The sound of spurs and booted footsteps, in the dark, climbing the two steps to the front door of the cabin. "Chris comin' in, Vin." Vin had sensed the approaching rider before he actually heard him.Vin was already sitting up in bed, one hand on his gun long before he heard the familiar voice; his keen senses heightened in the darkness. Vin rested is forearms loosely over his bent knees. "Hey, cowboy," he drawled. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Vin made a move to get up.
"Don't," Chris commanded. In the few steps he took to cross the room to the younger man Chris flung off his hat, unbuckled his gunbelt and kicked off his boots. Leaning down to smother the tracker's mouth in a bruising kiss, Chris pulled off his shirt and began unbuttoning his pants. "Let me," Vin whispered huskily and he pushed the pants down Chris's thighs. Chris tugged the tight denims off.
"Missed you," Vin said, staring up at Chris. "This," Chris asked heavily, glancing down to his already aroused member, "or me?"
"Both," said Vin softly.
"Enough talk," this from Chris. Vin smiled at that.
Five days was a long time. Chris and Buck had their hands full delivering prisoners to Franklin Square, then waiting to give testimony to the district judge. Five days of Buck's enthusiastic chattering. Five days of longing for stillness, for quiet, for Vin.
Chris was ready to explode when he saw Vin shadowed in the corner of the room, moonlight dappling his naked chest as he sat up in the small bed.
"Roll over, Vin." Vin did as he was told, the smile dying on his lips. It's like that then, he thought.
Chris grabbed the pillow, still warm from Vin, and shoved it under the younger man's hips, raising his ass. Chris stroked himself a few times and started to push against Vin's ass. "Wait, Chris, the oil...," he didn't get to finish his plea as Chris gathered up a mouthful of spit, coated his three fingers with the saliva and wet his cock, pushing into Vin, taking him quickly.
Vin squeezed his eyes shut against the pain. He couldn't reach down to jerk himself off because Chris's weight was pinning him to the bed. Tonight Chris wasn't going to minister to his needs. Tonight was Chris's needs. His wants. Pent up heat and desire pumping away at Vin, mindless of the pain he was causing the young tracker.
Memories and images flooded into Vin's mind. Being held down while young Comanche braves "initiated" him into the tribe. Faceless cowboys' gropings along cold, lonely trail rides. There hadn't been that many--enough to ease the loneliness, fulfilling animal-like urgings which left him more lonely than ever.
Chris was different--he had to be. Vin finally had someone in his life. For the first time he experienced a sense of safety, friendship, love. Love? Tonight wasn't love but Vin would take it. Take whatever Larabee had to offer. Even if it meant being used for one night. It wasn't always like this. Chris could be tender, giving, even considerate at times. Were those times growing fewer and fewer? Vin pushed those dangerous thoughts away. He loved Chris Larabee and Larabee loved him. He had to believe that or he couldn't be with this man in this bed.
Chris came in Vin collapsing on top of him. Both their hearts beating wildly. Vin felt the wetness in him; dripping down his thigh. Cum. Just cum, he wondered, or blood, too? He was afraid to look. Don't matter he told himself.
"You all right," asked Chris finally, rolling off Vin to lay on his back staring up at the wooden slats of the small cabin's roof.
No, you selfish fuck, I ain't all right. I hurt. I feel all tore up inside. But what he said was "fine." Vin held his breath then let it out slowly, calming himself.
Chris reached over to the rickety table by the bed for his cheroot. He lit it, inhaled deeply, let out a sigh. The tip of it glowed in the darkness of the cabin.
"Sorry. God, Vin, you just make me lose control sometimes." Chris ran his hand through his hair and glanced over at Vin. He frowned. "Vin? Talk to me, pard."
Now you want to talk. "Missed you," Vin said evenly.
"You said that already," Chris smiled. "Thank you," Chris said it quietly, seeking out Vin's eyes. Deep blue eys that pinned him with just a glance. Eyes to lose yourself in, thought Chris.
"Sun'll be up soon."
"Yup."
"Hey."
"Hey, yourself, cowboy."
"Five days. Too long a time without you, Vin. I was getting plumb tired of pulling on my pud at night, thinkin' of you."
Vin grinned at that, reaching over to turn Chris's face to his. "You're a sweet-talker you are, Chris Larabee."
Vin's earlier worries vanished as he focused on the older man's loving, steady green-eyed gaze. Chris leaned over and gently kissed the young tracker. "Reckon I owe you one, pard," Chris smiled.
Vin's eyes widened and he nodded.
And Chris Larabee paid his debt well into the afternoon.
THE END
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