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Part of the Reunion Series
Part 1
Saturday mornings were probably Chris’ favorite time of the week, at least those weeks when there was no work to be done. Those mornings when it was just him, the silence of the ranch, some quick chores in the barn and a few hours of well, staring, before his lover woke. No matter what time he went to sleep, Chris was up by eight at the latest. A lifetime of early rising had him trained too well. His lover on the other hand, could sleep at any time of day, anywhere. Of course, Chris didn’t complain. This way, he could spend at least a little time every day indulging in his secret addiction. Just watching Ezra sleep.
They had finally arrived at the ranch a little after one thirty last night, a long Friday night having been spent at the Saloon. Chris had been exhausted, just wanted to sleep. Ezra, ever the night owl, had decided to extend their revelry. Chris had not unhappily given up the idea of going right to bed when his southerner had turned on the stereo and asked Chris to dance. Chris actually enjoyed dancing, had gone routinely with Sarah, and was often seen at fundraisers and dinners, and the like dancing with various women, quite often with Mary Travis. Mary knew about Ezra and Chris, even congratulated them on finding each other, and remained a stalwart friend and perpetual ‘date’ of Chris. It kept well-intentioned friends from hounding her about a love life, and kept anyone from questioning his relationship with the team’s undercover. Ezra, on the other hand, adamantly refused to dance anything but formal ballroom style dances in public. Ezra was a favorite at the federal benefit ball every year, but he would not go near the floor if anything other than that was called for. Chris had never understood, still didn’t really, why his lover hated to dance in public. Larabee didn’t mind however. In fact, since Ezra had initiated Chris into their living room dances, he preferred that his southern firecracker didn’t dance in public. Ezra could have easily made a living as a stripper, and his rather…provocative moves from last night had Chris twitching slightly at the memory. Chris had not paid much attention to the clock after that, but he figured it was three or better before they got to sleep. Ezra would be out at least until ten.
Slipping back into his bedroom, Chris smiled at the sight. Ezra was a sprawler, he was also, oddly enough, a cuddler. An unusual mix, but the undercover agent had never once been accused of being average. The younger man most often slept with his head planted on Chris’s chest, one arm curled lightly around Larabee’s waist, and a leg lain across his lovers. When Chris slipped out in the morning, Ezra shifted, cracked open an eye, got his morning kiss and went back to sleep, sprawled across the bed now, without anyone to share the king size with. The sprawl gave Chris a very much appreciated view of his lover. Tousled, slightly curling chestnut hair was all that was visible of Ezra’s head, face buried in Chris’ pillow. Perfectly bronzed shoulders and back were bare, a slight lift visible with each breath. Black silk sheets, a tongue in cheek gift from Buck at Ezra’s birthday a few weeks ago, tangled around Ezra from the waist down, the sleek material only highlighting, not hiding, the physique the younger man usually hid under suits.
Most mornings, Chris was content to watch Ezra sleep, his face relaxed, hair mussed and without those damnable suits, the southerner looked his twenty-eight years. Chris’ grin faded slightly. He was confused by his lover. Mostly by the fact that Ezra stayed with him. He was thirty-nine, eleven years older than his lover. He had a nasty temper, one that inevitably hit those he loved the most, first. He was nothing overly wonderful to look at. Surely the gorgeous man in his bed could do better. Yet, the compact southerner remained here. Chris watched for a few more moments, then Ezra started to shift around, the sheets sliding down just enough to even more markedly emphasize the tight ass under the material. Knowing Ezra was beginning to awake by the movements from the bed, Chris moved forward, not regretting in the least that he would be disrupting his lover’s ‘beauty sleep’. Callused hands slid gently from waist to shoulders, then back again, beginning a slow, sensuous massage as the older man sat on the edge of the bed. Ezra hummed lightly, arching slightly into the touch to encourage further movement. Chris complied, his hands pressing a little harder, utilizing his little known training in massage that had once been a gift for Sarah. Soon, he had the smaller man purring happily, mostly still asleep though. Ezra could be awake at the drop of a hat if need be, but most days he preferred to stay in the twilight land between sleep and awake for some time before rising to face the day.
Deciding he wanted his southerner awake now, Chris slipped his hands lower, massaging the ass he’d been admiring a short while earlier. He let his hands wander, alternately massaging and moving up to glide easily over flanks and back. Ezra’s hands moved from their position under the pillow to grab Chris’, stopping the motions. The southerner rolled over, facing his lover.
“ Morning, Ezra.” Chris leaned over to place a gentle kiss on the younger man’s lips.
“ Mmmmm.” Ezra half moaned, half purred, reaching up to tangle his hands lightly in the blond hair. “ Come back to bed. I’m cold.”
Chris grinned, Ezra was always cold in bed. The man wanted his bed warm…even had an electric blanket at the townhouse that was on most of the year. Chris refused to buy more blankets for his bed, he usually slept with the minimum of blankets. Ezra had conceded, generally preferring to use his lover as a full body hot water bottle anyway.
“ Ezra, its too late to laze around in bed. Time to be up, enjoying the day.”
“ I AM enjoying it. Right here.” Ezra responded, his voice more awake though.
“ I can think of something that would make me enjoy it more, though.”
“ Oh, really?”
“ Really.” Ezra nodded, grinning like the Cheshire cat. He slid a hand down his lover’s chest, not stopping until his hand rested possessively over the slight bulge in Chris’ jeans.
“ Mm. Thought you were sleepy.”
“ I was.” Ezra replied, pulling Larabee to him, kissing him deeply. Chris felt Ezra’s tongue, asking for entrance to his mouth. It was granted immediately, as the southerner surged forward to fully crush the older man’s mouth to his own. The searing kiss had Chris’ body responding quickly, when Ezra pulled away to lay back against the pillows again. He looked at his lover as if he hadn’t just kissed the daylights out of him, seemingly oblivious to the heat now obvious in Chris’ eyes.
“ So, what’s the agenda for today?” Ezra asked lightly, running fingers through his hair. Chris growled, Ezra had gotten him all ready to go, then dropped it as if it never happened.
“ Tease.” Chris had his lover pinned before the southerner could squirm away, initiating another long kiss. This time Chris pulled away, kissing his way down the exposed body. Ezra sighed, before pulling his cowboy up again.
“ You…are…overdressed…for this.” Ezra managed around kisses. Chris smiled tightly, running a hand down under the sheets to caress Ezra’s thigh.
“ Think you can fix that?”
“ Mmhmm.” Ezra was quickly maneuvering the buttons on Chris’ shirt, surely setting some sort of record as he slid the shirt off his lover’s shoulders and bent to lap gently at the now exposed chest. Concentrating his efforts on a single bronze nipple, Ezra took great pleasure in eliciting moans and sighs from his older lover. Chris never said much, at least not in words, but he was a vocal enough lover anyway.
Chris enjoyed the sensations for a few moments, before he pulled his lover up for another deep kiss. Pushing Ezra back against the bed, Chris yanked the sheet completely off the bed, exposing all of his southerner to his hungry gaze. Ezra got the same whole body blush he always had when Chris stopped to stare at him, a reaction that never failed to encourage the older man further. Moving to straddle the firm abs, Chris leaned forward to capture the slightly parted lips. Callused fingers wandered the smooth chest, brushing over hardened nipples causing Ezra to arch up into him repeatedly. His conman was a responsive lover, more so than any other lover Chris had ever had, reacting to every touch, kiss, or breath from Larabee. Josiah had attributed it to a lack of physical contact in his life, most likely based in his childhood, that made Ezra so sensitive to it. Chris didn’t care what CAUSED it, he was just going to enjoy it.
Whatever plans either man had, they were ruined when the sharp ringing of Chris’ bedside phone broke in. Ezra sighed, dropping back against the bed limply, waving to the phone. Chris shook his head, knowing if he answered now he’d sound like he’d been interrupted…which he had.
“ Answering machine.” Chris leant forward again, kissing Ezra soundly. Maybe, if they ignored it, they could pretend no one had called, that they had the morning to themselves. The answering machine kicked on, Ezra smiled again at the message his lover had on his machine.
// Larabee. I’m busy, gone or don’t give a damn//
“ Christopher James, that is hardly appropriate language for answering a telephone.” Chris stiffened, and Ezra laid back again, waiting.
“ This is your mother, Christopher. Its my turn to host the family reunion this year, and I was hoping all my children would be in attendance. Give me a call either way, Christopher.” Ezra sighed, knowing Chris’ relationship with his family was not strained exactly, merely distant. More so since Sarah and Adam’s deaths. Chris had not attended a ‘family function’ for the last three years. He’d gone the first year, but claimed that everyone wanted to talk about Sarah and Adam…express condolences. Chris was not the type of man to talk it out. So, he avoided the situation. Evidently, he could no longer do so.
Part 2
“ Call her back, Chris.” Ezra commanded, reaching out to grab the cordless from the bedside table.
“ Thought we were in the middle of something.” Chris stopped Ezra’s hand, leaning in for another kiss.
“ We were.” Ezra replied, smiling easily. “ However, your mother’s voice is now playing in my head, and I have no wish to make love hearing her voice.” Chris grimaced, and playfully slapped Ezra’s shoulder.
“ Thanks for the mental image, Ez.”
“ I could have suggested you hear Maude’s voice…”
“ No. Thanks.” Chris slid off Ezra, and reached for the phone himself. Dialing the number of his parents’ house in Indiana, he made the tactical error of putting his back to his playful young lover.
“ Hello?”
“ Who is this?” Chris asked, not recognizing the voice on the other end.
“ Who’re you?” A suspicious, and young, voice responded.
“ Can I speak to your grandmother please?”
“ I guess.” A moment later, Chris heard his mother on the other end.
“ This is Margaret Larabee.”
“ Mom.”
“ Christopher. I am appalled at your answering machine, young man-”
“ Mom. I’m not that young any more.”
“ Hmph. To me you are.”
“ Who answered the phone?”
“ Oh, that was Megan, your sister Erin’s oldest daughter.”
“ I know who Megan is.” Chris’ voice rose a bit on the end of his sentence, as Ezra’s hands wrapped around him and his lover started licking the back of his neck. Tease, Chris thought. Five minutes ago, he says my mother’s voice is too much. Now, I’m on the phone with her, and he’s ready to go.
“ Are you all right?”
“ Yeah, Mom. I’m…ah…fine.” Chris managed with Ezra nipping and sucking at his unoccupied ear.
“ All right.” His mother sounded a little too knowing for Chris’ comfort.
“ Now, can I add another plate for the reunion in two weeks, or are you still avoiding us like the plague?”
“ I wasn’t avoiding YOU, Mom, I was just…ah…hold on a moment.” Chris pulled the extension from his ear, dropping it onto the pillow, hoping to muffle the sounds on this end from his mother. Pulling Ezra around, he kissed his lover soundly, before grabbing his wandering hands and pulling them away from his body.
“ Give me a couple minutes, baby, okay?” Ezra just nodded, smiling flirtatiously, and reaching a hand out to brush across a nipple. Chris stiffened, and grabbed the offending wrist.
“ Mean it. Just a minute. No touching til I’m off the phone.” Chris picked the phone up again, only to be distracted as Ezra rose from the bed, still mostly aroused, and walked across the room to stand by the window, directly in his lover’s line of sight. Sometimes, it was a delicious hell to have a teasing lover.
“ Christopher?”
“ I’m back, Mom, sorry. Its in two weeks?”
“ Yes, the last weekend in June, like always. Are you coming?”
“ I’ll try to make it in, all right?”
“ That’s the most I can expect I suppose. Don’t work to hard, son.”
“ You know me.”
“ Yes, I do. That’s why I worry.”
“ Good bye, Mom.”
“ Good bye, Christopher. Oh, and Chris?”
“ Yeah Mom?”
“ Bring her. I’d like to meet your lover.”
“ Mom!” Chris nearly shouted, only to be met with the sound of a dead extension as his mother hung up. Damn it. Now how did he explain showing up without a lover.
“ What’s wrong, Chris?”
“ Mom said to bring my lover.” Ezra stiffened, knowing Chris had never told his family about his bisexuality. Chris always said he just fell in love with a person, regardless of gender. Society said it was normal with Sarah. It was wrong with Ezra. Chris would not be taking his lover home to Indiana.
“ Just tell her I’m unavailable. I’m working or something.”
“ I guess. She’ll be suspicious, though.”
“ We’ll figure something out, love. Now, weren’t we in the middle of my morning wake up call?”
“ We were.”
Part 3
Two weeks later, Chris was finishing up his packing, getting ready to fly back to Indiana for the reunion. He was not looking forward to the occasion. Not only would his entire family, all his cousins, aunts, uncles, etc., be there, they’d all be “so happy to finally see him again, what with Sarah and Adam gone…” and such. That was only part of it though. Ezra was distant the last few days, going quiet and spending the nights at the townhouse, rather than the ranch. Any denial of the cause Chris might have attempted was thwarted quickly by Josiah, who’d confronted Larabee yesterday. Ezra was hurt, that Chris didn’t tell his mother who his lover was…even though Chris had explained that his parents hadn’t met Sarah until they were already engaged. He just didn’t take his love life home with him. The fact that Ezra was rather obviously male, that just complicated things further. How do you tell a seventy year old woman that her son, formerly happily married with a child, was now essentially living with another man? Could Chris explain it well enough to his mother? That he loved Ezra, but was not particularly homosexual? Hell, he wasn’t always sure he could explain it to himself. What made Chris feel worse though, was that what he couldn’t bring himself to do, Ezra had already done. Maude knew about the two of them, Ezra had told her on her last visit. That was WHY it had been her last visit, six months ago. To Chris’ knowledge, Ezra had not received a telephone call, letter or any form of communication from his mother since. To be honest, it was part of what decided him not to tell his family. Despite their distant relationship, Chris would struggle to deal with his mother’s direct condemnation of his life.
Ezra watched from the bedroom door, as Chris’ mind wandered, a pained look crossing his lover’s face. Ezra sighed, knowing his selfishness was causing Chris to worry. It really didn’t matter if Chris ever told his mother or sisters about them, it didn’t mean that Chris was ashamed of their life together. Just that it would be hard to explain, a widower falling in love with another man. Cause useless friction and pain. It might hurt Ezra a little to know that his lover would never tell anyone about them, never talk about his lover proudly to others, it would hurt Chris a lot more if Ezra didn’t cease acting like a teenager about it.
“ Chris?”
“ Yeah, Ez?”
“ Would you…that is, may I remain here through your absence? There would be no need to pay anyone to look after the horses that way. If it is agreeable to you that is.”
“ Ezra.” Chris dropped the clothes he was packing, crossing the room to lay a gentle kiss on soft lips. “ I’ve told ya before. You can be here anytime you want.”
“ Yes, but you will not be here and-”
“ No buts. This is your home now too. Please, stay the weekend. I want you to. Be real nice to come home to on Monday.”
“ That reminds me…” Ezra smiled, and Chris knew from experience that that grin meant he was planning something.
“ What?” Larabee pressed, when Ezra didn’t continue.
“ You are leaving for the weekend. Three whole nights alone.”
“ I think I can handle it, Ez. I’ve gone more than three nights before.” Like the last four nights, Chris thought. Ezra had insisted on coming by today before he left, it was the first time in almost a week they’d really been alone together for any length of time.
“ What if I confessed that I was not particularly looking forward to your absence myself?” Ezra suggested flirtingly, his right hand coming up to brush Chris’ collar.
“ I haveta go, Ez. Promised Mom.” Chris responded before leaning in to press what was supposed to be a gentle kiss on his southerner’s lips. Ezra deepened the kiss quickly, hands busily untucking the older man’s shirt to slide up the lean back. Needing to breathe, the two lovers parted slightly, Ezra nipping a trail from jaw to ear and back again, unbuttoning the typically black shirt so he could get more access to Chris’ neck. Chris tilted his head automatically, his mind still wrapping around what was happening. For the last few days, Ezra’s barely touched him, made himself as distant as possible. Now, he was practically climbing in his lover’s clothes with him.
“ Not that I’m complaining…ah, damn.” Chris had to catch himself as his knees threatened to buckle when his conman started to suck on the hollow of his throat.
“ Consider it a proper send off, beloved.” Ezra answered the unfinished question, before returning to his lover’s neck. Shirt buttons again magically came undone, the older man lost in the sensations Ezra was creating that he took no notice when his shirt was dropped from his shoulders, or his belt was dropped as well. Ezra pushed him back against the wall, agile fingers making quick work of his fly before dropping to his knees to ease the denim and boxers down the blonde’s legs. Chris obediently, habitually, kicked the pants off his legs where it was gathered at his feet, needing the support from the wall as his younger lover kissed his way around the now freed cock that rose between them. Resting his hands on the gambler’s shoulders, Chris noticed for the first time that Ezra had not disrobed with him. Wrapping his fingers tightly in chestnut hair, he tugged just hard enough to pull Ezra to his feet. He nearly laughed at his lover’s pout, looking for all the world like a little kid whose favorite candy had just been pulled from his reach. Releasing his hold on Ezra’s hair, he pushed his lover slightly away from him, eyes conveying the teasing tone in his words even more that the words themselves.
“ Get naked.” Chris’ smile turned lascivious as his southern conman nodded, and slowly began to peel his own clothes. It was something of a game between the two of them, Chris enjoying the view as more and more bronze skin slowly appeared. Most people who knew Ezra would at least describe him as physically modest…with the exception of the tablecloth incident, he never went any where without more than one layer between skin and view. Chris’ illusions that his lover was shy had faded when they became lovers, Ezra’s tan was all over, literally. The first weekend the two spent together at the ranch, Larabee found out why. Ezra had almost no compunction against going around in the all together. Of course, if they had company, he wore his typical layers, and Chris was barely allowed to touch him. Without an audience, it was a whole different story.
Ezra slid his own shirt off, dropping it lightly across a chair. His belt followed at the same easy, teasing pace. Undoing the top button on his button fly jeans, Ezra grinned wickedly and turned to face away from his lover. Chris groaned, as Ezra literally shimmied out of the jeans, before turning back to face the older man. Now completely naked, Ezra strode quickly back across the room, and into the waiting arms of one Chris Larabee.
“ Better?”
“ Much.” Chris answered, spinning them around to pin his green-eyed tease to the wall. Kissing him deeply, tongue plundering the more than willing mouth below his, Chris peeled them from the wall, and managed to walk them across the room towards his bed without breaking the kiss. The bed was covered in clothes and his weekend bag, so, at this moment not very picky about where he layed out his southern man, Chris eased them both to the floor, grabbing a pillow on his way down. Tucking the pillow under Ezra’s head, he covered the smaller body with his own, sliding deliciously together as hands and mouths wandered across familiar territory. It seemed all too soon that Ezra was arching into him repeatedly, silently asking for more. Chris was sorely tempted to just drive himself inside his lover, but after four days without, and another three on the horizon of absolutely no contact with Ezra, the older man wanted to extend the feelings as long as possible. Slowly licking a path from navel to neck, darting to the sides to make a quick swipe at sensitive nipples, Chris laved the exposed throat before biting hard enough to leave a dark mark behind. Kissing and licking an apology for any pain, he moved up to the ear, tongue reaching out to brush across the hot spot just behind the lobe.
“ God, Chris. Please.” Ezra unabashedly begged, arching up once more to bring his flushed body into contact with his lover’s.
“ Want to make it last.”
“ Flight.” Ezra reminded his lover that they were on a schedule, and Chris grimaced slightly. Not enough time to torture Ezra properly for backing away these last few days.
“ Lucky. Deserve more punishment.” Chris responded as he reached up into the bedside table for lubricant. Ezra knew his lover meant that next time he’d be waiting for relief far longer than he had today.
“ Please, Chris. Ah…Gawd.” Ezra gasped loudly as Chris’ now slicked finger found his opening and pressed inside. The first finger was quickly joined by a second, and more slowly by a third. Chris purposefully avoided his southerner’s prostate, his left hand pinning the hips below him to the floor as his right hand made its way inside. He removed his fingers, ignoring as well the plaintive moan from Ezra.
“ Roll over.” Chris commanded, and Ezra rolled, beginning to get to his knees. Chris pushed him back to the floor, keeping the undercover agent pinned stomach down to the floor. The pressure created by the weight of the two bodies would keep Ezra from coming very soon, and it was also a position that let Chris solely control the pace of their fucking. Rising up to his own knees, but resting his hands on the gently curved hips to keep the enthusiastic younger man where he wanted him, Chris relieved Ezra’s legs of his weight.
“ Spread your legs, Ez. Open for me, baby.” Ezra complied, hips valiantly still trying to rise against Chris’ hands. Moving his own legs to lie between his lover’s, Chris replaced the restraining pressure from his hands with that of his body, bringing their upper bodies flush once again. Slicking his fingers once more, he resumed stretching Ezra’s entrance, quickly but efficiently preparing his young lover.
“ Chris.” Ezra begged, squirming but unable to do much worthwhile movement under the weight of his lover.
“ Shhh, baby.” Chris gently trailed his left hand down the sweat-slick back, stilling Ezra momentarily. Knowing that Ezra would only get more frantic, he had once pulled several muscles in his back when Chris made him squirm too long, Chris laid a few gentle kisses along the smooth shoulders as he removed his fingers to replace them with his cock. He eased inside, feeling Ezra’s body stretch to accommodate him. Ezra’s moan conveyed his satisfaction, as he struggled to thrust back towards his older lover, unable to accomplish much as Chris shifted his hands to restrain the man under him. Thrusting slowly and gently at first, the leader relished the snug heat of his lover. His own control rapidly slipping, Ezra’s encouraging noises hardly dissuading his desires, Chris increased the speed and strength of his thrusts, keeping Ezra tightly pinned to the floor as he moved in and out of the tight channel. Far too soon once more, Larabee could feel the wave of his climax coming on full force, driving his cock into the southerner with even more vigor and haste. Biting down just above the right shoulder blade, Chris muffled, somewhat, his scream as he pumped his fluid into the beautiful man below him. Collapsing onto the heaving back, Chris recovered his breath before withdrawing reluctantly from the deliciously warm body. Kissing the little rivulets that ran down the smooth expanse, Chris noticed the increasingly labored breathing and slightly uncomfortable movements of his lover. Hoping Ezra hadn’t managed to pull another muscle (explaining to the others last time was hard enough), he gently encouraged the southerner to roll over. It was immediately obvious what had Ezra writhing continuously. His cock laid flat against his stomach, finally free of the weight their previous position had placed on it. Pre-cum leaked heavily from the tip, the balls drawn up towards the body with tension. Smiling mischievously at his southerner, Chris leaned in for a gentle kiss, pretending to not notice his lack of relief. It was a good start to that punishment he’d promised Ezra. Ezra looked pained as his lover moved away from his swollen lips. Chris ran his fingers along the handsome face, petting lightly. Ezra sighed, resigning himself to his punishment. It never paid to make Chris spend his nights alone.
Seeing the resignation on the southerner’s face and in his body, Chris smiled again, wrapping a hand around the weeping erection. Ezra gasped, half surprised, half in ecstasy, at the unexpected contact. Stroking rapidly a few times, Chris stopped his motion, as Ezra thrust upwards pointlessly.
“ Chri-is.” Ezra nearly whined, any patience for playing now gone. “ Please.”
“ Do you think you deserve it?”
“ Cruel…and unusual…punishment.” Ezra gasped as Chris pumped his shaft a few more times.
“ I don’t know…you’ve been ignoring me lately…” Chris goaded.
“ Try to do better.”
“ Try?”
“ I will do better. Please.” Ezra strained up once more, and Chris could tell from the tension in the neck that passionate discomfort was actually beginning to edge towards the distinct pain of ‘blue balls’, as the slang would put it. He leaned in and captured the honeyed mouth in a deep kiss, tongue probing the other man’s moist cavern as he efficiently stroked the cock in his hand. Ezra rose off the floor as his orgasm hit, only his shoulders and feet remained connected to the wood surface as he arched, screaming. He fell, limp, back to the floor, Chris still hovering over him as he licked the semen from the sculpted chest before him. After making sure to have captured every drop, Chris managed a quick glance at the clock.
“ Shit.”
“ What?” Ezra was only half with it, already slipping into what Chris called his ‘sex-coma’.
“ We have to leave for the airport in twenty minutes. I gotta finish packing.” Chris got to his feet, and despite his great desire to spend the rest of his natural life lying naked with his gorgeous lover, slipped back into his discarded clothing. Ezra nodded, making no movement to get up, a testament to his losing battle with sleep.
“ I’ll…stay here.”
“ Might wanna get dressed. The boys are comin’ by in…any minute now, to see me off before Vin runs me in to the airport.”
“ All seen me naked before.” Ezra argued, rolling over, and Chris had to agree. The whole team had, thanks to a nasty combination of a gunshot wound and a knife wound at a bust last year that had required Nathan to cut off most of Ezra’s clothing to get at them and stop the bleeding.
“ Yep, but you were bleeding then.”
“ Same show.”
“ Maybe. But, if you don’t want to listen to Buck tease you incessantly about that nice little tattoo you got on your ass, I’d get dressed.”
“ Not my ass.”
“ That’s how I’d place it.”
“ Lower back.”
“ Real low.” Chris swatted the ‘tattoo’ in question, something Ezra had called henna…all Chris knew was it wasn’t permanent, and that he did NOT want to think of some stranger with hands all over Ezra’s ass. A trial period Ezra called it before he went for the real thing.
“ Hey, you boys decent in there?” Buck’s distinctive voice sounded down the hall, and Ezra was immediately awake, scrambling for his boxers and jeans.
Part 4
“ Should’ve known they wouldn’t knock.”
“ Never do, Ez.” Buck replied from the doorway as Ezra got to his feet and slid the denim over his butt.
“ Good Lord, Mr. Wilmington!” Ezra spun, his fly still unbuttoned.
“ Nice to see you two boys back to normal.”
“ Mr. Wilmington, we could have been…well we could have…”
“ Been doing what you’s doin a few minutes ago? Hell, I’ve seen the stud here in action before.”
“ Buck!” Chris warned, knowing that Ezra was uncomfortable with being reminded of Chris’ past. He seemed fine with Sarah and Adam stories, but the mention of other previous girlfriends or interests of Chris’ seemed to make the young southerner draw away from them all.
“ Hell, about scared Adam to death, but I had to explain that if he wanted a little brother or sister, well, some things had to happen.” Chris tried to grin, knowing Buck had changed the story to suit his audience. He remembered Buck walking in once…it was his Navy days, and Sarah was certainly not involved. The girl hadn’t been phased. Neither had Buck. Chris, however, had been more than a little uncomfortable.
“ I’m surprised the formidable Mrs. Larabee didn’t object to I’m certain your rather questionable education of her impressionable offspring.”
“ Think she was just relieved to have her four year old out of the bedroom, to be honest.” Buck shrugged.
“ What exactly did you mean by ‘back to normal’?” Ezra questioned suspiciously.
“ Does the term rabbits mean anything to you?” JD explained from the doorway, where the rest of the team had joined the group. “And I’d say back to normal looks about right.”
“ Hey, cowboy, you got fifteen ‘fore we need to leave.” Vin gestured to the unfinished packing.
“ I’m just about done.” Chris answered, dropping an extra pair of jeans into the bag before starting to slide in his shirts.
“ Here I figured you’d be early as always.” Nathan commented, handing a dollar over to Josiah.
“ I’m sure he would have been, except Ezra was here.” Josiah argued. “You might want to finish buttoning there, son.”
“ Good Lord.” Ezra flushed again, and actually turned his back to his teammates to do up the fly and grab a shirt. Slipping it over his head, not caring that the shirt was Chris’. It was big, too long and a bit too broad, but at least it was clothing.
“ Done.” Chris announced, zipping his bag shut and placing his toiletries bag on top.
“ Reckon we should head in a little early?”
“ Yeah, sure. Can’t hurt.” Chris nodded, grabbing his bag and following his team out of the house. Nathan’s Explorer was parked behind the Jag, Vin’s Jeep at the end of the line. Carefully securing his bags in the back seat of the Jeep, Chris turned to say goodbye to his friends. It was weird, that they gathered to see each other off every time someone left Denver, but the tradition had developed nonetheless.
“ Have fun.” JD encouraged, and Chris tried to smile. The only child of an only child, JD had no idea the rigors and difficulties of family.
“ Be careful.” Nathan reminded typically.
“ Try to enjoy the atmosphere.” Josiah seemed to have jumped on JD’s optimism bandwagon for the day.
“ Don’t kill ‘em, stud.” Buck was only half joking.
“ Let’s go cowboy.” Vin slid into the drivers’ seat, dropping his sunglasses back down over his eyes.
“ I’ll see you Monday.” Ezra leaned in and dropped a quick kiss on Chris’ lips.
“ Monday.” Chris confirmed, returning for a more serious and lengthy kiss. Buck looked at his watch, shot a look at Vin, checked his watch again. This could take awhile if they weren’t careful. Chris had always taken forever to get away from Sarah…that Ezra was just as bad with goodbyes didn’t help. Tapping his oldest friend on the shoulder, Buck wasn’t even phased by the glare it earned him as Chris and Ezra broke apart.
“ Sorry to interrupt, but there’s a flight to be caught.”
“ Damn. Gotta go.” Ezra nodded, and Chris walked around the Jeep, sliding into the passenger seat as Vin turned over the engine and headed down the driveway. God, it would be a long weekend without Ezra. He was getting used to waking up to the sight, sound and feel of his lover in bed with him.
Part 5
The weekend had not gone as badly as Chris had expected. Only a few people had mentioned Sarah and Adam, that was a pleasant surprise. No one wanted to spend what was supposed to be a celebration remembering the loved ones they’d lost. Especially not like that. The newest scuttlebutt had been his ‘lover’, who was she, why hadn’t she come along, etc. After keeping his answers vague, and generally descriptive of Ezra, just minus the masculine pronouns, Chris had been more than relieved to find that it was let go. Except by his mother, but Maggie Larabee had always been tenacious. Now, at twelve thirty on Monday afternoon, he was more than ready to go home to the ranch, sleep until Ezra got home from work and spend the rest of the day and night making love. Of course, he still had to survive the airport, and traffic, but with a little help from Lady Luck, he’d make it home in an hour, hour and a half.
The terminal was not overly full, the flight hadn’t been either. It was easy to spot the lean Texan in the small area, leaning easily against a pole. Chris crossed the lobby area, and Vin stepped from the pole to meet him. The sharpshooter smiled easily, earning a similar smile from Chris.
“ Ready to go home?”
“ Hell yes.” Chris agreed.
“ Rest of the boys’re at work, be out later to welcome ya back.” Vin commented casually as they weaved through the airport towards the car. Having not checked any bags, and on a domestic only flight, they didn’t have to make any stops along the way.
“ Anything happening?”
“ Nope. Buck’n JD are workin’ on the wire system. Nate’s in the labs and ‘Siah’s finishing up paperwork.”
“ Ezra make it in yet?”
“ Naw. Called in, talked to the Judge. Sick day.” Vin replied, far too unconcerned for Chris’ liking.
“ He say what’s wrong?”
“ Musta tol’ Travis. Judge told me he was stayin’ home with a headache…ya reckon he got one a’them migraines a his again?”
“ Hope not.” Chris answered before grumbling to himself, “ Be my luck though, both of us there, no work, and he’s sick.”
“ You got tomorrow off too, cowboy.” Vin reminded, having heard the grumbles.
“ Yep.” Chris confirmed, going silent as his mind went over all the plans he’d made for today and tomorrow while away from his lover. He had no later memory of getting in the Jeep, or even most of the drive home. What had started as plans for the next two days had become a stroll down memory lane, flashes of his last nine months with Ezra. Earlier flashes of the time when Ezra was just his undercover, not his lover. Something popped into his mind, and he swore out loud.
“ Ah, DAMN!” Vin shot a look at his best friend before turning his attention back to the highway.
“ Cowboy?”
“ Forgot.”
“ Hell. What’d you forget?” Vin thought Chris had forgotten something at the airport, or even in Indiana. Chris shook his head, before running a hand through his hair in minor frustration.
“ Anniversary.”
“ Huh? You boys got together right after the Norwich case…only been nine months and…eight days.”
“ Damn, Tanner, you keeping that close a count?” Chris was a bit surprised, he’d never bothered to worry about days, and he was IN the relationship.
“ Remember that case.”
“ Yeah. We all do.” Chris agreed, recalling that the case had nearly ended Team 7. Buck and JD had both taken bullet wounds, Buck’s was nearly fatal. Chris himself had gotten badly burned when a crate of powder exploded, a SWAT team officer had been killed. In the mass confusion, no one had bothered to see which of the suspects was actually their undercover. Ezra had been arrested, booked, and jailed before any of the conscious team members thought about it. Ezra had not informed anyone of his status…ended up in Denver city jail for four nights before Travis had gotten him out discreetly. It had been a disaster, all around.
“ So, what anniversary?” Vin asked, returning to the original subject.
“ Ezra’s been in Denver two years, this Thursday.”
“ Too late for all the boys to get off Friday?” Vin recognized the importance of the two year mark. The higher ups had said Standish wouldn’t last a year on Team 7. Travis had given him eighteen months. But it had been Chris himself who had, in anger, claimed that Ezra wouldn’t live to see two years on his team. Ezra had done something stupid, again, but the prediction had shaken their undercover nonetheless.
“ Gonna do something special.” Chris mumbled, and Vin nodded, knowing his friend and boss’s mind was rapidly going over possibilities and options.
Part 6
They pulled up to the ranch, the Jag now parked off to the side of the driveway so that the Ram could back out if need be. Chris had a two car garage, but the Ram never quite made it inside, and the other side housed the two snowmobiles, a riding lawnmower and other stuff. Sliding from the Jeep, Chris grabbed his bag, grateful to see Vin shift to reverse rather than turning the engine off.
“ You boys enjoy yourselves. Me’n the others’ll be out ‘bout five thirty.”
“ Thanks, cowboy.”
“ No problem. Don’t do anything Buck wouldn’t do.” Vin shouted as he headed back down the driveway to the main road. Chris shook his head, chuckling lightly. Buck would and had done almost everything…
Stepping inside the ranch, Chris was unsurprised to find the house even neater than he left it. Not that he was messy, far from it, but Ezra was the most adorably anal retentive neat freak Chris had ever met. Given a weekend with little or nothing to do, assuming the guys didn’t know Ezra was staying there they wouldn’t have come out on Sunday, the southerner would clean and organize to his hearts content. The tack room in the barn was most likely spotless. Knowing Ezra, the attic had probably been categorized, labeled and indexed.
“ Ezra?” Chris popped his head in the kitchen, although if Ezra called in sick he was most likely in the bedroom, as dark as it could be, enjoying the silence. Heading that direction, Chris dropped his bag outside the door, not going to disturb his lover with unpacking.
“Ez?” The room was nearly pitch, a remarkable feat considering that the sun was shining brightly outside, the middle of the day heat rising to stifling. Larabee’s eyes started to adjust, focusing on the person-sized lump in the bed. Yep, hoping to ignore the world and wait for the migraine to subside. Chris sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out a hand to the shoulder he could now see was bare…in fact as his eyes adjusted, he noticed ALL of Ezra was bare.
“ Baby, you all right?”
“ Better now.” Ezra’s grin was invisible in the shadows, but it was audible in his voice. This had been planned…sick my ass, Chris thought.
“ Really?”
“ Really.” Ezra nodded as if to emphasize his point.
“ Guess I don’t have to kiss it better then, huh?”
“ No! I mean, I said I feel better, not well.”
“ Oh. Can I help?”
“ A little of your special therapy previously mentioned could go a long way towards my recovery.” Ezra not very subtly hinted. Chris had never been a big proponent of subtlety anyway. He leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on his lover’s lips before pulling away.
“ Are we well, yet?”
“ Oh, I fear I’ll need some extensive therapy…”
“ Extensive, huh?” Chris had never been a big one for word games any more than subtlety. His own plans for today may not have started this way, but they sure as hell led to the same goal Ezra was aimed for. He managed to shed his boots quickly as he leaned back in, this time the kiss was stronger, urgent and passionate. Tongues met in a familiar wrestling match, and Chris’ hands smoothed over the hairless chest of his southern lover. By the time the lovers broke apart for air, Chris was well on his way to being as naked as the other man. His shirt was…somewhere. Not on him. His belt had been tossed somewhere off the bed as well. Jeans were unbuttoned, and soft southern hands had slipped inside the back.
“ Missed you.” Ezra announced as he began worshiping the strong neck before him. Staying at the ranch was better than the townhouse, he could feel Chris here, but still he could not see, smell or touch his lover.
“ Missed you too.” Chris nodded, as he tipped his head slightly to allow Ezra greater access. Ezra stopped suddenly, even in the dark he could make out the bruising on Chris’ shoulder, bruises in the familiar shape of bite marks. Ezra knew without a doubt those were bite marks. And they weren’t his bite marks. Pushing away from the older man, he managed to slide out of the bed while Chris was still too surprised to stop him. For once, being oddly consistent was a good thing, as the undercover slid into his own jeans quickly and grabbed for his shirt. Chris grabbed his wrist, confusion evident in his tone.
“ Baby?” Chris was more than confused, he was baffled, bamboozled, all those words Ezra could list in a second. Ezra teased, but never like this. Going to all the trouble of setting this up, calling in sick and everything just to not DO anything was completely out of character. Something was wrong. Maybe Ezra really was sick?
“ Don’t call me that.” Ezra jerked away from the restraining grip. Hurt, anger, fear, rejection and some resignation all flowed freely through him right now, his own feelings making him forget that he was dealing with a man who went from calm to frighteningly angry in about 3 words on occasion.
“ I’ve called you that since we got together. What’s wrong, Ezra?” Chris reached out again, a hand clasping on to the other man’s shoulder.
“ Don’t touch me. Not now.” Ezra pulled away again, reaching for the shirt Chris yanked away from his hand quickly.
“ What the hell is going on?”
“ I’m leaving.”
“ Like hell you are!”
“ Leave me the fuck alone!” Ezra wrenched away from Chris again, unable to stand his ‘lover’s’ touch now.
“Talk to me damn it. I want, I need to know-”
“ That’s right! Everything’s about YOU! YOU want, YOU need, YOU get! YOUR family, YOUR life, YOUR desires! If this is how you treated Sarah then it’s a miracle she never left your ass!” Chris’ never that long fuse had just about run out.
“ Leave her out of whatever the hell you’re getting at.”
“ THREE FUCKING NIGHTS!” Ezra yelled, tears threatening at the back of his eyes. “YOU’RE GONE THREE NIGHTS! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENS WHEN I’M UNDER FOR WEEKS?”
“ What the fuck are you yelling about?”
“ Just leave me alone. I don’t want to see you now.” Ezra’s voice dropped to nearly a whisper, as he slipped past the thoroughly confused, a little angry and rapidly approaching hurt team leader. Chris waited until he heard the familiar engine of the Jag headed down the driveway before dropping back onto his bed. He had no idea what the hell had happened, only that Ezra had just left him. As the ‘man in black’ usually did, his hurt was channeled back into anger, deciding that if Ezra wanted to be left alone, he could manage to make sure the southerner was alone.
Part 7
A few hours later, the rest of Team 7 arrived at the ranch, surprised that the Jaguar was not parked in its usual spot. Walking on inside, they were greeted by the sound of a running shower. There was no sign of either Chris or Ezra in the rest of the house however.
“ Think they’re cleaning up?” Buck suggested.
“ But the hall bathroom is empty- Oh.” JD got it, and his eyes went a little wider.
“ Yeah. Oh.” Buck nearly laughed at the kid’s expression. The shower went off, and Buck popped his head in the master bedroom.
“We’re here, boys.” Chris responded with a grunt, but there was no other sound. Buck shrugged it off, and the guys headed for the living room. Josiah retrieved some beers from the fridge, noticing that Ezra had struck again, the refrigerator was organized carefully. Taking their usual seats around the living room, they were surprised to see just Chris appear a few minutes later, clad only in jeans his hair still wet from the shower. Everyone also noticed the couple dark marks on his shoulder, and grinned.
“ Where’s Ez?”
“ Not here.” Chris’ words were non-committal, but his tone was angry.
“ Uh, you boys have a fight?” Buck asked, hoping not to piss off his oldest friend too badly by asking.
“ Hell, EZRA had a fight. I barely got a word in. Halfway-” Chris stopped realizing his team probably didn’t really want to hear about what they were doing before the fight.
“ He stopped and just got up, yelled a bit and left.”
“ Damn, your technique can’t be that bad.”
“ Buck.” Chris warned, but his eyes were on Vin, who had a distinctly green look that Josiah had noticed as well.
“ Vin? You know what happened?”
“ Reckon maybe.”
“ Spill, damn it.”
“ How far were you boys…uh along?”
“ Hell, Vin, a bit personal don’t ya think?”
“ Just askin’ cuz cowboy, you got a couple nasty bites on that shoulder.”
“ What?” Chris glanced in the hall mirror and cringed. He’d forgotten about Kelly’s little girl biting him twice. Ashley was four, and his niece, but Ezra couldn’t know where the marks came from or who. “SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!”
“ Pard?”
“ Ashley’s evidently going through a ‘biting phase’, got me a couple times.”
“ Damn. Ez saw the marks, got pissed…”
“ Fuck. You boys behave. I gotta talk to Ez.” Chris grabbed a shirt and his boots from his room quickly, and snatched the keys to the Ram from the table.
“ Careful Chris. Bound to be hurtin’.” Nathan warned.
“ Yeah.” Driving on autopilot, running over ways to explain in his head, Chris found himself parked in front of the townhouse hoping Ezra had come straight home. If he wasn’t here, Chris would try work, then who knows where the damn southerner was if not there or here. He didn’t bother with knocking, utilizing the key Ezra had given him months ago. Slipping inside, he quickly keyed in the alarm code. Ezra wasn’t in the living room, or the kitchen. Please, let him be in the bedroom. Let him be here.
Ezra sprawled across his bed, willing the tears not to fall. When he heard the door behind him open, he automatically had his gun out from under the pillow and aimed at the door. And Chris.
“ Leave me alone, damn it.” Ezra sat up and faced his lover. Or was it former lover now?
Part 8
“ Was planning on it. Vin figured out what was wrong.”
“ Great, you sleeping with him too?”
“ What?! No!” Chris sat next to his southerner, pretending not to notice the flinch at the proximity. “Ezra, I’m sorry. I should have figured it out this afternoon, about the bites on my shoulder.”
“ Oh right, so you could what? Tell me straight out that someone other than me had been marking you? That’d help.”
“ Ezra, shut up and let me explain. The bites are from Ashley. My NIECE Ashley. She’s four, and her mother swears its just a ‘biting phase’. I’d never, NEVER, cheat on you. You hear me?”
“ Oh, I hear you. Doesn’t mean I believe it. Although, it is at least a creative variation on ‘its not what you think’.” Chris would have been more than happy to kill whoever had created such distrust in his lover.
“ What do I gain from lying?”
“ A make-up fuck? A boy toy for future convenient fucks?” Ezra suggested crudely. “Hell, I’ve been hearing since I was sixteen that I’m a good fuck. Of course, those were girls, but I figure I’m as good on the other end too, right?”
“ Ezra, I love you. I thought you knew that. I wouldn’t hurt you like that.”
“ It doesn’t matter.”
“ Yes it does. God, do want to ask my mother? My sister? Give ‘em a call.” Chris pulled the shirt over his head, revealing the marks in question. “Take a good look. This look like a love bite you? I love YOU, Ezra. And I thought you loved me.”
“ I do. I…believe you.” Ezra sighed, looking at the bruises in question. The teeth marks were actually visible in the bruise, and his experience with forensics, thanks to snippets from Nathan, told him it was from behind. Chris was a natural top. Besides, if Chris wanted out of the relationship, he’d had a chance. Instead, he was here, trying adorably to apologize for the misunderstanding. “ You never did answer my question.”
“ Huh?” Chris asked, trying to remember what question had been asked.
“ Am I as good on the other end?”
Part 9
“ Excuse me?”
“ You’ve been around Mr. Wilmington far too long. To be blunt, am I a good fuck?”
“ Definitely.” Chris dove in for a kiss, quickly pressing his young lover down onto the bed. He broke off the kiss, nibbling his way down the neck exposed to him.
“ I’m a good piece of ass, then?”
“ The best. Tight, hot and gorgeous.” Chris replied, whispering into the ear he was now licking lightly. Ezra sighed, and Chris sucked at the point behind the lobe. Callused hands pushed the hastily donned t-shirt up, and Larabee switched to licking a path up his lover’s abdomen and chest, from the button on his jeans to the spot directly between the two flat dusky nipples. Heading back down towards the jeans, Chris detoured to the sides, kissing his way down sensitive and slightly ticklish flanks, occasionally swiping his tongue across the entire plane of rippled abs. Ezra had showered as well after their…misunderstanding earlier. Chris could still smell the citrus from Ezra’s soap. Reaching the spot where skin met jeans, Chris rested his chin on the forming bulge at Ezra’s groin and looked up towards his lover’s face. Ezra’s t-shirt lay scrunched at his armpits, slightly obscuring the beautiful features of the southerner’s face. Chris watched the chest rise and fall with increasing frequency, as Ezra squirmed, causing Chris’ chin to shift about over his swelling package. Holding those wriggling hips down, Chris changed the angle of his head to mouth Ezra through the jeans.
“ Ah GAWD!” Ezra cried, straining again at the restraining hold. This restraint thing was getting to be a pattern…erotic though, so he didn’t really mind. Chris broke away from what he was doing, deciding it was time to torture his lover for having pulled away last week. After all, Ezra had been promised punishment for his behavior. Sliding down the denim, Chris dropped from the end of the bed to kneel at Ezra’s feet, gently slipping the simple white socks from graceful feet. Chris flicked out his tongue, lightly skimming over the now exposed toes. They curled wonderfully, Ezra gasping up on the bed. Deciding he liked this new avenue for inducing pleasure, Chris captured the toe of Ezra’s right foot in his mouth, sucking gently at first but graduating to hard, long sucks as Ezra writhed and groaned. Switching to the other foot, Chris showered his attention on those toes before kissing his way up to the ankle, sucking just below the little ball that protruded. He ran his hands up under the denim, gliding over lightly haired calves up to the knees, caressing all he could reach. His hands switched to caressing those beautiful legs over the jeans as Chris slid along his lover’s body, their bare chests rubbing as he continued up to bring his lips to Ezra’s, parting them with his tongue and possessing that moist cavern beyond. Chris could feel Ezra’s erection against his thigh, his own pressing with increasing discomfort against his own boxers and jeans. Breaking off from the kiss again, the leader smiled as the smaller man whimpered slightly. Unbuttoning and unzipping Ezra’s jeans, the older man was pleasantly surprised to find that Ezra was still commando after his shower.
“ Raise your hips, Ez.” Chris commanded softly, slipping the jeans down to his lover’s knees when the gambler complied. Ezra squirmed lightly, his limbs caught awkwardly in his half off shirt and jeans.
“ Chris.” Ezra nearly whined, unable to touch his lover, to return the attention being paid him. Larabee just grinned wider, and slid the shirt completely off before taking care of the jeans as well. Ezra lay naked beneath him once again, and Chris backed off slightly to enjoy the view for a moment. The sight nearly made him breathless. God, the little firecracker was more than beautiful…he was exquisite, perfect.
“ Chris?” Ezra asked, curious, as his lover lightly caressed his stomach.
“ So damn perfect.” Chris replied, kissing the navel where the trail of wiry hair leading south began. The younger man arched up, gasping when Chris rimmed the indentation, then began thrusting his tongue inside. For what seemed like an eternity, the blond showered attention on the belly button, ignoring the now leaking shaft that occasionally rubbed against his shoulder. Finally tiring of the now slightly reddened navel, Chris headed south, kissing his way past the groin, down a strong thigh to the knee, where he nipped and sucked at the sensitive spot behind it. Satisfied that there would be a mark there tomorrow, Chris headed up again, once again bypassing the weeping steel. He kissed his way up the chest, across both shoulder, up the column of the throat, under the chin and up the stubborn jaw to the hairline, burying his nose in the fresh shampoo scent found there. Ezra grabbed him and brought their mouths together forcefully, the southerner taking control of the kiss as he thrust his tongue into Chris’ mouth before withdrawing to suck mightily on the tongue now invading his own mouth. Chris moaned gutturally, not even minding when Ezra managed to roll them both so that the lithe southerner straddled the older man. Ezra massaged Chris’ chest lightly, hands playing with the hardened nipples as he nibbled on the ear closest to him. Chris dropped his hands to Ezra’s ass, kneading the cheeks possessively. Insinuating a hand between the cheeks, he slid into the cleft, pressing lightly at the bud hidden there. Ezra moaned his appreciation, moving to lick and nip at the bite marks that had so upset him earlier. Gentle, uncallused hands swept along Chris’ chest, stopping to fumble with the button and zipper on the now deliciously painful restricting denim. Diving in towards the goal, those hands slipped with practiced ease through the boxers and brought out Chris’ own erection. Pushing the denim just far enough down to completely free ass and genitals, Ezra brought their manhoods together. Both men hissed at the heated contact. Chris fumbled in the nightstand for a second, before coming away successful with the lube. Quickly covering a finger, Chris returned to the bud, this time only rimming the hole, slicking it up for the rapidly approaching future. Ezra wriggled wantonly, their erections continuing to rub together. Grabbing those tantalizing hips, Chris halted the movement.
“ You keep that up, I’m gonna lose it before I can use it.” Ezra grinned at the play on words, but obediently allowed his lover to move him so Chris’ cock stood behind Ezra’s ass, the southerner’s rising over his lover’s abs.
“ By all means, use it.” Ezra teased, hand reaching around to pull lightly on the rigid penis. Ezra leaned forward, taking Chris’ lips in another mind-blowing kiss as Chris inserted his index finger into the gambler’s anus. The kiss continued as Chris slicked a second finger to the join the first, stretching. When a third digit made its entrance, Ezra pulled away from the kiss, thrusting back onto the fingers, their chests sliding against each other as he did so. Chris brushed across Ezra’s prostate, causing the other man to tense up briefly as the pleasure shot through him. A fourth finger joined in, and Ezra was reduced to basic incoherency. Pulling his young lover to him, Chris crushed their mouths together before pushing back on the shoulders to make Ezra sit upright. Removing his fingers, Chris rapidly positioned his throbbing manhood at his southerner’s hole.
Ezra felt the head begin to penetrate and immediately thrust backwards to impale himself, nearly screaming in pleasure at the fullness of the feeling. Chris flung his head back at the exquisite sensation of being inside his lover again. God, this feeling never got old…it was better every time it seemed. Keeping those damning hips still for a moment, Chris once again pulled Ezra’s head down for a heated kiss. Breaking away, both men panted harshly, trying to recover their breath.
“ So perfect. So hot.” Chris managed, his hand gently stroking the face he loved so much. Ezra merely began moving, riding Chris hard towards the only goal in either of their minds at the moment. Chris was soon thrusting up, meeting the downward force of the undercover as their climaxes rushed towards them both. Reaching for Ezra’s cock, Chris began to rapidly stroke the weeping member as Ezra threw his head back and moved somehow faster. All too soon, Ezra shouted his release to the world, Chris soon following as the contractions of Ezra’s already tight channel sent him spiraling.
Chris recovered slowly, his mind refocusing. Make-up sex had always been wild with others and if this was anything to go by, it was just as wild with Ezra. Speak of the devil, he was currently collapsed against Chris’ chest, his breathing slowing as the southerner fell asleep with Chris still sheathed inside him.
“ Ez?” No answer.
“ Trouble?”
“ Hmm?” Ezra mumbled, nuzzling in to his lover’s chest lightly. Chris didn’t respond, but shifted his hips to slip from his lover, earning a low groan of disappointment. Ezra however, didn’t move, remaining in his position on top of his lover, face buried in the crook of Chris’ neck.
“ You comfortable?” Chris asked, feeling slightly squashed, but in a pleasant way.
“ Mm.” Yep, Chris thought, sex-coma. Not only were there no big words, there weren’t any words at all. Despite what seemed like agreement, the southerner slipped to the side, pressed against the taller man tightly as he slipped into an exhausted sleep. Chris curled an arm around his lover, running gentle hand through tousled chestnut hair, settling into a relaxed light nap, watching over his lover.
The End
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