ATF Universe
Continued...
Good as his word, Chris met Vin at the gate and together they walked the length of the immense airport concourse. They didn't talk much, they rarely did in public. After the initial, warm hand-clasp, and an exchange of brief smiles, Chris carried Vin's duffel, while Vin carried his down-filled anorak. He had replaced his navy blue woolen watch cap on his head in anticipation of the weather outside, tugging it down firmly over his long hair.They strode casually through the long corridors and down the escalator to the tram that carried them to the main terminal. Chris was dressed in his ranch clothes -- black Levi's, sweatshirt, and boots, with a fleece-lined leather jacket and his flat-crowned cowboy hat. Vin was in jeans, sweatshirt and Levi jacket, and to look at them, no one would have suspected them of being mid-level government employees and part of a crack ATF team.
Once on board, they stood swaying next to each other, occasionally brushing elbows, but no one would have been able to tell there was any emotion beyond friendship between these two tall, lean, handsome men as they moved through the airport.
They made small talk as they rode the tram, Vin complaining about the "horses'asses from the FBI" and the prissy coordinator of the seminar who didn't know as much about the new weapons on the market as his attendees. "Waste of good time and money," was Vin's indictment of it.
"You write that up and I'll forward it," Chris said with a hitch of his shoulders and a slight smile.
"I'll get Josiah or Ezra to help me, and you got it," Vin said.
"You actually write that up," Chris said. "You might not go to another one these parties, y' know." It was not a threat, it was just a political fact. "Won't do your career much good." There was a slight touch of ironic humor in his tone, and they both knew that Vin couldn't care less about the impact on his career.
"Aw, hell, Chris," Vin said quietly. "I'd pay 'em not to send me. I can learn more about the new weapons from gun magazines and our cases than from them so-called experts." And launched into an even more detailed description of one of the screwed up days.
Chris was relieved as the tram whined to a halt and the voice announced the main terminal. "You get your luggage, I'll bring the truck around."
At the top of the escalator, they split up with hardly a word.
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Vin claimed his case from amongst the custom ski cases standing on the special ski equipment carousel against the back wall of the luggage claim area. The weapons case was housed inside a ski case, so as not to be conspicuous nor tempt anyone in baggage handling. The ski case also further protected the weapons that he could not carry on board with him without more paperwork, attention and trouble than Vin could handle.
As Vin walked out the glass sliding doors to the passenger loading area, he instantly spotted the big new RAM. "Looks just like the other one, 'ceptin' it's bigger," he said as Chris met him. "And shinier." Vin looked it over, then shot Chris the first real smile since he had landed. "You okay with gettin' a different truck? You sure loved that old one... I expected you to be ballistic over havin' to change."
"Had no choice." Chris gave him a tolerant shrug. "Sometimes change is good."
Vin unlocked the ski case and pulled the weapons case out and tossed the ski case in the back. Satisfied that the gray Kevlar case was unharmed, he opened the back door of the double cab to slide the weapons case in on the floor with his duffel. Vin reached in to feel the smooth leather surface of the bench seat, and drawled, "You been hangin' around Ezra and Buck too much..."
Chris grinned. "A little comfort never hurts. Get in."
Vin rubbed his gloved hands together. "At least it's not as cold here as Buffalo," he said. "Why can't they hold them seminars someplace like Key West."
At Chris's skeptical look, and the memory of the outcome of their last mission to Key West, Vin shrugged, "Okay, maybe ....Mobile. Or Galveston. I like Galveston. It's warm in Galveston most all the time."
Chris walked around and climbed in. They buckled up and Chris pulled out into traffic, heading for the outbound ramp to the highway. Vin was looking around the inside of the cab, and over his shoulder into the back seat. His eyes lit on the odd metal and Velcro strapped rack in the left far corner of the cab.
"What's that for?" Then realized that Chris couldn't see where he was looking, but seemed to know anyway.
"Gun case," Chris said.
Vin eyed it's odd size then nodded. "Looks like it'll fit mine."
"Hope so. Don't fit mine," Chris said and kept driving.
Vin nodded and made a small sound of approval in his throat. They rode in silence for a little while longer, but Vin's expression had relaxed and he was smiling slightly.
"Nice truck," Vin said at last.
"Thanks. Glad you like it."
"Don't hardly look used."
Chris shot him a quick glance. "Had the amenities I wanted on it."
Vin snickered. "Amenities. Now I know you been hangin' around Ezra and Buck too much."
Snow was falling harder now, and even with the dual snow tires in the back, going was slow. Chris took it easy, letting cars in when they were merging, leaving plenty of distance in traffic. The cab was chilly at first, and Vin reached down to fiddle with the controls on the heater, cranking it up to full.
Chris's hand dropped to the console, where he flipped the pair of switches nestled there. His expression was carefully neutral as he concentrated on driving.
Vin's hand lingered on the leather seat cover, his blue eyes roving the cab as he relaxed and began to settle in, now that the tension of the trip was over.
"You need to pick up anything?" Chris asked. "Cold meds, food?"
"Nope, I'm almost done with the cold," Vin said. "Nothing to worry about. I told y' I even went to doctor."
"Let me guess -- got you out of the seminar," Chris shot him a knowing grin.
Vin snickered. "Half a day. And I made sure to sneeze on that little weasel runnin' the thing, too. Now I ain't even contagious any more. No complications, nothing more than a little tickle."
"A tickle," Chris said and noticed Vin shift a little in his seat.
Vin slid his hand down between his legs and under himself, staring down skeptically as he felt around. He lifted up his hips and felt the seat again, then settled back into it, squirming slightly before he settled in. He spread his lanky legs, sitting back comfortably, but still running his hands over the sides of the leather seat.
"You're actin' like you've got more than a tickle," Chris said, trying to keep his eyes on the snowy Interstate ahead and the speeding traffic.
"Damn, Chris --" Vin shifted his hips again, "You got to be shittin' me!" as he realized that his seat was warming from within. His blue eyes were sparkling with mirth as he looked down at the console to see the two glowing indicators on the seat warmer switches
"Somethin' wrong?" Chris's lips tugged into a smile at Vin's reaction. The sharpshooter was unbuttoning his Levi jacket that he wore under his down-filled anorak, which he shrugged out of as the cab heated up and he became more comfortable. Vin still sat with his legs open, his hips slightly tilted. He laid his head back, a broad smile on his weary face under the dark blue watch cap he wore.
"Parts of me think they're in heaven," Vin said and reached down to adjust the crotch of his jeans. His body was thicker under his clothes from the long underwear he wore, but in the glow of the dashboard lights, Chris could see that the front of his jeans were full and snug from the swollen package tucked inside and he grinned with satisfaction.
Another ten mintues down the road, the snow was diminishing, the traffic was thinning out and the lanes were clearer as they made their way up in altitude onto the mountain. The traffic was speeding up a little, while Vin was getting even more restless.
"Uh, Chris," Vin said quietly. He was sitting with his head back against the headrest, and merely turned his head, his blue eyes catching the greenish glow of the dashboard lights, giving him the look of a wild animal at night. "You know that these seats are a road hazard."
Chris glanced over, and for a moment was pleasantly shocked at the sight of Vin's expression, at the change in mood from the man who had gotten off the airplane half an hour before. Vin's eyes were wide and seemed to sparkle in the dim light of the cab, reflecting passing traffic and the glowing highway lights. His mouth was slack with a gentle smile, and his expression was naked with longing like Chris had not seen since the earliest days of their relationship. He dragged the wool watch cap from his long, tousled hair, which fell around his face in soft brown waves.
Chris felt his own need tighten his gut. The heat that was radiating from under him and through the leather seat made his whole crotch ache. His balls seemed to be simmering, and his cock had hardened painfully in his snug jeans, thrusting against the tight button fly like some kind of hungry predator. He opened his legs and felt even more of the radiant warmth penetrate his groin, until he thought he would come from the heat alone.
" B'cuz if your balls and ass are feelin' like mine, your mind ain't on drivin'," Vin drawled silkily. His hand trailed down to the swollen front of his 501s, which he began to slowly unbutton, keeping his eyes on Chris.
"You pull that out and I don't think the warrantee will cover what's gonna happen to these seats," Chris's voice was hoarse as another glance revealed Vin's hand was down inside his jeans, struggling to free himself from the confines of his long underwear.
Vin snickered. "You know, I owe you somethin' for makin' me go to that rotten-ass seminar, and I'm feelin' ornery enough to pay you back right here by comin' all over in your new truck."
Chris shot him a quick look. The exits were passing faster now, and it was only ten minutes to the turnoff to the county road that led to the ranch --- another ten minutes after that, twenty if the road wasn't cleared.
"You ain't gonna just sit there and play with yourself all alone," Chris said slouching back a little in his own seat. His tone was rougher, with an edge of attitude that was familiar to them both.
"You're drivin' -- you can't stop me," Vin replied, and a sigh of relief escaped him as he pulled his long, tapering cock free of the confines of his pants. "So, pay attention to the road. Wouldn't want to ding up your new baby."
"You ain't jealous of a truck, are you?"
"I dunno," Vin said, his hand moving slowly in near-darkness. "You got these leather seats with the butt-warmers in 'em, I might figure you're plannin' on two-timin' me with that bench seat back there. What with all the amenities ...."
Chris had to laugh. "Didn't come with a special sucking attachment for the back seat. I have to install that separately." The Interstate was clear as they started up the incline toward Lookout Mountain, and Chris was able to resume the speed limit, pressing a little beyond it, then still more as he passed semis and even a snowplow. No cops, just open highway.
It was three miles to his exit, less than four minutes. He knew exactly where he was going to pull off, and exactly what he was going to do when he stopped.
"Automatic or manual?" Vin asked with a smirk.
"I was thinkin' about the Tanner Special," Chris said, his voice hoarse with need. The exit was in sight, and Vin's hand continued to move at the same, steady rate. He knew Vin wasn't trying come, because he knew the rhythm Vin used when he was doing himself. This was his lazy stroke, the one he used just to keep himself interested while he decided how he was going to do it. Whether he wanted to take it, or give it; whether he wanted to lie there on the bottom and get pounded, or ride on top until he came like a mustang stud-horse, wild and hard.
Chris took the exit fast, sliding to a stop at the top of the off ramp and whipping a left back across the bridge, out of the Interstate lights and into the darkness of the county road ahead. About a half a mile up the hill was a pasture access drive sheltered by thick pine trees. He knew the owner, knew it was private. No wind drifted the snow along here, and there was no chance of getting stuck. The truck was black, and they wouldn't be conspicuous from the road.
Vin seemed not to notice as Chris slowed and turned abruptly. Still, the sharpshooter's eyes were on him, with that cocky smile and passion-narrowed eyes.
Chris stopped, slammed it into Park and stomped on the Emergency Brake. Lights off, he left the engine running with the heaters on. Then he turned to Vin, unsnapping his seatbelt.
"Now, you ornery sonofabitch, come here." He stretched his long, lanky body across the console to grab Vin by the shoulders, covering his mouth with his in a hot, demanding kiss. Vin arched into him, thrusting his tongue into Chris's mouth, sucking and biting wildly as the two men exploded with the pent up needs of two weeks of being separated. Chris's hands clawed at Vin's shirt, gave up, and trailed down his front. While still devouring his mouth, Chris's hand pushed Vin's own out of the way, and he grasped Vin's shaft tightly enough to make him moan and gasp with the intensity. He responded by gripping the back of Chris's head, entwining his fingers in his hair.
"My balls are so hot, I need you to cool 'em off," Vin murmured, coming up for air.
"This is a big cab, but it ain't that big," Chris grinned. "Get that hot ass in the back seat, and we'll talk."
"Ain't talkin' I'm after, Larabee," Vin rasped. "I want to fuck."
"Me or you?" Chris reached under the passenger seat, leaning down between Vin's sprawled legs. He popped open a small storage drawer and pulled out a drugstore bag. In it was a small tube of lubricant. "All the amenities."
"Hey, Cowboy, while you're down there --" Vin stroked Chris's hair, shifting to open his Levi-clad legs to make more room. Chris was half-lying across his lap as he reached, so he bobbed his head downward a little more, to lick at the moist tip of Vin's cock where it lay exposed against the dark denim of his jeans.
Vin arched, squirming under him. Chris could feel the heat and the sweat coming from inside his clothes, and kneaded the outside of his pants over the bulge of his balls. Vin groaned, panting in rhythm to Chris's lapping and sucking. After another few minutes, Chris came up for air and kissed him again, levering himself back into his own seat with a grunt. "Get in back...before I throw you there."
Vin flashed him his "you and whose army" grin, but deftly climbed over the console between the front seats to the back. His hand caressed the leather bench seat and asked, "Too bad this'un doesn't heat up, too."
Chris grinned and reached past Vin to a small set of switches on the bulkhead by the light. A small red light in the switch came on. Vin tugged his Levi's and longhandles down, setting his bare ass cheeks on the seat. He made a sharp sound as his skin hit the still-cool leather. He wriggled around a little, then scooted over to make room for Chris to climb into the back in the tight space.
Chris knelt on the seat, unfastened his pants and shoved them down over his thighs, freeing up his cock. Vin leaned down to kiss its tip, then up to kiss Chris's mouth. They both rose up on their knees, belly to belly, letting their erections rub against each other. Both men's legs were confined by their pants, and the only parts of them naked were their hips. Vin peeled Chris's shirt upward, kissing his belly and up to the tight, sharp nipples puckered from the cool air.
"Let's do it," Chris demanded, his voice soft and husky.
Vin looked up at Chris and flashed him a grin. "I want you. All I could think of all week was you inside me. Every time anybody shoved a round into a chamber, every time we cleaned a weapon with a rod, I wanted you. Smearin' on gun oil, breakin' open a shotgun and shovin' in a shell -- All I kept thinking was I wanted it to be you."
Chris smiled and rested his hand on the side of Vin's neck, letting his fingers caress the broad line of his jaw rough with late-day beard. "Missed you, too. The house is cold without you." He kissed Vin gently, trailing his fingers through Vin's hair. "Hell, nothin's the same."
Vin reached up to his mouth in a kiss that was full of reassurance and relief, need and giving. It was tender and hungry and Chris met it with all the same emotions of his own that welled up inside him at his lover's lips on his. They parted and their eyes locked for a moment in a silent exchange that reaffirmed for them both everything that was between them.
Vin kissed him again. "What are we waiting for?" Vin murmured against Chris's mouth, and he felt Chris smile against his lips.
It took a moment for Vin to turn around and present himself to Chris, who caressed his tightly rounded cheeks with his callused hands before opening the little tube to slicken up his way for what they had both been waiting for. Chris reached around and with a couple of quick, juicy strokes, covered Vin's penis with the clear gel. Underneath them, through the knees of their jeans they could feel the heat of the seat warmer. Vin kicked out of his left pants leg and boot, and let his right leg dangle off the seat, spreading himself even wider. Chris backed up as far as the confines of the cab would let him, pulling Vin with him, until he was sure that Vin would have almost enough room to lie belly down. Then he mounted him, gently probing at the cleft between Vin's cheeks until he found the willing opening that awaited him.
Vin spread himself as far as their tight position on the seat would allow. He kept himself balanced by gripping the edge of the seat on his right, and handle on the door ahead of him, and turned his head to peer over his shoulder with an intense, expectant smile. Vin braced himself with his right leg, kicking aside his duffel to make room.
"Ready?" Chris asked, pressing himself into Vin, until the tight opening relaxed. Vin made a soft sound as the head of Chris's thick, hard member breached his hungry ring of muscle and slid inside.
"Oh, yeah....Chrissss," Vin moaned as the thick, hard shaft slid into him. Chris pressed down on his hips, trapping Vin's cock between his body and the leather seat, while he pulled nearly out, then slid all the way in once again. He gripped Vin's hips, making sure that each time he plunged into the hot, slick tunnel surrounding him, Vin's body ground against the warm leather of the seat. Vin gasped and moaned, writhing under Chris as he pushed and pulled his body, penetrating him deeper and harder with each thrust. Underneath Vin, the warm black leather caressed him with Chris's every stroke, until he hovered on the edge of agony and pure ecstasy.
"Chris -- I --I'm --"
"You close? Tell me you're close --" Chris whispered, leaning over him, speeding up his pace. "'Cause you're too tight and hot, Vin --" Chris's body was taut as rawhide and each stroke came harder as he slapped himself against Vin's ass cheeks, grinding at him in brutal need. "I can't -- stop --"
"Do it." Vin was breathing hard, his cock rolling and sliding under him in a sensation like he'd never known before as Chris fucked him from the back, and the warm leather seat under him was almost like live flesh, stroking him, making love to him.
Then Chris choked out a ragged cry of passion and thrust himself deep. Feeling him come, Vin deliberately clenched his muscles, to intensify Chris's orgasm, but the move triggered him and before he could stop himself, Vin was spilling himself against the black leather underneath him in an explosive rush that left him shaking and shuddering with the sensations. Chris filled him, while his cock throbbed and pulsed against the pool of his own juices against his belly and the warm leather seat.
Behind him, Chris heaved a long, shuddering sigh and pushed himself upright from where he had hunched over Vin. "Pullin' out," Chris warned him, and withdrew from the moist, still-pulsing haven of Vin's body. Vin still lay unmoving for a moment, and Chris paused, letting one hand trail over the warm curve of Vin's asscheeks. "You okay?"
"Sorry," Vin muttered, raising himself up and peering down at himself with dismay. He turned around, only to see Chris grinning at him. Vin looked down at the leather seat, and in the near-darkness, a smear of shiny liquid was visible. "I really christened your seat," Vin said, only to have Chris lean over to brush his tangled hair back and kiss him.
"One of us was bound to," Chris drawled with a sly smile. "How was it?" Chris tucked himself back into his underwear and jeans. From his back pocket, Chris produced a colored cotton kerchief. When Vin reached for it, Chris held on. Still on his knees, Chris moved closer in the suddenly smaller back seat of the cab, ignoring the moisture on the seat to reach out to dab at the sticky smear on Vin's now flaccid penis and the flat plain of his abdomen.
Vin's eyes stared at Chris, puzzled. He held his shirt up so Chris could clean up the rest of it, watching as Chris's hard, sure hands moved across his skin. When he was done, Chris reached down to wipe off the seat.
"You don't care that I creamed all over the seat?" Vin said.
Vin struggled into his jeans and shoes again. Around them the windows were completely steamed over. Nearby on the road, another vehicle whipped past, its headlights illuminating the cab in a flash of light for a moment.
"Knew it was gonna happen, soon as I saw this truck and these black leather seats." Chris leaned back, his head against the back of the seat, just watching Vin put his clothes back in order. "Knew I wanted to fuck you in it."
Vin leaned over to kiss Chris, this time slow and wet and deep, a kiss that left them both breathless. Vin nuzzled Chris's neck, and Chris ran his fingers through Vin's long hair, smoothing it down. As it always did, it made Vin sigh with pleasure. Chris rested his cheek against the top of Vin's head, letting the soft hair brush against his cheek.
"Reckon we best get on home," Chris said. "Before we get snowed in out here. Then I don't think even butt-warmin' seats'll keep you cozy." One hand dropped to Vin's ass and squeezed one cheek affectionately.
The rumble of the still-idling diesel engine was steady and reassuring. The windshield was covered, with the snow coming down a harder in thick, fluffy flakes.
After another moment, Vin sighed. "That and I'll bet there's food, too. Airline food don't cut it." As if on cue, his belly rumbled with hunger.
Chris climbed back into the front and dropped into the drivers' seat. He adjusted the defrost to blow off the fog that they had generated in the amazingly short time in the back seat, and let the wipers clear off the accumulation of snow.
Vin managed to lever himself into the passenger seat over the console, and settled himself in. He shrugged into his down anorak, and fumbled around for his watch cap and gloves. Chris waited for him to fasten his seatbelt.
Vin looked down at the seat warmer switches with their cheerfully bright little 'on' lights. "I could get used to this --"
"Ain't you afraid it will spoil you for that hunk of junk you call a Jeep?" Chris' smile was a pleased one as he said it.
"Hey, a man's gotta rough it once in a while to keep his edge," Vin said, settling back with a comfortable sigh into the toasty-warm leather. "But I reckon roughin' it can wait 'til this snow lets up."
Chris backed the truck out of the narrow lane, turned and pulled back out on to the county road that led to his ranch, still a few miles away. Ahead, they could see the blinking light of a snowplow coming their way, meaning that the road to the ranch was open up to the gate. After that, the dual snow tires would get them up to the house.
At the gate, tracks leading in and back out through the fresh snow told Chris that his neighbor, Chanu, had come over from his place a mile west to check on the horses and feed them, just in case Chris couldn't get back in tonight because of the storm. There weren't even chores to worry about, now.
A few minutes later, they pulled into the yard of the ranch. The sprawling old log house was like a holiday card, with the soft glow of the yard lights reflecting off the drifts in golden pools of light, with the whole thing as if in soft-focus from the falling snow. Chris steered toward the garage , and hit the remote control for the door, rolling the truck into the heated log building attached to the main house. He cut the engine and they sat for a moment in the silence after the door closed again, shutting out the inclement weather. Nothing outside mattered. The clock on the dash told them it was "0030". It was now Saturday, and the whole weekend stretched ahead of them.
Vin glanced over his shoulder at the bench seat. "Bed ain't gonna be the same."
Chris shook his head. "Well, I ain't gettin' black leather sheets, if that' what you're hintin' at."
They climbed out, with Vin wearily dragging his weapons case and his duffel after him. He slammed the back door with one last smirk at the back seat. "Y'know, I always figured you for the black leather type," Vin winked. " --With silver studs like that old gunbelt you keep hangin' on the bedstead."
Chris just shook his head as he unlocked the door into the mud room. "You gettin' kinky on me?"
Vin nodded to where the truck sat dripping snow and ice onto the concrete floor of the garage. He laughed softly. "Me? I ain't the one that just spent $40-grand on a sex toy."
"Fuck you, Tanner."
"Countin' on it, Cowboy," Vin said over his shoulder, flashing a cocky grin. "All weekend long, 'til you can't keep it up no more."
Chris switched off the garage light and shoved Vin Tanner ahead of him into the warm, waiting house.
The End
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