A soft groan that was more of a sigh escaped Vin, as all the blood in his body pooled in his groin and threatened to explode. He felt Chris's balls graze him as he settled his hips over Vin's thighs. He looked up to see Chris Larabee smiling down at him with satisfaction. Vin smiled back at him, all fear gone.Their eyes locked.
Chris understood. This was no betrayal by Buck. This was a gift: a set-up by their very own over-grown, mischievous, interfering cupid. And now Vin was at Chris's mercy, helpless. Totally and completely his for whatever Chris wanted from him.
For Chris, this was a dream come true and he was going to savor every moment. Bondage, especially having his partner tied, was a favorite fantasy of Chris's, but one he had rarely cared to indulge. He had never been close enough to anyone to reveal much of it, and no other lover had ever trusted him the way he could see that Vin trusted him right now. No way was he going to rush it.
Buck had made it clear that Chris could take his time; until tomorrow if he wanted. Sliding his naked body against Vin's, Chris used his tongue to torment a nipple.
Vin's body arched on the bed; he pulled at the cuffs and struggled in vain to free his hands. Normally, he wasn't into being the one tied, but he had fantasized about being helpless in Chris's control, and now, he was going to enjoy it.
Chris moved over to tease the other nipple. He used his hands to gently stroke Vin's torso and arms. Easing up along Vin's body, he trailed kisses and up and down Vin's arms, stopping to nuzzle and kiss the sensitive area along the underside of his arm, just under the downy dark hair on his armpit. He was enjoying teasing his partner, hearing the sounds and feeling the reactions. He wanted to go on half the night just nibbling and kissing and blowing and licking, but he knew he could never last that long.
If Vin bucked his hips one more time, he was liable to come right then.
He could feel Vin's arousal, the blue cotton pressing against his balls and ass, and it reminded him that Vin wasn't naked yet. Forcing himself up, he stood over his captive. He slid the blue briefs as far down as he could, but wasn't about to undo the cuffs positioning his legs in such a wantonly open fashion. 'What the hell,' he thought and ripped the side seam and the material, letting the torn garment slide down to Vin's left ankle. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of Vin's completely nude body then climbed back on top with a wicked grin of satisfaction, like a bronc-rider mounting a pony with a particular reputation.
A slight ripple of apprehension ran through Vin when Chris tore his briefs off, because he knew Chris had a crazy streak. But it had never been aimed at him. Then he realized that Chris had no idea about his own wildness; he'd kept it too carefully hidden. Chris had no idea that this was something Vin had dreamt of. His doubts were overcome by lusty excitement as he felt Chris's body against his naked flesh.
Chris's first move was to claim Vin's mouth in a passionate kiss. Breaking away, he moved to bite and kiss at Vin's throat. Not caring about the marks he was leaving, he nipped his way to Vin's ear.
The warm breath in his ear, the feel of Chris's erection pressing against his belly, and pleasurable pain from the bites Chris inflicted had Vin softly moaning.
He heard Chris whisper, "Got ya where I want you, Tanner. You're mine ... for anything I want." Then before Vin could think of a smart-ass answer, he felt his mouth taken savagely, even as Chris's hands stroked and caressed their way over his body.
Damn this is good, was all the thought Vin's brain could muster as Chris's teeth captured a nipple, and he cried out with the pleasure-pain of it.
For Chris, the reality was better than the fantasy as he used his mouth, teeth and hands to arouse Vin. He could feel the hardness of his partner against his body and knew his own control was starting to weaken. Working his way down Vin's abdomen, he trailed little bites until he encountered Vin's navel. He teased it with his tongue, making Vin squirm beneath him.
Sucking in a desperate breath of air, Vin wanted to beg Chris to give him some release. His body was aching with need. But determined to ride this out, Vin waited to see what Chris would do next.
Nipping the soft flesh on the way, Chris sought Vin's hard and erect member. Using just his tongue, he teased the tip, and then ran it along the length. He repeated that move a few times, then he engulfed Vin with his mouth.
Vin pushed his head back as far as he could and tugged against the cuffs. Chris was killing him and he was loving it. A groan escaped his lips as Chris removed his mouth and broke the contact with his body.
Chris rose up, grinning, licking his lips. "You like this, Tanner? You want more?"
"Yeah," Vin whispered. He swallowed, panting. "More ... please...."
"What if I don't?" Chris whispered, leaning down until his mouth was only a fraction from Vin's. When Vin tried to kiss him, he pulled back. "What if I just leave you like this-" he reached down to stroke Vin's hardness several times lazily moving the skin up and down until Vin's breath came in deep gasps of pleasure. He stopped, dragging his hand slowly up Vin's body and away.
Vin's eyes narrowed slyly. "Yeah but you want it, don't'cha? You want me. You want to fuck me while I'm layin' here helpless to stop you, or do anythin' about whatever you do to me."
"I could just jerk off while you watch," Chris whispered into his mouth, then let his tongue work its way inside Vin's lips, forcing them apart until Vin could not resist kissing him.
When Chris pulled back again, Vin smiled." You could waste it like that ... but I know you, Larabee. I know you and you just want to shove it in me and pound at me until you can't stop yourself from comin'."
It made Chris cover his mouth again in a hard, demanding kiss, while one hand massaged Vin's balls, squeezing them almost to the point of pain. Vin pulled himself away from Chris's mouth and moaned, "Yeah, please ... make me come ... then you can do anything you want...."
Chris grinned wickedly and went back to tickling and playing tenderly with the furry sac with his fingertips before he moved back up to stroking Vin's erection again, slowly and maddeningly. When he had Vin to the point where his head was thrown back, his teeth bared, and every muscle in his body was bow-string tight, straining to come, Chris stopped again.
Vin sobbed as realized that Chris wasn't going to bring him off. "You bastard," Vin gasped, his blue eyes sparkling with passion and frustration at being left hanging, no matter how good it was.
Instead, Chris backed off from his body and sat on the edge of the bed, playing with himself and letting his other hand stroke Vin's sweaty hair. When Vin tried to turn his head away, Chris leaned over, firmly gripped his jaw to turn his head and kissed him.
Vin refused. When Chris pulled back in surprise, Vin looked up at him challengingly. "Look, if you're gonna do me, get on it!"
"Ain't you forgettin' something? You ain't in charge here. I thought I already proved that once," Chris murmured, leaning close to his mouth and when Vin refused to kiss him again, he simply licked Vin's lips, kissed them, then burrowed his face into Vin's neck, attacking that place behind his ear that was so sensitive. Vin whimpered as Chris's tongue and lips tormented him, while his hands trailed down to grip Vin's iron-hard erection. The moment he touched it, Vin gasped and begged again.
"Come on, Chris ... please ... please do it."
Chris kissed his mouth, muffling Vin's pleas, plunging his tongue deeply into the hot, moist mouth of this man he held helpless, and who in turn held him bound by his cries and moans of passion.
"Change in attitude?" Chris asked.
Vin growled "Fuck you," and pulled himself up as far as he could to reach Chris's mouth, kissing him demandingly. When Chris pulled back they were both panting and Chris grinned that wicked, crazy grin of his.
"Fuck me? Got that backward, Tanner. I'm gonna fuck you and you're gonna lie there and take it." It came out like a threat, in that voice that could make most men scared for their lives.
Vin only settled his head back against the pillow and smiled. "'Bout damned time-"
Chris snorted at Vin's attitude, and rummaged in the bedside table's drawers till he found a tube of lube. Moving back to the bed, he reached for the strap on Vin's left ankle. He yanked on the Velcro and released the limb, then used his hand to bend Vin's knee and repositioned the cuff where he wanted it. Pressing it securely in place, he did the same to the other leg and smiled at his handiwork.
Vin's legs were spread a little wider than usual, his bent legs open, exposing the darkly furred groin.
Vin was his for the taking.
All Vin could do was raise his ass a little. Chris ordered him to do just that, and slipped a towel underneath. He squeezed some lube into his hands and coated his hard shaft, letting Vin watch him prepare himself in long lazy strokes. Vin's own cock seemed to flex in rhythm with Chris's hand, even though he wasn't being touched yet.
Vin sucked in his breath in anticipation as Chris's slickened hand disappeared from his line of sight toward his groin. Still Chris did not touch him. Then, he felt a gentle caress at the base of his penis that made his whole body twitch.
"I could just take you hard and fast," Chris murmured, running his slickened fingers down under his balls to the little brown bud that flexed and twitched at his touch. Vin pushed toward him, but Chris just kept teasing the entrance with his fingertips.
When Chris felt Vin relaxing a little, not expecting him to penetrate, he slipped two fingers in without warning, just rimming the ring at the entrance with the greasy tips.
Vin cried out softly, not in pain but in sheer pleasure. He shifted restlessly against his restraints, wanting more. Chris pressed harder, deeper, pulled out and added another finger, bunching them into a cone-shape. Vin pushed hard against him with a guttural noise of raw need.
Satisfied by Vin's moves that he was ready, Chris pulled out and positioned himself on his knees for entry. Deliberately, he teased Vin's twitching, needy entrance, using only the greasy, juicy crown of his meat. He pressed and pulled back, then pushed again, all the while stroking himself. With his other hand, he merely gripped Vin's cock at the base, making a tight ring of his thumb and forefinger.
Vin had no control over what was about to happen and the sensation sent shivers of desire through his body. No one else had ever done anything like this for him, but never before had he felt for anyone what he felt for Chris. He wanted and needed Chris so badly, that somewhere in his chest, his very heart was aching with the desire.
"Chris...."
The pleading and desperation almost made Chris come before he was inside. Chris hadn't ever experienced passion quite like this. All the times they had made love were great. There was never any sex with Vin that was not satisfying and fulfilling. But something about this had taken hold inside him. All he wanted was to bury himself in Vin, to feel his heat and muscles around him, to become part of him as they shared this experience. He gently breached the opening, waiting for Vin to adjust. As soon as he felt Vin relax around him, Chris pushed all the way in.
Vin sobbed his name and arched against him, pushing hard and tightening around him as he took Chris in. He flexed and pushed with his hips, the only moves the bonds allowed him. Vin's head thrashed back and forth and he panted, begging for more and more.
The first few thrusts were slow and gentle, but as his desire increased and he could feel Vin rising to meet him, Chris let loose a little of his control. Faster, harder, and deeper he went, spurred on by the growls and moans Vin made as Chris took full possession of his body.
Gripping Vin's shaft, he pulled and stroked along with his own pounding. Vin was able to raise himself with his bent legs and used the Velcro as a brace for his own movements as he met Chris as hard as he could. Then Chris found it, that spot that made Vin's eyes roll back and whole body shake. Again and again, Chris raked across it with the head and shaft of his cock as he went as deep as physically possible. Blood pounded in his ears until he thought he would pass out before he could come and his balls were burning with the need.
"Vin-" Chris groaned, still pulling and jacking Vin along with his thrusting and bucking. Chris arched further over him, pressing Vin back and raising his hips. "C-coming-"
"Yeah, do it, come, come ..." Vin begged, pushing himself into Chris's hand until with a ragged intake of breath his every muscle seemed to tighten and he spurted violently all over himself and Chris's chest. Chris kept pumping and Vin kept coming, sobbing and moaning until he had nothing left.
Watching and feeling Vin spasming around him, hearing his sobs and cries, sent Chris deeper and harder until in a searing explosion he burst into Vin with an orgasm that made his vision go dark and his head swim as if he was falling. Dizzily he slumped forward to grip Vin's upper arms as his body went rigid; he held tight while the dizzying sensations receded like floodtide.
"Oh, god, Vin," Chris whispered.
"Yeah," Vin agreed. His eyes were closed, the pulse beating visibly in his neck. "You okay up there, pard?"
Vin's voice was weak and hoarse. Chris looked down to see Vin watching him with eyes that were full of emotion. "Though I lost you for a second...."
"You did," Chris said. Then he realized that his weight was on Vin's open hips joints and he pulled himself back on his haunches, slowly withdrawing. It had been so consuming, so intense that he had lost himself in Vin. He looked down to make sure he had not hurt or torn Vin in his violence.
As he pulled out, he touched Vin gently, caressing the wet and pulsing opening with tender fingertips. "You okay?" No blood showed, and Chris dabbed at him softly with the towel and leaned down to kiss the inside of first one thigh, then the other.
Vin sighed and smiled crookedly. "Might be a little sore tomorrow, 'z'all."
Chris reached over with still unsteady hands to pull loose the ankle straps, and helped Vin stretch his legs out. The lanky muscles still quivered with the efforts of moments before, and Chris rubbed them soothingly. Vin grunted in pain as he flexed. Seeing Chris's concern, he grinned. "Better than a workout at the gym. You know, resistance training?"
He comically flopped his strapped-down hands around, and eyed Chris expectantly. Instead, Chris crawled up onto his body, smearing the syrupy white liquid that covered them both between their bodies over their chests. Chris even licked at a splatter that glistened on Vin's chin before he kissed him. He ran his hands out Vin's arms until his fingers touched the straps holding him.
"You liked this." It was a statement, demanding an answer.
Vin nodded.
"You never told me."
Vin shook his head. "You don't act like no stranger to this, neither."
Instead of answering, Chris kissed him. "Played around with it once in a while."
"You never told me," Vin said. "I figured you for Mister Vanilla."
"Figured this was a long way from somethin' you'd ever want. You never liked bein' caged up, tied up, locked in small places...."
"Don't ask me what the difference is...." Then Vin's blue eyes met Chris's. "Maybe 'cause I trust you."
Chris stared at him in surprise as Vin handed him so much of himself in those few words.
"Now you got to tell me," Vin said.
"No, I don't. You're the one tied up." Chris flashed him a grin, then he simultaneously tore loose both the wrist straps, letting Vin free. Vin raised his arms and flexed them, wincing a little. Chris still lay on him, and Vin clasped him in a tight embrace, rolling him over on the bed until he was on top. Chris made no effort to resist.
"Fair's fair," Vin said.
Chris shrugged under him. "Can't explain it. Always has been a little thing that could set me off ... the idea of it. Never trusted anyone to do it to me much."
Vin did not miss that he was still being vague, as if he was even having a hard time explaining it to himself.
"You want it?" Vin toyed with the straps with one hand, dragging the padded cuff across Chris's lips.
Softly, almost guiltily, Chris said, "Fair is fair."
Vin kissed him lightly. "You're a control freak...." Vin grinned. "You sure?"
"Gotta find out if the reality is as good as the fantasy."
"You never had it done to you?"
Another dismissive shrug. "Not much, not really. Been the top, the dom a couple times. Wasn't anything special."
Vin cocked his head to the side, the way he did when he was learning something new. "With women or men?"
Chris shook his head. "Just men. Somethin' too-- mean--about it with women. Don't like it unless it's somebody who can take it and make it a challenge."
Vin took that in with grin. He idly brushed Chris's shaggy blond hair back from his forehead, then kissed him again and Chris responded. The kiss became deep, soul-searching and full of reassurance.
Vin raised an eyebrow as they parted and smiled provocatively. "Reckon we'll just have to take turns." With another quick kiss, he rolled off Chris to the edge of the bed. "But after this time, it's gonna have to wait a while." With a rueful smile, he wiggled his limp penis between his thumb and forefinger like a little puppet.
Chris laughed and reached over to caress his naked hip. "Well, this is one for the books. Tanner out of the game?"
Vin snorted. "You sure look like you're ready for action again...." He reached over to flick at Chris's worn-out member. "Roadkill."
Chris grabbed him and pulled him down again. "Pretty mouthy for somebody who was layin' here beggin' for it only a few minutes ago."
Vin grinned. "We'll see who's beggin' next time," and kissed him before he rolled off the bed. He stood, stretching as if he ached a little, and scratched his still-sticky chest.
At the same time, Chris scratched his balls, then felt the sticky mess on his own chest. They looked at each other and at the same time said, "Shower."
Neither of them could get it up again when they got into the bathroom and were sharing the shower, and they really hadn't the energy to try. This experience had left them both drained-in more than one way, Vin admitted. In the end, it was the sheer sensual delight of sudsing each other up and rinsing off with the hand-held spray that relaxed them both even more.
As they wandered naked back into Buck's bedroom to find their clothes, Chris said, "You know, Buck said he wasn't gonna be back until tomorrow." Chris unfastened the Velcro sheet from the bed and tossed it aside. He lay back on the pillows, watching as Vin shook out his clothes and prepared to dress.
Chris twisted the cap off one of the two beers he had originally brought into the bedroom and took a swig in spite of them not being ideally cold. "And, no one knows we're here."
Vin smiled. He dropped his clothes and crawled up beside Chris to take the beer from him. He raised it in a little salute. "Hideout time?" He took a swig and handed it back.
Chris poured another swallow into his mouth and settled in as Vin slid closer to him and laid his head down on his bare shoulder. It was a habit now, and Chris's free hand wandered up to idly stroke Vin's still-damp hair. "Hideout time," Chris agreed. Vin sighed with contentment.
+ + + + + + +
Across town, ensconced comfortably in the special bed in the spare bedroom, Ezra Standish lay naked on his belly. His sleek skin gleamed with the oil that Buck Wilmington had rubbed all over it. Beneath him, the silk cover to the plastic sheet that protected the bed caught the drips and runs as Buck knelt over him, massaging his body liberally with the oil. The room was scented with vanilla and cinnamon, and burned with a comfortable, gentle golden light.
"Amazing," Ezra murmured. "You think it worked?"
Buck shrugged, continuing to knead the firm muscles in the back of Ezra's thighs. He moved to straddle Ezra's legs, easing up slightly. He was nude as well, his lanky, well-built torso also gleaming with oil that he had applied himself. Slowly his hands moved to the tight, rounded globes of Ezra' ass, and Ezra arched his back slightly, raising up to accommodate the growing erection trapped beneath him.
While sensually kneading the firm flesh, Buck said, "It's up to Chris now. All I know is that Vin looked almost as good as that leg o' lamb you fed me tonight, darlin'. Hell, I could barely resist once he was trussed up."
Ezra raised his head and peered over his shoulder. "Oh, really? You were tempted with impure thoughts of our redoubtable sharpshooter?" One eyebrow raised disdainfully, and Buck's hands stilled.
"Well, now, Ezra, you know ... uh...Even you've commented yourself on his finer attributes... and...."
"You know what that means, don't you, Mister Wilmington?"
Buck hung his head, trying to hide the unrepentenant smile. "Yes, sir."
"And how tempted were you?"
"Oh, very tempted." Buck slid off Ezra's legs as the smaller man rolled over, lying on his side, revealing that the oil massage had brought him to a hard state of arousal.
Buck was staring at it hungrily. "So tempted that I reckon I ought to serve some penance."
Ezra lifted one arched eyebrow and languidly waved a hand. "Well?"
Buck nodded and bent over him to kiss the tip of his penis, then licked the bead of moisture that formed there.
"Very well. Proceed," Ezra commanded in bored, dispassionate tone that belied the ecstatic expression that stole over his face at the touch of Buck's lips. For a moment, Ezra lay back, revelling in the skilled attention of Buck's mouth, until he blinked and forced himself to concentrate. A soft groan escaped him nonetheless.
As Buck was bent over sucking, Ezra reached to the side table and produced two items-a conical-shaped black rubber plug and a leather strap with a graduated series of rings on it. With a sigh, Ezra laid back, while Buck's hands began rubbing his oily body and his mouth worked at his groin.
"Stop," Ezra ordered reluctantly. He held up the two items with a smile. "You know the drill."
Buck nodded. "Yes, sir." He moved forward on his knees to present himself and his slowly growing penis. Ezra shook his head at Buck's mounting excitement at the prospect of what was coming next.
"Buck," he said, as he slid the series of rings onto the swelling member in his hand. "You are incorrigible."
"I try," Buck murmured. "Lord knows, I try."
Buck winced as the pressure increased and he became uncontrollably aroused the by gentle attention of Ezra's hands as he caged Buck's now-rampant penis. Confined, Buck turned around and bent over, presenting his ass as Ezra lubed up the long black plug. He spread his legs expectantly, only to have Ezra pause for a moment, toying with his dangling ball sac. Buck groaned with the sensation as the pressure on his erection increased. Deft, talented fingers probed at his tightly puckered opening, and Buck could feel the hard tip of the plug against him. It was slightly cool as it slipped inside, lubed up by the oil on Ezra's hands. A tremor of reaction shook Buck's large frame as Ezra worked the plug deeper. Then for good measure, Ezra leveled a sharp slap to Buck's ass with the cupped palm of his hand. When Buck wriggled at him, Ezra spanked him several times, each slap sharper than the one before.
Buck was sprawled now, still on his hands and knees before Ezra, but with his legs wide enough that his dangling testicles nearly dragged the oily silk sheet of the bed. He was shaking with his body's reaction to the plug and the cage. Ezra watched him for another moment, then deemed him ready-besides, he couldn't wait any longer himself. Suddenly, he pulled the plug from Buck's anus and tossed it aside, kneeling behind him to replace it with his own pulsing member.
Buck whimpered and threw his head back as Ezra began to slowly thrust into him. The oil made them slippery as Ezra's hips ground against Buck's tightly clenched asscheeks, still rosy from the spanking.
Ezra increased his rhythm as Buck pushed against him, groaning and begging for more, and suddenly Ezra's careful control slipped. All he could do was thrust himself into the tight, hot channel and take what this amazingly passionate man offered him until he shuddered and sobbed out Buck's name in the midst of his orgasm.
Meanwhile, Buck's own climax left him sweating and reeling with the intensity of the pleasure and pain of it. As Ezra withdrew and reclined again, exhausted, Buck straightened up and turned to him with a broad smile and sparkling eyes. Still entrapped in the cage, Buck's organ was as hard as ever, in spite of the evidence that he had come from just being fucked in the ass.
"Incorrigible," Ezra sighed with an exhausted shake of his head. "Has it occurred to you that perhaps we need something new to spice up our life?"
Buck chuckled. "Why, yes, darlin', it has."
+ + + + + + +
It was later that evening that Chris and Vin decided to head back out to the ranch. The livestock needed tending and even though they knew that Buck was away and they were completely safe at the CDC, they decided that they'd feel even better in their own bed at the ranch.
They cleaned up Buck's bedroom, pulled the sheets and tossed them with the towels they had used in the washer while they finished a couple more beers and watched an episode of "Wanted Dead or Alive" on the Western Channel.
Chris had to smile as Vin sat there like a kid watching his biggest hero. "That why you got that sawed-off Winchester in your collection?"
Vin nodded, looking as little embarrassed. "Don't know why, but ever since I was a kid, McQueen's been a special hero of mine, especially as Josh Randall."
"Bounty Hunter," Chris said.
Vin nodded. "Maybe that helped me decide when I got out of the Rangers. I tried to operate like he did." Vin shrugged and smiled shyly. "And McQueen had a tough life, startin' out, too. I reckon that's why."
"You could have done worse," Chris said and squeezed his thigh affectionately. He stood as the buzzer on the dryer went off. The end credits to the episode rolled and Vin shut off the television.
"Did you have a hero?"
Chris shrugged. "Sort of," Chris said as he walked out to the laundry closet to get the clean sheets.
Vin frowned, then let it go. One deep secret a day was enough, he figured. The time would come.
Vin put the towels away, then helped Chris finish making the bed. The Velcro sheet lay on the floor where Chris had tossed it when they were done, and so Vin gathered up the straps and folded them into the sheet in a neat bundle.
"Where'd he get this, anyway?" Chris asked as he watched Vin try to stuff it back in its garishly illustrated box, which was torn and refused to accommodate the now-expanded black mass.
"Pink Pussycat," Vin said. "Dragged me there three times before he decided on it." Vin gave up, tossed the box into the waste basket in the corner and left the Velcro sheet folded on the bed with the straps.
"Not one of my favorite places on the planet," Chris said, leading the way out of the Infamous Wilmington Bordello.
They headed for the front door, now that everything was as they had found it--even though it was Buck's and JD's apartment and where they put the empty beer bottles probably would not have made a difference.
Vin grinned. "We could stop by there on the way home." He found it amusing that tough, cool, on-your-ass Chris Larabee got embarrassed and jumpy in a porn palace.
"Nope." Chris looked at Vin with his "don't-give-me-no-shit" glare, then headed back toward the bedroom.
Chris suddenly detoured to Buck's desk where he rummaged, pulling an envelope out of one of the drawers. No pens were anywhere near the desk, so he headed back into the kitchen. Opening the junk drawer, he found a hotel giveaway pen. He scribbled a note on the envelope, took out his wallet and stuffed some money in it. Sealing the envelope, he grabbed a black plastic garbage bag from under the sink.
Vin watched Chris head into the kitchen, envelope in hand. When Chris ducked into Buck's bedroom without the envelope but now holding a big plastic bag he called out.
"What cha' doing, Chris?" Vin asked as he waited in the hallway.
Chris emerged, the bag obviously full. He gave Vin a lecherous smile. "Left Buck a note telling him to get a new Velcro sheet-this one's coming home with us."
"Remember, fair's fair, you said so yourself," Vin reminded him as they started out the front door.
Chris shot him a wicked look. "Thought you were sore," he said.
"Yeah, but you ain't-" Vin winked. "- yet."
The End
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