Awash

"Buck."

"Hmm?"

"Buck."

"Yeah, Stud?"

"You'll find it a lot quicker if you keep your hand off your dick," came the half-amused, half-annoyed voice.

"It ain't on my dick. I'm lookin' for it."

"You're looking for your hand?" The voice was definitely more amused this time.

"No, Stud, I'm looking for that soap, jus' like you asked for," Buck answered, somewhat distractedly.

"Well, that's what I said, Big Fella. Ya gotta get your hand off your dick long enough to reach around in the bottom of that tub. That's where you'll find it, not on your dick."

"It ain't on my dick, Chris."

"Which is exactly what I've been trying to tell you, Pard," Chris snickered

In a flare of annoyance, Buck glared over his left shoulder at his old friend in the only other occupied bathtub. Catching the grin on Chris's face, Buck narrowed his eyes and clarified his statement. "My hand ain't on my dick. I got both hands on the bottom of the tub looking for that dang soap. Okay?"

"'S okay by me, Pard. Mine's on mine, so I'm good for now," Chris laughed.

"Yours is on your.. Well what the hell've ya got me digging around for that soap for then, huh?" Wilmington demanded irritably.

"'Cause I didn't want you gettin' there b'fore me."

"Gettin' where ahead of you? The saloon?" Buck was disgruntled. Usually Chris just climbed in the tub, maybe smoked a cheroot, had a shot or two of whiskey while he soaked out the aches from the day's work and then scrubbed up quickly and got out. Quietly, if not wordlessly. Tonight, apparently, he felt the need to torture Buck.

"The saloon?" Larabee snorted, choking back a laugh. "The saloon." There was a pause then another snort, followed by a loud guffaw. "No, Stud, I don't think the saloon's the place for that."

"Larabee, what in tarnation are you yammerin' about? Where else are ya figurin' on goin'?"

Chris leaned forward to catch a glimpse of Buck's face. Seeing the confusion, he realized that for once in his adult life - and quite probably in any part of his life - Buck had failed to pick up on the sexual innuendo. A gleeful smirk spread across Larabee's face. Assuming an innocent tone, he enquired, "Something on your mind, Buck?"

"Mm hmm. M'horse came up lame this afternoon. I think that new shoe we put on 'im in Eagle Bend the other day's been givin' him trouble. I'm gonna have Tiny take a look at 'im."

"And you had to do all that thinkin' over something simple like that?" Chris asked in surprise.

"Well, no. that don't require no thinkin' on. It's just that. well." Buck hesitated, flushing slightly.

"It's just that you don't have no money to pay for it 'cause ya spent it on some young filly.."

"Ah, hell, Chris. How was I supposed to guess I'd have to shoe my horse twice in one week?" Buck defended.

"And Tiny ain't interested in your preferred method of paying without cash," Larabee hooted.

"Do I look like I wanna end my days chewing on horseshoes? I didn't even think to suggest somethin' like that, Chris. I was jus' trying to figure out how I could get him to give me a couple o' days till we get paid, is all."

"So. you're still thinkin on it, huh?" Chris chuckled. Wilmington had an overabundance of charm, but that wouldn't do him any good in this situation and at the moment he had nothing else that would be of interest to the big blacksmith.

Buck grimaced, answering wordlessly.

"Did ya find it yet?" Larabee tossed at him with a wicked grin at the blank look on Buck's face.

"Find what?" Buck struggled to follow Chris

"The slippery stuff, Stud. That stuff you couldn't find in your lap a few minutes ago?" he offered.

"Oh! Uh. no." Wilmington began groping in the bottom of the bathtub again. "Aha! Here it is!" Buck held up his prize. "Ain't much left," he observed, looking at the small sliver of soap pinched between his index finger and thumb.

"Looks like plenty to me," Larabee assured him. "You lock the door behind us?" he enquired.

Buck looked over to the desk in the corner where the proprietor often sat and, seeing it empty, shifted his gaze to the door. "Nope. Why, you expecting company?"

"Nah, " Larabee replied, "I already got company enough. Just didn't want no more comin' in."

"Thought you were headed somewhere, Chris?" Buck, his mind still half on the shortage of funds, managed to again miss Larabee's intent.

After studying his friend for a few minutes, Chris began to realize that Buck really hadn't had his hand on his dick earlier - otherwise he would've caught on by now. "Bucklin, d'you mean to tell me that you've been sitting here in the bathhouse for more than half-an-hour, without nobody but me here and you ain't been playing with it at all?" He couldn't decide whether to be astonished or insulted.

"Playing with.." The light finally dawned and Wilmington shook his head, laughing at his own distraction. "I was thinkin' 'bout my horse!" he snickered. "And Tiny!" he choked out.

"Buck."

"Yeah?" Amid chuckles.

"Lock the goddamned door!"

"Oh. sure thing, Hoss!" He scrambled out of the tub and quickly went over and flipped the latch on the door, while Chris admired the view. You had to give Wilmington credit - it didn't take him long to catch up once he knew the game plan, Larabee thought as he noticed Buck's cock was already half firm.

"And Buck?"

"Yeah, Chris?"

"Don't go calling me Hoss just 'cause you're fixatin' on your horse," Chris ordered.

Wilmington threw his head back, laughter ringing out. "Oh, you're hung, Larabee, but you ain't that hung!"

"I ain't hangin' at all right now, Pard. Wanna come do somethin' about that?" Chris invited as he rose slowly from the tub.

Buck's eyes dropped to Chris's groin and he licked his lips while admiring the proudly jutting erection. "Damn, that's a fine sight, Stud," he breathed.

"It feels even better than it looks, you know," Chris boasted.

"Is that right?"

"It is."

Wilmington let out another laugh. "And folks think I've got a high opinion of myself!"

"Well hell, Buck, you do!"

"Aw, I ain't got nothin' on you, Chris," Buck denied.

Larabee let his eyes comb over Buck, starting at his thick, dark hair and sliding slowly down the handsome face, the well-formed chest, past the flat belly and pausing on the thick cock now standing at attention, before sliding more quickly down the long, lean legs. "Oh, you're not that bad, Stud," Chris smiled at his lover.

Wilmington returned the smile and the perusal, slowly trailing his eyes over Chris's handsome face, down his lean, glistening torso and stopping on the hard cock. He dropped gracefully to his knees and flicked out his tongue, just barely brushing the tip along the slit of the weeping organ in front of him.

Chris's legs threaten to buckle and he reached out to brace himself with his hands on Buck's shoulders. "Ah. " His lover leaned in closer, running the edge of his moustache across the head of Chris's cock, then probing the ridge under it with his tongue. Chris thrust his hips forward in reaction. "Unh."

Buck grinned up at him. "Close already, huh?"

"Yeah. well. I did have my hand on my dick, while you were off wool-gathering," Chris managed to grate out.

Wilmington laughed softly and took Larabee's cock deep into his throat, sucking strongly as he drew back. His lover's body attempted to follow. "Whoa, easy there, Pard," He grabbed Chris's hips and guided him to a sitting position on the edge of the tub Chris had still been standing in. Buck rose to his feet, stepped into the tub and settled back onto his knees in front of Chris. He grasped the base of the thick shaft with his right hand, the fingers of his left rolling and gently squeezing Chris's balls in their sac, and his mouth once again laving the head.

"Unh. unh.aahhh.. Buck!" Chris was thrusting up strongly into Buck's mouth now, his hands tangled in Buck's hair. Wilmington once again drew the turgid cock deep and Larabee exploded, the hot squirts of his release pulsing down Buck's throat.

"Ooh. god.Buck," he panted.

Buck leaned up and kissed him deeply. "Better now, Stud?" he asked, smiling at the dazed look on Chris's face. He helped Larabee slide down into the tub, letting him settle against the tub's backrest while he regained his senses.

By the time he did, Buck was sitting back at the opposite end of the tub, with his head resting on the lip, his eyes closed, and his hand pulling at his own cock. The head of it peeked above the surface of the water each time Buck undulated his hips. Chris watched it appear and disappear, in and out of the water and felt another hot tingle run through his groin.

"Stud?"

"Mmm. aaahhh. yeah, Chris?" Buck was moaning softly as he stroked up and down his rigid length.

"Where'd ya put it?" Chris asked, his eyes never leaving the area between Wilmington's upraised knees.

"Put it?" Buck opened his eyes slowly, looking at Larabee in confusion. "Put what? Your dick? I put it in my mouth, Pard, don't ya remember?" he smirked. "Don't worry, I gave it back when I was done with it. It's still right there between your legs," he laughed, enjoying Chris's rapt attention to him running the pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock.

"Uh.," Chris finally dragged his eyes from the enticing display in front of him and met Buck's amused gaze. "Yeah, I remember that. Believe me, I remember that," he assured. "I meant where'd ya put that soap?" he asked, a little desperately.

Wilmington grasped the sides of the tub and pulled himself up to his feet, his full cock bobbing in Larabee's face. He reached behind his lover, retrieving the slippery sliver from the stool just behind Chris's right shoulder.

The seated man took the opportunity to lick up the underside of the engorged organ, wrapping his tongue around the flared head and a tremor shook Buck's tall body.

"Give it to me, Stud," Chris gasped out.

"It's right there in front of you, Chris!" Buck answered. He looked down and, seeing his own cock dancing in front of Larabee's face, shuddered again.

"The soap, man! Give me the goddamned soap!"

Moaning and chuckling at the same time, Wilmington complied. Larabee quickly began smoothing the small piece over Buck's erection, squeezing and pulling as he did and Buck swayed with each tug. Once Chris had managed to work up what he deemed to be enough lather, he pressed the remaining soap into his lover's hand, and flipped over, draping himself over the tub's back and presenting his ass for Buck's attention.

Wilmington sank slowly to his knees and, placing both hands on the tight butt in front of him, began massaging the well-toned buttocks. He slipped his thumbs into the crease between, gently parted the cheeks and ran his tongue over the now-visible pucker. Chris groaned loudly and pushed back, trying for more stimulation.

Buck chuckled softly and began sliding the soap along the valley, increasing the pressure slightly as he crossed the small entry. Soon, he was sliding a well-coated finger inside and Larabee was humping back onto it, trying to hurry up the pace. "That it, Stud? It looked bigger when it was in my face," Chris jeered.

Buck laughed and added a second finger, scissoring the two to stretch the entryway. "Aw, I don't wanna overwhelm ya all at once, Pard. It's gonna take a little time to get you ready for all that."

"Now, Wilmington, don't you go getting' your dick confused with your horse's again."

"Not likely to happen, Chris. He's a fine-looking animal, and a real good ride, but them's the only similarities. He's a gelding and you, of all people, know I sure as hell ain't!" Buck returned.

Larabee was trying to think of a good retort when his lover suddenly brushed that sensitive nub inside and all thought fled as he slammed his ass back against Buck's hand, gasping at the sensation. He was just about to beg Wilmington for more when he felt the warm, slick hand close around his renewed erection. "Aaahhuunnhhh," he annunciated, instead.

That vocalization shot an arrow of heat straight to Wilmington's already aching cock and he quickly grasped it and brought the engorged, angry-looking head to the now-relaxed pucker and began to slowly push it in, twisting his hips and trying to not surge forward.

"Yeah! That's it, Buck. That feels so.unh. damned good," Chris ground out. "Now. deeper.unh."

So much for finesse, Buck thought as he drove himself home. Hearing Larabee 's grunts and moans always had that effect on him. It was hard to believe just how vocal Chris could get when he was enjoying himself, and Buck loved it. By the sounds of him, Chris was liking it pretty well, too.

By now, Wilmington was hammering away at his lover, his balls slapping against Chris's body in an ever-increasing tempo and Larabee was shoving back hard. "Pard?" Buck panted.

"Unhmm?" Chris blended the groan into a questioning hum.

"You . got any .extra. money?" he queried between grunts of effort.

"You. unh. oooh.. tryin' t' ..uuuunnnhh. blackmail me?" Larabee sputtered in disbelief

"Oh, hell no!. I wouldn't . ever . try somethin'. that stupid. Stud," Buck vowed.

"Borrow. unh. it?"

"Yep."

"If I . oh, shit!. aaahhhh. don't .aah. lend . unh, unh. it?"

Wilmington immediately slowed his pace. "Buck!"

"Yeah, Pard?" Even in his over-excited state, Chris could hear the humour in his lover's voice.

Resigned, knowing Buck could draw this out for what would seem like hours while keeping him hovering on the edge, Chris gave the only real answer he could. "Fine. Done."

His lover's thank you was a renewal of his earlier tempo and a tight squeeze of the fist milking Chris's cock. "YES!! UNNNHHH Ride me HARD, Hoss!" Larabee shouted out mindlessly. And Buck did, finally coming when the muscle spasms from Chris's second orgasm clenched tightly around his aching dick, sending him over the edge.

The two had just caught their breath, climbing out of the now cold water, when Buck began to laugh.

His partner peered at him suspiciously. "Something funny, here, Buck?"

"Sure is, Chris," Wilmington sniggered.

"And what would that be, Buck?" Larabee enquired with a too-sweet tone.

"Well, it seems like you're the one who's confused, Stud," Buck was grinning from ear to ear.

"Whaddya mean?" Chris questioned defensively.

"Ride me hard, Hoss? Hell, Chris, you're supposed to ride the horse, not the other way 'round!" Buck laughed.

"Next time, Bucklin. You can count on that," Larabee promised.

"So, now you're confusing me with my horse?" Wilmington was still chuckling.

Straightening slowly from where he'd been collecting their clothes, Chris looked Buck over slowly, dwelling on the long, thick organ dangling from the dark thatch of hair between his legs. "Well. I can certainly see how a fella could get confused. Why d'you think I call you 'Stud', Stud?" He grinned back.

Buck fixed his own gaze on his lover's crotch. "Good point. Stud," he returned the compliment.

The two men finished dressing, still laughing and teasing and decided it really was time to head on over to the saloon, not really caring who got there first this time.

The End