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Three days left. That's all Chris had, and then he'd lose his chance again for who knew how many weeks. Vin would be out on the trail with Chanu and the young ones, and Chris would be left to his bottle and his right hand until Vin returned.
Chris poked at the logs in the wood-burning stove that warmed the chilly shack, and turned a surreptitious glance at his friend. Vin's hat sat low, the brim hiding his eyes, and his legs stretched out before him, hooked at the ankle. He was a picture of ease and relaxation. As much as Chris liked what he saw, he preferred the view when Vin was naked as the day he was born.
Chris had been lucky enough to see that view a few times, a couple of them right there on his bed. But the sweaty and fervent clutching together had yet to go much further. Night before, it almost had. One of Vin's firm butt cheeks had been in Chris' grasp, and he'd allowed the tips of his fingers to trail down the deep crack of Vin's behind. A couple of groans and grunts later, both of them had spent themselves, splashing their bellies and ending the events of the night.
There wasn't a doubt in Chris' mind that he'd have Vin naked and sweaty yet again before the night was out, but he didn't want to settle for Vin's hand, good as he was at using it. No, Chris wanted Vin's ass, and he wanted it bad. He just wasn't exactly sure how a man went about asking his friend if he could fuck him.
"You gonna look at me all night, or are you gonna do something with me?"
Chris grinned. Apparently, his glances weren't so subtle. Damn Tanner anyway, for hiding under his hat. Chris stood and walked behind Vin, and rested his hands on the knots on Vin's shoulders. "I'm gonna do something, you can count on it."
Chris kneaded and worked the tight muscles with his fingers and thumbs, feeling them ease under his touch. Vin sighed softly. "Wasn't what I had in mind, pard, but it'll do."
"Glad to hear it, 'cause after this, I'm thinking of getting some shut-eye."
Vin snorted, and Chris grinned. They both knew he was full of shit.
Chris eased the last of the knots, then in a fit of mischief, flipped the hat off Vin's head, sending it tumbling to the floor. Vin turned around and fixed him with a cold stare. Chris just smirked. "Was tired of looking down at that dusty old thing."
"That so?" Vin asked, one eyebrow arched up, as he slowly stood and moved the chair out of his way. He took Chris' shirt in hands, fisting them up high near the collar. One, quick jerk and the buttons scattered. "I was tired of lookin at this dusty old thing."
Chris' dick twitched as he felt his chest bared. Looked like he had Tanner in just the mood he wanted. "Anything else you want out of your way?"
"Them pants and boots, maybe," Vin said, nodding at the rest of Chris' clothes and raking a gaze up the length of Chris' body.
Chris cocked his head, as if thinking it over. "And what if I decide I want these pants and boots right where they are?"
Vin shrugged. "Then I guess they stay where they are." He turned to the bed
and began shucking his own clothes on the way. "Suit yourself."
Vin tossed a truly smug grin over his shoulder as his shirt fell to the floor next to the bed, and Chris' scowl turned into a slow licking of his lips. Chris' heart thumped as he watched Vin toe off his boots. He swallowed hard when Vin's pants slid down his legs, revealing the tight, curved ass he
wanted so much.
Vin eased onto the bed, sitting back near the head, resting on his elbows, his legs flopped in front of him casually. Chris soaked up the sight before him as he began tugging off his clothes. Vin's dick, thick and hard, lay flat against his belly, surrounded by rich, dark curls at the base and
around his heavy balls.
Naked himself, finally, Chris stalked over the bed, and crawled onto it at Vin's feet. He grasped Vin at the calves and swept his hands up his thighs, eyes fixed on Vin's groin. There, at the tip of his dick, a trickle of moisture leaked out.
He wanted to dive down and lick away that shiny drop; he wanted to suck Vin's dick into his mouth, and rub his lips and tongue all over the velvety sac of his balls, and he wanted to pull Vin's legs up and bury his face in his ass and taste what he wanted to sink his dick into. But all he could do
was sit there and look, and caress the hard muscles on Vin's thighs.
"Chris?" The question in Vin's voice brought Chris' eyes to Vin's.
Chris wasn't sure what to say. His hunger was becoming so sharp he couldn't think of how to put into words what he wanted, and he didn't think he should just start taking. Vin sat up and stroked from Chris' chest, to his shoulder, and up to Chris' jaw. He tilted his head, looking at Chris with a
mix of confusion and a hunger of his own. He moved forward slowly, and brushed his lips over Chris', light at first, then firmer as he slid his tongue into Chris' mouth. This was something else they hadn't gotten around to yet, with all their groping and gettin' each other off. Chris liked it. A
lot.
Soft and wet, the kiss sent tingles through him, and he sighed into it as it went on and on. Vin's thumb stroked his jaw in small circles, soothing Chris' urgency and helping him focus again on what he wanted. He stroked in return, along the warm skin of Vin's waist, up his chest and to his
shoulders.
Finally, they pulled apart. Vin's lips were reddened and still moist. Chris wanted to keep kissing that full mouth while he was buried in Vin's body. That's what he wanted, and he wouldn't have it unless he asked.
"I want..."
"Want what?" Vin asked, still puzzled.
Chris rubbed his hands downward, over Vin's stomach and to the join of Vin's thighs and groin. He slowly fondled Vin's balls with this thumbs, daring to nuzzle under them as he kept his eyes on Vin's. Heart pounding as he waited, he saw understanding finally dawn.
Vin's eyebrows rose high on his forehead. "You wanna fuck me?"
Chris grinned. "Yep."
Vin didn't look too happy about the idea of getting fucked. He threw Chris a narrow look, and his lips turned down into a small frown. Chris grinned broader. He hadn't said no, yet.
"What are you smiling so big about? I ain't said yes, Larabee."
"But you're gonna."
Vin's frown deepened and Chris chuckled, beginning again that slow stroking along Vin's balls. He glanced down, and saw that Vin's dick was still paying full attention.
"Aw, hell." Vin flopped down onto his back and blew out a resigned sigh.
Chris stopped himself from letting out a celebratory hoot. Wouldn't do to gloat. Vin could get awful testy.
Instead, he reached down onto the floor, where he had a vial of saddle oil. When he sat back up with it, he was greeted with a testy expression anyway. "You always keep saddle oil next to your bed?"
"Never know when you might need to do some softening up, Tanner."
"Well, you just remember, I ain't no saddle," Vin warned.
Chris threw himself down next to Vin. "No, but I'm betting you'll give me a hell of a ride."
"Funny. Best get on with it, then."
"You could sound a little happier about it."
Vin just gave him a look. So he was going to make him work for it, was he? Chris swept his free hand up Vin's leg, to his hip, then urged him onto his side, Vin's back to Chris' chest. Damn, but Vin had one fine ass on him. Chris took a handful and squeezed, loving the warm skin against his palm, and the way the firm muscle yielded under him.
He watched Vin's profile as he fondled his ass a little more, this time with oil-slick fingers. A glide over the tightly puckered hole between the lush cheeks brought a flush to Vin's face. Chris rubbed the little hole a bit more, and nuzzled his nose into Vin's neck.
"Ya know," Chris murmured into Vin's nape, "there's a little trick an old horndog once told me about, for being with working girls and making sure you don't leave any babies behind."
"Sweet talker, you," Vin said softly while Chris toyed with the clenched ring under his fingertip.
Chris chuckled softly and went on, "I'm just saying, I know how to do this."
"I--" the fingertip slid inside "-- hear ya," Vin moaned as he finished.
Damn, Vin was tight. And warm, and like a moist glove clinging to his finger. He nudged a little deeper, then began drawing in and out. Vin's breath grew ragged and he licked his lips. Chris swirled his tongue into Vin's ear, then nibbled on the lobe, all the while sliding in and out of
Vin's hole, feeling it gradually loosen.
Chris skimmed Vin's neck with his lips, tongue occasionally taking a sweep to drink in the salty tang of skin, while he fingered with more and more vigor. Vin began short rolls of his hips, moving and back and forth onto the
motion of Chris' finger.
A little more oil, and Chris worked on wedging in a second finger. Vin grunted softly, but let him in. Damn, he was still so tight, but finally, both were moving in and out a little easier. Vin stroked his dick while Chris finger-fucked him, and Chris could see that there was still a glimmer
of clear fluid smeared at the tip.
Vin twisted his neck to look at Chris. There was a wildness in his eyes, even if he didn't look real comfortable. "Might as well start gettin yourself inside me." His voice was a little shaky, too.
"Too soon, Vin. Need a little more loosening up." Much as he wanted to sink right into him, he didn't want to rip him up.
"Now or never, cowboy," Vin said, a sort of desperation making Vin's voice sound a little choked.
Chris nodded. Vin wanted it now or never, it'd have to be now, 'cause Chris wasn't going to settle for never. He slicked-up his dick best he could, then lifted Vin's leg up, grapsing him by the thigh, and used his free hand to take aim at that tiny entrance.
"Deep breath, pard," Chris said, nudging his dick.
Vin nodded, eyes squeezed shut, and took in a lungful, then let it out slow. On that exhale, Chris began pushing his way inside. Once the head of his dick popped through, Chris slid on in, with one long stroke.
Buried inside the tight, wet tunnel, Chris panted. So warm, Vin was so warm in there, and hot and alive against him, breathing ragged himself. Chris mouthed the scruff of Vin's jaw, then rubbed his lips upward to his ear again. His legs trembled with the effort to keep still, to keep from driving
impossibly further into Vin.
Vin had left his flagging erection to grip the bedcovers instead, Chris noticed. He let go of Vin's leg, leaving it for him to hold up, then slid his hand to Vin's groin. He raked his fingers through the dense hair before grasping the shaft and stroking it firmly back to full hardness.
Chris' dick had demands of its own, though, throbbing in the hot tightness of Vin's ass. Slowly, he dragged back out, and shoved back in again, still stroking Vin. Again he pulled out, and pushed right back in, this time making his way inside a little faster. Vin moaned softly, hands still
clenched in the bedcovers.
Chris felt that moan rumble gently from Vin's back to his chest. He sighed into Vin's ear, and felt him shiver as he began to pump in and out steadily, his dick gliding in easier each time. Soon enough, Vin pushed back in time with him, meeting his thrusts with little shoves of his own. Chris gripped Vin's dick a little tighter and picked up the pace even more.
Vin took a ragged breath and then panted, hard. His hand flew over top of Chris', guiding his strokes over his dick, and his body began to quake. His ass clenched around Chris, and then he let out a strangled groan. Vin's hand over Chris' stopped his come from spurting out too far, but both their fingers were dripping with hot splashes of it.
Chris licked a bead of sweat from Vin's temple, and tightened his hold on Vin's dick when he shivered. Vin's breathing evened out and he finally let out one, long sigh, then went boneless. Chris grinned into Vin's neck. "Don't get too comfortable, pard. This ain't over yet."
Chris let go of Vin's dick and rolled him onto his stomach, still buried deep inside him. Lying over Vin's back, he began thrusting once more. He slid his hands down Vin's arms and twined his fingers into Vin's, his hips still working to drive his dick in and out of the sweaty body under him.
He raked his teeth over Vin's neck, fucking him harder and faster, hearing nothing but his own panting and Vin's quiet moans, and feeling nothing but the warmth of Vin's flesh against and around his own. His thighs tightened as urgency pooled in his balls, and then the floodgates opened as orgasm ripped through him. He came hard, shooting deep into Vin.
Drained, he collapsed to Vin's back, his face buried into the wild tangle of Vin's hair.
Long moments later, Vin wriggled underneath him. "Hey, cowboy. Don't you go getting too comfortable, neither. I ain't a mattress."
Chris smiled lazily. "That's a damn shame. You'd make a good one."
Vin blew an exasperated sigh. "Come on, Larabee. Hard to breath down here."
"Fine," Chris griped, but rolled over, still grinning.
He cracked an eye open, sensing he was being watched. Vin had a wary look on his face. Kinda funny, for a man who'd just gotten poked in the ass. Too late to be getting wary, Chris thought. "What?" Chris asked, when Vin only continued to stare at him.
"When you start grinnin' like that, I start to worry, is all."
"Nothing to worry about, Tanner. I'm just thinking I got another three whole days of this. Not bad, you know. A man could get used to it."
Vin snorted and rolled over, back to Chris. Chris laughed.
"What's so damn funny? I ain't said yes to doing that again, Larabee."
Chris nudged up close to Vin and flopped an arm over his waist, and rubbed Vin's belly. "But you're gonna."
Vin tossed a glare over his shoulder. "Maybe."
Chris settled into a comfortable spot, used his arm around Vin to pull him closer. Wasn't no maybe about it, and they both knew it.
Chris drifted off to sleep with the vision of taking Vin on his back, knees bent back to his armpits. Yeah, that'd be the best way to fuck him and still do more of that kissing. It was gonna be a hell of a three days.