Chris was scrubbing Vin’s lean, muscled back down and up with a soapy loofah. The two men had been in the shower nearly ten minutes and had finally gotten down to the business of washing up. Down and up, up and down : these were the directions the entire shower had taken so far. First Vin’s erection would need seeing to, then Chris’s. This business of showering was quite the aerobic activity for the two. It required thighs of sinewed steel to remain standing while getting your brains fucked out instead of sinking in a heap to the shower stall floor. Fortunately for him, Vin Tanner’s thighs were up to the task demanded of him, as was his ass. Yes, that ass was up, right up against Chris Larabee’s sex which at the moment was nestled in the cleft of Vin’s ass. Chris had come to think of Vin’s lovely, tight ass as his dick’s “home away from home.” And as Chris well knew, there’s no place like home. Chris was now washing Vin’s chest, his arms encircling him in a tight embrace. He put the loofah back on the shelf behind him and was now using his hands to soap Vin up. Vin leaned back against Chris with a low groan.Chris was running his fingers over Vin’s slick, dripping chest stopping to tweak his nipples along the way, causing them to harden considerably. Another moan escaped Vin’s soft, full lips.
Chris whispered seductively in Vin’s ear, “Are you ready to get out?” Vin nodded, turned off the faucet and faced Chris. He ran his hands through his shoulder-length hair squeezing the water from the curling locks. He kissed Chris quickly and stepped out of the shower. “Hey, cowboy, you didn’t get a chance to wash up.”
“I wasn’t dirty to begin with and neither were you, remember? Shower was just an excuse to get you naked and wet, pard,” Chris said.
Vin grinned and blushed. “Well, let me at least towel you off.”
Chris grinned at the offer but didn’t blush. Chris Larabee never blushed.
The two men slowly rubbed soft, thick white towels over one another.
Chris mentally inventoried Vin’s numerous scars as he ran the towel over his long, lean torso. Never had he seen one man with the damaged aftermath of so many injuries. His chest, shoulders, legs, and back resembled a highway map of faded pink lines. Chris knew some of the scars were old ones, reminders of Vin’s hard years surviving on his own as a kid in tough neighborhoods. And some came from his years with the Rangers. A few resulted from Vin’s bounty hunting days and the rest were received in the line of duty as an agent for the ATF. There was one, though, that was on the side of Vin’s chest, just under his left pec. It wasn’t particularly deep and not that long but it was brighter than the others, and looked newer than the rest.
How did I miss that one? Chris thought he had every inch of his lover’s body cataloged and committed to memory. He stopped drying Vin and asked Vin to do the same.
“Hold up there, pard. Got a question.” Chris pointed to the pink line. “That one. Don’t remember it before. Care to enlighten me?”
Vin glanced down. “Ah, that little thing, nothin’ much to tell. Boring really. Hey, Chris, how ‘bout those Broncos?,” Vin asked in a feeble attempt to change the subject.
Chris smiled to himself. Bingo! Before he was casually interested, now he was determined to get the truth about the injury from Vin.
“Vin, Vin, Vin, it’s May. Football season—over. You should have said something like ‘hey, Chris, did you catch the NBA playoffs last night?’ You see why you don’t go undercover much? Gotta think faster on your feet, kid,” Chris teased.
Chris traced a finger over the puckered ridge lightly, his other hand resting on the opposite nipple, rubbing the nubbin up and down with his thumb. Vin was beginning to crack under the pressure.
“Okay, okay, I’ll talk,” he rasped, his breath becoming noticeably shorter with every stroke from Chris’s finger.
“Remember last month, I had that fever?” Vin began. It wasn’t just scars Vin had a predilection for. “You were still in Boulder on that Supervisor’s whadayacallit convention. Well, the pills I was supposed to take were in one of those childproof bottles. And I knew I had to take them, I mean I felt so lousy I wanted to take them.” Chris raised his eyebrows—Vin must really have been sick to want to take the pills. “So, I’m twisting the cap and pressing down and turning it, like the directions on the top of the bottle say, and Chris, I swear, I could not get the top off that container. I was cursing that bottle and the pharmacist who put the pills in that fuckin’ childproof contraption and I really lost it. Must have been the fever gettin’ to me. So, I’m twisting and cursing and frustrated as hell and I go into the kitchen and get a little knife and I’m just so mad that I take the knife and start trying to hack off the plastic top. It still won’t come off, Chris, and I can’t get a good grip on it so I’m holdin’it in my left hand and brace it against my chest and I’m tryin’ to saw off the top of the bottle with the knife in my right hand and then the cap finally popped off but then the knife slid across the fuckin’ goddamn bottle and I knifed myself. Right here. So now I’m bleedin’ and the pills are spilled all over the kitchen floor and I’m so mad that, good thing you weren’t here, Chris, I smashed the pill bottle with my bare foot.” Vin had the decency to look a little ashamed at this last admission.
“Let me guess, Vin, you cut your foot on the broken plastic.” Chris just stared, shaking his head ever so slightly.
“Yup, you wouldn’t never have seen the scar on the bottom of my foot, Chris, if I wasn’t tellin’ you all this but it’s there, all right. Anyways, now I have to drive to the emergency room ‘cause I can’t get my chest to stop bleeding and now my foot is bleeding. Aw fuck, it was a lousy night, Chris.” Vin looked all done in from his confession. He hung up their towels, and walked naked down the hall into the bedroom, Chris following.
“Let me get this straight. Let me just picture the scene in my head, Vin. You’re how old, 26, 27? You’ve been on your own since you’re five. You’ve survived every conceivable punishment a body can endure. You are the coolest, calmest, most even-tempered man I know. You are what we call stoic, Vin. You’re fucking stoic and you let a childproof cap get you. The bullets, knives, fights, chest tubes—they never made you lose it like you lost it over that childproof cap. And when were you going to tell me about all this? God, you could have killed yourself for crying out loud!” Chris sat on the edge of the bed, his arms folded over his chest looking up at Vin. His green eyes flashed equal amounts of anger and concern.
“Yeah, I know,” Vin said softly. “I think I was delirious,” Vin said in his defense. “And you weren’t here,” Vin whispered down at Chris with the best blue-eyed kicked puppy look he could manage, caught off-guard as he was by Chris’s discovery. Vin wasn’t above playing dirty when forced and it looked for a moment like he hit a bullseye. Bingo! he thought as he saw the patented Larabee visage of guilt spread over Chris’s features.
“Oh, no you don’t, Vin. Uh-uh. Nope, not falling for it. You are not laying this on me,” Chris said as he reclined on the bed. He patted the empty space next to him. “C’mere you warrior. Good thing I love you so much, pard, trying to make me feel guilty and keeping secrets and all. What am I going to do with you?” Chris smiled.
Vin jumped on the bed and rolled over on top of his lover. “Teach me a lesson?” Vin whispered. They were head to head and toe to toe. They rubbed up against each other as Vin smothered Chris’s mouth with a deep kiss. Their tongues imitated the thrusting motion of their hardening cocks.
Chris pushed Vin off him and climbed on top of him, pinning him to the bed. Chris began kissing his way down Vin gently sighing into his chest, licking and tugging at his oval nipples. Vin ran his fingers through Chris’s damp hair gently pushing his head lower until Chris took Vin in his mouth. He massaged his cock with his firm, rounded lips, laving the glans with broad strokes of his tongue. Vin began to buck his hips up, thrusting in and out of Chris’s mouth. Chris felt his own excitement rise with Vin’s. “Almost there,” Vin gasped out, his cock pulsing and throbbing with each forceful suck. Vin yelled out and Chris took his pulsing gush into his throat. Spent, Vin regained his breath slowly, pulling Chris up to lay beside him.
“That’s two I owe you, cowboy,” Vin said. They lay in each other’s arms, content.
Chris leaned over and lightly ran his tongue over the ragged pink line on Vin’s chest, the newest addition to the testament of Vin’s courage and bravery : the battle of the childproof cap.
“Seems I’ll be taking you with me next time a ‘whadayacallit convention’ comes up, pard. We don’t want a sequel to the ‘Vin Tanner—Home Alone’ story, don’t think either of us could survive it,” Chris grinned.
“Guess I learned my lesson, huh cowboy?” Vin laughed, arching his back and stretching out on the bed. He closed his eyes and settled into Chris’s chest.
“That you did, Vin, that you did.”
THE END
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