Warning - kink, even I'm a bit weirded out that I'm writing this...
Chris sat at his desk, poring over the latest budget reports, equipment invoices, and other boring nonsense that he hated, but as the Team Seven leader he was required to do.Today was the perfect day to get it done, too. The rest of his team was in the small gymnasium that served as a training area in the basement of the Federal Building. The new Tasers had finally come in and all the agents had to receive training on the devices - which included getting hit with them.
The reactions of his team had been varied upon learning that last part. Ezra didn't want anything to do with voluntarily receiving 50,000 volts - not that anyone did - but he was worried about ruining his clothing - those probes could leave holes, and possibly blood stains. Josiah and Nathan were willing to experience the effects, citing scientific, medical and psychological research. Buck just felt it was the manly thing to do, something he could impress the secretary pool with. JD, in all his youthful exuberance was actually looking forward to it - it was something new and exciting. Like his new crotchrocket Kawasaki... Vin just shrugged his shoulders and said something like 'Hell, I already been shot and knifed, how bad could it be?' Chris would go through the training next week, with other team leaders. He wasn't looking forward to it, but it's all part of the job.
So he enjoyed the peace and quiet of the office and worked on boring shit.
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Around two pm, as Chris finished up the budget changes, the outer office door burst open with the cries and shouts of his team. He rose from his desk and exited his office.
"Holy shit, Chris!" Buck yelled. "You shoulda been there!"
Chris strode over to Vin's desk and sat on the edge, ready to listen to their tales. "How'd it go? How'd it feel?"
"Oh, my God! It was the most painful five seconds of my life!" JD burst out.
"I don't think I'll be needing to see my chiropractor this week," Josiah spoke up. "My back hasn't felt this good in months!" When Chris looked confused, he continued, saying, "The electrical impulses seemed to just roll up and down my back - all the muscled contracting at once... and then the release..." He made a show of twisting and flexing his back and shoulders. "It hurt then, but I feel great now!"
"You may feel great, Mr. Sanchez," Ezra countered, "but I, for one, feel as if I've spent the past day climbing up and down the stairs in Mr. Tanner's apartment building."
"How 'bout you, Nate?" Chris asked.
Nathan shook his head, but smiled. "Like JD said, it was some of the most intense pain I've ever felt, but damn if it just didn't shut right off." He snapped his fingers for effect. "I'm telling you, though, it's a great tool - a great alternative for someone who needs to be taken down quick, but don't deserve a bullet."
"I just want a copy of the video," Buck said with a laugh.
Chris remembered that they were all being taped as they were tased. Part of the training records. "Why?"
"Because Ezra screamed like a girl!" JD shouted.
Vin rolled his eyes and spoke up, "He weren't the only one, JD. I think I heard a few 'mommies' comin' from your mouth."
JD nodded, admitting to it.
"Yeah, and I do believe I heard Josiah blaspheming a few times in those five seconds," Buck joked. "That's worth some blackmailing."
"Well, you all heard the other teams talk about yesterday's training. Nobody's immune to pain. I'm sure you all screamed or shouted or something," Chris said, keeping everyone on even terms.
"All but Mr. Tanner," Ezra countered. "Not a sound out of him."
Chris looked at Vin with admiration. He knew his sharpshooter was tough.
"Oh, but he was hurtin'," Buck said. "He's just one of them silent screamers," he added, then did a quick imitation, arching his back and neck, closing his eyes tight and opening his mouth wide for a few seconds before Vin whacked him in the stomach causing him to double over.
If he and the six men said anything else for the rest of the afternoon, Chris didn't remember. Buck's verbal and physical descriptions of Vin were in his head and all he could think of were the other times he had seen Vin in a similar state...
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At four-thirty he told the team to go home. He told Vin, who asked him to join them at the Saloon, that he needed to stay late and finish up his paperwork for the morning's budget meeting. He then locked himself in his office.
A few phone calls later and he tracked down Joe Landers, the Taser trainer, and had copies of the digital video made of his team's training sent to his computer.
First up was JD, eager as ever. Buck and Nathan were positioned on either side of him, holding him under his armpits so he wouldn't fall. Buck looked the most worried out of the three - then again this was JD. Although Nathan said something about the guys watching a video in which one of the Taser probes went off target and hit one of the spotters and two guys went down instead of one... Sure enough the bang of the gun sounded and JD cried out for his mother as his legs locked up just as Nathan and Buck lowered him to the mat.
The next four followed similarly - the boys not exaggerating their earlier telling of events. Chris's eyes saw as backs arched and legs locked or buckled and his ears heard grunts and groans and curses through clenched teeth or open-mouthed screams.
And then came Vin. It was better than Buck described.
Chris rubbed his cock through the black denim.
He backed up the video and played it again. Watched as Vin tightened up, his shirt pulling tight over hard chest muscles, neck veins popping out as his head was thrown back. Chris froze the screen and placed his finger onto it, over Vin's open mouth.
He'd seen this pose before. Many times. He wished he knew how to zoom in closer...
He rubbed himself again. Replayed the scene over and over.
"Shit," he swore quietly before guiltily banging his head down onto his desk.
What the fuck am I doing? He's in pain! And I'm getting off on it like it's porn!
Lifting his head up, and looking at the clock on the office wall, Chris hastily shut down his computer and gathered his things before heading out of the office.
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When Chris arrived at his ranch forty-five minutes later, Vin's Jeep was in the driveway. His sharpshooter met him at the front door with a couple of beers in his hands and handed one over to Chris.
"No Saloon?" Chris asked before gratefully taking a swig of the cool liquid, trying to keep the guilty thoughts of what he had done, which had plagued him during the entire ride home, out of his mind.
"Nah, decided the beer was cheaper here."
"Yeah, because I paid for it," Chris retorted.
"Was gonna say the company's better, too," Vin offered.
"Okay, that'll make up for it."
The men settled on the couch, Chris sitting close to and leaning on Vin. Chris took another sip of his beer and was about to reach for the TV remote, wanting to watch the evening news, when Vin spoke up.
"So, how many times you watch the money shot?"
Chris practically choked trying to swallow his beer.
Vin laughed as he swatted Chris's back, helping him to cough. He laughed harder at the guilty look in Chris's eyes.
"Oh, come on, Larabee. I saw the look in your eye as Buck was describing my 'silent scream,'" he said. "Hell, saw those pants of yours get tighter, if that's possible, too."
"It's not like that, Vin," Chris stammered. "God, you were in pain! I shouldn't have..."
But Vin put a few fingers across Chris's lips, silencing him. "Ain't you never heard the term 'pleasure and pain,' Cowboy? How I tell ya that it hurts so good when you fuck me?" he asked. "I ain't mad, Chris. Hell, I'da been disappointed if you didn't look," he laughed.
Chris shook his head.
"Tell you what. Why don't we give you something real to look at, huh?"
Vin took the beer from Chris's hand and put it on the coffee table next to his. He then proceeded to stand up, pulling his tee-shirt up and over his head as he did so. Chris's hands beat him to his belt buckle, though, and the blond deftly undid the fly and zip before pulling the jeans and boxers underneath down to the floor. Vin put his hands on Chris's shoulders to steady himself as he pulled his feet from the jeans. With Vin's cock in front of his face, Chris couldn't help but lean in to kiss it, rubbing Vin's hips and legs with his hands.
"Go on, suck it, Cowboy," Vin whispered, reaching down and holding onto himself, offering himself to Chris.
"Oh, yeah," Chris replied before taking the large dick into his mouth, sucking hungrily, making Vin moan.
Vin fucked Chris's mouth for a few moments more, getting harder and more excited by the second, before pulling out.
When Chris seemed to protest, though, Vin just said, "This ain't what you've been wanting all day."
He helped Chris rise from the couch and pulled open the buttons of his shirt and jeans as Chris toed off his boots. Before long Chris was as naked as Vin and being pushed back down onto the couch.
Vin followed him down, straddling Chris's legs and leaning forward to kiss him. Tongues dueled and hands mapped naked chests and backs. Chris found the two small bumps on Vin's back, the marks from the Taser probes, and Vin leaned into the touch, as if needing to feel the aches under the tiny wounds.
Vin reached down and grabbed onto Chris's cock, pumped the hard shaft a few times in anticipation, and moved up and over it.
"We need to..." Chris started to protest.
"Already taken care of," Vin countered as he sunk down onto his lover with a sigh.
"How did you know?" Chris asked, before Vin moved up and down again. "Damn!"
"Who knows you better, Chris?" was the reply.
Chris replied by grabbing onto Vin's hips with a bruising grip and shoved his own hips upward, reaching up, deeper into his lover, causing both men to grunt and cry out at the sensation.
Vin put his hands on Chris's shoulders and lifted from his knees before slamming back down onto Chris's lap.
Vin rode Chris like he was busting a bronc, getting off on the roughness, the danger, knowing that if the ride got too hard it would end too soon, yet not wanting to slow down, not wanting slow and easy, needing the pain to make the pleasure all that more worthy.
Through it all though, he heard Chris's whispers: "God, Vin." "Yeah, that's it, ride me." "Harder." "Love you." And then: "Come on, now. Come for me, now. Yeah. Just like that. Come on, Vin."
Vin felt his balls tighten up as the tingling sensation began in his groin, spreading out through the rest of his body, up his spine, across his chest, through his neck... His knees clamped tight around Chris's hips. His back arched, its muscles tightening in one giant spasm. He threw his head back, his long hair falling to his back, and his mouth opened wide, as if screaming. But he didn't make a sound. The silent scream, just like Buck described. Just like Chris watched, over and over, on his computer screen.
Chris couldn't hold back his own climax anymore, not after seeing Vin like that. His scream, far from silent, shattered the silence of the room.
Collapsing bonelessly against Chris's chest, Vin struggled to catch his breath. Chris rubbed his back soothingly, as he regulated his own breathing.
"God, I needed that," Chris whispered. "Wanted to do that all day."
"Well, if you'd just come home right away, instead of watching me on the video, we coulda done this sooner," Vin replied.
"Next time. I promise."
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Several days later, Chris walked past the team desks and headed for his office. He turned on his computer and then went out to grab some coffee while it booted up. He picked up some files, talked to the boys about the day's cases and headed back to what he knew would be a lot of paperwork.
He stopped short, though, nearly spilling his coffee when he'd seen that someone (and gee, didn't Vin stay late yesterday?) had put a new wallpaper on his computer screen - Vin's Taser training silent screaming money shot.
End
Author's Note: The boys' reactions to the Taser hits are what my coworkers and I said after we got hit...