ATF Alternate Universe
November 23, 2002
Sequel to Tumbling Out, Tumbling Out, Too, Tumbling Out, of the Closet, Tumbling Out, of Range, Tumbling Out, to Lunch and Tumbling Out, of Bounds
"Tanner, get your ass in here!" Chris bellowed from the conference room door."Oh great, here it comes," Vin muttered.
"What’d you do, Vin?" JD asked as Vin pushed back from his desk.
"Buck! You too!" Chris added.
"What did the two of you do?" Ezra asked, watching Buck rise from his desk as well.
Buck just shrugged his shoulders innocently as he walked past, following Vin toward the conference room door.
"You don’t think they’re the ones that left Travis’s car out in front of Tom’s Triple X Theater, do ya?" Nathan asked.
"Nah, Buck woulda told me," JD replied quickly.
Josiah and Ezra looked at each other, thinking that Nathan might have been right.
"Wouldn’t he?" JD asked. After getting a raised eyebrow look and a nod from Ezra, JD let out a whistle and whispered, "Shit. They’re in for it now."
"The rest of you," Chris called. "Go home. Now."
The four agents flinched when the door to the conference room slammed shut. They looked at each other, at the clock on the wall that said three o’clock. They didn’t need to be told twice.
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Vin stood still, just inside the doorway, not even flinching when Chris slammed the door. Buck had already moved around him to stand to his right.
"What’s up?" he asked.
"What’s up? That’s all you got to say for yourself?" Chris asked, standing right in front of him now.
"Uh…what’s up, doc?"
"Funny, Tanner, funny," Chris replied, ignoring Buck’s snickers.
"What am I supposed to say?"
"How about, ‘Gee, Chris, I sure am sorry about AD Travis’s car, but I’m willing to make it up to you,’ for starters? And that goes for you, too, Buck," he ground out, looking at Buck, now.
Vin looked at Buck, who looked at Vin. Vin raised an eyebrow, asking a silent question. Buck smiled.
"Gee, Chris," Vin began. "I sure am sorry about AD Travis’s car, but I’m more than willin’ to make it up to ya," he finished, dropping to his knees in front of Chris, rubbing his face into Chris’s groin.
"And I’ll help, any way I can," Buck whispered, moving to stand behind Chris and massaging his shoulders.
"Whose idea was it?" Chris asked.
Vin looked up, and said, "Mine," before Buck had the chance to say the same.
Chris ran a hand through Vin’s hair, gave it a tug. "Lock the doors, Buck," he ordered.
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"Strip."
"Ooh, don’t ya just love it when he’s mad, Buck?" Vin asked, obeying, unbuttoning his shirt.
"That I do," Buck replied, rubbing his hands together before he started to undo his own shirt.
"Not you, Buck," Chris said, stopping Buck’s movements.
"Huh?"
"Vin confessed."
"Ah, shit."
"He’s lettin’ ya watch, Buck," Vin put in, winking at Buck as he sat on the table to remove his boots.
Chris just watched intently, contently, as Vin continued disrobing. Once he was completely naked, he stepped forward, between Vin’s legs. He leaned in, and Vin opened his lips, ready to be kissed. But Chris just put a hand on his chest and pushed, and kept pushing until Vin was flat on the table, with his legs dangling over the side.
"You sure you don’t want my help there, Chris?" Buck asked, rubbing at the front of his jeans.
"I’ll think on it," Chris replied, never taking his eyes off of Vin. "You ready to make up for things, Tanner?"
"Whatever it takes, boss."
Chris nodded his head and began to unbuckle his belt. Vin pulled back his legs, holding them under the knees as he watched Chris pull out his cock and stroke it to full hardness.
"What about some lube?" Vin asked.
"Buck? Get over here."
Chris turned toward Buck, who immediately knelt down and began to suck and lick the exposed dick, slathering it with as much spit as he could. Chris then stepped back to let Buck give Vin’s hole a few licks, too.
"Good enough?" Buck asked.
"Gonna have to be. Remember, this is what he gets for doing what he did."
And without any further preparation or warning, Chris pushed himself into Vin, causing the younger man to arch his back and cry out. He pulled out a little bit and pushed in some more, harder this time and Vin let out a satisfied moan.
"Shoulda done that to his car sooner, Buck," Vin whispered as Chris continued to thrust into him.
Wanting a better angle, Chris pushed Vin further onto the table and knelt on the edge. Vin wrapped his legs around his waist and pushed against him, taking him in deeper.
Buck watched from the side, hand inside his pants now, rubbing his dick in time with Chris’s hip movements. Listening and watching the two of them go at it on the conference table was almost too much to bear.
"Ya, know, Chris," he spoke up. "It may have been his idea, but I’m the one that actually drove the car!"
Chris paused and looked over at Buck, breathing hard. Looking back down at Vin, he asked, "You didn’t have the guts to drive it yourself?"
Vin shook his head, saying, "Uh uh."
"Buck, get up here," Chris ordered.
Buck dropped his pants, taking them and his boots off at the same time. Chris didn’t think he’d ever seen Buck strip so fast. Then, before he knew it, Buck was kneeling in front of him, his dick dangling over Vin’s mouth.
"If you’re gonna come up with the idea, Vin, you better have the guts to do it yourself," Chris said, giving Buck a shove forward.
Vin could only grunt as Buck shoved his dick into his mouth and Chris shoved his deeper into his ass. The three men moved in unison, harder, faster and deeper. Their combined moans and groans seemed to echo in the large conference room, so much so that no one noticed the sudden cracking sound that began to emanate from the table below them.
"Oh, shit!" Vin cried out, trying to shove the two men off of him as he finally felt the table start to give.
Chris managed to pull out and back off the table in time to see it collapse, with Buck and Vin still on it.
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Come morning, Ezra strolled into the office. He saw Nathan and Josiah standing by the conference room door, watching and pointing to something. Curious, he went over to see what was up.
"What’s going on?" he asked.
"Table broke," Nathan replied. He motioned to the maintenance men inside the room removing the legs from the large conference table. "Maintenance is taking it out. They gotta take the legs off just to get it out the door."
"Looks like it just cracked down the middle," Josiah put in.
"Wonder how that happened?" Ezra mused. "Last ones in here were Chris, Buck and Vin, yesterday."
No sooner had he said that then he heard the office door open. Buck and Vin walked in. Or, in actuality, they limped in. Ezra, Josiah and Nathan rushed over to them.
"What the hell happened to you?" Nathan asked.
Vin winced and rubbed his back as he eased himself into his desk chair. He looked at Buck, whose black eye shone brightly.
"Chris got a little outta control," Buck replied.
"Ain’t nothin’ we didn’t deserve, though," Vin added.
"Damn straight," Chris spoke up as he walked in the door. "And you two get to explain the cost of a new table to Travis when he sees it on this quarter’s budget!" he added as he headed to his office, trying not to smile.
THE END