Notes: Just a little snippet. Chris comes home late one night to find ‘someone’ sleeping on the couch... and it ain’t Goldilocks.

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Chris Larabee yawned as he parked his truck outside his home. He saw the faint, blue-white flicker of the television through the den windows, but no other lights shone in the house. The leader of ATF Team Seven had spent the last three hours in a meeting over dinner, with AD Travis and the leaders of Denver’s other ATF teams. The other members of his team, including Vin Tanner, had been lucky enough to leave work at a normal time. His partner had planned to pick up a movie and some take-out and promised to be waiting for him when he came home.

Larabee couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the lanky, long-haired Texan who had strode into his heart almost a year ago. He had shared his home with the handsome, blue-eyed, child of nature for over four months now. Chris found that he enjoyed having someone waiting for him on nights like this.

Entering through the back door, he moved through the dark kitchen, picking up a bottle of scotch and a glass as he did. He kicked off his hated dress shoes, padding into the darkened den. Sighing, he spotted his lover. Tanner was all but buried in the cushions of the couch, his back toward the room, half hidden under an afghan. The older man dropped to the recliner, poured a drink and paused to consider his options.

He could roust the sleeping man from his slumbers, or he could finish his drink and go to bed. The gently aching tightness in his crotch was threatening to make his decision for him. With a soft moan, he adjusted the dress pants and boxers beneath, but it did little good. The fact that he couldn’t take his eyes off the denim-clad ass, outlined in the TV’s soft-silvery glow and peering from beneath the covering, didn’t help matters.

Setting the glass on the lamp table beside him, the blond loosened the dark pants, lowered the zipper, and slipped the boxers down. His hardened cock sprang forth, pointing unerringly toward the ceiling. He groaned at the release, and picked up his glass once more.

Eyes still focused on the tight ass across the room, he began to stroke his throbbing shaft. Downing the rest of the drink quickly, he reclined the chair to make himself more comfortable. His hand found its own rhythm, sliding up and down the taut flesh. Larabee’s breathing became more rapid and shallow; soft moans escaping his parted lips.

Memories began as he continued to watch the sleeping man. He thought back to that morning, Vin waking him up by taking his cock in his mouth. Chris had slowly gained consciousness as his body arched and shuddered on the verge of an orgasm. That memory was replaced by one of the night before, as he had eased himself into the ass now hidden from him by the tight jeans.

Larabee’s body stretched itself taut as a bowstring on the leather chair. He had indulged in the midnight handshake many times in the past, while he sat alone in the big house. Since becoming involved with Vin, those times had been rare, and non-existent since the Texan moved in. The young man was nothing if not a vigorous lover. It seemed strange to him now, but at the same time very enjoyable, to indulge himself while watching his handsome partner sleep.

The movements of his hand along the heavy, solid flesh of his cock became almost frantic. His other hand dug into the leather arm beneath it, and his vision lost its focus. The blue-white shadows blurred as he peaked, his body gathered itself, finally exploding in a raw orgasm. He cried out only once, as the hot cum shot forth, splattering back against his quivering body.

“Damn, cowboy,” came a raspy whisper. “Y’ could've waited a little longer.”

Chris looked up, expecting to see the curl crowned head peering over the afghan. Then he realized that the voice had come from behind him. He leapt from the seat, spinning as he gained his feet and took a fighting stance. The tall blond would have been quite the imposing figure, had it not been for the fact that his pants were wrapped around his ankles. Caught up in clothing and surprise, the blond fell unceremoniously on his ass. “Shit!”

Vin couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of his generally composed, always commanding partner sitting on the floor, bare-ass naked, cum-soaked, with a look of pure shock on his face. Finally composing himself enough to do so, he reached down and helped Larabee to his feet.

“Wh—who... I... who’s that?” Chris nodded toward the couch as he struggled to get his pants back into place. The blanketed figure stirred, but didn’t awake.

“JD,” Vin answered, still grinning as he watched the other man redden and then pale. He had entered just as his lover had reached a climax, and could easily guess who it was Larabee thought had been on the couch. With a voice quaking with laughter, he continued. “He came out t’ watch a movie with me. Somethin’ he ate didn’t set right with ‘im and he got sick. I told ‘im you wouldn’t mind if he stayed here, least til he’s feelin’ better. Good thing he’s a heavy sleeper, I reckon.”

“But... where were you?” Chris’ voice was still an octave too high.

“Out in th’ barn. I was just comin’ in t’ check on ‘im and see if he wanted t’ use the guest room, instead a the couch.” He paused, grinning cheekily at the flustered man. “That’s okay, ain’t it?”

“Uh...yeah,” Chris managed. He felt slightly nauseous as everything came clear in his mind. He had just jerked off while staring at JD Dunne’s ass. “I... I think I’ll just... um... go to bed.”

His smile turning sultry now, Tanner said, “I’ll send him t’ bed, then I’ll join y’.” Then, just as his partner reached the door, he added tauntingly, “reckon I’ll tell ‘im t’ lock the door behind ‘im.”

The black-clad body jerked as if it had been shot, tensed, then slowly sagged. He tried to form a response, but none was forthcoming. Dropping his head, the man shuffled from the room. He only hoped this was one memory he never had to relive.

The End