ATF Universe
Follows If the Shoe Fits
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Disclaimer Wish I did, but I don't. Trilogy Entertainment, The Mirisch Group, MGM Worldwide, CBS and TNN all have that privilege. Even if I could have one or two to keep, by the looks of things, I'd be standing at the back of a verrry long line.
Note:I'm a C/V fan, but somehow Ezra and Buck have wormed their way into my brain and now, I suppose, I'm an E/B fan, too. How do these things happen?
The elevator ride was too fast.Or too slow.
Ezra couldn't decide which, all he knew was something had happened tonight and here he stood next to the man he'd yearned for all these months. Buck. Oh Lord. Buck. It was Buck he was riding in this elevator with. It was Buck who had just kissed him, sending warm waves of desire rippling into his toes causing his knees to almost buckle. God. He looked over at the tall man who was turning the plastic hotel key over and over in his palm.
"There a...problem, Ezra?"
"Uh, no, no problem," Ezra answered, his voice wavering a little more than he'd have liked to hear.
"Y,now, if ya don't want t' be here with me..." Buck looked up then, his blue eyes gazing intently into Ezra's jade green ones.
"No. Buck. No, this is what I...that is, we do need to speak about...," Ezra stumbled.
He groaned inwardly. For the love of God, Ezra, pull yourself together.
He cleared his throat, "No, Buck. What I mean is, yes, this is what I want. What I've wanted. You are...what I...who...I want." Okay, so there it is, said and done. Out loud. Now what?
Buck held his gaze, then turned as the floor chime announced their destination. The elevator doors opened and he held out his arm.
"After you."
Ezra hesitated, smiling slightly as he passed in front of the other man. How was this happening? After all this time, how was it he was finally here, heading toward a hotel room and God knows what else with the man he'd secretly lusted after all these many months. He shook his head.
Buck steered him toward the door at the end of one long corridor. Ezra waited, somewhat nervously as he watched the plastic card slide in the lock, changing the light from red to green.
"Guess that means we're a go," Buck laughed, pushing open the door. Ezra followed slowly, his legs somehow having turned into two cement posts. He lowered himself into a chair by the window, sitting quickly before he collapsed. Lord, he was feeling faint. He rested his forehead on his hands.
"Y'now, best thing's t' put yer head 'tween yer knees."
Ezra glanced up at the remark, "Isn't that what I should be asking you to do for me?"
"Ahh, now you're relaxin'. Hell, Ezra, I was gettin' a touch worried 'bout you. Seems like you were gettin' t' be a little more stiff than usual."
"No, don't think that's been accomplished as of yet," Ezra joked, feeling somewhat more comfortable. "Could use a libation of some kind, however." He motioned to the mini-bar, now feeling in dire need of something to calm his nerves. What was it about this man that sent him into orbit? Here he was, the best undercover agent in the Denver field, nerves of steel, and now he could hardly keep himself from passing out.
Buck laughed and handed him a drink which Ezra gulped down in one shot, enjoying the slow burn as the alcohol eased its way down to his belly. He held out his glass for a refill.
Buck kneeled in front of the seated man, slowly pouring the contents from the small bottle. Ezra took a small sip, this time savouring the liquor. He looked up to find cobalt eyes peering into his own and he flinched, slamming his head into the wall behind him.
"Damn, Ezra. How'd you get to be an undercover agent being this jumpy? I ain't gonna bite you. Not yet, anyway," Buck grinned as he swallowed his own drink, then leaned forward, placing one hand on each of the chair's arms and brushed his lips quickly over the other man's. Ezra reached forward with his own arms, throwing them around Buck's neck and was surprised when he was suddenly covered with liquid.
"Jesus, that's cold," Buck yelped, shaking his head as droplets scattered from his hair.
"Sorry, Buck. I forgot I had it in my hand," Ezra apologized, then stood and brushed the ice from his pants. He looked down at the dark stain spreading onto his lap from his spilled drink.
"Y'now, if ya wanted an excuse t' take yer pants off, I know plenty. Didn't have t' throw your drink all over 'em."
"Yes, well, that wasn't my true intention. This was," Ezra said and pulled the other man toward him. He paused for a moment as he caught the widened eyes of his friend, then firmly pressed his mouth onto the other's lips. His tongue parted them, and he thrust it forward, sliding along pearl-white teeth then deep into the moist cavern.
"Ahh, Ezra. I knew this could be good," Buck whispered as he responded with a deep kiss of his own. He played his tongue lightly over Ezra's lips, enjoying the sweet taste.
"Well, then," Ezra said, pulling slightly away. "Let us think how we might make this better than just 'good'. I for one, can imagine quite a few possibilities. Actually, several suggestions are being brought forth to mind as we speak."
"Then quit speakin', professor."
The two embraced, hands removing jackets, fingers nimbly unbuttoning shirts then pulling at waistbands. Buck peeled Ezra's shirt off letting it fall to rest in a heap on the carpet. He moved to undo the belt and waist of the now stained trousers. Ezra stepped out of them and they, too, lay in a crumpled mass on top of the shirt. Ezra looked down at his piled garments.
"Uhh. Wait a minute. I can't abide not hanging these in the closet, sorry." He picked up the clothing and made his way to the other side of the room.
"Geeze, Ezra. There goes all spontaneity out th' window. Way t' kill a moment . Haven't you ever heard of passion getting the better of a situation?"
"Well, passion may be resumed, but I'm not leaving this establishment in the morning with stained *and* wrinkled clothing. Now, where were we?" He turned to find Buck standing in the same spot, looking somewhat disgruntled.
"Oh, for heaven's sake. Here, let's get you undressed, you'll feel much better," Ezra pulled down Buck's pants, then stepped back in surprise with a loud snort.
"What? You never seen boxers before?" Buck grinned, hands on hips. His white boxers had no design except the message printed in red at the fly. Ezra pointed and read aloud.
"Halt. Who goes there?" He laughed again.
Buck chuckled and slowly removed the underclothes. Ezra stopped laughing, his breath caught in his throat.
"Good heavens, Buck. You *are* a big boy." He couldn't stop staring. He just couldn't.
"You're starin' Ez."
"I know."
"Ain't nice t' stare. Didn't Maude ever teach ya that?"
"I apologize."
"Yeah? Well...yer still starin'."
"I know."
"C'mere."
Arms entwined and the two men somewhat danced toward the bed. Ezra fell back and Buck landed heavily atop him. Their lips met again, this time in a slow, wet, lingering kiss. Buck breathed in deeply, letting the scent of this man surround him, envelope him in its musky embrace. He inhaled, nuzzling his face into Ezra's neck. He felt himself harden and shifted to look into those green eyes. They were closed.
"Ezra. Open your eyes."
Ezra did and Buck saw the passion deep within them.
"God, I could lose myself in your eyes. Geeze Ezra, you are a beautiful man."
"And I wouldn't consider you chopped liver either, Mr. Wilmington."
"Aw, hell, Ezra. I'm better'n that. I'm magic, remember?" He moved in, slowly licking the underside of Ezra's chin, trailing his tongue up then reclaiming the warm mouth once again.
Ezra sighed. Loudly. The wine from dinner, martinis and whiskey finally catching up with him and he felt the tension slip from his body. Another sigh. Could anything else feel this wonderful?
"Guess you're gettin' a little more comfortable now, ain'tcha? See? I'm good at this. Real good. Here, roll over, I can get ya real relaxed," Buck grinned and helped ease the smaller man over onto his stomach. His fingers traced the outline of a shoulder blade and he leaned forward to run both hands down the smooth back. "Damn Ezra, who'd know you'd be this soft under all o' those fancy clothes. I swear, you just wear a paper bag and I'd still be followin' ya 'round, panting like some lost dog." He slid his hands lower, thumbs running lightly over the tight ass and he bent down and sunk his teeth into the soft mound.
Ezra yelped, "What the hell? Buck?"
"Sorry Ez, just know a good piece o' tenderloin when I see it. Couldn't quite help myself, just took a little bite."
"So I gathered. In the future, I assume you'll warn me if you again choose to sample from my flesh?" He lightly rubbed the spot.
"Hell, Ezra, I never bite off more 'n I can chew. 'Sides, if we're really going t' do this, I want us both to enjoy and remember. I want t' take this all real slow. That okay with you? Now let the Wilmington magic run its course. Just relax."
Ezra did. He shut down his mind, pushing back all doubts and insecurities that threatened to interfere with this incredible night, and let his body respond on its own to the tender and not-so-tender ministrations. He shuddered with anticipation and moaned aloud while the amazing hands covered every inch of his aroused flesh.
"Ezra?"
"Hmmmm?"
"Just makin' sure you're still awake. Y'are, right? Awake?"
"Yesssss," Ezra replied. Hands worked over his back, thighs and ass, rubbing and kneading, kneading and rubbing. He pressed himself further into the bed, the friction stimulating his own erection and he moaned louder this time. A moist tongue thrust itself into the crevice of his ass and he jerked up at the unexpected intrusion. Pressure from a firm hand placed in the center of his back prevented him from rising and he gasped softly as the weight from another body pinned him to the mattress. Breath tickled his ear as a deep, soft voice whispered to him.
"You okay?"
"Couldn't be more so, Mr. Wilmington."
"So... you don't need a hand with anything?"
"Oh, I didn't mean to imply that..."
The weight shifted and Ezra turned supine, facing his new lover. The blue eyes shined brightly from the tanned face and Ezra could have sworn they actually twinkled at him.
"Why, Buck Wilmington. Fancy meeting you here. Will wonders never cease?"
"You ain't just whistling Dixie, pard. Now, let's see if you really do need a helping hand. You know me, always willin' t' oblige," Buck grinned widely. Yep, things were looking up. Or soon would be. He reached down and grasped the hard shaft of the man beneath him.
Ezra was moaning, softly at first, then building in volume as wet heat surrounded his cock. He grabbed and pulled at the thick hair on his partner's head but his wrists were pulled away by Buck's large hands. He balled them into fists at his sides and arched his hips off the bed, driving himself deeper into the hot mouth encasing his pulsing organ.
"God, Buck, God, Buck."
The mouth surrounding him continued to pump and suck and Ezra cried out as he felt himself near climax, his body rigid with impending release. Then, he came, warm seed shooting out and he eased back into the soft bed, panting lightly.
"Buck, God. "
"Y'now, for a man with such a tremendous vocabulary, y' ain't said but two words."
"God. Buck."
"Yeah, I know. Magic, I tell ya."
The two settled into one another, Ezra resting his hand on Buck's broad chest. He inched it lower, only to have Buck rest his on top, stopping the movement.
"What about you? Buck?"
"Oh there's plenty of time for that. For now, just lyin' here with you 's all I wanna do."
"Really. You don't want me to-"
"Hell, Ezra, sure I do," Buck cut in, "Just I want t' make this special, take time. No need to rush into anything. We got all the time we need to settle into things."
"Really? You're positive?" Ezra smiled at the idea of taking things slowly. Settling in. Settling down. What that must feel like. "All the time we need," he chimed, feeling at that precise moment, a contentment he'd perhaps never felt in his life. Settled. What a magical concept.
"Shit, yeah, Ez. Hell, we got the room 'til, what? Eleven tomorrow, right?" Buck laughed, then ducked as a down pillow smacked him in the head. He grabbed Ezra around the neck and drew him down into a mind-melting kiss.
"Yeah, Buck. You are some magic man."
"Told ya. Magic."
Possibly could be, but probably isn't, the end.
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