WET DREAMS III
Even after an hour long workout, Vin was still pissed. He shoved through the gym's door towards the locker room muttering under his breath all the way. "He had no right, what the fuck was he thinking. God damn you Chris, why?" He slammed his locker shut after retrieving his bag. It contained all he needed for a shower and clean sweat pants and shirt.He continued on to the shower room, throwing his bag at the wall. "Damn you, damn you," was all he could get out. He stripped off his clothes, his mind wandering back over the meeting with teams two and nine.
"So you see, we need one more person for this job. So Chris, can we have Tanner?" John Martin, team two's leader was short a skilled shooter for the bust that evening. He called an emergency meeting with Larabee, Tanner, Morgan, and Wallace. Between Larabee and Morgan, he figured one of the two leader's would loan him a sharpshooter.
"Sorry John, can't use Vin tonight. We're almost at the critical point in the case we have, and I can't risk it. Not when we're this close."
Martin looked over at Tom Morgan, "can we borrow Wallace then?"
"Sure Tom, no problem, we're still pushing pencils this week from our last assignment. Wallace here will be happy to give you a hand. Hell, this is a big case. Right Wallace?"
"Got that right, Tom. Sorry Vin, guess this one's all mine,"
With that, the meeting broke up and Vin stormed off to the ATF gym. He was pissed. He was the best sharpshooter in the Denver office . Hell he was the ATF's best, period. It was common knowledge. And Chris just kept him from being on an easy bust, a high profile one at that. Why, they were at least a week away from any action on the case they had. There was no reason. So he stormed off to the gym, and tried to beat his anger out on a punching bag.
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When an hour of punching and kicking didn't cool him off, he decided to quit. He'd shower, get dressed and head home. He'd wait for Chris to come home, and then he would demand that Chris explain it to him.
As he stood under the multiple water jets in the communal shower, Vin found his thoughts straying back to Chris. His long hard body, his green eyes, cold to so many, but so warm to him, is tight ass. Vin let a hand drift down towards his cock, which was already hard. He began to slowly run his fingers up and down the length. He stopped to caress his balls, wishing that Chris was here with him.
He was wishing that it was Chris's hand, or better yet, his mouth that was sliding up and down his hard shaft. Slowly, then a little faster. As his fingers played with the underside of his erection, he leaned his head into the water. His hair hung wet around his face, the water cascading down his back, to run off his firm ass. He pulled his body upright and let the water spray over his chest, down his abs, and add to the pleasure at his groin.
He wrapped his hand firmly around the base of his cock and began to run it up and down his length. Faster and tighter as images of Chris floated through his mind. With his other hand he played with a nipple. All the time his mind feeling Chris's hand, Chris's mouth, on his body. His body tensed up, as he neared climax. As his orgasm began, he couldn't stop himself from saying the words out loud. "oh Chris ... Chris... hmmm... s'good."
"Be even better if I were in there with you pard."
Vin spun around, embarrassed and mad as hell at the same time. "How long have you been there?" he angrily asked.
"Long enough," was Chris's reply as he removed his tie, socks and shoes and walked into the shower. "I looked everywhere for you, I wanted to explain." He said as he stepped closer to Vin, the spray from the many shower heads getting him wet as he approached.
Vin straightened up, watching as Chris walked into the shower, fully dressed. Oblivious to the fact that his pants and shirt were getting soaked.
"I tried to find you outside, the break room, the cafeteria. When I couldn't find you anywhere, I came here. Saw you beating the crap out of the bag, decided to wait in here, till you cooled off. Heard you come in, still mad. I figured I'd wait till after you showered. Couldn't help myself, decided to watch. Then I saw you touch your self, heard you said my name."
Chris stopped, he reached out with his arms to pull Vin into an embrace. "I had plans for us tonight, special ones, I....I....wouldn't give that up. I'm sorry, it was selfish."
Vin looked at him, in that silent way they had, he saw that Chris was telling the truth, he stepped into the embrace. "Ah shit, I'm sorry Chris, I know better to think that you'd hold me back. I shouldn't have stormed out like that."
Chris pulled Vin tight against his body, gently fingered his hair, and began to nibble on his neck. "S'ok pard.... let's go home. We can shower again, together, then get ready. I made reservations for that new fancy Tex-Mex restaurant that over looks the mountains. Window table. We'll have a nice dinner and then go home, for dessert. Sound good to you," he questioned as his tongue probed Vin's ear.
Without giving Vin a chance to reply, he captured his mouth in a kiss. Their tongues teased each other's mouth, as their hands caressed what ever body parts they could reach. Chris cupped Vin's ass and squeezed, while Vin ran his hands, up and down, from the top of Chris's shoulders to his butt.
Vin broke the kiss, and looked up at his lover smiling. "Sounds great, but Chris, your suit, it's wet. How the hell are we going to get you out of here?"
THE END