You don't have to know football (God knows, the Cowboys are proof of that!), you just have to know that the Washington Redskins are bad, they are evil, they are the spawn of Satan and must be obliterated from the face of the earth and sent back to hell to roast for evermore in the fires of damnation.
ONE
"Oh, God... Yes, yes...God... Yesss..."
The short, sharp cries escaped Vin Tanner as he surrendered to the ecstasy overtaking him, as he abandoned all restraint and gave himself wholly over to the fierce exhilaration rushing through him. His blue eyes were wide and dark in his pleasure-flushed face, and his breath was coming in quickened gasps. He rocked back and forth and side to side in a growing frenzy, his lean torso and narrow hips twisting and writhing in a frantic rhythm. They were so close now... so close...
"YES!" he shouted in jubilation as the blessed culmination came at last. "Goddamnit, Emmitt, YESSS!" With a loud whoop, he leapt off the couch amidst a shower of popcorn and spun around in wild exultation as the Cowboys running back dashed into the end zone untouched, capping off a beautiful 23-yard run with his third touchdown of the night. "HA! Take that, you overpaid sonsabitches!" he taunted the clearly dazed members of the Washington Redskins defensive unit. "'Best team money can buy,' my ass!"
He flopped back down onto the couch with a deeply satisfied smile, ignoring the crunch under his feet of the popcorn he'd sent flying in his exuberant display. The Cowboys kicking unit took the field, and Vin laughed aloud and clapped his hands sharply together as Tim Seder's point-after try sailed through the uprights, bringing the Cowboys' score to 31, and giving them a 17-point lead over their arch-rivals.
Damn, this was perfect! The Cowboys were beating the Redskins, in Washington -- well, okay, in Landover, Maryland, but, still, it was on Washington's home turf -- on a Monday night game, before a national audience, after having been discounted by the oddsmakers as 10-point underdogs. Every sports writer in the Western hemisphere had written them off as has-beens and jokes, yet here they were, kicking ass and taking names.
And as if that weren't enough, all the other members of Team Seven had plans tonight, leaving him to watch the game alone. With Chris. Who had finished all his paperwork earlier today, leaving him free and undistracted for an evening of nothing but football. And Vin.
Yep, like that old beer commercial said, it just didn't get no better than this.
Speaking of beer...
Vin leaned forward and snatched the can off the coffee table -- cans, for God's sake! Hell, a guy makes one mistake, throws one bottle at the TV -- wasn't like he'd hit the screen, either, and that notch in the corner wasn't real noticeable unless you looked close -- and he's condemned to drinkin' beer from a can for life. Or at least for the duration of football season.
Sometimes Chris Larabee could be a soulless bastard.
The "soulless bastard" returned to the den after a quick trip to relieve himself of his own beer, and made a stop at the bar for two fresh ones. He glanced at the couch, saw Vin deeply engrossed in the game, and had to smile. He'd always loved football, had played in high school and a couple of years in college, had thought he knew almost everything about the game there was to know.
But not until he and Tanner had become lovers had he realized that a football game made for incredible foreplay.
"Brought you a refill," he said, crossing to the couch. "I figured-- Uh, Vin?" he called, his voice abruptly lowering, his eyes narrowing. "There's popcorn all over the floor." He stared down the floor between the couch and the coffee table, spotting the overturned bowl and surveying the mess around it, then lifted his gaze to his lover. "You wanta tell me why there's popcorn on the floor?"
But Tanner wasn't listening, was too intent upon watching as the Redskins offense went to work. Quarterback Brad Johnson had a number of weapons he could use -- receivers Albert Connell, James Thrash and the always reliable Irving Fryar, and running backs Larry Centers, Mike Sellers and Stephen Davis, the last considered one of the best in the league. But to use them he first had to get the ball to them, and the Cowboys seemed determined not to let that happen.
"Get him, GET him!" Vin shouted to the players on the wide-screen TV. Cowboys defensive tackle Leon Lett, the "Big Cat," had broken through the offensive line and was chasing the quarterback all over what remained of the pocket, with linebackers Dat Nguyen and Dexter Coakley joining him in the pursuit. "Somebody HIT him, goddamn it!" Tanner yelled, watching as Johnson evaded one tackle and tried to find a receiver. "For Christ's sake... YES!" he cried, slapping his hands loudly together as a wall of white jerseys took Johnson down. "That'll show him!"
"TANNER!" Chris shouted, immediately getting the startled sharpshooter's attention. "Popcorn... floor... now!" he ground out through clenched teeth, remembering vividly just how much butter Vin had poured into the corn and trying not to think of it all now oozing over the hardwood floor.
Vin gazed calmly up at his lover, his boss, utterly unintimidated by the infamous "Larabee glare" now trying to burn holes in his hide. "Aw hell, Chris, cain't it wait? There ain't but three minutes left in the third quarter, and if the defense keeps on like this, Dallas is gonna get the ball again real soon. I'll take care of it after--"
"You'll take care of it now," Chris said sternly, trying to cross his arms against his chest, but hampered by the two beers he still held. God, why couldn't Vin just jump at his every command like everyone else? And once, just once, couldn't he at least pretend to cower before "the glare"? "I don't want a sticky mess all over the floor!"
Vin sensed his partner's frustration, and could understand how he felt. After all, Chris had spent years perfecting that glare, could turn it on at a moment's notice and use it to turn the biggest, strongest man into a quivering, sobbing mess. The glare was infamous, was spoken of in hushed and reverent tones by even the toughest of federal agents. Buck Wilmington swore the glare and a magnifying glass were all you needed to start a fire. Nathan Jackson said it should be studied for application in laser surgical techniques. So, with everyone else in the world duly in awe of the glare, Vin could understand how hard it must for Chris now to be constantly confronted by the one person to whom the legendary Larabee glare... well, to be frank, didn't mean shit.
Yep, he could understand it. But that didn't mean he couldn't also have fun with it.
He tilted his head slightly to one side, arranged his features into a mask of complete innocence, and, fixing wide blue eyes upon his lover's scowling face, said guilelessly, "Wouldn't be the first sticky mess we've ever left on the floor."
Chris nearly dropped both beers at that. The words -- and Tanner's angelic expression -- stripped him of his anger, defused his glare, and left him opening and closing his mouth repeatedly, all the while sputtering helplessly for some response that never came. Then, to his horror, Vin reached up and, still gazing at him through those goddamn blue eyes, ran the long, slender fingers of one hand through the silken wealth of his own thick brown hair and slowly licked his lips. Larabee heaved a deep sigh and bowed his head, his broad shoulders slumping. He knew when he was beaten.
"One of these days, Tanner," he groaned, raising his head and holding out a beer to the younger man. "One of these days..."
Vin took the can, then, still staring up at Chris, ran his tongue along the cold aluminum to catch a trickle of condensation sliding down it. "Why not tonight?" he all but purred. "Y'know what they say, 'never put off 'til tomorrow what you can do today.'" He winked, then lapped at another bead of moisture. "Or who you can do tonight."
Chris laughed aloud and shook his head, then walked through the popcorn and sank onto the couch at his lover's side. "Goddamnit, Vin, what'm I gonna do with you?"
Tanner popped open the can and took a deep drink, wondering if he could persuade Chris to go back to bottles. "Been thinkin' about that," he answered at last, turning and draping one leg over Chris's. "Been thinkin' on it long and hard."
"Long and hard, huh?" Chris asked, reaching out to lay a strong hand on Vin's slim thigh. "You come up with anything yet?" Entirely of their own volition, his fingers began stroking Vin through his jeans, rubbing slowly, eliciting a shudder in and tearing a soft gasp from the younger man.
Vin swallowed as Chris' hand brushed along his inner thigh, igniting a familiar heat within him. "Had... maybe... one'r two things... pop up," he rasped, leaning forward as those long, strong fingers slid up toward his groin. "Chris, please..."
Larabee grinned slightly, his green eyes gleaming, and ran a thumb over Vin's crotch. Tanner bucked beneath the touch, and Larabee's grin widened at the sudden swelling he felt there. "Yeah, I believe somethin' has popped up," he teased, stroking lightly. "Didn't know this was where you kept your ideas, though."
Vin drew a sharp, hissing breath through tightly clenched teeth and arched his hips to thrust himself more fully into that hand. White heat erupted through him as his aching flesh surged and strained against his suddenly too-tight jeans. He had been waiting for and thinking of this all day, wanting -- needing -- to feel Chris against him, inside him...
But, goddamn it, the Cowboys were playing, were winning...
Chris heard the whimper that escaped the sharpshooter and took pity on him, knowing what this game meant to him. Easing his hand from Vin's crotch, he chuckled quietly and leaned over, catching Tanner's mouth with his in a sweet, promising kiss as the younger man relaxed against him.
"Let's watch the game," he murmured against Tanner's mouth. "We can play our own game later."
"'Kay," Vin breathed shakily, trying to bring his breathing and heart-rate under control. Then, not trusting his own control, he removed his leg from Chris's and slid his feet to the floor, smiling crookedly at the crunch of popcorn beneath them. "Reckon I oughtta clean that up, huh?"
Chris shrugged, smiling. "Well, you could leave it for after the game. But," the smile turned wicked, "that would just delay other things."
That was all the encouragement Vin needed. "Believe I'd best get it now," he decided, all but jumping off the couch.
Larabee watched as Tanner hurried toward the bar, admiring -- hell, almost worshipping -- the tight, shapely ass caressed by the worn jeans. Vin was built like a cat, small, sleek, compact, not an ounce of fat on him, hard muscles rippling with a lithe and tensile power beneath smooth skin. Strong shoulders topped a slender back that tapered down to narrow hips and that beautiful ass. His legs were long and lean, but, as Chris knew from his own experience, had the strength of steel when wrapped around him...
No, best not go there now. Not when there was still a whole other quarter to go. But, damn, Tanner made it hard not to think of such things when he insisted on wearing those jeans...
"Don't think I cain't feel ya starin', cowboy," Vin called as he ducked down behind the bar. "Just 'cause I'm not scared of 'the glare' don't mean I don't feel it."
"Don't you have a mess to clean up?" Chris growled. Damned uppity Texan...
Vin stood up and emerged from behind the bar with a brush-broom and dustpan in hand. Padding back to the couch, he glanced down at Chris, saw the tell-tale bulge in the black jeans, and winked. "Just don't want you makin' another one without me, cowboy," he drawled.
"I shoulda shot you the first time you called me that," Chris muttered as Vin went to his hands and knees and began sweeping up popcorn.
"Prob'ly so," Tanner agreed, crawling between couch and coffee table to sweep, but raising his head every few seconds to watch the game. "Reckon you woulda saved us both a shitload of grief. Aw hell, now what was that?" he groaned, rising on his knees and staring at the TV as a blown tackle by the Cowboys resulted in a beautiful catch for Redskins receiver Irving Fryar.
"I believe," Chris said dryly, "it's called a first down. So much for the Cowboys gettin' the ball back."
"Stupid sonsabitches an' their goddamn arm tackles!" Tanner swore harshly. "Whatever happened ta knockin' the receiver off his goddamn feet? Shit," he spat, going back to his sweeping. "They're gonna end up losin' this yet!"
Chris stifled a laugh at Tanner's grumbling, knowing how personally the sharpshooter took these games. Realizing as he now did exactly what the Cowboys meant to Vin, what they had meant all through the hard and dark years of his difficult youth, he could understand the younger man's displays of intense passion during their games. And, he had to admit, he certainly did love watching Vin watch the Cowboys. Tanner was so open, so unguarded, at these times, freely expressing every emotion that gripped him, from delight to disgust.
Of course, it was that very openness that had gotten him demoted from bottles to cans...
Vin raised up again, then folded his arms across Larabee's hard-muscled thigh and gazed up at the older man. "Need ya to move your feet, cowboy," he said, rubbing his chest against that leg. "Unless you like the feel of popcorn between your toes."
"You're an evil bastard, Tanner," Chris rasped, intensely aware of the feel of Vin against him.
Vin moved closer still, then laid his head down on his arms and smiled slightly, his blue eyes fixed upon Larabee's face. "Reckon I've heard that before," he drawled. "But I ain't sure I understand it. Reckon maybe I need somebody ta show me the error of my ways." He pulled an arm from beneath his head and slid his hand along the inside of Larabee's thigh. "Got any volunteers?"
"Shit!" Chris yelped as Vin's wayward hand found his crotch. "Goddamn you--"
"Yup," Vin sighed, raising his head and shaking it slowly, his expression one of utter resignation, "reckon he will. Now," he slapped Chris's thigh, "get yer feet up off the floor so's I can clean up this mess."
Larabee did as ordered, lifting his feet and setting them on the coffee table. A low growl escaped him as Vin wriggled under him, making a careful show of sweeping up popcorn as he rubbed his back repeatedly against his lover's legs.
"Damn, this stuff goes ever'where!" Vin marveled, sweeping under the couch and table. "How much did you make, Chris? Thought I'd eaten most of it, but it looks like I'se wrong." He put his head down to get a better look under the table, leaving his butt stuck up in the air.
Chris groaned at the sight and let his head fall back against the couch, feeling an urgent need to unzip his jeans. Evil didn't begin to describe Vin Tanner!
"FUMBLE!" Tanner shouted, jerking suddenly upright as the Redskins receiver coughed up the ball. A swarm of white jerseys hit the stadium floor, and when the referees finally fought to the bottom of the pile, Cowboys safety Izell Reese was curled tightly around the ball. "YES!" Vin yelled, jumping to his feet and sending all the popcorn he'd collected in the dustpan flying once more into the air. "Didja see that, Chris? I told ya they was gonna get the ball!"
Chris stared from the popcorn covering his chest and lap to the jubilant form of his lover. "Yeah, Vin, I saw," he chuckled, delighting in the almost childlike pleasure written on that beautiful face. "What's say we just forget about the popcorn and watch the rest of the game. You're better with a gun than a broom any day." He leaned forward and took the broom and dustpan from Vin's hands, then tossed them aside and grabbed the waistband of Tanner's jeans, pulling him back onto the couch. "Better hope you never have to take a job that calls for more sweeping than shooting."
Vin nestled close to Chris and laid his head against one strong shoulder, gazing raptly into the lean face and tracing its strong lines with a feather-light finger. "Ain't thinkin' on firin' me, are ya, cowboy?" he breathed, his voice even raspier than usual. "'Cause of my evil ways an' all?"
Chris took Vin's hand in his own and carried it to his lips, pressing a tender kiss into its callused palm. "Hell, no," he breathed, planting kisses against each of the long, slender fingers. "It's those evil ways that cause me ta keep ya around. Jesus, Tanner," he moaned, sliding an arm about the smaller man and pulling him more closely to him, "what the hell've you done ta me?"
Vin turned and slid himself into Chris's lap, straddling him and leaning close, planting his mouth against the tender skin just beneath Larabee's ear. "Just showin' ya how much fun sin an' degradation can be," he whispered, kissing and licking his way down the length of that warm throat. "Come with me to the dark side," he intoned, then nipped sharply at Chris's neck.
"Jesus!" Chris gasped, his whole body jerking in response to those teeth. "Don't recall... Darth Vader... ever bitin' Luke!"
Vin alternated between biting and licking while his hands roamed slowly over Larabee's powerful chest. "Mebbe he shoulda tried it," he whispered, nibbling at the pulse pounding in Chris's throat. "Seems ta be workin' pretty good for me. Damn, ya taste good!" he growled, feasting greedily upon his lover.
"C'mere, you!" Chris ordered, snaking one arm hard about Vin and entwining the fingers of his other hand in the sharpshooter's long hair. Tugging firmly at the silken curls, he pulled Vin's head up from his throat and tilted it back, then smothered those ravenous lips with his own. White fire erupted through him at the taste and feel of Vin against him, and he buried his mouth in Vin's with a tortured groan.
The sheer savagery of Chris's kiss awoke an answering wildness in Vin, sparked a ferocity that Larabee alone could arouse. He plundered Chris's mouth with his tongue, licking, stroking, searching; then sucked and bit at the lips moving so demandingly against his own. His hands raked down Chris's chest, along his sides, down his back, while his powerful thighs squeezed ever harder at Larabee's lean hips and his butt ground rhythmically into Chris's bulging crotch. He was on fire with need, every nerve come to jagged, screaming life, his own flesh swollen to tortured fullness.
But, God, how he loved this pain!
"Vin... Jesus, Vin!" Chris groaned into Tanner's mouth. He pulled the younger man ever closer, held him ever harder, wanting nothing more than to make Tanner part of himself. The mouth ravaging his was delicious, the body moving against his, exquisite. Chris was on fire from his head to his toes and was more than willing to lose himself in the flames. "Gotta help me here, pard," he gasped as Vin ground himself again into the very heart of that fire. "I'm in pain. Need ya... ta help me out!"
Vin growled low in his throat and slithered off Larabee's lap to kneel on the floor, his hands going at once to the fly of the tight black jeans. Chris groaned harshly and let his head fall back against the couch, clutching at the cushions beneath him and thrusting upward with his hips as those talented hands moved against him.
"Vin... God... Hurts..."
Tanner smiled wickedly at the sight of the formidable, indomitable Chris Larabee reduced to moaning, writhing incoherence at his hands, and felt a sharp surge of exhilaration at the realization of his power over this man. But that power was based on love, and, needing Chris to know that, he rose to his feet and leaned over, pressing the tenderest of kisses to that wet and swollen mouth.
"Don't worry, cowboy," he breathed, gently stroking the tousled blond hair back from Chris's flushed face, "I gotcha. And I'm gonna take real good care of ya, for as long as you'll let me."
Chris opened his eyes and gazed up into that beautiful face, smiling into the dark blue eyes. "Then you'd best get used to takin' care of me, Vin," he murmured. "'Cause I ain't ever lettin' you go."
Tanner smiled brilliantly, his eyes flooding with joy, and he kissed Chris again. Then the smile turned wicked and he moved his mouth to nip at Larabee's ear. "'Nuff sweet talk, cowboy," he growled into that ear. "Time ta return to my evil doin's." And he dropped once more to his knees, returning his attention to his lover's swollen, needy crotch.
Chris lifted head and stared down, transfixed as ever by the expression of intense concentration that Vin wore at such times. His forehead furrowed beneath a curling fringe of hair as his slender brows drew downward over blue eyes gone darker and denser than usual, and the familiar pink tongue peeked through his frowning lips. Long, agile fingers -- capable of such deadly skill with gun and knife -- moved with that same ease against his fly, slipping the button through its hole and carefully pulling down the zipper.
"Glad ta see y'ain't wearin' them button-flys tonight," Vin teased. "Hell of a thing gettin' all them buttons undone with you strainin' so against 'em. Well, lookee here what I found," he drawled as Chris's engorged cock sprang free of its restraint. "Seems somebody left me some candy!"
At Vin's urging, Chris lifted his hips enough to let his lover strip him of jeans and briefs, then quickly removed his own shirt and threw it aside. Sinking back against the couch, he let his hand stray to his own aching, burning flesh, only to have it slapped away.
"Leave it be," Vin growled, as territorial as any wolf. "I'll get to it in a minute. But first, I got me a whole new playground t'explore." He stripped off his own t-shirt, then slipped between Chris's legs and leaned forward, pressing his mouth to his partner's naked chest. Starting at the notch in Larabee's collarbone, he slowly kissed, licked, sucked and bit his way down, delighting in the scent and taste that were Chris's alone. He fed hungrily on the man, breathed him deeply into himself, exploring and claiming him with mouth and hands, imprinting every aspect of Chris Larabee upon his memory. And when Chris's hands began exploring him, he briefly wondered if it were possible to die from pleasure alone.
But, Jesus, what a death it would be!
Chris ran his hands through Vin's hair, reveling in the feel of its tangled silk against his skin, then slid them down the slim neck and over the strong, supple shoulders, stroking and kneading the iron muscles beneath the warm, smooth skin. From there, they trailed down the slender back, his fingers tracing the scars they encountered, his heart clenching at the evidence of all the hurt his fierce and gentle lover had suffered in his young life. But, not wanting to cloud this moment with thoughts of pain, he forced his hands to move on, to worship with their touch the sinewy beauty in their grasp. Then Vin started to move lower, and, though not yet ready to, Chris let him go. He'd sworn he'd never hold Vin against his will, never seek to possess him.
It was, he knew, the only way he'd ever be able to keep the wild, free creature that was Vin Tanner with him.
Vin slowly lowered himself back to his knees, licking and kissing a path down Chris's taut, flat abdomen. Snake-like, his tongue darted in and out of Larabee's shallow navel, while his hands slid around to the man's narrow hips. He slowly stroked the soft, smooth skin there, then slipped his fingers downward to his groin and along his inner thighs. Meanwhile, his mouth worked lower, too, down from the navel to the thatch of curling dark golden hair against which Chris's thick cock was twitching. Unable any longer to resist its lure, he lifted his head a fraction and slid his tongue along its hard length.
"Jesus!" Chris cried, his hips bucking wildly as that wet tongue moved against his heat. "Shit, Tanner, you're gonna kill me!"
Vin gave a low chuckle, then laved his tongue against the weeping head, causing Chris to buck again. "Helluva way ta go, ain't it, cowboy?" he teased.
Chris couldn't answer. He was breathing hard and fast, his hands clutching desperately at nothing, his cock a screaming mass of fire. Vin's mouth descended again and took him whole, and Chris screamed out in wordless torment.
Helluva way, indeed!
Vin sucked ravenously at Chris, sliding his mouth up and down the thick-swollen shaft, tonguing the large vein and the leaking slit. Then he released the cock and turned his attention to Chris's heavy balls, licking and sucking, breathing deeply all the while of Chris's heady scent. But still another treasure called to him, and he let the sacs fall from his mouth, sliding his tongue between them to the dark, puckered hole just behind them.
Chris bucked and cried out again and very nearly came on the spot as Vin's tongue rimmed his hole. He was in pain, in agony, and moaned helplessly, sliding a trembling hand to his tortured, needy cock.
Again Vin thrust the hand away, gripping Larabee's wrist in his long, strong fingers. But he could see the man was on the verge, and knew it was time to end his torment. Once again, he shifted on his knees, then took Chris into his mouth.
"Oh, Jesus, yes!" Chris howled, thrusting frantically into the wet cavern that engulfed him. That glorious mouth sucked at him, while talented fingers played with his balls, the two combining to drive him into a mindless frenzy. He drove his hands into Vin's hair and pulled him down, forcing the young man to take him deeper still.
And Vin did, opening his throat to take all of Chris he could, sucking ravenously at the flesh that filled his mouth. He could taste Chris down to his soul, and thought he could survive on this alone.
Hell, he knew he could, because he'd survived on so much less!
Chris clung to Vin's hair and thrust into his mouth, uttering harsh, thick groans as the familiar boiling started within him. He could feel it building, and gave himself completely over to it, welcoming this shattering of his control. It surged through him with an elemental fury, and he cried out harshly as he erupted into his lover's mouth.
"VIN!"
Tanner caught every drop of the powerful stream and milked Chris for still more, sucking and swallowing hungrily as Chris poured himself into him. And only when Larabee was empty and limp did Vin let him slip from his mouth. He closed his eyes and rested his head against Chris's trembling thigh, needing this moment of closeness.
Chris exhaled unsteadily and smiled slightly, gently stroking Vin's tangled hair. "Goddamn, Tanner, you're good!" he breathed. "Felt like you were gonna suck my brains out for a minute!"
Vin smiled crookedly and raised his head, staring up at his lover. "Reckon I'll take what I c'n get," he drawled.
TWO
"C'mere," Chris urged, reaching down to draw the younger man once more into his arms. He cradled Vin against him -- Tanner's legs over his own, the tousled head at his shoulder, against his cheek -- and wrapped his arms about the slender frame. "You're a damn marvel, you know that?" he asked, cherishing the rightness of the feel of this body against his.
"Y'ain't so bad yourself, cowboy," Vin murmured, resting contentedly against his lover. "Ain't ever had nobody make me feel like you do."
"And how's that?"
Vin smiled. "Wanted. Really wanted. Not just 'cause'a somethin' I c'n do for ya or somethin' I c'n give ya, but just wanted 'cause I'm me."
Chris shifted slightly and moved Vin away just enough that he could look into his eyes. "You are wanted, Vin," he said in a low voice roughened by emotion. He reached up and gently pushed the thick hair away from that face, then stroked Vin's cheek with his thumb. "You're wanted, and needed. Don't you ever forget that."
Vin sighed and laid his head back against Chris's shoulder. "Kinda hard to, when ya hold me like this. Ain't had a lotta this, either."
Chris chuckled quietly. "Well, get used to it, pard, 'cause you're gonna have a lot of it from now on." He laid a cheek against Vin's head, then frowned at the TV screen. "Well, I'll be damned!" he breathed.
"What?"
Chris laughed aloud. "Two-minute warnin', pard. And your Cowboys are up by... Jesus, look at that! The score's 41 to 17!"
"WHAT?" Vin yelped, sitting up abruptly, his face flooding with joy. "Shit, there ain't no way Washington can come back from that in two minutes! Goddamn, Chris, the Cowboys're gonna win!"
"Sure looks that way--"
"Here they come," Vin murmured, leaning forward and watching intently as the Cowboys defensive unit all but strutted back onto the field. Washington's player looked dazed, disoriented, like they'd been hit by a train they hadn't seen coming. "Hell, they cain't believe it, either!" he crowed.
Watching what remained of the game was like watching the tail-end of a slaughter, and Vin couldn't have been happier to see it. The Dallas defense swarmed over the field like flies over honey, pounding running backs and receivers, deflecting passes, and chasing Johnson around in the pocket until it seemed he couldn't see straight. Vin cheered every hit, disputed every penalty Dallas drew, and shouted for ones he was certain should have been called against Washington.
By the time the Dallas offense returned to the field, it was all over but the crying. With less than a minute left, Aikman dutifully took a knee every time he touched the ball, which also drew Tanner's wrath.
"Aw hell, that's chickenshit!" he rasped. "They coulda run at least one more play--"
"Vin," Chris sighed patiently, "the man's had more concussions than you have. There's no need to risk him gettin' hurt again just because you wanta see Dallas run up the score and grind Washington into the dust. Now, look--"
"YESSS!" Vin shouted, jumping up as the final whistle blew. "We won! Shit, it's about fuckin' time!" He would have jumped again, but was abruptly taken into strong, imprisoning arms, spun about and roughly kissed. "We won," he whispered, melting into that mouth and that body.
When he felt Vin press against him, Chris growled and grabbed Tanner's arms, then shoved him down onto the couch. Towering above the smaller man, he stared down into those wide, hazy blue eyes, and grinned wickedly.
"Cowboys always win!" he said slowly, deliberately, delighting in the visible tremor that rippled through Tanner's body. "Remember that."
Vin stared up at the long, lean body displayed in all its naked splendor before him, and ran his tongue over his lips. "I'm a slow learner," he rasped, feeling a hot thrill shooting from his head to his feet as his hungry gaze took in the power and beauty that was Chris Larabee. "Reckon I c'd use some remindin'."
Chris bent forward, leaning over Tanner and placing his hands against the back of the couch, on either side of Vin's shoulders, imprisoning the smaller man between them. Bowing his head, he pressed his mouth to Vin's and kissed him slowly, deeply, drawing a breathless moan from his lover. He feasted for long moments on Vin's lips, thoroughly explored every bit of that delicious mouth, launched a ruthless, relentless assault against Tanner's already reeling senses.
"Lucky for you," he murmured huskily, moving his mouth from Vin's to trail it with a burning slowness along that finely chiseled jawline, "that I've always been a big believer in remedial education."
Tanner tried to answer, but merely whimpered instead as that demanding, masterful mouth destroyed his ability to think. He slipped his arms about Chris's neck and pulled him closer, aching to feel his lover against every part of himself.
Chris kissed, licked and bit his way to Vin's ear, then sucked and nipped at the tender lobe before slipping his tongue into and around the delicate shell. His breath fanned hotly against Tanner's skin, and Larabee could feel the younger man trembling against him, could hear the ragged rasp of his quickened breathing, and knew his evil, wicked lover was entirely at his mercy.
"Payback's a bitch, Tanner," he breathed into his lover's ear.
"Yeah," Vin moaned, digging his fingernails into Larabee's powerful shoulders. "Oh, God, Chris," he begged, "pay me back some more!"
Chris chuckled low and deep in his throat, and proceeded to do just that. With careful attention to every one of Tanner's most sensitive spots -- the flesh just beneath his ears, the nape of his neck, the junction of his neck and shoulder just above his collarbone, the throbbing pulse-point in his throat -- Chris made love with his mouth to Tanner's neck and shoulders, kissing, biting sharply, then licking, delighting in the small whimpers and soft moans he tore from the sharpshooter. Ordinarily, Tanner was so calm, so capable, so completely self-possessed, that nothing satisfied Larabee more than reducing him to this state of almost mindless desperation. With that reserve of his shattered, Vin could hold nothing back, would respond with the frenzied wildness that Chris so loved in him.
And now to get him there...
Vin stiffened and cried out hoarsely as that hot, demanding mouth closed about one nipple and sucked ravenously, as a forefinger and thumb closed about his other and began rolling and pinching it into hardness. Another hand slid around to his back and slowly snaked its way down, stroking, kneading, rubbing, long fingers igniting a raging fire under his already burning flesh, merciless mouth sending waves of pain and delight coursing through him. He could feel himself trembling uncontrollably and straining against Chris, could hear himself begging and pleading, but could not understand his own words.
Oh, but, God, God, he needed!
"What, Vin?" Larabee whispered, alternating between the two dark, taut nipples and tonguing each of them in turn. "What do you need? Tell me, Vin. Tell me so I'll know."
But Tanner only whimpered again, clutching at Chris and trying frantically to pull the man closer to him, thrusting his hips upward in a mounting frenzy. Unable even to form words, he simply grabbed one of Chris's hands and slid it to his crotch, pressing it desperately to the tortured hardness there.
"Please!" he finally managed to rasp, moving Larabee's hand over him and urging him to stroke.
Chris raised his head from Vin's chest and gazed into that flushed face, those wide, unfocused eyes, and took pity on his partner's pain. As Vin moaned harshly and dropped his head against Chris's shoulder, shuddering violently in raging hunger, Larabee cradled him close for a moment and tenderly kissed his head.
"You in pain, pard?" he asked softly. Vin only nodded against his shoulder, and Chris kissed him again. "Then let me help you." He gently pushed Vin against the back of the couch, and smiled at the taut bulge straining against his worn jeans. "Yeah, I guess that would hurt. All right, let's get you some relief." He knelt before Vin and carefully unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans, then, with feeble help from Vin, lifted Tanner's narrow hips and stripped him of the jeans, smiling wickedly as he noted the young man's lack of briefs. "Sure of yourself, ain'tcha, Tanner?" he teased, lightly slapping one slim thigh. "Smug little... Jesus!" he whispered, his own hunger rising abruptly at the sight of Vin's thick, weeping cock. "Goddamn, Vin, the things you do ta me!"
But Tanner was more concerned with the things he wanted -- needed -- Chris to do to him. He was so hot, so hard, and half-feared he would die if Chris didn't help him soon. He licked his lips repeatedly, his head moving frantically from side to side, and moaned thickly in torment, thrusting his hips against nothing and reaching down to take himself in his own hand.
"No you don't," Chris warned, grabbing Vin's hand and holding it in his, lacing their fingers together. "This is mine. Gotta let me take care of you." He bowed his head and placed a tender kiss against the leaking slit.
"JESUS!" Vin howled, almost jerking off the couch. "Chris--"
"Ssh, ssh," Chris soothed, grasping Vin's hips and holding them down. "Easy, pard, easy. I'm gonna make it all better soon."
Tanner was gasping for breath and moaning, his whole body twitching in agony. His thick, rigid cock ached and throbbed unbearably, and he wanted desperately to touch it, to rid himself of this pain, but could not move his hands. They were held at his hips by Larabee's steel grip, and he almost sobbed in frustration.
Chris would have liked nothing more than to play with Vin a while longer, but he knew his lover was in agony, was painfully near the edge, and could not bear to prolong his suffering. Starting at the base of Vin's rock-hard shaft, he slowly licked his way up, hungrily tonguing the thick vein, then, as Vin bucked and cried out again, took him whole into his mouth.
"Ah, God, CHRIS!" Vin shouted, thrusting violently into the silken wetness, nearly undone by the feel of that exquisite mouth about him. He tore his hands free and buried them in Chris's hair, pulling Larabee down as he drove himself upward, his whole body on fire. He clutched at Chris and uttered thick, wordless cries, thrusting and straining into him with a mounting desperation.
Chris took Vin as deep as he could, reveling in the taste of him. He sucked greedily at his lover's swollen cock and squeezed his heavy balls, knowing he did not have long to wait. Tanner's frenzy was fueling his own hunger, stoking his own fire, and he could feel his own flesh rising and twitching with resurgent need.
Tanner was like a goddamn drug, and Chris Larabee was well and truly hooked!
"Oh, God... God... Chris... God..." Tanner could feel it coming, the fierce and furious tide building, churning, rising, and he let it claim him. He threw back his head and thrust into Chris's mouth, driving his fingers into his lover's shoulders and screaming as it hit him. "CHRISSS!"
Tanner erupted into him, and Chris welcomed the stream, relishing every drop. He sucked and swallowed and milked Vin for still more, mouth working at Tanner's cock, hands working at his balls, as he sought to appease his hunger. But he knew it was no use, knew the moment he'd first tasted Vin he had become utterly insatiable.
They could do this all goddamn day, and it still wouldn't be enough!
At last, spent and empty, Vin groaned hoarsely and collapsed against Chris, breathing heavily and trembling uncontrollably, completely wrung out. To his great relief -- and deep pleasure -- Chris rose from his knees and returned to the couch, then once more gathered him into his strong arms and held him close. Vin nestled his head against Chris's shoulder and closed his eyes, smiling slightly and laying a hand over his lover's heart, feeling its beating matching that of his own.
"Don't thick I c'd ever get tired'a this," he murmured contentedly. "Hell, I ain't sure I'll ever even get used to it."
Chris reached up and took Vin's hand in his, holding it against his chest. Not for a moment was he tempted to make light of Vin's words, for he was slowly coming to understand how deeply felt they were. It still appalled him to realize how very little love Vin had known in his life, how often and how badly he had been hurt by those who should instead have been protecting and caring for him. Tanner's trust had been so repeatedly and so cruelly betrayed in his youth that, as an adult, he could rarely bring himself to give it to another. But, as one of the precious few to whom it had been given, Chris had long ago determined to do whatever it took, to pay any price, to bear any burden, to make sure he never did anything to violate it.
And if he had to spend the rest of his life convincing Vin of that, well, there were far worse ways to spend a life!
He slipped a hand under Tanner's chin and tipped his head back, smiling into those deep blue eyes. "Then maybe I should start getting you used to it," he breathed, lightly rubbing a thumb over that beautiful mouth. "I want it to be the first thing you think of when you wake up, and the last thing you think about before you go to sleep. I want you to know, every minute of every day, how I feel about you, how much I love you, and how thankful I am that I have you. I want it to become as much a part of you as breathing. I want you to be able to forget everything else that's ever happened in your life, except that I love you."
Vin stared up at him in silence, eyes wide and dark, his heart and mind filling with those words. He raised a hand and slowly traced the strong lines and hard angles of that finely sculpted face, loving this man as he'd never imagined he would ever be able to love anyone. In all his life, the only safety and security he'd ever known were those he knew here, with Chris Larabee.
"I want you ta show me," he murmured, resting his hand against Chris's cheek. "Show me how much. I want you ta make love ta me. I mean," he blushed and bowed his head, suddenly realizing how demanding he must sound, "if'n ya don't mind." He swallowed and shrugged, still staring downward. "If'n you're too tired, I understand--"
"Hush," Chris ordered softly, lifting Tanner's head and silencing him with a kiss. "I'm not too tired, and I don't mind at all." He grinned wolfishly, and watched the younger man's blush deepen. "Besides, Tanner, there are some things in this life much more enjoyable than sleeping. And you happen to be just about all of 'em." He kissed Vin again. "Come on, let's go in the bedroom. I'm not takin' time to build a fire, and you're startin' to shiver. A few minutes more out here, and you'll be turnin' blue."
Vin laughed softly and got to his feet. He had no idea why he felt the cold more acutely than Chris, knew only that he could take a chill in a minute and have it linger for hours. But he also knew that, however cold he got, one of his chief pleasures in life was letting Chris warm him up again.
The man was better than a pair of wool socks!
Nonetheless, by the time he got to the master bedroom, he was only to glad to jump into the bed and dive under the pile of thick comforters, pulling them up close to his chin. Chris, a few steps behind him, laughed at the familiar sight -- nothing visible of Vin save his face and long hair -- and, shaking his head, went to the dresser and pulled open a drawer. Rummaging around briefly, he pulled out a thick gray wad and tossed it to Tanner.
"Here, put these on," he ordered. "If I know you, by now your feet are like ice, and I'm not lookin' forward to feelin' 'em shoved up against me."
Vin pouted at his lover, his blue eyes accusing. "If you really loved me, you'd be glad ta warm 'em up."
Chris arched a blond brow and crossed his arms against his chest. "I do love you, but I ain't no goddamn foot-warmer. Besides," a slow, lascivious smile spread across his face, "there are other parts of you I want to warm up. Now, put on the socks, or I'll do it for you."
Tanner sat up at that and grabbed the socks. Chris knew exactly where on his feet he was hysterically ticklish, and was not above using that knowledge for his own evil ends. Scowling darkly and muttering under his breath about pushy senior agents, he pulled on the socks and, despite his most stubborn intentions, was immediately grateful for their warmth.
"There," he sulked, sitting Indian-style in the middle of the bed and staring up at Chris, "you happy now?"
Larabee had to admit that he was. With his long brown hair tumbling about his face and over his shoulders in disordered curls, his blue eyes dark and deep, his lips pouting and that strong, slender body naked except for the socks, Vin Tanner was probably the most gorgeous creature he'd ever seen. And the man was all his. Forever.
"Oh, yeah," Chris breathed, feeling the heat and hunger stirring in his groin, "I am definitely happy now!"
Vin saw the flush of desire spreading beneath Larabee's flesh, saw the rising and twitching of his cock, and absently licked his lips in anticipation. He let his eyes travel slowly over that beautiful body, admired the broad shoulders, the powerful chest, the trim waist and flat, hard stomach, then shuddered and exhaled unsteadily as he beheld the narrow hips and what awaited him below them. Chris's thick erection brought him immediately to full and aching hardness, and he slowly unfolded his legs and stretched them out before him, then reached down and began stroking himself.
"Wanta gimme a hand here?" he invited in a hoarse, husky drawl.
Chris growled and leapt onto the bed like a big cat pouncing on its prey. He pushed Vin back against the pillows and covered the lithe, lean body with his in one graceful move, snatching Tanner's hands away from his cock and pinning them down against the bed. With another low growl, he bowed his head and claimed Vin's mouth with his in a hungry, bruising kiss.
They came together with the primal ferocity that was theirs alone, mouths joining, legs linking, hips thrusting and grinding furiously. Harsh, wordless cries escaped them as they ravaged each other, hands clutching, nails raking, frantic mouths and hands greedily devouring everything they touched. Fire swept through them, sped by pounding, racing blood, and raging flesh screamed for relief from the heat.
Never lifting his mouth from Vin's chest, feasting upon one taut, hard nipple, Chris reached blindly for the bedside table and yanked open the top drawer. Feeling around, he finally found what he sought and yanked it out, popping open the lid with a thumbnail. Only when he had it did he raise himself to his knees. He stared down at Vin through glittering green eyes, his chest heaving, his body bathed in sweat, his heart hammering wildly against his ribs.
"Tell me again what you want!" he demanded harshly, his own need more than he could bear.
Vin was in agony, his eyes closed, his head thrashing, his body writhing in the tangled sheets. He wanted -- needed -- to thrust, but Chris had him pinned too firmly between his powerful legs, and he could not break free. A wrenching sob of anguish tore from him and he reached with shaking hands for his hideously aching cock.
"Want... you!" he rasped, stroking and pumping himself. "Oh, God... Chris... Chris... please... make love... to me!"
Chris reached down and gently unwound Vin's hands from himself, smiling at the younger man's pained whimper. "Don't worry, pard," he assured his lover, "I'm gonna make it all better real soon."
He poured a generous amount of oil into his hands and rubbed them together, warming the lubricant before applying it to Vin. Then, speaking softly to his writhing lover all the while, he placed his hands on Vin's inner thighs just below his groin and began stroking upward, with each sweep bringing them closer to Vin's weeping cock.
"Ssh," he soothed as Vin bucked and cried out. "Just let me take care of you."
Tanner arched his back and groaned harshly, then clutched tightly at the pillow beneath his head, knowing Chris would, indeed, take care of him, but praying he would hurry. "Cain't last!" he ground out through clenched teeth.
"Won't have to much longer," Chris assured him. He poured more oil into his hands, warmed it, and slathered it over Tanner's thick erection and heavy balls. Then, pulling Vin's legs over his own thighs to raise Tanner's ass off the bed, he slid two oiled fingers over the dark, puckered hole behind the balls.
"JESUS!" Tanner howled, bucking violently as that touch sent spasms of white heat charging through him. "Chris, please..."
Chris clenched his teeth, his own cock twitching at Vin's reaction. He was leaking in anticipation, but knew better than to rush. Fighting to hold himself -- and Vin -- in check, he stroked the hole again, then slipped one oiled finger into it, rimming and stretching carefully. His breath was tearing from him in harsh, heavy gasps now, and Vin was pleading incoherently, but still he willed caution upon them both.
Not for all the pleasure in the world would he cause Vin pain...
But Tanner was already in pain, and feared he might die from it. As a second finger slipped into him, he cried out hoarsely and tore his hands from his pillow to plunge them once more to his throbbing, weeping cock, desperate for relief. Again, though, Chris pried them away and forced them back, and Vin cried out in frustration.
Chris worked the tight ring, felt it give, and inserted a third finger. With his other hand, he began oiling his hard, thick staff, not wanting to lose a moment when he knew Vin was ready. And as soon as he felt the muscle soften and give way, he pulled out his fingers and pressed the head of his cock at Tanner's opening, then carefully inserted himself.
"Oh, God!" he gasped as he slipped inside, as Vin's tight, moist heat engulfed him. "Jesus, Tanner, so good... Sweet Jesus, yes!"
Vin stiffened and gasped harshly at the momentary burning, but immediately felt pain give way to pleasure. Chris was moving so slowly into him, but it was a slowness he craved, a chance to savor the exquisite fullness and heat of his lover, a chance to feel his body making way for and welcoming Chris. He wrapped his legs around Chris and pulled himself up higher on him, opening himself further, eager to feel the man embedded fully in him.
And soon Chris was, his thick flesh completely sheathed in Vin, his heat fully buried in Vin's. Then he leaned forward and began to thrust, his sure, strong strokes tearing cries from both of them. And when their rhythm was established, he reached for Vin's cock and began to pump him, his hands working in time with his hips.
Vin was driven wild as Chris worked him inside and out, as Larabee took control of his body. Wave after wave of searing, pounding pleasure swept through him, stripping him of all conscious thought. He could do nothing now but feel and react, and those reactions were growing ever more frenzied. He thrust himself frantically into Chris's hand, and did all he could to drive Chris more deeply into him. He writhed and bucked wildly, clutched at Chris and dug his nails into him, uttering wordless cries all the while.
Chris was almost as far gone as Vin. Again and again he plunged into his lover's tight, hot chasm, undone by the feel of Vin's closeness about him. He could hear himself murmuring, but had no idea what he was saying, knew only that he could not get enough of Vin. He leaned farther forward still, pumping harder at Tanner's cock and driving deeper into his passage, giving free rein to his lust.
Vin thrust against Chris in a mounting frenzy, driven almost mad by the man's movements inside him. All at once, though, Chris slammed against his pleasure spot, then hit it again, and Tanner howled as the force of it exploded through him. He bucked violently and thrust wildly into Chris's hand, feeling the hot tide surging through him. Again Larabee hit that spot, and Vin came with a shattering force, shooting forth his seed and screaming out his lover's name.
"CHRISSS!"
The violent bucking of Vin's body against his and the pungent smell and feel of Tanner's seed coating his skin combined to send Chris over the edge. The boiling wave slammed through him, and he cried out harshly as his burning flesh erupted into his lover's body. He threw back his head and thrust furiously, pouring every ounce of himself into Vin.
"Jesus!" he gasped when at last he was empty. Withdrawing carefully from Vin, he collapsed onto the bed and drew Tanner to him, cradling the slight, spent body tenderly against his own. "God, Vin, you are incredible!"
Vin raised brilliant sapphire eyes to his lover's face, smiling contentedly at the older man. "Y'ain't so bad yourself, cowboy," he rasped, reaching out to run gentle fingers through Larabee's sweat-damp hair. "Some workout, huh?"
Chris chuckled quietly. "If that don't get the ol' heart pumpin', nothin' will." He raised up on one arm and smiled teasingly down at Vin. "So, we gonna do this every time the Cowboys win?"
Tanner frowned. "Aw hell, Chris, if we wait for 'em to win, we might never do this again!" he grumbled. "Ain't like they're winnin' ever' game, y'know."
"No shit!"
Tanner scowled darkly. "Watch it, Larabee," he growled. "They may suck, but they're still my team, so's you'd best have some respect!"
Chris smiled and leaned forward, kissing him softly. "Got all the respect in the world for you, pard," he murmured against Tanner's lips. "So I'll cut your team some slack. Besides," he reached out and ran gentle fingers through Vin's hair, "I've always admired loyalty in a man."
Tanner grinned and snuggled closer, slipping an arm about Chris's waist and pressing a leg between Larabee's. "Ain't loyalty," he murmured against Chris's chest, rewarded by a sharp intake of breath from the older man. "I reckon I'm just a sucker for cowboys."
Chris exhaled unsteadily and shuddered as Vin's thigh rubbed slowly against his groin. "Uh, Vin--"
"Shut up, Larabee," Tanner growled, pushing the older man onto his back and climbing atop him. "You talk too damn much." A slow, evil grin spread across his face, and pure wickedness shone in his eyes. "Don't you know what time it is?" he asked softly, straddling Chris's hips and running a forefinger lightly down his heaving chest.
Chris stared up and shook his head, mesmerized by the gleaming blue eyes, the provocative smile, and the light touch that had his heart doing flip-flops and his cock twitching to new life. "No," he croaked helplessly, reaching up to caress those sinewy thighs. "What time... is it?"
Vin gave a low, throaty laugh and leaned down, running his tongue over Larabee's lips. "It's time for the post-game show!"
Chris groaned, then shuddered involuntarily as that tongue swept over his jawline and down his throat. Post-game show...
Jesus, Tanner really was gonna kill him...
But, goddamn it, it'd be a helluva way to go!
THE END
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