to reveal strong, white teeth.
"Goddammit. God-dammit. Y'now Larabee," the man spoke, his voice low, "y'now what I wish?"
Chris raised his eyebrows in question.
"I wish," the man continued, "that for fuckin' once, you'd do what I ask and just take off your own fuckin' pants."
Chris's grin intensified as he studied the man before him. His excitement was building enormously, it radiated from deep within his flashing, green eyes. "Well hell, Vin. Least this time I got 'em unbuttoned for ya first."
Vin growled at that, plowing forward into Chris and knocking him backwards onto the small bed against the wall. With both hands he grasped the front of the opened fly and pulled down hard in an attempt to tear away the snug jeans.
"Goddamn Larabee," he complained, tugging as hard as he could, "It's a wonder y'don't hurt yerself wearin' these things so damned tight. How the hell do you get into these every morning?"
Chris chuckled as he lay on the bed, one arm bent and propping up his head. "I never seem t' have any problem. Maybe you could use more practice."
Vin shot him a look of disgust and yanked harder, sending both men crashing to the floor in a heap of tangled limbs. He found himself under Chris, looking straight up into the now freed crotch. Wiggling one hand free, he wrapped it tightly around the hard cock staring him in the face, and guided it into his mouth, where he began to suck with vigor.
Chris felt the warm mouth engulf him, slowly starting to ride his shaft. He shifted onto his knees, moving to straddle the man under him and moaned. "Shit Vin, you sure ain't turned out t' be no wallflower, hunh? I don't even have m' pants all the way off and, oh God, that feels so good...and, and you don't have stitch one off yet, either. Somehow this isn't...no, shit, don't stop doing what you're doing now...I waited for ya...I, I thought you'd gone off t'...oh, fuck that's it, that's...oh...didn't see your horse, where's your hor-...oh God Vin, I'm gonna fuckin'...Oh shit, that's...Christ, you have one sweeeet fuckin' mouth."
Vin smiled as he worked the hard flesh, letting Chris ease himself in and out of his dripping mouth. He used his hand as a guide, ringing the now slippery shaft, and pumped the warm flesh as he continued to suck with a faster rhythm. Chris was above, bracing himself on his hands placed above Vin's head. Vin reached around the bent man and spread his free hand flat onto a firm, smooth ass. He lightly fingered the cleft cheeks, letting the tip of one finger part them to dive deeper and run down between their soft warmth.
Chris about became unglued when he felt a finger enter him from behind. He resisted ramming himself into the wet mouth that ensconsed his organ, instead tried to relax and let the younger man take control with his own oral rhythm. The hand pumping behind the gifted mouth increased its hold and Chris stiffened, groaning loudly as his orgasm began, building to an intense climax as he finally released hot seed into Vin's mouth. The hands holding him continued their massage and he panted above the supine body. He leaned down, his heart rate slowing, and locked onto the blue gaze watching him from below. Lowering his head further, he captured the moist mouth with his own, tracing his tongue over the insides of the warm cavern.
Chris stared at the face looking up at him and reached out to grasp onto fully clothed shoulders. He eased himself backward, pulling Vin up at the same time, until they sat facing one another, legs entwined. Chris reached out, lightly tracing a finger over a stubbled cheek, then stroked the disheveled hair, smoothing out the tangles. He raked his fingers through the unruly waves and closed his hand, bringing it forward. Holding it out before him, he opened it again directly in front of Vin, who watched with interest.
"You missed one," Chris grinned, showing his palm upon which lay a small, yellow wildflower. Vin's cheeks colored rosy, and he looked down at his hands.
"That fuckin' Buck."
Chris leaned close and placed the flower back in Vin's hair. The younger man looked up again, his blue eyes wide. Chris stood and pulled Vin up to face him. He traced a finger down the front of the fully closed gingham shirt. "I think it's 'bout time you got rid of this, don't you?" Vin's blush deepened a s he pulled at the tie on the shirt. Chris helped draw it over his head, then threw it aside. It never ceased to thrill or amaze Chris that Vin could, in one instant, be so wildly aggressive and then in the next, be so endearingly shy.
He fingered the buttons on the light colored pants, enjoying the flush that continued to color the young face. "Pants, too, Vin." He watched with amusement as hands fumbled with the row of buttons lining the front.
"It's stuck, dammit. Fuckin' thing's stuck." Vin attempted again to undo the stubborn fly. He glared at Chris, who seemed to be taking great enjoyment in his unsuccessful efforts.
"Maybe it'd help if I pointed my gun at you," Chris grinned, thoroughly enjoying Vin's frustration.
"Maybe it'd help if you pointed something else," Vin leered, desperately trying to undo his pants.
Chris leered back, his hand lightly stroking his own happy organ. "I dunno Vin, this is kinda fun to watch."
The young man huffed, pulling hard at the stubborn buttons. "You got any idea how much a pain in the ass y'can be, Larabee?"
"Pain? Oh, I wouldn't say that. I got some oil and all here, ready and waiting. Whenever you are, of course." He sat back on the edge of the bed, one hand raking up the blond fringes falling into his eyes, the other gripping another slowly awakening erection. He watched Vin's struggle with some pleasure.
"So, Vin, any idea how long this might take? Cause I got t' meet the stage tomorrow. Judge is comin'. Real early, too...don't want t' be late. Just, uh, how many them buttons y' gettin' open there?" He smiled, leaning in to look closely at the annoyed tracker, who stopped what he was doing to glare in response. Chris's desire for the tracker had his heart racing, and he increased his hold on his firming cock as he watched the younger man's fumblings.
"Hell, y'could give me a hand, here," Vin huffed, again. "That is, iffen you think y' can tear one away from yer own self."
"How do you manage this by yourself?" Chris asked, trying not to laugh as he stood and reached for the younger man.
Vin scoffed. "It ain't usually a problem."
"Well, it seems it's become one," Chris mused, watching as the blue eyes narrowed at him. "What's the matter?" He looked at Vin, then smiled broadly as he noticed the increasing bulge that tightened the pants to more than maximum capacity. "Oh. Right. That is a problem. Well then, we'll just have to take it slow, I guess. One button at a time." He pulled Vin to him, placing both hands firmly on either side of his head, and plunged his tongue deeply into the young man's mouth. Vin leaned forward, into the kiss and Chris again felt himself being abruptly shoved backward, to land bouncing atop the bed. He shivered as he felt Vin's hands pinch at his nipples, the man's hips grinding firmly into his own.
"Shit Vin, you keep this up and we'll never be able t'get those pants off you." Vin's reply was to lower himself down the naked chest, his tongue creating its own warm, wet path on the smooth skin.
Chris sighed. Something tickled lightly at his chest and he picked it up with a laugh. Between his fingers, he twirled the small wildflower that had fallen from Vin's hair. "Like I said, you sure ain't no wallflower. C'mere Buttercup."
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The early hours of morning found the two men sleeping, curled closely together. Blue eyes opened as the sun touched the inside of the cabin with its soft morning light. Vin shifted to look down at Chris lying beside him. He lifted the arm that he'd draped over a slender hip, and moved it higher to gently hold the firm chest, pressing the older man closer. Lowering his head, he nuzzled behind Chris' ear, deeply inhaling the man's scent.
"You up?" he whispered, hoping to wake him if he wasn't already. He slid his hand lower, and smiled when he felt the hard shaft. "Yeah, guess y'are at that."
Chris rolled over to face Vin, who retained his hold on the erection. "Y'now, I never did ask what you did to get back at Buck."
Vin grinned, "Oh, I ain't done nothin' yet. But don't worry, he'll get what's comin' to him. I'll give it to him real good." He leaned down and licked at the hard cock in his hand.
Chris moaned, his eyes sparkling as he watched Vin slide to a lower position. Intense desire seized him when he felt long hair tickling over his belly. "Just make sure y'don't give it to him this good."
Vin looked up at the remark, eyebrows raised. "Huh. Never even considered doin' that...'course, he sure would be surprised, wouldn't he? I mean, he'd never see that comin'. Reckon I oughta think on that one, some." He loved teasing Larabee and enjoyed the expression that tightened the handsome features on the face of the man beneath him. Strong arms reached down and grabbed his, firmly pulling him up until he was eye level.
"Buck ain't havin' any of this. Not now, not ever, not you," Chris stated, suddenly remembering Buck's earlier comments about the sleeping tracker. He raised his hips to press his awakening groin into Vin's, enjoying the young man's eager reaction.
"Nah," Vin smiled and let his finger trace lightly over puckered lips as his legs wrapped around Chris'. "I'll give him somethin' for what he done, but it ain't gonna be no piece a me." He inched lower again, slowly sliding down the warm, naked flesh until he found what he was looking for. "Here we go. Ahhh, no buttons here."
Chris laughed softly, "And no gun needed."
"You ain't kiddin'. Think this'll last you more'n a second?" Vin asked of the ready and weeping cock straining in his grasp. He slid both hands under the warm, slender body as he lowered his head to taste his lover and bring him to climax.
Chris moaned, feeling Vin take him deeply into his mouth. Hands gripped his ass and he arched high. "Hell, Vin...maybe this'll last us a lifetime."
End
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