Okay, so my het story didn’t go over well, big sigh. I’ll just go back to the short stories that pop into my demented mind. Hopefully, you’ll like this better.
Vin stretched languorously as he rolled over in the king-sized bed. Hearing the shower running, he knew Chris was already awake. Rolling to the other side of the bed, he inhaled deeply of the scent imbedded in the pillow. Just the smell on the pillowslip was enough to get him to thinking about the night before.+ + + + + + +
It was a typical Friday night. The team had met at the Saloon for a few rounds before heading for home. Buck and Ezra had plans for the weekend and slipped out after only one drink, leaving the others to make bawdy and lewd comments to their retreating backs. Josiah and Nathan were shooting a game of pool while JD hung on the bar making time with Casey. The young college student had taken the job to make ends meet. That left Chris and Vin sitting on opposite sides of their usual table.
A stocking-clad toe stroked his inner thigh in a desultory fashion as a sultry hazel-eyed gaze stared through the haze of smoke that drifted from a nearby table. One eyebrow arched ever so slightly above a twinkling blue eye as the sharpshooter squirmed on the opposite bench.
“You about ready to head for the ranch?” Chris said after finishing the last of his beer.
“Yep. Jus’ let me go tell the guys we’re going,” Vin answered as he rearranged the front of his jeans around the swell of his arousal. He heard the blond chuckle as he walked away from the table.
On the drive to the ranch, they had driven each other to distraction, touching, stroking and stimulating. When the truck rolled to a stop in the driveway, they leapt out and raced for the house. Clothing was shed on the move, leaving a trail like breadcrumbs to the bedroom. The pair tumbled into bed, reaching out to grasp the object of their desire. Chris groaned as Vin’s hand set a punishing rhythm on his aching erection.
“You’re going to blow it before I even get inside,” the blond ground out between gasping breaths.
“Hadn’t thought of that,” Vin mumbled between nips on Chris’s collarbone. “Sounds like a good idea, though.” He immediately began to work his way down the lean body, carefully extricating his own shaft from the blond man’s trembling hand.
“Oh God! Vin … please … oh that feels so good,” Chris moaned as he felt the moist warmth envelope him. Reaching above his head, he gripped the headboard and ground his head into the pillow as he tried to raise his hips. Vin’s slight weight held him captive. He came only a few moments later, his body rigid as the waves of pleasure washed over him. Vin eased him down with gentle kisses and light strokes of his tongue.
Too relaxed to do anything except breathe, Chris felt Vin’s weight shift and heard him rummaging around in the nightstand. A minute later, he felt his partner lifting his legs and shifting him just enough to gain access to his opening. A lubed finger pressed in and he moaned softly.
“Shh, I’ll take good care of you, Cowboy,” Vin whispered as he kissed Chris on his inner thigh. A second finger joined the first and set a gentle stroking rhythm. “Ready for more?” Vin asked softly.
“There’s more?” Chris teased, giving his best impression of wide-eyed innocence.
“Oh yeah, there’s definitely more,” Vin said as he moved to slide his knees under Chris’s thighs. “Lots more. You ready?”
Chris could only nod. Vin was so exquisite when he made love that the blond couldn’t even speak. Like silk whispering across his skin, the throbbing shaft impaled him. When he opened his eyes, Vin was staring right through to his soul.
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Hearing the shower stop, Vin reached down and began to stroke his budding erection. When Chris didn’t come out of the bathroom right away, he slipped out of bed and padded silently to the door. Peering through the gap without opening the door, he watched as Chris appeared to be staring down at his own pubic area. Puzzled, Vin tiptoed away from the door, not wanting to ask the blond what he was doing. Several minutes later, Chris came out of the bathroom and slid back into bed.
“Mmm, nothing like having a bed warmer on a chilly morning,” Chris murmured as he spooned in behind Vin. He nuzzled into the sharpshooter’s neck and shoulder, producing giggles. “I thought you might join me in the shower, I missed you.”
“Figured I’d stay warm and wait for you. Have ta take a shower after anyways.”
Another round of gentle lovemaking ensued. Chris teased and tormented Vin until he begged for release. When they both collapsed, exhausted and sated to the bed, Vin’s mind drifted back to what Chris had been looking at in the bathroom. He knew the older man was sensitive about his sexual prowess and concerned that he wouldn’t have the stamina to meet his young partner’s needs.
“What’cha thinking on so hard over there?” Chris asked when he noticed that Vin seemed lost in thought.
“Nothing.”
“Well, if it’s nothing, let's get in the shower. I’m sure the horses would like to stretch their legs before lunchtime,” the blond said as he rolled off of the bed.
Vin’s preoccupation continued into the shower as he tried to discretely compare himself to Chris. He was more than contented with the physical side of their relationship. He had never felt as loved and as safe as he did after Chris made love to him.
“Something bothering you?” Chris asked. Vin had been washing the same spot on his stomach for several minutes.
“Can I ask you something? I don’t mean to be nosy or anything and I don’t want ta make you mad or anything.”
Puzzling over the concern in Vin’s voice, Chris cocked his head and searched the pale blue eyes. He knew it must be big if Vin was worried that it would anger him.
“You can ask me anything. Is something wrong? Is it something I did?”
“No, nothing you did. I was just wondering, are you … happy with me? You aren’t … worried about … satisfying me or anything, are ya?”
“Sa- … am I not satisfying you?” Chris was now completely perplexed.
“Yeah, no, oh hell! I don’t know how to answer when you say it like that! I’m happy as a tick on a hound with you. Every time you touch me, I just …”
“Then what’s got you chewing on your own tail?”
“I wasn’t spying or anything! I got up to join ya in the shower … and you was … looking at yourself … like ya was comparing or something,” Vin stammered, blushing furiously as he spoke.
“Com- … Vin, I was … damn this is embarrassing!” Chris declared as he slumped against the wall of the shower stall. “I wasn’t comparing myself to you. It’s just that I found …”
The color began to drain from Vin’s face as he reached for the blond. “What?”
Chris mumbled his answer, looking more embarrassed by the second.
“Found what? Chris, are you all right?” Vin demanded as he took hold of the blond man.
“A gray hair,” Chris repeated, his chin tucked tightly to his chest as the heat rose in his cheeks.
“A gray hair?”
“Down there.”
“You found a gray hair down there? Is that all?” Vin’s voice dripped with disbelief.
“You make it sound like it’s nothing!” Chris defended.
“Well, hell, if that’s all you got to worry about,” Vin said with a grin.
“You don’t mind?”
“Why would I? It’s not like anyone else is lookin’ down there!”
“I just worry that I’m getting old,” Chris said softly.
“Hell, we’re all getting old. I’ll still love ya, even if ya can’t get it up more than once a day!”
“Who says I can’t get it up more than once a day?” Chris challenged.
“I know it gets harder for you old guys. Or maybe it’s that it doesn’t get harder?” Vin teased.
“I’ll show you, you …” Chris yelled as he chased the running sharpshooter out of the bathroom and across the bedroom. After losing his grip on the wet, soapy young man a few times, he finally managed to pin him to the bed. Driving his achingly hard shaft into the willing, pliant body, Chris eased his grip on Vin’s arms and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “I don’t hear you complaining.”
“Never have, never will!” Vin declared, claiming Chris’s lips. “Love you, gray hair and all!”
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