Chris added another log to the fire then dusted his hands off on his dark colored jeans. Glancing over at the window and the darkness that lay beyond, the gunslinger turned peacekeeper listened closely to the sounds coming from outside his small cabin. The steady beat of the rain against the roof had been a constant background noise for hours. He couldn't complain though. The town needed the life giving water and it didn't really bother him, being dry and warm in his home. But there was one who probably did have cause to complain even though he never would.
Stepping over to the door, Chris picked up an old, metal oil lamp on his way out onto the porch. Hanging it from a nail overhead, he leaned against a post supporting the roof and stared out through the curtain of silver rain illuminated by the flickering light. He could hear the footfalls much clearer now; a horse's heavy, plodding steps through water filled puddles and the squelch of oozing mud. It was a bad night to be out riding but the man had said two or three days, not two or four. And the man was always true to his word, no matter what it cost him.
A dark shadow moved into the yard and a pair of large eyes gleamed in the farthest rays of the lamp. Within moments the horse and its rider were within the circle of light and Chris was looking up at rain a soaked Vin Tanner.
"Lord, Vin. What is it with you and water?"
Receiving nothing more than a glare in response, Chris reached up and unhooked the lamp then handed it over to the dripping rider. "Dry grain sacks in the barn. Tend to your horse then come back and get dried off yourself. I'll put the pot of soup back on the stove and have it hot for you."
Again his words were met by silence but he was rewarded by a grateful nod of the slouch brimmed hat. Watching a moment longer as the horse and rider turned toward the barn, Chris allowed a slight smile to lift one corner of his mouth.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Vin pulled the blanket a little tighter about his shoulders as he finished his third bowel of the rich, meaty soup. He was finally starting to feel warm again thanks to the hot food and coffee served to him by his friend. It almost made the long ride through the rain worth the discomfort. Scraping his spoon across the bottom of the bowl, the young man scooped up the last bit of beef and shoveled it into his mouth. So tender, he almost didn't have to chew it. Sighing with contentment, he closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. He heard Chris stand and move across the room towards him so he quickly forced himself back to alertness. Looking up, he saw the blond gunslinger standing over him with the battered coffeepot in one hand and a half-filled bottle of whisky in the other.
"Something to wash that down with?"
Nodding his head, Vin pushed his metal cup closer and watched as it was filled with the dark, steaming liquid. Room was left for a generous amount of the alcohol and the tracker felt the first stirrings of unease since he'd entered Chris' home.
"Don't know as I needed that much to wash your soup down. It didn't taste all that bad."
Chris shrugged his shoulders and took a seat on the opposite side of the small table, pouring himself a shot of the amber liquid as well. "Just help warm you up, get you a little relaxed."
The cup halted in mid-air as Vin's feelings of unease suddenly increased. Licking his lips, he slowly put the cup back down on the table and pulled the blanket a little tighter about his naked body. If Chris noticed the reaction garnered by his words he gave no sign of it, keeping his head bowed over his own cup of whisky.
"Reckon I'm as relaxed as I need to be."
Chris did look up at that and his normally cool green eyes flashed with a heat that sent a shiver up Vin's spine. "Reckon a little drink wouldn't do you no harm."
Clenching his jaw in stubborn refusal, Vin shook his head and pushed the cup across the table. "Just say it, Chris. You don't have to get me drunk first like I'm some trail-shy virgin."
The green eyes narrowed in contemplation as they met a pair of angry blue ones. "Alright. I got me a nice piece of roast from the butcher yesterday. Lots of good fat on it. Spent the day cooking it down and making that soup you just ate three bowels of. Got a nice little pot of grease sittin' over there by the bed." Chris nodded his head in the correct direction and Vin couldn't help looking over his shoulder to find the small, clay vessel where it sat on a stool next to the bed. "I figure if you're willing, we can put that grease to use tonight. 'If' you're willing."
Turning back to the table, Vin snatched up the tin of cooled coffee and downed half of it in one gulp. Wincing slightly at the alcohol sting, he lowered the cup and kept his eyes focused on his reflection in the dark contents as he spoke. "So. You thinking about a little game of cow and bull? I guess I know who gets to be the bull."
"Vin, you ever watch a herd of wild horses out on the plains? The lead stallion, he's like the ruler of the whole herd and all the mares belong to him. The young males, they don't get to mount the females unless they can catch one far enough away from the herd that the lead stallion can't reach them in time. That doesn't happen too often and those wild young horses have got to have some relief from the drive that nature puts in them."
Vin listened in silence to Chris' words. He knew exactly what the man was leading up to, and it wasn't like he didn't have experience with other trail riders. A man did have needs and women were just damn scarce out in the wilds. So what was it about Larabee's suggestion that was getting him riled up and defensive? Lifting the cup, the young man downed the last of the bitter brew then tossed the empty tin down on the table.
"You want me on my knees, you can come right out and ask. You don't need to liquor me up first and then toss me into your bed."
"Hell, Vin. If that was the way I wanted it I would have put the stuff in your first cup so you drank it on an empty stomach." Chris tossed back his own mouthful of whisky and then poured himself another helping. "And who said you would be the only one getting on his knees? I don't ask for what I ain't willing to give in return."
"So... why do it this way?"
"Reckon I didn't want to get punched in the face when I did ask ya. Figured a little drink might ease the way."
That got a little snort of amusement as Vin reached for the nearly empty bottle. "Kind of like grease, huh? So you offering to do the same for me?"
"Can even go first if you want."
Vin took a slow drink straight from the bottle then shook his head 'no.' "Get too sleepy afterward. Would just as soon go second."
Chris shrugged his shoulders. "That's fine. Don't have to do it on your knees either, if you don't want."
That suggestion earned him a scowl and an even firmer shake of the head. "Ain't gonna do it layin' on my back with my knees in the air like one of Buck's cheap whores."
"I got news for you pard, Buck's whores don't come cheap. He spends most of his earnings on those ladies."
"Hell, to hear him talk, they practically do him for free." Vin pushed away from the table and stood with the blanket still clutched tightly around his body.
Chris stood as well and with a chuckle, confided in the tracker the truth about their mutual friend. "Of course he says that and it's mostly true. Fact is, he feels so grateful afterward, he goes out and buys 'em nice presents to say thanks."~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Vin stood next to the bed and stared down at the blanket-covered mattress. He was aware of Chris slowly skinning out of his clothes behind him and just the thought of the smooth, muscled flesh being revealed started a churning in his sack that made him bite back a moan of desire. Feeling his cock begin to rapidly harden, the tracker dropped the blanket and eased his body onto the narrow bed. He stretched out on his stomach and a small shiver flowed through his body as the cool air touched his naked skin.
Keeping his eyes closed, he listened to Chris' movements as the man removed the last of his clothing and then step over to the bed. A sharp, clinking sound heralded the removal of the lid from the clay pot that sat on the small stool next to the bed. Vin felt his body tense in anticipation and his breath quickened in response. Knowing it was time he pushed himself to his hands and knees, spreading his legs slightly to give Chris a little more room.
The mattress shifted under the larger man's weight as he knelt behind his friend. With the small bowl clutched in one hand, Chris slowly reached out and ran the fingers of his other lightly across the tracker's hip. He felt the man jump slightly and firmed his touch into a definite caress. "You ready, Vin? Grease is going to be a mite cold."
"Well, it's not going to get any warmer sitting in the pot. Get on with it, Chris. It's been a long day."
Chris smiled, not so much at the words as the breathless hint of anticipation with which they were spoken. Dipping a finger into the smooth, white lard, he made sure to get a generous helping before reaching forward once more. A sharp, in-drawn hiss of air told him just how cold the stuff really was. Working slowly and carefully, Chris eased his finger past the tight ring of muscle and as deep as it would go into the narrow passage. The incredibly tight, incredibly hot, smooth tunnel of flesh.
Working his finger in and out, Chris felt his cock begin throbbing with anticipation. Pulling his hand away, he dipped a second finger into the grease and then eased both digits into his bed partner. A moan that could have been either pleasure or pain made him pause in mid-stroke. "Vin? You alright?"
"Yeah. S'alright."
Chris resumed his slow movements and was finally rewarded with a loosening of the muscles gripping his fingers. Knowing it was time, he dipped once more into the bowl of lard and scooped up enough to completely cover his weeping cock. Just the feel of his own hand was enough to make the man gasp in pleasure and he had to pause a moment before leaning over to set the jar carefully on the stool.
Vin was aware of each and every movement made by the other man and when he heard the jar being returned to its original place, he felt his heart beat faster in response. He was surprised to find himself actually enjoying the gentle preparation and was appreciative of Chris' skill. He wouldn't have believed it possible but he was actually eager for the man to continue. His own cock was thick with pleasure and the swollen tip glistened with pre-cum.
Positioning himself carefully, Chris balanced himself with his left hand on Vin's back while he lined up the head of his cock with his right. Pressing against the living gateway, he moved his hips forward in a slow and steady push. He found his entry much easier than he had expected and the shaft of his manhood disappeared inch by inch. Gasping with the incredible feelings coursing through his body, Chris stopped pushing when he felt the cool flesh of Vin's ass against the heat of crotch. Resting for a moment, he tried to judge the physical and mental condition of his partner.
"Vin?"
"Yeah."
"You OK?"
"Yeah."
It wasn't the most reassuring answer but Chris assumed the man would tell him to stop if it was too uncomfortable. Then again, knowing Vin... "You sure?"
"No." Vin's head was lowered to the bed and his brown hair hung down completely hiding his face. The muscles in his back were obviously tensed and judging by the breathlessness of his voice, the man was in some kind of distress.
"Look, why don't I pull out and... "
"No!" The ex-bounty hunter raised his head and shook it vigorously. Before Chris could argue, the young man raised his head again. "You got some of that grease still on your hand?"
Chris looked down at his right hand which glistened in the light from the oil lamp. "Yeah, what...?"
"Maybe you could... put it to use?"
"Vin, I said I'd let you do me. You don't have to..."
"Ain't offering for you." Vin's head dropped again and Chris was surprised to feel an additional pressure squeezing his already throbbing erection. He instinctively moved his hips in response to the added pleasure and heard a soft moan in response. Suddenly he understood and smiled as he leaned forward, pressing his chest against the tracker's smooth back. Reaching around the narrow waist he grasped the hard shaft of his partner at its base and slid his hand all the way to the end.
Vin threw his head back and cried out at the welcome friction. As he felt the rough fingers start their journey back down his sensitive member, he pushed forward in an attempt to increase the pleasure. He felt Chris respond smoothly and the two men moved together, each one getting and giving pleasure to the other.
Outside the small cabin, the wind gusted and howled across the chimney opening. Heavy drops of rain pounded the cedar-shingled roof and rattled against the glass windows. In the hearth, the flames flared and danced to the tune of the storm. In the glow of the fire, the two lean-bodies glistened with a fine sheen of sweat as muscles shifted and rippled beneath the smooth flesh. As nature's fury increased, so to did their passion.
Loud, gasping breaths accompanied by moans and short cries of intense pleasure were matched by the sharp, harsh sounds of flesh meeting flesh.
"Gawd! Yes!" Vin was the first to reach his climax as he enjoyed two points of intense pleasure. He had never felt the like before and rather than fight it, he surrendered with no regrets. The muscles in his sack tightened and between one stroke and the next he felt the first wave of release. Another stroke, another spurt of cum, another spasm of such unbelievable pleasure made him cry out again, "Oh! Shit! Yeah!"
Chris was lost in the moment. It wasn't like he had expected. Wasn't at all like he had imagined it. There was nothing passive or patient about Vin. Chris wasn't just getting relief from a friend. This was...more. Each thrust forward was met with a resisting push back adding that much more to the feelings being sent straight up his cock and along his spine. He felt drunk with the sensations. While his left hand helped him balance, his right kept a firm grip on the other piece of hard flesh aching for a climax. Chris moaned as he felt the churning in his balls increase, their contents fairly boiling from the intensity.
"Gawd!" Chris yelled as he felt the muscles of Vin's channel suddenly tighten and squeeze his engorged cock. It was too much. "Oh, hell yes." Dimly he was aware of the creamy fluid mixing with the grease on his right hand as he experienced his own powerful climax. Driving his hips forward, his long, full thrusts were replaced by a rapid series of short jabs as he shot his full load deep into his partner's body.
Silence descended on the small cabin between one pounding heartbeat and the next. The wind outside died and the rain resumed its gentle, steady pattern. Inside, the dying fire crackled and hissed, shooting up a few red sparks as the remains of a log shifted and collapsed against the ash darkened stones.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Don't have to ride in with me if you don't want." Vin grabbed the horn of his saddle as he spoke and mounted with a well-practiced ease. "I just need to get a few supplies and I can check on the others at the same time. You could just wait here."
Chris adjusted his position on his own horse and pulled his black hat down a little lower over his eyes. Squinting from the bright morning sun, he pursed his lips as if given the idea careful consideration. "No, I reckon I need to pick up some things myself at the general store."
"Reckon I could do that for you." Vin nudged his horse away from the barn and turned its head in the direction of town. "Just tell me what to get."
"Thinkin about a blue shirt I saw in the window last week."
"Blue? Ain't exactly your color, is it?"
"No, but it would probably look pretty good on you."
The two men rode in silence, the only sounds the splashes of water as their horses navigated the puddles that lined the road. Chris was just beginning to regret his poor attempt at humor when the young man to his right nodded his head and finally spoke.
"Reckon I'll let ya. Saw a belt there myself that would make a good replacement for that old thing of yours."
Both men relaxed into the plodding gates of their mounts and continued their ride into town.
The End
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