It's In His Kiss

by mcat

May 4, 2000

Disclaimer: No, I do not own these characters – the boys or Miss Millie. I only use and abuse them shamelessly. Sue me if you will, but it won't be worth your while. My measly tax refunds just bought this week's groceries. BTW, Miss Madeline is mine, and as long as she stays big, blonde and beautiful, and you let Vin have her, you can use her too!

ONE

It all started so innocently. Well, not so innocently, when you think about it. But it all started in the saloon, with me watching him with Miss Millie, and ponderin' one of life's little mysteries. I was thinkin'…

How the hell does he do it? Near every single woman, hell, damn near every married woman, too, just swoons at his feet. Well, all except Inez – still can't figure that one out. But still – shit. He calls it 'animal magnetism' or somethin' like that. He can charm just about anybody he damn near pleases to do his biddin', just with a wink or a smile. Hell, JD told me that Buck told him, he never even pays for his whores!

What the hell is so damn special about him that he can get any warm body he wants into bed? With the exception of one or two, any woman I ever wanted to bed, I'd had to pay for. I'm just as good lookin' as he is. Better, when I've had a shave and bath. And I've got that strong, quiet type manliness goin' for me. I hear women like that.

Shit. Just thinkin' about all this was makin' me harder'n a fence post. And I ain't had no money left this week, and lookin' at that blonde at the bar…shit. Okay, maybe it was time to ask for advice. Maybe I could find out how he gets his for free… Nah, couldn't ask a man that. Ain't like I'm a young feller, talkin' to my pa about the birds and the bees. No, but I was broke and hornier than a toad and my own hand in the back of my wagon wasn't gonna cut it tonight. Time to buck up…

And I did. After he'd had a few beers, I watched him head out to the back of the saloon, toward the privies. Perfect, I thought, nobody would be around when I asked him. And he'd know that if he told anybody I asked, he'd be a dead man, for sure. Hell, if Chris could threaten to cut his throat, so could I.

I surprised him, standing there by the back door. It almost looked like a pleasant surprise, too. Like he was glad to have found me alone. Don't happen too often, I guess. After a few sideways glances, making sure we was alone, me workin' up the courage to ask, he spoke first.

"Whatcha need, Vin?" And damn if those blue eyes of his weren't all full of mischief, that mustache all twitchin'.

"I… I guess I got a question for ya, Buck," I got out. Shit.

"Shoot," he replied, shovin' his hand into his gunbelt.

"How do ya do it? How the hell do ya get all the women to do yer biddin', sleep with ya fer free?" I asked, and I know that I must have sounded desperate, despite tryin' not to.

"It's in the kiss," he said simply, shruggin' his shoulders, like I shoulda known how obvious the answer was.

I guess I looked confused or somethin' 'cause then he said he'd have to demonstrate. Great, I thought. He's gonna have Miss Millie come out back and teach me how to kiss or somethin' equally embarrassin'.

Next thing I knew, though, was that he was kissin' me! Shit! But before I could step back and shoot him, I had the answers to all my questions.

I can't rightly explain it, how or why I let this man keep kissin' me. Ain't never kissed or been kissed by a man before, 'cept my pa. And, believe me, that weren't anything like this!

I felt his lips on mine, his tongue reachin' out and strokin' mine. I felt that mustache of his ticklin' my upper lip… and then the heat came. It was like every part of me was on fire – from my mouth right down to my toes and back again. I felt as if I was meltin' in his arms, which I realized were not only just around my waist and neck, but holdin' me up, too. My knees musta been knockin' together, they were so weak. I couldn't believe this. That this man's kiss could do that to anybody – let alone me!

And now comes the scary part, but the part that gave me that instant understandin' to my earlier questions. I was feelin' so good, so hot, so damn hard at that point, just from his damn kiss, that I swear, I wanted him to fuck me right on the spot! If I was willin' and wantin' this man to fuck me right there and then, then how could he not get any woman he chose?

And then, as quickly as it started, it stopped. He just gave me a smile and a wink and went back into the saloon, leavin' me gaspin' for air and harder'n that damn fence post again.

So where does this leave me now? I still don't have no money. I didn't even try to get that blonde in the saloon. Nope. Here I am, alone in the back of my wagon, hand on my dick, wantin' Buck to fuck me.

TWO

I knew he was watchin' me. Most people, 'specially the ones that don't know 'im, they don't pick up on such things. They'd never even know he blinked an eye at 'em. But I knew. I knew exactly what he was doin'. Exactly what he was thinkin'. At least I'd hoped so.

I heard him and JD talkin' about me this mornin'. About my 'animal magnetism,' how I got ladies to do my biddin' without payin' for 'em. And I did tell JD that I didn't have to pay for 'em. The boy thought it was 'cause of my past, 'cause of what my Ma did for a livin'. Ain't got nothin' to do with it.

So he was watchin' me with Miss Millie. She was sittin' on my lap, with all her curves and giggles keepin' me nice and happy. I knew he was envious, he and Ezra ain't the only ones good at readin' people. And when he wasn't eyein' me, he was watchin' Miss Madeline, the big blonde at the bar. I knew he wanted her, saw it when he turned sideways away from the bar. Don't know why he just didn't go ask her.

Then it hit me. He didn't have no money. He hadn't had a drink in the whole hour he'd been here, other than the one Chris bought him first thing. And I think I remember him askin' Chris when the next time our pay was comin'…

I looked up at him again, and don't ask me why, but just then I got this idea in my head. Maybe he just looked so pitiful standin' there, wantin' what he couldn't have. But I felt it was my duty, as a friend. I was readin' him again. I knew he wanted to ask. He just wouldn't do it here in the middle of the saloon. So I excused myself to Miss Millie, tellin' her that I'd be back in a flash. She gave me a quick kiss and licked my ear before I got up. Shoo-ee, what that girl could do to me! Soon as I straighten Vin out, she and I would be takin' care of business, I thought.

So after my trip to the privy, I saw him waitin' on me outside the back of the saloon. I was kinda surprised to see him. But now I could just offer him the money, instead of payin' Miss Madeline for him myself. I saw that he was havin' trouble with his words, so I spoke up first.

"Whatcha need, Vin?" I asked, knowingly.

"I…I guess I got a question for ya, Buck," he got out, stutterin' a bit.

I got this funny feelin' in me all of a sudden. Somethin' was tellin' me that this wasn't about money.

"Shoot," I said, stickin' my hand in my gunbelt, like I said, not so sure of where this was goin' anymore.

"How do ya do it? How the hell do ya get all the women to do yer biddin', sleep with ya fer free?" he asked and I heard the desperation in his voice, even though he tried hidin' it.

Now I've had people ask me that before and I just ain't never been able to explain it in words. My Ma said I had a God given talent, that I shouldn't try to question it or explain it, just use it. But how could I just use it on Vin?

"It's in the kiss," I finally said, shruggin' my shoulders. I was telling him the truth, of course. But when he didn't do nothin' but look confused, I knew I just had to do somethin' about it.

"Let me demonstrate," I whispered and dipped my head down and began to kiss him, hopin' he didn't take that mare's leg of his to me.

And, man, what happened next! I did the best I could to hold him up. He was just like warm clay in my arms, meltin' right into me. Yup, the ol' Buck charm was workin', even on Vin. I licked those lips of his and even played with his tongue. Usually don't take much more'n that. I knew he was hard. I knew I'd gotten him to the point where he'd be beggin' me to take 'im. And I was lovin' every second of it.

But then I thought. This is Vin. This is one of my friends. This ain't no workin' girl. So I let 'im go then. Gave 'im a smile and a wink and headed on back into the saloon, before I did somethin' I regretted. And, after all, Miss Millie was waitin' on me and I couldn't disappoint her.

But is that the end of it? Nope. Not even close. Yeah, I talked with Miss Madeline, gave her some money and told her that it was a gift for Vin. But as I met up with Miss Millie again, I had this strange feelin' in me. I kept picturin' Vin as I left him, gaspin' for air and harder'n a rock at the back door, 'cause of my kiss.

And now, as I'm pleasurin' Miss Millie and she's pleasurin' me, all I can think is that I want to go fuck Vin.

THREE

I don't know why I didn't figure it out sooner. Should've been clear as day that something just wasn't right. Buck and Vin usually meet up with me for coffee around mid-morning. Vin and me'll usually just sit quiet while Buck tells us which of the ladies he'd "graced with his presence" the night before. Then, when Buck's done talking or we tell him to shut up, Vin'll let us know if anything happened during his night patrol or morning walk around town. If anybody knows what's going on around this town, it's usually Vin.

But this morning, neither one of them showed up. I mean, I saw them both. Saw Vin walking toward Mrs. Murphy's boarding house. Then he stopped, picked up something off the ground and went into Mrs. Potter's store. I figured maybe he'd found a bit or two and decided to buy something. I knew he was hard up for cash. He'd asked me when the Judge was sending our pay to us the night before. I saw Buck about the same time. He hadn't even made it off the saloon porch when I saw him turn his head back to the doors. I just figured one of the ladies had called to him, and he went back for some unexpected seconds. It's happened before. Lucky son of a bitch.

Then there was the fact that for the entire rest of the day, I didn't see either one of them together - not once. I mean, it's not like they're normally inseparable or anything. But they don't go avoiding each other, either. And again, I don't know for the life of me why I didn't pick up on it sooner. Maybe because it was such a beautiful day. The sun was out, the weather was warm, the birds were singing… Hell, there wasn't even a bad guy around to draw down on, with my gun or my cold, hard stare.

It was JD that finally got me to notice that something was going on.

"Chris," he said. "What the hell's goin' on with Buck and Vin?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, they've been avoidin' each other all day. They have a fight or somethin'? Buck just keeps sayin' that nothin's goin' on. I tried talkin' to Vin, too, but he won't even answer me," he rambled on.

That's when I started thinking on it. Realized that what JD was saying was true. Something was going on, and sure as shit, I was gonna find out. I needed both of them to watch my back and each other's. Nice day or not, some hotheaded or drunk desperado could come out shooting and I didn't want whatever was going on between the two of them to get someone killed.

So I told JD to tell Buck that I needed to talk to him and to meet me at the jail. Then I went and found Vin and told him that JD got some new wanted posters that I wanted him to look at, to see if he knew anything about any of them.

Vin and I were inside, "looking for those posters" when JD and Buck arrived. I gave JD a look that told him that he'd be safer if he left. The boy's learning. Didn't have to verbalize it for him to git. Buck was just about to back out of there with him, before I stopped him.

"Get your ass in here, Wilmington," I growled, and he obeyed, quietly closing the door behind him.

That's when I noticed that Vin had situated himself in the corner, away from Buck.

"One of you boys mind telling me what's going on between you two?" I asked, hoping to sound stern, treating them like the children they seemed to be acting like.

Neither one of them spoke. I looked over at Vin and he had this look about him, one that I'd never seen before. He wouldn't look at me or at Buck. But I saw a bunch of emotions in those steely blue eyes of his - embarrassment, fear, insecurity, desire… Desire?? What the hell?

Then I looked at Buck. His mustache was twitching. His eyes were guilty. But there was something else there, too. I saw him take a quick peek over at Vin and I saw that same desire showing in his eyes, too.

Then a flood of realization hit me. Shit. I started shaking my head, without even thinking about it. I walked right up to Buck, then, that son of a bitch.

"You kissed him, didn't you?!" I asked, demanded, yelled, whatever. "You had to go and kiss him! Son of a bitch!" I yelled at him, and then I walked out, still shaking my head.

FOUR

I'm damn sure my jaw musta been on the floor. How the hell did Larabee know? Hell, did everybody know? Then, part of me was wonderin' what the hell he was mad at. I mean, did he have dibs on Buck or somethin'? Or did Buck go 'round kissin' men, makin' 'em into quiverin' gobs of goo, all the time?

I looked over at Buck then. He had this guilt-filled look in his eye. Like Chris just caught him with his hand in the cookie jar or somethin'. I guess, in a sense, he kinda did. I guess that made me the cookie. I always liked Oatmeal cookies… But I digress. That's an Ezra word, ya know.

"It ain't like it sounds, Vin," Buck whispered, and I saw a measure of truth in them eyes of his.

Shit. I was startin' to think about that damn kiss and I was gettin' all horny again just by bein' in the same room with him. I didn't know what to say to him. Besides 'Fuck me, please.' But at the same time, it wasn't as urgent a need as it was last night. Maybe 'cause Chris knew. And again, how did Chris know? When I finally decided to open my mouth, to say somethin', Chris walked back into the jail.

He was still shakin' his head. He still looked pissed off, but now… he almost looked like he had a mission to fulfill. Damn, Buck was in trouble for sure, I thought. But what he said to the two of us, well, it damn near shocked me more'n that kiss Buck gave me!

"Look. I know what happened," he said. "And I got a pretty good idea about what you two are doing and feeling and all," he went on, and I could tell he wasn't sure he really wanted to say what was comin' next, but he did. "So go get yourselves a room and fuck each other to your hearts' content. Get it out of your systems. Come tomorrow morning I don't want any of this avoiding each other crap. We've got a job to do and you can't watch each other's backs if you're busy watching each other's backsides."

And then he left again. Just like that. I think Buck and my jaws were both on the floor then.

"He's right, ya know," Buck said, lookin' right at me. "You want me. I want you. We gotta at least get it out of our systems."

Shit. Shit, shit, shit! What the hell could I say to that? He was absolutely right, as much as I hated to admit it – to him or me. But what should I say? 'Okay, Buck, but be gentle, I ain't never been with a man, before,' all pretty-like? Sounds like what some virgin might say on her weddin' night – least the kind that say they're virgins.

Then good ol' Buck made up my mind for me. 'Cause while I was standin' there, ponderin' on what virgins say and do, he'd walked across the room, grabbed my chin and swooped in for another big ol' kiss. And damn if it didn't happen all over again. All thoughts of sweet shy little virgins fled from my head and lustful ideas of what kinds of stuff I wanted Buck to do to me moved in.

"Your room. Ten minutes," was all I could manage to say.

FIVE

I didn't think too much about it when JD told me Chris wanted to see me. JD said somethin' about some wanted poster. Figured Chris came across an old acquaintance of ours on one of 'em or somethin'.

But as soon as I walked in the door and saw Vin… Shit. I couldn't face the both of 'em at once. I tried backin' out of there, but between JD blockin' the door and Chris's stern command to get my ass back in there, I didn't have no choice but to stay.

At first, I thought Vin had told Chris about the kiss, that maybe the two of 'em were gonna shoot me, now. But when he said, "One of you boys mind tellin' me what's going on between you two?" I figured I was off the hook, that we'd come up with somethin' to give him an answer.

I saw him look at Vin, first. I was lookin' at Vin, too. Damn, that boy looked good, I thought. Then, I thought, oh, shit, what am I thinkin'?! I could see that Vin wasn't too sure of himself, or of me, for that matter. But I knew he was still interested, just like me.

And then when Chris walked back over to me, stormed over to me, actually, and then put into words what he'd figured out, I thought I was a dead man. I closed my eyes, waitin' for the blow, the bullet, somethin' – but it never came. I opened my eyes when I heard the door slam.

I felt Vin lookin' at me. He musta been just mortified – his eyes and mouth were wide open in shock. What must he been thinkin' of me, now? That I go 'round kissin' men all the time? That maybe me and Chris got somethin' goin'? I had to set things right with him. And, damn I still wanted him, too.

So I said, "It ain't like it sounds, Vin," pleadin' to him, hopin' he'd understand that this was somethin' totally new to me. Well, at least me feelin' the way I did as a result of that kiss…

He musta believed me. I saw those blue eyes of his soften, and I knew he was rememberin' our kiss. Hell, he was even tryin' to straighten out his pants, though I don't know if he realized he was doin' it.

And then Chris walked back in. He looked at both of us in turn, standin' in the middle of the room. And then he comes out with a line, sayin' that he knows how we're feelin' and that we should just go and fuck each other to our hearts' content and get it out of our systems! I know he said somethin' else after that, but the thought of him tellin' me and Vin to go and have a good time, was the only thing I could comprehend. By the time I had my wits about me again, he was gone again.

This was my openin'. This was my chance.

"He's right, ya know," I told Vin, lookin' right at 'im. "You want me. I want you. We gotta at least get it out of our systems," I continued, slowly inchin' my way over to 'im.

I knew he was thinkin' about it. I could tell he needed a little more persuadin', though. So I kissed him again. Sure as shit, it did the trick – for both of us. I'm glad he spoke, 'cause I wasn't sure I could.

He'd said ten minutes, but in less than five I'd lit outta that jailhouse and gotten up to my room. I picked up all the dirty clothes and threw 'em into a corner, got rid of the empty whiskey bottle from the other night and straightened out the bed. Shit, you'da thought I was on my first date or somethin'. I guess I was.

And ten minutes later, I heard the footsteps come to a stop outside the door. I waited – didn't want to seem too eager. I was just finally gettin' impatient enough to open the door when I heard the quiet knock.

"Howdy, Vin," I said, openin' the door.

SIX

What the hell did I just do? I thought. I'd just told my two best friends to go get a room and fuck each other 'til their hearts' content. Shit.

I can't say how I knew what Buck'd done – that's between him and me. But I will say that he'd gotten into a heap of trouble the last time he kissed a man. Almost got us killed near the Mexican border, that kiss did.

So, from that last experience with one of Buck's kisses, I knew I had to nip this one in the bud. And, though I might regret it later on, I figured that getting the two of them to fuck like bunnies and get those "what ifs" and "wonder whats" outta their systems would be the way to do it.

After I left the jail the second time, I went over to the saloon. I couldn't resist not watching, though, to see what they'd do or where they'd go, so I got a beer and sat on the porch.

Well, they must've taken me up on my order, because not five minutes later I saw Buck light outta there and head over to Mrs. Murphy's boarding house, where he's got his room. Then, a few minutes after that, Vin came sauntering out, acting like he didn't have a care in the world. He was good at that. Most folks can never see what Vin's feeling or what kind of mood he's in. But most folks don't bother looking. Me, though, I saw that he was a man with a mission. I'd have even bet that Buck gave him another kiss, just to help persuade him. Yup. There he went, over to the boarding house. And I smiled as I took another sip of that beer.

Yes, I smiled. Because that was when I realized that this was kind of fun, now. Sure, I did want them to get it out of their systems, so they can concentrate on their jobs. But it'd been a long few days of not much going on, so this little thing with Vin and Buck was turning out to be quite entertaining.

SEVEN

I don't know how long I stood outside that door, workin' up the courage to knock. Part of me just wanted to run – that was my head. The other part was tellin' me to just knock on the damn door, and I think you can guess which part of me that was. That part won out and before I knew it, I was knockin' on the door.

I was almost hopin' Buck wouldn't hear it, but after the two small taps, the door opened and he had a smile on his face as he said, "Howdy, Vin."

"Buck," I replied, and stepped into the room when he moved away from the door.

I wasn't believin' that I'd actually took those steps. Some of the hardest walkin' I'd ever done. And when Buck turned the key and locked that door, well, the sound just went through me – like a bullet. This was it, I thought.

I shivered when he put his hand on my shoulder, felt the tinglin' spread through my body. I wanted him to kiss me again. I needed him to kiss me again.

He slowly walked around me, keepin' his hand on my shoulder as he came to stand in front of me. My mouth was gettin' all dry, from all the anticipatin' and wantin'. It was gettin' hard to swallow as I stared into his eyes. I didn't know what to do first. I needed him to start this, but I wasn't sure how to ask. And then, like he knew what I was thinkin', he said, "Here, this'll help some," and started kissin' me.

I think I moaned.

And he kept kissin' me. And not just on my lips, neither. Next thing I knew, he was kissin' my neck and my shoulder and then my chest. Don't ask me how he got my bandana and shirt off, 'cause I haven't got a clue. I vaguely remember reachin' down to take off my gunbelt, though. You don't touch another man's guns.

Then I reached for his shirt. I was gettin' so hard and hot by then, and I wanted him so bad, that I ripped the damn buttons open. I think I heard him laugh, then.

"Easy, Vin, let's take this slow," he'd said, but I didn't want to listen. I wanted him and I wanted him right then.

He pushed me back from him a little bit and I watched as he took his own gunbelt off and put it on a chair. Then he started unbuttoning his pants and motioned for me to do the same. I remember swallowin' then, but I did it, because, nervous or not, I wanted this.

Then he laid down on that big ol' bed of his and patted the mattress. And like a dog, I obeyed my master and went.

I remember him puttin' his hand to the side of my head, and brushin' his fingers through my hair. And he looked into my eyes once more, askin' me with them, if I still wanted this. Then it was my turn to lean in and kiss him.

EIGHT

I was so glad it was Vin at the door. Woulda looked like a damn fool if someone else was there, and me sayin' "Howdy, Vin," all smilin'. I was even gladder when he came into the room. I locked the door quick and went to 'im, puttin' my hand on his shoulder, hopin' to ease 'im some. I knew he'd be nervous, despite the wantin' I'd put into those eyes of his. Damn, those eyes. I was beginnin' to see how he and Chris could communicate so well without words. Hell, I do it with the ladies all the time, just never thought about doin' it for any other reason. But back to Vin…

I saw that desire in his eyes, mixed in with the nervousness. And just like in the jail, I knew he needed that extra little somethin' to get him goin'. So I leaned in and said, "Here, this'll help some," and started kissin' him. Damn! Is that man ever nice to kiss!

I heard him moanin' and knew I'd done right. I felt myself get hard, too, and knew that this was gonna go far. As I was kissin' him, I undid that bandana of his and started unbuttonin' his shirt. I don't even think he knew I was doin' it. Takes years of practice, undressin' someone like that. But what nice practice it is.

So I began movin' the kisses downward. I wanted to taste him, feel that skin he's always got hidden. I stopped when I got near his waist. I let him undo his own gunbelt. You don't touch another man's guns.

I stood up and saw that raw desire in his eyes again. Next thing I knew he was reachin' for my shirt and then he ripped the whole thing open! Buttons flyin' everywhere, I swear. Couldn't help but laugh.

"Easy, Vin, let's take this slow," I told him and pushed him away a bit so's I could get my own gun off.

As I began takin' my pants off, I told him to do the same, and he did. I fell back onto the bed and tried to relax, pattin' the mattress, callin' him over to me. I wanted him so bad right then, that I didn't know what I'd do.

I put my hand to his face and ran my fingers through that long hair of his. Damn it felt good. This was it, I thought. And while were both naked, hard and wantin', I still had to ask, one more time. Next thing I knew, Vin was kissin' me.

I grabbed ahold of him then, rolled him over onto his back and laid on top of him, not letting those lips of his go for a minute. Our tongues were duelin' faster than any sword fight and our hips musta been goin' just as fast.

It was music to my ears when I heard him whisper, "Oh, God, Buck, fuck me!" in that raspy, hoarse, desperate drawl of his.

NINE

I gotta admit, I was beginning to have my doubts as I sat there on the saloon porch. Yeah, I was the one that brought it all out into the open. I was the one that told them to go up there, to Buck's room, to fuck each other.

It was amusing to remember how they had squirmed in the jail office. Even more so when they had each made their way to Buck's room. But then, as I was sitting there, sipping my beer, not knowing exactly what was going on… Well, it was frustrating.

It's not like I'm one of those kind of people that gets off on watching, but I kept wondering if they were actually gonna do it! Two men! My best friends. I mean, most men are lucky to have one friend they can rely on, to watch their backs. I got six of them, and my two best… well… I guess I figured I was hoping that they'd stay that way. After that time near Mexico, Buck and me almost went our separate ways. I don't want that to happen again. That's why I was so mad at first.

So I kept wondering if having them go at it, even if it meant getting it out of their systems, was really the best solution. That was when JD showed up again. Damn, that boy's got timing.

"Hey, Chris," he said as he sat down next to me. "Did you find out what was goin' on between Buck and Vin?" he asked.

"Yeah, JD," I said, and hoped he'd be happy with that. What was I thinking? This was JD.

"So?" he went on, with a big expectant face.

"So, it's between Buck and Vin," I replied, taking a sip of my beer.

"Okay, so where are they?" he asked.

"Don't know," I said, not looking at him, just staring at nothing across the street.

"Well, maybe we should -," he started saying and I cut him off.

"Not any of my business, or yours," I said giving him one of my looks. Did I say he was learning before? I take it back.

"Fine," he just said and stood up to leave.

I went back inside the saloon then, figuring on getting another drink. Maybe a whiskey or two. As I waited for Inez to serve me, I looked out the window of the saloon and saw JD heading into the boarding house.

I think I apologized to Inez for the swear words I let out just then, but I'm not sure. I guess I'll find out, the next time I see her.

TEN

Well, I'd done it. I got out those five words. Those five words that had been bouncin' around in my head since that night behind the saloon and he kissed me. I whispered, screamed, begged, cried – well, I thought I whispered 'em, and Buck said I practically screamed 'em – but no matter how they sounded, those five words, "Oh, God, Buck, fuck me!" did come outta my mouth.

And Buck was all too happy to oblige.

He started slidin' down me all slow like, lickin' his way from my lips, down my neck, across my collarbone… then he started suckin' on my nipples. Man what a feelin' that was! Then he I felt his hand on my dick, his fingers strokin' it up and down. I was already so hard by then, I didn't think I could get any harder. I was wrong. Hell, between him kissin' and lickin' me with his mouth and rubbin' and squeezin' me with his hand, I was surprised I didn't cum right then and there.

I tried reachin' for 'im, to try to give as good as I got, but Buck just moved away, sayin' "Not yet." Next thing I knew, I was gaspin' for air, 'cause I couldn't hardly breathe. I looked down at my crotch and there was Buck, swallowin' me whole. And I thought him kissin' me on the lips felt good! Shit!

"Feelin' good?" he asked, lettin' go of my dick to start lickin' my balls.

"God, yeah," I said. I was pressin' my hands to my head, holdin' onto my hair, trying' to keep from grabbin' Buck's head and shoving my dick back into his mouth.

"Good, then you'll like this, too," he said then, and I heard that mischief in his voice… Saw it in his eyes when he looked at me again, too. That was when he shoved his fingers up my ass, and I said those five words again.

ELEVEN

Boy, it felt good to be touchin' and kissin' him. We was both so hard and ready for this. I'm still reelin' from the feelin'. Hey, that rhymed. It felt good though – in my head. I mean, I know I make the ladies feel good, they do come back for more, and I know that it ain't for the money. But with Vin, well, I guess it was so different because it was new.

Now it wasn't the first time I'd been with a man, though it had been a while, but I suspected it was Vin's first time, not that I was gonna ask him, though. So I just kept kissin' him and lickin' him, listenin' to him moan and groan, feelin' that I was doin' fine by him.

At one point he started reachin' for me, wantin' to reciprocate. And as much as I wanted those hands of his on me, for some reason I wanted him to feel good, and feel real good, first. So I said, "Not yet," and gave him the surprise of his life.

Vin's got himself a nice sized cock, he does. Almost couldn't get it all in. But when he started squirmin' and buckin', well, I guess that gave me a little help. I was just lovin' listenin' to his heavy breathin' and moanin'. Ain't nothin' like makin' someone feel good.

When I was lickin' his balls I asked 'im if he was feelin' good. I didn't hear what he said, he whispered it so low, but I recognized the satisfied sound of that sigh he let out.

Now the whole time I'd been lickin' his cock and balls, I was also gettin' ready for the next step. So when I told him, "Good, then you'll like this too," and put a finger or two inside him, they were all wet and slick.

And, Lordy, when he told me to fuck him again, my cock got harder than a rock. I couldn't wait to get inside 'im. But like I said, earlier, I kinda suspected this was his first time. I didn't want to hurt 'im. So I finger fucked him a little more and took his cock in my mouth again.

"God damn, Buck!" he cried out. And then he began losin' control.

At first he grabbed me by my hair and started shovin' my head down, wantin' me to suck him in deeper. Then he pulled me up and began kissin' me again, grabbin' my ass and pullin' me close.

I knew it was time. And it wasn't 'cause he growled out, "Fuck me hard!" neither. It was because I was startin' to lose control.

So I put my cock against his sweet little ass and gave it a good push. I think we both cried out and moaned at how good it felt. I'll admit, we didn't last long. We was both too damn excited and feelin' too damn good. But I got in and went fast and furious for a little while – long enough to grab ahold of Vin's cock and give it a few good squeezes and pumps while his ass was squeezin' my cock.

After we both finally came, and I pulled out and laid down next to 'im, and caught my breath, I looked over at Vin. His chest was still heavin' and his legs and arms were just tremblin'. I was worried for a second, thought maybe that I'd hurt 'im, or that he was regrettin' what we done. Then I saw the smile in those blue eyes of his.

TWELVE

"JD!" I yelled, watching in horror as the boy headed up the stairs inside the boarding house.

Musta scared the shit outta him, he stopped so quick. I'm usually not one for yelling unless it's for someone to duck for cover or something.

"What's the matter, Chris?" he asked, total confusion taking over, when he realized there wasn't any immediate threat around, well at least not from anyone besides me.

"Casey's looking for you," I lied. "Said she wanted to go frogging with you or something." I can come up with good ones pretty quick when I have to. "Saw her over near the livery," I added, silently hoping he'd take the bait and get the hell out of the boarding house.

Predictably, he did. Why he and Casey ain't officially courting or hell, even married yet, is beyond me. They're made for each other.

After I was sure he was gone, I found myself standing on the stairs, halfway between the first and second floors. Halfway between going back to the saloon to apologize to Inez and going to Buck's room. I took a few more steps and I realized that I was also halfway between wanting to listen in, to find out for sure if they were really going to do it and taking back what I'd said and stop them from fucking each other.

Next thing I knew I was outside Buck's room. Putting aside any self-conscious feelings I'd had and looking both ways to make sure I wasn't seen, I leaned over and put my ear to the door to listen. At least I didn't bend over and look through the keyhole! Hearing the lust-filled moans coming from Vin, I realized that I was too late. I couldn't take back what I'd said. I heard him practically begging Buck to fuck him.

It was the Mexican border all over again. And yet it wasn't. This time Buck was going to get to do something about it.

I backed away from the door then and headed back downstairs. My emotions were all mixed up. My two best friends were fucking each other. I was happy for them; they were feeling good. My two best friends were fucking each other. I was mad; this could be the end of us. My two best friends were fucking each other. I was happy; what if I started something that'll last forever? My two best friends were fucking each other. I was sad; what if I should have let Buck do this back in Mexico?

I went into the saloon and ordered a bottle of whiskey. Inez put the bottle in front of me and said, "Apology accepted, Senor Larabee." I guess I did say I was sorry to her. But did I need to say it to Buck?

THIRTEEN

We were lyin' together on that bed of his, covered in sweat and cum, when the reality of it all hit me. I had to look at him, and had to admit, to him and me, that what we done felt good.

Can't rightly say if or when I'd ever felt that good. Who knew havin' a man fuck you and kiss you could have felt so damn…right. Two days ago, I woulda bet money, if I'd had any, that there weren't no way you could ever get me to let a man take me. But two days ago, I'd never gotten kissed by Buck Wilmington. And now, I've been more than kissed by Buck Wilmington. Shit.

My tongue felt all tangled and tied. Couldn't even get his name out when I tried to tell 'im how I was feelin'. He figured it out, though, and leaned over and gave me another kiss. Not that "soul-stealin', fuck me now," kind, like before – just a kind of "yeah, it felt good, thanks," kind of kiss.

I don't think either one of us quite knew what to say or do next. Wasn't like we was with a whore and ya just put the money on the table on yer way out. Wasn't like we was courtin' or married or somethin', neither, and just pulled up the covers and blew out the light.

Buck finally broke the silence, and in his best Chris Larabee voice, said, "So, you think we got this outta our systems?"

"I reckon," I answered, tryin' not to laugh too hard. He's gotta work on the glare, some.

He got up then and brought over the pitcher and basin of water. I took the wash cloth he gave me and cleaned up a bit before gettin' my clothes back on. Weren't a whole lot else to say, I guessed. Except, of course, that question that'd been naggin' at me since we were at the jail.

"Buck?" I asked, gettin' his attention. "How'd Chris know?"

He stopped what he was doin' then, and sat down on the bed, real heavy like. I was instantly worried that maybe I'd said somethin' wrong, brought up somethin' I shouldn't have. But he answered me.

FOURTEEN

I knew the question was in his head. I just didn't know if he'd ask. But he did. And I didn't mind answerin'. Maybe it'll help clear things up between Chris and me.

"Well, Vin," I said. "I think it's pretty obvious that you ain't the first man I kissed."

"You mean, you and Chris…?" he asked, kinda unsure, like maybe he really didn't want the answer.

"Nope, never kissed Chris," I answered, seein' the relief in his eyes. "Not that I ain't never wanted to," I added, with a wink. "But a few years back, near Mexico, I kissed a man, just like I kissed you out behind the saloon."

I saw his eyes kinda glaze over then, rememberin' that kiss. I smiled before I went on.

"We were drunk, playin' cards. I was gettin' propositioned by a couple of pretty senoritas. One of the Mexicalis we were gamblin' with was gettin' pretty upset that I was gettin' all the pretty girls, was sayin' that it was a conspiracy or somethin'," I remembered, shakin' my head at the absurdity of it. "Then Chris bet the guy that I could seduce anything on two legs."

Vin looked at me, then, eyes wide open. Mouth too. Who knew Chris was such a bettin' man? That was a long time ago, though. Before…

"So of course, the guy said I couldn't do it to him," I continued. "And of course, bein' who I am, I couldn't back away from the challenge. So I kissed him," I finished, shruggin' my shoulders.

"And he lost the bet," Vin said, and I nodded my head, smilin'.

I didn't tell Vin the rest of the story. Didn't think I needed to. But that brought back a lot of memories.

Chris, well he couldn't believe it. I don't think he ever saw two men kissin' before and I think it kinda riled him. Even more so when that fella started tryin' to drag me upstairs to his room and I was willin' to go. Hell, I was drunk enough that I didn't care who I fucked. But Chris, he took offense. Dragged me away at gunpoint. That Mexicali, well, he followed us to the border. I was wantin' to go with him, "get it out of our systems," so to speak, but lookin' at Chris – well, I couldn't.

Me and Chris didn't speak for a whole week.

By the time I was done rememberin', Vin had his guns back on and was reachin' for his hat. I knew he wasn't quite sure what to do or say, I wasn't either. But finally, I said, "Door's always open, pard'," and gave 'im a smile and a wink.

He smiled then, and I knew he'd be considerin' my offer. We'll see.

FIFTEEN

I brought the bottle of whiskey to the back table – the one I usually sit at. I kept thinking of what Buck and Vin were doing. I guess it upset me. All those years ago, finding out what Buck was capable of – what he'd done or was willing to do. I wanted to blame Mexico on him being drunk. On all of us being drunk. But that stupid bet was all mine.

When you think you know someone like a brother, then find out that he's willing to do something…well…unnatural, it kind of shatters your image of him. Over the years I'd been able to put that incident behind me, not quite forgetting it, but getting over it. And with all the women I'd seen Buck with since then, well, I started believing it was the liquor again. Hell, we'd even been able to joke about it on occasion. If we were near Mexico or met up with a Mexicali, Buck would just look at me and give me a wink or something.

But now, with Vin – hell, neither one of them were drunk. And the thought that Vin, of all people, would want to do that…that I heard him begging for it… I took a couple of big gulps of the whiskey. Didn't even bother with the glass.

How the hell did Buck do it? How could he get a man like Vin – someone I can talk with and know everything about – or so I thought – to let him fuck him?

"It's in his kiss," Vin said.

I looked up then, and the man in question was standing next to me, asking me, with a nod of his head, if he could sit down. I nodded back and he sat down, straddling the chair backwards. I offered him the bottle of whiskey and he took it, taking a couple of good-sized gulps himself.

"Can't explain it, Chris," he'd said after he gave me back the whiskey. "Can't say I'll do it again. Can't say I won't," he went on. "It's just one of those little mysteries in life, I reckon," he added. "Don't mean we're any different than we were yesterday."

I knew he was trying to make that sound reasonable, accept it as truth, himself.

He was right, though, and I let him know it.

SIXTEEN

So there I was, right back in the saloon where it started. Wasn't sure if I was gonna be able to face Chris, with him knowin' what me and Buck did and all. But hell, if I could do what I did with Buck, then sittin' at a table drinkin' whiskey with the man that told us to do it shouldn't be all that hard.

I took a couple of swigs of that whiskey he had, hopin' to gain some courage. I knew I needed to explain things to him. He had a look on him – like he was confused, mad and happy all rolled into one. Maybe tryin' to explain things to him would help explain things to myself.

But the right words didn't come. Basically just shrugged my shoulders at him and told him that I couldn't explain it. Next thing I knew I was tellin' him that I might just do it again! He just kinda looked at me, and I had to say that it didn't mean we were any different than yesterday. That we were still the same men that would watch his back.

I guess I was soundin' kinda flustered, 'cause he said, "I know, Vin," and shoved the bottle back at me.

That was when Buck joined us. He just plopped himself down in a chair like he would any other day and called Inez over to order a beer, flirtin' with her as usual.

"So I take it you boys got it outta your systems?" Chris asked, lookin' at us, givin' Buck that glare of his.

I nodded my head, but then had to keep from laughin' when Buck answered, "For today," 'cause I was thinkin' the same thing.

"Or until the next time Buck gives you one of his kisses," Chris whispered, takin' another swig of whiskey.

SEVENTEEN - Epilogue

He leaned in and kissed me, and when his lips touched mine… well, it was pure fire! I felt that heat course through my body, melting me to the floor. I reached for him and grabbed him close, hoping we could melt our bodies together forever.

I never wanted a man so bad in my life. I wanted him to take me right there on the spot. I would have told him, too, but then I would have had to stop kissing him and I wasn't ready to do that yet.

I felt his arms tighten around me - he was holding me up then - as all the strength had left me. I opened my eyes and looked into his, hoping I could convey the utter desire and need I had for him at that moment with just a look. I wanted my eyes to say, "Take me. Take me now!" And when he backed me up and laid me down onto the bed, I knew that they had.

Finally breaking the kiss, I gasped out, "Buck taught you how to kiss like that, didn't he?"

"Yes ma'am, Miss Madeline, he did," Vin replied.

Damn!

THE END