ATF Alternate Universe
February 7, 2000
Disclaimer - Nope, I don't own the boys... just wish I did. Trilogy and them other PTB do. Mog created the ATF universe.
Rated NC-17 - I think you know what that means...
Sequel to Tumbling Out, Tumbling Out, Too and Tumbling Out, of the Closet
"You picked the last place," Vin explained as they rode the elevator. "Today, I pick. And it ain't gonna be no janitor's closet," he added.Chris nodded somewhat guiltily and followed the younger man, checking the hallway, making sure they wouldn't be seen. After nearly bumping into Vin's back, he looked up and was surprised as he read the sign on the door Vin stopped in front of.
"Since when did you get a key to this place?" he asked, standing in the basement hallway, still looking left and right.
"Since I got my certification as a firearms instructor. Remember?" Vin replied, putting the aforementioned key into the door's lock. "If I gotta teach a class, it helps to be able to get in."
"Oh, yeah, forgot," the senior ATF agent mumbled, following his young agent into the ATF's firing range.
Vin closed and locked the door behind them before switching on some lights.
"You sure no one's gonna show up?" Chris asked nervously, still looking around, making sure they were alone.
"No one's allowed in here without there bein' a certified firearms instructor present," the young sharpshooter began, turning to face his boss. "And there ain't any classes or requalifyin' shoots scheduled today," he continued, assuring the blonde headed man by wrapping his arms around his waist.
"Good," the older man responded with a kiss. "No interruptions then."
Vin responded enthusiastically, deepening the kiss with his tongue and by putting his hands on Chris's neck and rear end and pulling him closer. Chris groaned as their groins met, both men hardening at the touch, grinding together.
"Where?" the older man gasped, breaking the kiss to get the word out, still not believing how quick Vin could get him hard and horny.
"Office... couch..." Vin responded, equally breathless as he continued to kiss Chris and pull him toward the firing range's office.
Once in the office, the two men began to undress each other in haste, their desire for one another becoming a frenzied mission of lust. It seemed to take only seconds for Vin to have Chris's pants and underwear down to his ankles. And even quicker that he had his mouth around the man's engorged flesh.
"Oh, yeah, Vin," Chris moaned, feeling the younger man's tongue begin its dance. "Oh, yeah, suck it," he breathed, running his hands through Vin's soft hair, gently thrusting into his warm mouth.
And the sharpshooter obeyed, sucking Chris's flesh, twirling his tongue around the tip, pumping the shaft with his hand. It didn't take long for the older man to come, exploding violently into Vin's mouth. He wished this could have been like some of their other encounters, the ones where Vin seemed to be able to keep him on the edge for hours at a time. But here at work, time was limited. They had to settle for fast and furious.
"Let me come inside ya, Chris," Vin whispered as he slowly got off his knees, kissing his way up Chris's torso. "Please, I wanna be inside ya."
"Yeah," was all Chris could say before he plunged his tongue into Vin's mouth, tasting himself as he thanked the younger man for making him feel so good.
They moved over to the couch and Chris knelt on the cushions, facing the back of it. Vin stood behind him and began to caress his cheeks, running slick fingers down through the cleft. The senior agent saw the bottle of gun oil drop to the couch and had to laugh.
"It was handy," was all Vin said, pushing his cock up against Chris's opening.
With a gentle push he was in and both men gasped at the sensation. He pushed a little more and was soon buried to the hilt. He leaned forward, put his hands over Chris's, absently noting the older man's tight grip on the couch and began a slow rhythm. He smiled, knowing it wouldn't be slow for long. He continued to thrust in and out of his lover, feeling his climax build. Then they heard the voices.
"Ooh, Buck. You gonna show me that big ol' gun of yours?"
"Oh, yeah, darlin'. Show ya how it works, too."
Vin felt Chris startle at the voices, the interruption. His own rhythm broke, but his lust was still there. He was so close to coming that he willed himself to keep going, pushing Buck and his latest bimbo's voices out of his head. Looking down at his lover below him, feeling Chris hot around him, he regained his momentum and began to thrust in earnest - harder, deeper, faster.
"Oh, it's so big! Can I touch it? Can I hold it?"
"Think you can handle it, little lady?"
It all happened at once. The gunshot rang out. Vin came. The glass broke. Vin screamed.
Chris dove for cover, turning around quickly, throwing Vin off him and onto the couch. Then he quickly checking the younger man for injuries. Buck and the woman, Debbie, one of the secretaries from Payroll, it turned out, ran into the office. They stopped short at the sight of the two mostly naked men.
"Oh, my God! Are you okay?" Debbie begged, on the verge of tears. "I didn't mean to pull the trigger! Honest!"
"I'm fine," Vin growled, trying to reach past Chris to find his clothes.
"Get her outta here, Buck!" Chris yelled. "And, Buck?" he began, a warning tone in his voice.
"Gotcha, boss," Buck quickly put in, knowing what Chris wanted - silence from Debbie.
Buck quickly took the shaking woman out of the office, shushing her as he tried to find a way to make sure she didn't tell anyone about what had happened and who was involved.
Once the pair was gone, Chris turned back to Vin.
"You okay? You're not hit, are you?" he asked, continuing his visual survey of his young lover.
"I think she got me in the ass," the sharpshooter groaned, turning over, craning his neck to try to see for himself.
"Looks like she just grazed you," Chris said, taking out a handkerchief and dabbing at the bloody spot. "See, the bullet hit the couch," he added pointing to a hole in the piece of furniture. "Don't think you'll even need stitches."
"Good, you know the rules about doctors and bullet wounds," Vin groused as he pulled up his pants over the handkerchief.
"You really okay, Vin?" Buck asked from the doorway. "I'm real sorry. I was just showin' Debbie how to shoot. And don't worry. She won't tell. Hell, she's scared she'll get fired for bein' down here to begin with," he chuckled, though uneasily.
"I'm fine, Buck," he replied, more embarrassed than hurt. "And how the hell did you get in here, anyways?" he asked, sudden anger about being interrupted again flaring.
"Used to date Karen from Team Three. She's a firearms instructor, too," he replied with a wink.
"Come on, let's get out of here," Chris muttered, tired of the small talk.
"You know, Vin," Buck began, eyeing the sharpshooter's butt, and the way he walked as they headed for the range entrance, "I think Chris'll have to kiss that and make it all better for ya."
"Yeah, and you'll be kissing my ass so I don't report you and Debbie being down here to begin with," Chris returned.
"Touché, pard," Buck replied.
"You know, Chris," Vin cut in quietly. "We aren't havin' all that much luck with these at work quickies. Maybe we shouldn't do this anymore," he finished, limping toward the elevator.
"I don't know," the team leader replied mischievously. "I think you started screaming before you got hit."
THE END
Continued in Tumbling Out, to Lunch