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Reading Sign
by Lyn
As usual…I don’t own them, but I sure wish I did. Then again I’m not sure Vin would survive me if I did. But I would like to thank the creators and actors that brought these characters to life for us.
Vin sat by the fire and waited. He was certain he had read all the sign and had interpreted it right. Now it was just a matter of waiting to see if he was right.Being right in this case no longer scared him as it had a few months before. That was when he first noticed the cautious glances, the subtle comments. It took some time for him to warm to the idea, discovering as he did that the idea was not repulsive. In fact, it intrigued him. And as the days moved on and the glances increased he found that he wanted this to happen.
Glances turned to conversations, always skirting the issue. Conversations turned to soft touches, just the barest of a brush against him, or a hand rested on his shoulder just a fraction longer than normal.
Still, when Vin had said he was going for a ride and, unlike his normal habit, mentioned where he was going in the man’s presence, he was still unsure if he was right.
No. There was no way he had read this sign wrong. He would come. Vin knew it. And Vin wanted him to.
Vin made a pot of coffee and spread out his bedroll as evening drew close. When it was done he poured two cups and sat back down on his bedroll.
"Coffee’s fresh," he said aloud. "You gonna join me?"
The man stepped forward from the gathering shadows and came over to squat by the fire.
"Wasn’t sure you really wanted me here," he said softly.
"Wouldn’t a told ya where I was goin’ if I didn’t want ya here." Vin held out the cup.
The tall man paused as their hands touched, then tentatively leaned in, his lips brushing ever so gently against Vin’s. When Vin didn’t pull away he pressed his lips closer.
Vin was not surprised by the man’s actions. In fact he relished it, had hoped for it. Vin’s lips parted slightly. A hand snaked to the back of his head as the big man moved closer to Vin, kneeling now on the bedroll, his knees touching Vin’s thigh. Carefully the coffee cups were set aside as mouths began to work, hungry lips caressing each other, tongues mingling.
"Ahhhh Bucklin…." Vin murmured as Buck’s mouth moved down to Vin’s throat.
"Vin, are you sure?" Buck had to ask, had to give the tracker an out if he wanted. But Vin’s hands gave him his answer as he pulled Buck’s shirt from the waistband of his trousers.
"Quit talkin’ so much Bucklin." Vin’s fingers flew over the buttons on Buck’s shirt. Buck didn’t need any further encouragement and began to pull at Vin’s clothing. His mouth refused to move from the sweet taste of Vin’s skin now that he had gotten a taste.
With shirts disposed of, both pairs of hands began to explore the texture of chests and backs. Buck was the more experienced and Vin allowed the man to take the lead. Buck pushed him back onto the bedroll, his mouth tracing a meandering line across his chest, pausing to suck at Vin’s nipples.
Vin arched his back into Buck’s mouth, his hands burying themselves into Buck’s hair. Never in his life had anyone done that to him. He felt like lightening had shot clear through his chest and straight to his groin.
By now Buck was laying on top of Vin, his hands moving as his lips did, down towards Vin’s waist. He moved his head up long enough to unfasten Vin’s trousers, peeling the fabric open before placing feather light kisses on the exposed flesh. It came as no surprise to Buck that Vin had no long johns on underneath.
Buck pulled away and moved to Vin’s feet, pulling off the younger man’s boots and socks, and then his own, before moving back up Vin’s legs, straddling them as he went. Placing one hand underneath Vin, he encouraged him to lift his hips. As he did Buck pulled Vin’s trousers down around his hips, exposing his hardening manhood.
"Dang Vin, a little anxious are we?"
"Damn straight," Vin said, reaching up and pulling Buck’s mouth in for another kiss. Once his lips were captured Vin moved his hands down to the opening of Buck’s trousers, unfastening them and pushing them downward.
Buck pulled away and quickly removed the balance of both their clothing. Then he leaned in once more, overheated skin touching overheated skin, hands moving and caressing, lips fighting for attention, hardening muscles touching as the two bodies moved against each other.
Moans escaped the normally docile tracker, one leg moving up and bending, legs spreading slightly, allowing Buck access to his growing cock. Buck ran his tongue over it, and then quickly engulfed it in his mouth. Vin jumped at the feeling of Buck’s teeth running gently over the sensitive skin.
"Buck…awww…gawd….." Vin’s voice was a harsh whisper as he struggled to maintain control.
Buck pulled away, not wanting their fun to end too soon. He moved up and straddled Vin’s stomach. Vin cautiously reached over and touched Buck’s weeping manhood, his hand sliding around the width, then moving ever so hesitantly, before finally tightening his grip when he saw the look of pleasure on Buck’s face. He began to stroke and squeeze.
Buck knew he was ready, knew Vin was too from the feel of the hard muscle rubbing against his cheeks. And he knew one other thing now, something that he had been unsure of until this moment.
"Vin? Have you ever been with a man before?" His dark blue eyes sought out the paler ones now dilated with passion.
"Nope. But they’s a first time fer ever’thin’."
"Are you sure? I mean we can..."
"Don’t think we kin Buck. I ain’t wantin’ ta stop. Do you?"
"No, I certainly don’t."
Mouths met once more, hands skimmed over skin as Buck shifted, crawling between Vin’s legs.
"Vin, it might hurt some. Especially the first time."
"Don’t care. Jest know I’m hurtin’ now. Hurtin’ from need."
Buck used the pre-cum on Vin’s manhood to rub around the tight ring of muscle between Vin’s cheeks. As he massaged the opening, preparing to penetrate it, he placed Vin’s legs into a bent position, his feet flat on the ground. Then he pressed a finger into Vin’s opening. He worked his finger in and out, watching as Vin’s head pressed into the ground, his eyes closing, his mouth opening and closing noiselessly. Then he worked in a second digit and eventually a third.
"Vin? Are you certain?"
"Yes!" Vin’s voice was ragged and full of emotion.
Buck removed his fingers, then spit into his hand, using the liquid to lubricate his throbbing manhood, then he moved closer, placing the head against Vin’s opening. Then as gently as possible he began to push, slowly breaching the virgin muscle. He paused as Vin’s breathing grew rapid and then slowly calmed before pushing in further.
Within moments the two men found a rhythm. Vin couldn’t believe the feelings coursing through his veins. He heard a low moaning sound and it was some time before he realized that the sound came from him. But he couldn’t control it, no more than he could control the groans and grunts that started up the minute Buck wrapped his fingers around his engorged cock.
"Jeez Buck…aww man….." Vin let out a loud groan as his muscle erupted, his creamy juices coating his chest as well as Buck’s.
Buck, pumped into Vin harder before he, too, erupted. Then he collapsed against Vin’s chest, both men breathing hard.
Vin’s arms moved up around Buck’s shoulders, then he started to chuckle. The chuckle became a full laugh.
Buck pulled away, looking at the laughing man’s face.
"Now Vin, I’ve been told a lot of things, but ain’t nobody ever laughed at my lovemaking!"
"No, no…it ain’t that Buck! It’s just, well, all this time you been making eyes at me and hintin’ around…well if I’d a known that it were this good, I woulda jumped yer bones a long time ago instead a waitin fer ya ta finally try somethin’."
Buck looked closely at Vin, measuring the man’s sincerity, before laughing himself.
He didn’t stop until Vin pulled him down into a deep kiss.
End