Vin Tanner felt something wet and warm on his neck, frowning curiously as it woke him. Slanting a look in that direction, he saw a familiar smile that lit just as familiar hazel eyes. "Mornin'," he rasped sleepily.
"Good morning," Chris Larabee greeted his partner. He dipped his head once more, kissing the broad shoulder that peeked out above the covers. He continued brushing light kisses along the warm, tanned flesh.
"Mm," Tanner sighed. "You up t' somethin'?"
"Mm-hm," Larabee whispered against the taut flesh. His lips parted, tongue tracing the curve and angle of the younger man's shoulder blade. His hand slipped beneath the covers, stroking along the silk and steel of Vin's side and down to his narrow waist. Sliding even farther down he cupped one tight, round cheek.
"So...what'cha...up to?" The long-haired man sighed as he felt the wandering hand lightly massage his ass, then move around to the other side of his body. He growled low and deep in his throat as that hand curled loosely around his cock. "Ahhhh...damn."
Pressing himself tightly against the lean back, the blond slid his other arm beneath his partner. Wrapping his arm around the narrow chest, he began teasing at Vin's nipples. His lips continued their gentle course along Tanner's back, while each hand stroked and fondled the front. He felt the body in his arms tremble and grow rigid as his attentions began having the desired effect.
While one long-fingered hand buried itself into the mattress beneath him, the other reached behind him to grasp at his lover's thickly muscled thigh. Tanner's breathing dissolved to panting grunts, and he pressed back against Larabee's hard body. He could feel the other man's own hard cock swelling against his ass; the sensation only driving him farther toward the hot abyss.
And then the phone rang.
Chris groaned, his head dropping to rest on Vin's. "God damn it."
"Let...it...ring," Tanner grated out, punctuating his words with backward thrusts against the other man's body. "Let...the 'chine...get...it."
Chuckling, the older man answered him by nipping at the warm flesh at the place where his partner's neck curved into his shoulder. He managed to block out the next two rings, knowing that the answering machine would intercept the call then.
//Leave a message at the beep.// the mechanical version of his voice said curtly. He smiled as he remembered Vin grumbling about the dry message and his need to 'spice it up'.
"Chris...Vin, pick it up," Buck Wilmington's voice called to them from the machine. "Look, I know you're there. This is important, guys, I need t' talk to y'."
Once more the blond found himself distracted. He knew that voice, it wasn't his old friend's 'bullshit' voice. Something important had forced him to call them at 7:00 on a Saturday morning. With a groan, he released his hold on his partner and pulled away, rolling back to his side of the bed. Cursing under his breath, he grabbed up the receiver. "So help me Buck, if this isn't fucking Armageddon..."
Despite his frustration, Vin chuckled. He moved over, slipping under Chris' arm to rest against his broad chest. One hand stroked lightly over the heavy pecs, stopping to fiddle with the tiny gold ring in one nipple. The other man smacked his shoulder playfully, but he only snickered.
"What do you mean?" Larabee growled into the phone.
Vin's hand slipped downward, one finger tracing the deep definition of the man's hard belly muscles.
"No, that's not what the deal was," the blond argued into the phone.
The wandering hand slid lower, finding the thick thatch of hair and the man's hardening cock.
"Look Buck, I - SHIT! -" Chris yelped as his attention was pulled below the covers with a playful tug. He smacked the younger man again, shifting his body away from the exploring hand. The blond looked on in horror as the tousled curls disappeared beneath the blankets next. Putting his hand over the receiver, he said, "damn it Vin, stop!"
"You started it," came the muffled reply.
"Look Buck," Larabee began. Then his voice drifted off, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt his cock consumed by the younger man's mouth. He tried to concentrate on the voice in his ear, despite what was happening between his legs.
"Y-yeah...I'm here. Look, what did..." he moaned softly as he felt Vin's lips caress his shaft. "what did...Travis say...ahhh...about th-the...da-amn...deal?"
In the warm darkness, Tanner smiled. He gently rolled the swelling sac in his hand, his tongue tracing a damp path along the rigid length of throbbing flesh. One hand moved lightly along the hard muscled thigh next to his head, then moved toward the taut flesh of Larabee's ass. A finger slipped between the firm cheeks, gently massaging the puckered hole.
"What? No, I'm... oh god... I'm fu-fine," the older man stuttered. "D-do the...do the... ahhh... others know?"
Chris' back arched, one hand wrapping itself around one of the bars of the headboard. He fought hard to keep from crying out as he felt Vin's finger push slowly inside him. the strange juxtaposition of his lover's actions and the conversation he was struggling to maintain with his old friend became too much. He chuckled deeply, while Wilmington was detailing his attempts to notify the others on the team. An assignment they were on was threatening to unravel and Travis wanted to move things up. The team leader tried hard to maintain a sense of decorum, even though his entire body was on fire.
"Laughing?" He gasped into the phone. "No...I didn't... l-laugh. Look, g-give me h-half an...hour...yeah, it's im...portant."
As Larabee gave in to his body's needs, he punched the phone's 'off' button and dropped the handset. Slipping down on the mattress, he flipped the covers back. Glancing down, he saw the top of Vin's head, and wound his fingers through the chestnut locks. "You...fucker," he grated out as he pushed the other man's head down and canted his hips upward.
Vin grinned around the mouthful of hot flesh. He knew the other man was very near climax, and his movements quickened. Lips and tongue tortured the hard cock, while one hand milked the balls beneath with more insistence. He remained buried deep inside the man's ass, feeling the muscles tug hard at his finger.
"Oh...god...damn...oh shit! Fuck...damn...oh-oh-oh...fuck...VIN!" The blond cried out as his body went rigid, his seed exploding inside his partner's mouth.
Tanner sucked and teased at the softening cock and emptying sac as he felt his lover slowly relax. He ignored his own raging hard-on for as long as he could, focusing only on Chris' satisfaction.
Larabee lay limply on the bed, a trembling mass of raw nerve endings. He managed to draw a log shuddering breath, expelling it in an even longer sigh. "Damn, Kid," he growled softly, smiling lazily up at the other man.
Sitting back o his heels, Vin beamed at his partner, swiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. He reached for his own pulsing cock, massaging it as he stared hungrily at the blond.
With a glint in his hazel eyes, the older man said, "ought to let you suffer for a while... make you wait till I call Buck back."
Growling, the lean man crawled up the bed, one leg on each side of his partner. His hand continued fondling the heavy shaft, even as he straddled the broad chest. "Y' mean y' don't want any a this? Reckon I'll just take care a things m'self," he drawled in a lust-deepened voice.
He couldn't help but smile. The still-dazed man shifted, pulled the narrow hips toward him, and engulfed the thick shaft.
Vin leaned forward, bracing himself against the headboard. He began to rock gently, then with more vigor as the other man coaxed him toward an orgasm.
Chris grabbed the young man's ass, holding him tightly as he continued to suck and pull at the hard cock. He felt the lithe body arch, a tremble coursing through the younger man as he drew closer and closer to climaxing.
"Yeah...oh god... that's... oh that's good! Oh...shit...shit...shit...oh fuck... oh... damn... oh...CHRIS!" The younger man moaned and cried out as his seed filled his partner's mouth. Vin slowly relaxed, trembling as his body rode through his orgasm. Finally, he slumped down, dropping to the mattress beside the blond.
With a grin, Larabee wrapped an arm around his companion while he reached for the cordless phone. He took several deep breaths, trying to get himself under control enough to discuss the problems at work with the big brunet. But, as he started to speed dial the other agent, his face paled. "Oh... my... god," he gasped softly.
Lifting his head from where it rested on his partner's chest, Vin saw the stricken look taking over the handsome features. "What's wrong?"
Chris held the phone up, his eyes riveted to a small, lit, red light. "I didn't turn it off," he whispered.
"Ah, hell," Tanner groaned. "Y' think he heard?"
"I don't know."
Seeing that his friend wasn't ready to find out, the Texan took the handset, holding the receiver to his ear. He realized quickly that the line was still open. Then he heard something coming from the other end.
Larabee saw the handsome face break into a wide grin and he frowned at his lover. Vin turned to him, chuckling softly under his breath. He mouthed simply, "listen."
As Tanner settled the receiver between them, the men leaned together over the phone. The sharpshooter held his hand over the mouthpiece as they both broke into hearty laughter.
From the mouthpiece came the unmistakable, guttural sounds of sex...in one voice.
"Damn," Vin whispered, "didn't realize we's havin' a threesome."
His words sent Chris off in another bout of laughter. They listened for another minute or so, until the sounds faded slowly toward heavy breathing.
Finally managing to calm himself enough to speak, Larabee nudged Tanner's hand from the phone. "Uh... Buck?"
There was silence, then finally an almost timid, "yeah?"
Snickering, the blond said, "you finally catch up to us?"
The answer came in a series of stuttered, incoherent mumblings, then the phone went dead. The two lovers looked at one another, and once again dissolved into laughter.
The End
