WET DREAMS XII
by Tracy
"Son of a bitch!" Vin Tanner cursed as the lights went out and the elevator he was riding in creaked to a stop.The storm that had kept him up most of the night continued its unabated thrashing of Denver well into the morning hours. Vin had driven into work in the pouring rain, steering around downed wires and trees on the way to the ATF offices. Only Chris's Ram had been in the parking lot ahead of his, as usual, and he'd rushed into the building, wanting a chance to talk to the older man before the rest of the team got in.
And now, here he was, in a dark elevator, stopped near the eighth floor.
The emergency lights flashed on, bathing the elevator in dim, shadowy light. He picked up the emergency call phone, but the line was dead. "Great, a power outage," he muttered to himself.
He pressed the red emergency button, listening as the alarm sounded in the silent building, knowing there was no one in the building yet to hear him. No one except Chris, and he was three floors up.
"Shit!" he cursed again, backing into a corner of the elevator and sliding down the wall, so he could sit. "Might as well be as comfortable as I can," he thought to himself miserably. God, he really hated small spaces.
He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but it was no use. He was just too tense and the elevator seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. Breathing heavily now and breaking out into a light sweat, he stood up and began to pace around the tiny perimeter.
"Calm down Tanner! Settle down! You're an ATF agent for Chrissakes!" he berated himself as he frantically circled the small space.
He threw himself back into the corner, looking around the area with despair as he gasped for air. "This is gettin' me nowhere," he mumbled. "I've got to settle down, got to figure out a way to calm down."
And then he smiled. He knew the perfect stress reliever.
Unzipping his faded jeans, he caressed his penis and soon had it bulging against the boxer briefs encasing it. He slumped down onto the floor and released the rigid flesh from the constraining cotton underwear.
Soon, he was no longer supine on the hard bottom of the elevator, but was instead laying on the beach, the bright sun beating down on his naked body as he reclined in the surf at the water's edge. Gentle fingers of water lapped at his erection, surrounding it in warmth, coating it with salt water. It was a fantasy he concocted years ago, and had become his favorite scenario for self-fulfillment.
In his imagination, a faceless, tall, slim blonde in a snug black speedo slowly walked to the water, and made his way over to Vin. He spread Vin's legs as he knelt in front of him, and leaned down to capture his hardened flesh in his lips, then looked up at Vin as he worked the stiffened member in and out of his mouth. Vin jumped and gasped as the face of the man materialized and he realized it was Chris he was seeing in his dream.
Before that, the man in his fantasy had been a faceless apparition. Now, it was Chris Larabee's mouth, tongue and lips that were so expertly bringing the sharpshooter to satisfaction.
"Vin!"
"Chris.....Chris...." Vin moaned and writhed as he tightened his fist around his throbbing cock. 'This was getting better and better,' he thought to himself. 'Now the vision is talking to me and it sounds just like Chris.'
"Vin! Jesus, what's going on down there!"
Vin's eyes shot open at the same instant that Chris jumped down from the small opening at the top of the car and landed in the elevator.
The horrified sharpshooter sat up quickly, as his boss stared down at him, taking in the younger man's position and state of undress silently.
"Uh, the power went out and I...."
Chris kneeled down in front of Vin, pressing him back down onto the floor.
"And you what Vin?" he asked coyly, licking his lips as he eyed Vin's flagging erection.
"I, uh, I thought I'd..." Vin lamely tried to finish.
"You thought you'd do this?" Chris asked hoarsely, as he reached out and ran his hand down Vin's cock.
"Chris!' Vin shouted, jumping with surprise at the older man's touch.
"Or maybe this?" Chris whispered, as he leaned forward with parted lips and took every inch of Vin into his mouth.
"Oh my God!" Vin yelped, then bucked his hips forward, unable to help himself.
As quickly as Chris had sucked Vin into his mouth, he released him.
"I wanna watch you Vin," he coaxed. "Finish what you started. Let me see you do it."
"No," Vin protested. "No way, Chris."
"Do it Vin," Chris whispered into the younger man's ear, licking and nipping at it as he spoke.
"Nooo," Vin shivered, "just take me in your mouth like you did before....please."
"Sorry Vin, not 'til you do what I want," Chris said, his lips working their way down to his neck, biting at the soft flesh. He began to stroke Vin slowly, then slid down and kissed the weeping head of his cock.
"Do it Vin, you know you want to."
"Chris...." Vin moaned.
The older man smiled. "I'll even help you Vin," he stated, then took Vin's hand and placed it on his cock, covering it with his own, then moving it up and down rapidly. He kissed Vin deeply as their two hands worked in unison.
"How does that feel Vin? You like it?"
The younger man was too enraptured to speak. A moment later, his aching, burning flesh exploded, shooting hot fluid into both their hands.
Vin sagged back against the wall, watching as Chris cleaned his hand, then his own with a handkerchief. He made a move to push himself back into his jeans, when Chris pushed him back. The older man descended on his wet cock, licking the last of his essence from the organ, then gently tucked it into his underwear and pulled up his jeans. The power surged back on as Vin buttoned them up. He accepted Chris's hand, allowing the older man to pull him to his feet, just as the elevator door opened on the eighth floor, revealing the surprised face of a security guard.
"Thought I heard something," the guard said.
"Yep, stuck in that damn elevator, was wondering if we were ever getting out of there," Chris growled.
"Sorry about that Agent Larabee," the man apologized. "I need to go down to the first floor, but you go on up to eleven first, I'll catch the next one," he offered.
"Forget it," Chris said, stepping off the elevator, Vin at his heels. "We'll take the stairs up the rest of the way."
The two men walked up the stairs silently. At the 11th floor, Chris grabbed Vin and leaned him against the door, pressing his lips and body to his. "Vin, that was.....a surprise," he said quietly. "And I was wondering if maybe you wanted to do that again sometime."
"In the elevator?"
"Well, I was thinking more like at the ranch, or at your apartment, but if you really liked the elevator...." Chris said with a grin.
"Next time I'm watchin' you," Vin promised, crushing his lips to Chris's as the lights flickered, then extinguished as the power throughout downtown Denver shut off once more.
THE END