Kissing Him by Annie

The door rocked. The old-fashioned swinging door that separated the kitchen from the rest of the house...

Had just rocked.

Shit.

"Who--" Vin asked, sliding off the counter and staring at the door with a rising feeling of dread as it swung back and forth. They'd just been caught. Someone had been there... watching him and Chris...

Watching them kissing.

"Don't know," Chris replied. He scanned the small room and then shoved an old metal stool in front of the door, effectively preventing anyone else from pushing their way through. "Don't care," he finished, then turned and flashed a devilish grin that ignited a spark inside Vin's pants.

"Yeah," Vin breathed, thinking maybe he didn't care either after seeing that grin spread all over Chris's face. Yet... "But maybe we ought'a wait to--"

Chris rushed him in a few steps, suddenly in his space and trapping him tightly against the cabinets between both of his arms, the man's hands now braced firmly on either side of the counter -- on either side of his body. He was virtually imprisoned -- not that he was complaining. Hell no.

The heat coming off Chris's body was almost tangible. Vin breathed deep -- the man smelled deliciously male.

"We could wait," Chris was explaining, his words holding an edge of command, his eyes even and full of that authoritative gaze Vin had come to know well -- the one that brooked no arguments. "We could -- but I don't think we will."

"Chris," Vin warned with absolutely no conviction behind his voice and he knew it -- talk about easy, Tanner, jeeze. Still, though, the others were here, just in the next room. He and Chris shouldn't...

Chris shifted. He was pressing his body forward, leaving Vin almost no room for movement -- not that he wanted to move if he could. Finding himself prey before a hungry Larabee was definitely a place to be, even if in Buck's kitchen.

He looked at Chris and noted the man's eyes, half-lidded and staring, weren't even looking at his. They were focused a bit lower and, as he let the tip of his tongue run just the inside of his mouth, Chris moved, Vin barely having time to register the action before those lips, those full lips played over his. Not a full kiss -- not even a light kiss, but more a series of butterfly-quick, teasing brushes over his mouth, against his lips -- like a rapid offering of taste and flavor. Just enough to incite a reaction. Vin lunged forward, ready to capture the whole of that mouth, and then Chris pulled back.

He was grinning -- maliciously evil.

"Guess you ain't so much the shy type after all," Vin said. "Never knew you was such a tease, though--" His words cut short when a hard yank set him off-balance, his body falling against Chris's.

Hands braced him, gripped him, then moved slowly higher to frame his face as thumbs traced invisible lines along his lips -- and then a hard tongue rammed itself straight into his mouth, filling him. Lips ravished his, hard, hungry -- almost too much pressure. Almost. He neck bent backward as that mouth ravaged, and growls of pleasure half caught inside his throat from the thrill of it all -- and then Chris's hands moved to wrap his wrists, gently forcing them behind his back, completely imprisoning them -- him -- and he was glad to be caught. Chris held him that way for a long moment, deepening the kiss...

And then let go, pulling away for less than a half-second before he moved again, like a striking cobra, and Vin found himself spun around, suddenly pressed chest forward to the counter.

Dizzy and flushed... he was sure he saw sparks flying before his eyes.

Could this get any better?

"Listen," Chris began as he rested Vin's hands on the countertop and held them firmly in place, an unmistakable command for Vin to keep them there -- and at this point, Vin wasn't about to begin arguing. He felt on edge, his heart racing. Chris could do anything he wanted and he'd not utter even a hint protest.

"What I want t' do won't take long--" Chris continued with the softest of whispers in his ear that sent uncontrollable shivers of excitement racing to his toes.

Hands ran a pattern down his back then, slow and sure -- then gripped his ass where they lingered momentarily before circling around his hips to the front of his jeans. Vin had to bite his lip not to moan out loud, and even then couldn't help the soft gasp he released when those hands reached his denim-covered crotch.

"Gotta be quiet," Chris said.

"Yer makin' that... kinda hard," Vin protested, hearing the double entendre and meaning it all but his small chuckle was caught in his throat as he tried to swallow the next rising moan. He could feel Chris moving against him, behind him, felt those lips lightly brush over the outer edge of his ear as hushed words filled his head.

"God, I love hearing those sounds you make," Chris told him, punctuating the words with a flick of his tongue to Vin's ear. "Never knew you'd be so vocal -- I'm going to make you let loose later when I take you -- slowly -- so slowly... " His deft fingers were working to undo each button of Vin's fly with an almost maddeningly slow ease. "Remember that."

"Ain't likely t' forget, don't worry," Vin gasped. Every light brush of Chris's fingers against him had him sucking in air -- the man was moving with deliberate slow motion. "Chris," he managed, pretty sure the name sounded more like a plea for pity than encouragement to move faster.

Buttons were undone and the fly of his jeans parted and loosened. He shifted. He couldn't get much harder...

And then Chris's hands left him, only to reappear gripping his hips, pressing him slightly backward onto that broad chest behind him. One hand held him steady while the other started sliding a desperately slow journey down into the seat of his pants. A warm palm filled the back of his jeans and then began to trace along his ass, inching its way down his skin. He flinched. He couldn't help it -- God, the feel of that man's flesh touching along his flesh. A finger brushed lightly along his crack, its tip delving not deep, but running in a shallow line -- just enough for him to feel the intrusion.

This time he couldn't help but moan at the deep aching want that tightened his groin.

Warm breath at his ear had him shuddering, and he moaned again as teeth and tongue nibbled down the sensitive skin there.

"Easy," Chris soothed in his ear.

Easy he says -- as though that was a simple thing with Chris nuzzling into him at the same time his hands were doing an exploratory exam inside his pants. Easy hell -- Vin felt on the verge of screaming.

Chris's hand and now forearm had plunged deep inside the back of his jeans, an intrusion that was pulling the front tight, sweetly tight -- the denim and his underwear cupping around him -- God, he'd died and gone to heaven.

His legs were kicked apart, forcing a wider stance, and then that arm slid even further in -- pushing deeply between his legs, hand creeping up to the front. Fingers lightly cupped his sac, tickling, tenderly rolling over the velvet skin, and then they moved on --

So fuckin' intense. He moaned, began to writhe almost, couldn't stand still if his life depended on it, and then Chris was leaning over his back, forcing him steady and wrapping around his body with his free arm.

"You like this," Chris whispered, not asking, telling. "Me touching you. Just wait--"

Like it? This was freakin' Nirvana... but he couldn't wait, no waiting --"Jeeze, Chris, I'm--"

"Hold on, Vin."

Chris's hand slid further still -- the man bending somewhat low now, his entire forearm shoved between Vin's legs, arm tight to his body from ass to crotch.

Vin leaned heavily over the counter, the edge biting sharply into his upper abdomen but he didn't care -- didn't care. He was so close...

"Chris, please, I--"

His hair was swept aside and a wet tongue laved over the nape of his neck at the same time the warm hand inside his pants took firm hold of the base of his cock...

Oh, Jesus...

He squeezed his thighs around the thickness of Chris's arm and let loose what had to be an almost wail of pent up demand as he began to thrust his hips forward.

A hand quickly slid over his mouth and pressed.

"Shh," Chris warned.

He couldn't be quiet, could hardly breathe... was panting.

And then he was pulled up and back, almost completely off balance and leaning mostly against Chris who let go his mouth and shifted them around. Chris was now leaning with his back against the counter, Vin almost wholly on top of him, still held by Chris's intruding arm, and he opened his eyes for a second...

Definitely sparks were flying...

The hand around his cock was warm, firm and steady, didn't even move as it gripped him tightly -- and, oh God, it sure as shit didn't have to 'cause he was going to...

"Chris, I'm -- I'm--" He could feel the exquisite pressure building, knew his release was beginning and then the hand returned its firm hold over his mouth at the same time he began an impossibly long, almost gutteral groan. He came, moaning into Chris's hand and Chris hadn't moved a finger, had just maintained that gentle pressure around his cock and then he climaxed anyway, his release spurting into Chris's hand...

Oh God, oh God...

Chris was whispering to him, soft hushed words he couldn't make out and didn't try as he was kissed along his shoulder, down his neck. He eased himself around so they faced one another, then shifted, limbs loose and soft. Spent. He was sweating... so good...

Chris grinned and held onto Vin, grabbing the roll of paper towels that sat on the counter and cleaning them both up, all the while rubbing tender caresses over Vin's back. His own body was tightly wound -- from watching and listening to Vin, from the thrill of the risk of getting caught, all too aware how lucky they were none of the others had walked in on them. But he'd take care of himself later, better yet, let Vin do it for him. For now...

This was incredible.

Nuzzling through that hair -- God, Vin's scent held him enthralled -- to the tender skin underneath, feeling the strong muscles of Vin's body play under his hands and then watching as Vin's climax had built -- the feel of that flesh growing and hardening under his hands was more than he'd ever expected or even hoped might happen as they'd made their way to Buck and JD's house.

JD. Chris knew it had been him watching a few minutes ago when he and Vin had kissed.

Vin had kissed JD...

He almost felt the need to thank him. All day long that kiss had preyed on his mind, irritating him, needling him, mocking him -- and then finally spurring into him so ferociously hard he'd felt the need to do something extreme about this thing between him and Vin -- and the sooner the better.

He smiled to himself, then caught Vin's eyes. A connection of more than just friendship passed through them, and then they both grinned as simultaneously they moved in to kiss.

Yep, Chris thought, sooner had definitely been better.

They parted as a voice sounded at the door. "What th'? Hey! Who put the damn step--"

Chris moved the stool aside while Vin quickly buttoned up his pants.

Buck entered, eyes raking the both of them with a not so slow realization. Chris could see that knowing grin of Wilmington's becoming born -- he'd seen that exact look a time or two, knew it was no accident Buck appeared when he did. Christ, the man could smell even the faintest hint of sex.

Buck ambled over and cracked open a beer, leaning against the countertop as his eyes moved from Vin to Chris, and it was obvious to Chris that Buck was well aware he was intruding on some private moment, yet the man was clearly in no hurry, and just as clearly not going anywhere fast.

"Boys," Buck said, nodding. Knowing.

Vin grabbed a bottle of beer, opened it and then ducked out, mumbled words trailing behind him as he made some excuse to leave the room.

Chris couldn't say he blamed him.

Buck nodded toward the now swinging kitchen door, clearly indicating Vin. "So?" He nodded again -- an obvious request for information, eyes sparkling with merriment.

Chris wasn't going to play. He leaned against the counter and pulled on the remains of Vin's beer. "How's the game going?"

"Game?"

"Yeah game. What's the score?"

Buck chuckled and then shook his head. "Ain't really sure what the score is out there... " He paused and eyed Chris. "But from what I gathered in here, I'd say it's JD definitely down at the half." He glanced at his watch. "And to think all that scored in only the last few minutes."

"Buck," Chris warned.

Buck smiled, the flash in his grin lessening a notch or two. "Relax. I already know something of what happened last night."

That was hardly a surprise. Chris assumed JD would have talked at least some of it over with Buck. He exhaled slowly -- but leave it to Buck to not let it alone. "Nothing happened last night. Vin and JD just... kissed."

"That ain't exactly nothing there, pard."

"I'm not so sure I want to discuss this, Buck," he said, then shook his head and amended. "Actually, I'm sure I don't want to discuss this. Buck."

Buck paused for a long beat, then raised himself off the counter and moved toward the door. "Okay, fine. Leave out all the good details, then."

"There are no details."

An abrupt laugh came from Buck. Chris found it as annoying as the grin that continued to grace his face.

"Oh, I'll just bet," Buck said. He tilted his head toward the door, faint voices heard down the hall. "Think Casey just walked in--"

Chris glanced up. "Should be interesting."

"Not really," Buck said with a shake of is head. "She 'n' JD fit. He knows it, too -- I think he just got a bit -- confused -- there for a second. When he kissed Vin, I mean."

Chris nodded. JD and Casey did seem to be made for one another. He was just taking a sip of beer when Buck's voice dropped.

"And so, what about you 'n' Vin, Chris -- how well do you fit?"

A near spray of foam from his mouth and he ended up coughing up what he'd almost choked on. "Wha--"

Buck grinned. "You heard me."

He wiped at the beer dripping from his chin. "Hell if that's any of your business."

Which just had Buck grinning even more. "I knew it."

"You don't know shit," Chris told him, though he knew Buck actually had a pretty accurate idea of what had been going on between him and Vin -- before, and now here. Still, he didn't relish the idea of any of it being discussed.

Buck leaned toward him and reached out a hand, drawing it back again and then staring at the long, light brown hair that curled from his fingertips -- a hair of Vin's he'd just plucked from Chris's shirt. "Nope," he grinned, "Guess I don't know shit at all -- do I?"

And then Chris laughed.

Vin surveyed the action on the tv as he leaned against the wall in the back of the living room, two fingers holding the long neck bottle of a now half-full beer.

A hand danced lightly along his shoulderblade, and Buck's voice called a soft greeting in his ear. "Vin," it said, as his shoulder received a quick squeeze. Buck offered a quick wink before taking the chair nearest the television where he began handing out compliments to the new arrivals, Casey and Inez.

Buck knew, Vin realized -- and then realized he didn't mind that knowing.

The barest shift of wind behind him, and he smiled. Chris.

"Casey's here," he told him, nodding toward the room and the young woman who sat beaming at JD, who seemed to be beaming back.

"So I see," Chris said and moved to stand behind him. "JD looks happy about that."

Vin smiled at the warm breath now curling around his neck. "Yep." A hand suddenly filled the back pocket of his jeans. He knew it wasn't his own... "Taking a chance here in public, ain't ya?" Grinning now, he sipped from the beer bottle.

Chris sighed in his ear as the hand left his pocket to run a meandering course over his ass.

"Should've taken that chance a long time ago."

"You could'a."

Chris chuckled. "Now you tell me."

Silently, they watched their friends watching the game. JD's eyes drifted to them, and Vin raised his beer in greeting. He smiled as JD sent him a grin in return, then slung his arm around Casey.

The hand reappeared to fill his pocket.

"Can't believe you 'n' JD took that chance first."

Vin laughed. "We kissed -- that was it. Didn't last longer'n a couple seconds."

Chris gave a low growl. "That was enough."

He sent a grin over his shoulder, Chris's possessive tone giving him a charge. "'nough what? Time or chance?"

"Take your pick."

"Hell, it was just a quick kiss -- over 'fore it started." He shifted, the hand shifting with him. "An' I ain't really sure just who kissed who 'tween me an' him... but I sure 's hell know he didn't have his hand down my pants in the middle of doin' it."

"You're wanting me to move then?"

"You hear me complainin'? I don't hear me complainin'--" He shook his head. "Hell, Chris, this is all good -- more'n I even hoped might happen 'tween us... just, one minute I'm kissin' JD, which I never thought'd happen... an' next I'm kissin' you, which I was sure would never happen--"

"You kissed JD."

"Yeah... but I want you."

THE END