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Note: finished my second story...finally...thanks to celesta for beta reading my story.
Feedback: Of course…J
Feel the Heat of the Night
Everything’s all right
Feel the Power of my Heart
Give me all your Love+ + + + + + +
It was just after sunset as the two dust-covered strangers reached the pond. They dismounted their tired horses and slapped their clothes with their hands, almost choking at the heavy amount of dust. Both made quick work of stripping the saddles from their horses and tying them near the water, so that they easily could reach it to satisfy their thirst.
The stranger dressed in black went back to his saddlebags, taking the bedroll from them and spreading it out, his saddlebags at the head end. Then he turned back to his companion, who still stood by their horses; his eyes focused on the silent pond. "You going to stand there all night!" the black clad man asked a smile in his voice.
"Hell no," he was answered by his younger companion. The man took off his hat, revealing long brown curls. He was dressed in buckskin coat and pants, brown boots and he wore a red bandanna around his throat. "I’ll try to find some wood for a fire." He winked and vanished in the shadows of the tree’s that surrounded the pond.
The black clad stranger stayed behind, staring at the inviting water in front of him. Giving no further thought, he slowly started to strip off his dusty clothing. First he got rid of his hat, duster, gun belt, boots and socks, carelessly throwing them to the ground. His shirt and undershirt were next. He unbuttoned them and laid them to the rest of his clothes. Then he went for his pants, opening the fastenings; he stepped out of the skin-tight pants and underwear, leaving him completely naked.
He stretched his tired and naked body, his sweaty skin glowing in the moonlight. He didn’t notice the return of his companion. The young man let the wood that he carried in his arms fall to the ground. His eyes stared at the tempting backside of his friend. His suddenly dry mouth gaped open and he felt his pants getting tighter between his legs.
Admiring eyes moved up and down the blonde’s backside, from the nape down the strong back, over the slim hips, the tight buttocks and the long lean legs and back up again. Vin nervously wet his dry lips, the incredibly hot sight in front of him making his knees buckle. Damn, Chris had no intention what a walking temptation he was.
But then he started, as the soft whiskey roughened voice of his friend called to him, "If ya finished staring, ya can give me some soap."
His blue eyes came up to meet Chris’ grinning ones. "Sure." He answered, trying to sound steady. He bent down to his saddlebags, searching around he soon found the big chunk and brought it down to the waiting gunslinger.
"Thank you." Chris said smiling, grabbing the soap quickly as he waded into the water.
I have to stop doing that, or I’m going to do something he’ll regret! the young tracker thought himself and stomped back to the camp. Desperately he tried not to turn around and watch his friend further; instead he got his bedroll from his saddlebags and spread it out, close to Chris’.
Too close he noticed, as unwanted pictures sprang into his mind. ~ Soapy hands sliding down silken skin, scrubbing away the dust and leaving wet glistening pale flesh behind ~ Stop damn it! He forced himself don’t think about him…don’t think about he thought again and again like a mantra. But it didn’t help. More unwanted images of silken skin sprang into his mind and finally he just gave up and groaned his surrender.
Slowly he turned his eyes back to the pond and soon got a full view of a Chris Larabee soaping his delicious body. He moaned as felt his pants immediately growing two sizes too small. What would he give to have his hands and lips worshipping this body, to lick, bite and suck the soft pale skin, to feel those long lean legs wrapped around his waist and to bury his flesh in that tight ass.
God I want him so bad. Vin thought. His eyes took in the golden sight in front of him and he felt his heart skip. He knew all these things would never happen. Chris would never want him that way. He had to accept it, but it was hard for him and there were days that it almost broke his heart. Disappointed he turned his away from Chris and went to build up a fire.
Minutes later he heard the gunslinger return to the camp. He noticed that Chris had washed his clothes too and hung them over some rocks to dry. He just brought back his boots, which he threw beside his bedroll. Taking a warm blanket from his saddle, the blonde just snuggled himself into it and sat down, leaning against his saddle.
"Something wrong?" Chris asked the young tracker, noticing his silence. Not that the tracker generally talked much, but this was different. Something doesn’t seemed right to the older man.
"No cowboy," the sharpshooter answered turning his eyes to Chris, "Everythin’s fine!" he lied.
"If ya say so" Chris sighed, knowing the tracker hadn’t said the truth.
"What’s that supposed to mean?" the young man asked, suddenly sitting straight.
"Nothing, Tanner, relax!" Chris replied, confused about the sudden change in his young friend.
"I’ll take the first watch!" Vin suggested hastily, changing the subject.
"’kay. Wake me in 3 hours!" Chris replied and closed his eyes for some sleep.
He never saw the sad look Vin threw at him as he answered "Sure!"+ + + + + + +
In the silent darkness Vin finally had some time to watch his love more deeply. Chris looked so much younger when he slept. The lines of anger, grief and hate disappeared from his face, leaving it softened and peaceful. His hair was tousled, a blonde strand lay upon his forehead and his lips were slightly parted. Chris was beautiful, in every way, mind, soul and appearance, awake or sleeping and he couldn't take his eyes off him.
Since the first day their eyes had met across the dusty street, he’d strong feelings for the man in black, feelings that went far deeper than friendship. This man was a walking wet dream to him; his stormy green eyes that could mirror so much emotions in one second and so much less in the next, the soft lips that he wanted so desperately to kiss, the blonde hair that gleamed like gold in the sun; and that lean but muscled body.
He’d never allowed himself to hope that his feelings were returned. Hell, the man had been married for Christ’s sake. How could he think that a man, who had been married to a beautiful woman and the father of a little boy, could fall in love with him; a scruffy, smartassed tracker with a bounty on his head.
There was nothing he could give this man, except of his love, care and protection. But would that be enough for Chris? He doubted it. While this man was all he wanted, he had to accept that friendship would be all he would get from him.
Suddenly Chris moved in his sleep and one side of the blanket slid to the ground, revealing an eyeful of silken skin and tight flesh to the hungry tracker. Vin’s fingers itched to trace a path over the revealed body, but he held himself back. He couldn’t chance waking the blonde and have a mouthful of his gun.
But then he remembered the earlier events, as Chris had found him staring at the blonde’s naked body and he’d looked into Chris beautiful green eyes. There was no disgust, no anger, just amusement. Maybe he was wrong but it hadn’t looked like the gunslinger was about to shoot him. And suddenly an inner voice told him to give into his temptation, to go over to Chris and touch what he so desperately wanted to touch.
He didn’t give himself the time to think about it, as he stood up and slowly walked over to his friend. Shakily he knelt down beside him, taking off his hat and coat. He hesitated a moment, before he took all his courage and softly traced a finger over the lines of Chris’ sleep-softened face. He slid the finger over the slightly sweaty forehead, the strong cheekbones, down to the sweet lips.
The satin skin felt wonderful against his finger and he found himself wondering if the rest felt that good too. There was only one way to find out. And he would do it, without thinking about the consequences for the first time. He straightened up and moved to straddle Chris slim hips, to get a better stance. Carefully he let the other half of the blanket fall to the side too and finally had good view on the body that was hidden beneath it. Vin held his breath as he took Chris arms and laid them to his sides, giving him the best access to all parts of the blonde’s body he wanted to reach.
Again a moment of hesitation, he was tempted to rethink the whole situation, but again he stopped himself from further thoughts. He reached up and started to trace his finger down the blonde’s delicious throat, over the strong collarbone, till he felt the hard planes of Chris’ chest beneath his fingers.
He laid his hands flat against the gunslingers powerful chest and stroked them over the strong pecs, rubbing the already erect nipples between his fingers. A small whimper escaped the blonde’s mouth and was Vin’s final undoing.
Without any conscious thought at the "could be" consequences, he bent down and nuzzled the gunman’s throat, kissing and licking the tender flesh. As he moved further down, sucking at the strong collarbone, the gunslinger’s whimpers became more soundly and Vin felt him harden against his stomach. He made his way further down, tracing his tongue through the valley between the strong pecs and mouthing the hard nubs, sucking and biting them.
Suddenly he felt a hand stroking his hair and voice whispered his name "Vin". He brought his head up and looked right into the opened green eyes of his best friend.
"Chris" was all he got out, all his courage leaving him.
"What are you doing?" the gunslinger asked in a soft, silken voice
Exactly Tanner! What are you doing here? he asked himself. Here he was, straddling a naked Chris Larabee and going down on him, while the gunslinger is sleeping. Well Tanner, that’s very brave! You haven’t even the courage to do this while he’s awake But now Chris was awake and watched him in this incredibly sexy way, waiting for his response. And suddenly he felt his courage return Take the chance Tanner and show what he’s missing!
"What does it looks like?" he finally answered
"Ya trying to seduce me?" the blonde gunslinger asked further, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Ya want me to?" Vin replied, not giving anything away
"Hell yeah!" Chris answered and pulled the young man down into a breathtaking kiss.
Vin eagerly returned the kiss, moving his lips hungrily against the older man’s. He forced Chris lips open and thrust his tongue as deep as he could in the other man’s throat. They both drowned in that kiss and forgot the world around them.
Breaking the contact to the tempting lips, Vin moved anew down Chris body. He licked the smooth throat and sucked at it, marking Chris as his. Then the sharpshooter went further down. He kissed the strong pecs and sucked the two rosy buds hard. Then he nibbled his way to Chris stomach and played with his belly.
Chris moaned and whimpered under the young man’s ministrations. His skin burned, where Vin had left his hot kisses.
Strong hands grabbed the younger man’s face before he could get further and he was again pulled into a bruising kiss. Chris’ hands moved to the younger man’s shirt, unbuttoning it and pushing it from Vin’s shoulders. He bent to lick and suck the delicious flesh of the younger man’s throat and shoulders, while his hands moved to Vin’s pants and opened them hastily. He slid his fingers in and wrapped them around hardened flesh.
Vin moaned into the kiss as he felt Chris strong fingers around his cock, thumb teasing over the head, smearing the evidence of Vin’s passion. Then he felt the hand moving further down to knead his balls. Vin let the older man play there for some time, enjoying the feel of the rough fingers on his hot flesh. But soon he felt the familiar tingling in his spine, letting him know that he was near and he pushed the blonde’s hands away. Silencing the unhappy whimpers with a quick kiss, he said: "Not that way, cowboy."
"’kay." the blonde agreed and demanded another kiss.
Vin had to smile at this uncharacteristic response, but eagerly swooped in. Taking a last look at the glazed eyes of his lover, Vin moved down again and licked the hard cock, stroking his tongue over the sensitive head and delving into the tiny slit. Then without further warning he took Chris deep down his throat, sucking for all he was worth.
The older man cried out and his back arched off the ground. He whimpered as he was fully engulfed in the wet heaven of the younger man’s mouth. A tongue swirled around his flesh, playing with the sensitive head and distracted him completely from the things that went on around him. Drowning in his feelings, he didn’t notice the sharpshooter pushing his legs apart and up against his chest.
Holding them there with one hand, he searched his saddlebags for something he could use as lubricant. Finding his saddle oil was enough, he laid it opened beside them. He dug in deep and took out a generous amount to slick his fingers. Then he slid them down the crease of Chris’ ass, one finger slowly pushing into dark hidden opening.
He felt the gunslinger tense for a moment, fear already creeping into his mind. He didn’t want it. he thought, but then the gunman relaxed and Vin could push in further. He circled his finger, searching for the pleasure spot, he knew he’d found as Chris cried out and bucked his hips wildly.
Soon the first finger was replaced with a second, preparing the man for more. The suction on his cock increased and at some time Chris felt three fingers entering him. Soothing words were mumbled against his flesh, the vibrations sending spikes up his body and a calming hand stroked over his hip.
"Ya ready, cowboy?" Vin finally asked, releasing his flesh.
"Yeah." He breathed out after a moment and felt the fingers withdrew.
Vin moved up Chris body again and laid a loving kiss upon the blonde’s lips. Then sharpshooters brought his cock to Chris puckered opening and started to push in. Chris gave a short groan of pain, but Vin’s soothing words distracted him and soon the pain was replaced with unbearable pleasure. Vin’s cock pushed deeper and deeper, stopping occasionally to let the blonde adjust to his size. Finally the tracker was in to the hilt and he found himself moaning at the incredible tightness that enveloped his flesh.
Stopping his movements for some moments to give Chris time to adjust, the young tracker slowly started to thrust into him. His movements gentle at first, letting the gunslinger get used to the feelings, he soon increased his thrusting. He worked his flesh harder and faster into his lover’s body.
Moans and whimpers filled the air as the two fucked. Vin thrust harder and faster, his hand sliding up to pump Chris cock in the same rhythm. His flesh stroked again and again over the hidden pleasure spot deep in Chris body. Almost frantic, he fucked the man beneath him, revelling in the moans and whimpers that came from the blonde.
Chris felt the familiar tingling creeping up his spine and knew it wouldn’t be long. A few more pulls on his hard flesh together with the hard thrusts in to his ass, he came in a mind-blowing climax. "VIIIIIINNNNN!" he cried out and threw his head back. Hot fluid covered the sharpshooter’s hand as he milked the blonde of all he had to give.
Then he pulled the exhausted man up against his chest and held him tight as he pounded harder and faster into him. He moaned in Chris ear, as he fucked him harder, almost to the point of wildness, desperately aching for his release. And then finally he felt himself tense, crying out Chris’ name, his juices exploded into the older man’s ass, bathing his innards. He heard the blonde moan as he gave a few more thrusts to empty himself in Chris depths.
When he felt there wasn’t anything left, he held the older man tight as pulled his softened flesh from the body and they collapsed together onto the bedrolls behind them. He grabbed the blanket from his bedroll and covered himself and Chris. The harsh breaths eased, their hearts stopped to race and soon they slept in a tangled heap of sweaty limps.+ + + + + + +
The first rays of light woke him from his peaceful sleep. He rolled over and stretched his heavy limbs, groaning as he felt a small pain in the lower half of his body. Immediately he remembered the night before and wondered if it maybe was just another wet dream and he had embarrassed himself in front of the other man. But then a pair of wet lips descended onto his giving him a passionate kiss and a rough voice whispered: "G’morning, cowboy."
He gave a sigh of relief and opened his eyes, looking in the beautiful blue ones, which were poised above him. "Morning, Vin." He grinned and pulled the tracker into a crushing hug.
"You all right cowboy?" the young man asked worried, taking a close look at his best friend and now lover, he hoped.
"Yes. I was afraid that it was just another of them dreams." Chris said, stroking a shaking hand through the soft curls of the man he loved
"I wasn’t a dream. And it won’t be anymore, if ya want it." The young sharpshooter said soothingly, nibbling at the blonde man’s throat "If ya want me." He added, looking straight into Chris’ eyes.
"Yes I want this," the blonde smiled happily, "and I want you…more than anything on this world."
"Good!" Vin grinned satisfied and took Chris mouth into a long and slow kiss, full of all the feelings he had for the strong gunslinger; love, care, passion and trust.
As they broke up for air, Vin looked deeply into the soft greens of his lover and brushed a finger of a sweaty brow. "I love you, cowboy." He said at last.
"Love you too." Chris responded without hesitation.
"You know, I will never let you go again!" the younger man breathed, all his love for the blonde gunslinger written in his eyes.
"’kay!" was all Chris had the chance to say, before the young man started a new assault on both, his body and mind.
Fin
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