Chris'mas Comes Erly for Vin

Chris Larabee looked in the mirror and shook his head. What in the world had possessed him to dress like this? He looked down at his leather-clad body and took note of how the leather clung to his skin like a lover’s caress.

"Now I know precisely what people mean when they say ‘dressed to kill’," Chris murmured to himself, as he folded back his shirt cuffs.

The new clothing had come from a specialist store in Denver, and Chris had made the secret purchase specifically for a New Year’s Eve party that he and his lover were attending in two weeks time. Ever since they’d become romantically involved, Vin had been nagging Chris to pep up his wardrobe by replacing the habitual black pants and dark-hued shirts with some brighter attire. This was the pair’s first Christmas together as a couple, so as a special treat for the man he loved almost as much as life itself, Larabee had decided to buy something different from the norm. Plus the black pants and scarlet shirt seemed very appropriate for the fast approaching festive season.

Staring into the full-length mirror once again, Chris was amazed at how impressive he looked in the leather ensemble, and was glad he’d been persuaded by the store assistant to take the two expensive pieces. The pants hugged his lower body enticingly, and he smiled at the wanton streak that had compelled him to try them on again, but without any underwear. Testing the leather against bare flesh had been an experiment, because he’d been slightly concerned about how it would feel – particularly on his torso and at other sensitive areas. But he was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable and easy to wear they were, and was even more astounded by the feel of the accompanying shirt. The pants were no different to his normal jeans, but the softly pliant shirt felt absolutely wonderful on his skin.

However, there was another by-product of his outfit which was totally unexpected. Chris didn’t really bother too much about his appearance or how he dressed, and had never thought that clothes could influence how he perceived himself. Until now, that is. Regarding his leather-garbed form in the mirror, he realised it made him feel incredibly sexy, and… Fucking Hell! Chris suddenly became aware of his body’s reactions – he was getting a hard-on! Well, if it had that effect on him, the ATF leader was certain Vin would think the same. Their relationship was close and very loving, as well as extremely physical. When his partner finally got to see him, or touch him, clothed so seductively in this get-up, they would probably both be lost to temptation and the pleasures of the flesh. ‘Maybe I should drop a hint, or give Vin a sneak preview. Otherwise we’ll never make it to Orrin’s New Year party!’ Chris mused.

"Oh, Lordy Lord! Santa’s delivered early!"

Chris’ head snapped around on hearing Vin’s thrilled exclamation, but he didn’t move when the sniper bounded into the dressing area of the room. Oh, well, that solved one problem! The blond hadn’t heard the other man enter the master bedroom or noticed his approach, but he automatically leant into Vin’s chest as he came up behind and wrapped Chris within a crushing embrace. A warm mouth latched onto the back of his neck, and teeth and tongue were given free rein as the younger man immediately began his lovemaking. The senior agent shivered in delight, relaxing into his lover’s predatory hold as Tanner’s exploring hands roved unhurriedly across the smooth pants.

Vin started his reconnoitre at Chris’ taut buttocks, and slowly worked his way around to the front, where the bulge of the older man’s erection strained against his fly zipper. The sensation of Vin’s skilful hands, combined with the ardent wet kisses being showered upon his neck and ears, made Chris’ belly flutter, while his balls hardened in a pain that was both exquisite and torturous. When Tanner’s kisses changed to little sharp nips to the side of his partner’s throat, Chris’ excitement soared to an even higher level, and his breathing became hoarsely ragged.

"Wow! Ya look damned good in leather, cowboy…. good enough ta eat," Vin whispered hungrily, as he stopped nibbling and played the tip of his tongue around Chris’ ear.

Chris gazed in the mirror at Vin, gulping back a guttural growl as he caught a glimpse of his young lover’s form. The other man was stark naked and, with his shaft ramrod straight and upright, there was no doubt to what his intentions were. Chris guessed that Vin had been surreptitiously watching him try on his new clothes, and this had evidently sparked the Texan’s arousal.

"I thought you were grooming the horses. This was supposed to be a surprise, your post-Christmas gift for New Year," the older man chided, although the scold lacked any real strength.

Vin ignored the mild rebuke as he deliberately rubbed his manhood against Chris’ leather-covered ass, and began working at the shirt buttons with surprisingly steady fingers. "I finished in the stables, an’ this is a surprise," the sniper eventually responded, letting out a grunt of satisfaction as he freed the final button and slipped a hand beneath the thin leather.

Chris groaned loudly as Vin’s fingertips brushed fleetingly over a nipple, and his head twisted around as he sought out his lover’s mouth. They stood together like that for several minutes, lips sealed, tongues probing and sparring in an erotic dance, and hands mapping out each others familiar curves and angles in a renewal of their relationship. Finally, Vin took decisive control. Breaking the passionate kiss, he turned Chris around to face him and, looping his thumbs into the belt line of his partner’s pants, he slowly edged backwards, pulling the object of his desires into the main bedroom.

"I got me an early Christmas present from the man I love. So I plan to open it, an’ enjoy it in comfort," Tanner declared, giving his unresisting lover a crooked grin as he gently pushed him onto the bed.

Sprawling onto the mattress on his back, Chris said nothing as he wriggled into the centre and lay there passively waiting to see what Vin would do next. He didn’t have to wait long. Vin quickly scampered up to join him, crawling up between Larabee’s splayed limbs and trailing a hand up each leather-clad leg as he went. The pair met at eyelevel, with Vin asserting his dominance by covering his friend’s body with his own, as he thoroughly kissed and caressed Chris.

Vin wriggled on top of his captive lover, moaning and shuddering in ecstasy, as his cock glided up, down and across the crotch area of Chris’ pants. The aromatic leather was warm from the older man’s body heat, and the sniper had never experienced such tactile stimulus from a material before. It took all of Vin’s willpower to stop himself from coming there and then over the pants.

Chris must have sensed his lusty partner’s dilemma, so he pulled out of the kiss and eyed Vin suspiciously. "You mess up my new gear, and I won’t be very impressed," he growled, although there was laughter in his voice, and his hazel eyes were brimming with indulgent love and desire.

"I’d best do somethin’ that will impress ya then!"

"You do that every day, pard."

"Likewise, cowboy, likewise."

"Likewise? Likewise! Hell, Tanner… Standish must be rubbing off on you!"

"I don’t rub off wit’ anyone but you, Chris."

As he spoke Vin crawled downwards, his right hand instantly finding Chris’ pants zipper which was then tugged fully open. Easing the garment over his friend’s slim hips, Vin’s eyes widened, and he grinned rakishly, as the older man’s thick length instantly sprang free from its restrictive leather prison. The penis was weeping globules of cum, tiny tear-shaped drops of juice that trickled slowly down the taut, purpled crown, and the sniper gasped in need as Chris suddenly tilted his hips upwards. Needing no second bidding, Vin knelt to capture the glistening moisture with the tip of his tongue, and thoroughly laved the head of his lover’s blood-engorged cock. Tanner’s fingers on one hand continued to stroke and rub at Chris’ distended balls, whilst the other made sweeping motions across the older man’s chest, occasionally finding and teasing a raised nipple. Realising he’d lapped up all of his bed mate’s pre-cum, Vin took the firm rod into his mouth, and began bringing his lover to orgasm.

Chris was drowning in a sea of pleasure, and was oblivious to everything except what Vin was doing to him. He moaned and writhed on the quilt, and his heart hammered in his chest, with his breath quickening until he felt dizzy and light-headed. The pulsating movement of that warm, moist mouth was phenomenal, almost frightening in its sensual power, and he was utterly swamped by the sensations ripping through his highly sensitised body. Every time Vin increased the strength and tempo of the suck, a wondrous hot feeling travelled from Chris’ cock, through his rigid balls, and raced all the way up his belly to his chest and neck, before exploding in his addled brain. The only thing the blond was aware of was that he couldn’t last much longer.

"Oh, my… ah…. oh… ooh… G… g…God…. Shit! Vin, I’m gonna…." Larabee was unable to finish the sentence as his imminent release suddenly drove all cohesive thought from his mind.

The power of Chris’ ejaculation was like a lightning strike to Vin, making his groin squeeze inward and his plump member jerk, as it begged for its own gratification. Quickly swallowing the hot, glutinous offering of semen, the younger agent thoroughly licked the quivering shaft before letting it fall from his mouth.

"There, I didn’t spill any on yer flashy new pants," Vin said smugly, as he straightened up once again.

Chris at last found his voice, saying, "I didn’t think you would."

Making his way up the bed, Vin flopped down beside his sated partner, intertwining a bare leg around Chris’ leather-clad one. The sniper sighed happily as the other pulled him closer and wrapped a possessive arm around his back.

"That was superb, Vin, but it kind of got all twisted around. Me in leather was supposed to be a pleasurable surprise for you," Chris murmured to Vin as he dropped several kisses on his beloved’s tousled hair.

"It was certainly that, cowboy! Chris, we ain’t going anywhere today…. an’… an’ I’d like t’know how it feels t’wear those pants. Can I try ‘em on?" There was a shy sweetness to Vin’s enquiry, although his hand continually stroking at the leather material was anything but chaste.

"Of course you can. Are you considering buying something like this?"

"I might be tempted."

"You’d certainly look tempting if you did! And I bet you’d look fucking gorgeous in a leather thong too. Shit, I’d be screwing you at every opportunity if I knew you were wearing one under your pants!"

"Jeez, Larabee – you got such a hunger fer sex!"

"Only with you, pard, only with you. Hey, I need a shower, and… we have some unfinished business to attend to," the blond stated, nuzzling insistently at Vin’s neck as his hand sought out his lover’s half-mast and lust-stiffened cock.

"I’ll get the water going; you make sure ya fold those clothes neatly. I don’t want ‘em wrinkled!"

"You’re getting rather bossy, Tanner! I should’ve bought a matching leather whip from that fetish store downtown - to keep you in line."

"Ya go down there, Chris, an’ you’d find some real bad elements," the younger man predicted, his tone holding a hint of worry for his companion’s safety if he ventured into the seedier area of the city.

"Baby, I am the bad element! Now go wait for me in that shower!"

Vin rolled away from his friend and off the bed, his eyes glittering with a feral light as he watched Chris peel off the shirt. "Damn, I love it when ya talk dirty! I’s already horny as hell, an’ now the boys are in a right old frenzy," he chuckled excitedly, deliberately fondling his crotch.

Reaching across to the bedside table, Chris picked up the KY they always kept handy, and held it up for the other to see. "Best take this with you then," – he tossed the tube to his naked lover – "so I can give you the rest of your early present."

"’Christmas comes but once a year….’" Vin waved the tube in the air like a conductor would a baton, as he recanted the verse. Suddenly he paused, his face lighting up with a mischievous smile as a poetic thought struck him. "And when Chris comes, he fills my rear!" Tanner finished with a flourish. Casting Larabee an impish look, the aroused sniper then bent over and playfully wriggled his bare ass in his lover’s direction, before bolting into the master bathroom.

As Vin disappeared, Chris rolled his eyes, shaking his head in mock despair at his friend’s outlandish and uncharacteristic behaviour. God, he loved that man…. and he couldn’t wait to see what happened when Vin put on those leather pants and shirt. This would be a Christmas they’d remember for a long, long time.