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Lost and Found!
By Kim

ATF Alternate Universe

This story assumes that Bishonen Chan's wonderful fic, Stringin' 'Em Along, took place in the ATF.

Chris leaned across the long-haired man, and searched in the night table.

The younger man was panting with desire. His eyes tracked Chris's movements, as the blond rooted around in the night table. Chris was up to something for sure.

"Remember these?" Chris announced triumphantly and held up the string of beads Ezra had given him.

"Uhm, yeah," Vin answered nervously.  "You plannin' on usin' them?

"Only if you want me to," Chris responded seductively, and leaned down to give the younger man a gentle kiss.  "You'll love it, I promise," he breathed into Vin's ear and then leaned back to wait for an answer.

Vin's face still appeared doubtful, but he nodded and Chris laid the beads on the nightstand and found the lubricant they kept there and laid it beside the beads.  The sharpshooter was watching him apprehensively and the blond smiled reassuringly.  Vin was usually willing to try anything that Chris wanted to do, and he always ended up loving whatever they did, but the younger man still got nervous over some of them.  

"Just relax," the blond instructed and set about making sure that Vin did just that.  

His kisses and caresses had Vin writhing and panting in minutes.  Vin's cock was rock hard and Chris began fondling his lover's shaft and balls with one hand.  His other hand he used to coat the beads with lubricant.  When he was sure they were completely coated, he moved back up and kissed the younger man tenderly.  "I'm gonna put 'em in now," he said softly, against Vin's ear.

The younger man heard Chris's words, but he was too engrossed in the way he was feeling, to do more than nod.  Right now, he didn't care what Chris did, if he'd just go back to using his hands and mouth on Vin's body the way he had been.  

Larabee looked down at his lover's flushed face and the pulse beating wildly in the slender throat and smiled wolfishly.  He couldn't wait to see the look on Vin's face, when he felt those beads.  His mouth descended on Vin's cock, and he began stretching the opening to Vin's body, with slicked up fingers.  One, then two fingers scissored inside of the tight passage.  Finally, he began pushing the beads inside, careful to keep hold of the loop on the end.

Vin's body bucked wildly, when he felt the beads brush against his prostate.  Chris used his index finger to push them in more deeply, while he kept his mouth working on Vin's cock.  

"Close - - Chris  - - gonna - - come," Vin panted out.  He couldn't believe how good six round little beads could feel inside of him.  The only thing that had ever felt better, was Chris's hard cock fucking the hell out of him.  

Chris felt Vin's cock begin to twitch and he started to pull the beads out slowly, while he swirled his tongue over and around the head. He watched the younger man body arching and straining, ecstasy showing on his face.  Vin's eyes were closed and his mouth was open and panting.  God, he loved making Vin feel this way.

"FUCK!" Vin screamed.  "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" he shouted and then he was coming.  It seemed like his prostate was in constant stimulation.  Chris's mouth was milking his cock.  The two pleasure points on his body were on fire.  

Chris pulled the last bead out and dropped the string on the floor beside the bed and hastily slathered lube on his cock and pressed it against the opening to Vin's body.  He moved up to kiss the younger man, while he pushed his cock inside the slick passage.  Vin's body was still pulsing from his orgasm and Chris slid inside easily.  

"Oh God! Chris! Fuck me!" Vin demanded breathlessly.

Chris kissed him hard and then obliged his lover.  He rammed his cock in ruthlessly over and over, until he came. Vin was kissing and biting at his lips and neck.  Larabee cried out, "Vinnnnnn!" and then his now soft cock, slipped easily outside of the warmth of the slim body, and he just managed to roll to the side of Vin, before he collapsed.

The only sound in the room, was their ragged breathing, until Vin rolled over to face Chris and panted out, "Damn!  - - that - - was  - - somethin' else!"

"Told  - -you, you'd  - - love - - those beads," Chris replied breathlessly and kissed the younger man lightly on the lips.  "C'mon, let's get  cleaned up."

"Alright," Vin grumbled and rolled out of the bed.  

They used soft washcloths and warm soapy water to clean the evidence of lovemaking off of each other's body and were just getting ready to get back into the warmth of their bed, when Chris remembered the beads.  "Shit! Forgot about the beads," he exclaimed. "Gotta wash them too."

"I'll get 'em," Vin replied considerately and leaned down to get them off of the floor.  When he lifted the string of beads and straightened back up, his face was horrified.  "Fuck Chris!  They ain't all here!  Where the hell's the other one?" he demanded.

"What do you mean, they ain't all there?" Chris responded disbelievingly, and threw the blanket off of his body and climbed out of the bed, he'd just settled down in.

"Damnit Chris, there's supposed to be six.  There's only five!" Vin responded desperately.  Chris's eyes dropped and Vin's head swiveled around, so that both were staring at the Texan's ass.  "NO FUCKIN' WAY!" Vin declared.  

"Take it easy, cowboy," Chris tried to soothe, at the same time he was trying to hold his laughter inside.

"It ain't fuckin' funny," Vin hissed and threw the beads at Chris's head.

The blond just barely managed to duck out of the way, before the beads went whizzing by.   Vin sat on the bed and dropped his head into his hands and moaned.  Chris picked the beads up and tossed them into the trash can.  That little toy was probably off their list for good, no matter how much Vin had enjoyed them, Chris thought regretfully, before he turned his attention back to his lover.

He sat beside Vin and put a hand on the sharpshooter's shoulder.  "Vin," he said softly.  "We have to call somebody about this."

"NO!" Vin declared passionately.  " I ain't tellin' nobody I got a bead stuck up my butt."

"We can't just leave it there.  Maybe I could find it," he suggested to a baleful glare from Vin.  "Ezra might know what to do," he mused.

"EZRA! You can't tell Ezra about this," Vin wailed.

"He gave me the beads Vin, he might have some experience with something like this," Chris explained his reasoning patiently.

"Shit!" Vin moaned and sat back on the bed and dropped his head into his hands again.

Chris gave Vin's shoulder a gentle squeeze and then picked up the bedside phone.  

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"Yeah Ezra, I know it's one o'clock in the morning."

"It is a fucking emergency! I wouldn't have called you if it wasn't."

"Alright, I'm getting to the point.  But, I swear to God Ezra, if you tell anyone about this or ever mention it again, I will fucking shoot you!"

"ALRIGHT!  Do you remember those beads?"  

"Yes, the one's you gave me."

"Good. Well, we've had a little accident."

"Uhm, what kind?  Well, one's missing."

"YES! I do mean in THERE!"

"A coin?  Yeah, once when he was two, no three, I think."

"You mean?"

"Okay.  Thanks Ezra.  Goodnight."

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"Good news pard," Chris said cheerfully and sat beside the younger man again.

"Ain't no fuckin' good news about this! Vin responded spitefully.

"You don't have to go to the hospital," Chris replied kindly.

"What do I have to do?" the sharpshooter asked suspiciously.

Chris leaned over and whispered in his ear.  

Vin's eyes widened and he demanded, "What do you mean, WATCH FOR IT?"

THE END

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