Montana by Cattraine

There was a bush full of goddamned birds twittering their fool heads off right under the bedroom window. The morning light had sliced triumphantly through a narrow gap in the battered flour sack curtains and was beaming directly into his eyes. Chris Larabee growled under his breath and tried to roll over to catch a few more winks of sleep, only to be thwarted because of the heavy body pinning him to the mattress.

He peeled the heavy buffalo robe covering back to peer down at his companion, who was snoring comfortably, face half buried in Larabee’s armpit. His long tawny hair completely veiled his face and was tickling Chris’ chin and bare shoulder. Vin had one arm flung over Larabee’s chest and a heavy, muscled thigh hooked over his legs while he slept peacefully on.

Chris grinned to himself, pleased. It wasn’t often that he awoke before Tanner and he intended to take advantage of it. It wasn’t often that he got the chance to just look. He stealthily peeled the covers further down, exposing a bare golden brown shoulder and torso. Carefully he swept the long brown hair away, exposing the sleeping face. Vin wrinkled his nose and snorted, but did not wake.

Ten years they had been together in these mountains, and in the pale golden light of dawn that sleeping face still looked all of sixteen years old. Sometimes it made Larabee just feel old. Others, it just made him as randy as a young buck. (Or a young Bucklin.) He studied the beloved face fondly.

He and Tanner had made a life for themselves in these mountains, had worked hard to carve their small horse ranch out of this secluded valley. Yet sometimes, it just seemed like yesterday when they departed Four Corners, packing up their gear and heading into the unknown—together. Sometimes he still woke in the dark night, expecting to find himself alone on a narrow rack of a hard cot.

On those nights he gathered his lover to him, spooning around him and tucking him close, breathing him in. Vin always smelled like leather, sunshine and something green—like new grass. It comforted Chris almost as much as his steady breathing and the warmth of his lithe body. On those bad nights he buried his face in that silky mane and just breathed his man in until sleep overtook him again.

Larabee ran his fingertips lightly over the curve of the broad shoulder, down his bare side to his narrow hip, down to the well-muscled thigh. He stroked the silky golden brown hair there, then, unable to resist, he slid a hand around to palm a firm ass cheek, enjoying the feel of Vin’s surprisingly soft skin. Tanner was one of the toughest men he knew, but he also had a tender, gentle aspect that Larabee cherished.

Abruptly, he realized he was being studied himself. A pair of wide-awake blue eyes regarded him thoughtfully. He watched as the corners of those wide eyes crinkled up into a grin.

“Morning Cowboy. You molesting me in my sleep again?”

“Every chance I get.”

Larabee replied huskily, as he bent his head to claim that lush mouth. He nuzzled and kissed his partner, rubbing their noses gently together, their sparse morning whiskers rasping together.

Tanner hummed happily as he fit himself even closer against his man. With a lithe twist of his body he rolled over on top of a grunting Larabee, and lazily began to rub his morning erection against Chris’ lean belly, The hum morphed into a purr when Larabee slid both big, calloused hands down to grab his ass cheeks, pulled Vin hard against him and rolled to place him beneath him, blanketing him and pressing him deep into the warm feather tick. He was exactly where he wanted to be.

Larabee pressed his own hard length against Vin’s and kissed him deeply, as they began to rub together. It was lazy morning loving, slow and simple with sweet kisses and the tantalizing sensation of warm skin against warm skin. Nothing complicated or rushed as they rubbed and loved against each other until wet heat pulsed between their bellies and they sighed together. Chris went limp and laid his damp head down on his lover’s shoulder, yawned and slid back into sleep.

Vin pressed his mouth tenderly against his cheek, his hands smoothing over the long, lean back. All was right in his world. He held more in his hands then he had ever dreamed of possessing and he cherished him. He grinned at the ceiling and stealthily slid a hand up to comb gently through the hank of blond hair that hid Chris’ eyes. It was his turn to look.

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