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"JD? You here?" Vin Tanner yelled as he entered the empty saloon. It was early and he'd just returned from his morning tour around the town. He'd seen the young man slip between the bat-wing doors and had followed, looking for coffee and maybe a little conversation to start out the day. Normally the quiet tracker would be content sipping his morning brew in silence, but since he'd already seen JD up and about, he thought company might be nice.He found the kid in the kitchen in back, setting several items onto a table. Vin stood watching him, the younger man seemingly unaware of his presence. JD was placing eggs onto the table when Vin next spoke.
"Whatcha doin' JD?"
The eggs in JD's hand broke as he jumped in surprise at hearing a voice speak so closely to him.
"Christ Almighty, Vin, y' bout stopped my heart, here. Shit," he swept his other hand under the first, trying in vain to scoop up all the slimy egg-yolk as it slipped through his fingers.
"Gimme a hand, will ya?" he turned to let the broken yolk drip into one of the empty bowls he'd set on the work table.
Vin moved to help, scooping up yellow ooze off the floor with his hands.
"Y' makin' breakfast, JD?"
"Nah, a cake."
Vin stopped to look at him. "A cake? How come?"
"It's Casey's birthday, thought it'd be nice to make one and surprise her with it, that's all," JD said somewhat sheepishly, now cleaning his hands of the remainder of the egg.
"Oh, that's right nice. You know how t' make a cake, do ya?" Vin asked in all sincerity. He really would have no idea just where to begin. He was truly impressed.
"Ahh, not exactly, no. But I did used t' watch my ma do it, an' I know I've seen Inez make those little corn cakes before. Plus, Miz Nettie gave me this paper to follow, gives ya all y' need to know. Hey, y' wanna help?"
Vin was stunned. "Me? Shit, JD, I don't no nothin' 'bout cookin' somethin' like that."
"Come on, help me out, it'll be a new experience. Who knows how much fun we could get into?"
JD was grinning so broadly Vin didn't have the heart to say no. Anyway, it might be fun, after all.
"Okay, Vin. I'll read the paper an' you get the stuff together. 'Less you wanna, I know you're gettin' better with readin' an' all..."
"No, you go 'head. What's first?"
"Okay, we need four eggs, got them, flour--it's in the pot over there next to the dry corn meal. The one with the blue stripe. Yeah, the big one's got the flour in it, just be careful when y' bring it over y' don't slip on the egg that's still on the floo-," JD winced as Vin went down, followed by a crash as the earthen pot full of flour exploded on impact. A white cloud rose into the air followed by a white powder-coated hand gripping the edge of the kitchen's worktable.
"What was that last part, 'bout the egg an' not slippin' an all?" Vin stood slowly, his body slightly bent as he braced a hand on the table his other on his back.
"You okay, Vin?"
"Never better. Okay, got the flour, what else we need?"
The two collected the listed ingredients, carefully making their way through the mess on the floor.
"Inez is gonna kill us she sees this mess, y'now," JD said, his boots sliding on the wet wood.
"Yeah," Vin agreed. "Let's tell her Ezra did it..." he laughed, taking a quick step and riding a slide to the far wall where the cast-iron pans hung on a rack from their handles. He grabbed a deep round one, taking another run and slide back to where JD stood mixing the cake batter. He misjudged his speed, and ran into JD, who, trying to break his own fall, wrapped his hands around the tracker's middle as they both tumbled to the floor.
JD found himself nose to nose with Vin, now lying beneath him, and for a moment neither moved. Then Vin grunted and JD slipped to the side, standing slowly and reaching out a hand to help the other man off the floor.
"Goddamn, JD, m' back's killin' me. When the hell's the fun part gonna start?"
"What? You're not having any fun?" JD snickered, blowing a light dusting of flour into the tracker's already whitened face. Vin readied to lunge for him but stopped when JD held up his hand.
"Don't even think about it, I gotta pour this into the pan. Y' got the oven stoked, right?"
"Yeah, it's gettin' hot, can't you tell?"
Both men were beginning to sweat with the heat from the stove warming up the kitchen. Vin loosened his bandanna and wiped away tiny beads of sweat that ran tracks through his flour coated skin. JD placed the cake into the oven, then turned to face Vin who was undoing the top button of his shirt. He stared at the tracker, watching his fingers work to open the collar of his shirt. Vin was covered with flour, even his hair seemed a shade lighter from the fine powder. He looked up, sensing he was being watched and caught JD's eyes, both of them staring at one another in silence.
Then Vin looked away, asking, "Okay, what's next?"
"Icing," JD said softly, a little unsure as to why all of a sudden he felt so nervous around his friend. Besides Buck, Vin was the one person that usually made him feel comfortable. Vin was closest to his own age, although life experiences sometimes made them seem years apart, deep down they shared a youthful enthusiasm that somehow kept them connected to one another.
He read the list of ingredients to Vin, watching closely the hands that mixed them together. Vin dipped a finger into the bowl, the tip covered with the creamy mixture and stuck it into his mouth, sampling the sweet spread.
"Mmm, JD, this stuff's good. C'mere, try this," he said, dipping his finger into the bowl once again. He held it out to JD, who tentatively reached out and wrapped his hand around Vin's wrist to steady it, then bent and sucked the digit clean. Vin inhaled sharply, the action unexpected and, he'd have to admit, not too unpleasant. He reached out to the young face looking at his, his hand tracing down that impish nose then trailing over the pink lips, then let his arm fall back to his side.
JD felt his stomach flutter when Vin reached out and touched him. His heart was pounding so loudly in his ears he was sure Vin could hear it, too. He reached up and brushed at Vin's hair.
"You got...batter, here," he said, pulling lightly at the wavy locks, "and here..." he ran his other hand through as well, lightly brushing and smoothing the soft curls. It was surprisingly silky, JD thought, and he wo ndered how it would feel brushing against his chest. God, did he really just think that? About Vin?
Vin was having pretty much the same thoughts and reached out again to run a hand along JD's shirt front.
"Yeah, you got the stuff all over you, too."
"Maybe I ought t' shake out my shirt, huh?" JD said, unbuttoning his own collar. "It's gettin' hot in here anyway, what with the stove heating up this room, don't ya think, Vin?" JD refused to look the other man in the eyes, butterfly wings were beating his innards to death, yet he continued to undo his shirt.
Vin was grinning. He didn't know where all this was coming from, he was nervous as hell, but somehow he knew he would not regret what he was sure was about to happen.
Both men stood facing one another, neither wearing anything but their pants. Shirts, boots, socks and undershirts lay strewn all over the floor. They reached for one another, each revelling in the familiar, yet unfamiliar feel of masculine flesh beneath their hands.
"Vin, you ever...?" JD voiced softly, somewhat embarassed about even having to ask, yet needing to know, somehow.
"Nope, you?"
JD shook his head, "Hell, I hardly even been with a girl, much less..." his voice drifted away, now he was truly embarassed.
"S'okay, I've heard 'bout it though. Alls we needs some of that lard here, I think, then we'll just wander our way through, whaddaya ya say?"
JD couldn't say a thing, not too surprising seeing's how a firm hand had wandered over and wrapped itself around his now-hardening erection. He could hardly keep still as the hand started its up and down motion.
"God Vin, th...that's real nice, Geeze...," he panted breathlessly, then moaned loudly as the hand was suddenly replaced with a wet mouth and he suddenly felt himself coming hard and fast into the warm cavern.
"Oh shit, Vin, I'm sorry, I...I couldn't help...I, I'm sorry," JD moaned, thoroughly mortified.
Vin grinned, bending over the younger man and gently kissing him.
"Hell, JD, don't be sorry, I'm kinda flattered y' got so excited."
"Really?" JD propped himself up on his elbows, looking deeply into the biggest, roundest, most beautiful blue eyes he'd ever seen. "Vin," he whispered, "Vin, can I, would ya like me to..."
Vin smiled, letting JD ease him onto his back, then moaned himself when hands reached down and took hold of his own stiff cock. JD ran his tongue over the moist head, tasting the salty fluid, then plunged his whole mouth down, sucking and licking. He smiled when he heard Vin's growls, feeling his own body stir with desire. Not sure exactly what he was doing, yet knowing what would make his own body shudder, he sucked harder on Vin, then reached a hand between the tracker's lean thighs to gently push one finger between the warm cheeks. Vin thrashed underneath him and he pushed his finger more firmly, then pulled it away and with that hand grabbed at the tightening sac, softly pulling. Vin screamed in desire, his voice muffled as JD's tongue filled his mouth and he felt his seed shoot into the warm hand that now held him.
Neither spoke, only the sounds of each breath could be heard, then JD pulled Vin to a seated position.
Vin smiled at JD, reaching a hand out to trail it along the younger man's shoulder. He stood, turned, and helped JD to his feet as well. They both dressed, brushing the flour from their clothing as best they could. Suddenly their silence was broken as a loud voice boomed from the doorway.
"Here you both are, been lookin' for you two," Buck smiled seeing the two younger men covered with white flour, "What the hell you two been doin'? Looks like all hell's busted loose back here."
"We been making a cake," JD answered, brushing at his sleeve.
"Yeah?" Buck said, "My ma used t' bake. Made the sweetest cakes and icing. God, that icing. My favorite part was to lick the bowl and spoon clean. Boy, I loved to lick. You two do any lickin'?"
"Oh yeah," Vin nodded, "Definitely my favorite part, too."
"Definitely," JD agreed.
End
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