Catching Up
Disclaimers: The Magnificent Seven don't belong to me. They belong to Mirisch, Trilogy and MGM. Used without permission. No profit being made. Thanks to Mog for the ATF AU, it's a wonderful sandbox,ain't it?
Vin and Chris walked out onto the deck, watching as Buck, JD and Ezra traipsed back from the lake at the south edge of Larabee's property. All three were soaking wet and muddy, laughing as they approached the ranch house.
"Hey fellas!" Buck greeted the two men on the deck.
" You boys step in my house like that and I'll shoot you." Chris threatened, smiling.
"Fine, ol' dog, but ya wanna fetch us some clean clothes then?" Buck shot back good-naturedly at his oldest friend.
Behind Chris, Josiah and Nathan came outside carrying three stacks of clean clothes and some old towels. Buck and JD started peeling their clothes, but Ezra hesitated for just a second before joining them. As the undercover agent dropped his belt to the deck and peeled his soaking t-shirt, Chris caught his best friend's suddenly stiff posture. Glancing towards the Texan, Chris was unsurprised by the look on Vin's face.
"Reckon I know what you want for lunch, cowboy." Chris joked lightly.
"Been three weeks, Chris. Three weeks since he's spent the night at home." Vin said in way of answer, referring to the case Ezra had just come off the night before. The southerner had slept on the couch in Chris' office early this morning, too tired to go any farther after three weeks deep undercover and a night spent doing preliminary reports.
Chris nodded in understanding, remembering how much he would miss Sarah after only one or two nights. Josiah placed a pile of clothes by each of the three men stripping, dropping his last pile next to Ezra. As Ezra allowed his wet pants to hit the deck, Josiah grabbed a towel and rubbed his head vigorously, ostensibly to dry his hair.
Ezra sputtered, but it was more because it was expected that he complain than any real displeasure.
"You're runnin' behind here son, we hafta hurry this along."
Chris couldn't help the light chuckle that escaped as he watched Vin clench his fists slightly as Josiah wrapped a strong arm around their conman's waist, holding him still as he continued to rub his hair dry.
Letting go of the younger man, Josiah tossed him a clean pair of boxers. Buck and JD were a few steps ahead of Ezra, and had already donned their fresh boxers and were currently wriggling into dry jeans.
"No point in putting clean clothes on top of muddy drawers, son." Josiah commented, earning a nod from Ezra.
"Right you are, Mr. Sanchez." Slipping his hands to the waistband, and purposefully ignoring his lover's face, Ezra started to peel the boxers. Vin suddenly appeared at his side, stilling those perfect hands.
"Oh, no you don't." Vin scolded lightly. "Some things I don't share with the boys."
Ezra merely grinned mischievously at him, and ran one of his hands across the sharpshooter's belt. Vin felt his libido kick in full strength at the look in the southerner's eyes. God, Ezra wanted to play, and Vin never could resist that look.
"Ez-ra." Vin scolded again, this time because that teasing hand along his belt had just dipped lower.
"I shall repair to the garage then." Ezra conceded, grabbing the jeans as he went.
As Ezra was in the garage, Nathan called lunch, and everyone but Vin went inside to claim the first pieces of pizza. A few moments later, his patience was rewarded as Ezra stepped back onto the deck, clad only in a pair of Chris' jeans. That they were Chris' was evident by the slightly larger waist than Ezra's, the excess length along the bottom, and the black color. Ezra bent to pick up the dry t-shirt, the jeans pulling taut against his ass.
Vin growled low in his throat, and wrapped his arms around his lover's waist as he straightened. The Texan spun the man in his arms, pinning him against the deck railing facing his captor. Running a callused hand down that beautiful face, Vin pressed their lips together, claiming those perfect lips in a possessive kiss.
Three weeks of suppressed passion came to life, and Vin explored the open and willing mouth below his. He broke the kiss when they both finally needed to breathe, and started making his way along the jaw to that point behind Ezra's ear that never failed to leave the southerner moaning and pliable in his Texan's arms. His hands drifted across the smooth chest, playing lightly with the responsive nipples before petting his way down the conman's flanks, and finallyusing a firm grip onhis lover's ass Vin pulled Ezra flush against him.
"Vin." Ezra moaned, dropping his head slightly to give his lover better access to the ear and neck. " Hmmmmmm. Vin."
Leaving the ear to nip and lick his way down the beautiful neck before him, Vin was rewarded by his southerner sinking against him further, and beginning to thrust ever so lightly against the sharpshooter's answering bulge. Ezra's hands were hardly idle, as he caressed his lover's back, sliding his hands underneath the light t-shirt. Forgetting just where exactly they were, Vin let his hands wander to the button at the top of those jeans, and one of the culprits slipped inside the denim to find the object of its attention through the boxers. Bringing their lips back together, Ezra began sucking on Vin's tongue as he thrust against that hand.
"You guys gonna eat-" Chris stopped, seeing his two close friends entwined together not four feet from him. From here, it looked like Vin was trying to fit inside the southerner's skin with him.
"Hey, love-birds!" Buck suddenly joined Chris on the deck. His boisterous greeting garnered the two lovers' attention, and they broke apart. Vin grinned as Ezra flushed slightly, and dropped his head to Vin's shoulder. Knowing the other two men could see what he was doing, and not even trying to be subtle, Vin zipped and rebuttoned Ezra's jeans, causing the southerner's slight flush to deepen about three shades.
"Nate sent me out to get his skinny-ness to come in and eat something." Buck announced, gesturing towards Ezra. The whole team knew by now that Ezra lost weight easily, and always lost too much when undercover or away from Vin for long periods. Then again, Buck reasoned, the way these two went at it, a long period might just qualify as a day.
"He's right. Time to eat, pretty boy." Vin smiled at the nickname only he ever got away with. It was sort of like cowboy with Chris.
" Of course." Ezra said aloud, then whispered in his lover's ear.
"But I expect to be compensated later."
Vin waited for the others to go inside before looking down at the bulge in his own jeans. " You jest behave for awhile."
After dinner and the requisite movie and then poker game, Vin finally found himself driving his lover home towards the townhouse. Halfway down Chris' drive, Vin felt a hand on his right thigh, and knew this would be a long drive. That hand slowly rubbed his thigh, before moving ever so slowly throughout the drive home, towards the bulge getting progressively bigger. Ezra got the zipper open left-handed, and slipped his hand inside the denim. Caressing Vin's erection lightly through the silk boxers he'd given his lover a few months before, Ezra felt his own pants grow tighter. Vin growled, and finally slapped the offending wrist lightly.
" Ya keep that up, and I'm gonna wreck this car."
" Well, then, I shall have to refrain from this sort of thing." Ezra replied, each of his last four words punctuated by a tight, firm jerk on Vin's cock. Fighting the urge to let his eyes roll back inhis head, Vin struggled to keep his attention on the road. He was successful in ignoring his partner, at least until he realized that Ezra had released his seatbelt and had managed to free Vin's arousal from his silk prison. More importantly, Ezra had just licked the tip, and was now slowly licking his way further down the shaft.
Pulling to the side of the highway, Vin pulled his lover from his lap and nearly crushed their lips together. Finally releasing his southerner, he pressed a hand into his chest, pushing him back onto his own, passenger side, seat.
" Babe, I love ya, and right now I want ya so bad that if ya keep this up you're gonna get fucked in this jeep. Now, I personally prefer your nice warm feather bed, and down pillows. It'd be a bit more comfortable for all night." Vin turned his attention back on the road, knowing Ezra would behave for the last ten minutes of the drive, because his conman had looked at him with those big eyes that said he wanted Vin to take him, make him his, and wanted it done slow and hard.
Exactly eleven minutes later, Vin found himself pinned against the wall of Ezra's foyer, his southerner rubbing against him languidly while sucking on the pulse point on his neck. Those nimble, smooth hands divested the Texan of his shirt, and Ezra's mouth followed his hands down the defined chest of his lover. Concentrating on the nipples he had found to be especially sensitive, the undercover relished the increasingly loud moans he was causing.
Vin, though loving the sensation, was impatient to taste his conman. Slowly walking forward as he brought Ezra's lips up to meet his own, the sharpshooter managed to get them down the short hallway to Ezra's bedroom. Continuing to walk, Vin was soon able to press Ezra down onto the bed, following his lover's descent closely with his own.
Ezra's hands had managed to unbutton his jeans yet again, and retrieved Vin's erection from the denim confinement. Vin groaned, and decided that his lover was far too over-dressed.
Peeling Chris' t-shirt from the smaller man's chest, Vin licked his way down that wonderful plane of silk skin over hard muscles. He concentrated his efforts on the nipples for a while, bringing both nubs to hardened points quickly.
Feeling Ezra redoubling his efforts on his straining arousal, Vin resolved to take any thoughts of conscious action from his gambler's mind. Rising to hit the sweet spot behind the ear, Vin felt his lover's actions slow as all his muscles seemed to tense then melt to putty.
Licking his way down the neck, chest and abdomen, he smiled when he arrived at Ezra's navel. As sensitive as his own navel was, Ezra was ten times so. Just breathing on it could cause the man to writhe wonderfully. Lightly, barely making contact, he licked the rim of the navel. Dropping his mouth over the indentation, he sucked mightily, as if trying to make the southerner's `inie' into an`outie'. Thrusting his tongue inside the small hole, maintaining a rhythm similar to the one he used with other parts of the their anatomies, Vin soon had his lover moaning out words that were so deeply accented as to be nearly unintelligible.
" Lawd, Vihn. Hmmmmm. Feahls soh good. Ahhhhhhhhh. Gawd, luhvah."
Ceasing his attention to the navel, knowing Ezra was close from just that, Vin made his way back up that beautiful body to take those perfect lips again. Tongues entwined in a familiar erotic dance, only separating as the need for air became too great.
"Vihn, please."
"Please?" Vin smiled evilly, as his hands massaged the warm chest beneath him.
"Please. Lawd, Vihn, finish me, please." Ezra begged, hips rising off the bed as he strained inside the once baggy jeans now pulled tight across his crotch.
"Your wish is my command." Vin replied, leaning in to kiss his gambler again, as his hands opened the fly and freed the southerner`s hard-on. Feeling his tongue sucked into that heavenly mouth and registering the wandering hands of his southern lover, he ran a hand down the smooth body, stopping as it wrapped around Ezra's erection.
He pumped lightly, as he continued to tongue fuck his lover. Ezra was thrusting up into his grip, hips leaving the bed on each up stroke. Breaking off the kiss in need of oxygen, Vin again mouthed his way down the heated body beneath him, pushing the denim farther down his gambler`s legs.
He rimmed the navel once more,then continued farther south, bypassing the weeping erection for the tight sac hanging below. Mouthing each separately, he sucked them both inside his mouth together, rolling them slightly with his tongue.
"AWHHH, GAWD, VIN!" Ezra arched off the bed again, basking in the sensations after so long apart.
Vin left his balls quickly, moving up to take the weeping head into his mouth. Ezra clenched the sheets tightly, holding back his orgasm as his lover licked the head lightly, savoring the salty drop on the tip. Vin could tell Ezra was close, and using his hands to keep Ezra's hips pinned to the mattress, he opened his throat and swallowed his lover until his lips touched the very base of Ezra's erection.
"VVIIIIINNNNNNN!" Ezra nearly screamed, and the Texan smiled around the cock in his mouth. Ezra was a vocal lover, and Vin ate it up, that this bewitching green-eyed man was so far gone in the pleasure that he didn't remember or care that his bedroom shared a wall with his neighbor, an elderly lady of at least sixty-five. As long as Mrs. Franklin didn't call over here again to make sure he was okay, they'd be fine.
Humming lightly, and occasionally swallowing around the rock hard cock in his throat, Vin quickly brought Ezra to the edge. His scream was incoherent, as the southerner came fast and hard. A moment later, Ezra sank back against the bed, and Vin slowly caressed his way back up that sweat- shined body and took those lips in a sweet kiss.
" Mrs. Franklin's gonna be callin' over here again, thinkin' you got yerself murdered or somethin'." Vin commented, a smile gracing his lips.
"Hmmm. She's not home. She's flying in from her son's home in Connecticut tomorrow." Ezra replied, wrapping his arms around his lover's waist. He spun them quickly, so he was straddling his Texan. Ezra kissed him deeply, his hands feathering across the broad chest below him.
Vin smiled, knowing from the slow, sensual kiss that he was in for a long night. His mind played a song he'd heard a few days before that reminded him of his lover. "Black Velvet in that little boy smile, Black Velvet in that slow southern style..." Ezra certainly had a slow, southern style when he was feeling playful.
The undercover left his partner's mouth, lightly nipping his way down the neck to the juncture between shoulder and neck. Sucking with enough force to leave a light mark, the southerner continued on a leisurely path down the defined flesh.
Vin moaned as Ezra ignored the nipples, instead the southerner licked and teethed the ridges of the Texan's abdominal muscles, causing the sharpshooter to arch slightly from the bed. The southerner moved on to the navel, his tongue flicking out quickly, rimming the indentation for just a second before continuing on its merry way down the other man's thigh. Placing open-mouthed kisses along the inside of the thigh, Ezra concentrated his efforts on the sensitive spot he'd found behind the knee.
After a few minutes of torturing his lover, he continued kissing down to the foot, before turning his attention to the opposite foot and ever so slowly licked his way up that calf and shin to the mirroring sensitive little spot. After a few more minutes of happily lapping at the pleasure point, Ezra made his way up the flexing left thigh. Reaching up with his hands, the southerner rolled both nipples in his fingers, as he kissed the light patch of hair at the base of the Texan's now raging hard-on.
He rose up just enough to let his tongue dart out to lick away the fluid that graced the head. Vin bucked, but Ezra made no move to hold the squirming hips down to the bed. The undercover agent waited for the Texan to fall back against the bed in frustration at the lack of a mouth, before he dove down on the straining hardness, engulfing it completely in one swift move.
Vin shouted hoarsely, nearly coming off the bed completely as he bucked up again. Ezra obligingly sucked for a few short moments, before withdrawing again. Grabbing the hips in front of him, Ezra encouraged the Texan to roll to be on top, and Vin complied readily. Ezra stretched up to take the head back into his mouth, dropping back down as soon as the sharpshooter thrust forward expectedly.
Ezra allowed his lover to fuck his mouth, opening his throat so Vin could slide in completely. This time it was Vin who pulled away first, wrapping his fingers in the chestnut hair and bringing Ezra up to kiss him possessively.
Ezra purred in the back of his throat, and pulled his Texan against him tightly. Rubbing wantonly against Vin's answering erection, he caressed his man's back, occasionally raking his nails lightly down the smooth expanse.
A need for air forced the two lovers to separate, and Ezra reached one hand towards the nightstand. There was no need to fumble, one of the perks of his `neurotic need for order' was that his drawers were organized and compartmentalized, his hand immediately retrieved the desired object.
Pushing the lube into Vin's hand, Ezra wriggled suggestively causing his lover to groan mightily.
"Take me, Vin."
"God, Ezra." Vin ran his fingers through the sweaty, silky strands as he leaned in to possess the mouth again. Ezra spread his legs letting the Texan slide in between. Stretching up again, Ezra latched onto his lover's neck, sucking mightily to leave a much darker mark this time. Vin moaned, and quickly began to prepare his lover.
A few short moments later, the sharpshooter's fingers were replaced by his throbbing cock. He paused to let Ezra adjust, nearly bursting as the southerner tightened his passage around the head. He started thrusting slowly, gently, gradually building up to a harsh, driving pace.
Vin felt his climax rushing towards him, and reached in between them to pump his lover's erection. Ezra came first, bucking up to meet Vin's thrusts as his cum splattered across their chests.
The feeling of his southerner's muscles clamping strongly about his cock, drove the Texan to his climax, as he collapsed onto his lover. Rolling to the side after a few minutes, Vin was only partially surprised to feel Ezra's hand stroking his chest. Still spent, Vin reached up, and grabbed the wrist.
"Ain't ya ever got enough?"
"Never. Never enough of you." Ezra replied, rolling to straddle his lover's waist. He slowly began massaging the chest in front of him. Vin sighed at the relaxing feeling, until Ezra began tweaking his nipples again, and shifting about over his lap. The Texan groaned, but smiled at his handsome lover.
"You're gonna be the death of me, pretty boy."
"What happened to `all night'?" Ezra asked, a mischievous grin on his face.
"This cowboy needs some time to recover."
"Well, consider your time to have elapsed." Vin gasped, as Ezra's hand wrapped around his once again hardening cock.
"After all, we have three weeks of catching up to do."
END