Aces Over Kings
Characters: Ezra/Chris/Nathan + Ezra/Vin
Genre: OW-ADULT-SLASH
Author Notes:This story was written in a perverse mood and should not be taken seriously. It is a direct sequel to "Man, oh Man, oh Man" so again, Ezra is uncharacteristically slutty.
Third story in the Games of Chance series.
"You might want to wipe that grin off your face before people start wonderin' what you been up to," Vin suggested, smirking at the lascivious expression twisting Ezra's features as he dealt out another hand of cards, the gambler's mind clearly not on the task at hand.Glancing around at the bored-looking crowd filling the saloon, Ezra simply laughed. "Let them wonder. It might provide a bit of excitement. After all, I doubt very much that anyone would guess the real reason for my smile, much less figure out that it was the three of you who put it there."
Chris and Nathan exchanged a self-satisfied smirk.
"In fact, it's a shame we had to break things up so quickly," Ezra mused. "I was just starting to have a good time."
"Just starting?" Nathan laughed. "Dang, Ezra, what'd you do on that trip of yours that got you so worked up? Usually, you come home from an errand for the judge and all you want to do is fall straight into bed."
The gambler winked at him. "I believe that is more or less what I'm proposing."
They chuckled. "You do seem a little distracted tonight," Vin noted, raking in the small pot as their round of cards drew to a quick close.
Ezra scowled as he realized that he had lost an easy hand and then shrugged. "In all honesty, I'm just not in the proper mood for poker tonight. I still seem to be filled with restless energy."
"And you want to use it up on more of what you got in the clinic," Chris guessed, keeping his voice low to insure that no one else in the busy saloon could overhear.
A sly grin flashed over the gambler's face, making his gold tooth gleam in the dim lamplight. "If you're offering, I happen to know of an unoccupied featherbed." He glanced meaningfully toward the stairs to their left. "Can I interest anyone in a different sort of game?"
Vin shook his head regretfully. "Wish I could but it's my turn for patrol and I'd best be gettin' to it. Don't reckon I'll be free much before morning."
"A shame, but you know where you can find me upon your return," Ezra told him, face composed but eyes dancing.
A laugh broke free from the tracker. "Dang, Ezra, you really are a horny little devil tonight, ain't ya?"
"Damn straight," he said firmly. "How about you, Mr. Larabee?"
A wolfish grin stretched the gunslinger's lips. "Why not? Reckon I could come up with a few ideas."
"Excellent," Ezra said, a heated look in his green eyes. "I would be pleased to offer as much assistance as you require."
Knocking back his drink, Chris rose and said quietly, "Meet me upstairs."
Fifteen minutes later, after Nathan had loudly and publicly ordered Ezra to go up and get some sleep if he wasn't feeling well, followed by a cranky decision to escort the 'stubborn fool' himself and make certain that Ezra obeyed his orders, a grinning healer and gambler let themselves into Ezra's room. Chris was already there waiting for them, having used the key Ezra slipped him under cover of Chris picking up his unused poker stakes.
"Why, Mr. Larabee, so kind of you to dress for the occasion," Ezra greeted him, eyes alight with pleasure as he beheld the unexpected vision of a stark naked man stretched out on his bed and stroking himself into readiness. "May I join you?"
"Can if you lose those clothes."
Shucking his multi-layered ensemble faster than most people would have believed possible, Ezra set his clothing on a chair and climbed onto the bed on his knees. Chris obligingly scooted up to make more room for him, thighs parting in open invitation. Ezra looked over his shoulder. "No need to stand on ceremony, Mr. Jackson. There's plenty to go around."
Nathan grinned like a madman as he began to work his way free of his own garments.
Hitching his brows playfully, Ezra braced his forearms on either side of Chris's lean body and lowered his head to suck the tip of the other man's partially erect cock inside his mouth. "Lord, you are beautiful," he commented, wetting his lips and going down again, tongue sliding up and down the swelling shaft and swirling a teasing pattern over the rosy diamond-shaped head. Ezra smiled when he felt long fingers stroking over his hair. Releasing his prize with an audible slurp, he offered Chris a crooked smile. "So, about those ideas you mentioned. What did you have in mind, my friend?"
Chris chuckled at the teasing question and glanced at Nathan. The healer had finished stripping and opted to stand next to the bed and watch the show for now, slowly stroking himself in preparation for whichever of them wanted him first. Nathan was the only one of the four who would not allow himself to be taken by other men, but he had so much to offer in other areas that no one was inclined to resent this.
"I want you to finish what you started just now," Chris told Ezra bluntly.
Ezra smiled serenely and gave the organ in his hand a long slow lick. The gambler had made it no secret that he loved doing this and was damned good at it, a fact that all three of his occasional lovers fully appreciated. Chris gasped as Ezra gave his cock a firm squeeze and tickled at the crown with the tip of his tongue. "Excellent idea," he said pleasantly. "And what then?"
"Then I think I'd like to just watch while Nathan fucks you."
Ezra, who had begun leisurely deep-throating him, laughed suddenly, the vibration causing Chris to groan. "Ah, definitely high on my list of personal preferences. And how does this plan strike you, Mr. Jackson?"
"I'd like that just fine," he said, his deep voice growing husky as one hand lowered to grip and massage the heavy weight of his balls.
"There's a jar of hand cream on my bureau," Ezra offered, green eyes flashing with desire as he watched Nathan pick up the jar and begin slathering cream thickly over the expanding surface of his cock. The heavy organ bounced in his grip as Nathan squeezed and coaxed it into full life and Ezra and Chris both spontaneously licked their lips at the sight of it.
"Quid pro quo, Mr. Larabee?" Ezra asked with a raised eyebrow, straightening up so that he could offer Chris a good look at his own engorged member. While no match for Nathan, Ezra was impressively endowed and he knew that despite Chris's habitual dominance in other areas, he genuinely enjoyed being on the receiving end of a talented cock.
"Oh, hell yeah," Chris said roughly, sitting up and gripping Ezra in his warm callused hand as he pulled the southerner's head down for a long passionate kiss.
Ezra moaned into his mouth, leaning his weight forward and pressing Chris back into the softness of the featherbed, their tongues battling as he jerked his hips, allowing both of their straining cocks to enjoy the friction of Chris's hand.
Hearing Nathan's impassioned groan, Ezra forced himself to stop before he could reach the point of no return. Settling back onto his haunches, he dove down on Chris again, attacking with single-minded determination. Licking, nibbling and sucking hard, he kept himself in full control as Chris began to thrust into his mouth, groaning and swearing in an ecstasy of growing need as Ezra brought him ever closer to the pinnacle.
Ezra let go a needy sound of his own when he felt Nathan's strong hands close around his buttocks, kneading and stroking them, cream-coated fingers tickling at his asshole and slipping inside to loosen and lubricate his passage.
Nearly wild with desire, Ezra concentrated on opening his throat wider and swallowing Chris to the root. A hoarse shout ripped from the blond man's throat as he gripped Ezra's head in both hands, only stopped from gagging him by the strong push Ezra gave to his lean hips, forcing Chris back a little as he came. Having expected the reaction, Ezra drank the resulting fluid down easily, using the flat of his tongue to clean up any remaining droplets as Chris, panting and sweating like he'd run a five mile race, collapsed back onto the mattress, his penis falling back to lie tiredly against his stomach.
A grin lit his face as Chris watched Ezra sit back and delicately lick his lips. "Christ, Ezra. No man should be that good at sucking cock."
Ezra laughed. "Ah, but aren't you glad that I disagree? I have always believed that if you're going to do something, you might as well do it to the best of your ability."
"Often thought that myself," Nathan commented, recapturing Ezra's full attention as he began to pepper little licks and kisses over the surface of his back.
Long strong hands seemed to know exactly where to touch to ignite flames of desire in Ezra's body. Really, Ezra thought, there were distinct advantages to engaging in sexual relations with someone who studied human anatomy for a living.
"Chris, you mind?" Nathan grunted, finding his path blocked as he attempted to press Ezra into the mattress.
Eyes alight with enjoyment, Chris pulled his legs out of the way and climbed off the bed, scooting Ezra's rocking chair over so he could sit down and watch the show in comfort.
Ezra snorted as he watched him get settled, hands folded over his naked stomach and one bare foot coming up to rest upon the opposite knee, exposed genitals swaying in the breeze. "Good heavens, Chris, if Buck had any notion of your voyeuristic tendencies, he would start charging admission and make a fortune off of you."
He grinned. "Not a chance. He'd just want to return the favor."
"Probably," Nathan agreed, white teeth gleaming in the lamplight. "You want to lie down, Ezra, or you okay like this?"
Ezra hummed blissfully as Nathan's left hand resumed its deep preparation of his channel while the right stroked soothing patterns over his chest, abdomen and flank. Grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed, he bent forward and gathered it into his arms, resting his cheek in the softness and spreading his legs wider, leaving his ass raised high.
Taking the hint, Nathan slathered a bit more hand cream over himself and got into position. "Ready?"
"Oh, yes," Ezra sighed, his body absolutely itching with anticipation.
Pressing the thick blunt crown of his cock against the grasping little pucker, Nathan pushed hard, drawing a long groan from Ezra as he slid deeper and deeper inside.
Ezra's muscles suddenly locked, stopping Nathan's progress as a wash of painful discomfort swept through him. He breathed deeply, attempting to adjust to the incredible pressure filling him. He loved doing this, and he found Nathan's size exciting and incredibly fulfilling, but it always took him a minute or two to get used to it. He never would understand how Vin Tanner's thinner body could swallow up the healer's immense cock without so much a glob of spit to ease his passage, while he could barely accommodate it even after a full ounce of lubricant!
"Okay?" Nathan asked, hands gently massaging Ezra's cheeks and flanks as he waited him out.
Finally, Ezra felt his rigid body relax again. "Yes."
Chris stroked himself, pinching and playing with his nipples as he observed Nathan's dark body begin to shift back and forth against Ezra's much paler form. It made Ezra feel immensely self-conscious for a moment, but then he forgot all about his audience, body warming and tingling all over as Nathan's long strokes finally touched something inside of him that ignited a sense of incredible pulsing need within him. He moaned helplessly, shoving back against the throbbing hardness that now felt so amazingly good that he could barely stop himself from screaming. This is what he had been longing for, this intense penetration that overwhelmed and consumed every part of his body, leaving no room for anything else.
"Hold on, Ezra," Nathan grunted, gripping his hips hard as he climaxed with a deep primal groan of enjoyment.
Gasping and moaning with every one of his partner's thrusts, his hands gripping the bedding hard as he struggled not to come along with him, Ezra muffled a yell into his pillow when he felt Nathan's heat filling him.
It felt as though his body had been split right down the middle when Nathan suddenly pulled out, but Ezra's own cock was in an absolute agony of unfulfilled need so he forced himself upright and gestured wordlessly to Chris.
Seeming to realize how close he was, Chris dove back onto the bed, lying on his back and spreading his legs wide. All of Ezra's usual grace vanished as pure animal instinct took over. He quickly smeared some of the pre-cum drooling copiously from his slit over the full length of his cock then grabbed Chris's narrow hips and rammed his way home.
"Jesus!" Chris yelped, back arching with the shock of being so abruptly filled.
"Sorry," Ezra grunted, struggling to hold still as his instincts urged him to just go ahead and begin rutting as hard as he could.
Chris drew a deep breath and let it out slowly, forcing himself to relax. "Don't worry about it," he said. "You just surprised me. I'm fine."
Taking him at his word, Ezra braced one foot on the floor and clenched his hands around Chris's small muscular buttocks, working himself in and out of the other man's gloriously tight hole. His cock was throbbing and Ezra moaned in pleasure as he felt his tenderly swollen balls slap hard against Chris's ass when he began to move faster.
Chris groaned and laughed and swore, moving in counterpoint with Ezra's frantic thrusts. Having already come twice today, his dick wasn't quite up to a third round, but he grinned fiercely and jerked it in his hand, clearly enjoying himself. "Oh, yeah," he grunted when Ezra lifted him a bit higher and began to snap his hips with a fast, rolling, uncontrolled desperation. "Give it to me."
Ezra gasped and thrust hard, once, twice, a third time, crying out through clenched teeth as the seed burst from his body into Chris's.
"Oh, my lord," Ezra groaned, releasing Chris and flopping bonelessly to one side. "I thought I was about to come when Nathan did, but I really had to work for that one."
Chris laughed. "You're surprised? After riding all day and then fucking me and Vin at the same time up in the clinic, I'm amazed you could even get it up!"
"I didn't hear any complaints," he grunted, smiling as he rolled over to lie on his back.
"Might get some from Vin," Nathan mused.
Ezra raised his head, frowning at the man who had taken Chris's place in the handily placed rocking chair. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you did sort of invite him to come up and have his way with you once his patrol is over," the healer reminded him.
Covering his eyes with his forearm, the gambler groaned. "Ah, hell. I did, didn't I?" Allowing the arm to flop back and rest upon the mattress above his head, he said, "Perhaps once I've had a little sleep."
Chris grinned and slapped him on his belly, drawing forth a glare and a grunt of indignation. "Okay, we can take a hint."
Gathering up their fallen clothing, Chris and Nathan quickly dressed. Ezra simply lay where he had landed and watched them with a tired, sated smile upon his face.
"I'm gonna go home and get some sleep myself," Nathan decided, grinning at his two lovers. "You boys tired me right out tonight."
"Think I'll have a drink and take a turn around town before I call it a night," Chris replied, looking amused by the lack of self-consciousness in Ezra's naked sprawl. It did not appear that he had any intention of stirring before morning so Chris put out the light as he and Nathan reached the door. "Night, Ezra. Good to have you back."
He waved a languid hand. "Thank you for a most enjoyable evening," he said around a yawn, somehow summoning the energy to scoot up a few inches and get his head onto a pillow. "G'night."
~*~*~*~*~
As the first rays of dawn crept over Four Corners, Vin Tanner crept up the back stairs of the saloon. Letting himself inside Ezra's room with a key left for him by Chris Larabee, he smiled as he beheld the sight of a pale, muscular, completely nude body lying face up on the bed. Ezra was snoring to beat the band and his cock was standing at full attention as if getting ready to salute the new day.
"Hell, I ain't turnin' that down," Vin muttered, rapidly shucking his hat and coat and struggling out of his boots. He crept closer to Ezra, smiling down at the handsome picture he made. Pulling the rest of his clothes off, Vin settled to one side of the bed and gripped Ezra's erect cock in one hand. He worked the long organ with dedicated attention, watching Ezra's face and smiling when his snore tapered off and became replaced by throaty moans.
"Vin?" Ezra rasped as he opened his eyes and looked blearily down the length of his body, as if needing to confirm that he wasn't dreaming.
Tanner grinned and abandoned the other man's dripping cock in favor of covering his body and pressing a long deep kiss into his mouth. "Mornin', Ez," he whispered. "Thought I'd come up and see if you really meant what you were sayin' last night."
Ezra blinked sleepily, running his hands down Vin's naked back and giving his butt a squeeze, his pelvis shifting as he detected the tracker's arousal resting against his hip. "It seems that I did," he agreed, initiating another deep lazy kiss as Vin worked his hand between their bodies and grasped both hard cocks, pumping them together.
Rather than waking Ezra up, the soothing stroke seemed to be sending him back to sleep. "Hey," Vin whispered sharply, bringing his partner's heavy eyelids all the way open. "You ain't quite ready for this, are you?"
"Tired," he mumbled, clutching at Vin when he began to pull away. "Don't leave."
"I ain't leaving," he promised, chuckling at the other man's attempts to keep his eyes open. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised. Ezra had every right to be weary, all things considered, and he would never be a morning person anyway.
Well, one part of Ezra was definitely awake, even if the rest of him was still catching up, so Vin decided to make the most of it. Getting up on his knees, he straddled Ezra's body and got into position, lowering himself with a deep sigh of satisfaction. He supposed that he liked taking a woman just as much as the next man did, but no other sexual act he'd ever tried felt quite as satisfying as that of a hard hot cock sliding up his ass.
Ezra gasped and thrust his hips up, instinct taking over as Vin leaned forward and began to ride him in earnest. "Vin," he groaned. "Faster!"
"You got it," he said, rocking back and forth on the thick shaft. Ezra's groin was picking up speed, pushing up to meet him each time Vin sat back. "Aw, fuck, Ezra that feels great. Can you do it a little harder?"
He could and he did. Lifting his knees and tensing his strong legs, Ezra's ass was soon bouncing up and down on the mattress as he thrust hard into Vin.
"Oh, shit, yeah!" Vin growled. He grasped his own bobbing cock in a strong sure grip and pumped it for a few seconds, then halted his hand as he thought of something. "You gonna need a ride?"
"No," Ezra gasped. "Between Chris and Nathan, I'm still a bit sore this morning."
Vin chuckled. He'd been feeling a bit tender himself as he started out on patrol last night but he'd made a quick recovery. Ezra didn't allow himself this kind of fun very often, so he'd definitely be worse off. "In that case, you mind doin' the honors?"
Luckily, Ezra did not have to ask what he meant. As Vin lowered his hands to rest them on his shaking thighs, Ezra's long-fingered hands began to work his cock and balls with the same dexterity that he worked playing cards.
After just a couple of minutes, Ezra grunted and thrust up hard, shooting warmth into Vin's clenching channel. His hands also gripped hard, jerking Vin's shaft more firmly than he had likely meant to, but for Vin it was exactly what he needed. Streams of pearly liquid spurted up and liberally decorated Ezra's heaving chest.
"Sorry, Ez," Vin chuckled, seeing the expression on his face as a splash hit him right on the chin. He climbed off his partner and fished a bandana from his abandoned wardrobe, dashing the wet blobs off the other man's skin.
"Think nothing of it," he mumbled, rolling onto his side. "Thank you for that most delightful wake up call."
Vin grinned. "Didn't want you to think I'd forgot ya. You gonna stay here and get some more sleep or you want to come down and have some breakfast with me?"
Ezra yawned. "I'd prefer to sleep but I feel sure that I won't be able to. Give me a few minutes to clean up and get dressed and I'll meet you at the restaurant."
"You got it," he said, fastening his trousers and pulling his socks and boots back on. As he reached for his shirt, he asked, "You ever figure out what got you so fired up last night? You ain't ever come on to all three of us at the same time before."
"Let us just say that I was in need of a restorative from a bad road trip and leave it at that."
Vin had no idea what that meant, but he supposed it did not matter. The result had been more than worth the effort.
"See you downstairs," he said, pulling on his hat and setting Ezra's room key down on the night table.
"I shall be there momentarily," he promised.
~*~*~*~*~
Twenty minutes later, Ezra descended the staircase looking every bit as neat and tidy as he ever did. He stretched subtly, enjoying the vague overall soreness of his body. It would likely be quite some time before he needed such a restorative again, but as he spotted JD across the street grinning and chattering brightly to a young lady, Ezra found that any lingering resentment toward the other man had vanished. In fact, he felt that he owed the eager young sheriff a debt.
As the girl giggled and accepted the arm JD offered her in a courtly gesture that Ezra knew had been copied from him, he chuckled. On second thought, perhaps he and JD were even.
THE END
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