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An hour later the two sated lovers were heading to the strip club."Okay, you remember the order? There's one guy ahead of you, then your turn and Buck's going on after that, then the headliner.
"Yeah Chris, I remember," Vin said softly, "and then we all have to go out for the grand finale and dance. Three shows a night. I remember," he muttered, staring out the SUV's window, wishing he was anywhere except where he was heading.
"It'll be okay Vin," Chris reassured as he picked up on the younger man's dour mood. "I'll be watchin' ya the whole time you're on stage. Just do it like we did today, okay? You'll be fine."
Vin nodded absently, concentrating on the scenery whizzing by. After a time, he snapped out of his melancholy mood, remembering the reason he was working this assignment in the first place. The murder victims and the stash of guns. He straightened up in the seat, now facing forward. "I'll be fine, Chris, you don't have to worry about me. Just keep your eyes on the crowd, Buck and me'll handle everything else."
His lover gave him a proud smile. "I know ya will Vin, and we'll catch this bastard real quick so you don't have to go through too much of this, I promise." ''Cause I sure as hell don't like this one bit myself,' he added to himself silently.
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Buck met them in the parking lot right before 8pm.
"Buck, any problem with us all meeting at your place tomorrow instead of at the ranch?" Chris asked as his oldest friend climbed out of his car.
"No problem pard," Buck replied breezily. "The other's know?"
"I'll fill in Ezra, he can get word to Josiah. I'll have him get in touch with Nathan and JD. We'll make it at noon."
"Sure thing Chris," Buck agreed. He turned to the sharpshooter. "Ready for our show Vin?" Buck asked jovially.
"You're sure soundin' excited about this," Vin responded dryly.
"Who wouldn't be Vin?" Buck exclaimed. "All those eyes on you, all that attention."
"But they're men, Buck," Chris emphasized.
Buck just shrugged his shoulders with a smile. Chris shook his head with a wry grin of his own. He wasn't too surprised at Buck's take on the assignment. Chris knew Buck preferred women, but even more than that, the big agent liked to be the center of attention. Any kind of attention. This was the perfect assignment for him. Chris could tell he was taking to it like a duck to water.
"Glad you're lookin' forward to doin' a good job for us, Buck," Chris said. "And I don't want to dampen your spirits, but try to remember why we're here, okay?
Buck's sparkling brown eyes flashed angrily for a brief instant. "Oh, don't think for a second I don't remember why we're really here, Chris," Buck replied in a low voice. "I remember those pictures and we're gonna get the guy. Just tryin' to be convincing."
"Okay Buck," Chris relented. "Just wanted to make sure we were all on the same page on this thing." He propelled Vin ahead of him and the three made their way into the back entrance of the building.
"Gentlemen!" a loud voice greeted as they stepped through the door, "are you ready for your debuts?"
"Oh, they're ready all right, Frank," Chris said, smiling at the sleazy man. "and rarin' to go. Ain't that right fellas?"
"Sure thing Frank!" Buck boomed. Vin nodded his head but stayed silent.
"That's good to hear boys," Frank said, "why don't we get you two settled. I'll introduce you around," he offered, leading the three men back to the dressing area.
The first person they saw when entering the backstage changing area was a pretty Mexican woman, who looked to be in her mid to late twenties. "This is Inez," Frank said. "She cleans up around here and helps the dancers with their costumes. If you need anything, just let her know and she'll get it for you. Isn't that right, Inez?"
The young woman raised her lowered eyes and regarded her employer, then the three other men. "Si, Senor Frank. I take good care of them for you." She smiled shyly at the three men, then turned back around to continue her work.
"And this is Jesse."
Vin jolted in shock when he saw the very young dancer. His chiseled face was beautiful, and long dark hair fell half way down his back. Chris noticed Vin's reaction to Jesse and wanted to know what was going on. He looked at his lover quizzically, but Vin was staring at Jesse so intently he never noticed Chris's look of question.
"Hi Vincent, Buck, Chris nice to meet you guys. Guess you'll be on after me Vincent," Jesse said.
"I'm the first one out. And we're just warmin' 'em up for you Buck," he said with a sincere smile.
"Well, I don't see Adam around here anywhere, so I guess you can just meet him later," Frank continued. "Get your costumes on and I'll be back in to check on you. Chris, can I have a few minutes to go over some things with you?"
"Sure thing Frank, I'll be right there," Chris answered. "Just need to talk to the boys for a minute."
Buck and Jesse were engrossed in conversation, so Chris took the opportunity to steer Vin away from them into the corner of the room.
"What's goin' on Vin, you know him or somethin'?"
"It's Terry," Vin said in a tortured whisper. "He looks just like Terry."
"Terry?" Chris echoed in confusion. Then he remembered. "Your friend from the strip club in Dallas?"
Vin looked at him with haunted eyes and nodded. "Terry's dead, I know. I s-saw him, b-but Chris, Jesse looks just like Terry did back then."
Chris put his arm around Vin's shoulders. The younger man was shaking slightly. "It's okay Vin. I know it must be hard to think about, but just remember the good times you had with Terry."
"Maybe I can help him like I couldn't help Terry," Vin said determinedly.
"Maybe we all can, Vin. I think your friend Terry would like that," Chris replied, glad that Vin was settling down. "Why don't you go over and talk to him for a minute. Then you two need to get ready for the show." He looked at Vin appraisingly. "You gonna be okay, now? I gotta go talk to Frank."
Vin took a steadying breath. "Yeah Chris, I'm okay." He gave his lover one of his dazzling smiles. "Thanks."
"You're welcome, Vin," Chris said, stifling his worry for his young lover as he watched Vin walk over to join Buck and Jesse.
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"Vincent! Hey, I was just tellin' Jesse a litte bit 'bout ourselves," Buck said.
"So you're from Texas, Vincent?" Jesse asked.
"Uh, huh," Vin replied. "How 'bout you?"
Jesse's face darkened slightly. "I'm from Kansas. Been out here about six months. Wanted to go to school, but my folks didn't have enough money. They were gonna lose their farm and I thought I'd come to the big city and get a job to help 'em out."
"How old are ya, Jesse?" Buck asked.
"Eighteen," Jesse said quickly.
"How long you been eighteen?" Vin asked quietly.
Jesse looked around the room furtively. "Look, please don't tell Frank, okay?" he pleaded. "I just turned eighteen last month. But I needed the job and it's good money. My folks sure don't need another mouth to feed right now and I'm sendin' 'em most of what I make. Please don't rat on me, okay, guys?"
Buck and Vin looked at each other briefly. Then they smiled.
"Your secret's safe with us, Jesse," Vin said. Bucked winked and nodded in agreement.
They began to undress and change into their costumes.
"Hey! Who's the new meat?"
Jesse tensed. "That's Adam," he whispered quickly to Vin and Buck. "Watch out for him," he warned.
Adam strutted over to the small group.
"Well, well, what do we have here," he sneered at Vin and Buck. "Aren't you a little long in the tooth to be strippin', old man?" he asked Buck.
The older man refused to take the bait, replying instead, "Guess Frank figures some of the customers may want a mature man out there," he said with a shrug.
"And you, pretty boy," Adam said, turning his cruel gaze to Vin. "You Frank's new boyfriend? That how you got the job? He sure does like 'em pretty and young. Just ask Jesse."
Jesse flinched at Adam's comment, but stayed silent.
"Yep, you sure are pretty," Adam repeated, sliding his hand down Vin's face. The sharpshooter pulled away from the touch and grabbed Adam's hand in a death grip.
"Don't fuckin' touch me ever again," he growled, shaking the hand he held for emphasis, then pushing the other man away from him.
"Touchy, touchy," Adam said, clucking his tongue at Vin. "Just tryin' to be friendly is all."
"Your kind of friendly we don't need," Buck said, stepping in between Vin and Adam. "Back off," he threatened.
Just then Chris and Frank walked back into the room. Chris could feel the tension in the air as he surveyed the scene. He looked at Buck, seeing the smoldering anger in his eyes and noticed his defensive posture, guarding Vin.
"Everything all right in here?" he asked.
"Yeah, everything's just fine, ain't it fellas?" Buck replied flatly. "Adam here was just leavin' to get changed. Weren't ya Adam?" Buck said, daring the other man to challenge him.
"That's right Buck," Adam said, giving Buck a knowing glance. 'This isn't over,' he communicated silently to older man.
'Count on it,' Buck silently answered back.
Frank seemed oblivious to the entire exchange. He looked at Buck, Vin and Jesse, nearly dressed for the show. "You all look divine!" he said, looking them up and down once again. "Except for one thing." He turned to one of the dressing tables and grabbed a jar. He scooped a generous amount of the contents onto his fingers and suddenly smeared the goo onto Vin's bare chest.
"Hey!" Vin shouted in surprise and backed away at both the uninvited touch and the cold temperature of the substance.
Chris tensed at Frank's manhandling of Vin. He wanted to strangle the man and balled his fists to keep from lashing out at him.
"Relax Vincent," Frank soothed. "It's just some sparkle cream. The spotlights really pick it up and the men just love the look." He stared at the splotch on Vin's chest. "It needs to be rubbed in, here, let me..." he reached for Vin, but the smaller man shrank back again. Vin felt his back collide with the wall and he was trapped. Frank surged forward and caressed Vin's chest as he slowly rubbed the cream in. "There, that's just perfect," he said to Vin with an oily smile.
Buck looked at Chris to gauge their leader's reaction to the situation. Chris's face was red, the veins in his neck were standing out, and his hands were clenched into fists, so tight that the knuckles were white. He was breathing rapidly, too. Buck figured he'd better do something fast or Chris was going to blow and the undercover assignment would be dead in the water.
"Oowwee Vincent!" Buck shouted. "Sure does look good!" he said, grabbing Vin and taking him over to the dressing table and away from Frank. "I want some on 'a that on my back, will ya put in on for me, Vincent?"
"S-sure thing Buck," Vin replied somewhat shakily. He didn't dare look at Chris, he could feel the man's rage from where they stood.
Frank still stood in the corner, staring at Vin. Chris wanted to kill the man, but was trying to settle himself down for the sake of the mission.
"I'm gonna go get a drink," he said in a tight, strangled voice, and quickly left the room.
"Gentlemen, I have some paper work to attend to," Frank added and also stepped from the room.
Vin closed his eyes in relief as the tense situation passed. He shuddered, remembering the feel Frank's unwelcomed hands on his body.
"You okay pard?" Buck asked with concern.
"Yeah, thanks Buck," Vin replied with a weak smile. "That Frank gives me the creeps."
"Me too," Jesse agreed. "He's always doin' stuff like that to me, too. I'm sorry he's doin' it to you, now, Vincent."
"It's okay Jesse," Vin reassured. "We'll just have to stick together, won't we?"
Jesse smiled gratefully. "Yeah, we will. Thanks Vincent. Thanks Buck."
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Chris was shaking with rage as he made his way to the bar. Seeing Vin being groped by the disgusting club manager had sickened and infuriated him. He could only imagine how Vin must be feeling.
His stomach lurched with guilt as he remembered the scene in the conference room earlier that day, when he had practically forced Vin to take this assignment. 'My fault,' Chris chided himself. 'And I'm going to pulverize that bastard Frank when this job is over,' he vowed to himself as he arrived at the bar and came face to face with Ezra.
"Mr. Larson, isn't it?" Ezra asked with his poker face.
"Yeah, it is. Get me a whiskey," Chris demanded.
"Certainly sir," Ezra replied.
"We're meetin' at Buck and JD's at noon tomorrow instead of the ranch," Chris whispered to Ezra as the southerner delivered his drink. "Let Josiah know and ask him to fill in Nathan."
"Got it," Ezra said with a smile as he accepted the tip Chris gave him. "Thank you sir."
Chris nodded and walked away with his drink, headed for a spot in the audience where he could keep his eye on Vin and Buck and the crowd. He spotted Josiah, busily helping another bouncer at the door as the place began to come alive. It looked like it was going to get very crowded in the club tonight. Chris slid into his seat and downed his drink, grimacing as the whiskey burned its way down his stomach.
"So which one of them is yours," a low voice asked near his ear.
He swiveled around to find Frank staring at him with a bemused expression. "Mind if I join you?"
Chris gestured to one of the empty chairs. "Be my guest," he responded dryly.
"So, Chris, I'll ask again. Which one is yours?"
"Whatta ya mean?"
"Buck or Vincent. Which one?"
"Oh," Chris replied with affected nonchalance. "That. Both of them."
Frank raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Both of them?"
"Yep, I've got a strong appetite Frank, real strong. You know what I mean?" Chris said with a wink. He felt like puking. No, he amended, first he'd like to punch Frank's lights out and then vomit.
"Well, that is just too bad Chris. I had my eye on young Vincent," Frank said with a touch of regret in his voice. "He is exquisite. Known him long?'
"Long enough," Chris replied with a disarming smile.
"Would you ever consider loaning him out for the evening?"
"Nope, he's all mine," Chris said smugly. 'You disgusting little worm,' he finished silently in his head.
The lights dimmed then.
"Ah, showtime," Frank said eagerly.
The emcee strode onto the stage to warm up the audience. He told a few bawdy jokes, then filled the crowd in on the new dancers that would be performing tonight. Chris looked around at the rapt faces, the men of all ages who had filled the club to capacity, hanging on every word of the descriptions of the dancers. Was the next murder victim sitting in the club tonight? Was the murderer? Chris was relieved to see Ezra and Josiah holding their positions, at the ready for any sign of trouble. Chris turned back to the stage as the emcee announced the first dancer.
Jesse made his way onto the stage and the audience went wild. Dressed in a policeman's outfit, Jesse strutted across the stage, dancing and gyrating, throwing his long, dark hair around. He blew his whistle and flipped off his sunglasses into the audience. Men surged forward to catch the objects. Chris shook his head with amazement. When Jesse was down to his g-string, the men started lining up with their dollars. The next song started and Jesse worked the crowd, letting the men stuff the money anywhere along the g-string, winking and teasing the men as they handed over the cash. The song ended, he bowed and was gone in a flash. The emcee came back on to introduce the next act. 'Vin,' Chris thought to himself as his heart jumped into his throat.. Suddenly, there he was. His lover, on the stage, in all his glory. Chris looked at the audience that Vin was whipping into a frenzy. Men were feasting their eyes on Vin's semi-naked body and Chris hated it. He wanted to run on-stage, throw a blanket over the younger man and whisk him back to his ranch away from all these people ogling him. But he could only sit and watch as the crowd oohhed and aahhed at Vin. Vin was down to his g-string now. Chris fought his way through the crush of men waiting for Vin. He held up his money and Vin danced toward him with a hungry look in his brilliant blue eyes. He thrust downward and Chris stuffed the money in the front of the minuscule garment with a huge smile. Vin smiled back, then danced away to collect from his many other admirers. Chris sat back down and enjoyed Vin's next number, trying to forget about the crowd. He felt his lust grow as he watched Vin's smooth, supple body, gliding around the stage. He couldn't wait to get Vin home and show him his appreciation for all his hard work tonight.
"Very nice," Frank said to Chris as both men watched Vin perform.
"Yes it is," Chris replied honestly.
"And it should prove very profitable, too," Frank added.
Chris only smiled and nodded, turning his attention back to the stage. Vin danced off, shaking his now tanned buttocks at the crowd one last time as he left. The audience erupted with more hoots, whistles and shouting.
"Looks like Vincent is going to be very popular with the crowd, Chris," Frank said.
"Good Frank, I'm glad. I'm sure they're gonna like Buck a lot, too," Chris replied.
"Sure you don't want them to work more than three nights a week here, Chris? There's a lot more money to be made here, you know."
Something in Frank's tone caused Chris to study the man for a moment before he replied. "I'll talk to the guys about it Frank. We'll let you know," Chris responded.
"You do that Chris, you just do that," Frank said softly to himself.
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It was nearly 1am when Vin and Buck were finished for the evening. They sat in the dressing room with Jesse counting their tip money, Adam had changed quickly, on of the bouncers, Tim, had come to escort him to his car and he'd left after making several smart mouth comments to the three men., which they largely ignored.
"Wow, there's almost $200 here," Vin remarked with surprise.
"There is $200 dollars here," Buck said proudly. "Actually $225," he beamed.
"I got $175," Jesse announced. He looked at the big man. "Gee Buck, you sure were popular with the audience," Jesse praised. "Maybe Frank'll make you the headliner instead of Adam."
"Won't that piss him off!" Buck exclaimed. "Hope Frank does do it, Adam's a real pain in the ass."
"Sure is," Jesse agreed. "He ran off the two dancers that were here before you. And it wasn't the first time it happened either."
"How come Frank puts up with it, then, Jesse?" Vin asked quietly.
"'Cause he's so good I guess. Makes a lot of money for this place and Frank can't argue with that. You saw it, the place is packed for every show."
Vin and Buck nodded in agreement. "Got a point there, Jesse," Buck said. "But he's still a real asshole."
"Ready to go, fellas?" Chris asked as he swept into the room.
"Yep," Vin and Buck replied in unison.
"How'd we do tonight guys?"
"I made $180, Buck made $225," Vin answered.
"Nice work," Chris praised. "I'll take my cut now," he ordered.
Buck and Vin each handed over half their money silently.
"Thank you very much, gentlemen," Chris said as he pocketed the money.
There was a knock on the door. Chris opened it to find Josiah on the other side. "Mr. Larson, need me to walk you and the boys to their cars?"
"No, we'll be all right, thanks, Jonathan."
"All right then." He turned to the young, dark-haired man. "Jesse, just let me know when you're ready and I'll walk you out."
"Thanks Jonathan, give me about 15 minutes, okay?"
"Sure thing," Josiah answered. "I'll be back then. Have a good rest of the night, Mr. Larson, boys."
"'Night," Chris answered. He turned to Buck and Vin. "Well, let's get a move on, need you boys rested up for tomorrow night's show."
Vin and Buck turned to follow their leader. "See ya around Jesse," Buck called.
"See ya tomorrow Jesse," Vin said.
"'Night fellas," Jesse called back.
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"Finally alone Vin," Chris said with a smile as he leaned over and kissed the younger man the second Buck had pulled out of the parking lot. He pressed hungrily against Vin's mouth, remembering how Vin had looked in his g-string, dancing suggestively on the stage.
"We gotta get home quick Vin," Chris said in a choked voice as he broke the passionate embrace. "I want ya so bad after watching you parading around on the stage. You were so hot, Vin," he added, eyeing the younger man lustily as he sped out of the parking lot and headed down the darkened street. Traffic was light this late at night and they moved along at a brisk pace.
Chris took his eyes off the road to look at Vin when a low chuckle sounded from the sharpshooter. He favored the older man with a sly smile. "No need to wait, Chris," he said seductively.
"What are you up to?" Chris asked curiously. Vin never ceased to surprise him, and after the ice treatment earlier this evening, he was more than intrigued. He was downright excited.
"Just leave everything to me cowboy," Vin assured. "You just keep your eyes on the road."
The next thing Chris knew, Vin was unzipping his tight black jeans and tugging them down off his hips.
"Lift up a little bit, Chris," Vin asked and the older man did quickly.
Vin yanked the pants down, freeing Chris's rapidly swelling manhood.
"What're ya doin' Vin?" Chris asked with a shiver, not entirely caused from the cool air connecting with his exposed flesh.
"Just drive cowboy, like I told ya," Vin said, ignoring his question.
Chris almost lost control of the vehicle when Vin began to lick and suck at the head of his cock.
"Jesus Vin! What....uhh.....oh God!" Chris screamed, slamming his foot on the accelerator as Vin plunged down, taking the huge organ completely into his mouth, circling it with his strong lips.
He moved up and down Chris's stiff cock, lavishing it with hot, loving strokes from his tireless tongue.
"Vin....Vin....I can't...." Chris said, using one hand to hold the steering wheel, and stroking Vin's brown curls with the other. He gripped the steering wheel and Vin's hair frantically as the smaller man moved lower, to gently tongue and mouth Chris's heavy, swollen balls.
Chris somehow managed to stop at a red light and used the opportunity to thrust his hips hard against Vin's merciless mouth.
"Don't stop....please, Vin...." he pleaded throatily, as Vin descended on the rock hard cock once again. The light turned green, but Chris stayed where he was, pumping furiously into Vin's hungry mouth, begging for release.
The younger man squeezed his balls lightly as he sucked, sending Chris over the edge. He poured his hot seed into Vin's waiting mouth, clenching the steering wheel desperately as Vin sucked him dry. The light changed to red again and Chris pressed against the leather seat with a contented sigh, his head lolling against the headrest.
"Vin, that was....indescribable," he said breathlessly.
The younger man sat up, licking his lips. "Sure was cowboy," he said with a grin. "Gonna sit through another green light or are we gonna get to my apartment sometime tonight?" he teased.
The light changed green and Chris floored it, sending Vin sprawling against him.
Chris put his arm around Vin and pulled him closer, kissing his lightly on the lips. "Hope you're not tired Vin, I got plans for us for the rest of the night."
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"We keepin' ya up Vin?" Buck snorted sarcastically as Vin yawned for the umpteenth time since he and Chris had arrived at his and JD's apartment for the team's noon meeting.
"Huh? Sorry Buck, what'd ya say?" Vin asked in a daze.
"Get some more coffee, pard, looks like ya need it," Buck said, shaking his head. "What's wrong with you today Vin? We all left the club at the same time last night, it wasn't that late."
Vin nearly dropped his freshly refilled coffee cup. "Uh, I couldn't sleep last night, you know, keyed up from the show and all." He didn't dare make eye contact with Chris, and slumped back in his seat, letting his hair hang over his face, hoping to hide the flush he felt growing on his cheeks.
He shifted slightly in his chair, wincing slightly at the movement. Then he smiled to himself. Tired, hell he was exhausted. Chris had been true to his word last night when he'd said he had plans for the rest of the night. They had stayed up until well past 4am, making love on just about every flat surface in Vin's apartment, and some not so flat, as Vin recalled, remembering their gymnastic gyrations on the La-Z-Boy recliner. He'd never look at that chair in quite the same way again.
While Chris was definitely virile, Vin had never seen the older man so passionate, so excited as he had been last night. He thrilled at the memory of it and chanced a small peek over to Chris, sitting to his left. Their leader was concentrating intently on what Josiah was saying, but he unobtrusively placed his hand on Vin's thigh, resting it there momentarily, squeezing it just before his removed it.
"Anybody hear from Ezra?" Chris asked.
The doorbell rang as he finished speaking, and JD went to answer it. He and the tardy southerner came into the kitchen.
"Let's get started boys, we got a lot of ground to cover," Chris said.
For the next two hours, the seven discussed the evening prior and plotted future strategies. They took a break around 2pm for food. Josiah called in the pizza order, while the others milled around drinking sodas, watching college football and shooting the breeze.
Chris's eyes quickly found Vin, talking with Buck and JD, while they caught a bit of the game. The sharpshooter looked dead on his feet. Chuckling softly, he made his way over to join them. He wasn't feeling exactly spry himself, although, he thought to himself gleefully, last night was certainly worth it. He just hadn't been able to get enough of Vin. That sweet, young body, writhing and panting underneath him and those blue eyes, so trusting and loving, had driven him over the edge. He moved up next to Vin, breathing in the scent of him. God, he was getting an erection just standing next to him.
"Who's winnin'?" he asked, forcing himself to concentrate on football, silently willing his erection to go down.
"Notre Dame," Buck replied. "Good game so far, lotta action."
"Speakin' of action," Nathan yelled from across the room, "you and Vin really tore up that stage! JD and I were ready to come in there with our money for ya! Ain't that right, JD?"
"No we weren't Nathan! I didn't even look at Buck and Vin that close!" JD protested vehemently as he blushed.
"It's okay kid," Buck laughed back. "I think Nathan's kiddin' ya."
"Oh," JD said lamely, as everyone else laughed heartily.
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"Okay boys, that's it then," Chris said. "Josiah, Ezra, Buck, Vin and me inside, just like last night. JD and Nathan in the van." He looked at the youngest member of the seven. "Find anything on the tapes, JD?"
"Nothin' yet Chris, looks like everything's on the up and up. The camera and mikes are in good spots, though. If there is any out of the ordinary happening, we'll pick it up."
"Good. And remember, until this assignment ends, we'll be working Tuesday and Wednesday at the office and Thursday, Friday and Saturday at the strip club. We're off Sundays and Mondays, unless I tell ya different. That's it boys."
The group stood up and stretched, gravitating toward the TV.
"You ready to go Vin?" Chris asked in a low voice.
The younger man nodded, stifling a yawn.
"We're outta here guys," Chris said. "See ya all tonight."
"See ya guys," Vin waved and followed Chris to the Ram. He was asleep before Chris even finished backing out the driveway.
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The shrill sound of a ringing phone woke Chris out of a sound sleep. Looking over at his sleeping lover, he decided to take the call in another room so as not to awaken him. He slipped out of bed, grabbed the portable phone and walked out of the room quickly.
"Hello?...........But I'm in the middle of a case.................Yeah, yeah, I know................okay.....yeah, all right.....................Wednesday night.............okay, I'll see ya then. Bye."
"Damn!" he cursed quietly, setting down the phone and walking back into the bedroom.
"Anything wrong?" Vin asked sleepily as Chris climbed back into bed.
"Sshh, don't worry about it," Chris said, kissing Vin lightly on the lips as he snuggled the younger man close to him.
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"Whatta ya mean you've gotta go to Dallas?" Vin protested unhappily as he and Chris ate breakfast a few hours later.
"I know, and I'm sorry about it Vin," Chris soothed. "Some regional ATF conference I have to attend. There's a few new directors and they wanna hold a pow-wow. Tried to get out of it, but I can't."
"When ya headin' out?"
"Leavin' Wednesday after work, be back early Sunday." He smiled at Vin's frown. "Don't worry, it'll be early on Sunday, we can still go riding in the afternoon. I know I promised ya that trip up to the mountains, I haven't forgotten. Why don't I just come to the apartment when I get back? Then we can head out from there."
"Okay, well, we'll try to have things wrapped up for ya when you get back," Vin said with a lopsided grin.
Chris grabbed Vin's hand tightly. "You do that cowboy, just be careful, okay?"
"Relax Chris, nothing's gonna happen."
Chris got a sudden, icy chill at the base of his spine. He looked at Vin, who was staring at him worriedly. He gave the younger man a weak smile and decided to try and lighten the mood. "Better not, or I'm gonna be really pissed when I come off that plane," he said with a mock growl as he flew up and grabbed for Vin.
"Hey!" the sharpshooter yelled when Chris started tickling his sensitive sides. He twisted and got away from Chris, then started running in the house. Chris chased him, trapping him in the bedroom.
"How'd we end up in here again?" Vin chuckled.
"You complainin'?" Chris asked dryly.
"Nope. Just was wondering if I was going to see anymore of the house this weekend, or just this room," Vin joked.
You wanna see more of the house, do you?" Chris asked, grinning ferally as he advanced on Vin.
The younger man backed into the wall, eyeing Chris carefully. Vin lunged right, hoping to dart past Chris, but the older man had anticipated his move and he captured Vin easily, tickling him once again. Vin shrieked with laughter as he fell back, onto the bed, pulling Chris with him.
The older man licked Vin's ear and sucked on the lobe as Vin shivered beneath him. "Just let me know when you get tired of this room, Vin, 'cause I've got another bedroom I can show you, a dining room, living room, and a barn with all the hay you ever wanted to see," Chris whispered, eliciting a shiver of pure bliss from the younger man as he moved down to nip at Vin's neck.
"Did you want me to stop Vin? Did you want to go on a house tour?" Chris toyed.
"No...no," Vin moaned. "I was just jokin' Chris."
"Oh, I see," Chris said, "Well, in that case..." he said throatily, yanking off Vin's shirt to feast on the younger man's tanned torso, smiling to himself when Vin jumped as Chris's sharp teeth made contact with his nipples.
The older man licked and teased the pink peaks, biting them gently before he moved lower, onto Vin's well-muscled abdomen. He kissed his way lower, stopping at the waistband of his jeans, eyes glittering with desire.
Vin licked his lips in anticipation.
Chris unfastened the button and slowly unzipped the jeans. He slid them off Vin's lean hips, leaving the sharpshooter naked before him. Chris drank in the sight of the beautiful, bare body.
"Chris..." Vin moaned, thrusting his hips upward impatiently.
"Sorry Vin," Chris said, "I just love looking at your body," he whispered lustily.
"I like looking at yours too, you know," Vin said, sitting up to tug at Chris's shirt. "Take your clothes off, Chris."
The blonde man shook his head. "You take 'em off for me Vin," he said huskily.
His lover rose eagerly from the bed and nimbly undid the buttons of his shirt, running his hot tongue over every exposed inch of Chris's milky skin. He unfastened the top button of Chris's jeans, lapping at the tip of Chris's cock as it strained against the fabric. He drew the engorged flesh further into his mouth, sucking gently as he began to unzip the trousers.
"Not yet Vin, that's enough," Chris said, breathing hard as he gently pushed the smaller man back down onto the bed. He grabbed the lotion from the bedside stand, then swooped down onto Vin's stiff cock, sucking the head in and out of his mouth quickly.
"More Chris....please more..." Vin begged as Chris continued to suck greedily.
Chris still sucked on just the head, as he spread lotion on two of his finger. Vin lifted his hips off the bed, trying to draw more of his hungry cock into Chris's mouth, exposing his buttocks to Chris. The older man slowly slid two fingers into Vin, as he finally took the entire penis into his mouth, sucking hard as he descended down the thick organ.
"God! Chris! Yes!" Vin screamed in ecstasy at the double assault, spurting his hot juices into Chris's waiting mouth. Chris swallowed the precious liquid again and again as Vin continued to move underneath him, lost in the frenzy of his orgasm. At last, the younger man quieted and Chris slowly released him from his moist lips.
"You okay Vin?" he asked the sweaty, sated man lying on the bed.
"Oh yeah," Vin answered breathlessly.
"Good. 'Cause now it's my turn!" Chris said, reaching for the lotion.
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"Vin, can I see you in my office?" Chris asked quietly. It was 4:30pm on Wednesday, the time he'd been dreading all day. He hated the thought of leaving Vin, especially during this assignment, but, he couldn't put it off any longer. It was time for Chris to leave for the airport.
"Sure," Vin said and the two men went into Chris's office, Chris shutting and locking the door behind him.
"Gotta go Vin, but I wanted to say good-bye." He walked to the younger man and pulled him into a fierce hug. "I'm going to miss you so much, but I'll see you on Sunday morning."
"I'm gonna miss you too Chris," Vin replied. "Have fun in Dallas. It's my old stomping ground, you know," he finished, giving Chris a small smile as he pulled away.
"We'll go to Dallas together soon, I promise," Chris said, looking into Vin's sapphire blue eyes. "Love you Vin," Chris said, brushing his lips against Vin's. The younger man opened his mouth slightly and Chris pushed his way into the soft mouth with his tongue. The two men pressed their lean bodies hard against each other, deepening the passionate embrace. They both reluctantly pulled away at the same time.
"Love you, too, Chris," Vin said, then turned and unlocked the door, walking out first. Chris grabbed his briefcase and turned off the light. He followed Vin out into the outer office where the other agents milled around, waiting to see their boss off.
"See you boys in a few days. Be careful, all of you," he said and departed.
Vin watched him go sadly, then sat back down at his desk and started working.
"Don't worry Vin, he'll be back before ya know it," Buck said, walking over to the desk and patting Vin consolingly on the back.
Vin regarded the mustached man warily. 'Does Buck know about me and Chris?' he wondered to himself.
He stared at Buck, but couldn't tell. He decided to ignore it for now, figuring he'd bring it up with Chris when the older man got back on Sunday. "I know pard," he replied, "thanks."
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