ATF Universe
This story takes place before Rules of the Game, in which Tiffiny's very fertile imagination created the character of "Rory."
"Selkirk! Get your skinny white Irish ass back in here!" Vin Tanner yelled at the closed bathroom door. Running his hands through his long, tangled mane Vin smiled to himself and plopped back down on the bed. The strewn sheets under him smelled of sweat and cum. Vin breathed in the scent and immediately felt a hardening in his groin."C'mon, Selkirk! On the double!"
"Don't you be giving me orders Sgt. Tanner, we're not in the Rangers anymore. Besides, I outranked you, bud," came the muffled reply from behind the still closed door. "And not only is my ass not skinny, you've got the wrong color. I'm what they call 'black Irish', half of me at any rate. But you wouldn't know about that you whitebread WASP," Rory laughed.
Vin heard the toilet flush and the sound of water running. He clasped his hands behind his neck and stretched vuluptuously on the bed. He was naked, hard and horny.
Rory Selkirk emerged from the bathroom and crossed over to the bed. His tousled black hair hung over his forehead, his deep brown eyes took in the figure on the bed. He grinned in appreciation.
"Up for more, Tanner, I see," he laughed. "You are such a slut. And this is a good thing, I'm thinkin'." He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned in to kiss Vin on the lips. Vin reached up and put his hand on the back of Rory's neck and pulled him in deeper.
"Hmmmm, you taste good, brush your teeth just for me. I'm honored," Vin said, his wide blue eyes smiling up at the man before him.
"Yeah, well, it's the least I could do," Rory murmered, and claimed Vin's mouth once again. He repositioned himself so he was laying on top of Vin, never breaking the soul searing kiss. Their tongues entwined, exploring and jabbing, dancing and sucking. Coming up for air, Rory smiled down at Vin and ran his tongue over the light stubble on Vin's face. He tongued the hollow in his neck and traced kisses and licks down his chest to his nipples. Vin groaned in delight.
"Ror, I've missed this, us. Been too long. How long are you in town?" Vin started to ask but Rory had other ideas.
"Shh, talk later. Man at work here, round two," he grinned, winking up at Vin's half closed eyes. Vin was breathing heavier as Rory roamed his hands over Vin's smoothly muscled chest and pinched his nipples lightly, kneading them between his thumb and forefinger. His hands caressed the whole of Vin's body and he felt tremors of response racing through it.
Vin reached down to fondle Rory's balls, manipulating them and massaging them lightly, running his thumb along the base of Rory's long, thick cock. Rory moaned in response. "Vin, feels so good." Their twin erections thrust up hard against each other.
Rory reluctantly moved away from Vin's delicate but masterful touch, sliding his tongue down the thin line of golden down that ran from his bellybutton to his groin. He buried his face in Vin's crotch and breathed in deeply, sighing in delight. It was good to be home.
His mouth opened and thick flesh filled it. Rory felt Vin rise majestically into his mouth. "Rory," Vin moaned. Vin entwined his hands in Rory's thick black hair and pushed Rory's head deeper over his cock. "Oh, yeah, Ror," he panted.
Rory could feel the excitement he was generating in Vin with his lips and tongue. He sucked and licked and deep throated Vin's velvet cock with abandonment. The flesh in his mouth was alive, lengthening, swelling, stretching his jaws. It claimed him and took possession of his mouth with long rigid thrusts as Vin started to buck his hips up to meet Rory's bobbing head. "Ror, shit man, yes, coming, coming," Vin cried out, releasing Rory's head and frantically clutching the sheets between his fingers in an attempt to hold on. His breathing was ragged as his body convulsed and he exploded into Rory's mouth. When he could see again, Rori was sitting hugging one knee facing Vin, a lopsided grin on his face.
"Good for you, huh Vin?" Rory said, a satisfied smirk on his lips.
"Man, you're ....," Vin attempted, his voice cracking slightly. "Missed you," he said simply.
Rory sat staring at the man laying on the bed next to him. He was entranced by the agile grace and power of Vin's body. He registered every detail of his lover and friend—the endearing disarray of the curls on the pillow, the strong slender neck, the smooth tanned skin, the muscles of his chest and shoulders. He unclasped his knee and leaned over and kissed Vin lightly on the mouth. Vin's blue eyes widened.
"What?" Vin asked, frowning. "You look like a lovesick calf, with those big brown eyes staring at me," his light tone taking the edge off the words.
"Nothing, just missed you, too. And to answer your question, I've moved back to Denver, Vin. Got a place downtown. Not as nice as Purgatorio, of course..," he laughed and Vin joined him.
"Yeah, well, you know me, Ror, not a high maintenance kinda guy." Vin's mouth widened in a grin that showed perfect teeth and heightened the impossible cheekbones. "Glad you moved back—that's the best news I've heard in a while. Still with the firm?"
Rory rose from the bed and stretched, scratching his chest absentmindedly. He nodded in response to Vin's question.
"So, Tanner, ATF, huh? What's your new boss like? When did you start? You in the fed building near the park?" Ror asked, pulling his polo shirt on over his head.
"Yeah, that's our building. Well, a bunch of floors of it, anyways. Started a week ago yesterday," Vin said sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed. He looked for his socks. "Chris Larabee is my supe. Seems like an okay guy. Quiet, kinda moody. Haven't really talked to him much. The others guys seem to like him so I guess that's saying somethin'." Vin padded into the bathroom, leaving the door open as he took a piss.
"Straight?"
"Who? Chris or the rest of the guys? You kiddin' me, Ror? Hell, those guys are so straight I could cut myself on 'em," Vin said easily, walking back into the bedroom. "Come to think of it, though, none of 'em are married. Well, I think Larabee was, there's a picture of a woman and a kid on his desk but on one's said anything about them. He's always at the office. No personal calls. Divorced, maybe. And one of the guys looks too young to shave, a true twink. The rest of the team look to be late thirties, early forties, give or take. One guy I haven't met yet. He's undercover, should meet him soon though. Shit, Ror, why'd you have to put that idea in my head?" Vin grinned suddenly, lopsidedly. "Tomorrow at work I'll be picturin' 'em doin', well, what we was doin' earlier." Vin lowered his eyes.
"Sucking cock and getting our asses fucked you mean? Vin, so modest? Look, you're blushing! I forgot that about you. Glad you're only shy about talking the talk," Rory chuckled as he zipped up his Dockers and shuffled his feet into a pair of brown Topsiders.
"Thought you said I was a slut," Vin replied with all the innocence he could muster, pulling up his worn jeans.
"Yeah, well...." Rory left the thought unfinished. "Want to grab some dinner, Vin?"
"Take a raincheck, 'kay? Larabee asked me to come over to his place tonight. He has a ranch up in the hills. I'm playing catch up, bein' the new guy and all. 'Agent Tanner you need to be brought up to speed if you're going to be an effective team member,' Vin said, his voice deepened in a fair imitation of his boss. "And get this Ror, he talks real low, almost whispers, oh, and he stares at ya with these intense grayish-greenish eyes. The guys were tellin' me, they call it the 'Larabee glare.' Works on some of the team it seems. I kinda just smiled when he tried it on me. Threw him some, I think. He blinked first, if you know what I mean. Like I said, he seems like a good guy, fair and all. I can see why he's in charge. Got a commanding presence. Like Capt. McNally. Looks a little like him, too. Blond, a couple inches taller than me. Thin but built. Real strong jawline. And those eyes, they really..."
"Hey, Tanner," Rory interrupted, "you getting a hardon for this guy? Are you hearing yourself? Better watch it tonight, Stud." Rory's smile changed, becoming openly mischievous.
Vin blushed furiously. "Fuck you, Selkirk. I'm just sayin'....he's married for chrissakes. Was married. No, if you saw him, Ror. Look up heterosexual in the dictionary, there's a picture of Larabee. Him and me? In my dreams, er, I mean in your dreams," Vin blanched at the thought.
"Ha! I knew it! Freudian slip-time, Vinster. You may not know it consciously but you have the hots for this man. Larabee and Tanner, the love that dare not speak its name." Rory laughed uproariously at his friend's ever reddening face. "And he's your boss! Shit, Vin, you sure can pick them. You have a death wish or something? Or are you into authority figures, Vin, huh, that your trip?" Rory teased. "First, your CO, McNally, then the agent-in-charge at the Marshall's office, now your supervisor. I'm sorry man, I can't help laughing," Rory continued. "Anyone ever tell you you're irresistable when you blush like that?" Rory said, the laughter dying in his throat. He stepped closer to Vin.
Vin shook his head, sending his thick hair tumbling back over his shoulder. "No way in hell, Ror, believe me. I mean the part about me bein' interested in Chris Larabee," a touch of sadness edging his voice.
Rory nodded and sighed. "Sure, Vin, whatever you say. Same time, next week?"
"Looking forward to it." Vin walked Rory to the door of his apartment. He kissed him, then brushed his knuckles against Rory's cheek in a gentle caress. "Ror, glad you're back in town. I mean it."
Rory smiled at Vin, giving him a quick hug.
"Be careful, Vin." Rory's smile turned into a frown of concern. "Don't look forward to patching you up again—out of practice. Keep this in one piece, 'kay?" He placed his hand over Vin's heart. He could feel it thumping wildly. "This time."
"Don't worry about me. I was a fast learner, and you were a good teacher. Took your advice. I'm only in it for this." Vin put his hand over Rory's crotch. "It don't break," he said hoarsely, trying to smile but failing.
"Aw, kid. It's too late. I can see it in your eyes when you say his name," Rory said softly.
Vin shook his head. "Nope, Ror, you got it all wrong. You'll see. And who you callin' 'kid,' Selkirk? You're like six months older than me, asshole," Vin said, the affection evident in his voice.
"Yeah, well, someone has to look out for you, Vin. Always looking for love in all the wrong places," he said quickly as he opened the door.
Vin shrugged one shoulder. "Whatever," he said, smiling in spite of himself. "See ya' Ror, and thanks."
Vin closed the door and leaned his forehead against it. He shut his eyes but he could still see Chris Larabee smiling back at him, invading his mind, trespassing in his head. "Aw, shit," Vin Tanner moaned, "please, not again." He slowly slid his hand down inside the waistband of his jeans, a slight smile tugging at his lips.
The End
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