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Chris was in the kitchen, pulling dinner out of the oven. He heard the front door open and close."Vin?" he called. "I'm in here." He heard strange sounds and turned just as Vin entered the room. His mouth dropped open in shock as it dawned on him what he had been hearing. Chris struggled valiantly not to burst into laughter. Still, in spite of his best efforts his lips curved into a broad smile.
"Not a word, Larabee," rasped Vin. "Not a friggin' word!"
"W-what... happened?" gasped out Chris. He reached out a hand but Vin twisted away.
"Stupid fucking summer afternoon rains!" growled Vin. Chris took several deep breaths, trying desperately to stifle the irresistible urge to break out laughing. He was afraid if he started he wouldn't be able to stop.
"Not to mention... jeeps with no tops..." muttered Larabee, "and mud puddles."
Vin was entirely coated, covered and crusted with... brown. His eyes blazed brilliant blue in his darkened face, the whites standing out like beacons. The color of his clothes was no longer discernible, his long hair hung in stiff brown-crusted ringlets. Chris' eyes drifted down the length of him taking in his heavily coated shirt and jeans all the way to his boots. Boots that were almost indistinguishable from the hems of his pants under the thick crust.
His clothes had been thoroughly soaked when he was inundated and clung tightly to every inch of his body. The thick brown mud had apparently dried in the wind after his mishap as it appeared to encase every part of him in a hardened smooth shell. Chris could clearly see every detail of Vin's cock and balls standing out in relief from the brown pants that stuck to him like a second skin. He gulped, his breathing accelerating. Vin's eyes narrowed as he squinted at the blond.
"Whatcha starin' at?" he rasped as the expression on his boss' face changed. Larabee's eyes had gone hazy green with desire.
"God, Vin..." he said in a husky voice. "You look like you've been dipped in chocolate!"
The younger agent's eyes dilated. He looked down at himself as if seeing his predicament in a whole new light. Slowly, his lop-sided smile appeared. To Chris it appeared to light the whole room, shining out of his brown face. His breath caught in his throat.
"I'd offer ya a taste, cowboy," he drawled, his eyes becoming smoky with desire at the thought, "but I'm afraid it ain't gonna taste like chocolate." A shudder ran through Vin and he wiggled. "God, I itch!" Chris smiled.
"Go get cleaned up, pard," he said. "I've about got dinner ready. If you still got an itch later, I'll be glad to scratch it for ya."
"Promise?" asked the sharpshooter, eyeing the tight black jeans on his lover. The blond flicked his tongue out to wet his lips in a long slow swipe. Vin's pants suddenly felt very tight.
"Sooner you get cleaned up..." Chris left it hanging. Vin turned to hurry upstairs.
"Vin," said Chris. He tossed the blue-eyed man a trash bag. "Put everything in there. We'll clean it up later." The young man grinned again and made his way upstairs. Chris heard the water start in the shower.
Larabee tried to concentrate on finishing their dinner but he found himself unable to get the picture of Vin totally coated in brown out of his head. It didn't help the ache gathering in his groin when his mind insisted on moving upstairs to picture the naked body of his lover under streams of warm water. When he nearly cut his finger, Chris tossed the knife onto the counter, grabbed an item out of the refrigerator and bounded up the stairs, grinning like a fool.
Vin heard the shower door click open. He turned his head to look back over his shoulder, his lips curving in an inviting smile.
"Dinner all ready?" he asked.
"Forgot something..." said Chris, taking in the view before him. Vin's arms were raised since he had been attempting to rinse out his hair. The water struck his shoulders cascading down his back in rivers. The older man found himself fascinated by the rivulet that ran in the dip of the Texan's spine like a miniature river in its channel. The S curve low in Vin's back sent the water swirling out over his tight buttocks, but the one that held Chris' attention was the stream that ran straight down the cleft between his enticing cheeks.
The team leader felt like he had been kicked in the stomach. He reached out a hand, wanting to stroke where the water flowed. Vin never realized just how incredibly sexy his body looked or how the graceful play of his muscles just under his skin were erotic in the extreme. Chris' breath came hard and fast. His cock stood at full attention, aching and throbbing. If just the sight of water running down his lover's back could bring him almost to the brink like this, he wondered what a glimpse of the front with that sculpted chest and beautiful organ rising from its nest of curls would do. He might very well come on the spot!
Vin noticed the blond had removed his clothes. He let his eyes rake over the long-legged form behind him. As always the sight of Chris nude took his breath away. Did the man have no idea what a gut wrenching sight his firmly muscled body and legs that seemed to go on forever made? His lips twitched at the sight of a long cock already rock hard and jerking.
"Kinda messy in here," Vin said, glancing down at the mud streaked water swirling in the drain.
"I don't mind," responded Chris. Vin slanted a teasing look at him, deep blue eyes narrowed and offering open invitation.
"Wanna come in then, cowboy? Yer lettin' in the cold air."
"Look at me like that pard," said Chris in a voice husky with desire, "and I'll come anywhere you want."
"I'll hold ya to that later," responded Vin in an equally seductive voice.
"How about if I scrub your back for you?" Chris offered.
"It's a start," said Vin, turning back to the spray of hot water. Chris grabbed the bath scrubber off the little shelf and pulling the door shut behind him began at the sharpshooter's shoulders. The young man threw his head back in pleasure. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the tile before him. Chris worked his way down the ridges of muscle in slow circles. Vin groaned.
"Feels so good, Chris," he said. By the time the blond had worked his slow teasing way all the way down to the base of the Texan's spine, the firm globes of his ass were clenching and releasing, his breath rasping in his throat. "God, cowboy," he breathed. "Never knew anybody else who could turn a back scrubbin' into a wet dream."
"Better not be anybody but me giving you wet dreams, pard," said the team leader, leaning in to nip sharply at the Texan's shoulder.
"I'd rather have the real thing," responded Vin in a husky drawl. "Whole hell of a lot better than any dream I ever had." The blond grinned and reached around to stroke slowly up the sensitive underside of his lover's cock. "Shit, Larabee," growled the younger man thrusting forward seeking for a firmer touch. "That's good... yeah, right there..."
"I'm just getting warmed up," whispered Chris in one of the man's ears. He stroked teasingly up Vin's sides sliding his hands back around to rub and pinch his nipples. The Texan let out a long low moan. Chris moved his hands up further to stroke through the young man's long hair. The sharpshooter had rinsed most of the thick mud out but the usually soft strands still felt gritty.
"Think you need a little more cleaning here, pard," he said. "Why don't you let me help you with that?" Vin turned to look back over his shoulder again and smiled. The team leader took that for assent and filling his palm with the balsam scented shampoo Vin favored began to massage it through his partner's hair. As he rubbed the burgeoning lather into the strands, his long fingers stroked the younger man's scalp in sensuous motions. The sharpshooter's back arched, his head thrown back as he absorbed the ministrations of his lover.
Chris, seeing how much he was enjoying this impromptu massage, pressed in more deeply, working his fingers slowly all over Vin's scalp. The Texan's breathing deepened, became harsher. His hands groped for something to hang on to and latched onto the slider bar for the detachable showerhead. Slender fingers wrapped around the steel and held on.
"Nnnnhhhh," moaned Vin, arching even more into the hands stroking him into full arousal. "Chrrrriiiiissss," he said, "sooooo goood. OHHHH, God!!"
Chris took the massaging showerhead off its base and used it to rinse Vin's hair, running his fingers through the silky strands. He could still feel some of the grit marring the usual softness. Filling his palm with shampoo again, he worked the creamy substance slowly into the young man's hair and scalp, beginning at his hairline and slowly working his way backwards. The lather foamed up around his fingers, burying them in the white bubbles.
Sweet scents of outdoors swirled around the men along with the steam rising from the heated water. It wrapped around two bodies, swirling between and over limbs, enclosing them in their own private world. One of sensuous abandon. Chris gave himself up to the erotic pull of his lover, working the lather thoroughly into his hair, deeply massaging every inch of the younger man's scalp. The team leader heard a noise coming from the younger man. He leaned in closer to hear more clearly. His breath caught in his throat.
'My God," he thought to himself, 'the man's purring.' A deep throaty rumble rose from Vin. Chris listened, the sound making his gut clench and cock twitch with a sharp spasm of aching desire. He'd never heard such an erotic sound.
"Shit, pard," he growled in Vin's ear. "If I'd known shampooing your hair did this to you... I would have been doing it every day."
"I-is... that... an... offer..." gasped out the Texan in gravelly voice.
"Anytime, Vin," promised Chris. He took down the showerhead again and used it to rinse the lather from the sharpshooter's hair. The streams of soapsuds ran down the younger man's body. Returning the shower to its hook, Chris began to massage the white foam into Vin's back. He stroked down the muscles in slow motions, then around and up slender sides to his chest. The blond took his time rubbing the slickness over Vin's chest, stopping to give extra attention to nipples that hardened under his fingers. The younger man gasped, tossing his head back and forth. When Chris worked his long fingers down to the Texan's stomach and slid tauntingly into the nest of curls at his groin, Vin gave a hoarse shout.
"Chrrriiiissss..." he moaned. The blond encircled the sharpshooter's stiffened organ in one hand. Using the slippery shampoo as a lubricant he began a slow stroking. His other hand smoothed around Vin's hip and back to the cleft that had drawn his attention earlier. He traced it lightly with one finger all the way from below his waistline, down and around until he clasped the younger man's balls in his hand. The Texan cried out again, panting heavily now.
Ohgod... ohgod... ohgod..." he said, thrusting into the hand that caressed his cock. Chris felt the trembling in his body and slid both hands back to squeeze and pull apart his ass cheeks. Vin gave a guttural growl and spinning around in the man's arms grabbed his head. He leaned forward, pressing his lips tight to his lover's, thrusting his tongue deep into the waiting sweetness. Chris tightened his arms about the young man and pulled him tight against his body, suckling strongly on the tongue that swirled around his mouth. They ground their hips together groaning and growling into each other's mouths.
Vin once again took charge. Grabbing Chris by the upper arms he pushed him up against the tiles. Suckling the older man's lower lip between his teeth in a rhythm calculated to arouse, he was pleased to hear Chris' breathing escalate to a harsh rasp. He arched his hips back from the team leader's, taking away that source of pleasure. The blond growled deep in his chest and grabbed at Vin trying to bring him back into contact with his throbbing erection. The Texan nibbled and sucked a line across his partner's cheek to his ear. He bit the lobe and whispered seductively.
"Your turn, cowboy." He backed off quickly and while the team leader was still off balance from his retreat turned him around to face the wall. Vin took his lover's hands and placed them on the tiles. Next, he pulled his hips back until his ass jutted out teasingly. The Texan reached for the bottle of liquid soap and poured himself a generous handful.
"I done got ya all dirty with cleanin' me up," said the young man, "better clean up after myself." He started with the blond hair, soaping it up well and massaging the scalp in slow sensuous moves. Chris let his head drop back to give him greater access. The Texan moved in close enough that his hardened cock rubbed lightly against the backside of the older man. The team leader let out a low moan.
In a slow dance of fingers and palms, Vin moved down to his shoulders, kneading and stroking the firm muscles. Chris pushed back against his lover, seeking more sensation against his ass. Working his way down the finely delineated back of his lover, the younger man made deep strokes out from the center dip of the blond's spine. Reaching the delicious ass he again kneaded the muscles, lifting the firm globes and pulling them apart. He slid one finger deep into the cleft, stroking downward to find his partner's entrance. Chris lunged against his hand.
"Unh uh," said the blue-eyed Texan in a seductive drawl, "ain't done cleanin' yet."
"Like shit, pard," growled Larabee, "hurry up..." He stood, both hands high on the wall, his back arched, head thrown back as waves of pounding desire shook him. Chris moved one foot slightly forward, bending the knee to brace himself. The team leader planned on waiting just so long before forcing the issue. The thought passed through his mind that in releasing the sensuality deeply buried in the Texan he might have created a monster.
"What ya in such an all-fired hurry for?" asked Vin. "Ya gotta stop and smell the flowers along the way... " He bent and inhaled deeply of the aroma of soap, clean Larabee and under it all the heady musk he could sniff out in the dark during a rainstorm. The scent that was his mate. "Is there a fire somewhere?" He got another growl in response. "Oh? Does that mean yeah? Well, guess I best set ta puttin' that out..."
The Texan stroked slowly around the lean hips, gliding up his partner's chest and swirling about both nipples. Chris tilted his head down now, watching the slender fingers pinching and rolling the nubs. The best part was that Vin had leaned in closer to reach around him and his hardened cock nestled firmly in the cleft of his buttocks. The motion of the younger man's hands caused it to rock gently back and forth there. In slow motion the graceful hands slid over slickened flesh... down his chest to curl a pinkie into his navel. He watched greedily as the hands slid lower... lower. A warm hand grasped his waiting cock, squeezing and stroking up, then down...once. Chris closed his eyes in rapture, a low sound escaping his throat, somewhere between a moan and a growl. When the hands started an upward course on his belly once again, he couldn't bear it.
"Shit, Vin!" he choked out. "Quit fucking around and do me!"
"Aw hell, Larabee," said a soft voice at his ear, as the blue-eyed sharpshooter peered over his shoulder. "Think I done got a little too wild there with all that soap. Look at that. I don't think I can even find ya in all them bubbles. Now, that's a lot of bubbles... to cover up THAT..." He chuckled. Chris looked down at himself and almost laughed too. His cock was buried in a cover of frothing bubbles. If he hadn't been on the fine edge of pain from the lust consuming him, he might have laughed. Instead he moaned again.
"Don't worry, cowboy," assured Vin. "I'll take care of it. It won't hurt it none. Just figure you'll have the cleanest dick in three counties!" Chris choked, struggling between laughter and tears.
Lifting down the showerhead again, Vin stepped back a little and sprayed the warm water over Larabee's back, aiming the stream so the pulsing jets sent a small river washing between the firm mounds of his ass. The sharpshooter knew that the water was rushing down that channel to cascade off the older man's balls and his breath caught in his throat. He couldn't last much longer, but bit his lip and gathered himself, determined to finish this without rushing the climax. Slowly, he moved the showerhead down until the water pulsed directly on that sensitive flesh just behind the ball sac. Chris threw his head back again and cried out.
"Aaaaahhhhh." His body jerked once in ecstasy. Vin swiftly moved the water up and around the man's body. He held the nozzle so the pulsing stream hit directly on one nipple. Chris' head hung down between his arms now. He struggled for air in great heaving gasps. The Texan moved to the other side of his chest to give the other rock hard nubbin an equal treatment. When he slowly slid the pulsing jets down his chest and stomach to torturously circle around the jutting cock, Chris whimpered. His whole body ached and throbbed with the pounding beat of his cock. His hips jerked involuntarily. He couldn't draw a deep breath. Chris wanted Vin so bad he could taste it. Could taste the sweet-salty flavor of him on his tongue.
"Viiinnnn," he moaned. "Oh God, Vin! Fuck me... fuck me hard... NOW!" He growled and shoved his hips back seeking to impale himself on the shaft that he craved. Vin knew he was at the limit of his endurance. The sharpshooter let his control go. All he could think of now was burying himself in that hot, tight ass.
"Shit, cowboy," he growled. "All ya had to do was ask..." Vin grinned, nipping at the junction of Chris' neck and shoulder. The blond groaned.
"Fuck you..." he rasped.
"But I thought you wanted me to fuck you, pard." He stepped back away from the team leader. "Now ya gotta make up your mind, Chris. What do ya want?"
"Want you..." gasped the older man, "inside... me... God... all the way up inside me, Vin..." He panted heavily. "Till it feels like you're gonna come out my throat..."
Vin groaned at the words. His self-control shot all to hell now, he grabbed the soap again, pouring some over his fingers. First he slicked his own organ then thrust deeply into his lover's puckered opening. First one, then two, finally three fingers in quick succession. Dropping the shower head in his haste he grabbed the lean hips and thrust his aching shaft all the way in. Chris screamed, bucking wildly beneath him. The nozzle hit the floor of the shower, snaking back and forth as the pulsing jets hit first one wall then another. Finally, it rolled over and came to rest spray side up, right between Chris' feet. Both men cried out in fiery pleasure as the warm pulsing spray hit them directly in the balls.
Vin held rock still, savouring the tightness surrounding him. He could feel Chris' muscles clenching and loosening around him. The younger man thought he just might go out of his mind with the rapture that gripped him. Gasping in great lungfuls of air, he forced himself to wait. And as always it came - the sense of Chris' soul reaching out to his. Even as his arms went around his lover, his heart embraced the other half of his soul. For these few moments each time, they were together, mind, body and soul... whole and complete. Their breathing slipped easily into synch. Hearts thudding out the same throbbing, pulsing beat.
Chris felt heat suffuse his body even as his soul felt Vin's surround him. Filling his heart, strumming the desire in his body, sending his heart in lifting flight with its mate. His head fell back onto Vin's shoulder as they stood transfixed, joined. Gasping in unison as the lust between them spiraled out of control. It carried them along on a flood tide of heart spasming joy.
When finally they could hold back no longer, Vin slowly withdrew, leaving the head of his penis still imbedded in his lover. Even more slowly he pressed back in to the full depths his organ could reach. Chris arched his back as deeply as he could, seeking to draw him in even further. He could feel Vin's balls rubbing against his own. The warm water still spraying on them from underneath pulsed a pounding counterpoint to the throb of his partner's shaft inside him...or was that his own pulse he felt. It was impossible to discern anymore. They breathed in tandem. Bodies arching and flowing into each other... pulling away...plunging back. Their bodies settled easily into a rhythm old as the stars. Seeking completion, a melding and fusing of their souls together till they could not tell where one ended and the other began.
Holding one hip to steady himself, Vin reached around the lean body. Wrapping his slender fingers around Chris' engorged cock he stroked a counter rhythm, sliding his thumb over the sensitive head with each thrust of the blond's hips. Suppressing the urge to pound into his partner, the Texan let their bodies set the pace. They moved together in an erotic dance, gradually increasing tempo as their bodies demanded it.
"Chrrriiiisss," moaned Vin, breathing heavily. "God...you're soooo hot...so tight..." He groaned, losing himself in his mate's body.
"Yessss," hissed the blond, thrusting back to impale himself over and over on the steely shaft of his lover. With every stroke Vin hit the sweet spot just inside him, sending sharp bolts of pleasure all through his body. "Feels good... sooo deep..."
As they moved back and forth in the warm spray of the nozzle, the pulsing jets stroked their groins, creating erotic sensations that fired their passions even beyond their usual bounds. Cries, growls and shouts of ecstasy echoed off the tile walls. They struggled and strained towards their climax, bodies caught up in an ever-increasing rhythm that bore them along beyond their control. Vin pounded into his lover's body so hard now that his balls slapped against Chris' with each plunge. He couldn't seem to manage to go deep enough, hard enough. His lungs screamed for more air. Chris lunged back onto each thrust his body screaming to draw the young man deeper... to feel him pierce all the way to his soul... joining them irrevocably, inseparably forever.
"VIIIINNNN," the blond screamed. It wasn't necessary. The sharpshooter could sense their impending release. His body shook with the glory of it like a leaf caught in a tornado. He tightened his grasp on Chris' cock, pumping it furiously in cadence with their wildly rocking bodies.
White-hot heat and light exploded in and around them. Both men screamed as the rapture shot through their bodies and souls. The furnace of their passions consumed them, licking at hearts and minds, melting them down into one breath, one heartbeat. The motions of their bodies slowed gradually. Still, they rocked together, holding tightly to the sweetness of their union. Chris let out a soft cry of protest as Vin's softened organ slipped out of his body. He heard a sob from Vin. The blond turned quickly and wrapping his body about his soul mate's murmured gently in his ear.
"I'm here, Vin. I'm here. Hold onto me. I won't leave you...I will never leave..." The Texan wrapped his arms and legs around the lean body of his lover, frantically trying to get close enough... to feel him along every inch. Bodies shaking violently they fell against the tiled wall of the shower stall. Vin whimpered pitifully. Mouths sought each other blindly, not yet ready to lose the connection of their souls. Lips closed over lips and the pain of separation eased.
They slid to the floor a boneless jumbled heap of arms and legs, still gasping for air. Chris reached up and fumbling with a blind hand turned the knob, shutting off the water. Hearts met in a soft, warm sharing of breath. Mouths gently stroking, sucking, licking. Chris tunneled his hands in Vin's hair, holding his head in a now gentled grasp. The sharpshooter looped his arms around the older man's waist, tracing light patterns on his back. Both chests were still heaving from the explosive release they had experienced. Sweet shudders rippled through them, gradually diminishing into light trembles and fading away. When Vin shivered, the team leader broke the kiss, pulling him into the shelter of his body, wrapping himself around the younger man as much as he was able.
"Oh, God, Vin," gasped Larabee. "That was..." He closed his eyes, pulling the young man's body even closer, trying to find words. He opened them again, looking at his partner.
"Don't look at me, Chris," said Vin, with a self-mocking smile. "You're the one with all the fancy words. I'm too st..." Chris captured the lips with his own, stroking deeply as though to push back words the Texan would use to describe himself. Releasing his mate's mouth, he looked at him sternly.
"Don't want you saying that... ever," he said. "You're one of the most intelligent men I've ever met. One of the most imaginative too," he said with a wry smile. "I like that..." Chris leered at the younger man. "Now, you're the poetic half of this soul. If you can't find a way to express it... then what makes you think I ever could. Expression doesn't depend on big words... but on heart. And you, Vin Tanner, have a heart as big as the outdoors you love so much!" A rising blush colored the sharpshooter's face. Larabee felt heat in the pit of his belly rising again. He was so endearing when he blushed like a guilty schoolboy. "So, cowboy," he continued, "how would you describe what we felt?" The young man tilted his head as he was prone to do when considering something important.
"I heard a sayin' once," he said at last, turning wide blue eyes to gaze into green. "About bein' in Seventh Heaven. I think we mighta got just a taste of what that's like. Think I'd like someplace called Seventh Heaven real well."
"I would too," breathed Chris softly in his ear. "At least I would if you were there with me, lover." Vin closed his eyes and groaned.
"Wouldn't want to be anywhere but where you were, Chris," he said in his soft raspy voice. "I'd be lost without ya."
"Me, too, Vin," said Larabee, "Me, too..." He gently pulled the young man's head down to his shoulder, caressing his body with both hands. Soon, he heard soft moans coming from the young man's throat interspersed with whimpers. Vin's hands held to him tightly as if he were afraid if he let go, Chris would disappear in a swirl of smoke. "Shhh," crooned the team leader, "I'm here... I won't leave you...I'll always be here. There's no other place I need to be... but with you... forever, Vin... forever."
"Forever... " sighed the sharpshooter, relaxing against the body that held him in its thrall. Forever might just be long enough to savour the taste and feel and presence of Chris Larabee. Then, again... even that might not be long enough. But he'd have to make do with that. After all, forever was a pretty long time... long enough to do at least some of the things he wanted to with the blond's enticing body. That thought reminded him of something. He raised his head, brow furrowed.
"Chris," he said, "when ya came in, you said ya forgot somethin'..." The team leader smiled.
"Mmmhmm," he said, "this..." He leaned over and gently kissed the sharpshooter's lips, putting all his love into the caress. "Welcome home, pard. I love you." Vin's eyes lit with warmth.
I love you too, Chris," he said, reaching up to stroke his mate's face tenderly. He laid his head back down on the older man's shoulder. Chris found himself looking at the shower nozzle lying face up on the shower stall floor and chuckled softly. Vin followed his line of sight, his lips curving in a spectacular smile. "Don't reckon that would happen again in a million years," commented Chris, shaking his head at the chance that had landed the nozzle precisely where it did.
"Yeah, cowboy," agreed Vin. "Think that might have been one of them Kodak moments!" The blond gave a shout of laughter.
"Vin," he choked out, "that wicked, twisted sense of humor you have..." The younger man turned to look at his mate, eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Ya want wicked," he purred in his rough voice, "I'll show ya wicked." He attacked Larabee's mouth, nipping, suckling, licking as his hands roved over his lover's body, knowing well where to press, where to stroke, scraping nails over sensitive areas.
"Vin..." gasped Chris. "VIN! Shit... fuck... Ooooohhhhh." He let loose a howl as his cock rose quickly to attention, screaming for a touch yet again. The Texan bent down, twirling his tongue around the head, lapping down the throbbing vein and back up again. His hands still moving over other sensitized areas, he inhaled the engorged and pulsing tip of his lover's penis. Chris screamed as a fast and furious orgasm rocked him. His hips arched in ecstasy. Collapsing limply, he pulled the sharpshooter up to his mouth once again, tasting himself as he pressed his lips to those of his partner. "Mmmmmm...." he moaned into Vin's mouth. "I don't think I can move..."
"Wear ya out old man?" teased Vin. Chris felt a shiver run through his sharpshooter.
"Just catching my second wind," he said. "But you're gonna catch cold sitting here on this tile with wet hair."
"Yeah," agreed Vin, "am gettin' a mite cool. 'Sides, maybe we need to feed ya 'fore ya pass out on me." He laid his head back on his partner's chest. "Jes' a minute more," he murmured softly. "Cain't bear to let go a ya yet." Wrapping limbs tightly around each other, they pressed their bodies together, rocking slowly, savouring the sweet touch. At last, Vin sighed and loosened his hold. Reluctantly, he climbed to his feet, holding out a hand to the older man.
"Need a hand, old man?" he asked, eyes glinting as he teased. Chris leered even as he grasped the outstretched arm in their traditional clasp.
"Not just yet," he replied, "but maybe in a bit." He suggestively stroked his cock as he rose from the tiles. "Once you've had time to recover..." Vin snorted in derision at the idea that he would need any time to be ready for another round. Chris darted in and sucking voraciously on the lush lower lip of the sharpshooter, elicited the groaning response he sought. He released him and turned to the door of the stall, looking back over his shoulder eyes already smoky with desire again. Vin raked his eyes over the lean form, his breath catching at the sight of droplets of water sliding slowly down the sculpted back to pool in the crevice between creamy buttocks. The Texan groaned again. Chris could send fire shooting through him with one well-calculated look. The man was exotic... and erotic in the extreme. The young man's legs threatened to give way again. The team leader saw the trembling and took pity on him... for the moment. "After we have something to eat, Vin," he said firmly. The sharpshooter slid his tongue out to lick his lips slowly from one corner all the way around across and back again to the starting point.
"I know what I'm hungry for, cowboy," he growled. "How 'bout you?" Green eyes blazed at him.
"Same thing I am..." Chris licked his own lips in a mirror imitation of Vin's move. "But we're gonna get you warm, dry and some food in you first. You eat all your dinner and you get to choose your dessert..." he teased. The young man's eyes lit with anticipation, a crooked grin lifting his lips.
"Think I worked up a hell of an appetite," said Vin, stepping into the large warm towel Chris held out for him. "Hope we got plenty for dinner." He shivered a little in the cooler air outside of the steamy shower. The lean blond wrapped his arms around him and rubbed the towel over his body, creating both friction and warmth. Chris rubbed down every inch of his body restoring the heat it needed while drying him thoroughly. He took another towel and rubbed the long strands of Vin's hair until he had drawn as much moisture from them as he could. It curled into damp ringlets and he wound one of them around his finger, loving the satiny feel of it against his skin. It was then that Vin saw the bottle of chocolate syrup sitting on the bathroom counter. He grinned. Apparently Chris had brought it up from the kitchen with him.
"Got plans there, cowboy?" he asked.
"Depends... on whether you want dinner first... or dessert..." responded Chris eyes flashing.
"Damn, Chris," said Vin, licking his lips again. "What a hell of a choice!!"
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