ATF Universe
Disclaimer - God, I wish I owned these guys, but I don't <sigh>Thanks to Mog for the universe and Jude for the beta.
June 3, 2000
"Great!" Chris slammed the hood of his car down. He and his vehicle were going nowhere. Searching to the left and right of the long stretch of roadway, he was not surprised to see no rescue in sight. "That'd be right," he sighed as he let his body fall back against the car, running his fingers through his sweat dampened hair.Reaching into the front seat, the stranded agent retrieved a bottle of water as he used the back of his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The hot Denver sun was being merciless and Chris was sure it was doing on purpose. Unscrewing the lid and taking a gulp of water, he closed it and tossed it back through the open window.
"Where the Hell are you?" Chris demanded of the empty highway.
Right behind ya Chris.
"Yeah, on that damn death trap," Chris answered the memory. He could never see what Vin found so enthralling about motorcycles. Vin would chatter on for hours if Chris would let him about the freedom, the wind in his hair and the open road. Chris saw Vin's obsession as more like, an easyrider complex.
Checking his watch, he felt a creeping concern making its way into his heart. They had gone to pick up Vin's new Harley. Chris had wanted to bring back on a trailer, but Vin vetoed that idea, said he needed to run it in and see what she could do.
"Damn death tr---"
The sound was distant, but heaven to his ears as the unmistakable sound of the motorcycle engine thundered closer. Expelling a held breath, Chris closed the window and began to lock the car as he waited for his rescuer on two wheels.
The powerful machine roared toward him and died down to a dull rev as Vin pulled over beside him.
"Trouble Cowboy?" Vin asked, biting his lip to stop himself from laughing. He and Chris had argued about the bike before they left and the sharpshooter couldn't help being slightly self satisfied at Chris's predicament.
"Stop looking so smug," Chris lightly snapped.
"Smug? Who me?" Vin feigned hurt as he struggled to suppress a chuckle. Leaning forward on the bike, Vin looked past his lover and boss to the still vehicle behind him. "So, it's broken?"
"It's not broken," Chris shot a stinging look at his subtly pleased lover. "It's--"
"Restin'?" Vin's battle was lost and he leaned back on the pulsing bike, his laughter filling the air.
He didn't like being the butt of Vin's amusement, but as he watched his lover's blue eyes sparkle, his smile lighting up his face, his stranding didn't seem that important anymore.
"Glad you're finding my situation humorous, pard."
"Sorry," Vin apologized as he got his gales of laughter to die down to a snigger, "Did ya call for a tow?" he asked.
Reaching into his pocket, Chris pulled out his mobile phone and waved it about. "No service," he explained.
"Oh," Vin raised his eyebrows with a grin, "I suppose I could ride ahead and call from the next town," he pondered, "After all, I can't be expectin' ya to ride on my 'death trap'," he said patting the tank of the bike.
Rolling his eyes, Chris sighed as he shifted on his feet, "Okay, what do you want?"
Vin slipped forward as he reached behind, patting the seat, "I want ya to get yer ass on here so we can get out of this sun. Then we'll rescue yer damn car and ya can buy me the first of the many beers that ya owe me."
Looking at the machine between Vin's legs, Chris shook his head as he swung his leg over and mounted the bike. Wrapping his arms around his young lover's waist, Chris nestled himself close, enjoying the feel and smell of Vin's body
"Oh, and Chris, yer gonna have to wash my bike for a month. Hold on!" He called back as he gunned the throttle.
The hot wind whipped past as Chris moved his hands up to Vin's chest. Feeling firm muscles through the sweat-dampened shirt, he felt his lover's breathing quicken. Leaning back slightly, the blonde man took in the view of rider. Faded denim, stretched tightly over the compressed buttocks, giving Chris ideas that weren't exactly cautious.
Reaching around, Chris freed Vin's shirt, letting his hand roam up the sweat-coated skin, to tweak and twist the quickly hardening nipples. Letting his hands slide downward, Chris pressed his hand to his lover's crotch, closing his fingers around the material that was stretched by the swelling erection that was struggling to be set free. Checking to make sure the road was still empty of traffic, Chris, with adept skill undid the button and zipper of Vin's jeans and liberated the hardened member.
Oh Hell Vin felt Chris's hand moving around his body and he struggled to keep his attention on the road. He wondered if he should pull over and stop, but as he slowed down, a nudge in his back urged him to continue. Damn, if he had known what riding a bike did for his lover, he would have forced him at gunpoint to take a ride months ago. Digging his fingers into the handlebars, Vin savored his lover's touch, while wishing he could do some touching of his own.
Chris, ignored his own growing hardness to satisfy his need to bring Vin off. He began to pump the hot sweaty skin, squeezing and sliding.
Hoping he wouldn't have to explain why he had his cock hanging out of his pants, should he and Chris have an accident, Vin leaned back into his lover as he felt Chris bringing him to edge. "Oh, God Chrisssss." His lover never heard Vin's moans of pleasure as the wind carried them away.
Chris felt the top of Vin's body arch as his pelvis thrust into his hand, his lover's body convulsing against him as Vin's juices erupted.
Chris was thankful that Vin was such a good rider as his lover had managed to keep the bike on a reasonable level course through the whole enjoyable episode.
Tucking his lover's sated member back into his jeans, Chris decided that Vin buying the new bike hadn't been such a bad idea after all.
THE END
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