The Sweetest Blow

Vin Tanner breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief as he spotted his suitcase pop out of the rubberised doors, and begin to snake its way towards him on the slow moving luggage carousel. The claustrophobic ATF agent was starting to feel the walls of the baggage reclaim hall pressing in on him and, after being stuck on the aircraft for over four hours, he was more than ready to be out of the airport and into the open air.

The sharpshooter had just returned from Miami, where he’d been attending the Bureau’s annual, week-long, weapons and tactics conference. The acclaimed marksman had been his team’s sole representative and, whilst Vin had found the lectures and presentations useful and interesting, he’d not enjoyed being on his own in the bustling city.

So now that he was home, he was desperate to see a familiar face. It was always the same these days, and he constantly marvelled at how easily he’d made the transition from being a virtual loner as a licensed bounty hunter, to a staunch team player in Team Seven. However, the Texan knew that those astonishing changes to his working and personal lifestyle had been mainly wrought by his close relationship with Chris Larabee. He was also acutely aware that the person he’d missed most of all this week, had been his boss and partner.

This had been Vin and Chris’s first prolonged separation since becoming lovers nearly three months ago, and the younger man couldn’t believe how lost and bereft he’d felt for the duration of the mandatory conference. Of course, the pair had spoken on the ‘phone daily but, for the sharpshooter, that long-distance, impersonal contact had only heightened his frustration and loneliness. After speaking to Chris each evening, Vin would retire to his empty hotel bed and surround himself with pillows, in the hope that his sexual appetite, plus the strong need for physical companionship, would recede. That unsatisfactory ploy hadn’t worked at all and, as a result, the long-haired agent had slept poorly each night of his trip.

Having landed at Denver International nearly forty minutes ago, Vin was now impatient to leave the airport, knowing that his friend was waiting outside to drive him home. Shuffling his feet restlessly as he waited for his suitcase to reach him, the sharpshooter suddenly felt a presence lurking at his back.

"Hi there, I’m glad I found you again, Vin! They took their time unloading the ‘plane, didn’t they? I just sent Emily off to grab a cab, but was wondering whether you wanted to… share… a ride with us. We don’t live far from you, and I wondered if you’d like to see our humble apartment."

Vin frowned in recognition, dismayed that he’d not managed to elude the persistent man from his flight. Edging forward slightly, and not liking the other’s dominating posture, or the underlying meaning in his words, Vin jumped as the man thrust his hip against the sharpshooter’s cargo pants. The young agent turned and glared coldly at the man, wondering for about the twentieth time in the past few hours, how he could fend off the other’s – none too subtle – advances, without using actual physical force.

At the Miami check-in desk, Vin had been allocated an aisle seat on the fully booked airliner, which suited him perfectly. Next to him sat a young couple, taking up the two remaining places in the three passenger configuration of the row. The pair were allegedly returning from their honeymoon, but the newly wed woman had sat by the window, virtually ignoring her more animated husband. So the good-looking and well spoken man had turned his attention to the sharpshooter.

At first, the man – Bradley – had been a fairly pleasant travelling companion. He’d talked a little about himself, his new wife and where they lived, and Vin had been surprised when he’d also imparted some personal information in return. The polite conversation between the two men had quickly petered out, but things had suddenly changed when the woman, Emily, had got up to use the aircraft’s restroom.

The sharpshooter and Bradley had needed to move into the aisle to allow her to get past, and as Vin waited for the other to take his seat again, he’d felt a light caress on his backside. Before the agent had been able to react, an eager hand had worked its way in between his legs, and then gently squeezed his balls. There was no mistaking the other man’s intent; Bradley had made an overt pass at Vin. The Texan didn’t want to cause a scene, or attract undue attention, so he’d stoically ignored the man’s blatant overtures. Of course, he’d had very little choice in the matter, and the other man had probably known it.

As a safeguard against terrorism, armed Air Marshall’s travelled incognito on all airlines, and these officers were trained and ready to use restraining shackles for the slightest passenger infraction during a flight. Vin was certain that if he had confronted the objectionable man beside him, it would have most likely deteriorated into an ugly fracas. There was no doubt in the young agent’s mind what that would have ultimately meant; his career with the Bureau would be in jeopardy if he’d arrived at their destination in chains. So, apart from a tight-lipped, verbal brush off, the annoyed sharpshooter had settled back into his seat, spread an opened magazine across his lap and tried to sleep.

However, as the late afternoon flight progressed, Vin had grown more uncomfortable by the minute. Bradley hadn’t taken the hint, and his arm, leg and occasionally his hand, brushed against the sharpshooter throughout the journey. The physical contact from a stranger was unwelcome, but Vin’s treacherous body - denied any sexual gratification for six long nights - had responded to the feather-light touches. Eventually he’d had to use the 757’s facilities, splashing cold water on his face and neck as he tried to regain his composure. It had helped somewhat, but he’d been heartily relieved to see the ‘fasten seatbelts’ sign illuminate and hear the aircraft’s undercarriage clunk down; at last he could get away from the lecherous Casanova.

Now it seemed that the man had found Vin once again in the arrivals hall, after deliberately seeking out his unfortunate ‘prey’.

"Nah, I’m good, thanks," the sharpshooter grated out, shooting the other a look of pure contempt. His luggage had finally reached Vin, and he moved to the side as he hauled his suitcase off the conveyor belt.

"Are you sure, Vin? The last time I flew back to Denver, I had trouble getting a cab. Also, you might want to check out our bedrooms mirrors, and then you can see for yourself what I meant when we talked earlier."

"Nope, m’rides outside, an’ I ain’t interested in seein’ yer… yer whore-house neither. Adios," Vin snapped, his angry voice low and hostile.

Pulling out the handle on his case, the sharpshooter hurriedly strode away from the intrusive man, ignoring the other’s openly appreciative, but far too speculative look. Didn’t the pervert get the message? Vin wasn’t a cheap pick-up, nor was he interested in any kinky sex games. He was deeply involved with someone, and loved an extraordinary man who was part of his very essence. The Texan was suddenly eager to feel the loving, supportive presence of Chris once again, and needed to see, touch and smell his partner’s wondrous and delectable body.

Vin couldn’t recall experiencing such a longing for someone, like he did for Chris at this precise moment. Although his brain knew that his desires had been sparked off by his abstinent and lonely week, and then further fuelled by the tentative touches of the nuisance on the flight, his body was another matter. As he entered the airport’s main concourse, the agent could feel his cock starting to twitch and bulge against his pants, and his breath quickened at the thought of laying eyes on his handsome lover.

"Get a grip, Tanner! Yer actin’ like a juvie who’s havin’ wet-dreams!" Vin mumbled to himself. Taking a deep, calming breath, he increased his pace and headed for the exit.

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Chris Larabee lounged casually against one of the external pillars supporting the glass canopied roof, a cheroot clamped between his teeth as he watched the automatic doors periodically whoosh open and closed. Initially, he’d been waiting inside the airport terminal for Vin, but had come outside a few minutes ago for a smoke. Rain had started to fall from the darkening sky, and the blond knew his friend disliked the smell of tobacco in the enclosed space of a vehicle, so he was taking the opportunity to satisfy his habit before the hour-long drive into the city.

The glass doors opened again and, quickly stubbing out and tossing away his cheroot, Chris strolled over to meet his partner.

"Chris!"

The older man smiled in greeting, which transformed into a wide grin as Vin hastened towards him and threw his arm around Chris’s neck. He instinctively responded to the sharpshooter’s embrace, although the blond was slightly taken aback by the other’s unusually open and demonstrative display. The black-clad man’s surprise then immediately flew to astonishment, when Vin planted a kiss first on his lover’s cheek, and then another more lingering one full on the mouth.

Whilst Vin was a warm, intimate and extremely affectionate person when in bed with his friend, the sharpshooter assumed a degree of aloofness when they were in the company of others. He even kept his distance from his lover when the remainder of Team Seven were present, withdrawing further when the pair were on duty, or working in the field. Vin’s off-hand mannerism in public didn’t bother Chris; he preferred to keep his personal life totally separate from business. Also, it merely served to highlight how playful and engaging his soul-mate could be when they were alone, and was just another special facet of their intense and loving relationship.

As the pair broke contact, the senior agent shot his friend a puzzled look, wondering what had prompted the other’s unrestrained greeting. "Hey, pard! You okay?" Chris wanted to know.

"Yeah. Jeez, I’m so glad t’see ya, cowboy! Where’s the Ram?"

"Kind’a impatient, aren’t you?"

"Jes’ pleased t’be outta that Hell-hole," Vin muttered, glancing around worriedly as he heard the electric doors open once again.

"You looking for someone, Vin?"

Chris stared at his friend’s watchful face, seeing the other’s eyes widen in horror as a man and a woman came out of the airport.

"Shit!"

"Friends of yours?" the blond enquired, his brow furrowing when he saw the young couple wave at the Texan.

"Nope. Which zone are ya parked in, Chris?"

The blond pointed to the short stay parking lot to the right. "Blue, F5," he informed Vin, his words bouncing off the back of the jogging sharpshooter.

The sun, if it had been visible behind the rain clouds, had already set, and it was fairly dark and murky as Vin dashed along the walkway with his suitcase. Spotting Chris’s Ram, he smiled in relief when he heard the high-pitched beep and saw the lights flash as his friend unlocked the vehicle with the plip key.

It didn’t take long to get Vin’s luggage stowed and, after shrugging out of their jackets, the pair were soon driving out of the parking lot. As Chris sped down the airport slip road and joined the city-bound freeway, Vin relaxed back in the seat with an exaggerated sigh.

"Rough flight?" Chris asked, as he glanced out the corner of his eye at the younger man. He knew how much his partner detested flying, but he sensed that his friend had had some type of problem during the homeward journey.

"Nah. That was the easy part. I jes’ had this creepy sonofabitch sat next t’me… an’ he had wand’rin’ hands, if ya get m’drift."

"He? You mean…? That fella with his girl back there…. He made a pass at you? Not the woman?"

"Ya don’t have t’sound so s’prised, Larabee. Reckon he knew top quality when he saw it, but I ain’t into mirrored ceilings an’ threesomes. Heck, I got more than I c’n handle wit’ ya in m’bed!" Vin retorted, his hand sliding across to rest lightly on Chris’s thigh.

"That was a damned good answer, Tanner! I’d be pretty pissed if you dumped me for a skinny runt who makes a play for a stranger on a ‘plane."

"Ain’t never gonna happen. Lord, I cain’t wait to get home! I’s bin hornier than a toad all week, so I hope ya ain’t got any plans fer t’night, cowboy."

As he spoke, Vin walked his long fingers up the other man’s leg, until they got to the denim flap covering the zipper on Chris’s pants. The sharpshooter’s proprietary hand was immediately captured by his lover’s free one, although the older man didn’t push his friend away from his groin area.

Chris knew how badly Vin had ached to be with him this past week, so he could understand the other’s need to reaffirm their liaison. The overlong separation had affected him too and, at least while they were alone, he wanted to be touched and claimed by this incredible man who had stolen his heart so comprehensively.

However, the early part of the evening wasn’t going to play out the way they both wanted it to. Glancing quickly at the expectant-looking sharpshooter, the blond experienced a fleeting pang of regret, and couldn’t disguise his disappointment as he eventually answered his partner.

"I hate to ruin your homecoming, Vin, but we promised the fellas we’d meet up for pizza and beers this evening. Remember?"

"Aw, hell! I fergot ‘bout that! Why did we ever agree to that? Was it yer doin’, Larabee?"

"Nope. Far as I recall, it was all your idea, pard. I just went with the majority."

"Fuck it! Call ‘em an’ say m’flight’s delayed. They won’t know any different, an’ then we can go home and snuggle up in bed. I’ll make it worth yer while, cowboy."

The sharpshooter’s voice had dropped to a raspy whisper at the last sentence, and Chris struggled to maintain a semblance of control as his friend playfully nudged him. The older man had discovered early in their relationship, how easily his lover could cajole him into doing something he didn’t want to do. It was an annoying ability of Vin’s but, this time, the senior agent wasn’t going to be swayed.

"I’m not going to start lying to the fellas, Vin. I called Buck just before you arrived, told him your flight was on time, and that we’d meet ‘em at the Saloon at nine. I guess it’s too late to take a rain check, because they’ll probably be there by now."

"Dammit! Cain’t we jes’ say I’ve got a headache or somethin'? Mebbe… I dunno… p’rhaps tell ‘em… tell ‘em I got sick from that trashy airline food!"

Chris squeezed the other man’s hand, grinning at the hopeful, but pleading tone in his partner’s voice. "Oh yeah, that’d work," the blond replied, his statement dripping with sarcasm. "We’d be in the throes of some real heavy foreplay, and Nate would arrive, medical kit in hand, with the rest of the guys following right behind him!"

The sharpshooter scowled darkly, and then let out a puffing sigh as he realised just how likely that scenario could be. However, he wasn’t about to give in without a fight. "Waal, I’ll call ‘em an’ say I’ve changed m’mind about eating, ‘cause I fancy a workout at the gym. That way, ya ain’t the one spinnin’ a yarn."

A frown creased Chris’s brow, although his concentration never wavered from the rain-slicked road. As he started to manoeuvre the Ram around a slow-moving truck, he released the younger man’s hand and gave his final ultimatum. "No, Vin. One lie generally propagates another, and I won’t be party to deceit. We’re going, and that’s the end of it."

Accepting that he’d lost the argument on this occasion, the long-haired agent indulged in a wide, noisy yawn, his eyes watering tiredly as he stared through the darkness at the shimmering tail-lights in front of them. Waiting until the blond pulled back into the inside lane, the younger man then leaned closer to his friend, resting his head against the other’s shoulder as the vehicle’s motion began to lull him to sleep.

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The older man smiled indulgently as he felt Vin relax beside him. Chris had to admit, he’d been surprised how much he’d missed his partner this week and, despite what he’d told his friend, he was seriously considering going along with the other’s idea for the evening. It was a tempting thought, especially as his own libido had been aroused by the Texan’s unexpected kiss.

The blond squirmed in the seat, trying to get comfortable as his hard erection got trapped within the confines of his boxer shorts and snug-fitting CK’s. Although it wasn’t only his cock that was reacting to the proximity of Vin, as his right shoulder and arm was tingling where his lover’s warm body was propped against him. The sound of the sharpshooter’s quiet breathing close to his ear also reminded Chris of the many nights he’d laid in bed next to Vin, and contentedly listened to the sex-satiated man sleep.

Shaking his head to dispel the erotic memory, Chris’s full attention then returned to the busy freeway, as red stop lights began to illuminate on the cars in front. The traffic had come to a virtual standstill, and as the blond quickly applied the brakes, he saw several vehicles ahead of him put on their hazard lights. Flicking on the Ram’s warning lamps, the senior agent easily brought the pick-up to a halt in the queue of traffic. Obviously there was a breakdown or an accident up ahead. Aware that the nearest turnoff from the freeway was several miles away, Chris slid out of gear and pulled on the handbrake. Peering through the heavy rain, the blond could only see a long line of stationary vehicles stretched out in front of him. It looked like they were stuck here until the Highway Patrol arrived on the scene and cleared the congestion.

Surprisingly, Vin hadn’t woken as the Ram came to a halt. However, as Chris had braked, the sharpshooter had slowly but surely, begun to slide down his friend’s shoulder and chest, the seatbelt’s tension loosening as his slack body weight distributed differently. Shifting his driving position, the senior agent stretched his left leg out and adjusted his right one flatter, whilst still covering the gas pedal. As Chris moved to accommodate his sleeping friend, Vin’s head came to a stop in the blond’s lap, although his legs remained planted to the floor of the pick-up.

Chris was suddenly thrown off guard by his emotions plus his body’s reactions to Vin’s awkward-looking position. The man gave an inward gasp, closing his eyes briefly as an onslaught of raw, bestial feelings battered at his mind. The relaxed mass of his lover, lying like some type of sexual offering in his lap, had inflamed the exquisite inferno already fermenting within his balls. "Oh, Jesus! Do I need a fuck or what?" he whispered to himself.

Unable to suppress the demands of his needy body, Chris’s hand crept down to rest gently on Vin’s hair and, praying the limited contact would assuage his craving, he carefully pushed his lover’s face into his crotch.

The light, but insistent, pressure on the back of his head eventually woke Vin. Sucking in a deep breath, he blinked several times as he tried to get his bearings in the dark interior of the pick-up. "Chris? W’a’s goin’ on?" he asked in a muffled voice.

With a guilty start, Chris hastily released the sharpshooter’s head. "Sorry, Vin. I didn’t mean to wake you."

Vin pushed himself up slightly, craning his head as he peered out of the rain-lashed windshield. "Ya didn’t… waal, mebbe ya did," he mumbled sleepily. "T’be honest, it was kind’a nice down there, an’ r’minded me of what I’d gone without this week. Hey…. why’ve we stopped?" Vin asked, almost as an afterthought.

"There must’ve been an accident or something. I think they’ve closed the other side of the freeway too, because a blue top plus an ambulance went up it a few minutes ago. It looks like we’re in for a long, boring wait, so I may as well switch off and save gas," Chris replied with a resigned sigh, as he killed the Ram’s engine.

"It don’t have t’be boring, ya know?" the sharpshooter countered, waggling his eyebrows suggestively as he shot his friend a crooked grin.

Vin’s soft voice was husky with desire, but Chris remained silent, not even commenting when the younger man unclipped both of their seatbelts. The Texan’s somnolent manner had completely vanished, and it was evident that he had only one thing on his mind now. As the sharpshooter’s hand began to work at Chris’s pants, the blond knew without question that his friend was about to take full advantage of their situation. The older man’s breath caught in his throat on hearing the heavy-duty zipper go, and all cohesive thought was driven from his mind as he felt the other’s warm caress through his cotton shorts. There was no logical explanation for his next action, pure instinct had taken over, and Chris automatically lifted off the seat when Vin tugged at the waistband of his jeans. He still didn’t object when the sharpshooter deftly eased the pants over his slim hips, and pulled them down to Chris’s knees.

As if waking from a dream, the senior agent looked around wildly, suddenly wondering whether the people in the cars immediately in front of them could see what was happening inside the Ram. "Vin… no… pard, we’re stuck in traffic on the freeway, for Chrisakes!"

"No one can see us. It’s dark and rainy, an’ we’re that much higher than the cars ‘round us," the sharpshooter asserted. "’Sides, I got this hankerin’ that jes’ won’t stop, an’ I need t’taste ya. Now!"

"Look, I know you’ve got the hots – so have I - but we’re going to have to wait until…"

The older man’s attempt at reasoning with his enthusiastic partner was quashed as Vin suddenly pounced, and hungrily covered Chris’s mouth with his own. The almost heart-stopping kiss deepened and, as the blond’s lips willingly parted, his lover’s tongue immediately began a sensual tango with his own. Chris drew the younger man into him, moaning in ecstasy as his eyes closed and he drowned in the other’s beguiling lovemaking.

Nothing mattered beyond their joyous union and, as Vin pushed possessively into the other, his mouth started its pillaging foray. He drank greedily from his lover and, as he began to nibble and suck at Chris’s lips, his hand fondled the other’s gloriously hard and upright cock through the thin shorts. A shiver of anticipation rippled through the young agent, and a rumbling growl sounded in his throat as his sensitive fingertips found the tell-tale damp spot on the soft fabric. Reluctantly breaking the ardent kiss, the sharpshooter smiled through the gloom at his partner.

"Reckon I’ve gotta blow those cobwebs away fer ya, Chris."

"I… Vin… no! This ain’t the place… for… a…. a… ah…ahh…. Oh…Oh…Ohh… Omigodomigodomigod…! Shhhiiit…! Viiinnnnnnn!"

Chris slumped back in his seat, his words of entreaty ending in a loud, groaning cry, as his partner continued to assert his own brand of authority on proceedings. The younger man had taken charge decisively by putting his talented fingers to work, and it was clear that he wasn’t going to be denied by anyone, or anything. All thought of propriety suddenly fled from the senior agent’s brain, and he could do little except submit to his lover’s persuasive and electrifying touch.

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There was nothing relaxed about the Texan as he hastily unfastened Chris’s shirt. Every nerve ending in his body was alive with a demanding need, and as his mouth began to work its way down the blond’s neck and well-toned chest, he nipped and suckled at the hot, lean flesh. An all-consuming passion for Chris filled him and, whilst his questing mouth carried on downwards in a blazing trail of kisses, Vin’s trembling fingers unbuttoned his partner’s boxers. His hands had found their ultimate prize and, as he wrapped his fingers around Chris’s firm, warm shaft, he gave a throaty chuckle when the other man groaned again.

"Oh, God, you’re killing me, Vin!"

"Now that’d be a downright waste, ‘cause I’s about t’suck y’dry, cowboy," the sharpshooter murmured in a matter of fact tone.

Dropping his head down, Vin guided his lover’s weeping cock to his lips, his tongue lapping delicately at the generous globule of pre-cum welling at the slit. The salty morsel of Chris’s juice was like nectar to the lustful man, and his belly clenched as he savoured and swallowed the satisfying gift. In response to the familiar flavour, the sharpshooter’s own cock stirred and butted relentlessly for freedom from his suddenly constrictive clothing. Taking his partner’s full length into his mouth, the young agent hurriedly unfastened the fly buttons on his loose-fitting pants, and freed his equally engorged penis. During his trip, Vin had felt unable to give himself the relief he so desperately wanted, but now with his lover’s shaft spearing his tonsils, he could feel the delicious fire tingling in his distended balls.

Trapped by the steering wheel and the delightful actions of his friend’s masterful tongue, Chris was helpless to do anything. The practical and conservative part of him screamed out that they shouldn’t be partaking in oral sex in a vehicle parked on the public freeway, although the blond was reasonably confident they couldn’t be seen. With the exception of the windshield, the Ram had black ‘privacy’ glass on its windows, and it was unlikely that any of the travellers stuck in the snarl up would be wandering around in the heavy rain, particularly on an unlit road at night. So Chris finally gave in and relaxed, his urges winning the conflict as he surrendered himself completely to his lover’s pleasurable ministrations.

Vin’s right hand worked at his own straining manhood, the tempo of that motion matching in perfect tandem with his mouth as he slowly pumped Chris’s cock. The older man’s silky pubic hair tickled at his nose each time he engulfed his lover, and the Texan could smell and taste the raw sex oozing from his excited friend, which in turn spurred him on to dizzying heights. The musky scent of Chris’s seed was like an aphrodisiac to Vin, and the cool, calm and collected sharpshooter knew that he was rapidly losing what small amount of self-control remained. The incessant rain drummed on the truck’s roof, but neither man heard it, nor cared. They had both begun to pant heavily from the exertion, each sensing in the other that they were not far from a mutually satisfying climax.

However, it wasn’t to be. They were swiftly brought back to reality, as the shrill tone of Chris’s cell ‘phone, rudely interrupted the two engrossed men. Vin grunted in irritation and poised for several seconds, the other’s shaft resting on his tongue, as the older agent let out an anguished groan of dismay.

With a shaky hand, Chris picked up the ‘phone from its holder, and squinted at the caller display. "It’s Buck!" the blond announced in a breathless voice.

Vin felt his partner’s cock deflate slightly, and his eyes narrowed angrily at the untimely intrusion. "Let it ring," the young agent muttered petulantly around the relaxing member in his mouth.

"Can’t. It might be important," Chris replied, as he hit a button on the keypad and put the ‘phone to his left ear.

"Larabee."

As the older man straightened in his seat, Vin let out an annoyed huff and grudgingly allowed his partner’s now flaccid cock to slip from his mouth. Squirming at his suddenly uncomfortable position, the Texan managed to spin around so that he was facing the rear of the Ram, with his legs curled up on the bench-seat and bent at the knees. Squeezed in between the steering column and Chris’s slender body wasn’t ideal, but Vin was reasonably happy – especially with his head still lying in the other man’s naked lap. As he patiently waited to hear if the call was some type of emergency, the sharpshooter’s fingers absently stroked the top of Chris’s muscular thighs, whilst his lips constantly landed wet kisses on the smooth skin around his lover’s navel.

The ‘phone line wasn’t very clear, but the senior agent could easily hear the concern in Buck Wilmington’s garbled voice. "We’re fine and no, we didn’t get beyond the accident. It must’ve happened a few miles ahead of us, ‘cause the traffic’s a bitch," Chris informed his oldest friend, as his right hand unconsciously fiddled with Vin’s tousled hair.

Taking that tender action as a signal to proceed, Vin shifted into a more convenient position, and began once again to coax his friend’s shaft towards fulfilment. He started at the glistening head, and then slowly trailed the tip of his tongue along the prominent vein until he got to Chris’s soft balls.

Chris wriggled in pleasure as he felt his partner’s warm, feather-light breath on his skin. Sinking down in the seat a little, the blond readily thrust his hips upwards as Vin licked at, and then took the other’s genital sac into his mouth. Team Seven’s leader grinned at his soul-mate’s tenacity, but he was too far gone to be cautious, and had no intention of stopping the other man. It seemed that the minor distraction of a ‘phone call wasn’t going to interfere with his young lover’s plans to bring them both to orgasm.

‘Dammit! You’re still coming tonight though, aren’t you?’ Buck queried.

"Oh, yeah, we’re coming!"

Vin’s hot, exploring tongue had somehow completely circled around the hairy skin on Chris’s balls, and it caressed and pushed at the two sensitive nodules inside with a renewed urgency. The sensation was a torturous delight for the blond, and he fought to suppress a groan as Buck carried on talking.

"Dunno. We’ll get… off… when we can."

"Huh-huh. We’re definitely stuck in… well an’ truly stuck in… traffic."

The determined sharpshooter had now skilfully teased Chris’s shaft back to full hardness and, as Vin sucked with all his might on the blood-filled head of his partner’s cock, a strangled gasp whistled past the older man’s clenched teeth.

‘Yeah, that’s what I thought ‘n’ all, pard,’ Buck responded, interpreting the odd sound from his friend as one of shocked sympathy for the accident. ‘A blow-out’s gotta be the hardest thing to cope with, especially when you go down like that.’

"Yep… a blow… blow-out’s gotta be mind… blowing… and… hard… to handle when you go… down," Chris managed to stutter, as he squeezed his eyes shut, and pushed down on Vin’s bobbing head with his free hand.

The younger man had a beautiful rhythm going and, as Chris’s excitement climbed once more to near fever pitch, he felt a warm hand clutch at him. The Texan groped around for his partner’s hand and, latching onto it, he guided Chris to his eagerly twitching shaft. Without needing any additional prompting, the older man’s fingers curled around Vin’s cock, and straightaway began stroking the taut flesh. A sticky pearl of pre-cum spilt onto the blond’s forefinger and, with an exultant sigh, he slowly spread the glutinous moisture across the swollen, ridged head of the other’s manhood.

Chris’s efforts were instantly rewarded, and Vin shuddered as a whimpering groan bubbled up inside him, his own motions momentarily stopping as he tried to cope with the powerful feelings overwhelming him. He felt giddy and almost light-headed with sheer ecstasy, and his love for Chris had never felt as strong as it did at this exact moment. Vin knew that he would walk to the end of the Earth and back again if his lover asked him to.

"Umm… yeah, something’s… moving," the senior agent agreed weakly.

"Sweet as a… nut, huh? Buck, I’m real keen to have that… ride at the… head!"

The sharpshooter was close enough to Chris’s cell ‘phone to hear snatches of the pairs’ conversation, although it hadn’t deterred him from his objective. In fact, he’d rather enjoyed listening to his lover’s innuendo and sex-charged exchange with the unsuspecting ladies’ man.

Whilst the Texan wasn’t a shy bed partner, he did tend to get embarrassed by general male banter about sex, and normally steered well clear of any ribald conversations in the office. Naturally, such discussions usually centred around Buck and his numerous ‘sexploits’ – as the gregarious, moustached agent called them – so, to hear Chris assiduously lead on his oldest friend, gave the younger man a certain voyeuristic thrill. Also, he hadn’t realised just how amusing his friend could be when the mood took him. At his lover’s last double entendre, a giggle formed somewhere in Vin’s gut, forced its way up his windpipe, and then past Chris’s penis to come out as a loud, gurgling guffaw.

‘Is that Vin?’ Buck demanded suspiciously. ‘It sounds like he’s eating. Godammit, Chris! Our stomachs are hanging out here, and I bet ole eagle-eye’s convinced you to stop for one of Doogie’s Dogs!’

Chris could hear several indistinct and muffled voices in the background, but then easily identified Ezra Standish as the undercover agent crisply stated, ‘I shall cover that wager, Mr Wilmington! Our illustrious leader is not one to be duped, or sidetracked, even by our voracious, trencherman Mr Tanner.’

A few seconds passed, and the ‘phone crackled and spat before Buck spoke again. ‘Now there’s money on this, stud. Has he got a juicy, triple length dog between his teeth?’

"Oh, yeah," Chris answered in an unsteady voice, "he’s certainly got a big, hot one in his mouth!"

It was becoming more difficult to concentrate on the conversation and, as he carried on working at Vin’s rigid shaft, Chris knew that release for both of them wasn’t far off. Making a concerted effort to talk, he gulped down a groan, and dragged in a deep breath. "You know Vin prefers… relish… and he’s got the mother lode about to slide down his throat."

"Not yet he ain’t, but it’s gonna get messy real soon. Y’can count on it! Buck, I have to take care of something, and it’s hard… while I’m holding… the ‘phone. Catch up with you guys later, okay?"

Chris quickly pressed the call end button, and then tossed the ‘phone onto the dashboard. He’d reached the absolute limit of his tolerance now, and knew from the sweet pressure in his balls that his orgasm was imminent.

"Oh, Lord! You’re one helluva teasing bastard, Tanner! But I love you with all my heart," Chris murmured, as he held the back of Vin’s neck in an almost vice-like grip.

Vin let out another ecstatic moan at the other’s predatory embrace, and swallowed quickly as more juice leaked from his lover’s slit. The sharpshooter’s body was flushed and sweaty from his mammoth efforts, and he panted and grunted as he kept the momentum going with Chris’s shaft. His own body was crying out for completion now and, as he heard his partner suddenly let out a guttural groan, he finally succumbed to the unstoppable urge.

A burning lust consumed Chris and, feeling Vin’s cock jerk in his hand, the blond cried out in exultation as the force of his own climax sent him spiralling towards the phenomenal conclusion.

"Yes, yes, yes, YES…! VINNNN!"

The hot, milky jet of Vin’s semen spurted onto Chris’s fingers and spattered up the Ram’s seat, just as the older man’s tumultuous delivery exploded into the sharpshooter’s mouth. Vin immediately gulped down his partner’s luscious seed, sucking on the slackening flesh, and ensuring that not one droplet escaped his eager mouth. The sharpshooter was quivering from the incredible emotions and feelings that had swamped him during the pairs’ collective orgasm, and he was finding it hard to catch his breath. As he finally allowed his lover’s cock to fall from his mouth, Vin slumped down in Chris’s lap, unable to say anything for the moment.

Chris had managed to find the packet of wet-wipes he always kept in the door compartment and, quickly dragging several out, he began to clean up his friend’s sticky crotch. "Yep, I knew you’d make a mess, Tanner," the blond murmured, grinning when the younger man emitted a long, contented sigh.

Vin’s breathing had levelled out again, and he shifted to enable his lover to complete the chore, enjoying the other’s tender, caring touch. It was as if Chris’s gentle contact gave benediction for their love, and the sharpshooter closed his eyes as he experienced a powerful rush of emotions spike at his inner core. The unconventional setting for their wonderful session of lovemaking had faded into the background; with Chris’s love continually reinforcing him, the Texan knew he was replete, and would never be alone again.

Condensation coated the inside of the Ram’s windows, and Chris was thankful for the obscured glass as he adjusted his dishevelled clothing. The sharpshooter had dragged himself upright, and was also re-fastening his pants. As the older man buttoned his shirt, he stole a brief glance at his lover, and couldn’t help but see the smug look on the other’s face. Pulling a cloth from the glove box, Chris hastily cleaned the windows, relieved to see that the traffic was still stationary. It had seemed longer, but the senior agent guessed they’d only been at a stop for about twenty minutes. Tossing away the wet rag, he swivelled around to look at his partner.

"You know, Vin, I should be angry about what just happened. If we’d been caught, we could have both lost our jobs. Sometimes you do things that really make me want to shoot you."

Vin shrugged dismissively. "Hell, ya c’n punish me later if ya feel the need," he murmured, his tone totally unrepentant.

"Don’t worry, I intend to! I’ll come at you shooting from the hip, and I promise you, pard – you’ll be walking crooked for the rest of the month!"

"Now yer gonna get me all excitable ag’in, Larabee, if ya talk like that!" Vin retorted glibly. "I wonder when they’ll get this traffic movin’?" he asked impatiently, as he peered through the heavy rain.

"Dunno. I guess it depends how many vehicles were involved when the truck’s tyre blew."

Vin chuckled, shaking his head as an amusing thought drifted through his mind. "This is kind’a ironic, ain’t it?"

"What is?"

"We’s stuck in a snarl up, ‘cause of a dat-burn, cotton pickin’ blow-out, an’ I treat ya to a blow-job that nearly blew yer socks off!"

"That was a low blow, pard! Seems to me that I wasn’t the only one blowing off steam," Chris quipped, joining in with his lover’s personal and skewed style of humour. The older man’s features were firmly schooled and impassive, although he couldn’t stop the twitch at the corners of his mouth as he tried to suppress a grin.

"That’s true. I was jes’ thinkin’ that had to be the sweetest blow ever!"

Chris chuckled at his friend’s joke and, leaning towards the younger man, he planted a brief, chaste kiss on the other’s mouth.

Leaning back in his seat again, the senior agent gazed in wonderment at Vin, not quite believing how lucky he was to have found such love and companionship once more. Reaching across, he trailed a gentle finger down the sharpshooter’s strong, angular jaw line.

"I reckon it was at that. Tanner, you’re a beautiful person, and you blow me away completely!"

Vin smiled, nodding happily in response. "That cuts both ways, cowboy. Reckon it was jes’ meant t’be."

The pair fell silent. No more needed to be said; they were indisputably linked in heart, body and soul, and would face the future with hope - together.

If you enjoyed this slashfic, please let me know – receiving feedback warms and feeds an author’s soul, and it may well send me scurrying back to the keyboard to write more. Thank you. Susie - October 2004.