Chris bit down gently on Vin's nipple and plunged a slick finger into his ass at the same time."Damn that feels good Chris." Vin blushed fiercely when he heard himself.
Vin's voice had changed to a squeak and Chris could tell how embarrassed he was by it. "Don't be upset," he whispered to his lover. "I'm not."
"Chris I sound like a Goddamned squeaky toy."
Chris nuzzled against his neck. "Hhhhm, My very own squeaky toy. If I squeeze it here," he asked in an evil voice, as he gave Vin's cock a long squeeze. "Will it squeak for me?"
Vin tried desperately not to give Chris the satisfaction.
Chris could feel Vin squirming in his touch but he wanted more. He tried squeezing Vin's hard shaft again and watched as Vin bit his lower lip. Chris smiled his wolfish grin and got an idea. He took Vin's cock in his mouth and raked it gently with his teeth.
"Aw hell!" Vin squeaked.
Chris laughed evilly in triumph as he sucked on his lover's cock.
"It --ain't --funny," Vin frowned as he tried to sound like the AFT agent that he was. Instead he heard himself moan, as his hips rose to meet the warm mouth. "I-- ain't --no -- damn. Ohhhh Damn," the sharpshooter sighed, struggling to continue, "no --squeaky-- toy."
Chris pulled his mouth away and continued to stroke Vin's cock, as he met eyes with his lover, "Not even for me?" his voice asked seductively.
At that moment, Vin's cock was the only thing, the sharpshooter was thinking with and as his engorged member demanded Chris' mouth again, the younger man gave in. "Squeeze me," he squeaked.
With his green eyes ablaze with passion, a low guttural growl akin to a wolf's claim on its territory emanated from the older man as he gently blew on the head of his young lover's cock.
Vin's breath caught in his throat as the sound of Chris's passion heated his blood to the point of boiling, "Chrissssssss. Pleaseeeeee," the blue eyes begged as he watched his lover hovering so tantalizingly close to his leaking shaft.
"Please what?" Chris leered as he pursed his lips and continued to blow softly.
Struggling to frame a coherent thought, Vin frowned as he answered Chris's animal call with one of his own, "Finish me--or kill me," he gasped as his lean frame pushed upward begging for relief.
Chris spread his jaws wide, his mouth watering as he waited to devour the the feast in front of him, "How about, I just, love you," he sighed as he lowered himself down until every inch of Vin's cock disappeared from view.
The sheer force of Chris's love for him, was like a vortex that sucked Vin into an endless sea of emotions, all of which were so new, and more than pleasant to the sharpshooter. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to submerge in the senses that his lover's mouth conjured.
Chris couldn't believe how incredible in was making him feel. He continued sucking on Vin's cock taking it deep inside his mouth then swirling his tongue around it. Vin's hips bucked and Chris grabbed them and pinned them to the bed. He heard a soft protest from the younger man. "You know what I want," Chris leered.
"Go to HELLLL!" Vin squealed the last "L" as Chris took one of his balls in his mouth and sucked on it.
Vin was being driven insane by Chris's actions. He didn't think he could take much more of this. He felt a tingling starting at the base of his neck and working it's way down along his spine. He felt Chris plunge his luscious mouth over his pulsing organ again and he lost control.
"CHRIS!!!!!" Vin screamed as he came inside his lovers hot mouth.
Chris sucked hard on Vin's cock swallowing all that the younger man had to offer. He gave Vin's balls a final squeeze and Vin squeaked in pleasure. Chris let Vin's now flaccid cock fall from his mouth as he looked up at his lover.
"I seem to have broken my Toy," Chris teased as he took vin's cock in his hand. "Maybe I can fix it."
"Shit, either that or you're going to kill me," Vin panted, as he pulled his lover up into a deep sweet kiss. They lay together for a few minutes, until Vin's heart stopped pounding and he could talk without gasping for air again.
"I love you," Vin breathed into Chris's ear and took the lobe into his mouth, determined to give as good as he had gotten. His hands moved over Chris's chest, gently teasing the older man's nipples.
Chris realized instantly that Vin was in reciprocal mode and grinned evilly. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the feel of Vin's mouth on his ear and his hands on his chest until Vin moved down to lick his neck. Quick as a cat, Chris moved to flip Vin onto his back. Straddling him, Chris sat up with his ass cheeks pressing onto Vin's slowly hardening organ.
"Dammit Chris," Vin was pissed as shit to hear himself squeak again.
Chris laughed out loud and ground his ass ruthlessly against the now rigid member. "Looks like my toy is fixed," the blond quipped, as he leaned forward and kissed a very annoyed, but very horny lover.
The annoyance quickly faded and Vin opened his mouth and his arms and let Chris into both. Breathless again, but this time with want, Vin broke off the kiss and met Chris's eyes. "Make love to me, I want to feel ya inside me," the younger man demanded.
Chris found himself drowning in the blue eyes that stared back at him with such hunger, "You don't have to ask," he smiled as he tenderly sucked on Vin's lower lip. "You have to squeak," Chris chuckled as he moved around to nip at Vin's ear.
"Damn it Chris, this ain't funny no more...I ain't gonna squeak again, not even for-- you!" Vin panted as struggled weakly under the tight grip of passion gripped lover.
"Wanna bet, babe," Chris wickedly leered as he continued to rocked himself on Vin's hard cock beneath him.
Closing his eyes, Vin was struggling not to sigh as Chris's tongue free ranged over his body. He battled himself not moan as his lover's lips kissed every part of his available skin. Vin was concentrating so hard on not voicing his passion that he hadn't realized that he was holding his breath.
Chris smiled as he felt every fibre of Vin's body quivering under his touch, but was surprised that he could hear nothing from his lover, until he realized Vin had stopped breathing. Smiling Chris moved his hand down behind him.
"AW HELL!" Vin squeaked as his eyes flew opened to see Chris's green eyes looking at him in triumph.'
Chris laughed at the expression on Vin's face when he realized he had squeaked again. The sharpshooter's face turned crimson as Chris stared down at his naked body.
Damn! Vin thought. I hate when he makes me blush by just looking at me. Know this Larabee I will have my revenge.
Chris gave Vin an odd look when he heard his lover's evil laugh. He knew the younger man was plotting something but he didn't mind. Tonight he was having things his way. He leaned over and captured Vin's mouth and plunged his tongue into the warm depths. As he did that he slid his legs between Vin's and stretched out over him. They both moaned as their cocks rubbed against each other. Chris could feel Vin's heart racing. He left Vin's mouth and trailed kisses along his neck and over his nipples. Chis heard Vin gasp, but quickly stifle the sound. Chris chuckled and moved down further.
"I ain't gonna do it this time Chris," Vin vowed.
"We'll see," Chris smiled.
Aw hell! Vin silently screamed, I hate when he looks at me like that. He knows when he looks at me like that I'll do anything he wants. I know I'll shut my eyes.
Chris smiled when he saw Vin squeeze his eyes closed. The older man got on his knees between Vin's legs and grabbed the lotion. He put some on his fingers then spread some around Vin's opening. Vin squirmed at his touch but remained silent. Chris grabbed Vin's cock with one hand and began to stroke it. Vin's hips bucked against his hand. As Chris played with Vin's cock he slipped two fingers into his unresisting opening. Vin groaned and pushed back against his fingers. The blond started pulling his fingers out then just as quickly pushed them back in hitting the spot he was looking for. Vin screamed in pleasure but refused to squeak. Chris removed his fingers and Vin opened his eyes to watch him.
What the hell are you up to now, Vin wondered. He watched as Chris spread the lotion over his cock. Chris locked eyes with Vin.
"No!" Vin snarled. "Ya ain't gonna get me to do it this time."
Chris just laughed as he guided his cock to Vin's opening. Vin quivered in anticipation as he felt Chris's cock glide inside him. the younger man growled at Chris's self control as he pushed inside ever so slowly. Once Chris was embedded to the hilt he remained motionless.
"What are ya doing, Chris?" Vin pleaded. "Please move, I can't take much more."
"You know what I Want," Chris smiled as he leaned over Vin and kissed him.
Chris slowly pulled out and Vin started to pant waiting in anticipation for Chris to move faster. He became frustrated as chris ever so slowly pushed his cock back in. Vin snarled and pushed against Chris. The blonde torturer grabbed his hips and pushed them back. "Ah ah!" Chris scolded.
"Oh God Chris please!!!!" Vin yelled in desperation.
Chris knew Vin couldn't last much loner. Hell he couldn't. He knew one more trick to get Vin to squeak. He started a rhythm that soon had the sound slapping skin filling the bedroom. Chris pulled out and pushed in deep knowing he had found what he was looking for.
"Oh my God!!!!! Vin squeaked on the D not caring that he had given into his demon.
Chris's triumphant laughter filled the room as he rode the Texan hard. He grabbed Vin's cock and began to stroke it. Vin's hips soon paced Chris and the lean sharpshooter released his seed. Chris groaned in complete ecstasy as Vin's orgasm caused the muscles to contract around his embedded cock. Chris gave one last hard thrust as he released his seed inside his lover.
Wrapped in each other's arms, they quickly fell into dreamless sleep.
ONE WEEK LATER
Chris walked into the conference room and knew something was wrong immediately. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but his hackles were definitely up. Sighing he took a sip of his coffee and sat it down and opened his briefcase and took out the papers he needed and then closed it.The door opened with a squeal and Mary Travis and six members of the Women's Council for a Safer Denver entered the meeting right on time. Chris smiled and handed each woman a packet, as they filed past him.
He still hadn't figured out what was bothering him, when a large woman, he knew to be a city council woman sat down - and her chair squeaked. And Mary sat down and her chair squeaked too and DAMMIT! he realized, they were all squeaking.
Vin! He remembered the look on Vin's face, when he'd been teasing him into squeaking for him and his heart sank. Vin was a notorious practical joker and he'd had all week to get ready for this.
Mary gave him a questioning look and he gulped his coffee to try to cover his embarrassment. He was going to kill Vin for this. Better yet, his little voice whispered, make him squeak again.
Chris managed to ignore the squeaking chairs and lead the meeting in a voice that was carefully professional. After a while, the lively debate and savvy questions captured his attention completely and he forgot all about the squeaking chairs.
An hour and a half into the three hour meeting, a knock on the door interrupted them. "Excuse me ladies," Chris said and went to the door. "Can I help you?" he asked the delivery person.
"Yeah, package for Mr. Chris Larabee," the pimply faced boy answered, clearly bored.
"Thanks," Chris held out his hand for the clipboard and signed it quickly. He slipped a couple of dollars into the boy's hand and took a large cardboard box with the top slit open from him. The boys at the front desk were as efficient as ever, he thought, grateful that he didn't have to worry about anything dangerous getting past them.
"Mr. Larabee, may I ask what you've got there?" a tiny elderly woman, who was the largest philanthropic donor to charity in Denver, asked him curiously.
"I'm not sure ma'am," he answered her politely. "Let's just see." With that, he plunged his hands inside and came up with - Oh my God, he groaned to himself, as two very small, very squeaky rubber dogs appeared.
Recovering quickly, Chris covered with the only thing he could think of. "It appears to be a donation for the children's center," he managed to get out.
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"Where the hell is Vin?" Chris demanded icily when he strode into the bullpen.
The other members of Team 7 exchanged uneasy glances. Chris was wearing the intensely furious glare he reserved for the lowest scumbags they arrested.
Whatever Vin had done to earn him Chris's deadliest look, the other five were immensely relieved that he had already left for the day. They didn't relish the idea of arresting their boss for murdering his best friend.
"Mr. Tanner informed us that he had a personal errand to take care of and that he would be leaVing right after lunch," Ezra offered solicitously.
"Fine," Chris snapped. "I'm leaving for the day too. If Vin comes back here, tell him -"
Whatever Chris had been going to say, he apparently thought better of it. Instead, he went into his office and slammed the door. Five minutes later, with his jacket over his arm and a bulging briefcase, Larabee departed the ATF office leaVing five agents hastily trying to locate their wayward teammate.
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Vin carefully selected just the right outfit. Faded jeans that fit him snugly and had rips in the right thigh and the left calf. Chris had commented more than once, that he liked the way Vin looked in them. He was torn between a dark blue button down shirt that he could leave two or three buttons undone on and an oversized baby blue sweatshirt. Finally the Texan decided on the sweat shirt. For some reason Chris loved this sweatshirt and Tanner knew that he was going to need all the help he could get.
Vin pulled the jeans and sweatshirt on and quickly pulled the elastic band holding his hair out and brushed it vigorously. When he was done, the sharpshooter checked his image in the mirror. His hair was gleaming and falling in soft waves over his shoulders. His right collarbone peeked out from the neck of the sweatshirt thanks to it's too big size.
Hearing the unmistakable sound of Chris's Ram pulling up in front of the house, Vin hurried to the den and got into position. A too big sweat shirt and jeans that were strategically tight wouldn't save him from the wrath of Larabee unless he got the rest of the look down.
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Chris saw Vin's jeep parked in front of the house and slammed the Ram into park. He was furious with his lover. Three times during that interminably long meeting, there had been a delivery to the conference room, dogs, ducks, and dinosaurs, all squeaking. Not to mention every damn chair in the room had squeaked. The ladies had been polite, but Chris was willing to bet they were haVing drinks and still trying to figure out what had been going on.
He remained where he was, counting to 100, not wanting to see Vin while he was still this angry. He didn't trust himself not to say something he'd regret and as furious as he was, Larabee didn't want to say something hurtful he couldn't take back. Vin was too important to him and Chris knew that Vin's joke hadn't been meant maliciously. So, he waited for his anger to subside some before he went into the house.
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Vin listened to the door open and waited nervously. He was as ready as he could be and only time would tell if his strategy worked.
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Sitting in the Ram hadn't done much to ease Chris's anger and he'd finally given up counting when he'd gotten to three hundred. He was just going to have to face Vin when he was still angry and hope he didn't say anything too stupid.
Where was Vin? he wondered as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. Probably hanging out with one of the horses, he thought. Giving you time to cool down, a little voice nagged at him. Chris took his beer and headed for the den to wait for Vin. The newspaper was on the dining room table and Chris hoped that between the beer and the sports section he'd calm down enough to be rational about it when he killed Vin. So much for rational, he thought ruefully.
Stepping through the doorway of the den, Chris stopped dead at the sight before him. Vin was sprawled on the couch, sound asleep. The Texan was wearing that sweatshirt that was a mile too big for him and Chris could see soft skin peeking out of the neck. His hair fanned out over a small pillow. Vin was holding onto a soft blue blanket, that was bunched up under his chin. He looked like a kid sleeping with his security blanket and Chris felt his anger ebbing - - and his cock hardening.
Smiling, Chris walked over to the coffee table in front of the couch and without taking his eyes of his lover, took a seat. Placing his unopened beer beside him, Chris leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and stared at the slumbering young man.
Vin had listened to the footsteps coming closer and was silently pleased with himself that his plan seemed to have worked, but suddenly, it didn't seem so easy. He could feel the green eyes of his lover staring at him, at his body. Just the thought of Chris watching him, wanting him was making his pretense of sleep, very uncomfortable.
For Chris the effect had been perfect. His favorite sweatshirt hanging loosely from the lithe frame. The seemingly virtuous face fanned by the hair that he loved to spend hours running his fingers through. Not to mention the jeans that seemed to have been painted on, leaving Chris no doubts to how deep his lover's slumber was.
So, Chris thought to himself. He wants to play games. Thinking back to the day's events, the blond slid off the coffee table, coming to rest on the floor, just in front of his lover's groin. Reaching for the buttonhole of the jeans, Chris nimble fingers soon had it opened. With the bulge growing under the zipper, the blonde wondered how long it would be before Vin owned up to being awake.
Vin bit his tongue as he tried to control his body from giving himself away, but it was no use and his voice escaped from between his parted lips."Chrissss,"
Squeak me, will ya, Chris chuckled to himself as his fingers moved up under Vin's sweatshirt and began an earnest attack.
Chris's fingers tickling him was the last thing Vin had been expecting, "D-amn- it Chris," Vin gasped as he tried to roll away from the blond man's attack. "I'm sorry, --but you-started-oh shit-cut it out would ya," Vin breathlessly pleaded as he struggled to escape Chris's onslaught. Wiggling out from under Chris's attack Vin over balanced and landed with a hard thud on the floor.
"Shit!"
You OK?" Chris asked concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Vin responded with an embarrassed grin. "Just bruised my pride - - and my ass.
"Good," Chris began and kissed him thoroughly. Breaking the kiss, he finished, Because after today, you've got a lot of squeaking to do."
"Oh shit!" Vin gasped as he went to throw his right arm around Chris and a white-hot pain exploded in his shoulder.
"What is it Vin?" Chris asked in concern. "What's wrong?"
"Think I dislocated my shoulder," Vin gasped.
"Damn hold on let me check," Chris said and went to touch his shoulder.
"Don't touch it!" Vin voice rose as he tried to move away from Chris jarring his arm. "AH!!!"
"Alright, lets get you down to the clinic," Chris said.
He helped Vin sit up and the younger man grit his teeth as his useless left arm flopped in his lap. Chris knew the arm hanging limp would hurt so he went to the linen closet and got a sheet. He ignored Vin's curses as he bent the arm at the elbow then wrapped the sheet tightly around Vin's torso holding the arm in place. Chris left Vin sitting on the floor as he went to get his keys. He came back and helped Vin to stand. The pain caused Vin to lean heavily on Chris as they went out the door.
Twenty minutes later found them sitting in the reception area feeling out insurance forms. Vin finally found a comfortable position where it didn't hurt when their name was called. Vin cursed and Chris stifled a laugh as he helped Vin to his feet. Their first stop was x-rays and Vin was unwrapped form his cocoon. When that was over they spent another twenty minutes sitting in the examination room waiting for the doctor.
"Well you were right," the young doctor said as he walked in.
"No, really?" Vin said sarcastically.
"It's a simple dislocation," he said ignoring Vin's comment. "All we have to do is put it back in place."
The doctor walked over to Vin and touched the shoulder. Vin squeaked and pulled away.
"Does he always squeak like that?" the doctor asked.
"Always," Chris laughed as Vin shot him a dirty look.
THE END