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Universe: ATF
Pairing: B/V
Note: This is a continuation of the ficlet, Someone To Lean On, and is better understood if you read that story first.
Disclaimer: I own no rights to The Magnificent Seven, their characters or concept. I lay no claim to the concept of the ATF AU, and am eternally grateful to Mog for giving it to us.
Warnings: This fic contains explicit m/m sex. If that isn’t your thing, please do not read it.
Webmaster Note: This story was previously hosted at another website and was moved to blackraptor in April of 2012.
Buck Wilmington woke to the sound of someone being sick. He grimaced at the sound, knowing that the young man who lived in the apartment he was in was reaping the rewards of a two day binge. He had come to check on Vin Tanner the night before, and had ended up spending the night. The Texan was a mess, beating himself up over an accidental death. He had needed a friend, someone to lean on. Buck had provided that little bit of comfort.
He heard the sink running, and finally the slender man emerged from the bathroom. He was breathtakingly handsome, and incredibly well-built, and extremely naked. Wilmington found his eyes roaming over the well-honed body, committing every inch of the lean frame to memory.
And damn was he hung.
Vin looked up with a start at the sound of a groan, frowning at the sight of the other ATF agent in his bed. He hadn’t realized that he wasn’t alone when he got up, but vaguely remembered Wilmington coming over the night before.
And bathing… bathing him?
“Buck?”
Wilmington tore his gaze around the bulging shaft arching away from the taut body, looking into the painfully blue eyes. “Uh… hey, Vin.”
“I… er… what… what‘re you doin’ here?”
“I came to check on you last night… don’t you remember?”
Frowning as he did his best to recall the events of the night before, but they were fleeting and vague. “I… I think so.”
“Yeah, well, look… if this is as uncomfortable for you as I think it is – “
“Nah… I mean… its okay. I just… I just don’t r’member.”
Nodding, the bigger man said, “I can understand. Look, why don’t you get back under the covers before you pass out. You don’t look too good.”
Tanner had to admit that laying down sounded awfully good right about then. Shuffling to the bed, he crawled back under the covers, laying back against the pillow with a soft moan. His eyes fluttered open when he felt a hand brushing the hair back off his forehead. He found himself staring up into a pair of dark blue eyes.
“Sorry,” Buck moved back. “Look, I’ll go.”
Vin reached out a hand, grasping the bigger man’s arm. “No. Stay, Bucklin. Please?”
Just as it had the night before, Wilmington saw the need and want pouring from those wide blue eyes. Smiling gently, he moved back closer, his hand returning to stroke the softly tangled loose brown curls. Then, reaching down, he tenderly kissed the pale faced young man.
Tanner smiled, relaxing into the gentle ministrations. He felt the other man’s hand moving down his face, along his neck and to his chest. He gasped as a calloused thumb scraped across his nipple. Blinking back to full consciousness, he looked up at the other man.
“If you don’t want… I mean, if I misread – “
Leaning up, Vin kissed him. “No, y’ didn’t misread nothin’. I was wonderin’… I kept gettin’ signals.”
Smiling, Wilmington dropped down to half cover the smaller man. His hands began to roam down the fine body. After several minutes of exploration, he wrapped loose fingers around the rock hard cock.
“Ooooh… shit,” Tanner moaned softly.
Smiling as he watched the younger man’s reaction to his touch, Buck stroked the long, thick shaft. Sliding his hand down, he cupped the heavy balls beneath, squeezing firmly.
Vin cried out, his body arching upward. His hands sought out the metal bars of his headboard, wrapping tight around them as the touch became more insistent. He felt the long fingers squeeze and release before returning to his cock. There, they began to slowly pump the hard organ. His overworked mind reeled, his breathing nothing more than harsh gasps as Wilmington’s movements sped up.
“Oh… shit… fuckfuckfuck… oh… damn… SHIT!” Tanner cried out as he thrashed on the bed. “Oh… Jesus… GOD!”
Buck watched as Vin’s body bowed, quivering with tension. Then, with a final, hard pump, he brought the younger man to orgasm, milking his balls as he felt the hot cum coat his hand.
Dropping limply to the mattress, Tanner wheezed, gasping as he struggled to get himself back under control. Finding the strength to open his eyes, he blinked up at the other man. Smiling, he said, “damn… you're good.”
Laughing, Wilmington leered, “that’s what they tell me.”
Pushing the blankets back, Vin realized that Buck was naked as well. And sporting a hard on that would make a porn star blush. Grinning now, he pushed the other man onto his back, his hang-over long forgotten. Settling himself between the long legs, he hovered over the thick shaft, licking and then blowing gently across the sensitive head. Hearing a satisfying moan, he leaned down, taking Wilmington’s cock into his mouth. With a studied slowness, he slid down the heavy shaft until he had engulfed it completely. Then he moved back upward, just as slowly.
Gasping at the slow, steady movements, the mustached man rose on one elbow, staring down at the slender man. He laced the fingers of one hand through the tousled hair, urging Tanner downward. The other hand gripped the rumpled sheets as his body trembled under the masterful actions. “Oh… fuck… that’s good… oh that’s… that’s good.”
Vin continued sucking the hard shaft, one hand sliding down to roll the big man’s balls in his fingers. Then, balancing himself on his knees, he slid his other hand beneath the other man, probing until he found the puckered hole he sought. Gently he pushed the digit inside, sliding upward as far as he could.
“Ah, hell!” Buck gasped as Vin’s finger sought blindly inside him, coming in contact with the sensitive gland there. Reflexively he grasped the back of Tanner’s head, pressing him forward until he heard the younger man gag. Releasing his hold, he dropped back to lay against the pillows, eyes rolling back in his head as that long finger stroked and teased at his gland. “Oh… you… fucker… oooooooh FUCK!”
Vin released his hold on the other man’s balls, splaying it across a bucking hip to still it. He continued to torture the hot ass while he sucked harder and harder on the thrusting cock. His actions were rewarded by feverish cries and deep voiced curses from the big man.
“Oh damn! Jesus, Tanner! Fuck! Oh yeah, oh damn, fuck! Come on… harder… come on… damn! Oh Jesus, come on… FUCK!”
Vin tasted the hot lava flow of Wilmington’s cum fill his mouth and flow down his throat. He drank long and deep, milking the big man’s balls as he did. Hearing and feeling Buck collapse with a long, wheezing, sigh, he allowed the wilting cock to slide from his mouth and slid his finger from the pulsing hole. Rolling over to lay on his back, he dropped one hand across his belly, letting loose a long, satisfied sigh.
Laying beside him, the other man echoed the sound, adding, “Damn.”
The two men simply lay there for several long minutes, neither of them feeling the urge to speak.
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Buck ran a hand down his broad chest, over his trim belly, and found that he was hard again. Grinning lazily he rolled his head to the side, seeking out the other man. Frowning when he saw that Tanner wasn’t there, he listened for sounds that told him the smaller man was in the apartment. Then he heard the apartment door open and close, then the sound of footsteps coming toward the room. The door to the bedroom was pushed open and Vin entered, his arms loaded down with sacks and a drink holder loaded down with throw-away cups.
“Thought maybe you’d be hungry,” the long-haired man said as way of greeting. “Wasn’t too sure a what you liked to eat, so I got a little a everything.”
Wilmington chuckled, easing up to sit against the headboard. He accepted one of the bags and took the drink holder as well. He watched as Vin dropped the other bags on the bedside table and striped out of his clothes. Climbing into bed, he pulled the blankets up to his waist and retrieved the rest of his bounty.
Digging through the bags, Tanner retrieved a burger and fries, as well as one of the glasses, and began to eat. He turned when he saw the other man still watching him and asked through a mouth full of food, “What?”
Grinning, the bigger man shook his head and said, “Nothin’.” He opened a bag and pulled out a variety of paper wrapped items.
The two men ate in silence, devouring most of the things Tanner had brought in from the nearby fast food restaurant. Finishing, Vin gathered up all the papers and cardboard, carrying it off to the other room. Returning, he found Buck sprawled out on the bed, the covers barely over his hips and his cock tenting the sheet upward. The big man had his arms folded behind his head, blue eyes boring into him from across the room.
Vin smiled, crossed the room, and dropped sideways on the bed. Looking up at the big man, he said softly, “Wanna fuck me?”
Taken aback at the statement, delivered so matter of factly, Wilmington stammered, finally managing, “Wh… what?”
His smile broadening, the Texan repeated, “wanna fuck me? If not, that’s okay, but… I just don’t wanna miss out… kind’a like the thought a feelin’ your big dick inside me.”
Feeling himself color at the open way the young man propositioned him, the big man said in a hoarse whisper, “Thought you’d never ask.”
Grabbing up some lube from the bedside table, Tanner pushed the coverings away, licking suddenly dry lips as he beheld the other man’s erection. Opening the tube, he squeezed some out into his hand and tossed the container to Wilmington. Rolling to his belly, draped across the other man’s well-muscled legs, he exposed himself while he began stroking his slicked hand along Buck’s cock.
Accepting the invitation, Wilmington coated his fingers with the jelly and began to rub along the cleft of Tanner’s ass. As the smaller man began to respond with soft groans, he found the hidden entrance, and slid a finger into the tight channel. The groans grew more insistent, and he inserted a second digit. Scissoring them, he lay his other hand across the curved back as the excited man began to thrust back against him.
“Sh, not yet, calm down.”
“Oh, shit. C’mon… fuck me, Wilmington. Fuck me… Buck.”
Coaxing Tanner to his hands and knees, Buck positioned himself between the long, lean legs. Pressing his head to the pulsing hole, he pushed slowly forward, easing inside the tight ass to the sound of Vin’s pained grunt. Grasping the narrow hips, he stroked his thumbs along the lean waist. “Sh, it’s okay. It’s okay.”
Slowly the Texan relaxed into the burning pain, allowing the rush of excitement to overtake him. His head dipped down, then came back up as he thrust backward toward the other man. “C’mon… Buck, fuck me!”
Buck did. He slowly began to thrust into the tight, hot channel, withdrawing until only his thick head remained inside and then pushing forward once more. As they developed a rhythm, the room slowly began to fill with the sounds of pure, raw sex. Grunts, groans and the sound of body slapping against body. Wilmington reached beneath the lean body he held, wrapping his hand around Vin’s cock. He began pumping it, matching his movements inside the smaller man’s ass.
Tanner cried out again and again as the big man filled him with his cock. He thrust back, the exquisite agony of what was happening threatening to overwhelm him. The sensation of Buck pumping his cock in time with his thrusts sent him to his elbows, crying out again as he felt the energy gathering in preparation for sending him over the edge. Slowly he pushed back up, his palms steadying him on the bed. He bowed his head, eyes squeezed shut and jaw clenched as he struggled to maintain some sense of control.
And then, suddenly, it was gone. He felt his entire body grow still, followed by a sense of detachment as orgasm approached quickly. “Ahhhh, damn… damn… fuck… fuck, Buck… FUCK!”
Wilmington growled as he thrust into the slender body, his back arching as he felt his own orgasm approaching. At the last second he pulled his cock out, pumping it to send his seed across the lean back.
Tanner moaned at the quick withdrawal, his body trembling through the last vestiges of orgasm. He felt Wilmington lean against him, the big man’s fingers massaging the still pulsing hole he had so recently filled.
Together, the men dropped to the bed, a tangle of arms and legs. The walls reverberated with harsh breathing as they fought to regain some control. Slowly, very slowly, the two men calmed.
Drifting into a sated doze, Vin was only marginally aware of Buck leaving the bed. A minute later, he felt something warm brush across his stomach and groin. Sighing contentedly, he kept his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation.
“Roll over,” Buck coaxed quietly. As Tanner obliged, turning to his belly, he bathed the stickiness from the well honed back. Finishing, he returned the rag to the bathroom. Having already cleaned himself up, he came back into the bedroom and began gathering up his clothes.
“Ya leavin’?” Vin watched the other man through a curtain of his long hair, his head pillowed on crossed arms.
“You need me to stay?”
Taking a deep breath, the younger man smiled softly. He barely remembered the night before, but did recall enough to now that Buck had been there for him. Whatever the big man had done had brought him back from the brink of the abyss of self-destruction. And the morning had brought with it a pure release of the nervous energy he had built up. He knew that there would be rough days ahead, but Wilmington had given him back enough of himself that he could face that now.
“Reckon I’m okay now.”
His grin broad beneath his thick mustache, the big man said, “Never doubted it.”
Vin watched as the other man dressed, brushing his fingers through his thick, black hair. As Wilmington started for the door, he called to him. “Buck?”
Turning back to regard the man still sprawled across the bed, he replied, “Yeah?”
“Thanks. Thanks for… thanks for everything.”
He knew what those simple words meant, reading it in the sleepy blue eyes as well. But it wasn’t anything that either man could put into words. Instead, he simply nodded and said, “any time, stud. Just call me.”
The End
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October 2002