by Judy
This is a sequel to Tiffiny's With This Ring
No. Don't.It looks nice ...!
What the fuck was I thinking!
Why did I say that, oh shit. How could I be so obvious...?
It looks nice. Damn it, but it DID look good, too good!
At least I didn't say what I wanted to do to it!
Chris Larabee sat down at his desk and turned the chair to stare at the blind covered, floor to ceiling window. He hoped the rest of the day would go by quickly. Thank God it was Friday and with the weekend, they all might forget what he said. His mind kept wandering back to Vin and the stream of questions left unanswered. Who was his bet with? Just what was the bet? And the nipple ring itself. The sight of Vin's left nipple, pierced....The urge to touch it, or better yet, run his tongue...
Stop it Larabee! You've got a desk covered in paperwork, keep your mind on what needs to be done.
Despite his best efforts, Chris found himself just sitting at his desk, thinking about Vin's nipple ring, when Buck, interrupted his thoughts by barging into his office with a huge gin on his face.
"Hey Chris, --you'll never guess what Junior bet and with who." Buck laughed, "He actually bet that pinched-nose social worker that he could beat her at darts. He lost, so she made him get a nipple ring! Can you believe that boy?"
Chris visibly relaxed, and he offered a slight smile to his old friend trying to hide the relief this news brought him.
Buck chuckled at him, "-- and if he had won, that witch was going to try to help the kids get that center Vin's been pushing for. You'd think she'd be willing to help out anyway. Oh well, thought you'd like to know just what Junior got himself into."
Shaking his head, Chris stood and walked past Buck. Buck put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. Chris turned to him with a surprised expression and Buck smiled reassuringly.
Damn, did he know? Was I that transparent? Chris wondered as he walked out to face his team. He navigated the maze of desks until he reached Vin's.
"Vin, what are you going to do about the center?" he asked. He sat with one lean hip on the corner of Vin's desk, trying to be casual.
Vin looked up at him, and sighed. "Since I lost, she gave me a passel of paperwork that needs to be filled out. All kinds of legal mumbo jumbo. Figure I'll try to fill it out this weekend. Needs to filed at city hall by Monday lunchtime to make it in under that new grant deadline. May not make the game at your house Sunday. Sorry pard."
"You got anything else planned for the weekend?" Chris asked and held his breath. What the hell, here goes nothing.
"Nope, why?"
"Well, why don't you come out Saturday morning? I'll help you with the paper work, we can take a break and go for a ride. The horses haven't been out in a two or three weeks. We can order in dinner, finish up the paperwork. In fact, why not bring what you need to stay overnight, just in case. And if necessary, we'll have Ezra and Josiah Sunday if there is anything we can't figure out."
"Don't know what to say but thanks, Chris. Sure be easier and more fun to fill out all those damn forms with you, and you know I sure could use the help. Thanks, thanks a lot."
Across the room, Buck and Ezra passed a glance of triumph at each other and smiled. They both had been hard at work for almost five months to get Vin or Chris to make a move. They all had seen the way they looked at each other, and the entire team wanted to see them together. Buck and Ezra had decided that they would play match maker.
Ezra had been working on Vin, trying to get him to admit his feelings for their team leader. Buck had undertaken Chris, figuring he could get him to open up and share his feelings with his oldest friend about his "new" best friend. Till now, neither had made any progress.
Neither of them would have guessed that Vin getting a nipple ring would have been the catalyst to get their two friends together. Buck gave Ezra a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile, and Ezra returned a two finger salute in silent agreement that Sunday was going to be very interesting.
The matchmakers had both pure and selfish motives for getting Chris and Vin together. They genuinely wanted both men happy. For that matter, all of them wanted to see their team leader and quiet sharpshooter happy. The selfish motive they shared was that they wanted to break the news about their own relationship. They had been afraid that if they spoke up first, it might make Chris or Vin back off for fear that it might be too uncomfortable for the team of seven men to have two couples.
To Ezra, it was amazing that no one had noticed that he and the supposed ladies man had become close. He suspected that Vin had noticed something, but luckily, the quiet man was in such a state over his own emotions, Ezra was pretty sure it hadn't fully registered.
While Buck and Ezra were congratulating themselves, across the room, Vin Tanner was far from happy.
Sure be easier and more fun to fill out all those damn forms with you, and you know I sure could use the help. Thanks, thanks a lot.
What was I thinking, may as well have batted my eyes and dropped a hanky. Aw hell, what did I say yes for? He did say he thought the ring looked nice.
Stop it Tanner, he's your boss, your friend, he was married! He isn't interested in you that way.
Aw shit, I need the help with the paperwork, it'd be good to go riding. It'll be okay. Just won't think about all that time together, just the two of us, at night....
Stop it Tanner! Ouch! Stupid ring...should just take the damn thing off.
It looks nice. Chris said it looked nice.
Oh Lord, how am I going to survive staying over night?
Meanwhile, back in his office sitting at his desk, Chris was chastising himself.
Stop thinking about it. Damn it, stop!
He couldn't help it. He swore he could make out the outline of the ring on Vin's chest. The urge to touch it, to see it again, was getting worse instead of better.
Boy, did he need a drink.
It's no use, Chris thought as he sat with his head in his hands. He would never get any work done if all he could see was the image of Vin's nipple. Dark, oval, slightly rosy and pouty, fresh from the piercing, with the light glinting off the silver ring... It did look nice. Nice, hell, it was fucking driving him wild! Wicked was more like it.
The tension at their usual table in Inez's Saloon for Friday night happy hour was apparent to everyone. JD and Josiah tried to ease it, by waging a popcorn war across the table, but it was like there was electricity in the air. Silently, the five men who were hoping that this weekend would finally bring their leader and sharpshooter together, were praying that it all worked out. Chris had changed so much since Vin joined the team. All good changes. The team was ecstatic that Chris had finally someone to care about, and who cared about him.
Later as they all walked to their cars, bidding each other goodnight, reminding each other what to bring for the game on Sunday, they all were thinking in different ways about the possibilities that tomorrow would bring.
*******
The next morning, when Vin showered, he carefully cleaned his nipple ring according to the directions that Tiny from Pins and Needles had given him. Tiny, boy if a person was ever given the wrong name, it was him! At well over six feet and close to 250 pounds, he was bigger than Josiah. And the pierced nipples, ears, and eyebrow just didn't seem to match the huge tattoo of Popeye on his chest.
He dressed, carefully selecting a shirt that was loose enough not to rub on the ring. Damn nipple was still awfully sensitive. Grabbing his packed gym bag, he headed out. Taking the stairs slowly so the ring wouldn't bounce, he made his way to his jeep. He tossed the bag onto the seat, climbed in, slammed it into gear and peeled out.
He figured he'd stop for coffee at that place Chris liked, and pick up some of those cinnamon muffins he always ordered. If he stopped to think for even one minute what he was doing, where he was going, why was he bringing muffins, he'd never make it out to the ranch.
*******
Chris paced the kitchen, alternating between beating himself up for asking Vin to stay over night and praying for the courage to finally say something. He didn't mind helping Vin with the paperwork -- heck he liked the kids in Vin's building. He was proud of Vin's involvement, and was happy to help. He just wanted to be strong enough to let Vin know how he felt, how much he cared, how much he longed... How much he wanted to run his tongue around that damn nipple ring. Just thinking about the damn ring was making his pants tight.
*******
The sound of a car door startled Chris back to his kitchen. He was here, this was it, now or never Larabee. You can do this, take it slow, you've got all day. We'll do the paperwork, go for a ride, call for a pizza. I can start a fire, crack open some beers, then...
The knock at the door jolted Chris from his thoughts. He walked to the front of the house, adjusting his cock inside his pants and opened the door. For a second he couldn't speak or breathe. Vin was standing there, in tight faded jeans, a faded denim work shirt with a bag in his hands and a fat folder under his arm. Chris could just make out the faint outline of the ring on the left side of his chest. That damn ring. If he could touch it, taste it. He shifted to ease the tightness in his groin.
"Hey cowboy! Figured I'd bring you some of those muffins you like. It's the least I could do to thank you." I could think of a better way to thank you.
Muffins? I could think of a better way to thank me Vin. "Muffins are great Vin, thanks. I'm happy to help."
Vin followed Chris into the house, allowing himself at glance at Chris's tight ass. Wasn't often he got to see it in jeans, so he took a moment to admire the view. They settled in at the kitchen table, munched on muffins and coffee while they spread out all the paperwork for the community youth center proposal. Normally the silence between the two men was a comfortable one, but now they both felt a little bit awkward.
They made short work of most of the paperwork. Vin had really done his homework, and in truth, needed very little help with the forms. Chris offered to write on the actual forms, since his printing was better. By lunchtime they had completed all but the final one. And this they wanted both Ezra and Josiah to look over because it was an paragraph detailing the justification of the building. Both Chris and Vin felt that Ezra and Josiah, with their style and gift for words, could help craft an inspiring statement.
"Got an idea Vin. There's plenty of cold cuts and rolls, we could pack up a lunch and ride out to Martinez's pond. Interested?"
Vin smiled at the idea, "I'll go saddle up the horses."
"I'll pack the food. Meet you outside."
After he packed the last sandwich, Chris put some chips in a bag, and wondered if he would have finally have the nerve to say something once they were out of the house, away from all distractions.
He opened the cabinet and took out one of the boxes of Mallomars he had bought for Vin and dropped it in one of the bags. Then he quickly pulled them out and set them back in the cabinet. He paused and took a breath. I can do this. I want to do this. What the hell? He opened the door and snagged one of the boxes of Mallomars again and threw it back in the bag. Grabbing two bottles of water and two bottles of beer, he laid them in the cooler bag and headed out.
In the barn, Vin was having his own panic attack. Calm down Tanner. It's a ride. We've gone on plenty before, no big deal. If it was no big deal, why was his stomach in knots? Finishing up, he walked both horses out to the house.
Chris finished locking the door, and stood on the porch with the saddle bags and cooler. He tossed Vin one of the saddle bags and secured the cooler bag to the saddle horn. They mounted up, with Chris leading the way on Cinco.
Vin followed, and they started up the trail behind Chris's house.
As the trail allowed for it, Vin rode Peso up beside Chris who glanced over. Was it his imagination, or could he really see the ring bouncing as they rode? No matter, Chris felt his pants getting tighter just thinking about Vin's nipple ring.
For Vin, the bouncing of the ring against his chest was starting to irritate him, but every time he made up his mind to take it out, Chris's words floated back to him:
It looks nice.
If Chris liked it, then he could stand it. Right now, he'd love to have Chris do something to soothe it. Thoughts of Larabee's mouth and tongue, on his nipple, on his throat, down his... As his pants began to feel a little tighter, Vin figured he'd best concentrate on the scenery.
Three quarters of an hour later found them at Martinez's pond. Chris's neighbor, Raphael Martinez, was a great guy. He let Chris ride on his land, and he was welcome in return on Larabee's property. The pond was a favorite spot of both Chris and Vin. It was a wide, deep pond, fed by a stream that ran from the mountains. The water was clear and cold. Usually at dusk or dawn, some deer or elk could be spotted coming down to the edge for a drink.
This was their usual destination when they went riding. It had been about three weeks since the two of them had been out here. They had sat, just watching the sun set, and drinking a few beers. Vin had never felt so contented in his entire life. Like he belonged here. With Chris.
The ride up had been quiet and relaxing, but as soon as they dismounted, the tension crept back in. Vin made sure the horses were secure, while Chris set up the lunch. They sat back enjoying the view and food.
When Chris pulled out the box of Mallomars, Vin just smiled, "You don't eat those do you, pard?"
"No," he shrugged. "I don't. Got em' for you."
Vin reached for the box and his fingers gently brushed Chris's hand. Vin quickly grabbed a Mallomar and shoved it in his mouth. He turned away studying the sky, sure that his cheeks must have flushed and given him away.
Chris reached for a cookie, fearful that he had tipped his hand too soon.
How the hell can you eat these things? Chris wondered as he tried to chew the sticky confection.
Vin reached for a second Mallomar. Only this time he was careful to avoid touching Chris, afraid that he would betray his feelings. He took a small bite, deciding to savor the luscious chocolate coating. His tongue flicked at a small bit of chocolate that broke off. At that same moment, Chris chanced a glance in Vin's direction.
The site of Vin's tongue capturing the bit of chocolate was enough to make Chris's pants get uncomfortably tight. Watching as a second piece fell into Vin's shirt, Chris was rewarded with a peek at the nipple ring as Vin fished out the chocolate. The silver wire caught the light and again Chris felt his pants constrict even more. He decided it was time to finally confront Vin with his feelings.
"Vin, we need to talk."
Vin's steely blue eyes locked on Larabee's and the knot in his stomach tightened. Could it really be, was Ezra right? Did Chris share his feelings?
Before Chris could say another word, his cell phone rang. Damn it! "Larabee," he growled into the phone.
"Chris, it's Orrin, sorry to bother you on a Saturday, but that spread sheet you gave me -- the budget plan -- the last column didn't print clearly. Do you by any chance have a copy at home?"
"Yeah Orrin, I do. It's just that I'm out for a ride. Do you need those figures now?"
"Sorry Chris, but I do."
"Okay, Orrin. I'll head back to the ranch and call you when I get there." He replaced the cell phone in his jacket pocket. "Vin, if you want to stay out here for a while longer, I wouldn't blame you."
"That's okay pard. I'll go back with you. While you deal with the budget crisis, I'll give Peso and Cinco a good brushing." With that Vin put the garbage in plastic, then into the saddle bag to take back with them. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Nothing that can't wait."
Chris was glad Vin was riding back with him, and he promised himself, he would try again to tell the laconic sharpshooter exactly how he felt as soon as he rescued Orrin's damned spreadsheet.
Chris quickly packed up the rest of the lunch and Vin retrieved the horses. Casting a glance at Chris, Vin wondered if this interruption was a good or a bad thing. His face, that had been so relaxed a minute ago, was set in a frown, his mind off somewhere far away.
The ride back was quick as Chris was anxious to return to where he left off with his handsome young pardner. Once they rode back, and Chris dismounted, Vin went straight back to the barn with the horses and Chris headed directly to his study to locate the spreadsheet.
By the end, Chris had gone over quite a lot more areas with Orrin than either of them expected. When he finally shut the PC down, Chris was surprised to see it was already after five. He walked out to the barn to see what Vin was up to.
Bent over and covered in dirt, with Peso gently nudging his back, was how Chris found him. It was apparent that Vin was cleaning the horse's hoof, but to Chris, it was a sight to behold. So, he just stood there watching the muscles in the back of Vin's thighs flex as he worked out the muck.
"Didn't invite you up here to be a stable hand pard," he said after enjoying the view for a couple of minutes.
Smiling as he turned, Vin shrugged, "Don't mind none, made the time go fast."
"Awful dirty, there," Chris said nodding to the dirt on Vin's shirt and jeans. "Go hit the shower. I'll order a pizza and open up a few beers."
"Sounds great, Chris. Starting to get hungry,". Vin said he as wiped his hands on his hands on his pants and walked towards Chris.
The knot in Vin's stomach was back, so he grinned to hide his nervousness, "Got any Mallomars left for dessert?
Wonder when he'll bring it up again?
What was it he wanted to talk about?
Suppose he figured out how I feel?
Oh shit, that could be it. He knows -- he wants me to leave the team.
Vin was so lost in thought he missed the hungry glances Chris kept throwing his way.
Once in the house, Vin headed to the guest room and the shower, while Chris hunted up the take out menu from the pizza place that delivered. He ordered a large pie with mushrooms and half pepperoni. He wasn't sure about onions, hated to have bad breath. Oh hell, Vin likes all those damn veggies. So he changed the order for a large pie with peppers, mushrooms, onions, and half pepperoni. He reached into the fridge for two beers, but decided to start a fire instead.
Damn it Larabee, you're acting like a school boy on a first date.
Once he had a nice fire going, he returned to the kitchen, pulled out two beers, opened them, and took them to the living room. He plopped on the floor by the fire, with the remote in his hands. Once more, against his will, his thoughts drifted back to Vin's nipple ring. The large oval brown aureole, the delicate silver hoop, the tight pecs.
Vin walked in from the hallway, interrupting Chris's thoughts. His hair still damp from the shower. He wore faded jeans with a hole on the left knee, and a dark flannel shirt that looked familiar to Chris. He had rolled the cuffs up and it was unbuttoned a few from the top. It was opened enough that Vin's chest was exposed.
His nipple, the ring...that damn ring! Chris tried to tear his eyes away as the blood rushed to his groin.
"Had to borrow a shirt pard. It was on the dryer. Mine was pretty dirty. Hope you don't mind. Only brought the one, figured I wouldn't need to get fancy just to watch football with the guys."
"N...o...no ... no problem." Chris managed to stammer out. "Heck, looks better on you than it does me anyhow."
Chris found himself smiling. Vin did look good in the dark shirt. It made his eyes seem bluer. Chris just added the realization of how blue Vin's eyes were, to a day already filled with unsettling thoughts.
And there it was, too. The ring.
"Well, had to roll up the cuffs some. Didn't figure you had such long arms." Vin said as he gracefully lowered himself to the floor next to Chris.
Moves like a damn cat, Chris thought as he almost dropped the remote. The way the light from the fire reflected in his eyes and cast a golden glow on his hair, Chris wondered if he could hold out till after the pizza was delivered.
Shifting uncomfortably, Vin continued. "Can't get over what a pain in the ass this damn ring is. Had to wash it special. Supposed to clean it twice a day. For up to 10 weeks. Maybe I should just take it out."
The doorbell and the arrival of the pizza saved Chris from answering.
*******
They ate in silence, Vin getting up once to get more beers. As he walked to the kitchen, Chris couldn't help but watch his denim clad ass. There was a worn spot on his left ass cheek. Chris smiled, noticing the tiny patch of blue. Never figured Vin for blue underwear.
When they both had eaten their fill, Chris said he'd clean up. Meanwhile, Vin got them more beer. When Chris returned to the living room, Vin was stoking the fire, adding more wood.
"So what's on TV tonight, cowboy?" Vin asked as he returned to the floor beside Chris. He stretched his legs out and placed his sock clad feet near the fire.
"Vin, before we watch TV, there's something I have to talk to you about Vin. I tried this afternoon, I got to do it now before I lose my nerve." As if to dramatize his point, Chris took a long swig from his beer.
Trying not to show how nervous he was, despite the knot in his stomach, Vin attempted to make light of Chris's serious demeanor. "You ain't gonna fire me are you, boss?"
Stay calm Tanner. Shit. He knows, he figured it out... he's going to tell me he doesn't feel the same way. Don't let him see how you feel.
"No, Vin, I'm not going to fire you. Look, since you joined the team...oh shit. Just don't decide to shoot me--" and he reached out with one hand to cup Vin's cheek in his palm, and with that, he pressed his lips to Vin's.
Vin returned the kiss. Their tongues hesitatingly explored each other's mouths, but when they both realized that they wanted the same thing, the passion increased.
As they broke the kiss for air, Vin looked at Chris, his blue eyes made bluer by the passion within and finally found his voice. "I was afraid to tell you... that I wanted...that I ..."
"Damn, we've wasted too much time already. Vin, I want you. Have for a long time. Gotta warn you though, I don't share. You still interested?" Chris's expression was serious.
"I've never felt for anyone what I feel for you. Don't plan on feeling this way about anyone else. I'm yours for as long as you want me."
"Well, then you're mine. All mine. Forever." Chris pulled the smaller man into an embrace and began to kiss his neck. Vin gasped as Chris's body pressed on his sensitive nipple. Chris murmured an apology while pulling back the shirt and kissing the area around Vin's nipple. He resumed his exploration, nuzzling Vin's ear lobe, probing the inside of his ear with his tongue. He returned his mouth to Vin's and they kissed long and deep again.
Chris gently pushed Vin back onto the carpet and caressed his hair with one hand and his face with the other. "God, I love you hair. Been wanting to do this for so long now--"
Vin cocked his head a little and smiled. "That why you never tell me to get it cut like you do JD?" Chris just smiled and kissed him.
"Damn Chris, I've wanted to touch you for so long-- " Vin paused as he lightly touched Chris's hair. "I just figured that you would never..." Moving his hands to stroke Chris's broad back, Vin asked, "have you...you know...ever been with a man?"
"Me, yeah I have. Before I met Sarah I had a few interesting...moments. Then right after I lost her and Adam, I did a lot of crazy things. Some experiences I doubt I could remember even if I tried." Chris paused to kiss Vin's throat then asked, "How about you, have you ever been with a man?"
Vin stiffened at his words, turning away. Chris gently ran his finger along his jaw to bring his face back to where he could see his eyes. "Vin, it's ok. You had a life, I more than understand that. I'm not asking you to give me details. Just wanted to know - ."
Vin turned partly back towards Chris, but could not, would not look him in the eye. "It's not that. I'm just...I've never told. Never felt safe telling anyone...."
The tension in Vin's body combined with the words he was trying to force out caused knots to form in Chris's stomach. Suddenly he felt protective. Putting his arms around Vin, Chris forced him to look into his eyes. "Are you trying to say that someone forced...?"
Vin saw the concern there, and it gave him the courage to tell him what he had never told anyone before. "No...Yes...ah, shit, Chris. It's why I ran away. One of the foster homes they put me in. The father, he tried. I wouldn't...fought him....but I was scared he'd try again. So I ran away, made my way here. Since then there'd been other men who wanted to, but it didn't feel right."
Chris pulled back, and look at Vin, tying to decide what to do.
"Till you. I wanted you that first day. When I saw you walking towards me in that warehouse after I shot that guy who almost got Nathan."
Relief washed over Chris. He wanted Vin so bad right now, and if he had been hurt by someone, forced, he couldn't bear to think about it. So instead he kissed him.
Vin responded, their tongues enjoyed the exploration of each other's mouth. Vin began to unbutton Chris's shirt. When Chris noticed, he reciprocated, and made short work of it.
Meanwhile, the sharpshooter was having problems. Chris looked down, Vin was biting his lip in concentration as his hands fumbled with the buttons. The blood flowed to Chris's cock, his partner's inexperience arousing him even more. Watching with pleasure, he let Vin finish at his own pace. Soon they were both shirtless and could explore each other's bodies.
Chris paused at the sight that had been haunting him for days, "it really does look nice."
Vin smiled and nipped and bit along Chris's collar bone, then he started down his smooth tanned chest. He gently pulled on a nipple with his teeth, extracting a moan from Chris. As his tongue swirled around the tight little bead of flesh, he reached for the other with his hand. Pinching it, he began to kiss further down Chris's lean hard body. When he reached the waistband of Chris's pants, he looked up.
Chris's eyes were closed, a hand in Vin's hair, a hand on his shoulder. When he realized that the sweet sensations had stopped he looked down. Vin was smiling at him, his eyes bluer than Chris had ever seen them.
"Road block," was all he said.
They both stood up. As Chris peeled off his tight jeans, Vin stopped. He turned and looked at Chris. "Chris, I want this, want you. Gotta know now, before we...if...will I have to leave the team...can we..."
"We're both level headed enough to work together and be more than friends. Hell, we've both felt this way about each other for a while, and it's never been a problem." Chris paused, standing there naked, distracted by the sight of Vin peeling off his jeans. " Besides, Buck knows. He's been pushing me, prodding me -- in fact, we owe him for this."
"Ezra knows, too. He's been after me to tell you." Vin said as he stretched out on the floor. "Ok, enough talk, come here cowboy."
"Wait a minute, here." Chris said as he tossed Vin the blanket from the couch. "One more thing I need to get. Be right back."
Vin spread the blanket out and waited for Chris.
He returned with a tube of gel, some towels, and joined Vin on the blanket. "Now where were we?" Vin looked at Chris, at his erection, and moved so he could take it in his mouth. "Not sure this will the best you ever had, but I want to try it. You okay with that?"
Just the thought of Vin's mouth on his cock was pumping more blood to it, until it was aching with anticipation. But he didn't want to push Vin to do something he wasn't comfortable with. "You don't have to do it, Vin. There's other things we could do." He hoped his voice didn't betray how close he was to just rolling Vin over and taking him.
"I want to."
Spreading his legs to give Vin better access, Chris said with a smile, "Watch your teeth pard!"
Vin chuckled and nodded, adjusting his position. He slowly ran his tongue over the length of Chris's member. He paused at the tip and gently sucked on it. Then he did it again, but this time he let his hand gently fondle Chris's balls while he licked. Soon Chris was moaning as Vin took his length in. He slid his mouth up and down the hard shaft, occasionally swirling his tongue around the tip. Every once in awhile he would give Chris's balls an easy squeeze. He wrapped his fingers at the base and began to pump it while he sucked on the tip. Soon he could feel the tension building in Chris's body.
"Oh, Vin..." Chris moaned with his release.
Hearing Chris say his name, knowing that he had brought Chris to release, pleased Vin. He continued to milk Chris until he was done, savoring the essence of his partner, then he began to kiss a trail back up the lean torso. When he was within reach, Chris grabbed him in his arms and rolled onto him, careful to avoid the nipple ring.
"My turn now, pard," Chris said with a wicked grin, and he knew what he wanted to do first. He kiss him lightly on the lips, then moved to nibble on his throat. He moved to his collar bone, biting and kissing as he progressed towards his goal. Slowly he laved his tongue around the right nipple, then applying gentle pressure with his teeth. With Vin moaning beneath him, and Chris decided it was time to claim his prize. He fingered the wet nipple and started to make his way to the pierced one. Vin felt his progress and opened his eyes.
"Ah shit, Chris -- don't." Vin said regretfully. "Sorry, you can't touch it or use your mouth on that one. It's got to heal. Too easy for it to get infected."
"Hell I didn't think of that...and I've been thinking about that damn ring, a lot. Something about it..." Chris made a sound almost like a growl. "Okay...I can come up with some other things to do till it heals. How long?"
Vin winced. "Eight to ten weeks."
Chris moaned and leaned down to kiss beside the ring. "It's worth it, I reckon."
Bypassing Vin's tempting left nipple, Chris made his way down the his partners chest towards his abdomen. He bit the flesh near his hip, swabbed his navel with his tongue, then continued down to the already hard cock. He teased the tip and used his fingers to stroke Vin's balls. Using his mouth and tongue, Chris made Vin squirm with pleasure. When he sensed that Vin was getting close to an orgasm, he paused.
"Vin, I want to...I'd like to come inside you. You okay with that?"
Opening his eyes, Vin looked up at Chris. Searching the depths of the green eyes above him, Vin saw only desire....desire tempered with a caring. "Yeah, I want you to. But Chris, I'm nervous, so can we do it so I can see you?"
Gazing into the bluest eyes he'd ever known, Chris saw passion, trust, and affection like he never thought he'd see in another's eyes again. Knowing in his heart that he felt more than lust for the quiet man beneath him, Chris felt compelled to say something. Words were not his strong suit, so he hoped it would be enough. "Sure, it's a little harder to maneuver that way, but I want to see you, to be sure you're ok.. I won't hurt you. Ever. I promise you that Vin. You mean more to me than..."
Vin cut short his response by capturing the blond man's mouth, using his tongue to silence any words. Chris realized that Vin knew that this was more than lust, more than a fuck. He was grateful that he didn't have to spill his guts, but could show Vin instead.
Chris reached for the tube of lubrication and squeezed some out. He slowly coated his shaft and leaned over to kiss Vin. Both of them knew there was no need to rush, because they had all night. Tasting each other, they kissed and licked at each other's mouths. Chris broke away to kiss Vin's stomach and groin.
"Would have told you to skip the onions if I knew we were going to wind up doing this, pard, " Vin smiled mischievously.
Returning the smile, Chris came clean, "I wasn't going to order them, but knew you liked them. So I changed the order."
Vin ran his hands up and down Chris's back. "You taste good with or without onions, cowboy. Heck, better than a Mallomar."
As he moved his mouth down Vin's body he mumbled, "Better than a Mallomar, glad to hear it."
Pausing to nip at the soft flesh below Vin's navel, Chris very slowly moved his hands to Vin's entrance. When his finger found the puckered oval, he gently pushed inside. At first, he met slight resistance, but as he kissed and nipped Vin's's stomach, relaxing him, his finger slipped in easily.
Looking up to see if his partner was ok, Chris was pleased to see the desire on Vin's face. He pulled out his finger and returned with two. Gently, he searched for the ultimate spot. He knew he'd hit it as Vin moaned with pleasure and arched his back, pressing his body downward onto Chris's fingers. He could feel Vin's hips moving, trying to make him go deeper. Chris replaced the two fingers with three, wanting to be sure that Vin was open enough to take him. As he massaged the gland, he covered Vin's mouth with his. This time Vin wrapped his arms around Chris as the sensation over took his body in waves of glowing pleasure.
Chris broke the kiss and removed his fingers to squeeze more gel into his hands. He coated his fully erect penis again and moved towards Vin. He stopped to grab a cushion from the couch. He positioned Vin's legs so that they were bent at the knees and pushed the cushion under his lower back. Satisfied that his entry would be comfortable to both, Chris started to ease into Vin.
The head of his cock met with slight resistance. Sensing that Vin was still tense, Chris fondled his ball sac and stroked the underside of his penis. When Chris felt Vin's body relax, he pushed himself in. Slowly he slid into the warm depths, his own enjoyment overshadowed with concern over his partner's pleasure.
At first Vin felt a burning sensation, but as Chris eased in slowly, the sensation turned to pleasure. "Chris, it's ok. I've want you for so long –" as he pressed for more. "I'm all right. Better than all right --"
The intense feelings created by being inside Vin started to overtake Chris. He pushed in deeper then pulled back. Slowly at first, then with more speed and force, as his own desires overwhelmed his restraint. Soon both men were covered in a light sweat. Vin had his arms around Chris, rubbing his back and buttocks.
As the thrusting grew fiercer, the only sounds were of flesh hitting flesh and the gentle moans of pleasure. Chris reached a hand in between them and found Vin's erection. He began to stroke in time with his thrusts. He could feel Vin's body tighten as he reached his climax. Feeling the explosion of sticky juices erupting from Vin pushed Chris over the edge. He came, groaning Vin's name.
When he was done, Chris slumped over on Vin, his head resting on his chest. Instinctively, Vin wrapped his arms around Chris and held him. They lay like that for minutes, both men catching their breaths. As his senses returned, Chris looked at Vin. His eyes were full of concern as he reached out to touch Vin's face. The warm smile that he received said more than words ever could.
Chris mustered up his strength and pulled out. He grabbed one of the towels and wiped off Vin's torso in lazy appreciative strokes, then his own. He finished by wiping off his own now-exhausted cock. Tossing the towel, he turned to look at Vin.
Vin had watched Chris clean them up with a contented smile. As Chris returned to his side, Vin closed his eyes.
"You okay, Vin?"
"Hmmmm... never better. That was damn good. You...was it okay for you?" Vin asked, a flash of insecurity evident.
"Ok?" Chris laughed, "a lot better than ok. Hasn't been that good for a long time." With that, he pulled the smaller man into his arms and kissed him possessively.
That gesture meant the world to Vin. He knew then that Chris was as happy as he was. Breathing in Chris's scent, Vin drifted off to sleep. The sound of his Lover's heart lulled him to sleep. Lover, that sounded good was his last thought.
Judging from how his body relaxed, Chris could tell that Vin knew how he felt. The even breathing he could feel and hear signaled that Vin was falling asleep. Relishing this moment, Chris tried to stay awake. It had been a long time since he had felt this good, this loved. Loved. That word had been foreign to him till just now. Now he realized that he was ready to love again, in fact, he had been in love all along with Vin. And secure in the knowledge that Vin loved him, too, he gave in to sleep.
*******
The daylight poking in through the drapes covering the window woke Vin. The warm breath on his shoulder seemed strange at first. In their sleep, they had both turned, now Chris was spooned up against his back. It felt so natural he realized. He was afraid to move, to disturb Chris and break the mood. For a split second, fear ran through him that maybe in the cold light of day this had been a mistake. What if Chris regrets it?
As if sensing the tension in Vin's body, Chris awoke. The realization if what they had done flooded his mind, then his thoughts shifted. Does Vin regret we did this? Summoning up his courage, he kissed Vin's shoulder to signal how he felt. "Morning, pard."
"Morning, Chris," Vin replied as he pressed back against Chris's body. Noticing the hardness thrust up against his butt, he said "That what I think it is?"
"Sure is."
Vin rolled to face him and Chris leaned in for a kiss. "I'd love to feel you inside me, Vin," Chris said as he nibbled his way down Vin's throat.
"I'm not sure...I...uh...I never did it before -- I don't want to hurt you-- "
"It'll be fine, Vin. You'll be fine." With that he got up to use the bathroom and grab another clean towel. When he returned, Vin got up for a nature break as well.
When Vin walked in, Chris rolled onto his belly, an unmistakable grin of invitation on his face. Vin dropped to his knees on the floor and slowly climbed up Chris's body, like a jungle cat stalking his prey. Slowly he ran his hands all over Chris's broad back and tight ass, and followed his hands with kisses and gentle bites. The attention sent the blood rushing to Chris's already swollen cock. He rose up on his hands and knees to relieve the pressure.
Vin picked up the tube of vanilla scented gel. He put some in his hands and began to rub it into Chris's ass. Slowly, tenderly, he massaged the gel into Chris's cheeks, the crack of his ass, then finally the dark oval. Chris leaned back into Vin's touch, igniting his passion. With some more of the gel, Vin coated his shaft, and pressed his cock up against Chris's entrance.
"You ready cowboy?"
"Yes. Now." Chris's voice was rough and husky.
Vin could not refuse the desire in that voice. His member slid in easily, because Chris was ready for him. Chris arched back onto him and Vin pushed in and pulled out, slowly, starting a rhythm. When he could feel Chris pushing back at him, Vin picked up the pace. He thrust harder and deeper, hoping he could find the spot to bring Chris sweet ecstasy.
"Oh, Vin..." Chris growled as Vin hit his mark.
The sounds escaping Chris urged Vin on. He reached around with a slick hand and found Chris's cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts. Feeling Chris reach around to touch his thighs and ass, he plunged as deep and hard as he could. He could feel that Chris was near his climax and the idea that he was inside, fucking Chris, getting him off, brought Vin to his.
They came, panting and groaning, collapsing into a tangle on the blanket. For a few moments lay still, catching their breath. Then, Chris moved over to rest his head on Vin's chest.
Vin began to stroke his arm tentatively. He wanted to ask, but he was nervous.
Chris began to kiss his chest, careful to avoid the ring. "Damn, if you're that good the first time, I may take Monday off!"
Vin smiled with relief, his worry gone, and kissed Chris's rough jaw.
"We best get our lazy asses moving or Buck will be here telling us how to do it better." Then he added in mock-seriousness, " And Chris, I'm not sure I'm ready for love lessons from Buck just yet."
Chris laughed, "Me neither. How about a shower together?"
"Sounds good."
They got up, picking up any evidence that could incriminate them. "Vin, stay here tonight. I don't want you to leave ..."
"Try to get me to go, cowboy," Vin said with a smile as they headed off to the bathroom. "Want to help me clean this damn nipple ring? Sure hope you really like it. We've got ten more weeks of cleaning and twisting it."
"Oh, I like it alright", Chris said with a wicked smile. "Be happy to help you ...clean it." Chris licked his lips wolfishly at the thought.
*******
Buck, JD and Ezra all arrived at noon. They were supposed to arrive about half past, Chris figured Buck wanted to surprise them. When Chris opened the door, both Buck and Ezra knew instantly that things had changed. They could feel it in their guts. "Hey Chris, hey junior! We've got beer and munchies. You two get all that paperwork done?"
Chris knew Buck was waiting for some sign of what happened here last night and this morning, and was determined not to give the satisfaction. He put on his best poker face and replied, "Sure did."
Vin was in the kitchen putting chips and salsa out. Ezra walked in while JD ran to turn on the TV. "Well Mr. Tanner, I trust your weekend's endeavors were to your satisfaction?"
"Yeah Ez. They were. Now behave before I use this cheese knife on you."
Buck and Ezra were sharing a knowing grin when Josiah and Nathan came in. Both men were smiling with a wicked glee, dying to know what had transpired over the weekend.
"Well, well," Josiah's voice boomed, "did you two manage to do everything that needed to be done?"
Chris and Vin shared a look that made Vin flush. The others all beamed. It was obvious that what they all were hoping for had happened. Chris turned his I'm the boss look on them and said, "Ok, so you all know don't you?"
JD smiled, "Well, even I could tell that you two...."
"Yeah. And I don't want to hear one comment. Clear?"
"Ah, Chris," Buck said with an evil smile as he moved closer to Ezra. "I need to make just one. Don't give me that look. Not what you think. Ezra and me, well we've been waiting for you two to finally get it right." Putting his arm around Ezra's shoulders, "See, we beat you to it. So now that you're out in the open, we went you all to know that we're ... together too."
Vin smiled at them both. "Damn, how'd I let that get by me?"
They were all laughing as the first game came on and they settled down to watch. When Chris went into the kitchen to bring out more food, Buck followed.
"Chris, I need to be serious for a minute. Everything ok? You two ok? It's settled? You both come clean about your feelings, what you want from each other? Where this is going, that's it more than a fuck?"
Chris answered the string of questions as soon as Buck paused for breath. "Yeah, Buck. Thanks."
When Buck took another breath like he was going to start up again, Chris shook his head "It's fine, really."
"Really." Buck grinned broadly. "For real."
Chris nodded. "Really." Then he stepped closer and quietly added, "Hey Buck, you know where Vin got his nipple done?"
Buck nodded. "Yeah, a place called Pins and Needles. A big guy, Tiny did it."
"Think it hurts much?" "Why?" Buck eyes widened over his beer bottle as he took a swig.
Chris frowned, lost in thought as he looked downward his own front. "I was thinking about getting my ..."
Buck didn't even let him finish, and simply yelled, "Vin...!"
THE END