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Disclaimer: They're rustled. Catch me if you can.
Comments: PWP - on the kinky side.
"You do WHAT with them?" Vin demanded, his blue eyes wide. He sat up in bed, scooting away from Chris."Well, I never done it neither, but Ezra said that it's ...." Chris searched for the word. "..An 'incomparable' experience."
"What the HELL does he mean by that? And you believed him?" Vin shook his head, looking toward his clothes. It looked like Vin was about to bolt. Chris's hand shot out and he grasped Vin's arm, just able to reach him from across the wide bed where he sat as naked as Vin. Vin's eyes still stared at Chris's other hand, suspicious disbelief written on his face.
In his hand Chris held a long string of ivory beads on a silk cord. The warm-looking, smooth spheres were a series of tapering beads, graduated from the size of the end of a finger up to three of them approximately an inch in diameter. Knots in the cord kept the beads separated by about a half an inch each. The whole string was about a foot long, with the scarlet cord ending in a brass ring large enough to loop a finger through.
"I even asked Josiah about 'em and he just grinned that crazy grin he gets," Chris said. "Must be somethin' to it." He dangled them by one finger crooked through the ring. They spun and danced in the late afternoon half-light of the cabin, obscene jewelry of debauchery.
Vin Tanner stared at the beads with a mixture of shock and curiosity, as his partner and lover, Chris Larabee, sprawled on their ticking mattress. They had escaped town for a Friday night at Chris's cabin, after a tense week of peacekeeping in town with cattlemen and sheepherders arguing over water rights, and a trial for horsethieving. The two regulators had been too busy to steal any time together, at least not more than a couple of quick kisses in the bathhouse, and that had been just a few hours before.
Finally, they had their time alone, and now, Chris had surprised Vin with something new.
"What devil whispered in your ear and told you we should try *this*?" Vin demanded, the words outraged, but the tone decidedly fascinated in spite of himself.
Chris smiled slowly, a wicked smile Vin knew all too well. It was the same one he had worn when he had presented Vin with a silk blindfold and some big fluffy feathers like ladies wore on their hats. And then there was the time he had pulled out strips of soft deerskin from under the pillow and used them to tie Vin spreadeagled on the bed while he poured honey all over his....
"Looks like some part of you likes the idea --" Chris said, and let the end of the string of beads swing down to bounce against the tip of Vin's cock as it hardened visibly.
Vin glared down at the treacherous appendage. "I was thinkin' about them feathers. I *liked* the feathers... But you didn't try to poke 'em in my ass..."
"You usually like what I poke in your ass." Chris crawled up on the bed toward his reluctant partner. "You ain't goin' chicken on me, are you?"
"Aw, don't start that shit, neither," Vin snapped, edging away in spite of Chris's hand on his arm. Chris was stretched out on the bed now, his lanky body sprawling toward Vin. His expression was all mischief and sin, and he licked his lips slowly as he lowered his head toward Vin's groin and his now-completely traitorous erection.
"You want to do it to me?" Chris asked, his eyes raised to Vin as he flicked his tongue across the rosy, moist tip of the crown that now rested against his lower lip.
"You'd let me..." Vin reached for the beads, curious now. "Put these in you?" As Vin leaned, it pushed his cock against Chris's mouth. So Chris opened to take it in with a long, slow suck.
To answer, Chris nodded, letting the movement of his mouth accent his reply, then he said, "Ummmm-hmmmm" onto Vin's hard flesh, and the vibrations brought a groan of rising excitement to the long-haired tracker. He looked down at the shaggy blond head that bobbed over him, revelling in the sensations of suction and pressure as Chris toyed with him, using only his lips, tongue and teeth.
Vin seemed to be thinking -- as best he could with what Chris was doing to him --about the string of ivory beads he now held in his hand. He closed his hand around them, and pulled them slowly through his clenched fist, feeling the bumpy variations as he pulled them out. His expression took on an intrigued smile and he slumped back against the rough-hewn log headrail of the bed as Chris's mouth continued its magic on him.
"You keep goin', there, pard, and I -- I -- ain't gonna -- last -- to put nothin' noplace--" Vin stammered, his breathing ragged and his body involuntarily thrusting toward the man with his head between his legs. Chris slowed his rhythm, and Vin moaned softly in regret and relief. "Damn, you're good, Larabee," he murmured, letting his fingers play through the soft blond hair.
Chris raised his head, letting the rigid member slip from between his sensuously curved lips. He kissed the inside of Vin's thigh, ending with a teasing nip at the tender skin at the junction of his leg and groin.
"Well?" Chris whispered and kissed the tip of Vin's still- twitching cock. Chris writhed against the quilt, pleasurably rubbing himself as he enjoyed burrowing his face against Vin's crotch, drinking in the scent, the taste, and the heat of his partner.
"Reckon we better grease 'em up, then," Vin said and reached for the round tin of lanolin on the oak table beside the bed near Chris's gunbelt. His own hung safely within reach from the headrail of the bed. Vin wondered if it was security that made him keep the sawed-off Winchester in reach, or the idea that one day Chris would think up somethin' truly strange to do in bed, and Vin would just have to shoot him. Of course, so far all the weird stunts Chris had thought up had felt *real* good...
Chris rolled over, and Vin could see that he was hard and ready, the thick Larabee meat already swollen and scarlet, the foreskin moist and sliding back. Vin smeared the lubricant on the beads, until they dangled wetly, twisting snakelike Vin's hand.
"Damn, you love these crazy things you think up, don'cha?"
Chris shrugged, still smiling as his hand found himself. He began stroking slowly as he watched Vin prepare the string of beads. "You know me -- ain't never had anyone who made me cut loose like you do-- you make me crazy, Vin." He shrugged with quick hitch of his shoulders. "Just can't get enough." He kept jacking himself, his eyes fixed on Vin's face, his features tightening with the pleasure. Vin wondered -- seemed like at times like this, it was almost as if just looking at him made Chris hot and horny, the way those changeable blue-grey eyes drank him in. Vin chuckled softly and leaned over to kiss him, wet and deep. "I think you're just crazy," Vin said, "And the only ones gonna put up with it are me and your horse..."
"I don't wanna fuck my horse," Chris said and pulled him down into another long hot kiss. He growled low in his throat as his hand's pumping sped up then slowed again as he made himself even more ready for what Vin was about to do.
"Roll over," Vin ordered, and Chris complied, once more squirming against the covers to both position himself comfortably and excite himself further. Then Chris levered himself up part way onto his knees, offering up his hard, sleek ass. He looked back expectantly toward Vin, a shock of blond hair falling over his eyes and that wicked smile transforming his face once more.
Vin crawled around behind Chris, caressing those rounded taut cheeks with his free hand. He slipped his fingers down the crack toward Chris's hanging balls and cock, playing with him, deliberately prolonging this experience.
Chris wanted it, but he wasn't going to get it fast, Vin decided. He let his greasy fingers tickle and toy with him. Vin filled his hand with his furry pouch, fondling it gently, caressing the firm testicles, rolling his balls between his fingers, sending shivvers of pleasure through the rawhide-tight body he loved so much. With his thumb and forefinger, he followed the ridge between the base of Chris's thick cock and his sac, making Chris gasp and plead, "Aw, Vin, come on --"
Chris shifted restlessly like a horse waiting to be covered. He thrust himself back a little more as Vin played it out, sighing as finally Vin let his fingers trail back to the dark, puckered opening that pulsed as it was touched.
Vin caressed the opening that he knew so well, tenderly rimming it with his slick finger, before pushing inward slightly. Chris was relaxed and ready, and needed no priming, so he pressed the first, largest bead gently against the opening. Chris deliberately flexed himself, and the bead slipped in. Chris made a small, low sound and said, "More," so Vin repeated with the second bead on the string, then the others, each one easier than the one before.
As Vin pressed the last of the beads into Chris, leaving only the red cord and the ring hanging provocatively, Chris grunted and wriggled a bit, as if he was uncomfortable. He had broken into a sweat, his breathing sharp and desperate.
"You hurtin'?" Vin asked, moving to pull Chris into his arms. Chris shook his head. "Uh-uh," he murmured, as if unable to say more. "G-good..."
Chris's eyes were dark and dilated with desire, his expression almost feral. Vin stared at him, smiling at the idea that he was so excited, so aroused by what was happening that he was utterly, mindlessly animalistic. Chris covered Vin's mouth with his own in a powerful, devouring kiss. He seemed unable to get enough of feeling Vin's flesh against him, pressing his chest again Vin's, his hands travelling over Vin's hard muscles and skin like nimble wild critters.
"Vin," Chris moaned, "Oh, god, Vin, you got to do something..."
Vin grinned, loving the idea that Chris was driven to this. The controlled, tight-reined Larabee was dissolving into a panting, raving animal. He kissed Chris again, biting and savaging his lips and mouth, the idea of what was happening making him as hot as what they were doing.
In a surge of demanding passion, Vin pulled Chris hard against him, trapping him in his arms thrusting at him, feeling his cock slide between them. Chris met him frantically, hands and mouth questing and seeking more and more from Vin until they were both wild.
"Want it now." Chris's voice was husky with need.
Vin reached for Chris's cock between their bodies. "Let's just do it this way for the first time," he said, his own voice hoarse with desire. "I'll jerk you off so I can pull 'em when you come..."
Chris nodded, letting Vin push him up onto his knees and position him in front, like he was before. From behind and around his hips, Vin reached for him. His hand was still slick enough, so he began to pump him. Chris leaned forward on his arms, legs spread, just letting Vin do him. As he did, Vin tugged a little on the cord, and felt Chris clamp down tightly on it. Vin continued to stroke Chris, keeping his rhythm steady, knowing the slowness was making Chris even more insane with need -- he was shaking, his head back, his body shiny with sweat, and the sight of that itself made Vin want to come.
"Faster?" Vin whispered and intensified his moves. Chris sobbed an answer, bucking backward at him more. "Tell me when ..."
"S-s-soon--"
Vin's own cock was so hard he thought he was going to let go from just the light friction of Chris's body writhing and bucking against him. All he could think of was that moment when he pulled the beads free, and could shove himself into that hot, tight hole and come until there was no tomorrow....
Vin tugged harder on the cord, feeling the first beads of the string pop out, accompanied by a groan from Chris that came from deep inside him, and a "yeaaahhh....." Vin kept pumping him with his hand, feeling his body get harder and tighter as Chris was on the verge. Vin tugged again, feeling the resistance of the larger beads against his opening, then the give, and another groan of passion.
"Now --" Chris gasped, and Vin pulled, feeling the vibrating jerking as the last, largest beads pulled free one at a time in quick succession .... And Chris exploded in ecstasy, a cry torn from him as he came in a shuddering, sobbing climax that left him moaning with the force of it.
"My turn -- Gonna take you," Vin growled, tossing the string of beads aside and thrust himself into the slick, twitching opening. He went deep in one long, greasy stroke, and had to freeze, hunched over Chris's ass for a moment to keep from coming instantly. It felt like Chris was sucking him in as he clamped his powerful muscles around him and Vin knew he would not take long. To Vin it felt like Chris had just kept coming and coming as he spasmed around him.
Vin pulled back, and Chris groaned, "Oh, yeah....oh, god, Vin...yeah...." Vin pumped hard at him, feeling the long hot plunges all the way to his spine. His balls were burning as the lightning built inside. Vin arched his body and slammed his hips against Chris's ass, thrusting to the root of him -- unable to control himself, unable to think if he was hurting Chris, if he was in pain himself, unable to do anything but shoot himself deep in a white-hot, searing explosion. A primal cry ripped from his throat, and it was Chris's name.
Together they collapsed, Vin still impaling Chris, their bodies sweaty and shaking, both of them moaning and gasping on the rumpled, soggy quilt. They lay like that for several minutes, helplessly satiated in a tangle of sticky limbs and wet hair.
"Goddamn," Chris mumbled into the pillow. "I think I shot my balls out my ass when I came," he said.
Vin laughed, his mouth loose and wet against Chris's back. "I tried to plug you up," Vin said, muffled against his slick skin.
Chris snickered. "Thanks for tryin'."
Vin slapped one sweaty ass cheek. "Any time, pard." He heaved himself up to withdraw from Chris. It brought a soft groan from both of them that dissolved into boyish, sniggering laughter.
"Reckon there's something to be said for them beads," Vin said, letting himself fall over on his side alongside Chris. "Thank Ezra for me."
"He's a de-generate bastard," Chris said, "Knowin' about these things."
Vin raised his head and eyed Chris, whose self-righteous expression didn't last more than a couple seconds before it returned to that bad-boy grin.
"And what's that say for you, tryin' 'em?"
"Says next time it's your turn," and Chris leaned in to kiss him again, letting Vin shift closer and settle deeper into his arms.
"Bet Josiah would think we're all a bunch of de-generates," Vin said. "Bet we're gonna roast in hell."
Chris yawned. "Then he'll be with us. He's the one who gave Ezra the beads."
They were silent for a moment, then Vin asked, "What's next?"
Chris shrugged drowsily against him. He mumbled something then a moment later Vin realized he was already asleep.
That something worried him a little. It had sounded a lot like "Josiah wants to watch...."
THE END
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