ATF Universe
"Whatcha up to Vin?" Chris Larabee asked, as he made his way into the kitchen of the home he shared with Vin Tanner."Makin' cookies," Vin replied.
"What kind of cookies?"
"Well, you know Suzy from the third floor?" Vin asked.
Chris nodded in reply.
"I finally got her recipe for those oatmeal raisin cookies."
"You mean the ones she makes for the bake sales?" Chris asked eagerly.
Vin smiled knowingly, blue eyes sparkling. "Yep, those cookies. Know how much you like 'em, and I wanted to surprise ya."
"Mind if I watch?" Chris asked, mouth suddenly watering. Not sure if it was from the thought of the freshly baked cookies, or from the sight of his young lover, he raked his eyes over Vin's tight buttocks, clad in a snug pair of faded blue jeans. Drawing his eyes upward, his eyes lit on the smooth, tanned skin exposed at the neck of Vin's red cotton shirt, then down the arms, to stare at the leanly muscled forearms peeking out from beneath the rolled up sleeves. A splotch of flour rested on one of Vin's high cheekbones, giving his lover an even more youthful appearance. Chris didn't know which was going to taste better, Vin or the batch of oatmeal cookies. But he had a feeling he'd be finding out the answer in a very short time.
Gently wiping away the smudge of flour from Vin's cheek, Chris's was surprised at how his heartbeat quickened from even the slight contact with the younger man. Fighting the urge to rip off Vin's clothing, throw him against the heavy oak kitchen table and have his way with him, Chris took a steadying breath instead, clamping down on his urges.
"Mind if I help?" Chris asked hoarsely, desire for the younger man filling his veins, despite his best attempts at regaining his control.
"Yeah, you can help me get 'em on the cookie sheets soon as I mix this batter up," Vin replied innocently, unaware of the effect he was having on Chris. He went to the refrigerator and leaned over to pull out the butter, giving the older man an eyeful of his pert behind. Chris silently stepped closer to Vin, closing his eyes as the scent of his lover surrounded him.
Vin dropped one of the sticks of butter on the floor and bent over to retrieve it, not realizing how close Chris was to him now. He accidentally brushed his buttocks against Chris's heated groin as he picked up the butter from the floor. The older man groaned inwardly, feeling his shaft springing to life, pushing upwards against the black jeans holding it in check.
Vin smiled shyly at Chris as he walked past him. He'd felt the older man's erection, and was more than ready for a hot and heavy lovemaking session. He decided to play with his lover a little bit.
"Just gotta mix up a couple more things," Vin told Chris. "Butter's gotta be soft, so it'll mix into the dough easier."
"No, not soft, Vin. Hard. I like it hard," Chris blurted out, mesmerized as he watched the younger man.
"No Chris, it needs to be soft," Vin said, giving his lover a seemingly guileless, wide eyed stare, making Chris believe he'd missed his innuendo.
Chris let it pass as he continued to watch Vin work, giving off a surprised gasp as Vin began to knead the dough with his hands.
"It's real stiff dough Chris, Suzy said you've gotta work it with your hands," Vin explained, as he plunged his hands into the dough again, moving it in and out rapidly between his long, slender fingers. He moved his whole body as he worked the dough, slowly rotated his hips in a tantalizing rhythm.
"Oh yeah, it's real stiff all right Vin," Chris forced out of his tight throat as he nearly leapt at the younger man, working open the top button on his jeans, then yanking down the zipper.
"Chris!" Vin cried out, as the older man devoured his soft member, licking and sucking it to hardness.
"Told ya I liked it hard, not soft," Chris said huskily, then drew Vin back into his mouth again, hungrily.
"The butter, I meant the butter," Vin whispered, smiling to himself as he thrust his hips toward Chris's face. Chris licked at the spongy head of Vin's cock, until Vin began to whimper, begging the older man to take him more of him. Giving the swollen head a few more flicks from his tongue, he slid his mouth down lower, taking Vin deep and hard into his mouth, moving his mouth over the stiffened shaft faster and faster.
"Oh....oh....God.....more, more.........please...." Vin cried out, then a minute later, Vin began to climax, pouring his seed into Chris's mouth with a low growl of satisfaction. "Chris, that.....was better than any oatmeal cookie.....that's for damn sure," Vin panted out.
"Glad you liked it pard," Chris said with a wicked smile. "But I'll bet those cookies are gonna be pretty tasty, too." He stood up and reached for Vin's hand, where it rested in the bowl of dough. "Matter of fact, I want to taste this cookie dough you've been working so hard on," he said, sucking Vin's fingers into his mouth, one at the time, licking off the dough, dipping his tongue in between the digits to capture every last trace. "Mmm, it's real good Vin," Chris said, licking his lips lustily. "You wanna try it?" he asked coyly. "Yeah," Vin said hoarsely, and Chris pulled him close, kissing him deeply. Vin's tongue eagerly searched out Chris's, relishing the taste of his lover, himself and the cookie dough, as it melded together in their mouths.
"Mighty tasty cowboy," Vin said as he broke the kiss. "I want some more," he whispered huskily, eyes bright with lust. He wasn't through with teasing Chris, just yet. "Matter of fact, I want a lot more," he said, quickly unbuttoning Chris's shirt with one dough covered and one clean hand.
Chris smiled as he saw the small trail of cookie dough Vin left on his shirt, very willing to sacrifice the shirt for the cause. He leaned in closer to Vin, chest heaving as the younger man latched onto first one nipple, then the other, twirling his tongue around them, covering them with eager kisses.
"I'll give you all you want, cowboy, right now," Chris teased back, green eyes glowing. He opened his jeans with slow, deliberate movements and pushed Vin back against the countertop, reaching around to unbutton the younger man's shirt. Skimming light fingers over Vin's chest, he zeroed in on the small brown buds, tweaking them until they stood hard and firm. Reaching down lower, he began to fondle Vin's erection, making both of them hot and ready for more. He grabbed for the butter, breaking off a big chunk and began to roll it over Vin's once again stiffened member.
"You want some more?" Chris whispered throatily in Vin's ear as he leaned over the younger man.
"Yeah, but I wanna play some, too," Vin replied, grinding his buttocks back against Chris rock hard cock.
He stuck his hand back in the cookie dough, then turned around and slid to his knees, quickly coating Chris's shaft with the mixture.
"Mmmm," Vin moaned through his mouth full of Chris and the cookie dough.
Chris groaned and began to run his fingers through Vin's hair, wordlessly encouraging the younger man to take more of him inside his hot, eager mouth.
Vin covered every inch of Chris's cock with long, loving licks, removing every trace of the batter. He looked up at Chris, blue eyes burning with desire.
"Cookie dough's all gone. Now what am I supposed to do?" he teased in a voice husky with lust.
"This," Chris stated flatly, guiding Vin's mouth back onto his burning cock, gently pushing Vin's head down lower until all of him rested in Vin's mouth.
"What about this?" Vin questioned as he pulled his mouth away from Chris's organ and lapped at the full, throbbing balls hanging beneath.
"Vin!" Chris cried out, sharply sucking in a deep breath as the younger man engulfed the entire sac in his mouth, gently suckling the tender tissue.
Just as quickly, Vin released them, turning his attentions back to Chris's iron hard cock. "Is this what you want, cowboy?" he drawled hoarsely, swallowing his lover's entire penis, then allowing Chris to thrust into his mouth.
"Vin, gonna cum.........oh.....yes.....yes!" Chris yelled, and with a final push he shot his sperm deep into the soft, waiting mouth. Vin swallowed the huge load of liquid hungrily, licking his lips when he finished.
He rose to his feet, grinning as Chris's knees buckled slightly.
"You wanna sit down, Chris? Need to rest up a bit?"
"Not on your life, Tanner," he hissed with mock anger. "We're not finished in here yet."
"We ain't?" Vin replied, giving Chris the wide-eyed innocent look once again. With a soft chuckle, he remembered how well it had worked a few minutes ago.
"Not by a long shot," Chris promised, pushing Vin against the counter, rubbing his groin against the younger man's buttocks. Vin was amazed to feel Chris hardening again.
"Damn cowboy," Vin whistled with surprise as Chris continued to stiffen.
Chris grabbed for the butter again, reapplying the substance onto Vin's cock, using a gentle hand to slowly massage it into the shaft and balls of his lover. Soon Vin was pushing back against Chris, eager to feel the older man inside him.
Chris carefully inserted a buttery finger into Vin, pulling it in and out, smoothly and slowly.
"Chris, give me more, please," Vin panted out, wriggling and twisting his body, trying to pull the finger even deeper inside him.
Adding a second, then third finger, Chris kept up the slow, teasing motion until Vin was moaning incoherently as he frantically thrust himself onto Chris's fingers.
"Please Chris, now....take me now," Vin begged.
"I'm not sure you're ready," Chris cooed in his ear, as he deliberately slowed his movements. He knew Vin had been teasing him earlier, and he wanted to return the favor, plus give his lover an earth-shattering orgasm in the process.
"Nooooooo, I'm ready, Chris........yes, oh......don't....stop......ahhhh," Vin alternated between moaning and pleading as Chris continued to work his fingers into the tight passage, and moved his other hand to stroke Vin's pulsing cock. Chris dipped his hand lower, cupping Vin's balls, then rolling them between his fingers. The younger man jumped and began to thrust in earnest, and Chris knew Vin was close to his orgasm. It was time to stop teasing. He wanted to be inside his lover when they both came, and Vin wouldn't hold out much longer. Neither could he.
Chris pulled both hands away from Vin, smiling at the slight whimper of protest from his lover. He quickly slicked up his cock with more of the butter, and eased himself inside the slender body.
"Chrisssssss, yes....." Vin sighed as Chris drove himself further inside with a steady, rocking motion.
"Feels so good Vin," Chris whispered in his lover's ear as he sheathed himself completely into Vin.
"Chris, please.....move....." Vin moaned, reaching around to grasp at his lover's buttocks, pulling them toward him, impaling himself even deeper on Chris's huge erection. Both men gasped at the sensation.
Chris withdrew slightly, then pushed back in slowly, giving a low moan as Vin's body unconsciously squeezed the sensitive head, then the rest of his cock with each thrust. He'd wanted to take things slow, but he soon found himself slamming into Vin, plunging harder and faster with each thrust.
"Yes, Chris...more......give it to me!" Vin cried out, bending over and leaning back into Chris, trying to open himself up even further to his lover.
"Vin......I can't hold out...much...longer," Chris gasped. He reached forward, encircling Vin's slick, engorged member. As Vin began to thrust frantically into the hand, Chris pumped it hard, in rhythm with his own movements, in and out of the tight passage. Vin's cock began to jump and twitch in the older man's hand, and Chris tightened his grip, causing Vin to cry out and begin to spurt. As his semen flowed, his body clenched around Chris's throbbing cock, and with one final push, Chris climaxed inside of Vin, filling the younger man's body with his hot juices.
Chris hugged Vin even tighter to him, and the two of them staggered for the couch in the family room, reaching it a split second before both their knees collapsed.
"Vin, I think we need to make cookies like that a lot more often," Chris panted out, giving his lover a quick kiss and a smile.
Too winded for words, Vin could only smile back tiredly.
Within minutes, both men were sound asleep, exhausted from their activities.
THE END
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