Vin looked up from his computer at the other members of his ATF special operations team. Since joining the team eight months ago, Vin had taken easily to working with these men. They were open and honest to a man; and had shown over and over how much they trusted his judgment and depended on him during a job. It hadn't been an easy transition for Vin. Coming from working on his own to working for Chris Larabee. But the leader of the team was fair and honest. He had given Vin a free hand from the beginning; recognizing when he needed extra help or instruction. Especially with his paper work.
About a month after Vin had come to work, Chris walked to Vin's desk and sat down. Handing back the report Vin had labored on until 1am the previous day, he nodded to Vin's computer. "Turn it on." Vin looked at Chris and then the report. He could feel the sourness rising in his stomach. Damn, he knew this would happen. It was going to happen again. Chris knew. Soon, they all would know.
"Turn it on Vin." Chris reached over and clicked the computer on. He waited quietly until the system finished loading and then pointed to an icon on the desktop. "Something I saw in a catalogue. Thought you might like to try it. Know my eyes would be grateful." Tapping the report, he rose and turned to walk back to his desk. "By the end of the day?"
Vin stared at him and the report. Following the handsome team leader with his eyes, Vin waited until Chris had closed his office door before looking at the icon. Clicking on it with his mouse, Vin watched as a office workshop loaded quickly. In amazement, he saw that the program would very simply correct grammar, spelling and punctuation automatically. Clicking on forms and programs, Vin felt his mouth drop as he saw every ATF report and applicable form loaded into his program. All Vin had to do was fill in the necessary information and the program would format it and finish it for him. Picking up his report, Vin pulled up the right form and transferred in the appropriate information.
An hour later, Vin tapped on Chris's door. Hearing Chris acknowledge him, he opened the door and placed the neatly printed report on the desk. Chris looked up and gave Vin a wide smile. "Thanks."
Vin couldn't help but stare at the way the smile changed his face. Soften it and made his eyes sparkle. "No thank you. I . . . just thanks." Vin felt himself blush and started to turn away.
"Anything that will make the job easier, Vin. You let me know next time, ok?"
Chris had already returned to his paper work, Vin could only nod at the blond head as he quickly exited the office. Waiting to catch his breath, Vin found his hands shaking. But it wasn't from nerves. No one had ever had the effect Chris Larabee was having on Vin Tanner. Ducking into the men's room, Vin washed his face in cold water before returning to his desk.
Now seven months later, he watched as Chris bent over Buck's desk looking at a Gun Show advertisement. Trying not to notice how the jeans fit snugly across Chris's hips, Vin pretended to read a memo while listening to Buck talk.
"Now, see here, Chris. This gun show on is just what we need to keep abreast of new equipment . I think we should all go on Saturday and pick up some ideas."
"Ideas aren't all you're after, Buck. As I remember the last one you kept us abreast of had a bikini on it." Chris smacked Buck lightly on his head and tossed the brochure back on the desk. "I'll authorize traveling money and expenses but not time. Have fun."
"You're not coming Chris?" JD jumped up on Buck's desk looking earnestly at their leader.
"Naw, I got 45 bales of timothy hay coming in at noon. The old man who brings it just drops it off, so I'll be spending the afternoon getting some physical exercise. You boys have fun. Don't forget the paper work." Chris made his way back to his office nodding to Vin as he passed his desk. Taking note of Vin's freshly washed hair falling around his shoulders, Chris made a mental note to talk to him about cutting it.
"So, Vin. You in with us? Can't think of a better man to take to a gun show with us than a man that's been a sharpshooter with the US Army Rangers. We should all take our own cars so we can claim expenses. What do you say, Vin?" Buck loomed over Vin's desk giving him little space.
"Huh, thanks for the offer, Buck. I, uh . . . got things to do. Got plans. All day. But thanks all the same. Thanks." Vin quickly looked away and found sudden interest in his pencil.
Buck smiled and nodded. "Ok, cowboy. You change your mind, give me a beep, ok? We'd enjoy your company as always." Buck headed back to JD's desk. Vin fit in perfectly with the team, but still had a hard time accepting invitations to go out socially with them. Usually only when Chris made it a working social occasion did Vin show up. And then he was usually even quieter than usual. Buck figured he would work out of his shyness over time and didn't push it. Just keep asking him Buck figured. Just keep including him in everything.
Vin sat and watched the rest of the group making plans for Saturday. He could see Chris talking on the phone through the open door from where he sat. Taking a deep breath, he stood up and made his way to Chris's door. With sweaty hands he tapped on the door and waited until Chris hung up the phone.
"Yeah, Vin?" Chris smiled and took in the lean fine boned sharpshooter standing in his doorway. Maybe he would wait on the hair. "What can I do for you?"
Vin swallowed and stepped into the room. Risking rejection, he started to talk. "Chris, I heard you say that you were getting some hay in tomorrow. And . . . huh, and I was . . . I mean I've done a lot of farm work and stuff . . . I just thought if you needed some help, I could come out . . . I mean, if you don't mind . . . I'd just come and help you with the hay and go . . . If ya want me to . . . " Vin ran out of words and suddenly found himself standing in the middle of Chris' office with no more to say.
Chris saw his nervousness and came around the desk before Vin had a chance to escape. "Well, what about the gun show? Thought you would be going with the other guys."
Vin looked up straight into the green sparkle that was Chris Larabee's eyes. "Ah, guns are for work, Chris. I don't get any pleasure from seeing them displayed like they were candy. I told the guys I was busy."
"And were you? Busy?" Chris suspected correctly that Vin had lied to Buck so he wouldn't have to just turn him down.
Smiling, Vin tilted his head and said to Chris. "I will be if you take me up on my offer." Standing expectantly, Vin held his breath.
"Ok, then you're busy. How about if you show up at 11:30 in the morning, we'll stack the hay and then go for a ride. My boys haven't been out on the trail in a few weeks. They need a good workout. Then we'll find dinner some place. How's that sound?" Chris walked back around his desk, sure that Vin wouldn't bolt on him.
"Sounds like a plan to me." Vin grinned and turned quickly almost leaping from the room with happiness. Looking back at Chris through the doorway, he saw a smile still present on the leader's face. Hurrying to his desk, he sat down and booted his computer. Working quietly, Vin finished his weapons research and posted his memo to each team member's email address. He heard Chris approaching his desk before he saw him.
Chris turned out his office lights and crossed toward Vin's desk. Approaching the desk he watched with delight as Vin worked methodically at his desk. Chris could see the tip of Vin's tongue between his lips. Laughing quietly, he noted how much he liked seeing Vin do that. Whenever Vin concentrated on anything totally, that tongue seemed peek out. Chris loved it. Hoping Vin hadn't changed his mind, Chris stopped at his desk.
Vin looked up and saw the silver buckle Chris wore on his belt. Standing close, Chris leaned over Vin's shoulder and looked at his computer screen. "I like that gun too Vin." Chris said indicating Vin's choice for the team's middle range weapon. Leaning even closer, he felt his hip brush against Vin's body and almost jerked at the intense feeling it produced. He felt his groin stiffen and backed away, afraid that Vin would notice.
Vin had noticed, but he had also felt the tension between them and felt the push of Chris's body against him. He sat up quickly as his own groin became warm and he felt his face flush with excitement.
"We still on for tomorrow?" Chris asked quietly as he let his hands drop down in front of his groin.
"Yeah, 11:30 right? I'll be there. Just gonna finish up here and download some stuff before I leave." Vin knew he should stand out of respect for the older man who was his boss, but his penis was pushing a large bulge in his pants and he couldn't stand without showing himself.
"Ok, 11:30 then. Bring a change of clothes; something casual, I know a great Tex-Mex place not far from the ranch." Chris found it hard to end this encounter with the attractive young man. Trying to hide his stiffening penis, he moved his laptop around so it covered that area completely.
"Tex-Mex sounds good. Tomorrow then . . . in the morning." Vin couldn't believe he was being so stupid. God, he couldn't even have an intelligent conversation with Chris feeling the way he did. He hopped Chris would leave before his problem became an embarrassment .
Chris sensed Vin's anxiety and decided to leave before he pushed Vin into cancelling their day tomorrow out of nervousness. "Ok, then. Tomorrow." Chris turned so that his body was hidden from Vin and made his way quickly to the main door.
Vin waited until Chris disappeared and then almost ran to the men's room. Entering a stall, he unzipped his pants and drew out his penis. It stiffened immediately in his hand and it only took a few forceful strokes before Vin moaned and began to pump sperm. Picturing Chris's lean body in his mind, he continued to leisurely stroke himself until he was empty. Leaning against the cool steel of the wall, Vin shook his head in amazement. If this was the effect Chris had on him from just touching him a few seconds, how would he manage an entire day next to him? Zipping himself, Vin decided he would chance finding out.
Down the hall in another restroom, Chris held his penis in his hand and the image of Vin's flowing brown hair in his mind. Working himself slowly he was soon finding relief. Watching his white foam spurt from his loins, Chris smiled anticipating an entire day with the gorgeous man.
CHAPTER TWO
Chris watched as the jeep made it's way down his drive. Already dirty from cleaning stalls, he brushed his hands against his jeans and pulled off his working gloves. Vin stopped the jeep next to Chris's' Ram truck, and slid effortlessly to the ground.
Chris took in a deep breath as he saw Vin crossing the yard toward the barn. The sharpshooter was dressed in skin tight worn jeans, cowboy boots and a tank top that left about 4 inches of skin open above his belt. The rock hard stomach muscles moved fluidly when he walked. Raising his arm in greeting, Vin smiled shyly as he approached Chris.
"Hey, good to see you." Chris struck out his hand and took Vin's firm grip in his own hand. The electric tension that he had experienced last night was still there. This man excited him. He thought Vin might be feeling the same thing about him but he wasn't ready to test that boundary yet. A day spent working and talking together would be good for both of them.
Vin nodded his reply and looked toward the horses standing in the corral. "They've picked up a few pounds since I saw them last." He smiled at Chris questioningly and crossed to the two geldings when Chris nodded. Both animals nickered at Vin and crossed quickly to greet him. Vin stood scratching the black one's ear while the bay pushed at his chest .
Chris laughed and stroked the bay's neck. "Well, unfortunately I don't have the time to exercise two horses properly. The boy next door who feeds for me takes them out but it's nothing consistent. I know you used to break colts. Why not come out and ride a few times a week. They've only seen you what? five times? And they come to you before me." Looking at the black, he laughed. "That's gratitude for you."
Vin looked at him quickly. "Do you mean it? You mean I could just come out here and ride? Even if you weren't here? I mean if you were at a meeting or something?" The wide-eyed surprise in Vin's face was enchanting. It was as if he had been given the greatest gift in all the world. Chris felt great that something he took as a natural event in his week could make Vin so happy.
"Yeah, just come out whenever you want. I'll give you the code to the gate so you can let yourself in if I'm not here. Come when I'm here too . . . you don't have to visit me . . . just come and ride the horses." Chris followed Vin with his eyes as Vin ran his hands over the legs and checked the feet of the two horses.
"But if you were here, we could visit? Talk? Whatever?" Vin said from underneath the bay's stomach.
"Yeah, whatever." Chris smiled as he imagined what 'whatever' might be, but had his vision interrupted by the sound of the hay truck coming down the drive. "Ah, now you get to pay for those rides." Tossing a pair of gloves to Vin, Chris moved to greet the driver.
Two hours later, Chris sat on a stack of hay bales and watched Vin finish moving the last of the bales to the top of the loft. Picking stray pieces from his hair, he scratched at his arms where the hay stuck to his sweaty body. Vin's muscular arms maneuvered the bales easily and he soon had them all neatly placed where they would be easy to get down when Chris wanted them. Reaching back he pulled his hair off his neck and wiped the sweat from it with his bandana. Crossing the loft he sat down heavily beside Chris, sagging against a bale.
"Man, I've forgotten what hard work that is!" Using his bandana, he pulled his hair into a ponytail and tied it behind his neck. "Used to do a hundred bales a day when I lived at the work farm. But I was a lot younger too." Resting his head back he let his head fall back on the hay.
Chris couldn't help but laugh. "When you were younger! What? You stacked hay bales in kindergarten? " Getting up, Chris reached down and gave Vin a hand. Vin reached up and took Chris's hand. Pulling himself up, Vin ended up standing in front of Chris their faces only inches away. Chris stood his ground, letting his gaze take in the delicate freckles on Vin's face, the long lashes that flickered on his cheeks when he blinked.
"Chris." Vin couldn't move forward. Chris was staring at his face as if it were the most important thing in the world to study. "Chris?" Vin saw Chris blink and step back making way for Vin to move.
"Oh, uh . . . sorry Vin." Both men stood taking in the nearness of the other's flesh. Feeling the heat building between them. Making a decision, Chris put his hand on Vin's shoulder and slapped him on the back. "Man, it's hot. Let's go hose off and get some beers and lunch before we ride, ok?"
Vin felt the strength and excitement of Chris' arm surround his back. Not trusting himself to speak, he let himself be lead down the loft stairs and over to the water pump. Coming around the corner of the barn following Chris, Vin felt the cold water hit him before he could run.
Ducking, he tried to run as Chris started to chase him across the yard with the hose. Vin felt himself being grabbed by the waist of his jeans and felt the sudden coldness of pump water cascading down his cheeks. "CHRIS!!" Vin shrieked as he felt the ice cold water surround his balls and fill up his jeans. Reaching around to grab the hose, Vin saw the look of pure delight on Chris's face as he dropped the hose and ran toward the house.
Vin picked up the hose and aimed a spray that hit Chris directly in the middle of his back. Gasping at the coldness, he turned and ducked under the spray, launching himself at Vin's knees. Feeling his head hit Vin's stomach, he heard Vin grunt and hit the ground hard underneath him. Reaching out he cradled Vin's head with his hand just before it hit the grass.
Vin lay gasping and retching on the ground. Chris' hand was still underneath his head, and he heard his boss talking as he pulled Vin's body up next to him.
"Oh, God, Vin. I'm so sorry. Ah, damn. Are you ok? Just stay still and catch your breath a minute." Chris let his hand come down and rest on Vin's shoulder. Supporting Vin's chest with the other arm, he gently rocked the young agent until he could feel the spasms leave Vin's body. "How you doing? Vin, I'm . . . I'm just so sorry that was such a stupid thing . . . "
Vin reached up with his hand and squeezed Chris's forearm. "It's ok . . . " He gasped letting himself sit up inside Chris's arms. "My fault too. It's ok. I'm ok. Just knocked the wind out of me. Man! You've got a good move there for an older guy." Vin laughed as Chris pushed him off onto the ground. Watching Chris's butt as the leader moved toward the porch, Vin called. "Do I still get the beer?"
CHAPTER THREE
Vin heard Chris laughing as he started to stand. A wave of dizziness hit him and he had to rest on his hands and knees before it passed. Must be the heat and the effects of having landed on his back. Shaking it off, he stood weaving only slightly and proceeded to follow Chris inside the house.
Chris looked up as Vin entered the kitchen. Seeing the pale look on Vin's face he hurried around and pulled out a chair for him. "Hey! You ok? You don't look too good?" Without thinking, he ran his hand across Vin's forehead pulling the wet hair off his eyes so he could see the young agent's face better.
Vin sat down thankfully and let his hand slide to the middle of his back. He could feel a tender spot where he had landed, but didn't want to let Chris know. He wasn't going to let anything upset the plans Chris had made for their day together.
"Vin. Here. Drink some juice." Chris offered Vin a glass of orange juice which Vin drank greedily. Closing his eyes a minute, he let another wave of dizziness pass before handing it back to Chris.
Chris studied the handsome man sitting in front of him. Leaning over Vin he saw the sharpshooter's hand rubbing a rapidly bruising spot in the middle of his lower back. Swell, Chris thought. Finally get Vin out where he can enjoy his company and I end up decking and injuring him. "Vin turn around let me see that." Vin made to pull away.
"Ain't nothing. Just bruised is all. I'll be fine. What's for lunch?" Vin stood wincing slightly as he did and crossed to the table where Chris had placed an assortment of cold cuts and cheeses. Sitting down slowly, Vin began making himself a sandwich trying to avoid Chris's searching eyes.
The tank top didn't quite hide the increased redness and bruising that was appearing on Vin's back. Chris shook his head sadly and went into the bathroom. Coming back with some Motrin he handed Vin two pills. "Here, sorry . . . really. This may help." Vin looked at the medicine and then Chris's face.
"If I take these, can I still have a beer?" Trying to put Chris at ease about the accident, Vin took the pills and downed them with a drink of Coke. "Thanks. Don't usually take much medicine." Realizing how hungry he was, Vin jumped on his food and ate two sandwiches before he was done. Chris watched and marveled at the little things he had never noticed about Vin before.
The little mole on his shoulder. The deep deep blue of his liquid eyes. How quickly the emotions changed and flowed in those eyes. When on the job, Vin's face was a plastic mold, never giving away anything. A cool professional whose control was absolute. Out here at the ranch away from the "job", Chris was seeing a completely different Vin. One that was childish one minute, and damn sexy the next. Chris decided this Vin was one he really wanted to get to know. Really know. His only hope was that Vin felt the same way.
Vin looked up slightly embarrassed at having quickly eaten so much food without engaging in conversation. He saw Chris studying him closely. Mistaking Chris's self-indulgent gazing as a silent condemnation on his eating habits, Vin dropped the last of his sandwich and put his hands in his lap. "Sorry, Chris. Old habit. Didn't mean to eat so fast."
"Old habit? I thought you were just hungry. Take your time the horses aren't going anywhere." Chris wanted nothing more than to sit still and watch this delectable creature continue to enjoy his food.
"You know. In the orphanage and some of the foster homes where I was raised, if you didn't eat fast, you missed out on a meal . . . or someone else ate yours. Can't seem to break it." Vin forced himself to finish the sandwich slowly this time.
"Don't mean to pry. But couldn't help noticing you attended your fair share of different schools growing up. Moved you around a lot did they?" Chris asked the question casually, not wanted to spook Vin, but really wanting to know more of the young man's past . . . what made him the young man he was today.
"Huh . . . yeah . . . " Vin finished his drink and looked up at Chris's face. Feeling very vulnerable he sat trying to decide whether this man could be trusted with his most secret stories. Deciding he wanted Chris's friendship and company more than keeping his sordid childhood secrets, he began. "Well, you know about my learning problems . . . I ain't very smart, and most families didn't want the extra work when they found out I was stupid. So the state just kept moving me around to keep the foster parents happy."
Chris stopped him. "Vin what you have is a learning disability called dyslexia. A lot of really accomplished people have the same problem you do. It actually takes a smarter person to overcome those problems and make something of there lives. I can't even imagine what it is like to have to compete in the world when my brain scrambles the words I'm trying to read. That's what happens, right?" Chris waited until Vin decided he wanted to discuss the subject further.
"Well, that's nice of you to say, but ya know . . . if someone shows me how to do something . . . I pick up on it right away. Put a manual in my hands and I'll learn it eventually. But I almost have to memorize stuff. I was always terrified when they called you to read out loud in class. I'd skip ahead and try to figure out which part would be mine. Most of the time it took me so long to read a couple sentences the teachers just gave up. The other kid's laughter was too much trouble for them to deal with. They learned to quit asking me. I wish I could enjoy reading . . . you know like I see you, Ezra and Josiah. Reading a story just for the pleasure of it. Buck gave me one of them stories you can listen to about a horse whisper. That was really neat. Ah . . . I'm talking to much. Can we go for the ride?"
Vin stood up quickly and just as quickly regretted it. His back cramped up and he steadied himself with a hand on his chair. "Damn." He hissed. Closing his eyes he waited until the painful spasm passed.
Chris was up just as quickly when he saw Vin pale. "Vin. Come on we really ought to go to the ER and see about that back. You may have broken some ribs or something." Coming around he helped Vin straighten up.
"No, Chris please. I've had worse in a bar fight. Can ya give me a couple more of those pills? It will be ok, really. I really want to go for a ride with you. Please?"
The look on Vin's face was so open and wanting that Chris gave in. Walking to the kitchen counter, he retrieved two more Motrin tablets and brought them to Vin.
"Ok, but this is as much as the directions say you can take. If this doesn't help, then I'm at least calling Nathan. Agreed?" Vin didn't answer Chris but swallowed the pills quickly. "Vin? Agreed?"
Swallowing some more soda, Vin nodded his head. "Sure, ok. Can I ride the bay? Or do you want to? I don't care. They're both great animals. What are their names? Do you know you've never told me their names?" Vin chattered on like a child at his first trip to the zoo. Chris followed him grabbing a canteen as he passed the back door.
CHAPTER FOUR
Entering the barn, Chris put a halter on the big black and cross-tied him in the aisle. "This is Sire. And the bay's called Peso. It's so hot why don't we just go bareback with bridles? We can't go far and still make it back for dinner."
Vin took Peso and brushed him, giving him sugar as he placed the bit in Peso's mouth . Chris watched the young man's easy way with the horse and was happy he had made the offer to let Vin ride. Mounting the horses, Chris lead them out along the back of the barn where a trail began. Winding their way along the pastures, they were soon climbing a small hill on their way to some large open fields higher up.
Reaching the flowered meadows, Chris clucked to Sire and started a lazy canter across the field. Vin moved Peso into the same gait and they rode along together wind blowing in their hair, the horse's bodies moving gracefully beneath their riders.
Chris looked over and saw Vin's lean body moving as one with the bay. Effortlessly balancing his body to match the horse's movements, he looked like he had been born to ride. With the wind blowing Vin's hair out across his shoulders, Chris couldn't resist wondering what it would be like to ride Vin. Smiling grimly he wondered if he would ever get the chance to become that intimate with the sharpshooter.
Pulling up the blowing horses at the end of the meadow, they slowed the animals to a walk side by side. "Woo! God that was SO great!" Vin clapped his hands on Peso's neck, leaning over to rub his hands up and down the horse's mane. "He's wonderful, Chris. This is wonderful." Opening his arms and sweeping in the open mountain meadow, Vin twisted at the waist to look behind him and quickly regretted it. Grimacing, he gasped trying to hide the moment from Chris.
Chris didn't miss a thing, but didn't want to spoil the moment of pure joy by nagging Vin. Patting Sire on his neck, he joined Vin in laughter instead. Motioning for Vin to lead the way, Chris pointed out a single trail that lead around and down the other side of the meadow.
Thirty minutes later, they were threading their way through a series of aspen trees when Chris saw Vin start to slip off Peso. Seeing the young agent catch himself he rode up along side to check things out.
"You ok?" Chris pulled up on Peso's reins and put his hand on Vin's shoulder. "Vin, you ok?" Chris watched as Vin turned his face toward him. Vin's eyes were heavy with sleep but he was trying to stay awake. Jumping down, Chris moved around to grab Vin by the waist. "Easy. You're falling asleep. When was the last time you took any kind of pain medication? Even aspirin?"
"Took some Tylenol last year for a headache." Vin said sleepily. Putting his hand on Chris's shoulder, he made to get off. "Never took any of that stuff you gave me. Need to sleep." Vin tried to slide his leg off Peso but slid to the ground instead, Chris just breaking his fall.
Chris sat wanting to laugh at the lithe young man in his arms. This was were he had been planning on getting Vin all day, and now he was there. But he was fast asleep. Shaking his head, he leaned Vin against a rock and went to get Sire. Looping the black's reins over his elbow, he went back to Vin and lifted him upright so that he leaned with his head on Chris's shoulder. Shaking him slightly, he pushed Vin to a near by rock and putting Peso next to it, helped Vin remount the bay. Quickly slipping in behind Vin, Chris squeezed with his heels and moved both horses toward home.
Chris gave Peso his head, knowing the bay would follow the track quietly home. Straightening Vin, he pulled the sharpshooter back toward him; leaning Vin against his chest, he let the young man's head fall back on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around him.
The feel of Vin's back rubbing against his nipples in rhythm with Peso's walk, began to have a sensual effect on Chris. The wind blew Vin's hair across his face and he inhaled the herbal and masculine scent of the man he wanted most. Watching Vin's sleeping face, he noticed the long black eyelashes and high fine cheekbones that gave his face an almost exotic look. Letting his gaze travel, his eyes traced the lean firm arm muscles, the sweat collected above Vin's waistband and down to Vin's crotch. Trying to make out the outline of Vin's penis, he was brought back to reality by Vin's mumbling.
"Chris? Chris . . . please. You gotta touch me." Chris's heart jumped when he heard Vin's words. Leaning forward he saw Vin's hand move and the fingers start to trace the increasing bulge of his shaft inside his jeans. "Chris . . . please . . . I . . . hmmmm." Vin's hand moved gracefully back and forth along the material of his pants. Rocking his head back and forth, Vin moaned and pressed his buttocks back against Chris's groin.
"Vin? Vin?" Chris looked closely at Vin's face, moving the flowing hair away from his face in order to see what he was doing. Vin's eyes were closed and his tongue licked in and out of his lips. Chris felt his penis harden inside his jeans at the sight of the sleeping agent. Vin was sound asleep but obviously dreaming about Chris. Feeling Vin move back again against him, he couldn't stop the increased pressure building in his scrotum.
Feeling relieved at seeing the sight of the barn, Chris pulled at the material surrounding his groin and tried to ease his engorged penis. The addition of Vin's body against him, was making it very uncomfortable for him, and although the feel of Vin's body against his was something he didn't want to lose, he knew his penis would soon betray him.
Vin felt the heat of the horse's body pushing against his stiffening shaft. Opening his eyes, he realized he was now atop a horse. The bay. The last thing he remembered was seeing Chris's face as he helped him off his horse up on the mountain. Now he felt those same arms around him. Looking down he saw the strong solid arms holding him firmly on the horse. His back brushed Chris's chest and he could feel the hardened nipples underneath Chris's t-shirt. Stirring slowly he leaned forward trying to move away from the things that were making his hormones rage out of control.
"You awake Vin?" Chris's voice was husky and he whispered softly into the soft curls across Vin's ear. "I uh . . . we're home . . . we, we're back at the barn." He thought he saw Vin nod and slid off Peso holding on to Vin's leg as he did. Reaching up he placed his hands on Vin's hips and tilted him, sliding him off the bay's back.
CHAPTER FIVE
Expecting Vin to crumple, Chris was taken by surprise when Vin turned into him and placed his arms around Chris's neck. "Chris. Kiss me. You want to, don't you? Please? Kiss me."
Chris put his hand under Vin's chin to see if the youngster was still asleep. Vin's bright blue eyes met his with aching passion. Seeing Vin's tongue slip out to lick at his hand, Chris could see the tracker was wide awake.
"Vin are you sure? I mean, have you ever? Ah, hell . . . Vin I want to kiss every part of your body. I just need to know if that's what you want to. I don't do casual sex Vin. I want more out of his than a roll in the hay." Chris continued to watch Vin's eyes and saw no hesitation there.
Leaning forward, Vin started licking Chris's neck; tracing his tongue along the jaw line murmuring into Chris's neck, Vin said. "Can we just start with a hot roll in the hay and go from there?"
Laughing, Chris bent his head and kissed Vin fully on the lips. Vin opened his mouth and let Chris's tongue slip inside. Sweeping the sweet wetness he found there, Chris thrust his groin forward grinding it into Vin. Continuing to kiss and caress each other, Chris pulled Vin up the stairs to the loft.
Reaching the top of the stairs, Chris pulled away from Vin and let his hands travel down the hard muscles of the man's chest. Slipping a finger inside Vin's waistband Chris rubbed it back and forth while his other hand traced the bulging outline of Vin's engorged shaft.
Vin moaned into Chris's mouth and moved one hand down to meet Chris's. Pressing Chris's hand deeper inside his jeans, he sucked in his stomach muscles to let the leader's entire hand find the tip of his penis. Chris moved his other hand to find Vin's zipper and tugged fiercely to get it open. As soon as the material opened, Vin's hardened cock dropped out. Smiling at the lack of underwear, Chris let his one hand reach around and pull Vin's mouth into his while the other hand began to trace the outline of Vin's penis.
Vin's eyes opened widely at the touch of Chris's fingers. Flicking his tongue around Chris's mouth, he sucked hard on the tender mouth pressing against his. He couldn't help but moan as Chris's hand closed around his shaft. Pulling his head away, he looked deeply into Chris's face. "Ok, let's see what hiding down there, boss."
Chris watched as Vin began to open his jeans. Keeping his hand on Vin's cock, Chris watched as Vin concentrated on getting the button undone. Smiling happily, he saw Vin's lips part and the tip of that sweet tongue slip in and out as the sharpshooter worked at getting it apart. Finally frustrated, Vin dropped his hands and looked up at Chris. "You trying to make this really hard there pard?"
Reaching out for Vin's hand, Chris placed it around Vin's own pulsing shaft. "Keep that warm for me." Grinning he opened his jeans quickly and stripped them off. Tossing his boots jeans aside, he let his hands drop to the organ that now slapped up sharply against his hard stomach muscles. Looking straight at Vin, Chris ran his hands up and down the shaft and rubbed his thumb over the pre-cum forming there. Pulling his t-shirt off, he stood naked before Vin.
Vin's eyes lingered slowly as they took in the lean hard body. Not an ounce of fat showed on the six foot frame. Licking his lips, Vin started to step forward to touch Chris but Chris smiled and moved back. "Think you're a bit overdressed now, aren't you? Let me see you Vin. I want to see what you've been hiding for eight months."
Vin grinned and slipped his fingers into the waistband of his jeans. Working them slowly over his slim hips, he let them fall to his boot tops. Stepping out of his boots, Vin kicked the clothing aside and stood looking down shyly at the ground. Chris noticed the sudden change in Vin's playful attitude as soon as his clothing came off. Reaching out to touch him, Chris felt Vin move away slightly.
"Vin. What's wrong? Do you want to continue? I know I do. I want you very much." Chris stepped closer to Vin but didn't touch him.
"Do you want me? Or do you just want to take me?" Vin's voice was so low that at first Chris had trouble hearing.
Moving in Chris bent his head down and inhaled the scent of Vin's hair. "Did someone take you, Vin? Someone who didn't have your permission?" Taking his hand, Chris brushed Vin's soft curls away from his face and tilted Vin's chin up so he could look into his eyes. "One of your foster fathers? Someone like that?"
"Three. There have been three of them. I didn't want any of them, but they was just too big and strong. I didn't . . . they just . . . " Chris saw the tears starting to form and Vin try pull his face away.
"No, Vin. This isn't like that. I want you because I love you. I want a relationship with you. I want to eat with you, live with you, have fun with you, wake up in your arms. Every morning. But I only want this if you want it too. I won't touch you if you don't want me to. We can stop here and nothing changes." Chris stood silently waiting for Vin's answer. Saying a silent prayer that Vin would trust him, Chris watched for any sign from the young agent.