WET DREAMS II
(Part two of Wish you were here)
by Wendy
What the hell am I doin'? Vin rebuked himself as he pulled himself from his fantasy with Chris. Damn it Tanner, he cursed as hands jerked away from his body as if they had been burnt. what the hell were ya thinkin'? Stupid! he continued to berate himself. Realizing he still hadn't taken the bath he had come for, Vin walked over to the porcelain tub. Stepping into the warm water, the tracker started to scrub at his body in a attempt to clean his guilty thoughts from his skin.+ + + + + + +
Chris gratification didn't last long as his guilt at leering at his best friend seared his heart. He had wanted to be honest with Vin, tell him the truth about how he felt, but instead, what did he do? He hid behind a wall; behind a lie. Checking the peephole again, Chris saw Vin's eyes becoming heavy as the water seemed to ease his body and he appeared to be drifting to sleep. Waiting for the blue eyes to stay closed, Chris opened softly opened the door and was about to make his escape.
"Chris."
It was a whisper, but it froze the gunfighter in his tracks. His heart threatened to pound out of his chest as he dreaded to face the now open and accusing blue eyes.
"Mmmm." the voice sighed, "Oh please, Chris."
The voice was not reproaching him as he had first feared; his name was being carried on the lilt of passion.
Taking a deep breath, Chris slowly turned and was more than surprised to see that Vin's eyes were still closed.
"Chris."
The tracker appeared to be murmuring the words in his sleep, the water rippling at his chest as Vin chest heaved up and down.
"Mmm..." he sighed again
<Can't be. Vin's dreamin' of me?"> Chris wondered as he glanced to the escape of the doorway and back to the naked, sighing young man in the bath. He knew he had to get out of the room before he did something that he would regret even more than watching Vin through the damn peephole.
Forcing himself to leave, Chris made his way to the door, he was about pull the latch when a question was asked.
"Am I dreamin'?"
Chris stopped in mid-action, as he felt the blue eyes burning through his clothes into his soul. With his heart threatening to stop at any minute, the gunfighter garnered all his courage and turned around. "Do ya wanna be?"
Vin had thought he was having a vision as he had slowly opened his eyes to see the gunfighter in the room with him. He hoped, if it was a dream that he never woke up. "If yer a vision, don't wake me up. If yer not a vision, if yer real Chris Larabee, you'd betta walk out that door,"
Chris' whole body shook as if he had been slapped as Vin's words reached him and his trembling hand reached for the lock.
"Cause, if yer stay, I'm never letting yer go again."
A shuddering sigh past Chris' lips as the reality of what Vin was saying sunk in.
"Are ya sure, Vin?" Chris asked as he took a few cautious steps toward the tracker.
"Never been to sure of much in my life, but this--yeah, I'm sure cowboy. Wanna scrub my back?" he winked at the older man.
"Pretty damn sure of yerself there pard," Chris smiled as he stepped closer, his feet feeling like they were floating on air.
"Na," Vin answered leaning forward as he held the cloth out for Chris. "Just figured if it was a vision, I had nothin' to lose and if it wasn't, I had a whole lot more to gain."
"And what would that be?" Chris grinned as he took the cloth of the younger man and kneeled down beside the tub began to wash Vin's back.
"Getting me back washed for a start," Vin chuckled.
Dipping the cloth into the water, Chris slowly began to stroke the wet material across Vin's back. He was spellbound as he watched the water trickle down the tracker's unblemished skin.
"Chris?"
The spell was broken as Vin's voice broke through the trance. "Yer getting yer shirt wet, cowboy. May be yer should take it off." Vin advised.
Looking down at his arms, Chris could see Vin was right his sleeves up to his elbows were soaked.
Dropping the cloth into the water, the gunfighter started for his buttons, when Vin's hands darted out of the water.
"Let me do that," he smiled as he maneuvered himself in the tub so that he was partially facing Chris. Taking hold of the first button, Vin kept eye contact with his future lover, "How long were yer here?"
"Long enough," Chris croaked.
Vin stopped and asked again, "How long were yer here?"
"When ya came in," Chris flushed as he answered.
Vin smiled and started on the second button, "Where were ya?"
"In the closet," he answered as he drown in the blue eyes.
Third button. "Could yer see me?"
"Yeh," Sinking forever in blue.
Fourth button. "All of me?"
"Yeh," Chris answered noting the blush on Vin's face, even though the tracker tried to hide it.
As Vin leaned forward to undo the last button, he moved his face closer to Chris. Both men stared in silence as the tracker slipped the black shirt back off the older man's shoulders. "Did yer like what yer saw cowboy?"
Chris shook himself free from the shirt and read his hand around to the nape of Vin's neck, "I wanted to be the one touchin' ya Vin. Can I touch ya?" he asked as pulled the young man's head toward him.
Vin's heart was thumping so loudly, he though it would shake the room. He felt Chris' hand draw him closer and their lips dissolved into one. Their kiss was at first a touch of exploration and discovery, but as their passion grew it became a hunger. Their lips parted allowing their tongues to search each other out. Everything was said and understood in that first kiss.
Breaking for air, they both stared breathlessly at each other, before Chris gestured to the tub. "As much as ya look real nice in there and all Vin, I think we would be a lot more comfortable on Ez's bed over there."
A small chuckle slipped past Vin's lips as he looked down at his wet body, "I suppose I could be sorta' slippery to getta hold of."
Not waiting for anything to change Vin's mind, Chris jumped up and grabbed a towel and rushed toward the now standing tracker.
Vin held out his hand to take the towel but Chris stood just out of his reach as his eyes ranged freely up and down the young man's body.
"Yer enjoying yerself there cowboy?" Vin asked.
Chris smiled as he took one more admiring look and begrudgingly handed the towel over. "Ya bet I am."
Vin began to wipe at his body as he stepped from the tub. Moving closer to Chris, he leaned into the gunfighter's ear. "I thought yer had enough of lookin'?" he teased as nipped at Chris' earlobe.
"I have at that Tanner," he said growled as he grabbed at the tracker and gently but firmly backed him to the bed.
Vin allowed himself to pushed back on to Ezra's bed as Chris began to explore Vin's body with his hands and mouth. Moaning, the tracker went weak under the older man's attack. The gunfighter's mouth leaving a trail of fire as he moved down the tracker's chest.
"Oh God, Chris," Vin groaned. This was his dream becoming reality and he thought he was going to lose it again without Chris having to do anything else to him.
Vin arched into his lover's kisses and a sharp gasp escaped his throat as Chris worked his way down to his hard shaft.
"Chris!"
Chris stopped and smiled, before taking Vin as deeply as he could, into his throat. As he sucked on Vin, his hand reached down to release his own throbbing member from the confines of his jeans.
"Chris, I need to touch ya, please," Vin begged as he his body obeyed its own laws and pushed up into Chris mouth.
Reluctantly letting go, Chris quickly slipped out of the rest of his clothes and climbed back on to the bed and took Vin's lips in a bruise forming kiss.
Vin writhed underneath Chris, as he felt the older man's kiss branding him for life. The tracker's hands began some exploration of their own as the tweaked and rubbed at the gunfighters nipples. Just about to hone in on the hard member he felt pressing into his side, Vin felt Chris' weight leave him.
"Now where was I?" Chris grinned as he disappeared downward.
"Chris?" Vin pushed his head back into the mattress as his groin pushed back up into the warm mouth that engulfed him again.
"Shit! Chris..."
Chris savored the taste as he took Vin's harden member back into his mouth, deep-throating him as his hand stroked Vin's chest. He sucked and traced his tongue along the length of the vein on the underside, as Vin arched instinctively, trying to get farther inside his lover's mouth. Chris could feel that the tracker was close, so he sped up his movements, and began to suck Vin for all it was worth.
Unable to hold it any longer, Vin released himself into Chris accepting mouth, "Hell! Damn! Chris!"
Chris moved lovingly up Vin's body with his mouth and tongue. His hands feeling every part of his new lover's body. "Yer mine now, Vin." he vowed, he breathing coming hard and fast as he his own need for release ached at his groin.
Vin managed to nod as he stared dreamingly at the man hovering over him.
Chris' stroke moved down toward the younger man's ass gently probed between the cheeks.
Vin whimpered, but smiled as Chris's finger slid into him and he couldn't believe it but Chris was starting to ignite a fire in him again. "More Chris," Vin pleaded as he pushed on to more of his lover's fingers and spread his legs wide, inviting Chris between them.
Chris consumed Vin's mouth as he slid between the tracker's thighs gently pushing the young man's legs up. Using the moisture from his own throbbing shaft, Chris moved gently at the edge of Vin's entry.
Blue eyes glared at him, "More now!" Vin demanded as he pushed down on Chris, forcing the gunfighter to enter him.
Chris smiled he thrusted into Vin's accepting body. When he realized that Vin was aroused again, Chris lowered himself so his belly rubbed at his lover's growing erection.
"Yer like that Vin?" Chris craved an answer as his own blood boiled in his veins. "Yer want to show me how much?"
"Hell yes," Vin hissed through clenched teeth. He could feel Chris taking him, lunging in and out of him and when he hit that certain spot inside, Vin though he was going to shout the roof down.
"Chrissss..."
"Oh God Vin.....Vin..."
Vin reached for Chris' mouth, taking him in a soul claiming kiss. The shift in position and the taste of himself in Chris' mouth was enough for Vin, and he came again.
Nothing was more important to Chris at this moment than he and Vin and he let himself go, coming at the same instant as his lover.
Collapsing on top of his young lover, Chris thought he was going to die with pleasure. He tried to lift his weight off the younger man, but Vin refused to remove his arms from his lover's back.
"Vin," Chris entreated the blue eyes that stared at him with such love. "I'm heavy."
"Not for me. I'd say yer just about right." Vin smiled as wiggled under him as he moved in brushing his lips against Chris', seducing the older man into opening his mouth so his tongue could gain entry. Suddenly breaking away, Vin stared into the startled green eyes, "Just what were yer doin' in the closet, while yer were watchin' me?"
THE END