"Yes, Sir"
Vin woke, eyes closed and body still, evaluating his whereabouts. His back was warm … skin-to-skin warm … and something was poking his cheek. Suddenly a big, rough, dry tongue rasped its way across his face, and he wrinkled up his nose as it all came back to him. Opening his eyes, he pushed Peso's snout away and sneezed off some left over horsehair.
"Get outta here ya mangy beast," Vin groused.
A chuckle sounded from behind him and a warm voice invaded his ear. "Now that's not nice, Vincent. Here I got ya all snuggled up and ya go and call me mangy, and a beast besides."
Vin shivered at the purring breath on the back of his neck and grinned. Bumping back against the body behind him, he lay still again.
"If the shoe fits …"
"If I wasn't so damn hungry I'd show ya all about 'fittin'. Get your ass up and feed your steed. I'll go get dinner started."
Vin turned over onto his back and looked up at the blond Leader. His eyes narrowed in surprise at the sparkle in the eyes and the intensity in the gaze Chris gave back to him.
"This ain't gonna be easy."
Larabee smiled his dangerous smile. "No doubt about that."
Vin grinned and shook his head. Blushing only slightly, he ducked down, laid a kiss on Chris' collarbone, and jumped up to tend to the horses.
Pulling on his discarded jeans with a quick, efficient motion, he rounded up Pony and Peso and led them into the barn. The blond watched him walk away, then closed his eyes briefly. He wondered if a prayer for this to last was out of line.
Dinner was a quick affair; good steak and – in honor of Vin – fries instead of a baked potato. Chris opened a bottle of wine he'd been saving for just such an occasion and they chatted easily over dinner.
Finally, belly-hunger satisfied, Larabee leaned back in his chair, playing with his wine glass and watching his sharpshooter.
"I feel like we should talk about this, but frankly I don't know that words will accomplish anything." Chris said quietly.
Vin sat back, also, and slumped a bit in his chair, his fingers finding a toy in the stem of the crystal as well. He stared into a distance only he could see for a moment, then focused again and answered with his customary straightforward honesty.
"Cowboy, I don't need this analyzed. We want each other, the idea of being your leather boy causes my cock to kick … do we really need to know anything else?"
Chris looked at him closely, finally shaking his head. "No … not really."
Vin nodded and stood to begin clearing the table. He turned to look at the blond and smiled an endearing smile.
"Why don't you go get comf'terble and I'll take care'a this?"
Chris smiled and stood, placing his napkin on the table beside his plate. Lookin' up through lowered lashes and lickin' his lips casually, he accepted the first, small submissive offering with aplomb.
"Alright," he drawled. "I'll be in the bedroom." The last took on a husky note.
Vin stopped in the doorway to Chris' bedroom and cocked an eyebrow.
"Bit different, Cowboy," he grinned.
Chris smiled and stretched out on the bed, crossing his ankles and clasping his hands behind his head. He watched the hawk-like eyes of his sharpshooter take in the now lush, sensual atmosphere and felt himself hardening at the appreciation he saw in Vin's gaze.
The Texan missed nothing. As he cataloged the room's changes, he began imagining different uses for the new accessories he found within the sexy balance of the lair.
A flush that had nothing to do with shyness rose from bare chest to cheeks. Abandoning his lean against the doorframe, he walked the room, brushing sensitive fingers over the feast of textures and colors at his disposal. Chris watched his new lover discover an until- now hidden Chris Larabee.
He kept the room cool, yet it exuded a warmth that touched the senses instead of the skin. Vin's nipples responded, but the Texan ignored the purely physiological reaction and concentrated on the stroke to his emotions that each new element brought.
The rich, suede-like brown and bronze of the walls complimented the younger man's chestnut hair, and the art, chosen carefully for its color and motion, seemed to echo the quiet strength and intensity of the man who stood admiring it. Even the polished wood beneath Vin's bare feet fed the hungry core of sensuality that lived within the young agent.
But the focus of the room, the absolute masterpiece, sat prominently across from the fireplace and currently held one Christopher Adam Larabee; a man who, through no conscious effort on Vin's part, had become a fire in his belly and a want in his soul.
The mattress and springs were huge. The surround was handmade and nothing short of startling in its grace. Crafted from pliable branches of willow, it fully bordered the bed yet stood on its own, creating a framework for the sheer fabric that hung from its canopy and offered a haven as much for a soul as a body. The large twigs, so supple on their own, were woven with an intricacy that formed a brilliant web … strong, everlasting and sinuous.
Chris stood. There was a long moment of silence as each compelling man, powerful and commanding, measured the other with an intensity that suggested a matter of deadly importance. A wordless challenge flashed between fathomless blue and brilliant hazel eyes. Questions were asked and answered. And, finally, promises were made.
In a slow, deliberate offering, his gaze never leaving Chris, Vin shifted gracefully to his knees before his leader, one knee at a time …
Vin's palms rested lightly on his thighs, and he held his head high. His eyes still on Chris, he went completely still.
Chris stood watching. His heart leaped into his throat, yet he kept his expression closely guarded as the two men began the dance of dominance and submission for the first time. He stared down his new lover, waiting for the fully expected defiance to be put on hold by the free, independent spirit.
Vin's gaze wavered, then dropped, the raised again. His message was clear. Submissive he would be; simpering lap dog he would not.
Chris smiled gently and walked to the proud man. He crouched before him, one knee facing Vin, the other turned a bit to the side, one forearm supported on his thigh. He traced a finger slowly over a prominent cheekbone and down to full lips.
"You know I don't wanna break you, cowboy," he murmured quietly. "God, that's the last thing I'd do."
Vin smiled slightly and nuzzled against the blond's hand, returning to position quickly. His eyes drank the man before him and his face flushed with possibilities and passion.
Chris stood once again and walked around Vin, stopping behind him. Fingers carding through the sharpshooter's hair, he pulled him back against his legs, resting the tousled brown hair against his belly. Vin closed his eyes and sighed softly.
Chris tugged carefully and stepped back.
"On your feet, Vincent."
Vin rose gracefully, legs slightly spread, hands clasping the opposite wrist behind him, head and shoulders back.
Chris chuckled in his ear.
"Someday, son, you're gonna tell me about your obvious previous experience."
Vin's lip twitched and his eyes sparkled. He chuckled silently.
"Cowboy, Sir, I learned submission from the greatest Dominant ever known."
The ego of a Dom hit Chris with a rush and an imaginary punch to the gut. A lick of jealousy traversed his spine and he unknowingly clenched his jaw against it. His voice was quiet. Deadly.
"Oh yeah?"
The twinkle in Vin's eyes grew brighter.
"Yes, Sir."
He paused.
"The U.S. Army."
Chris closed his eyes and fought a shot of temper, then grinned wryly. Voice still low he purred, "You're gonna pay for that one, little man."
Swatting him firmly on the ass, Chris dropped the kid gloves and got down to business. Stepping back from the young man's body, he quietly barked his next command.
"Drop 'em, Vincent."
Tanner responded immediately, reaching for the zipper of his snug jeans. Top button already undone, he hooked his thumb in the waist of the worn denim and slid them efficiently yet sensually off his hips. Picking them up from the floor, he folded them neatly and put them aside.
"Nice," Chris praised. "Very nice."
The approval in his voice touched off a long-dormant spark within the tousle-haired agent. Another layer of defense slid away and he found himself comfortable, yet very aware of his exposure before his leader. He regained his position.
Chris moved closer to his lover and began sweeping his hands over Vin like a buyer confirming a prize stud. Hands molded smooth muscle and tested the younger man's resolve.
The blond's touch was gentle, but confident; soothing yet matter-of-fact. Stepping close, Chris slid his hands down Vin's arms, gripped his wrists and carefully brought his hands to the back of his head as they both had done with suspects so many times before. Vin relaxed into the manipulation and spread his legs a bit more at gentle pressure from Larabee's denim-clad knee to the inside of his thigh.
Chris stepped away and began a slow circle around the prone man. His eyes raked the trim, leanly muscled body and drank in the beauty of the tanned skin, registering the lack of tan line and the healthy, even glow that came from working and playing outdoors rather than just laying around in it.
This time stopping before Vin, Chris stepped close to his golden-boy yet again and cupped the heavy spheres beneath the now rigid cock. Vin breathed sharply, his eyes closing briefly.
The blond slid a finger up the underside of his partner's erection, tracing the sensitive ridge and catching a drop of lubrication from the tip.
Vin's breath began to deepen and, without moving, he centered his stance to strengthen his position. Larabee touched his lips to the juncture of shoulder and neck, nuzzling from throat to ear as he pulled away. He stepped back again, flashing a smile to the sharpshooter as he moved outside Vin's vision.
Vin closed his eyes once again to regain some semblance of control over his pulse. Two deep breaths later, he gazed forward again, wondering where his Cowboy had gone.
A slight pressure against the crevice of his ass answered the question unexpectedly. Two strong fingers stroked up and down, gradually easing the supple cheeks apart. Vin gasped, his carefully gained control flying away. Gentle stroking gave way to cool, slick entry, a single digit exploring the inside of Vin's body as carefully as eyes and palms had measured the outside.
Blue eyes closed and Tanner gasped, rocking forward slightly before regaining his balance. He stood his ground, already regretting the momentary loss of poise. Chris reassured him silently with a hand to his shoulder, neither coddling nor leaving him to determine completely on his own the level of satisfaction that the leader was feeling.
Another finger slid into the tight channel that opened easily to him. Vin sighed loudly and clenched his muscles, pulling the intruder deeper into him. His legs shook slightly as waves of pleasure emanated from the center of his belly outward to his limbs.
Chris moved against the sharpshooter, his hard cock pressed to the younger man's hip. Sliding his free arm around Vin's chest, he braced him solidly and pushed yet another finger inside him. Examination gave way to a slow, lavish thrusting and Vin struggled to keep his balance as pleasure grew and pressure expanded.
Chris murmured something unintelligible, something supportive, and got close to Tanner's ear once again. This time his words were easily understood.
"Lean forward. Use my strength."
Vin moaned softly and allowed himself to lean into the arm that surrounded him. His need to move was almost unbearable, but his need to please the man holding him was stronger. He remained perfectly still.
"Show me, Vincent," Chris whispered, breath stirring the curls behind a perfect ear. "Show me how it feels."
Vin whimpered and trusted his chest further into his partner's capable embrace. Hips bucked as he moved without hesitation to push back further onto the stroking fingers. The rhythm was old and familiar and as the young man fucked himself to frenzy, his body tightened with the need to release his pleasure to Chris. Yet he waited …
"That's it, Vin. Let go, cowboy … cum for me now."
Chris dropped the hand at Vin's shoulder and stroked the weeping cock already straining for completion. His arm remained steady as his palm urged his young lover to a mind-numbing climax. Vin shouted hoarsely and poured his passion onto his belly and up over the hand that stroked him.
Chris turned Vin suddenly, bending him over the high arm of an overstuffed chair and replacing his fingers with his swelling cock before the sharpshooter recovered from the tide of pleasure. Pounding into him over and over, Chris gripped Vin's hips ruthlessly, shouting with abandon as his seed filled the mass of quivering muscles beneath him. Vin went taut, a sound deep in his throat cueing Larabee to his second pinnacle. Vin cried out yet again, his muscles paralyzed with pleasure.
Hearing Vin's breath come in harsh gasps, the blond felt the muscles of Tanner's ass grasp and release him over and over. A silent, throat-ripping scream issued forth from Vin as his body betrayed him, trying repeatedly to obey the command of his new Master and continue to cum for him. Breath caught in the young man's throat and remained there, trapped by overwhelming sensation.
Chris withdrew and hauled Vin into his arms, twisting their bodies until he landed in the seat of the oversized chair, Tanner – in his lap – still straining to relax. Larabee wrapped a leg up over Vin's, pressed his palm to the sharpshooter's diaphragm and pushed firmly. Sensing no change, he thrust upward once, very quickly, and was rewarded with a rush of air and gasps from deep within Vin's chest.
"That's it, little man …" he soothed. "Nice, even breaths."
Vin, eyes wide and mind reeling, collapsed against the rock that was Chris and allowed himself to be talked down.
The End
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