FIVE
The early morning sun shone through the window right into Chris's eyes. He rolled over to escape and found the bed empty. Damn, he thought. Can't he just sleep in for once? Chris rolled on his back and stretched. It felt good to sleep in his own bed again. He smiled thinking that the company was nice too. Chris checked the time on the clock -- 8:00 A.M. He groaned and sat up. He was definitely going to have a talk with Vin about sleeping late tomorrow. He got out of the bed, threw a bathrobe on, and walked out to the living room. Chris glanced around and realized they'd have to finish painting before the rugs arrived tomorrow. He padded in bare feet into the kitchen to find Vin standing by the stove. Vin was dressed in a loose pair of gray jams and a T-shirt. Chris couldn't wait for his leg to heal so that Vin could wear his faded jeans again. He walked up to Vin and put his arms around the younger man, pulling him against his chest. He rested his chin on Vin's shoulder and looked down at the stove."You're going to spoil me with all this good cooking," Chris commented.
"It's only flapjacks," Vin said.
"I don't know, Vin," Chris began. "You cook, clean, and do the laundry. What more could I want?"
"Is that all I'm good for?" Vin asked with a smile.
"There's one more thing you're good for," Chris said huskily.
He bent his head down and lightly kissed Vin where his shoulder met his neck. Chris had learned last night that the younger man enjoyed it. He pulled the collar of the T-shirt away from Vin's neck and began to swirl his tongue around. He pulled away and blew gently where he had been licking. He felt Vin shudder along the length of his body, and Chris held him tighter with his left arm. Vin laid his head back on Chris shoulder to expose more of his neck to Chris's attention. He didn't disappoint him and began to gently nip and suck on his neck. With his left hand, Chris pulled the T-shirt out of his pants and caressed Vin's washboard abdomen and slowly moved up to tease his nipples. Vin moaned, and his legs buckled at Chris's touch. He reached out to steady himself on the only thing available, and his hand touched down on the hot skillet. Vin pulled away with a yelp and backed into Chris, hitting his incision. Chris cried out in pain and moved away from him.
"Jesus, Chris. I'm sorry!" Vin exclaimed holding his burned hand.
"It's alright," Chris said, trying to catch his breath. "Let me see your hand."
"It's nothing," Vin said moving towards the sink. He turned on the cold water and stuck his left hand under the stream.
"Don't be so damned stubborn," Chris said coming beside him.
Chris could see he had burned his left palm by his pinky finger. It was already an angry red, and Chris went to get the first aid kit from his bathroom. When he came back, he heard Vin cursing and saw smoke coming from the kitchen. Chris rushed in to find him holding the skillet and what was left of the flapjacks under the running water. He smiled at Vin as he cursed in Spanish and then gang slang.
"Vin, come sit over here a minute," Chris called, beckoning him to the kitchen table.
Vin walked over and took a seat. Chris put the kit on the table and opened it. He rummaged around until he found the burn cream. He pulled out some gauze and cling wrap. Chris made sure the burn was dry before he applied the cream, then he wrapped Vin's hand.
"Maybe this was a mistake," Vin said as Chris finished with his hand.
"What was a mistake, Vin?" Chris asked confused.
"You know," Vin sighed, and Chris could see him blush.
"No, Vin," said Chris kneeling next to him and looking into his eyes. "It wasn't a mistake. Do you think it was?"
"No," Vin said quietly and blushed a deeper red and looked away from Chris. "But, geez, Chris, we're going to end up killing each other."
"We just have to plan better places to have our fun," Chris laughed. "Learned our first lesson. Never next to a hot stove."
"Right," Vin smiled. "So now you get cereal for breakfast since you ruined my surprise."
"What surprise?" Chris asked suspiciously.
"Well, I was going to bring you breakfast in bed," Vin explained. "I didn't expect you to wake up so early."
"Normally I wouldn't, but without the curtains on the window, the sun woke me."
"Alright, remind me to put the curtains up."
Vin went into the kitchen to get some bowls, milk, and cereal. Chris grabbed a banana, a knife, and some spoons. Vin took the banana and cut half of it into his bowl and covered them with corn flakes. He sprinkled two teaspoons of sugar over the top, causing Chris to shudder, then poured on the milk. Chris did the same, but left off the sugar. He didn't know how Vin could eat some of the things he did and not gain an ounce. They finished their breakfast, and Chris went to take a shower. When he came out, Vin was gone. He found a note on the table that said "In the barn". Chris decided to call the office and check in. The first person he got was JD.
"Hey kid, how's everything?"
"Chris!! Everything's fine. The guys are all here. I'm going to put you on the speaker."
"Good to hear from you Chris," said Josiah.
"Greetings, Mr. Larabee," Ezra said in his formal tones.
"Hope you're both taking it easy," Nathan scolded.
"Have you kill him yet?" Buck laughed.
There was a bet going on which one would drive the other one crazy. Josiah had compared them to two rams that would end up butting heads before the two weeks were over. Chris assured them everything was fine, that they were both behaving. The others brought him up to speed on the case they were helping the FBI with. Nothing too hazardous. They were to be back up on a sting. They had been talking for awhile when Chris looked at his watch. They had been on the phone for an hour and a half. Chris started to worry. Vin didn't usually spend this much time in the barn.
"Well, gang, I need to go," Chris said abruptly.
"What's wrong?" Buck asked immediately.
"Vin went down to the barn before I started talking with you. He hasn't come back up."
"What the hell is he doing in the barn?" Nathan yelled.
"He goes down to feed the horses, that's all. I have someone come in the evening to take care of the stalls and the heavy stuff."
"I wouldn't worry, Chris. I think Vin learned his lesson the last time," Buck commented to reassure everyone.
"Still, I'd better go check. Talk to you later."
They all said their good-byes, and Chris hung up the phone. He walked to the barn, called Vin's name, and got no response. This really worried Chris. He checked the corrals first, but didn't find him. He then started to check the stalls. The one on the end was being used for hay. It was dark in the stall, and Chris reacted on instinct when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He flipped whoever it was and looked down into Vin's startled face. The look on the sharpshooter's face was so comical that Chris started laughing. He let go of Vin's arm, and he immediately got up and gave Chris a hurt look and stormed off. Chris quickly looked around and realized what Vin had planned. Thrown over the hay were some blankets. Next to the blankets was the baby oil Chris used in the barn for the horses. All of this registered in a heartbeat, and Chris ran out of the stall to catch Vin.
"Hold on, Vin," Chris said grabbing his arm.
"Why, so you can laugh at me some more?" Vin said pulling away. "I know I must be like some stupid kid on his first date to you."
"That's not true, Vin," Chris said. "Look at me."
Vin wouldn't meet Chris's eyes, so he placed both hands on either side of his face and forced his head up. Chris looked into liquid blue eyes swirling with emotion. Foremost were confusion and betrayal.
"I wasn't laughing at you, Vin," Chris explained. "I would never laugh at you. If you could only have seen the look on your face when I flipped you, you would know what I was laughing at."
"Must have been pretty funny," Vin smiled when he realized he had made a mistake.
"It was," Chris said kissing him. He started to lead Vin back to the stall.
"It's alright, Chris," Vin said trying to pull away blushing. "It was just a stupid idea."
"I like it," he said pulling the younger man inside the stall. "Besides, there's nothing to be hurt on in here."
"With my luck, there's a damned pitchfork under there," Vin argued.
Chris laughed and tripped Vin to land on his back among the blankets. He straddled the younger man and leaned over to kiss him. Vin parted his lips, and Chris teased him by gliding his tongue over them, but not entering his mouth. Chris pinned Vin down as he tried to capture Chris's mouth. He teased Vin by running his tongue along his lips then kissing him gently. Chris could feel him respond to the teasing and finally gave into what he wanted. He plunged his tongue inside Vin's luscious mouth and explored to his heart's content. Vin's tongue eagerly entered Chris's mouth, and they explored each other. At one point, Vin got a little too eager and they knocked teeth together. Vin cursed and Chris just laughed, capturing his mouth again. Chris's hands pushed the T-shirt up to Vin's shoulders, and he raised his arms so Chris could pull it off. Chris did and threw it in the corner. He started to kiss Vin on the neck and run his hands over his chest. Vin was trying to undo the buttons on Chris's shirt and was getting frustrated. He was about to pop them when Chris stopped him. He slowly undid the buttons as Vin watched and ran his hands along Chris's thighs. They were still encased in denim, but Vin could feel the powerful muscles through the material. He watched as Chris continued to tease him with the shirt.
"God damn it!" Vin exclaimed and reached for the shirt again, but Chris swatted his hand.
"Patience is a virtue," Chris chided.
He finished with the shirt, and Chris leaned down to suck on Vin's neck. Vin ran his hands along Chris's smooth back. Chris trailed his tongue along Vin's shoulder, then down along his sternum to his right nipple. He made lazy circles with his tongue as it hardened under his touch. Chris pulled away and blew on it. Vin moaned, and Chris could feel him shudder. Vin dug his fingers into Chris back when he blew on his fevered skin. Chris continued to nip and caress Vin's nipples, then slowly made his way down his stomach to his navel. Vin ran his fingers through Chris's hair and down along his shoulders. Vin's legs were still pinned from Chris straddling him. Chris caressed Vin's sides as his tongue flicked in and out of his navel. His hands moved lower and started to push Vin's pants down his hips. Chris continued his exploration of Vin's navel as he pushed the pants off Vin's hips and down his legs. He winced when the elastic rubbed along his left leg. Chris got off Vin and carefully slid the pants down his leg.
"Commando certainly has its advantages," Chris smiled as he saw Vin's hardened cock.
He watched as Vin blushed. Chris took off Vin's sneakers and pulled the pants the rest of the way off. Chris decided to tease Vin by starting to kiss along the inside of his left leg. He started at his knee and worked his way up. As he got closer to his groin, Chris reversed directions and went back towards his knee. He did this with the other leg, and Chris watched as Vin's cock began pulsing. Chris continued kissing and licking along the insides of Vin's thighs, always getting close, but never touching his engorged shaft.
"Please, Chris!" Vin moaned.
Vin just heard him laugh as he continued to torture the younger man. Chris knew he had to release his cock from the confines of his jeans or he would bust. He waited and continued what he was doing. He could feel Vin shudder every time he got close to his pulsing shaft but didn't touch it. Chris looked up to see that Vin's eyes were closed and he was griping the blankets with his hands. Suddenly he gasped when Chris's mouth closed around his hardened cock. He thrust his hips up to meet Chris's searching mouth. Chris pushed his hips on the ground and held them there.
"Patience," he growled.
"Aw, hell!!!!" Vin moaned and gripped the blankets tighter.
Chris moved away from the writhing sharpshooter and pulled off his boots. His cock was pushing so hard on the zipper of his jeans he had a hard time getting them off. Once the zipper was down, he pulled them off and threw them aside. His briefs went with them. He kneeled between Vin's legs and reached for the baby oil. He poured some in his hands and coated two of his fingers. He pulled Vin up so that his butt was resting on his knees, raising him up. Vin bent his legs and braced his feet on the ground. Chris ran his hands along Vin's inner thighs, then down past his balls to his opening. He ran his fingers along the outside, then slowly pushed his fingers into the inviting space. Vin groaned, and Chris slowly started to pull his fingers in and out. His rhythm got faster and faster until he hit that small spot of pleasure and Vin bucked against his hand and cried out. Chris removed his fingers and wiped them on a piece of cloth. He grabbed the baby oil and rubbed some on his engorged cock. Just that small touch from his own hands caused it to grow harder, and he knew he needed the release. Chris leaned over Vin and devoured his mouth hungrily. Vin responded in kind. Chris released his mouth and sat back on his heels. He grabbed Vin by the hollows along his waist and slowly pushed his cock into the opening it desired. Chris raised up on his knees and supported Vin as he slowly pushed inside. He embedded his ragging cock to the hilt, then slowly pulled it out. Vin wrapped his right leg around Chris's back as he began the slow but steady rhythm. Chris knew Vin's hardened cock begged for release, and he reached for the baby oil. He poured some directly on to the pulsing shaft and began to spread it. Vin arched his back and thrust against Chris's hands. Chris moved his hands at the same pace as his lower body. He pulled out of Vin and pushed back in with more urgency. Chris looked down into Vin's eyes and could see he was completely lost in the pleasure. Vin was panting with desire.
"Harder, Chris!!!!! PLEASE!!" he moaned.
Vin emphasized this request by pulling Chris in with his right leg. Chris complied by pulling his shaft out to the tip then plunging it forcefully back into the sheath it desired. Chris continued to jerk off on Vin's cock and could feel Vin's whole body begin to shudder. Chris continued his frantic thrusting as he felt Vin's orgasm which caused Chris's embedded cock to release his seed. Chris moaned Vin's name, and shortly after, Vin released his juices to spray over his chest. Chris reluctantly removed his slackened shaft out of Vin's warm embrace. He wiped down his cock and chest. He looked to Vin and could see him gulping in air. His flaccid cock lay along his right thigh. Chris moved to Vin and wiped the juices from his cock and his abdomen. Vin moaned at the touch and shuddered under Chris's hand. Chris smiled, lay next to Vin, and pulled him into his embrace.
"Shit, Chris. You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" Vin stated when he could speak again. He rolled onto his right side and looked at Chris.
"I never felt nothin' like that before," he confessed as he caressed Chris's cheek.
"Liked that, huh?" Chris asked huskily, and Vin blushed.
"I reckon," he answered, and they both laughed.
Vin made the first tentative move for a kiss. Chris remained still as Vin started the contact. It was the first time Vin had initiated their foreplay, and Chris didn't want to frighten him off. He rolled on his back and gently pulled Vin with him. Chris remained passive as Vin slowly pushed his tongue inside his mouth. Vin increased his exploring when he felt Chris's moan. It was hard for Chris to be passive, but he fought the desire to ravage Vin's mouth. Vin released his mouth and moved down to his neck, licking and sucking until he reached the hollow at the nape. He nipped Chris and then sucked the area. He ran his left hand over Chris's chest and teased his nipples until they were hard to the touch. Chris loved the feel of Vin leaning on his chest. He tried to keep his hands at his sides, but couldn't. He ran his fingers through Vin's long locks and gently guided him to lick his nipples. Vin complied and sucked and twirled his tongue over them in lazy circles. Chris traced the scars on Vin's back with his fingers. He couldn't help slowly caressing along his spine to his lower back, causing Vin to gasp and shudder. Vin slapped him on the stomach making Chris laugh and hug him close. Vin moved back up to nuzzle next to Chris. He threw his left leg over Chris and got comfortable. Chris ran his hand gently over the healing wound.
"That needs some more cocoa butter," Chris commented.
"We'll do it later," Vin stated. "Now we have to get in the house and finish painting the walls."
"You sure know how to take the fun out of everything, don't ya?" Chris asked with a smile.
"Somebody's got to do it," he said kissing him. "Now, what did you do with my clothes?"
Chris pointed to various locations around the stall. Vin grumbled as he got up to retrieve his shirt and pants. He watched as Vin padded around the stall in only his socks. Chris stifled a laugh and grabbed his briefs and pulled them on. They finished getting dressed and headed back to the house.