Warnings: M/M sex (C/V)… explicit M/M sex. If it ain’t your thing, back away slowly and head for the door.

Notes: I promised some folks an explanation for my mention of C/V wearing matching gold nipple rings.

Webmaster Note: This fic was previously hosted at another website and was moved to blackraptor in May 2012.

Chris Larabee felt someone settle on his lap just as that same someone pulled the new Gresham novel he was reading out of his hand. He looked up to see Vin Tanner straddling his legs, staring down at him with blue eyes gleaming.

And completely nude.

“Mother always told me there would be days like this,” the blond said with a sigh.

His handsome face screwing up in a frown, the Texan said, “like what?”

Shaking his head, Larabee said “like looking up to find a handsome, naked man, sitting in my lap.”

Vin laughed, “thought maybe she’d warned you ‘bout men like me.”

Grinning, the blond reached up and stroked the auburn locks back from the finely chiseled features, “if she had, I wouldn’t have listened anyway.”

Tanner smiled, then gasped when he felt the rough hand trail down his neck, over his chest, and pause to play with the little ring in his nipple. His eyes slanted almost closed, and the tip of his tongue came out to run across his lips as his partner continued to fondle the little ring. He loved the tremors of excitement that ran through his body as the piece of jewelry twisted and turned within his flesh. He gasped as the older man tugged gently at it. “Shit.”

With a hungry gaze, the black clad man said, “you like that, do you?”

“Mm,” was his only answer.

Leaning forward, Chris took the studded nipple in his mouth, teasing the little ring with his tongue as he sucked at the hardening nub. He couldn’t help but feel pleased with himself as he caused the young man in his arms to moan and shudder as pleasure took hold. He continued suckling at the nipple, his arms holding his lover close. The blond could feel the other man’s cock growing hard and rubbing against his belly.

Both men were panting for breath, their bodies aching to take their love-making farther. Taking a deep breath, Chris pulled back and looked up into the glazed azure eyes. “Oh damn, what you do to me, Tanner. Let’s take this into the other room.”

“Ain’t sure I can wait,” Vin growled in reply. He pushed away from the other man, then grabbed Chris’ hands to haul him to his feet. “C’mon, ol’ man. I’m hurtin’.”

Standing with a soft groan, Larabee pulled his soul-mate back into his arms. They stumbled through the house, hands, lips and tongues exploring, probing and teasing. Somehow they managed to get to the big master bedroom, where Chris pushed the already nude Texan back on the bed and quickly began to pull his own clothing off. As soon as he tossed the last sock to the floor, he pounced onto the bed, straddling his partner. Leaning down, the blond nipped and sucked at the full lips of his lover, then forged a hot trail from the pouting mouth, down the long, sinewy neck, once more taking the silver ring between his lips. His tongue flicked at the pebbled nipple as he tortured the young man.

“Oh, Jesus… Jesus, God… Lar’bee… oh damn,” Tanner moaned softly, twisting back and forth on the bed beneath the older man. “Fuck me, Chris…hard… fuck me… please God… fuck me hard.”

Chris moved back, standing beside the high bed. He had come to love the height of the big, old fashioned bed when it came to sex with his lover. He pulled on Vin’s legs, urging the younger man to the edge. The Texan obliged, his legs drawn back almost to his hips. He was open and vulnerable to the blond, and Larabee groaned at the sight.

Quickly he grabbed up a bottle of lubricant, pouring a good amount into his palm. Rubbing it along his hardened cock, he poised at the tight opening of his partner’s ass. Teasing the tip of his pulsing head along the puckered hole, he said, “you want this?”

With an audible gulp, Vin looked up, blue eyes darkened to deep gray. “Fuck me,” he growled.

Larabee smiled wolfishly, and pushed the head of his cock past the tight ring of muscles. He paused as Tanner arched up and cried out in pain, waiting until his young lover relaxed before continuing. Slowly his thick shaft pushed along the thick muscles of the other man’s ass until he was buried to the balls inside his lover. “Oh, damn, you feel good… so tight… so hot.”

Vin’s long legs wrapped around the blonds narrow hips, holding his partner close. His long fingers were buried in the blankets beneath him, his breathing nothing more than shallow gasps and moans. He pushed down, trying to force Larabee even farther inside him. “Sweet Jesus… Chris… fuck me!”

The older man obliged him, his cock retreating until only the head remained inside the tight hole, then thrust forward until his swollen balls rubbed against the twitching ass. Holding the lean hips still with one hand, the other, still coated with lube, wrapped around Tanner’s swollen cock. He began to pump the hard member in rhythm with his movements inside the other man. Seconds later the room filled with the sounds of their love making, each man lost in the taste, smell, sound and feel of the other as they rushed headlong toward a mutual climax. As he felt his own seed released inside the young Texan, Chris felt Vin’s cum coat his hand. Both men cried out in unison as their lovemaking reached its crescendo. Each man cried out the other’s name.

Larabee dropped down onto the bed, his slowly softening cock still twitching inside the younger man. They lay entwined, arms and legs wrapped around one another as their bodies drifted on a sea of sexual bliss, slowly submerging until they were barely conscious. The older man felt the tiny silver ring against his cheek, leaned back, and once more began to tease at the piece of jewelry.

“Damn, ol’ man… you’re gonna wear ‘t out… y’ keep on this way,” Tanner mused as his body shivered at his lover’s touch.

“Mm,” the blond murmured. “When did you get this, anyway?”

“’Bout five, six years ago,” Vin tensed, knowing his partner was going to start questioning him about a bit of the past he’d just as soon not discuss.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you get your nipple pierced?”

“Fella I was with at the time… he talked me into it,” his voice took on a hard edge. he pulled away, moaning as he felt the other man’s cock slip from his body. Tanner rolled over, but felt the other man spoon up behind him.

“Doesn’t sound like it’s a fond memory.”

“Ain’t. He stayed long enough to twist me up good, then walked off.”

“Why did you keep the ring?”

Tanner shrugged. “Think I wanted a reminder of how stupid I could be.”

Larabee leaned forward, wrapping Vin tighter in his embrace. Nuzzling against the sweat-curled locks, he said firmly, “you are not a stupid man, Vin Tanner, and I had By God better not hear you say that again.”

With a soft sound that said he felt blessed at having the other man care enough to say such a thing, Vin said lightly, “yes, sir.”

Thoughtfully the older man said, “you’d look better with a gold ring.”

“What?”

“A gold ring. Gold would look better on you.”

Smiling, Tanner snuggled back against the broad chest, “reckon.”

“Would it hurt? To change the ring I mean?”

“S’pose so, a little bit any way. Ain’t never tried it.”

“Then let me buy you a gold ring. Okay?”

Vin thought about it for a few minutes. “We could both get one.”

“Both?” Chris winced at the thought of having his own nipple pierced.

“Yeah. Y’ remember me talkin’ about my friends, Jake and Alex? They got matchin’ rings some time back. White gold with tiny hearts. I ain’t for sure I want somethin’ like that, but just plain, gold rings would be nice.”

“I’m not sure, cowboy. I’ve never thought about getting one myself.”

Shrugging, even though his heart was sinking at the thought that Chris wasn’t ready for anything so permanent, Vin replied in a rough voice, “It's okay. If y’ don’t wanna do it. Reckon I’ll just keep m’ silver one.”

Hearing the disappointment in the soft voice, Larabee said, “it’s not that I don’t want to make that sort of commitment to you, Vin. I’ve got every intention of this lasting forever, okay? It’s not that. It’s just… well, hell, pard, didn’t it hurt?”

With a chuckle, the young Texan said, “like a sumbitch, and I was drunk on my ass.”

Chris shivered at the thought of doing something to cause such pain intentionally. “Cowboy, I’ve got to think about this for a little bit, okay?”

Grinning sleepily as he snuggled even deeper into his lover’s arms, Tanner knew what the outcome would be. Aloud, he said only, “okay.”

~o~

“C’mon Chris, stay with me… one foot in front a the other.” Vin Tanner kept his arms wrapped around the staggering figure beside him as they made their way through the club toward the adjoining shops.

“’M… try’n… bu’ th’ f-floor… floor won’ shtop m-moobin’,” the blond slurred as he stumbled against the wall. “S’cuse… s’cuse me.”

Chuckling as he pulled his lover back upright, slinging one long, black-clad arm over his shoulder, the Texan said, “c’mon cowboy, just a few more feet.”

“I ain’ n-no…cow… cowboy… dammit. ‘N I don’ need no more f-feet… gots too many ‘s ‘t is.” A drunken laugh erupted from the sodden man.

“Sweet Jesus,” Tanner sighed. “If I’d a known how y’ are drunk, I’d a never suggested this.”

“What? W-why? Y’ don’ like me… enn-eee-more?”

Stopping his partner, Vin leaned him against the wall. Taking the ruggedly handsome face between his hands, he bent to kiss his lover long and hard. Finally breaking off the kiss, he stood back and said softly. “I love you, Chris Larabee, and don’t you ever forget it.”

Smiling, hazel green eyes blinking rapidly, the bigger man said, “y’ do?”

Grinning cheekily, the long haired man said, “yeah, I do. Now, y’ still wanna do this?”

“Yup… I’m ready… r-ready ‘n willin’… ‘n ready… le’s go.”

Shaking his head, Tanner pulled his partner into his arms once more and led them toward the door. They crossed the threshold, finding themselves in a tiny courtyard that separated the dance club from the little shops. Quickly locating the one called simply ‘SKIN’, he half-carried the older man inside. Smiling at the good looking man behind the front counter, he said, “we’re back, Rick.”

“So I see.” The man shook his head as he looked at the blond, suddenly glad that he had gotten the waivers and agreements signed earlier. He could never do a piercing in good conscious on someone this drunk. He wasn’t certain he was going to be able to do it anyway, given the faint greenish tint he could see creeping up across the handsome face.

Leading Chris to the black leather covered table, Vin got him onto the surface, one hand keeping his partner in a semi-erect position. “C’mon, cowboy, let’s get yer shirt off.”

With a broad, wicked grin, the blond said, “wha’cha got ‘n min’, T-Tanner?”

Shaking his head as he started unbuttoning the black shirt, Vin said, “just a little pain, tonight, cowboy.”

“Ooooo, we gonna do ‘t ruff?” The blond leered.

“Jesus, Chris! Settle down, okay?” Vin could feel the burn of a blush creeping over his face.

With a deep laugh, the shop owner came over, pulling a little tray close to the table. Among the various instruments was a single, tiny gold nipple ring. Its twin now resided on the handsome Texan’s nipple, placed there earlier when the two men had come in the first time. The long haired man had decided to show his life partner how it was done by having his old ring replaced. The blond had blanched as the little silver ring had been removed and carefully replaced by the brightly polished gold one.

They had decided to fortify the older man’s conviction to get the pierce with a few drinks. From the looks of the disheveled man, and the fact that they had left the shop nearly four hours earlier, Rick decided that it had taken quite a bit of fortification. “You sure you want to do this?”

Blinking owlishly up at the man, the inebriated blond hiccupped and said, “yep.”

Shaking his head and smiling, Rick retrieved antiseptic and gauze. He gently wiped around the blonds nipple, which responded to the cold liquid by growing hard.

With a sharp intake of breath, the man on the table mumbled, “s’cold,” and started to slump back to the leather surface.

“Whoa, pard,” Tanner said, pulling his partner back upright. “Y’ gotta stay still so Rick can put the ring in.”

“’Kay,” Chris responded, once more slumping backward.

“Ah shit, Larabee,” Vin muttered. Shaking his head, he climbed onto the table behind his partner, settling the semi-conscious man against his chest. “Now, lay still ‘n let Rick do his job.”

“Shob? Wha’ shob?” Chris slurred, eyes batting as he fought to remain conscious.

“Piercing your nipple, pard,” Tanner replied. “Now, sit still for him.”

“’Kay,” the blond muttered, his head dropping back against the other man’s shoulder.

Shaking his head again, the Texan looked at the shop owner. “Git him now, Rick, while he ain’t lookin’.”

Grinning, the man grabbed one of the little tools from the tray, inserted the ring into one end, poured antiseptic over it, and pierced the blonds nipple in one smooth action.

Larabee jerked, his eyes flew open, and he screamed.

Holding the struggling, muscular body still, Vin said, “settle down, pard, it’s all over.” He felt as if he were trying to bring down a bull.

The blond slowly settled, chest heaving, a vivid glare settled squarely on the man standing before him. Even in a drunken stupor he recognized the look of fear he inspired.

So did Vin. “Don’t worry, Rick, I’ve got ‘m. Knock it off, Chris, you asked for this.”

Loosening a low, warning growl, Larabee lay back against his partner. Slowly he relaxed in Vin’s arms.

Tanner stroked back the thick blond locks, grinning as he watched the man drift off. He knew that there would be hell to pay tomorrow… if the drunken man sobered up. He had seen Larabee react like a bear with a toothache with less provocation.

But he would deal with whatever came. Because Chris loved him. Just as much as he loved Chris.

The End

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