ATF Alternate Univers
The phone rang just as he was stepping into the shower. JD paused, undecided, before finally sighing in exasperation and padding out into the other room to answer it. He ignored the water dripping from his right leg onto the tile floor of the kitchen. It needed to be mopped, anyway.
"Hello." This better not be someone wanting to know if he was satisfied with his long distance service.
"Hey kid."
"Buck? Aren't you supposed to be on an airplane right now? Oh geez. You ain't calling from one, are you? Cause last time it wound up costing us over a hundred bucks." JD paused for breath. It wasn't often that he got to lecture the older man and he intended to take full advantage of the opportunity.
"Well, that's just it, JD. ain't no airplanes going anywhere right now. Heavy fog has 'em all grounded. So it looks like I'm gonna be staying here another day."
"I..." But Buck continued speaking, ignoring JD's attempt to offer his opinion on the situation.
"And that hundred bucks was well worth it, son. So you can just save your breath, cause I'd do it again in a hot second. You never had such a welcome as I got from Laurie that day." Buck sighed in satisfaction at the memory.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then, Buck." JD was strangely subdued as he glanced out the window at the dark sky and the gathering storm clouds. Not even bothering to respond to his roommate's needling.
Buck failed to notice, preoccupied as he was with the flight attendant who'd just walked by, casting him a provocative look over her shoulder as she passed.
"Ok, kid. I'll call you later." Buck hung up the phone and hurried after the tall blonde with the legs up to there.
"Sure, Buck. Later." JD stared glumly at the receiver for a moment , before placing it back on the cradle. He shivered a bit as he hurried back into the bathroom. From far off he could hear the ominous rumble of thunder. He turned on the shower radio, hoping to drown out the sound. He stepped back into the shower just as the phone rang for the second time.
Cursing, JD grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He stomped out into the kitchen and grabbed the phone.
"Hello." he said, unable to keep a note of annoyance out of his tone.
"Did I catch you at a bad time, JD?" It was Chris Larabee.
"Uh...no. Sorry. I thought you were gonna be someone else." JD wasn't afraid of Chris exactly, but he was a little in awe of him. He'd never met a man quite like the silent, dark souled leader of Team 7.
"I'm sorry for the short notice, JD. But I'm afraid I have to cancel on you boys tonight. Something to do with little Billy Travis. So Ezra will have to be content with fleecing the rest of you out of your paychecks." Chris was looking forward to whatever it was he was doing tonight. JD could tell. Not that JD blamed him. Mary Travis was awful pretty and her son was a nice kid. Who wouldn't prefer their company over that of a bunch of loud, obnoxious guys that you saw all the time anyway?
"Sure, Chris. See you Monday." JD sighed as he hung up the phone. He hated to admit it, cause it made him feel like the kid everyone always called him, but he really enjoyed it when Chris hung out with them. The older man was so experienced, so confident. Made JD feel like there must be something good about him if Chris was willing to spend time socializing outside of work. Something besides knowing how to program a computer.
He hadn't taken more than three steps when the ringing of the phone stopped him in his tracks.
"Hello?" he groaned, turning back to pick up the phone. This time he hoped it was the long distance people.
"Mr. Dunne, I presume? What a charming greeting that was. Have you been practicing?" Ezra's voice drawled in his ear. The sound always made JD feel like someone had dipped his ear in maple syrup.
"Practicing what? I just said hello. Oh never mind. What do you want?" Talking to Ezra sometimes was like trying to walk through quicksand.
"I merely wished to tender my utmost regets. It seems I will be unable to attend our weekly poker extravaganza this evening. Something has come up which requires my personal attention." Insincerity shone in every word.
"Found a game with higher stakes, Ezra? Or friends with more money?" JD asked a trifle waspishly. He was cold and the sound of thunder was making him shake, despite his best efforts.
"Why, JD. You wound me with your accusations. It so happens that Mother has dropped in unexpectedly, bringing a few people along with her. Surely you don't think I should be so impolite as to abandon them on their first night here, in a strange city?" The southern agent didn't fool JD for a moment. He hung up the phone, wrapping the towel more securely around his waist. He got halfway to the bathroom this time before the phone rang.
"Hello?" It came out through gritted teeth.
"You ain't sick are you, JD? You sound kind of funny." The young man could almost see Nathan Jackson's concerned frown as he asked the question.
"No. I ain't sick, Nate. What's up?" But JD had a feeling he already knew the answer.
"Rain came into town unexpectedly. Got the weekend off and decided to surprise me." The happiness was apparent in the ex-medic's voice. Heck, JD would be happy too, if he had a girl as beautiful as Rain coming into town and surprising him. He hardly ever saw Casey. And she was right here in the same city! But there was always finals or some lecture or a sorority thing going on. Things JD didn't have a place in.
"There's always next week, Nathan. Tell Rain I said hi." JD hung up the phone and then folded his arms. Waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of staring at the phone, waiting for it to ring, he turned and took a hesitant step towards the shower. Then another. And another. Til he was at the bathroom door. Then the phone rang.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" JD raced into the kitchen, bare feet slipping and sliding on the slick tile.
"Vin or Josiah. I know. I know. You ain't coming. You got to stay home and clean your gun or talk to God or something." JD knew he sounded half crazy, but he couldn't help it.
"Well now, son. God hasn't actually spoken to me yet today, but he has been mighty kind to this old sinner, nonetheless. You ever hear of a play called Getting Gertie's Garters?" Josiah sounded reverent as he spoke the name of the play. The one JD had never heard of.
"I have to go, JD." Josiah didn't even wait for him to answer. "Wouldn't want to miss the opening act. Not of this divine comedy." Josiah sounded half crazy himself, JD thought, as he grumpily hung up the phone. He stalked off towards the shower. If Vin called, he could darn well talk to the answering machine. JD wasn't answering any more phones tonight!
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The phone rang just as Vin had closed the front door behind him. He stifled the curse as he caught sight of little Maria in the hall. Unlocking the door, he walked back inside, picking up the phone just as the answering machine went off.
"Tanner here."
"Vin, I'm glad I caught you. No need to pick me up at the office. I won't be able to make the game. It seems little Billy is going to be starring in the school play tonight. The lead kid came down with a bad case of laryngitis. He called a few minutes ago and invited me to come watch him." Chris hesitated. "I couldn't say no." The ATF leader spoke quietly. His son, Adam, would have probably been very like young Billy Travis. Only Chris would never get to watch him star in any play. Or do anything else for that matter.
"Course you couldn't, cowboy." Vin agreed. "Tell little Billy to break a leg for me." Vin slowly hung up the phone, feeling a bit abandoned and angry at himself for feeling that way. It just seemed sometimes, that despite having the best friends a man could ask for, he was still alone. Lonely.
Awwww geez, Tanner. Throw yourself a pity party why don't you? Vin snorted at his own foolishness and once again left his apartment, making sure the door was locked tight.
He'd pick up a bottle of whiskey and bring it over to Buck and JD's place. He and the others, minus Chris, would drink and lose half their paychecks to Ez and everything would be ok again.
He shivered as he climbed into his jeep. He could hear the thunder in the distance and hoped he could make it over to his friends' place before it started raining. He hated getting wet.
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This time it was the doorbell that interrupted his shower. His lukewarm shower, since most of the hot water had been used while he was on the phone. Rinsing the last of the soap out of his hair, JD turned the water off and reached for a towel. Giving himself a quick all over swipe, he grabbed the clean pair of sweats and tshirt off the counter and quickly got dressed.
JD threw open the front door to find a very wet, very annoyed Vin Tanner standing outside.
"Vin? You're here." JD was so relieved he could've almost kissed the sharpshooter.
"What are you talkin' about, JD? I'm here every Friday. Same as everyone else." Vin shook the water out of his hair and glowered as he pushed past JD, stripping off his coat as he did so.
"Uh Vin... There are no others." JD pushed a lock of wet hair out of his face.
"I'm the first one here?" Vin spoke absently, most of his attention focused on drying his hair with the semi clean towel he'd found draped over a chair.
"Yep. First one and last one. The others called", JD paused to cast a vicious glare at the now silent phone, "they can't make it tonight."
"Oh." Vin sounded rather deflated. It seemed that everyone had found something better to do on a Friday night. Everyone but him. And the kid. Hell.
"You wanna watch a movie or something?" JD tried not to sound as desperately eager for company as he felt.
"Sure." Vin sighed and went to pour himself a bottle of whiskey. Wasn't like he had anything better to do.
"Pour me some, willya?" JD requested, watching the sharpshooter drink down the glass.
After one startled look, Vin silently complied. JD seemed a bit jumpy tonight. Kept lookin' out the window. Maybe the sharpshooter wasn't the only one feeling a little squirelly this evening.
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"What do you want to watch, Vin?" JD was pawing through his and Buck's extensive video library as he spoke.
"You got any old westerns or anything? I'm kinda partial to those." Vin sprawled back on the couch, whiskey and a package of Oreo cookies on the table beside him. It wasn't only women that had their comfort foods. And drinks.
"Tons. You like The Duke? Or I have Butch and Sundance or Shane or High Noon or..."
"Geez, JD. Just pick one or we'll be here all night." Vin laughed. He should've known. The kid was an inveterate western junkie. He'd almost burst with pride when their ATF team had jokingly been dubbed The Magnificent Seven.
"Ok. Ok. This one is great. You'll..." A sudden flash of lightning lit up the sky, bright enough to be clearly seen through the slats of the blinds. It was followed by a crack of thunder so loud that it shook the room. The lights flickered and went out. JD made a funny little moaning sound. Vin could hear him scrabbling around on the floor.
"JD?" he said softly, letting his eyes adjust to the sudden darkness.
"Vin? Where are you? You're still here, aren't you?" There was fear in the young man's voice.
"Right here, JD. Where do you keep your flashlights?" Vin spoke soothingly, as if JD were a skittish horse.
The young agent took a deep breath. "In the drawer in the kitchen. By the stove."
"I'll go get one. You just stay right there." Vin could make out the shadowy shape of his companion, huddled on the floor with his knees drawn up to his chest.
"No. I'll come." There was the sound of scrambling feet and then Vin felt JD stumble against him.
Together, the two men made their way into the kitchen and retrieved a flashlight. JD visibly relaxed once they turned it on.
"You got any oil lamps or anything?" Vin asked. The two flashlights they had didn't give off much light.
"Yeah. I have one. It was my...Mom's." JD motioned for Vin to follow him and then led the way upstairs to his bedroom.
Vin aimed his flashlight in the direction of the bureau where JD was carefully lighting a beautiful, old fashioned hurricane lamp. The kind you saw in museums and stuff.
"It's beautiful, JD." The sharpshooter spoke in a near whisper.
"Thanks. It's about the only thing I have of hers." The lamp cast a cozy glow over the room, making it seem warm and inviting.
"You're lucky." Vin sounded slightly wistful and JD glanced surreptitiously at the sharpshooter. Vin probably didn't have anything of his Mother's. Probably not even the memory of her face anymore. JD felt a surge of protectiveness towards the older man. It was a strange feeling.
"Let's go." JD carefully picked up the lamp and started walking towards the door. Vin silently followed.
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The two men returned to the den where JD placed the lamp on a table before sitting down on the floor and leaning back against the couch.
"Now what do you wanna do?" JD asked brightly. Trying to mask the fear he felt clawing inside.
"Well hell. You know I ain't much for entertainin' folks, JD. You wanted fun and games you shoulda been stranded with Buck or Ez." Vin smiled ruefully and shrugged his shoulders.
"Ok. I'll think of something then, I guess." JD jumped as another clap of thunder rattled the windows. Vin silently passed him the bottle of whiskey and watched as he took a healthy swig, nearly choking himself in the process.
"Where's Buck? I thought he was due back from San Francisco tonight." Vin said the first thing he could think of in an attempt to ease the fear he could see in his friend's eyes. The fear he was trying so hard to hide. Vin would respect his privacy. He could understand all about fear and how shameful it could be for a man to admit to having it.
"He was. Fog." JD was still gasping a bit. He took another drink of the whiskey, a smaller one this time, before passing the bottle back to Vin.
"How's Casey doin'?" Vin hadn't seen her lately. But she oughtta be able to get JD's mind off the storm outside.
"Wouldn't know. I hardly ever see her." JD frowned as he realized that thought no longer pained him particularly. When had that happened?
"Oh." So much for trying to make the kid feel better.
"Naw. It's ok. We're both just busy, I guess. With different stuff. It bothered me at first, how we kept drifting apart. But now, I think..." JD paused, trying to articulate his thoughts. "Now I think it's more a matter of just being plain lonely and wanting someone there, rather than wanting her in particular. I think she probably feels the same way." JD shrugged. "Which is why we haven't actually said it's over yet. But it is." He reached for the bottle of whiskey just as Vin began handing it to him.
"Thanks." JD smiled lopsidedly at the sharpshooter. Vin nodded his head slightly in return.
The room was silent for several minutes as the two friends sat drinking whiskey, each wrapped in their seperate thoughts.
"I know what you mean." The sharpshooter's voice was so soft JD thought he'd imagined it at first.
"What?" JD was starting to feel light headed from the booze. The bottle was nearly gone. And neither him nor Vin were heavy drinkers normally.
"Bein' lonely. I am too, sometimes." The sharpshooter stared down at his clasped hands, clearly regretting the sudden confession.
"You know why I hate thunderstorms so much?" JD didn't know what prompted him to say that. Tit for tat? One good confession deserves another? Whatever the reason, he found himself going on, the words pouring out of him like the rain outside.
"When I was nine, me and a friend snuck out of the house to go swimming in the local lake. There was supposed to be a storm later on, so we'd been forbidden to go. But we didn't care. We went anyway. When the storm came, we were out in the lake. I'd dared him to swim out to the buoys. He never made it back. The thunder was so loud no one heard us screaming. And all the while, the lightning kept flashing, so I could see him screaming. I just couldn't hear."
"No one could. No one could hear us screaming." JD repeated, his eyes haunted by old memories.
"I never told any of the others about being afraid of thunderstorms. Not even Buck." JD glanced up at the silent sharpshooter who was once more sprawled out on the couch. "My Mama used to hide under the blankets with me and we'd laugh and tell ghost stories til it was over. I suppose you think I'm pretty dumb, huh? I was a stupid kid then and I ain't no better now."
"Everyone's afraid of somethin', JD." Vin said simply.
"Uh uh. Not Chris. And probably not Miss Nettie either." JD was firm.
"Yeah. I reckon you may be right about that. But they ain't like the rest of us." Vin grinned slightly, sitting up to look down at JD, leaning back against the far side of the couch.
JD smiled back and was about to reply when the boom of thunder came. The young man's face paled and Vin reacted instinctively.
"Here, JD. Come on up here. I know a ghost story or two." Vin snatched the blanket off the back of the couch and held it up invitingly.
JD needed no second invitation. He jumped up on the couch and huddled next to the sharpshooter. So close, Vin could feel the heat from his slender body and smell the fresh herbal scent of his shampoo. It was surprisingly nice to have him there.
"Thanks, Vin." JD glanced at him, brown eyes shining with embarrassment and gratitude."
"Now, about that ghost story?" JD wiggled his feet, and grabbed the blanket from the sharpshooter, draping it across both of them and leaning back expectantly.
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"That ain't a true story." JD accused, swatting at the sharpshooter with one hand.
"It's the truth. Had it straight from the old fella himself." Vin spoke solemnly, then ruined the effect by reaching out to poke JD's ribs with his finger, eliciting a yelp from the young man.
"Aha! Call me a liar will ya?" Vin began immediately poking at JD's ribs with both hands, fingers digging in to find the sensitive, especially ticklish spots. JD was soon rolling around on the couch in helpless laughter, trying ineffectually to defend himself against the attack.
"You take it back?" Vin growled in mock anger.
JD shook his head stubbornly, still laughing, and then twisted his body in a sudden move that sent both men crashing to the floor. Vin wound up sprawled intimately on top of JD. The two stared at each other in surprise for a moment. Vin could feel JD's rapid heartbeat beneath him. Feel the warm breath against his cheek. Feel the hard muscle and bone sheathed in soft smooth skin. He was feeling entirely too much, Vin decided and rolled quickly off, getting to his feet and not looking at JD.
JD said nothing, just swallowed hard, his breath coming in short little gasps.
"Me and Casey never... you know." JD stared up at the ceiling. He sounded almost bemused.
"No?" Vin was aiming for casual, but it came out a bit strained. He could still feel the lingering warmth of JD's body.
"No. I wanted to. But it just never seemed. I mean she was... The timing... And how could I ever have faced Miss Nettie afterwards?" JD's rather disjointed explanation made perfect sense to Vin.
"Don't fret yourself, JD. There'll be other chances."
"Well, you should know, I guess." JD sighed and rolled over on his side to look up at Vin.
"What do you mean by that?" The words came out hard. Defensive.
"Just that you get so many chances. Half the women in the office got a crush on you."
"Don't be ridiculous, JD." Vin could feel the warmth creeping into his cheeks.
"They do though." JD insisted. "They're always talking about your eyes and your hair and stuff."
"I bet you have lots of experience." JD added, wondering when he'd begun to agree with the women. Vin did have nice eyes. And hair. And other stuff.
"You'd lose that bet." Vin muttered, his flush deepening.
"Huh?" JD stared at the sharpshooter in confusion.
"I've only been with two women." If his face got any hotter, he'd need a fire extinguisher to put it out.
"Oh. Well, I've only been with one." JD offered.
"Can we change the subject, JD?" Vin snapped. He still felt off balance from the strange new feelings he was experiencing. The ones that said how good JD had felt beneath him. And how tired he was of being alone.
"Sure, Vin. Sorry." JD got to his feet and walked over to the hurricane lamp on the table. He reached out to adjust the flame, but his fingers felt suddenly clumsy and awkward. He felt clumsy and awkward. He had liked Vin being on top of him. What if Vin had realized that? And that was why he was being so grumpy now? His thoughts were so busy with trying to figure out how to apologize to his friend without saying exactly why, that he didn't pay sufficient attention to what he was doing and managed to burn his fingers.
"Ouch! Shit!" JD waved his hand, trying to sooth the burning pain.
"Here, let me see." Vin grabbed the waving hand and bent over it, inspecting the slightly reddened skin. Before he realized exactly what he was doing, he lifted the injured hand to his mouth and began gently sucking on the burned fingers, soothing them with his tongue. He froze as JD made a small, shocked sound. Oh God. What the hell was he doing? He jerked his head back and dropped JD's hand like it was a hot coal.
"Aw hell. Shit, I'm sorry, JD." Vin stood there, fists clenching and unclenching as he waited for JD to react.
"I... You... I never..." JD stopped and took a deep breath. "My fingers still hurt." He said finally, holding out his hand to the sharpshooter.
"You sure, JD?" Vin looked searchingly at his companion.
"No. But I still want to do it. How about you?" JD challenged.
"Hell, I ain't sure either. We probably shouldn't." The sharpshooter sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "But I want to." he added softly, staring into JD's eyes as he reached for the proffered hand.
Slowly, Vin ran his tongue hesitantly across the palm of JD's hand. He could hear the small gasp that action elicited. He liked the way it sounded, so he began gently sucking the long, slender fingers, one by one. JD's breath was coming faster, so Vin placed a small kiss on the inside of the wrist and then began working his way leisurely up the young man's arm. He tugged at JD's shirt, and together they pulled it off. Vin then resumed kissing his way up JD's arm, nibbling at the now exposed collarbone. JD was moaning softly, which gave Vin the courage to begin kissing the arched neck. He nipped lightly, causing JD to gasp. He reached the jaw, feeling the stubble rough against his lips and tongue. He lifted his head and stared into the brown eyes that were only inches away from his own.
Now it was JD who took the initiative. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against the sharpshooter's. It was a little awkward at first. But it felt good, igniting a heat in their bellies that had nothing to do with whiskey and everything to do with desire.
The kiss became more intense. Vin opened his lips and ran his tongue lightly along JD's mouth, slipping it inside as his companion parted his own lips in response.
"This feels... I never thought..." JD gasped when the two of them finally broke the kiss.
Vin ran questing hands down his companion's chest, feeling the soft patch of hair in the middle, teasing the rosy nipples into sharp little points with his fingers. JD was moaning almost constantly now, his erection pressing insistently against Vin's leg. And Vin could feel his own cock threatening to burst out of his pants if he didn't do something soon.
"You feel like gettin' out of some of our clothes?" Vin asked softly, his hands hovering at the waistband of JD's sweats. At JD's nod, Vin pulled them down over the slim hips of his companion til they puddled around his ankles. The young man wore nothing underneath. Vin swallowed hard. He felt suddenly lightheaded. This whole situation was like some dream. An alternate universe.
JD stepped out of his sweats, kicking them out of the way. He reached out a hand that trembled slightly and began undoing the buttons on Vin's flannel shirt. Vin stood still as JD carefully finished unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it to the floor before starting on his jeans.
The two men stood staring at one another for a moment. Wanting. Nervous. Unsure.
"I need a drink." JD rasped, his voice catching a bit. But his half smile was genuine, if a little shaky.
Vin glanced at the bottle of whiskey on the table and had a sudden urge. He retrieved the bottle and motioned for JD to lay down. Kneeling above the young man, Vin slowly upended the bottle and let some of the liquid splash out onto JD's chest and stomach.
He bent down and began lapping it up, swirling his tongue around and around. Dipping it into JD's navel and sucking greedily at his nipples. JD was thrashing around, nearly incoherent by the time Vin stopped and brushed a kiss across the forehead beaded with sweat.
"God, Vin. Kill me why don't ya? What are you stopping for?" JD rolled so that he was now straddling the sharpshooter.
"Paybacks are a bitch, Vin." He smiled and reached for the bottle of whiskey.
"I was hoping you'd say that." The rest of Vin's answer was cut off as JD kissed him hard. Vin could feel JD's cock, hot against his leg. His own cock was quivering in anticipation. He jumped, arching his back as the cool whiskey fell on his heated skin, followed by the feel of JD's hot sweet tongue.
"I bet you taste good." JD whispered, his lips hovering over Vin's flesh teasingly. Vin felt himself shudder in anticipation.
"Don't tease, JD. ain't polite." Vin reached up and grabbed a fistful of dark hair.
"Aint teasing, Vin. Watch." Suiting action to words, JD closed his lips around Vin's hard length. Oh God. Vin was in Heaven. Or at least pretty damn near. He bucked his hips wildly as JD continued sucking and licking and doing things with his hands and making him come and come and come until he just lay there, gasping and shaking.
"Guess you weren't kidding." Vin looked over at JD and then reached out a hand and ran it gently along the length of the young man's erection.
"Gotta take care of that." he observed, smiling slyly at his companion.
"You got any lotion or anything?" Vin got abruptly to his knees at JD's startled nod. "Where?" JD pointed to the drawer of the desk and Vin crawled over and began rummaging through it.
"I don't suppose you've ever done this before?" Vin asked wryly, holding the bottle of lotion up.
JD shook his head. "No. I... have you?"
As Vin shook his own head, JD began to look a bit alarmed. He sat up quickly. "Maybe we shouldn't. I mean there are other ways to... You can just..." JD stammered.
"We can figure it out. A couple of highly trained ATF agents like us." Vin hoped his own nervousness wasn't apparent.
"I... I don't want to hurt you." JD squeaked.
Vin shrugged. "You won't." He spoke confidently.
"But..."
"JD? You want to do this or not?" Vin demanded.
JD looked at the sharpshooter. At the familiar blue eyes. At the slender, muslced body. He looked just like the same Vin JD always known. But different. Good. And JD hadn't thought about the thunderstorm still raging outside once since the sharpshooter had first touched him.
"Yes. I want to." he whispered softly.
The sharpshooter handed him the lotion and laid down, rolling over onto his side. JD gulped and began smoothing the lotion all over, slathering it on until Vin said, "Uh, JD? You might want to save some for next time."
JD blew out the breath he'd been holding and pressed up against his companion.
"Next time? Gotta get through this time first." He placed a kiss on Vin's shoulder, bringing his hands around to fondle the sharpshooter's chest and stomach. He nibbled on the nape of Vin's neck, brushing his hair gently out of the way. He brought his mouth up to Vin's ear, making the sharpshooter moan softly. JD could feel Vin's cock growing hard against his fingers. It was time. Pushing gently against Vin's backside, JD slid inside his friend's body. Vin let out a small sound of distress and JD immediately stopped.
"Oh God, Vin. I'm so sorry."
"No. It's ok. Keep going." Vin's body had relaxed, accepting him. JD began hesitantly moving in and out. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. He wondered if it felt this good for Vin. He hoped so. Sliding his hands up and down Vin's erection at the same time as he slid in and out of his body was incredible. JD didn't think he'd ever be able to put it into words. He could hear Vin's moans in tandem with his own and the sound pushed him over the edge and he could feel the wetness from Vin as well. Then it was over and he was sliding out for the last time.
"Wow." JD, when he'd regained his breath.
"Yep. You could say that." Vin agreed.
They lay there silently for a few more minutes and then Vin got up and grabbed his clothes, disappearing into the bathroom. JD went into the kitchen and got some paper towels to clean up a bit before putting on his sweats and tshirt again. He was sitting on the couch, picking nervously at a loose thread on his pants when Vin came back into the room.
"Electricity's back on." Vin said. Neither man had noticed til now.
"Yeah." JD didn't meet his friend's eyes.
"I guess I should be going."
"I guess."
"See ya later."
"Yeah."
Vin was putting on his jacket when JD spoke the thought that was foremost on his mind.
"Does this change things? I mean, are we still friends?" JD finally looked up to meet Vin's eyes.
"I guess it does change things some. But not the important stuff, I reckon. We're still friends on my part." Vin looked as if he wanted to say more, but he didn't.
"Mine too." JD was quick to agree.
"Good."
"See you on Monday, I guess." JD said, standing up to walk Vin out.
"Yeah. See you on Monday." Vin motioned for JD to stay where he was and then smiled briefly. And then he was gone.
JD stayed where he was for a long time after the sharpshooter left. Thinking. Yeah, things were different now. He was no longer afraid of thunderstorms. Smiling, he got up and went to bed.
THE END
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