Relief
by mcat
July 13, 1999
Disclaimer – Don’t own any of the boys. CBS and their production
companies do. But if I did. . . No money gained here, just some free mind
candy given out.
Rated NC-17 – If you ain’t over 18, go away!!!
Author’s Note – This one’s for you, soozyQ!
"I thought I’d lost you today," Chris said as Vin closed the door.
"You didn’t," Vin replied simply.
"When you went down. . .," Chris began, choked. "I mean, I knew you were
gonna play possum, but…"
"But you didn’t know what a good actor I was," Vin interrupted, smiling.
"God, Vin. It never hit me so hard that I could lose you," Chris got out.
"That I might never see you again. That I might never. . . kiss you," he
finished, looking directly into Vin’s eyes.
Vin was caught off guard and Chris knew it. But when Chris inched forward,
Vin didn’t move back. He stayed where he was, returning Chris’s
gaze. He felt Chris’s fingers on his chin, holding the gaze, as he continued
his forward movement. Before he knew it, Chris had brought up his other hand
and removed his hat. Vin shivered as Chris’s lips met his. He felt himself
harden instantly at the contact. He moaned as Chris’s tongue met his,
gently shoved its way past. Before he even thought about it, his own hands
were on either side of Chris’s head, bringing it closer, intensifying
their first kiss.
Chris was in ecstasy, finally kissing and being kissed by the man he loved.
He moved further, closer, backing Vin up against the door, pressing their
hips together.
"God, Vin, you’re about as hard as I am," he gasped.
Vin just moaned his response, rubbing their hard erections together. As they
continued kissing, Chris reached down and undid Vin’s gun belt, slowly
dropping the weapon to the floor. Vin began the same process on him. Chris
couldn’t get enough of Vin as his hands roamed up and down the
tracker’s lean body, undoing pant and shirt buttons as he went. Soon,
Vin found himself naked in front of the gunslinger. Chris’s mouth left
Vin’s, licked its way down his jawbone and settled into the hollow of
his neck. Vin arched his neck back as Chris sucked and nipped at his delicate
skin and let out an audible sigh as he pulled Chris in closer. But Chris
didn’t stay there for long. He moved further down and captured a nipple
in his hot mouth and suckled it to hardness as Vin writhed beneath him.
"Chris, you keep doin’ that and I’m gonna come without ya even
touchin’ me," Vin rasped.
Chris growled playfully at the remark and spun Vin around so he was facing
the door, their hands entwined, holding onto the doorframe. He rubbed his
still cloth-covered erection against Vin’s ass, between the cheeks.
"Think this’ll make you come?" Chris asked huskily.
In response, Vin took Chris’s right hand and began sucking and kissing
the fingertips. Then, turning his head so he could look directly at Chris,
he took the index finger and licked it, swirling his tongue around it, base
to tip, before sucking on the entire length.
"Only one way to find out," Vin said, slowly removing the finger from his
mouth, leaving it moist with his saliva.
Chris’s pants suddenly felt two sizes too small and he unbuttoned them,
letting them drop to the floor.
Vin spread his legs wide and tilted his ass up in anticipation. Chris smiled
and captured Vin’s mouth again as he rubbed Vin’s anus with the
moistened finger, slowly spreading it open.
"Come on, Cowboy. Ride me," Vin urged.
That raspy, husky invitation did it for Chris and in one swift move, he thrust
into Vin, sending waves of heat through both of them, erotic gasps and moans
escaping their throats. Chris move up closer, deeper. Then he pushed at
Vin’s hips and pulled himself out slowly. Just when Vin was starting
to feel empty, Chris thrust back in, harder and deeper than before. He watched
as Vin’s grip on the doorframe whitened his knuckles. The right side
of his face was pressed up against the door, eyes closed. He was breathing
heavily, panting. Chris smiled as he established a slow rhythm. He reached
up with one hand and ran his fingers through Vin’s long locks, gently
brushing them from his face. Vin opened his eyes and looked at his new lover,
conveying without words how good he was feeling. Chris acknowledged his own
feelings by grabbing onto the hair and pulling Vin’s head back, capturing
his mouth with his again. Vin pushed back with his hips, grinding them into
Chris’s.
Before long, the two were thrusting furiously, perfectly matching each
other’s pace as if they’d been lovers for years. Chris reached
around Vin’s waist and grabbed onto the tracker’s penis, stroking
it in time to his own thrusts. Overwhelmed, Vin cried out first, his cum
gushing out into Chris’s skilled hand. Chris soon followed with his
own satisfied cry as he burst deep within Vin.
Vin’s knees buckled and Chris supported him and eased him downward,
eventually setting the tracker down onto his thighs. Vin leaned back against
Chris’s chest and breathed out, sighing contentedly.
"Oh, yeah," Chris said, agreeing with the sentiment.
"I shoulda played possum sooner," was all the tracker said.
THE END