Chris looked at Vin, who was sprawled on his belly - limbs spread carelessly and his hand tucked under his cheek. His hair was in wild disarray over the pillows--a soft flush on his cheeks. The man looked like an angel--sweet and innocent and beautiful. Larabee snorted: More like a fallen angel, if one knew how he'd come to be in my bed, stark naked and smelling of musk and sex. Desire rose again in Chris; he wanted to possess him again--to know that the first time hadn't been just his imagination or a dream. He touched the warm skin. Yeah, just as soft as I imagined. Lean and firm muscles on a slender frame. He ran his hand down his back to the firm rounds of his smooth butt. Chris traced the velvety cheeks gently--watching the muscles twitch slightly--he wanted him again...now.
Chris continued to stroke Vin until the other man showed signs of waking. Vin gazed blearily at Chris until he managed to figure out what the hell was going on...then a slow smile brightened his face and he shifted closer to Chris.
"Hey, Cowboy. Didn't think you was real for a minute." His normal rasp was even more evident in his sleepy state.
"I'm 'bout as real as they get, Vin." He leaned forward to kiss Vin's relaxed mouth. Vin moaned and moved closer, so they could snuggle a bit. Though Chris was already aroused and anxious to make love to Vin again, he bided his time and enjoyed the mutual exploration going on. They had been so frantic earlier; there had been no time to really see what the other man looked like. Their questing hands and mouths became more urgent and Vin's shaft was becoming as hard as Chris' cock. The gunfighter began to tickle him a bit, while sucking on his nipples, causing Vin to start wriggling and protesting and trying to crawl away from his tormentor. Chris trapped him and then continued to pet him - stroking that very soft, smooth skin, especially over his round butt. Vin's little hole was still red and swollen, so Chris rubbed some oil into it. Vin cried out--protesting that he couldn't right now. Chris soothed him, saying he didn't want him that way, 'cause he didn't want to hurt him. "Though I wouldn't mind that soft mouth of yours on me." He kissed Vin deeply first, enjoying the warm, moist feel of him.
Vin pulled back eventually--though Chris didn't totally suck the air out of him, like Buck had--he was so passionate that Vin almost felt overwhelmed. He kissed the hard nubs on Chris' chest, enjoying his new-found ability to make the man writhe and moan with just a touch or kiss. He moved on down the lean, muscled chest - leaving a moist trail down to the gunfighter's belly button. Vin stuck his tongue into the indentation and was rewarded when Chris suddenly jerked back.
"Jeez, Vin, where'd you learn to do that?" Chris was starting to wonder just how experienced Vin really was, but didn't really want to ask the question and get an answer he didn't like.
Vin just gave him a noncommittal grunt and continued on his journey of discovery. When the damp warmth reached his groin, Chris felt a surge of anticipation. Is Vin actually going to suck it? He felt Vin's cool hand grasp him hesitantly, and begin to slide up and down slowly, squeezing gently every so often, but with no discernible rhythm. Chris was going wild trying to anticipate his movements. Then a wet tongue delicately licked the head of his cock and he forgot all about rhythm.
"Damn, Vin! That feels so good." He fought the urge to grab Vin's head and thrust into his mouth. Vin tentatively opened his mouth and attempted to suck the huge shaft into it. He was trying to remember what Buck had taught him when he was performing this trick on Ezra. Chris' moaning and words of encouragement were helping and he eventually managed to swallow a good length without choking himself. He pulled it back out, sucking on it as he withdrew. Vin glanced up at Chris for a moment, just to see how he was reacting. The older man was watching him with hunger in his dark green eyes.
"Please Vin...don't stop now...feels so good." He gave the tracker an encouraging smile. Vin nodded and returned to his ministrations. As Vin continued sucking and stroking him, Chris began to wonder just how experienced his lover was. When warm hands began to hesitantly caress Chris'balls, he forgot about experience and decided to just enjoy what was happening right now. Chris couldn't control the urge to thrust into that mouth, though he managed to be careful and not injure Vin. Vin pulled back a little instinctively, but then he realised that he was all right, and he swallowed Chris more deeply.
Chris was amazed at Vin's willingness to try different things. He moaned harshly when he felt Vin cup and fondle his tight balls and swirl his tongue around his cock. God, but that feels so good. Wonder where he learned to do this? Not that I really want to know. "Ah, damn Vin! I gotta move." Vin had released Chris'aching cock and transferred his hot mouth to his lover's swollen balls. He mouthed them - licking and sucking lightly and finally drawing both inside. Chris shuddered and let out a broken groan. Vin continued to suck on them for a couple minutes - until Chris was moaning in earnest, then went back to teasing the swollen cock. "Please Vin...I'm so close...help me." And being the good friend that he was, Vin helped him, or increased his torment. He sucked in the shaft as far as he could and grasped the base of it in one hand, while the other held down Chris' thrusting hips. Vin wasn't sure enough of either of them to trust Chris not to choke him.
Chris started to lunge faster, shoving his engorged shaft in as far as he could. The sucking and tonguing vibrations were driving him toward completion and he could feel his whole body tightening as his climax approached. He wound his hands in Vin's hair - trying to force him even closer - to swallow him deeper. Vin was hanging in there - still holding Chris down - while keeping his hand and mouth busy. He could feel the trembling start through his contact with his lover and dragged his teeth carefully up and down the throbbing cock. The increased sensation was all it took to push Chris over the edge.
"Ah, God! Vin! I'm...." And Vin was suddenly swallowing madly to keep from drowning, as Chris exploded in his mouth. He had to pull back finally and nearly yanked out a couple of handfuls of hair.
"Ouch! Damn, but that hurts." He complained, rubbing the abused areas, as Chris collapsed bonelessly on the bed and released Vin's hair. For a few moments, all Vin could hear was his lover gasping for air. The tracker lay down beside him to caress Chris' chest and belly - waiting for him to recover. Finally Chris' breathing calmed and he looked over at Vin. "Don't know where you learned that from Vin, and I don't care. Just real happy ya did." He pulled his pleased lover tight for a kiss.
They kissed passionately for long minutes, each learning his lover's taste and feel. Gradually Chris started to explore Vin's face, enjoying the unusual texture of whiskers tickling his lips. Vin's neck and throat were next to enjoy the sensation of warm kisses and a damp tongue tasting their way down to his chest. Here the gunfighter stopped to check out the hard nubs. Remembering how much pleasure his own nipples brought him, Chris pinched them and felt Vin jerk against him. He chuckled and kissed each one gently in apology.
Chris kissed his way down Vin's flat belly, and stopped to lick and suck noisily at his taut skin. He could feel the muscles fluttering and jumping as he teased them. Vin moaned in contentment and urged Chris to continue. His lover obliged him finally and continued on his southerly track. Chris halted when he came face to face with Vin's weeping shaft. While he hadn't had any problems accepting Vin sucking him, Chris wasn't sure whether he could actually bring himself to return the favour. But this is Vin. This is different somehow. Hell, he certainly gave me pleasure, and I sure as hell don't want to insult him. 'Sides, it can't be all that bad. He looked back at Vin who was watching him.
"Don't gotta do it if'n you don't wanna, Cowboy. Hand job be just fine. But ya gotta do something 'cause I'm hurting here."
Chris looked at him, "No, I wanna do this Vin. Just trying to get used to the idea, is all." He shifted up to kiss Vin on the mouth first and then bent back to run his tongue all up the underside of the swollen cock. Vin jerked and gasped.
"Like that cowboy?" Chris whispered and licked it again, just to watch the look of shock on Vin's face. That look turned to amazement and Vin's hips jerked spasmodically. Chris immediately pulled back, gagging a bit.
"Aw hell! S...sorry, Chris. Didn't mean to..."
Chris got his reflex under control and waved off Vin's concern. "It's ok, just wasn't ready for that. Guess that feels good?" Chris had a knowing smirk that Vin wanted to knock off his mug, but another swipe of that tongue along his shaft convinced him to wait on that idea. Chris would've given him a bigger grin, but his mouth was busy doing other very tantalising, distracting things. Now that Chris had accustomed himself to the idea of doing this with Vin, he was really getting into it and nibbled very carefully around the swollen head of the shaft. A strangled gasp let him know that Vin was still paying attention. To reward him, Chris opened his mouth and slowly took in the head and then the first couple of inches of the sizeable cock. Vin's gasp now became deep moans as Chris hesitantly began sucking.
Once Chris felt Vin's immediate reaction, he started to use his tongue to press along sensitive spots, while maintaining the suction. When he reached lower with his hand and gently fondled the full balls, he felt Vin's whole body start to tremble and knew that he was very close. Vin confirmed his thoughts.
"Chrisss! I'm gonna come..." And he did, choking Chris with the sudden fountain of milky substance that seemed to have no end. Finally, Vin gave a last shudder and fell back to the bed, totally drained and exhausted. He didn't even respond when Chris repositioned himself to lie beside him. Finally a blue eye cracked open and regarded Chris. "Damn, cowboy! Don't think I can stand much more of that." Vin whispered, as if all his energy was totally sapped from his body.
His lover gave him a self-satisfied smirk. "What's the matter Vin? Getting too old? Or not getting enough?" He ducked a half-hearted swat at his head and decided they needed a little cleaning up before going back to sleep. When he crawled from the bed, he pulled a grumbling Vin with him. "Hey, you were at least half responsible for the mess we're in, so c'mon and clean yourself up, then we can rest." Chris found a couple of rags and wet them in some clean water. After they were reasonably clean, they headed wearily back to bed.
"Don't suppose yer gonna stay wore out long, huh Cowboy?" Chris' only answer was a leer and a quick hug.+ + + + + + +
When they woke again it was morning. Chris couldn't believe he was aroused again, but he found his lover's backside pressed up against him and nudged his cock against it. Vin woke up as soon as he was touched, but once he figured out what was happening, he relaxed back into a half doze. Chris continued to thrust against him and got a little impatient when Vin didn't respond. He could tell that he was awake and had to feel that Chris wanted him, but he wasn't reacting how Chris wanted him to respond. Vin finally turned his head and pulled Chris into a deep kiss. But when the other man tried to caress him, Vin rolled away and up to all fours and started to crawl across the bed. Chris reached out to grab him by an ankle and pull him back.
"Chris, I'm hungry. Let go."
Chris smiled at him, "Well, I'm hungry too pard. C'mon back here and we'll both be happier."
"I ain't that kinda hungry. Just let me get some grub and we can play later." Vin could understand wanting his lover again, but he was really hungry. His belly was rumbling to prove that point to both men, but Chris wasn't listening. He tugged Vin's legs out from under him and continued to pull him back. Even though the feeling of the material against his groin and belly was arousing, Vin was adamant that Chris listen to him and, realise that he was serious. Chris pinned him down and tried to kiss him into surrender, but Vin managed to resist. At that Chris became a bit angry and let him go—after giving him a good smack on his butt.
"What the hell was that fer?" Vin wasn't too happy about that, but headed off not wanting to upset things at this point. They get cleaned up in silence, and headed out for breakfast. They went downstairs separately and met up in the small boarding house dining room.
The only other two up and about at this time were Josiah and JD. Ezra was never up at this time and Nathan was sleeping after a late night call-out, and Buck was likely keeping some lady warm. Nobody thought too much of Vin and Chris arriving together. Sometimes Vin slept indoors, sometimes outside and they usually arrived together or around the same time.
Josiah noticed a strange tension between the two men; they seemed to be alternately avoiding looking at each other or gazing in concern or something else. Josiah couldn't quite put his finger on it. And it got stranger when Mary stopped by to talk to Chris about something. Chris looked a little uncomfortable and Vin wouldn't really look at Mary at all. Now Vin was shy with women, but he was friendly with Mary--very strange indeed. Mary finally left and Chris looked relieved, then he quickly glanced at Vin to see how he was reacting. Vin looked uncomfortable--but he managed a smile for Chris Whoa! Now just what was going on between those two, that an appearance by Mary would make such an impression? Josiah wondered.+ + + + + + +
Ezra had been doing his best to try and avoid Buck. He was still smarting from Buck's teasing him about his 'blue butt'. 'Blue blood'indeed! That Neanderthal has the unmitigated gall to call me names after it was his fault my derriere got this way in the first place! Now normally the refined southerner would have been pleased and proud to be referred to in such a manner, if only it wasn't that it was so humiliating to know why Buck was doing it. Now he had taken to keeping to his room or mingling with groups, to prevent the scoundrel from approaching him.
The most aggravating and embarrassing part of the whole debacle--was explaining to the wash lady--why he had to remove ink from his person, and that it was on a part of him that no lady should be seeing. And then there was the fact that he could remember, in vivid detail, the entire event. It had been an intoxicating encounter, even if he hadn't exactly had control of the situation for long. Actually, I'm not sure I ever had much control over what happened. But oh, how he had enjoyed it. How he wanted to feel that way again. But of course, that would mean having to forgive Buck for getting Ezra's butt inked in the first place. Ezra wasn't sure if he wanted to do that just yet. After all, can't have the man thinking I'm desperate for his attentions. Running after him like all those silly women do - begging for one more time with the lover. No, that just wouldn't be decorous at all. So, Ezra was hiding from Buck - for now.
Buck meantime, was having some concerns of his own. And he couldn't actually believe it could happen to him. Buck Wilmington, ladies'man extrodinaire, was on the run from a woman. A very attractive, intelligent and mostly unattached woman at that. The worse part was that he had a sneaking suspicion why Mary Travis was suddenly appearing everywhere Buck went. The saloon, the street, the boarding house - heck, he'd even swear he had observed her near the bathhouse. Buck figured that the only reason that Ms. Travis would suddenly be concerned with Buck Wilmington, had something to do with the affair that took place in her newspaper office the previous evening. Please don't tell me that she saw us leaving her office. God, Chris will have my hide strung out and tanned for even being in her office. Maybe them fellows outside last night saw something after all and told her. Damn, but why ain't she followin Ezra around? Not that I've seen much of Ezra this morning, but hell, he's the one with the ink on his butt! Buck couldn't help chuckling to himself at the remembered look of indignation on the fastidious man's face. Nope, ol'Ezra just don't appreciate just how funny he looked at all. Now, if I could only shake Mary, I could go and have a look for Ez, see if he's still a blue blood.
Ezra was returning to his room after a quick lunch at the boarding house. While he normally abhorred rushing his meals, he was also afraid that Buck would turn up. So he had chosen haste in favour of being caught and was heading back to the doubtful security of his dwelling over the saloon. I cannot believe that I have been reduced to hiding out in dark alleyways and whatnot, just to avoid a bit of ridicule. I do believe that I'm descending to new lows, and all because of Buck Wilmington. Well, if he was to be honest, Ezra knew it was not all Buck's fault; after all, Ezra had been a willing participant up to the point where his anatomy had been stained with the ink. Even the unusual setting for their rendezvous was exciting in it's way—the fear of being caught had added to the encounter. Buck had been an incredibly willing accomplice, and the gambler found himself becoming a bit flushed, just thinking of some of their interactions. Under better circumstances, Ezra really wouldn't mind being with Buck again. But first he had to get over this ridiculous name-calling thing.
As if drawn by the con man's thoughts, Buck appeared in the street just across from Ezra's current hiding spot. Ezra was about to duck further inside, when he took note of Wilmington's strange behaviour. The normally graceful ladies' man was practically tripping over his own feet - trying to walk down the street quickly - while constantly keeping a lookout all around himself. He kept this up, until he crossed to the boardwalk near Ezra and then made a mad dash into the alleyway right next the building where Standish was hiding. A second later, Buck was backing out - waving his hands nervously and sounding like JD, as he chattered on unintelligibly to someone in the passageway. Ezra was drawn out of his nook by curiosity. The sight of Mary Travis suddenly infused Ezra with the same nervousness that Buck was obviously feeling. He slipped back further into his spot and watched as Buck stumbled along, obviously disconcerted by Mary's appearance in the alleyway. "Ah, Mz. Travis...uh, yeah, fancy finding you here. Heck, seems everywhere I've been today, well, just seems like you been there too. Not that I mind seeing you all the time, no ma'am, that ain't a fact all at. No, you just brighten up a man's whole day, and I, uh, I would purely like to stay and talk to you and all, but, uh, well, you see Chris wants me to check up on a few things, so ya see, I gotta be on my way. So you have a real nice day there Mz. Travis...yeah, a fine day indeed." With that Buck tipped his hat, turned sharply on his heel and dashed forward, right into Ezra and his no longer secret place.+ + + + + + +
Josiah was heading back towards the church after a leisurely breakfast, when he observed the strange actions of Buck, Ezra and Mary. Is the whole town going strange? First Vin and Chris are acting oddly and it got worse when Mary turned up, and now Buck is running from Mary. Josiah didn't think he'd ever seen Buck run from a woman unless she had marriage on her mind. Then he and Ezra took off together, after they seemed to be avoiding each other all day. Or rather after Ezra was avoiding Buck. Good thing JD seemed to be acting normally today, otherwise Josiah would have thought that the Lord was playing some kind of cosmic joke on him. As it was, he really didn't have any idea what the hell was going on. He shook his head. Well, not likely to find anything out standing here in the street by myself. Maybe some good honest labour will bring me some answers. He continued on his way, mulling over all the strange events and behaviours lately. Hope Nathan is acting normally when he returns.
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Both men immediately recoiled and Buck was drawing back his fist, when he recognised just whom he had bumped into. Before he could say anything though, Ezra grabbed his upraised arm and dragged him further into the gloomy room. "Since you seem so eager to avoid the lovely Mrs. Travis, I assume you would rather not draw her attentions in here with an audible altercation." Buck nodded his agreement and waited for Ezra to release his arm. However, the gambler suddenly had other ideas and pulled Buck's hand to his mouth and delicately sucked on the long finger tips. The tall gunslinger stared at him and then moaned softly in appreciation. The con man certainly had a sensitive touch.
Ezra maintained eye contact with the bemused man. For such an unsophisticated lout, Buck Wilmington had an amazingly refined body and features. Ezra remembered the sight of the naked scoundrel - very tall, broad through the shoulders and chest, but not bulky. No, nothing about Buck was bulky - he was all long, lean lines, and slim extremities. Even his facial features were elegantly hewn; with the deepest blue eyes - that could pierce your soul in anger - or melt your heart in love. They usually crinkled with good humour, for Buck was a man who loved life and lived it to the fullest each and every day. He was a man who was not afraid to feel, or to show those feelings to the public. Passion! The man plainly exudes passion, and raw sensuality. Call it animal magnetism or what you will, you can nearly smell it on him. It draws you in, drowning out all rational protests and then he has you.
Ezra suddenly realised that he was wool gathering and brought himself back to the situation at hand, which as it happened, was Buck's. The gambler stared into those midnight eyes, and carefully, slowly sucked in Buck's long index finger, swirling his tongue as he did so. Then he slid the finger back out of his mouth, increasing the suction until the tip. Buck's eyes were now a smouldering blue-black, and Ezra felt the passion start in his spine, as he pulled in another long digit to torment. He repeated the sensual torment on each of the remaining fingers, gently scraping the pinkie with his teeth as he withdrew it. By now both men were breathing hard, and Ezra realised that he had best take this somewhere less public, before it went any further. "Mr. Wilmington, if you are not averse to pursuing this tete-a-tete, might I suggest we repair to my chambers, or somewhere else a little more private?" Ezra upped the ante by nibbling at the palm of Buck's hand.
"Oh, yeah, I'm ready to go with you, just about anywhere Ezra. Lead on." And he waved gallantly with his free hand.
Ezra gave him a little bow and nod, and quickly crossed into the back of the saloon, to the stairway leading to the rooms. He ran lightly up the stairs, anxioux to get into his room before anyone had a chance to see the two men together. Buck was right on his heels - Ezra could feel the hot breath on the back of his neck as he turned to close and lock the door behind them. He paused a moment to formulate his plans and then turned and put his palms on Buck's chest and started to push him back across the room. Buck stepped back gracefully, unlike his earlier stumbling from Mary. He had a huge grin on his face. Always thought Ezra knew some fancy stuff that might actually be intersting. Guess I'm gonna find out now, just what that might be. And he allowed himself to be walked backwards to the edge of the bed. Now Ezra pushed him to sit and removed his own hat and gunbelt. He gestured to Buck to do the same, leaning in to run his fingers through the rascal's luxurious black mane. Buck tilted his head back, enjoying the caress and waiting for further directions.
Ezra didn't keep him waiting and slid his hands down the sides of Buck's face, slowing to stroke his cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. Buck relaxed into the soothing feeling. The gambler continued his journey, his supple fingers quickly unknotting the large bandanna and eased if off slowly. Then he turned his attention to the leather jacket and teased that down over the broad shoulders and off.
Buck had remained pliant though out this, letting Ezra's imagination take them both closer to their mutual fulfilment. Now he began to moan very softly and encouragingly as the nimble hands eased open his shirt and worked their way down his arms to remove it. He could feel Ezra's warm lips lightly kissing up one arm, across his upper chest and down the other shoulder to end at the hand that had been so lavished to begin this whole seduction. He left off teasing Buck's hand and moved to remove his boots. After tugging off his socks, he tenderly massaged Buck's feet, kneading deeply on any knots and then stroking along the whole foot.
"Ah, Ezra." Buck finally broke the silence between them; "I got tingles running through my whole body. Feels real good." He looked right into the jade green eyes in front of him.
Ezra smiled back at him, "Good to know that I haven't lost my expertise in these matters. Now, if you could stand up for a moment, we can continue. Buck stood and watched as the talented hands slowly undid his buttons and teased the snug breeches down over Buck's narrow hips. Buck shimmied his hips just a bit, to tempt Ezra. Ezra couldn't help but smile.
"My, my, you really are incorrigible, aren't you? Just be patient, Buck, we'll arrive at our destination soon enough. Now, hold still." He tried to ignore the mock pout on Buck's face, and slid the britches down his long legs, to pool at his feet. Then he tackled the red longjohns. As he undid the buttons slowly, he made sure to accidentally brush his knuckles against Buck's heated body. He could tell his actions weren't going unnoticed, both by Buck's heavy breathing and by the large bulge in the red underwear. Ezra made a great show of trying to tug the snug fitting cloth over the prominent obstacle. Finally it was free and Buck's huge cock bobbed back against his belly. A loud groan accompanied the actions.
"Damn, Ez, but you're a tease. And I mean that in the best of ways." Buck was fighting his natural instinct to pull the man to him. Ezra seemed to have something in mind, and since he figured it would ultimately end with sex, he didn't want to discourage the man. However, now that he was free of his own clothes, he figured that Ezra needed to remove some of his own. Ezra, it seemed, was of the same mind. "If you wouldn't mind assisting me to divest myself of these clothes..." and before the words were out of his mouth, Ezra felt the long, experienced fingers begin to strip him. Buck made sure to take the same care while removing the articles and his hands stroked over Ezra's warm skin as often as he could manage it. The gamblers' sighs and soft moans assured Buck that his touch was working it's usual magic. When Ezra was finally naked in front of him, Buck lowered his head and took the Southerner's mouth in a long, wet kiss. By the time they broke apart, both men were hard, hot and leaking.
"Bed." Ezra's voice was tight - he wanted to complete this seduction now. He gave Buck a sharp push and the taller man overbalanced and fell back wards on the bed. Ezra immediately straddled him and started to kiss him all over, starting with his face and working down his throat. He could feel Buck's hands stroking Ezra's back and butt - kneading and stroking and rubbing - sending heat and pleasure arching through the gambler's whole body. "Dear Lord, I feel like I'm in a tub of erotic sensations. Don't stop, please."
Buck chuckled underneath him, his chest shaking, "Oh, I don't plan to stop now, Ez. But I need more." And then his busy mouth took Ezra's and both men started to spiral out of control. When Ezra was finally released, he had to pant for enough air to fill his lungs. The euphoria held him in its grip and he attacked Buck's muscular chest with a ferocity totally unlike his normal self. Ezra tugged on Buck's chest hair - just enough to give him the quick jolt of pain - but quickly soothing it with a wet, hungry mouth, as he laved Buck's nipples into hard peaks and then trailed down the centre line of his chest. When he reached the indentation on his belly, Ezra inserted his tongue and quickly thrust in and out, tongue fucking the ticklish hole. Buck was writhing about on the bed now, nearly dislodging Ezra, but the gambler clung to him with the same tenacity he showed in a winning card game. The playing field was different, but held the promise of much greater jackpot. When the scoundrel began pleading hoarsely for more, Ezra obligingly slid lower, teasing down Buck's lower belly and into the tender skin beside his sex.
Buck couldn't believe how wild the gambler had become, but he loved every bit of it. If only he could coax Ezra to touch his aching cock, but so far it was being ignored in favour of other sensitive spots. "Aw damn! You're killing me here Ezra! C'mon, don't be shy, touch me." Buck's hands were in Ezra's hair, caressing and guiding, but not pushing too hard.
Ezra lifted his head and gave Buck his cocky smirk. "But I thought I was touching you, Mr. Wilmington. Did I perchance miss a spot? Buck growled at him and Ezra chuckled, "Well, let me just try to remedy that." And he bent his head down and finally sucked Buck's throbbing shaft into his mouth. Buck was much too long for Ezra to take him all in, but what his mobile mouth couldn't accommodate, he took in his hand. Alternating squeezing and stroking with his hand with suction and a soft humming, he quickly brought Buck to the edge. And then he eased back and nibbled lightly on the head. Buck jerked and tried to thrust further into his mouth, but Ezra had his other hand braced on the rogue's hip and he couldn't get any leverage. When Buck groaned and started to thrash about with his arms a bit more, Ezra relented and suddenly took Buck in as deep as he could and began sucking as hard as he could.
Buck arched up off the bed with a loud cry of satisfaction and began thrusting in a frenzy, no longer concerned about choking his lover. All he wanted was relief and Ezra brought him there in minutes. Buck yelled out as he climaxed, his whole body rigid as he poured his seed into Ezra's hot mouth. Then he collapsed totally drained and gasping for air. Ezra let him slip to the bed and moved up to lie beside him, while he recovered.
"Oh, damn, Ezra! Your mouth is as good for sex, as it is for talking." He looked over at the smiling con man. Ezra gave him a smug little grin and leaned in to kiss that mouth. They explored each other slowly, savouring the flavour of one another. As Buck began to recover he started to caress Ezra, sliding his hands down to rub at the already hard nubs on his chest. Buck massaged them in tight circles and lapped at them with the tip of his tongue. Ezra began to squirm and Buck slid his hands down his sides to hold him still, while he used his moustache to tickle down the gambler's belly. Ezra tried to jerk away from the sensation, but Buck held on firmly. "No, no Ezra, ya gotta hold still here, otherwise I ain't gonna get to the good stuff." Buck's voice dropped into a lower register, "And you don't wanta miss the good stuff, do you Ez?" He kissed lower on Ezra's abdomen, just brushing his groin hair.
Ezra bucked and shuddered. "Dear Lord, no. No I don't want to miss the good stuff." He paused to try and get his voice under control. "But I don't think I can hold out much longer, and I would very much like to posses you, if you would permit me?"
Buck nipped lightly at Ezra's belly, "You're getting all formal on me again Ez. Beg me and make me believe you really want me." Ezra's shaft jerked as Buck spoke and he struggled to hold on.
His drawl thickened, as he looked Buck in the eye, "Very well, Buck. I want to take you and thrust myself into you until your voice is hoarse from screaming for release." He paused to catch his breath and continued in a whisper, "And maybe then, I will grant your wish, if you are a very good boy. Now do you believe me?"
Buck's answer was to engulf Ezra's firm cock and start licking it. When he felt Ezra begin to tremble, Buck released him slowly - lingering on the leaking head. "Yeah, guess I do." He moved back so Ezra could get up and lay down in his place on his belly. Ezra rose to his knees and straddled the long body. Then he moved forward and began massaging and stroking Buck's back - starting with the shoulders and moving down the lean, muscular back. He soon had the gunfighter moaning in need and moved to stoked the firm butt - massaging in circles - dipping down into the cleft to stroke the warm opening. Buck arched his hips upward, trying to get more stimulation.
Ezra moved back a bit, and ordered Buck to his knees, while the gambler reached over to grab a small tin of fragrant ointment. He ran his hands up the insides of Buck's thighs - teasing the sensitive flesh with his fingernails. Buck groaned in protest - already hardening again in anticipation. "Spread your legs further for me Buck, so I can reach into your intimate parts." The honeyed drawl seemed to crawl right up Buck's spine and he obeyed almost without thought. "Very good, yes, very good indeed." And Ezra rewarded his behaviour by gently inserting a warm slick finger.
"Ahhh, Ezra...feels real good." Buck was in ecstasy from the firm probing. Ezra's other hand was stroking Buck's heavy balls and forward to stroke his rapidly hardening cock.
"I see that you are almost ready for me. That's lovely - because I'm going to take you now." That voice crawled into his very skin this time and Buck's shaft filled and hardened completely, just as he felt Ezra ease into him. Both men groaned at the sensations - Ezra feeling the hot tightness and Buck the incredible stretching and fullness. Buck spread his legs even wider, allowing the shorter man better access.
Ezra slowly, so slowly sank into the moist channel, cherishing each inch. Buck encouraged him vocally and rocked his hips slightly, until Ezra was all the way in. They both paused for a second and then the possession continued as Ezra eased back out and then in. And picked up the pace as Buck pled for more and rocked back hard into Ezra when his prostate was rubbed. Ezra freed one hand from Buck's hips; to reach around and grasp the rogue's neglected cock.
'Now, harder, Ez...do it harder!" Buck's voice had lost it's dark velvet sound and was almost harsh with need. The gambler picked up his pace until he was pounding into him so hard; Buck had to brace himself on his elbows to avoid being knocked into the headboard. Ezra was so hard, that he couldn't last long and with a final frenzied pumping, he froze and poured his seed into Buck's heaving body. He collapsed limply on Buck's rump as the scoundrel spurted his own juices into the bed covers. Buck gasped and turned slightly to lie on his side, while pulling Ezra's relaxed form into his chest. Ezra was as flushed and rumpled and sweaty as Buck had ever seen him.
"Ez...you're beautiful like this." The velvet voice brought the somnolent gambler back to himself and he blinked in confusion.
"I'm drenched in perspiration, dishevelled, and covered in our combined bodily secretions - and you find me attractive?" Ezra's voice almost squeaked in pleased surprise.
Buck chuckled, "I just like to see you with your shields down and looking like a normal human being. And you look like you really enjoyed yourself - I know I did." The question couched in the compliment was not lost on the astute gambler, and he nodded, "I too, thoroughly enjoyed our encounter. And now, if you don't mind, I find myself in need of some slumber." He kissed Buck on the lips gently. "Would you care to join me?"
Buck gave him a tired version of his trademark grin, "yeah, think I'll take you up on that offer Ez. You about killed me here. But, it was good." And he yawned and drifted off to sleep before Ezra could say anything further.
"It was good for me too, very good." Good slumbers, my friend." Ezra snuggled in closer and slipped into slumber alongside him.
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