One Morning Out West
This little bit includes all of the seven.
Chris/?
Adult, barely there slash
Please tell me that I was not the only one who had "bad" thoughts when I heard that line in 'One Day Out West'? Come on ya'll ...anybody? This is strictly PwP. Thanks again to my beta Antoinette. Thanks for reading and please review.
This particular morning started out for what passed as normal in the small western town of Four Corners. The town's protectors were enjoying breakfast in the mostly empty saloon, Inez had just brought over fresh coffee and Buck taking two cups, handed one to Vin."Thanks Bucklin," Vin said as he blew gently on the steaming coffee to cool it.
"I thought you liked it hot Junior?" Buck teased, and then laughed when the tracker flushed slightly.
"Buck have you asked Chris yet?" Josiah asked in a tone that he hoped was only slightly curious. "You know about him and ....Mrs. Travis?" The preacher was still a little unsure of Buck's accusations. After all Mary Travis was a respectable woman but the man had sounded so sure of himself when he had informed the rest of them of his suspicions, that the ex preacher couldn't help but be curious.
Buck grinned lecherously "I caught him sneaking around again last night. He got all flustered when I asked him why he was here and not out at the shack." The ladies man eyes gleamed as remembered his friends discomfort; he learned forward and whispered in a conspiratorial tone. "I tell ya, Chris was looking for a warm bed and I don't mean his own."
The other peacekeepers looked at each other with thoughtful eyes. Chris Larabee had been acting strange lately no doubt about it and Buck being Buck had determined that he was going to be the one to find out why.
Buck coughed nervously, remembering the straight razor incident "It's not something I can just come right out and ask Josiah. I have to go about this easy; ya'll know that temper of his. Ole Chris may not take too kindly about us knowing about him and Mary." Buck waved his arms vaguely and the others nodded in understanding. Larabee's temper was a force to be reckoned with.
The peaceful morning atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by the saloon's batwing doors almost being knocked off their hinges by the blow delivered to them as Chris Larabee strode into the establishment. The black clad gunman's eyes glittered with an emotion that was best left unnamed as he descended upon the five men seated at the table with all the tension of a summer thunderstorm about to break. "Sun's been up almost two hours, where the hell is Standish?" Chris hissed through clenched teeth.
The five peacekeepers, unconcerned with the fact that their leader was looming over the table with ill-disguised impatience, ignored him and continued to eat the hearty breakfast Inez had graciously provided for them. Their leader's angry demand failed to worry them as they had heard it at least once a week for the past six months.
Finally Buck rolled his eyes and jerked his head up in the general direction of the rented rooms above the saloon and Larabee took off up the stairs muttering curses and threats as he went. Silence fell once more around the table and the meal was eventually finished.
"You're best friends Buck, Hell, we're all friends here, it ain't gonna make any difference. It's not like we haven't noticed something has been going on," Josiah said taking up where the conversation had left off.
Mary Travis had been acting strangely for the last few months. The others didn't notice at first until Buck brought it to their attention that wherever their leader was, the lovely Mrs. Travis would soon appear, flushed and nervous and quite unlike her usual self.
At first, the black clad gunslinger seemed surprised, then nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof. He started avoiding the widow and soon the two could not be in the same room before tempers and words would start to fly.
Buck, being the experienced and concerned friend that he was, told the others what was happening and the reason he thought was behind it. "Chris finally got some and Mary now thought she owned it," he had gleefully told them just that morning.
"It ain't something anybody else needs to know," Vin, said quietly shaking his head, "Seems a mite personal to me. I sure as hell wouldn't want him gunning for me 'cause I said something out of line." A collective shudder went through the men seated at the table and they had to agree that no, no one wanted to be on the wrong end of Chris Larabees gun.
"Well it can't go on like this, I mean people gonna start talking," J.D. said, "The looks, the tension, heck they argue every time they're together," the young sheriff shuddered involuntarily. "You sure that Chris and Mrs. Travis are...well...you know..." J.D. asked blushing deeply.
Nathan nodded his head in agreement "I can't say as I'm so sure as Buck seems to be, but Chris has been acting riled up these last few months, snapping our heads off one minute and all happy the next. The only explanation is he finally got to...uh...well you know."
Buck Wilmington, expert on all things female, wiped his mouth with a napkin and put down his coffee. "I know Chris and I know women," he stated confidently, "Our Old Dog got his self some real good loving or I'll eat J.D.'s hat."
"I just wouldn't have thought Mrs. Travis would.....be the type," Josiah said still unconvinced. "Although Lord knows it's a lonely life out here for a widowed woman."
Buck leaned back in his chair and smirked. "You notice how Mary seems all put out with Chris?" He asked and watched as the others all dutifully nodded their heads. Something surely had the newspaperwoman in a lather. "She either wants to know where Chris is, where he's been or where he's going. That boys, is one female desperate for love."
"I don't know Buck," J.D. muttered still unconvinced. "Mary seems irritated mostly maybe it's not her at all but someone else."
Buck promptly knocked the young sheriff's hat from his head good-naturedly and spoke to the table at large. "Kid, don't you think that was the first thing I checked out? Not one of our lovely working ladies have seen hide nor hair of Chris. It has to be Mrs. Travis, trust me boy, if there is anything I don't know about women, it's not fit to know. You can take it from me, Chris and Mary have been going at it like rabbits in the springtime, it explains everything."
The others had no choice but to bow to Buck Wilmington's obvious expertise. "If you say so Buck" Vin said, after all no one knew Chris Larabee as well or as long as the ladies man.
"Hey," J.D. said wanting to change the subject, he just couldn't get the vision of Chris Larabee and Mary Travis acting like rabbits out of his head, it was making him slightly ill. "Do you suppose Chris is killing Ezra, he's been up there a while now."
The others laughed. "Nah son," Josiah spoke for all of them. "I'm sure Chris has other things on his mind."
The door to Ezra Standish's room burst open and slammed shut at almost the exact same time. Chris Larabee stood over the blanket covered lump ensconced in the soft feather bed until the said lump moved and the blanket was pulled down to uncover the gamblers face.
"To what do I owe such an abrupt entrance into my humble abode Mr. Larabee?" He asked in an aggrieved tone, but his eyes glinted with devilment.
Chris saw the gleam in those green eyes and drew in a deep breath. This man was going to be the death of him, he just knew it.
"You're late for patrol Ezra," he said with slow deliberate care.
"So that means...?" Ezra raised an eyebrow in apparent indifference but could hardly keep the anticipation for the now familiar game out of his voice.
"You've been a bad boy," Chris growled as he moved onto the bed.
"Then by all means Mr. Larabee, punish me." Ezra laughed and threw his bed covers back to reveal his lean, hard and obviously aroused body to the smiling blond man that was crawling over him.
"Oh I aim to, Ezra, I aim to."
The End