Sequel to: Previous Influences
ATF Universe
Disclaimer: Once upon a time in the Old West, CBS joined forces with Mirisch Entertainment, Trilogy and MGM. They brought together Seven unbelievable gorgeous men and made a Television series. And all was well. But the fans saw that certain of these sexy, hunky men did look upon each other with lust and longing in their eyes. And being the sweet, kind, generous fans they were wrote stories where they could have fun and hot cowboy sex and comfort each other after extreme pain and angst had been visited upon them. And it was good…
One day, Mog looked at the Seven hunky men (sweat-soaked and caked with dust<WEG>) and thought wisely, "Would it not be fantastic were they also to reside in present day as well?" So she took the Seven, dropped them into beautiful Denver, Colorado, gave them each jobs to do and made them agents of the ATF…. Team Seven. The devoted fans rose to the challenge, taking them to their hearts and many more wonderful stories came to be. And they all lived happily ever after…
Notes: PWP - Pure Smut. No redeeming qualities whatsoever… other than two gorgeous men nekkid together havin’ some good clean fun. OH! Never mind… forget what I said…
Effusive thanks to my wonderful betas, Annie and Judy. They got their comments back to me very quickly. All remaining errors are mine.
Chris opened the shower door and stepped forward into the steamy warmth. He moved under the pounding spray, letting it wash over his face and down his body. The team leader ran his hands through his hair, wetting it thoroughly, then let his fingers drift down over his chest. A soft groan broke from him. Vin had been gone every night for a week. Loaned out to another team for surveillance on a suspect. Damn! He missed the slender Texan’s firm body.They had only recently become lovers after years of missed signals, and he wanted every second he could grab with the younger man. Wanted to make up for all the lost time. Not to mention that he just couldn’t get enough of Vin in his bed, wrapped around him, inside him. Chris moaned again as one hand drifted lower, sliding across his belly into the wet curls at his groin. He took a slow uneven breath as his thumb and fingers wrapped around an already hardening shaft.
Closing his eyes, he pictured Vin before him, a seductive crooked smile on his face. The blond let his inner gaze wander down the body he was fast growing addicted to. His penis throbbed inside the circle of his hand and he stroked his thumb over the sensitive head. His head tilted back as his mouth opened in a gasp. He let his fingers pluck at his nipples and shuddered as fire leapt from them straight to his cock. Vin’s face swam before his mind’s eye. The firm square jaw, tempting lips and impossibly large blue eyes. Damn! Those eyes! He moaned deep in his throat.
He let his hand begin a slow stroke. The Texan’s eyes had drawn him from the first time they had met. Just a few months back they had turned his life upside down when he woke in the hospital with large parts of his memory missing. His hand tightened on his cock, hips beginning to arch into the movements. He almost believed he could come just looking into those eyes, seeing all of Vin’s many feelings mirrored there. Larabee took a deep, hitching breath.
“Ya got yer hands on MY stuff there cowboy,” said a raspy voice. Chris yelped in shock and looked back over his shoulder, wide-eyed.
“SHIT, Vin!” he gasped. The Texan stood just inside the door of the shower, barefooted, his shirt pulled from his faded jeans and hanging open. Crystal drops of water from the spray caught and hung in the long, brown curls, darkening them slightly while outlining a halo of refracted light around the man’s face. The picture drove the shock from Chris’ mind. “Well, somebody’s not been around to take care of their stuff!” he growled. “And today’s the first of May…” His eyes narrowed as he turned partially towards his lover. “You here to stay… or just passing through?”
“I’m here,” said Tanner, greedily letting his eyes rove over the nude, wet form before him. “Suspect flew outta DIA an hour ago.” Something his lover had said registered with him.
“First of May?” he asked, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Ya wantin’ somebody to wrap ribbons ‘round that May Pole?”
Chris’ chest shook with suppressed laughter. The bobbing motion of certain “things” that caused a little further south made the Texan inhale sharply.
“No,” Larabee finally managed to get out. “The OTHER kind of May celebration… you know… the Merry Month of…” Vin’s eyes widened.
“OHHHH…” he breathed. “Them kind…” A wicked smile lit the man’s face. He folded his arms and leaned lightly against the shower door.
“So,” he continued softly. “Show me, Chris…. Show me how ya celebrate May…” The blond jerked slightly. Vin watched as his penis, which had gone flaccid when he was surprised, flushed and began to fill again.
Larabee’s breathing sped up and he stood looking at his lover for a long minute. Then a seductive grin spread across his face. He turned the rest of the way to completely face Vin. Spreading his legs slightly, he rested his weight on one leg which resulted in tilting his hips in a suggestive and inviting pose. Letting his arm rest on his cocked hip, he slid his hand down to his groin once again, playing with the still dripping curls there. Chris’ grin widened even more as he saw the Texan’s chest heave in reaction. The blond stroked his fingers over his engorged shaft, watching in delight as Vin’s eyes slowly dilated. When he rubbed his thumb over the rosy head, spreading the thick fluid that had gathered there, Tanner’s lips parted on a sigh.
Larabee moved his hand langorously, letting the pleasure build slowly. Fire thrummed in his belly at the sight and thought of Vin watching him pleasure himself. Heat flooded his body as he let his eyes take in the aroused form of the younger man slouching before him.
Vin’s eyelids were drooping now, but he could still see the darkness in younger man’s eyes that indicated how aroused he was. Chris’ eyes drifted lower. Steam drifted between their bodies making the form of his lover float in swirl of haze. Vin’s arms were still crossed but he watched as the man’s chest heaved periodically in soft gasps. With each movement he caught a glimpse of rosy nipple peeking from behind the flannel. A low moan escaped him and his hand involuntarily tightened on his cock.
“What ya thinkin’ about Chris?” asked Vin in a low voice. A slender pointed tongue swept the Texan’s lips, moistening them. “What do y’ picture when ya touch yourself?”
“A long-haired… blue-eyed… Texas… wildcat…” Chris got out between strokes. He was rewarded with a sharp inhale from his lover.
“How… long?” Vin rasped out.
“The… first time?” asked Chris, sliding his other hand over to rub the heel of it across hardening, aching nipples. He smiled greedily as he watched Vin moan softly, lush lips falling open as the air rushed in and out over them. The younger man shifted his hips uncomfortably, the jeans growing even tighter over his crotch.
“T-the…” Vin gulped. “first time… Tell me.”
Larabee tilted his head back slightly, letting his eyes close to green slits. He watched eagerly for the young man’s reaction to his words. Chris pitched his voice low and soft, just loud enough to carry over the splattering sound of water hitting the tiles.
“The first time was just a few weeks after you joined the team. I came downstairs to the gym after working late and you were there. Doing some of your Tai-Chi katas.”
“I… remember…” said Vin, his face showing he was re-living the memory of surfacing from a meditative kata to find his boss leaning in the doorway, watching him thoughtfully.
“I watched you for a long time before you saw me. You had on black gym shorts and a tight grey tank top. I could see every muscle as you went through the moves. Your toes digging into the mats, keeping you balanced. The muscles in your thighs would bulge as you turned. The way your biceps flexed. Your arm movements were so graceful and smooth.
But I couldn’t keep my eyes off your chest. I could see your nipples through the shirt, how they rubbed against it and pulled, hard little knots. I wanted to touch you so bad I hurt. I stood there for an eternity… not breathing. Not wanting you to notice me. Not wanting it to ever stop. And at the same time aching to rush across the room, shove you to the floor and bury myself in you. Press my face into your neck, taste your sweat on my tongue, grab handfuls of your hair and twist it in my fingers, while I claimed you with my body, lost myself in you…” Chris stopped, breathing heavily. His hand sped up on his cock as he recalled the scene so vividly, he could now feel the emotions that had careened wildly through him at the time. Larabee took a slow, shuddering breath and forged on.
“I went home that night and jerked off twice in the shower. It still wasn’t enough… I’ve wanted you ever since then, Vin. Dreamed about you… fantasized about how good it would be.” Chris moaned, his hips twitching once, hand tightening about his own flesh. “And the dreams… they weren’t anywhere near as good as it really was… the first time… the first time we made love…”
Vin was gasping, panting for air. His hand groped at the smooth wall, seeking something to hold onto, to keep his hand away from his cock, to keep him from sinking to the floor in a puddle.
“God, cowboy!” he said, between gulps. “Ya talk good…”
Chris wanted to see more, wanted to let his eyes rake over Vin’s body, watch the lust rise in him as he stroked himself to completion.
“Lose… the… shirt…”
A small smile curved Tanner’s lips. He stood up away from the door. Holding Chris’ gaze with his own, slowly he lowered one shoulder, allowing the shirt to slide off. Tanner hooked his other shoulder, letting the fabric fall to pool at his elbows. Slowly, he straightened his arms and the flannel dropped to the wet tile, quickly darkening further in the spray of water. Vin’s eyes were wide. They lowered to fix on his lover’s hand slowly stroking his cock… on the thumb that circled the flushed head, spreading thick moisture beneath it. His hand lifted to palm the hard bulge at his own groin.
“NO!” growled Chris. “MINE!”
Vin heaved a gasp and shuddered from head to toe.
“Yesss,” he hissed back and dropped his hand, leaning back against the wall and door to support shaking legs. His eyes were mesmerized by what Larabee’s hands were doing to himself. His lips hung open and he panted heavily, struggling to hold back his own rising lust.
Larabee let his hand drift lower, reaching to cup his balls and roll them between trembling fingers. Vin moaned and his pelvis arched slightly, but he managed to keep his hands down at his sides. The blond watched in fascination as Vin’s nipples puckered and rose before his eyes. He looked up to the blue eyes which were following the movements of his hands avidly. Did just the sight of him do that to Vin? Could he truly affect his lover so without even touching him?
Chris saw small beads of sweat pop out on the Texan’s forehead. He idly wondered if it was the heat from the water or the view that caused them. When Tanner reached up to release the button at the waistband of his jeans, he knew. The heat was rising in here. He could feel it rolling around him, clasping him like a lover. Rising inside him, a soft tingle in his toes, running up his legs, pooling in his cock and balls.
“Nnnnhhh,” he groaned, his head tilting back, hips thrusting forward into the tight circle of his fingers.
“Not yet,” rasped the Texan. “Not yet, cowboy… make it last… make it last as long as ya can…”
Chris whimpered but complied, taking slower deep breaths, pushing back the impending climax, letting it simmer deep in his belly. He slowed the strokes of his hand, focusing his gaze on the beautifully proportioned body before him. Dropping his eyes, he took in the long, slender feet, toes clutching the tile tightly as Vin fought to maintain his own control. Drifting slowly up the man’s legs, he smiled at the tight bulge in his crotch. He could easily picture the flesh underneath. The hard, deep rose penis, head weeping a creamy drop of thick fluid, aching for a touch, a kiss. His mouth watered. He could almost taste Vin on his tongue.
Chris groaned, wavering a little as he fought the urge to drop to his knees and rip that zipper down, freeing the prize beneath. Almost as if in response to his thoughts, the fabric strained even tauter, teeth of the zipper clinging tightly to each other against the pressure, ready to burst open and spill out the hot, turgid shaft into his greedy mouth. Larabee saw a tremor shake the hips, making them shift once again, seeking to ease the throbbing ache he knew was there.
Chris raised his eyes to Vin’s. Saw the dilated pupils, the heaving chest, the lax mouth. A low moan came from Vin. His eyes were glazing over. His hands twitched against the walls and door.
“Touch,” urged Chris. He didn’t have to tell him what he wanted to see. What he wanted him to touch. Vin lifted one hand to brush lightly over his chest, circling slowly around the deep red of his nipples. They rose hard from his chest, moving with each gasp of air he took in. Larabee moaned as the young man raised his other hand to suck lightly on a fingertip, then lowered it to rub across the puckered nub of his own nipple.
Chris’ fingers tightened about his cock and he pulled harder, hips thrusting lightly with each move of his hand. He was breathing heavily now, struggling both to reach the end of this delightful torture and to hold back so his lover could enjoy the sights and sounds. His hand moved back over his hip around to his taut ass. He slipped a finger into the crevice, reaching for that little bit more sensation to send him flying, when a deep possessive growl from Vin’s chest halted him. Chris looked up, his eyes locking with blue ones. There he found all the sensation he could ever desire. Warmth, admiration, love, respect, heated passion. Fire blossomed in his chest, engulfing his heart, moving up to encircle his neck and zip around in his head. Then it plummeted like a stone in a pond, straight down his spine, creating wild sparks of heat in his balls, gathering there like a firestorm, ready to explode from his cock.
“Vin…” he moaned, unable to move, unable to let it go until his lover released him.
Vin reached out. With a single finger he circled the raised nub of Chris’ nipple. He flicked across the tip.
“Yesssss,” said Vin.
The blond’s back arched and he screamed, his hips jerking. Just that single touch had been all it took to send him over the edge. Hot thick spurts shot out over his hand and splattered on Vin’s belly.
His legs were trembling, threatening to give way beneath him. Then warm arms were around him, holding him up, supporting him. Chris felt slow, languid heat suffuse his body. The loving warmth he felt everytime he and Vin were together. His heart still pounded wildly, but he was safe, held securely in the arms of his lover, soft, sweet pulses of love and affection working their way through him from the other man’s body. His body weak and shaking in the aftermath of a powerful climax, he panted, leaning fully into Vin’s strength, trusting him to hold him together till he came back to himself.
“Was it good for ya, cowboy?” a rough, breathy voice that promised long nights of hot sex murmured at his ear. He let his head fall forward onto Vin’s shoulder and looped his arms around the slim waist.
“Should I be worried that you’re so good at that kind of voice?” Chris asked.
“Only if ya don’t like it,” replied Vin, hot mouth nibbling a trail down his neck below Chris’ ear.
“I love it,” growled Chris. “Long as no one else hears it.”
“No one but you,” murmured Vin, sucking hard at the sensitive spot where Larabee’s neck and shoulder joined. He nibbled again, relishing the taste of soap, water and Chris.
“Mine!” affirmed Larabee, tightening his arms around the younger man, pulling him hard against his body.
“Mmmmrrr,” agreed Vin, still with a delicious mouthful of flesh. He continued worrying at the spot single-mindedly, bringing the blood to the surface, leaving his mark. “Nnnn,” groaned Vin, slumping in the man’s arms.
“What?” asked Larabee.
“There’s still thirty days left in May,” responded the younger man.
“Yep… and guess whose turn’s next, Texas,” said Chris, reaching to inch down the zipper on the sharpshooter’s jeans. That got the other man’s attention. The vibration of the teeth separating sent shocks of sensation through the younger man’s swollen organ. It was already too tight inside the fabric and the release of pressure was almost an agony in itself. The sodden denim parted swiftly as Vin’s cock pushed its way into the warm, humid air. The Texan took a deep shuddering breath. Larabee’s fingers hooked in the waistband of the jeans and pushed down.
Fini…
For now…
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