ATF Universe
"Shit!" Vin cursed as he threw the Ram in park.Traffic was at a dead stop and Chris's truck, was completely hemmed in and from the looks of the overturned tractor trailer up ahead, it would be for hours. Something was spilled all over the expressway and the cars just kept coming behind them, jamming all four lanes of traffic and effectively cutting off any hope of escape via the shoulder.
"Might as well get comfortable," Chris spoke up from the seat beside him. His right ankle was sprained and taped tightly and Vin was driving them back from an early Sunday trip to the grocery store to stock up on supplies for the game. The blond was wedged tightly against Vin, by their companion.
Buck snored softly with his head against the passenger door of the Ram, oblivious to the fact that they were parked and likely to be for several hours. He was coming back to the ranch with them to watch the Broncos and the Ravens (HEY! It's my fic, I can pick any game I want.) on TV, since JD had taken Casey to the computer show. Now, not only were they likely to be stuck for hours, but they would have to settle for listening to the playoff game on the Radio.
Horns blaring were starting to drive Vin up the wall. "Where the fuck do those assholes think we can go?" he demanded.
Chris laughed and clapped him on the leg. "Don't think they're beeping specifically at you, cowboy," he said, clearly amused.
"What's so dammed funny? How come you're Chris Chuckles, all of a sudden?" the sharpshooter asked irritatedly and pushed Chris's hand off his leg.
"I get to spend the whole day with my two best friends in the world?" the blond suggested with a smile and put his hand back on Vin's leg, and caressing the younger man's inner thigh.
"That's the biggest load o' horse shit, you've shoveled this month," Vin answered him and shoved his hand away again.
"OK, how about the pain medication kicked in about a half hour ago and I don't give a shit about much of anything, right now," Larabee admitted with a grin and slid his hand between Vin's legs, and cupped his balls and squeezed lightly. The tinted windows of the Ram prevented anyone from seeing inside, unless they were directly outside the vehicle. Vin sucked in his breath and looked nervously around. There wasn't a soul paying a damn bit of attention to them. Buck was snoring and - - oh fuck, what the hell was Chris doing now?
Chris had worked the button fly of Vin's jeans open, no small feat, considering how tight they were. His hand had slipped inside and was now working its way into the split in Vin's boxers. He sighed pleasurably as he found the quickly swelling cock inside.
"Fuck!" Vin gasped, when Chris's hand closed around him. "What're ya doin'?"
Chris's highly amused face smiled back at him, while he caressed Vin's now fully erect cock. "A little anger management," he smirked.
Vin's eyes closed, and his lips parted and Chris could see the way his breathing quickened. The younger man's hand closed over Chris's and he reluctantly tried to pry Larabee's hand off his erection.
"Somebody'll see us," Vin murmured half heartedly, at the same time as his hips were unconsciously thrusting forward.
"Nobody's paying any attention and they can't see in anyway," Chris answered, his eyes watching his lover's face, delighting in the pleasure he saw there.
"Buck," Vin whispered, now guiding Chris's hand, more than trying to remove it.
"Could sleep through an earthquake," Chris replied and quickened his stroke.
Vin's breathing hitched and he moaned softly. His head lolled back against the head rest of the seat and his hips raised off the seat slightly with each pump of Chris's hand. "Oh - damn - fuck - Chris - gonna -" Vin gasped out breathlessly.
"FUCK!" Chris exclaimed and pulled his hand out of Vin's pants. At the same time, he tried to shove Vin's erection back in and close his jeans.
"What?" Vin demanded, his eyes flying open and spying the reason for Chris's sudden disinterest. "OH SHIT!" he moaned, as he desperately tried to fix his jeans before the Colorado State Trooper strolling towards the Ram reached it.
Vin had just barely shoved his cock back into his underwear and gotten his pants hastily misbuttoned, when the cop knocked on the window.
"Somethin' wrong?" he questioned, when he had rolled the window a quarter of the way down.
"Just checking on everyone," the officer replied leaning his head towards Vin and scanning the interior of the vehichle. "Tempers tend to get a little raw in these kind of situations."
"We're fine," Vin mumbled, his face turning redder by the minute.
"You sure you're alright?" the officer questioned. "You don't look too good."
"I'm fine," Vin answered, wondering if the Trooper would say, if he knew what they'd been doing. God, he was gonna kill Chris for this.
"OK, well watch for a signal, we're going to try to get everyone moved to the off ramp as soon as we can," Trooper Davis, according to his badge said, and moved off towards the next car.
Chris burst out laughing before Vin had the window rolled up.
"You stupid shit!" Vin hissed and readjusted his genitals inside his jeans and buttoned them correctly. "You almost got us caught like we was a couple of teenagers," he accused.
"Don't worry about it," Chris tried to soothe. "Nobody'll ever know. I'll make it up to you later."
Vin was torn between the near humiliation they'd suffered and the promise in Chris's voice. "Just don't do that no more," he relented. "We was real lucky this time, that nobody caught us."
"Well, I wouldn't quite say nobody," Buck's tired voice called out.
THE END
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