ATF Universe
Disclaimers : The standard. The gentlemen don't belong to me, that's for sure.
"That's it then," Vin said looking over his empty apartment. He gave a quick glance around noting how much bigger the rooms looked with no furniture or clutter. He locked the door a final time and hurried down the four flights to the street. Chris was waiting for him in Vin's old Jeep. "Said your goodbyes?," Chris asked, raising an eyebrow. Vin settled in behind the wheel."Yup. Let's move out." Vin signalled the driver of the moving van and the huge Mayflower semi pulled out. Vin and Chris followed behind, driving out of Purgatorio, Vin's old, beaten and battered neighborhood.
The decision to move in with his lover, Chris Larabee, was months in a hemming and hawing phase, progressing to an "I reckon" stage and ultimately concluded with "Let's do it."
Today was moving day, the final result of all Vin's second thoughts, and 'what ifs,' coming to a head. No turning back now. Vin's stomach was churning. 'What if.... stop it,' he commanded himself, clutching the Jeep's wheel even harder. 'You love this man and this is the right move. Totally, absolutely. But, what if....,' the little voice whispered in his ear. Vin cranked up the volume on the radio.
Just out of Denver Vin's Jeep blew a rod. Not too surprising given the age and condition of the vehicle. Chris and Vin had to abandon the Jeep on the side of the highway and ride the rest of the way in the back of the moving van.
It was pitch-dark and cold, the air thick with dust from the blankets draped over Vin's belongings. Vin's bed was against one wall, piled with boxes of clothes. There was just enough room for Vin to lie down with Chris kneeling over him. With the exception of Vin's socks, they were buck naked.
As the truck whined through the gears and came up to speed on I-25, Chris began to kiss Vin's soft, full, but chilly, lips slowly and lightly. He roamed his kisses to his eyes, earlobes, neck, pausing there to nuzzle, nip and suck on the soft flesh.
"Cccccold," Vin chattered, "got goosebumps."
"Hell, you're always cold, Vin. Even when its 75 degrees you've still got your socks on in bed."
"Can't help it, thin blood I guess. Suppose you'll have to warm me up some," Vin grinned, his white teeth flashing, the only part of him visible to Chris.
"What do you think I've been doing, pard," Chris replied, crushing his tongue into Vin's mouth. Vin took his tongue and sucked it. Chris licked the inside of his mouth, inside his jaw, the roof of his mouth. "You have such a fine mouth, Vin, tastes so good." Chris stared down at Vin, his gray-green eyes soft and heavy.
Vin reached up and ran his fingers through Chris's soft blond hair. "Warming up now," Vin whispered.
Chris ran his hands up and down Vin's arms and took his hands in his to get the chill off them. He reached down and grasped Vin's cock, stroking him firmly. With his other hand Chris teased and pinched and fingered Vin's hardened nipples.
"Well, there's at least two parts of me real warm anyways," Vin moaned. "Maybe if'n we get more physical all of me will hotten up."
"Uh, huh," Chris said, "turn over and I'll see what I can do, me being your personal space heater and all."
Vin turned onto his stomach and got up on all fours. "This is weird, Chris, not being able to see a thing. Just feeling your hands on me. Kinda erotic, don't ya think? And the vibrations from the truck remind me of those 'Magic Fingers' gizmos in the motels. Gotta tell ya, it's gettin' me hard," Vin grinned.
"You and me both, cowboy. And given the situation I'm going to have to improvise with the lubrication and go with what Mother Nature provides," Chris said.
"Ya mean spit. Hell, that ain't no problem. Hock it up, pard."
"You sweet talker, Vin," Chris laughed.
Chris readied Vin with spit-covered fingers, easing one then two fingers into Vin's puckered hole. Then he pushed against the still tight opening. "Ahh, Vin, feels so hot. Being squeezed by you, it's just...," Chris sighed.
When he was all the way inside he just stayed there, not moving at all, letting the bump of the tires over each section of the pavement be their rhythm. For fifteen minutes they stayed like that, completely at the mercy of the road.
"Chris, I can't kneel anymore, my arms and legs are shaking, let me ease down some," Vin panted. Vin lay down on the narrow bed and Chris continued to stay in him. "Gotta tell ya, I'm plenty warm now, cowboy. I don't know how much more I can take, I'm fit to be burstin. Fuck me hard, Chris."
"Hold on, Vin. It feels so good inside you. Let's let the van do all the pumping for us."
Just as Chris spoke the van entered a construction area where the highway was grooved, waiting to be repaved. Chris rode Vin, thrusting and shuddering into him, the cadenced rhythm marked by the loud squishing sound of his cock stroking and pushing into Vin's sweet ass. Vin's release was like a creeping wave rising up from his calves spreading warmth over the length of him as his body ignited and he bucked against Chris unchecked. His back arched and his toes cramped as every part of his body coiled, impelling him toward his finish. With the metal sides of the truck rattling as if they would pop their rivets, the rush of cars in the passing lane, the engine's hum pounding in their ears, they came within seconds of each other.
"Holy shit, Chris, now that was a ride! 'Magic Fingers,' hell, let's get us a semi. Man, this rocks!" Vin's face was covered with sweat and around his temple a few curls lay flat with moisture. Chris eased out of Vin and sat on the edge of the bed. A fine sheen of perspiration covered his chest.
"Oh, yeah, Vin, a moving experience, you might say," Chris groaned at his own pun before Vin had a chance to.
The men could feel the van slowing down and quickly searched for their clothes in the dark among the boxes and furniture.
"I think I have your pants on," Vin said to Chris. "You do," Chris squeaked as he tried to zip up Vin's jeans. "Damn, you're skinny."
The truck jerked to a halt. Chris and Vin could hear footsteps crunching on the gravel driveway of Chris's ranch. The back doors of the moving van were pulled open flooding the truck with bright, blinding sunlight. They jumped down from the back of the semi, eyes still adjusting to the light.
"Your shirt is inside out, Vin."
"Yeah, and I couldn't find my underwear. But, hey, I got my socks on," Vin laughed.
They stood together looking at the ranch for a moment. "Welcome to my life, Vin," Chris nudged the younger man.
"It's good to be home, cowboy."
They walked through the front door together.
THE END
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