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Chris watched Vin squirm in his seat and tug at his tie and couldn't help but smile. Of all of the agents on his team, Vin was the least likely to be able to sit still for an eight hour meeting on weapons and tactics. But, since he was the one who was going to be using the high powered rifle the agency wanted to purchase, his presence was mandatory."Take it easy cowboy," Chris whispered to him. "They're wrapping up now."
"Bout damn time," Vin muttered under his breath.
Half an hour later, and the meeting was adjourned. Chris exchanged pleasantries with the other team leaders, while Vin made his escape into the hotel's lobby. Twenty minutes after that, Chris walked off the elevator and spied the younger man studying the large aquarium, that was the centerpiece of the lobby. Vin's jacket and tie hung off his arm and the top two buttons of his shirt were open.
"You hungry? Mike Porter from Team Six told me about a great little steakhouse a couple of blocks from here," Chris informed him.
"Starved," Vin replied. "Them fancy meetings can sure work up a man's appetite."
"Well pard, if you'd sat still for more than thirty seconds at a time, you might not have used up so much energy," Chris laughed.
Two hours later, full of steak and potatoes and beer they were back at the hotel room they were sharing. The agency had picked the same weekend as two conventions were being held for this conference and hotel rooms were at a premium. They'd lucked into a double room with a small living room, in one of the better hotels in Houston. Some of the conference attendees were doubling it up at the local Motel Six.
"So, what do ya wanta do now?" Vin asked sitting down with a couple of bounces on his bed.
"Hell if I know," Chris replied from the couch. "I don't know a thing about this town."
"Maybe there's a ball game on TV," Vin suggested.
Chris smiled a little at his agent. Vin never went to clubs or any of the hot night spots back home. Why would he think the younger man would act differently on the road? Now, if this was Buck, he'd have twenty spots they had to hit all picked out. Vin was looking at him with a questioning look on his face and Chris smiled again. "Sure pard, let me look."
They were pleasantly surprised to find the Rockies playing the Dodgers on the tube and made themselves comfortable. Vin bunched the pillows from his bed at the foot and stretched out on his belly. Chris took the couch, leaning back against the arm and stretching his feet over the length. Six innings later, Chris was bored to tears with the 12 - 1 score of the game and Vin was sound asleep. Sighing, the older man tossed a spare blanket over Vin and hastily scrawled a note in case the Texan woke up. Taking his key, Chris locked the door behind him and made his way down to the hotel bar.
CHAPTER TWO
Three hours later, a slightly drunk Agent let himself back into his room. He'd been tempted to take the redhead up on her offer, but decided against it when he noticed the whitened flesh around her ring finger. Disgusted, Chris paid for his drinks and left her sitting there open mouthed, without another word.
Flipping on the bathroom light, so he could see without waking Vin, Chris heard the younger man before he saw him. Vin's clothes were dropped in a heap beside the bed and he'd moved up to the right end of the bed. He was tossing and murmuring words Chris couldn't understand, caught in the grip of a nightmare.
Chris hurried to his friend's side, and took hold of his shoulders. "Easy Vin, it's me Chris," he said in a soothing voice.
Vin clutched at him desperately, without waking up and Chris was uncomfortably aware that the sharpshooter's slender body was nude. He wasn't quite sure what to do, so he put a hand on Vin's back. %Damn, his skin's soft, Chris thought unwillingly. "It's ok Vin, wake up. It's me Chris."
Instead of Vin waking up, Chris suddenly found himself with an armful of naked sharpshooter. He fought down the sudden urge to run his hands over the soft skin and instead grabbed hold of the younger man's arms and shook him a little. "Wake up, Vin. Wake up," he said firmly.
Vin began struggling, still caught in the grip of his nightmare. That's some dream he's having, Chris thought. He was beginning to get worried. Vin was a notoriously light sleeper and being shaken and held, wasn't waking him.
Laying his best friend back on the bed, Chris hurried to the bathroom and quickly wet a washcloth with cold water. Wringing it out, he quickly returned to Vin's bed. The Texan had completely kicked the covers off and he was curled into a tight ball, moaning softly. Chris had never seen "night terrors", but he had heard of them. This must be what they are, he mused while he gently turned the young agent towards him. Vin straightened out, still moaning and Chris felt his body react involuntarily to the sight of Vin's nakedness. Damn, the man was beautiful, slender and small boned, with finely sculpted muscles. He could have been the model for one of those greek statues, Chris mused, before he remembered what he was doing. Shaking himself, he used the cold cloth to wipe at Vin's face.
Finally, he was rewarded to see the blue eyes open. Vin was clearly confused, and Chris put a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Easy, you were having a nightmare," he told him quietly.
Vin was trembling and his blue eyes were dark with something Chris couldn't name. Chris moved to get off of the bed, and Vin's arm snaked out and grabbed his sleeve.
"NO! Don't leave me," he demanded urgently.
"Calm down, I was just going to get you a glass of water," Chris tried to reassure him. He'd never seen Vin like this and wasn't sure how to handle it.
"OK," Vin said in a small voice, but he kept his grip on Chris's sleeve.
He looked so forlorn, that Chris had to stifle the urge to reach out and pull the younger man to him. Instead, he instructed Vin to let him go. Vin did so reluctantly and Chris hurried to the sink. He filled the glass and was back at the bed in less than a minute. Vin's eyes had tracked him the whole way he noticed.
Easing down beside Vin, he handed him the glass. Vin took it and drained it. "You wanta talk about it?" Chris asked softly.
"Shaking his head, Vin answered slowly. "Gotta lot o' bad stuff inside. Don't like thinkin' about it much, but sometimes it comes out when I'm sleepin'." Dropping his eyes, Vin seemed to realize for the first time, that he was naked and completely exposed. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed and grabbed at the blanket, covering himself. He was blushing fiercely and Chris laughed at the picture he made.
"Hate to tell you pard, I already seen it all," he told the mortified sharpshooter.
Vin was 25 years old, a top ATF agent, a deadly accurate sharpshooter and he blushed like a schoolgirl.
"Quit laughin'," Vin demanded angrily.
His cheeks were red and he held the blanket up to his chin, like Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother had in the fairy tale. Guess that makes me the big bad wolf, Chris thought and couldn't help laughing at the idea– although the phrase, ‘What big eyes you have' was definitely appropriate for Vin. His blue eyes were huge and flashing his anger and embarrassment at the situation. Chris was feeling more wolfish by the minute.
If he hadn't spent the past three hours in the hotel bar; or if the redhead hadn't gotten him going; or if anyone else but Vin was looking at him with those eyes; Chris might never have reached out and laid his hand on the pink cheek under those flashing eyes. But, he did and Vin lost his grip on the blanket and it fell to the bed and the blush staining Vin's cheeks seemed to spread to the rest of him. His mouth was open and a startled "Oh." escaped him. Chris was about to pull his hand away and apologize, and hope like hell Vin would be able to put this behind them, when the Texan closed his eyes and leaned his face into the caress of Chris's hand.
"Vin?" Chris whispered. "You sure?"
Vin opened his eyes and searched Chris's face for a long time before he answered. "Yeah, been wantin' this for a long time, just never thought you'd want it too."
Chris was surprised to hear that, he could usually read Vin like a book, and he'd had no idea. That wasn't quite true, he admitted to himself. There'd been a couple of times, he'd caught Vin looking at him longingly. When he'd looked back Vin was absorbed in something else and he chalked it up to wanting a thing so bad, you started to think it was true. And now Vin was telling him that he'd wanted him as long as Chris had wanted Vin. "Damn!" Chris cursed.
"What's wrong?" Vin asked quietly, the blue eyes never leaving Chris's face. He was a man who didn't look away from unpleasantries and if what Chris was going to tell him was something he didn't want to hear, he'd just as soon meet it with his eyes open.
Chris smiled at him and stroked his cheek. "Nothing's wrong exactly, just thinking about all the time we wasted."
"What do ya mean?" Vin rasped, truly puzzled.
"Well, I've been wanting you a long time too pard," Chris said softly. "Maybe, since the first time I laid eyes on you, back in that warehouse."
That answer satisfied Vin and he smiled back at Chris. His eyes lowered to study the blankets on the bed, and Chris could tell there was something on his mind.
"Now, it's your turn to tell me what's wrong," he spoke in that soft voice again, gently lifting Vin's chin up to where he could see his face. Vin's cheeks were turning pink again and Chris found it very appealing. He could feel the warmth in his groin and his pants were getting decidedly tight.
"Just wonderin' if ya ever – if ya – ?" The soft drawl was barely audible and Chris had to lean close to hear it. Vin couldn't finish and looked at him helplessly, willing the older man to understand.
Chris was getting more turned on by the minute, but he recognized the importance of the unasked question. "If I ever been with a man?" he suggested.
Vin blushed deeper and nodded.
"Yes. After Sarah and Adam died, I did a lot of things to try and forget." Chris answered quietly. "Didn't work though," he added ruefully.
"I ain't," Vin whispered. Shit, he thought, if his cheeks got any hotter they'd explode.
The older man knew instantly, what Vin was telling him. It was more than just that he was a virgin with men. He'd gone this long, without being with a man and Chris knew that the younger man wasn't given to casual sex with anyone. The only person he'd seen Vin go with, was that woman he'd met at the children's center in Purgatorio. Charlotte. Chris saw red every time he thought of her. She'd turned out to be married, looking for someone to take her mind off her bad marriage. Trouble was, Vin had lost his heart the minute she batted her eyes at him. Her husband had shown up at the center one day, when Chris and Josiah were there with Vin and demanded the Texan stay away from his wife. Vin had turned white as a ghost and the betrayal on his face was plain to all of them. Charlotte had whispered "I'm sorry." and left with her husband. Chris had tried to talk to him about it, but Vin had just looked at him with tortured eyes and went back to helping the kids with the pinata they were making.
That had been almost a year ago and Chris had seen the occasional flash of pain in the young man's eyes when a woman who resembled Charlotte was around. No, Vin wasn't the casual sex type and Chris knew that for Vin to take this step, it meant a hell of a lot more to him than a weekend fling. And he was glad, because he'd known for a long time that what he felt for his best friend was more than just friendship.
Chris smiled at the shy young man he was about to bed and spoke carefully, wanting to be sure Vin knew exactly where he stood. "This isn't just fun and games, while we're away and Monday it's back to the way things were. If we do this, it's not just for here; for now. It's for back home too."
The relief on his soon to be lover's face was plain and Chris knew that he'd been wanting to ask, but didn't know how. Vin looked positively delectable, with his pink cheeks and his blue eyes and Chris had had enough of talking.
CHAPTER THREE
Tanner was glad, that he didn't have to put into words the things he wanted to ask Chris. He was nervous as shit and he didn't think he'd be able to string six words together if his life depended on it. Dropping his eyes to the bed, Vin remembered that he was naked. It left him feeling vulnerable, a feeling he hated. So, he started to pull the blankets up, to cover himself, when he felt his hands trapped in Chris's grip. Startled, he looked up and saw the blond staring at him with green eyes gone dark with passion.
"Let me see you," Chris urged seductively.
Vin blushed crimson, but managed a small nod. Larabee brought his lover's hands up to his mouth and kissed each palm. He set Vin's hands down on the bed, so that they were clear of the blankets. Reaching out with one hand, he stroked the younger man's cheek, while he peeled the blankets back with his other.
The light from the bathroom wasn't bright, but it afforded a view of the slender form, that made Chris suck in his breath at the sight. "Damn Vin," he managed a hoarse whisper. Swallowing hard, he got his voice back a little and meeting the blue eyes again asked gently, "Can I kiss you?"
Vin's hands clenched and unclenched nervously where Chris had placed them on the bed. He wanted nothing more, than to pull the blankets up over his head, but Chris wanted to see him. Oh God, Chris was looking at him. He felt like one of those exotic dancers up on a stage with a bunch of people staring at them. OK, it was just Chris and he wasn't exactly staring, but Vin was still the one being looked at. Shit, he hated feeling this way. He'd started to think he was going to die from embarrassment or melt into the bed, when he heard Chris's voice. Chris wanted to kiss him. His whole body tensed. This was what he'd wanted for months, but now it was really going to happen. He was a bundle of nerves and wanting all wrapped into one long haired sharpshooter. He wanted Chris to kiss him, didn't he? Shit, yes, but . . . Damn, why couldn't he put into words the things he wanted to say to Chris. Tell him how he felt. Instead, all he could get out, in a voice that sounded suspiciously like a squeak to his own ears was, "Yes."
Chris's eyes never left Vin's, when he spoke again. "You won't be sorry, cowboy. We'll go real slow." Chris could see the Texan's whole body relax just a little. It was clear as day that Vin wanted him, but it was just as clear that the younger man was very apprehensive about the whole thing. It wouldn't matter what he said, Vin was so inexperienced, that he was bound to be a little frightened of the unknown. The only way to remedy that, was for Chris to actually make love to him. And he was going to do that right now.
CHAPTER FOUR
Chris leaned closer to Vin and twined both of the agent's hands in his. He could feel that Vin's hands trembled a little. Bending his head, he let his lips brush against Vin's lightly a few times. Vin didn't react the first two times, but the third time Chris felt those soft lips offer up a shy kiss. The fourth time Chris let the kiss linger a few seconds and he felt Vin's lips part a little under his. The next kiss, Vin readily opened his mouth to allow Chris's tongue to slip inside.
Vin felt his nervousness waning against the gentle kisses Chris was pressing on him. He opened his mouth and let Chris inside. The feelings Chris was stirring inside of him, were nothing like he'd ever felt before. Not even Charlotte had made him feel like this. He didn't know what to make of it, and decided not to think about it right now. He'd just concentrate on the way Chris's kisses felt.
Chris wanted to devour his lover's mouth, but he decided against it. This was too new to Vin, to rush. This time, he'd have to control his passion and let Vin get used to the things they were doing. He was sure that his lover would be an enthusiastic participant, once he knew what he was doing. And Chris Larabee, was just the man to show him.
Kissing and exploring the sweet mouth, Chris let himself get lost in the feelings for a while. His cock's throbbing got his attention. Letting go of Vin's hands, Chris pulled Vin closer to him, and wrapped his arms around the younger man. He stroked the soft skin of Vin's back, feeling the muscles underneath. After a few minutes, he felt Vin's arms go around his neck slowly and the sharpshooter pressed his body closer against Chris's.
Groaning with need, Chris started to unbutton his clothes. He was desperate to feel his lover's naked flesh against his own. He was startled, when he felt shaking fingers on his own.
"Let me," Vin said softly.
His cheeks were pink again, making him look positively delicious and Chris couldn't resist another quick kiss, before he squeezed Vin's hands reassuringly and submitted to the sharpshooter's ministrations.
Vin was beginning to wish he hadn't been so bold, because he couldn't get the damn buttons open. His head was bent and his brow was wrinkled in concentration and he was getting more embarrassed by the minute. Chris must think he was in bed with the world's biggest rube. "Dammit!" he growled in frustration.
Chris had been thoroughly enjoying the show, but now he moved quickly to sooth his lover. "It's ok cowboy," he said gently, as his hands covered Vin's. "You just need a little more practice."
Chris finished unbuttoning the shirt and threw it on the other bed. Vin settled back against pillows, his eyes following Chris's movements as the older man finished disrobing. First his shoes and socks and then he stood and slowly, teasingly, slid his pants down until he was clad only in his underwear. Stepping out of the pants, he moved close enough to Vin, to take his hand and place it on the waistband. Vin looked at him questiongly and Chris smiled encouragingly.
"Your turn to see what you're getting pard," he whispered.
Vin blushed fiercely again, causing Chris's cock to jump inside his underwear. The young man's eyes widened, and he bowed his head so Chris couldn't see his face, but he resolutely tugged the underwear down, until they slipped to Chris's ankles and he stepped out of them.
Lifting Vin's chin, he asked in his soft voice, "You still ok with this?"
Vin's looked a little nervous, but he nodded his head and whispered, "Yeah. I wanta do this."
"Good," Chris whispered, "because it's for damn sure, that I wanta do it too."
With that, he stretched out over top his lover and kissed him. He was delighted, when he felt Vin's tongue lick at his lips. Opening his mouth, he felt Vin's tongue slip slowly inside and begin exploring. That sweet tongue touching him so softly and gently was more intoxicating than all the beer he'd drank earlier. He couldn't hold back any longer and his hands began roaming over Vin's body. Damn! It felt so good to touch him like this. His skin was softer than Chris would have believed possible, and he loved the way it felt under his fingers.
Vin followed Chris's lead, and touched Chris gently. He stroked across his chest, skimming over the nipples and hearing Chris moan in response. He moaned softly himself, when he felt Chris touch his cock. His cock was rock hard and Chris wrapped his hands around it and squeezed a couple of times. Vin's body jerked in response and Chris moved his hand off of Vin's cock and down to his balls. Stroking them gently, the older man was delighted with the gasps of pleasure coming from his lover.
Vin turned his face so that his mouth was at Chris's ear. "God Chris, ya make me feel so good," he breathed.
Chris's response was to move both hands back around Vin and roll them onto their sides. Using one hand, he grasped the cheek of Vin's butt and pulled their groins together hard. His other hand he wrapped in Vin's hair and pulled his head back until he could feast on the younger man's exposed neck. Licking and sucking, Chris sent shivers through his lover.
Vin moaned and his top leg hooked Chris's and he pushed his cock hard against Chris's. He couldn't control his body and he bucked and writhed against Chris. His hands felt the satiny texture of Chris's skin and it was all too much for him. His senses were overwhelmed with pleasure and it was enough to drive all thoughts except how much he wanted Chris out of his head.
CHAPTER FIVE
Vin's feathery touches were sending waves of pleasure shooting through Chris's body until they found a home in his rock hard erection. The lithe young body wriggling against him threatened to make his body betray him any minute. He hadn't wanted anyone like this, before or since Sarah. Taking a deep breath, Chris closed his eyes for a minute to get himself back under control.
When he opened them, Vin was looking at him, with questioning eyes. He thought the sharpshooter looked a little nervous again and he quickly planted a gentle kiss on those soft lips. "Are you still ok with this?" he asked softly. He hoped like hell Vin was, but there was no way he'd coerce the younger man into doing something he didn't want to do.
Vin blushed and gave him a shy smile and whispered, "Yeah.", before he buried his face in Chris's neck and clutched his lover to him.
Chris hugged him close, knowing how hard this was for his innocent – innocent, that was a funny word to think in reference to a 25-year-old man, Chris mused. But Vin was innocent. Not like JD, naïve and unknowing, but innocent in seeing too much; and knowing too much; and bearing too much; all at too young an age and still maintaining that sweet shyness, that had him blushing against Chris's shoulder. He wanted this young man all the more, knowing how exactly how much Vin was giving him.
His voice was suddenly husky with emotion, when he spoke again. "I'll be right back, I have to get something," he whispered into Vin's ear. Vin nodded and eased his hold on Chris, but he didn't look up. Chris bent his head down, to be able to brush a light kiss on Vin's cheek, before he hurried to the bathroom.
The medicine cabinet was stocked with little bottles and bars of soap, but there was no baby oil. Lotion would have to do, Chris thought determinedly. There were two bottles and he grabbed both. As an afterthought, he wet a wash rag and grabbed a couple of towels.
Rejoining Vin on the bed, he eased down beside him and stroked his cheek. Vin's head was bowed and he wouldn't raise it so he could see Chris. The older man knew that Vin was bound to be getting more apprehensive, as they got closer to actually making love. "Vin," he whispered, "you ok?"
His only answer was a slight affirmative movement of the bowed head. Trying again, he asked softly, "Are you scared?"
There was a brief hesitation, before the head nodded again. Chris was getting a little frustrated with Vin's silence, but he willed himself to keep calm. Remember, he told himself, Vin's different. This is a lot harder for him than it is for you. He made his voice soft, when he spoke again. "Vin, look at me."
He didn't give Vin a chance to refuse, he reached out and lifted the younger man's chin. The eyes that met his were wide and he looked like a blue eyed deer caught in someone's headlights. "It's ok, I'm not gonna hurt you," Chris told him gently.
Vin was wound tight as a drum and Chris could hear it in his shaky voice, when he answered. "I know, and I wanta do it, but just please don't make me answer no more questions. ‘Kay?" His cheeks were fiery red and he couldn't maintain the eye contact anymore, and he buried his head in the comforting shoulder again.
Chris hugged him and stroked his hair for a minute, before he answered tenderly, "Ok pard, no more talking."
With that, the blond bent and found the long haired man's mouth with his. He kissed him, delighting in the softness of the trembling lips and the way Vin's hand stole up to his cheek. The sharpshooter was feeling so many different things. He was scared, but he wanted Chris desperately and it felt so right, so good when Chris touched him. He wanted to please Chris, to make him feel the way he was feeling, but he couldn't make himself let go of the strong shoulder that made him feel so safe or stop stroking the whiskery softness of Chris's cheek. Chris's kisses felt so good. Vin was so lost in the confusion and pleasure he was feeling, that he wasn't even aware, that he was pressing his body against the hard length of Chris's body.
Chris was keenly aware of every movement of the other man's body. Vin's slender form moved against him, reawakening his cock. The hard flesh was demanding satisfaction and Chris struggled to maintain control. He needed to be sure Vin was ready or his lover wouldn't enjoy this first time. And Chris was determined, that Vin would love every minute of it.
CHAPTER SIX
Chris put a hand on Vin's ass cheek, reveling in the softness. Vin tensed a little and Chris hurried to reassure him. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna do anything until you're ready."
Vin was hiding his face against Chris again and the blond smiled at the thought of his shy lover. Vin was absolutely delicious and it would be a sin, not to mention downright stupid, not to savor this night. His lover was understandably apprehensive about his first time with a man, but Chris had seen how he responded to his own skilled but gentle touches and caresses. Vin was an inexperienced lover, but he was as eager to please Chris, as Chris was to please him.
Chris ignored the bowed head. Vin could hide as long as he wanted. It was Chris's job to kiss and caress him until need overcame his shyness. He began methodically touching the younger man in all the places that had made him moan and quiver before. He grinned wolfishly, as he went about his task. There was no rule, that he couldn't enjoy the job.
Vin was so embarrassed, he thought he was going to die on the spot. Every damn time Chris touched him, he blushed like a girl and got all damn flustered. OK, not every time, he was too honest not to admit to himself. Most of the time, he really liked the things Chris was doing. Sure, they were new, but they felt great. He knew what it was all leading up to and he had to admit, that that was what had him worried. Chris had been with a lot of people and there was no way, he could know half as much as Chris did. Damn. Chris had latched onto one of his nipples and damn it felt good. That tongue was teasing him, and what had he been thinking about? Oh shit, what Chris was doing felt good. God, he wanted to make Chris feel like that. He wanted to taste Chris, like Chris was tasting him. Taste him and touch him and stroke him . . .
Chris kissed his way down Vin's neck and chest, pausing briefly to suck here, to nip lightly there, until he found a hard brown nipple. He kissed the nipple and sucked on it and swirled his tongue over it, tasting the honeyed flesh. His cock almost burst on the spot, when he felt fluttery kisses against his neck and a shy hand stroke his chest. He could feel Vin's cock pulsing against his leg and knew that the younger man was almost ready.
Chris let a hand slip between their legs, and he stroked Vin's balls gently, before wrapping around Vin's hard length. His lover was moaning now, and gamely trying to mimic Chris's actions, but Chris's actions were quickly causing him to lose his ability to do anything but lie there moaning and wriggling with need.
"Chris please," he practically begged.
Chris cut off anything else he might have said with a deep kiss. He felt blindly, until his hand closed around one of the little bottles of lotion and he hastily poured some onto his hand. He dropped it, without bothering to recap it. He put his lubricated finger against Vin's opening and waited. The blue eyes were fearful when they met his and Chris soothed his lover with soft words and tender stroking of his face. He watched Vin carefully, and saw the surrender in those eyes. Vin trusted him and he was going to make sure that nothing made his lover regret that trust.
Kissing the younger man softly, Chris slipped his finger inside of Vin. He heard the startled gasp and waited until Vin had a chance to adjust to the invading digit, before he started slowly moving it in and out. He kept kneading Vin's butt with his other hand and kissing him deeply, thoroughly enjoying the soft whimpers and moans he was eliciting from his lover. Vin's hands were moving pleasurably over his chest and back and stomach. Every once in a while, his hand would stray lower, before being hastily withdrawn. God, this was a terrific night. With his shy eagerness, Vin was sweeter than those damned mallomars he loved so much. Judging the younger man to be ready, he slid another finger inside.
The nervousness that Vin had been feeling was giving way to anticipation. Chris's fingers inside of him were giving him a different kind of pleasure than anything he'd ever known. And he loved the way Chris's body felt under his hands. He wanted to touch Chris down there, but he couldn't quite make his hand do it. Hell, he could do this. He would do it, for Chris, to try and make Chris feel half as good as Chris was making him feel.
The older man had three fingers inside of Vin and thought he was as open and ready as Chris could get him. Pulling the fingers out, Chris used the wet cloth he'd thrown on the night stand to clean his hand and then he fumbled one handed with the lotion. He was about to pour it on his cock, when he felt those shy fingers brush feather light over his length. He was so startled, that he broke the kiss. Looking down into those blue eyes, he smiled tenderly. "You are just full of surprises aren't you?" he asked in a husky whisper.
"Good ones?" Vin replied softly. He didn't know why he was feeling so insecure. He knew in his head that Chris liked his kisses and touches, but he needed to hear his partner say the words.
Chris knew that Vin's inexperience was causing him to doubt his ability to please his lover and he wasn't about to have the most exciting lover he'd had in years, worried about anything. "Oh yeah, pard," he grinned evilly. "Now, you ready for the surprise I have for you?"
Chris's words were teasing, but Vin understood that he was being offered a chance to back out again. His eyes met Chris's and he managed to get out a barely audible "Yes", before he wrapped his arms around Chris's neck and buried his face in the comforting softness he found there.
Chris stroked his back with one hand, while he massaged lotion onto his cock and then in and around Vin's hole. The younger man was trembling slightly and he maneuvered his cock into position as quickly as he could, knowing that Vin's nervousness would only increase until he was actually inside of him. After that, if he had done what he needed to do, Vin should be able to enjoy their lovemaking. "Easy pard, it's ok," he soothed, as he pushed against the puckered hole. Vin was tense and Chris kept up a steady stream of soothing words and he kept stroking his back. It was a little awkward getting inside of Vin, with the younger man clinging to his neck, but if holding onto him gave Vin the security he needed, than Chris would let him stay that way all night.
Vin could feel Chris's cock pressing against him and he tried to will himself to relax, but it was no use. He hoped Chris hurried up and got inside of him. Maybe then he'd be able to breathe again. He felt a burning pain and knew that Chris's cock had pushed inside. He bit his lip trying not to cry out, but the burning went deeper and longer and he couldn't hold back a little gasp.
Chris felt the opening give and he pressed himself slowly inside. He was sure that Vin was hurting a little, but his lover hadn't given any indication of it and he decided that the best thing to do was get himself all the way in as quickly as possible. He just had to concentrate on going slow and not giving in to the warm softness that was enveloping his cock. Damn it felt so good to – The tiny gasp got his attention and he instantly stopped moving. "Ok, I know, it's ok," he soothed. "It'll be ok in a minute. Let's just stay like this and get used to it."
Chris lifted Vin's head. The younger man's eyes were closed and he was biting his bottom lip and Chris was willing to bet, that he was trying to hide how much he was hurting. "It'll be better in a minute, you just have to try and relax," he promised the Texan. "Your body has to get used to me," he said with more confidence than he felt. He was greatly relieved, when Vin stopped chewing on his lip and he felt the tense form relax a little in his arms.
"It's better already," Vin said a little shakily. It was true. The burning pain of his first time was giving way to a fullness that he thought he liked. "I want you to do it now," he whispered. He could feel the hot color in his cheeks, but he gave Chris a smile that was so forlorn that he found himself kissed thoroughly.
Chris was greatly relieved to hear Vin say that it was better. More than that, he saw the desire mixed with the pain in his blue eyes. Damned eyes, told everything the sharpshooter was feeling and they were so damned beautiful with their clear deep blue depths and the lush lashes framing them. Chris was afraid that if he looked in them too long, he'd drown in them. And damned, if he didn't want to. When he saw the vulnerability evidenced in one small smile, Chris couldn't keep from kissing the soft lips anymore.
Chris stayed as still as he could, with Vin melting against him. His kisses were turning his nervous lover's body supple. Finally a small moan deep in Vin's throat gave his cock the go ahead to move. He stroked in and out slowly, each time going in a little deeper and waiting a few seconds before moving back out again.
Vin couldn't believe how good he was feeling right now. The burning pain was gone and in it's place was a sensation he couldn't even begin to describe. His cock was throbbing and weeping and he was losing himself in Chris's kisses. His hands began to move of their own volition, seeking out his lover's satiny skin.
Chris felt the hands move on his back, at the same time as he finally embedded himself completely in that exquisite body. God, there was no way he'd be able to last more than a few minutes. He just hoped he could find that special place inside of Vin, before he lost it.
He found the lotion again and in seconds his hand was coated with the stuff again. He was going to have one soft right hand when they got back to Denver, Chris thought, before he wrapped that hand around his lover again. The gasp he heard told him either the lotion was cold, or Vin liked what he was doing.
Taking that as his cue, Chris began to thrust into the pliant body beneath his. At the same time, he started stroking Vin's cock in time to his own thrusts. When he felt Vin's hips buck, he abandoned the slow stroking and began to pump faster and harder. "Oh God, so good. You're so tight," he managed to get out. Vin couldn't manage any words at all, just a highly erotic mix of growls and moans and whimpers that was spurring Chris on to drive harder yet. He knew he'd hit the spot he was hoping for when he heard a yelp and felt Vin's hot juices shoot out onto his stomach. The spasms deep in Vin's body clenched and tightened and squeezed Chris's cock, until his orgasm was spurting deep into his young lover's receptive warmth.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Chris managed to control himself up long enough to turn to collapse groaning beside Vin, instead of on top of him. They lay there gasping for air in silence. Vin recovered first and turned on his side away from Chris. He needed to figure out what he was feeling and he didn't think he'd be able to do it looking at the older man.
What was he feeling? What had he felt, besides the most intense orgasm he'd ever had, when Chris made love to him. Holy shit! Vin thought in awe. That was it. That's what he had felt, love. When Chris had been inside him, he felt differently then he'd ever felt before. He felt more – more complete. That's what Chris had made him feel, that made this time so much more than it had ever been before.
Chris turned and looked at Vin's back and wondered what he was thinking. Was he sorry? Had it been good for him, or was he disappointed? He wanted to ask, but he sensed that Vin needed some time before he'd be ready to talk. Instead of speaking, Chris spooned in behind him and put his hands on Vin's shoulders. Nuzzling his head into Vin's neck, Chris kissed the softness where his neck and shoulder met. He thought Vin arched his neck a little, to give him easier access, but he couldn't be sure. When he felt Vin's hand slip into his and pull his arm down over the lithe body, he was sure.
Chris was a little surprised to hear Vin speaking, until he realized what the man was asking. An uncertain voice inquired, "Chris, did ya – was it – didya like it?" Vin's voice trailed off and Chris knew that he was blushing, because his neck and his earlobe were bright red. He bit back a laugh at the doubt he heard in the question. How on earth Vin could not know how exciting he was, was beyond Chris. But, he knew that Vin was completely serious. The Texan didn't have a disingenuous bone in his whole body and if he was asking, it was because he didn't know.
He lifted himself up on one elbow and turned Vin towards him until he was on his back. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the slender form and give him a gentle kiss, before he answered his lover. Vin's eyes were lowered, but Chris could see the fading pink color in his cheeks and his heart swelled with affection for this shy man who'd given him so much.
"Vin," he began emotionally. "When I lost Sarah, I never thought anyone would ever be able to make me feel the way she did again. When she touched me, it was like everything I'd ever wanted was right there in my arms. Her touch was incredible. It wasn't just because a beautiful woman was touching me. It was because she was touching me. And I never did feel that way again. Not until tonight. And tonight it didn't just feel good, because I was getting laid. It felt good, because it was you." his voice broke, and he couldn't continue.
Vin met his eyes then, sharing that unspoken communication that was so familiar. He knew that Chris meant what he said. And he knew that tonight was only the first of many such nights to come. Satisfied, he gave Chris a light kiss and rolled over with his back against Chris's stomach. Spooning together, they fell asleep dreaming of their first time.
THE END!