ATF Universe
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. They belong to all those guys that I can't remember their names right now. No money has been made in the sweating over and posting of this fic. Though just a hint here... if y'all would keep 'em busy they wouldn't be over here whispering in MY ear. 'Course that is kinda fun... Never mind... forget I said anything... <WG>
Acknowledgement: This is all Judy's fault again. She said something in a post about Nathan putting his hand on a couple of things to see if they were hot...and me with my twisted mind :-D started thinking....what if... and what if then... Also somebody said somethin' somewhere's about Chris needin' to be hurt a little more since we all take it out on the Texan so much. I know it ain't much but... it's a start <WG>
More Acknowledgements: Thanks to my betas and appreciation for their patience. They did their part very quickly and then kept saying, "OK...where is it? Why haven't you posted?" All I can say is I decided to take Chris' example and get sick. Only problem was... couldn't get Vin to come over and take my temp. <VBG>
Feedback welcomed.
"Ya look like shit, cowboy," said the Texan in a raspy voice."Thanks," said Chris, dryly, moving stiffly over to the counter. As he leaned there, pouring coffee into a mug, Vin looked at him closely. He could feel the waves of heat pouring off the lean body, and the normally crystal green eyes looked hazy and unfocused. Leaning forward, he pressed a gentle kiss to the blond's forehead. The team leader blinked at him, a little surprised. Vin just let his lop-sided smile spread across his face.
"Nathan and I got to talking one night on surveillance," he explained. "He was tellin' me about different ways to tell if someone is runnin' a fever."
"I'm not sick," growled the blond.
"Then ya want ta tell me why you're plannin' on drinkin' my coffee?" Chris looked down and realized he had poured his cup from the pot of sludge the Texan brewed for himself every morning.
"I'm f..." He cut himself off. That wasn't going to work. It was exactly what Vin said when he was the furthest thing from fine. "I needed a little extra caffeine this morning?" He raised his eyes and met blue ones full of concern.
"You're hot..." Vin grinned. "Well... hotter than usual."
"So you decided that I'm running a temperature from using one of Nathan's other methods?" The team leader snorted in disbelief. "And what was that?"
"Lips are kinda sensitive to heat," said Vin. "It's pretty easy ta tell if someone's warmer than they should be when ya touch 'em with your lips. So, I kissed ya on the forehead and took your temperature." Blue eyes gleamed. "But just to be sure, I can use the other method he told me about... the one that's foolproof."
"Oh, what's tha..." Chris gasped, then a soft moan broke from his lips. The sharpshooter had slid his hand inside the low-slung waistband of the sweats that were the only thing the older man was wearing. His cool hand against fever-heated skin caused the gasp. When Vin moved that hand down to his groin it elicited a deep moan. "Y-you're t-taking my temperature??" asked Chris, swaying slightly.
"Uh huh..." said Vin. "Nathan's right... you can tell."
Chris leaned towards him and captured the Texan's lips.
"You planning on taking EMT training?" he asked softly as he released the sweet mouth.
"Not really," responded Vin, "just pickin' up a few tips for takin' good care of people that's important ta me..."
"I appreciate that pard," said Chris and pressed his attack again, hoping to sidetrack the sharpshooter. Vin wrapped his arms around the hot body and pulled him closer, indulging in an extended good morning kiss. When they parted to draw in fresh air, the young man smiled up at him, reached back to pull the phone off its cradle and held it out to the team leader.
"You gonna call him..." asked Vin, "or you want me to?" Chris looked at him with narrowed eyes, but took the phone from his hand. He punched in the numbers... all the while glaring at Vin who winked at him unrepentantly.
"Nathan," he said when the EMT answered. "Vin seems to think I'm running a fever."
"Yes..."
"Yes..."
"No..."
"NO..."
"But..."
"All right," Larabee growled into the phone. Shoving it into Vin's hand, eyes glittering with anger - as much as possible in their unfocused state- he stalked out of the room.
"Nathan?" Vin said into the phone. "Yeah, what do I need to do?"
When Vin entered the bedroom a short while later, his arms full, he heard the shower going in the bathroom. Smiling and humming softly to himself, he moved about the room arranging the things he'd brought up. Sticking his head in the bathroom he called out to the man in the shower.
"Not too hot now, ya hear Nathan said..." A growl echoed from the tiled shower and Vin chuckled.
Chris emerged from the bathroom dressed only in a pair of jogging shorts.
"Lay down," instructed the sharpshooter gesturing to the towel covered bed. The blankets lay in a pile on the floor. Chris eyed him grumpily.
"Relax," the Texan chuckled. "I'm just tryin' to make ya feel a little better."
"You can check my temperature again," the blond responded, grinning. The younger man laughed and winked.
"I will if'n yer good and do what I say." He patted the bed. "Face down..." The team leader moved towards the bed. "Ooops, almost forgot..." said Vin, and held out a couple of pills and a glass to the older man. "Nathan said this'd help some..." Chris eyed the rock hard determination in the blue eyes and took the pills. He sipped the apple juice the Texan had given him, surprised at how good it tasted. With the nausea he'd been fighting since he opened his eyes earlier, he really hadn't expected anything to go down easily. Setting the glass down on the nightstand, he noticed the tray there with a carafe of ice water, another glass and some crackers. His lips quirked in a smile. It seemed Tanner was intent on taking care of him. May as well relax and enjoy the ride.
Chris groaned as he eased his aching body down onto the center of the mattress. Vin knelt beside him on the bed. He reached for the bottle of oil he'd placed on the nightstand and poured a generous amount into his hand. Rubbing his hands together until they were evenly coated, he bent over his lover's body and began at the base of his skull, finding the tense muscles there and slowly working them until they relaxed. A sigh of relief passed his partner's lips.
Vin moved slowly down to Chris' shoulders and out, to the accompaniment of occasional groans as he worked on particularly tender areas. Leisurely, he moved down his back, not leaving an area until all the knots and tension were completely gone. Returning to the bottle as often as necessary for more oil, he massaged all of Chris' shoulders, back and sides. When he reached his waist, Vin moved to the end of the bed and began on his right foot.
That elicited deeper moans. The sharpshooter moved up the calf muscles to the thighs, digging in deeply to ease the tightness and aches. Coming to a halt at the top of his leg, he shifted to the other side of the bed and began on his other foot. As he reached the upper thigh on his left side, he could see Chris' hips beginning to move slightly and smiled. Looking up the lean body, he could see the green eyes were barely open and his lover's breathing was deep and even.
"The good news," Vin said, as he worked Larabee's body with skilled fingers, "is that Nathan says ya probably just got a virus. And you should be mostly over it in about twenty-four hours.... if ya do like he says and rest."
"Yeah, he threatened me if I came in and gave it to everyone else." The younger man chuckled.
"So, rest and lots of fluids..." A muffled curse. "Easy there, cowboy. I'm gonna take good care of ya..."
"But you have to go in..."
"Nope," said the Texan, "I been banned too." He grinned. "Nathan figures I've been exposed..." Vin saw the green eyes flicker at the words and a slow smile spread over the lush lips.
"Suppose I did 'expose' you some last night," said Chris softly, then moaned as Vin worked out a particularly tight knot.
"Unh hunh," agreed Vin, his faded blue jeans suddenly feeling tight as he remembered.
Tanner moved back up to Chris' waist, now straddling his thighs. He lingeringly worked on the team leader's lower back sliding the shorts down just ahead of his hands. Now, the blond's breathing shortened and the hips lifted into the pressure of his lover's talented fingers. Chris gave a long, low moan.
"Those fingers of yours should be registered as a lethal weapon," he said to the sharpshooter.
"They are..." rasped the young man, leaning over to breathe in his partner's ear, "where it counts."
Chris felt a warm tongue circle the rim of his ear, then soft lips nipped at the lobe. He gasped, his cock hardening to press tightly against the bed. Shifting his hips, he tried to ease the discomfort. Vin moved off him and he almost cried out to come back... to press that welcome weight all along him.
"Roll over," said Vin in a soft voice. With a wicked grin, Chris did. "Got a little problem there, do we?" chuckled the Texan as the blond rolled over to reveal his rampant erection, complete with a wet spot on the shorts. Larabee growled at him, green eyes glittering. Vin looked up, corners of his mouth lifted in a slight smile. The sharpshooter moved up the bed till he knelt by his lover's torso. Oiling his long slender fingers again, he raised them to Chris' forehead, massaging the tension from the beloved face with gentle strokes. The team leader's eyes drifted closed as loving fingers eased the headache he had woken with this morning.
Tanner moved down the slender neck to the broad shoulders. Next he worked one long arm, massaging the aching muscles till they were totally relaxed. He moved to the other side. Chris watched him through slitted eyes, his erection not quite as stiff but still evident. Vin used gentle strokes and the palms of his hands to smooth the tension from the firm chest. He couldn't quite resist making a few extra passes over the nipples, which obligingly stood up and took notice of the attention. A low moan rumbled the chest beneath his hands.
Vin inched down to the dip of Chris' navel, occasionally making trips back up to the tempting nubbins. The team leader arched into his hands, a whimper escaping him, then relaxed into his lover's touch. When the sharpshooter finally reached just below his waist, then immediately shifted on the mattress to move back down to his feet, Chris lifted his head, green eyes flaring to life again.
"Shit, Tanner!" he groused. Vin just gave him a slow lop-sided smile that promised much and he subsided once again. The Texan rubbed strong thumbs into the soles of his feet, dug steely fingers into his calves and stroked firmly up his thighs, leaving nothing remaining of the tight muscles and achy limbs he'd suffered when he drug himself out of bed this morning. Chris let himself sink into a comfortable haze as Vin's hands stroked away all his pain, loving him at the same time.
He considered once again just how fortunate he was to have connected with the young man. A man who, in spite of a lonely childhood and what surely must have been struggling teen-age years and young adulthood, still always found only generosity in his heart. Both for those he deeply cared about and those less blessed than he considered himself to be. Chris realized that he shouldn't have been surprised Vin would find a way to care for him, to minimize the discomforts he was struggling with. The team leader didn't get ill often, but hated it when he did. Hated the feeling of weakness as well as not being totally in control of his body. This was the first time since they'd become lovers that he'd been sick and he found himself not quite as unhappy about it as usual.
The Texan wasn't one to intrude or push himself forward but instead simply offered all he had to give, from a grateful heart, a bountiful harvest indeed. The warmth and gentle strength of the hands that soothed away his aches, touched the blond's heart until he felt tears sting his eyelids. Chris reached out with his soul, as he always did when they made love, seeking for his mate, the other half of his heart. They had always connected when they sought each other's bodies, striving to express the deep feelings that overwhelmed them both at times. But he'd never tried when they weren't caught up in the passion driven mating they indulged in.
Larabee should have known, should have realized that they could find each other even when they weren't actively involved in sex. Vin's heart touched his and their souls entwined with a soft sigh. It was shelter from the storm... home, rest, warmth, safety... love. All the things they both needed as a respite from the dangerous job they pursued every day. Chris opened his eyes a slit and met blue ones blazing down at him, an expression of love and heart's ease in them. While Vin's hands continued to ply the lean body, their eyes spoke what hearts needed to hear into the deep silence.
"Feel better, cowboy?" asked Vin with a grin as he eased back from his massage at the top of the muscular thighs. The blond's eyes narrowed.
"Mmmhmmm," he said. "That was really nice, pard. All except for one spot you missed."
"Oh? And just what spot was that?" Chris grinned and reaching out, captured one of Vin's hands, pressing a kiss in the palm.
"And here I thought you could read me like an open book." He trailed his tongue up the little finger then swirled it around the tip. "Guess I'll just have to give you a hint then." His mouth closed over the finger and slid down. Vin's breathing escalated and his eyelids drooped, eyes glazing in passion, desire flooding his body. Chris watched as Vin gave an uncomfortable wiggle. He could see the sharpshooter's jeans stretched tight over the bulge at his crotch.
"OH!" said the Texan in his raspy voice. "That spot. Thought ya were talkin' about someplace I missed accidental." His eyes twinkled. Chris glared. "I mean... Nathan says yer supposed to rest..."
"And you think this..." Chris gestured towards his erection, which had managed to escape from the shorts and was waving like a flag in a breeze, "is resting."
"Ya got a point there, cowboy," said Vin, with a slow smile. "Seems it didn't appreciate my efforts to relax ya." Chris' eyes twinkled.
"Oh, it appreciated them all right..." he replied, "just in a different way from the rest of me."
"Weeellll," said the Texan tilting his head and considering the organ that seemed to be beckoning him, "suppose I could try and help ya out a bit there." His blue eyes came up to lock with green. "Long's ya promise me not ta move."
"N-not to m-move," Chris spluttered.
"Unh hunh," said Vin, solemnly, though the eyes were twinkling with humour. "Nathan said you were s'posed to REST. And I sure don't want him on my ass fer not makin' sure ya do. He might not let me take care of ya next time if I don't do a good job." Chris considered.
"All right," he said, "I promise." Vin grinned happily. Reaching out, he tugged down on Larabee's shorts. Chris obligingly lifted his hips and the younger man slid them all the way down and off. The blond reached out to unbutton Vin's shirt and found his fingers clasped in an iron grip.
"Breakin' yer promise already?" he asked. The team leader relaxed his hand.
"All right then," Chris said, eyes hazy green with desire. He slid his tongue out to swipe across his lower lip and saw Vin's breath hitch in his throat. A low, throaty growl came from his sharpshooter. "Then you gotta do it... come on now..." He indicated the young man's clothing. "If I can't move at least I can enjoy the view..." The blond gave him a slow smile that made the sharpshooter's cock throb hard against the restraints of his jeans.
Vin took a deep breath and eased off the bed. Eyes locked with Chris', his hands came up to slowly unbutton his shirt. It gapped open, giving the older man an enticing view of firm chest and rippling abdominals. He found his breath catching in his chest now. Tanner pulled the tails free from his soft, faded blue jeans. With a shrug he flipped the shirt off his shoulders letting it drop to catch on the crook of his elbows.
Vin slowly let his lips curve in a seductive smile. His hands now went to the snap of his jeans and with a single flick of his finger popped it loose. The overfilled jeans spread open at the release and the Texan's swollen cock appeared, the flared head shiny with liquid. Vin's tongue snaked out to lick his lips and Chris almost shot off the bed. He grasped the sheets tightly in both fists to hold himself steady. His breath came in pants as he took in the erotic sight before him, storing it safely away in his memories. The team leader watched, eyes slitted in desire and chest heaving as the sharpshooter hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pushed the jeans down, wriggling his hips in an erotic dance to free them from the fabric.
"Oh God, Vin," gasped Chris. "Get your ass over here, so I can touch you... and if you tell me I can't do that, I'll shoot ya right here and now... and put both of us out of our misery." Vin smiled as his clothing hit the floor.
"I ain't," he whispered, as he came forward to kneel on the bed again, "coz I don't think I could stand it if you didn't..." Gently, he laid his body over the lean one stretched out before him, bringing their mouths together in a sizzling tangle of heat and moisture. Chris brought his hands up to stroke slowly down the Texan's back, tracing the sharp curve low in his spine tenderly. He reveled in the feel of the strong body against his. The team leader's grasp settled on the cheeks of Vin's ass to pull his lover tightly against him. The younger man moaned into his mouth.
Tanner pulled away, his eyes deep blue with emotion. He made his leisurely way down Chris' body with his mouth, making several brief stops along the way. Tonguing the nipples, swiping down the valley in the center of his chest, nibbling around the edge of his navel. The blond moaned and shifted.
"Now, Larabee," said Vin, "'member what ya promised... or else I'm gonna get up and leave..." Chris growled in frustration.
"Then hurry the hell up, pard," he said, "I'm hurting here..."
Vin looked up from his position right over Chris' groin and grinned.
"I did say that if'n ya were good, I'd take yer temperature again." His tongue darted out to lick at the drop of moisture that had collected on the purpled head. The blond gasped. Vin nuzzled into the crease of his lover's hip, then lifted his face slightly, blowing softly across the curls there to send shudders up Larabee's spine. He cried out low and urgent.
"Vin!"
"Hmmm," said the sharpshooter pressing his lips deeply into Chris' groin, "think I discovered somethin' here. Kinda combination of Nathan's two methods..." He raised his eyes to meet green ones. "Suppose I oughta tell him about it..." The blue eyes crinkled in laughter. "Reckon it'll catch on?" The team leader just gaped at him, trying to remember how to breathe, trying to make his brain function enough to engage his voice. He gave it up as hopeless with Tanner's mouth where it was right now.
"Pleeeassse," he begged. Vin didn't have to be asked twice. He knew he didn't need to draw this out with his lover feeling so badly. Chris' body bucked uncontrollably as the sharpshooter swirled his tongue around the head of his cock, then nibbled his way down the throbbing vein on the underside. His hands had already found the balls and were stroking the sac lightly. The blond's hands came up to tunnel in the long soft curls of his lover as Vin engulfed his cock in wet heat.
Long deep moans came from his chest as he tried to keep his hips from thrusting into that sweetness. The younger man stroked slowly up and down several times then paused to nibble at the point where the shaft and head met. Working his way from front to back, he settled in to lave and suckle that most sensitive spot on the underside. The team leader lost control, his hips jerking convulsively. Tanner put one hand on his hip to hold him steady and Chris subsided. His chest was heaving as he struggled to draw in enough air.
Chris felt heat enclosing him, warmth that wrapped around his soul, buoying him up and totally washing away the last of the pain in his body. He let his own heart entwine about that of his soul-mate. Slow, sensuous motion that mirrored their bodies' movement. A deep moan floated up from the depths of his lungs. The blond heard... and felt... the twin of it from Vin. It vibrated around his swollen, engorged cock, spreading like ripples in water through his entire body. His back arched in abandon as he sunk into love, completion, soul-deep passion.
The younger man worked intently on giving Chris all the pleasure he could muster with tongue, lips and hands. He stroked and sucked, pressed and licked. The body beneath him was moving minutely in their own rhythm, the breath harsh and rapid, in perfect tempo with his own. The sharpshooter knew that if he lifted his hand and placed it over Larabee's heart he would feel that fluttering beat echo the throbbing pulse he heard in his ears, his own heartbeat. Concentrating, centering himself on the moment and bringing ecstasy to the man he loved with all his hungry soul, he slowly increased the pace. Chris moaned and Vin felt the same moan rising to his lips, out to touch the body he stroked to sweet oblivion. The blond's back arched and the younger man felt a wave of passion and heat flow back to him and down to settle in his aching groin.
Vin could feel Chris' heart and soul moving together with his...wrapping around him. It was like when their fingers entwined or their bodies, arms and legs twisting and encircling one another in that pleasant banked embers glow after loving. They touched and connected on so many points that it felt like melting together. He wondered if they would ever be able to figure out again what was whose... then realized he didn't want to... he wanted to have Chris around him and in him all the time... all the rest of his life... and after.
The rising tension in Larabee's body pulled Vin's thoughts back to the task at hand. 'Or... in hand...' He fought not to smile as his perverse sense of humour reared its ugly head once again. But then Chris rather liked that about him. Tanner caressed the velvety ballsac a little more firmly. He could sense his lover's body drawing towards climax with a headlong rush and slid his hand further back to press the sweet spot behind his balls. Vin opened his mouth and engulfed the slick head. Tightening his lips around the shaft he slid slowly down, sucking strongly. Giving the final push to his lover, he hummed a low, thrumming note. Chris cried out, body exploding in heady consuming orgasm.
Vin felt the spasms flash through the lean body he cherished then strike his own flesh by way of their connection, both body and soul. His back arched as his lover's cock jetted deep into his throat. Swallowing the salty fluid, his own body tipped over the edge in sweet surrender. He continued to stroke and lave Chris' shaft until it had no more left to give him. Slowly, with a soft moan, he let it slide from his mouth, not wanting to lose the touch... the connection yet.
Vin laid his face on Chris' thigh, rubbing his cheek against the firm muscle there covered by smooth skin and soft sparse hair. His legs shook and his body collapsed against the sheets unable to hold him up any longer. The team leader's hands were still twined in his hair and after a moment he felt a gentle tug. Gathering the last of his strength, he lifted himself and moved up beside Chris. Leaning over the man, he lowered his lips to the tempting one below him. Larabee exhaled slowly into his partner's lush mouth. Vin took in his lover's warm breath with a deep inhale... as though he'd been given a priceless gift. Their lips clung, sharing warmth and taste. Chris could feel Vin's body trembling against him. His own was beyond movement or strength as well. Not wanting it, but knowing he must, he broke the kiss.
"You've got a hell of a health plan there, pard," he whispered, looking up into blue eyes through the barely opened slits of his own.
"Think ya'd like to subscribe?" asked the younger man, eyes twinkling.
"Yeah," sighed Chris, "sign me on."
"You'll be the only member..." promised Vin.
"Good," said the blond, "'coz I don't share too well..." He grinned.
Chris started to roll to his side but Vin stopped him.
"I said no moving, didn't I?"
"Ya ain't got much bargaining power now, Tanner," growled Larabee, leering up at him. Vin chuckled.
"Just don't want ya undoin' all my hard work," he replied.
"Vin," said Chris earnestly, his hand sliding down the slender chest, stroking softly, "you..." The Texan interrupted him.
"Don't worry about me..."
"But..." Chris' hand had reached his groin by now and he stopped mid-sentence, his hand discovering the dampness there.
"See what ya do to me, cowboy," said Vin in a husky seductive voice. Chris smiled.
"Same as you do to me," he said. The Texan leaned in to exchange a soft, lingering kiss once more.
"Think ya can rest now?" he asked when they parted again.
"Don't think I could do anything else," responded Chris.
"Hurtin' anywhere else?"
"Not hurtin' anywhere at all," replied Chris, blinking as he realized his aches and pain had been totally replaced with a warm feeling of lassitude as well as a full heart and soul. All skillfully brought about by a slender blue-eyed man with a sexy body, a seductive voice and a heart that never stopped giving.
"Then I done what I set out to," said Vin, looking into green eyes that told him how much his partner loved the magic he'd performed on his body and soul. The Texan tenderly cleaned his lover with a warm washcloth he'd stowed by the bed. Chris took it out of his hand to return the favor. After allowing that one small exception to his rule, Vin insisted on helping him roll over to his side so he could spoon his body behind the blond. Wrapping his arms around Chris, he twitched a sheet over them and nuzzled his face at the back of the team leader's neck. Chris mumbled softly, already half asleep.
"Mmmmm?" murmured Vin, not really expecting an answer and swiftly descending into sleep himself.
"Love you, Vin," said Chris, stirring himself enough to repeat his words. "Feel good... thanks par...." The last of the word was claimed by slumber, deep and healing.
"Love you, Chris," whispered Vin in the ear near his lips. "Always..." And oblivion claimed him as well.
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Vin opened the door to Nathan's knock.
"How's he feelin'?" asked the EMT.
"He's still sleepin'," said the sharpshooter, grinning at Jackson. "Been in bed purty near all day."
"A-all day!" said the other man. "How in hell did you manage that?" The Texan just smiled mysteriously.
"Got m' ways," he said, "of persuadin' him to stay put."
"You didn't handcuff him to the bed, did you?" accused Nathan.
"NO, 'course not," said the younger man, obviously irritated that Nathan would think he would stoop so low. Although, come to think of it, the idea had some interesting possibilities. But, definitely not when Chris was feeling so bad. "Come on, you can see for yourself," he said and led the way upstairs.
They entered the bedroom quietly. Chris was sprawled on the bed eyes closed, though he stirred slightly when they approached the bed. His hand slipped out from under the sheets, reaching.
"Vin," he said, in a sleep muffled voice.
"Yeah," said the younger man, sitting on the edge of the bed and laying his hand over the blond's. "Sleep good?"
"Mmmmhmmm," murmured Larabee, "was soo...."
"Nathan's here to check on ya," interrupted Vin, not quite sure what Chris was going to say in his still half-asleep state. Green eyes opened a crack.
"Well, Chris," said Nathan after his examination, "looks like that day of restin' did you a lot of good. I'd say you should be ready to come back to work tomorrow." He grinned. "Vin must have done some job nursin' you. He seems to have a natural knack for it. Maybe I ought to have him take some training so he can back me up when y'all get hurt or sick. I don't know what all he did... but sure would be great if he'd do the same for the others when they get cantankerous and sick."
"NO!" said Larabee emphatically, eyes glittering. Vin chuckled.
"Sorry, Nathan," he said, eyes twinkling as he winked at Chris. "Guess my nursin' skills are just gonna have to stay exclusive."
"Oh, well," said the EMT, sighing, "it was worth a try anyway." He smiled at the younger man and Vin realized he'd been jerking Chris' chain. "Well, I'll be heading on out. Just wanted to check in and see how you were doin'."
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Chris placed a kiss on the sharpshooter's forehead.
"Hmmmm," he said speculatively. Smiling, he slid his hand inside the boxers and down to Vin's groin. The younger man groaned and arched his hips into the touch. "Well, pard," said Chris, "looks like you really did get exposed..."
"Huh," said the Texan, opening blurry blue eyes, then wincing as the light from the window stabbed into his aching head. He moaned, reaching up to grab his head, which felt like somebody was using it for a firing range. "You mean," said Vin, finally registering what he'd said through the pounding going on between his ears.
"Yep," said Chris, "I'd say you're running a pretty good temperature there..."
"Ohhhh noooo," groaned Vin. "I ain't sick... I'm f..."
"Don't worry, cowboy," whispered Chris softly in his ear. "I'm gonna take real good care of you..." Vin froze. "Just like you did me..."
Slowly, his crooked grin appeared. 'Hmmm,' he thought, 'now talk about your possibilities.' Much as he hated being sick or confined to bed, he might just enjoy this... well, just a little bit anyway. He slowly rolled over to look into Chris' green eyes, which were smiling warmly down at him.
"Ya gonna take my temperature?" he rasped softly, smiling back into his lover's eyes with fever heat.
Fini
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