by Kim
This follows Accommodations in the M7-SoA crossover A/U.
Day four evening:
Chris was sitting in the middle of the sofa naked when Vin stepped into his office. Vin chuckled. "Guess I ain't gotta ask what you want," he said.
"I got time to do it right," Chris said fondling his hardening cock with one hand, while he teased one of his nipples with the other. "I'm ready to try out the merchandise."
Vin sat in the chair in front of Chris's desk. "OK then," he said and took his boots off. He fished in his pocket, found a condom, and tossed it to Chris, who caught it with one hand. He fished out the KY in his pocket and tossed that to Chris, too. He stood up, stripped his clothes off, and dropped them into the chair.
He walked over to the sofa and dropped down to his knees in front of Chris. He pushed Chris's knees apart and moved in between his legs. "You ever fucked a guy?" he asked and stroked Chris's legs and up his belly.
"No," Chris answered.
"Lot like fuckin' a girl," Vin said. He slid his hands over Chris's nipples. He squeezed them gently. "You like having your nipples played with?" he asked.
Chris nodded and let his hands fall to his sides.
"You like havin' 'em sucked?" Vin asked and leaned in to suck Chris's right nipple without waiting for an answer. Chris groaned softly. Vin tongued the nipple and bit it gently, then sucked on it some more before turning his attention to the other nipple. When both nubs were hard, Vin pinched and pulled on them gently. "Getting' your tits sucked feels good, no matter who's suckin' 'em," he said. "Fuckin' a guy feels good, too," he told Chris.
"I'll let you know, after I fuck you," Chris said a little breathlessly.
"You ready for that?" Vin asked.
Chris hesitated. He did want to know how fucking Vin would feel. But shit! Vin was a man! What would it be like to fuck a man? "Yes," he finally decided. "I want to fuck you."
Vin nodded. "You can't just fuck a guy," he said. "Gotta lube him up. Fuckin' a guy with no lube is almost impossible and it hurts both guys."
"With what?" Chris asked, curiosity overtaking his apprehension.
"Almost anything greasy," Vin said. "KY's best, but Vaseline, cooking oil, or hand cream will do."
"How do you get it in?" Chris asked.
"Put it on a couple fingers, stick 'em up in there and move 'em around some," he said.
"I gotta put my fingers in your ass?" Chris asked with a dubious expression.
Vin laughed. "I already did it," he said. "Figured you might be a little squeamish. Most straight guys are," he said.
"You fucked straight guys before?" Chris asked, surprise registering on his face.
"A few," Vin said. "Guys get curious."
"OK, so you're lubed up," Chris said. "Now what?"
"I suck you some; make sure your dick is good and hard. Put the rubber on you and you fuck me," Vin said. "I can bend over the couch and you can fuck me, or you can sit right there and I'll ride you." He slid back down and took Chris into his mouth. He worked the cock until Chris groaned and started thrusting involuntarily. He found the condom Chris had dropped, along with the KY. He rolled the condom onto Chris and then squeezed KY into his hand and lubricated the condom. "Fuck me," he said. "Anyway you want."
"Ride me," Chris said.
Vin straddled Chris with his back to the other man. "Lift your dick up," he instructed Chris. Chris did and Vin lined his hole up and eased down onto the organ. "Hold still," he told Chris. "Been a while, gotta get used to it again."
"Fuck, it's so tight," Chris said. He lifted his hands toward Vin and then dropped them back onto the sofa.
Vin was mildly amused. Straight guys never quite knew what to do with their hands. "Close your eyes," he instructed.
"Why?" Chris asked suspiciously.
"If you ain't seein' a man," Vin said, "you ain't gonna be so worried about touchin'," he said. "Close your eyes." He waited long enough for Chris to have complied. He picked up Chris's hands and put them on his nipples. "Squeeze 'em," he said, "like you would a girl's."
Chris was surprised when Vin suggested he close his eyes, but when his hands closed on Vin's nipples, he had to admit it was a good idea. He rolled Vin's nipples in his fingers and was surprised to hear Vin moan softly. He laughed at himself. Why wouldn't Vin like someone playing with his nipples? Chris liked it. Every woman he'd ever fucked had liked having her nipples played with, too.
"Move," Vin told him. "Nice and easy t' start."
Chris felt Vin's body slide up on his cock and he groaned out loud at the tight friction. He opened his hands to squeeze more of the skin around Vin's nipples. He got a small handful in each hand and kneaded them. He'd fucked a flat-chested chick once that hadn't felt much different. Vin slid back down on him and he thrust up slowly. God damn it was tight. Fuck, it felt good!
Vin was pushing up and sinking back down on his cock. Chris concentrated on keeping a slow rhythm. It felt so damn good. "Oh shit," he gasped out. "I need to move faster."
"Fuck me," Vin said. He sounded almost as breathless as Chris was feeling. "You mind if I give myself a hand?" Vin asked.
What? Chris stopped mid thrust. Vin wanted to jerk off. "Are you hard?" he asked. He let go of Vin's nipples and grabbed hold of Vin's hips, so he could balance himself and he leaned up and peered around Vin's body. Fuck, his dick was hard. Chris's dick up his ass had got him hard.
"Yeah, I'm hard," Vin said. "Do you mind?" he asked again.
Vin wanted to jerk off. He wanted to come while they were fucking. Oh, shit. What did that mean? Vin rose up and slid back down and Chris gasped. Fuck it! As good as this felt, what the hell did it matter if Vin got off, too? "Go ahead," Chris told him. He grabbed Vin's nipples again, squeezing and kneading and pinching them. He thrust up into Vin. It was so fucking tight. It was tighter than any pussy he'd ever fucked.
"Thanks," Vin said. "Some guys don't like it for the guy they're fucking to come." He rose up faster this time. He could feel Chris thrusting faster into him. Vin wrapped a hand around his cock and pinched his nipple with the other hand. Chris moaned and Vin moaned, too. It had been too damn long since the sex had been as good for him as it was for the man fucking him. Chris wasn't just any man, Vin thought. He was good looking and sexy as hell. He was power and danger wrapped up in a great body with gorgeous eyes and a shit-eating grin that Vin would be drooling over if he saw them in a movie. Maybe it was just curiosity on Chris's part, but so the fuck what? Chris was the hottest guy who'd be fucking him for a long damn time. Shit, Chris was the hottest guy who'd ever fucked him. He wasn't acting like a prick about Vin jerking off. Vin stroked himself slowly, savoring what was likely to be the best sex he'd have for a very long time.
All too soon, his orgasm hit. "Oh fuck!" Vin hissed out. He barely felt Chris grab his hips and hold him in place. He fell back against Chris's chest, shaking and gasping for air as intense waves of pleasure overtook him.
Chris forgot about what Vin was doing to himself as the tiny jolts of pleasure sparked through his cock. Fuck, it felt good! He groaned as he thrust deeper and harder. He heard Vin's "oh, fuck" and then Vin's body was clenching around his cock, gripping it even tighter. Vin fell against him and Chris grabbed his hips to get a better angle and pounded into him as hard and fast as he could. He shuddered and gasped when he came as hard as he ever had. His hands gripped Vin's hips hard enough to bruise as he tried to get deeper inside of him. He kept thrusting until his dick was too soft, enjoying the tingles and aftershocks. "Holy shit!" he said, falling back against the backrest of the sofa. "That was great!"
"Hang onto the rubber," Vin said. "I'm gonna get up now." He winced as his body pulled off of Chris's cock.
"What?" Chris asked sounding alarmed. "Did I hurt you?"
Vin laughed. "Fuck, no!" he said. "That was the best ride I've had in years. For a straight guy, you sure can fuck. Got something I can clean up with?" he asked.
"There's some paper towels behind the bar," Chris said.
Vin grabbed a handful of paper towels and wiped his stomach off. He noticed Chris looking down at his groin frowning. He rolled his eyes. Straight guys were all the same. They'd fuck a guy out of curiosity, but when it came time to take the condom off, they were all too squeamish to touch it.
Vin laughed. "Pussy," he said. "Afraid to touch a little shit? It washes off, you know," he said and slid the rubber off of Chris's dick.
"Fuck you," Chris said without any ire.
"I think you just did," Vin said. He grabbed some more paper towels and wiped the traces of cum off of Chris's dick and then wrapped the soiled condom in them. He dropped the whole mess into the small trash can next to Chris's desk.
"Mind if I sit down for a minute?" he asked.
"Grab us a couple beers," Chris said. He moved over to make room for Vin to sit down.
Vin took a minute to wash his hands. He got two beers and handed one to Chris.
Chris fished a joint out of the corner table and lit it. He took a few hits and passed it to Vin. Chris lounged against the sofa and toyed with the beer. Fucking Vin had been better than he'd expected it to be. Far from satisfying his curiosity, Chris had more questions than ever.
"Not what you thought it'd be?" Vin asked and took a drink of his beer.
Chris looked up, startled. "What?" he asked.
"Was fucking a guy different that you thought it would be?" Vin asked. He took a hit off the joint. "This is good shit," he said and took another hit. He passed it back.
"I don't know," Chris said. He took the joint back and knocked the end off into an ashtray on the floor. He took another hit, and then passed it back to Vin. They finished the joint before Chris answered. "I don't quite know what I expected it to be." He sat up straighter. "Hey," he said, remembering. "Do you always get hard when you're getting fucked?"
It was Vin's turn to shrug. "Most of the time," he said. "When the guy's dick starts hitting my sweet spot, my dick gets hard."
"What sweet spot?" Chris asked.
Vin looked at him like he had two heads.
"What?" Chris demanded.
"You don't know about the sweet spot?" Vin asked. "Ain't none of them girls ever bumped it?"
Chris shook his head. "What is it?" he asked.
"Every guy's got one," Vin said. "It's up in your ass and getting' it pushed on feels incredible. I could do it for you," he offered.
"No fucking way!" Chris snapped. "You're not fucking me."
Vin laughed. "I ain't gotta fuck you," he said. "I can find it with my fingers the next time I blow you."
"I don't know," Chris said, frowning.
Vin shook his head and rolled his eyes. "It don't make you gay," he said.
"Who said I thought it made me gay?" Chris demanded and then grinned sheepishly at Vin's raised eyebrow and skeptical expression. "OK," he admitted. "Maybe I did wonder if it made me gay. How come you're offering?" he asked.
"I hate to break it to you," Vin said and laughed. "But, I am gay. It don't matter if you figure it out."
"That's not what I meant," Chris said. "I mean how come you're willing to put your finger in there."
Vin laughed again. Chris was beginning to get pissed off. Maybe he was a little ignorant of the ins and outs of two men fucking, but Vin didn't have to laugh about it. "What's so fucking funny?" he demanded angrily.
Vin only laughed harder. "You," he said pointing at Chris. "Shit, Larabee, I done had my tongue in your ass and you're wonderin' why I'll put a finger in it."
Chris glared at him for several seconds, then gave up and laughed with him. "Guess it does seem kinda silly," he said.
Vin yawned. "I gotta get used to these hours," he said. "Ain't been up this early every day since the last time they made me go t' school."
"Go on to bed," Chris said. "I'll pick you up in the morning to go to the shop."
"OK," Vin said and got dressed. He started for the door. He stopped and turned around. "Thanks," he said. "That was real good. Good night," he said and left the office.
NEXT: Satisfaction Brought It Back