Part of the Just When You Thought... collection.
Author’s Note: We weren't quite as punchy this time since it was only 1:00 a.m., but leaving two tired women alone with thoughts of gorgeous men can be a dangerous combination. It is definitely a PWP piece, based on an overheard conversation between Chris and Erza.
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Five members of Team Seven exited the elevator and headed toward the office. "You reckon it was safe leavin' Chris and Ezra workin' through lunch together?" Vin asked. "You know how Ez can rile Chris."
"Hell, Ez can get under anyone's skin, but I think Chris can control his temper for an hour," Buck replied. "Well, I hope he can."
The first thing they noticed when they entered the bullpen was that Ezra was not at his desk and Chris's door was closed. The men exchanged concerned glances. This didn't bode well for the undercover agent. They edged closer to the door and listened for the sounds of conflict they were sure they would hear.
"Ezra, don't leave me like this," Chris groaned in obvious discomfort.
The smooth, almost seductive southern drawl caught Buck's attention and he turned to the others. "Well, what do you know . . . ?"
"Mr. Larabee," Ezra purred. "Am I to assume that you need me?"
"Ezra," Chris almost whimpered. "Don't make me beg."
The men in the bullpen looked at each other and grinned. Buck leaned against the door with his ear pressed to the wood so he could hear better. He motioned for the others to do the same but they refused. "Don't think I want to get caught with my ear to the door, but I am sure you'll fill us in on what we miss," Vin said through a grin.
Ezra's voice could be heard again. "Mr. Larabee, not for the world would I make you beg...but I must admit, the thought of such an occurrence is rather...tempting."
"Please, Ezra."
"Very well . . .if it is what you really wish," Ezra answered softly.
"Yes, just do it . . . I need some relief here."
"Then relief you shall have."
Buck's eyebrows did their little bobbing dance and he winked at the other men. "Yeah, I bet he needs relief."
"Hush!" Josiah ordered quietly. "It's no one's business but theirs."
"Yeah, well then they shoulda took it home and not here in the office," Buck tossed back at the profiler.
"Would you quit stalling and get over here; I am aching worse and you are the only one I can turn to."
"Mr. Larabee. . . Chris, trust me, I have done this before."
"Well, I have never asked someone to do this before . . . ohhh….hsssssss….damn, don't squeeze."
"I must, in order to achieve the desired result."
Outside the door Vin's jaw dropped and he moved closer to the door. "Whoa…. Chris must be in a bad way." His eyes sparkled with suppressed laughter.
"Not half as bad off as you'll be if Chris finds out you're listening," Nathan whispers.
"It does seem unusually hard, Mr. Larabee," Ezra murmured from inside the office.
"Hell yeah it does. It's just been getting harder the whole time I been…… ohhh… right there….the whole time I been…. yessss…. there…. I been trying to get you to do this." Chris panted breathlessly as he tried to speak.
"Relax, Mr. Larabee..." Ezra's mellow voice filtered through the door. "Relief is forthcoming."
"Damn, Ezra, I've never had it get this bad before."
"You should have come to me sooner."
"If I had know you would do me this much good, I would have. Ohhh….as much as it hurts, it still feels good what you're doing."
"I am glad that my actions please you."
"Whooweee!!!!" Buck's grin nearly split his face it was so huge. "Who woulda thought those two would …"
"Buck, Chris might be your oldest friend but there are limits to what even he will forgive," Josiah warned.
"Chris? He'll be pissed for a bit, but he'll get over it if he catches me," Buck said with a shrug of his shoulders and went back to listening.
"Oh, he'll catch you all right," Nathan grinned.
"Shhhh….Not if I'm careful and you all keep quiet."
"Who says we're gonna do that?" JD murmured cockily.
"I say," Buck warned. "You live with me remember? I can make yer life miserable if you get me caught."
"Party pooper. I thought it would be fun to see Chris's reaction."
Buck's attention was drawn back to the door. When he heard Chris moan. "Oh yeah, it's gettin' there."
"Let me move my hands just a tad to get more leverage..." Ezra added. "There...better?"
"Oh yeah… much better….. .uuummmm…. much better."
"Perhaps one day you will return the favor?"
"Yeah…" Chris said lazily. "Anytime you want, Ez. Just tell me you need me to."
"I most certainly will," Ezra replied. "That is one thing I am not reluctant about. There, I told you, I was experienced. I do believe you have had the release you wished."
"Yeah, feels like my whole body has just turned to Jell-O."
"Then I was successful."
"Very successful, but now I don't want to move."
Buck grinned and winked at the others. "Houston, we have lift off."
"Mr. Larabee...do you think you could try to stand up now? The others will be back momentarily and we need to have you back to normal."
"Might need your help but I'll try."
Buck could hear the sound of the chair being pushed back and it creaked slightly as Chris pushed himself up out of it. Footsteps moved around inside the room, and Buck got ready to bolt from the door if he needed to avoid getting caught.
"How is that, Mr. Larabee? Still feeling shaky?"
"Ezra.. you are a miracle worker, and you have the best hands this side of the Mississippi. I swear that was the worst charlie-horse I have ever had."
Buck looked at his colleagues from where he leaned against the door, and mouthed, "Charlie-horse?" just as Chris opened the door, sending the big man sprawling into the office. Buck looked up red-faced. "Uh, hi Chris . . . I can explain….."
THE END