Cranberry Sauce
and Stuffing
With help from my pard Bishonen-Chan, Master of "details"!
ATF Universe
Disclaimer: They're still not mine, damn it!
Comments: Special thank you to Tracy....my beta pard!!
Chris Larabee gave a final wave to the cars disappearing out of the ranch yard and down the road into the late afternoon twilight. He closed and locked the front door with a weary sigh of relief. It had been a good Thanksgiving Day after all.Initially, he had mixed feelings when he and Vin Tanner somehow became hosts for Team Seven and their extended family for the holiday. This year, when it had become painfully obvious that no one on the team had plans or a place to go, somehow Chris had been talked into playing host. He had yet to figure out how -- he thought it had happened while he was gone for a meeting and had returned to discover Vin already making plans with Buck and JD about who should bring what food. Ezra had informed him that he would be selecting and providing the wine, one that would be compatible with the turkey Chris and Vin would be baking.
There had been just a second when he had walked into all this planning, when Vin's eyes had locked with his, and he saw a flash of desperate hope in the sharpshooter's blue eyes. And in that moment Chris had agreed to whatever they were planning -- in this case a turkey and all the fixings, friends and football -- just like a real holiday.
Since his wife and son had died, holidays held no special meaning for him. That was until Vin Tanner entered his life. Last Thanksgiving was spent home alone with Vin, their first as lovers. It had been the happiest Chris had spent since the loss of his family.
Walking back into the kitchen, he smiled as he watched Vin rummaging around, trying to find containers for the leftovers. The lanky, long-haired sharpshooter had worked his tail off yesterday and all day today, showing a surprisingly organized, domestic side, and seemed to be having a good time at it, too. When they had teased him about it during dinner, Vin had only grinned in that lopsided, embarrassed way he had and shrugged. "Pulled a lot 'o 'KP' in the Rangers," was his explanation.
"Damn, we've got enough mashed sweet potatoes for a week! Next year, let's put Buck and JD on dessert. Rather have leftover pie than veggies," Vin said while stacking the container in the already crammed-full refrigerator. "Guess we're eating turkey tomorrow, huh Cowboy?"
Chris chuckled, just watching Vin juggling all the little plastic containers.
Then he noticed a smear of cranberry sauce on Vin's throat, a small, inviting streak of dark pink against tanned skin. "And some of those sweet potatoes too. Hope you left some pie for us, pard." He licked his lips, but it was not the pie he was thinking about. Standing across the kitchen, he watched as Vin bent over to look in the cabinets for more plastic containers, appreciating the snug pull of Vin's faded blue jeans over the hard round cheeks of his ass.
"Real funny, Larabee," he drawled. "No, I didn't eat it all...besides, Nettie sent us two extra pies. A pumpkin and an apple. Reckon she felt bad not being with us. She always does that nursing home thing, though." Vin stopped his clean up, as he realized Chris was watching him. "You just gonna stand there and admire the view, or you gonna help?"
Chris grinned, knowing he was not fooling Vin. Pushing away from the wall, Chris adjusted the growing bulge in his pants and moved towards him. "Hey..."
"Wait, want to get the rest of the glasses in the den," Vin said as he avoided Chris and his telltale bulge by heading for the den to pick up stray glasses. At Chris's low snort of frustration, Vin shot him a sly look as he passed.
Vin enjoyed playing cat and mouse with Chris and the sex was always better when he did. Chris knew it, Vin knew he knew it, but Chris hated this part of it -- even knowing the payoff was worth it.
"Vin, we can leave it till tomorrow," Chris said as he followed Vin into the den, licking his lips as he thought about sampling that cranberry sauce. Chris leaned on the door jamb, his thumbs hooked in his waistband over his unbuckled belt. His hands casually framed the bulging front of his jeans.
"No way, Cowboy." Vin was hiding a grin as he carried the wineglasses and empty beer bottles to the kitchen. "Let's get this done so we can enjoy tomorrow." Vin could feel his own body starting to react to the sexual tension stemming from Chris. It wouldn't be long before he would have to give in.
"We could enjoy today, too--" Chris said as Vin tossed a few more empties into the recycle bin and handed him two more wine glasses to load into the dishwasher. Waiting for Vin, he leaned back against the counter, a hungry look in his eyes.
"Come on, Chris. Let's just get this finished." Vin side stepped Chris's advance, but managed to brush up against the blond.
Chris shook his head, and Vin could tell his temper starting to rise. He heard Chris mumble under his breath something about 'cranberry sauce' while he wrapped the left over turkey like he was 'cuffing a prisoner.
When Vin came back from the den, he noticed that almost everything was put away, except that Chris had left the bowl of cranberry sauce out. No spoon, just the small silver bowl with the tart red sauce pooled in it, sitting beside the remaining half bottle of Merlot wine Ezra had brought.
Vin stepped back into the kitchen carrying a couple of the wooden trays with munchies scattered on them. "Here, may as well wrap this cheese, too. I think that's it for the den," Vin said as he headed back out to be sure. He had to stop from chuckling out loud at the glare he 'felt' aimed at his back.
Apparently, that was the final straw, and Chris couldn't believe that Vin was still fussing over cleanup. "You been watchin' Martha Stewart, Vin? Or taking etiquette lessons from Ezra?" Chris walked toward the doorway to the den, his temper was simmering with his rising level of frustration.
Vin chuckled and was about to cave in when Chris interrupted.
"I ain't figured something out since this whole thing began -- since when do you give a damn about a holiday anyway?" Chris said, moving to intercept Vin on his return from the almost-cleared dining table.
Vin stopped and looked Chris right in the eye. "Since spending them here, with you, in your home." He closed the distance between them, his blue eyes boring into Chris. Vin licked his own lips as his eyes raked up and down Chris's body. Just when Chris thought Vin was going to blow up for questioning him, that lop-sided, quirky smile cut across his face. "Martha Stewart... real funny, Larabee."
Chris relaxed and smiled, his eyes fixing once again on the bright red smear on Vin's throat. Slowly he brought a hand up and ran it through Vin's hair. He encircled Vin's body with the other and pulled him close.
"I'm still hungry. Want to show me what else Martha taught you to cook?"
Vin ran his hands down Chris's lean back and cupped the firm buttocks, "Ain't Martha that taught me what I'm gonna show you." He grabbed Chris's head and pulled him into a kiss, letting his hands ruffle the blond hair and massage behind his ears while his tongue explored Chris's mouth.
They both savored the moment, using their hands to feel and stroke each other's bodies. Chris broke the contact with a soft groan, his erection straining painfully against the fabric of his jeans. "Let's take this into the bedroom. Might be some leftovers in there you missed."
Vin headed into the bedroom, while Chris detoured into the kitchen, grabbed a tray, piling a couple things onto it that he decided would make a good 'snack', and switched off the lights as he made his way back down the hall to the bedroom.
When Chris walked in, Vin was already stripped and lying in the bed. He set the towel-covered tray on the bedside table, and picked up the wine bottle. "Tired of bein' so civilized," he said, and took a swig. Vin grinned as Chris handed it to him, and watched as Chris peeled away his shoes and socks, black jeans, and the maroon Oxford shirt he wore.
Chris grabbed Vin and pulled him close. He maneuvered so he was on top. Smiling, he teased a nipple with his finger, "I could go for some more cranberry sauce."
"What?" Vin looked up at him, incomprehension clear on his handsome face.
"Mmmmm...see some now..." Chris licked at the smear on Vin's throat, then bit into the soft flesh. He nibbled his was down to bite and suck at Vin's collarbone. Working lower, he used his tongue to tease a nipple. Using just enough pressure to arouse, Chris closed his teeth around the nub and pulled.
Vin's body arched and he moaned softly under the assault. Enjoying the pleasure of Chris's hands and mouth on his body, he closed his eyes.
Chris glanced up, saw Vin's eyes closed in pleasure, and he smiled. He reached to the table, under the kitchen towel that covered the tray and came up with a double finger full of cranberry sauce. It was still a little cold, and when Chris dribbled some onto Vin's nipples, it was met with a gasp of shock. Looking up, Chris's gaze met Vin's surprised blue eyes that immediately closed lazily again at the sensations.
Chris sucked the tart sweetness from Vin's nipples and continued to kiss and bite his way down Vin's torso, trailing the dark sticky sauce onto his skin, then following with his tongue, all the way down the happy trail of soft brown hair.
Chris reached for another helping of the sauce, and Chris coated Vin's cock, eliciting another soft sound of pleasure from Vin.
"I heard you gotta baste the meat to keep it tender --" Vin murmured, watching as Chris's head bent over his shaft, his mouth sucking off the sweet sauce as his hand spread it on.
He ran his tongue along the length of Vin's erection then swirled it over the tip. Gripping the base firmly with one hand, he fondled the plum-shaped balls with the other, his sticky fingers adding to the stimulation. He ran his hand up and down the shaft, occasionally leaning in to kiss or bite at the soft flesh of Vin's abdomen, licking at a spot of pink here and there that he had missed.
As Chris reached for the lube on the bedside table, Vin grabbed his arms, twisted out from underneath and positioned himself on top. Chris did not resist, letting Vin manhandle him to this new position, on his back. "Now...what was that about Martha Stewart?"
Chris chuckled. "Just wonderin' what she's been teachin' you, pard."
"Don't think ol' Martha can teach me anything about 'this'," Vin said, and grasped Chris's cock, pumping it several times, making Chris arch against him with a choked cry of pleasure. Vin stopped, backing off a little and dismounting, then pushing Chris's legs apart so he could kneel between. He pulled Chris's knees up, giving him access to Chris's balls, scrotum, and the dark, tight ring that was his entrance.
Vin took the lube from Chris's hand and squeezed out a generous amount. While one hand stroked Chris's penis and fondled his balls, he coated two fingers and slid them into Chris's willing body. Pushing in and scissoring them, he stretched the delicate opening as Chris writhed under his touch, his hands clawing at the sheets. When he was sure Chris was ready, he removed his fingers and squeezed more lube into his hands. He ran his hands over his erection then leaned down to kiss Chris, deep and hard. Breaking the kiss, he commanded, "Straddle me."
Silently, just smiling, Chris sat up, then got up on his knees as Vin laid down. While Vin settled himself, Chris took another swig from the wine bottle. Vin declined with a shake of his head that tousled his dark hair even more. For a moment, Chris simply knelt over him, letting himself appreciate the lean, muscular body with the long, tapering cock, laying hard and ready on his flat belly, shiny with the lube.
Chris slowly mounted Vin, rising up on his knees so Vin could position himself. When he felt Vin's strong hands on his hips, he slowly lowered his body onto the waiting shaft. The tip pressed against him, and Chris groaned softly at the slight pain as Vin's hardness breached his entrance, forcing him to expand and take him in as Vin guided him downward. Chris threw his head back and closed his eyes as he was slowly impaled by Vin's length.
Vin waited till Chris's body relaxed. Once he was sure that his partner was ready, Vin moved his hands to Chris's arms. Slowly, with deliberate strokes, he ran his fingers up and down the strong muscles, savoring the feel, a mixture of satin and steel. He sat up, pulling Chris forward until he was almost lying on his chest, so he could lightly nibble along one firm bicep, until he reached the tender inner elbow. He sucked and bit at the softer flesh, feeling Chris shiver with the sensation. Grasping both of Chris's hands with his, Vin asked, "You ready to ride, Cowboy?"
Chris maneuvered to kiss Vin, "Sure am."
The slow and gentle handling surprised Chris. He had thought that Vin would be more aggressive, wilder than he was, like they usually were when they started out playfully.
Holding Chris's hands, Vin started to buck his hips, sliding his hardness in and out of Chris. Chris put more weight on his knees and used Vin's additional arm strength to begin to rise up and down in time with Vin's thrusts. Soon both men were breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat on their bodies.
Vin found Chris's prostrate and continued to hit the magic spot. Chris's head was thrown back like he was almost there. He tried to free his hands from Vin's but Vin wouldn't let go, instead holding him from touching himself while Vin repeatedly, deliberately thrust against his prostate, while the hip movements slapped his erection against his belly. When it seemed Chris could not take any more, Vin freed his hands, and reached to the bowl of cranberry sauce for a scoop. Chris watched him, his eyes narrowed in a combination of curiosity and passion as he continued work himself on Vin's shaft.
Vin grinned, and slathered the cranberry sauce on Chris's thick meat, then took his hand and together they wrapped their hand around it and began to stroke him in time with the thrusting of their hips. Their eyes were locked, and both men were panting with effort and need as their actions became harder and more demanding.
"Soon," Chris moaned and Vin whispered back, "Me, too, soon."
It was Vin who rasped, "Oh, yeah--!" and his body shuddered and thrust upward as he came. Chris ground his ass onto Vin, and in that moment, Vin's hand clutching his cock hit the sweet spot that sent him over. Chris felt it from deep in his balls as his orgasm overtook him and he erupted in a white fountain all over Vin's chest and belly.
Chris collapsed onto Vin's sticky chest, face down into the crook of his neck. They lay like that for a couple minutes, panting, exhausted, and satiated. Finally, when Chris sat up, Vin's softened member slipped from his body. Chris groaned as he unlimbered his legs and rolled off Vin to lie beside him on the now-sweat soaked and cranberry stained bedspread.
"Damn," Chris said, glancing over at Vin.
Vin nodded in agreement. "Hot damn."
"Martha didn't teach you that," Chris said with a laugh.
"Original recipe," Vin replied, and sat up. He leaned over and kissed Chris softly before he rolled off the bed, heading for the bathroom. Chris watched him go, unable to stop smiling.
Vin returned with a wet wash cloth and a towel. He wiped the sticky mess from Chris's body then his own, and Chris just lay there letting him, enjoying the attention and feel of Vin's hands on him. Instead of getting up again, Vin tossed the soiled terrycloth wad at the bathroom door, and pulled back the covers to the clean sheets underneath the messy spread. Chris slipped under on his side, pulling the covers up across both of them.
Chris pulled Vin to him, a satisfied grin on his face. Vin settled in, his head on Chris's chest. "Ya know, Cowboy, I meant what I said before."
Chris turned his head, trying to see Vin's face. "About what?"
"Holidays," Vin said, then kissed Chris's chest. "Didn't mean a damn thing to me before you. Just a day to kill time, or a shift to work to let some other fella have the day off. Now it's different." His voice was huskier as he added, "Because of you. I've got a lot to be thankful for."
Chris tightened his grip on his partner, "Me too pard. Me too." Impulsively, he kissed the top of Vin's head, "More than just cranberry sauce, y'know."
"Yep." Then Vin smiled against Chris's chest, "So, Cowboy, what do want to serve with the meat as a side dish for Christmas?"
The end
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