Disclaimer: I do not claim any rights over the Magnificent 7 characters used in this story, which has been written for the joy of writing only (whether it be good writing or no) and for no other purpose (such as monetary gain). The Mag 7 characters/aspects of the story are owned by Trilogy Entertainment Group, the Mirisch Group, MGM.
Notes: I was trying to think of a real snazzy title and all of a sudden started humming this song, don't know what band sings it but I figured it kinda went with the story and I'm a kinda go with the flow type a gal, yep that's me. Enjoy! Oh, thanks to Rachel for that added bit of inspiration.
Vin and Chris stood facing each other in the fading light - so close, but neither touching or making a sound, lost in each other's gaze. Finally, soft lips parted as Vin breathed in deeply, his tongue darting out to leave them wet and glistening. Chris' breath grew ragged as he watched the small movements, and he stepped forward with a low moan of mounting desire.Vin felt his skin tingling as the other man gently traced a path down one arm then brought his own arm up to clasp his hip and tuck a hand down into the waist of Vin's faded jeans. Chris squeezed one buttock, pulling Vin to him at the same time then dipped his head and took the oh so inviting mouth with his own, pushing his tongue between those lips, searching for a response and getting one. Vin sank into the passionate kiss with one of his own, rubbing his lips into his lover's, grasping at his tongue then pushing it away.
Both men were breathing hard, sweat forming on their hot skin when Vin pulled away slightly. Keeping his blue eyes locked onto Chris' green ones, he slowly sank to his knees. Chris breathed in rapidly and ran his hands through the younger man's long hair, massaging his scalp with his strong fingers. He felt the top button on his jeans slip through its hole, then the next, and his tight jeans suddenly loosened to slip down his hips. The roughness of the denim as it dragged across his throbbing penis sent shivers up and down his spine. He closed his eyes as Vin finally looked down. The sudden sensation of being engulfed in Vin's hot, moist mouth left him gasping.
He held Vin's head tighter, entangling his fingers in his hair, urging him to take more, up and down. Vin's tongue wrapped around the ever hardening shaft, his lips working a massage of their own, his teeth gently sinking in to press firmly here and there as he moved his head around in sync with the gyrating of the other man's hips.
The two men worked in unison, the strong fingers on his head and through his hair encouraging Vin, urging him to go deeper, harder. He willingly complied. He grasped Chris' half-naked cheeks with both hands and pulled him closer still, rubbing his fingers into the muscle then letting them wander down between his legs.
Then he stopped and Chris heard a muffled, "Goddamit!" Chris urged Vin to continue but got only another muffled exclamation in return.
"Shit, shit, shit!"
Chris started to move apart from his suddenly cussing lover.
"What is it?"
Vin's reply was to let go another string of colorful language ending with, "Dammit! Chris, don't move. My hair's caught in your buttons!"
"What?" Chris asked disbelievingly and started to pull away again.
"Aaaaaa! Shit, Chris! I said don't move!"
Chris started to laugh.
"It ain't nothin' to laugh at!" Vin exclaimed, highly offended that Chris wasn't taking his predicament at all seriously.
"Sorry, Vin," Chris apologised with a big smile on his face. "Hang on and I'll untangle it for ya."
He started to shake with laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation but forced himself to control it when he noticed the unamused set of Vin's shoulders.
"It's no good, I can't get it loose. I'll have to take my jeans off."
He started to do just that but stopped when he got to his knees. "Um, Vin. I can't get my jeans off over my boots."
Another string of interesting words burst from Vin's mouth, ending with a very loud, "Damn it all to hell! Ouch!"
"Ya gotta keep still,Vin." Chris was laughing again but trying to muffle it when he saw that Vin's shoulders were starting to shake as well. He gave up and let the laughter out, and the two of them rolled, carefully, onto the nearby bed.
"What're we gonna do, Vin? As much as I like ya bein' down there, ya can't stay there all night. I had other plans." His voice growled a bit as he thought of the other 'plans'. They all involved Vin.
"Get the scissors," Vin said finally.
"What? Ya can't cut your hair," Chris couldn't believe that Vin would allow his hair to be cut for anything.
"Well, I had other plans too and having your jeans permanently attached to my head wasn't one of 'em."
Chris reached across to the bureau by the bed and opened the top drawer. His hand searched about for the scissors he was sure were in there. "Damn, I can't find 'em. Ouch! Found them!" He pulled the scissors out and dropped them onto the bed beside him so he could suck on his injured finger.
"Ya okay?" asked Vin, only mildly concerned. Every time Chris moved he felt his hair slowly being ripped out by the roots. "Hurry up. This is killin' me."
Chris carefully separated as much hair as he could from the button before starting to snip as close as he could to the ends. When he finished, he gently pushed Vin's head away. Vin sighed in relief and rubbed the sore spot on his head. When their eyes met, both men started to laugh helplessly.
"That's one way of getting ya to cut yer hair," Chris said when he could get his breath back. He pulled the other man back towards him, but Vin froze.
Chris looked at him with a questioning glance.
Vin smiled at him, amusement mixed with pain still bubbling in his eyes.
"Not till yer take those damn jeans off!"
THE END
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