ATF Alternate Universe
July 19, 2000
Disclaimer - If I owned any of these characters, I sure as hell wouldn't be writing fanfic about them - I'd be writing scripts, because the show would still be on! The people in Hollywood and Nashville own them. Mog owns the ATF universe.
Sequel to Tumbling Out, Tumbling Out, Too, Tumbling Out, of the Closet and Tumbling Out, of Range
"So what's it gonna be, boys? China Wok?" Vin asked the group sitting in the conference room."McDonald's," JD spoke up.
"The Red Dragon," Buck said.
"Le Chalet," Ezra added.
"Brought my own," Josiah spoke up, pulling a brown bag from his briefcase.
"I'm meeting Rain down in the cafeteria," Nathan put in as he checked his watch.
Turning to his last (and best) hope for a lunch companion, Vin waited for Chris's answer.
"I'll drive, Vin," the team leader said with a grin. "One hour, boys," he told the rest of the group before heading for the door.
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In the middle of the large strip mall parking lot, with no cars nearby, the two men sat in the agency car eating their Chinese take-out.
"Thanks for coming, Chris," Vin said, his voice mumbled as he used the chopsticks to shove more noodles into his mouth. "Just had this craving for Chinese food today..."
"I didn't mind," the blonde replied, using a fork to eat his food. "I needed to get out of the office and really didn't want it to be a group affair."
Vin looked up and over at the other man. There was a certain tone to Chris's voice. He smiled when the blonde winked at him. "Really?" he asked, then picked up the large pork egg roll he'd gotten, dipped it in sweet and sour sauce and put it to his lips.
Chris felt himself harden as Vin began to lick the sauce off the sides of the egg roll. Felt the drops of pre-cum stain his shorts as the younger man slowly pushed the food into his mouth and then pull it out again.
"Really," Chris finally answered. "Except I got something a little bigger and better than that egg roll for you to suck on," he added, unfastening his jeans and pulling out his fully engorged cock.
"Looks like you got some of your own special sauce already on it, too," Vin drawled.
The small white take-out boxes were quickly put aside as Vin moved closer to Chris and grabbed hold of the hardened flesh. The blonde let out a satisfied groan as he felt Vin's mouth begin to work its magic on him.
"Yeah...that's it, Vin... suck it," he whispered, running his fingers through the younger man's long locks, brushing them away from his face. "Feels so good..."
Encouraged by Chris's words, Vin sped up his movements, and soon the younger man's head was bobbing up and down, taking his lover's length deep inside his throat.
Vin reached down with his free hand and undid his own pants. Reaching in, he began stroking himself, barely keeping rhythm with the pace his mouth was setting. He almost lost it entirely when he felt Chris's hand snake down the back of his pants and plant a pushing finger on his anus.
Chris smiled at Vin's reaction, especially since it made the younger man suck even harder. He closed his eyes and put his head back onto the headrest to eagerly await the climax that was building inside him.
He didn't have to wait long.
Gasping out Vin's name, Chris burst into the younger man's mouth and felt Vin's throat muscles work to swallow the tangy cum. Once he knew Vin was done swallowing, he pulled him up and pushed him back into his seat, wanting, needing, to reciprocate. He was just about to go down on the sharpshooter when he heard it. The familiar car horn. Vin's erection wilted in his hands.
"Hey, boys!" Buck shouted from his Trans Am, now pulled up next to the driver's side of Chris's agency car. "You boys missed a great buffet at the Red Dragon," the mustached man went on. "All you can eat Tex-Mex." Buck saw the glares from the two men in the car next to him. "But I guess you had your own buffet, huh?" he said, his cheeks beginning to flush. "Well, I'll, uh, see you boys back at the ranch," he added when he still got no response from Chris or Vin. He put the car in gear and drove off.
After a loud sigh, Chris looked over at Vin, who had picked up a fortune cookie from the food bag. He watched as the sharpshooter shook his head.
"What's it say?" Chris asked.
"An unexpected guest brings good news. Your lucky number is three," Vin read. "Wasn't any good news for me," he added, looking down at his crotch.
"And we're out of time. Sorry Vin," the blonde responded after a quick look at his watch. "But there's always tonight," he added.
"Yeah," the younger man smiled. "And it'll be a hell of a lot better than a quickie in a company car during lunch."
"And we won't have to worry about Buck showing up, either," Chris added.
The two men rearranged their disheveled clothing and headed back to work.
THE END
Continued in Tumbling Out, of Bounds