Chris cursed silently to himself as he got out of the Ram and walked into
the house. He has finally gotten home from a late meeting and now time was
running out.
"'Bout time you got home!" Vin greeted him.
Chris grunted an acknowledgement as he walked past and headed straight for
the den. Tossing his jacket on the small sofa, he headed straight for his
desk. He cursed softly again, ignoring his growling stomach, as he began to
pull out forms, paper, pencils, and a calculator. Vin leaned against the door
jamb, watching him as he sat down.
"Bad day?"
Chris finally looked up at him. "Tax day. I gotta get this done and
mailed by midnight."
Vin came up silently behind him and gently nipped at his ear. "No, you
don't."
Chris tried to wave him off. "Not now, okay? Let's see...Use Form
1040A or 1040EZ unless..."
"Hot in here," mumbled Vin. He left the room for a moment. When
he returned, he was naked to the waist, the top of his pants undone. He leaned
over again and gently nibbled at the muscle along Chris's neck, just above his
shoulders.
"Vin, stop it. What's the matter with you?"
Vin took Chris's hand and placed it on his erection, now unfurled from his
pants and standing straight up. "I'm warm for yer form, Cowboy."
Chris sighed at the hot, smooth skin under his fingertips. He gently ran
his hand along the thick, heated length before pulling away.
"Stop it. I gotta get this done... Later maybe."
"How much later?" Vin leaned over and again nibbled at Chris's
ear. "I'm horny *now.*"
Chris ignored the comment and gritted his teeth, trying to focus. "For
Line 13b, refer to Schedule B--"
"Still too warm in here," muttered Vin.
Chris sighed with relief as Vin again left the room. His relief was
short-lived however, when Vin came back in just a pair of deep blue bikini
briefs.
"Look," Chris snapped. "This is not going to work. If you're
so damn hot...Go sit in the freezer!" His stomach rumbled even as he was
fighting for calm. "And as long as you're there, you can get us both
something to eat."
Vin shrugged. "Fine. Whaddya want?"
"I don't care." He watched with relief as Vin sauntered out of
the room. "And take your time!"
Chris sighed tiredly. It had gotten dark outside. He checked his watch, and
once more tried to focus. "Add Lines 14a through 14f and subtract from
the total on Line 15...Then--"
He pretended not to notice as Vin returned to the room carrying a tray of
fruit. Vin set the tray down, picked up some of them and came over to the
desk.
"Which do you want?"
Chris looked at the small, round, hairy kiwi fruits cupped side by side in
Vin's hands. "I'll eat later," he said tightly. He fixed Vin with an
angry glare. "I know what you're doing. I'm going to finish
this--tonight--so you might as well knock it off."
Vin shrugged and flopped onto the sofa. He stretched out languidly and
began to peel a banana.
Chris shot him a last look and, with an effort, turned his attention back
to the forms before him. They had turned to a blur of swirling black ink now.
He rubbed his eyes, and tried again. "If the total on Line 26 is less
than the totals on Lines 23 and 24..."
Without lifting his head, he stole a glance at Vin. Vin had the first 2
inches of the banana in his mouth, his lips wrapped around it.
Chris threw down his pencil in frustration. "Oh, for God's sake, will
you just eat it already??!"
Vin didn't look at him. "I ain't botherin' ya," he said calmly.
"Mind if I at least work out while I'm waitin'? I promise I won't even
look at ya."
"Fine! Maybe it'll burn off some of that excess energy of yours."
Chris turned away and punched some buttons on the calculator as Vin started
doing push-ups. Chris ignored him, absently chewing a pencil as he worked.
"Skip to Line 36 if the amount on Line 27..."
The sight that greeted him when he next looked up nearly caused him to bite
off the eraser. Vin had his back to him, his legs spread wide and was bent
over at the waist. Chris stared appreciatively at the snug fit of the briefs
as they hugged the smooth, rounded derriere. He let out a tiny sound that was
somewhere between a sigh and a groan. His pants had grown increasingly tight
around his crotch and now he shifted uncomfortably.
Finally Chris had had enough. "Get out!"
"But--"
"GET OUT! NOW! LET ME GET THIS DONE!"
"I'm not stoppin' ya--"
"The hell you ain't! Go find something to do! NOW! BEFORE I SHOOT
YA!"
Vin smiled. "Okay, okay. After all that exercise, I could use a shower
anyway."
"Good," Chris huffed. Then called after him, "AND MAKE IT A
COLD ONE!"
He turned his attention back to the forms. The numbers no longer made any
sense. They looked alien to him, just squiggles on a page. He squeezed his
crotch, trying find a comfortable position but gave it up as hopeless. Far
off, he could hear the shower water running. Chris paused for a moment,
surprised to hear it so distinctly. Vin had probably left the bathroom door
open.
Chris ground his teeth. "I am NOT going there," he muttered to
himself. He tried again to read Schedule B, and it was a good ten minutes
before he realized he'd been reading Schedule C. He cursed again, and sifted
through the forms and booklets until he found Schedule B. Chris was focused at
last and didn't hear Vin return to the room until Vin once more flopped on the
sofa. He wore just a towel. Chris watched as Vin ran his fingers through the
damp, dark waves that clung to his head and neck.
Chris said nothing and turned back to the forms, but his brain no longer
registered them.
Vin casually poured himself a drink, humming to himself, and swaying his
hips. He took a drink, spilling the whisky onto his chest. He wiped it off his
gleaming skin with his fingers, then licked them, sucking each finger slowly.
"Damn," Chris muttered. He shifted again, feeling a
rapidly-building heat in his groin. He had the uncomfortable feeling he was
close to coming in his pants.
Vin moved to stand beside him, looking over his shoulder. "What's
wrong? Ya stuck?"
The towel slipped from his narrow hips and dropped to the floor, treating
Chris to Vin in all his wet, naked glory. A full, pink erection stood proud
amidst the dark curls, still moist and warm from the shower.
Chris could stand it no more. With an animalistic growl, he surged up from
his chair, sweeping his arm across the desk, sending paper, pencils, and
calculator flying. He caught Vin by the shoulders, and firmly pushed him back
until Vin was laying on the desk. Chris all but tore off his shirt and lifted
Vin's legs up over his arms.
Breathing heavily, Chris tried to open his fly with shaking hands.
"Help me," he pleaded softly, frantically.
Vin's strong fingers helped release Chris from his jeans. His long, thick
penis was throbbing with an aching need that seemed to fill his balls, his
pelvis, his entire torso. He spat on his hand and rubbed his palm over the
velvety pink tip. He needn't have bothered; the tip was already gently
leaking. He pressed insistently against Vin's tiny, puckered entrance.
"Easy, pard!" cried Vin, as the muscle suddenly bloomed open to
receive him.
"You been teasin' me for the past hour," Chris reminded him
tightly. "So much for easy!" He growled again and thrust the rest of
his length into him. He paused a moment, his heart roaring in his ears, and
then began to thrust.
Vin squirmed under him. "Ahhhh, yesssss," he said in a hoarse
whisper. "Fill me up, cowboy!"
Chris began to thrust faster and deeper. His shaft brushed the deep gland
at last and Vin let out a howl of pleasure. It was all the impetus either of
them needed. They exploded together in a climactic union. Chris came deep in
Vin's bowels, as his own creamy essence flowed over his belly.
Neither moved as they each fought to control their breathing, waiting for
their heartbeats to stop hammering in their chests.
Chris helped Vin to sit up and gently kissed him. "It's almost
midnight," he said in a soft voice as he nuzzled Vin's ear. "Why
wouldn't you let me finish?"
"I was tryin' to tell ya," Vin said gently. "Ezra already
did 'em and JD filed 'em electronically for ya."
Chris looked him. "All right, smart guy. Next year, you do the
taxes."
"I'll start now." Vin grinned and gently began to run his tongue
along Chris's ear. He traced a small path of kisses down Chris's neck, then
paused to suck each nipple.
"You call this doing taxes?"
Vin grinned wider. "I call it 'itemizin'."
The End
