ATF Universe
Disclaimer: Not mine....damn it!
Comments: Thanks to BC who inspires me to do this and helps me "polish it" up for you all - thanks Pard!! And Kim, thank you for the last minute beta!!! Sorry Tracy....wasn't ready till this am!!!
Chris Larabee leaned back into the soft leather seat of his pickup truck and closed his eyes with a long, relieved sigh. Vin was behind the wheel, and he relaxed. It had been a full Saturday that had started with the maintenance chores that needed to be done around the ranch, then final preparation for the Easter holiday guests, and finally dinner out with Vin.Tomorrow, Easter Sunday, he expected some of the rest of the team members to show. Anyone without plans was invited to watch television, eat and play some cards. It had become almost a holiday tradition after three years together as an ATF Team in the Denver branch. The irony of it brought a smirk to his lips -- the loner, the cool, hard-as-steel leader of one of the ATF's top teams had become their holiday den mother. Hell, they deserved it after the kind of work they'd been doing non-stop for the last two months -- four busts, two with full-scale shoot-outs, one of the biggest Canadian contraband gun smuggling rings taken down. The paperwork alone was smothering them as they tried to catch up between incidents. This holiday was coming at the right time, Chris figured.
Chris was brought back to the present by the soft drawl of his best friend and lover.
"Tired? Or thinking, Cowboy?" Vin asked as he turned the truck into their driveway.
"Mostly thinking." Chris let his head loll to lazily to the side, watching Vin's long legs inside tan pants as he downshifted the big diesel RAM pickup and braked it into the garage. He realized he was staring hungrily, so he said, "You sure we got enough beer?"
Vin put the truck in park and unbuckled his seatbelt, he couldn't hide the patient smile that escaped. "Yeah I'm sure, have at least three cases in the laundry room." Opening the door and easing out, "Ya sure you're not too tired, Chris?"
Chris was smiling as he took out his keys to open the door. "For what you have in mind, pard? Never."
Once in the house, both men removed their jackets and headed to different rooms -- Chris to the kitchen to check for messages on the machine, grateful that the blinking light only gave him three, all about plans for tomorrow: Nathan explaining his plans with Rain; Ezra, about which what wine he was bringing; and Buck with the promise of a home-smoked ham, probably the one JD had been complaining was smelling up their place for days. Relieved, he re-set the machine and turned down the ringer so he and Vin would not be interrupted. This was Saturday. Him and Vin. The world could go to hell tonight.
Meanwhile, Vin headed through into the den, to build a fire in the stone fireplace in what had become a Saturday night tradition for them alone. When it was crackling nicely, Vin headed to the bedroom to change into sweats and get Chris's Easter surprise. Passing Chris on the way to the den, he hid the basket behind him. "Anything important on the phone?"
"Nah," Chris said as he turned towards Vin, who was edging along the wall. "Nate is going to Rains's Aunt's, but I expect the rest of the team will be here. What do you have?"
Chris followed Vin back into the kitchen.
"Never mind, open the fridge," Vin said a mischievous smile.
Chris opened the refrigerator door, "Champagne?" He turned to look at Vin. "What's that for?"
"Part of your Easter surprise, Cowboy. Go get changed and meet me in the den," Vin finished as he headed for the other room, now hiding the basket in front of him where Chris could still not see it.
"What no cotton tail or bunny ears?" Chris joked, excited to see what Vin had cooked up. He remembered that on Valentine's Day Vin had told him to wait for Easter in a way almost between a promise and a threat. Somehow, the scruffy Texan managed to make holidays fun again and Chris found himself looking forward to them instead of working through them or getting drunk enough not to notice everyone else's celebrations.
He smiled as he stripped off his clothes, wondering how Vin was going to like the chocolates he ordered. Dressed in loose sweats, Chris took the box of specially-made candy in it's garish purple satin box out of the hiding place in his closet and headed for the den.
Vin had set up the champagne and popped the cork as Chris entered. Pouring them both a glass, he motioned for Chris to lay down on the soft blue cotton blanket he'd spread on the floor.
Now, Chris couldn't help but notice the Easter Basket. The big fluffy "robin's egg" blue bow made it hard for him to see what was inside the cellophane wrapping. He placed the big purple box on the table and sat down on the blanket.
"Do you trust me, Chris?" Vin asked, kneeling, then sliding next to Chris.
Chris looked deeply into Vin's eyes -- eyes like the bow and the blanket, like his world right now --sky blue. "You know I do, Vin."
A lecherous smile broke out on Vin's face, "Good, because your surprise will be more fun if you trust me."
"What do you mean?" Chris suddenly felt a little suspicious, knowing Vin's unbridled sense of mischief.
Vin kissed him, gently at first, then more forcefully. The sharpshooter thrust his tongue into Chris's mouth, running it over his partner's teeth. He probed further into Chris's mouth in a deepening kiss, while his hands caressed Chris's face and hair. Chris felt himself reeling with the passion behind it and reached for Vin. At his response, Vin pulled back, smiling at him. "I need you to go along with me here for a bit."
Smiling a wolfish grin of his own, Chris said, "So, surprise me, Vin."
Vin slowly pulled Chris's T-shirt over his head. Then he pulled the bow off the basket then tied it over Chris's eyes. It was softer than it looked, more like real satin than the usual fake ribbon of decorative bows. Chris felt a sense of satisfaction at the knowledge that Vin had planned this so specially.
Pausing to kiss his lover, Vin trailed his hands over the hard-sculpted plains of Chris's chest.
Chris could hear the cellophane crinkling then he felt Vin's hands on his legs.
"Need to get you undressed all the way, Cowboy."
Chris raised his ass, helping Vin to remove the sweats. Chris licked his lips in anticipation, and received a quick kiss that caught the tip of his tongue. As quickly, Vin was gone, just out of reach.
The loss of his sight made him feel helpless, and it increased the sexual tension he felt. He wondered what Vin would do next when he heard the soft drawl.
"Open your mouth. Don't bite, suck." His drawl was soft, but the words were commanding, and Chris felt it in his lower gut. Vin was taking over and he obeyed.
Chris felt Vin slide something in his mouth. He could taste chocolate and as he sucked, it dissolved. Chris realized it was Vin's finger. For a moment, Chris wondered how Vin had done that -- the chocolate was hard. Not syrupy, or sticky from melting. Warm, but firm ... Lost in his thoughts, Chris almost didn't notice Vin removing his finger.
Strong but gentle hands pushed Chris down to lay on his back on the blanket. He felt something wet on his chest, around his nipple and felt the skin tighten under something that hardened against his skin. Then he felt Vin's hands on his arms.
Vin ran his fingers up and down the length of Chris's arms. He slid his hands over the hard biceps and triceps, fingers tracing the outline of the muscles. As Chris shivered under his touch, Vin kissed his shoulder, nibbling on the softer fleshy part where it met his arm. Satisfied with the reaction, Vin moved to tongue the candy- coated nipple. He lapped at it and took it into his mouth. Making short work of it, he moved to the other. Again he teased the nipple with his tongue and mouth. Lying on top of his lover, Vin kissed him, his passion tangible.
Chris could taste butterscotch as Vin kissed him. What was that stuff? Chris wondered as Vin's groin ground against his. Wrapping his lover with his arms, Chris broke the kiss. "Be more fun if you took some of these off."
Vin leaned back and pulled off his flannel shirt. He grabbed another squirt bottle from the Easter basket. "Don't move, need to give this a minute."
Chris could feel wetness along the length of his hard cock and over his balls. He knew what was coming as he could feel the covering stiffen along with his cock.
Vin stood and pulled off his sweats. He had skipped underwear knowing they weren't necessary. Joining Chris back on the blanket, he judged his handiwork ready.
Slowly, with deliberate strokes of his tongue, Vin began to clean the chocolate coating off Chris's member.
Chris grabbed at the blanket; his body squirmed at the contact. Not being able to see Vin, not knowing where or when he'd strike had heightened his excitement. He grabbed a handful of Vin's hair and massaged his fingers into it. A soft moan escaped his lips as Vin's mouth engulfed him.
Vin ran his tongue from tip to base, savoring the mix of flavors -- Chris and Chocolate. He probed the slit in the crown and lapped at the drop of cum. Slowly moving downward, Vin moved to clean Chris's balls. Filling his mouth with them, he sucked them clean.
When Chris moaned again, Vin could feel his own passion growing. Moving back to the hard shaft, Vin took the tip into his mouth and swirled his tongue across the top. Then he plunged his mouth down the length. Slowly at first, then faster, up and down he went with his mouth. When he felt Chris's balls tighten, he added a hand to the base and stroked as he sucked. It wasn't long before Chris erupted crying out his name.
Chris's body tightened, and, arching, as he cried out as he came in a thrashing, tingling wave. Once the shudders slowed and his breathing was under control, he realized that Vin's head was on his abdomen. He stroked the soft hair, "Vin?"
Vin kissed and nibbled on the firm flesh of Chris's washboard abs, "Hmmmm?"
"My turn?" Chris asked, still fingering Vin's hair.
Vin got up and kissed Chris. "What flavor do you want to try, I've got chocolate, butterscotch, and chocolate mint?" Vin asked in between nibbles on his lower lip.
Chris thought for a moment while he savored the flavors of chocolate, Vin and his own essence, "The chocolate mint. Can I take the blindfold off now?"
Vin reached into the basket and pulled out the bottle, "Can you try it with it on?"
"I can try, not sure. You want me to?" Chris asked as he sat up.
Vin joined him on the blanket, nibbling on his throat and collarbone. "Yeah, ya mind?"
Chris rose to his knees, "Well, coat it for me, otherwise I'll get that stuff all over the rug. What is it anyway?"
Vin flipped open the bottle and began to coat his cock with the chocolate liquid. "I'll show ya after we're done. Got to give it a minute to harden."
Chris laughed, "Harden? You or that stuff?"
Vin stifled the laughter with another kiss, pulling away to lay down, "Not me, Cowboy. I'm ready."
Chris used his hands to feel his way down Vin's legs. He stroked and caressed the insides of Vin's thighs. He used his mouth to bite, kiss and tease. Slowly he made his way up to Vin's groin. When his hand found Vin's shaft, he adjusted his body so he could reach it with his mouth. Swirling his tongue across the tip, he tasted chocolate mint. "MMmmmmm--"
Vin arched his back and clutched at the blanket as Chris's mouth engulfed his hardness and the vibration of his sounds of satisfaction sent shivers through him. On his elbows to keep his head high enough to watch he could see Chris, with the blindfold on, using his mouth and tongue to drive him wild. The whole idea almost sent him over the edge. A gasp escaped his lips as Chris blindly nuzzled and tongued his balls.
Feeling how close Vin already was, Chris took him completely into his mouth and began to suck, up and down the length. The chocolate shell melted as his tongue swiped at it. Grabbing the base of Vin's erection he pumped with his hand and mouth until Vin came, sobbing his name.
Chris laid his head down on Vin's lean belly, waiting for his partner to get his breath under control. When the rise and fall of Vin's chest started to even out, Chris slid his body up along Vin's. The feel of Vin's naked body against his own renewed Chris's arousal. He kissed Vin, probing his mouth with his tongue.
Vin savored the kiss, enjoying the sensation of tasting chocolate mint, himself and Chris all at once. He reached his hands into Chris's hair and untied the blindfold. Vin stroked his lover's back, and moved his hip against Chris's renewed hard-on. "Seems to me, you're ready for more, Cowboy,"
"Always." Chris said with a final rub of his body against Vin's before standing and retrieving the purple box from the coffee table. Handing the box to Vin, "Happy Easter, Vin."
Vin opened the box, which held an assortment of chocolate covered pretzels and graham crackers as well as an assortment of egg shaped chocolates. Smiling, he pointed to the basket, "There's jelly beans in there for you, too, Cowboy."
Chris moved the basket so he could read the label on the bottles. "Magic Shell -- it's ice cream topping?"
"Yep -- but thought it'd be more fun on you than ice cream," Vin said as he reached for Chris.
"Let's take this into the bedroom, pard," Chris said as he rose to his feet. "We can clean up in the morning."
"Let's hide this box of candy. I ain't sharing these with Buck and JD! I'll share the store bought stuff, not the hand made. We'll keep this box and the jelly beans for us, ok? " Vin said as he picked up the basket and his box of chocolates.
"Deal," Chris said as he grabbed the blue ribbon before following Vin to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, Chris looked at Vin, hesitating for a moment.
"What?" Vin asked. "Tell me."
Handing Vin the ribbon, Chris said, "Tie my hands, pard."
That wicked grin of Vin's creased his handsome face and he took the ribbon, tugging it between his hands as if testing it. Then in a quick move, he spun Chris around and tied his hands behind his back, as if he was tying a calf in competition time.
Then he pushed Chris back onto the bed, onto his hands and arms. Chris worked himself back to lean against the pillows, watching Vin with careful anticipation.
Taking a moment to reach into the bedside table for a squeeze tube of lotion, Vin climbed on the bed and straddled Chris facing him. Slowly, he coated his shaft with the lube, his eyes locked on Chris as he watched Chris watching him. Deliberately, he stroked himself to full hardness, knowing Chris was watching him hungrily, wanting him. Needing him. When he was finished thoroughly covering his shaft, he added more lube to his hands and ran the fingers of one hand down between Chris's legs, gliding them down between the tense, willing thighs.
Like a small, burrowing animal, his hands found its way under him, and slipped a finger into Chris. Chris sucked his breath in and gasped softly with pleasure. Vin moved his finger in, out and around. Slowly inserting another beside the first, he leaned over Chris and licked at a nipple while he continued the stretching.
Chris moaned slightly as Vin used his mouth to arouse and relax him. He pushed downward onto Vin's fingers to signal he was more than ready, and Vin withdrew while he kissed him again.
Looking deeply into Chris's eyes, Vin inched forward and pulled Chris up onto his knees, nudging his legs wider. Sliding underneath, he settled himself under Chris. He used his sharpshooter skills to determine he was right where he needed to be to hit the target. Slowly, he helped ease Chris down onto his shaft, with a greasy hand on each hip to control Chris's slow impalement.
Chris's eyes burned with desire as he fought Vin's control and pushed down into Vin's erection. As the hard shaft grazed his prostate, Chris threw his head back and arched his body, tightening himself around Vin, going deeper. When he could feel his balls against Vin's body, he leaned over, demanding a kiss.
Vin wrapped his arms around Chris as they kissed. He moved slightly, exciting them both with the barest of movement. Breaking the kiss, Vin used his arms to guide Chris up and down, slowly, then faster. Gently then harder.
A light sheen of sweat covered Vin's face, his breathing an indication of close he was to release. He released Chris's left hip and reach for his straining erection with his still-slick hand. In time with their thrusting, he stroked Chris's cock. Feeling the tightness in his own balls, he increased the speed of his hand. Watching his partner, Vin pulled him down and reached to bite at Chris's throat just as he felt the explosive surge of his release. With a cry, he threw his head back and let it overtake him, every muscle going rigid as he thrust one last time deep into his lover.
Straightening up in spite of his hands behind his back, Chris was intent on watching Vin's face as the intensity of his orgasm took him. Having relinquished control to Vin, he was experiencing a new level of arousal, with every stroke into him like an electrical charge. As soon as Vin's hand had touched his erection, he'd wanted to come and struggled to hold out, wanting it to last. Yet, a few strokes and the feel of Vin's strength as he bucked upward as he came, plunging deeper into Chris's body sent him over the edge. Helpless, Chris fell forward onto Vin's chest, as his own climax overcame him. Vin caught him, folding his arms around him, clutching him tightly as his orgasm tore through him. Vin sank his teeth into the flesh of his neck and Chris cried out more from pleasure than pain as the last of the wave washed over him.
When the spasms ceased and Chris could breath, Vin helped raise Chris up and slid out from underneath him, withdrawing slowly. Both men gasped at the sensations as Vin's cock slid free, then they collapsed back onto the bed. Chris lay weakly, his hands still restrained behind him.
With a still-shaking hand, Vin reached up to push the shaggy blond hair from Chris's sweaty forehead. Vin's hand lingered a moment and a tender smile touched his mouth before he reached behind Chris to the tail of the slip knot he had tied.
As he released Chris's hands. "You all right with this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Being tied…it made it more intense," Chris said as he flexed his wrists, then stretched. "Wonder how the blindfold would have been."
Vin smiled wickedly at him, as if in a promise.
Vin shivered slightly now that they were cooling down. Chris pulled down the comforter so they could crawl under its warmth. Once under the covers, they assumed their usual sleeping positions, spooning comfortably together like two pieces of a puzzle. Chris pulled Vin's body in closer, sharing his warmth.
"Hope it was as good for you," Chris murmured, his lips moving against the skin at the back of Vin's neck.
"Better than dying eggs Cowboy," Vin said drowsily as he snuggled his tightly rounded cheeks up against Chris's flat belly.
Nuzzling Vin's neck, Chris asked, "Hey, Vin. What's the next holiday on your list?"
Vin chuckled softly, "Fourth of July. Saluting the flagpole."
Then, as he faded into sleep, Chris could have sworn Vin mumbled, "Fireworks...."
The end
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