Sequel to Stuck on You
"Revenge is mine now, Larabee."Chris felt the blood run straight to his groin at both the way Vin said it and the expression on his face. He lay on the bed transfixed at the body looming over him. He stared hungrily at the lanky, hard muscles and smooth golden skin, marred by pale scars here and there -- some Chris knew, some from before, but all making up a patchwork that was the complex creature, Vin Tanner. The gleam in Vin's eyes and the hardness of his cock aroused Chris in spite of his being restrained. Trapped. Helpless.
A moment before he had resented Vin's power over him, his own loss of control. Now, it was exciting.
Uncertainty nagged at him -- had he misread Vin all along? Vin was lovin' this more than he had expected. They were a partnership, but Chris always expected to take the lead. Chris had always been the dominant one, the Alpha. Vin had never questioned it, never shown any desire to want anything else. On the day Buck had tricked them about the Velcro sheet, Vin had told him that he'd had fantasies about it, but had never trusted anyone enough to tie him up and explore it. Vin's response to restraint and dominance by Chris had been explosive for them both.
In turn, Chris had admitted that he had never trusted anyone or been close enough to anyone to let them try it on him. The only times in other relationships that he had indulged in this kind of scenario, he had been the dominant one. It had never done much for him; it had been the wish of his sexual partner of the moment, someone turned on by what he was, without caring what he really wanted.
Now he wondered ....what did he want? Here he was, the one who was tied down, completely at the mercy of Vin Tanner, the man thought he knew best and understood more than anyone.
Vin's hard expression and edgy tone as he gave his orders made Chris wonder if he had been wrong about the easy-going Texan.
A sudden vision of Vin in a black leather domination outfit was almost absurd -- whatever Vin did, he needed no props to convey his strength. Instead Chris could see Vin naked in just his leather chaps, a length of horsehair rope in his hand or using supple straps of buckskin for his bondage. It sent a ripple of emotion through Chris that shocked him -- love and desire, and a powerful, frightening hunger for something he could not quite name.
"Time to get you naked. Sit up." Vin demanded in a husky, edgy voice.
With his hand secured behind him, Chris had to struggle to pull himself up to a sitting position on the soft bed. Vin leaned over and grabbed the strap that held his wrists. "When I loosen this, don't try anything stupid, or it will be all what I want and you'll just take it." Vin followed this with a hard, intense kiss. At the same time he opened the cuff with a ripping sound from the Velcro. "Lose the shirt. Then get comfortable."
Gritting his teeth, Chris complied. He moved to the center of the bed and waited. He lay his arms out to the side, as Vin had been positioned that day at Buck's. Instead, Vin moved his arms over his head and cuffed them to the Velcro sheet. It arched his back, raising his chest, and left him no leverage to move anything but his hips and legs. Until, that is, Vin secured his ankles, immobilizing him.
Vin eyed him with a predatory grin. "Like what that does to your chest." He ran his hands down over the planes and ridges of the well-defined chest, down to the smooth skin of the concave belly beneath the curve of his ribcage. "Stretchin' you out like that, staked out like bait."
Vin's description left Chris feeling a little hollow inside. Bait. Meat. And Vin had become the hunter, Chris the prey already trapped. His to be used.
"Vin," Chris said quietly. "Maybe this ain't --"
Vin glared down at him, but the glare had a hint of something else. "Uh-uh. Fair is fair, remember? You're mine, Larabee."
He walked around the bed and positioned his legs, spreading them wide until he was satisfied. His touch was just on the edge of roughness. Stepping back, he admired the long and lean body displayed before him. He licked his lips and eyed his prey.
"What's wrong, Cowboy? Maybe you don't like bein' at someone else's mercy? 'Helpless and vulnerable' -- ain't that how you described me that day at Buck's?" He smiled wolfishly. "I can see the appeal."
Chris's erection had flagged again, just as the wary, nervous expression had settled on the lean, handsome face, reflecting his confused emotions. He was seriously contemplating backing out of this, using the escape word. A part of him wondered at his own cowardice. What was he scared of losing, in discovering that he might like giving up control of what was happening to his body? It wasn't that he didn't trust Vin; Vin would never hurt him. Even if the Texan got a little crazy, physical pain he knew he could take. The fact that it was Vin doing whatever it was would make it tolerable...
Chris felt himself harden again and stared down in shock, not even wanting to think what that meant. How could he get turned on about Vin inflicting some painful, undefined act on him?
A tiny voice in the back of his head asked him, Who was he really scared of?
"I kinda figure that you don't really like this, 'cause you're such a control freak," Vin said. "Tough luck. I'm gonna make the most of it."
Vin turned to the nightstand, where he picked up something, dangling it in the half-light of the room. It was a length of braided leather with a single blue bead in the center. "Reckon if you're mine -- I should mark you."
Vin leaned over and tied it around Chris's ankle, a counterpart to his own silver anklet, one that Chris had given him.
Chris looked down at the slender length of leather around his restrained ankle above the cuff of black Velcro and felt the sweet ache of arousal in his balls and the pressure in his cock. He shifted restlessly, confusion at the extreme ranges of emotions running through him. Excitement, fear, nervousness, and the strange sensation connected with it -- yet all the time knowing that no matter what, he was safe in Vin's hands.
"Now, let's ride," Vin murmured, crawling up to settle himself over Chris's body, claiming him completely. He began by biting, licking and kissing satiny flesh as Chris pulled against the restraints, reacting involuntarily. Vin skipped past Chris's erect shaft to bite at the washboard abs, then worked up the lean torso to pause to torture a nipple, first biting it hard, then soothing it with his tongue. He alternated nipples, then paused at the silvery oval of a bullet scar. The edges were sensitive where the tough scar tissue met the soft skin of his shoulder, just above the collar bone.
Looking into Chris's eyes to be sure his partner was okay, Vin was relieved to see that Chris was enjoying the sweet torture. Planting light kisses along Chris's strong jaw, then nibbling down his throat, Vin paused to bite at Chris's collar bone. Grinding his pelvis against Chris, Vin savored the sensations before he pushed himself upright again, straddling Chris's torso. His erection was pointed directly at Chris' s face. Chris looked up at him, eyes narrowed in defiance. "You know what to do, Larabee." The velvety tone was tough and hard-edged.
It sent another wave of reaction through Chris, who deliberately rebelled, desperate to regain control of what was happening inside of him.
"If I don't?"
Vin's hand reached behind himself to grab Chris's erection in snug grip, and stroked him several times. "I could just keep you like this all day -- no reason not to -- You know I can hold out just as long as you can --" As if to demonstrate, Vin kept pulling on Chris's cock, while his other hand encircled himself, masturbating himself with in inches of Chris's mouth. Vin's handjob was making Chris pant, and his mouth opened, his tongue moistening his lips. His eyes were fixed on Vin's hand movements, which were perfectly timed to the sensations in his own groin.
"Gettin' close?" Vin whispered. Chris bucked his hips against Vin's hand in answer. "Good...."
Chris moaned his frustration as Vin took his hand away.
Leaning forward, Vin put his cock within reach of Chris's lips. "Let's try this again..." and Vin felt Chris's tongue dart out to lick the tip, lick away that little bead of salty fluid that had escaped. He looked down to see the smoky gray-green eyes closed with a half-smile, and he knew that in spite of Chris's rebellion, he was enjoying it. Chris's tongue circled the glans, tickling slightly before he dragged its roughness slowly up the length of his shaft.
Vin held back from the desire to force himself between the curved lips that he loved so well, to feel the slippery wetness of that hot mouth surrounding it. Instead, he slid down to kiss him again, and had the distinct impression Chris was disappointed as his member was pulled away from his mouth.
Vin continued raining kisses on his face, sometimes licking him, then nibbling, then kissing again, from eyelids to eyebrows, up the expanse of his forehead to his shaggy pale hair, then around to his temples. The firm tip of his tongue slid wetly around the curve of his ear, then dipped into the incredibly sensitive interior shell. A shudder rippled through Chris's already tight muscles. An animal-like moan escaped the normally stoic Larabee and he writhed against his bonds. His response excited Vin further, and he fought the need to bury himself in him, feel his hot flesh surrounding him, consuming him. It would have to wait until he had tormented Chris almost beyond endurance with teasing and passion.
Sprawled across the lanky body, Vin let his hot hard shaft rub against the firm belly beneath him. He teased himself by rolling his cock between them, feeling the pressure to the point of pain as his hard-on begged for release. As he moved sinuously against Chris, Vin kneaded the stretched-tight muscles of those rawhide hard upper arms with his palms. Sliding his hands over to Chris's flat chest, he pinched a nipple to hardness, feeling its little point against his rough palm like a ripe berry.
Chris's breathing deepened, shudders of pleasure making him grind his hips upward against Vin's belly and hips.
Chris's head was back and he seemed to be concentrating on thrusting himself against Vin, as if determined to make him come. Vin chuckled at his attempts to take the dominance back, in spite of being the one restrained. Instead, Vin raised up, letting his dangling shaft tickle Chris's own rock-hard one, lightly rubbing them together. A choked cry of frustration escaped Chris at the feathery touch. Chris pitched and plunged under him like a wild thing, pulling at the Velcro wildly as he tried to gain the leverage to raise himself to rub against Vin's body.
"Come on, dammit! Do it!" Chris demanded in a ragged voice.
Vin felt his reaction with warm satisfaction. He pulled back, letting Chris relax before he once more ran his hand over the firm, golden skin of his chest and abs.
"Not yet, pard," Vin murmured.
Watching Chris's face, he caressed the velvety length of him, then further down where he cradled his swollen ball sac in gentle fingers. When the tip of Vin's fingers touched the hard ridge of flesh extending back toward his anus, Chris's entire body convulsed with a groan of pleasure. Vin continued along the scrotum, further back to the puckered bud that was the opening to Chris's body, and started a slow circular motion at the opening, toying with the sensitive flesh. Chris pressed against his fingers with a sigh of "Oh, yeah..."
It was time, Vin decided. He reached for the tube of lubricant on the nightstand. Chris was watching him through passion-heavy eyelids, and he licked his lips in anticipation. Vin smiled wickedly and reached into the ice bucket. Chris's eyes widened as he saw Vin's hand dip into the icy water.
"What are you gonna do --?"
"Told ya to be quiet," Vin commanded, "'nless you're makin' them noises I like to hear..."
From the bucket with the chilled beer, his hand brought forth a small white tube with a plunger, the kind of syringe that was used for administering rectal creams. It was full of a thick gel and Vin held it up to check the contents where Chris could see. It dripped cold water, the droplets hitting Chris's thigh and legs, making him flinch with the shock of it.
"Buck -- he was talkin' one night about some of the things he likes," he said. "Been learnin' a lot, just sittin' on surveillance duty, listenin'." He paused and shook his head. "He's amazin' sometimes." Vin glanced at Chris, whose eyes had not left the tube of lubricant he held in one hand and the syringe in the other. "Positively vers-a-tile."
Vin squeezed a little lubricant from the tube on his fingers, and onto the shaft of the syringe.
Chris shook his head, panic widening his eyes. "What is it? Wait -- don't --"
"You ain't got the say here, remember?" Vin said with a wink that only served to pique Chris's temper.
"Goddam it, Vin -- " He yanked at his Velcro restraints. They both knew there was still the safe word, and Chris was right on the edge of using it.
Vin's hands dove between Chris's legs, his fingers seeking and finding his puckered anus. Chris tightened down at the thought of something cold and unknown being pushed inside him. His cock relaxed as the tension was communicated to his body.
Vin smiled. "You know it ain't gonna hurt, Cowboy," he said with a teasing smirk. The small, conical head of the syringe probed at him, and Chris gritted his teeth.
"What goes around ..." Chris promised with an angry edge to his voice. He flinched as the cold plastic, well-lubricated, touched him then slipped slowly past the tight ring of muscle in his ass. Carefully and gently, Vin pushed it all the way in to the flared end, then pressed the plunger, forcing the frigid gel into Chris.
With Chris's sharp intake of breath, Vin knew that he was feeling the burst of coldness deep inside. Suddenly Chris's cock was hard enough to rise from his belly in a sudden jerk.
"What the hell is that?" Chris rasped, closing his eyes. He was unable to stop his hips from writhing at the exciting sensation of cold penetrating deep within him.
"Good ol' KY -- chilled, z'all," Vin said with a smile. "Somethin' ain't it?"
Chris swallowed. "You tried it?" A flash of jealousy flickered across his face.
Vin smiled at Chris's suspicion. "On myself. Couldn't jack off fast enough after I did it," he said. With his lubricated hand, he slid his fingers over Chris's now-rigid shaft, which flexed under his touch. "It'll warm up right away. But there's a minute there that's like nothin' else ... Kinda nice way to slicken you up inside." He let his fingers slip into Chris's entrance, penetrating him slowly and tenderly, rimming him with his fingertips. Chris shifted and bit his lip, tightening down, resisting in spite of the erection throbbing against his belly.
Vin smiled, and leaned over until his mouth was barely touching him. "Revenge ... sweet revenge ..." and kissed him softly, like the gentlest of lovers.
Once more Vin teased Chris's mouth with his tongue, probing, licking, sucking softly at his passion-swollen lips until he responded. A wild rush of power flowed between them, electric in intensity. They lay for a moment, aroused, panting, wanting.
With a sigh of regret, Vin pulled away and rose while Chris dropped his head back in frustration as he realized Vin was up to something else and relief was no closer.
Like Chris had done to him when he had been strapped down, Vin moved Chris's legs further apart one at a time, adjusting the straps then pressing them down to immobilize him once more. Chris did not fight; he was torn between stopping or going on with something that was becoming more and more sensually surprising.
Chris trusted Vin implicitly. It was himself he was worried about, discovering things about himself that he had not realized were there. He was enjoying this in spite of himself, realizing that the uncertainly and element of surprise were exciting him.
"Vin," Chris said, licking his lips. "Please..."
Vin grinned down at him. "You want it, don't'cha, Cowboy?"
"Yeah. Now." Chris closed his eyes, concentrating on the strange, cool excess of moisture around his hole from the lubricant. All he could think of was the aching need to have something touching and filling him, stretching him, even to the point of pain, just for the sensation.
Vin settled on his knees between Chris's legs, placing the head of his aching hardness at Chris's slickened, prepared entrance, then slowly and steadily pushed, burying himself in the hot tunnel of Chris's ass. With a soft moan Chris thrust his hips against him. Vin felt his cock slip deep into the moist heat that scalded him now with it's intensity. He thrust and when Chris clamped down on him, he fought not to explode right then. He wanted this to last. He wanted this to be the longest weekend of their lives.
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Something was fluttering deep inside Ezra's stomach, so he tried to change the subject. He and Buck had been lovers for long enough that he knew he shouldn't be reacting like a blushing virgin. Besides, it was beneath him. And he had always managed their encounters. He was the one in control. It was safer that way. He cared deeply for Buck, but knew he was more secure on those terms. He needed to divert Buck, away from his determined seduction.
"So, what happened when you went for our drinks that indicated that Vin and Chris were having such a good time?"
Buck smiled. "I heard Chris begging."
"Excuse me?" Ezra was genuinely shocked. "Surely not -- our stoic and stalwart leader. Begging Vin for ...?" He also found himself appalled at his luridly voyeuristic question. It was just the shock of the idea, he told himself. Chris Larabee....begging. Possible images cascaded through his mind like a sudden tropical fever.
"Beggin' for mercy, " Buck said. "See, Vin brought their Velcro sheet with him. That duffel he was so attached to? So, I bet ol' Chris is tied down tighter than you ever done me ...and Vin, he's probably kissin' and lickin' on him ...." Buck let his voice drop to a silky, soft whisper that set the hairs on Ezra's body prickling. "Suckin' on him while he's helpless. Maybe toyin' with him ..."
Ezra jumped as Buck's fingers grazed the bare skin of his leg. Then the large hand settled on his thigh, right at the edge of his swim trunks' leg. His thumb caressed the sensitive skin, slipping under the cloth a fraction as Buck continued. "Vin owes Chris, see. This is his revenge...and he's gonna make Chris pay for that night at my place. Gonna make Chris crazy with lickin' and suckin', strokin' and touchin' him...'til he's wild and can't help himself."
"Torture," Ezra breathed. The hand that held his wine glass trembled.
"Uh-hu-u-uh." Buck drew the word out and it reminded Ezra of other sounds Buck made, at their most intimate moments. Then Buck continued, "The best kind of torture. The kind that you're so good at. The kind that makes a man come like he's never gonna live through it..." The hand slipped further up, and Ezra glanced around the balconies and courtyard nervously.
The front of his trunks were peaked with his arousal, and he ached with wanting to feel Buck's hands all over his body. Just as he took a swallow of his wine, Buck's fingertips tickled his balls; he nearly choked. "Stop that!" he snapped. It did not come out as decisively as he intended.
"Why?" Buck chuckled. "Nobody's around. And if'n they are, they ought not to be watchin' anyways!"
Ezra gritted his teeth. Those damned fingertips just kept teasing, barely touching, but just enough that the contact sent shudders of pleasure through him. Ezra let his head drop back and his breath out as Buck's hand withdrew.
Buck rose, holding his hand out.
Ezra merely stared at him, deliberately stubborn. This was way out of his control....
Buck wriggled his fingers. "Come on --"
"I don't feel like swimming right now." Ezra drained his glass as poured himself another one. He was doing his best to supplant the strange, fearful feeling in his chest with annoyance with Buck's attempt at seduction. Here. In the open. In public. In broad daylight.
"That ain't the kinda dip I had in mind."
Ezra swallowed, his eyes drifting up Buck's long, lanky body. In the snug swim trunks, there could be no concealing his desire and his intent. Buck removed the wine glass from Ezra's fingers and took his hand. "Up. Now."
Ezra found himself allowing Buck to pull him to his feet. Had this been a less public place -- empty though it was -- Ezra knew that he would have ended the movement in Buck's arms, with those soft, skilled lips devouring his own.
Instead, Buck led him past a trellis with a wildly flowering white bougainvillea to the nearest cabana. Buck had picked up their towels and his shirt, and now tossed them onto the bench inside, behind the little slatted doors that hardly hid anything from the world.
The cabana was surprisingly spacious, smelling of cyress wood and flowers that had overgrown the white translucent roof. Shady light dappled the interior with just enough light to see. "Lock the door." Buck ordered.
Ezra complied, unable to believe that he was going along with this. He knew he ought to put a halt to it and tell Buck they were going back to the condo and their bedroom with it's soft, king-sized bed. Afterwards, they could soak in the Roman tub. It was civilized and mature, instead of smacking of some promiscuous public poolside encounter. The words were on his lips as he turned to find Buck sitting on the cabana bench, naked.
Ezra really meant to stop this, to regain control and bring some common sense back to the moment. Somehow the sight of Buck sprawling on the bench -- legs open, sporting a full-on erection -- made his mouth go dry and his groin ache. After all, there was a reason Wilmington's name was the same as most of the largest male mammals in the animal kingdom.
"How ...how do you manage to strip naked so quickly?" Ezra asked, amazement and desire striking his common sense with amnesia.
"Just happens when you're around, Ez," Buck replied as he reached for Ezra. Grabbing his green silky trunks, he lowered them slowly over Ezra's hips until they puddled around his ankles. Buck held Ezra's hips while he stepped out of them, then leaned in to kiss the tender crease at the junction of Ezra's thigh and groin first on one side, then the other.
"By chance, did you bring any 'supplies' down to the pool? Sun tan oil would do, but ..."Ezra's voice was barely a whisper.
Buck laughed. He wrapped his arms around Ezra's body then gently nibbled on a brown nipple before reaching for his own trunks. From a pocket he produced a tiny plastic tube. Using his teeth he ripped off the top. "Bought a few of these mini-tubes when Vin and I were in the Pink Pussycat." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Single serving size. Mango flavored for the tropical ambiance."
Ezra captured Buck's mouth in a kiss. "I should have known... Decadence in all things." He wriggled against the fingers he felt probing his entrance. When he felt Buck roughly slap his ass, he arched into the caress that followed.
Buck smacked his cheeks again, then slipped two fingers inside while he caressed Ezra's ballsack with his free hand.
Ezra's head was tossed back, his eyes shut as he pushed against Buck's fingers. Straining forward, he managed to rub his erection against Buck's stomach. "Now, Buck. I need you. Now."
Buck pulled his fingers out and grabbed Ezra's hips. He leaned in to nibble at his lover's throat, then worked his way up, towards Ezra's swollen lips. After a passionate kiss, Buck pulled free.
"Now, Buck -- please," Ezra whispered. He let Buck guide him to stand straddling his thighs.
"You sure..." Buck was holding his steely shaft against Ezra's opening and teased him with the tip of it's thick crown.
Ezra wrapped his arms around Buck's head and shoulders, and pulled him into a quick kiss, then bit at one ear before he whispered, "Take me, Buck."
"You beggin' me?" Buck chuckled and pulled the slender but muscular body up and released him to be impaled. Letting gravity do it's trick, Buck guided Ezra on his descent. Buck stopped moving once his entire member was embedded in his partner. He looked to Ezra, to see if he was ready for more. The sight of his lover's passion-slackened face was as arousing as anything else they had ever done.
Ezra sucked in air through clenched teeth as Buck raised him up, guiding him with strong hands. "I can see how ...Mister Larabee --" Slowly, then quickly, all the way in ... "Could be reduced...to ...beggin' --" Almost all the way out, then in again. "--For ... uhhhhh --" Ezra's head fell back as Buck went deep. He felt Buck graze his prostate, causing the sweetest sensation like a shock of ecstasy in his whole lower body. He reached for his own hardness and began to stroke it in time with Buck. Buck's hands were busy holding him, controlling the angle and force that his pelvis rose and fell onto his rigid, unyielding cock.
The deep penetration from the position, and the genuine passion they felt had both men ready to climax with amazing swiftness. Buck dropped one hand to fondle Ezra's balls to push him over the edge while Ezra worked himself.
Ezra choked back a cry as his whole body arched with his climax. In turn, Buck's own orgasm made him thrust deeply one more time and brace himself as he burst into Ezra's hot interior.
"Oh, Lord," Buck panted. "Oh, Ezra... darlin'...love..."
Ezra relaxed, hunching over and holding Buck against him as the wave of intense sensation ebbed. They stayed like that for several minutes, Buck impaling Ezra, with Ezra straddling his hips. Slowly, the realization seeped in that they were hot and sweaty, and the temperature inside the small cabana was rising in the afternoon sunlight. Their bare torsos stuck together, and slowly they peeled themselves apart.
Buck's hands still held Ezra's hips, both to steady him and like he never wanted to let go. Buck shot Ezra a playful grin. "Now do you feel like a dip in the pool?"
Ezra nodded, words escaping him.
"Too bad we can't skinny dip," Buck said. He licked a bead of sweat off Ezra's neck as Ezra tried to stand on shaky legs. As Ezra got his balance and feet under him, Buck moved down to lick the syrupy splashes of semen from the shiny skin of his chest. Buck's tongue was wet and a little rough, and sent a shiver of pleasure across Ezra's skin. As Ezra stood, Buck slid down on his knees, continuing to lick his way down, until he took Ezra's now-spent penis in his mouth. The sensation was almost too much and Ezra gasped and pulled away.
"Have you no limits?" Ezra demanded as he tugged up his trunks.
Buck looked at him with innocent surprise at the question. "Well, yes." Then he cracked a grin. "We just ain't hit 'em yet." In spite of that Buck tugged on his swim trunks, tucking himself inside with a wince at his own sensitivity.
Ezra opened the door and glanced around to make sure they were still alone. He halfway figured to discover the entire population of "fogies and geezers" around the pool, staring in knowing condemnation.
Buck slapped Ezra on the ass. "Last one in washes the other one's back tonight!" and bolted out to dive into the pool with a great splash.
Ezra sighed. How did he get himself into this again?
Then Buck surfaced, his dark head sleek with water, his eyes on Ezra appreciatively. He drifted to the edge of the pool and gazed up at Ezra as he paused at the edge. "Damn, Ezra. Have I ever told you how much I love you?"
Ezra swallowed. "No...no, you haven't."
Buck reached up to take his hand. "Well, get in here and I'll tell you..." He waggled his brows suggestively. "Better'n that, I'll show you."
Now Ezra remembered why he had gotten himself into this relationship with Buck Wilmington: he was irresistible.
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Chris arched his hips and tried to pull Vin into him, fighting to make him speed up. Instead Vin continued to tantalize him on the edge of orgasm. It was delicious torment, and he saw from Vin's devilish expression that he knew. Through his own pleasure, his lover could tell what it was doing to him. Vin's hand continually worked him, first fast, then slow, then slipping down to tug at his balls, just in case Chris was too close to coming.
In their time together, Vin had learned all the secrets, all his vulnerable spots, the little things that drove him wild. He was using them all. Between gasps, Chris managed, "You know too fuckin' much about me, Tanner."
"Gonna have to kill me?"
"When I get loose ..." As Vin raked his prostate again, Chris heard from his own throat what could only be called a whimper. "Yeah, " he managed, "Gonna fuck you to death..."
"Not if I get you first --and right now, you ain't in no shape to be makin' threats --" For good measure, Vin gripped the base of his cock so tight it hurt -- and Chris loved it.
Vin was up on his knees now, with Chris's hips tilted up so he could go deep. His long hair was sweaty, his head thrown back as he pounded away. A groan escaped him and Chris could feel him struggling to keep up the slow and steady thrusting as he fought his own body's needs. As Vin's body tensed over him, Chris arched and drove his hips up to meet him and pulled him deeper and deeper into him. Vin's plunging quickened, and once again he felt his own rushing orgasm raising him up, suspending him. It was as if Vin could feel it, because suddenly his hand tightened on him, just right -- and the explosion was gone again. He was hard, he was aching, but he couldn't come, thanks to goddam Tanner!
Then Vin was doing it again, stroking him, caressing him, bringing him closer and closer, and Chris knew that the only way he'd ever get to an orgasm like this was if he made Vin come first.
Vin did not stop his tireless thrusting, but kept on, holding him right there, and just...on and on ... Chris saw a frown appear, creasing his forehead, and drawing his head back. Vin closed his eyes -- he was fighting his own climax. Chris concentrated on the rhythm with him, denying his own excitement with concentration, wanting to feel Vin come in him, wanting to drain him dry, to feel him convulsing with ecstasy as he pumped him full.
"Come on, do it," Chris coaxed, "I want to feel you ..."
A shadowy smile appeared. The muscles of Vin's arms stood out in harsh relief, and his breathing deepened as he neared his moment. Chris watched his handsome face, glistening with a sheen of sweat, watched the coming explosion in him with a primal rush of satisfaction.
Then, suddenly, on a backstroke, Vin pulled out. He toppled sideways on the bed, panting heavily his moist cock pulsing like it was begging to explode. Chris cursed as Vin chuckled between deep breaths.
"Almost had me there, Cowboy," Vin grinned through a curtain of damp hair tumbled across his sweaty face. "There you are, trussed up like a bull for brandin', and you still took it back --" He laughed, pulling himself up on his knees again. "Uh-uh, ain't gonna work that way this time."
Something about the way he said it made Chris grin. "Y'noticed, huh?"
Vin sat for a moment, his hands resting on his thighs, his still-hard penis sticking straight out from his sweaty groin. His torso glistened with sweat that Chris longed to lick off, if he'd only set him free.
Chris said, "This ain't workin', is it? Might as well cut me loose ..." A little nugget of fear lay deep inside him. So close, Vin had been so close to consuming him, to making him beg for more that he had ever wanted before ...
"Nope," Vin said. "This is too sweet." He crawled forward on his hands and knees until he was astraddle of Chris's body, like a wolf in a dominance fight. Chris half expected him to lock his jaws on his throat to prove it. Instead, however, Vin kissed him. His damp hair made a tickling curtain on either side of their faces. Chris met his lips, savoring the familiar tastes that were Tanner, wishing desperately that he could wrap himself around him and hold him tight while he fucked him senseless.
Vin sat back then climbed off him like he was dismounting an ornery pony. "Now, I'm gonna take you," Vin drawled, matter-of-fact. "'Cause you're mine. I want you inside me and I'm gonna make you come. 'Cause I can." Tanner reached for the lubricant again, and squeezed a generous amount onto his palm and smeared it onto Chris's granite-hard meat.
Chris gasped at the sensation, thrusting himself into Vin's hand. For good measure, Vin cradled and toyed with his balls while smoothing on the gel.
A guttural groan escaped Chris and Vin knew he was ready again. Remounting, Vin threw one leg over Chris, settling on him, guiding the scarlet, swollen tip of Chris's cock against, then into his ass. Vin sighed with pleasure as he forced Chris's shaft into himself. He took him in one long, slow movement, lowering himself to settle onto Chris's hips.
Chris arched into him, throwing his head back, eyes tightly shut as the sensation overcame him of being surrounded by the hot, tight walls of flesh. Vin pulled himself upward with excruciating slowness, then sank back quickly, rotating his hips before rising up slowly again, all the while clenched as tightly as he could. Chris tried to buck against him, but Vin reached down to grip his hips and held him immobile. Over and over, Vin repeated the moves.
Over and fuckin' over. Again and again.
"Oh Jeezus, Vin, please, god, please --" Chris begged, writhing as the torment continued, unrelenting. It began as an aching burn deep in his gut and seared its way outward. His balls seemed to cramp up then let go, and every nerve in his body took off on the fiery wave that exploded through him.
Chris heard his own cries as the rushing orgasm overtook him and he was falling and floating while his flesh was imprisoned beneath a solid wall of steamy skin and hard muscle that rocked him slowly. Though Vin held him tightly in a hot embrace and his body was locked down by the straps, his soul soared free. It blossomed and flowed through him in a glowing wave. He heard his own voice, sobbing Vin's name.
His wracking cries lessened to soft moans, and a languorous warmth melted through his limbs. He could feel gentle hands on his face, stroking his hair and neck, while lips scattered soft little kisses across his cheeks and eyes. Vin...
Through the misty dizziness, he saw Vin over him, smiling in satisfaction, contentment.
Vin hushed him with murmured words, little endearments as he slowed his movements to allow Chris to recover. Chris sought his mouth with his, answering his gentle kisses with his own as his wildness ebbed.
"My turn." Vin's breath was hot on his cheek, as his lips grazed Chris's again. He pulled himself up and positioned himself between Chris's thighs, pulling his hips up at an angle for penetration. "Gonna finish what I started."
Chris's body felt loose and uncontrolled, and he knew at that moment Vin could had done anything to him and he would not have cared -- or been able to stop him. He watched, wanting to please him, wanting to feel him take as much pleasure as he had gotten.
"Anything," Chris murmured.
Vin smiled crookedly, his eyes full of emotion. "Anything. I'll hold you to that." Vin kissed him again, like he was paying him back for something.
At the same time, Vin's cock slipped into his relaxed entrance once again. Unexpectedly, Vin reach up to release the Velcro shackles and his arms were free again. Their eyes locked and Vin watched his reaction as he unshackled him. His suspicion made Vin smile, and the smile seemed to bewilder Chris.
"Are you certain you want to do that?" Chris asked playfully, though it was still difficult to form the thoughts into words. "Payback's a bitch ..." he warned.
"I'll take the chance that you'll save it for later," he replied, interlacing their fingers, still holding his arms down. He planted several kisses on the incredibly sensitive skin inside Chris's arm.
"Besides, if you try anything, I'll have to--"
"Do what?" he whispered, licking the curve of his ear.
"This ..." Vin replied and thrust once again into him suddenly and deeply, and it brought a gasp from Chris that Vin smothered with his lips as his cock raked across his prostate again. It sent a nearly unbearable throb of sensation through both of them.
Chris wrapped his aching arms around Vin's shoulders and nuzzled his neck, nibbling at the soft skin under his ear. A shudder of pleasure rippled through Vin. Chris felt it between his legs where Vin was buried inside him, still hard and hot. Involuntarily, he arched against him as another wave of tantalizing pleasure reverberated through him as Vin touched his gland again.
Chris felt passion flare inside him once more as Vin's slow strokes renewed the building need in him. He rose to meet him insistently, wanting to feel Vin's orgasm. With a lazy smile, Vin kept on with maddening slowness, drawing himself in and out, in and out.
At the same time Vin ran his hands over the firm skin of Chris's sides. He slid them under his buttocks to knead the hard flesh in rhythm with his thrusts, raising Chris's hips as far as his restrained legs would allow, and thrusting still more deeply.
"Mine..." Vin murmured, his eyes closing tightly as he savored the feelings. "So good...."
Then, Vin tensed, shuddering, and threw his head back as the orgasm overtook him and his cock burst into a hot jet inside. "C-Chris-s-ssss..."
A wave of heat overtook Chris, as if he could feel the force of Vin's physical energy surging into him. With a long sigh, Vin collapsed over his body. Chris let his hands trail gently over the smooth skin on his lover's solid back, then wrapped his arms around him, holding his exhausted body in a tight embrace. He kissed him lightly and stroked the back of his neck lovingly through the damp strands long hair plastered to the sweaty shoulders and back.
Vin nuzzled his neck and murmured, "Let's take a break before we torture each other some more. Huh, pard?", and kissed him wetly under his ear, nipping playfully at the lobe with his teeth.
Chris reveled in the weight of his body on his, and the rich scent of him. He wanted Vin to lie on him a while longer, as if his body was something secure and stable, something he could cling to. He licked the curve of his ear and kissed it. "Whatever you want. I'm yours."
Vin sighed in his arms, "I know," he said softly.
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The front door of the condo opened on silent hinges. Buck stuck his head inside, listened, then moved stealthily inside followed by Ezra. Flip-flops and sandals were quiet on the tile of the entry hall. The afternoon sunlight was fading, and no lights had been turned on. No sounds issued from any part of the elegant condo.
"They're probably still --" Buck started to say with a leer only to hear Chris's voice:
"We're still what?"
Buck and Ezra jumped like guilty kids and turned in the doorway to the spacious living room to see Chris and Vin sprawled comfortably on the Italian leather couch facing the patio doors. Beyond, the ocean was visible, turning silvery, while the clouds clinging to the horizon were a rosy peach color of reflected sunset, puffy and light against the fading blue of the Atlantic sky.
"Uh..." Buck shrugged. "Still....uh ...you know."
Ezra stepped in. "Resting? Yes, resting ...from...your afternoon of... " Ezra cleared his throat. "We missed you at the pool..."
"Yeah, we...uh...were waitin' for y'," Buck said quickly. He and Ezra exchanged embarrassed smiles, like they had walked in on something a lot more than Chris and Vin sitting, mostly dressed, just looking out at the fading afternoon light.
"You're a lyin' dog, Buck," Chris said quietly and took another sip from a long-necked Corona with a slice of lime floating in it. He could not hide the sly smile that came with the words.
Vin flashed them a grin from where he sat with his legs crossed Indian-fashion, wedged against the plump leather cushions in the corner of the couch. He wore only a pair of faded jeans, zipped but unbuttoned. He was a good three feet from Chris, but somehow, they seemed to still be touching. He drawled, "From the way you two were floatin' around down there in the pool giving each other mouth-to-mouth, playin' 'Free Willy' all over again, Jaws could'a bit you in the ass and you wouldn't've noticed."
Ezra flushed bright red and glared at Buck, who shrugged helplessly. "Well. Um... we're gonna shower and get some dinner." Buck said. "Y'all hungry?"
Chris's eyes were on Vin, who shook his head. His long hair was freshly dry and loose around his face and he pushed it back from his face. "Figured we might get somethin' on our own," he said.
Chris nodded in agreement. His eyes had never left Vin.
Buck and Ezra exchanged curious looks, but neither asked anything more. "Okay, pard," Buck said. "Later..." They headed in silence for the suite at the other end of the condo.
Inside the bedroom, Buck shook his head. "Is it my imagination ...?"
"No," Ezra said. A smile tugged at his lips at the thought that unassuming, quiet Vin Tanner had tamed the wild man, Chris Larabee. "No, it's not. Something's different."
Buck slid his arms around Ezra from the back and pulled him against his taller, lankier body. "Anythin' changed with us?"
Ezra's smile was hesitant. "Perhaps..." he said, leaning his head back against Buck's shoulder.
Buck's lips tickled his ear. "Just 'perhaps'?"
Ezra tilted his head to watch Buck's expression. "It takes some getting used to, Buck."
Buck's eyes were twinkling as he said, "What? Makin' love in the open air?"
"Exhibitionism might not be the wisest addition to our repertoire of passionate pursuits, you know."
"Agreed. But it was safe enough, I figured."
"It would seem we had an audience... "
Buck kissed his shoulder, and nibbled his way up Ezra's neck. "Vin and Chris? I hope it gave them a thrill --"
Ezra sighed in exasperation and his words tumbled out. "If they were watching, others --who knows who? --might have...The ramifications could...could be ..." He was starting to stammer, which he only did when he was upset.
"Ezra," Buck gave a squeeze to his torso to get his attention. "Ezra, the whole building is occupied by gays," Buck murmured as he nuzzled the short chestnut hair at the nape of his neck. "It's okay. The ladies told me."
"But the Judge's brother-in-law lives here." He paused as it sank in. "It appears the Judge is either extremely naive or highly informed."
Buck grinned. "Don't matter, either way, does it?"
Ezra gently extricated himself from Buck's embrace. "I hope not."
"Trust, Ezra," Buck said. "You gotta learn to trust. He's been covering our asses for a long time."
"Trust." A cynical chuckle escaped him as he shrugged into his satin bathrobe, then unfastened and discreetly dropped his still-damp swimming trunks to the carpet. He picked them up and shook them out, heading for the bathroom.
Buck peeled himself out of his trunks and followed Ezra, naked. He draped his trunks over a towel bar to dry and wandered over to the Roman tub. He caught Ezra watching him in the full-length mirrors that surrounded the tub.
"What?" Buck asked the reflection in the mirror. He bent to set up the tub for filling
"You've asked a lot of me today," Ezra said quietly.
"No," Buck said. He straightened up and crossed the carpeted bathroom to stand before his lover. He touched Ezra's cheek and lips in a gentle gesture. "I wanted to give you a lot today." He leaned in to kiss him. "I told you I love you. Trust that, too."
Ezra lowered his eyes for a moment and nodded without looking at Buck.
Buck chuckled. "Good." He turned on the master switch and the water, then bent over, heedless of his nakedness, to turn on the spigots. He moved to adjust the faucets filling the immense tub. Buck deliberately wiggled his ass with a roguish grin over his shoulder. "Now, seems to me you were the last one in the pool and you get to wash my back."
Ezra turned and was almost to the bathroom door when Buck said, "Ez? Where you goin'?" The words were careful and wary once more.
"I'm not doing this..." Ezra said and paused to glance back with a smirk. " ... Not without that bottle of champagne I saw chilling in the fridge. Then we shall discuss who will be doing what to whom, Mister Wilmington." He disappeared silently out the door.
Buck let a long breath of relief out and laughed aloud. "Hot damn, that's more like it!"
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In the livingroom, Vin and Chris still sat in comfortable silence watching the changing light on the Atlantic ocean as the sun set. Even the sounds from the kitchen did not distract them as they sipped their beer and enjoyed each others' company.
They saw Ezra disappear back to his and Buck's room a few minutes later with a tray, champagne bottle and glasses, as well as crackers, cheese and other gourmet delights that Buck had picked up from the grocery earlier. Prominent on the tray as he passed was a bottle of olive oil.
No one said anything as he passed by. Chris raised an eyebrow; Ezra only shrugged and smiled. Vin raised his beer in salute.
As the door closed to their bedroom again, Vin said, "Reckon they're in for the night."
Chris smiled. "Olive oil and Champagne. Did Buck explain that one, too?"
Vin waggled his eyebrows in a fair imitation of Buck. "Mentioned it. Purty messy, though." Then he said, "You're kinda quiet. Even for you."
Chris shrugged and drained his beer, toying restlessly with the bottle. "You surprised me."
Vin's crooked grin was a little embarrassed. "Meant to." Then he said, "You surprised yourself, didn'cha?"
Chris's eyes flashed in a moment of irritation. "You threw me, Vin. Don't know what to think now. Of you or me."
Vin set his empty beer bottle down on the floor beside him and unlimbered himself, standing and stretching. "You liked it, I liked it. You trust me, I trust you. Ain't nobody else to worry about." He moved slowly, like he did when he was around a skittish horse. He stood over Chris, and put his hand out. "You're still you, Chris. I'm still me. What's different?"
Chris raised his eyes slowly up Vin's body to meet his gaze. "I lost myself for a while. Never did that, not even ...before. With Sarah. Never." His voice even quieter than usual, husky and full of emotion. "I was full of wanting you. Needing you. I ..." He looked away. "It's scary, Vin. What if --"
Vin reached down and took one hand when Chris made no move on his own. "Fuck the 'what ifs', Cowboy. We got the here and now for as long as it lasts."
"I can't do this all the time."
Chris was sitting square on the couch, and so Vin moved forward to kneel with one leg on either side of his thighs, and lowered himself to sit on Chris's lap. He leaned down and kissed Chris sensuously on the mouth. First it was just lips caressing each other, then it was Chris who opened his mouth and deepened the kiss. A surge of emotion and passion flared between the two men and when they parted it left them both breathless.
Vin locked his hands behind Chris's neck and touched foreheads with him. His hair fell in a curtain on either side of their faces. "I ain't askin' for it all the time. Hell, it's too much work."
He was relieved as it brought a smile to Chris, albeit a hesitant one and sat back. Neither of them was exactly hard, but both of them could feel desire growing again.
Vin continued, "But sometimes you gotta give over to me, Chris. You can't always be the one carryin' everything. You do it at work, at the ranch ...once in a while in the bedroom, give it up to me."
"You liked being the Dom," Chris said. "But all these months -- I didn't know. I should have realized..."
"No. The first time you took me, I was yours. I am yours. It was my turn. Now you're mine." He shrugged. "You take me, I take you. Nothin' to worry about. Partners."
Chris reached for him and kissed him again. His hands ran over Vin's shoulders and bare arms and he thrust upward against Vin' groin with his own; he was firm again and growing harder. "Let me make love to you, Vin. I want to make love to you."
Vin pulled back with a shy smile. "Then make love to me, Cowboy," he said, and kissed him again. He rose and this time Chris took his hand and pulled himself up. Silently, in the fading light of the afternoon, they walked back to the bedroom, hand in hand.
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Sunday afternoon, they were ready to go. A note had been left by their unseen host saying that a maid service would take care of cleaning the bathrooms and bedrooms. They did the laundry anyway, and left the kitchen as clean as they had found it. Ezra left a bottle of good wine in the refrigerator with a note of thanks.
They packed the red convertible with their luggage, including Vin's olive drab duffel bag containing the Velcro sheet and straps. As Buck loaded it into the trunk, he shot a leer at Vin and raised an eyebrow.
"Don't ask, don't tell, Buck," Vin said dryly. "Pool boy."
Buck laughed and closed the trunk lid and vaulted over the back to land beside Ezra in the back seat. Ezra yelped, dodging to keep his travel mug of coffee from slopping over onto his khaki linen trousers.
Vin slid into the front seat and looked over at Chris, who sat waiting behind cool shades and his Navy SEALS cap.
"Remember all your luggage?" Chris asked.
"Hey, don't give me no more shit about my luggage."
Chris grinned. "Just makin' sure you got it all. Next time it's my turn..." In the back seat, Ezra and Buck were bickering so he said in a low voice, "Been thinkin' about that olive oil..."
Vin dropped his head back on the head rest and looked over with a smirk. He slid his sunglasses on and snugged his battered cowboy hat down tight. "What goes around comes around..."
"I'm countin' on it..." Then Chris slammed the Mustang into gear and peeled out into traffic, heading for the airport and home.
THE END
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