(sequel to "The Celebration")

RATING OR WARNINGS: NC-17 for the graphic description of male-male sex.

Buck lay in the darkness, enjoying the gentle clack and rattle of the train and the feel of the soft mattress under him. He sighed contentedly. They were going home, finally.

And they were traveling in style, the "Countess" having bought them passage on one of the best private cars available to rent on the Southern Pacific Railroad. The private car came with a large bed, an ornate armoire, and was sectioned off to create a second room with a bathtub. There was even storage space for several traveling trunks.

He smiled to himself, imagining the surprised look on the others' faces when the rest of Ezra's trunks showed up in Four Corners, having been shipped with a valet escort a month before they had left Denver themselves. The gambler had picked up new clothes, furniture, and several other items that couldn't have fit on the train car itself.

Maude, happily ensconced in her latest persona, was off on a nearly year-long trip across Europe, which she hoped would be more than she had ever imagined it could be – and her imagination was pretty damned big. She planned to meet royalty, scientists, scholars, clergy and performers of all kinds, and spend days and nights seeing sights she never knew existed. She would, she told them, stay in castles and palaces, met rich and poor and everything in-between with the traveling show she had associated herself with.

But ten months was a long time, and neither Buck nor Ezra had any desire to accompany her. In fact, Wilmington was ready to go home, and guessed Ezra was as well.

While they had waited to leave, he and Ezra had talked often about what they would do once they were back to Four Corners. They had enough money to do whatever they wanted to now, thanks to the poker money they had won while playing in several high stakes games with Maude. And Ezra had added to his winning with a string of gambling triumphs of his own. The gambler said he planned to build his small fortune into a large one with smart investments once they had returned home.

But they hadn't really come to a decision about what to do with the cash they had left. Instead, they had agreed to wait until they reached Four Corners before making any final decisions.

Buck had to admit that he was looking forward to starting a new life – whatever it turned out to be – and that, he knew, was a large part of the reason he was looking forward to reaching the small town he called his home. But that was only part of it.

For some reason he still couldn't fathom, Ezra had been reticent about them making love while they had been in the hotel in Denver. Well, after that first night, anyway. He grinned, still remembering the feathers and their amorous evening when they had celebrated their big win in the Honeymoon suite.

Granted, they hadn't really had much time alone after that night; it seemed that someone was always knocking on their door, letting them know the Countess wanted them, or someone had invited them to another poker game. So, for ten days Buck had had to make do with an occasional willing woman, or his own hand.

He fervently hoped that being back home would mean he and the gambler could pick up their still-developing physical relationship, provided, of course, Ezra wanted to.

Buck reached down, absently rubbing his flaccid cock through the soft flannel of his nightshirt. He decided he would wait until they reached Four Corners before making any move on that front. Ezra should be feeling more like his old self by then.

"Buck?"

He swallowed thickly and squeezed his half-erect cock before he said, "Yeah, Ez?"

"Are you awake?"

He rolled his head to the side and stared at his lover, who was lying on the other side of the large bed. "Of course I'm awake. If I wasn't awake, I wouldn't be answerin' you, now would I?"

The gambler was quiet for a moment, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, but then he said, "I find I'm feeling rather… chilled. Would you mind terribly if I moved closer to you?"

Buck's heart picked up speed. Maybe he wouldn't have to wait until they reached Four Corners after all. "Uh, sure, Ezra," he said, forcing his hand away from his aching cock.

Ezra quickly shifted, snuggling up next to the ladies' man, who wrapped his arm around him when he shivered. "Damn, Ez, you are cold," he said, surprised.

"I told you quite plainly I was," the gambler replied, shivering again and snuggling closer.

"Hold on." Buck slipped out of bed and added some coal to the small brazier, then returned to the bed and pulled Ezra to him. He rubbed his hand over the man's back and held him close, waiting for him to warm up.

After several minutes, Ezra reached up and rested his hand on Buck's chest. He could feel the subtle pounding of the dark-haired man's heart beneath his fingers and a shudder passed though him, making his balls tingle with longing.

"Still cold?" Wilmington asked him, frowning with worry. "Are ya feelin' poorly?"

"No, I'm fine, I assure you. And I am feeling warmer," Ezra replied, beginning to rub his palm in broad strokes over Buck's chest, although he was careful not to brush against the raised nipples. His hand moved over the man's shoulders and hips, the realization that his friend was hard making his own cock start to throb with anticipation.

"I'm not cold, Ezra," Buck said thickly. "No need for ya to do that."

Taking Wilmington's hand in his own, the gambler drew the man's fingers to his lips, and one kiss became many.

"Ez, what the hell's gotten into to you?" Buck asked airily.

"I am not certain I can say," Ezra admitted huskily. "I was just lying here, thinking about how it used to be between us…" He trailed off.

"Touch me," Buck invited softly.

His hands trembling slightly, the gambler slipped the buttons on Buck's nightshirt open and pushed the material off the man's chest. His hand roamed over Buck's skin, finally daring to gently tease at the hard nipples.

Buck groaned softly and reached for the other man, pulling him closer.

They lay in silence for a short time, their bodies pressed tightly together, Ezra's face resting against Buck's neck.

Wilmington stroked Ezra's back, kneading the skin under the flannel nightshirt. There was nothing erotic in the intent, just loving comfort.

The gambler continued to rub his hand over Buck's chest as well, the two of them just enjoying the warm closeness.

They lay like that for a long time, turning slowly to face each other, their hearts beating against each other's chests. Then Ezra whispered, "Buck, I… I want to feel you inside me again. Would you be so kind as to do that for me?"

"O' course I will," Buck managed to say, his cock swelling full so quickly it left his mind reeling.

Ezra raised his head and kissed Wilmington, his lips pressed gently to the other man's. Then he did it again, more passionately, slipping his tongue inside Buck's mouth. His pelvis began to grind against his lover's thigh. The big rogue could feel Ezra's cock thickening and getting harder.

Before long, the gambler was frantically humping Buck's belly, mashing his now-erect cock against his lover's body with wild abandon.

"Easy, take it easy, stud," Buck soothed. "I'll take care of that for you, I promise." He pushed the gambler back and slid out of bed. Pulling off his nightshirt, he tossed it onto a chair. The car was comfortably warm now and he pulled open the drawer of the bed-side stand, taking out a small bottle of oil.

"It's warm now, pard," he said. "Kick the covers off."

Ezra did as he had been asked, grateful that the air caressing his skin was touched with heat from the brazier. He slipped out of his nightshirt as well.

Buck offered his hand, and the gambler took it, letting his lover pull him up off the bed. When he was standing in the car next to the bed, Buck dropped to his knees and pressed his lips to Ezra's belly, just above the dark brown curls at his groin, then let them slide down to his cock and out along the rigid shaft to the dripping knob. He looked up at Ezra through his long eyelashes, his expression almost angelic. Then he lunged forward and swallowed the man to the balls, literally taking the gambler's breath away.

Standish cried out his pleasure and slumped over Buck, his belly pressing against the dark-haired man's forehead, his cheek against the ladies' man's shoulder. He began to shake as he was suckled.

Buck pulled back when he thought Ezra might be close, forcing his lover to straighten, then gave the gambler's cock a squeeze at the root. He directed the gambler to turn around and face the bed, then opened the bottle and poured some of the oil into his palm. From his position, kneeling on the floor of the car, Buck parted Ezra's ass and touched the man's silky soft pucker. He massaged the oil into the man's crack and tried to probe the tight hole.

The gambler grunted.

Buck pushed again, gently. Feeling the resistance still there, he pushed again. On the third try he breached the gambler's defenses and slipped inside the silken heat. He stirred his finger around and felt Ezra's sphincter grab his knuckle, flex, and then relax.

Buck pulled his finger free and stood. He caressed the man's ass cheeks and tailbone, and then moved down the deep cleft of his crack. As he went lower, Ezra bent forward so he was leaning against the bed, his hands pressed flat against the soft surface, which spread his cheeks, giving Buck better access.

Wilmington gently probed the tight pucker again, then rubbed oil over the opening, his touch light and teasing until he felt the hole dilate and begin to grab at his finger as he rubbed over the opening.

Still standing behind Standish, Buck rubbed the gambler's back, his shoulders, and his sides even as he continued to massage his hole. When Ezra moaned and pressed his hips back, Wilmington pressed two oil-coated fingers into the hot chute, stretching the ring of muscle. He glanced down at his own cock, which was so hard it arced, the head pointing slightly up, making it the perfect tool for cracking Standish's most intimate safe.

When the gambler was nicely loosened up and slick, Buck wrapped his arms around him, rubbing his cock along Ezra's crack while he massaged the man's chest, pulling and squeezing his nipples. He continued humping Ezra's crack as his hands shifted course and rubbed across Ezra's belly and, finally, took hold of the man and jacked his hard cock.

The gambler flexed his cheeks and groaned his willingness to be ridden to the edge, and over, into bliss.

Buck grinned and poked his thick, hard cock between the gambler's legs, bouncing the head off Ezra's balls a few times.

"Buck, please," the gambler begged, his voice rough with need.

Wilmington took his cock in his hand, guiding it to the superheated pucker that offered entry into Ezra's body. He thrust forward carefully and sank in deep. He drove his hips forward again and impaled the gambler to the hilt.

Once fully buried in the tight passage, he stopped, waiting as Ezra breathed deeply, relaxing and accepting the penetration. He moaned softly when Buck pushed himself just a little deeper inside his chute, the muscles dancing across his back, but it was a sound of pleasure, not pain.

Buck began to slowly pump his hips, his hands traveling over the gambler's torso, kneading his warm flesh. Slowly, Ezra's breathing grew ragged and irregular, but the ladies' man waited, leisurely stroking Standish's ass and rubbing his taut belly, anticipating a sign.

And then it came.

Ezra reached back and roughly gripped Buck's hips. He began pushing him back and then drawing Wilmington deep inside of him. "Hard," he growled. "Hard, Buck."

Buck clamped his hands on Ezra's shoulders and starting driving, pumping in and out of him, sinking deep into the heat, then withdrawing every gleaming, veiny, bloated inch of his cock so he could see the fuck as well as feel it.

"Oh, yes," Ezra hissed. "Yes. Hard. Yes."

Buck pulled the gambler back against his body with a loud smack and began kissing and nibbling the ridge of his shoulder. The he reached down, grabbing the smaller man's cock in one hand, and one of his nipples in the other. He twisted the hard nub and jerked on Standish's prick, making Ezra writhe and dance there in the private car, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, riding Wilmington's cock.

The heat grew, intensified, becoming unbearable for Ezra. "Buck," he gasped. "Buck, stop. I can't."

It took a supreme effort, but the ladies' man stilled his hips and hands and asked, "Ya can't what, Ezra?"

"I cannot stand one moment longer."

Buck jerked out and caught his lover as his knees buckled, helping him onto the bed.

Ezra rolled onto his back, eyes closed, gasping for breath, cock leaking like a spring.

Wilmington followed him onto the bed, then lifted the gambler's legs and rested them over his shoulders. Then, grabbing his own steely rod again, he guided it back to the grasping pucker and speared himself back into the man's tight heat. With his eyes closed, he leaned over and kissed Ezra's face, his lips gently pressing against his lover's mouth… his eyes… his hair.

Standish shook with desire. Buck had never been so tender with him and it excited him beyond his wildest imagining. But he wanted something else. "Give it to me, Buck," he demanded harshly. "Give it to me."

Wilmington's thrusts picked up speed, and Ezra rocked his body in time with them. He squeezed his ass muscles hard around Buck's thick root, demanding more.

Buck kissed Ezra again, this time shoving his tongue inside the warm mouth as he plowed the man's ass with deep, quick thrusts, his cock pulling almost completely out and then plunging all the way in on each down-stroke. The gambler jerked his hips hard, wanting all Buck could give him, and more.

"Yes. Oh, yes," Ezra moaned.

Buck cried out his orgasm, pounding the rhythm of it deep up Ezra's ass, spewing his seed, thick and creamy, into his clutching chute. When he was done, he collapsed on top of the gambler, fighting to catch his breath.

"My turn, Mr. Wilmington," Standish growled dangerously, grabbing Buck and forcing him over onto his belly. He lifted the man's hips and spread his cheeks. The pucker he found there was more inviting than Ezra could have believed. He reached down, squeezing his already slick cock and hoped it would be enough.

"Ez, wait," Buck gasped, but his lover was beyond hearing him.

Ezra positioned himself, took a deep breath, and made one quick thrust, crying out as he entered the tight ring of heat. Unable to stop himself, he jerked his hips hard again, sinking himself deeper.

Buck squirmed and panted, trying to escape the abrupt, painful invasion, but the gambler held him in place, plunging in all the way to the root before he tried to stop and let his partner adjust.

"Oh, God. I'm sorry," Ezra gasped, his hips almost immediately beginning to pump with short, savage thrusts. "I'm sorry… I cannot… stop… I'm sorry."

Buck moaned in pain, but the searing agony was replaced with pleasure a moment later, the gambler's cock slamming into his prostate, swelling his own cock again.

"Oh yes… Yes, exquisite," Standish growled lowly, the pressure in his balls building and building until it felt like he was going to explode. Shaking with need and desire, he squeezed Buck's hips as tightly as he could and ravaged the man's hole with impossibly hard, swift strikes.

"Oh… Oh… Damn, Ez," Buck whined, wiggling and jerking. "You've got it, you got it!" He gave a short shout of almost pure anguish, and then his ass muscles were clenching at the gambler's cock as he came for a second time.

Standish howled his own release, slamming his cock in as far as he possibly could, firing shot after shot of his seed deep into Buck's bowels. He grunted as his hips rammed forward with each blast, forcing the ladies' man face into the mattress.

The gambler dropped back onto his heels, dragging Buck back with him since his cock was still fully buried in the dark-haired man's ass, and gasped for air. When he tried to pull out, he found he was still too hard, and Buck was still tight.

Reaching out, he tenderly stroked Wilmington's cheeks, saying, "God, Buck, I am so sorry. Did I wound you?"

"Mmm," was the slurred reply, "just for a little bit there."

The gambler's heart raced. "Oh my God. I'm sorry. Buck–"

"Ya more 'n made up for it, stud."

Ezra continued to stroke Buck's cheeks, but his gaze was locked on where he disappeared into the man's body. He reached in and ran his fingertip along the connection. Buck's sphincter constricted, squeezing the root of the gambler's cock even tighter.

Both men moaned.

"I'm buried inside of you," Ezra said softly, still staring.

"I know. I can feel every inch of ya… Feels good, too."

The gambler closed his eyes and moaned softly, his hands moving over Buck's cheeks, hips, and back. The warmth that sheathed his cock did feel so good. He reached in and traced the connection a second time, making Wilmington's muscles contract again.

Ezra rose up off his heels, lifting Buck's butt up as well. Holding his lover's ass tight against him, the gambler began to circle his hips as he rocked back and forth.

Buck sighed, reveling in the feel of Ezra's cock shifting inside of him with the movement. Feeling the thick cock wedged inside of him, moving, quickly ignited his excitement again. He reached down and fondled his own cock, still slippery with oil and come, until he started to stiffen again. In his ass, he could feel the gambler's poker swelling too.

"Oh, yes," Ezra whispered. "You are so terribly hot inside… So wonderfully tight… It feels as though I'll be trapped inside you forever."

Buck groaned, tucking his hips in so he pulled himself off Ezra's cock halfway, then he pressed back, forcing him fully inside again.

"Oh yes," Standish gasped, knowing he was going to come if Buck did that again. He jerked out of the tight heat, his cock coming free with a loud, wet pop.

Buck yelped and scrambled around to glower at his lover.

"Too close," the gambler gasped, squeezing the base of his cock to stop the orgasm that threatened. That was when Buck grabbed him, forcing him down onto his back and flipped him over onto his belly.

"Want to see how it feels?" Wilmington hissed into Ezra's ear as he pried the man's cheeks apart, his cock immediately shoving hard against the man's opening.

Ezra whimpered, but he wasn't afraid of what Buck was about to do. He was only afraid that he would come as soon as the man forced his way in.

Buck jerked the gambler's hips up and back, popping his knob inside the tight ring of muscle. Ezra yelped, his hips jerking forward to escape the sudden flash of pain, but Buck had anticipated the move and he grabbed the gambler's hips at the same time, driving himself all the way into the man's chute with one violent thrust. He held Ezra tight against his groin, grinding himself as hard as he could against the man's splayed cheeks.

Ezra moaned, his hips beginning to hump and grind back with equal force, his balls getting mashed against Buck's. Then the ladies' man jerked his hips back, pulling free except for his swollen knob. Ezra whimpered again, trying to impale himself back onto the hard rod, but Buck wouldn't let him.

"I'm not gonna let ya have it, Ez," he whispered.

"Buck," the gambler moaned into the mattress. "Buck, please."

"Please what?"

"Please, give it to me… Please, let me have it, Buck."

Wilmington reached down and took the gambler's balls in his hand, fondling them, squeezing and pulling.

"Buck, please," Ezra almost sobbed.

Wilmington pressed in an inch more. "Is that what ya want, Ez?"

"Yes. Oh, please, yes. More."

Buck's eyes were bright with excitement as he positioned the gambler's ass right where he wanted it. Standish was still lubed and he knew he could do what he wanted to do without hurting the man. "This?" he asked, pumping in another inch.

"Yes. Yes, Buck. Please, fuck me. Fuck me."

Wilmington held the gambler's hips in place and jerked out all the way.

"No!" Ezra wailed.

Without hesitation, Buck rammed back into the gambler's ass, impaling him fully with one powerful thrust.

Ezra's hips jerked wildly as he moaned, "Yes, yes, oh, yes." His climax was so close.

Buck pumped the hot, tight hole savagely, growling low in his chest as he did. One hand reached around and grabbed Ezra's cock, jerking it just as hard as he was pumping the man's ass.

Standish barked, "Fuck!" and started coming, his seed bubbling over Buck's hand.

The ladies' man continued to ravage his lover's hole even after Ezra had finished coming, the gambler's muscles grasping at Wilmington's prick as it slid along the silky chute. His own climax began to build as he kept up the fierce pace. He could hear Ezra start to grunt each time he sank in all the way, his body quaking as Buck's cock rubbed over his prostrate, but he had nothing left to give.

Buck felt the heat begin to build in his aching balls and knew it wouldn't be long now. He pumped harder, faster, then stabbed Ezra as deeply as he could and shot his load into his bowels, grunting and growling like a wild animal, his hips twisting in tight circles that kept him embedded to the hilt. When he finally finished, he left his cock buried in his lover as he rained light kisses across Ezra's sweaty back. And when he softened enough, he carefully withdrew.

Both men collapsed onto the bed, catching their breaths after a few minutes.

"Was that too hard?" Buck asked the gambler.

Standish rolled his head side to side, saying, "No. God. It felt… magnificent."

"Yeah, I know exactly what ya mean."

They both giggled like little boys.

"Come on," Buck said, rolling off the bed and padding to the chamber pot to relieve himself. Ezra was right behind him.

Buck grabbed one of the towels and wiped himself off, some of the gambler's seed oozing from his ass when he bent over to wipe the backs of his thighs. He handed Ezra a second towel to do the same.

When they returned to the bed they climbed under the covers and curled up together, arms and legs entwined.

"Why wouldn't you do that while we were at the hotel?" Buck asked him. "I was about ready to go crazy, wantin' you."

"After that first night… I believed the wait would make it all the better," the gambler said.

"That's it?" Buck almost squeaked.

"That's it."

"And here I thought you were afraid of gettin' caught."

Ezra chuckled. "Well, that crossed my mind as well. I don't think Mother would approve."

Buck grinned. "Guess we'll just have to make up for the lost time… Made a damned good start on that tonight."

"I just hope that this is a slow train," Ezra replied. "I was just getting started."

"Just gettin' started, huh?" Buck said, grinning and wagging his eyebrows. "Gonna be an interesting trip!"

"Indeed it shall be, Mr. Wilmington. Indeed it shall be."

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Author's Note: This story first appeared in the Mag 7 zine, Seven Card Stud #4, published by Neon RainBow Press, Cinda Gillilan and Jody Norman, editors. Art by Shiloh (shigal13@excite.com)