The Ride

It took nearly a month for Vin to regain the weight that he lost during his hospitalization and recovery, and Chris was there, waiting.

Actually he was doing more than waiting...he was actively working to put those last few pounds back on the already slim body.

And it wasn't just out of concern for Vin's health.

Chris Larabee had ulterior motives.

Motives that revolved around a particular box he had kept hidden in the farthest corner of the closet in his den.

Motives that also included a particular large object he had stashed under a tarp in the old horse trailer out behind the barn.

And, now, finally, after Chris had blushed his way through the grocery checkout lines, buying more junk food than he ever bought in an entire year...in one month, Vin was finally back to his usual 165 pounds.

And it was a weekend...a long weekend.

A weekend that Chris had very carefully planned. He even sent e-mails out, forbidding anyone on the team to call or come out to the ranch -- short of Armaggeddon, and even then...to think twice.

Now Chris was ready.

Vin arrived about an hour after Chris, due to Chris's insistence that he stop and pick up a long list of groceries. It was a chore that Vin didn't particularly like, but a mission he gracefully accepted at Chris's soft request, never suspecting that his partner might have devious plans that he needed time to prepare for.

By the time Vin arrived, all was in readiness.

Chris met Vin as he drove up, helped him unload the Jeep and put away the numerous bags of supplies -- more than they really needed, but enough to be sure that Vin took long enough at the store.

Once finished, he mysteriously disappeared for a few minutes, only to saunter back into the living area wearing a tight pair of black leather pants...and nothing else.

Vin turned, immediately noticing the new attire.

"Holy Christ, Chris..." Vin breathed out, mesmerized by the form fitting leather.

"Thought I'd give you a taste of what I had on a particular morning not so long ago." Chris grinned as he noticed how Vin was doing a very convincing imitation of a guppy...mouth open...gasping for breath.

Vin finally caught his breath, forehead wrinkling as he tried to figure out what had happened to his own leathers. He hadn't even thought about them, and thinking now, realized that they were probably ruined on that sunny morning when his bike was destroyed...when he had nearly died.

Chris noticed the slight frown and moved closer, wrapping his arms around the stunned man, gently grinding his groin against the jeans Vin wore.

"What're you thinking on?"

Vin sighed, not wanting to ruin the moment. "Nothing, geez, Chris...those pants...I want...."

"Come here..." Chris whispered, leading Vin back toward the bedroom.

They entered and Vin stopped as he saw the second pair of leather pants laid out across the bed, next to two short, zippered jackets.

"Chris." He breathed out in wonder as he reached out to touch the supple leather.

Larabee smiled, that special smile...the one that only Vin ever saw. Yeah...it was worth the wait...and the small fortune he'd spent on this surprise.

Especially for something they would probably spend more time getting out ofthan actually in.

"You gonna try them on?" Chris asked, leaning on the doorframe.

"'M I gonna get them on...?"

"Mostly, I expect," Chris purred, "but that's not real the point, is it..."

Vin turned back to him then, his grin shy, and sexy as hell.

"Well, then...guess I better see if'n they fit."

He shimmied suggestively out of the jeans, back turned to Chris, knowing that his partner liked to watch his backside as he undressed, and as he slid them off completely, grinned again at the hiss of indrawn breath behind him.

He slid his jockeys off, deciding that tonight, wearing anything besides the leathers themselves would be overdressing.

He glanced over his shoulder as he picked up the new pair. "You sure these will fit?" Vin asked, eyeing the slim waistline dubiously.

"Oh, yeah..." Chris panted out.

Vin nodded, leaned over, lifted his left leg and inserted it into the pants, inhaling the rich smell of the leather as he did so. He slid that leg up, then lifted and inserted the other leg, still facing away from Chirs. He glanced back over his shoulder again, his legs now mostly covered by the supple leather while the tops of his slender, muscular thighs and the cheeks of his ass peeked out at the top. He stood up and deliberately shimmied his hips as he slid the pants the rest of the way up...or at least nearly up.

As he slid the waistband up he felt Chris's hands cover his, stopping him from finishing the job.

"Looks like a good fit..." Chris panted into his ear as he moved his hands around from behind and slid them down into the, as yet, unzipped front, caressing Vin's belly, and moving down to his groin.

It was Vin's turn to hiss.

Chris pulled the slightly smaller man tight against his leather covered groin, grinding his hardened shaft against the leather covered buttocks, and delving deeper down into the front of Vin's pants to encircle the rock hard erection he knew he'd find there.

This time they both hissed.

"Damn, Larabee," Vin gasped, "ya managed to buy us clothes that we'll never be able to leave on long enough to get outta the house in..."

"Sounds fine by me." Chris growled as he pushed Vin down onto the waiting bed, the jackets sliding off the side of the bed unnoticed.

They writhed together for a few minutes before Chris pulled back, grabbed Vin's pants by the waistband and peeled them down to his knees. He then leaned down and engulfed the head of Vin's cock with his mouth, sucking and licking as he worked the rest of the shaft with his right hand, letting the left one drift back to roll the hardening sac below, then further back, into the cleft to find the entrance to heaven. Feeling Vin's body tense as orgasm approached he pulled away.

"Want you in me, Vin," Chris whispered as he rose, shimmying his own hips as he gently peeled the tight leather over his over sensitive shaft.

Vin watched, finally understanding just why Chris had been so aroused that morning...watching the movements of the slim hips confined in the form-fitting leather was making it extremely difficult for him to hold his orgasm at bay. He reached down and slid the leather that was wrapped around his knees down and off. As Chris crawled back onto the bed, he reached out and wrapped himself around the firm, muscular body, rocking their imprisoned cocks together a few times before pulling back to kneel between Chris's long, lean, thighs.

He reached over to the bedside table, squirted a dollop of gel onto his hand, and immediately reached down to coat his cock, then, using his coated finger, worked his way between Chris's cheeks into the already relaxed hole. He didn't need long to prepare the entrance, and as soon as he lined his eager shaft up Chris pushed against him, taking the hard shaft in all the way to the root.

They paused then for a moment, eyes locked, fire burning, and unspoken vows made. Vin took Chris's shaft in his slickened fist as they began to move together with a wild intensity that, despite their frequent and satisfying sex, they seldom reached.

They moved as one, bodies thrusting, breath ragged as they sped towards a place where identity disappeared and sensation ruled. Then they were over the edge, falling into the light, bodies seemingly weightless. Into that place where their souls mingled and time ceased to exist.

They woke a while later, still entwined, hearts finally beating at a reasonable pace.

Vin gently eased out of the relaxed entrance. He pulled a hand towel from the table and wiped the already drying semen from both of their bodies. They curled back down under the quilt and fell into a gentle slumber.

It was still daylight when they woke again, Chris getting up first and returning from the bath carrying both pairs of leather pants along with socks, boots, shirts and the new leather jackets.

"Yer nuts, Larabee..." Vin drawled, "look what happened the last time we tried to put them things on..."

Chris smiled, sighing. "Okay, you get dressed in here, I'll use the den...we've got somewhere to be."

Vin shook his head as Chris left the room. "'S' yer funeral, Larabee."

They met in the front hall, Chris still grinning that 'cat that ate the canary' grin he was prone to wear when he was up to something. He took Vin's hand and led him out the door, around the side of the house and there, sitting on the lawn, was the exact same model of Harley that had blown up on that Monday morning nearly two months ago. It was in mint condition...because it was brand new.

As Vin stood, openmouthed, Chris dropped a key into the lax hand.

"So, Cowboy..." Chris said gently as he pulled on one of the two helmets sitting there. "You gonna give me a ride?"

Vin smiled looking over his shoulder at Chris while mounting the big motorcycle. "Sure... just as soon as we get back from testing out this bike."

THE END