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Author's Chapter Notes:
Thanks to Suzy for beta reading (and for the burrito!) and to that poor hapless girl who inspired this ? her pain was not wasted
Outside Chris's ranch...

"Don't give me that look, Vin. You need help and you know it."

Pain-filled eyes pled.

"What other choice do we have? It's getting worse by the minute and you know it."

Eyes closed. Shoulders shrugged, giving in.

"Look, I know the guy – I told you, he's a doctor! – and he's an old friend of mine. He'll help."

The eyes opened, hands gestured.

"No, I don't know how I'm gonna explain it yet. You had that check up a couple of mornings ago, right? Maybe this is just a side effect."

The eyes rolled.

"Maybe you were eating something and started to choke."

The eyebrows raised. Sarcastic disbelief. Fingers pounded a watch dial.

"I know it's fucking three o'clock in the morning and most people are asleep by now. What do you want me to do, tell the truth?!"

The head shook. He sighed again. They couldn't tell the truth.

"Hell, even if we did tell the truth, he'd be fine with it. Really."

Another headshake and sigh combined with the raised eyebrows.

"Okay, okay, I'll try to think of something else."




Half an hour earlier...

They were in Chris's bed, their hard, sweaty bodies rubbing up and down one another.

"Oh, God, Vin, you feel so good. Oh, yeah," Chris gasped, feeling the younger man's lips and tongue work their way down his torso. He pushed on the top of Vin's head, urging him downward, wanting, needing his lover's warm mouth on his hardened cock. "Come on, Vin, suck me off. Please," he pled.

"Anything for you," Vin replied huskily, letting his tongue lap up the pre-cum glistening at the tip of Chris's flesh.

He relished the sounds of his lover's moans, knowing that he was the cause of Chris's pleasure. He moved his tongue lower, gliding it up and down the hefty length, gently nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. His hands roamed as well, rubbing up and down Chris's thighs, massaging his groin, and gently rolling the older man's ball sac...

"Come on, Vin, take me," Chris begged, unable to endure the pleasurable torture any longer.

Meeting Chris's gaze for a split second, a mischievous glint in his eyes, Vin descended. Opening his mouth wide for his lover's sizable erection, Vin attacked it with all he had.

Chris cried out at the sensations, feeling himself sucked and licked and bit and scraped and caressed all at once. He knew it wouldn't take long for him to lose all control. Almost without his knowledge, his hands found the younger man's hair and entwined their fingers in the long locks. He pulled Vin closer and shoved his cock deeper into his throat.

"Almost there... almost..." he whispered, closing his eyes as he arched his neck back, waiting for the coming ecstasy.

Then he whimpered. Vin had stopped. Just when he was so close!

"Vin?" he called, letting go of Vin's hair and hitching himself up onto his elbows. But Vin didn't move. "Vin?"

After another few silent seconds, the younger man finally let Chris's now softened organ slip from his mouth, but he did not meet Chris's gaze. Chris maneuvered around the bed, trying to see past the hair Vin seemed to be purposely hiding behind.

"Vin? Come on, what's going on? Did I hurt you?" Chris asked, becoming worried that he might have been too aggressive and rough. But Vin just shook his head before heading quickly to the bathroom. "Vin!" he called after him.

Chris knocked lightly at the door before pushing it open. Vin was hunched over the sink, hair still covering his face. The older man put a tentative hand on his shoulder. He heard a loud sigh before Vin finally turned toward him. Chris reached out and caressed the tear stained cheeks.

"What's the matter, Vin?" he asked.

"i ucki aw ock u!" Vin replied, exasperated, hands spread out.

"What? Come on, Vin, talk to me," Chris replied, confused by Vin's words and actions.

"I UCKI AW OCK U!" he repeated, louder, pointing to his wide open and, Chris realized, unmoving mouth.

"Your jaw locked up?!"




Forty five minutes later...

"Chris, good to see you," the bleary-eyed man spoke, opening the door.

"You too, Jack," Chris responded. "Sorry about the hour, though."

"Don't worry about it. Hell, I probably deserve it after all the times I've had you up at all hours of the night, watching the kids while I went on calls and stuff," Jack replied. "This must be Vin," he added, watching the younger man shuffle in behind Chris.

Vin nodded, kept his face hidden under his hair.

"So what happened?" Jack asked, trying to get a look at Vin. When he got no response, he asked, "Do you have a history of TMJ?"

Chris looked up sharply. That's it! But before he could respond, Vin gave Jack a confused look. It was obvious that he had no idea what TMJ was.

"No, huh?" Jack responded. "Well, come on down the hall to the examination room and let me take a look."

The two men followed Jack and Vin obediently sat upon the table the doctor patted.

"This ever happen before?"

Vin shook his head.

The doctor looked perplexed. He felt the bones and angle of Vin's jaw.

"What were you doing just prior to it locking up?"

Vin looked at Chris. Chris looked at Vin.

"Eating," Chris replied quickly. "Tried to put an entire burrito into his mouth at once." Phew!

Jack nodded. Vin didn't think he looked too convinced. Vin glared at Chris. A burrito? How lame is that? Shit.

"One of those Big Meat Burritos?" Jack asked. "Oh, I love those! Remember how we used to make them after the games, Chris?" He smiled at his old friend.

Vin looked at Chris, his eyebrows raised, anger rising with a bit of jealousy.

"Well, let's just see what we can do," Jack said, putting his hands on either side of Vin's face. And then, without warning, he pulled, pushed and twisted slightly, popping the younger man's jaw back into its normal place. Vin let out a scream. The first sound he'd made since they left Chris's place.

"Vin, you alright?" Chris asked, concerned, forgetting Vin's murderous looks.

He nodded slowly, rubbing his jaw and slowly working it up and down and side to side.

"I'd keep it shut for a while, yet, Vin," Jack instructed. "Don't talk too much and keep to small portions of soft foods for a day or two. Anything too big and hard in there and you might lock up again."

Vin saw the laughter in the doctor's eyes. He wanted to crawl into a hole.

"Tylenol when you need it, you'll be sore for a bit," the doctor added.

"Thanks, Jack," Chris said, shaking his old friend's hand.

"Like I said, Chris, I owe you a few," the doctor replied. "Vin, nice to meet you. Too bad it had to be under these circumstances."

Vin nodded again and smiled a bit, letting the doctor see his gratefulness while hiding his contempt.




Half an hour later, in Chris's truck...

"Later on we'll laugh at this. Really."

An angry glare. "Come on, why are you angry? We got your jaw all fixed up!"

Shoulders shrugged, but the angry glare stayed.

"You know what Buck would call this, don't you?"

Hands went to cover ears. He knew Chris would tell him anyway.

"Blower's cramp. Says it happens to him all the time, the women just can't handle the size of him."

A fist snaked out.

THE END