Chris Larabee smiled for the first time all day. It was Friday afternoon, and he was on his way home. Finally, that word sounded good to him once more, and there was only one reason for it. 'Home' now meant Vin Tanner.
He sighed, his mind focused on the past week. Tanner had been home with a virus since Wednesday, which meant he had been sick since Sunday. The other members of Larabee's Team had finally threatened the sharpshooter's life when they found him in the restroom, as JD so eloquently put it, "blowing chunks". Still arguing as Chris took away his jeep keys, drove him home, and put him to bed, Vin had been home ever since.
Chris had spent the past two mornings confronting a surly Vin Tanner who swore he was fine and demanded the keys to his jeep so he could go back to work. He had returned home the past two evenings to a pathetic Vin Tanner, huddled on the couch under a comforter, surrounded by wastebaskets, tissues, foul smelling herbal medications, and remnants of his stash of junk food. And Larabee swore he was going to block TVLand from the television after the younger man recovered.
And, he had spent the past two nights caring for his wretched-feeling partner. He would fix him food with far more nutritional value than Oreos, threatening to shoot him if he didn't eat. That task accomplished, he would coax him into a hot shower with promises of scrubbing his aching, sweat-soaked back. Finally, tempting him into the bed they shared, he lulled the younger man to sleep with a back rub. By the time he felt Vin relax under his hands, he would be tempted to wake him for another – mutual – massage. Instead, he would take matters in hand himself while Tanner slid toward oblivion.
They had both been wakened the night before when Tanner's fever had broken, drenching both men as well as the bedding. Vin had mumbled an apology over and over as Chris shoved him into the shower and left to change the bed, but Larabee had shrugged the rude awakening off. At least it meant the young man was getting better, and life would return to some semblance of normal. He had called home before leaving, taking the other man's order for take home and a movie. Adding a bottle of wine to his bounty, the blond was ready to celebrate his lover's returning health.
Pulling up into the drive, Chris groaned softly as he felt how snug the crotch of his jeans had become. "Ain't putting you to sleep tonight, kid," he sighed as he grabbed the parcels and slid out of his vehicle. Moving across the yard toward the house, he spotted something laying in the grass just beyond the back of the house. Frowning, he dropped the bags to the deck floor and went to investigate. After only three steps he stopped and smiled, the swelling between his legs aching even more.
Vin lay stretched out in the thick carpet of grass on his back, au natural. Blue eyes closed, his head rested on his crossed arms. The long, muscular legs were stretched out and spread. What caught the older man's attention, however, was nestled among the thatch of silken curls below the taut belly. With a lecherous smile, Chris quietly slipped out of his own clothes, glad as always that neighbors were few and far between here. His own cock saluting his partner, Larabee moved stealthily through the grass and straddled the other man's waist.
Brilliant blue eyes flashed open to stare up at the sudden invasion of his privacy. A slow, sensual smile spread across his handsome face. "Gotta hand it to y', ol' man, yer gettin' good. I didn't hear y' a'tall. Didn't think anybody could see me out here."
Grinning, Chris leaned forward, staring deeply into the eyes of his lover. "Couldn't figure out who put a sundial up in my yard."
Laughing, Tanner said, "reckon m' daydreamin' kinda got away from me."
"Mmm," Larabee murmured as he bent down and captured the other man's mouth with his. Their lips melded in a long, passionate kiss, that he reluctantly ended. "Been too long, kid. Time for you to pay up."
"Oh yeah? Whatta I owe y'?"
In answer, the blond picked up the bottle of Aloe Vera gel Vin had been using on his already deeply tanned skin. Coating his own fingers with the gel, he reached around and pushed them carefully inside his tight ass. Gasping as they slid past the hard ring of muscle, he smiled down at the younger man.
Vin looked up, watching Chris writhing as he prepared himself for their lovemaking. Taking up the bottle, he filled his palm with the thick fluid and rubbed it on his throbbing cock. Groaning as he fought not to come at the first touch, he coated the heavy shaft.
Opening himself as widely as possible, Larabee eased his ass up. He felt Tanner teasing the taut hole, first with his fingers and then with the head of his cock. "Fuck me cowboy," he begged breathlessly. He began to push back and down, swallowing the throbbing muscle.
"Oooooh...fuck," he groaned as he pressed against the other man's hips.
"Ohhhhh, damn Lar'bee," Vin responded as he grasped his lover's dick with one hand. The other ran up the broad chest, fondling the hardening nipples. He tugged at the small gold ring in Chris' right nipple, thrilling as the blond cried out. With a hard thrust of his hips, he renewed the blond's cry, his cock pressing against the other man's pleasure spot.
Their lovemaking became more and more frenzied as pure need and desire took over. The air filled with the passionate sounds of the two men as the world narrowed to just the two of them.
"Damn...fuck...shit...FUCK!" Chris moaned, arching backward and forcing Vin's cock its full length inside him. One hand covered Tanner's, urging it into rhythm with his own thrusts along the other man's shaft. Soon, the feel of his muscles constricting around his partner's dick, echoed by the feel of the long fingers that pumped his own shaft, threatened to send him over the edge.
Trapped beneath the blond's straining thighs, Vin was nearing the precipice as well. He stroked Chris' cock with more and more urgency as his hips bucked upward toward the other man. "Oooo...omigod...ohohohohoh...CHRIS!"
Larabee cried out wordlessly as he felt the hot seed fill his cavity. He clenched his ass cheeks around Vin's cock, thrusting his own harder into the younger man's hand. "Fuck...fuck...fuckme..fuck...VIN!" His own cry answered Tanner as he spewed salty cum into the musk-scented air.
Letting the now flaccid muscle slid from between his ass cheeks, Chris collapsed onto the ground next to Vin. Both men lay there for a few moments, only the sounds of harsh breathing breaking the silence. Finally the blond recovered enough to lean upward on one elbow. Looking down at the other man, he smiled. Running one hand gently down the softly stubbled, square jaw, he leaned down and kissed his lover. Once more breaking off the kiss, he sat up and took in the flushed and perspiration drenched face.
Returning the loving gaze, the younger man smiled shyly. "Y' keep starin' at me like that 'n I'm gonna be 'tellin' time' again."
Chuckling, the blond kissed him again before he said, "don't know how well you tell time, pard, but I sure do admire the craftsmanship of that sundial."
The End
