JD/Ezra rode into town at high speed.
"Chris, Vin's been shot/injured/took sick in a
shoot-out/hold-up/fire/landslide/earthquake/explosion/stampede/train
wreck/outbreak of plague!"
Chris/the blond man/the black-clad gunslinger/the older man jumped to his
feet, a cold/hot stab of horror/fear in his heart/gut.
Nathan/Chris/Ezra/Josiah/Buck found Vin and brought him back to town on his
horse/in a wagon, then carried him up to the clinic.
"Oh, Chris, it hurts," whined/whimpered/moaned/sobbed Vin/the
younger man/the tracker/the sharpshooter, trying to hold back the tears from
the intense pain/fever/chills/spasms.
"I know, Cowboy/Pard/Vin," said Chris, squeezing his
hand/shoulder/arm/leg. "It's all my fault, Buck/Josiah/Nathan."
"Now, Chris, don't blame yourself," soothed Nathan/Buck/Josiah.
"Chris, you need to get some rest/food, yourself," Nathan mother-henned.
"I ain't leavin'," Chris growled. He fell asleep in the chair/cot
by Vin's sickbed, refusing to leave.
Chris awoke to Vin screaming/moaning/thrashing from a raging fever.
"No! Don't/I love you!"
Chris held him, as Vin fought/struggled. At last he sagged in Chris's arms,
asleep/unconscious.
Vin awakened the next morning to see Chris awake/asleep in the chair/cot
next to him.
"How'd I get here?/What happened?"
"Now, don't try to talk. Nathan/Buck/Josiah/Ezra/JD and
JD/Ezra/Josiah/Buck/Nathan brought you back here."
"How ya feelin'?" asked Chris/Nathan.
"Better/Like hell," Vin moaned/whined/whispered in a
gravelly/raspy/weak voice.
"Yeah, I know. You could do with some food/bad-tasting herbal
tea/bad-tasting medicine," said Nathan, adjusting the bandages/blankets
over Vin's chest/ribs.
Inez/Mary/Nettie/Casey/Nathan brought up a tray of food, but Vin was too
weak to eat. Picking up a spoon/fork, Nathan/Chris fed him anyway.
"It's all my fault, Cowboy/Pard/Vin," Chris whispered/growled.
"Can you ever forgive me? I should've <fill in the blank.> I'll
take care of you till you're better, whatever you need."
For a long moment, neither man said anything.
Finally, softly/abruptly, "I love you, Vin/Chris."
There. He'd said it. Vin/Chris looked at Chris/Vin in shock. Love?
"I haven't been able to love anyone since Charlotte/Sarah. You know
that."
"I know it's been hard for you since Adam/your mom died, but I love
you, too, Chris/Vin."
He leaned in close and kissed him.
Within minutes, they were undressed/writhing on the floor/bed. Vin was on
his knees/back/stomach.
"I want to fuck you/you to fuck me."
"Are you sure you want to do this, Cowboy/Pard/Vin/Chris?"
"I'm sure, Vin/Chris. Just be careful of my/your injuries/weakness
from fever."
Chris put some the oil/lotion/lube/salve/ointment onto his fingers and
probed Vin's anus/opening/hole.
As he probed into Vin, Vin moaned/gasped in pleasure/pain/surprise. Chris
added another finger, stretching his opening/anus/ring of muscle/sphincter.
Finally, Chris found the sweet-spot/lump/gland/pleasure-spot deep inside Vin
and Vin gasped/cried out.
"I want you now, Cowboy/Pard/Chris. I can barely hold back!" He
wiggled his hips/ass, trying to get Chris to speed things up.
"Careful, Cowboy/Pard/Vin, I don't want to hurt you."
"Need/want you Chris, Want/need ya bad in me, now! Please!"
Chris rubbed a generous amount of oil/lotion/lube/salve/ointment onto his
cock/erection/shaft and parted Vin's butt/ass cheeks. Slowly he began to enter
Vin, till the head/tip was just inside, then waited, still mindful of Vin's
condition.
"Fuck me harder!" Vin yelled. Chris slowly/quickly entered him to
the hilt and began to thrust in slow/fast/increasingly fast thrusts. He
reached down between Vin's legs and began to squeeze/stroke Vin's hard/erect
shaft/penis/cock/balls.
"I'm gonna cum/come soon," cried Chris, trying to hold back.
"Me, too, Cowboy/Pard/Chris!" With a deep shuddering breath, they
came at the same time. Chris shot his cum/come/load/semen/fluid deep into Vin
as Vin came/climaxed/orgasmed/shot all over Chris's hand.
At last, Chris slipped/eased out of Vin. They lay on the bed/floor, Chris/Vin
holding Vin/Chris in a warm embrace.
"I never thought it could be like that," said Chris/Vin. "Do
you really love me?"
"More than words can say," Chris growled/Vin whispered. "I
always have. I just couldn't tell you before."
"How ya feelin'?" asked Chris.
"Much better. And what happened to me wasn't your fault. And next
time, I get to do you."
"Only when you feel better."
They kissed/held each other/slept, knowing that would be soon and that
they'd be together for a long time/forever.
The End
