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SEVEN
The lawman crawled onto the bed, crouching beside Vin. Placing his hand gently but firmly over Vin's, he pushed it away. "Don't try to hide this. It ain't nothin' to be ashamed of." He leaned over and softly kissed the newly healed flesh that held for eternity the mark of the coven. "Yer a warrior, Vin. You fight a good fight for the things that're important. And ya get scars, like this one," he trailed a finger down a long scar on the younger man's arm. "And these," his hand lightly brushed over a group of the fresh pink lines on Vin's abdomen. "And this one," he lightly fingered the branding wound. "No difference."
Vin searched Chris's face for signs of mockery, indications of dishonesty, and could find nothing but the love and devotion the man professed. "I believe you," he whispered. Then, grabbing, the lawman's collar, he pulled him down until they were face to face. "So take off yer clothes." When Chris's face registered surprise, Vin added, "Less'n you don't wanna show me how much ya love me...?"
Chris didn't need to be asked twice. Fumbling with buttons, he shrugged out of his clothes as quickly as possible, toppling off the bed when his feet got tangled up in his pulled down pants. Vin hitched himself up on an elbow to peer over the edge. "I'm up here, Cowboy."
"I know just where ya are, smart-ass," Chris retorted, reaching up and pulling the young man onto the floor, careful to land him gently on his back. "Now yer down here." He grabbed pillows from the bed and made Vin comfortable then straddled his young man in a smooth motion, laying his rigid cock along side the one that had started to lengthen and harden of its own volition. Chris's fingertips trailed up and down Vin's chest, raising tiny goose bumps and tightening his nipples. Leaning down slowly, Chris licked one hardened nub then blew across it gently. Vin's muscles flexed involuntarily.
"How much action," Chris murmured as he brought his mouth up to the rugged jawline that captivated his imagination, "you think this poor ol' body of yours can take?" He took a nip at the strong bone and ground his erection against Vin's.
"I dunno," Vin said breathlessly, his hands now in Chris's hair and on his shoulders, massaging, encouraging. "Don't think I can get on my knees and I know these legs ain't goin' up very far..." he started to look doubtful.
Chris slid his hand between their bodies, pulling and squeezing on Vin's ever-lengthening member. Their mouths collided in a desperate kiss. Tongues swirled, licked and sucked. Vin's hips bucked slightly.
"God, Chris, do whatever ya want," he groaned. "Jest don't stop."
The older man backed away onto his knees, eyeing Vin appreciatively. "Damn, Pard, we ain't gonna let this go to waste," he growled, and bent to suckle at the head of the tracker's cock.
Twisting his head side to side, lost in pleasure, Vin groaned loudly. Chris lifted his head enough to taunt the aroused man. "Think ya can make it?" he asked.
"Fuck you," Vin gasped playfully.
"Great idea," said Chris, getting to his feet.
Vin stared uncertainly way up from his place on the floor, past the stiff cock that bobbed impatiently in the air to the lust-filled face of his partner. "How 'bout you do the honors, tonight?" the standing man said, and then lowered himself over Vin's groin.
Getting the picture and getting further excited at the prospect of taking the bigger man for the first time, Vin sucked on three of his fingers then withdrew them, slick with saliva. He reached down to find Chris's anus and swirled his fingers round and round, slowly parting the tight opening and sliding his fingers in deeply.
Gripping Vin's shoulders for support, Chris stared deeply into the blue-violet eyes that held his own. The man beneath raised his eyebrows in question and the man above nodded a quick assent. Vin grabbed the rounded cheeks, pulling apart, as Chris reached between his bent knees for Vin's shaft and rubbed its tip, wet with its own need, against his anus. He slowly lowered himself over the rod and grimaced as the intrusion sent initial pangs of discomfort through his body. Vin gasped in dismay.
"It's fine," Chris assured him, opening his eyes and looking down at the fearful expression on Vin's face, then proved his point by settling his ass lower on the organ. He let out a long sigh and gradually raised himself again until just the tip of Vin's cock was still invisible. The men found their rhythm as the older man used his iron leg muscles to pump his ass up and down, receiving the screw of a lifetime with each thrust.
Vin never took his eyes from his lover's straining face. His hands sought Chris's penis of their own accord, wrapping around it like it was their lifeline and stroked and fingered it until it was pulsing with the urgent need for release.
"Aaah, aaah, fast-er," Vin gasped and his lover humped furiously. Seconds later the young man grunted with the ecstasy of orgasm. His hands flexed around Chris's cock and he thrust his own upward deep, deep into the warm passage, striking the small gland that was Chris's undoing. Cum spurted in jets, up Vin's chest as Chris cried out, enraptured.
Collapsing in a heap to Vin's side, Chris lay gasping for breath along with his lover. Rolling onto to his side and draping a leg across Vin's thigh, the lawman perched on an elbow and gently pushed Vin's sweat-soaked hair off his face. He smiled and said, "Anything hurtin' over much?"
"I'm numb from pleasure," the tracker said with a small wag of his head. "We shoulda tried that before. I didn't know you was so limber, Cowboy."
Chris lowered his head and whispered into Vin's mouth before kissing it, "I was inspired. C'mon, let's get you to bed."
Vin grinned, "I thought that was what ya just did."
Chris laughed and kissed him lightly. "Yeah, but maybe you should try actually sleepin' now."
Vin couldn't hold back a yawn, as he agreed with Chris. "I am kinda tired."
Chris gently lifted him off the floor and helped him climb into the bed. Vin yawned again and Chris tucked the comforter around his lover. Chris sat on the edge of the bed until Vin's breath evened out. The slow deep breathing told him Vin was sleeping peacefully, so he eased himself off the bed. Chris took out a cheroot. He didn't want to chance the smoke disturbing the tracker, so he opened the window to let it out before he lit his smoke.
Staring out into the night, Chris thought about what Vin had told him earlier. He didn't believe for a second that God had decided to punish Vin for loving him. Now, he just had to get Vin to believe it.
A small sound from the bed got his attention. Vin was beginning to move restlessly, a sure sign that he was caught in another nightmare. Chris stubbed out the cheroot and threw it into the street, with a sigh.
Chris lifted the comforter and crawled in beside the tracker. Chris stretched out until he was molded against the length of his lover's body. Settling the comforter around them, he put his arms around Vin and held him close. He could feel the tension draining from the younger man's body. Vin stirred and Chris whispered soothing sounds into his ear, trying to lull him back to sleep.
Sleepy blue eyes opened and met concerned green eyes. "Chris, I was dreamin'," Vin informed him unnecessarily.
"I know cowboy, but it's over now. They can't hurt you anymore," Chris said softly. God, he wanted to kill them again for the hell they were still putting his lover through.
"No . . . It wasn't . . . a bad dream." Vin's eyes drooped heavily, as he continued sleepily. "We was together . . . It was . . . It was right . . ."
"Yeah, cowboy." Chris whispered and kissed his now sleeping lover. "It's right."
THE END
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