Main Characters: Chris and Vin

Notes: Focuses on the C/V relationship and includes explicit m/m sexual situations. Written for KET, in honor of her birthday. She asked for an adult Christastrophe with some hot lovin’ from his Vin.

Webmaster Note This story was previously hosted at another website and was moved to blackraptor in July 2012.

Chris Larabee lounged back in the chair and smiled as he watched a familiar figure walking toward him from the barn. The easy gait, long arms swinging loosely, sun-flecked hair blowing softly in the breeze, sent his mind – and pulse -- racing. By the time Vin Tanner reached the porch, the blond was grinning broadly.

“What’cha grinnin’ at ol’ man?” Tanner smiled, coming to straddle the older man’s lap.

“Just like watching you,” Chris trailed a finger down the young man’s chest.

Frowning, Vin said, “watchin’ me what?”

“Just watching you.” Pulling the man down toward him, Larabee kissed him deeply.

Pulling back, Tanner simply stared down at the blond. Then, he ducked his head once more, kissing Chris. Their kiss continued for several steamy moments, sounds of passion echoing through the porch. Finally Vin sat up and stared down at his partner. “Reckon I better go take a shower. I stink,” he chuckled.

Breathing deeply, Larabee caught the heady aroma of sweat and hard work. Tanner had been cleaning the stables all morning, while Chris was at the supervisors meeting. “Smell good to me,” he quipped.

“Yeah? Then I think y’ need a check-up, Cowboy. Think your nose’s broke.” With that, Vin kissed him once more and pulled himself from his lover’s lap. Toeing off his boots, he stripped the filthy clothing off, not seeming to care that he was standing on the broad front porch.

Chris couldn’t help but smile once more. Vin had nothing that faintly resembled a tan line on his body. His soul mate was a true child of nature. He reached out and stroked down one golden, muscular thigh.

Growling softly, Tanner pulled Larabee’s hand away. “Believe me, cowboy, y’ don’t wanna do it this dirty.” Before the other man could protest, he padded lithely into the house.

Vin hurried through the house, and into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he flipped the nozzle to ‘pulse’ and slid under the hot water. With a soft groan, he leaned his open palms against the tile wall, letting the water beat down on him. It felt good against his aching muscles, and soon relaxed him. Then he felt a presence behind him, a break in the hot stream. Tilting his head back, he saw a familiar blond head. “You’re blockin’ my massage,” he complained.

“I’ll have to do it myself, I guess,” Chris replied.

Tanner grinned, “think y’ can do as well as the shower head?”

Leering hungrily, Larabee answered, “better.” His hands sank into the knotted muscles of the other man’s shoulders. He kneaded them slowly, interspersing the movements with light kisses.

Vin sighed, leaning into the massage. He felt his partner’s long fingers move lower on his back, rubbing the stiffness from each muscle. As his muscles relaxed from the long hours of hard work, he felt new sensations taking over his body. “Ahhh... damn.”

The blond wrapped his arms around his long-haired partner, leaning his chin on the other man’s shoulder. Casting a glance down the trim body, he growled softly, “Got a problem there, pard?”

Chuckling deep in his throat, the Texan said, “Appears so.”

Chris slid his hand down the wet body, wrapping his fingers around the heavy shaft. His other arm held Vin’s body as he began massaging his lover’s cock. Several long minutes past, the only sounds the running water and Tanner’s heady cries of pleasure. The young man kept his hands braced against the wall, arms rigid as he pressed back against Chris. With a final, wild cry, he threw his head back against the other man’s shoulder. His hot cum sprayed against the shower wall, washing away with the pulsating water.

Slumping against his partner, Vin sighed contentedly, trembling as his body released its last vestiges of tension. Finally managing to regain enough breath to speak, he whispered hoarsely, “yep...reckon y’ are better.”

Larabee chuckled, still stroking the lanky body in his arms. One hand slid around, massaging the tight ass that leaned against him. The other man gasped as he slid a finger between the firm cheeks, teasing gently at the puckered hole he found there.

Tanner groaned as he felt the teasing finger press itself inside him. He shifted his weight, opening his legs slightly. Changing his balance, he took one hand from the wall long enough to retrieve a bottle of bath gel. Dangling it over his shoulder, he waited until Larabee took the bottle.

The blond quickly rubbed the gel on his throbbing shaft, then carefully eased himself into his lover. The Texan arched back, crying out softly as he accepted the heavy shaft. His knees threatened to buckle, Chris dropping the plastic bottle to grab him firmly and keep him on his feet.

Vin opened himself as widely as possible, coaxing the older man farther inside. He rocked his hips gently, easing the passage even more. They found a rhythm, both men lost in the heat of passion. The shower walls reverberated with the sounds of raw pleasure; trembled with the force of each thrust. Then it was Chris’ turn to reach the heady heights. He pulled Tanner against him as a final thrust sent his mind reeling. His seed filled his lover as his movements slowed, leaving him panting. The two men stood beneath the falling water, clinging to one another for a long moment of pure ecstasy.

As their passion waned, the older man realized that the water was turning cool. Gently easing himself from the other man, Chris whispered, “think we need to move this to the bedroom.”

Vin nodded, turning off the water and stepping from the shower. Grabbing a pair of thick towels, he tossed one to his lover and teased, “last one there sleeps in the wet spot,” as he dashed from the room.

“Hell, there probably won’t be a dry spot!” Larabee shouted after his partner with a hoot. He leapt over the low tub wall to follow the other man. Then, his foot connected with the forgotten bottle of gel, opened and slick with the contents. He cried out in surprise, arms cartwheeling as he tried to keep his balance. It did no good, and only a split second after leaving the shower, he found himself flying through the air.

Vin turned at the sound of Chris’ cry, just in time to see a pair of long legs aiming for the ceiling. Before he could even decipher what was happening, Chris landed with a thud on the floor. A sickening crack echoed through the room as Larabee’s head hit the side of the tub.

“CHRIS!” Tanner called out as he dashed back into the room. He barely caught himself as he hit the water and soap slick floor, managing to catch himself against the sink. Dropping to the floor next to his partner, he reached out a hand, stroking the handsome face.

The older man blinked slowly, his eyes fluttering open as consciousness beckoned. He frowned as he tried to decide why he was staring at the ceiling. Then a face swam into view, a pair of familiar blue eyes staring down at him, filled with concern. Slowly his mind cleared and he recognized the owner of those eyes. “Vin?”

Tanner smiled with relief, keeping one hand pressed against the blond’s shoulder to keep him from getting up. “Take it easy, Cowboy. Let’s take inventory before y’ get up.”

“Why?” The pale brows furrowed in the even paler face.

“Cause, y’ fell and hit yer head pretty hard...knocked yourself out for a minute. We need t’ make certain’ y’ ain’t busted nothin’.”

“I’m fine,” the older man argued. “Just let me up.”

“Chris – “ Vin stopped when he saw that the words were falling on deaf ears. He decided to let the other man’s body do the arguing for him. He released his hold on the broad shoulder.

Chris eased himself up on his elbows, groaning as the world decided to tilt dangerously without notifying him. He slammed his eyes shut against the swimming scenery and took several deep breaths before easing himself to a sitting position. “See, I’m fine,” he said breathlessly.

“Yeah, right. So, how many fingers am I holdin’ up?”

“None.”

“It’d probably help if y’ opened yer eyes before y’ decide,” Vin admonished lightly.

“Don’t want to.”

“Why?”

“Cause... I’ll probably puke,” he admitted grudgingly.

“Nauseous... dizzy... yer head hurt?”

“Hell, everything hurts at the moment.”

“Mm-hm. Let’s get y' dried off and get some clothes on y’. We’re goin’ t’ the clinic.”

The blond sighed. “I’m fine.”

“Open yer eyes, then.”

“No,” Chris said with only a hint of petulance in his voice.

Tanner grumbled under his breath at his partner’s stubbornness. Grabbing up a towel, he began to rub the lean body dry of the soapy mess. Then he pulled the older man to his feet, grabbing hold of him as Chris’ legs threatened to buckle. “Yeah, you’re fine.”

Half an hour later they were at the little clinic near the ranch. The two men were becoming fairly well known there, from too frequent visits for some of their less life-threatening injuries. Chris sat hunched in a chair, the picture of misery. Vin sat beside him, gently rubbing the broad shoulders and talking quietly to him.

“Okay Mr. Larabee, “ the young nurse called out as she came to stand before the men, “We’re ready if you are. Do you want a wheelchair, or do you think you’ll be okay to walk?”

“I’m fine,” Chris said for the hundredth time, as he pulled himself stiffly from the plastic chair. Vin was quickly at his elbow, walking slowly through the waiting area and into the exam room beside him.

“Okay, you know the drill,” the nurse said, not questioning Vin’s presence. The medical staff had come to the conclusion that it was simpler to leave them together than to deal with one in the waiting room, doing anything but waiting. Tossing a gown to the blond, she said, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Smiling at the young woman as she left, Vin turned to his lover. “Okay, let’s get y' nekkid. Maybe we’ll even have a little time t’ –“

“Back off, Tanner,” Chris couldn’t help but smile at the grinning man. He managed to pull his shirt off, tossing it to Vin.

Blue eyes shining with laughter, the younger man caught the shirt, dropped it to a chair just as a pair of black jeans flew in his direction. Tossing them after the shirt, he said, “Just don't be thowin’ yer boots.”

Larabee chuckled, pulling off the black footwear and slipping into the open-backed gown. Sliding onto the paper-covered examination table, he lay down with a tired sigh. He closed his eyes against the bright light above him, arms loosely crossed over his broad chest.

Vin stepped up next to the table and draped a white sheet over his lover. Leaning down, he kissed Chris gently, smiling as the blond’s eyes snapped open with surprise. Then the reclining man smiled at him in return as he brushed a long, dark-blond lock from the older man’s forehead. “How’s yer headache?”

“Still there,” Larabee said honestly.

“Sorry,” Vin said softly.

Frowning, Chris said, “why?”

Shrugging, the younger man said, “I don’t know... I just... if I hadn’t – “

The injured man pressed his fingers to his partner’s lips. “Stop it, right there. It was an accident, Vin. I’m fine.”

“Well, we’ll know for certain in a bit,” the nurse said as she re-entered the room right behind her brief knock.

An hour later, the two men were back on the road, armed with pain relievers, instructions, and take home food. The ATF agent was pronounced in good health; a mild concussion leaving the medical staff recommending, but not insisting on, an overnight stay in the hospital. Chris – to no one’s surprise – chose to go home, and Vin – as expected – promised to keep an eye on him. He would wake his partner every couple of hours and bring him back in at any sign of confusion or memory loss.

Pulling up to the end of the ranch’s drive, Vin shut off the truck’s engine. Smiling, he reached over and nudged the dozing Larabee. As he did, he called out in a cheerful falsetto, “Wake up and git yer shoes on honey, we’re at Grandma’s.”

Chuckling even as he woke, the other man said, “Sometimes you scare me.”

Laughing aloud, the lanky younger man replied as he grabbed up the sacks of food and medication, “Ah hell, sometimes I scare myself.”

As the two men moved toward the house, Vin slowing to match Chris’ stiff gait, they heard a soft wicker from the barn.

“Shit, the horses,” Larabee started to change course and head for the big out-building.

Shifting all the bags to one hand, Tanner grabbed the older man’s arm. “They’re fine. You’re gonna eat and get t’ bed. After I settle y’ in, I’ll come out and feed ‘em.”

“I’m not an invalid,” Chris growled.

“Damn right y’ ain’t, and I’m here t’ make sure y’ don’t do nothin’ stupid that could point y’ in that direction. Now, c’mon.” He tugged at the dark sleeve, bringing the older man back on course for the house.

Chris sighed, but didn’t argue. He had to admit that, thanks to the long day and the events since his coming home, the idea of crawling into bed didn’t sound all that bad.

The men were seated at the kitchen table a few minutes later, their hamburgers, fries and drinks spread out before them. Neither said much, Vin’s attention was focused on his meal as usual, while Chris was simply happy that his stomach had settled enough to allow him to eat the greasy food.

“I’ll do the dishes,” Tanner said a short time later. With a quick wink, he gathered up the light cardboard and paper, tossing the mess in the trash can. Turning back to his lover, he held out a hand. “Now you, sir, are goin’ t’ bed.”

“But it’s barely dark,” Chris complained, even as he took the proffered hand.

Pulling the blond to him, Vin wrapped his arms around the trim waist. Looking deeply into the green hazel eyes, he waggled his eyebrows and said, “Behave yerself, and I’ll make the time pass a bit more interestin’.”

Larabee pressed his lips against the other man’s. He felt Tanner’s tongue nudge his lips open, and allowed its entrance. His own tongue greeted it, the two caressing one another as their owners shared a long, passionate embrace.

Breaking off the kiss with a sigh, the younger man said dreamily, “c’mon, let’s go.”

Chris allowed his partner to lead his through the house and into their bedroom. He even allowed Vin to help him out of his clothes. Climbing into bed with a tired groan, he smiled up at the younger man. “Gonna join me?”

Stroking a hand down the other man’s face, Vin said, “in a bit. Reckon I’ll go clean up the mess we left in the bedroom, and go feed the ‘boys’. You go on t’ sleep fer now, and I’ll be back soon as I can.”

Capturing the hand that was leaving a heated trail along his flesh, the tired man kissed the long fingers, then teased, “Hurry up then, I ain’t got all night.”

Gently slapping the handsome face, Vin left the bed and moved to the bathroom. Sighing as he saw the dried-sticky puddle of bath gel in the middle of the room, he pulled the door closed so his clean up efforts wouldn’t disturb the injured man. Retrieving cleaning supplies from beneath the sink, he knelt and began wiping up the mess their earlier activities had left. He bit down on the errant thread of guilt that tried to nudge its way back into his mind. Chris was right, what happened had been an accident, pure and simple. Guilt over it – misplaced or real – couldn’t change anything.

Shaking his head at his penchant for taking on an excess of responsibility, Tanner finished cleaning up the sticky puddle. Rubbing a towel over the damp tile, he declared the bathroom safe once more, and returned to the bedroom. He frowned as he saw the bed was empty, the discarded clothes gone. Searching the rest of the room, he found it vacant as well. “Chris?”

He moved quickly through the sprawling ranch house, searching each room for his lover. When he found every one of them empty, he cursed under his breath, sprinting out the door and toward the barn. Reaching the big building, he slowed to a stop when he saw the blond standing in the stall with the beautiful black gelding. Vin leaned on the stall door, watching as Chris stroked the animal’s silky coat, talking softly as he did.

“Yer supposed t’ be sleepin’,” Tanner said with a hint of frustration in his voice.

“Just figured I’d come take care of the horses while you were busy. That way you could come to bed sooner.” He sent a flirtatious grin over his shoulder toward his partner.

“Uh huh, well next time I’ll have t’ tie yer ass t’ the bed.”

His grin growing wider, the blond whispered huskily, “Why wait ‘til next time?”

Shaking his head, Tanner opened the stall door and crooked a finger at the older man. “C’mon, Cowboy, let’s put you t’ bed.”

Coming to stand next to his soul-mate, Larabee stroked his hand through the chestnut curls. He hadn’t missed the hurt and concern Vin tried to hide. “Sorry, I should have stayed put.”

Frowning at the other man, Tanner said, “Gonna do it again?”

With an embarrassed look, Chris said, “probably.”

Wit a sigh, Vin simply took the man by the hand and led him back to the house. By the time they reached the bedroom, Chris had reached the end of his energy.

Helping the yawning man out of his clothes, Tanner dropped the boots in the closet and the clothing in the hamper this time. Coming back to the bed to check on his lover, he saw Larabee watching him. “You’re supposed t’ be sleepin’.”

“Just waiting for you,” one side of the broad mouth quirked upward.

Chuckling, the lanky Texan stripped down and crawled beneath the covers. Chris curled up beside him, sighing contentedly. As the blond head tucked in beneath his chin, Vin rubbed a hand along the broad shoulders.

The blond relaxed, the sound of his partner’s heartbeat lulling him toward sleep. His eyes drifted closed, a sense of comfort and security flowing through him as his lover’s arms held him close. Sleep came quickly, his dreams filled with the same love that had sent him there...

They were riding side by side through a broad pasture, their black horses moving at an easy gait. The sun was shining brightly in a cloudless sky that was the same color as his partner’s eyes. He heard birdsong that drifted to them on a warm, gentle breeze. There was not a worry in his life at the moment, nothing weighing him down. He smiled and stretched his arms upward, convinced that he could touch the sky. The blond realized then that neither of them wore anything, and just as quickly realized that he didn’t care.

A short time later, the dark-haired young man coaxed his horse closer. Gracefully he maneuvered from Peso’s saddle to sit, backwards, on the saddle in front of Chris. Larabee smiled as he found himself in the other man’s embrace. Wrapping his arms around the lean, muscular frame, he crushed his lips to the other man’s. Soon they were caressing one another, the kiss continuing until they were both gasping for breath.

He reined in his ebony horse and they dismounted, still wrapped in one another’s embrace. The air was filled with the sounds of their passion as they fell onto the thick carpet of grass. His hands ran along the trim, hard-muscled side, thrilling at the feel of the velvet-steel body of his lover. Pressing Vin to his back on the ground, he leaned over him, delivering a series of long, burning kisses along the tanned flesh. He moaned softly as his body responded to the excitement of the moment. Leaning back, he looked into the pale eyes now grown dark with desire, and knew that Vin was feeling the same growing need.

“Chris,” the younger man whispered in a lust-roughened voice. “Chris...”

“Chris?” Tanner frowned as the blond failed to respond to his call. He tapped one square jaw again and said a little louder, “Chris!”

Eyes fluttering open, the older man said groggily, “Vin? What’s wrong?”

“Don’t know that anything’s wrong for certain, but y’ sure took yer sweet time comin’ around. Tell me where y’ are.”

Fully awake now, Larabee answered that question as well as the three that followed until he reassured his lover that he was all right. Then, looking up at the younger man, desire showing plainly on his face, he said, “Sorry Vin. I was just having one hell of a dream.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” Tanner teased as his hand gently stroked the other man’s hardening penis. He had noticed the tell-tale tenting of the blankets earlier and could imagine what his partner’s dream had been about.

“Mm,” Chris responded with a sharp intake of breath, “reckon you did.”

Vin’s attention to his partner’s hard cock took them both away from any lingering concern as to Larabee’s condition. The blond squirmed and moaned softly as the younger man continued the erotic massage. Tanner smiled, leaned down, and kissed the slightly parted lips. Chris responded, sucking at his bottom lip.

The younger man wrapped an arm around the blond’s shoulders, embracing his partner while he slowly delivered him to orgasm. He felt the lean body go taut, arching in his arms as Larabee cried out. As hot cum spewed forth he slumped, trembling in Tanner’s arms until, finally, he relaxed.

Laying heavily in the warm embrace, Chris moaned breathlessly and managed a contented, “Oh...damn.”

The Texan smiled, finally releasing the softened shaft. He lay Chris back on the bed, stroking the sweat-soaked blond strands back from the flushed face. He watched through love-filled eyes as his partner drifted back toward sleep.

Larabee struggled to shake off his lethargy, knowing that Vin would be aroused as well. He tried to form a coherent thought and wake enough to see to his partner’s needs. Despite his valiant efforts, however, he found himself drifting further toward sleep.

Propped up on an elbow, Tanner watched Chris fight sleep, finally succumbing to its siren’s call. Kissing the faintly furrowed brow, he watched as even it relaxed. As the blond drifted off, he reached back beneath the covers and took his own needs in hand...

Finding himself back in the meadow, he looked down into the huge blue eyes. Dipping his head, he kissed the full lips. Not stopping there, he trailed kisses down the warm body slowly. He felt the younger man responding, his body trembling as the gentle love-making continued.

He reached the younger man’s flat belly, pausing to rim his navel with his tongue. The silky flesh beneath his mouth shivered lightly as he continued his downward journey. Reaching the silken patch of thick hair, he paused, then shifted course slightly. He heard Vin’s moaned protests as he worked his way down one long leg. As he teased the smooth flesh of Tanner’s inner thigh, he felt the lean body arch.

“Oh god... oh... Chris,” Vin cried out softly as the other man’s attentions threatened to overwhelm him. “Oh... Chris... Chris... oh... Chris...”

“Chris!” The drawled tone changed and Larabee opened his eyes to find the other man peering down at him once more.

Vin smiled as Larabee responded more quickly to his call this time. As the blond frowned at being coaxed back to wakefulness, he said, “It’s been a couple hours. Figured it was time t’ check in with y’.”

With a sigh, Chris nodded, answering the battery of questions designed to prove his coherence. His body protested, as he once again found himself aroused.

Grinning broadly, Tanner said, “Just what the hell you been dreamin’ about Cowboy, and... am I in there somewhere?”

Reaching up, running his fingers through the curling locks, the blond said, “Hell, yeah you’re in there... otherwise I wouldn’t be waking up like this.”

Ducking his head, the long-haired man kissed him deeply. Then he pulled back the blankets, eying the heavy shaft that beckoned from between his lover’s legs. Sliding down the bed, Vin said, “Well, reckon if I’m t’ blame, I best make things right then.”

Larabee beamed, eyes filled with desire as he watched the shaggy head drop down, toward his crotch. Then he groaned as his erection was taken into the other man’s warm mouth. He canted his hips off the mattress to meet the lusting mouth. The fingers of one hand wove themselves through the chestnut curls, while his other hand fisted into the rumpled bedding.

Vin’s lips caressed the throbbing cock, his tongue teasing the tight flesh. He moved slowly along the entire length, withdrawing to the bulging head, then taking the entire shaft into his mouth. One hand moved to fondle the heavy sac below, feeling the other man go rigid as his movements sent him toward yet another orgasm.

Chris cried out, thrusting himself toward his partner. He arched upward, tight as a bowstring, his eyes rolling back in his head. With a throaty cry, he felt himself come, his hot seed exploding in his partner’s mouth. As the waves of raw, sexual energy washed over him, he fought to catch his breath. Once again, his fleeting concentration settled on the fact that Vin’s needs should be addressed. But, once more, the expended energy proved too great, and he drifted back to sleep.

Tanner sighed as he watched the older man drift off to sleep, then shifted uncomfortably on the bed. He kissed Chris lightly and covered the lean body. Leaving the blond to sleep, he opted for a long, cold shower to handle his own desire...

He lifted his head from the tanned, opened legs, watching the excited Texan writhe on the thick, fragrant carpet. Ducking his head once more, he suckled at the soft flesh. As he moved back up the trembling body, he paused once more, teasing the other man with the suspense. Then he changed course again and moved to the other long, tanned leg.

“Ah... shit, Chris,” Vin murmured. Then he gasped as one long finger slipped slowly into his ass. He was panting with excitement now, lanky body growing rigid as he begged his lover for release.

Nipping and sucking at the tender flesh in the crease where leg met hip, Larabee continued to tease. His finger pushed at the tight muscles he found inside his lover, massaging them as he drove Vin ever closer to orgasm. Hearing the raspy, inarticulate sounds coming from the younger man, Larabee knew that the time had come. While a second finger entered the tight, pulsing hole, he ran his tongue along the thick, rigid shaft that arced above its next of thick curls. Moving along the hot cock, he circled the ring of flesh then ran the tip of his tongue over the weeping slit at the very top. Tasting the drop of salty cum, he lapped at it, feeling the body beneath him shiver.

“Oh... fu... fuck,” Tanner cried out as his entire being was consumed with desire. “Please... oh god... Chris... please!”

Smiling lustily, the older man swept downward, taking the thick shaft in his mouth entirely. His twinned fingers continued to plunge the dark, hot depths, even as he sucked at the heavy cock. Beneath him, Vin began to buck and thrash, his body burning with wonton desire.

Scissoring the long fingers, his lips and tongue moved quicker and quicker. He matched the movements with those of his fingers, until he was trembling almost as hard as the younger man. The salty taste warned him of impending orgasm, and he sucked even harder.

As Tanner came, he threw back his head, crying out hoarsely. Slowly he relaxed, his body melting against the warm earth. He felt Chris continue sucking at his cock, milking him dry.

Finally releasing the limp muscle, Larabee sat up. He smiled as he watched the other man shiver, moaning as his body took its time in expending the last ounce of energy. He left his fingers inside his lover, their movements slowing and, finally, stopping. The Texan whimpered softly as the long digits were slowly removed.

Larabee moved back up, pulling the trembling body into his arms. He crooned softly as he stroked the long hair framing the handsome, flushed, face in damp ringlets. He trailed kisses across the finely etched features as he watched the other man slowly relax.

“Mm... feels good,” the younger man smiled as he felt the kisses brush his hot flesh.

“I love you, Tanner,” Chris said softly.

“Love you too, Larabee,” Vin murmured in response...

“Larabee, wake up,” the Texan coaxed his partner back to wakefulness.

Chris slanted a look upward, smiling as the handsome face came into view. “Hey.”

“Hey yerself,” he returned the smile. “Damn Cowboy, y’ must be havin’ some pretty intense dreams.”

The blond became aware that, once again, he was hard. Lust lit his features even more, and he reached up to stroke the handsome face that took his breath away. “Yeah, they are.”

Tanner ran his hand lightly against the fair skin. “Think you’re gonna wear me out before we know fer certain you’re all right.”

Sighing wistfully, Chris said, “I’m sorry. I haven’t been very attentive to your needs tonight.”

Smiling compassionately the younger man said, “we just need t’ worry ‘bout you right now pard. Besides, ain’t been night fer an hour or so.”

Glancing toward the bedroom windows, the blond saw that the sun was indeed up. Looking back at his handsome partner, he saw the tired lines smudging the tanned features. “Poor Vin, you look worn out.”

“I’m fine, Cowboy,” he argued, not very convincingly. “Least I will be soon as I know for certain y’ ain’t gonna have any complications.”

“Reckon I know one way to show you I’m fine,” Larabee growled softly. He pulled the long-haired man down to him, kissing the full lips deeply. The two men wrapped themselves around one another, each man’s lips and hands traveling over the other man’s body, eliciting moans and shivers of pleasure.

Long minutes passed, Chris taking the lead this time in their lovemaking. As he had in his dreams, he guided his lover slowly and lovingly toward an orgasm.

Collapsing to the bed, his lean body drenched in sweat and breathing only beginning to slow, Vin smiled at his lover. Wrapping his arms around the equally exhausted Larabee, he pulled him close, brushing a kiss across the flushed face.

“Damn... reckon we should recommend this t’ the doc... as a way t’ test fer a concussion?”

Chuckling tiredly, Chris answered as he drifted once more toward sleep, “I think we should just keep it to ourselves. Don’t think the medical community’s quite ready for that report.”

Smiling contentedly, Tanner said, “reckon you’re right.” Shaking his head as sleep beckoned, he murmured, “damn shame though... would ‘a liked t’ do some more research for it.”

The End

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