"Hey cowboy," Vin's voice was unobtrusive, yet somehow reached into Chris' self-imposed haze. A haze Chris was wallowing in, and somewhat enjoying.
"Don't call me cowboy," Chris answered automatically, the gesture that raised the beer bottle to his lips just as reflexive. Then silence. He wasn't up for company and didn't feel like being civil. Still, he knew Vin wasn't likely to go away. In the back of his mind he acknowledged that it would piss him off if Vin did.
Hooking a booted foot around the leg of a chair, Vin turned it. H settled in and rested his arms on the back, watching Chris, a hint of a tilt to his head. He waited for it.
"You're staring. It's rude," Chris said, annoyed.
"Not starin', just lookin'."
Chris shifted his eyes to him briefly before resuming his unfocused stare. Vin remained unconcerned. Damn it, it was if Chris could feel his gaze on his skin. Still, he knew Vin's eyes would hold at least a hint of wariness and it gave him a low level of satisfaction. At least he wasn't being taken for granted. He waited another minute, making them both that much more aware. His heart tripped over itself, a wildness rising up within him slowly.
"What, Tanner?" This time Vin got a whole head swivel, albeit punctuated with a scowl. Chris' gaze went immediately to the lush, pink lips that smiled in approval.
"Now that's the snarl I know and love."
God Chris loved that Texas drawl. "Fuck you, Vin."
"Okay. Meet ya in the men's room in five minutes."
Chris blinked, blindsided. This was supposed to be his game and Vin changed the rules. Fuck him, damn it.
Warmth spread from the center of his belly outward as the words sank in. The sweating cold of the bottle in his hand and the breeze from the ceiling fans above clashed with the sizzle. He felt a zap, like a low-voltage hit from a taser, and he drew a breath before taking a long, last pull from his longneck.
Vin stood up and drifted through the bar, stopping at the jukebox to select a few tunes before moving on to slip unnoticed to the head. Chris watched him move, eyes narrowed. He was determined to ignore the risky offer. But he couldn't help fixing on the tight ass in the tighter jeans, and it played on him like a splinter just under his skin as his dick swelled a little more. Another sip of cold beer down a suddenly dry throat accompanied the jump-start of his imagination and he began to conjure images of what Vin was doing to himself in that small room just across the restaurant.
"Ah hell," Chris snarled as he rose. "He's gonna get me fired or killed or worse." The last under his breath, and the flip of his stomach clearly indicated some things were worth the risk.
A quiet knock on the door and Vin was on it: pulling it open, tugging Chris inside and closing and latching it behind them. Shoved against the door, Chris frowned with annoyance, an indignant sound leaving his throat until his mouth was covered with Vin's insistent hand.
"Shh, cowboy," Vin whispered, stepping firmly into Chris' space and pressing hips to hips. "Know what's got ya wound tighter than a thirteen hour clock, and I know how to relax ya some."
Vin's hands gripped Chris' wrists. He drew Chris' arms up to pin them over his head against the slick wood of the door. Leaning only a little closer, now chest to chest, Vin denied Chris the feral satisfaction a body slam would have offered. Instead, Chris felt the rub of nipples as an electric charge and registered the solid weight like a favorite blanket. He breathed Vin's leather and musk scent like a drug, giving into intoxication with a sigh he wasn't aware he'd breathed until he felt it rebound off Vin's lips. Music leeched from the tinny speaker above and the familiar strains of Vin's favorite Bon Jovi classic made its way into the intricate weave of sensation Vin was creating for him. He moaned softly as he received the message from the song.
I'll be there for you. These five words I swear to you .
"You're sexier than you oughta be, Chris, ya know that?" The words were licked onto his ear just before Vin's lips went to his jaw, nibbling gently at his skin. "Sexier ‘an I deserve."
A soft sound rolled off the back of Chris' tongue and Vin swallowed it, his mouth covering Chris' with a slow, easy passion. The all-out assault cloaked in the guise of gentle exploration caused Chris to shudder, fists clenched in a body-rocking jolt of delicious tension. His expectations of a quick, hard, nasty fuck clashed with the reality of this deep, burning encounter and he moaned uncontrollably. Vin's hard cock rubbed against his own. Chris felt like he swelled double, tight jeans becoming sweet torture, yet offering a tease of the friction he'd give his breath for at the moment.
"Gonna do this quick cause we gotta, cowboy, but it's gonna be good. Turn around for me?" Vin asked with a husky rasp, a question, yet not.
Chris swallowed and nodded, turning as Vin lifted his weight off just enough to allow the pivot, one hand still holding Chris' wrists captive over his head. The control in the grip was something new, and Chris felt it keenly, sinking further into a sensual fog, reduced to awareness of Vin. On the fringes, the music his lover had chosen to accompany their illicit rendezvous only made things better.
Vin settled against him once more, his mouth playing over the tender skin at the back of Chris' neck. Vin moaned softly and the sound ignited Chris again, a shudder running through him. Once. Twice. Vin's fingers worked at Chris' belt, flipping it back and easing the zipper of his jeans down. Chris groaned as his cock was freed from its denim bonds and Vin's hand was right there to pump it up further, though Chris wasn't sure that was possible. Vin's other hand left Chris' wrists to undo his own jeans, and then he was pumping the lotion dispenser Inez kept on the sink for a little makeshift slick. Chris felt his cheeks parted with cool, dry fingers before cold, wet intrusion took his breath away. Vin coated the tight pucker thoroughly, then eased inside to tease, getting Chris wet and ready and leaving a puddle of Chris' control in his wake.
"God, Vin!" Chris forced through clenched teeth. He pushed back against the invading fingers.
"Almost there, cowboy," Vin crooned in his ear, a hitch in the controlled tone he'd held up till then.
Vin's teeth worried his earlobe, tongue following to ease the sting with a wet, cold lapping. Sucking Chris' soft flesh into his mouth, he slid a hand up to again capture Chris' wrists.
Vin's free hand joined the other at his wrists as the dick Chris craved more
than he ever thought he could pushed slowly into his ass, the soap and the
pressure burning until he felt the pop and ease of muscle.
Vin spread his arms out wide. Entry released Vin's voice as well, and he
groaned long and low into Chris' ear, gliding in smooth and deep until their
bodies met ass to groin. Chris' forehead pushed against the polished wood as he
moved his hips back to take it all. He whimpered. Vin laid lips gently to the
back of his neck, to his shoulder, licking and sucking before moving close to
Chris' ear once more. Vin was driving him insane.
"Ready to get fucked?" Vin rumbled, breath hot.
"Do it!" Chris snarled, bucking back hard. Waves of heat and desire washed over him, gaining strength, coming from all over to meet in the center of his gut, only to ebb back out to the tips of his fingers and toes to be gathered again and begin the cycle anew. He heard each sigh, each pant of Vin's breath, and again the music his lover had chosen registered, familiar, the beat now driving, pounding, and Chris knew the significance, the message. It filled him with gratitude even while he burned with the need to be split, overpowered, fucked within an inch of his life, made to feel alive in the aftermath of death. And the song a special code among them to explain why they all did it.
I need a hero…
Vin grunted, growled, and began to move, sawing, twisting, and grinding deep, offering him the oblivion of pure sensation. He rode him viciously; with heat and passion and a core of love that drove the demons farther from Chris with each thrust. Chris couldn't, wouldn't, try to silence his cry of completion as they spilled their seed together, his head spinning and heart pounding with relief.
Vin leaned heavily against him. Chris could feel his legs trembling, his breath coming in harsh puffs against his neck. Chris just relied on the door to hold him up and they stood there, hunched against it, connected, until chests moved slower, lungs filled, and bodies felt solid again. Vin moved out and away, a sigh signaling his ambivalence, both reluctance and satisfaction in the sound.
They put themselves back together silently, Chris turning around to stand looking at Vin. His head cocked in contemplation. His eyes were moist with sated fervor. But he couldn't get the words out.
"Somethin' on your mind, Cowboy?"
"Ju..." A rasp, choked by tamped down emotion, creaked out and Chris cleared his throat, tried again. "Thanks." It wasn't what he meant. He saw the knowledge in Vin's eyes just the same.
The details of his latest kill-shot began to fade slightly. He knew he wasn't quit of it yet, but healing seemed to come a little easier since Vin. He sent up a silent prayer of thanks for the strong, quiet man before him.
Vin reached up and touched Chris' cheek gently in a rather unexpectedly romantic gesture. He leaned forward to gently brush Chris' lips. "Me too."
Chris smiled and shook his head. "We're a pair, huh?"
Vin grinned. "Yep. Quite a pair. Like it that way." He opened the door, pausing to peek out the door. "Clear." It was a familiar code given in an unfamiliar setting. Then he was gone, and Chris suddenly felt the cold of the tile room as if it had dropped ten degrees.
Vin stuck his head back in. "Buy me a beer?"
Chris warmed up again, grabbed the door and gestured toward the bar. "Yup…after you, sir." The small courtesy rolled off his lips out of habit.
"Sir," Vin mused as they stepped out of the bar an hour later. "I'm thinkin' I like the sound of that."
The End
