Notes: Happy Birthday, Nancy! Thanks Judy, for all your help.
Vin Tanner drew his old blanket more tightly around his shoulders as he hugged his knees and turned his face up to the morning sun. He tried to ignore the splashing and playing of his friends in the water, not yet ready to fully reintegrate himself into the lives of the other peacekeepers.The temperature had been steadily rising all week but today was truly the first warm day of spring, after a long and bitterly cold winter. Other than Chris, Vin hadn’t seen much of the men he considered friends and allies. He occasionally rode into town to check on things but it was so snowy and so cold he hardly ever saw a soul out and about. Mostly, Vin did his best brown bear imitation, eating well when he had the chance and hibernating in the warmth of Chris’s shack. He’d missed the others, was glad to see them. And he was no fan of cold weather. But a small part of him didn’t want to let go of the quiet he’d enjoyed in and around the snow-covered landscape.
It was Buck who’d suggested a picnic at the pond. The town had been fine all winter, Buck insisted. What could one more day hurt? So the seven had packed a huge lunch and headed out, glad for the sunshine, companionship, and the promise of more beautiful days to come.
It hadn’t taken but a look and maybe half a second for the men to silently agree that the crisp, cold water was an invitation that shouldn’t be ignored. They’d stripped down and jumped in, screaming their joy, and their shock at just how frigid the water was. Vin elected to keep his union suit on and stayed in only a few minutes, despite Buck’s pleas that he and Chris accept Buck and JD’s challenge to a chicken fight.
Buck, the crazy fool, was still in the water, despite skin that had already tinted blue before Vin even closed his eyes. Ezra, too, lingered longer than Vin would have predicted, though it amused him to see the snobbish gambler so unguarded and spirited.
A cloud passed over Vin’s face and he squinted up at the offending object. JD towered over him, dripping wet, shivering, and wearing only the bottoms of his long underwear. Vin nodded slightly and closed his eyes again, aware but not particularly interested that JD was settling in beside him.
If Vin hadn’t had a lifetime’s experience in keeping his emotions hidden he might have blanched at JD’s first words to him, spoken without preface or warning.
"Buck says you and Mr. Larabee kept each other warm during the winter," JD said brashly.
Vin opened his eyes, allowing them to alight where they’d wanted to fall all morning. Chris lay across the pond on a large flat rock, stretched out naked except for his broad-brimmed black hat. He was leaning up on his elbows with his ankles crossed and was chewing lazily on a stalk of grass. As if on display, he looked for all the world like a big beautiful cat and Vin desperately wanted to pet him. But he remained still, his face impassive.
"Buck said that, did he?" Vin asked quietly.
"Yes," JD nodded, "yes, he did."
Chris felt Vin’s gaze upon him and turned toward the tracker, a broad and not-quite innocent smile brightening his face.
Vin realized it was a good thing that he had his legs folded against his chest. Otherwise JD would have seen the truth in the spontaneous swelling at his groin.
"Reckon I spent some of the colder nights at Chris’s shack," he said evenly.
And in Chris’s bed. Definitely in Chris’s bed. Vin couldn’t be sure who had initiated sex. He remembered a look, a halting touch, an awkward kiss. But if the first of each had been his or Chris’s he couldn’t rightly say.
"Yes," JD said, glancing around and lowering his voice, "but did you, you know?"
Over and over again. It may have started as a way to not kill each other or as cabin fever in the extreme. Or maybe just as a way to stave off the boredom. Vin didn’t know. He only knew it felt good. And right. Every time. So many times because Chris had been insatiable and Vin had found his own desire immense.
If Vin didn’t know the why initially, he reckoned he had an idea about it shortly thereafter. Being with Chris was unlike anything he’d ever experienced in his life. He knew why that was without ever having been there before. He suspected Chris felt the same, would recognize it immediately, what with his familiarity with such things once upon a time. Vin had toyed with asking him directly but it hardly seemed like the kind of thing a man should ask another man. And if the answer was no, well, he’d not only be sorry he brought it up, he’d risk bringing a premature end to something he was already certain he wanted to last forever.
"Not sure how it’s any of your business, JD," Vin said, silently reminding himself not to stare at Chris. Enough that he had looked, been caught looking. Caught, it seemed at the moment, doing more than that.
To Vin’s surprise JD appeared to think on it. "No, I guess it ain’t my business. I was just…"
"Curious?" Vin supplied, facing him.
JD nodded, curiosity the only thing Vin could read in his expressive features.
Vin looked away. "Ask the cat about curiosity, kid," he said a little coldly. He wasn’t angry, exactly. Uncertain, maybe. If Buck knew and had told JD, he’d told the others. No doubt, speculation on his and Chris’s private activities had run rampant. Yet here they all were, frolicking and laughing together. That had to be a good thing. Still, Vin felt uneasy. It was possible the others had chalked it up to cabin fever and let it go. Considering he and Chris hadn’t made love in over a week, not since Chris had been staying in town again regularly, and since he hadn’t called Chris on it to know for sure, maybe they were right. Why get all worked up, then, over something that was done? Vin felt a shattering sense of loss at the thought of it.
JD blushed, his boldness deserting him. "I guess you’re right, Vin. I don’t want no trouble." He stood up. "Best be getting dressed." As he turned to go he added, "It’s just that Buck says it was so obvious. But I didn’t see it." He shrugged one shoulder. "Wanted to know if it was true. Don’t tell Chris I said anything, alright?" he asked in a small voice.
"My lips are sealed, JD," Vin said and was rewarded with a sweet, boyish grin from the young sheriff.
Vin thought back to one morning in Chris’s shack. It had snowed for about three days straight and they were at the point where they couldn’t even open the door to relieve themselves. As he’d fallen asleep, Vin had joked that the heat he and Chris generated just looking at each other should have melted the drifts. He’d woken to eager hands and lips mapping the contours of his body.
"Best start digging out," Chris said drowsily, still working Vin’s penis with his sure fingers. "Boys will be here soon."
Vin had no idea how he knew but Chris was right. It was well on the other side of noon but he finally saw the dark outline of riders approaching the shack. He was glad that they’d aired the place out a bit, even more glad that Buck and the others had brought food. Now he wondered if the scent or the scene had somehow given them away.
Once more a dark shadow passed over him and Vin glanced up. Chris had come upon him quietly, dressed, and carrying his blanket. He dropped his extra long johns into Vin’s lap. Vin suddenly remembered that his own had been left to dry over a chair at Chris’s.
"You might wanna get changed before you catch your death," Chris said, holding up his blanket as a screen for Vin.
Vin stood up in one graceful move, straightening long, lean legs. "Ain’t no lady, Larabee," he growled.
"Maybe I just don’t want nobody lookin’," Chris whispered, a feral grin curling his full lips as Vin peeled off the wet wool. Warmth and affection danced in his soft green eyes.
So it wasn’t the snow after all. Vin felt a cocky half-smile form involuntarily, fought the urge to breathe a huge sigh of relief. "Somethin’ you want, cowboy?" he asked softly.
Chris nodded. "Looks like we might have to take a chance on getting together in town."
+ + + + + + +
They did get together. In the saloon, with their friends. Everyone still boisterous and excited from their day in the sun. Vin noticed JD watching him, watching Chris, eyes darting back and forth between them. Still curious, it seemed.
Chris had only one drink while Buck and the others passed the bottle back and forth. He wasn’t saying much but he was smiling and laughing at all the right times. Rather abruptly he stood.
"Been a long day. Think I’ll say good-night." He tipped his hat and left, without ever once looking Vin’s way.
Vin had another drink, then another. He didn’t usually indulge so much but he felt nervous, though he wasn’t sure why. Wasn’t like Chris was waiting for him so they could do things they hadn’t done before. Then again, you never knew with Chris. The man did have his wild side. Vin shook his head, not nervous about Chris. That left JD’s scrutiny. Or more likely, Vin’s awareness that the others knew about him and Chris. And he hadn’t had a chance to give his lover the heads up.
Vin waited as long as he thought was proper then made his excuses before ducking out. If any of the others suspected where he was going they gave no indication. That is, no one except JD.
Vin was keenly aware of JD’s presence behind him, mainly because the kid made no effort to disguise it. Vin turned around and stopped, one hip jutted out, thumbs hooked in his belt loops.
JD stumbled a little, caught off guard by Vin’s sudden halt. He stammered, "Are you, are you…going to him?"
"Remember about the cat, JD?" Vin asked calmly.
JD looked at the ground. "Can’t help it," he mumbled.
Vin exhaled loudly, his mind made up before he fully realized what he was considering. "Come on," he said firmly.
JD didn’t argue, the tone of Vin’s voice calling him forward.
Neither man said a word as they entered the boarding house and made their way to Chris’s room. Vin knocked twice before opening the door. He pushed JD inside then followed, locking the door behind him.
If nothing else, Vin had the pleasure of seeing total surprise on the usually serious face of his lover. He didn’t beat around the bush. "JD wants to watch, Chris."
Chris blinked a couple of times, the only indication he was caught off-guard. "Does he?" He eyed Vin suspiciously, subtle warning there. "Do we want him to watch?"
Vin sighed. Chris was a tempting site with his shirt untucked, his blond hair a little mussed as he padded softly across the floor in bare feet. But Chris wouldn’t make love to him with an audience, that much he knew. Still, he didn’t want to boot JD out. "Not sure. But he’s awful curious about the ways we found to keep each other warm during those cold winter nights."
"Is he?" Chris asked, momentarily forgetting that JD was in the room. Or so it appeared. He removed Vin’s hat then helped him off with his gun belt and jacket, hanging them on a peg behind the door. He took Vin in his arms and kissed him, slow and deep. "Sometimes it’s best to learn by doing," he said after a minute, lips lingering near Vin’s.
Vin smiled against those soft lips. "Sometimes it is," he agreed. Problem solved, though it would be better if Chris played, too. He glanced around for JD, saw him in a dim corner of the room, mouth hanging open. Vin chuckled, ran his hands along Chris’s back as Chris nipped at his jaw and throat. This was going to be fun.
Vin’s smile widened as Chris sank to his knees and pressed his face to Vin’s groin. He ran his fingers through Chris’s hair and waited. His lover would take the lead, even if he never touched JD.
Chris rubbed his cheek along the swelling in Vin’s pants. "You just gonna stand there letting the flies in, JD," he asked huskily, "or ya gonna put that mouth to good use?"
"Huh?" JD breathed out, thrown completely off balance by even this small display of affection he was witnessing. Of all the images that had popped into his mind since Buck’s revelation, not one had included Chris and Vin kissing. Even as he watched Chris brush Vin’s groin his mind’s eye kept seeing the way their tongues had met, the way the flickering lamp light had caught the saliva on their lips.
"Wants ta know if’n yer gonna kiss me, " Vin said.
"Me?" JD squeaked, "kiss you?"
Chris mouthed Vin through the layers of clothing then rested his flushed cheek against the tracker’s erection. He reached up to lace his fingers with Vin’s. "Now’s your chance, JD," Chris said quietly. "Take it or leave it."
"Come here," Vin said, beckoning as much with words spoken in his husky drawl as with his welcoming smile.
JD moved heavily, stumbling over his own feet. Vin dropped Chris’s hand and reached out to steady the younger man. JD’s eyes met his, wide and touched with fear. Vin caressed his cheek, fingered the strands of fine black hair. "It’s alright, kid," he whispered, close enough for JD to feel his warm breath. "Ya ken go, if’n ya want to."
JD shook his head. He licked his lips then parted them in invitation, closing his eyes.
Vin glanced down at Chris, who wriggled his eyebrows. Vin tweaked his nose playfully then turned his attention to JD. His own tongue followed the path JD’s had taken along the smooth red lips before dipping into the open space. JD moaned softly but did nothing else as Vin probed his mouth, pushing his tongue this way and that.
Vin pulled away, tickled by the slack expression on JD’s face. "Might wanna to think about kissing me back," he teased.
JD blinked, confused. He stepped back to make room for Chris to stand, watching as Chris kissed Vin. As they kissed each other.
"Okay, okay," JD said, eagerly. "I get it." He touched Chris’s shoulder, then jerked his hand away, as if stung. "Sorry," he mumbled, embarrassed by his own enthusiasm.
"S’alright," Chris said, moving behind Vin and sliding his suspenders off his shoulders. "Try it again. Ain’t so different from kissing a woman, really."
Except JD didn’t have too much experience with that, either. But he leaned into Vin, hungry for more and ready to explore this new thing fully.
So when Vin sank his tongue into JD’s mouth a second time, JD met it with his own. Pushed against it, swirled impatiently around it. Vin tried to slow him, hands cupping his face only briefly before Chris was maneuvering him out of his shirt and the top of his union suit. JD wanted more physical contact but Chris was shoving him away. He panicked, Chris’s hand on his chest, lips crushed to Vin’s. Had the gunslinger changed his mind? Then Chris was on him, pulling off his jacket and working the buttons on his vest and shirt.
JD lost sight of Vin while Chris undressed him, trying as he was to facilitate and thereby speed along the process. When he was naked, Chris flattened a callused palm against his cheek and turned his head. JD hitched his breath at what he saw. Vin was naked as well, standing by the bed. He was leaning the way he did, to one side with an enticing combination of ease and confidence. His cock was hard and straining against his belly. JD wanted to touch it in the worst way. If only his feet hadn’t sprouted roots.
Chris nudged him less than gently. It was literally the push JD needed. He went to Vin, hand out to capture the tempting treat, mouth open for more kisses. But Vin denied him on both counts. Not that JD had a chance to complain or even wanted to. Vin was on his knees in a flash, one hand on the base of JD’s cock, the other on his ass.
"Oh God, Vin," he whispered when the tracker stroked him with the tip of his tongue. He fell back a little at the onslaught that followed but Chris was there, a strong hand on his back as Vin worked his cock with his lips, tongue and a tiny hint of teeth. The hand on his ass slid around to massage his balls. JD moaned aloud, felt daring and free and just a little crazy. Then felt a chill, Chris’s hand gone. Noise off to his to side, and Chris was back, both hands moving to JD’s shoulders.
"Spread your legs, JD," he commanded at JD’s ear, voice seductive and deep.
JD spread them and immediately felt Vin’s fingers probing the sensitive skin behind his balls, tickling the tiny opening there. He spread just a little more and one wet finger pushed into him. Chris dragged long fingers through JD’s hair and the younger man let his head drop back on the gunslinger’s shoulder, eyes closed tightly. Vin was sucking his cock and he had never, ever felt anything so amazing in all his life. Buck had told him what it was like, had told him that you could pay a working girl to do it and JD had thought on it. Never worked up the nerve. He wondered now if any working girl could be nearly as talented with her mouth as Vin was with his. If this was how Chris and Vin had spent the winter, Chris had been very warm indeed.
"More," JD pleaded, grabbing a fistful of Vin’s hair. He felt a second finger glide in followed by a blinding flash of light as Vin touched something deep inside him. He arched his back, shoulders driving into Chris’s chest, and cried out an almost inarticulate plea for mercy.
Vin removed his mouth but kept working JD inside and out with his hands, enticing every bit of fluid possible out of the younger man. He looked up, past JD’s face, screwed up in passion and release. Chris had one hand on JD’s shoulder, the other on his hip. He winked down at Vin.
"Sure ya don’t want ta play, cowboy?" Vin asked, withdrawing his fingers.
Chris shook his head. "Having fun just watching y’all." He kissed Vin when he stood, scowling some in the low light. "Not sure I like tastin’ another man on you, though."
Vin looked at JD, half-asleep against Chris. "We ken put him ta bed and sneak down into my wagon," Vin said in hushed tones.
Chris bumped JD. "Wanna go to sleep, JD? Or do you want Vin to fuck ya?"
JD looked at Vin with lust-lidded eyes, reached up to touch his fingers to Vin’s lips. "Want Vin to fuck me," he murmured.
Chris arched his blond eyebrows. "Can’t say I blame him." Smiled when Vin just shook his head.
Together, they eased JD onto the bed. Vin straddled him, afraid even the barest brush of flesh against his erection would make him come. He kept his hips up, bending low at his waist to kiss JD’s lips, puffy still from their earlier play. He heard Chris drag a chair over and laughed inwardly at his lover’s reluctance to join in. JD’s age was part of it, Vin suspected, but not all. To Chris’s mind, sex was one thing. What he shared with Vin, the tracker was now convinced, was something else. Vin was incredibly pleased that Chris had let himself be claimed by him. Vin had been claimed just as surely, in spite of the fact that he felt the need to run a little tonight. But he would never have done it without Chris’s knowledge and consent. A couple of firsts for Vin, the way he wanted Chris and the small ways he permitted the blond to possess him.
Vin dragged his tongue along JD’s nipple, watched it perk right up. He grabbed Chris’s foot where it rested on the sideboard and continued licking JD’s chest and stomach. In time, he squeezed the bare foot he held and Chris got up to retrieve the lamp oil he’d opened earlier.
Chris poured the oil into his hand then dripped it onto Vin’s dick, leaning down to kiss Vin, sucking gently on his tongue. He tried to rub the oil in but Vin caught his hand, shaking his head, big blue eyes smiling. Chris nodded his understanding.
Vin scooted back and told JD to roll over, stilling him for one last kiss before he did.
The tracker briefly contemplated the oil Chris held, decided to give it one more shot. His eyes climbed his lover’s torso slowly, a bewitching smile forming on his lips as he wordlessly beckoned Chris to fuck him as he fucked JD. Chris shook his head.
"Party pooper," Vin snorted.
"Tonight, Vin," Chris said irritably.
Vin chuckled, rubbing his hands together then along JD’s back down to the curve of his ass. He massaged the rounded flesh, digging his fingers in deep. JD groaned and Vin coaxed him up onto his knees. He worked one finger inside, searching, until he found JD’s pleasure spot again and rubbed it until he had the younger man bucking and moaning.
Vin wanted to prepare JD more but his cock wasn’t cooperating. It was engorged and leaking and very impatient. He pulled his finger out and lined up his anxious member.
"I’m gonna go slow, JD, but it’s likely gonna hurt some at first. Okay?" Vin asked, not sure what he’d do if JD said no. Throw Chris down on the bed probably, audience or no audience.
"Okay," JD rasped.
Vin turned to Chris whose green eyes were dark with arousal. There was a little sweat on his brow and a nice big bulge in his jeans. Too beautiful. Vin closed his eyes to steady himself and groaned inwardly. He wasn’t even inside JD yet.
With no time to waste, Vin used his hand to guide his cock as he pushed, hesitating at JD’s pained grunt. Chris reached over and ran his hand down JD’s back. "Relax, son. Let it feel good," he coached.
JD balled the sheets in his hands. His ass was burning a little but he didn’t want Vin to stop. He focused for a moment on Chris’s strong hand moving along his back. He took a deep breath and spread his knees, trying to open himself to Vin. Chris’s hand felt reassuring and he pushed back against Vin, crying out as Vin drove in deeper.
Chris stroked his hair and neck. "You’re doin’ fine, JD. Keep breathing."
JD picked his head up. "Would it help if ya moved, Vin?" he panted. "I think I need ya ta move." Vin was filling him, stretching him. He could feel Vin’s cock in his throat practically. And he needed Vin to move it, to stroke him inside the way Chris stroked him outside.
Vin thrust, bending to capture Chris’s shoulder between his teeth and bite down for just a second. Chris turned and grabbed him behind his neck, pressing their lips together. Vin responded avidly at first, then broke the kiss, unable to build a steady rhythm with Chris’s mouth assaulting him. Chris withdrew to the chair and Vin pumped his hips faster, anchoring his hands at JD’s waist.
JD’s body was tingling all over. From head to toe Vin was setting off fireworks inside him. He rocked his hips in time with Vin’s thrusts, moaning Vin’s name over and over. Pushing himself up onto his hands, JD arched his back and tried to take more of Vin inside him even though Vin’s body slammed flush against his ass with every thrust. He wanted more, needed more. Then Vin gripped his dick and started pumping. The fireworks were behind his eyelids now, his breath coming in heavy, stuttering bursts as he felt a nearly unbearable tension in his balls. The hot caress of Vin’s seed bathed him, the tracker’s movements stopping completely, a loud and exuberant cry emanating from somewhere behind JD’s head.
JD tried to speak but Vin was moving again, fisting his cock. He couldn’t catch his breath and when he came, only a strangled "God" fell from his lips. Vin’s hand withdrew and JD momentarily felt abandoned, until both of Vin’s hands slid under his arms and over his chest. Vin pulled him back so that he was resting against the tracker’s broad, sweaty chest. Slowly, slowly Vin flexed his hips and thighs, pushed himself and JD up, then let them gently fall. Again. One hand remained on his chest, the other trailing down to rub his belly. Soft drawl in his ear.
"Still curious, JD?"
JD mumbled something Vin didn’t quite catch. Chuckling, he eased out of JD and helped him stretch out on the mattress. Vin reached for the blanket, covering his young friend and planting a goodnight kiss on his passion-stained cheek. He swiveled his head around to see what his lover was up to.
Chris had opened his pants but nothing more. His dick was at full attention, somewhat uncomfortable in the confines of his tight denim, open fly or no. He really didn’t want to think about why it had gotten him hard watching Vin fuck JD. Especially since as recently as this morning he would have sworn that he’d probably have shot any man who dared touch his lover.
Vin slid off the bed and onto Chris’s lap. He caressed his cheek, looked deeply into his eyes before gentling a ghost of a kiss on his mouth. Chris’s eyes followed Vin’s fingers as they started opening the buttons of his shirt. Damp hands smoothed over Chris’s chest, rubbed his nipples and the muscles of his tight stomach.
When he reached Chris’s groin, Vin pressed down on the hardness there. "Gonna have ta do something about that iron will of yers, cowboy," he said, not really shocked that Chris hadn’t jacked off. He tugged at Chris’s pants, warning Chris with a glare to cooperate or forget it as the blond’s butt remained planted to the chair.
Chris peeked around Vin to JD.
"He’s out cold, Chris," Vin said, not wanting to forget it. Not at all. He grinned triumphantly when Chris lifted his hips.
Vin tossed the denim aside, ran his hands along Chris’s calves and thighs. He rose to his feet and reached for the oil. Chris stopped him.
"Can just use your hand, Vin," he said.
Vin pulled free and drizzled a generous dose of oil onto Chris’s cock. He straddled the gunslinger’s legs again, one hand braced on a solid shoulder, the other spreading the oil with care. "Been a while," he said. "Need ya ta come home again." He glanced up, tilted his head at his lover’s tender expression. "What?"
"You know what," Chris said softly.
Vin’s smile reached his eyes, hell, probably his hair. "Yeah," he whispered, raising himself up, "I know." He sank down on Chris, forcing his eyes to remain open, remain trained on Chris, despite wincing from the small discomfort of penetration. He liked what he saw there way too much to turn away. When he settled, he put his arms around Chris’ neck, lips brushing his right temple. "Me too."
Chris’s hands found his face, positioned his mouth and kissed him hard. Vin rose up and down, impaling himself as much as he could on his lover’s sex. Wondering on some level if Chris was trying to kill him. He absolutely could not breathe with the way Chris was filling his mouth, sucking on his tongue, stealing his air. Poor JD. Just wanted to know how Chris and Vin pleasured one another and tomorrow morning he’d wake up to a dead man. A dead man with a huge grin on his face.
Vin had to pull away. "Damn, Chris!" he exclaimed. He wanted to tease Chris about his maybe feeling a mite possessive but it would have required energy he’d rather put to other uses. He pushed off from the floor with his toes, strained the muscles in his thighs, squeezed Chris’s cock with from inside for all it was worth. Chris latched onto his neck and sucked, sinking his teeth down as he came, a muffled "Vin" following shortly thereafter.
Vin’s cock was a little stiff but he decided to let it wilt, arms still wrapped around Chris’s neck, hot breath against the tender spot on his own. Good thing he favored bandanas. He could have fallen asleep there, joined with Chris, more content than he’d ever felt. Chris wasn’t about to sleep in the chair, though.
He kissed Vin gently, hands coursing down to his hips. "Gonna get dressed and go down to your wagon," he said.
Vin glowered. "No you ain’t. Yer staying right here."
"Bed’s too small."
"We’ll squish. ‘Sides," Vin said slowly, "ain’t ya worried about leaving me and JD alone?"
Chris narrowed his eyes. "Do I gotta worry?"
Vin seemed to ponder it, trying to hide his smile, eyes high to the ceiling. "Nah, reckon not," he said finally.
Chris smiled momentarily, then his face turned somber. "Reckon they all know?"
Vin nodded. "Reckon they do. Buck figured it out. Can’t see him only tellin’ JD."
Chris snorted. "Great. Can just imagine tomorrow’s headline in the Clarion." He rubbed Vin’s thighs, soothing his lover and himself, relaxing a little more. Saw the frown on his lover’s handsome face as he felt the loss of Chris’s now softened penis. Vin hated that part. Chris kissed him quickly. "Tell me we don’t have to do this for all of them, Vin," he teased.
Vin shrugged, wolfish smile lighting his tired face. "Don’t know, could be fun."
"You sayin’ I ain’t fun, Tanner?" Chris snarled.
"Mebbe," Vin responded. "Wake me up the way ya like ta, and I’ll wake JD up, and I’ll know fer sure yer fun."
Chris shook his head, pushing Vin off his lap. "Ya know, it ain’t that cold anymore. Don’t reckon I need a playmate so bad."
Vin’s hands still held his neck. "But ya want one, ken have more than one, if’n ya want that," he said, kissing the gunslinger.
"No, you’re all I can handle," Chris breathed as he turned his mouth away. "Maybe more."
"So stay here with me. Don’t wanna sleep without ya," Vin said. He loosed his hold on Chris and bent over to nibble JD’s earlobe.
JD swatted him. "Fine, Buck," he mumbled.
The lovers looked at each other, sharing an innocent laugh at JD’s expense. Vin ran his fingertips down JD’s spine and the younger man shifted. Enough for Vin to shove him to his side, face to the wall.
Vin lay down facing Chris with one arm thrown open.
Chris dropped his shirt to the floor and slipped into bed. As he settled he gave Vin a good night kiss. "You should roll over, Vin," he whispered. They’d fit better if they all spooned.
"’Kay," Vin whispered back, turning and lining his hips up with JD’s and Chris’s, front and back. The battle, as far as he was concerned, already won. He’d like to see Chris get out of a little threesome in the morning now.
Vin clasped his lover’s hand, quietly anticipating as he fell asleep the first rays of the next warm spring sun.
End
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