Pairings: C/V

Thanks: to Muse, Jean and Rick for their Beta and advice! And, yes, all of the toys are ‘legit’ and for sale on the internet

Notes: KAP asked for an slashfic, focusing on sex and bondage. This took me places I had never been before (but might return for a visit). Needless to say, this is my first attempt at this sort of story, I hope I don’t disappoint you!!

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

Prelude...the night before:

They had been laying together in bed the night before, Vin running one hand seductively down his lover’s taut, muscular side, when the idea was born. Chris had looked up at him from the pillow, green hazel eyes glittering with passion.

“There are times when I still can’t believe this is happening.”

Still insecure enough in the relationship to worry, but unwilling to admit it even to himself, Vin frowned. “What ‘cha mean?”

Running his hand over the taut body perched above him, Larabee said, “this. Me...you...us. I never thought I’d have anything like this again. Sure didn’t figure on anything so...” he sighed, trying to find the words. “So free...so exciting.”

Tanner smiled, then his eyes widened and his mouth flew open as he gasped. The blond’s hand slid down his chest, across his belly, and nestled itself amongst the nest of silken curls between his legs. As Chris began to leisurely fondle his cock, he groaned. “Damn, ol’ man. We done fucked half the night. What more y’ want?”

“To fuck the whole night,” hungry eyes flashing with wanton desire, “I want to do the wildest things, the most exciting things we can manage. You’ve captured me heart and soul kid, and I want to experience it all.”

The seed was planted, and Vin Tanner woke before dawn to set the stage. If Chris wanted wild and exciting, he would damn well do his best to deliver wild and exciting...

~o~

Chris grunted as he heaped his shovel full of the matted straw, tossing it into the wheelbarrow that stood in the corner of the stall. The day’s heat had already caused him to strip down to boots and shorts. He smiled as the night before ran through his mind, feeling his cock responding to those memories as well. He had wakened just after dawn, to find Vin curled up next to him, blissfully unaware that the older man was watching him. He had slipped from the bed, thrown on the worn-thin denim shorts that boasted more rips than material, a T-shirt, and the battered old boots that were only fit to wear in the barn. Despite what he wanted to do...spend the day in bed with his young lover...Saturday morning chores beckoned him. Turning the horses out into the corral, he began cleaning their stalls. It hadn’t taken long for the big structure to warm up to the point that he pulled his shirt off, grinning when he saw the faint pink trails that Vin’s nails had blazed along his chest.

Silent, standing at the open barn door, Tanner studied his partner and lover at work. Watching the well-honed muscles ripple beneath the tan flesh, he sighed. One hand moved to his crotch, gently massaging the aching bulge that threatened to rip through his jeans. That ache increased as he saw the flash of ass cheek appear in the gap of one of the splits of the old jeans. Naked to the waist as well, he wore only tight, well-worn denim and boots. Unaware of his own sensuality, he saw only that of the man he had allowed to claim him, heart and soul. He craved nothing so much as the feel of that glistening, hard body. Unable to wait any longer, he reached up and grabbed one of the items he had stashed away for this day, and moved stealthily across to the open stall.

Larabee tensed as he sensed someone behind him. Stopping, the shovel paused half way between the floor and the wheelbarrow, he listened. “Vin?” In response, he was pressed against the open slat stall wall, the shovel pulled from his grasp. “Vin!”

Recognizing the hint of rising defensiveness in the soft voice, Tanner said, ”just me, cowboy, no need t’ go on the worry.” His lips and tongue moved to taste the drying perspiration along the broad shoulders.

His breath quickening at the touch, Chris moaned, fighting to form words. “What... what are you... oh god... what are you doing?”

“Everything, pard. I’m fixin’ t’ do everything I can think of. Ain’t no need t’ worry... y’ know I won’t hurt y'. Y’ trust me?” He whispered the words against the supple flesh.

“Y-yeeeeeeees,” Larabee moaned as he felt the lips and tongue moving to his neck.

With a quick movement, Vin took the lean, muscular arms, and stretched them out and above the blond head. Ripping long pieces of duct tape from the roll around his wrist, he fastened first one, and then the other wrist, to the topmost slat of the wall. That done, he pulled a bandana from his pocket and used it to blindfold the man.

Chris felt his heart pounding harder and harder, allowing himself to give over all control of the situation to his younger lover. He did trust Vin with his life in more ways than he had ever trusted anyone before. Tanner would never allow him to be hurt; they had their watchwords and signals, but he had never had to use them. The attentive and loving man instinctively knew when Larabee could take no more.

The long-haired man drew back his lover’s head, tilting his face toward him. He delivered a series of hot, passionate kisses, crushing those brooding lips that so often beckoned to him. Nipping the lower lip, he heard Chris gasp as he stopped just short of drawing blood. He kissed that mouth tenderly, wordlessly delivering a declaration of love. Then, pulling back, he ripped off another strip of tape and covered that sensuous mouth.

Chris gasped, fighting the urge to struggle. The panic was short-lived, as Vin stroked and caressed a stubble covered cheek, running his hands lovingly along the golden flesh of Larabee’s back and chest. “S’okay,” he murmured, “Vin’ll take care a y’. Y’ trust me, Cowboy?”

Bound, gagged and blindfolded, the blond felt a thrill of excitement. He nodded, pressing himself back against the body behind him. Feeling the hard bulge that rubbed against his ass as he did, he pressed back harder, a satisfied groan answering his movement.

Vin’s hands moved down the tautly stretched torso, moving to the hard belly, stopping at the low-slung shorts. Running a finger just beneath the frayed denim band, he was rewarded by the tightening of the muscles beneath his touch. Slowly he undid the button and lowered the zipper, his hand sliding beneath the fabric to caress the hard shaft it found there. Grunts and groans escaped from behind the tape, which spurred him on. With his other hand he slid the jeans down from behind, exposing the tight, pale ass cheeks. While one hand continued to massage the heavy cock, the other began teasing the man’s ass. He ran his fingers lightly across the cheeks, then delivered a series of sharp pinches, each causing Larabee to jump. Then, his fingers slid down the tight crack, teasing it open.

Chris thought he would lose his mind as Vin’s hands moved all over him. As the younger man’s fingers delved into his ass, he moaned. Moving his legs to shake the shorts lose, he felt them slide to the ground. Kicking them free, he spread his legs, welcoming that touch to continue. Leaning against the fence that held him, he gasped as his cock was coaxed through the slats, Tanner’s hand never relinquishing its hold.

As the blond opened himself, Vin pushed a finger inside the tightly clenched hole, hearing a muffled cry from the other man. He began thrusting his finger in and out of Chris’ ass in rhythm with his strokes that brought the other man’s cock painfully erect. Then, before he sent the older man over the edge, he released his hold and removed his finger. He smiled as Larabee whimpered, thrusting himself back against him. Pressing the lean body between himself and the fence, he whispered again, “trust me.”

Chris could barely breathe, the excitement his young lover brought him almost too much to bear. He heard retreating footsteps, and wanted to scream at the thought that Tanner was going to leave him like this. Then he heard the footsteps enter the next stall, and he shuddered with excitement. He felt Tanner’s presence, even before he felt his touch.

Vin smiled as he saw Chris pressing himself as tightly as he could against the open slat wall. His tongue ran across suddenly dry lips as he saw the engorged cock that waited for him between two of those boards. He took a drink from the bottle he had brought with him, allowing the bitter liquor to run down his throat. Taking another drink, he kept it in his mouth as he knelt before the throbbing shaft. Keeping his mouth closed as long as possible, he took that lust object, drawing it into the pool of liquor he held.

Larabee tensed at the feel of the cool liquid that washed over his cock, then pressed himself harder against the wall; pressed his dick harder into the willing mouth. A slow rhythm took over both men, and they were lost in a void that contained nothing but the two of them, their desire, and Larabee’s impending orgasm.

Vin felt the other man’s body tensing for the final explosion, and wrapped his hand around the tight, heavy balls. A throaty cry told him that Chris was at the threshold; he delivered him across it with lips, tongue, teeth and fingers. As Larabee’s hot cum filled his mouth and mixed with the remnants of the whiskey, Vin felt the wooden wall shudder from the force of the blond’s orgasm.

He wanted to scream with the sheer pleasure of it, but the sound was captured by the cloth tape covering his mouth. Chris was nearly hyperventilating, but didn’t care. He bucked against the wooden slats, his body rigid as he shot his seed into the hot, eager mouth. Again, and again, his body smacked itself against the wood, until he was spent. Hanging limply from the duct tape, that gave but did not break, he trembled with the sheer release of pleasure.

Vin moved back to the other side of the wooden stalls, bringing with him yet another bottle that he had secreted in the barn. Slipping up behind the still quivering body, he pressed against Larabee, kissing again those broad shoulders. Again he explored the taut muscles, reveling in the sensual flesh. He felt the ache between his own legs, groaning in his need for release.

“Gonna have y’ now, Lar’bee,” he growled. “gonna fuck y’. Y’ want me t’ fuck y’ Cowboy?”

Chris sighed, trembled, and nodded. Nothing could make him happier than to have his lover inside him right now. Willingly he opened his legs, pressing against the wall. A throaty growl escaped around the edges of the tape.

Vin smiled wantonly, then opened the bottle he carried. Filling his palm with the thick oil, he coated his own hard cock. His breathing filling the air with his own desire, he rubbed more of the oil along the tight ass crack, then into the constricting hole. One... two... three fingers entered the tense opening, slowly relaxing the older man so that he could accept him.

Larabee found himself panting behind the thick tape, fighting to bring air inside his lungs. He felt Tanner thrusting his fingers inside his ass, coating the tight muscles with oil. He groaned, his fingers clenching, groping for something to latch onto. More and more he found himself spinning out of control...and he found himself never wanting it to end.

Pushing the head of his already weeping cock inside the waiting ass, Tanner was rewarded by the feel of Larabee accepting him deeper and deeper inside. Holding the narrow hips, he kept him still while he thrust slowly, the tight muscles drawing him all the way inside until his own hard balls rubbed against the taut ass cheeks. Hitting that single, most pleasurable spot, Vin stood firm as the older man bucked against him.

Pressing Chris tightly against the wall, Vin ran his hands up the outstretched arms. Reveling in the feel of the hard muscles, he moved to grasp the long, groping fingers. Larabee clung to his younger lover, griping his hands so hard that Vin groaned from the sheer force. He felt the heavy cock begin it’s thrust and retreat, filling him, giving him more pleasurable pain than he thought possible. Arching back against the tight body at his back, he intertwined his fingers with Tanner’s, almost to the breaking point.

Managing to loosen one hand from Larabee’s hard grip, Vin felt the other man’s fingers grasping almost frantically, craving that contact. Moving his hand to the man’s back, he held him tight against the wall. Pulling himself out of Chris’ ass to the very tip, he waited until the blond was trembling, fighting to thrust back against his lover. Finally, when he thought they would both lose their minds, Vin thrust into the other man, both men crying out at that final release.

As he felt the hot wash of Vin’s seed fill him, Chris arched back, nearly passing out. The combination of ecstasy and near asphyxiation proving to be almost too much. His body fell limply against that of his partner, held there only by the other man’s whip-tough strength and the heavy fabric of the tape.

Tanner clutched Larabee to him, holding the body that continued to twitch as it rode out the vestiges of his ecstasy. Not withdrawing from his lover, he retrieved the knife tucked in one boot. Reaching up, he quickly split the duct tape that held the blond’s hands, letting Chris’ arms drop bonelessly to his sides. Then, withdrawing his now flaccid cock from his lover, he lifted the lean body into his arms.

Semi-conscious now, Chris felt himself taken into the other man’s arms and carried across the barn. He continued to struggle for air, his dazed mind not grasping the fact that his hands were now free to remove the tape from his mouth. He felt himself lowered to the ground; felt not rough straw, but heavy satin.

Vin lowered his lover to the heavy comforter he had used to cover the stall floor. He had hidden in the stall – unused for some time by the blond – all manner of things to extend their lovemaking for as long as possible. Realizing then that Chris was close to losing consciousness, he gently pulled the tape from his lover’s lips.

Larabee gasped, sucking in as much air as he was able. He felt long, tender fingers stroke his throat as he once more came close to hyperventilating. Struggling to bring himself back under control, he finally relaxed to the sounds of the other man.

“Shhh, take it easy cowboy. Stop tryin’ t’ inhale all the air at once. Shhh, take it slow...deep, easy breaths, Chris. Listen to me now, nice ‘n slow.” He continued to coax his partner to relax, concerned for a minute at the sight of blue lips beneath the tape. Finally, he was rewarded with a return of color to the other man’s face, and the quieting of his heaving chest. Stretching out next to the blond, he continued stroking and caressing his lover.

“Vin,” Chris whispered. He reached out blindly, finding the face that never ceased to make his heart skip a beat, he drew the younger man to him. “Oh, god. I’ve never known anything like this.”

Kissing the sticky, swollen lips, Vin said, “don’t gotta finish here. Got enough plans t’ send y’ outta your mind if y’ want. I promise y’ excitement... passion... and every ounce a love I got. All y’ gotta do is want it.”

“Oh, yes,” Chris gasped, feeling himself quicken at the very thought of what Tanner promised. “Oh, god, yes.”

Smiling, the younger man drew his lover’s arms before him. Chris, the bandana still covering his eyes, turned his face toward him, the unasked question written across his face. Rather than answer it, Vin leaned down and kissed those full lips, sucking at the pouting flesh. Sitting back on his heels, he pulled free more duct tape and bound the man’s wrists together.

“Vin,” Larabee breathed, a slow smile chasing away the questions. He felt his arms pulled over his head, the tape holding his wrists together fastened above him.

Tanner fastened the bound wrists to the hook he had secured to the wood earlier. He trailed his hands down the golden flesh of Chris’ arm, the nails leaving faint pink reminders in their wake. Grinning broadly at the groan his movements elicited, he moved downward to the hard-muscled chest. Tracking across the trembling body, he stopped at the hardening nipples. Teasing the tiny gold ring dangling from one – the twin to the ring he himself wore – he watched as Larabee squirmed under his touch. Dipping his head down, he took the ring-less nipple in his mouth, sucking it and teasing it with his tongue.

Larabee cried out, thrusting himself toward his lover with increasing need. Groaning, crying, he begged Tanner to release that need. “Vin,” he moaned once more.

Sitting back, Vin reveled in the lustful thrust of the lean body, the throaty sounds of excitement that spoke of Chris’ desire. Straddling the muscular thighs, he began an erotic massage. Filling his hands with warming oil, he began at the firm shoulders, kneading the hard muscles. Moving downward, he worked at the taut chest muscles, then the solid six pack below. By the time he reached the other man’s hips, the blond was trembling once more. Tanner felt both his own cock, and that of the other man beginning to harden. Moving so that the two shafts were rubbing against one another, both men moaned in unison.

Feeling his own cock begin to weep from the feel of the other man’s shaft against his, Vin drew back. “Not yet,” he whispered, as much to himself as to his lover. “We got more t’ do before we go there.”

“Ohhhh...god,” Chris gasped. “I...I can’t...”

Leaning down, the young agent growled, “I’m gonna take y’ a lot farther than this pard.” Pulling loose another piece of tape, he pressed it against Larabee’s lips, but didn’t fasten it down. Pulling it back, he reached down and kissed those full lips once more, before saying, “y’ okay with this?”

A slow smile brightening his face, the older man said breathlessly, “yes.”

Pressing the tape back over those sensual lips, he leaned back down and kissed him through the gray material. Sliding down the long, muscular legs, he began fondling the older man’s throbbing dick. As it swelled, pushing upward as it grew, Vin took the very tip in his mouth, running his tongue around the engorged head. Then, reaching into the bag he had secreted there, he removed a thick band. Reaching for the heavy sac below the erect cock, he slipped the band around it. Beneath him, Larabee arched at the vice-like hold, a pain-filled groan escaping through the cloth.

Tanner moved to his lover’s head, stroking the long, golden hair. “Chris? Y’ okay?”

Turning his bound face toward the sound of his lover’s voice, he nodded. Tears of pain soaked the bandana, but the excitement of their voracious love-making overrode that pain. He nodded again, more adamantly. He felt the younger man lean over him, felt Vin’s fervent kisses track across his face.

Scooting back down the lean body, Vin opened the muscular legs. Positioning Chris frog-like on his back, he began rubbing and massaging the other man’s thick thighs. He watched the blond’s broad chest as it began to heave with exhilaration. His focus went to the heavy cock, straining against the band’s restriction, unable to expend it’s load.

Coating his fingers once more, Tanner slipped them beneath Chris’s ass, filling the puckered hole. Larabee moved his legs, opening himself willingly to his lover. He was trembling, barely able to comprehend all of the sensations flowing through his body. Once again he felt himself gasping for air, unable to draw enough into his lungs.

Positioned below the older man’s ass, Vin reached once again into his bag of toys. Retrieving a butt plug, he leered up at the other man. Coating it with oil, he held it with one hand while he fondled and probed the thick ring of muscle. Running his hands from the hole to the aching sac, he said, “lift them legs, Lar’bee.”

Complying, Chris raised his legs, painfully pulling at the bound scrotum as he pulled his knees up to his chest. He felt Tanner teasing his ass, then moaned as he felt something inserted into the aching hole. He gasped, arching as it began to pulse within him. Finally, he felt Vin nudge at his legs.

“Put ‘m back down now,” Tanner coaxed. He kept one hand against Larabee’s ass, making certain that the vibrating toy remained inside him.

Straightening his legs, Chris felt the now familiar tug at his balls, coupled with the incessant throb that filled his ass. His entire body went rigid, as every muscle cried out for release. Unable to find that release, he shuddered with the excitement of their escapade, his lungs crying out to draw in more air.

Vin lowered his head, taking the hardened cock in his mouth. He heard the other man wheezing, struggling for air. Sucking on the shaft harder and harder, he moved one hand upward to the man’s face, the other he moved downward to the heaving balls. In one fluid motion, he pulled the duct tape loose from Chris’ mouth and popped the snap, releasing the band from around his sac as he brought the blond to orgasm once more.

Larabee screamed as his body thrashed upward uncontrollably. Time suspended, a single thrust, a single cry, a single spasm, each becoming the universe for the blond.

Tanner leaned back, watching as his partner collapsed back to the floor limply. Reaching beneath the blond, he pulled the plug loose, Chris gasping as it was removed. The blond moaned, over and over, as his body trembled with the excess of pleasure.

Vin straddled the still heaving chest. His own erection growing beyond endurance, he teased the panting mouth with the tip of his cock. “Your turn, if you’ve a mind.”

Chris smiled, opening his mouth willingly. As Tanner’s cock slid past his teeth, he closed his lips around it. Vin was rocking over his chest, allowing him to concentrate on sucking at the throbbing shaft of flesh. Already at the edge, it took only a few minutes to send the younger man into the abyss.

Chris held the cock in his mouth, sucking harder and harder. Vin cried out, growling as he came. With a volcanic explosion, he shot his cum explosively into the blond’s mouth. He felt Larabee gag, but recover to accept his hot issue. His lean body arched, thrusting hard against the other man. Finally, spent, he slumped back, his softening cock slowly easing from the hot mouth that held it. Swallowing, Chris lay back with a sigh.

“Reckon y’ need a bit of a rest?”

Larabee managed to nod, feeling the other man move up beside him. Vin’s lips covered his, the other man’s tongue breaching his teeth to explore his mouth. As the younger man finally broke the contact, Chris managed to whisper, “ain’t restin’ this way.”

With a chuckle, Tanner sat up, releasing his lover’s wrists, cutting loose the duct tape. Bringing them down to rest on Chris’s chest, he massaged them one at a time to restore the circulation. Finishing, he finally removed the blindfold, watching the hazel eyes blink owlishly as they adjusted to the light that filtered into the barn.

Larabee smiled up at the younger man. He tried to find the words to express his feelings, but could only smile broader. He reached up, pulling the younger man to him. Vin’s smile answered his, as he lay across Chris’ chest.

“So...y’ likin’ things so far?” Tanner teased.

“Oh, yeah,” Chris replied breathlessly. Wrapping his fingers through the long brown curls, he pulled Vin to him, kissing him deeply. Once more their tongues danced around one another, until finally the Texan broke off. Leaning over his lover, he retrieved a bottle and two glasses from the bag.

“Time for a drink,” he smiled, filling the glasses with chilled wine.

“A bit early, isn’t it?” Larabee asked.

“Ain’t nothin’ too early today. This here’s part a breakfast,” Vin drawled.

Handing one of the glasses to the blond, he produced a container of strawberries, another of whipped cream, and a package of Oreos'.

His smile broadening, Larabee said, “damned healthy selection.”

Winking, the young man said, “all the basic food groups...fruit, milk, liquor and chocolate.” With that, he took half a strawberry into his mouth, leaned over, and offered the other half up to his lover.

Opening his mouth, Larabee accepted the fruit, biting into the juicy pulp. Sliding himself up, he chewed on the strawberry, never taking his eyes from his lover. They ate breakfast slowly, feeding one another, painting one another with the whipped cream only to lick it back off. When the containers were empty, Chris leaned back against the stall wall with a sigh.

Vin cleared away the things, then straddled the narrow hips once again. “Reckon y’ can handle round three?”

Larabee leered up at him, one hand sliding to the younger man’s crotch. In answer, he squeezed the flaccid cock. “Ready when you are, pard.”

Pushing the man’s hand away, Vin coaxed the blond to his back on the comforter. “I’m more’n ready ol’ man. Best y’ hang onto your dentures, cause I'm gonna rock y’ to your bones.” With that he flipped up the edge of the comforter and produced a pair of narrow poles, fitting them into the floor to stand above the men.

“How the hell long did it take you to put this all together?” Chris asked, shaking his head.

“Missin’ a few hours sleep’s worth it,” Vin chuckled. With that, he grabbed one of his partner’s legs, pulled off the man’s old boot and, using even more of the thick gray tape, bound his ankle to one of the poles.

“Wonder if MacGyver ever used his duct tape like this?” The blond felt his heartbeat elevate as his other ankle was bound to the second pole.

“Well, he was a handy guy,” Tanner said absently as he rummaged in his bag of tricks once more. Finding what he wanted, he sat back, studying his lover. With a shake of his head, he made a decision. “Nah, think I wanna listen to y’ holler this time.”

Larabee lay back, his arms behind his head, as he watched the younger man. He was glad that he would be able to see and respond this time, he loved being able to look at that lithe body. His eyes widened as he saw the objects in the Texan’s hands. “What the...”

Hushing the other man with a finger to his lips, Vin smiled. Crouching between the tautly outstretched legs, he lay the objects on the covering. Looking up the beautifully muscled body, he smiled seductively, then he once more began playing with the man’s ass. Listening to Chris’ responses, he pressed his fingers into that sweet hole.

Larabee gasped, his body lurching at the pressure between his legs. “Oh...damn, Vin...more.”

Grinning, Tanner removed his fingers, coated them with oil, and pushed them deeper into the waiting orifice. Above him, he watched as Chris jerked upward, his hands clawing into the comforter beneath him. Staring back down at the man’s legs, straining as he finger fucked him, he moved toward the hard thighs as if answering a siren’s call. Vin began to suckle the sweet inner-thigh of his lover, exhilarated by the feel of the heaving muscles. Carried away by the smell, taste and movement of the other man, he bit the soft flesh.

Larabee cried out as he felt Tanner’s teeth cleave his flesh. Driven by the feel, he bucked in rhythm with that of the man’s fingers in his ass and his teeth against his flesh. One hand, almost of its own volition, found the silken curls of Vin’s long hair. Wrapping his fingers through them tightly, he pulled the man’s head hard against his leg, welcoming the continued pain.

Finally coming up for air, Vin paled at the sight of blood on Chris’ thigh. Wiping a hand across his lips, he found more on his mouth. Turning concerned eyes toward the blond, he saw only desire.

“Fuck me, pard,” Chris moaned. “Rock my world.”

The superficial wound forgotten for the moment, Vin continued the thrusts of his fingers as he groped for the next toy with the other hand. Scissoring Larabee’s opening wider, he slowly pushed the set of black and silver balls upward into the pulsing anus. As he finished, he slid his fingers out, allowing the hole to close around the sex toy.

Larabee sighed as the feel of the undulating objects filtered through the haze the morning of sex had wrapped him in. He began to move his hips, soft sounds of pleasure slipping through his slightly parted lips. His gazed moved downward, between his bound legs, to the slender man sitting there. He reached out, desperate to touch Tanner’s body. “Vin,” he sighed.

Looking up at the sound of his name, the man’s blue eyes glistened with sensual pleasure. “God, you are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Vin....c’mere...” Larabee moaned, hands still reaching toward the other man.

Vin crawled over the comforter, drinking in the flushed face, parted lips and gleaming eyes as he ran his fingers through the sweat-soaked blond hair. His breath caught as Chris’ hands began to explore his body hungrily. He arched up over the older man, entreating him to stroke every square inch of his torso. “Oh...damn,” he sighed. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” Larabee swore. His hands ran the length of the deeply tanned, muscular sides. The lack of tan line at the slender hips widened his smile. The memory of coming home to find the young man stretched out in the grass, basking in the sun in all his glory, came to him.

“What’cha smilin’ at?” Tanner asked, dipping his head to nibble at the broad chest.

“Tell... you later,” the blond gasped as his lover sent shivers down his spine with his mouth alone. He felt the pressure of the other man’s teeth pinching his flesh, his hands held Tanner against him, urging him to continue.

Moving from the older man’s grasp, Vin said, “still got plans.”

“Oh, god. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a week.”

“That’s okay...you just lay in bed and I’ll take care of y’.”

“You gonna explain what’s wrong with me?”

Laughing, the younger man said, “not on your life. We’ll lie... say Peso threw y’.”

Chris grinned leaning up on his elbows as he watched the supple form move back beneath his outspread legs. Studying the other man’s actions, he said, “what the hell are you doing down there?”

“You’ll find out in a few minutes.”

Laying back with a sigh, he stared at the other man, framed between his calves. He thought about how totally alien this all was to him, then decided that he didn’t care. All he wanted right now was more. His eyes still on Tanner, one hand moved to his crotch, leisurely massaging his once more hardening dick.

Vin looked up and smiled. “Didn’t say y’ could play with my toy,” he growled, batting the other man’s hand away.

Slapping back, Larabee said, “I was playing with it before you were born.”

“Yeah? Well I take better care of it.”

“Can’t argue with you there,” Chris whispered huskily. “Gotta say, though, it's feeling a little neglected.”

“Almost ready,” Tanner responded. Keeping his eyes locked with the other man, he produced yet another toy. Stilling Chris’ movements with a hand against his groin, he slipped a soft sleeve over his lover’s hardened penis. Grinning as the hazel eyes widened when Larabee felt the tiny nubs that dotted the inner surface, he slid under one outstretched leg and next to the lean body.

As Vin settled back on his heels beside him, Chris saw a matching sleeve covering his cock. Needing no more invitation than that, he grasped the hard shaft and began rubbing along the stubbled surface. Moving his hips in rhythm, he groaned as the balls moved in unison within him. “Ahhhh... fuck...”

Savoring the feel of Larabee’s hand around his cock, Vin canted his hips toward the other man. Reaching down, he encircled the sleeve covered shaft between the blond’s legs. The barn became filled with the sounds of their lovemaking as they fell into a mindless, swelling rhythm that reached a shattering crescendo that left both men limp on the floor, their bodies trembling with pleasure.

Recovering first, Tanner pushed himself back to his knees and slid the sleeves, now soaked with each man’s cum, from their softening cocks. He looked up to see Larabee lying unmoving except for the heaving of his chest. Reaching once more into the nearby bag, he produced a towel, wiping the sticky residue from his lover’s body. Chris sighed, but remained still.

Carefully, Vin pulled at the thin ring of nylon that held the black and silver balls together, coaxing them past the still quivering ring of muscle. He heard Chris cry out softly as the muscles stretched then contracted as each one passed. Finally, he freed the other man’s ankles from the duct tape, gently lowering them to the silken covering.

Moving back to Chris’ head, Tanner stroked the handsome face. He smiled as the hazel eyes drifted open almost, but not quite, focusing on him. “Y’ still with me cowboy?”

“Juuuuuust barely,” the blond answered. He reached up to stroke his lover’s cheek, his hand dropping back to his side quickly. “Damn.”

“How’s your dentures?”

“Broken...along with the rest of me.”

“How ‘bout your mind?”

“Gone,” he groaned as he tried to get up. “I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.” With feigned resignation he dropped back to the floor.

“Best I put y’ t’ bed, then, ol’ man. Give y’ a chance t’ recover.”

“Mmmm,” Larabee murmured with a smile. “I was thinking...jacuzzi.”

“I like the way you think,” Vin pushed himself to his feet. Reaching down, he pulled the heavy comforter around the other man, then lifted him up into his arms.

Jostled back from his thoughts, Chris’ eyes flew open. “What the hell?” Looking upward, he saw Vin smiling down at him, a devious glint in those cobalt eyes. Shaking his head, he leaned his head against the hard-muscled shoulder beneath it as he was carried toward the house...the jacuzzi... and whatever the devious mind of his lover would conjure up next.

The End

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