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"That another one, Chris?" Buck Wilmington asked as Chris Larabee, ATF team leader, passed around a crime scene photo."Yep, that's the third one in four months," Chris replied tightly. "The brass upstairs is gettin' antsy. Mayor's office has been pressuring 'em to get this guy caught."
JD paled as the photo reached him and passed it quickly to Vin. The sharpshooter of the group looked at the photo of the dead man then looked at Chris, visibly shaken.
"Where'd they find him at, Chris?" he asked in a low voice.
"Outside some strip club in a car. Truck was full of guns, too. That's why they're bringing us in now. It's become an ATF case." He took the picture away from Vin and stuffed it in a file folder. "So we're goin' undercover, boys," he said flatly, fixing each man with a sharp stare.
"Doin' what?" Buck asked.
"Working at the strip club where the latest victim was found."
The room exploded with shouts:
"Strip Club!"
"What the hell ya talkin' about!"
"Huh?"
Their leader held up his hand, gesturing for silence. "I need volunteers. One to act as a bartender, another for security and two as strippers."
Buck shot up. "You got your man, Chris! I was born for the stage. Wastin' my talents, here, that's for sure."
Chris grinned sardonically. "Glad you feel that way Buck. Sure you wanna be one of the strippers?"
"Absolutely, pard! You won't find one better!"
"'Preciate that Buck," Chris answered dryly.
"What're we gonna be, Chippendale's or somethin'? You're gonna have to tear the women off me Chris."
"Well, that's not exactly gonna be the case, Buck."
"How's that Chris? You doubtin' my animal magnetism?"
"Nope," Chris replied. "But it won't be women you'll be dancing for. It'll be men. It's a males only strip club."
Buck looked flabbergasted. "M-Males only? What're ya sayin' Chris?"
It was Josiah who broke in. "I believe our leader is saying that it's a gay bar, Buck. A gay strip club."
"Now just hold on a minute there, pard!" Buck began to protest.
"You already signed up, Buck. I'm holding you to it. Now who's next?" Chris replied, ignoring Buck's sputtering protests.
"I'll work security, Chris. I'm a logical choice, don't you think?" Josiah stated.
Chris nodded and stared at the rest of them. Four pairs of eyes immediately became very interested in the carpeting.
"Ezra, you have a talent for getting information from people. You'd make a perfect bartender. You up for it?" Chris asked the southerner.
"If you insist, Mr. Larabee," Ezra replied.
"I do."
"In that case, Mr. Larabee, I'd be honored to be the team's mixologist. I just pray that the uniform I will be required to wear will not be too distasteful."
"We'll discuss that later, Ezra," Chris said, dismissing him. "I still need another stripper," he continued, eyeing Vin, JD and Nathan. "Which one of you boys are gonna come through for me?"
Three sets of eyes now studied the veneered surface of the conference table closely.
"OK," Chris sighed, "I'll make this a little easier on you. JD, I need you in the surveillance van. Nathan, we need you available to help JD. You're the wiretap expert." His eyes settled on Vin.
The younger man could feel Chris's green eyes burning into him, but he refused to lift his head.
"Let's take a break, okay guys?" Chris asked.
Everyone looked relieved and scurried for the door.
"Not you Vin, I wanna talk to you," Chris said softly.
The sharpshooter raised pain-filled blue eyes slowly to Chris's face. Chris waited until the others had vacated the conference room then spoke.
"Vin, I need you to do this. People are getting killed.''
"Chris," Vin choked out. "I can't. I'll do anything for you, you know that. But this...it's just too hard. I can't. I'll tend bar, let Ezra strip." He finished the last work with a small shudder.
"Vin," Chris said, "I know this is hard. It's making you remember what happened in Dallas. But you aren't a teenager working in a gay bar anymore. You're a grown man on an undercover assignment."
"I-I can't," Vin said morosely, dropping his head again to stare at the table. Chris had to strain to hear his shaking voice, it was so low. "You r-remember about William? Please Chris, I-I can't do this. I'll stay in the van with JD," he pleaded as he looked up at Chris with anguished blue eyes.
Chris wanted to crumble when he saw how upset the younger man was, but held firm. He loved Vin, but in this situation, he was his boss, not his lover. It would kill him to do it, but if Vin didn't come around, he was going to have to order Vin to do this job.
"Vin, please don't be like this," he soothed, walking to him and hugging him tightly. He kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear. "I'm not gonna let anything happen to you or anybody else, okay? I'm gonna be with you the whole time. I'm gonna be your manager, Buck's too. That way I can keep a watch on things.
"I-I just don't want anybody to get hurt 'cause 'a me. M-Maybe if I'd never 'a met William and Terry and Manfred they wouldn't be dead now. What if something like that happens at this place?"
"Vin, you can't blame yourself for what happened. It wasn't your fault." 'Great one, Larabee,' he chided himself silently. 'Make Vin remember his dead friend that worked at the gay bar with him. And his dead lover, too. Christ, could ya be any more insensitive? And now, I gotta force him do this!' He decided that today it really sucked to be the boss.
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Vin stood hesitantly in front of the closed door to Chris's office, lifting his hand to knock. He stopped in mid-motion, turning around and looking back at the office. His co-workers all seemed to be engrossed in their work, but Vin knew differently. They were waiting to see whether he would accept the assignment or if Chris would have to order him to do it. He remembered the picture of the dead man Chris had shown them this morning. He looked back at the door, took a deep breath and knocked.
"Come in!" Chris barked.
Vin twisted the knob and stepped in. He stood just inside of the doorway, eyes downcast. "I'll do it," he said quietly to Chris.
"Thanks Vin, knew I could count on you," Chris replied. 'Thank God I didn't have to order you to do it, Vin,' he thought to himself with relief.
His lover nodded silently and walked out of the room, shutting the door softly behind him. Chris frowned but decided not to push the issue, deciding that Vin had been through enough right now and would deal with things in his own way. He made a call and several minutes later walked out of the office and into the main area of their offices.
"Okay guys, here's the skinny. Our contact in Vice, Johnny Ray, is arranging for Ezra and Josiah and get hired on at the club. They can start tonight, since it's Friday and Johnny said they'll need to extra help. Johnny's one of the assistant managers," he explained to this team. "Unfortunately, though, he's got nothing to do with the talent side." Buck winced at Chris's terminology. "Sorry Buck, their words, not mine. Anyway, that means you and Vin are going to have to audition for your jobs."
"Oh Jesus!" Buck shouted. Vin said nothing, but quickly looked down, feeling the heat rising in his face.
"Open auditions are at 2pm, according to Johnny. We need to leave now and stop in at Vice. Johnny said they've got some costumes there that we can borrow for the auditions. Then we'll head straight to the club. Ezra, Josiah, Johnny said for you to go down and sign some paperwork now, then you'll need to report back for work around 7pm tonight. Club opens at 9pm, dancers start at 9:30. Get some sleep after you get that paperwork done, tonight's gonna be a long night. We'll meet at my place tomorrow morning to debrief. We'll see you tonight. Good luck."
Ezra and Josiah left and Chris turned his attention to Nathan and JD. "Okay guys, we need a surveillance camera on the stage and bugs in the dressing room and a few other locations in the club. How are we gonna do that?"
"I'll get you the smallest camera we have Chris. Think you can set it up at the club?" Nathan asked.
"Yeah, maybe before the auditions. I'll act like I'm setting up the stage for Vin and Buck and do it then."
"Buck, Vin, you two need to put a bug in the dressing room and somewhere on the stage, try to get it near the camera."
"Sure thing Nate," Buck answered. "C'mon Vin, let's go start the fun," he said, trying to encourage the younger man to lighten up.
"Yeah, gonna be a blast," Vin said, standing up slowly.
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"Pink is definitely your color, Wilmington!" one of the Vice cops said, as he and the rest shrieked with laughter at Buck, who was sporting a black leather vest and pink feather boa while strutting through the break room.
"You think it's me? Or should I go for something a little more exotic?" he pouted playfully for the crowd.
"Oh yeah, maybe something leopard," another officer suggested, causing another round of boisterous laughter as Buck sashayed out of the room.
Buck re-entered the supply closet Vice used to house their collection of clothing used for undercover assignments. Chris was searching through bins of clothes while Vin leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
"C'mon Vin, have a little fun with it," Buck said, punching his friend lightly on the arm.
"Leave me alone, Bucklin," Vin replied tersely. "Ain't nothin' funny about this. People are gettin' killed and you're makin' a joke out of it."
"Well they sure as hell ain't gonna hire a stripper as sour as you're lookin' boy, that's for sure," Buck shot back. He advanced on the younger man, jabbing at his chest with two strong fingers, pushing him flat against the wall. "And don't think for a minute I've forgotten about those poor dead folks, either Vin. I'm just tryin' to make the best of the situation."
"That's enough Buck," Chris ordered flatly. "Leave him alone."
"We need to convince these bastards that we're strippers, remember?" Buck retorted bitterly, relinquishing his hold on Vin. "So I'm gonna make them believe that I am a stripper. Vin, you can do whatever the hell you want. But you'd best not get in my way if you ain't gonna play the game." He backed away and resumed searching through the costumes.
Vin stood there for a minute, watching as Chris and Buck quietly sorted through the clothing. The two older men ignored him, concentrating on their work. 'Buck's right, I am bein' an asshole about this whole thing,' Vin thought to himself. 'Chris said he'd protect us, ain't nothin' bad gonna happen, except to those bastards that killed those people,' he reassured himself. 'And it sure ain't easy for Chris, havin' to deal with me bein' such a stubborn cuss about it. Time to start actin' like a big boy, Tanner,' he chided.
"Buck, Chris? I'm sorry. You're right, I'm bein' a jerk." he apologized. "I'll do whatever ya say Chris, and don't worry Buck, I won't blow your cover," he smiled.
"That's more like it, pard!" Buck said gleefully. "Now dig in here and find somethin' to go with those pretty blue eyes of yours. Something that'll make the crowd go wild!" he teased.
Vin came over to the bins and stood next to Chris, scanning the assorted clothing.
"Nothing that'll make the crowd go too wild," Chris whispered in Vin's ear. "I don't wanna have to be fightin' them off you at the end of the evening," he said, winking at his lover.
Vin laughed softly. "Maybe we can find somethin' for you in here, too. For later on."
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Forty-five minutes later they pulled up to Strip 'n Dales nightclub, at the outskirts of downtown Denver.
Chris cut the Ram's engine and turned to regard his two agents carefully. "We clear on everything?"
"Yep, I'm Buck Williams, and this here's Vincent Thomas. You're Chris Larson, our manager."
"Right. Just remember, I'll do the talking, you two just follow my lead."
"Don't we always, pard?" Vin drawled, trying to cover up his nervousness with humor.
"Don't sass me Vincent, remember, I'm your manager," Chris joked. He looked at the building and his face grew hard. "Okay, let's get this over with."
The three men stepped out of the car, Chris leading the way. Buck followed, then Vin, clutching the bag holding their costumes tightly. He turned to look out at the parking lot, shuddering slightly as he thought of the shooting victim discovered there.
"You coming Vincent?" Buck called.
"Yeah, be right there," Vin replied, hurrying to catch up with the others.
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"I'm Chris Larson, I called earlier and talked to Frank. He said to come by with my two dancers to try out for the show."
"Have a seat, I'll get Frank," a burly Italian looking man said, after running his eyes over Vin and Buck quickly.
Instead of sitting, Chris and Vin went for the stage, with Buck acting as their lookout. Chris mounted the tiny camera on the floor beside a large speaker and Vin secured the bug at the lip of the stage. They jumped down to rejoin Buck seconds before the big man returned, followed by a tall, thin, dark-haired man.
"Thank you Thomas, that will be all," Frank said, dismissing the large man.
Thomas eyed Vin and Buck again hungrily, only leaving when Frank gave him a sharp look.
Frank turned to the three. "You must be Chris," he said, extending his hand.
Chris flashed him a smile, turning on the charm. "Yes, thanks for seeing us, Frank. Appreciate it."
"Oh, the pleasure is all mine, Chris. Looks like some very fine specimens you have here," he replied, moving around the ATF leader to ogle Vin and Buck without obstruction. "Very fine indeed," he murmured.
"Thanks," Chris responded, immediately disliking the man. 'Keep it cool, Larabee,' he reminded himself. 'People's lives are depending on this. You gotta get Vin and Buck in.'
"That's Buck Williams and he's Vincent Thomas," Chris continued, introducing his men.
"Take off your shirts," Frank commanded.
"Slow or fast?" Buck answered with a teasing grin.
"Oh, I definitely like this one," Frank purred as he approached Buck. "However you'd like to Buck. Surprise me."
Buck grinned again and slowly began to unfasten the buttons on his denim button down. Frank was breathing hard by the time Buck released the buttons at his wrist and pulled the shirt free of his pants. He discarded the shirt, waving it in the air and flinging it onto the stage.
"Oh, very impressive!" Frank praised. "I can see you've done this before."
Buck just stood tall, flaunting his broad, hairy chest, posing for the man.
"Very nice, Buck. Now, how about your friend. Vincent, wasn't it?"
Vin was wearing a navy blue polo shirt, which he simply pulled over his head, and stood, barechested in the harsh lighting of the club.
"Not such a tease are we?" Frank said, coming closer to Vin. "Mmm, a nice smooth chest," he cooed, reaching out to stroke Vin's exposed flesh. "Feels like velvet, soft but oh so strong." Frank turned to Chris. "Well if they dance as good as they look, we've got a deal."
"Where can they change?" Chris asked in a deceptively calm voice. He wanted to strangle the man. Touching Vin like that, ogling him, treating him and Buck like they were pieces of meat. This was going to be one tough, long assignment. He smiled and nodded at Frank's attempts at small talk. He broke free as soon as he could.
"Will you excuse me, Frank? I'm just going to check on the boys. We'll be right out."
"Oh, I'll be waiting, Chris. Most anxiously."
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"Just shut up and put it on!" Buck hissed angrily at Vin as Chris entered the dressing room.
"What the hell's goin' on!" Chris whispered harshly. "Get your butts out there and dance for the man."
"Vin's tryin' to back out!" Buck whispered back tersely.
Chris looked at the two men in exasperation. "Okay Buck, just leave him to me, you get out there and start. We'll be right out," Chris ordered.
"Fine," Buck huffed. "You deal with him. Good luck," he said over his shoulder as he grabbed the cassette with their dance music on it.
"What's the deal Vin?"
"Little nervous 'bout doin' this," the younger man stated unnecessarily.
"I know ya are, Vin, but you'll be fine."
"That guy gives me the creeps, Chris. Touchin' me like that. Lookin' at me and Buck. And now I'm supposed to take my clothes off for him?"
"I know Vin, believe me, I know. I wanted to kill him when he touched ya." He smiled reassuringly at his young lover. "Don't want anybody doin' that but me." The sounds of "Disco Inferno" blaring on the stage speakers filled the room. "Time to go Vin. You feelin' better now? Ready to get dressed to get undressed?"
Vin smiled slightly at Chris's joke. "Yeah, guess so," he said with a sigh.
"Okay, then I'm getting outta here. Don't wanna miss Buck's debut," Chris said with a chuckle as he walked out of the small dressing room.
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Buck was a natural, Chris thought to himself as he watched his oldest friend bump and grind on the stage in his fireman's costume. He toyed with the red suspenders, finally slipping them slowly off his broad shoulders, then unhooked them from his blue jeans, spinning them over his head and then flinging them into the space where the audience would be sitting later that night. He worked the entire stage as he peeled off the snug jeans, revealing a shiny red thong bikini. Chris smiled sardonically as he watched Frank's eyes bug out of his head as he got his first clear view of Buck's considerable package.
Buck suddenly leapt off the stage, shaking his booty in Frank and Chris's direction. "Ain't you boys gonna give me a tip? I'm workin' up a sweat for y'all!" he said teasingly, then darted back onto the stage and turned off his music.
Frank jumped to his feet, clapping loudly. "Wonderful! Just wonderful! You're hired! And tonight, if you dance like that, I will give you a tip!"
Buck bowed to Frank and then winked at Chris. "Thanks Frank, glad ya liked it. Didn't strip down to the g-string, thought I'd save a little somethin' for tonight." He sauntered off for the changing room
Next up was Vin. Buck came back onstage, now wearing his street clothes, and turned on the music he and Chris had chosen for the younger man. The Escape Club's "Wild, Wild West," started up and as Buck joined Chris and Frank, Vin stepped onto the stage.
Chris's breath caught in his throat at the unforgettable sight of his lover, wearing white leather chaps, a light tan suede jacket with fringe dangling from the arms, and a cowboy hat of the same color. A gunbelt hung loosely on his narrow hips and as he turned, Chris spotted a white thong peeking out from underneath the chaps, accentuating Vin's shapely, muscular buttocks. Mezmerized, Chris found himself walking toward the edge of the stage, caught up in Vin's magnificience. He finally broke out of the trance as he realized Vin was not doing a very good job of exotic dancing.
"Vin!" Chris called and his lover bounced nervously over to him. "Just pretend like you're strippin' for me. You can do it, I've seen you in action before and I loved every minute of it! Do it for me!" he pleaded.
Slowly the uncertainty and fear left Vin's wide, blue eyes and he began to relax into the music. He closed his eyes, imaging he was in Chris' bedroom, his lover laying in front of him, watching as he performed.
Vin spun around the stage, now completely uninhibited, showing off his bare backside, much to Frank's delight. Chris had to fight to keep from clenching his fists. He wanted nothing more than to pull Vin off that stage and pop Frank in the face. But he smiled and nodded back to Frank as if he was glad Frank was enjoying the show. Only Buck noticed the tightness around Chris's eyes and mouth, making him realize just how much this little show was costing their boss.
Vin, at this point had discarded the hat and the chaps, exposing a rhinestone studded thong. He grabbed the gun and loosened the gunbelt, spinning it around his hips like a hula hoop. After a few swivels, he let the belt slide slowly down his legs and to the floor, where he kicked it back up and caught it on his arm, spinning it around and around, then stopped the movement and strapped it on again. Then he ripped off his jacket, now wearing only the thong and the gunbelt. He strutted off the stage to stand in front of Frank, twirling the shiny silver pistol expertly. He spun the gun back into the belt, put his hands on his hips and leaned forward into Frank's face with a pout. "Ya wanna touch my pistol?" As Frank reached out, Vin laughed and danced away, back onto the stage and disappeared behind the curtains.
Frank got to his feet once again. "Another fine performance! Chris, your boys are hired! I think they'll be very popular with the customers."
Chris came back to Frank's side and shook hands with the man. "Thanks Frank. When do you want 'em to start?"
"Come into my office and we'll work out all the details," Frank replied. "But there is just one little thing."
"What's that?"
"It's Vincent. His buttocks. They're white."
"Yes, they are," Chris replied. "And I'd like to strangle ya right here for starin' at 'em like ya did,," he thought to himself.
"It would be a much better look if they matched the rest of his body's skin tone. We like that look here at Strip 'n Dales."
"What do you suggest, Frank?"
"We keep two tanning beds in the back for our dancers. Buck and Vincent can use them anytime, a lot of the boys do. And I'd recommend a self-tanner for Vincent in the meantime."
"A self-tanner for his ass?" Buck asked incredulously. "Will you two excuse me?"
Buck could hardly contain himself as he burst into the dressing room.
"Oh Vincent!" he called. "Guess what they're discussin' out there? Your cute little butt cheeks!"
"What the hell you talkin' 'bout Buck?" Vin asked with annoyance as he finished dressing.
"They're too white for the ol' spotlight Vin! Frankie wants ya to use some self-tanner on 'em!" he collapsed into one of the chairs, laughing so hard tears ran down his face.
Vin whirled around and went for the door, almost running into Chris.
"I ain't doin' it!" he shouted at his lover.
"Vin, come on, it's not that bad," Chris coaxed.
"Not that bad? Puttin' some kinda lotion on my butt that's gonna turn it colors? Next thing ya know, you'll be tellin' me I gotta wear makeup or somethin'," he snorted with disgust.
"Buck, can you give us a minute?" Chris asked.
"Sure pard," Buck replied, still chuckling at Vin's predicament. "Think I'll hit the tanning bed while I'm waiting. Gotta keep those buns of mine nice and tan. Wouldn't wanna have to use self-tanner or anythin' on 'em!"
Vin tried to charge Buck, but Chris held him back.
"Take it easy Vin! He's just razzin' you!"
"Well it's workin'!" Vin shouted, fighting to get free from Chris's restraining arms.
"Vin, now come on. I'll put the lotion on you myself. We'll do it at home and make a game out of it. Okay?"
Vin looked at Chris, unconvinced.
"Vin? Please?"
Vin looked into Chris's pleading green eyes and sighed. Then he gave in. He could never really refuse Chris anything, anyhow. And now he was gonna let him smear some kind of stuff all over his butt, so when he took his clothes off for a bunch of complete strangers later tonight, they wouldn't see his white backside. Unbelievable. 'How the hell did I get myself into this situation?' he asked himself for about the hundredth time that day.
"Okay, I'll do it," Vin relented.
"Thanks Vin," Chris replied with relief. "I gotta sign some papers. Why don't you wait for me outside. Unless you want to use the tanning bed?"
"Don't push your luck "Larson"!" Vin growled.
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It was just after 3pm when Vin and Chris sat in the Ram, waiting for Buck to finish his tanning session. They discussed weekend plans and decided to stay at Vin's apartment that night and the next, since Vin would be stripping again at the club Saturday night, and his place was a lot closer than the ranch. Ten minutes later, Buck emerged from the back entrance, and headed for the car.
"Hey ya'll, sorry you had to wait!" he shouted as he threw himself into the backseat and sprawled out. "It's great they've got those tanning beds. I won't have to use up all my visits at Moonglow."
"Moonglow? What the hell's that?" Vin asked.
"Tanning parlor," Buck replied. "I go a couple times a week. The ladies like that year round tan, and what can I say? I aim to please!"
"You go to a tannin' parlor?" Vin said incredulously. "Is that why your butt ain't white like mine? And why you don't have to put that stupid ass lotion stuff on it?"
Buck sat up and leaned forward, resting his arms on Chris and Vin's shoulders. "Fellas, there's somethin' you don't know about ol' Buck. Chris, ya've known me for years, but I ain't even told you this."
Chris and Vin exchanged puzzled glances.
Buck paused dramatically, causing Vin to cry out with impatience. "What's the big secret Buck. Ain't got all day. Gotta get my butt tan, ya know."
Buck burst out laughing. "Okay, okay! I'll tell ya right now!" he said, settling down.
"I went to a small college in Tennessee on a football scholarship. Well, I got booted off the team end of my sophomore year. Me and another kid pulled a stupid prank on one of the coaches. Anyhow, I lost my scholarship money and needed to get some fast cash to keep me in school to finish out the year."
"Yeah? And?" Vin urged.
Chris raised an eyebrow and regarded his lover and then his best friend, but stayed silent.
"A friend of mine told me about this strip club. He'd worked there for a couple weeks and was makin' real good money, and he was only workin' a few nights a week. Told me to go down for an audition. I did and I got the job."
"You stripped in college?" Chris blurted out, unable to keep silent any longer. "No wonder you jumped at the assignment."
"Yep, it was the easiest money I ever made. Did it the next year, too. Saved enough to pay my way through the rest of school. And Vin, that's where I learned about the white butt business. Trust me, self-tanners have come a long way since then. I saw how much those ladies ate it up and I've kept a brown butt ever since," he laughed. "Really brought in those big tips."
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"Okay, so you'll meet us at the club right before 8?" Chris asked as they dropped Buck off at his car.
"Yep, I'll see both of ya there!" Buck hollered as he went to his car.
"Now let's get you taken care of," Chris said teasingly as he showed Vin the tube of tanning lotion Frank had given him.
Vin groaned and slumped down in his seat for the rest of the ride.
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Chris returned to the apartment, letting himself in with his key. He didn't hear Vin, so assumed the younger man was still asleep. He walked quietly into the bedroom and smiled at the sight that met his eyes. Vin still laid on the bed in almost the exact position he was in when Chris left. His legs were only slightly more spread apart and he was sound asleep. His buttocks glowed a golden tan, matching the rest of his beautiful body. Chris undressed silently and crept into the bed, stretching himself alongside his lover, running his hand through Vin's long locks, while kissing him softly on his now exposed neck.
"Mmmm," Vin mumbled, still half asleep. He rolled slightly onto his side, and Chris met his lips with his own, pressing his body tightly against Vin's. Vin responded instinctively, molding his body to fit the older man's.
"Sshh, just wanted you to know I'm back, now go back to sleep," Chris shushed Vin gently. "We got a long night ahead of us." He threw his leg over Vin and wrapped an arm around his waist, holding his lover close in a light embrace. He closed his eyes and was soon lulled asleep by Vin's soft breathing.
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Cold. It was freezing cold. And he couldn't move his arms.
"Damn!" Chris yelped as Vin's icy cold lips closed around his sleeping shaft, springing it immediately to life from the shock.
"Hi Chris," Vin chuckled as he released the now erect cock and slid up Chris's lean body to plant a frosty kiss on his lover's surprised lips.
"Vin, what have you been doing?" Chris demanded as he pulled against the silk neckties Vin had used to tie his hands to the bedposts with. They wouldn't budge.
"Nothin' much, little 'a this, little 'a that," Vin replied with a casual shrug. "Got tired of waitin' for ya to wake up," he said, turning to Chris with a wicked gleam in his eye. "You sure were sleepin' sound. Thought for sure you'd wake up when I did that," he said with a low chuckle, indicating the bound limbs. He shoved another ice cube in his mouth, and crunched it happily as he adjusted his positioning to straddle Chris's broad chest.
"Still sleepy?" he asked innocently as he crunched.
"Can't you tell?" Chris asked as he pressed his hardening flesh tight against Vin's backside. The younger man smiled, then changed postions to lay down on top of Chris. His pink tongue darted out to flick at Chris's nipple, causing the older man to jerk in response. Vin ignored the involuntary reaction and descended on the pink nub once again, sucking mercilessly as Chris writhed and twisted helplessly beneath him.
"Vin," he hissed out between clenched teeth, "Vin, let me loose," he asked, tugging at the ties.
"Nope," Vin smiled back as he crunched another cube and went to work on his lover's sensitive neck.
"Vin!" Chris yelped, flinching at the icy teeth that nipped at his skin. "Ah....ah....oh....Vin.." Chris moaned as Vin burned an icy trail of kisses down his lover's trembling flesh. "God!" he shouted as Vin suddenly engulfed his swollen member in his glacial mouth.
Chris arched his back, struggling against his bonds. "Vin...please...I want to....let me go....Oh, God, don't stop!" Chris panted, grinding his hips desperately, begging Vin to take him deeper into his sweet mouth.
Vin was now too aroused himself to tease Chris any further. Moving swiftly, he reached for the oil and slicked up Chris's hungry cock, feeling it jump in his hand at his touch. Knowing Chris wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, he straddled the older man and slowly slid himself down onto the stiff organ, his eyes burning into Chris's as he impaled himself onto his lover's thick cock.
"Chrisss...," he moaned as he glided up and down the slippery shaft.
Chris sat up as far as he was able, searching and straining, hungry for Vin's mouth. He was a tantalizing few inches short. Vin looked up to see Chris's predicament and leaned himself closer to the older man, capturing his greedy lips in a devouring kiss. Then he leaned forward and untied one of Chris's arms, then the other.
Chris grabbed Vin's hips, pushing the younger man deeper onto his burning cock.
"Oh....Chris..." Vin whimpered at the increased penetration. "Harder....faster..." he begged.
Chris was only too happy to oblige, shoving Vin up, then ramming him down onto his swollen, needy erection.
"Too hard Vin?" Chris panted as he thrust up into the smaller man.
"No...no...yes...ah..ah...," Vin moaned in incoherent pleasure at Chris's frenzied pace. "Don't stop...please don't stop," Vin cried out, digging his fingers into the mattress for more leverage
"Oh God..."
"More...more...harder...yes..."
Don't....stop......I'm......."
Chris reached his orgasm as he pulled Vin onto him hard, one last time, shouting his lover's name as he filled him with his creamy essence. He reached for Vin's rock hard shaft, and began to pump furiously, bringing his lover to climax quickly with his strong, skilled hand.
"Wow!" Vin exclaimed in a breathless gasp as he fell across Chris's chest, completely spent.
"You said it Vin," Chris agreed as he lazily ran his hand over Vin's long, silky tresses.
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