WET DREAMS IV
by Suzannah
Disclaimer: In my mind, the boys are all mine. Everywhere else, they belong to CBS et al.
As he unlocked his apartment door, Vin marveled again at his own orneriness. As he juggled three bags of groceries and his keys and used his foot to kick the door closed behind him. When he reached to flip the deadbolt, a jar of grape jelly toppled out of the bag, connected with the parquet flooring with a shock, and sent a splat of sticky purple muck across his feet and legs, wall and floor."Oh, perfect," he fumed, throwing the remainders of his purchase skittering across the living room floor.
He janked off his boots and jeans and stalked into the kitchen to grab towels, sponge and mop. While he scrubbed at the mess, he fumed inwardly and chided himself out loud at the disaster that was his day.
"If you hadn't mouthed off to Chris, you stupid motherfucker, you wouldn't be standin' here in yer drawers cleaning goddamn stickum offa yer walls. Yer a first-class idiot, Tanner."
He shook his head in self disgust and swiped the back of his hand across his forehead to remove the hair from his eyes. On hands and knees he scrubbed andmopped and replayed in his mind the argument that had left him alone at home when he was supposed to be with Chris, in his apartment, in his bed-he didn't want to think about it.
It had started simply enough. He merely tried to circumvent some ridiculous red tape in the case-reporting process. Chris told him to do the report over. Vin had snatched the papers angrily out of Chris's hands and gone back to his desk and rapidly redone the report. Handing it back over minutes later, he'd muttered something about Chris's heritage. In his typical calm, steely voice Chris had told him to do it again until he got it right, which had the natural consequence of spurring Vin's rising anger at his own ineptitude. He'd told Chris to back off-he'd do it when he was good and ready and if Chris couldn't wait til then, he could just do the damn report himself.
Standing in the middle of the large outer office the six members of Chris's ATF team shared, the older man told him to redo the report and this time he wasn't so quiet about it.
"This is yours to do, Vin. I'm not finishing anything for you, anymore. Now go get it done."
Report writing wasn't his strong suit. Everyone knew it. But Chris didn't have to make an issue out of it in front of the whole damn team. Vin had lost his temper and said something stupid about not needing to work in such a stifling environment. When he got an icy glare instead of the verbal outburst he had tried to provoke, it pissed him off even more and he had delivered the crowning blow by loudly challenging his boss's authority.
Chris got right in his face and seethed. "You saying I'm not in charge here, Tanner?"
Vin glared back.
The blonde man leaned toward him and said firmly, "I'm running this operation. Everyone does what I say. Everyone. That means you, too. Got that?"
Vin spoke between clenched teeth. "You ain't tellin' me to do shit, Larabee." He poked a finger into the taller man's chest. "Shove your goddamn report," he said and stormed out of the office.
Thinking the whole thing over, he was swept by a sudden queasy feeling that was all too familiar. It was the sickening realization that he was entirely wrong but was too proud to back down.
When he was done with his chore, the sharpshooter was as gooey as a walking gluestick. He peeled off the rest of his ruined clothes and got into a steaming shower. Bending his head into the sharp streams of water, he envisioned himself taking a huge bite of humble pie and hated it. But the image of Chris's disillusioned face caused him the greater discomfort. I'll call him, he resolved.
Soon as I'm done here. No, I'll go see him. I'll be contrite. Fuck. I am contrite. I'll admit I'm a stinkin' hothead. I'll admit I've got a real problem. I'll do anything he says, if he'll not hold this against me.
He shut off the water and toweled off, still muttering promises under his breath.
Giving his head a vigorous rub-down, he threw the towel into a heap on the floor and stared at himself in the mirror. With his wet hair in wild disarray around his pinched face he thought he looked like a madman. But his attitude was cut short by a sudden memory of Chris's fingers in his hair after they'd shared a shower, smiling and telling him how great he looked. "Damn, Chris, I'm sorry," he declared softly to his image and turned to walk into the bedroom.
Having good intentions of getting dressed and seeking forgiveness, he was nevertheless overcome by fatigue at the thought of having to admit his failures to the man with the knowing green eyes. The eyes that elicited things from his mouth his brain never even considered. The eyes that could cut him with a glare or seduce with a glance.
Vin sat down forlornly on the edge of his bed then flopped backward sighing. He scrubbed his hands across his weary face and bent one arm behind his head. With the other he reached out to touch the pillow that had just two nights earlier held his lover's blonde head. Slowly, Vin dragged the pillow next to his face and turned to breath deeply from it. He closed his eyes, getting a vivid mental image of the man whose smell permeated the pillow. His body responded like a Pavlovian dog. His cock began to lengthen and thicken as a tingle of arousal played with his insides.
Letting go of the pillow, he slid his hand down his belly. His fingertips brushed through the thicket of curly hair between his thighs, touching the base of his heavy member, which made a small bobbing motion. Vin lightly fingered his length and sucked in his breath sharply as the organ hardened at the slight provocation. He brought his other hand down to cup his tightening balls. Gripping his rod, he stroked it slowly at first, then applying the second hand he built to a quick tempo. As need and desire coursed through his body, Vin let go of himself seconds before his release.
Panting he stared at the ceiling and silently cursed himself. If he'd just learn to keep his mouth shut, he could be doing this with Chris and not all by himself. Self-denial seemed like a good penance, he thought. And it was. For about ten seconds. But his hands had plans of their own and crept back to their pleasurable task.
Their owner groaned at his own weakness and said breathlessly to the ceiling, "Chris, man, I'll never tell you 'no' again."
"I got your word on that, cowboy?"
"Wha--?!" Vin yelped in shock as he leapt to his feet, landing not four feet away from the object of his desire. In the course of three heartbeats, surprise turned to embarrassment, was swept away by anger and replaced by remorse. Ignoring his nakedness in favor of making amends, Vin took a halting step forward. "Chris, I-"
"Not so fast, pard. We got some air to clear here, first."
"Okay, okay," Vin nodded holding up his hands in capitulation. He turned to grab a pair of sweat pants from the back of a chair.
"Hold up, there, Tanner. I didn't say anything about getting dressed."
Vin turned a questioning look to him.
"Get back on the bed."
A smile stole across Vin's mouth as his eyes drifted to the tall man's crotch where a bulge was clearly outlined by tight black jeans.
"And wipe that grin offa your face."
In spite of the taunting tone-or maybe because of it-the sharpshooter felt his flagging erection begin to revive. Obediently he climbed onto the bed, stretching out on his back, hands behind his head. He kept his eyes on his boss.
"Why don't you come join me?" he offered, unable to resist another glance at Chris's pants.
"Why don't you learn to do as you're told?" Chris said gruffly, arms crossed against his chest as he continued to stand in the doorway. "Get back to what you were doing," he said with a nod of his chin.
"Hhhhh." The air escaped Vin's chest like a popped balloon. "You ain't serious."
"As a heart attack. Get back to it."
"I..Idon't thinkI can," Vin squirmed, bring his arms down to cross his chest protectively.
"Why the hell not?"
"Chris" Vin looked at him pleadingly.
"So, what you're saying is 'no.' Is that right?"
"No. I mean, yes, but--" If Chris wanted him to be amorous, this was not the way to go about it, Vin thought, stealing a peek at his again-limp organ. He was starting to get mad.
Chris took a couple of steps toward the bed and glared at the stubborn man. Waving a hand in the general direction of the bed, he said, "Just what were you thinking of, anyway? Seemed to be having a mighty effect on you."
"You, you damn sonofabitch. I was thinking of you." He'd blurted it out before thinking. Typical. He winced inwardly but then was rewarded when he saw that the blonde man flinched. Maybe he could turn this around.
But Chris quickly regained his composure and went back on the offensive. "And thinking of me, made you want to jerk off?" he asked like it was a novel idea.
"No, thinkin' of you made me wish I could blow myself" Vin smiled seductively and ran his hand up and down his torso then let it come to rest on his thigh. "but I ain't that flexible." He arched an eyebrow at Chris. "Wanna take over?"
The older man shifted his weight and, Vin noticed smugly, tried to ease his discomfort without actually touching his jeans. Taking a shaky breath, Chris exhaled and said, "Like I said, I'm done finishing things for you. You started it, you take care of it."
Shit! Vin didn't know if he could do this. But he'd be damned--and probably real embarrassed--before he'd say 'no' again to this man and give him that satisfaction. "Yer the boss," he said insolently.
"And don't you forget it. Now get to it--and tell me what you were thinkin' exactly," demanded the blonde man in a throaty voice.
"No way!"
Chris squinted at the tracker daring him to be defiant.
Vin closed his eyes and sighed thinking he'd surely suffered more humiliating moments. He just couldn't think of what they were right now. "Well," he began resignedly, lifting his cock to lay on his abdomen and stroking it lightly with the tips of his long fingers, "I was thinking of you running your hands through my hair after a shower and tracing the water drops down my sides"
Vin massaged his muscular chest and lean hips with one hand while continuing to touch his hardening organ with the other. And I was thinking of you kissing me and feeling your whiskery face press into mine and how much it hurts and feels so fuckin' good when your tongue slips into my mouth and how I love to suck on it while you're feelin' me all over and I'm feelin' you"
Vin rocked his hips slightly and tightened the fingers of one hand around the base of his penis, slowly stroking along its shaft with the other. He inhaled deeply and exhaled then continued his soliloquy. "I imagined you taking my balls in your warm hands and playing with them--just right" He tented his legs and reached between them to cup his sac. "before sucking each one in to your wet mouth."
It was so quiet except for his own words and deafening heartbeat that Vin opened one eye to see if maybe he'd been left alone. On the contrary, he discovered that the lawman had removed his shirt and shoes and was clad only in very tight black jeans and a muscle undershirt. Vin realized this wasn't going to be so difficult after all.
"Go on," Chris demanded in a harsh voice.
Vin smiled inwardly. "Well," he drawled again and closed his eyes, "I was thinking that you'd let that tongue of yours lick my dick up and down and up." He enveloped the organ in question with both hands and indicated his thought process by their actions. And then swirl it all around the top and into this," Vin slid his fingertip across the cleft in the head of his cock and up to catch a small drop of fluid that oozed from the tiny opening. And across this." His finger spread the droplet all around the head of the shaft, and he moaned at the very real sensations he was causing himself.
He heard Larabee unzip his pants and opened his eyes. Dear God in heaven, look at this man, he thought. And, as if hearing Vin's silent praise, Chris came to stand at the edge of the bed and pulled his undershirt over his head then pushed his pants down to the floor and stepped out of them. His erection was solid and so near Vin's hungry mouth, he thought he would explode at that moment. He licked his lips and moved his head closer to the edge of the bed.
The older man made a small backward movement and Vin looked up at him with begging eyes.
"Finish what you were doing," he commanded. Then he softened his tone and chided, "You never want to finish the difficult tasks." He moved down the side of the bed and gently pulled on Vin's legs until he'd turned the reclining man around so that his ass was near the edge of the bed and his legs dangled off. Chris stood between his legs, but didn't touch him, or himself. Just stood there and stared. "Tell me more," he said and this time there was blatant lust in his tone and in his eyes.
Vin could hardly contain his excitement and when he spoke his voice was barely more than a whisper. "I was picturin' you standing in front of me buck-nekked with your cock strainin' to get inside of me" He resumed pumping his full shaft. "And me liftin' my ass, parting myself, beggin' you to give it to me." Vin soaked up as much as his eyes could take of his lover full of need just inches away and stroked and pulled at himself with a growing frenzy.
"Then what?" Chris hissed, swaying in his spot, watching with fascination as Vin brought himself to near-delirium.
"Then," Vin croaked out between clenched teeth, "you pound me with every inch ya got and - grab - hold - of - me - like - this - and - fuck me - and - pump me." Vin's hands squeezed and pumped furiously at his length and he grimmaced with the effort of reaching ecstacy. "God, Chris! Touch me! Please - please," he begged as his body convulsed with the extreme pleasure of release and his milky seed shot upward and covered his chest.
He lay sweating and dripping with his own cum, and let his arms flop to his sides, which heaved, searching for enough oxygen. His eyes closed then fluttered open at the movement between his knees.
"Now, I'll touch you, cowboy," Chris whispered leaning over him so that their torsos melded. He placed a soft kiss on the breathless lips beneath. "Now."
Then he stood, lifted Vin's legs, and did as he'd been told.
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"You surprise me," Chris confided shortly afterward as they lay together.
"How so?"
"Didn't think you'd do that for me."
"Yer the boss, ain't ya?" Vin said softly, rolling over to lay partly on top of Chris and stared deeply into his eyes. "Yer in charge, right?"
"Sure," Chris murmured.
"So," Vin said, outlining Chris's lips with his fingertips. "What do you want me to do next?"
THE END