Summary: JD is sick and tired of being "The Kid" of the group and, after some whiskey and an ill-timed joking mood of Buck's, the younger man uses Vin as a sounding board which leads to something more. Something a lot more...
JD seemed to have worked himself up into a fine frenzy, nearly spitting with anger at what he perceived as being treated like a child by the rest. Sitting on a barrel round back of the saloon, Vin wondered why he was the target of this particular rant but waited patiently so his younger friend could get it all out. When the pacing ended and the words stopped flying, Vin began, "Kid...""That's it! That's what I mean!" shouted the incensed young man, accusingly pointing at Vin. "See?"
Sighing, Vin realized JD had a valid point. It was just that, in spite of everything that had happened and continued to happen to all of them, good and bad, JD had never lost that childish enthusiasm for life, that great big arm-spread-to-the-world love of everything about life, that it was sometimes hard to realize he was a man, not a boy. Calling him kid had just been a kind of mindless affection which he had truly not even realized could hurt his feelings. In fact, in the darkest nights he had sometimes wished he'd had a kid brother to take care of and pass things on to and share secrets with, but he had always been alone.
Now he was seeing JD with new eyes and it made him a little sad. "I'm sorry, JD. I never meant no harm calling you that."
Determined to be furious, JD stood frozen, chest heaving, eyes burning with obvious thoughts racing through his mind when Vin saw a sudden decision harden the black-stubbled jaw. With a flash of movement, JD swooped down, grabbed Vin's face, and kissed him hard. As suddenly as he'd struck, he backed off, still breathing hard, a look of desperate bravado on his face.
"What the hell, JD?"
"I'm not a kid!" Shaking with all the feelings roiling inside him, JD swayed a little, then cleared his throat, visibly trying to control himself.
"I know that. I know, JD," soothed Vin, trying to sort through his own reeling senses, but not really sure what was happening. Something inside him was melting, churning, awakening, and he didn't like it at all. Fear beaded sweat on his forehead and he felt one swollen drop slide down his temple, along his jaw to drip, tickling, onto his throat, sliding inside his shirt to roll down the middle of his chest. His awareness of his own body heated and it seemed to have taken ten minutes for those seconds which had passed since the feel of JD's hard mouth covering his own half-open lips.
"I'm not sorry I done that!" shouted JD defensively, fingers nervously plucking at his hat he'd jerked off his head.
"Why did you..."
No more words made it out as JD had returned, knocking Vin's hat so it hung by the leather, slapping his back as it came to rest there, feeling like a reassuring hand. A strong hand grabbed his jaw almost bruisingly tight and he closed his eyes, waiting for that mouth, tasting of whiskey, to cover his own again. The moment didn't come and he opened his eyes to see surprisingly lovely hazel eyes staring into his own, confused desire in them. The soft voice held bewilderment. "I don't know what's going on inside me, Vin. I don't have no idea what's come over me."
It seemed a little strange to be looking up at JD, a view he'd never really had before which made the shorter, younger man definitely in a dominating position. Vin's heart gave a little thud and he tried to avoid noticing the other reaction he was having. If he didn't think about it, JD might not notice it. Distraction might work. "JD, maybe if you wasn't to stand so close?"
Instead of backing off, JD braced his hands on either side of Vin on the barrel and leaned forward, this time closing his eyes and gently bumping his slightly open lips against Vin's cheek, then mouth. Relaxing as his eyes slowly closed, carrying the image of dark wings of hair into his mind and the feel of tender kisses, Vin let himself get just a little carried away from the dusty world in which he lived. Not understanding how JD's wild passion had turned to tentative sweetness, he gave up wondering and just started feeling, wrapping his hands around JD's forearms to anchor him and make sure the unexpected kissing continued.
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Dream or nightmare, JD was not sure which he was caught in. Starting the evening, he'd been stewing about how the guys still considered him a greenhorn no matter what he did or how many times he'd come through for them all. It had stuck in his craw now and nothing could dislodge it, no matter what he tried. Most of the guys had not been around tonight and Buck had just laughed at him and told him to go cool off, before going off with one of the women who always seemed to home in on Buck.
JD had not wanted to cool off. He'd wanted to pick a fight.
Wanting to avoid anyone from the saloon, he'd walked out the back in the dim light from a bloated moon, seeing a possible sounding board sitting conveniently in the alley tunelessly blowing on the harmonica he never really played. Vin Tanner. Picking a fight with Vin would be stupid. Besides, he admired Vin, though he knew there was no way in hell he could ever be anything like him. He'd never forgotten the day in the Seminole village when Vin had avoided shaking his hand but had patted him reassuringly on the back after letting him know Buck actually did like him. It had meant almost as much as Chris saying if he wanted to die young, he could stay.
All of that seemed so far away now.
He'd not meant to fly off the handle and yell at Vin, no more than he had ever imagined in his wildest dreams, he would kiss him. Apparently, this was all one of those wildest dreams and, God knew why, but Vin was actually kissing him back.
This was sick. It was insane. It was ... heaven.
It made him feel strong and in charge. Stepping closer, between Vin's spread legs, he pressed himself up against the other man and could feel the physical effect of what they were doing. Power surged through him and he felt every fiber which made him a man revel in the feeling of dominance racing through him. This man, tough as a weathered oak, was opening for him, making himself vulnerable, trapped, weak. Something he'd never known existed inside him wanted to savage, bite, take from this wild creature who was suddenly acting so tame. What was wrong with him?
Vin moaned into his mouth and the sound and feel of it sank through his chest, deep into his bones and settled somewhere between the base of his spine and the tip of his rapidly hardening cock. The feel of the other man's hands clenching into the muscles of his forearms triggered something violent and forceful within him. He had to mark this man. Had to make him his.
Thoughts of stallions taking mares raced behind his eyelids and he disengaged his mouth from the kiss, lightly sliding teeth down a scratchy jaw, pushing aside shirt and underclothes with his nose, then licked briefly before biting down on the juncture of sensitive skin between throat and shoulder.
Brutally, he pushed hard against the little arching of Vin's body in pain, moving one hand from the barrel and onto the other man's tense thigh, squeezing tightly, drawing the other man's body as close to him as possible. Releasing his teeth's hold on now bruised skin, he pulled his face back enough to look at this man he'd just hurt.
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Panting, Vin was having a hard time telling what hurt most, the hard teeth biting into the flesh of his neck or how hard his own aching cock was. Wondering how pain could feel so good, he opened his eyes when JD pulled back a little, though their bodies were still tightly pressed together. Something deep in JD's eyes scared him and made him want to submit to anything this man wanted. It made him want to bare his chest and expose his throat and belly, to lie down with his arms and legs outspread. And that was not at all like him.
It felt like his heart was quivering under a hardened nipple, surrendering to the pull of his cock reaching to be pulled, crushed, pumped, anything... God, anything at all, as long as it involved flesh to flesh and soon.
He slid his arms around JD, lightly caressed the small of the other man's back with his fingertips, then grasped his ass, pulling tight so there was not a breath of space between them. At the same time, he relaxed the rest of his body and let his head fall back against the wall behind him. Whatever came next was up to JD.
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JD could not believe it. Instead of shoving him away, Vin had become an open invitation. At this point it didn't matter that JD had never kissed a man before or never bitten anyone at all, there was no turning back. The time for thinking things out had long since passed and there was only one thing left. The drive to possess.
He backed up until he could pull Vin from the barrel, simultaneously pushing the taller man, who offered no resistance, down onto his knees in the dirt. One hand on Vin's shoulder, he used the other to rip his belt open, slide his pants part-way down, and pull out his cock, then aim it in the general direction of Vin's face. Hands curled around the backs of his thighs as Vin leaned forward and sucked him into his mouth.
Steadying himself by putting the other hand on Vin's other shoulder so he didn't have to support all his own weight on his shaking legs, something he didn't feel capable of right now, he just let the sensations flood his mind and body. Never had he imagined anything could feel so good. Whenever he had shamefully relieved his pressures himself, he'd gotten it over with as quickly as he could. This, he wanted to last forever.
A thought intruded into his pleasure. It was not going to last anytime at all if Vin kept this up and he wanted to do something he'd never until this moment thought of: taking this man like a woman.
Now, JD knew that was impossible... unless... was that even remotely possible? It had to be. If this man could take his cock into his mouth then what about... JD gritted his teeth to hold back so that point of no return would not commence. No, that couldn't work but damned if he didn't know he had to do it. Had to take Vin to possess him.
And that was all that mattered right now: possessing Vin Tanner.
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Vin was caught up in the wild energy pouring off JD. It had been a long time since he'd felt the urge to be taken, to be possessed, but he could tell that all this was new to JD. When he'd been young, it had bothered him that he'd desired and enjoyed being with both men and women but he'd learned to accept that about himself, like he'd accepted having a slender build and blue eyes like his mother or the six toes on his right foot and an untamable spirit like his father. All part of what made him, well, him.
Now he could feel the pounding of JD's heart through the pulsing of the cock in his mouth and he could tell the moment when the younger man realized there might be something else he could do. Releasing JD from his mouth, he looked up into speculative eyes and murmured around the taste of the man's one drop of essence which had been released so far, "Yes."
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JD nearly fell over when Vin's mouth said yes which made his legs weak and unable to hold him up. Yes meant Vin knew what he wanted and wasn't a stranger to any of this. For a moment, JD could just not wrap his mind around that knowledge.
Who? When? How long ago? Anyone they knew?
Thoughts flew through his head and he lost a little of his drive. Would Vin be comparing...?
"How?" he asked and was just a bit angry to feel like the feeling of power, of taking, had been pulled away out of his reach. Doubts arose and prodded at him. This was wrong, wasn't it? Wrong in every way.
It made him angry.
"You're a regular whore, aren't you?"
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Not expecting to be called names, Vin was more shocked when JD grabbed a handful of his hair in one hand and then slapped him hard enough to rock his head back and sideways. Being bitten was one thing but he was not going to be struck by anyone. Rapidly rising, he pulled JD's arms behind him, holding them there with all his might, then aggressively got right in the younger man's face. "You can take me. You can ride me like you are trying to escape the whole world, but you will not hit me. Not now. Not never. I won't abide bein' hit."
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Most of the fire having gone out of JD, he knew it had been crazy to think he could have played stallion to Vin's mare. What the hell was he doing? Reaching down to tuck himself back in now that he was only half as hard as he had been, he was stopped by Vin grabbing a hand and pulling it to his own hardness.
"You ain't plannin on leavin me like this, are ya? Not one of them cock teases, are ya?"
Whiskey fueled anger surged through him again, filling his own cock. "Are you... Are you kidding me? Tell me not to call you whore but you call me cock tease?"
"Deny it?"
Slamming Vin up against the barrel he'd been sitting on, he ripped the hat from around the already marked throat, fiercely glad to see he'd made another mark in a line there where the leather had rubbed hard. He tossed the hat into the alley. No one was going to call him a cock tease. If Vin wanted to be ridden like he'd said, JD was just the accomplished horseman to do it.
Only problem was he had no idea how.
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Not sure how he'd gotten himself into this, Vin was wondering why he was being so aroused by JD's uncharacteristic behavior. He'd known from the first time he'd met JD there was so much passion within that proud boy/man there were bound to be explosions. Now he was witness to one and he wasn't sure he could control it. He liked being in control in general but this wild night was getting to him. All the intensity of JD directed at him, all the anger and lust and hurt feelings were vibrating within Vin so hard, he found himself wanting to be the receptacle of it all. Not caring if it hurt or pleasured or destroyed them both, he wanted this as he hadn't wanted anything in a long time.
As crazy as it was, he was about to let JD do anything he wanted to him. Anything at all. And it excited him.
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Never having hurt anyone he liked on purpose before, JD didn't enjoy it but tonight he wasn't JD, but the man who wanted to fuck Vin, to show him he was a man, not a boy. A man who did what he said, not a cock tease.
The craziest thing was that Vin seemed to want the same thing. Throat tight, he voiced his problem. "You said I could ride you. What did you mean?"
"I think you might have a notion since you know the lord didn't make men and women the same. Don't have to do much thinking to figure it out."
"Just find the thought hard to believe."
"Well, it ain't easy."
"But...how?"
Grinning, Vin pulled a small tin from his jacket. "Gun grease."
"What in hell?" Now, this was really too far. What did a tin of grease have to do with the fire Vin had lit inside him?
"It keeps your gun parts workin all nice and smooth, well, it'll keep our parts workin smooth too."
That's when the light sputtered full on for JD and it finally made sense to him. Not knowing it was possible, he felt his cock jump just a little tighter. If this kept up, he was sure it would explode.
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Surprisingly enough for Vin, it had all gone quite smoothly and the few moments of discomfort and pain had been brief. The familiar rhythm was building and his own hand knew exactly what pressure to apply to his own cock so heaven was approaching, he could feel it starting in the base of his spine heading out.
"Hold out, JD." Vin's voice was strained. "Let me come first."
"I don't think I can..."
"You will never regret it if you can."
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JD gritted his teeth, trying to do as Vin had suggested when he felt himself gloriously and forcefully squeezed inside the man beneath him. He had just enough time to be amazed at how good it felt before his own stormy climax took him beyond thought.
Feeling as if all his insides had forced their way out of the head of his cock, JD panted weakly, mouth rubbing against Vin's smooth sweat-sheened back. The salty taste was the best thing he thought he'd ever tasted and he felt like he was melted and without strength at the same time as he felt like he could hold up the entire globe that was the world.
"JD? You all right?"
"I think I'm dead."
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Vin chuckled. "And I'm gonna be, if you don't get off me."
"Sorry!" Quickly, JD pulled himself from Vin's body and stood, allowing the other man to unbend from the barrel. Suddenly awkward, the younger man furiously wiped himself off with his neckerchief and tucked himself back into place.
Vin dressed more slowly, then stepped close again, pushing the surprisingly silky hair back out of JD's face and tucking it behind the younger man's ears. "After this, if I ever call you 'kid' again, then you can hit me."
JD grinned, doing the same with Vin's hair. "I'll remember that, Vin Tanner. Don't think I won't."
"All right, ki...uh... JD. Better get yourself to bed." Bending to retrieve JD's hat, a sharp slap on the ass shocked him swiftly upright.
"Just a little reminder, 'cause you started to say it." Accepting the hat, JD laughed. "If only you coulda seen your face, Vin!"
Laughing along with the man no one could keep down for long, Vin dusted off his own hat and had to admit he had almost slipped up. "Can't argue with that." A hard hand cupped JD's cheek. "You're a good man, JD. Sweet dreams to ya."
Pulling Vin's hand into his own, JD shook it vigorously. "I do believe I feel like a man, now. Just hope I don't have to prove it to the others the same way!"
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Buck backed out of the alley in shock.
The only thing more frightening than the sight of Vin sucking JD's cock, then JD forcefully taking Vin who was bent over a barrel, working his own cock as JD slammed into him, had been the reaction of his own body.
Rushing off to hide the evidence of his own weakness, he hoped to make it to his room before anyone could notice the stain on his pants or the stickiness of his hands. For once glad of the bottle of whiskey he kept in his room, he was expecting to drown out all of this and end the night passed out in his own bed where he belonged and did not have to see things he was afraid he could never burn from his mind's eye, even if he did pretend they were the hazy happenings from a whiskey induced dream.
AFTERMATH (The next morning)
Vin was coming down the stairs of the hotel when Buck caught up with him. "Vin, I need to talk to you."Straightening his hat on his head, Vin nodded. "What is it, Bucklin?"
"I'm not liking what you got up to last night."
"None of your business, Buck."
"I think it is." Buck's face was set and hard, his hand curved around Vin's upper arm a bit too tightly for comfort.
Shaking off Buck's grip, Vin stepped back a step. "You don't have no right to do that."
"You had no right to go teaching JD what you taught him."
"What gives you the right to decide that for JD. He's a man. Can make his own way."
"He don't need that kind of learning, Vin Tanner, and you had no cause to teach him."
"Buck Wilmington, that was between me and JD and just 'cause he tole you about it don't mean it has anything to do with you."
"He didn't tell me."
The realization hit Vin at once. Buck had seen. Buck had...watched? "You were there?"
"I just happened to come along. What if I had been someone else? One of the ones who want to run us out of here? What would they have thought? A hanging maybe? I don't want you dragging JD to a rope along with you. You got no right to ruin him like that."
"Won't happen again."
"I wish I could believe you but he's walking around like he spent the night with the Queen of England."
"It'll fade. You don't need to worry none."
"I better not, because I won't let you hurt him. I'll see you dead first."
"Thanks for the warning, Buck."
Turning red, Buck frowned. "I...I'm sorry I said that last thing."
Nodding, Vin said nothing but his eyes held Buck's and the tall man was the first to look away. "We done here, Buck?"
Just then, Chris Larabee strolled by, stopping when he saw the visual showdown in the middle of the street. "Something going on I should know about?"
Buck's face was still angry and hard. "Just a little misunderstanding, Chris. All cleared up now."
"Good." The word was a dismissal so Buck left, stalking off with his long-legged stride toward the saloon while Vin and Chris watched in silence.
Vin visibly relaxed but once again tightened up when he saw Chris's thoughtful expression.
"Talk to you a minute?" It might have sounded like a question, but Vin knew it was a command and, sighing, followed Chris into the alley.
Without hesitation, Chris looked right into Vin's eyes. "What the hell is really going on here?"
"Bucklin's just sore at me, that's all."
"I can see that."
"It's a personal thing."
"Does it have anything to do with JD strutting around like he's cock of the walk?"
"He is?" Vin raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"He is," confirmed Chris with a nod.
"Damn."
"What did you do to the boy, Vin?"
"Nothing he didn't want me to do."
"Oh, Jesus, Vin."
"Buck objected to me teaching him but the boy just needed to feel like a bull 'stead of a calf."
"So you offered to be the cow."
"Something on that order." Vin set his jaw, not liking to talk about the personal.
"Ezra have anything to say about it?"
"Ezra don't own me."
"I'm trusting you to not let this get out of hand."
"You can."
The stubborn set of Vin's jaw made it clear that he could trust Vin, not just with this but with his very life. Damn, he loved this man. Would never tell him, but then again, he never needed to. "I know that."
"Won't happen again."
"Good to hear."
"I've got things to do today even if you haven't, Larabee. Best I go be doing them."
"All right," Chris drawled, not able to keep his amusement out of his voice. Embarrassing Vin could be funny for a while, but the man did not take that kind of thing well over the long run and it was best not to keep the joke going too long.
"Just don't go far," Chris grinned, unable to resist a last little dig. "Some day I might get the hankering for some cattle rustling myself."
Shaking his head in disgust, Vin walked away.
Walking over to the boardwalk, Chris eased himself down and started whittling, whistling a jaunty little tune as he worked. Life sure was full of surprises and he intended on being around a while longer to enjoy little ones like this day had brought.