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Comments: So, I wrote this quickly. I broke one of Kim's rules so consider this my payment for doing so...hope you all like it. Thanks for the beta duty,--which it needed, most definitely :-) -- to Oracle and Diana. You're suggestions (used 'em!!) and corrections (fixed 'em) gratefully welcomed.
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In an instant, the thunder of gunfire that roared through the streets of the town stopped, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. As the smoke rose and dust settled, a darkly-clad figure stood in the middle of what moments before had been a raging battle and surveyed the several bodies lying at awkward angles strewn about in the dirt. He counted quickly and, satisfied none were missing, strode to the front of the boardwalk where numerous pale faces peered anxiously out glass windows."Tanner!" he yelled, his eyes directed up to the roofline above him. Several of the other seven peacekeepers stood up from behind their cover positions to join their leader as he looked skyward. He turned as his men approached.
"Josiah, Ezra, collect this trash and take those that need it to the undertakers," Chris said, nodding to the two men as he waved towards the strewn bodies. "Nathan, make sure any wounded get your assistance, then throw 'em in jail. JD? Go check on the townfolks, some may have gotten hurt, and assure the others everything's under control, let 'em know it's safe to come on out. Buck, you help him. I'm sure these people 're scared shitless right 'bout now."
The men drifted off to complete their respective duties, not wanting to question Chris Larabee when he sported the dark scowl that now pinched his usually handsome features. He glanced at them as they parted then again turned his attention skyward.
"Tanner," he repeated, tensing somewhat at the lack of response. He stepped back to gain better view of the building's roof and was about to call out once more when a worn hat above a shadowed face made an appearance.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice tight.
Vin nodded slightly, recognizing the clipped words as a hint of the wrath that awaited him once he climbed down from his perch. He waved his hat in response that all was fine and squatted down on his haunches to try and catch his breath before he alit. His adrenaline was still surging and he was afraid if he faced the ire that was Chris, he'd do or say that which he would surely regret later.
He knew the gunslinger was seething, knew he was the reason and wanted to rein in his own raging emotions before the inevitable confrontation. The racing beat of his heart was loud in his ears, and he willed himself calm as he sat silently on the roof. After a few moments, he stood, still feeling almost intoxicated from the gunfight, yet assuring himself he was now in complete control. He turned to make the climb down to the ground and stopped abruptly when a figure in black stepped onto the roof, facing him in blatant fury.
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The month had been hot and steamy. What little rain had fallen was too sparse and too many days between falling. Fighting, bickering and brawling had become daily occurences. The townsfolk turned their heat-induced a frustrations into flaring tempers, that they then unloaded on neighbors. The seven men who maintained some semblance of law and order in the town were kept busy, constantly trying to pacify and ease agitated residents. It had been a trying three weeks with this day becoming the culmination of all things hot and miserable.
The early morning started out as hot as any could remember. Visible waves of heated air rose from the ground, creating bands of shimmering mirages off in the distance. The air was still and thick, stifling in its oppressiveness, making even breathing almost too taxing an activity.
Vin Tanner dismounted from his horse and made his way over to the crock of water sitting under the shade of a tree outside the small shack. Wiping his forehead, he surveyed the land around him, the dense woods to one side, open field to another, then tiredly pushed back his hat with a sigh. He dipped the ladle into the water and pulled up a small amount of sweet liquid, drinking it slowly and gratefully. Movement at the door caused him to turn swiftly, and he watched as the half-naked figure of Chris Larabee leaned against a porch rail.
"Water?" he asked, holding up the ladle.
Chris stared at the young man offering him the cool liquid. He slipped off the porch and came to stand next to him, taking the ladle and draining its contents in one swallow as his eyes maintained a lock on those that faced him.
"Gonna be a hot one 'gain," Vin said softly, breaking the stare as he became fascinated with a bead of sweat that trickled a slow course down the other man's body. He watched, transfixed, as it trailed down the muscular chest and abdomen, only to be stopped at the waist of snug black pants, the only item of clothing the man was wearing.
"You're late," Chris said as he stepped closer to the younger man, his gaze never leaving the tanned face before him. He watched as Vin's eyes shifted to look into his again, and he marveled at the blueness of them. Buck once likened the color of Vin's irises to the sky, but Chris had a memory of the ocean and its ever-changing hues and knew what he saw in those wide eyes was more akin to its blue depths. Sometimes deep and dark indigo while stormy, other times lighter cerulean as calmer winds blew. And currently, those eyes staring into his held a sparkle like the brightest of sunlight. There was a heat there, and Chris knew it had nothing to do with the unbearable weather.
Vin smiled slightly, the corner of one side of his mouth rising as his body curved comfortably into its familiar lean. He stared back into those cool green eyes and let his mouth take on a full grin.
"Am I?" he asked.
"Y' can never do exactly what I ask, can you?" Chris asked, again stepping forward, closer, forcing Vin to slide backwards.
"I'm here, ain't I?" Vin said, his grin widening as he backed up a step. And another. His grin reached into his eyes as he realized Chris was stalking him.
"That ain't an answer."
"Well, I don't got me a watch." There, he thought, that ought to get Larabee good and riled now. He enjoyed playing this game, enjoyed rankling the man, although he knew it didn't always bode all that well for him when he did, but it was just somehow too fun not to play when he had opportunity. Of course, with Chris, it had to be done just so, with finesse as Ezra would say; there was no fun poking a grizzly if it was just going to kill you on the first go 'round. He found himself taking another retreating step.
Chris slowly advanced again, his eyes fixed on Vin like cornered prey. He grinned and Vin felt his groin seize in a wave of desire that left him, for a brief moment, almost paralyzed. 'Shit,' he thought, 'if he does that thing with his lips that he does, I'll end up coming right here.' He watched, mesmerized, as Chris again stepped closer, and he, in turn, retreated another step. He held the intense green gaze of the advancing man and realized he'd been maneuvered into a partial circle, the shack now standing behind him. His eyes locked onto those before him, and he again backed up until he could go no further, the rough wood of the porch post hard against his shoulder.
"You know, Vin," Chris said, then pursed his lips as he bent forward, "there are reasons I ask you to do the things I do." He smiled and leaned closer to Vin, his mouth only inches from the waiting tracker's.
"I...I'm sure there are," Vin replied, his legs suddenly weakening beneath him as he watched Chris's bottom lip crease into a pucker. He felt dizzy as the blood seemed to rapidly drain from his head to rush straight to his groin, creating an increasingly uncomfortable tightness in his pants. He squirmed slightly as he watched that delicious pursed mouth advancing towards him, and he could all but feel the firm lips press hotly onto his own.
"An' there 're reasons I ask y' t' listen to me and be here at a certain time," Chris whispered, his grin broadening.
Vin could feel Chris's warm breath tickling his lips and he swallowed thickly as he was overwhelmed with a wave of intense desire. He fisted his hands and stood firm, letting the closeness of the man before him ignite all his senses. He looked up into those green eyes so close and held his own breath as he saw the fire sparkling within them. Closing his eyes, he remained still, eagerly anticipating the next play of the game, waiting for the hands about to touch his tingling flesh. And then a breeze crossed his sweat-dampened skin, and he opened his eyes wide to see Chris no longer standing before him, but heading through the door to his shack.
"Hey," he called to the departing figure. This wasn't part of the game. He was supposed to rile Chris to the point he'd ravage him on the spot, not walk away. Shit.
Chris's head stuck back out the door, a wide grin plastered on his face. "Vin?" he asked, his eyes flashing. Even from the distance Vin could see the amusement that radiated from them.
"Uhh-" Vin mumbled, standing with his eyes questioning. What the hell?
"Yeah, well, told you t' be here an hour ago. You're late and now I ain't got the time. Gotta get movin'...told Buck I'd relieve him at the jail, got too many brawlers locked up t' leave 'em alone for too long. An' I...unlike someone I know...ain't gonna be late in arrivin' to where I'm supposed to be."
"I ain't that late," Vin said, standing and staring at the man who stood grinning at him, mouth split with devilish humor. Goddamn Larabee. Goddamn heat. Goddamn fuckin' tight pants. He grumbled to himself as he made his way over to his horse. "I's on patrol early," he yelled out, "too hot t' be hurryin'...hell, you wasn't even up when I got here anyways."
Chris's grin slid wider. "Oh, I was up alright, just hadn't gotten out of bed yet, kept waitin' on you t' come help me. But that's okay, Tanner, I gave myself a hand." He chuckled softly as he went inside.
"Ain't that funny, Cowboy," Vin called out after the disappearing form. He made his way back to his horse, unhappily mounting up onto the hot saddle. "Ain't funny 't'all." Goddamn Larabee.
Vin stood still and watched the advance of the man who now joined him on the roof. He tucked a thumb into his gunbelt, adjusted his hat and waited for the explosion to happen. Chris was riled and this definitely was not part of the game.
"Is there some other language I can use that you might understand better?" Chris's words hissed out from him as he approached the leaning figure. "I mean, maybe if I spoke in Spanish or one o'them Indian languages."
"Naw, yer yellin' right fine as it is," Vin hissed back, his voice low.
"Then, maybe it's them ears of yours, maybe I need t' get Nathan up here and let him check 'em out for you, seein's how they're not working all too well lately."
"Ain't nothin' wrong with m' hearin'," Vin growled.
"Oh, I don't know 'bout that, Vin, I'd say there was lots wrong with your hearin'. Y' never seem t' be listenin' to me when I ask ya t'do something an' I know y' don't listen when I tell you, y' just go along with whatever I say, noddin' yer head, then do what the fuck you damn well please anyway. So I figure it must be your ears is the problem, cause lately you ain't hearin' nothin'. An' I know there sure as hell was a problem a moment ago, or do you just not understand what 'get the fuck down' means?"
"He was gonna shoot you," Vin cut-in, becoming increasingly more annoyed himself, he could still picture the gun pointed at Chris's head.
Chris's eyes hardened and he leaned forward. "No, he almost shot you."
"Not almost," Vin mumbled as he broke his gaze from the green eyes boring into his. He'd felt the initial burn of the bullet that seared his flesh, but at the moment it had settled into a tolerable throb, and certainly not worth mentioning in the face of the current situation.
"What was that?"
"Nothing," he muttered, "I did what I did an' it kept him from killin' you. What th' hell you so all fired mad 'bout?"
"You broke your cover! You fuckin' stood up and yelled, for Christ's sake! I mean, shit, Vin, even JD ain't that fuckin' dumb...what the hell's got into you? The heat meltin' your brain?" Chris was glaring straight at Vin but the tracker wouldn't lift his head. Just stared at the rooftop as his voice dropped to where Chris could barely hear him speaking.
"He was pullin' the trigger, I saw him. If I hadn'ta distracted him, you'd be on your way t'the undertakers same as them," Vin rasped, pointing below to the dead and wounded being carted away by the other men.
"Vin," Chris continued, "you coulda wound up dead shoutin' that way, drawin' everyone's fire an' you know it. Didn't you hear me yellin' for you t' get the fuck down? I saw the guy, I knew where he was, I had it covered. I also saw the one right behind him aimin' t' blow your fuckin' head off when you decided to stand up and wave to all the world." His mind flashed back on the sight of the man taking perfect aim at the tracker, who stood, breaking cover and attracting fire as all hell blazed around him. Closing his eyes briefly, he inhaled and exhaled slowly.
Vin looked at Chris and sighed, his adrenaline slowing. How could he explain that in those few desperate seconds, all he could see was the one man who had Chris dead in his sights, and all he had done was react to eliminate that threat. He'd stood up, hoping to draw attention away from Chris long enough for Chris to gain the advantage and for one of them to be able to take the guy out. He'd never even noticed another shooter behind the first until the bullet hit him. Chris's voice had shouted to get down again, but he'd taken no heed, only one thing at that moment had mattered - saving Chris.
"Guess y' think I owe ya then?" he said, realizing Chris had taken out a gunman he'd not even seen.
"Yep. An' I imagine there're ways you can pay," Chris grinned slightly, feeling the edge to his anger dissipate as he looked into those round blue eyes.
"Yeah? Pay how? I got a good imagination..." Vin grinned slightly, definitely liking the turn in the conversation, ready to start up the game once again. He looked into those flashing green eyes and stood in anticipation as the man advanced, knowing how well hidden they would be from anyone who happened below.
Chris slid toward him, his own desire climbing as he sensed the building need emanating from the tracker. He leaned down, his lips barely brushing near those waiting for him, and snaked his arm under the ever-present hide jacket, searching for the feel of bare skin under coat and shirt.
Vin stilled as the handsome face neared, his eyes closing as he longed for the sweet taste of that familiar tongue to finally, finally enter his waiting mouth. Suddenly, the breeze from the morning was back and his eyes shot open as the body in his arms pulled away.
"Jesus, Vin, you're sweatin' like a pig under this coat. My hand's soakin'," Chris said as he pulled back some, feeling his fingers become slick under the leather. "How the hell you can stand wearin' that thing in this heat is beyond me. It's a wonder you ain't just melted away t' nothin'."
Vin rolled his eyes. "Look who's talkin', ain't 'xactly a crisp breeze blowin ' here, Larabee, case y' ain't noticed. You an' all them black clothes, makes me break out in a sweat just lookin' at ya. Sure would do me good t' see y' shuck some of 'em."
"Shit, Tanner, this ain't sweat, is it? It's blood."
"Nah, sweat." Shit, Vin thought, forgot 'bout that.
"Blood."
"Sweat," Vin corrected, hoping to end the conversation. "Now where were we?"
"We, are trying to figure out just what the hell's goin' on here," Chris frowned, pulling his hand away. His fingers were bright red and he thrust them at Vin. "Care to explain?"
"Well shit, that is blood," Vin said, raising his eyebrows as he looked at the stained fingers that were wiggling in his face.
"Take off that damn coat," Chris ordered as he began to peel it off the tracker. Vin sighed and shrugged out of it, letting it drop at his feet in a dusty heap. The left side of his shirt was soaked with fresh blood.
"Damn," he said, "an' this is one a my only shirts left ain't got a tear in it." He pulled at his shirt, twisting it around and fingered the rip that now marred the fabric.
Chris stared at the young man. "Y' got blood runnin' out a hole in your body an' you're worried 'bout your shirt? Y' oughta be more worried 'bout what Nathan and I 're gonna do to you for almost gettin' yourself killed after pullin' that idiotic stunt you did."
Vin looked up from his shirt examination. "It ain't nothin', y'know, just a scratch. I'll be tendin' to it m'self, no need t' get Nathan all worked up. I've had worse cuts shavin'." He winced as he lightly fingered over the graze.
"When do you ever shave?"
"Bet you think that's funny, huh? Hell, that's twice t'day. What 're y' doin', Larabee, takin' lessons from Ezra?"
Chris pointed to the edge of the roof. "Down, now. Let's go." Vin picked up his coat and slowly trudged over to the side. As he started his descent, he turned to Chris still standing on the roof. "When all this is over, we are gonna pick up where we keep leavin' off, ain't we?"
Chris frowned and pointed to the ground. "Down. And let's just worry 'bout fillin' one hole at a time, for now?"
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Nathan's clinic was a flurry of activity. Several men lay groaning on makeshift pallets on the floor while two others occupied the bed in the middle of the room. Nathan and Josiah were tending to the wounded as Chris and Vin entered.
Nathan looked up and frowned at Vin. "Don't tell me...y'got y'self hurt when y' decided t' stand up in th' middle of a gunfight an' cheer on the good guys."
"Ain't funny, Nathan. Shit, ever'body think's they's all funny. Y'all been givin' each other lessons while I's on patrol this morning? Maybe you both could start an act," Vin huffed, gingerly sliding down the wall by the door to end up seated on the floor. He winced as Nathan pulled open his shirt to examine the wound. Nathan pushed him all the way supine and turned to get his supplies.
"You are lucky y' just came away with a graze there, Vin," Josiah commented, eyeing the freshly torn skin at the tracker's waist. "Way y' stood up like that, drawin' fire...like y' was 'bout to preach a sermon..." Vin frowned at the large man looming over him until Josiah backed away with a wry grin.
"Why looky here," Buck's voice boomed as his tall frame filled the doorway of the clinic. "If it ain't the mighty tracker...standin' tall an' wavin' t' his friends in th' middle of a gunfight, fearin' nothin' as bullets fly all around. Oops, looks like one found ya, son. Hey, don't ya know what 'get the fuck down' means, Vin? Or have y' lost yer hearin'?"
Vin scowled at Chris who stood silently against the wall by the door. Nathan returned with his bottle of carbolic acid, ready to pour the solution directly onto the wound, and Vin braced himself, not entirely ready to feel the intense burning to come, yet knowing it was a necessary evil that would help aid against the possibility of infection. He hissed loudly through his teeth as the liquid hit the open flesh and burned hotly with its searing fire. It cooled rapidly and he balled his hands into fists as he felt Nathan quickly pass a needle through his skin, stitching closed the wound. Within a few minutes it was over, and he eased himself up to sit, trying to slow his panting breaths.
"Sorry, Vin, I know that hurts, but at least it's cleaned. Listen, there's couple a townsfolk what got hurt during this morning's fight and I gotta see t' them. Chris? Two o' these fellas here is parta the group tried t' rob the bank. I'll be stitchin' them up in a minute...JD's wiring the Judge 'bout them all, dead and alive." Nathan said, as he wrapped clean bandages around Vin's waist. "But I ain't got nowhere for you t' lie down here, Vin. Maybe y' just be better off stayin' in your own room at th' boardinghouse, restin' there. I'll come check on ya in a little bit, make sure y' ain't feelin' any worse. And notice I said boardinghouse, Vin, not that damn wagon you got. Y'don't need t' be sittin' outside in this heat with a bullet wound, you keep yerself inside, y'hear me?"
Vin smiled and stood slowly, his body somewhat bent as he favored his side. He grabbed his hat, glad to be free to go...last thing he needed was to be stuck in the clinic under Nathan's mother hen-like eyes. He turned to leave when a hand planted itself on his chest, and he looked up to see Buck's shining face smirking into his. Chris came to stand next to him, forming a human wall in front of the clinic door.
"Just a minute, I believe Nathan asked if you heard him?" Buck said.
Vin nodded and moved to go around the man. Another hand grasped his upper arm, and he turned to find himself once again face to face with those green eyes and those lips. And dammit if they weren't doing that pucker thing that just about drove him crazy. He shuddered, his eyes fixing on their pale smooth surface. He watched as the little 'v' in the middle formed.
"So, Vin? Y' did hear the man, didn't you?" Chris asked, his green gaze focused intently.
Vin nodded again, the healer's words completely forgotten as his thoughts hurried their way down to his groin.
Chris nodded back, "Well, just to make sure, why don't I go with you? See that y' follow directions."
Nathan smiled at that. "Good idea, Chris. If anyone can make him listen, it's you. Just make sure he don't do anything too strenuous, I don't wanna be stitchin' him up again. Just go an' rest Vin, that's the best thing for you. Chris? Make sure he does. In fact, lie on top of him if you gotta. I don't wanna see him up and around 'til he gets a few hours of quiet. His side's gonna be achin' somethin' awful in a few hours."
The two men left, Vin walking at a somewhat slower pace than usual, yet happy to have Chris by his side and most definitely wanting to resume where they'd left off not once but twice today.
"Y'hear what Nathan said, Chris?" Vin chuckled at Nathan saying for Chris to lay on top of the tracker if need be. Well, the need truly be's. He laughed again.
Chris smiled, looking straight ahead as they cut through the darkened alley toward the boardinghouse. "Dunno for sure if I heard him, Vin, maybe I'm gettin' hard of hearin'."
Vin stopped and stared at him, growling, "Don't play with me, Larabee."
Chris grabbed him firmly and gently pressed him up against the building. "Thought you been wanting t' play all day," he laughed. He peered into those ocean blue eyes, thrilled to find the spark still burning in them, and he thrust his tongue eagerly into the startled mouth, licking and sucking its warm interior. One hand groped at the hardening crotch, the material there taut over the expanding bulge, and he slid a leg between the rapidly weakening knees, pushing them wider apart. His other hand carefully slid over the bandaged area, snaking up the sweat soaked shirt to escape the collar and twine deeply into damp curling hair.
Vin tried to suppress the soft moan that escaped as he felt himself wedged tightly between Chris and the rough wall at his back. He moaned again as the tongue left him to trace a wet path down his neck and was about to cry out when a voice called to them from the clinic's balcony around the corner.
"Vin?" Buck's voice questioned. "That you I hear? You okay?"
"Uh yeah, Buck, he's fine. I'm helping him to his room. Everything's okay," Chris called out, relaxing as he heard Buck's affirmation to Nathan that all was fine. He looked at Vin's flushed face and smiled, knowing it had more to do with the last few minutes than heat or injury.
The two men continued on to the boardinghouse, Chris gently helping Vin up the stairs and into his rarely used room. He helped ease the shirt from his chest, unbuttoning it slowly, licking each exposed inch of flesh as it showed then quickly helped him remove his boots and pants. He enjoyed the quiet moans the tracker emitted, knowing he was the cause, and felt his own flesh stirring with each sound. He watched Vin watching him as he removed his own shirt, throwing it onto the floor to sit atop the other clothing heaped in a pile. His pants came off quickly, and he repositioned himself above the tracker, arm muscles tensed as he bore his own weight, careful not to hurt the already injured man. He straddled the younger man's legs and eyed the thick shaft now standing to attention.
"Well, I see you ain't the only one likes to get up and wave," he grinned and took firm hold of the hardening erection, slowly pumping the thick shaft. He let his mouth gently suck on a tight nipple, his teeth scissoring it until Vin groaned and bucked beneath him. Taking full advantage of the opened mouth, he once again plunged his tongue deep within its recess, swirling over the smooth teeth and playfully biting at the full lips. Dropping his weight gently onto the body beneath him, he winced when he heard the brief expulsion of air and shifted his weight to the side.
"Didn't mean to hurt you, Vin," he said, again taking hold of the firm cock.
"Y'aint hurtin' me, Chris, least not on my side...but you don't start that mouth a yers t' goin' any lower I'm afraid I'm gonna have t' hurt you," Vin panted and pushed down on the blond head that lingered at his chest. He moaned loudly when he felt the warm mouth engulf his straining erection and lifted off the bed when a slick finger entered his ass.
"You just got too many holes in you need fixin', Vin," Chris chuckled, his voice muffled from its position between the tracker's thighs.
"Yer workin' on it right good there, Larabee, y' learn that healin' stroke from Nathan?" Vin laughed in return. He stretched his arms up on the bed, feeling his side pull yet not minding the pain as it mixed with the incredible pleasure stemming from Chris's skillful ministrations. God, he could lie here all day and let this man continue doing what he was doing. His mind shut out all activity that could be heard through the room's windows until he could only hear the breathing of his lover. He felt the warm breaths at his groin stirring the hair there, and he smiled as they lightly tickled his skin. As Chris's mouth brought him to orgasm, he fisted the sheets now loosened from the bed and arched his back feeling the warm seed spill from him in long spurts. A hand gently kneaded his balls and the tongue that bathed his now satisfied organ continued its long, wet strokes until he stilled it with his own hand.
His eyelids became heavy, sleep wanting to claim him, and he shook himself to stay alert. His hands traced the smooth skin of Chris's back as the man moved to lie beside him, and he let one drift down to repay the attention.
"Y' need yer rest, Vin. Nathan said so, and besides, there's plenty time to finish what we've started here," Chris whispered, grabbing onto the hand stroking his own firm organ.
"Started this morning, y'mean," Vin replied, shaking free his hand and firmly taking hold of the firming organ.
Chris pulled at the hand holding him, not wanting to risk hurting Vin. "No, Vin, come up here and lie down, we can play later."
"Play now," Vin stated, his other hand drifting between smooth, white thighs. He pulled lightly at the hair on them, eliciting a moan from the man lying beneath him.
Chris frowned, "I'm not sure this is a good idea, I think y' oughta just rest now." He slid his body over onto the warm place just vacated by the tracker's, who now slowly eased down on him. Vin took firm hold of the hard erection, letting his mouth engulf as much as it could, his saliva dripping down the erect shaft.
"Vin-". Chris's body arched as Vin's mouth copied exactly the pleasurable moves he had just completed, and he let go a slow groan, the tension of the day's events leaving him to be replaced by an incredible charge from head to toe and groin. Mostly groin.
He sighed heavily, trying again, "Really, Vin. You shouldn't be doing this, we shouldn't be doing this...you need the rest. Listen to what I'm saying to you..."
Vin let his mouth ride up and down, sucking hard. His hands trailed over the warm skin and he revelled in its feel.
Chris moaned, his body arching with increased pleasure. "Wait," he protested again, "Vin...y'shouldn't be doin' this...you're hurt..shit..." The hands on his ass increased their hold as the pressure on his organ intensified. He moaned louder with pleasure, "Vin...you listenin'? Vin...God, VIN!"
Vin lifted his head and stared at him, "Huh?" he said, listening to the soft moans and groans as his hands worked over the tight body. "Sorry, Chris, didn't catch that, m' hard hearin' an all," he grinned then resumed his groping.
"Really need to get that checked...," Chris gasped, "maybe... tomorrow..."
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