Notes: Very short little ficlet ahead! Written for the M7-7H7C Adult list challenge: One of the canon characters catches one of the others “pleasuring” themselves.

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JD Dunne moved quickly into the short side street, still cloaked in early morning shadows, heading toward Vin Tanner’s old wagon. He and Vin had made plans to go hunting for a couple of days, but had canceled when Buck and Josiah were delayed. The other two peacekeepers had delivered a prisoner to Fort Laramie, and had run into a bad storm coming home. They had arrived back in town late last night though, not making their presence known until just a few minutes earlier. So, he was on his way to let Tanner know that their trip was back on.

Approaching the wagon, he decided how best to announce himself. The Texan was a light sleeper and as apt to come up swinging with little provocation. He had seen the inside of the wagon the other man insisted on sleeping in through all but the worst weather. The tick mattress and thick stack of buffalo robes, other hides and wool blankets that made up his bed was tucked up against the end of the wagon bed nearest the front. To get there, he had to make his way through a maze of boxes, kegs and relics of his life. He kept it that way to make it harder for anyone to sneak up on him.

Deciding to call to his friend through a split in the canvas that Tanner used to observe the goings on around his little ‘home’, Dunne moved to that spot. He slipped his fingers into the split and pulled it back, preparing to call to the other man. The young sheriff stopped short, though, his mouth dropping open and his eyes growing wide. All he could do was stand there, staring at what was happening inside.

Vin was on his back, the robes and blankets piled in such a way that he was reclining rather than laying flat. He was naked except for his socks and his ‘kerchief, his fair skin glowing in the early morning light seeping into the wagon through splits and worn spots. Tanner’s eyes were closed, his head tilted back and a look of pure bliss on his face.

His shocked gaze traveling along the lean body, JD quickly found the reason for the man’s expression. The sharpshooter’s right hand was closed around his cock. His very long… thick… hard cock.

The lean body tensed, Vin letting his breath out in a hiss as he stroked his swollen shaft. He shifted slightly, spreading his legs wide and drawing his knees up. As he continued to stroke his cock, his other hand began to play lightly across his chest. Long fingers found the soft bud of one brown nipple and began to pinch and rub it until it grew hard beneath his touch. With a soft moan he moved to the other nipple, fondling it until it stood erect as well.

His breathing nothing more than a rapid pant now, the former bounty hunter slid farther southward. He stroked and caressed his own body, soft sounds of pleasure escaping parted lips from time to time. Reaching his groin, he moved lightly over his flesh as he continued to bring himself pleasure. He cupped his swollen balls, squeezing and pulling at the heavy sacs.

Dunne licked his dry lips, managing to swallow past the knot in his throat that threatened to choke him. Unaware, he leaned closer, his face pressed against the old cloth as he continued to watch the other man.

Tanner shifted again, sliding down on the bed while drawing his legs farther upward. While his right hand continued to stroke his shaft, his left released the full sacs and slid along his body until it found the puckered hole of his ass. He began to tease at it with the pad of his middle finger, drawing little circles over the tight flesh. His chest was heaving, his head tossing back and forth on the thick robe he lay on. The tip of his tongue caressed his lips, first the lower and then the upper, before he pressed them together to keep from crying out.

Tanner’s long finger pressed into the pucker of his ass, then pushed upward. He grunted, moaning softly as he began thrusting that finger in and out of his own body. Stroking against that little point of pleasure over and over again, he brought himself ever closer to orgasm.

JD found himself rubbing against the side of the wagon, his own cock aching for release. Forcing his body to stop its movements, he moved back a step, but he continued watching the movements of his friend inside the wagon.

Vin’s lithe body drew as taut as a bow, muscles straining as he moved closer and closer to that final release. He was moaning softly, whimpering as he felt every fiber of his being focus itself on the impending eruption. He was rocking, the motion becoming more and more insistent, until he could feel the wagon moving as well.

Then his entire body went rigid, his head thrust back, legs jerked upward, and he felt his cock spasm in his hand. Thick ropes of come exploded from the twitching column of flesh even as a single cry of pleasure tore itself from his throat.

He collapsed back onto the bed then, even as little shocks of pleasure continued to spark all along his sated body. While a silly grin spread across his flushed features, he loosed a long sigh of absolute pleasure.

The young brunet backed away from the wagon once more, stumbling until he fell against the wall of the nearest building. His hazel eyes were wide and glazed, his mouth hanging open. JD tried to draw a breath, but couldn’t seem to remember how. His own cock was demanding release from the confines of his trousers and long johns.

Eyes darting in all directions, he sought the best route of escape to his own room. Making a decision, he stumbled away with an awkward gait. Thoughts of going hunting were forgotten. He had far more pressing issues to take care of for now.

The End