Summary: After saving a Seminole village, Chris and Vin head off to find a little time to spend alone. After devising a little scheme with a couple of willing women to use as cover for any noise so as to not arouse suspicion, they find themselves finally alone in a room with whiskey, a bed, and more whiskey. And a little compromise.
Not caring whether or not anyone had figured out what they were up to, Chris and Vin paid the two girls who'd left the saloon arm-in- arm with them, gave them a little extra to keep mum about the deal, then shooed them off. The two men marveled at the way the women had seemed more interested in the bottle of whiskey and the charms of one another than any charade they might have to play to protect the somewhat already tainted reputations of two men who were planning to make a bit of noise in a room together without arousing suspicion. In fact, one of the whores even thanked Vin for paying them to spend time together. He'd tipped his hat to them, then closed the window after the last bit of bright, ruffled dress was clear.Chris was laughing when Vin turned back to him. "Reckon we've made at least a couple of people happy tonight."
"You sayin' the happy's over already?"
"Not on your life Tanner." That look promised many things, all of which had Vin reacting in just the way Chris hoped, his reward obvious when he glanced down at Vin's buckskins for the evidence of it.
"Damned good thing too. I was about to do some complainin' to the management of this here pleasure palace." Vin rubbed a hand along the dingy, stained wallpaper alongside the peeling, yellowish-grey windowsill. "Nothing but the finest."
"Get over here," growled Chris who had already taken off a couple of layers of black, leaving him with his darkest wine red shirt unbuttoned over untreated linen-colored unmentionables, his suspenders looped down by his slim hips.
Tossing his hat over on the washstand, then shrugging out of his own suspenders as he walked, Vin followed orders and approached Chris. "Still givin' orders, Larabee?"
"Hard habit to break."
"Not much used to following orders."
"These will be really easy to follow," promised Chris sultrily.
"Better be, because after that likker you kept sliding down the bar to me, I ain't too good at the thinkin' part but won't never forget the how to put up a fight part."
"I'm counting on that. Looking forward to it, in fact."
"I bet you are." Taking the last step which brought him within touching distance of Chris, Vin leaned at the waist just enough to lightly brush lips, then leaned back to see what reaction his action had wrought.
Chris's eyebrows rose. "Call that something worth waiting for, Tanner?"
"Gotta start somewheres, Larabee. Thought I'd just get a little taste to start out."
"I'd like a lot more than that," murmured Chris. "A lot more."
"See what I can do to work something out." Vin's voice got softer as their eyes met and held and they found themselves yearning toward one another.
"You do that," came Chris's whisper that wasn't much more than a stirring of air drawing them together.
Closing his eyes to meet the kiss he sensed was coming, Vin's lips parted in anticipation.
Smacking noses together, both pulled back awkwardly, laughing at seeing the other holding onto his nose. "Ever done anything like this before, Pard?" drawled Vin.
Chuckling, Chris framed Vin's still smiling face in his hands. "A time or two. Mostly with better results."
"Reckon it might improve over time."
"I reckon you're right. How about we try that again?"
Sliding his arms around Chris's narrow waist and latching his thumbs into the buckle in the back of the black trousers, Vin nodded and waited, unmoving and keeping both eyes open, glinting with humor. "I'll let you lead this time."
"How far you planning on following?"
"Every damned bit of the way. And probably back too."
That said and out of the way, Chris rubbed one thumb over the upper lip he'd wanted to kiss for so long and then followed it with his tongue following the unusual shape. The arms around him trembled a little and that made him smile as he bridged the gap between them, receiving permission from the look in those eyes he could always read. Covering Vin's mouth with his own, he tentatively touched tongue to teeth, tasting whiskey and tobacco, before sliding into warmth and wetness as Vin's eyes drifted shut.
Hands that had been at the small of his back slid up and down to caress his backside in time with the devouring lunges of the joinings of their tongues, bumping their pelvises together, the slight difference in height causing the head of Vin's erect cock to bump against Chris's scrotum and rub along the base of his own prick. The sensation made him dizzy. The world narrowed to those three parts of his body, mouth, stones, ass. It was too much too soon.
Breaking the connection of their mouths, Chris drew back a little, sucking in a deep breath, the air he'd been drawing through his nostrils not being enough to sustain life. The moan Vin gave as his dazed eyes opened, caused another strong surge in his cock which he tried to ignore. "Not going to last long at this rate, Tanner."
"I don't care." Closing his eyes again, Vin leaned in for more.
Laughing shakily, Chris stepped one step back to slow the beginning boil back down to a fast simmer. "Maybe you don't mind, but it's been a lot of years since I came while fully dressed."
Grinning, Vin squeezed the cheeks of Chris's ass. "Can see where that might be embarrassing but it's just us here, Larabee. Nothin' to prove."
"Not trying to prove anything, just trying to get you out of your britches."
"That ain't gonna be hard to do. Easier if we both just get out of all this gear and meet at that bed and hope it'll hold with what I've got in mind to do."
"I have a couple of plans myself."
"Well, let's get to them, then."
Quickly undressing, each watching the unveiling of the other's body, Chris and Vin took a moment for mutual admiration. "Disappointed?" smirked Chris.
"Not in the least. Though nothin's a surprise, tight as them pants are."
Taking the two steps between them with a threatening look on his face, Chris bumped up against Vin, intentionally keeping him off balance to force him to stagger backwards until they reached the bed. There, Vin turned to look down at the rickety four-poster. "Don't look none too sturdy."
"I don't think we'll notice in a couple of minutes."
Nodding agreement, Vin sat, then bounced a little, raising one eyebrow when it held and didn't even squeak too loudly. "Better'n' it looks," he announced with some relief.
Chris's sole focus was the mouth that was on a level with his groin and he waited patiently for the man on the bed to notice his need.
"Sure is an interesting view, Larabee."
"Thought you'd never notice."
"Oh, I noticed all right. You gonna do anything with that or is it just for show like all that silver on your belt?"
"That's to distract the eye from my draw. Nothing about me is just for show."
Vin's voice was low, his eyes gleaming with challenge. "Prove it."
Moving deliberately, he moved forward as Vin spread his legs to accommodate him, bent his knees a bit, taking his cock into his hand, he rubbed it across Vin's lips which opened and took him in. Vin's hands curved into his hips, helping to support him as his cock was lathed and gently sucked. The tingling and waves of sensation weren't enough. Hand along the strong jaw, thumb rubbing a sharp cheekbone, he disengaged Vin's mouth from him. This was too important to be one- sided. This wasn't just about finding his own pleasure. He could get that anywhere.
Understanding, Vin took Chris's hands in his to pull him down on top of his body as he stretched out onto the covers. Both sighed with pleasure at the contact along their entire bodies. It felt like being welcomed home after a long journey and both knew there was no way this could be wrong. Almost from first contact, their bodies began sliding together in a rhythm they'd both known would be theirs from the beginning. Later there would be time for other ways, other explorations, this time was about feeling that connection, feeding that attraction, completing one another, layering the empty places in heart and soul with easy, gliding movements.
As he rubbed his body along Vin's and let his mouth and hands rove to learn his lover's body as his lover mapped out his own, the tension built sweet and high until the arching and stiffening in the body beneath his signaled his own to release to loose the seed which, mingled with Vin's, mated them in a different way than ever before, made them one in the only way they hadn't yet bonded.
Slowly recovering after collapsing onto Vin, Chris raised his head from Vin's shoulder to look into his lover's face. Through the sheen of sweat and the flush of exertion, contentment radiated from Vin's relaxed face. Chris kissed each cheek, then softly touched a closed mouth to Vin's. "Bed's all right. You still in one piece, Tanner?"
"Does it count that I feel like all my bones melted?" The crinkle- eyed grin was back, his hands soothing up and down Chris's back.
Sliding to the side so all his weight wouldn't be crushing the boneless man beneath him, Chris reached out to the bedside table where the other bottle of whiskey was. Taking a deep drink, he held it out to Vin who took a swallow, then handed it back, wiping the back of one hand over his mouth.
After setting the bottle down once again, Chris leaned back, propping himself on one elbow, idly resting a hand on Vin's belly. "Not disappointed to be putting off visiting the lively women of Tascosa?"
Snorting with laughter, Vin laced his fingers with Chris's at his waist. "Not hardly. Figure you're pretty lively too. More than enough to handle."
The stroking hands were so incredibly comforting, Chris felt his eyelids growing heavy. Not realizing he was dozing until he felt a soft, worn blanket cover him and, with a soft kiss on his mouth, he drifted back down into sleep, wiry arms around him and long hair tickling his shoulder.
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When he awoke, he realized the dream he was having of Vin stirring in his arms was actually happening and he tightened his hold just so it wouldn't disappear. "Thought I'd dreamed you."
"Nope. Still here." A hand drifted down, fingers lightly gripped his half-awake cock. "Look who still has life in him."
Exploring with his own fingers, he made a similar discovery. "I figure there's a lot of hours left in the night."
"Maybe not enough but it'll have to do. Got to be getting back tomorrow," reminded Vin inconveniently, languidly yawning.
Pushing Vin onto his back, sliding his legs open with his knees, and pinning the surprised man by the shoulders, Chris slid his hardening cock under his lover along his ass, leaning down to hiss in his ear, "Sleep in the saddle..."
Blue eyes widened, then slid shut as pleasure bowed his body up into Chris's, while he panted, "I can do that."
Caught up in the pleasure caused by the friction of his cock pressed between the rough sheets and Vin's ass, Chris was completely unprepared for Vin flipping them so that he was on top, grinning down at the shocked gunslinger. "But right now, I got a notion to ride."
Bringing his knees up to cradle Vin's hips, then sliding his feet to lock across the small of back of the man above him, Chris thrust up his pelvis twice just in case Tanner hadn't gotten the hint.
Vin most definitely had.
"Didn't figure you for a stallion to be broke," panted Vin, roughly preparing to enter where he'd been invited.
"Can't be broken. Maybe, for a strong enough hand, I can be mounted." Chris's groan when he was entered sounded loud in the room as Vin held back a bit before beginning to ride. Digging his heels in so hard, Vin could almost feel the silver spurs, Chris cried out, "Christ, Tanner, stop holding back! I need to be...filled...ridden hard!"
It was all the goading Vin needed as he let go, forced the willing body beneath him into the rhythm he wanted and slammed over and over into his lover's body until Chris's climax gripped him hard. Throwing back his head and crying out his own pleasure, he knew nothing but the white sky of release until he fell still on top of Chris whose legs now slid down across his hips to rest on the bed. Fierce arms clenched around him as he lay on top of Chris, making it even harder to catch his breath but he reveled in the feel of that steel band around him, holding him tightly, treasuring him, not letting him go.
After a time for regaining his breath, Chris slid from beneath Vin, stretched, and then settled back down next to his lover where they lay content, drowsing for a while until Chris leaned up, supported by one forearm.
"Only one thing," teased Chris.
"What's that, Larabee?" Vin ran a hand along his new lover's ribs to the hollow of his hip, fingertips enjoying the contrast between soft golden down on the thighs, against the slightly darker, rougher hair at the groin.
"That chewin' tobacco has to go."
Grinning, Vin playfully tapped the tip of Chris's nose with a forefinger. "Make ya a man. Put hair on your chest."
Pulling Vin's hand to cover his sternum, Chris grinned back mischievously. "Already got that covered."
"Reckon you do at that." With a little tug on the hair there, Vin knew he might as well be tugging on Chris's sac, as the arousing effect on the man would be the same. "Just the same…"
"I won't lay with a man whose tongue stings my prick."
"I thought you liked that."
"All right," drawled Chris. "That might not be the right point to make at this time."
"From your hollerin' I figured that got you just a mite bit excited."
"Recall you doin' a bit of hollerin' too, Vin."
"Can't deny that."
"Wouldn't want you to." Delicately, Chris barely touched the nipples which rose immediately at his touch., a sight he figured he'd never get enough of no matter how long he ended up living.
"All right. Fair is fair. I'll give up the chaw. But you have to give up something too."
"What's that?"
"Them stinky cheroots." Closing one eye, Vin gave Chris a challenging look. "Your tobac for mine."
"It's a deal."
For the first time, they reached out and, instead of palm greeting palm, they grasped forearms, hands then sliding up, curving around biceps to pull one tightly against the other, chests and hips fitting together. Moving in for a kiss, they once again ended up bumping noses awkwardly. Both snickered, then they broke into hearty laughter together, locking green eyes to blue, wishing for this moment to go on, if not forever, then damned close to it.
The End