Things to tell you:
1) Sorry about this but it is just one of those things that has stayed in my head and I can't get rid of it. Also first time I've done something on this line, forgive if atrocious.
2) Disclaimer: Would it surprise you if I said I don't own them. Didn't think so. I also don't make any money off of this. Another big surprise there.
3) Rating: I'm thinking NC-17 but not entirely sure.
4) C/V (yummy)
5) Apologies to Dolly. I don't think this was, in any way, the intention of her song. But I don't think she'll mind, told she has a wicked sense of humor.
6) Why? I heard this song for the first time in a really long this summer, also about the same time I joined this list. Like I said this idea has been in my head for a while and need to get rid of it. I think the lyrics can apply to either Chris or Vin. This time around, they apply to Vin
Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
In your cowboy boots and your painted-on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirl's dream
Why'd you come in here looking like that?Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
When you could stop traffic in a gunney sack
Why you're almost givin' me a heart attack
When you waltz right in here lookin' like that
Why'd you come in here lookin' like that?Why'd You Come In Here Lookin' Like That?
~ Dolly PartonVin stretched once he stepped out of the truck. It was a long day-normal office crap followed by being called in at the last minute for back up in a bust. By the time everything was wrapped up, it was well into the early hours of the winter morning. But the weekend was finally here and he was spending it at Chris'. Things couldn't get any better.
Vin twisted his back one last time before following Chris into his home. Chris was awfully quiet on the ride home, looking like something was on his mind. Vin would have to ask him about that once they were inside and thawed out.
The couple no sooner entered the home and closed the door when Vin was pushed against the door, Chris' lips sealing off any sign of protest. The sharpshooter marveled at the sensation of contrast between their frozen lips and warm, moist mouths. The feral attack from Chris' mouth continued along his jawbone and throat. Vin was so wrapped up in the task that Chris' lips were performing that he was not aware that his coat had been discarded and shirt was open until he felt Chris' hands on his sides, slowly massaging.
Chris lowered his mouth to one nipple, a quick nip followed by a stroke of the tongue. Over and over again. A hand raised up to Vin's lips, shushing the words, pleas, and moans he knew would come. The mouth moved to other nipple, one hand continuing to tease the slick nipple.
He moved his mouth lower to tease and torment the abdomen, sucking, nibbling, and pulling at the skin. Chris' hands moved to hold and squeeze Vin's cheeks. Vin pressed back against the door, thrusting his groin forward. His mind was wondering what was motivating Chris but the rest of him didn't care
Chris was now on his knees, hands roaming over the faded denim that stretched over lean thighs. The old jeans were well-worn , tight and almost threadbare in areas. He kneaded the flesh beneath the denim, finally moving the area needing the most attention.
The team leader nuzzled his face into Vin's groin. He used his whole face, mouth, nose, chin, and teeth to stroke Vin into arousal.
"Shit Chris," Vin breathed as he came, griping his lover's shoulders. Chris stood, again capturing Vin's lips and silence anymore words. After a few minutes, he pulled back and answered the unspoken question.
"Have I ever told you how tempting I find you in these jeans."
The end