First story in the Colliding Feelings series.
Chris/Vin, Buck, Ezra
This is a first time story, the first in a series. I had this image of four of the seven gorgeous guys getting involved in an intricate dance around - eh - well, sex! Hot sex. But Chris Larabee had other ideas. Basically, he isn't a frivolous person and I'm afraid he has sent this into another direction than I anticipated. I hope it will still be fun to read.
The brawl had come to an end. The saloon floor lay covered in upturned furniture and knocked down cowboys and between it all stood the seven peace keepers of Four Corners. Inez had taken one look at the carnage and had thrown her hands in the air, muttering choice oaths even these seven men blanched to hear."It's your mess," she had told them blistering before disappearing through the back door behind the bar. "Clean it up!"
Josiah was grinning broadly. "Brothers," he stated, "I have the impression Inez isn't very pleased with us at the moment."
"Who could blame her?" Ezra asked, looking around with as much disgust as Inez had. "Oh no, my cards! I had no time to get them all together and back in my pocket when Mister Larabee and Mister Wilmington decided to throw this party!"
Vin heard Buck's booming laughter, but more importantly, he heard Chris' quiet chuckle and turned around, wanting to see the man.
BIG mistake!
There Larabee stood, his hands leaning on one of the few chairs still standing, hat lost somewhere in the melee so the sunlight creeping in could do a good job of highlighting his golden blond hair. But the worst was how he was standing bent over to do his leaning, with his back a little towards Vin and one foot slightly before the other. It made for a very, very nice view of his ass.
No long black duster to hide the result of that stand, the firm ass invitingly backwards, his black pants clinging tightly to the curves of it, revealing everything and nothing.
God, where was that duster when you needed it! There ought to be a law against that short black jacket, which left everything right there to be seen, Vin thought, managing not to lick his lips.
He didn't manage to stop his cock from reacting and suddenly his pants felt two seizes too small.
A noise to his right warned him. He looked aside just long enough to see Buck's fist coming straight at him. Too late to duck - and soon he was laying between the cowboys who were starting to wake up, stirring and moaning.
What the hell?
Buck was leaning over him now, his mustache uncomfortably close to his ear and his whiskey laced breath surrounding him. "I ever see you look like that at him again, I kill you," the ladies man whispered. Then he was up and gone, leaving Vin behind stunned and Buck's fist had nothing to do with that.
"You need a hand up?"
Worried green eyes. Still a bit dazed Vin accepted the hand held out to him, when Nathan interfered.
"Chris, I wanna see to him first. Why'd he suddenly topple over? Ain't a good sign."
"He didn't suddenly topple over Nate, he got hit."
"Hit? But them cowboys are all still down! Waiting for us to get out so they feel safe 'bout getting up."
"Buck," Chris answered flatly, looking at Vin imploringly. Vin stared back, ready to tell Chris he'd better mind his own business. Before he could utter the words, Chris' eyebrow raised and a moment later the batwing doors were slamming shut behind him.
O hell, couldn't Larabee for once just use words?
"Chris?" Nathan called, "Chris? Shit, where did he go off to? Vin, did Buck really hit you down?"
"Y... yeah." Vin came up gingerly, he didn't want to lose his head in the process. Damn thing felt as if it could fall of any minute now.
"He really did? But why?"
Vin glared at the healer. What a stupid question was that? Like he would ever tell anyone!
Made him think though. He knew what Buck had said, but why had he hit him? Why really?
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"What was that all about?"
"Don't wanna talk 'bout it, Chris."
"Well, I do!" Chris savagely grabbed Buck's arm and pulled him around. "So tell me, 'cause I'm this close to beat it out of you!"
Buck looked at his friend. He was still wired and ready to punch, but it wasn't Chris he wanted to punch. Or maybe it was after all. How could the guy be so observant and yet so thick headed and blind about some things?
Yep, he wanted to knock the bastard down, jump him and, and....
Hastily Buck looked away before he'd let his eyes roam down that lean, hard body before him. Down to those tight black pants showing every curve, hiding nothing. He especially wanted to let his eyes roam to the slight bulge in the front.
Damn!
"Buck?" Chris was still pissed.
"It's personal," he said, refusing to look at his friend.
"I know it is! What'd he do? What.... Does this have to do with me, Buck?"
Why in hell had Chris asked him that? How had he come to that conclusion? Off all the things he'd wanted Chris to stay blind about, wouldn't you guess that that was the one thing he would manage to see? Damn!
The next instant he was shoved up the wall, Chris' arm in a choke hold against his neck, Chris' body pressed close to him and Chris' face, with those amazing eyes shooting daggers at him, only inches away.
With a supreme effort of will Buck managed not to plunge forward and take those lush lips in a brutal kiss. His dick didn't let itself be controlled so easily and tried to find a way up and especially against the black clad thigh pressed against him.
Shit, he needed to do something fast!
So he blurted out the first thing he could think off that would make Chris back away. "Don't you see how Vin looks at you? I thought that disgusted you? All those men always giving you those looks that mean 'I want you', you always say you hate it! But Vin, you just let him look at you like that all the time!"
It worked. Chris had let go of him as if thunderstruck and stepped back. The look in his expressive eyes was one of confusion though, not one of loathing towards Vin like Buck had expected. "What you saying, Buck?" he asked, staring at him until the ladies man felt ready to start squirming.
Fuck you anyway, Larabee!
No, wrong thing to think, his dick had immediately gotten even harder!
"You heard me," he managed to grit out, "All those stares you always get like the one that set off this brawl, you always get mad 'bout them. But you let Vin do it all the time!"
Chris' eyes narrowed. "Stares? What stares? Yeah, I get stares, the 'oh god, a gunslinger' stares, that hasn't made me mad in a long time! As for that cowboy, 'course I punched him, he wanted.... Oh! You think Vin wants to sleep with me!"
"Don't think sleep's exactly what that boy has in mind."
"Damn you, Buck! You really resent our friendship that much?" Chris asked furiously. "I know you don't like it, but I'd never expected this! It's low, Wilmington!" With a last, withering look he turned around and stalked away.
It hurt. Those words, that look, it hurt.
It didn't keep him from locking his eyes on Chris' retreating back. Well, not exactly his back, more a bit down south. Where those tight black pants were clinging to an equally tight ass and long, lean legs.
God, where was Chris' duster? There ought to be a law against Chris Larabee without that duster to cover him up!
He needed to find Daisy. He needed her real, real bad!
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Ezra had decided to indulge his curiosity. He'd seen the way Buck had planted his fist into Vin's head and he'd wanted to know what that was all about. So he'd followed Chris out of the saloon when he stormed after Buck and had seen the altercation between the two men. Although he was too far to hear anything, it did answer his question as to why Buck had acted like he had.
The man was following Larabee with a look in his eyes that was very much the same as Vin's when he gazed at the black clad gunslinger. He was almost drooling.
It was the same way he himself probably looked at Chris as well, he had to admit, licking his lips in appreciation when the man walked up to him and passed him within inches, only nodding curtly before going on his way. Ezra turned slightly to follow their unofficial leader with his eyes for as long as he could. He couldn't help it, he appreciated beauty too much not to.
He'd known about Vin's desires for a long time now. The man was probably riding with Larabee for the same reasons he was.
Hope.
Stupid, but there it was. The man had been married for Christ's sake, but that didn't stop him, Ezra P. Standish, to hope! Hope that maybe some day, some way, there was a chance to get his hands on that beautiful body. To get to kiss those lush lips and to lose himself in hot, sweaty sex with this astonishing man.
There were things after all that were worth getting sweaty for.
God, but he loved looking at the man, even if he did see him only dressed. Luckily Chris' choice of clothes set off his beauty. If only he'd get rid of that seraph! It hid way too much of that sexy body. He could live with the duster. The way it swirled around those long legs and fell open to expose Chris' body once you came in front of the gunslinger, yes, he could live with that. Although this short jacket was infinitely better, no doubt about it!
But the seraph! He'd heard it was a gift from Josiah.
He would never forgive Josiah for that, ever!
Chris had gone from sight after he'd walked back into the saloon and Ezra's eyes went back to Buck Wilmington. A Buck Wilmington who looked decidedly uncomfortable and who tried to adjust himself in his tan pants without anyone noticing. It brought a smile to Ezra's face, but also confusion.
He'd never expected this from the notorious ladies man. Not ever. He had to think about this new development some more.
In the mean time he was glad he didn't dress in those tight pants the rest was wearing. No pain at all while he walked to his room, where he could take care of business with his own hand. He would also need to contemplate about this whole situation. Because frankly, if these two men decided to go for the target, then his chances were probably non existent.
Not that he was ready to admit defeat even before things had really started. Not by a long shot! Besides, he only played to win and he would win this time as well.
2. AT THE CABIN
Chris finally located Vin in the livery, readying Peso."You going somewhere?" he asked softly. It made Vin jump almost out of his skin. A clear sign the man had been deep, very deep in thought.
"Chris. Thought I'd find myself some fresh air."
"Sorry 'bout the saloon, pard. I'd never thought Buck would...." Chris looked away, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
"Yeah, well, I guess he's a bit overprotective. Don't like the implication he gave that I would ever hurt ya, but I can appreciate him wanting to protect ya. He's like that with JD as well. He always been this way?"
Chris smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Vin, about, eh, well, what'd he say to you?"
Vin narrowed his eyes and looked at him with suspicion. Chris looked back steadily.
"What'd he tell you?" the tracker rasped, worry in his eyes now. It made Chris smile.
"The same," he stated, just knowing it was true.
"Chris...."
"No Vin, it's alright, I know Buck. I do! I'd never thought he'd resent my friendship with you this much though, that he'd tried to see something... more there. He eh, he's been protective of me in that area ever since the army."
"Army?"
"Yeah." Chris looked away again. Stupid, stupid to have brought that up!
"Chris?" Vin was suddenly standing close beside him, his breath warm against him. "Chris, what's wrong? What about the army?"
"Nothing. Just not many ladies around, so some men got antsy. I need some time out of here myself, you wanna come to my place?"
Without waiting for an answer he hastily went to Pony's stall and started putting his tack on his horse.
"Chris, you still comfortable with me around after, after Buck told ya he thought...."
Chris looked over his shoulder to Vin's silhouette against the light of the open livery door. The man was sloughing like he always did and it was impossible to discern the look on his shadowed face. It was still easy for Chris to read his nervousness.
His eyes narrowed. Tanner didn't really think he'd listen to Buck, did he? "Vin!" he growled.
"Alright, alright, sorry. I know y' ain't one goin' fer gossip and slander." The tracker visibly eased up and moved closer, close enough for Chris to see the big grin in the gloomy light of the livery.
"So?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, alright, I'm coming."
Chris grinned back. Good, it was still there, their friendship. Damn, but he wasn't going to stand around and have Buck ruin it, that was for sure!
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The ride out to the tiny cabin Chris had built some miles away from Four Corners was uneventful. The two friends hadn't said much, just enjoyed each other's company and the beautiful land they rode through.
"Sure is a beautiful place," Vin said once again when they stopped and looked down on Chris' property. "You do know how to pick good land."
"Yeah, good horse land," Chris confirmed. "Let's hurry up with these two and make some coffee."
They rode up to the corral and took care of the horses in quiet camaraderie. Life was good, Chris thought, looking around him and enjoying the company he kept. Life was finally getting alright again. He even enjoyed himself now, most of the time.
"Would be a good place to start over," Vin said softly behind him.
That brought a sudden pain to Chris' heart. Memories of his days as a married man overwhelmed him for a moment.
"Chris?"
"Just.... That's how we started, Sarah and me. With a little cabin on the property we got, very much like this. Kept adding to it every year until that first cabin was gone completely and we had a real house." Abruptly he picked up his tack and walked to the barn. There he took his time stowing everything away, knowing Vin would stay out until he'd composed himself again.
When he got out of the barn, the horses were in the corral, happily eating from the armfuls of grass Vin had collected and tossed inside. Quietly he walked over to Vin's side and for a moment they were watching the two horses in peace.
"Ya really could start all over again here, Chris," Vin finally said. "Ya know there's not a single woman in Four Corners who wouldn't wanna settle here if it includes you, Cowboy." The man chuckled and added, "and I ain't just talkin' 'bout the unmarried ones either."
He could only stare in shock at the tracker, until Vin started to grin. "Well, they do look Lar'bee. Don't tell me ya didn't notice. 'Specially the looks of a certain widow!"
"Ain't funny," he said softly, looking away. "Ain't like I didn't try to feel something back for Mary and in a way I do, but she ain't Sarah. Women, they always come short to Sarah. I know that's unfair, but that's how I feel. Won't be another one for me ever again, Tanner."
"Chris, ya can't mean that! You visit women, don't ya?"
"You know I do, working girls. No attachment, just a job for them and relief for me."
"Chris...."
"Drop it!" Chris stalked away, trying not to shout it all out. Damn, this hadn't been such a good idea after all. But who'd ever thought Vin would start about that, about him taking another woman again.
The thought just made him nauseas.
He was going to make some coffee and forget this whole lousy conversation.
Sarah....
He stopped before the small porch he'd built a few weeks ago, like he had so many years in the past for his beautiful wife. She'd wanted a porch more than anything and he'd smiled and made one. The first thing she purchased when they had some money, was a rocking chair to put on it. That rocking chair had still been theirs the night everything went up in asses.
He couldn't do it, couldn't take the steps inside.
Why was it so difficult to breathe all of a sudden?
Suddenly Vin was standing behind him. He felt the tracker's rough hands on his shoulders, kneading them, heard him murmur soothingly in his ear.
"Easy Chris, jist relax, let it go. Take easy breaths pard and make 'm deeper, try and breathe a bit deeper."
Chris tried and slowly the anxiety disappeared. He began to relax, enjoying the hands massaging his shoulders and neck, the soft soothing voice telling him to let it all go.
Sarah used to do that, when he was tense. She would massage his shoulders and neck and then, when he started to relax, her hands would go lower and lower. They would slip under his shirt and knead his back. Then they would go to the front of him and caress his chest. When she took his nipples between her fingers and softly started to squeeze, that was when his erection would spring to life.
Like now, resting against the strong chest behind him, feeling those loving hands playing with his nipples, one hand letting go and starting to rub his abdomen, lower and lower, slipping in his pants and going even lower, rubbing over his burgeoning cock until he could only gasp and widen his stance. She would slowly take her hand back out, like was happening now and unbutton his fly. Yes, slowly, teasingly, so all he could do was quiver in anticipation.
When the fly of his pants finally opened, his cock tried to jump out. Chris gasped when a hand closed around it and started to slowly pump. He fell back against the strong chest behind him, jutting his hips forward and widening his stance even more. He whimpered when the hand left his cock, but he wriggled along immediately to get his pants down when that hand was trying to peel them off.
Damn tight pants!
Finally they were down, hanging around his boots. A knee was pushed between his legs, so his naked ass was resting on one strong, buckskin clad leg. Something started to register in his brain, but then his dick was grabbed again and he could only gasp.
Kisses rained along his neck and shoulders. Softly teeth started to nibble and all Chris could do was moan.
It had been so long, so devastatingly long since anyone had touched him that lovingly, touched him to cherish him, to bring him happiness.
The hand on his chest played with his nipples again, first one and then the other. He felt how they stood out hard, like they hadn't been in a long, long time. The hand on his dick started pumping softly, a finger swirling around the head.
He was leaking now and the finger took the precum and swirled it around his tip. He opened his eyes and looked down at that hand around his dick, at that finger stroking him, stroking him and then pushing against his slit.
GOD!
He started to shake, unable to stop the hot, tight feelings soaring through his cock and into his belly. His cock spasmed in the hand holding it and suddenly the fingers were at the base, squeezing hard. He groaned in protest when his orgasm was effectively stopped, but before he could think of doing something about it a hot mouth was sucking lightly at the base of his neck and it was too much. The sensations coming from his nipples and neck, the intense pleasure throbbing through his cock... if it hadn't been for the strong warm chest behind him and the arm around him he would have fallen.
"Sssh, it's alright, I'll take care of ya," a soft voice murmured behind him. "I'll make sure it'll all come good, trust me."
Vin? What... Vin?
He shook his head, trying to get away the cobwebs, to understand what was happening, but at that moment the hand around his dick moved again and all he could do was try and keep breathing while his groin area took over completely.
It wasn't just his dick shaking in the hand that now softly, oh so teasingly softly caressed it. His whole body shook.
"Please," he whimpered.
"Ssh, 's alright. I'm gonna make it even better. Fer that I need ya to step forward jist a little. Come on, pull up them legs and step forward, I ain't lettin'go." As if to emphasize what the voice meant, the hand around his cock squeezed just enough to make him spasm, trusting his hips forward for more.
"First step up, then there's more," the soft drawl teased, pulling his cock forward to make him move along.
Whimpering Chris did it, he had no choice but follow that almost painful pull now that his cock was so hard he felt every breath of the wind going over it. While he stepped forward, he felt a restriction. Looking down he saw a boot was placed on his pants. The hand gently pulled his cock further forward and he had no choice but to drag his feet out of his boots and trouser legs. First one, then the other. Immediately a finger was swirling around the tip of his engorged shaft again, teasing the little slit once more until he was moaning in surrender.
He felt a pressure against his back and the soft voice whispered huskily. "Need ya to lean on the porch rail pard, need ya to do it now."
Chris did, unable to resist the soft pressure forward when it was all he could do not to sink to his knees. He leaned on the porch, the hand still teasing his dick. With the additional support of the rail, Chris started to move with the hand, trying to make the friction greater and faster. A soft growl was his answer and suddenly his legs were pushed open wide by a hard knee.
He felt the warm body lean over him, the hand teasing his dick mercilessly, stilling its movements the moment he tried to move on his own. The hand on his chest pinched a nipple hard and he yelped out with the sudden pain of it, making all the sensations even sharper.
"Let me!" the voice behind him growled. "Let me or I'll stop!"
With an effort Chris stopped moving and the hand took over again, caressing so slowly it was driving him mad. Then the hand on his chest was gone and suddenly he felt something between his ass cheeks. He jerked forward, a feeling of dread coming over him.
"No," he managed to whisper.
"Sss, ain't gonna do anything bad, jist wanna make ya feel even better. Sssh, it's alright Chris, trust me."
That voice, he did trust that voice, he trust it so much. "Vin, please," he begged, trusting forward with his hips, trying to satisfy his cock and escape the feeling of something in the crevice of his ass. "Don't...."
"Ain't gonna do nothing ya don't want Chris, jist gonna show ya something real good. I promise you'll like it.
Something was suddenly trust into his ass, something small and slender. He gasped, trying to get away, but it was too late, it was in there and the caresses on his dick were back full force, making it almost impossible to feel anything else.
To feel that finger wriggle inside, as if it was searching....
Oh God, the top of his shaft was squeezed and he couldn't, he couldn't, no, the bastard held his fingers around the base of his dick again!
Chris' whole body shook with the denial of coming and he started to get desperate. Urgently he moved, trying to free his dick.
Impaling himself on the finger inside.
"Shit!" he hissed, suddenly very, very unsure. Then the finger moved, he could feel it move inside him, caressing him there, deep inside, caressing....
He screamed and bucked, coming off the fence and throwing his head back.
God, what was that?
"Chris? Chris, ya okay? You want me to stop?"
"A... again!" he managed to grit out. "Again!"
The finger moved and he screamed again, a scream of raw passion even Sarah had never managed to invoke in him. All his nerve ends were on fire when that finger... touched... something in there. His cock was standing up ramrod straight, harder than a rock and then the finger found that spot again.
"OH GOD!"
And again.
And again.
Chris didn't know anything else anymore, only the intense sensations coursing through his entire lower body. Somehow he realized he was on his knees, legs still wide, a hand still clutching his dick, but most importantly that finger still working him inside, making him feel like he'd never felt before.
He couldn't even scream any longer, only pant while course after course of electricity charged through him, until finally it was too much and he came, shuddering, with his anus and his cock pulsing and twitching.
Even after he shot his load he still felt the pulsing in his groin and anus. It seemed as if his body couldn't stop the spasms.
"Good?" the soft rasp behind him asked.
"Oh God, Vin," he whispered. He sloughed backwards, let that warm chest and those strong arms now encircling his waist and chest hold him.
Hold him safe.
It felt right, even though he knew this was wrong, very wrong.
The arms kept cradling him and he leaned his head back on the bony shoulder behind him. He closed his eyes.
"I don't know what to do now, Vin," he whispered, softly.
"Don't have ta do anything, pard. Jist feeling ya, watching ya, I'm afraid I came right in m' pants."
It wasn't what Chris had meant, not at all, but those words brought a chill to him. No, he didn't know what to do about that either. And he didn't know if he had it in him to learn it. If he wanted to learn it.
If this was something he wanted....
He just didn't know, because he had never thought about it, ever.
This hadn't been casual though, it hadn't felt casual. It had felt like with Sarah for some reason. And it still did, with Vin's arms around him, Vin cuddling him and trailing soft kisses along his neck and shoulder, murmuring softly, soothingly.
He and Sarah had always cuddled as well, afterwards. Unable to let go of each other, wanting to be entangled for the rest of their lives.
This felt the same.
Only, it was Vin. It wasn't him cuddling Sarah, it was Vin cuddling him.
Suddenly feeling cold all over, Chris started to shiver. The warm, strong arms wrapped themselves all around them.
"Stop thinkin', Chris, jist fer once, stop thinkin'. You'll see, it'll all work out, it will."
He could only hope so.
God, he hoped so.
Because he had never felt so satisfied before in his entire life, not even with Sarah. And never so lost....
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Out between the trees two figures were looking down on the pair in front of the small cabin. Both had their hands in their trousers, caressing their now sticky dicks.
Both had seen what had happened and it had totally aroused them. Now they were turning their horses to go back to town.
They were totally unaware of each other, their minds swirling with the images they had just seen and swearing profusely about what had happened out there, before the small cabin.
Continues in Doubts and Fears