Disclaimer: The boys belong to CBS, blah, blah, blah. I have no rights. They romp through my mind and onto the page. I am not responsible for their actions, I just record what I see and hear.
Acknowledgments: Nancy put this vision in my head and it wouldn’t go away 'til I wrote about it. Thanks, Nan. And thanks as always to Mady for pushing me to make it better.
“’Bout time you got here, Vin.” Chris Larabee pierced me with his all-business look as I dismounted by the old paddock.In my mind I ran over the things I said I’d do and the things I’d done and couldn’t come up with any transgressions. So how come the evil glare? I shrugged as I approached Chris, who dropped his sledge hammer next to the fence, knuckled his lower back and mopped his brow, all the while doing that sizing-me-up thing he does with his eyes sometimes when… Naw. That’s fer when we, well, when we aren’t working and such and when he’s feeling… that is, when I’m feeling….
“I been sweatin’ myself crazy out here. Didn’tcha say you’d be here by,” the boss-man squinted up at the sky, “…2 o’clock?”
I followed his gaze and calculated the time to be not too much past the one we agreed on. What the fuck? I removed my hat and swiped at my forehead. “Don’t got me a timepiece, Chris. Judged as close as I could…”
“Thought I’d have me some help before now,” he grumbled. Then, gesturing toward the newly erected fence, he said, “As you can see here I done a shitload of work for one man and I’m damn tired. …”
Tired and fucking irritable, I thought. I knew whatever was eatin’ at the old man—I got to chuckle at that…he had him a birthday recently and I swear he about had a fit when I called him old; remind me to tell you about having to repent for that one—didn’t have a blame thing to do with this here fence, nor with my punctuality. The man had a bone to pick and I was his skeleton.
Feeling secure in my innocence, I challenged him. “Yeah, well, looks like you did a purdy piss-ass job at that,” I said, flickin’ my finger at a split rail that, honestly, looked right as rain. He shifted his weight around and stuck a thumb in his sweaty waistband and I could see the steam startin’ to shoot outta his ears. I warmed to my topic. “Mebbe I shoulda got myself here sooner. Ain’t seen such slovenly work in ages,” I observed real calm, like I was assessing the work of a moron.
Larabee used them green eyes like daggers, then, grunting, pushed his way past me and headed into the cabin. “Need me a cool drink,” he muttered making sure his elbow found its way into my ribs and his big ol’ dogs crossed my toes.
Well, shit, I figured I’d got this far, might as well see what the hell was wrong with him. I followed his shirtless form into the little house, which, frankly, I’d come to think of as home as much as any place I’d ever laid my head. Tossing my hat onto the corner of the chair, I pulled off my suspenders and started unbuttoning my shirt while Chris took a couple of huge gulps of water from a brownstown jug.
He finished drinking and eyeballed me. “What the hell you doin’?” he asked not too friendlyish.
“Getting’ ready to work,” I said stating the obvious I thought.
“Oh yeah?” He let his eyes get that sleepy look, like he’s full as a tick that’s spent its day on a sheepdog. “What kinda work you got in mind?”
Hmmm. Maybe I misread that nasty little tone he held when I first arrived. I slipped into my bedroom voice and answered back with a swagger in my step as I sidled up to his sweat-shiny body, “Whatever makes you feel good, Cowboy.”
I poked my hips forward the couple of inches it took to connect with his and swished ‘em back and forth—once, twice—like magic we had two growin’ hard-ons beggin’ to be set free. I smiled a little as I watched his nipples react along with his groin.
He inched his face toward mine and slowly, slowly, slowly licked my lips with the tip of his tongue, all the while given me an equally slow and tantalizing hand job right through my pants. I was getting mighty worked up.
Next thing I know, I’m practically swallowing his hot tongue as it forced itself into my mouth and then I caught my breath and gave back good as I was getting and my hands danced from his heavily muscled shoulders to the small of his back and round front to knead at his hard belly and my hips was definitely movin’ to their own rhythm. I could scarcely breathe.
“Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me as hard as ya can,” I moaned, starting to fumble with the buttons on my britches.
A big hand came up and planted itself smack in the middle of my chest. How romantic I was thinking—he wants to feel my heart. But, his next words didn’t fit with what my head and heart and dick were feeling.
“Hold up, there, Mister.”
“Huh?” I managed to gasp out, practically ready to shoot my wad right were I stood.
“You got some atoning to do, first, Vin.”
“’Zat right?” I worked on my composure, trying to make my heart stop racing and my breathing quit sounding so ragged. What the hell was he up to now?
“Yeah, that’s right. I recall a certain afternoon in the woods where you teased the shit outta me.”
“Cum.”
That stopped his jaws from flapping.
“I teased the cum outta you.” He stood there with his mouth hangin’ open. “Well,” I said trying to stay neutral, “If you’re gonna accuse me of somethin’, let’s be accurate, alrighty? I teased every last drop of cum right outta you. And,” I held up my hands to stop his protest and shook my head, “and, I didn’t even have to touch ya, now that I think back on it.”
Ooooh, did that get him riled. I could see his brain working hard to come up with a way to git me for that remark. I knew he’d pay me back and good. I was giddy with expectation.
Larabee ground his teeth together and slitted his eyes at me and tried to look all mean. “Take yer pants off,” he growled.
Whoa. He thinks this is a punishment? I wondered. Hell yeah, I’ll take ‘em off. And I did, even though I popped two buttons in the process. Dropped my britches right to the floor and let myself loose to sway in the breeze. I licked my lips and leered at his crotch.
“Turn around,” he said in a harsh whisper as he went to undo his pants.
I grabbed hold of my aching cock and gave it a few good pumps as I did like he said. I felt him press hisself tight up against my ass and I was about to bend over and beg for it again when the motherfucker put his big strong fingers on my ribs and wiggled ‘em real hard.
I giggled. No shit. I was about to get a big one up the butt when all of a sudden I’m twitterin’ like a schoolgirl. He kept at it, too, and the giggles came harder and faster as I tried to get away from him.
I fell to the floor laughing. Chris tumbled down with me and landed on top, moving his fingers in a frenzy all over my ribcage and up under my arms. I laughed and laughed until I was snorting like a mad bull.
We wrassled all over the floor of that place, me scootin’ like a scorpion trying to get free of them crazed fingers, him charging after me on hands and knees, pinning me down and grinnin’ like a rabid animal. The sonofabitch was having a high ol’ time torturing me to no end.
I couldn’t get my breath after awhile, what with laughing so hard I’m surprised I didn’t pee myself, and I guess Chris finally figured that out when I started croaking like a bullfrog trying to put some air in my lungs.
“You ever gonna tease me again?”
“Wha—wha—what if I say yeah?” I asked all smarty-assed.
Chris pounced on me again and them fingers found my very most, god-awfullest, don’t-ever-tickle-me-there place, my—naw, I ain’t sayin’. Less knows, the better. Anyway, he got right in there and gave me what fer and I laughed 'til I shrieked.
“You ever gonna tease me again?”
“Bwwwaaahhhhaaaahhhaaa.”
He took his hands away from their menacing job and threw me flat out on my back then climbed over my hips and pinned my wrists down next to my head. I gasped and gasped for breath. Tears slip-slided all down my face and my nose was runny, too. I’m sure I made quite a purdy picture, but guess Chris didn’t mind cuz he hung his face low over mine and, in between, breathing real hard hisself, he says he loves to hear me laugh. Then he plants a deep, wet kiss on me and everything starts a stirrin’ up again.
I reached down and found his ass and stroked and kneaded it for all I was worth, while his tongue moved from my mouth to my ear. From head to toe, my skin got all prickly and my cock grew rock hard again. I raised my hips and smushed it against Chris’s erection and listened as he groaned into my ear while his tongue teased me there. Ahh, god, I cannot think there is a much finer feeling than wantin’ to screw so bad yer whole body throbs from the ache and the need.
That’s where I was at when he pulled back some to look me square in the eye and said all hot and sexy, “Tell me again whatcha want me to do.”
The raw desire on his face was so overwhelming I had a hard time making the words come outta my mouth, but I managed. “Take me, Cowboy.”
It was like we went into a slow dream then. He sat back on his haunches between my legs, which I then lifted to give him access to me. But it felt like it took me forever to get them dang long limbs up in the air. Like we was moving under water, Chris slowly rested my legs against his shoulders and began fingerin’ and stretchin’ me. All the while I couldn’t stop watching his rugged face and the lust that was dripping from his eyes. I started playing with my cock and swirling the slick whiteness that oozed from its hole all around the head.
He got up on his knees and lifted my butt and pressed against me until I gave enough for him to enter. We both sucked in our breaths at the outstanding sensation. In, in, in he came. I felt him fill me up—then he just stopped.
I grunted. Well, maybe I whimpered. I nearly cried, is what I did. Why didn’t he move??
“Now,” he said, his words slurred like he was drunk on sex, “tell me exactly what you want.”
I swallowed the giant lump in my throat and said breathlessly, “Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me as hard as ya can.”
He pulled out as slowly as he had entered me, his teeth bared with the effort of waiting. One, two, three seconds went by…eight, nine, ten…I about exploded with anticipation. Then he slammed his length into me with one forceful thrust and I heard the sound of moist skin slapping together along with moans and grunts and it was all so delicious and over far too soon.
We laid spent and sweaty and smearin’ cum all over overselves in lazy swirling motions, groaning from our exertion and the exquisite feelings.
When my chest quit heaving enough sos I could speak, I turned my head to him. “Chris?”
“Mmmm?”
“I done anything else you wanna pay me back for?”
THE END
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