This is a satirical view of my G rated fic Trail of Tears. It was done to alleviate some seriousness and have just a little fun. The premise for those who have not read Trail of Tears is that Vin has been wounded and nearly killed by a Cavalry Officer that Chris Larabee has now incarcerated in the jail cell. After that it all goes down hill <g> Chris Larabee is a very strange and upset gunfighter. Someone hurt his toy. Needless to say, swearing and maybe some naughty things may happen in this digression, but I make no promises
Buck jumped the steps to the verandah at the sound of gunfire and he burst into the room, his weapon primed and ready in his hand."Put it away Buck."
Buck followed the voice to see Chris reclining in JD's chair; his feet casually crossed on top of the desk as he blew at the smoke that trailed from the tip of his weapon.
"What'cha do, Chris?" Buck ran his fingers over his ruffled mustache as he holstered his gun and sauntered over to the jail cell. "Shit!" He exclaimed as he took in the sight of the smoking hole in the now definitely former soldier, Captain Reynolds's head. "And right between the eyes too."
"Hell, I'd be a piss poor gunfighter if I missed from here. " Chris chuckled as he lifted his feet from the desk and joined Buck at the cell to look over his handwork. "I do damn good work, don't I?"
Buck nodded in agreement, leaning on the bars as he turned to his old friend. "Maybe a bit to the right, but, damnit Chris you're the law now. Ya can't go shootin' everyone, just cause ya have a mind too."
"He hurt my chew toy Buck, no one touches my chew toy." Chris growled as he thought of Vin lying helpless in Nathan's room. Nathan; he had to put his hand on Vin to heal the tracker's wounds, the gunfighter pondered as he slipped a bullet into the empty chamber of his weapon. And then there was Josiah. Didn't Josiah have his hands all over Vin after Reynolds? Another bullet was dropped in the chamber and what about Buck? Didn't Buck help with Vin when the tracker first got shot? He continued his pondering as he reached for another bullet.
Buck watched as Chris frowned, one by one refilling the empty chamber of his weapon. "But I thought I ..."
"You thought what, Buck?" Chris stopped loading the gun to ask.
"I thought I was your special plaything," Buck blushed as he kicked at the wood floorboards. Since the pretty tracker had come along, Chris had forgotten about all those sweat-filled nights out under the stars. "I can shave my mustache if ya like 'em clean shaven now? Some say I would look like some sort of Elvis type person without my hairy lip."
"Awww," Chris soothed as he holstered his gun and stepped closer to his fretting ex-lover, "Is my little lion cub feeling left out?"
"Well, what's Vin got that I haven't?" Buck sulked.
"Nothing lion cub, nothing at all. Look, all Vin has is that long hair that I run my finger's though and grab hold of as I am riding him, pounding my meat into his hot body. And what a body! God! That body is to die for Buck. You should feel it. Agile, sleek, he can do anything, anytime and that mouth! Don't even get me started on that mouth, it sucks like an Alabama Tornado. My cock gets hard just thinking of fucking that mouth." Reaching up to caress Buck's face, Chris cupped the tear stained cheek, "See, I told you, nothing to worry about."
Placing a chaste kiss on Buck's cheek, Chris wriggled on the spot as his jeans tightened at the thought of his beautiful tracker. Moving a hand down to his now swollen groin, the gunslinger gave it a rub as he licked his lips. "Damn, I need to see Vin real bad."
Buck watched, his heart breaking as Chris ran from the room.
'You should feel it. Agile, sleek, he can do anything, anytime and that mouth!'
'It sucks like an Alabama Tornado. My cock gets hard just thinking of fucking that mouth'
Chris's words went straight to Buck's groin. Was Vin not only beautiful, but a better fuck than he was? "Damn!" He hissed as he rubbed at the material that imprisoned his swelling shaft. "If he's that good," he salivated at the thought. "I'm gonna have to get a nibble of him myself."
TWO
With Reynolds laying dead in the Four Corners jail cell and his conversation with Buck still very much on his mind, the horny gunfighter literally flew up the stairs to the healer's room.Visions of Vin prone and helpless on a bed were just too much for his denim to constrain. Not that he had any thoughts of lying with his lover, far from it. He understood that the injured tracker would need time to heal, but he was sure it wouldn't hurt to look and maybe, touch.
With his blood aflame and a rather ravenous look in his green eyes, he eagerly pushed the door to Nathan's room open. What he had been expecting to see, was certainly not what he laid his eyes upon. His beautiful chew toy, Vin, lay as naked as the day he was born with Nathan gently caressing his body with a moist cloth.
There was a cracking sound as Chris stretched his neck, his hand moving oh so subtly to his gun. "Angel, what's goin' on here?" Chris demanded of his ex-lover.
Nathan sighed as he heard the name that Chris used to shout in the heat of passion. It was not all that long ago, that he and the legendary gunfighter in the throes of desire would have tossed Vin, or which ever patient would be occupying the bed, on to the floor so that they could make mad passionate love. But those days were gone now. He was no longer Chris's Angel of mercy. He was now just Nathan.
Dark eyes turned to meet confused green, "He has a slight fever, I was cooling him down." The healer explained to the irate lover as he moved from the bed and tossed the cloth into the water bowl.
"Mmmm," Chris mumbled, distracted by his lover's unclothed body. "How is he?" He asked as he moved closer, his eyes taking in every beautiful feature.
"The wounds aren't as bad as I thought. As I have always said, I ain't no doctor. The bullet completely missed Vin. What I thought was a bullet wound was gravel rash, most likely caused when he fell to the ground."
"And the knife wound?" Chris asked as he stepped closer, watching the water from Nathan's bed bath glistening on Vin's skin.
Shaking his head, Nathan hated to admit it was wrong again. "Just a scratch. I think you'll find skin under Reynolds's fingernails, but as I said, I ain't no doctor and I also don't get paid for house calls." He huffed.
This was good news; not that Nathan had misdiagnosed, but that Vin wasn't as injured as first thought. "So he up to doing...stuff then?" Chris asked a little too eagerly as he imagined what he could do with his lover.
"Not yet," Nathan vetoed as he reached out to comfort his former lover with a more than friendly stroke of the gunfighter's shoulder. "He's still got a fever and he ain't woke up yet. I tried all sorts of.. uh..remedies to wake him." The healer couldn't hold back the smile as he remembered the 'remedies' that he had tried. He had to admit, when he stripped the tracker out of the nightshirt that Ezra had loaned him, he was more than pleasantly surprised and could now see why Chris had taken up with Vin.
A God, was the first thing that came to the healer's mind, the second was what a body. Try as he might Nathan had been unable to stop himself from reaching out and touching the beautiful skin. The tracker was worth his weight in gold.
"Can I sit with him for awhile?" Chris asked as he sat down beside his lover.
"Sit as long as you like," Nathan said as he regretfully went to leave, "But if he wakes up call me." Clearing his throat, the healer couldn't help checking out Vin's body once more. "I mean, I need to check him out, make sure everything.is still working the way it should."
"Thanks Angel," Chris seemed far away as he caressed Vin's face. "I love everything about him you know. The way he blushes when I stare at his naked body and when you plunge your shaft inside him, he's just so tight. He's the best I've ever had."
Trying to ignore being called second best, Nathan choked at the mind rendering his ex-lover had elicited. "He's," the healer wiped at the sweat that beaded his forehead as he used his other hand to push at the straining material between his legs. "That good?"
"Yep," Chris smiled as he continued to stare at his unconscious plaything. "That good."
"Well, you make sure you call me when he wakes up. You promise?" Nathan said with a 'hard' urgency.
"Sure Angel," Chris frowned, before shrugging the healer off and getting back to concentrating on his lover's bare form.
THREE
Reaching for the cloth, Chris squeezed out the extra moisture and dabbed the wet material to his lover's fevered forehead. "Come on Vin, I need my gorgeous chew toy to open his baby blues for me," the blonde gunfighter softly coaxed as he allowed his green eyes free range over the other 'finer' points of his lover's body.Using his free hand to first wipe away the drool that slipped from the corner of his mouth, Chris squirmed on the bed as his demanding member screamed for freedom from its cramped surroundings.
"I know you're hurtin' babe, but I'm hurtin real bad too." Chris whined as he grabbed at the material covering his blossoming hard on and trying to make room for the growth. "I'm hurtin' real bad."
"Not as much as some brother," a deep voice spoke.
Chris turned to see the preacher standing in the doorway, his well- worn face, sad, yet there was something just under the surface that was familiar, yet the gunfighter couldn't put a name to.
"I thought you would be at the church," Chris said as he turned back to the inert tracker.
"Indeed I was brother," the big man replied. "Prayin' to the one on high to forgive this lowly transgressor, his sins."
Josiah seemed to need to talk, but what Chris needed was to be alone to dispense the 'healing' power of 'touch'. Licking his lips at the thought, the man in straining black realized that Josiah wasn't going to leave until he had bared his soul.
"What sins would they be?" He asked a little too harshly.
Taking Chris's question as interest, Josiah made his way over to the gunfighter, trying everything in his power not to look at the naked man on the bed.
"The sin of coveting and jealousy." Josiah answered with his eyes cast downward.
"Jealousy?" Chris asked as he stood up, slipping a finger under the big man's chin and forcing him to meet his gaze. "My big Grizzly bear is jealous? Of who, Vin?"
With his voice stuck in his throat Josiah, nodded as he soaked in the touch of the skin of Chris's finger. Glancing at the still tracker from the corner of his eye, the big man couldn't help imagining where his ex-lover's finger had been. As his groin began to simmer at the delicious sight of the naked tracker, he struggled with the demon that caused him to be jealous of that finger.
"I know this is hard for you Griz, we once had something special, but it's over and it's been over a long time." Chris explained.
Sliding his arms around Josiah's waist, the gunfighter turned the big man so he was able to view the unconscious man in all his glory. "I mean, look at this from my point of view. Look at him Griz, really look at him." Chris urged.
"Look at that skin. It feels like silk under your fingers."
Josiah's examining eyes were looking.
"Noticed those lips? On your face, or on your cock, nothing short of heaven itself."
Josiah couldn't wait to be at those pearly gates.
"And that flaccid shaft, you think that it's impressive now, you should feel when it's hard and filling your body."
<Yes please lord> Josiah prayed to himself.
The word 'hard' reminded Josiah of why he was moving from one foot to the other as his semi-engorged cock was quickly losing its battle with his demons.
"I understand Chris," Josiah said sadly as he rushed to leave. He had something in urgent need of attention.
"By the way, Griz, what was this coveting you were talking about?" Chris called after the preacher.
Josiah stopped in mid step, but refused to turn around in case his yearning for the tracker would be discovered. "Oh, uh, that..... I wanted to uh....you know....er...ride....er.... mount.... but that's okay.... I can't....you'll be riding...."
"You want to ride my horse?" Chris decoded the preacher's rambling, more than a little relieved. He was beginning to think Josiah might have had some desires on his tracker. The man in black shrugged as he sat back down on the bed. "Well I guess when I'm not riding, you could jump on and see how it feels."
A smile broke the forlorn look on the preacher's face. "You mean it?" He asked a little too excitedly.
Chris couldn't see the harm, if was that important to the older man, why not? "Sure Griz, I ain't one to refuse a friend a good ride, and I know my flesh, you won't get a better ride anywhere."
Moving his hand down to lusting groin, Josiah's smile grew wider as he looked forward to taking the gunfighter up on his offer to 'ride' the tracker. Oh he knew that his ex -lover had misunderstood his true meaning, but after all, he had Chris's permission. "Thanks brother, you're a true friend."
FOUR
Still somewhat confused by his conversation with the big 'Griz', Chris shook his head as he pushed all thoughts of the preacher out of his mind. He had far more 'pressing' matters at 'hand'.Reclaiming his spot beside the still unaware tracker, Chris could resist no longer and leaned down to softly claim his lover's lips with his own. It seemed like forever since he and his love bone had been intimate. Twenty-four hours was a lifetime when you walked around with a perpetual hard on. Savoring the Texas flavor of Vin, the gunfighter shuddered as his need, urged him to take more. Probing the pliant lips apart, Chris's tongue wormed its way into Vin's mouth. It was enjoyable, but not as much fun as when Vin was able to kiss back, but as desperate as the blonde man was, he took what he could get.
"C-chris?"
Damn, Chris wanted to eat this boy alive he tasted so damn good.
"Uhem, Chris?"
As he tongue ventured around the Texan's mouth he couldn't help wishing that it wasn't his tongue that was enjoying the soft warmth, but that his stiff member was in its place. The memory of his cock playing a tune on his chew toy's tonsil's was like being there and the man in compressed black was having a hard time controlling his simmering seed.
"Chris!"
Chris's gun hand flexed as he itched to hold something as he devoured his lover's mouth. With no conscious thought and with a mind of its own, his finger's inched their way down to Vin's lonely groin.
"YO, CHRIS!"
"Wh-what?" Chris reacted as if he had been burned and quickly severed his lip and finger links with the tracker. <Damn it, can't a man find any peace around here> Turning to glare at the interloper, the gunfighter was surprised to find JD standing near the doorway.
God, JD had never wanted to be naked and unconscious, so much in his life. The thought of Chris taking him awake or unaware just went straight to his groin and Vin's gorgeous body wasn't helping matters any. "Umm, sorry Chris." He apologized as he swung his holster around so that his gun covered his awakening sex. I..um, just thought you'd like to know that me and Buck got rid of Reynolds's body. No one will ever know what happened."
Rearranging himself, Chris stood and met JD half way. "You're a good kid Jail Bait." He said as he ruffled the young sheriff's hair.
"Ain't no kid!" JD defended, blushing at Chris's private nickname for him. Lowering his eyes to deliberately spy on the bulging area around the gunfighter's groin, the young man looked up through his lashes as he stepped in closer to thier leader. "I was wondering," JD lowered his voice seductively like he had heard Vin do. "Well, seeing as Vin can't help you with certain things," he smiled. "I was wondering if there was 'anything' I could do for you? Anything!"
Chris patted the young man's head, "Now we've had this conversation before, haven't we Jail Bait. You're too young for certain man doings."
JD stamped his foot, "And I told you I ain't much younger than Vin." He pouted.
"Yes, but Vin has had more experience than you have. He has lived a different sort of life and he 'knows' how to pleasure a man." Chris tried to explain as gently as he could.
"So do I. I can shoot, I can ride and I can fuck." JD defended himself.
"Can you Jail bait? Can you suck a man's cock so that they forget their name? Can you walk so that you let everyone know what you are hiding under your buckskins? Can you latch on to a cock once a man has entered you and squeeze the juices out of him? Can you do all that, Jail Bait?"
JD admitted defeat as he looked down at Vin. "No I suppose I can't, but you could teach me." He looked hopefully back to Chris.
"Sorry Jail Bait," Chris said sadly. "My place is here, humping Vin. That's where I belong. Maybe one day, when you've grown some."
"Damn it Chris! I'm old enough to kill innocent bystanders, I'm old enough to fuck and be fucked." JD sulked as he eyes wondered back to devouring Vin's body. "Maybe," The young sheriff pondered as he licked his lips. "I could practice?"
"Practice is good JD," Chris agreed. "It's the only way to get better at something.
"So 'you' think I should 'find' someone and practice?" JD asked as he continued to stare at the oh-so available body on the bed.
"That's the way Jail Bait. Find someone that won't go blabbing on ya, someone who knows how to keep a secret. Someone that is as quiet as a grave and practice. That's what I suggest." Chris advised.
"Thanks Chris," JD's eyes came alive as he couldn't wait to try out his technique on Vin.
FIVE
Chris walked JD to the door, swatting his backside to send him on his way. About to close the door so that he and his love muscle could be alone, the gunfighter poked his head around out the door make sure they wouldn't be disturbed again. Closing the door, he waited a minute before reopening it and rechecking. Assured that he and his chew toy were at last alone, Chris closed the door for the second time.Turning his attention back to Vin, he wiped at the salty sweat that now dripped down the side of his face. The pressure to relieve the hankering he had for the tracker, and the weight from the full balls between his legs was becoming harder to carry. A low and predatory growl escaped his lips as he moved to the end of the bed.
"Vin I can't stand this much longer," he groaned as he rubbed his lover's feet.
Vin didn't move.
"You know I don't want anyone but you, but I don't know how much longer I can wait." He pleaded as stretched his reach to massage Vin's legs.
Still the tracker didn't move.
"Been so long. What can I do to bring you back?" He moaned as he moved on to the bed and found himself hovering over his lover's sleeping shaft. Being so close to heaven was more that any decent man could stand and his shaking hands reached, as he leaned in, his mouth open to .....
"And how is our patient today, Mr. Larabee?"
Chris groaned as he painfully scampered off the bed.
Chris's abrupt leap from the bed, left Vin's body uncovered to full perusal. The gambler released an audible gasp as his eyes took in every morsel of the tracker's flesh, before clearing his throat and diverting his attention
"My, he is a healthy looking specimen. If I did not know better I would swear our companion was but in slumber. How are you bearing up in these trying times Mr. Larabee?" Ezra asked as he closed the door. The gambler had only ever used the gunfighter's first name when they would knock the chips and cards from the gaming table in the hectic throes of passion. Ezra wasn't sure whether it was the memory of those passionate times with the gunfighter, or the fact he had a naked and irresistible man laying only arm lengths away, but he was suddenly feeling pretty uncomfortable around the groin area.
"I'm doing as well as can be expected," Chris frowned, looking away from Vin as he tried to temper his raging erection.
"Indeed," Ezra agreed. Gambling on Chris staying in the position he was, the gambler took his chance to get a better look and he liked what he saw. "My my my, You are a veritable Adonis." He whispered as he reached out and touched a finger to Vin's broad chest.
"Pardon?" Chris asked as he turned around.
Ezra yanked his hand back, "My hat," He lpointed toward the head ware that still adorned his cranium. "Forgot to uncover. How uncouth of me," he blushed as he dragged the hat down and covered his expanding groin.
"I remember a time that my tickle tiger, never forgot to be uncovered." Chris grinned at the fond memory of taking the naked gambler on the tables in the saloon.
"I too recollect my eagerness, and yet my fear that you would soon discover my opprobrious secret." Ezra was embarrassed, but somewhat pleased to hear his pet monogram on Chris's breath again.
"Being ticklish ain't nothing to be ashamed of and the fact you had to be naked for me to find it, was my pleasure." Chris recalled.
"Yes, but now another holds fast to your attentions." Ezra couldn't help the disappointment creeping into his voice. He had loved the wild man of the gun with such passion. But as he glanced back toward the inert tracker he couldn't help wondering what he would be like to tame the wild man of the plains.
"He's my love cookie all right," Chris smiled as he looked past Ezra to soak in the view of his lover. Well, he had just about given up being left alone long enough to do anything else.
"And most fortunate of you to select Mr. Tanner as you carnal paramour. He is sheer perfection." Realizing, that if he stayed in longer he would not be able to look his ex-lover in the face, knowing that he had yearnings for the young man in the bed, Ezra started to leave. "I will bid you a fond farewell for know Mr. Larabee. Do look after that young man. We wouldn't like anything to happen before he can experience 'all' of life's offerings."
SIX
"That's it!" Chris Larabee snarled as he snatched up a chair and jammed it against the door. "Anyone wants in, they're going to have to bust the door down." Spinning on his boots, he turned back to the tracker, the green of his eyes now deep emerald as they stared at their chew toy with unbridled passion."Mmmm." It was only a moan, but it was a sign that his lover was waking up. Never taking his eyes off his feast, Chris unbuckled his holster and let it drop to the floor. Then lifting one leg at a time he hurriedly discarded his shoes and socks. The shirt took longer as his shaking hands fumbled with the buttons and fast losing his patience Chris just ripped it off and threw the rags across the room.
"Mmm, Chr..ris?" The tracker moaned as he began to make slight body movements.
"Oh yes," Chris grinned broadly as his cock twitched in anticipation.
"Chris?" A feminine voice called from the outside the room. "Chris are you in there?"
"Damn it to hell!" Chris cursed. "If that damn female thinks she's getting in here," he growled as he stooped to the floor and pulled his gun from his dropped holster. "She's gotta another thing coming and it sure as Hell won't be me, or Vin."
"Chris, I need to see Vin for a moment." Mary's voice was full of frustrated promise. "It won't 'take' long.
"Won't take no time at all," Chris hissed under his breath as he aimed his weapon at the doorway. "Cause you're not getting in here woman!" Watching as the door rattled and the chair shook a little, he could hear Mary's heaving breathing as she tried to push open the door.
"Chris, please, I need...a....story that's it, for the paper. The story of Mr. Tanner's brave fight against the oppressive violence of today's military might." Her voice was beseeching and desperate.
Chris continued his silence as he waited. His weapon readied to meet out frontier justice to a female rustler who was threatening to take what was his. Hanging was too good for the wench.
"Chr..ris?" A plaintive voice began to call.
"Is that Vin I hear?" A hopeful voice called from outside the room.
"Damn it!" He wasn't going to be able to do anything with that shemale squawking at the door. "I did warn you Mary, I am the bad element." An evil smile crossed Chris Larabee's face as he stepped to the door to remove the chair. Taking a couple of steps back, the gunfighter trained his weapon at the doorway and waited.
"Its about time Chris Larabee." Mary berated the gunfighter as she heard the sound of her obstacle being removed. "Vin isn't your private property you know. He belongs to the town and as such he is ......."
BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!
The lovely Mary stopped in mid sentence as the bullet tore through her skin and bone to silence the opinionated voice forever.
Chris dropped the gun on the bed as he grabbed her feet and dragged the dead newspaperwoman inside. Checking her wound, he couldn't help smiling as he thought back to earlier that day. "Hah, Buck! Dead center this time."
Leaping over Mary's body to the doorway, Chris checked to make sure no one heard the shot. With the loud noises coming from the saloon, he knew he was safe. Closing the door and jamming the chair back, he dragged Mary's body to the bed and shoved underneath it.
"Lady, he is my property," he hissed in disgust.
"Chris?" Came the plaintive cry from the bed." Vin had struggled back to consciousness, feeling empty and alone. He wanted his stud muffin beside him.
The gunfighter finished undressing as he climbed on to the bed to join his now conscious lover. "Shhhh, Vin, it's alright. Chris is here now." He crooned as he place his fingers to his chew toy's lips.
Opening his lips, Vin sucked in his breath, drawing one of the fingers in to his mouth and began to suck like a baby on its mother's tit. Using his tongue, he caressed the finger like an all day sucker and was rewarded by a low moan of appreciation.
Chris went weak, as his cocked swelled to near bursting. "I missed you Chewy," the gunfighter sighed, "Oh God, and have I missed that mouth."
Reluctantly releasing his stud's finger, Vin eyes were full of pure hunger as he weakly pushed himself up onto his elbows. "Is that all ya missed Stud Muffin?"
"Damn it Vin," Chris's whole body ached for his young lover. "This is going to be quick and hard. I've missed you so much."
Vin grinned, as he turned over and pushed himself to his knees. "Ya know I like it hard cowboy. Do me!" He demanded.
Unable to resist the tracker's invitation, Chris jumped to the bed and opened the cupboard where he knew Nathan kept the oil. Coating his hands, he veritably ran back to the bed and positioned himself behind his lover's ass.
"Hurry Cowboy, hate to finish before ya get in me," Vin panted as he pushed back and impaled himself on Chris's slicked fingers.
"Ease up Pard, don't want to hurt you."
"The only way ya will hurt me, Cowboy, is if I shoot me load and yer not in me to enjoy, so work fast." Vin whined as he kept moving back and forward, fucking himself on Chris's fingers.
"Damn it Vin, this ain't fair," Chris complained, sweat dripping down his face, as he tried to restrain himself.
"NOW COWBOY NOW," Vin ordered.
That was all Chris and his rock hard cock needed. Withdrawing his fingers, he positioned his anxious shaft at Vin's entrance and slid in.
"I'm cuming home Vin, I'm cuming home," Chris cried as his cock took control and began to slam into the pliant body in front of him. "Oh Yesssssssssss."
"Harder, fuck me harder," Vin demanded with a growl as he felt himself on the edge. "Harder Chris, harder!"
Chris was like a man possessed as he withdrew his cock only to wallop it back in with as much force as he could muster. "God Vin, Oh shit." He cried as he felt his seed boiling.
Vin pushed back with matching power. "Chrissssssssss!" He shouted as his lover hit that magical spot. Just as he heard his older lover scream his name, Vin felt himself drifting away as he spilled his seed on to the sheets below.
Breathless and fucked useless, both men fell to the bed.
"I've missed you Chew." Chris whispered as he waited for his heart to slow down.
"Missed you too, Cowboy, even though I didn't know at the time. By the way, Chris, did I hear a gunshot before?"
"Nothing important love cookie, nothing important at all"
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