by Angie
This is absolutely my first voyage into this type of writing and the only experience I have with it is what I read from the other stories posted. If you must comment on it, please be kind! It’s beta free and low calorie! It’s a PWP piece and just a really short little thing at that. Enjoy.
Vin squirmed and tugged at his wrists. He looked across the room and huffed. The other man didn’t even look up from what he was doing. He sighed and rolled his expressive, blue eyes.“Something you needed?” Chris asked without looking up.
“Please?” Vin pleaded.
“Is that all?” the blond teased.
Vin tossed his head back against the pillow and huffed again. He pulled at his wrists and then at his ankles. Squirming restlessly on the bed, he lifted his head and looked across the room. What he saw made him moan softly and lick his lips eagerly. A slight smile lifted the corners of Chris’s lips as he continued, unfazed by the hungry gaze. Without looking, he reached out and dipped his fingers into the ceramic pot and let the fragrant oil drip from his fingers. Vin whined pitifully as those long, calloused fingers stroked the skin he longed to touch.
“Chris, please?” he wheedled.
“Still haven’t heard you say anything,” the blond answered without looking up at his bound lover.
Another disgusted huff sounded and Vin returned to pulling helplessly against his bonds. The leather cuffs were butter soft and would leave no marks on his wrists as long as he didn’t struggle too hard against them. If he really wanted out of them, he had only to tug on the leather tie that held the cuffs to the headboard of the bed. As he took a moment to think about it, he developed an insatiable itch on his left shoulder.
“Would you at least scratch an itch for me?” Vin asked.
“An itch? Is that what we’re calling it now?” Chris responded.
“Please! It’s driving me crazy,” the sharpshooter cried as he writhed on the bed.
“Where?” the blond inquired.
“Left shoulder,” Vin huffed.
The team leader slowly extended his hand and held it over the designated area. His short, neat nails sensuously moved on the flesh, making the bound man whimper. Chris withdrew his hand and sat back in the chair. The lust filled blue eyes popped open, staring at him with a startling intensity. Vin stared at the hand as it drifted back to the fragrant oil. He arched his back, lifting his ass off of the bed as he growled deep in his throat.
“Chris, please, help me out here!” Vin cried.
“Still haven’t heard you say anything,” the blond reminded him.
Vin groaned and tossed his head the other way, glaring at the door. He heard the creak of the chair and felt the bed dip as the blond sat on the side. Biting his lip, he turned his head again to see Chris looking at him. His chest was heaving as he panted for each breath. He imagined that he could feel the heat of the other man’s body even though Chris hadn’t touched him.
“All you have to do is say it,” he prompted. “It isn’t as if I didn’t catch you in the act. Then I could help you with this,” Chris purred as his hand hovered just inches from the aching, throbbing, agonized flesh just begging for his touch.
“It’s not fair!” Vin pouted.
“But I warned you of what would happen if I caught you,” the blond replied.
“But it was only one time,” the Texan petulantly defended.
“But you were told not to,” Chris returned.
“Please? It won’t happen again,” Vin promised.
Looking at the bound, helpless man, Chris took pity on him. His warm hand descended to the aching erection and he began to massage it with firm, steady strokes. Vin writhed and arched his back as his eyes rolled back in his head. The blond continued to massage as he lowered his lips to the nubs on Vin’s chest. A startled yelp followed by a mewling sigh announced that his lover was enjoying the ministrations. When Chris migrated upwards to capture the satin lips, he licked them gently before pinching the lower lip between his teeth. His tongue swept inside the warm cavern, moistening the tissues made dry by the panting of Vin’s breath. The blond chuckled softly at the groan of satisfaction that rolled free as his lover came, the warm fluid cascading over his hand in gentle spurts.
“Love you,” Vin murmured while trying to nuzzle Chris’s ear.
“Say it for me?” Chris prompted.
“I won’t drink from the milk carton again,” Vin promised as he drifted into a sated sleep.
The End