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ATF Alternate Universe
October 21, 1999
Disclaimer - Nope, I don't own them. Never will. But I can dream
Thanks again to mog for use of the ATF sandbox.
Author's Note - Read my story Tumbling Out first!
"You boys comin' to lunch?" Buck asked, leaning into the doorway to Chris's office. "All you can eat down at The Red Dragon today!" he went on, hoping to entice them."Nah," Chris replied. "I've gotta finish up going over Team Four's surveillance findings on the McLeary case. Andy George asked me to go over them," he said, holding up a case file.
"I've got a date with Payroll," Vin answered. "Screwed me out of some overtime."
"Want me to bring back a couple a doggie bags?" the mustached agent asked.
"No, thanks," the other two agents replied in unison.
Buck nodded to the two of them before closing the door and leaving.
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"I best check on that overtime," Vin said, standing. "Wouldn't want to them to screw me over again," he added with a smile.
"Nope, that's my job," Chris replied with a smile as he pushed his chair back from the desk. "Come here," he said softly, swiveling the chair around.
Vin obeyed and approached his boss. Keeping his blue eyes locked on Chris's greens, he dropped to his knees. He reached out with one hand and grabbed Chris by the neck, bringing the blond man forward into a passionate kiss. With the other hand, he began massaging the bulge in the senior agent's pants. Chris moaned into Vin's mouth at the sudden onslaught of stimuli.
"Oh, Vin, that feels so good," he got out, breaking the kiss.
"You think that feels good.," Vin responded, raising his eyebrows as he lowered Chris's zipper.
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The elevator doors opened to the garage level. Buck was about to get out when the thought hit him.
"You coming, Buck?" JD asked, seeing that Buck was still in the elevator.
"Nah, you go on ahead. I just remembered something I gotta do," he told the younger agent. "I'll catch up with ya later," he added, pushing the button for the eleventh floor.
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"Oh, yeah, Vin," Chris moaned. "That feels so good," he gasped, running his fingers through the hair on the bobbing head in his lap.
The younger agent paused in his ministrations to look up at the half-closed blue eyes watching him.
"Gotta love these business lunches," he said with a chuckle.
Chris smiled at the remark and pulled Vin up off his knees.
"That was good for an appetizer, how about the main course?" he asked, grabbing Vin's belt buckle and yanking it open.
"Thought you'd never ask," Vin replied, helping Chris to open and pull down his jeans.
Chris licked his lips, and then Vin's before gently turning the younger agent around to bend him over his desk. He stroked his cock swiftly, spreading its seeping juice around the head and was about to push it against Vin's waiting opening when he heard Buck's booming voice calling him.
"Chris?! You still here?!" Wilmington called.
Hushed curses came from both Chris and Vin's mouths. Without thinking, Chris grabbed the younger agent and pushed him to the floor and under his desk. He sat down quickly on his chair and pulled it as close to the desk as he could, not even having time to close his own pants as Buck opened the office door. He ignored the punches to his shins from his unhappy lover below.
"Buck? What are you doing here?" he asked, picking up the McLeary file folder and trying to look as if he'd been busy reading it. "I thought you were heading out for that all you can eat special."
"Well, I got as far as the parking garage," the mustached agent began, pulling a chair up to Chris's desk and sitting down in it. "And I got this idea."
"Yeah?" Chris prompted, trying not to show his irritation.
"Well, you said you were going over the McLeary case, right?" Buck asked.
"Yes, Buck," Chris replied, hoping Buck would get to whatever point he had and get out.
"Isn't that the one Andy wanted Vin to work on? To go undercover?" the big man asked.
"Yes, Buck," Chris repeated.
If Buck said more, Chris didn't hear a word, because at that moment, the senior agent felt something warm and soft surround his cock, springing it back to life.
the moist tongue swirling around the tip... lips teasing... teeth gently nipping
"Chris? Did you hear me?" Buck asked.
"Huh? I'm sorry, Buck, my mind must've wandered," the blond man replied, trying to control his emotions and kick the young man torturing him under the desk at the same time.
the entire length was down the throat... lips touching his balls
"What did you say?" he managed to get out.
"I was wondering why you wouldn't let him?" Buck asked.
squeezing...sucking...tongue licking the length up and down
"Let who?" Chris asked, totally lost in the conversation with Buck as his mind was totally lost in the sensations below his waist.
He was going to kill Vin. The little bastard was enjoying this. When Buck finally left this office Vin was going to get
balls being sucked into that luscious mouth
the best and hardest fuck he'd ever had.
"Chris? You with me here?" Buck asked, leaning over the desk and patting Chris's cheek.
"Huh? I'm sorry Buck," Chris stammered. "I guess I'm just not with it right now. Can we talk about this later?" he asked.
strong hands pumping
Buck smiled as he stood up, saying, "Sure, Chris. No problem. Besides, I think I got what I needed," and walked to the door.
"I'll see you later, Buck," Chris called from his desk.
He was about to relax and push back his chair when Buck suddenly turned around.
"Oh, and Chris?" he called from the doorway.
"Yes, Buck," he responded, mid-motion.
"When Vin comes up for air, tell him that Payroll is closed during the lunch hour," he said with a big grin and a wink before making it a point to push the lock button on the door before closing it.
"April Fool's my ass!" they heard him shout from the outer office.
"I guess it was us that came tumblin' outta that closet," Vin mused, reaching up to close the senior agent's open mouth before beginning to lick his cock back to life again.
THE END
Continued in Tumbling Out, of the Closet