ONE

"Well, guess I'm going to lunch."

"What? What'd ya say?"

"Said, I'm going now, see y'later."

"Where're you goin', Nathan?"

"I just told you. I'm going to lunch. With Rain. Right now. Be back later. Sayonara."

"Oh, oh, oooh, I get it," Buck laughed, knowingly.

Nathan stopped and turned, hand resting on the door.

"Get what?"

"Oh, you know," He laughed again, adding a wink.

"No, I don't know. Y'got something in your eye needs tendin' to?"

"It's okay, Nate, now go'on, don't want t'keep the pretty lady waiting." Another wink.

"Buck, what nonsense are you talking about. I'm meeting Rain...my wife...for lunch. Y'now, to eat."

"You said it, I didn't," Buck's grin broadened.

Nathan stared at the the dark haired agent, shook his head and left, muttering to himself.

Vin looked up from his desk. "Time for lunch?"

"Where's Nathan off to?" JD asked as he entered the room.

"Nooner," Buck replied with a small chuckle.

"What?"

"Nooner. Shit, JD, open up them ears o'yours."

"What's a nooner?" He asked in all honesty.

Buck and Vin exchanged looks, then broke out in heavy laughter.

"What?" JD wanted to know, not really thrilled to be, once again, the object of amusement.

"Ahhh, nothing, Kid. Hey, you all going to lunch?"

"I brought mine," both the younger agents said simultaneously. They grinned at one another.

"Yeah? Me, too. That is, I will have when the pizza guy gets here. Josiah and I ordered from Luigi's, plenty there if you all want to share," Buck offered, wishing the delivery guy would hurry up and deliver. He was hungry.

"Thanks, but I got plenty," Vin replied, holding up a small bag from the local deli.

"I'm okay, too." JD had returned to the office, grocery bag in hand. "Picked up some eggs, bread and orange juice, too, while I was out, Buck. That way we won't have to stop at the store on the way home." He held up the bags to his co-worker and roommate.

"You were out? I didn't know you'd gone to the store already, I would've asked you t'get me an iced tea if I'd known."

JD handed him a bag, containing a large iced tea, extra lemon.

"Kid, y'scare me sometimes."

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TWO

The three men were joined by the fourth as they seated themselves around the polished conference table. Buck placed the extra-large pizza in the middle, placing several pieces on a plate and handing it to Josiah.

"Thanks, Buck," he said, taking a massive bite, red sauce oozing from the slice in his hand.

JD was spreading out his lunch on paper towels. He wanted to be careful, remembering the last mishap, and he did not want to be responsible for any mess that might be left. For days, the conference room had smelled like a Mexican restaurant. Yep, this time he'd be sure to be careful.

"Where're Chris and Ezra?" he asked, unwrapping his ham sandwich. His no onions allowed on it because their smell lingers, ham sandwich.

"I think they both went out together, they mentioned something about trying that new Indian vegetarian place that opened. S'posed to be real good," Josiah replied, between swallows.

"Can't be," Vin said around a mouthful of meatball sub, sauce dripping down one hand. He wiped at it with a completely inferior paper napkin. It did a good job of smearing the mess further.

"What can't be? That Chris and Ezra are eating together?" JD handed Vin another napkin, eyeing the thick sauce that was now dripping onto the table's smooth surface.

"No. That some place that only serves vegetables is any good. Can't imagine." Vin studied the now soggy napkins, then wiped his hand on his jeans.

"Geeze, Junior, that's disgusting. JD, hand him another napkin." Buck had also been eyeing the mess that was now Vin's sandwich. We're gonna need a mop, he thought, remembering the last lunch fiasco. Technically, they weren't supposed to be eating in the conference room, but they had sworn that the next time they'd be extremely careful.

"Napkin? That sandwich needs a bedsheet," JD said, disgustedly. He was not going to be responsible for this. This was not his fault.

"Aw hell, relax you two. I'll clean up any mess, don't worry," Vin attempted to wipe up the sauce on the table but only succeeding in widening the spill, creating a dinner plate size blur on the table's finish.

"Well, between you three, you've turned this place into an exploded Italian deli." JD finished his sandwich, carefully containing the bread crumbs in the folded up paper towel. He placed it back in the plastic grocery bag, then removed his next lunch item.

"What's that?" Buck pointed. He had eaten three huge slices of pizza but was not quite satisfied.

"Well, Buck, I'll tell you, if you tell me what a nooner is," JD grabbed at the brightly colored box, pulling it out of the older man's reach.

"A nooner! JD, you don't know what a nooner is? Son, how old are you, really," Josiah joked, quietly snickering. A nooner? This conversation had just taken an interesting turn.

"HEY," JD was indignant. "Just because I've never heard of it called a nooner doesn't mean I don't know what it is...exactly...maybe we just call it something else, back home." Dammit, sometimes he hated being the youngest of this group. "And I'm NOT going to be blamed for this mess, Vin."

Vin stared at JD, pausing for a moment, then blew the paper off his straw at him, striking him directly in the nose. He grinned, "They don't call me sharpshooter for nothin'."

JD just glared back, then turned to Buck. "Well," he demanded.

"Oh, hell, keep your pants on, JD. Hey, come t'think of it, that's half of it right there," Buck laughed, leaned forward and grabbed the box from JD.

"What is this? Some kind o'kid stuff?" Buck turned the bright box over in his hands. Cartoon characters decorated the outside. "Go-gurt. Gogurt?" He looked to JD, "What's this?"

"That is a perfect dessert, that's what," JD grabbed the box back, opened it and removed a ten-inch long, brightly colored plastic tube.

"What is that, JD?" Vin also was curious. Dessert? He loved dessert. "It's yoghurt. Squeezable yoghurt. In a tube. It is a tube full of squeezable yoghurt. So you can eat it on the go, no spoon. And it's great. Try some." He held out a bright blue tube to Buck, who eyed it curiously.

"Okay, I'll try it." He grabbed the tube, ripped off the top, and a big electric blue blob shot out, landing with a wet plop onto the once highly-polished conference table.

"Not so hard, Buck. Geeze, y'got it all over the table now." JD thrust a semi-clean paper towel at the older man.

Buck trailed a finger through the strange colored blob, studying it before tasting. "Sure is bright," he commented, then placed it on his tongue and froze, eyebrows raised to his hairline.

"Shee-it, JD. That's the most God-awful sweetest stuff I've ever had -Yeccch, where's my iced tea?" Buck drank several swallows. "How can you eat that? That's gotta be pure sugar with a little food coloring for flavor, one lick'd send a diabetic into a coma. Vin, you'd love it. He paused, trying to remove the sweet taste. "God, I'll be tasting that shit all day, thanks a lot, Kid."

"I take it you didn't like it much, huh Buck?" JD was smiling. That was okay, more for him.

At the word sweet, Vin suddenly became interested. "Lemme try it, JD." He had a huge sweet tooth and after seeing Buck's reaction, decided this may be right up his alley. Nothing could ever be too sweet for him.

JD held out a bright pink tube. He handed it to Vin, giving instructions.

"Now, you have to grasp it at the base, firmly so it doesn't flop over, but gentle enough so it doesn't end up squirting all over you, before you have the chance to eat it. Then grab the top with your fingers and pull. When its open, just put your mouth on the end where the hole is, yeah like that. Now, squeeze softly with your hand, just keep sliding up while you squeeze and more will come out. Squeeze, slide and eat, you got it. Good, huh?" JD knew Vin would appreciate his new dessert find.

"Yeah, JD. This stuff's great. I love it." Vin squeezed the tube, emptying it of its neon pink contents. He'd have to get some of this to have at Chris's ranch. This was great.

JD and Vin missed the raised eyebrow accompanied by devilish grin exchange going on over their heads by Buck and Josiah.

"Hey, JD?"

"Yeah, Josiah?"

"You sure you don't know what a nooner is?"

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THREE

They were just finishing when Chris and Ezra walked into the conference room.

"Look Mr. Larabee, we've stumbled into the kindergarten lunchroom," Ezra said, looking at the mess covering the once gleaming conference table. Where it had been polished to a glossy sheen it was now covered in tomato sauce and some strange bright blue substance. Ezra doubted it was any sort of edible item. Looked like some science experiment.

Chris stood, leaning on the back of Vin's chair, shaking his head as he surveyed the mess. "No recess until this is cleaned, boys. Y'now, I thought you would've learned from the last time, JD." He stared at the strange blue blob on the table, pointing to it. "Is that from someone's lunch?"

All fingers pointed quickly to JD, who slid a little further down in his chair.

"Just clean it up, I've got a meeting in here in half an hour," Chris said, then scanned the room. "Where's Nathan?"

"Nooner," came the multiple reply.

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Vin climbed slowly on the bed, not wanting to disturb the figure already laying there. Yet. He quietly inched up the matress, sliding his lean body forward until he was face to face with the sleeping man. Chris was lightly snoring, having quickly fallen asleep after a long day of meetings with the higher-ups. All the cross-department politics drove him crazy, it could be exhausting. He had been out the minute his head hit the pillow.

Vin, however, wasn't tired. He gazed into the handsome face of his lover. Close enough to feel the blond man's warm breath tickle his own cheek, he lightly skimmed his lips over the firm jaw below him. Chris sighed softly, but didn't waken.

Vin gently pulled the sheet down, exposing more of the sleeping figure. He trailed a finger down Chris's chest, pullling it back when the man shifted slightly, then replaced it after he settled. He added another finger and with slight pressure, ran them around each nipple, watching in fascination as they hardened. Continuing his path, he laid his flat palm on the tight abdomen, enjoying the feel of every inch of hard muscle under his hand. He shifted onto his knees, then pressed both of his hands onto the other's thighs, lightly caressing the soft flesh as he ran his fingers and thumbs over the firm legs. He slipped his hands into the warmth between the two legs, letting them slide slowly down and under, his fingers brushing the bottom of a tight ass.

Suddenly, his hands were trapped, held in place by strong thighs, and he looked up into semi-alert green eyes.

"Looking for something, Vin?"

"Dunno. Let you know if I find it, though."

The face studied his for a moment, then the eyes closed and the head lowered.

"G'head then. Carry on."

Vin smiled, then laughed softly for a moment.

"See something funny do ya?"

"Nope. Just thinkin' on what JD was teachin' me at lunch t'day," he laughed again.

"Teaching you how to clean up, you mean."

"No, something better. Here, lemme show you."

He grabbed the semi-rigid organ in front of him. "Let's see, what did he say again?" Vin stretched out, leaning on one side while sliding his hand to the base of the hardening member.

"Oh yeah, grasp at the base, holding firmly so it don't flop over. Hmmm, don't think that's gonna be a problem. Don't want it squirting all over me yet, though, 'fore I gotta chance t'eat it, think that's what he told me. Le'see what's next?"

He shifted again, taking a firmer grip. "Right, I remember, I put my mouth on the top and then I'm s'posed t'squeeze and slide my hand up an' down. Yep, squeeze an' slide, squeeze an' slide, think I got it." His hand followed the action of his words, and he engulfed the now glistening head with his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around and around. His hand pressure increased, really pumping now and he applied strong suction to the fully stiffened organ. Chris was moaning, his body rising up off the bed to push himself further into that moist mouth capable of so much pleasure. Vin slid his other hand between the ass cheeks, finding the tight opening and he slipped a finger inside. Chris moaned loudly then, and Vin sucked harder, letting Chris pump himself in and out of his wet mouth. He loosened his grip slightly letting his hand follow his mouth, joining it in rythym. Chris bucked beneath him and Vin slipped a second finger past the tightened muscle, enjoying the cries of pleasure emanating from his lover. Chris tensed, orgasm starting, and Vin wrapped his legs around those of the older man, feeling those muscles flexing beneath him. He gripped the hard shaft firmly then swallowed the warm seed as it filled his mouth. He sucked and licked gently as the muscle relaxed in his grip, now softening. He smiled again, giving a final lick then slid up to lay next to his satiated partner.

"God, Vin, what th'hell was that play-by-play? JD told you all that? What exactly do you do during lunch when I'm not around?" Chris glanced sideways at the young man he loved. Vin was so beautiful. He brushed at the long hair falling in soft waves around that face. He sighed, "So, you think you can eat lunch with JD again tomorrow?"

"Yup, I'll bring a tape recorder."

THE END