Vin paused outside the hotel convention room door, almost too embarrassed to go in.

"Mr. Tanner?" Ezra asked, his hand on the door handle. "I assure you that there will be no one in there that we know. Well, no one except Mr. Larabee. And he is the reason we are here after all. Now shall we?" he asked, pulling the door open and gesturing inside.

Muttering an almost silent damn, Vin entered the room and was immediately in the middle of a throng of convention shoppers. Just two weeks prior Chris Larabee, leader of ATF Team 7, had lost a bet and agreed to take the next undercover assignment. So here they were at a convention, where Chris was undercover and working one of the booths, trying to find the source of a cache of imported explosives amongst the conventioneers. Vin and Ezra were here to make contact with their leader and get an update on the case.

Ezra entered also and turned to the right and the pair began perusing the booths. They had gone around the outer booths about two thirds of the way before coming upon the booth Chris was operating. Ezra stepped into the booth and began examining the merchandise while Vin hung back at the entrance, looking decidedly uncomfortable. Chris had his back slightly turned to the pair talking with a customer. He finished up the transaction then turned toward the new customers. Ezra anticipated the action and spoke up at the exact same moment as Chris saw them.

"Excuse me, sir," he asked with a glint in his eye. "But what exactly does this do?"

Vin suddenly found the floor interesting as Chris muttered something and glared at his normal undercover agent.

"Excuse me, sir?"

"It vibrates, okay?" Chris growled, color rising to his face.

"Well yes that I realize. But there are numerous dials. What do they do?"

"Turn it on and off," Chris muttered. He had been working this booth all day and had not felt the least bit awkward until now. Until two of his agents showed up. Two of his friends. Now working this booth was feeling a bit embarrassing.

"That would be this button. But what about this one?" Ezra reached out and touched another dial. Vin had turned away from Chris and was studying a case of fishing lures. That is until he read the sign on the case.

"Makes it thrust," Chris ran a hand across his forehead, certain that he must be sweating profusely.

"Thrust eh? And this one?" By now Ezra had picked the item up and was holding it up for Chris to see where he was pointing.

"Rotates the end," Chris was muttering again. Vin had moved on to a case containing small silver balls, his face reddening even more as he read the instruction card on the front.

"And what benefit would that have?" Ezra had kept a good poker face, but anyone that knew him would see the glint in his eye and the slight upturn of a grin trying hard to break through.

Ezra could only make out a few words of the reply, such as "enhanced experience" and "pleasure" but apparently Vin heard more, considering the somewhat audible swallow that followed the explanation.

"I see, I see," Ezra replied as he replaced the item and moved on to another item picking up the somewhat conical rubber item in a vibrant purple color.

"And this item. What sizes does it come in?"

Chris glared at Ezra once more. "Beginners, regular and expert. It's battery operated. Also comes in electric." Chris coughed, trying to hide his uneasiness and glanced over at Vin, who suddenly seemed to be all ears and had a silly grin plastered on his face. But the man still seemed to be intent on the display in front of him. He picked up a bottle as Chris watched and twisted off the top to take a smell, reacting to the odor negatively by waving his hand in front of his face.

Ezra had already moved on to another display, his hand running down the length of leather that formed a swing of sorts, then sitting in it briefly as if to check the comfort then stood and picked up another item as Vin opened a squeeze bottle and sniffed it before squeezing out some on his finger and tasting it.

"I was looking for something a bit more...adventurous," Ezra said turning back to Chris, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but where he was. "Something unique. For my young friend over there." Ezra nodded toward Vin who was tasting something from yet another tube. Vin tipped his head towards the others and gave his version of a glare.

"Maybe this," Chris replied, wanting to get just a bit of revenge on at least one of his friends. He picked up a clear cylinder. "Fill it with water, freeze it, take it out of the mold and insert it. It's all kinds of fun." Vin's face visibly paled at his words.

Chris knew he had scored at least a few points so he moved on. "Or maybe this," he said picking up an acrylic model fist on the end of about ten inches of acrylic arm. "I saw him eyeing the French ticklers a moment ago so maybe this," he picked up a long purple, life-sized replica with a small rubber dolphin attached in such a way that, "the head of the dolphin will rub some of the more sensitive areas."

"Actually, I have two friends, if you get my meaning," Ezra said, raising an eyebrow and giving Chris a brief, but lascivious, grin. "So I'm thinking maybe that," Ezra pointed to an item at the back of a display.

"Good choice," Chris replied as he moved around the counter to sack up the purchase. He wrote out the receipt and gave Ezra his change. "I've included a free sample. Your friend looks like he would enjoy chocolate flavoring."

"That he does," Ezra replied slipping the receipt, along with the note containing case information updates Chris had folded into the receipt, into his pocket. "Thank you sir. Pleasure doing business with you."

He turned to walk away, Vin following behind him but pausing to lean toward Chris. "If ya want ta bring one a them purple cone things home with ya," he whispered, "I'm sure we could find a use for it. Expert size."

Once again Chris blushed, just to have it darken even more as Vin pointed to an oversized sample made of realistic looking rubber sitting on a plush velvet display. Vin's eyebrows wiggled then mouthed the words that too before turning and walking off.

"Ya know we're gonna pay tonight for that, Ezra," Vin said as soon as they were outside. He stretched, squinting against the bright sun.

"I don't know about you, Mr. Tanner, but I'm counting on it. Shall we go prepare Chris's bedroom for the festivities?"

"You betcha," Vin replied as they made their way toward Ezra's Jag. "Imagine, we almost let Buck come instead of us."

"Well, I don't think Buck would enjoy my purchase nearly as much as the three of us will," Ezra answered, holding up the double ended, battery operated dildo in its sack. "Who knew they had conventions for such things," he added as the pair climbed into the Jag and drove off to Chris's ranch to prepare for the evening of fun to come.

THE END

Chris stifled a slight groan and tried not to limp when he walked around the display counter to sack up a purchase. While in extremely good physical condition, he still wasn't used to standing on his feet all day long and many days in a row.

Not to mention that when he had managed to sneak home for a few hours last night, Vin and Ezra had been waiting for him with Ezra's purchase from the day before. So he was a bit sore in other places as well, not to mention sleep deprived. His thoughts drifted back to the night's activities, bringing a slight smile to his face, and allowing just enough distraction that he didn't see the young man enter the booth until he spoke.

"Wow! Cool stuff ya got here."

Chris looked up and let the groan escape. Quickly he made his way around the counter, approaching the young man like he would any other customer.

"JD," he exclaimed as quietly as he could so the other customers in the booth couldn't over hear. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Oh," JD turned his attention from the displays of sex toys and looked at Chris for the first time. JD's reply made Chris close his eyes and grimace, "I wanted to get a gift for my girl." JD then leaned in a bit closer and said much more quietly, "Got an update for you."

"Couldn't one of the others bring it?" Chris would have preferred any of the others, even Buck, to be here instead of JD. JD was the kid of the group and that also made Chris want to believe, the most naïve.

JD shook his head. "All busy." He turned and perused the displays once more. "Hey, Casey always wanted to try that!" he said excitedly as he pointed to a string of vibrating jelly balls.

"JD, what do you know about these things?" Chris asked as a blush rose to his face. JD was just a kid...wasn't he? Well, okay, he was old enough to be an ATF agent, and a good one at that, but...he was JD...he was the kid of the group.

"I know plenty," JD answered somewhat indignantly. "Casey and I are a couple you know. And we're consenting adults."

"I know but..." Chris had been about to say that JD was too young to have sex, but he knew that wasn't right. Still, JD was one of his boys, and the youngest at that. Chris didn't really want to think of this boy...okay man...but boy to Chris, having sex, much less having sex with Nettie Wells' niece Casey.

"Are these really edible?" JD asked holding up a package of Gummy cock rings in bright orange, green and red.

"Yes," Chris answered, reaching out and taking the package from JD and putting it back on the table, glancing around to see who else might be watching at the same time. JD was already on the move and looking at more items.

"Do people really need these?" he asked holding up a pump. "Cuz I'm ready to go any time. Just say the word. Aren't most guys?"

"Whoa, cool. I've heard these really work," he continued, holding up a leather cock ring and harness. "Gotta have one of these. And maybe one of these," he added as he picked up a leather S&M harness complete with nipple clips and butt plug.

Chris looked at what JD held and turned beet red. He quickly snatched it from his hands and replaced it. Then he more calmly took the leather cock ring and placed it back down. "I think I have just the thing for you," he said in a normal tone of voice and moved around the counter, picking up a box of plain condoms on his way. These he placed in a brown paper bag and handed them to JD.

"Okay, but I really thin..." JD started to say as he pointed toward the S&M harness again.

"No, I highly recommend these. They're just what you need," Chris cut in, giving JD a condensed version of a glare.

"Well, if you recommend them, then that's good enough for me," JD pulled out his billfold, removed a ten dollar bill and a note folded into it and handed it to Chris. "Keep the change," he added as he took the package and turned from the booth.

Chris breathed a sigh of relief and determined to have a long talk with his other men, and a separate man to man talk with JD. That is until he remembered the previous night. With that thought he figured his credibility might be suspect. He turned to his cash box and placed the ten dollar bill inside and pocketed the note. He'd read it as soon as he could take a break.

JD stepped outside and immediately pulled out his cell phone and pushed a button. "Hey it's JD. You were right Buck. He turned redder than I've ever seen him before. It was great! But you ARE gonna explain to me what all those things are, right? Buck? Buck?"

THE END