The Visitors

by Stan Lee *

ATF Universe

Chris began to stir very slowly out of a deep, satisfying sleep. The first thing he became aware of was the warm, solid body tangled in his arms and legs. He breathed deeply. Sunshine, shampoo, sex. Buck Wilmington. He hugged Buck closer and planted a kiss on the man's shoulder.

The next thing he became aware of was the light in the room. Way too bright to be early, not dark enough to be late. He and Buck had come home later than usual the night before, had indulged in a fantastic, white-hot, fireworks display of sex and passion and had fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning. Obviously they had slept in late.

Finally Chris became aware of the voices speaking softly from somewhere near the end of his bed. Wait a minute!!! Voices!!! He tensed but didn't open his eyes. He cocked an ear and listened.

"They look so damned sweet together." It was Ezra!

"They look as if they've just fucked each other's brains out." Tanner!

Chris opened his eyes and carefully disentangled himself from Buck. He sat up and eyed the two men in the room. Ezra was standing at the end of the bed, a fond smile on his face. Vin was perched on the footboard of the bed, booted feet and all, with what looked suspiciously like a leer on his face.

"Tanner! Get yer scrawny ass off my goddamned bed," Chris growled.

Vin huffed, "You should be so lucky, Larabee." But he moved off quickly enough.

By now Buck was awake. He rolled on to his side and propped himself up on his elbow, smiling at the two men.

"To what do we owe this pleasure?" he asked.

"Ezra's damn T.V. bust and we wanna watch the game," Vin said.

"My T.V. did not 'bust' as you so eloquently put it, Mr. Tanner. You threw a bottle at it and smashed the screen," Ezra clarified, a little testily.

"Hell, I paid for the T.V. in the first place. So what's yer problem?" Vin asked.

Ezra all but spluttered, "You only bought me the T.V. because you broke the last one I had."

"And I'll buy you a new one. Quit yer whining," Vin returned.

Chris and Buck exchanged a glance. It was way too early in the morning to have to listen to this kind of bickering, especially since they should have been in the middle of a nice warm-up fuck.

"You two ever heard of the phone?" Chris asked.

Ezra looked contrite and opened his mouth to reply, but Vin got there first. "Ez wanted to call, but I figgered all you two ever do on the weekend is screw each other so you probably wouldn't answer the phone anyway."

Ezra winced and Buck began to laugh. Chris somehow missed the humor, and growled, "Okay, out! Both of you! Go put the goddamned game on."

"Thanks man," Vin grinned down at them. "You two wanna join us? Or you got a bit more fucking to do first?"

"Out!" Chris roared.

"We'll be there in a minute," Buck laughed as Ezra took hold of his friend's arms and steered him out of harms way.

When they had closed the door behind them, Buck reached up and pulled Chris back down into the bed. "Guess a blow-job's out of the question?" he asked.

Chris laughed. "I wouldn't trust Vin to stay on the other side of that door, and I ain't about to demonstrate tips on my technique."

"Darlin', you wrote the book," Buck teased, "Junior might as well learn from an expert."

Chris smiled and slipped a hand under the sheet. Buck was already hard, no surprise there. "Hold that thought for me, love," Chris breathed, giving Buck a small squeeze and making him groan. "I'm gonna have a shower - cold. You wanna see to those two clowns?" he jerked his head in the direction Vin and Ezra had taken.

"Leave 'em to me. Breakfast?"

"Yeah. Christ, I'm starving." Chris swung his legs out of bed, rose and stretched. Buck groaned again and watched as Chris headed to the shower, enjoying the view of the man's perfectly muscled back and ass. Pulling on jeans and a sweatshirt, he padded barefoot into the kitchen to find Vin mooching in the fridge.

"What you got to eat in this place?" Vin asked.

"I'm making breakfast. You and Ez are welcome," Buck replied.

"Breakfast! It's one o'clock in the afternoon," Vin groused.

"Well, we ain't had breakfast yet. Bacon and eggs. Take it or leave it."

"I'll take it. But don't make the eggs too runny, and I like the bacon crisp and..." he yelped as Buck gave him a slap on the butt.

"Listen, Junior. I was making breakfast before you were born. Don't need advice from no skinny-assed Texan."

"Okay, alright," Vin threw his hands up and retreated to a stool at the kitchen counter while Buck began to get the food ready.

"How come you ain't had breakfast yet?" Vin asked, a cheeky glint in his eye.

"We were busy," Buck replied.

"Doin' what?"

"Doin' each other," Buck muttered under his breath. He paused for a moment remembering how he had woken up earlier to find Chris already moving inside him, a hand stroking over his cock which was rock hard, despite the fact that he was more than half asleep. He smiled dreamily. God, it had been so good. The feel of Chris' shaft way up inside him, the man's breath huffing against the back of his neck, his hand sliding up and down in perfect rhythm. Buck shuddered, then jumped when he heard Vin shout his name.

"Wilmington! Come back to earth." Vin was grinning at him, a knowing look in his eyes. "Was it good for you darlin?" Vin teased.

"Fuck off, Tanner," Buck growled. "Why don't you make a pot of coffee. None of yer usual Texan shit either. There's a measure in the jar. Use it."

"Jesus. What a nag. Not getting any Bucklin?" Vin grumbled.

"Not getting enough," Buck muttered. Usually by this time on a Saturday afternoon he and Chris had fucked through the Kama Sutra and were into the later chapters of The Joys of Gay Sex. By Sunday morning they were inventing new positions. Not that he didn't love his friends, but Vin and Ezra's surprise visit was seriously cramping his style.

Vin was giving Buck a play-by-play of the game he had been watching the night before, right up to the time the referee allowed a questionable goal and Vin showed his displeasure by throwing a beer bottle at Ezra's T.V. screen. Chris walked in, freshly scrubbed and casually dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. He stepped up behind Buck who was flipping the last of the eggs, and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"Smells good," he said.

"Buck or the food?" Vin muttered.

Chris grinned at the younger man. "Both. Get me a cup of coffee. Might as well make yourself useful if you're gonna be here."

"He always this bossy?" Vin asked, fetching a cup and pouring the coffee.

"Well, I always do what he wants," Buck grinned.

Chris snorted. "You only do what I want if it suits you," he amended.

"I reckon it suits me often enough, Chris," Buck said mildly. "Soup's on."

The four men enjoyed a lazy breakfast, then cleaned away the dishes. Ezra wandered back to the den to continue watching the pre-game show. Vin and Chris lingered over their coffee.

"I'm gonna take a shower," Buck said, and leaned to kiss Chris' cheek. Chris couldn't help turning his head to watch Buck walk away, even though Vin was grinning at him like a fiend. Buck had the best ass in the ATF, best in Denver, hell, he probably had the best ass in the whole of the U.S. Chris watched a little wistfully as Buck disappeared into the bathroom. They always took a shower together on the weekend. It was so hot to see water stream down his lover's body, to massage up his long, muscled back while Buck raised his arms and splayed his hands onto the wall, to rub soap all over him, slipping a finger deep inside his body until he pushed back and groaned for more, to slide a soapy hand across his firm ass and around to his front and grasp his long, hard -- Chris' fantasy came crashing to a halt when Vin laughed out loud.

"Don't you two ever think of anything except banging each other?" he asked.

Chris blushed. "Sometimes I think about kicking the ass of scrawny, no-account, sharpshooters who stick their noses where they don't belong," he growled.

Vin laughed louder. "Come on, Chris. Let's take yer mind of Buck's ass for a minute or two and go watch the game."

Chris and Vin had just settled down in front of the T.V. when Buck came padding into the den, barefoot, jeans only partially buttoned, no shirt, towel hanging around his neck, hair wet - droplets of water running over his chest. "Beer anyone?" he asked.

Ezra and Vin said yep. Chris tried to speak, but his voice had deserted him, along with all thoughts that didn't involve tearing Buck's jeans off, taking his cock deeply into the back of Chris' throat and sucking on it happily for the next hour or so. "I'll just go help him," Chris finally managed to say, although it came out as a rather embarrassing squeak.

Vin grinned. "Wanna bet we won't see them for a while."

"Not a bet I intend to take," Ezra said.

Ten minutes later Vin went in search of the beer that had never appeared. He walked into the kitchen and wasn't surprised to find that Buck was backed up against the kitchen counter with Chris wound round him like a vine. One of Buck's hands cupped the back of Chris' head and held it close while the two men kissed passionately. Buck's other hand was rubbing over Chris' butt.

"Will you two get a frigging room," Vin said, his smile turning to a grin when Buck raised the hand he had been stroking over his partner's ass and gave Vin the one-finger salute, without breaking the kiss, without even raising his head to glance at Vin.

"I'll get the beers, shall I?" Vin asked. The two men continued to kiss. "Right. Four beers coming up."

Vin took four bottles of beer from the fridge and returned to the den. A couple of minutes later he and Ezra were joined by the two other men, flushed, lips swollen, suspiciously stiff gait as they walked to the couch. Buck flopped down and pulled Chris with him, hauled the other man flush up against his chest, and stretched a long leg on either side of his lover's body. Finally winding arms tightly around Chris, the two settled down to watch the game.

An hour later and Chris was about ready to explode. Buck had spent the time winding him up, oh so subtly, until he was painfully hard, then keeping him on the edge with a brush of his hand, a nibble to his earlobe, a wet tongue trailed up the back of his neck, a light kiss ghosted over his cheek, and a string of whispered erotic suggestions that would have made a dozen sailors blush (and which didn't always seem physically possible, although Chris was more than willing to give 'em all a try).

At one point, when Ezra had gone to the john and Vin had stepped into the kitchen to grab another beer, Buck had actually reached down into his sweatpants and jerked his cock from root to tip several times while sucking hard on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Chris had almost cum right there, but Buck had whipped his hand away just when he started to spasm, snapping the waistband of his sweatpants back in place just as Vin came back into the room. Chris had snatched up the cold beer bottle and placed it squarely on his hot, pulsing cock, hoping to calm his raging erection enough so that he didn't give in to his overwhelming impulse to turn in Buck's arms, strip the man's jeans off and shove his cock deeply into his lover's body, Vin and Ezra be damned.

The only consolation was that Wilmington was as rock solid as he was. Chris had made sure of that with a few well-placed wiggles and a couple of hard squeezes when he thought Ezra and Vin were distracted enough by the game. And just to complete the man's punishment, Buck was wearing a particularly tight fitting pair of jeans, so even though his top button was undone, he must still be in hell from his erection trapped tight and hot and hard inside the denim. Serve the bastard right.

When half time was called Ezra and Vin took off in search of a sandwich and Chris turned on the couch and knelt up between Buck's legs. He tangled his hands in Buck's thick hair and pulled the man's head back so that their lips met in a searing kiss. As Chris sucked hard on Buck's tongue, Buck slipped his hands down, cupping his lover's balls with one hand, and rubbing his cock hard and fast with the other. Chris was rigid with need, his body almost vibrating with passion. He pulled his head away and the two men spoke, without words, communicating their shared goal. They rose as one from the couch and stepped into the kitchen.

Vin looked up from the sandwich he was creating.

"Now what?" Vin laughed, "Going to water the horses? Walk the dog?"

Buck grinned. "Nope. Going to fuck the ass off my boss."

"Dinner's at seven. Steak and salad. You're both welcome to stay," Chris said, dragging Buck towards the bedroom and slamming the door behind them.

Vin and Ezra exchanged a glance and burst out laughing. "It's only 4 o'clock," Vin said. "You think they're gonna fuck for three hours?"

"They do seem to have amazing stamina," Ezra replied. "I wouldn't be surprised."

When they heard a crash from behind the bedroom door, followed by a series of quite explicit carnal instructions and a cacophony of moans and groans, Vin and Ezra gathered up their sandwiches and their beers and headed back to the den. After all, there was only so much you wanted to imagine your boss and your colleague doing, and what they were getting up to right now was definitely on a "need to know" basis.

The End