July 4, 2005
Chris Larabee put his hand on Vin Tanner's head, ran his fingers through his hair and pulled it back, exposing Vin's throat. Lips and tongue traveled down from the warm mouth, over the jawline to the exposed flesh. He felt Vin's pulse, racing, pounding as a result of their arousal. He tasted the salty sweat, lapped it up as he placed wet kisses upon Vin's throat."God, Chris," Vin whispered.
Chris moved further down, lightly nipping Vin's collarbone, sucking just beneath it, eliciting a gasp from Vin, leaving a mark.
"Branded. You're mine," Chris growled; whispered.
"Yes," Vin agreed, arching his back, pushing his chest up towards Chris's mouth. "More."
Vin's plea was unnecessary - Chris was incapable of stopping. Hands caressed Vin's smooth skin, Chris's fingers gliding gently over taut flesh.
Soft moans from both men were the result of the actions.
"So beautiful," Chris murmured, pausing to dip his tongue into Vin's navel, bite the flesh.
His hands moved downward, each rubbing and stroking Vin's muscular thighs, spreading them further apart, bending his knees.
Chris moved his mouth and tongue downward, as well. Kissing, licking, biting at Vin's cock and balls and anywhere he pleased; anywhere that pleased Vin.
Vin had trouble controlling himself. Never before had anyone made love to him, body and soul. Never before had he wanted anyone to.
“Chris, ” he whispered reverently when gentle fingers invaded his body.
Vin grasped the base of his cock, gave it a squeeze to hold off his release. Too soon. When he’d gained some control, he held it up, offering it to Chris, begging him to take it.
“Mmmm,” Chris moaned in response, taking Vin’s length into his mouth as he continued to massage Vin’s entrance with his fingers.
“Oh, Goddamn, Chris! Ya gotta – !”
Chris lifted his head and looked into Vin’s blue eyes. “I gotta what?”
“Come inside me. Please,” Vin pled.
Chris stared at the beautiful sight before him, smiled and then nodded.
Vin cried out as he felt himself filled, sated, joined by Chris.
“God, yes,” Chris whispered, moaned as he thrust in and out of his lover.
The two men moved in sync, each anticipating the other’s pleasure. It was as if the two had been made for each other, had been lovers all their lives.
When at last they couldn’t keep their excitement contained, both men shouted their releases, their names, their love. Chris collapsed, lying gently on Vin’s smooth chest. Near silence followed, only their breaths, heavy in the air, calming their bodies, could be heard.
After a minute or so, when he had his wits about him again, Vin’s hand found its way into Chris’s hair and stroked through it. He grabbed it and pulled Chris’s head up, letting the green eyes meet his own. “Love ya, Cowboy,” he said.
“You, too.”
END