Where Do We Go From Here? by mcat

September 23, 2006

This was written for Marnie.

"So where do we go from here?"

Chris looked at Vin, the young tracker leaning against a support beam outside the small Tascosa, Texas schoolhouse/church/courthouse. Today it had been the last on the list - courthouse.

A year after Chris had shot and killed Eli Joe, saving Vin's life, but killing the man that had set Vin up on murder charges, forcing him into a life on the run for the past two years, Vin had found vindication.

Jess Kinkaid's wife had finally come forward after "accepting Jesus into her life," and confessed that Eli Joe had paid her handsomely to keep her mouth shut about who had really killed her husband.

She had found her way to Four Corners, having heard Vin might be there, gave a sworn statement to Judge Travis and promised to say the same in front of the Texas Courts. Which she did.

All charges against Vin Tanner were dropped. Wires were to be sent to as many towns as possible, telling local law enforcers thus, instructing them to destroy any and all wanted posters depicting him.

Chris rolled Vin's question over in his mind again. Where should they go? They could go anywhere they wanted. Hell, they could stay right here in Tascosa, if they wanted. Where the ladies don't get much livelier... Chris smiled at the memory. But to Vin, he said, "Sky's the limit, Vin."

Vin smiled back at Chris and looked out upon the street. The town wasn't much different than Four Corners. Same amount of people, same types of businesses. The only difference was that this town was full of strangers.

"I think I'd like to go home," Vin said.

Chris nodded. "I don't think I ever did ask you where you're from - where you grew up. Is it far from here?"

"I ain't talkin' 'bout Oklahoma, Chris," Vin corrected. "Not where my ma is buried, not with the Comanche, or even Kiowa. I'm talkin' 'bout home. Four Corners. Your place."

Chris ducked his head, hiding his blush. He'd been hoping Vin would want to come home with him. But since Vin had missed out on so much in the past few years, not being able to visit any family, friends or places because of the damned bounty, he figured Vin would want go somewhere other than Four Corners.

When he finally raised his head he met Vin's gaze and said, "Our place, Vin." When he saw Vin's surprised look, he continued, "We can raise those horses together, now. Both our names on the deed, on the brand registration, on..."

"I get it," Vin interrupted, smiling.

"So how 'bout we celebrate?" Chris suggested, raising a mischievous eyebrow.

"Whatcha got in mind, Cowboy?" Vin asked, his voice low and husky.

"Oh, I think I can come up with a few things we'll both like."

"Meet you up in your room?"

"I'll be there in ten."

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Within five minutes, Vin was waiting in Chris's room. Impatiently. Hand on his gun, he turned his head at the sound of the door opening. He smiled when Chris entered.

"Impatient much?" Chris asked with a chuckle.

"When I know I'm waitin' on somethin' good," Vin replied.

Chris made sure the door was locked behind him before advancing on his friend. He leaned in and after gently caressing the tracker's face, kissed him. "Waitin's over," he said and kissed him some more.

Vin answered with a groan. "God, Chris, what you do to me," he sighed.

"What do you want me to do to you?"

"Anything. Anything you want. That's what I want."

"Take your clothes off, Vin," Chris whispered.

Vin obeyed.

When both men were naked, Vin backed up toward the bed, bringing Chris with him. When his body touched the soft mattress, he laid back and spread himself out. "Come an' get me, Cowboy," he whispered.

Chris moved forward and knelt on the bed, between Vin's outstretched legs. He smoothed his hands up those legs towards Vin's groin, his lips following in their wake.

"Yeah, that's it, Chris. Little further now..." Vin urged.

When Chris finally touched Vin's cock, gently grasping the thick, heavy organ, Vin couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. And then he let out a loud gasp as Chris put his tongue on it and sucked it into his mouth.

"Oh, shit, Cowboy... yeah... suck me... aaaahhh..."

"Mmmmm," Chris hummed around Vin's cock. Then, taking a break, asked, "Like that, huh? Want some more?"

"You don't start suckin' me again right fast, Cowboy, an' I'm gonna reach for my gun!"

Chris smiled and obliged, much to Vin's satisfaction.

After a few minutes of Chris's sucking, licking and nipping Vin's cock, the tracker called the actions to a halt. "Chris, stop, wait," he begged.

"Vin?"

"Turn around, Chris," he said. "I want you, too."

Chris nodded, then turned his body around; straddled Vin's. He let out a gasp of his own when Vin grabbed onto his cock, gave hit a few strokes and pulled it into his mouth. Chris then bowed his head back down and took Vin back into his mouth, sucking him in and out in the rhythm Vin was now setting.

With both men giving and receiving, it didn't take long to reach their climaxes, each one greedily swallowing the other's cum.

Chris carefully rearranged himself, turning his body so he could look Vin in the eye. Vin leaned toward him and kissed him, pushing his tongue in, tasting himself.

"Can't put to words how good that felt, Chris," Vin whispered.

"Because you're a free man now? No more looking over your shoulder?"

"That's part of it. Maybe more because of knowin' I'm gonna go home with you. Be with you. Full partners; for everybody to see."

"Full business partners for everybody to see," Chris repeated, his tone sad.

"I know, Chris. But that's more than we had, right? No one else's business what else we got."

Chris smiled and kissed Vin. "Come on, the night's young. We got some more celebrating to do before heading home tomorrow."

"Take me home tonight, Cowboy," Vin said, pulling Chris on top of him.