Chris Larabee begrudgingly left the hot shower, dragging his tired body from the steam and toweling off. Leaving his hair uncombed and tousled, he wrapped a warm, dry towel around his narrow hips and left the humid bathroom.
Wandering into the bedroom, he heard Patsy Cline's voice coming from the living room, Vin's soft voice accompanying her through "Wayward Wind". The roguish blond grinned deviously; Patsy Cline usually put Vin in the mood. Quietly he padded through the hallway, set to surprise his younger lover. Edging to the doorway, Chris looked into the room. Tanner stood near the front window, staring out at the sunset, his mind as far away as Patsy could take him.
With a series of cat-like, bounding leaps, Larabee reached his lover. He hadn't expected disaster. Just as he reached Tanner, the young sharpshooter wheeled around. He was holding a large bowl, which slipped from his hands as his attacker plowed into him. The two men sprawled to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs. It was a few seconds before they caught their breath.
Recovering quickly, Vin treated his boss and friend to a series of curse words in a variety of languages. Finally he bellowed, "God-damnit Chris! That was th' last a th' cookie dough!!"
Larabee looked down at his nude, just-showered, body. He was now covered in cold chunks of ice cream. "Well, fuck! How was I supposed to know you were gonna be standing here with like half a gallon of the shit?" Then, he considered who he was talking to, and the enormity of the lanky man's sweet tooth, and sighed. He should have at least suspected.
"I've been waitin' for this all day, ol' man! Now look, it's ruined!"
"Yeah, well, let's don't consider the fact that it's all over me, and I just got out of the damn shower. Don't you bitch if I have to use the rest of the hot water to clean up again. I mean, for Christ's sake Vin, look at me!" Then he stopped, realizing that his young lover was looking at him, pale blue eyes dark with lust.
"Am lookin' at y', cowboy. Reckon I'm just gonna have t' punish y' for wastin' my dessert. Reckon I'll just have t' give y' a tongue lashin'!"
His own hazel eyes gleaming with desire, Chris replied, "seems only fair." He started to get up, but Vin pressed him back to the floor.
"Huh-uh, you're fine right here. Don't want'cha gettin' up an' drippin' any a m' dessert." He smiled, and leaned over the older man. Kissing Chris passionately, he slid his lips down the blond's neck, licking the warming drops of dissolving ice cream. Reaching the hollow at the base of Larabee's throat, he sucked gently, enjoying the feel as the older man's moan vibrated against his mouth.
"Ah...damn," Chris gasped as he felt himself responding to the man's touch. His breathing quickened as Tanner's tongue lashing continued. The younger man licked and sucked at each nipple, leaving them hard as he moved toward the hollow between his pecs, licking the fine golden hair free of the dessert.
Vin lifted his head, smiling down at his lover. The blond was staring back at him, a look of pure desire on his handsome face. "Gotta say, pard, think I kind'a like havin' m' dessert like this."
"Can't say I mind it...myself," Larabee gasped as he felt his partner's hand slip between his legs. "Oh...fuck."
Tanner's smile widened at the look of growing excitement on Chris' face. "Reckon I'd best get back to your punishment." With one hand slowly stroking the quickly hardening penis it held, he moved to the 'six-pack' of abdominal muscles, luxuriating at the feel of the other man's taut belly. The ice cream was quickly melting from the heat of Chris' body, making it even more of a game to lick him clean.
"Fuck, I want...your mouth...on my cock," Chris groaned, gasping at the sensations of being licked and stroked. "Damn it, kid...suck me...now!"
"Patience," Vin muttered without taking his mouth from the taut belly, intent on removing the cold treat from his hot lover. Reaching the man's navel, his tongue darted in and out, plumbing the depths for more of his spilled dessert. He felt the man's muscles constrict, almost knotting in excitement. He teased the puckered divot with the very tip of his tongue, feeling the muscles quivering as Chris' body arched with desire.
"Christ! Fuck! Damn it!" The lean blond was writhing in sweet pleasure/pain now as he begged for release. "Tanner! Fuck! Oh God...damn! Fuck!"
Vin felt his own dick throbbing, crying out for it's own relief. He rose to his knees, watching as Chris trembled in the throes of raw lust. Quickly unfastening his jeans, he slipped them down his thighs, groaning as his own pulsing cock escaped. Knowing that neither of them was bound to last much longer, he moved around, bowing over the hard dick that he had teased to arousal. As he took the thick shaft into his mouth, he felt his lover's hand close around his own engorged member.
Neither man said anything intelligible for several long minutes. Groans, gasps, cries and moans replaced speech as each was focused only on bringing the other to orgasm. Vin felt Chris's body grow rigid, locked in one final spasm of ecstasy. Just as he tasted the man's salty juices as they began to fill his mouth, his own body arched, his hot cum joining the last of the ice cream on Chris' chest.
Their bodies finally relaxing, spent by their love-making, the two men sighed as one. Vin managed to move around, collapsing into Chris' embrace. The blond wrapped one still-trembling arm around his younger lover, pulling the man to him. Tanner smiled, relishing the feel of the other man's body against his; the clean/musky scent of his body, smelling of soap, shampoo, and Cookie Dough ice cream. He curled up against Chris, draping one arm across the blond's chest.
"Damn," Chris gasped when he could finally manage speech again.
Chuckling, Vin agreed. "Reckon y' learned...your lesson cowboy?"
"Dunno," Larabee mumbled. Raising up enough to look his lover in the eye, he said, "think I might need some more tongue lashing."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Reckon if I go get you some more ice cream, you can do it again?"
"Think I might. Sure you're up t' th' challenge ol' man?"
"Oh yeah," Chris leered, heading for the bedroom, his clothes, and the truck keys. As he disappeared down the hall, he called over his shoulder, "what other flavors do you like, by the way?"
Vin dropped back to the floor, smiling broadly. It would be a long time before he'd be able to eat ice cream in public.
The End
