JD slumped against the back wall of the elevator, and a wicked memory flitted through his mind. Several feet away, Buck stood near the doors; he'd just pressed the topmost button on the panel. JD let his duffel bag slip to the floor. He was tired, even though their plane flight had only take a couple of hours. He'd had a long week prepping for this trip and it had worn him pretty thin; at the moment, he wanted nothing more than to get up to their room and crash."I can't believe they lost our reservations," he mumbled. It was the stupidest thing. Sure there were a half-dozen huge conventions in town — it was Las Vegas, after all — but all the more reason to hire competent people who don't fucking lose a person's hotel reservation! "It was totally their fault and all we got were a bunch of lame excuses. They wouldn't even compensate us! That's just so wrong. How do they get away with shit like that?"
JD was cussing far more than usual, and he knew that meant he was even more tired than he realized.
"A little less conversation, a little more action, please," Buck sang in his best impersonation of Elvis Presley, adding a bit of a hip swivel in the process. "Don't worry 'bout it, kid," he then said with an easy grin. "They found us a room, so no harm done."
"At nearly four times the other rate! How are you ever gonna get Chris to approve that?"
"Charm, kid. Charm," he replied, smiling even wider.
JD rolled his eyes. "Meaning you're gonna get him drunk before you slide the expenditure report under his nose for his signature?"
"Somethin' like that."
JD grinned himself now. He was glad Chris had decided — "against my better judgment" — to send him along with Buck. By rights, it should have been Josiah or Nathan here instead, but the Friesen case had finally gone to trial and, of all the team members, neither Buck nor JD had been involved in such a capacity that might require them to testify.
The elevator sounded their floor a moment before the doors slid softly open. The two men stepped out into the plushly carpeted hall, looking for the placard designating the direction to the suite.
"This way," JD said as he headed off to the left. At the end of the long hall, he stopped and waited for Buck to wave the key card in front of the electronic lock. A small green light flickered on and the catch audibly released. Buck pushed on the handle and strolled inside.
JD followed. In the darkness, he groped along the wall and, finally finding the switch, clicked on a set of track lights that bathed the room in a soft glow.
"Damn," Buck breathed.
JD agreed. The room was gorgeous. And fucking huge. There was a fireplace smack dab in the middle, with a couch and coffee table facing it. On far side there was nothing but windows, with the lights of the Las Vegas Strip glowing beyond. But, what JD spied through the open hearth, beneath that wall of glass, captured his complete attention.
"There's a bathtub in the living room?"
Buck looked like he was about to laugh as he crossed the room. "That's no bathtub, kid," he said as he flicked a switch on the wall. The contents of the sunken tub suddenly glowed, changing from clear, pale blue to a golden orange, as the water began to churn and then to bubble, like molten lava. "It's a Jacuzzi!"
Buck dropped his bag to the floor and began to strip.
JD just stood there, watching. He hadn't thought to bring swim trunks — it just hadn't occurred to him. And, apparently, it hadn't occurred to Buck either, because the man simply tossed all of his clothes aside and stepped, stark naked, into the water. He settled in, sighing with obvious contentment as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the edge.
This was, by no means, the first time Buck had ever stripped in front of him; as a matter of fact, the man would shed his clothes at the drop of a hat, given even half an excuse. He had no shame, no shame whatsoever, and it was, without a doubt, the most unsettling and, at the same time, the most appealing thing about Buck Wilmington.
"Come on, kid. It doesn't get any better than this!"
"Huh? Oh," he replied, nearly having to shake himself to get his fingers moving. He dropped his duffel, yanked off his shirt, and kicked off his shoes before setting to work on his jeans. A moment later he was standing at the side of the tub, still wearing his boxers. Buck lifted on eyelid to glance at him, then shook his head. He stood up, and JD couldn't help but notice that the tip of his flaccid penis just grazed the surface of the water. He swallowed hard as Buck reached out toward him. JD felt firm hands on his waist, and then, suddenly, his boxers were around his ankles and Buck was clasping his wrist, pulling him toward the water.
In one motion, he quickly stepped out of his underwear and into the water, and then he sat down opposite Buck. The water was soothing, he had to admit; though, he felt a little strange sitting in a Jacuzzi, naked, with another man. But the warm, frothing water played upon his already tired body and mind, and his inhibitions quickly ebbed like a tide. He too leaned his head back against the edge of the tub, wallowing in the soothing massage of the bubbles.
When JD felt Buck's foot come to rest next to his hip, it didn't even occur to him to mind, and he didn't bother to move when he felt the length of Buck's calf gently pressing against his thigh.
"JD?" Buck's voice came quietly after a few minutes.
"Hmm?" he mumbled, about ready to allow himself the pleasure of drifting off into a nap.
"Scoot over."
"What?"
"Move over. To your left. About ... a foot."
"Why?" JD asked, too tired to move, even if Buck had a good reason for him to, which he doubted. But, with a look of mild impatience, Buck merely jerked his head to the side. JD gave in with a small sigh. He slid across the slick bench and then nearly jumped up when a blast of warm, bubbly water goosed him in the ass. The look of surprise on his face must have been pretty funny, because Buck began to laugh.
JD tried to scowl at him, but the jet of water, after the initial shock passed, actually felt good. The water gently massaged his testicles as it flowed up and around, gently undulating his sac with its flow; the bubbles of water which escaped upward, felt like feathery fingertips along his quickly thickening shaft. JD shifted just slightly forward, until the stream was rushing between his cheeks and over the puckered skin of anus. He relaxed slightly, closing his eyes and lulling his head back as he lost himself in the sensations, which allowed the constant inconsistency of the discovered jet to shoot streams of watery bubbles sometimes across and sometimes just fractions of an inch up his hole.
Buck must have become jealous of JD's self-pleasuring, because soon JD felt the other man's foot wiggle in between his legs. Buck's toes reached his testicles and did their best to mimic the massaging of the water jet; it wasn't the same sensation, in JD's mind, but neither was it an inferior one and so he allowed the contact to continue.
Then, suddenly, Buck's foot was gone and JD opened his eyes. Buck had gotten up and turned around, leaning over the edge of the tub in an effort to reach his travel bag without fully leaving the water; to JD, however, he was presenting his nice, firm, well-rounded ass.
The kid was no longer ignorant of what one might do, at least with great pleasure on the recipient's part, to such an ass — he and Buck had rented enough videos since all of this had inadvertently begun. At first it had been out of curiosity, as if they were teenagers still discovering the wonders and joys of their sexuality, but gradually, their curiosity had led to a sense of adventure and willingness to experiment. If Buck ever had any experiences like this before, he neither admitted to them nor acted as if he possessed such knowledge, which actually helped JD not to feel so completely awkward, even though Buck still seemed to catch onto things more quickly — but neither man had ever allowed the other to do what flitted through JD's mind right at that moment, as Buck's ass cheeks, glistening with water droplets, parted as he reached further forward, opening wide to give an unobstructed view of the dark, red bud just begging to be licked.
But he couldn't do it. He just couldn't bring himself to ply his tongue to that part of Buck's anatomy, though he'd witnessed similar acts several times on the videos they'd rented. He thought it more likely that Buck would enjoy the receiving, thus allowing it, but even that couldn't tempt JD. A line had to be drawn somewhere, especially since this was all in the name of fun.
JD did, however, stretch his leg out, and the jet Buck had apparently been sitting over caught his foot and thrust it upward. His toes bobbed up against Buck's balls, low-slung from the heat of the water. JD deduced that Buck must be sporting quite a stiffy since his foot found no hint of the other man's penis hanging in front of his balls.
He lifted his foot up high out of the water, then pressed it between Buck's crack and dragged it down. Buck had room to pull away if this wasn't something he wanted, but it didn't surprise JD when the other man pushed back, pressing his foot even more firmly into the cleft. Buck was rarely one to pass up freely offered pleasure, especially pleasure of a sexual nature.
JD supposed that was why their unique friendship worked as well as it did. At first he'd been scared — terrified, really — that what had happened between them would change everything, would destroy the close, platonic bond they'd so readily formed. Sex came with a lot of baggage, even for the inexperienced like himself. And sex between two men ... well, it hadn't ever been anything JD had even thought about, let alone considered. What had happened that first night had simply ... happened. Neither of them had planned it, neither of them had come to it with ulterior motives, and neither of them had been drunk. It simply happened, and in such a way that had felt so natural, neither of them had thought to call a stop to it before it went too far.
The next morning, over breakfast, things had been awkward. Buck had sat behind the newspaper, neither looking at JD nor speaking even a single word to him. JD had sat with his head buried in his bowl of corn flakes, heaped with too much sugar. His head buzzed with words, but they might as well have been foreign for all he could make sense of them and, despite wanting to say something — anything — in the end, he too had remained silent.
Not fifteen minutes later, JD had headed toward the front door alone. He just didn't feel like waiting to hitch a ride into work with Buck. From the table, he grabbed the video box, to return it on his way, but it was empty, the tape still in the recorder. He crossed to the living room to pull the tape from the machine when the TV suddenly clicked on and the tape began to play. He stared at the screen: the movie picked up somewhere in the middle, with two impossibly handsome men pleasuring each other on a hay-covered floor inside a barn.
JD's dick had swollen hard in an instant, aching painfully in the confines of his trousers. He'd never expected to be aroused by a porno flick, let alone a gay one, but he could not deny his physical reaction to it. Memories of the previous night with Buck had flicked through his mind, and he found himself more caught up in those than in the action taking place on the screen. One scantily dressed cowboy reached forward to stroke the other's cock, but all JD could think about was how Buck had done that to him.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand slide around his waist. Buck pulled him against his chest, and then whispered in his ear. "I don't regret what we did. Hope you don't either."
JD had only been able to shake his head slightly from side to side as the breath caught in his throat. He'd enjoyed it more than anything, ever. Only, he didn't know what it meant, what would happen next, or how things between them would change.
As Buck had slipped his hand down to massage JD's bulge with the smooth back of the remote control, JD relaxed and leaned against his roommate. Buck began to sway them gently from side to side and JD forgot all about the video playing on the television.
"I haven't ever done anything like that before — not with a man — but I'd like to do it again — with you," Buck whispered.
JD had nodded, slowly, as if he were immersed in a tranquil dream despite the hammering of his heart filling both his chest and his ears.
"Don't have to mean anything other than friendship, other than two friends sharing something fun. Nothing between us has to change. Is that what you want? Or is there something you need to tell me about yourself?"
JD shook his head in time with Buck's gentle swaying, but only after realized Buck had asked him two questions, each requiring a different response.
"I—" he began, but his voice sounded strange, like it wasn't his own. "I haven't done anything like that before either. The thought never even entered my head. But...."
"But what, JD? You didn't like it? Or, you liked it too much?"
JD shook his head again, knowing he had to say something more. "I don't want to lose you as my friend, my best friend. I don't want...." He swallowed hard, unbelieving that he was about to speak these words. "I don't want sex with you to change that."
"It won't. I promise. It'll just be like us having the same hobby — going fishing or sailing or something — and enjoying our time together, like any two friends might. It doesn't have to mean anything more than what we both want it to, okay?"
JD had agreed and that had seemed to settle it. JD was never jealous when Buck went out with women, and Buck seemed not to be jealous when he went out with Casey. It even helped, he thought, because for the longest time, he'd wanted Casey so badly he didn't know what he was going to do with himself. But Casey was firm in her decision to wait before having sex — but what she was waiting for, JD had never received a clear answer, though he did know that marriage was definitely on her future list of things to do.
Being with Buck relieved some tensions, and, since there was no romantic business going on between them — instead, just two friends sharing the same hobby, as Buck had put it — it didn't feel like cheating. Though, truth be told, he'd never mentioned it to Casey — or anyone — for the simply fact that he didn't think anyone would understand, no matter how hard he tried to explain it to them.
He wasn't gay and neither was Buck. And they weren't in love, not any more, anyway, than two friends, two brothers might be. They didn't have candlelight dinners and they didn't hold hands at the movies. Hell, they never even kissed, except when they were playing, and even then only rarely, as the mood struck them.
The mood struck Buck now, because he suddenly turned around and fell toward JD, catching himself with outstretched hands on the edge of the Jacuzzi on either side of JD. Then Buck was pressing him back against the wall, smothering his mouth with a hot kiss; JD took it passively for a moment, before pushing his tongue forward in response.
They always played rough, whether it be during at game of football out at Chris's ranch, wrestling on Ezra's living room floor, or tussling to achieve mutual arousal. It was rare that JD didn't end up with at least a few bruises — so rare in fact that no one even questioned them, even if they hadn't been witness to their infliction. If Buck bruised him during sex, neither man even paused, nor did JD even bother to conceal it the next day from his co-workers. His friends would have thought more of some made-up excuse — "I tripped on the stairs" — than of the truth — "Buck tackled me and threw me to the ground, again." The reason he left out, and no one ever asked; JD supposed they thought they already knew — they'd seen Buck and JD roughhousing often enough to consider it commonplace.
Buck's hand slipping between them to grasp his penis brought JD back to the present. He closed his eyes and let his head lull back, away from Buck's moist lips, as fingers wrapped around his thick woody and began to stroke up and down. Buck sure as Hell knew what he was doing! The man never did anything that JD didn't thoroughly enjoy down to his curling toes — even if it was something they'd never tried before, something a little more than JD might have thought he could handle, if Buck had paused to ask him first. But, in the end, the pleasure was always worth it, no matter how far Buck was in the mood to push things.
JD felt Buck lean forward, until his mustache was tickling against his throat, then JD felt a shower of kisses over the sparsely stubbled skin beneath his jaw. More kisses than usual and JD wondered briefly what the significance might be. Though, in truth, he knew there was probably none, none other than Buck's particular mood at the moment.
Suddenly, Buck's lips were gone from his neck and the grip on his penis stilled and tightened. JD opened his eyes just in time to see Buck completely submerge himself beneath the water. The Jacuzzi was barely big enough for him to do so, but he managed. Though JD couldn't see what the other man was doing beneath the bubbling orange waters, he could feel Buck's mouth kissing the tip of his penis. JD felt himself slowly being swallowed, and he shivered as Buck's thick mustache tickled his shaft all the way down to the base.
Fingers clutched at his sac, competing with the water jet to give JD pleasure. Then that same hand slip beneath him, completely blocking the gush of water each time Buck fingers stroked over JD's hole. He felt a finger slip uneasily inside, and then another was forced up. The two digits scissored, allowing the jet of water deeper penetration than before.
The sensation felt strange to JD; he needed more time to figure out if it was something he might end up enjoying. But, too soon, Buck's head reappeared and the man gasped for air as water sheeted from his face and hair. JD nearly laughed when Buck grinned at him with such a look of mischief in his eyes. Buck moved back, stepped up on the seat and pushed himself nearly out of the tub. He sat down on the edge, with his feet still dangling in the water, then reached for something that lay just a few inches away on the tile.
JD paid no attention to what he picked up; instead, he stared openly at Buck's form. The man was tall, lean, not as chiseled as Ezra kept himself, but well muscled just the same. From between his lazily spread legs, JD could see his heavy balls and rising above was his long, thick shaft. The man was big — hung like a horse — as suited his frame: his height, his hands, his feet. If JD had stopped to think about it that first night, he never would have allowed Buck to even try to penetrate him; he'd have thought the feat painfully impossible. Even now it amazed him that he could take all of Buck, down to his base, and still want for more.
JD continued to watch as Buck tore the plastic disk open and removed the contents. He pinched the tip, then placed the condom over his glans and began to unroll it. JD was tempted for a moment to stop him. He felt like taking Buck into his mouth, tasting him, licking him, and he wouldn't do it with the condom in place. The latex and the lubricant — even the flavored ones they'd tried — made him gag. But it was too late now, as Buck was quick to sheath himself.
"Turn around," he said with a smile and JD readily complied. He felt Buck's hands slide from his hips around to his cheeks. "Damn!" Buck cried. "You have one fine ass. Anyone ever tell you that, kid?"
"Just you, Buck."
"Well, trust me. I know a fine piece of ass when I get my hands on it! Shoo-wee!"
JD felt Buck pressing his fingers into his crack, seeking his hole and then entering again. He thrust two digits in immediately and JD had to remember to breathe in order to remain relaxed, though the bubbling of the warm water all around him was definitely helping. Buck thrust in and out of him this time, priming him for entry. They'd done this often enough that JD no longer allowed the anticipation to frighten him. He wanted this, because he knew how good Buck would make it hurt.
He suddenly pushed his hips back, forcing Buck's fingers even deeper. They didn't go nearly deep enough. Still, when Buck wiggled his fingers back and forth inside of him, the tips grazed his prostate and JD was happy. For the moment.
JD felt something cold — in comparison to the hot water and his elevated body temperature — being spread between his cheeks. Buck removed his fingers from up his ass for long enough to coat them in the cool slickness, and then he thrust them inside of JD again. Lubricant — God bless it — it made everything about this so much better.
JD then felt Buck move closer, to stand between his legs. JD scooted them even wider, as he stuck his butt out toward Buck, knowing the angle would make the entry easier for them both. Buck removed his fingers and immediately replaced them with the tip of his penis. He pushed forward and JD bore down, trying to open himself up to the first measure of penetration.
Buck's glans popped inside and the ring of muscle around JD's anus clamped down around the corona, preventing him from slipping out. Buck didn't hesitate tonight, though he knew JD enjoyed the myriad of sensations as his body became accustomed to the invasion. Instead, he pushed forward, deeper and deeper into JD's smaller body. JD arched his back and tilted his hips, trying to make the entry smooth and as painless to himself as possible, but even the pain felt good, when Buck was the one inflicting it.
Buck stopped part way, unable to move forward any further. JD felt hands on his hips again as Buck began to pull back slightly, to begin thrusting. He would push and pull, using both long strokes and short, firm and soft, until he had buried himself completely. JD loved this part — loved the feel of Buck's penis rubbing over his prostate as he pushed deeper.
He felt himself grow harder as Buck began to thrust; JD centered one hand on the edge of the Jacuzzi, then used the other to diddle with his nipples. There wasn't anything he could do to help Buck penetrate him, except stay relaxed and receptive. When a flash of sensation shot out from his core, he pinched his nipple hard, then he felt Buck pull on his hips as the man slid deeper. He gasped at the combined sensations — the pain, the pleasure, the sudden intensity....
"God, Buck, I—" but he consciously stopped himself from finishing the sentence. It was the wrong thing to say, and nearly the worst moment in which to say it. And he knew it.
Soon, too soon and yet not soon enough, Buck had taken a firm hold of his hips and was thrusting deeply in and out. It felt like the man's entire length was being ripped from his body and then rammed back in, though he knew from the few occasions when their positions had been reversed that the actual movement was no more than a few inches at most. But it didn't matter; all that mattered was the feeling, and Buck knew how to make him feel great.
But, moments later, he felt Buck thrust deep and then remain there. Buck's arms wrapped tightly around his waist and then he felt himself being pulled backwards. Buck was pulling him down into the water, and JD knew Buck's destination was the bench seat he'd occupied before, undoubtedly right on top of the jet of water he'd found earlier. As he fucked JD, the water jet would be fucking him.
JD smiled and hoped Buck was enjoying himself.
On the bench, Buck placed his legs so that JD's weren't spread too wide. He was able to touch the floor of the Jacuzzi with his feet and therefore had more control of the thrusting than Buck did in their new position. He wasted no time in moving himself up and down Buck's thick shaft.
He couldn't believe how incredible this felt. Buck always knew the best places, the best ways, the best positions, though he claimed to be as new to butt fucking as JD. The kid wasn't certain he believed him. He didn't think women were any more into taking it up the ass than they seemed to be about giving head. Then again, Buck did date a lot of women, so it wouldn't really surprise JD if even a handful of them liked something a little more extreme than the missionary position.
But it didn't matter to JD. They wore a condom every time and Buck knew what he was doing — those were the two most important things.
As JD continued to move his body along the penetrating shaft, Buck moved his hands down and JD felt one set of fingers wrap again around his penis and the other set move further to cup his balls. JD continued to tweak his own nipples from time to time, as he sent the head of Buck's penis grazing against his prostate.
Both men were moaning and sighing and the sounds mingled with the gurgling bubbles of the Jacuzzi until JD felt as if they could be in the center of some mythic pool, performing for the ancient Gods. The strange thought amused him, but it was quickly torn away as Buck sent a sharp shiver racing down his penis and then up his spine.
Buck was driving him quickly to the edge and JD began to thrust harder, hoping to drag Buck along with him. Great waves formed over the surface of the tub and lapped over the sides onto the tile, like an incoming tide. JD concentrated on moving up and down, adjusting his hips minutely this way and that to maximize his own pleasure as Buck continued to massage his balls and jelk his dick.
Suddenly, he felt it, the sharp tensing at his root; it didn't matter what either of them did now, he would come. The only thing that mattered was how good the actual orgasm would be, and it depended almost entirely on Buck's deftly skilled hands during these last moments. Buck rubbed over the tip of his cock, then stroked downward. JD felt him kneading and squeezing his balls, as if preparing to juice an orange.
His muscles tensed again, and then quickly began to spasm. His hips thrust up, into Buck's hand as if it were an adequate vessel that needed filling. Buck squeezed him again, then rolled his balls as he pressed a finger against his taint. JD rose up, and then relaxed his knees, impaling himself hard on Buck's shaft. He repeated the action as he felt his fluids gather. Then, suddenly, he was shooting his load up out of the water in a milky fountain. His entire body trembled as Buck's hands helped prolong the sensations.
He didn't know if he cried out, though he couldn't believe that he hadn't. His mind felt as if it were filled with the bubbles of the Jacuzzi, and his eyes felt as if they were rolling back in his head.
Then Buck's hands were on his hips, firm and again in control of the thrusting. JD knew Buck must be close, but he had no idea how to help him — if his breathing wasn't automatic, JD was pretty certain he wouldn't know how to do that either. But Buck seemed to know exactly what he needed.
The thrusting was awkward at first, but Buck quickly found his rhythm. The man shifted his hips slightly, which sent the head of his penis directly into JD's prostate. The sudden sensation overloaded his brain and, this time, JD heard himself cry out in pain. How something could feel so good one minute and be torturous the next baffled his mind, but here he had the proof of it.
He shifted his own hips, to prevent the direct contact again, but soon even the rubbing of Buck's shaft along the gland was sending unpleasant spasms across his gut.
"Hurry, Buck." He hated to say it, but he had to.
Buck didn't seem to mind, though. He lifted JD up as he stood, then bent them both over the far edge of the tub. JD felt the jet of water rush up and around his balls and penis; this new position felt better in so many ways that he couldn't find it in himself to mind the sharpness of the water rushing up his thighs and wafting against his now waning and tender equipment.
Buck soon began to grunt with his efforts and JD could feel the change in cadence — the thrusts were shorter, quicker, and less rhythmic. Then, Buck's fingers dug into his hips and JD felt the man ram himself deep, his hipbones slamming against JD's ass. Again and again, until a strangled cry filled the room. Then Buck slumped against him, clearly spent.
They both slipped easily back into the water. Adjacent to the flat benches they'd occupied were contours that allowed them to stretch out on their backs. Buck was a little taller than the designers of the Jacuzzi had perhaps had in mind, but he compensated by resting his feet on the top edge of the tub.
JD allowed his eyes to loll shut, knowing Buck would not allow him to slip unnoticed beneath the surface of the water. He was tired from the week and he was tired from their sex — at least it was a good tired now, far from the bitching and complaining he'd sunken into earlier.
He rested his hands on top of his stomach, but they both began to float as he drifted off toward sleep. His right arm bumped safely against the wall of the tub, but his left meandered out into the middle, where it was caught by Buck's hand. The man interlaced their fingers and then seemed content for a long while to merely hold hands beneath the bubbles.
The words he'd nearly spoken earlier came back to JD's mind and floated about like a soft wisp of mist — I love you — echoed like a distant song caught on a spring breeze. But, still, he dare not repeat them.
This was not love; this was sex. Buck was not his lover; he was his friend. Those words were like a siren's call, beckoning him to stray toward imminent disaster. Their friendship would be dashed upon the sharp rocks of misunderstanding and tangled emotion. And JD refused to be the bearer of it. It was the sex they both wanted anyway, nothing more.
JD felt Buck release his hand and JD could only think that his thoughts had somehow betrayed him. That Buck had heard the inappropriate words though they remained mere thoughts.
But a moment later Buck caught his wrist again, and, with a firm, strong thumb, began to caress his palm and wrist. JD began to relax again, and thoughts of wicked sirens dissipated from his mind. Soon, his penis began to respond, growing slowly firm beneath the warm water.
"JD, I ... I have to tell you something. I...." Buck began quietly and JD's heart skipped a beat, in fear of what Buck was about to utter. "I lo— I, ah, I lost our reservations, not that poor receptionist downstairs. I needed a way to justify this room, with this Jacuzzi, and couldn't think of anything better."
JD smiled and shook his head. For Buck, it really was all about the sex.
The End
August 2002Please do NOT repost this story anywhere, for any reason.Characters from "The Magnificent Seven" were used without permission and this story in no way signifies support of, or affiliation with, The Mirisch Group, MGM, Trilogy Entertainment, or CBS Worldwide, Inc. The M7-ATF universe was created by Mog, and extra thanks go to her for allowing other people to play within it. The story itself and any non-Magnificent Seven characters belong to the author. This story will not be sold for any reason.Much thanks to my beta reader for all her helpful suggestions.