They were going to be late. The teasing would start before they arrived. They'd walk in on it, already in progress. If Chris kept at it, even Ezra would beat them there.
Not that Vin cared.
He was just 18 when he had that eagle tattooed on his inner thigh. Not a big motorcycle tattoo or anything. Small, graceful. Dreams of soaring and all. Chris had a fascination with it, or maybe its location, and would sometimes spend many, many minutes exploring it. Like he'd never seen it before. Tracing the wings with his tongue, grabbing the proud chest between his front teeth and sucking. How many times had that little eagle been blanketed in hickeys over the months?
Add today to the list. Then Chris's mouth was on Vin's balls. He'd already been playing with Vin's dick. Vin writhed, the fingers of one hand combing through sweaty blond hair and tugging a little. He wanted more.
He got it. Chris shoved his thighs back, tongue searching and making contact. Rimming Vin's hole. An awkward position for him no doubt, and he'd complain about his neck later, but he persistently licked Vin until the sharpshooter was quivering with need.
Vin's eyes lazily followed Chris's movements when he pulled away. Watched him spread the lube on his fingers. Cherry-flavored, Vin guessed. Several packets of edible lube, all different flavors, had been in his stocking this past Christmas. Chris lay flat again, a little better positioned, and returned his attention to preparing Vin. Massaged the muscle with the pad of his index finger and a last lick or two of his tongue.
Vin took his own dick in hand and stroked it lightly, no urgency in his motion. He wanted Chris inside him when he came.
Thinking along the same lines, Chris crawled up Vin's body. Swatted his hand away and kissed him. Yep, cherry. Vin snatched the condom and rolled it down, a sharp intake of breath when Chris pushed in though he was ready and wanting. Chris paused, Vin relaxed, and they were off and running.
Outside, the rain was falling steadily on the roof, blowing against the window. In the warmth of Chris's bedroom, the rhythm of their lovemaking seemed to match its patter.
Vin came first, touching himself with Chris's hand covering his.
Chris hissed and thrust, twisted and groaned. It was so fanfuckingtastic, always was with Chris and Vin could scarcely believe he'd ever been hesitant about this thing with him.
"We're gonna be late," Vin murmured into his lover's ear.
"I know," Chris mumbled against his neck.
"It is raining. Cold, too. We could always blow if off," Vin suggested.
Chris picked his head up, tempted. "Nah, it'll be fun. Can't let a little rain stop us."
Vin slid his hands over the firm mounds of Chris's ass cheeks. "How 'bout letting something else stop us?"
Chris smiled, soft and sweet. Vin's heart fluttered. Eyes twinkling, he smiled back.
Quickly turned to a couple of frowns when Chris's cell phone rang. He fumbled and saw Buck's number on the screen. The teasing had begun.
THE END