CHAPTER SIX
"You really want me? Chris I've never had sex like that? Not with a girl or nothing just those three men taking me. I want you but I'm afraid I won't do it right. All this stuff I been doing with ya so far. I mean it's stuff I've seen, ya know in movies with men and women. But I ain't . . . " Chris pulled Vin close to him. Leaning down slowly he kissed Vin lightly on the lips.
"Let me show you. You said you learn better by someone showing you? Well, you just do what I do, ok?" Chris took Vin's hand and lead him by the tack room. Taking a afghan off the couch in the room, Chris spread it on the fresh hay spilled among the stacks. Kneeling down, he reached up and closed his hands on Vin's wrists. Pulling him down, Chris kept his eyes fixed on Vin's face. When he had Vin kneeling in front of him, he began again to tease and lick the tracker's neck and face.
Vin felt his body reacting to the caresses of this wonder man's tongue. Reaching out tentatively he placed his hand on Chris's hair and pulled his head in closer. When he felt Chris's tongue suck on his nipple, he moaned and automatically pushed his groin closer to Chris's body. Chris felt the move and eased both of them down on the blanket.
Vin felt Chris continue to work his way down his body. He let his own hands begin to stroke and kneed Chris's shoulders . It felt like the natural thing to do and it seemed to make Chris nip and lick him with more intensity. Vin liked what Chris was doing. It was the same feelings he had had in his dream. Chris's hands on him, his mouth doing wonderful things to him.
Chris reached down between Vin's legs and gently took his balls. Licking around the base of Vin's groin, he let his tongue trace the large vein that stood out prominently. He felt Vin's cock, quiver and stiffen even more as he continued to fondle the baby soft sacks in his hand. He felt Vin begin to move his hips involuntarily, thrusting against the mouth surrounding his shaft. Chris took him in further sucking hard working his mouth around the engorged shaft.
Vin felt himself losing control. Chris's soft mouth was milking him giving him feelings and pleasures he had never felt before. "Chris. What? Oh, God . . . yes, don't stop . . . this is . . . wait . . . I'm . . . Chris . . . oh . . . ahh . . . " Vin felt his balls contract and draw up against his buttocks. A jetting burst of hot sperm slammed out of him shooting it's way into Chris's mouth. Thrusting harder Vin felt his body lose total control. His hands started to strain and pull at the blanket underneath him and he raised his hips trying to press himself deeper into that wonderful warm throat. Feeling the last of his sperm being milked out of him by Chris's mouth and hand, Vin moaned and lay back on the blanket. Rolling back and forth as he tried to let his intense feelings wash away, Vin felt a sharp stabbing pain grab him as his back made contact with the rough blanket. " Ah, owie . . . Shit!" Chris looked up in alarm as he let Vin's soften penis fall from his mouth.
"Vin, what's wrong? What happened?" Chris moved up and looked at his lover carefully. Seeing Vin's hand on his own back, Chris cursed silently and noted the bruise had darkened and spread from earlier in the day. "Ok, Vin, let's . . ." Chris got no further, Vin let his hand move up and pulled the blond's mouth into his.
"It's ok. Kiss me. God, Chris is it always like that? I never, ever felt that before. Not even when I did it to myself." Vin studied Chris's face and reached out and tentatively touched the man's stiffened penis. "What about you Chris? Teach me what you want me to do."
Chris looked down at the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Vin was like a green broke colt. All eager and talented but without training. Chris couldn't resist the deep blue eyes and the flat muscular stomach. "What about your back? It's still bothering you, isn't it?" Chris let his hand rest on Vin's upturned hip and began kneading the hard muscle underneath the skin.
"Not as badly as you bother me . . . " Vin slipped his hand around Chris's shaft and began the soft stroking motion that Chris had used on him. "I do want you Chris. I do want you to make love to me. Can you do that? So it won't hurt? Can you make me have those feelings again? I want to give them to you too. Teach me, please."
Chris leaned over and kissed Vin full on the mouth. Tonguing him fiercely, his hand reached behind him to find the bottle of saddle oil he had placed beside the blanket. Vin returned the kisses with a stroking motion of his tongue that made Chris's cock jump and tighten.
Sitting up Chris coated his hands with the oil and started stroking Vin's penis again. The look on Vin's face was worth the strain of keeping control of his urges. He had to be careful and make this a totally pleasurable experience for Vin. Watching the shaft engorge and rise in his hand, he watched as Vin closed his eyes and stretched his neck pressing himself into Chris's hand. Moving his hand, he spread the oil along Vin's bottom coating his balls.
"Vin, I'm gonna touch you between your cheeks. Is that ok? I'll be careful . . . I need to . . . you know open you up for me . . . " Chris never anticipated having to put what he was going to do into words. Somehow he felt it was necessary to let Vin know ahead of time; although willing he was as skittish as a newborn colt.
"Why don't ya do it with your penis? That's what the . . . that's what they did." Vin stiffened and turned his face into the blanket.
"Cause that's not right. That's not how people who are in love with each other treat one another. I'm gonna turn you inside out with pleasure Vin Tanner, but we're gonna do it slowly and gently and I'm gonna let you know what I'm doing all the time. Now, can you move your right leg up higher for me. I want to pay some special attention to one of my favorite places." Chris leaned down and kissed Vin on his right hip and helped him bring it forward, exposing his anus for Chris.
Vin bit his lip. Anticipating pain, he bucked with surprise as Chris continued to stroke his organ and at the same time lightly blow air on his bottom. Feeling Chris's finger stroking that soft spot between his balls and the base of his penis, Vin moaned and pushed his buttocks downward toward Chris's hand.
Seeing Vin's reaction, Chris lightly stroked the rim of his hole with oil. Again, Vin pushed back involuntarily. Adding more oil, Chris eased the tip of his finger inside Vin's bottom while at the same time squeezing the base of Vin's shaft.
"Ah, oh . . . Geezz . . . Chris!" The mere increase of the pressure on his penis and the exciting presence of Chris's finger on his bottom, made Vin's insides melt. "Can you? Ah, just a little more?"
Chris smiled slightly and noticed Vin's anus opening and closing with the stroking of his penis. "More what, Vin? Tell me what I can do for you." Chris's own shaft was straining with pre-cum leaking down the shaft. He couldn't remember being this hard in a long time. Keeping his finger just inside Vin, he let his other hand graze the sharpshooter's balls.
"Oh, man! Chris? Can you . . . ah, put your finger in me just a little more . . . feels good . . . really good what you're doing." Vin gasped as Chris pressed his finger in to the first knuckle. Feeling the first stirrings of pain, Vin clutched at the blanket and tried not to move.
Chris noticed and stopped advancing his finger, but left it where it was. Moving his hand back to Vin's penis, he waited until he felt Vin relax. "Vin? Better?"
The pain was beginning to turn into those feelings of pleasant pressure again and Vin nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
Over the next few minutes, Chris continued to stroke and open Vin. Chris wanted Vin to be able to see him when he entered him. But being on his back was not the most comfortable position for Vin right now. "Vin, can you get up on your knees? I've got to have you. Can't wait any longer. Do you think? " Chris pushed his three fingers deep into Vin's bottom and found the bump that indicated his prostate gland. Pressing on it, he felt Vin jerk and pull himself up on his knees.
"Chris!! God!!! What's that?!! Aw . . . oh . . . do me . . . Chris!!" Vin placed his head in his hands and looked between his legs as Chris moved to place himself between his cheeks. Seeing Chris lift his heavy shaft toward his bottom, Vin reached down and began stroking himself.
Chris reached down and let his hand join Vin's. "I'm gonna enter you now, Vin. Even though I've opened you up good, it may still hurt at first. Try and relax and talk to me. I need to know if I'm causing you pain, you understand?" Chris could hardly talk for the intense pain and excitement building in his shaft.
Nodding his head, Vin forced himself to relax as he felt the large bulb of Chris's penis press against his hole. "Hmmm . . . ahhh . . . " Vin could only make sounds as he felt Chris continue to work his way inside. The feelings were so all consuming that he let his hand fall away from his penis as Chris continued to stroke him.
Chris felt Vin's anal rim give way and his penis sink in half-way before he could stop himself. The tight warm moist tissues squeezed his excited shaft almost causing him to come. "Oh, Vin . . . so hot . . . you . . . ah . . . Vin?" Chris noticed that Vin had stopped moving and was holding his breath.
"Chris, hurts . . . stop . . . oh . . . " Vin tried pulling away but Chris held him fast with his hands, knowing if Vin didn't wait for the pain to pass he would never let Chris make love this way again.
"Wait. Hold on, pard. Just breathe slow deep breaths. It'll ease up. I'm not moving till it's better. I love you. Let me make those feelings come back again." Taking one hand from Vin's hip, Chris began stroking Vin's penis again; waiting for Vin to relax.
Vin felt Chris's hand start to work his shaft again. He could feel the tearing pain ebbing and a deep intense pressure beginning to build inside his body. Pushing his bottom back toward Chris, Vin moaned "Chris. It's ok. Love me. Teach me." Vin let his head fall on his hands and raised his buttocks up higher to give Chris more access. Chris felt himself sink all the way inside Vin and felt Vin buck as Chris's heavy shaft hit that special spot again.
Knowing he wouldn't last much longer, Chris began a slow rocking motion that soon had Vin moaning and pushing against him. "Vin? Can I? Do you . . . can you take me deeper? I want you so much . . . God . . . never felt so good before . . . Ah, Vin . . . " Chris couldn't wait for Vin's answer. His body began moving on it's own. Vin's body moved with his and they were soon moaning and pushing at each other with an intense passion.
"Uhh . . . uhhh . . . uh.uhh . . . Ahh . . . " Vin was no longer capable of making words. Only sounds of unreleased sexual tension came from his mouth. Chris was stroking his hard long shaft deep inside his body and Vin knew he would never feel anything so powerful or loving again in his life. This man wanted him. This man was loving him with his body. Each stroke promised an eternity of passion and possession from the man now thrusting inside him. Vin knew it was right.
"Vin . . . oh . . . give me . . . yes . . . yes . . . Ahh . . . VIN!!!" Chris felt Vin push back forcefully as Chris spurted deep inside his lover. Vin's penis began ejaculating spreading foamy liquid over the blanket. Vin felt the hot juices of his lover spray against his insides and cried out as he felt himself lose consciousness.
Chris felt Vin sag in his arms and quickly withdrew. Both men were sweaty and sticky with cum. Chris let Vin down easily on the blanket and stretched out beside him. Checking his pulse, Chris noted it was beating as rapidly as his own. Before he could try and arouse Vin, Chris saw the long eye lashes flicker.
"Yeah, there." Chris said softly, moving some loose strands of Vin's hair away from his eyes. "You doing all right?" Chris watched as Vin's eyes began to focus and look around.
Vin awoke to the soft sounds of Chris's voice. His body felt totally relaxed and exhausted. Vin couldn't move. Using all his strength he reached up and touched the beautiful lips of the man staring down on him. "Chris." His voice was a whisper. "Chris . . . I . . . never felt anything like that before. You . . . were so . . . powerful . . . wonderful . . . I . . . think I like these feelings better than the last ones."
Chris laughed quietly and pulled his young lover close against him. Pulling the blanket edge over them, Chris felt Vin sigh and fall asleep. Chris looked at the golden brown head nestled against his chest and did the same.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Thirty six hours later, Buck watched as Vin walked slowly into the office. Sitting down, he eased his back against his chair only to sit up straight again as if he'd been struck.
"Vin? Kinda late aren't ya? Chris with you? What's wrong with your back?" Buck hitched his leg up and sat on the edge of Vin's desk.
Nathan's head popped up at the mention of a injury. "What back? You get hurt this weekend Vin? Thought you and Chris were gonna unload hay. Did you pull something stacking hay? Let me see. Turn around."
"Hey . . . guys . . . I'm fine. It's nothing." Vin tried to defend himself against the sudden rush of attention.
"Yeah, fine." Chris's voice came from behind them. "Here Vin. That one's the pain medication the doctor ordered. The other one is the muscle relaxant. Get that gun manual you wanted, we're going home." Chris sat two bottles of medication on Vin's desk. Nathan picked them up and read the labels. Looking at Chris, he raised an eyebrow. "Dislocated three ribs from his spine. Bruise that takes up most of his left side. Couldn't even lie down on the couch Saturday night. Spent Sunday eating Motrin like it was candy then throwing up cause it made him sick. After spending last night sitting in a chair, he decided a trip to Dr. Gavin's office might not be a bad idea. My fault though, I tackled him in a water fight." Chris said to Nathan. "Come on Vin. If you take any of those medications before we get to the ranch, I'll have to carry you. You know how you are with pain medication."
Grinning, Vin got up slowly picking up the manual and the medicine. Following Chris out the door, he waved his thanks to the two men.
"Water fight? Ranch?" Buck looked at Nathan and broke out in a wide smile giving Nathan a high-five as he went back to his desk.
Chris waited for Vin at the elevator doors. Vin was moving slowly trying to avoid twisting or jarring his left side or back. Stubborn . . . was the word that came to Chris' mind. Chris had tried all day Sunday to get Vin to go to his friend Paul Gavin, and orthopedic surgeon that Chris often went hunting with. He had agreed to open his office to see Vin on Sunday, but Vin "didn't want to be a bother". Chris was suspecting that Vin was either afraid of doctors or didn't like being fussed over. Sighing, Chris decided it was probably a little of both.
As Vin finally limped up to the doors, Chris smiled. "Hey why don't you go ahead and take those pills."
"Naw, I'm ok. If I take it slow. Sides it's a thirty-five minute trip to the ranch. Why don't you just take me over to my apartment? I've been too much trouble already."
"Trouble? I didn't think about it like that, did you? " Chris was a little troubled by Vin's statement. Hoping it was just his way of avoiding being fussed over, Chris decided to propose a compromise. "Look, Vin. Paul Gavin said you need to be off work at least three days so the muscle spasms can settle down and the ribs get a chance to fall back into place. I have a feeling if I let you off at your apartment, tomorrow will find you painting a playground fence or something."
"You want me at the ranch so you can keep me a prisoner?" Vin's chin came up in a small act of stubbornness. "Sides, I ain't got any clean clothes at the ranch."
The elevator doors opened and they moved inside. Chris steadied Vin as the cab jerked and Vin fell against him. "Ahh . . . ow . . . " Vin moaned as his left side hit Chris's elbow.
"Vin! Geez I'm sorry." Chris bent down to steady Vin's shoulders as Vin tried to straighten his back. "Look, we'll go by your place and pick up some clothes, whatever you want. But I want you to come back to the ranch for a few days and let me take care of you."
Easing up slowly, Vin looked at Chris. "Don't need it. Can take care of myself." He said through gritted teeth.
At that moment the elevator lurched to a stop throwing Vin, already off balance, backwards into the side of the cab. Chris reached out but was too late and saw Vin's face pale as he landed squarely on his injured side.
"Shit! Ah . . . oh . . . " Vin didn't know what to do. The pain lanced brutally up and down his side. He finally settled for rolling on his right side and tired not to breathe.
"Vin . . . God . . . lay still ok?" Chris hovered over Vin after hitting the stop button on the elevator, not knowing how to help this young man that he had so recently come to know. Kneeling next to him Chris lifted Vin's head and rested it on his thigh. "Just catch your breath. I'm so sorry. This has been all my fault. The last thing I ever wanted to do to you is hurt you." Chris rubbed his hand through Vin's hair lightly as he watched the sharpshooter's back begin to quiet.
Getting his breathing under control, Vin felt the pain begin to ease but not go away as he concentrated on Chris's hand brushing his hair. Finally deciding the pain was not going to lessen any more than it had, he lifted his head enough to see Chris's face. "Reckon that whirlpool at your place would feel good on my back?"
Glad to hear Vin talking instead of groaning from pain, Chris pulled the hair on Vin's face back to see him clearly. "Reckon it might." Waiting for Vin to speak again, Chris felt him start to get to his knees. Making sure he had a strong hand on Vin's shoulders he hit the door open button and helped him to his street.
Placing Vin gently against the garage wall, Chris kept his hand on Vin's shoulder until he was sure the young agent was ok. "I'll go get the truck. Just try and stand still alright? Don't move." Vin nodded slowly trying to maintain his balance without touching his tender back or side.
Swinging the truck around in front of Vin, Chris climbed out before Vin had a chance to try and step up into the cab on his own. Vin accepted Chris's help getting into the cab without resistance . Wishing he had driven the Explorer , Chris got in the other side trying to figure out a way to make Vin comfortable in the front seat. They settled on Vin sitting on his right hip leaning against the shoulder seat belt for support.
The trip home was going to be a hard one on Vin. The stiff suspension on the truck coupled with the stop and go traffic of Denver had Vin groaning in a very short times. Desperate to help Vin, Chris found a fast food drive through and ordered a coke for Vin and coffee for himself. Fishing out the pain medications, Chris thrust two pills into Vin's hand. "Here take these, please?"
"I can wait 'till we get to the ranch. We still need to stop by my place." Vin protested.
"Well, I can't wait. There's no need to be in so much pain, Vin. I'll get the stuff from your place. What? Jeans, shirts, shaving stuff, anything else? You just take the pills and relax. Please. It's killing me to see you this way knowing it was my fault."
"Got a bag I keep packed in the corner of the living room. It's got everything I need for about three days. Just grab it. That'll be fine." Vin shifted his body so he could take the pills and soda from Chris. "Here's the key. May not be able to find it when we get to the apartment, if I take these." Vin gave Chris a questioning look and saw the torment in Chris's eyes. He chased the two pills with a gulp of soda. Leaning back so his left side was away from the seat as much as possible, Vin closed his eyes: secretly hoping the pills worked quickly.
By the time Chris got to Vin's apartment complex, Vin was sleeping soundlessly in the seat. Chris got the bag and hurried back to the truck. Vin had slipped sideways on the seat, his head resting on the armrest; legs stretched out into Chris' wheel well. Helping Vin sit upright, he placed a pillow he had taken from the couch and tucked it behind Vin's left side. Getting in he pulled Vin gently over so that the sharpshooter's head rested against his right shoulder. Starting the truck he began the long drive home through rush hour traffic.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Pulling into the ranch driveway, Chris smiled to himself as he felt the entire weight of Vin's body lean into him. The two pills had worked, sending the agent into a painless sleep. Shutting the truck off, Chris took a moment to study the young man's face. Now relieved of pain, Vin's face had softened, his long lashes vividly apparent against his pale skin. Chris reached over and lightly brushed soft brown hair from Vin's forehead. Reluctantly, he lightly tapped Vin's face to waken him.
"Vin? Hey, pard. We're home." Stroking Vin's cheek, Chris continued to talk to him until Vin opened his eyes.
"Chris?" Vin's voice was slurred showing the effects of the pain killers. "Wanna sleep." Vin made to snuggle closer to Chris but ended up twisting his back instead. "Ah . . . owee . . . " Sucking in his breath, Vin brought his head up and looked at Chris with sleepy eyes. "Damn, that hurts . . . wish it would stop. Afraid to move."
Chris watched Vin try and get comfortable and finally got out and went around to the passenger side. Figuring there was no painless, easy way to get Vin inside the house, he levered him upright and pulled his legs so that Vin came to stand in front of him in the door way of the truck. Bending his knees carefully, he picked up Vin in his arms; holding him so his hands didn't touch any ribs or bruises he carried him inside and placed him on the soft couch in the den. Arranging pillows to support Vin's back and side, Chris covered him with one of Nellie's quilts and waited till he was sleeping quietly again.
Returning with Vin's bag, Chris placed it in the guest room. He was hoping that Vin would choose to sleep in his room, but he wanted to give him the option of deciding. Besides, Vin would be too uncomfortable to want anything but sleep and rest over the next few days. Making sure Vin was still sleeping, Chris went out back to check on the horses.
Vin opened his eyes and saw a purple flower. Squeezing his eyes closed, he opened them again and saw the same purple flower. Puzzled, he turned his head to the left to try and figure out where he was. The slight movement of his head, caused his body to twist and he groaned, grabbing his side. The abrupt movement caused the flowered quilt to fall to the floor.
Chris heard Vin's groan all the way in the kitchen. Putting down the spoon he was using to stir the soup, he made his way quickly into the den. Picking up the quilt, he placed it gently back on Vin's legs and sat down softly next to him. "How ya feeling?" Chris reached around and repositioned a pillow behind Vin.
"How'd I get to the den?" Vin rolled gently back against the pillow, letting his arm brush against Chris's chest as he did. "Last thing I remember was getting to my place." Pausing to snuggle closer, Vin let his arm slide down and rest in Chris's lap. "This is nice." He mumbled as he began to fall asleep again.
"Vin, wait! Don't go to sleep. Got some soup I want you to eat." Reaching down he took Vin's hand to move it as he got up. Vin's fingers brushed the fabric above Chris's penis, and Chris felt himself harden in reaction. Shaking his head slightly, Chris smiled and made his way to the kitchen.
Returning with the small meal, Chris placed it on the coffee table and woke Vin again. "Come on, cowboy. Let's get some food into you." Easing another pillow behind Vin's back, Chris raised him higher. Vin winced. Moving was painful but he was hungry and the food Chris had prepared smelled great.
Chris set Vin's food on a tray across his lap and went to the guest room. Returning with more pain pills and a muscle relaxant, he watched as Vin ate slowly but hungrily all the food Chris had provided.
Finishing, Vin let his head fall back against the pillow. Looking up at Chris, he let his eyes fall down to look at the flowered quilt. "Sorry to be such a bother. Can't believe these dislocated ribs hurt so much. Broken a few over the years, but this seems worse."
"It's no bother, Vin. Remember Dr. Gavin said that the muscles and ligaments were torn too. He said those nerve endings along that area of your spine are going to really be painful for the next few days. That's why he wanted you to stay quiet and rest. No more water fights for the next few days." Chris grinned down at Vin.
Looking up at Chris from under long lashes, Vin reached out a hand and let it trace the buttons on Chris's shirt. "Does that mean we can't have some fun?"
Taking Vin's hand, Chris brought it to his mouth and kissed the long slender fingers slowly. "I'm afraid for the very near future that means exactly that. It would be too painful right now Vin and you know it."
"But I liked what happened Chris. I've never felt anything so exciting. You made me feel so good. When you first . . . you know . . . went in me . . . I thought it was gonna be like those other times . . . but Chris . . . " Vin looked away from Chris in embarrassment "I want you to do that again. There's a place where your penis touched . . . It . . . man, I'm starting to get excited thinking about it." Taking Chris's hand ,Vin brought it under the quilt to let Chris feel the rising bulge underneath his clothing. "If I just stayed quiet, do ya think you could . . . ?" Vin's voice trailed off but he pressed Chris's hand deeper into his groin.
Surprised but pleased by Vin confession and actions, Chris started to stroke Vin's engorging shaft feeling it stretching the fabric to the limit. "I can't be inside you again until we're sure your ribs have slipped back into place, but I'm thinking a whirlpool bath might feel pretty good on your back about now."
Looking straight into Chris's dark green eyes, Vin responded huskily. "I'm thinking about how your mouth felt on me the other day."
Chris kept his hand deep in Vin's crotch and leaned forward kissing him fully on the mouth. Before Vin could return the passionate kiss, Chris stood and removed his hand.
Vin moaned and tried to catch the fleeing hand. Reaching too far, he stretched his back and felt the familiar stabbing pain grab him. "Shit! Ah, damn!" Chris froze as Vin rolled back against the pillows gently.
"Vin, look I'm sorry. That . . . I . . . " Chris didn't know what to say. In an effort to give his new young lover pleasure, he had again caused him pain. "I'm just gonna have to stop touching you." He said in frustration. "Manage to hurt you every time I do anything."
"Don't remember too much hurting from the other day, Chris. But if you don't help me out here, I'm really gonna be hurting." Vin looked pleadingly at Chris, while he eased his penis from the constraints of his sweat pants. "Please, cowboy. Do me? We'll be careful. I gotta feel you." Vin let his hand start to run up and down the length of his hardening cock. Looking at Chris, he saw his lover's shaft trying to rise inside his jeans. "Let me look at you." Moving his free hand, he reached out carefully caressing the outline of Chris's penis.
Chris couldn't have resisted Vin's request if he had wanted to. And he didn't want to. Seeing Vin stretched out on the couch, quietly stroking his shaft while the tip of his tongue slipped between his lips, Chris growled and quickly unbuttoned his jeans.
Pulling his briefs off with them, Chris was soon naked below the waist, his cock tip brushing the bottom of his t-shirt. Walking up to Vin, he stood his penis the same height as Vin's face.
Vin had only to turn his head to take Chris's penis in his mouth. So he did. Moving around so Vin didn't have to twist his back, Chris pushed down on his shaft watching as Vin tentatively opened his lips and let the end of the large organ slide inside. Letting the tip of his tongue slip around the slit, he soon found himself tasting the salty pre-cum forming there.
Chris moaned as he felt the tingling pressure of Vin's tongue on his erect cock. Reaching out he rested his hand quietly on the top of Vin's head. Careful not to add any pressure, he lightly stroked the soft curls underneath his hand.
Vin felt Chris's hand on his head and pleasured in the feeling. He felt Chris move his hips forward, pressing himself further inside. Vin opened his lips more and began trying to imitate the sucking motion Chris had used on him their first time. As Chris began moaning with more intensity, Vin tried leaning forward.
"Vin, no!" Chris saw and felt Vin begin to lean forward in an effort to take him further inside his mouth. "I said we had to be careful . . . " Chris's words came out in as a moan as Vin sat back but started sucking harder. "Ah . . . Vin. Geez . . . I'm gonna . . . " Chris leaned his hand against the back of the couch to maintain his balance as he worked his hips slowly in and out of Vin's lips. The sharpshooter continued to suck and swirl his tongue getting great pleasure in making Chris respond to his movements. He felt the fabric of the quilt rub against his exposed shaft, now extremely hard and standing upright. He wanted Chris's hand back on him but he wanted Chris right were he had him too.
Chris was needing. He felt a surging heat beginning inside his balls. As Vin took him in one more time, he pushed and shot himself deep inside the sharpshooter's throat. "Vin . . . oh . . . yes . . . YES!" Bracing his hands on the top and sides of the couch, Chris pushed fiercely attempting to get more of his hot cock between Vin's moist lips.
Vin felt Chris start to push harder into his mouth and used his right hand to pull Chris's buttock toward him. Sucking and swallowing as fast as he could, he felt the foamy liquid of Chris's sperm spill from the sides of his mouth. Placing his hand around the base of Chris's penis, he held Chris between his lips and licked the organ clean.
Chris felt Vin's hand loosen it's grip and let himself fall softly out of Vin's lips. Sighing, he leaned down and kissed Vin fully; tasting his own cum. Looking up into Vin's eyes, he saw the passion and need deep within. Letting his right arm travel down Vin's chest, he reached under the quilt and encircled the hard shaft he found there.
Vin immediately groaned and leaned his head back against a pillow when Chris touched him. "Ah, Chris I can't hold it . . . So hard . . . my balls . . . are so hot inside these pants. Need to get them off." Vin cried in frustration.
"Not so fast, pard. I think you need to stay quiet here or I'll have to leave. Can't have you moving around . . . taking off your clothes." Chris pulled back the quilt to revel Vin's cock hard and engorged straining out of his sweat pants. Kissing Vin again, he moved his head down to Vin's abdomen. Pulling up Vin's sweatshirt gently, he let his tongue slide along the depression between Vin's sculptured stomach muscles. Turning his head so he could watch the younger man's expression, he began to suck and lick his way down to the waistband of Vin's sweat pants.
Vin couldn't believe he was holding on so long. The pressure inside his groin was filling him with a painful need for relief. Chris's tongue and mouth lapping up and down his stomach while Chris's hand began a slow stroking of the tracker's rock hard shaft, had Vin moaning and trying to lift his hips.
Chris felt Vin try to lift his hips to push. Raising his head, he placed his free hand on Vin's hip and held him to the couch. "Vin, don't. I'll take care of you. Just hold on."
"God, Chris . . . hurry . . . I wanna come so bad . . . Need to push . . . oh, oh . . . help me!" Vin moaned as Chris lowered his mouth over the leaking slit of the vibrating penis in his hand. Opening his mouth wide, Chris took Vin as deep as he could. Immediately, he began a hard sucking motion which he combined with a steady pulsing of his hand at the base of Vin's shaft. Moving his hand off Vin's hips, Chris reached deep in the fabric of the sweats. Feeling the heat radiating from Vin's swollen balls, Chris dug beneath them and cupped them in his hand. He felt Vin's body react as a shutter went through the body beneath him.
"YES!! AH! CHRIS!! TOUCH ME . . . UNDERNEATH . . . PLEASE . . . YES!!!." Vin felt Chris's supple hand slip deeper until he found the small space between Vin's balls and his anus. Pressing gently, Chris began massaging as he licked and sucked the penis in his mouth with a renewed frenzy. He felt Vin's balls draw up and the hot liquid boil before it pulsed into his mouth. "OH . . . MY GOD!!! CHRIS . . . SO GOOD!"
Vin screamed out his release as the spurting liquid was swallowed by his lover. Trying to hold still, he couldn't help himself and thrust upward. The stabbing pain hit him again in his side, but was mixed with the intense release he was getting from having himself deep in Chris's mouth.
Vin felt Chris's hand come down and rest on his hip again stopping his thrusting. Gasping for breath, Vin allowed Chris to suck him dry. Feeling Vin become soft, Chris slowly let the penis slide from his lips. When it had stopped pulsing, Chris took it and gently placed it back inside the sweats. Drawing the quilt up around Vin's waist, he leaned down and kissed Vin lightly on the lips.
Vin opened his eyes reluctantly relishing the feel of Chris's lips on his own. Returning the kiss, Vin started to press his tongue back inside Chris's mouth. Chris pulled away and looked down at Vin with a smile. "No ya don't, cowboy. Let's get you to your bedroom before I give you this medicine. I'm too tired to carry you now."
"Naw, Chris . . . wanna sleep here." Vin looked at Chris and reached up to touch his lips. The movement made his side ache but Chris stirred a deeper ache inside him. He wanted to be near Chris no matter what the cost.
Chris leaned back taking up the two pain pills and the muscle relaxant to give to Vin. "Here, take these." Helping Vin with the water, Chris watched him finish and then pulled back the quilt. Wrapping it around his waist, Chris eased Vin upright and helped him stand.
Vin felt his side cramp and the sharp stab of pain begin again in his side. "Damn, Chris! This side of mine ever gonna get better?" Leaning on Chris, he walked slowly toward the bedrooms. Chris tried turning Vin into the quest bedroom, but Vin protested.
"Wanna sleep with you." Vin leaned into Chris's chest, letting his head rest there. Chris smiled at him and continued easing him into the quest bedroom.
"Think you need to sleep here at least for tonight. You need to be where you can rest without being disturbed." Pulling back the covers, Chris helped Vin take off his shirt and sat him on the side of the bed.
"Wanna be disturbed. Want you disturb me all night." Vin reached down to help Chris take off his sweat pants. Chris smiled and took Vin's hands away. Looking up as he slipped the fabric over Vin's slender feet, Chris watched as Vin tried to keep his eyes open. Chris reached up just in time to ease Vin back onto the bed. Lifting up Vin's legs, he gently covered the sleeping form of his lover.
CHAPTER NINE
Chris sat in the darkened room watching Vin as he slept off the effects of the drugs. Staring at the picture of Sarah hanging on the wall, Chris tired to remember how he had felt when he had been with her. Those feelings were getting harder and harder to recall. But the emotion he felt now for Vin was as intense as anything he had felt for Sarah. Sarah was gone. Chris had finally accepted that but Vin was here and he was very very real. And Chris Larabee wanted real again.
Sunshine fell across Vin's bed. Chris had finally moved a old cot into the guest room. Falling into an exhausted sleep, he was awakened about two in the morning by the sounds of Vin crying out. Moving to the bed, he placed a comforting hand on the young man's shoulder and studied his face closely. He couldn't make sense of what Vin was saying, but it was obvious he was in pain. Reaching for the pain medications and relaxants, Chris gently stimulated Vin. "Vin. Hey, wake up. Wake up and take these."
Vin opened his eyes and tried to focus. Turning his eyes toward the voice, he reached up and touched Chris's face. "Chris? What? Where am I?"
"Sleeping in my guest room, cowboy. You hurting?" Pouring water into a glass, he reached behind Vin's head and helped him sit up.
Vin nodded his head. "Yeah, my side and back are killing me. Hard to sleep." Vin felt Chris place something in his hand and looked down.
"Pain pills, Vin. Time to go back to sleep." Seeing Vin start to protest, he picked on tablet up and placed it against Vin's lips. "Open. I want to go back to sleep, too." Vin opened his mouth obediently and took all three pills. Chris sat on the side of the bed until Vin had fallen back to sleep. Crossing tiredly to the cot, he fell asleep watching Vin's chest rise and fall.
Chris now lay watching the sun making patterns across Vin's blanket. Looking at his watch, he saw that it was after 6 am. Assuring himself that Vin was still soundly asleep, Chris went into his bathroom and quickly showered.
Coming up the stairs carrying coffee and his laptop, Chris made himself comfortable on the cot and waited for Vin to wake up.
An hour later Chris was well into a case summary report, when Vin moaned as he tried to roll over on his left side. Gasping, Vin opened his eyes and put out his hand to stop his forward progress. Putting aside the computer, Chris slide off the bed and leaned over Vin's bed.
"Easy there pard. Careful of the ribs." Chris studied Vin's face carefully. "You feeling any better this morning? I've got more medicine for you here."
"Need to get up." Vin pressed his hand against the mattress tying to ease his body upright.
"I'll get whatever you need Vin. Stay still." Chris was so intent on helping Vin that he missed the obvious discomfort clouding Vin's face.
"Chris. I uh . . . I need to do this myself." Vin tried again to get up but Chris still restrained him. "Chris I gotta pee. Let me up . . . " Chris let his hand come off Vin like he had been slapped.
"Oh, geez Vin, I'm sorry . . . Uh, here, let me help you." Chris quickly pulled back the covers as Vin slowly moved his legs to a sitting position. Standing in front of Vin helping support him, Chris let his gaze fall to Vin's lap.
The semierect penis poked upward between Vin's legs. Helping Vin stand, Chris couldn't help but watch as it rose up from the sharpshooter's groin. Holding on to Chris, Vin moved as quickly as he could considering his painful side and urgent call to nature.
"Thanks Chris. I can take it from here." Vin let go of Chris's arm and passed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Turning as quickly as he could, Vin relieved himself, still feeling Chris's touch on him.
Chris finished making Vin's bed and laid out a pair of soft cotton pajamas for him to wear. Watching Vin come back from the bathroom, he let Vin make his way to sit on the side of the bed. "These for me?" Vin pointed to the clothing.
"Yeah, thought you might want to move to the recliner in the den. I've got it all nicely padded up for you. Those pajamas won't bind around your side like the sweats." Chris stood. "Need help? If not I'll go down and start breakfast."
Vin shook his head and reached for the bottoms. "Ok, if I just put on the pants? The fabric hurts when it touches my skin." Steadying himself, Vin started to bend over to put the pants on. Bending only half way down, Vin hissed and froze. "Chris? Guess I'm gonna need a little help after all. Feel stupid. Man ought to be able to put on his own pants."
"It's ok, Vin. Let's just go nice and easy today. If things aren't much better tomorrow, I'll call Dr Gavin. He said it might take a couple days for the acute pain to go away." Kneeling down he helped Vin slip the pants on over his feet and pull them up around his waist.
Looking down as Chris tied them around Vin's trim waist, Vin smiled. "These yours?"
Chris looked up and met Vin's gaze. "Yeah. You like getting in my pants?" Grinning Chris leaned forward and kissed Vin fully on the lips. Vin returned the kiss with equal passion. Vin leaned forward into Chris chest, letting his hands run down Chris's back. Reluctantly, Chris pulled away. "Ok, enough. This is a rest day, Vin. You sleep and rest. I'm working from here. Got a mountain of reports to review. Think the boys might be coming over tonight to watch the Monday night game. I'll check with them later. That ok with you?"
Vin looked up shying from underneath his lashes. "Like it all except the part about resting all day long." Vin tried again to draw Chris's mouth to his, but Chris held back. Hard as it was to resist this beautiful young man before him, he meant to make sure Vin was without pain before they did anything again.
Picking up his laptop, Chris made to walk to the kitchen. "Breakfast is in 15 minutes. You need any help getting there?"
Vin frowned as he moved his hands to his groin. "What I need help with, you ain't givin' today, looks like." Vin pouted. Chris smiled sweetly and blew Vin a kiss.
"Your back will thank me for this later, trust me." Seeing Vin trying to be angry, Chris chuckled. "I'm fixing waffles, when you're ready."
Vin sat on the edge of the bed. His semi-erect penis pushing against the soft cotton. Rising slowly, he shuffled to the bathroom to take a cold shower.
God, he would have given anything to have taken Vin right there on the bed, but he had to be the stronger, more reasonable one in the relationship right now. Damn! Leadership had it's sacrifices. Gathering the supplies he needed for breakfast, Chris began fixing their meal.
Vin finished his shower and headed slowly to the kitchen. Easing himself into a chair, he watched Chris move fluidly around the kitchen. Carefully reaching for the coffee pot, Vin poured himself a cup. Testing it, he winced and put it down. "Chris, did you put any coffee in the coffee maker before you brewed this?"
Chris turned from the counter and smiled. "Well, some of us like our coffee so that it doesn't burn our stomach linings. Here, I made you a different pot." Chris slipped a cup of coffee into the microwave. Setting two waffles with bacon before Vin, he added the coffee after it was warm. Watching in amazement as Vin smothered the waffles with syrup, Chris reached over and placed the pain medication and muscle relaxant in front of his plate. Frowning, Vin reluctantly picked up the pills and swallowed them.
"I don't really need these." Vin said through a mouthful of waffles.
"Uh, huh." Chris acknowledged as he sipped his coffee. Amazed again that such a simple thing as watching Vin eat could bring him such satisfaction, Chris was jerked out of his thoughts by the ring of the phone.
"Larabee." Chris said as he picked up the phone. He listened as Josiah inquired about Vin and ran through some work related questions he needed answered. Chris gave Josiah the information he needed as he watched Vin start to squirm in his chair. Seeing Vin's discomfort, Chris ended the phone call with an question about the evenings plans. "Ok, then Vin and I will expect you guys about seven. I'll look for those files: you've got my fax number here at the house? Right. Ok, talk to you later." Chris sat the phone back down. "Looks like you need to take a nap."
"Naw, just getting stiff sitting in this chair." Standing up quickly, Vin felt a wave of dizziness hit him as the pain in his back stabbed him again. "Ah, man." Vin hissed and made to sit back down. Chris was around the table and at Vin's side in no time.
"Vin? Come on, lean on me. Let's get you into the den. Don't get frustrated, ok? This is gonna take time to heal." Taking part of Vin's weight on himself he helped the young agent get settled in the recliner. Within minutes, the pain medication had taken effect and Vin was in a drug induced sleep. Covering Vin with a soft fleece blanket, Chris put on a couple of Mary Chapin Carpenter CD's he knew Vin liked.
CHAPTER TEN
Sitting down at his computer table, Chris logged on. Pulling up the files he needed to review, Chris worked till noon watching Vin sleep. Waking him for a light lunch, Vin at first declined the offer of pain medication taking only the muscle relaxant Dr Gavin insisted must be taken round the clock. Coming back slowly from the bathroom, he walked to the kitchen. Sitting gingerly in a chair, he spoke. "Damn, Chris this thing is driving me crazy. As long as I don't move I'm fine. Get up and it's like my side is splitting apart." Shaking his head, he picked at the soup Chris had prepared for lunch.
Chris noticed Vin's obvious lack of enthusiasm for the lunch meal. Walking over to the table, he stood beside Vin reaching out to ruffle the soft brown locks. "Just hang in there. I'm gonna call Paul Gavin and see if there's anything else we can do to make you feel better. Would you rather have something else to eat?" Chris let his hand fall to the back of Vin's neck where he started making slow circles at the base of Vins neck.
"Mmmm . . . feels good." Vin stretched his neck out and let Chris's hand work deeper into his muscles. Sitting for a few minutes relishing the feel of his lover's hand, Vin looked up at Chris with lust filled eyes. "Wish you were doing that on some other part of my body."
Chris returned Vin's look. "Me too pard. But just think about it, when you're well enough, we're gonna really be ready."
"Ready now." Vin reached up and stroked the material across Chris's penis.
Chris reached down and took the hand, bringing it up to his lips he kissed the fingertips and palms. Finally placing it back in Vin's lap. "Me too . . . but I repeat, we have to be careful till you heal. So, you want that soup or something else?"
Sighing, Vin put his hand against his lips and licked the fingers with his tongue. "Chocolate ice cream?" Vin looked so innocent, Chris laughed and taking the soup away went to the refrigerator.
"This is really healthy." Chris continued smiling as he dished out a generous serving for Vin.
"It's one of the four basic food groups." Vin returned Chris's smile. Chris placed the bowl in front of Vin and watched him eat hungrily. Picking up the phone, he placed a call to the doctor's office.
Taking the phone in the other room, Chris talked to his friend about Vin's progress. Hanging up Chris made his way back to the kitchen. Reaching over he put two more pain pills in front of Vin. "Doc Gavin is wants you resting again today. He's calling in a new anti-inflammatory to the pharmacy. Says it should help out. Still wants you on the muscle relaxant, pain pills and complete rest. Also wants you in his office day after tomorrow for more x-rays. So, I'm gonna run to the pharmacy after you get settled again."
"Chris." Vin started to protest but got no further. Chris held up his hand and motioned Vin to follow him. Leading him back to the den, he pointed.
"You can have the couch or back to the recliner. Pick one." Folding his arms, he stood quietly while Vin decided. Seeing the "look" on Chris's face, Vin picked the couch. Besides the medication was starting to make him sleepy again. Sighing, he eased down on the couch and turned on his good side. Chris covered him with another quilt and turned the TV on to CNN. Adjusting the volume, he finished up some final paper work before gathering his keys. Looking closely at Vin, he saw that the sharpshooter was sound asleep. Slipping out to the garage, he started the truck and headed for town.
After picking up Vin's medications, Chris stopped by for Chinese take-out and hurried home. He hoped he didn't return to find Vin mucking out stalls. Parking the truck in the garage, he dropped the take-out on the counter and walked into the den.
The couch was empty. The recliner was also vacant. Cursing, Chris checked the downstairs bathroom and found it empty too. Fighting back anger, Chris marched out the backdoor onto the porch. Looking toward the barn he didn't see Vin outside so he trotted out to check inside. Bobby, the college student who tended the horses was getting their evening feed ready.
"Bobby. Seen Vin? The brown long-haired agent that works with me?" Chris looked inside the tack room as he spoke.
"No, Mr. Larabee. I've been here about an hour. Passed you on the road coming in. Hasn't been anyone out here." The young man replied.
"Thanks, Bobby. Say you can sleep in tomorrow if you want. I'll be home in the morning so I'll feed them first thing. You can come out after your classes, if you want." Chris talked as he scanned the pasture area for signs of Vin.
"That would be great, sir. I've got a paper to do. You want me to help look for your friend?" Bobby started to fill the horses feed buckets.
"No, that's ok. He'll show up if he knows what's good for him. See ya tomorrow." Chris nodded to Bobby as he made his way back to the house.
Pausing in the kitchen, Chris put their dinner in the refrigerator. Trying not to be angry, he climbed the stairs to his bedroom to change clothes. Peeking into the quest room, Chris found it also empty. His anger growing, he rounded the doorway to the master bedroom. Turning the corner to his closet, Chris noticed something strange about his bed. Walking closer to the four-poster bed, Chris saw long brown hair splayed out over his pillow.
Leaning over, Chris saw Vin sound asleep curled up in his place on the bed. Curled up on his right side, Vin had another of Chris's pillows clutched in his arms supporting his weight. Chris could see that Vin was deeply asleep. Exchanging his anger for relief and tenderness, Chris pulled the bedspread over Vin. Vin stirred slightly snuggling deeper into the covers. Unable to resist, Chris reached out and brushed strands of Vin's hair away from his eyes. Tears started to form as emotions Chris hadn't felt in years began to flood him.
The intensity of feelings he had for Vin overwhelmed him. Moving away from the bed, he walked to the window. Staring out at the mountains, Chris let the tears flow. Vin had opened a place in his heart he thought he had closed forever. This vulnerable, talented, handsome, young man had opened a door to Chris's heart. Turning to look at Vin's sleeping form, he made a decision. Now he would have to find the nerve to tell Vin about it.