Man, Oh Man, Oh Man
Characters: Ezra/Chris/Vin/Nathan
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 "No Boys Allowed" and is admittedly quite ridiculous. I really just wanted to find out if it was logistically possible to write a foursome!
Second story in the Games of Chance series.
A light breeze, abundant sunshine, an easy comfortable ride, and forty miles of verbal silence had entirely elevated Ezra's mood from where it had sunk the night before. He smiled as the familiar landmarks that led toward Four Corners came into view, then glanced at his still-sulking companion and sighed."Can we stop for a moment, Mr. Dunne?"
For a few moments he felt sure that JD was planning to ignore him, but then the younger man pulled the reins and brought his mount to a halt.
"Before we reach home, I feel that I must offer you an apology," Ezra told him, noting the surprised look and the barely perceptible thawing of JD's stiff body language. "Last night I was tired, irritable and suffering a severe headache, and I'm afraid your endless chatter was having a profoundly bad effect upon my temper. I had no right to take my foul mood out on you and I'm sorry for what happened."
JD's eyes narrowed. "Which part?"
"All of it," he admitted. "Not that I truly begrudge the coupling. I needed relief and I'm quite certain that you enjoyed it as well. However, I did not give you much of a choice in the matter, and I must apologize for shoving you down a path that you'd probably never had any thought of walking. Particularly as I then refused to give you any directions on where you might go from there."
An eager smile suddenly lit up JD's face. "So, does that mean you've changed your mind about giving me lessons?"
Startled by the quick forgiveness and even more so by the question, Ezra blurted, "No!" As JD's face fell, he quickly amended, "What I mean to say is, you and I aren't very well suited to one another. You're still young and full of wild oats that need sowing, whereas I have already learned to appreciate a certain level of experience and refinement in my bed partners, even if that preference leaves me to my own devices much of the time."
JD nodded wisely. "I figured that it probably doesn't hurt you any to go without. You don't like sex much anyway."
"And what leads you to that conclusion?" Ezra asked evenly, tamping down on his temper as it started to flare up again.
He shrugged, "Well, you do it real good and all but if you really liked it there's no way you'd have turned me down. Besides, you're too fussy." He snorted. "You'd probably expect me to take a bath every time we planned to do anything."
"Very likely," Ezra said dryly, shaking his head at the quick recovery of his companion's self-impressed attitude. "I'm afraid your need would also prove far greater than the amount of time I would be willing to donate to your cause."
JD drew himself up pompously. "Yeah, I guess that some guys don't need have needs, the way me and Buck do."
Ezra nearly laughed, feeling sure that his young friend was in for some grave disappointments if he continued to try and emulate his hero with this attitude, but all he said was, "Few of us do."
For a moment, JD remained puffed up, but then he slumped in his saddle. "But who am I going to go to if you don't want to help me? I can't exactly place an ad in the Clarion!"
This time the gambler did laugh. "Quite true. If I were you, I believe that I would simply confess my relative inexperience to Mr. Wilmington and ask him for help." He held up a hand to still the squawk of protest he could see forming on JD's lips. "That isn't a slight. Compared with Buck, every man in town has relative inexperience!"
"Oh . . . yeah, I guess so. Okay, so what do I tell him?"
"Don't provide any details, and don't mention any names. Most particularly, do not mention my name!" he ordered sternly, getting a nod in return. "Simply tell him that you're feeling the need to begin engaging in regular bedroom activities but having no luck in finding unattached partners. I doubt very much that Buck will be shocked to learn that you've considered sexual exploits of both the male and female variety, nor will he be averse to paving your way toward further female conquests."
JD looked dubious. "You sure Buck won't think I mean . . . well, you know."
"Himself? No, and even if he does, I don't believe he personally engages in such alternative activities. He is, however, a man of wide experience and understanding. My guess is that he will be so horrified by the idea that you're thinking of turning to men out of sexual frustration that he will put all of his considerable energy and experience into instructing you on all the finer points of female seduction."
The young man's hazel eyes lit up with excitement. "Wow! I hadn't thought of that."
Ezra smiled smugly and held out his hand. "So, do you forgive me for losing my temper last night?"
JD shook it. "Sure, Ezra. Reckon I did talk a little too much, and even you must get a little desperate sometimes."
"So, I assume that I can count on you to keep the embarrassing facts of our encounter to yourself?" he asked dryly.
JD snorted. "Are you kidding? It's not like anybody would believe me anyway!" Then, he squirmed in his saddle, looking more than a little uncomfortable as he muttered, "Don't really want anybody knowing that I bent over and took it like a girl, anyhow."
Ezra grinned, positive it was that last consideration that would guarantee JD's silence. "In that case, I believe there is a juicy steak, a bottle of whiskey and a poker table waiting in town, each with my name on it."
~*~*~*~*~
Ezra helped himself to each of his desires as soon as they got back to town. As he sat in the saloon an hour after arriving, he noticed that JD had already started pestering Buck Wilmington over in another part of the saloon. Seeing the incredulous look on Buck's face, he grinned to himself, silently begging his friend's pardon for foisting the problem off on him. Though, really, Buck would probably enjoy having another opportunity to try and instruct his apprentice ladies-man in the finer points of love.
As he watched them, Ezra began to fidget. How dared JD assume that if he didn't want him, he couldn't possibly want anyone! The illicit encounter with the young sheriff had left Ezra feeling grossly unsatisfied and more than a little disgusted with himself for giving in to the impulse. As the evening wore on, he realized that he wasn't even interested in poker tonight. He had developed a craving for something far more dangerous and exciting.
"Gentlemen, I thank you for an excellent game," he said, excusing himself and gathering up his winnings as the current hand of cards drew to a close.
Exiting the saloon, Ezra looked around, his smile turning predatory as he spotted Chris Larabee and Vin Tanner sitting in a couple of chairs outside the jail, tossing cards into Vin's hat. Clearly, neither one was particularly busy tonight. He strolled toward them, keeping his movements as casual as possible. They noticed his affected nonchalance at once and immediately gave him their full attention.
"Evenin', Ez," Vin greeted him. "How was your trip?"
"Long, dull . . . and quite lonely," he replied, knowing full well that they would both pick up on the invitation he was extending. "I had nothing to occupy my mind save for JD's endless prattling about the unfairness of his love-lorn state. Really, he's been spending far too much time with Buck. I'm not sure he thinks about anything other than sexual conquest."
Chris cast a long appraising look over him. "Must've made it pretty hard . . . to sleep, that is."
"Mm," he hummed noncommittally. "Most unpleasant. In fact, I've found myself suffering from a most intolerable state of discomfort all evening. Do you happen to know whether Mr. Jackson is at home this evening? I really could use some attention before my difficulty grows any more pronounced."
"Not feelin' so comfortable tonight m'self," Vin teased, shifting in his seat and blatantly adjusting himself with one hand.
Ezra wished he had the luxury of doing the same, but he couldn't be sure that no one was looking their way. People expected crude behavior from an ex-bounty hunter. A self-styled gentleman gambler would be expected to display more manners.
"Well, then. Perhaps you had better join me, Mr. Tanner. I'm sure Nathan could help us both to feel better."
Chris grinned, his hazel eyes filled with anticipation. "I'll bet he could. You do both look like you could use some attention. Maybe I'd better escort you over to the clinic; just to be sure you get up all those stairs all right."
"Oh, I'm quite certain I'll need your assistance, Mr. Larabee."
"Me too," Vin rasped. "Let's go."
Together, they walked across the street and up the stairs to the clinic, Ezra keeping up a loud series of complaints about the misery he had suffered the night before just to discourage any interested townsfolk who might be considering an approach.
As they reached the top of the stairs, Ezra flashed his companions a wicked grin, which they returned in full measure. Giving a cursory knock to the clinic door in case Nathan was treating a patient, they entered the small space together.
Nathan Jackson was sitting at his desk, reading a book. He looked up in surprise at seeing the three of them. "What's going on? Who's hurt?"
Chris turned and flipped the little wooden sign reading, "Back Soon" over Nathan's outer doorknob and locked the door behind him, guaranteeing that they would not be disturbed. "Ezra here seems to have come back home from his trip a little the worse for wear. Was complaining just now about a real bad ache he's suffering."
For a second, Nathan looked concerned. Then he grinned in sudden understanding. Rising and taking a step forward, he reached down and traced his fingers over the bulge distending Ezra's trousers on the right side. "Seems like you've got a little swelling going on here, Ezra. Does it hurt bad?"
"It's intolerable," he replied with a ghost of a smile. "I've also noticed an increased stiffness in the area. Can you offer any recommendations?"
The light finger touches became a kneading grip that caused Ezra's eyelids to close and his mouth to fall open a bit.
"How's that feel?"
"I'm beginning to detect an improvement already," he decided. "Perhaps one of you might be good enough to examine a second ache, located just a bit further back."
Chris, standing behind the gambler, slipped a hand between his legs and pressed his fingers upward, caressing Ezra through his clothes. "Right about there?"
"That's the spot," Ezra groaned happily. "In addition, I find that there's a tingling sensation in the back of my throat."
"Think I could give you something to help with that," Vin told him, pressing close as he took a nip of Ezra's neck, suggestively grinding his pelvis against the gambler's right hip.
Ezra sighed. "I can't imagine where I might have caught it, but I believe I'm going to need lots of dedicated care to overcome this fearful condition."
"Maybe there's something goin' 'round," Nathan mused, massaging his palm more firmly over the swelling bulge in Ezra's pants.
Chris simultaneously attacked Ezra's shoulder, pulling his coat and shirt aside to gain access, and rubbing his groin suggestively against the southerner's backside. "Best get you out of these clothes so we can examine things a little closer."
"Good idea," Vin said, hands already reaching to free the gambler from his jacket.
Within moments, the three eager workers had Ezra stripped to the skin and were kissing, licking and fondling every inch of pale flesh that they could reach.
Ezra moaned, delighted with the attention, clutching Chris's sleeve and Nathan's shirt-front and tugging at them. "Too many clothes," he gasped.
"I do feel a mite feverish at that," Chris agreed, yanking his shirt off overhead. Popping the few necessary buttons, he had his pants and underwear down around his ankles in seconds, wasting no time stepping all the way out of them as he wrapped his arms around Ezra's waist and began humping his long sturdy shaft up between the other man's cheeks.
Vin and Nathan shed their clothing with equal alacrity, kissing and stroking one another as they worked to remove each item. Nathan leaned over Ezra's shoulder to kiss Chris, their mouths working, tongues grappling, even as the healer's work-roughened hands captured both Ezra's and Vin's cocks and began to pump them in a hard dual rhythm.
Ezra gasped at the experienced touch, wrapping both of his own hands around Nathan's sturdy genitals and fondling them with growing excitement. He had never met another man quite so well-endowed. The first time Nathan had taken him, he had not been able to sit comfortably for three days afterward, and the nightly dreams in which he relived the event had caused him to run up a most embarrassing laundry bill.
After a couple of minutes, Vin extricated the gambler from the tangle of limbs and shoved him down on the bed, diving between his legs and shoving them roughly apart, his lips and teeth nibbling, suckling and teasing every inch of Ezra's cock and balls, leaving him gasping and moaning in wanton disregard for anyone who might be listening.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," Ezra choked out as Vin jerked his hips higher and applied his tongue, licking and probing it against the one place on his body where no tongue had any right to be. Ezra's head thrashed against the thin mattress, gripping Vin's long hair with one hand and flailing the other pointlessly in the air as he struggled to cope with the strange, wonderful, dirty thing that was being done to him. "Fuck!"
"Thought you'd never ask," Chris growled. Vin pulled away and stood, allowing Chris to take his place. The gunslinger grabbed Ezra by the hips and jerked him down to the end of the bed where he could settle back on his haunches and support Ezra's waist with both hands as he positioned himself at the gambler's damp, well-prepared entrance and pushed his way forward. As Chris slid inside, he growled, "Oh, fuck, yeah!"
Ezra was given a minute or two to enjoy the wonderful sensation of Chris's heavy instrument expertly massaging his ass. Then Vin climbed over his body, head down, rededicating his mouth to the pleasure of Ezra's throbbing cock. His vantage-point made it easy for Ezra to return the favor, and he happily slurped the tracker's long lean member into his mouth and started sucking it like a candy stick. Vin moaned around him at the action, causing Ezra's back to arch with pleasure.
It was difficult to concentrate on one sensation with so many things to occupy him. The hard salty length of Vin's cock between his lips; the exquisite tickle of soft lips and slightly rough tongue gliding up and down his penis; the delicious burn of hard flesh pushing in and out of his ass and sparking that wonderful buildup of heat deep within his balls.
He both heard and felt Vin grunt around him as the other man let go of his cock and gave out with a long pleasure-filled groan. Suddenly aware of the mattress dipping lower above his head, Ezra opened his eyes and looked up. He was momentarily startled to see the long heavy pendulum of a dark scrotum swinging just above his face, and then he grinned as he realized that Nathan had joined in the fun and driven his heavy cock inside Vin's channel.
It took a few seconds for the awkward foursome to smooth out. Vin quickly adjusted to Nathan's presence as Ezra resumed his attentions, rocking slightly as he was simultaneously sucked and fucked. He resumed his efforts at pleasuring Ezra's cock just as Chris also picked up the rhythm and began to rock smoothly in and out of Ezra's body.
Ezra felt as if he were dying of slow pleasure. Any one of these men would have been a distinct improvement over JD, and had been in the past, but this! He had never imagined that he would be given the opportunity to share all three of them at the same time. It was overwhelming and so perfect that he wished it could go on all night.
Of course, that was not to be. For all his overwhelming size and strength, Nathan Jackson was the least talented when it came to sexual stamina. Just a few short minutes after he had started, he came with a heavy grunt, bucking forward into Vin. This caused a cascading effect. Shocked by the sudden completion, Vin exploded inside Ezra's mouth, his throat clamping down in a hard swallow, which caused Ezra to reach fulfillment as well. The near-seizure strength of his body-wracking orgasm caused Ezra's inner muscles to clench tightly around Chris, bringing him to a shuddering climax along with the rest of them.
The four men extricated themselves from one other, collapsing onto whatever solid surface was handy. Nathan sat back on the edge of his desk, Chris found a handy chair, and Vin just keeled over to sit on the floor. Ezra stayed where he was, his entire body twitching and spent.
"Everybody feelin' better now?" Nathan asked, a chuckle breaking loose as he looked at the exhausted trio of naked men sprawled around his office.
The laughter proved catching and soon all four were guffawing, clenching their stomachs and slapping bare thighs with giddy enjoyment.
"I must admit," Ezra said, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes as the room began to settle. "That when I took this job I never supposed there would be so many worthwhile benefits to being part of a team."
"It do scratch the itch mighty fine," Vin said, grinning when the gambler rolled his eyes at the deliberate grammatical mish-mash. Standing up, the tracker reached down and retrieved his pants, pulling them quickly over his long legs and then retrieving his shirt. Within a couple of minutes he was fully dressed. Tugging on his hat, he grinned and said, "Buy y'all a drink later?"
Chris nodded, hoisting himself to his feet and reaching for his shirt. "Hold up a minute, I'll walk with you." He never had managed to get all the way out of his pants and boots, so no more than a few seconds later, he was also dressed and ready to go. Nodding to their companions as casually as if they had just played a hand of cards, the two men unlocked the door and were on their way down to the saloon.
Nathan was trying to tuck his shirt into his pants around a twisted suspender strap, stamping his boots into place when he noticed that Ezra had still not moved a muscle. "You plan on getting dressed any time soon, Ezra?" he asked. "Wouldn't exactly do for somebody to come up here lookin' for a remedy and find you laid out on that bed, naked as a newborn."
With a groan, Ezra forced himself into a sitting position and reached to accept the trousers his companion was offering. "Why is it that nobody in this God-forsaken territory believes in post coital relaxation?"
Nathan just laughed. "Reckon you'd best be glad it is God-forsaken or we'd all be in a heap of trouble just now."
"You have a point," he agreed, cheeks dimpling as he settled his shirt, boots, jacket and guns about his person. "And as your patient is feeling much better now, perhaps you might consider closing up shop and joining me for a game of poker and that drink Mr. Tanner promised us downstairs."
"Sure. I'm feeling a lot better myself," he said with a grin. "Always did say that there's nothing like a little exercise to make a man feel good."
Ezra laughed, picking up his hat and gesturing the healer out the door ahead of him. "I will never doubt the efficacy of your prescriptions again, Mr. Jackson."
As they walked down the stairs, chatting amiably about this and that, Ezra never gave his ordeal with JD Dunne another thought. It was shaping up to be a most enjoyable night.
THE END
Aces Over Kings
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