Slowly he opened his eyes, not quite sure where he was. Chris Larabee listened for familiar sounds as he became aware of odors of herbs and medicines. His eyes began to focus as his mind was putting the pieces of the puzzle together. Nathan's."It's all right Chris. You're safe and sound. How about some water?"
Nathan Jackson's smooth voice was a welcome relief. He took a few sips of water from the cup that the healer held to his lips. The water was cool and refreshing, it felt wonderful in his mouth. As the cup was removed he tested his voice. "Vin? I remember Vin."
"Had Josiah and Buck drag his sorry ass out of here a little while ago. Made them promise that they wouldn't let him come back till he had a hot bath, ate a decent meal, and got some sleep. He's all right. Just tired. Here, take a little more water."
Chris drank the offered water gratefully, but what he wanted was more answers.
"I know you want to know what happened, Chris. A few more sips, and I'll tell you all I know. You can get the rest from Vin yourself." Smiling, he added, "He didn't exactly dwell on the details."
Once his patient was settled back against the pillows, Nathan sat down in the chair and started speaking.
"I left to help Mrs. Miller, she was due to have her baby. Vin was already gone, on a patrol. Right after lunch, you chased those five cowhands out of the saloon. Remember that part?" Nathan asked as he eyed his patient carefully.
"I remember, gets fuzzy after that," Chris answered.
"Well, those cowhands were pretty angry from what JD said," Nathan shifted in the chair. "Anyhow, you headed out a few hours before sundown to go out to your place for the night. Vin got back just after you left. We figure those bastards must have been waiting for you."
Taking the cup in hand, Nathan offered Chris more water. Once Chris had his fill, Nathan resumed his story.
"Near as we can tell, they shot you. Luckily, it only grazed the side of your head. Must have knocked you off your horse. They left you for dead. Not sure if it was the bullet or the fall, but you must have stayed that way all night." He stood up, crossed to the stove and added more wood. "It got pretty cold, you must have caught a chill."
"When you didn't return by noon, Ezra said Vin was all set to go out looking. But with Josiah and Buck not back yet from Eagle Bend, and more cowhands in town, he didn't have a choice." Nathan offered Chris more water. When the gunslinger was done drinking, he continued. "Vin was as upset as Ezra's ever seen him. Finally, he went looking for you around dusk. JD and Ezra both said that he'd should wait till day light, it was getting too late. Figured he'd never find you." Then he chuckled. "Course he found you." Then he went on, "You were pretty feverish. Luckily, you weren't far from your place. Your horse was home waiting for you. Vin took care of you there...."
An faint recollection of Vin, holding him, wiping his face with a cool cloth, whispering to him, came back to Chris. He couldn't help himself as a slight smile formed. Was it real?
"...brought you back to town as Buck and Josiah rode in. JD came looking for me. Vin stayed with you till I got back. He'd already cleaned the graze up real nice." Nathan stood and felt his patient's face. "You were almost over the fever by the time I was able to get here." Satisfied that Chris was indeed over the fever, he sat back down. "Vin stayed with you all night, chased me to bed. So I wanted to make sure he got some rest. The way he was fussing about leaving, figure he'll be back here..."
The footsteps on the stairs announced visitors.
"See, told you. Bet that's Vin." Nathan offered Chris more water.
The door opened slowly and as the three men outside realized that the patient was awake, they came all the way in and gathered at Chris's bed.
"Damn, Chris, can't a man leave you for a minute," Buck teased, but the smile on his face was evidence of his happiness at Chris's recovery.
Josiah moved to the other side of the bed. "Now, Buck, watch it. Chris looks like he's over the worst of it now. Don't want to see him have a relapse over whooping you."
Nathan stood, "Now don't be tiring him out. Gonna go get him some soup. Maybe tonight he can go back to his room."
Vin stood silently at the foot of the bed. His eyes were hidden by the broad brim of the hat he wore. "He gonna be alright, Nathan?"
"From what I hear, I am. Thanks to you, cowboy." Chris said with slight smile.
"Sure is. Now let him rest some," Nathan said over his shoulder as he left the clinic.
Vin finally looked at Chris. "Just wish I would've found you sooner."
Chris looked hard Vin, the tone of the tracker's voice belying some emotion Chris couldn't identify. "I'm just glad you did."
Josiah pulled Buck by the arm. "Aren't we all, aren't we all. Come on Buck, let's go find JD and Ezra and tell them Chris is awake and better."
Buck chuckled, "I'm coming! Okay, you rest now, Chris. Watch him, Vin." And they hurried off to find JD and Ezra.
Vin moved to sit in the chair. He took off his hat and stared at it in his hands. "I was worried I didn't find you soon enough." Finally he looked up at Chris.
For the first time, Chris saw how tired and drawn Vin looked. "Looks like you could use some rest there too, pard."
"I'm fine. Plenty of time for sleep later. How d'you feel?"
"Nathan said I can go to my room later." Chris sensed that something was bothering the quiet tracker.
"Glad to hear it." Vin looked up, then away. He seemed to be stalling, but finally he spoke. "Chris, I need to ask you..."
The door flew opened and Nathan appeared carrying a covered tray, "Ok, here's that soup. You better drink it all if you want to get out of here today!" He handed Vin the tray then he helped Chris sit up so he could eat comfortably.
Vin placed the tray on Chris's lap and returned to the chair. His questions would have to wait.
Chris dug into the soup with relish. He was hungry and he wanted to get out of Nathan's and be able to talk to Vin alone. He was just about done eating when he started to feel sleepy.
Glancing back at Chris, Nathan could see him fighting to keep his eyes open. "Ok, let's get you settled back down. Think it's time for another nap." He handed the tray back to Vin, who looked like he wasn't sure if he should stay or go. "Now, how about you get some more rest too, Vin. Then later, maybe you can come back and help me get Chris back to his room for the night."
Vin nodded at them both, but made no attempt to move.
Pulling the blanket up around Chris's body, Nathan looked his patient with serious eyes. "Would be best if you weren't alone tonight–"
Chris tried to give Nathan a glare, "I'll sleep better in my own bed, Nate."
"I don't like the idea of you being alone, Chris. I could stay with you. But it might be best for me to be here, in case I'm needed." Turning towards Vin, "Don't suppose-- Vin? Would you mind? We could put a cot in his room."
"Reckon," Vin replied, his eyes on Chris. "Don't need no cot - - bedroll on the floor will do."
"You serious, Nathan? About making Vin stay with me?" Chris's mind kept flashing back to fragmented images of Vin touching him, holding him, and how good it felt. His stomach tightened at the idea of being alone all night in his room with Vin.
Nathan gave Chris his best paternal smile, "Only way you're getting out of here!"
Vin turned to Chris, "No trouble, pard. I don't mind." He gave the gunslinger a lopsided grin.
"Ok, now you," Nathan said with a stern look at Vin, "You take a break. Get a hot meal, some fresh air, whatever. Just go on. He'll sleep," nodding his head at Chris, "and I can catch up on some reading."
Vin nodded at them, and rose reluctantly from the chair. "Boy, you all know how to make a man feel wanted." He glanced back at Chris as he stepped to the door, "See ya later, pard. We'll spring ya, and if you're good, we'll get you a nice steak too."
Chris's eyes focused on Vin. The feelings he was experiencing as he watched Vin go, the memories that were bubbling in his mind and the empty hunger gnawing at him. For a while now, Chris knew his feelings for Vin ran deeper than friendship, but he had kept a tight rein on those emotions. To show them, was to maybe lose the comfortable relationship they did share. The way was acting made Chris think that maybe he said or did something to reveal his feelings. He needed to get out of Nathan's soon, so that he could talk to Vin.
Alone.
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After Vin left, Chris was unable to sleep. His eyes were heavy, but he couldn't shake the images from his head. Not only that, the tenting of the sheet was evidence that just thinking about Vin was effecting his body. What did he say to Vin? Could he have done something? He knew he had wanted to. Vin started to ask him something. Chris hoped that Vin wasn't angry with him. Never one to talk much, Vin did seem distracted, almost preoccupied. It wasn't like the sharpshooter. Worry gave way to exhaustion as sleep finally claimed him.
Vin opened the door to the clinic, and quietly stepped in side. He saw that Chris was still asleep and Nathan had dozed off in his chair. Quietly, Vin slipped in and sat in the chair by Chris. Getting comfortable, he leaned back, stretched out his legs and crossed his ankles. Looked like he was in for a little wait.
Thinking back to all Chris had said and done, Vin wondered if it was the fever. Remembering the way Chris leaned into him on the ride back, Chris touching his face when he sponged the fevered man down, the look in his eyes...Vin made up his mind. He was just going to ask Chris what that was all about.
Opening his eyes, he sensed Vin before he could see the figure next to him. Chris brought Vin into focus and was relieved to see the bright blue eyes.
"Hey, cowboy. Have a good nap?"
"Yeah. What time is it?" Chris asked as he moved to sit up.
Immediately, Vin got up to help Chris. Their movement woke Nathan.
"Vin, you're back. I must have dozed off. Sorry."
"No need, Nate. I just sat a spell and waited. Think the patient is ready for his own room?"
"What do you say Chris?" Nathan asked as he approached the bed, his dark eyes studying Chris.
"Yeah."
"Well, let's get you dressed and Vin and I will walk you over." The healer went to get Chris's clothing from the hook on the wall where he hung it. "You just better take it easy for the next couple of days. You hear?"
"Okay, Okay.... let's just get me out of here." Chris said as he reached out for his clothing.
Vin came around the side and helped Chris into his shirt.
Chris tried to give the tracker a glare, "I can do it myself, Vin".
Vin snorted, "We know ya can, pard. But let us help you." Vin put socks on his feet and positioned his pants around his ankles, never once looking up at Chris's face.
Chris felt Vin's hands on his legs, and it was like a bolt of electricity going through his body. He watched Vin, and was a little dismayed that the tracker never looked at him.
Once Chris was mostly dressed, Nathan and Vin helped him to his feet. He seemed steady as he buttoned his pants. Vin draped Chris's gunbelt over his shoulder as he moved to open the door. The three made their way slowly to the boarding house. Buck saw them from the saloon and hurried over to greet them.
"Hey there, Chris! You look almost as good as new." Buck said as he eyed his oldest friend. Turning to the tracker, "I hear you're gonna stay with him tonight, Vin?"
"Yeah, I will." Vin shifted and looked away from Buck's scrutiny. "Hey Buck, how about bringing Chris some vittles?"
"Sure, pard. What do you want, Chris?"
Chris cast a glance at Nathan as the reached the boarding house. "Steak sounds good!"
Nathan turned to the gunslinger, "Steak'll be good for you. And water, no whiskey," he added.
Smiling his thanks to Nathan, "Hey Buck, a rare steak."
"Vin, you want anything?" Buck asked before he headed off to the hotel.
"Nah...wait, some coffee for me. Thanks, Bucklin."
Buck disappeared to get dinner while Vin and Nathan helped Chris to his room.
Once in Chris's room, Nathan steered him to the bed. Before Chris could protest, Nathan, with Vin standing at his elbow, was starting to unbutton his shirt.
"I can undress myself, damn it!" Gently slapping Nathan's hands away. However, Chris thought that he'd enjoy Vin undressing him. Stop it Larabee!
"See, Nathan? He's better. He's getting cranky!" Vin chuckled as
Nathan pushed the gunslinger, dressed only is his long handles, onto the bed. "Don't make me sorry I let you come back to you own room, Chris." Nathan continued while shaking a finger at the gunslinger. "Vin, you hog tie him if you have too. I want him in bed all night, and all day tomorrow too. Rest will do him good." Looking at the tracker he noticed the dark circles under his eyes. "You too Vin. You look like you haven't slept much either."
Vin pulled the chair over by the bed and sat down. "Don't worry Nate, promise we'll both get plenty of sleep." Vin pulled his boots off and put his feet on the end of the bed. "Won't be any drinking, smoking, or gambling here," Vin said while crossing right hand over his heart in an oath.
The footsteps in the hall announced Buck with dinner. Vin helped Chris get situated to eat. If you need anything Vin, just holler." Buck said as he made his way to the door, "I'll be watching over the town tonight, if you need me."
"Night, Buck. Thanks." Chris and Vin said in unison.
Nathan started to follow but paused at the door. "You both get some rest. Chris, you really need it. I'll see ya both in the morning." As he exited the room, "Night you two."
"Night, Nate."
"Night, Nathan."
Chris finished his steak in silence. He looked over to study Vin. The tracker had been staring at the window and hadn't really looked at him since they were left alone. He could tell the younger man had something on his mind.
Problem was, Chris was finding himself wanting to touch Vin, to run his fingers through his hair. And he figured Vin would not be too happy to know all that he was feeling.
Quite some time ago Chris realized that he had come to feel more then friendship for the quiet tracker. He had almost gotten up his nerve to talk to Vin, when those working girls came to town. Vin had acted so shy around them, Chris realized that he probably didn't have a hell of a lot of experience with women. Chris had figured a man that handsome, deserved a chance to sow some wild oats. So Chris let it go, wanting Vin to have some fun.
The next time he was thinking about letting Vin know how he really felt, Charlotte happened. Seeing how easily Vin was taken in by her, Chris worried that Vin might accept him out of a sense of loyalty. So he waited.
And the wait was torture, but he could always force his feelings down and out of the way. But not now. For some reason, he couldn't stop thinking about Vin. How much he wanted him. What had the fever released, that he couldn't hold it back anymore? He could recall responding to Vin's care. Giving in to the gentle caresses and warm words of reassurance. Could he have come out and told Vin how he felt?
Vin felt Chris's eyes on him. He knew that Chris was wondering what he wanted to talk about. But he couldn't get the words out. Couldn't ask him what he started to ask at Nathan's. So they just sat in silence while Chris finished eating. Finally Vin forced himself to look over. "Done?"
"Yeah," Chris said as he handed the tray to Vin. Chris sat back and watched Vin walked over to the table. The fluid way Vin moved, the way his broad shoulders cut to the slim hips, made Chris hungry for more than steak. He was trying to think of something to say, to end the silence, but he couldn't manage to come up with a thing that wouldn't seem awkward.
Vin set the tray on the small table in the corner of the room. He grabbed two glasses and went back to his chair. He handed them to Chris with a nervous smile, and took off his coat. Placing it on the back of the chair, he pulled a bottle from the pocket. "You don't tell, neither will I," he said as he poured them each a healthy shot.
They both drained their drinks as the tension in the room increased.
Vin looked at Chris, "I need to ask you something, Cowboy."
The use of the familiar nickname, that only Vin used, made Chris relax a little. But Vin didn't seem to be able to get out what he wanted to say. Chris looked him in the eye, urging him on, "What is it, Vin?
Vin turned away from him, then back, without meeting his eyes. Carefully he put the glass on the night table, took a deep breath and sat on the bed beside him.
"Aw hell, ain't never been good at words..." and with that he leaned over and kissed Chris.
Chris was shocked into utter stillness by Vin's actions. Misreading Chris's frozen reaction, Vin started to break the kiss. The realization that Vin was moving away, woke Chris from his haze.
"Oh, no you don't," he said as he pulled the tracker into an embrace and passionately returned the kiss. He let his hands find his way into Vin's hair and over his back. It felt so good, so natural to hold Vin. He thrust his tongue into his mouth, savoring the flavors of coffee, whiskey and Vin.
Vin broke the contact and looked up at Chris, "I wasn't imagining it then?"
"Damn, Vin. I've wanted to do this for so long, I forgot what it was like before I felt this way about you."
"Me too." Looking intently into Chris's eyes, "When you didn't come back the other morning....I knew..." Vin struggled for the words, to say them out loud. "I was scared for the first time in a long time. Then when I found you, when you woke up." Vin lowered his eyes, his voice grew huskier, "You kept saying things...touching me..."
Chris read it all in his eyes, the fear Vin had felt, the relief, the passion. He didn't want to waste time talking. He wanted to hold Vin in his arms. He wanted to taste him and make love to him. But first he had to ask...
"Vin, I want this. You. But I need to ask you somethin' - -" Chris cupped Vin's face with the palm of his hand.
"Yeah?" Vin turned into the touch, waiting.
"You... ever been with...another man?"
Vin looked away, "No, Chris. Never. Had a few ask, some just try, never did..." Then Vin's eyes met his. "You?"
Chris ran his thumb over Vin's lower lip. "I have, before and after Sarah. Just something I did. But this...this is different." "Do you trust me, Vin?"
"Yeah, Chris. I do."
"We'll go slow, I promise. But I want you, now." Chris placed Vin's hand on his swelling erection. Chris was thrilled when Vin began to stroke him through the blankets.
"I want you too. Now." Vin leaned in and claimed Chris's mouth. He slipped his tongue in and probed the moist cavity. He ran his hands up and down Chris's muscular back, enjoying the feel of the hard body. He broke the kiss. "Just...not too sure what to do..."
"Good. Doing good," Chris said as he reclaimed Vin's mouth. Nibbling at his lower lip, biting his throat, Chris slowly unbuttoned Vin's shirt. Once it was open, Chris slid it off Vin's shoulders. With nimble fingers, Chris undid the small brown buttons to Vin's pants and unbuckled his gunbelt. Vin stood to remove his gun and pants.
Vin's face betrayed the nervousness he felt. He stood there, not sure if he should remove his underwear or not. It wasn't from the thought of being naked with Chris, it was where this was going that was making knots in Vin's stomach.
"Don't stop there." Chris said with an lusty grin.
Color flushed on Vin's cheeks, but he removed the last of his clothing.
Chris looked at the slender yet strong young body before him. Vin was all muscle, sculpted, but sinewy not bulky. Chris's gaze moved up to Vin's face and he was lost in the younger man's eyes. He always marveled at how blue they were and how much you could see in those eyes if you looked. "Come here," Chris said as he pulled the blanket back to make room for Vin.
Vin slid into the bed next to Chris, then straddled him. He claimed Chris in a kiss as the blond man wrapped his hands around Vin's body.
Chris ran a hand into Vin's hair, caressing the strands, as his other hand slid over the smooth muscles of Vin's back. He was pleasantly surprised at Vin's boldness and wanted to encourage him to continue.
Vin started to unbutton Chris's long handles, but was having difficulty. He had to break the kiss to concentrate. After struggling, he finally managed to get the last one and noticed Chris was watching him.
Chris knew Vin was feeling awkward, but his apparent lack of experience was making Chris's cock hard. Chris studied the serious expression on Vin's face, the way the tip of his tongue showed slightly through parted lips. Vin was so absorbed in his task, he didn't seem to notice the close scrutiny. Gently, Chris took one of Vin's hands and guided it to his crotch. He smiled as Vin found the hardness and stroked it lightly. "Want to help me out of these, pard?" Chris said indicating his underwear.
Vin licked his lips and sat back on his heels and helped Chris peel off his long handles. Then, Vin slowly slid back up the length of Chris's body savoring the feeling of the gunfighter's skin against his. He started to devour Chris's body with his mouth. Licking and biting at the rock hard abs, the soft flesh above his groin, finally settling on his nipples. Using his hands on one and his mouth on the other, Vin had Chris writhing in pleasure on the bed.
Chris nearly exploded when Vin rubbed his cock up against his. He thought to himself that whatever Vin lacked in actual experience with a man, he sure made up for it with passion. "I can't take much more Vin. I want to make love to you. You okay with that?" Chris was worried that Vin would be apprehensive, so he wasn't prepared for what happened next.
Vin stared at Chris like a hungry wolf eyeing wounded prey. He broke the gaze and slid his body lower to run his tongue over the length of Chris cock. "Don't know if I'm done with you yet?" He ran his tongue around the tip and then opened his mouth taking in all of Chris.
"Oh shit! Vin." He tried to grab the smaller man but the sensations he was experiencing as Vin sucked his cock seemed to be draining all his strength. "Don't stop," he said breathlessly as he caressed Vin's hair.
Vin continued to lick and suck at Chris. He ran a finger along behind Chris's balls, near his opening. Chris's hips bucked in response, so Vin decided to see what Chris would do if he licked the same spot.
Chris arched his body, his head pressing back into the pillows. "Damn." Was all he could get out.
Using his mouth on Chris's cock and his fingers on his balls, Vin worked until he could feel the tension building in Chris.
"Vin, I'm going to come," Chris warned, his voice husky with desire.
"Good." Was all Vin said as he wrapped his fingers around the base of Chris's shaft and pumped him till he came he gushing spurts clawing at Vin's shoulders. Vin drank it all in, savoring the new flavor that was Chris.
Chris mustered his strength and grabbed Vin's arms, pulling the younger man up onto his chest. He crushed his mouth with a passionate kiss, tasting himself. It struck him that he'd never kissed a man who had just made him come. Mingled with the flavors of Vin, it was good...damn good. "Your turn now pard," he said licking his lips. "I'm going to show you now."
"Maybe you better rest now, Chris. I'd hate to face Nathan if..."
"No, ain't stopping. Not now," Chris said trying to read Vin's expression.
"But you're hurt... " Vin turned away from Chris's penetrating gaze.
"I'm fine, Vin. I want you." Chris gently grabbed Vin's chin, forcing him to look at him. "Now. Right now," He finished by crushing Vin's lips with his own. Breaking the kiss, he pulled back to feast on Vin's throat. Biting and nibbling, he made his way to the hollow of his throat. Using his tongue first, he teased the soft flesh before kissing it. Next, he moved to his collar bone, trailing kisses and nips along the length.
Chris could feel how tense Vin was. He wondered about the change. Vin certainly seemed eager when he was exploring and pleasing Chris. Now that it was Chris's turn to explore and please – Vin seemed tense, nervous. Enjoying the feel of Vin's skin under his hands, he decided to take his time, so he could pleasure Vin while he recovered enough to make love to him.
Moving to suck on a nipple, Chris used a finger to tease the other to a hard nub. He was enjoying touching the smooth chest, tasting and kissing it, but sensed that Vin was somehow still uncomfortable. Alternating between Vin's left and right nipple, Chris could feel his own erection starting to stir again. Pleasantly surprised at his own returning desire, Chris rubbed himself against Vin's body. He wanted this, the first time, to be good for both them. Thinking he needed to say something, Chris started, "Vin, I want to..."
Vin's eyes locked on Chris's and his entire body tensed. All he could do was nod.
Normally Chris could read Vin, but this time, he wasn't sure. As soon as their eyes met, he knew. Vin was scared. Hell, he was petrified. Damn, did Vin think he'd hurt him? Well, I'll just have to show him.
Slowly working his way down Vin's flat stomach, Chris kissed his way to his groin. He tentatively ran his tongue across his cock, then flicked it over his balls. He slid lower and used his mouth to tease the inside the of Vin's thighs. Working his way back up, he suck and licked at the hard shaft. Looking up, he could see Vin relax. He continued to lick and suck, until Vin's hips started to thrust upward. Chris knew he was ready.
Chris leaned over and opened the drawer on the night table. He pulled out the small brown bottle of oil. Pouring some into his hands, he moved back to Vin. "Vin, I promise you, I won't hurt you."
Vin didn't trust his voice. He nodded and put his head back on the pillow.
"Give me that pard," Chris said as he pulled the pillow out. Placing it next to Vin's hip, "Raise up a bit." Sliding the pillow under Vin's lower back to make it easier, Chris explained, "That'll make it easier, for us to...so I can see you. Need to know you're ok."
Vin looked at him, willing Chris to continue with his eyes, letting him know he wanted it too. Vin seemed to force his words out, "I want you, Chris. Go ahead."
Knowing how nervous Vin was, those words made Chris even more determined that they both enjoy this. With great care, he eased a slippery finger into Vin.
"Easy pard, it'll feel better as we go along, promise." Slowly he worked the opening, adding a second finger. Feeling Vin tense up, he probed for the magic spot deep within. As Vin arched on the bed, pushing on his hand, he knew he'd hit it.
"Yeah...Chris..." Vin managed to get out as his body began to give into the pleasure he was experiencing.
Pleased with Vin's reaction, and wanting to plunge in with his renewed erection, Chris added a third finger. He wanted to be sure Vin was stretched as much as possible. Chris knew he needed to make this time feel good for Vin, so they would be eager for the next time, and the time after that. Smiling to himself, Chris removed his fingers and wiped them on the sheet at the foot of the bed. Taking the oil, he noticed Vin seem to be disappointed that he had pulled out. Pouring more oil, he again coated Vin's opening and his cock.
"Ready, cowboy?" Chris asked as he moved into position.
Vin nodded, his eyes dark with desire, need, and a touch of fear.
Chris pressed the head of his cock up against the puckered oval. What he wanted was to thrust in with all his strength, but he slid in slowly. He was about three quarters of the way in when he felt Vin stiffen. "Easy Vin, relax." He ran his hands down the side of Vin's legs. "Don't fight it, it'll be better as soon as you let me all the way in."
Vin looked at Chris, licked his lips and gave him a wolfish grin. "Go ahead, cowboy. Burns some, but damn, I want ya."
"I want you, too," Chris said as he slipped in the rest of the way. He remained motionless, waiting to see how Vin reacted to the intrusion.
When he felt Vin pushing back at him, Chris began to slide in and out. Gently at first, but when he felt Vin wrap his legs around his back, he began to thrust faster and harder. His eyes were fixed on Vin, watching, to be sure he did not hurt him.
Vin had his head back against the mattress, pushing his hips to meet Chris's thrusts. He felt Chris's eyes, and held his gaze. In their unspoken way, he let Chris know he was all right. Better than all right.
Chris keep pumping in and out, sinking in as deep as he could go, then pulling out slowly. He knew that he was almost there, so he reached out and wrapped his hand around Vin's penis and began to pump him in time with his thrusts.
Vin's body bucked to meet Chris's. He was lost in a sea of pleasure. Chris Larabee was buried deep inside him, making love. And it was Chris's hand pumping his erection, sending him over the edge. He had wanted this, with Chris, for so long. He felt like he was going to burst! Every push inward, the slow pull out, caused shivers to run through his body. His hands clutched at the bedding while his hips pushed up as hard as he could manage. He felt the tension build, and then finally, he exploded. His body shivered and a moan escaped his lips as he spurted his juices.
Chris heard the moan as Vin's body clamped down on his cock. His felt the wet and sticky evidence of Vin's orgasm on his hand. As his own body climaxed deep within Vin, he gasped his partners name. He continued to pump Vin, both with his body and hand until his own body was spent. Reluctantly, he pulled out. Using the towel he wiped as his now limp cock. Tenderly, he wiped at Vin's stomach, causing the blue eyes to open and watch. Chris threw the towel on the floor and collapsed next to Vin.
They both lay there side by side, trying to catch their breath. Vin recovered first, and watched Chris, a mix of happiness and unease in his eyes. Hearing Chris call out his name as he came filled Vin with satisfaction. He was worried that Chris would be disappointed with their love making.
When he could breathe, Chris turned to look at Vin. He caught a glimpse of uncertainty flash in the blue eyes. He rolled to his side and gently ran a finger down Vin's face. It was a tender gesture and he hoped it was enough to convey his feelings.
Vin gave him a slight smile and reached out to cup his face. He let his thumb rub across Chris's full lower lip. "Chris, was that...I mean...did ya..."
It hit Chris like a lighting bolt. He knew why Vin was scared, he was worried that his lack of experience would make it less pleasurable for Chris. Cutting off Vin's word, Chris captured Vin's thumb in his mouth. He sucked it, then gently released it.
"Y' know," Chris said impulsively pulling the smaller man into his arms, "Nate says he wants us to spend all night tonight and all day tomorrow in bed." Running his hands the length of Vin's strong back, he slipped lower to caress his butt. "This is one time I won't mind listening to Nathan." Wanting to be sure that he expressed his feelings and that being with Vin was not a disappointment, he added, "We'll have to plan time away together. Can't wait for one of us to get hurt to do this again."
Vin understood the unspoken message. "Well, I can always drag you on a trip to get herbs for Nathan," Vin said as he ran his fingers through Chris's short blond hair. He looked deep into Chris's eyes and knew that this was what they both wanted, forever. Smacking Chris playfully on the ass, "Guess you'll expect me to come out and help with that damn shack of yours now. Better make it worth my while."
Chris laughed, "Think I can find a way to show my appreciation." He rolled onto his back pulling Vin with him. Vin hooked one leg around Chris's, locking himself closer, making himself comfortable on Chris's chest.
"Reckon we ought to - -" Vin yawned into Chris's shoulder, "build a bigger bed while we're at it, pard." His body was already relaxing as he drifted off.
"Don't worry. We'll fit..." Chris impulsively kissed the top of Vin's head. "We'll find a way."
THE END