March 14, 2000
Disclaimers: Nope, don’t own them, just wish I did. Then we’d REALLY have some fun!
Thanks to Mog for the ATF universe.
Vin was finishing up some last minute paperwork in the office of the ATF’s firing range, in the basement of the Federal Building.AD Travis had asked him to look into some new general issue weapons for the department. After a recent unplanned bust, in which there had been a lot of gun play, the crime scene team and the forensics team had had a hell of a time trying to figure out which bullets had come from the good guys and which had come from the bad guys. Several of the veteran agents were still carrying revolvers of various calibers. And even the newer agents carrying semi-automatic weapons had different calibers. .38’s, .44’s, .45’s, 9mms…Too many. It was time for some uniformity, Travis had said.
So, ‘armed’ with several weapons catalogs and bids and sample weapons from several gun manufacturers, Vin had spent the last few weeks doing some research. He’d test fired each of the weapons he’d thought would work. He’d had several agents from the Bureau, male and female, large and small framed, do the same and got their reactions and suggestions. He’d had his own favorites, but he had to find something that was appropriate for the job and that a majority, if not all, of the agents could use comfortably.
He’d finally come to a decision and was putting the final touches on his recommendation for the weapon into a report for AD Travis, when he felt the warm breath enter his ear.
"Almost done picking out your toys?" Chris asked, whispering, darting his tongue out to flick at the sharpshooter’s lobe.
The younger man smiled in response and tilted his head up, meeting the gaze of his boss and lover.
"Yeah, I’m done pickin’ out my ‘toys’," he responded. "You been watchin’ and waitin’ on me out there like a vulture tonight," he continued. "You in some kind of a hurry or somethin’, Cowboy?"
"No, just horny," the blonde replied with a kiss.
"Yup, you sure are," Vin laughed as he grabbed Chris’s crotch, feeling the older man’s erection through the black denim.
"Come over to my place tonight?" Chris asked. "Since you’ve been playing with these toys here," he went on, picking up a Glock, "we haven’t had a single night together. And now, we’ve got the Hanson bust coming up, provided we get the search warrants, and if that goes through, we won’t have too much down time with all the processing and paperwork. Probably be at least a week before we can be alone again," he added, putting down the weapon and pulling Vin out of his chair.
"Speaking of the Hanson bust, how’d you get Buck to take your surveillance tonight?" Vin asked as he picked up his report and quickly shoved the papers into a folder.
"Got him into Bonnie Hart’s defensive tactics class next month," he replied mischievously as they left the range and headed for the elevator.
"He’ll get a broken arm before he gets anywhere with her," the sharpshooter commented as the doors opened. Then, as the elevator doors closed, he grabbed Chris’s right ass cheek.
"If she does it taking him down to the mat, he’ll consider it first date foreplay," Chris replied with a laugh. "Kinda like this," he added as he captured Vin’s mouth with his, shoving his tongue inside as he backed the younger man up against the elevator wall.
The elevator ride was over much too quickly, but the two men found themselves at the lobby level more determined than before to get to Chris’s ranch.
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They fell to the bed in a tumble of tangled limbs, each grasping and pulling at clothing and skin, trying to get closer than they already were.
"Shit, Chris!" Vin gasped between moist kisses. "What’s got you all horny tonight?"
"You complaining?" the older man asked, sucking on Vin’s left nipple.
"’Course not," Vin replied. "Just wanna know why, so I can make sure we can do it more often," he added, finally getting Chris’s shirt off.
Chris laughed at the remark and rolled them over into the middle of the bed, landing on top of Vin. He unfastened the button and fly of the younger man’s jeans and pulled them down and off. He stood on the bed, over Vin, as he removed his own pants. Dropping down onto his knees so that he straddled Vin’s hips, he leaned down and captured the sharpshooter’s mouth with his, letting his tongue taste Vin’s sweetness. Then, he began grinding his hips into Vin’s.
Vin let out a pleasured gasp as Chris’s length began stroking his and he began pushing right back.
"Damn, you can fuck me all night, Chris," he whispered as Chris began moving his kisses down his neck.
"Plan to," the blonde replied mischievously.
The older man moved his hands down the sharpshooter’s lithe body, letting them reach around to Vin’s round cheeks, grabbing them and pulling them up and apart.
"What I want to do with this ass of yours," he murmured in between kissing and licking Vin’s collarbone.
"You can do anything you want with it, Cowboy," Vin replied, running his hands through the blonde locks, pulling Chris’s head closer to his body, deepening those kisses.
He arched his back in pleasure as Chris’s mouth worked its way down his body. He practically shoved the older man’s head toward the engorged flesh at his groin, wanting, needing Chris to take it into his mouth.
"Please, Chris," he whispered, just before the older man complied.
He hissed and groaned as Chris’s tongue worked its magic on him, twirling around and up and down his length. He pushed back on the fingers that were toying with his anus, trying to capture one, impale himself. Lost in erotic ecstasy, Vin barely even heard Chris rummage through the nightstand.
Before he knew it, he felt a slippery finger breach his opening and he let out a satisfied sigh.
"Oh, yeah, Chris," he breathed. "Give me more. God, I need ya so bad!"
Chris got another slick finger in and smiled in satisfaction at how easily Vin was opening up for him.
"Roll over, Vin," he gently commanded.
He kept his fingers inside his lover, teasing him, as Vin got onto his hands and knees.
"Deeper, harder, faster, Cowboy," Vin said, looking back and giving him a wink, telling the older man what he wanted.
Chris just smiled back at Vin as he knelt behind the younger man. He slowly, teasingly, removed his fingers and put the tip of his cock against Vin’s opening, pushing against it, but not entering.
"Will you quit teasin’ me alre-," Vin began. "Shit!!" he cried out as he felt himself being instantly filled – not with Chris – but with something else. "Wha’… Who…?" he managed to stutter, confused but utterly delighted by the sensations he was feeling.
"Surprise," was all Chris said as he leaned forward to whisper into the shocked sharpshooter’s ear.
"What the hell is that?" Vin gasped, hardly able to breathe. "Wait, I don’t care what it is, just start moving it!" he cried, starting to rock his hips.
Chris smiled at the younger man’s reaction to the sex toy. But he had no intention of giving in to his demands – yet.
Instead, he just tapped the end of it, making sure it stayed in place, saying, "One of the toys I picked out today," before moving his hands to caress Vin’s supple cheeks and fondle the ball sac hanging below.
"Oh, come on, Chris!" the sharpshooter begged, trying to reach around with his hand to move the dildo himself.
The blonde caught the hand and batted it away. He enjoyed watching Vin when the man was on the edge. He knew all it would take to send him over would be a few carefully placed strokes on his penis, or a thrust or two of the toy, making it hit his prostate. But he also knew that when Vin was on the edge, he was at his very best for other things. And so he maneuvered around the bed until he was kneeling in front of the younger man’s head.
Vin looked up, panting to try to control his breathing. He knew what Chris was after, keeping him on the edge, barely in control. The object filled him, made him feel good, but it did not completely satisfy him. With a smile on his face and a gleam in his eye, he opened his mouth.
Chris held onto Vin’s shoulder with one hand and used the other to guide his shaft into the younger man’s waiting mouth. As soon as the Vin’s lips closed around it, he let out a satisfied sigh, soon to be followed by moans and gasps of pleasure as Vin began licking and sucking at the engorged flesh.
"Oh, yeah, Vin. That’s it," he got out, hips starting to thrust forward. "So good," he added, running his fingers through the sharpshooter’s long brown hair and down over his shoulders and back.
Vin was stroking Chris’s length as he sucked and licked it from base to head, his lover’s moans telling him that he was hitting just the right spots, bringing him closer to climax. Now if only Chris would just move that thing that was teasing and tantalizing him, by not doing anything at all, and let him go over the edge! The thoughts had just finished forming when he felt Chris lean forward, forcing more of his length down his throat. He was just about to move back, protest as he began to gag, when he heard the quiet click. Then he nearly screamed as the vibrations began, radiating intense heat and pleasure throughout his entire body.
Chris had to grab onto Vin’s shoulder again as the younger man began bucking below him, having lost control of his actions. He was beginning lose control of his own body’s actions as Vin sucked him harder. Though his position was awkward, he managed to snake a hand down under the younger man and stroked the tip of Vin’s penis with the tips of his fingers.
He’d been right. That was all it took, just a few strokes. Vin shouted out his release, stopping his own actions for just a moment as he did. And it wasn’t long before he started pumping Chris’s shaft again, that the older man shouted out his own release, reveling the moment as Vin greedily sucked down and swallowed his seed.
Pulling Vin’s head up off of him, he gave the younger man a quick kiss and then reached over to flip the switch on the vibrator and slowly pull it out. He smiled as he heard Vin sigh, then collapse onto his side.
"Oh, God, Chris," Vin panted, catching his breath. "Ain’t never felt anything like that before."
"Thought you’d like my little toy," the blonde responded. "But don’t get too attached," he warned quickly, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, don’t worry, Cowboy," the younger man smiled. "As much as I like your new little toy, it ain’t nothin’ like the real thing."
THE END