ATF Alternate Universe
Chris Larabee awoke on Saturday morning, rolling out of bed and glancing over at the bedside clock as he moved. He stretched, feeling well rested and content. The only thing missing was his lover, Vin Tanner, laying in the bed next to him. Noting that the time was seven a.m. in Chicago, where he was, attending an ATF Team Leader meeting, and six a.m. back home in Denver, he decided to workout first, and then call Vin in an hour. Although Vin was notoriously an early riser, and he was sure the younger man was awake, on the off-chance that he'd decided to sleep in, Chris didn't want to disturb him. He changed quickly into workout clothes, then head for the hotel's exercise room, with plenty of time before his nine a.m. meeting began. And after the meeting ended at three p.m., he'd be on his way home to Vin. He knew it was going to be a good day.+ + + + + + +
Vin Tanner dragged himself out of bed, wincing with pain as he stood upright and limped across the bedroom, searching for the bottle of aspirin he'd left somewhere in the house last night.
His body hurt. He'd been working around the house and yard since he'd gotten home from work last night, determined to have the ranch sparkling clean for Chris, when he arrived home from Chicago Saturday evening. The two had planned to start their spring cleaning spree after Chris returned, but as a surprise, Vin had decided to start working on it now, glad for a distraction that would help him from missing Chris so much.
It had started well enough last night, as he shoveled out the horse stalls, then scoured the barn from top to bottom. After cleaning up the loft, he'd decided to call it a night, and descended down the ladder quickly, anxious to get back to the house in time for Chris's call. He'd misjudged the last two steps, and fell from the ladder, landing heavily on a twisted ankle. With a yelp, he'd limped back to the house, opening the back door, just as the phone finished ringing. He'd raced for it, not even turning on any lights in the house, in his haste to get to the phone. He ran smack into a kitchen chair, forgetting that he'd placed it in the center of the room to change a lightbulb on the overhead light, and never moved it back. He'd flipped over the chair, his knees cracking against the hardwood floor as he fell. After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, he pulled himself up and hurried to the phone. He switched on a light, and found the piece of paper with the hotel's phone number, and placed the call to Chris. Disappointed at getting voicemail for Chris, he'd left a message, then painfully made his way to the kitchen to make himself something to eat. He'd wolfed down the sandwich and a couple aspirins, then walked slowly to the bedroom and collapsed.
Now here it was Saturday morning, the day he had planned to get so much done around the house and yard, and he felt like he'd been in a wrestling match with a grizzly bear, and lost. Every muscle ached, his knees were bruised, and his swollen ankle throbbed mercilessly, if he tried to walk too fast. But he was a determined man. He made it to the kitchen, breathing a little heavily from the strain on his injuries, but happy to see the aspirin bottle sitting on the kitchen table.
He downed three tablets, then began making breakfast, deciding eggs and bacon would make him feel better. The bacon was browning as the phone rang. He limped into the family room to answer it.
Ten minutes later, he hung up the phone with a satisfied smile. Chris was fine, and he would be home by seven or seven-thirty. His eyelids drooped closed, and he was sound asleep in seconds.
The smell of burning food woke him up with a start. "Shit!" he cursed, and ran into the kitchen as fast as his sore ankle and knees would let him. The bacon had cooked down into scorched black lumps, and the room was filling up with smoke. He grabbed the pan from the stove and ran to the sink with it. He tripped on the small kitchen rug, bobbling the pan slightly, which caused the hot grease to spill over, onto his forearm. With a stifled cry of pain, Vin dropped the pan in the sink and turned the cold water on, letting it wash over his burned arm. Tears stung his eyes at the agonizing pain.
After a few minutes, he pulled his arm out from under the water flow. The burn was about four inches long, and hurt like hell, but didn't look too serious. He checked for bumps or open skin, like Nathan had taught him, relieved to not find any. He went to the medicine cabinet in the master bathroom and found the burn cream and bandages. Wrapping his arm, he realized that his ankle didn't hurt as much as it did earlier. Figuring the aspirin had done its trick, he decided to go ahead with his plans to work on the house and yard today.
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Chris smiled as he hung up the phone. He knew Vin was up to something, he could hear it in the Texan's tone. He dressed hurriedly for his meeting, all the while wondering what erotic scenario Vin was cooking up. Forcing his penis into his pants, and zipping up over the growing bulge with a little difficulty, he left his hotel room. 'This is going to be one long meeting,' he groaned to himself.
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Deciding the first job would be to clean out and scrub the gutters, Vin headed for the garage, got a ladder and was working away, whistling cheerfully in minutes.
Several hours later, perched on the highest rung of the ladder, Vin stretched himself to grab a last handful of leaves before he stopped for lunch. He overextended himself and teetered on the ladder, trying to regain his balance. The ladder began to wobble harder and he was thrown off, landing in the sticker bush at the bottom.
"Dammit!" Vin yelled in frustration as dozens of needle-like stickers dug into his skin. He twisted and rolled, trying to escape from the bush, but only ended up tangling himself up further, and exposing more of his body to the sharp shrubbery. He fought his way out of the bush a few minutes later, and went into the house, completely disgusted with himself. He was the sharpshooter of the group, the one everybody said had the grace of a cat. And all he'd managed to do since Chris had been out of town, was get into one accident after another.
He didn't dare cook anything for lunch, after the breakfast bacon fiasco, so he settled for a sandwich and salad, eating carefully, trying to avoid any more minor injuries. He finished his lunch with a sense of relief. Nothing had gone wrong. He was encouraged to try again, but decided to stay off of ladders, choosing to clean and sweep out the garage instead.
Hours later, the garage was immaculate, but Vin was covered with dirt from head to toe. Tired and sweaty, he smiled, regardless. No accidents or mishaps had happened in hours. He wanted to get one more chore done, then he'd stop for the day, and get ready for Chris's arrival. He looked around the house and settled on washing the windows. It seemed safe. No ladders, no hot stove, nothing to scrape or cut into his skin. He got the glass cleaner and a generous roll of paper towels and got to work.
With just the two windows in the family room to go, Vin took a short break, and sat in the grass, looking back at the house with a sense of accomplishment. He'd worked hard, cleaning both inside and outside of each window, and they sparkled in the late afternoon sun. He was tired, but, knowing he only had two more hours until Chris got home, he got up, ready to attack the last set of windows with renewed vigor.
He stepped between the bushes under the windows, with his bottle of cleaner and paper towels. Brushing against the bushes repeatedly as he worked, he failed to noticed the irritated buzzing behind him. Finishing with the last pane, Vin stepped back, hitting one of the bushes hard with his leg, and dislodging the hidden wasp nest attached to it. Before he knew it, half a dozen wasps swarmed around him, with more spilling out of the nest behind them. He dropped the cleaning liquid and paper towels and ran to the back door fast, but two of the wasps managed to sting him before he shot through the door.
"Ow! Ow! Damn, that hurts!" Vin yelped to the empty house. He sagged against the door, trying to ignore the smarting stings. He sank down further, crumpling down until he was sitting on the floor. Nothing was going right. He was so tired, and his whole body was one big hurt. If he hadn't been made of sterner stuff, he would have cried. Instead, he forced himself up and tottered to the couch, where he collapsed. Seconds later, his eyes closed and he was sound asleep.
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"Vin!" Chris yelled out happily as he walked through the door. "I'm home!"
Surprised that Vin wasn't there to greet him, Chris set his bag down and walked further into the house. "Vin? Where are you?" he called.
He rounded the corner, and his eyes fell on the sleeping form of his lover, stretched out on the couch in the family room.
He came closer, peering down at Vin. Dirt smudged the handsome face, cobwebs matted the golden-brown hair, and his clothes were filthy. But Vin had never looked more desirable to Chris than he did right now. After having been away from the younger man for four days, Vin was like a smorgasbord to a starving man.
He knelt down and kissed Vin gently on the lips. The vivid blue eyes opened slowly, to stare at the older man in wonderment.
"Chris, you're home," Vin said softly. He brought his arms up to hug Chris, and winced at the pain the movement caused.
"What's wrong Vin?" Chris asked with concern. "Did you hurt yourself?"
"Nah, just a little sore's all," Vin hedged. "I guess I overdid it this weekend, workin' around the ranch."
"Where are you sore?" Chris asked sympathetically. "I'll rub it and make it better."
"All over cowboy, everything's sore," Vin said with a sigh. He was glad that Chris was home, but instead of feeling better after the nap, he was feeling worse. His skin burned from the wasps stings, scrapes, scratches and bruises.
As if reading the younger man's mind, Chris pulled Vin up off the couch and steered him toward the bedroom. "Okay, cowboy, off with the clothes. Maybe a nice, hot bath will make you feel better."
"Yeah, that's sounds good Chris," Vin replied. He began to undress and Chris left him momentarily to start the bath water and retreive his suitcase from the front hall. Coming back into the bedroom, Chris got his first look at Vin's bare body in days.
"Vin! What the hell happened to you!" Chris cried out with shock as he took in the sight of his lover. Painful looking scratches marred the smooth, tanned skin and two large, angry red welts marked his back. When he turned Vin around to face him, and finish his inspection of the younger man's body, he noticed the bandage wrapped forearm, bruised knees and swollen ankle. "Vin, just what did you get into?"
"I was just doin' stuff around the house, like I told ya," Vin said irritably, embarrassed at his clumsiness. "But every time I started workin', something bad always happened," he finished mournfully.
"Well, I know just the thing that's gonna make you feel better," Chris said.
"We gonna have a little fun, cowboy?" Vin said hopefully. "I know that'll make me feel a lot better."
"Oh, we'll definitely get to that later," Chris assured. "But right now, I want to get you taken care of. I'll be right back."
He walked back into the bedroom a few minutes later with a canister. "C'mon Vin, into the bathroom," Chris ordered.
Vin followed silently, watching, baffled as Chris dumped oatmeal from the round canister into the bathwater.
"Oatmeal?" Vin said with bewilderment. "You trying to make cookies in there or something?"
"Nope," Chris replied with a smile. "It's an old family cure. My great, great grand-grandmother, Brigid's. He stirred the bathwater, letting the oats dissolve slightly and soften in the warm water.
"Okay Vin, step on in," Chris urged.
"Oatmeal?" Vin said, hesitating.
"Yes oatmeal. It's good for your skin, soothes it. Just get in and see," he coaxed.
"Okay," Vin said, stepping into the water gingerly. He stretched out with a contented sigh. The water did feel good.
"Feeling better?" Chris asked, soaping up a washcloth.
"Yeah," Vin said, reclining in the water, eyes closed. "Takin' some of the sting out."
"Told you," Chris murmurmed, taking one of Vin's arms and cleaning it gently. He slowly worked his way across Vin's body with the washcloth, running the cotton cloth over Vin's nipples lightly, then down lower, across his belly, zeroing in on his semi-erect penis.
Liberally resoaping the cloth, he went back to work on Vin's manhood, tugging on it through the cloth, running the washcloth up and down its length until Vin was panting with need, blue eyes darkened with desire.
"Chris," Vin whispered hoarsely, sitting up to capture his lover's mouth with his own.
Chris leaned forward, groaning as Vin plunged his tongue into his mouth, pressing his upper body against his.
"Vin," Chris growled, breaking the kiss, "are you getting out or am I coming in?"
"Come on in Chris, water feels good, real good," Vin urged huskily, toying with Chris by spreading his legs and giving the older man an eyeful as he began to stroke and squeeze his cock.
"Starting without me cowboy?" Chris said in a choked voice, his eyes glued to Vin's groin, watching the action.
"Better hurry or I'm gonna finish without ya, too," Vin retorted dryly.
Needing no further urging Chris yanked off his clothes and shoes and slid into the large jacuzzi tub behind Vin.
"I missed you," Chris said, pulling the younger man close, parting his legs and pushing Vin's buttocks against his straining erection. Hugging Vin tightly, he began to nip at the back of his neck, while his hands worked lower, massaging and pulling at Vin's stiff member.
"Ya just gonna tell me how much you missed me, or are ya gonna show me," Vin teased, leaning back to place an insistent kiss on his lover's lips.
"Oh, I'm gonna show you all right," Chris replied in a low whisper. "Get on your hands and knees."
Vin shivered with desire at Chris's words, and complied, all of his minor aches and pains long forgotten.
Chris grabbed a bottle of hair conditioner and began to rub it all over Vin's cock, stopping his ministrations when the younger man bucked his hips and began to thrust into his hand. He turned his attentions to Vin's ballsac then, squeezing them lightly, massaging them with the creamy substance.
"Chris.....Chris......please," Vin moaned.
"What Vin? What do you want? Tell me," Chris cooed in his lover's ear.
"Fuck me, Chris, fuck me hard, please. Now. I need it," Vin gasped out, grinding his buttocks back against Chris's erection, trying desperately to impale himself on that rock hard cock.
Chris coated his fingers with the conditioner, then inserted one, soon followed by a second, into Vin, easing the way for his large organ. Unable to deny himself or Vin any longer, he slicked more of the conditioner onto his cock, and began to work it inside of Vin.
"More Chris......harder........faster," Vin moaned, quivering with anticipation. He wanted Chris so badly.
"This what you want Vin?" Chris asked with a grunt as he shoved the last few inches of himself into Vin, hard and deep.
"Oh...yeah....Chris.....give it to me," Vin rasped out, pushing back to meet Chris's rapid fire thrusts.
"Vin...yes....you're so hot.......oh...God," Chris panted, shoving himself into Vin hard, again, then reaching for the younger man's cock, stroking it it tempo with his movements.
"Yes......yes......fuck me harder!" Vin screamed.
Urged on by the moans and cries of his lover, a lust crazed Chris drove his cock intoVin with such force that the bathwater slapped against their bodies, then spilled over the sides of the jacuzzi, pooling on the floor.
"Vin....I'm gonna........." Chris screamed out as he plowed into Vin one final time, spurting his seed deep within the youger man's body. His hands clenched spasmodically on his lover's cock, frantically kneading the stiffened flesh, causing Vin to release his creamy essence with a ragged cry.
"Chris....Chris....." Vin panted as the older man withdrew from him. "That was so..."
"Incredible," Chris finished with a satisfied sigh. "Love you Vin," he said, turning Vin around to give the younger man a crushing kiss on the lips. "Remind me to go away more often."
"No way cowboy," Vin retorted. "You go outta town again, and I'm checking into a hotel. It's just plain dangerous being around this ranch without you."
Chris looked over at his lover with a pang of guilt. "Vin, I'm sorry. I forgot you about your knees and your arm and your ankle. Do they hurt much?"
"Don't hurt at all anymore Chris," Vin replied with a grin. "I think I'm cured."
"Well, we better just make sure, shouldn't we Vin?" Chris asked with a leer. "Maybe just one more bath, to make sure everything heals up right?"
"Oh yeah, sounds like a good idea to me, cowboy," Vin said, reaching for the canister of oatmeal.
THE END
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