Welcome Home

by Stan Lee *

ATF Universe

Buck Wilmington stepped into the office he shared with his five ATF colleagues and threw his arms out wide, shouting, "Honey, I'm home."

He was greeted by five wide-mouthed grins, a series of 'hellos' and 'welcome homes' and a few hearty slaps on the back. JD, who had not enjoyed his week alone without his "big brother", threw himself into the man's arms, shouting, somewhat unnecessarily, "Buck, you're home."

Buck slapped the kid on the back. "How ya doing, son" he asked. "You miss me?'

"Like you'd miss a 24 up side of the head," Vin drawled and ducked when Buck took a swing at him.

"Admit it, this place just ain't the same without me," Buck smiled.

"Which isn't necessarily a bad thing," Ezra pointed out.

"It's certainly a lot quieter, brother," Josiah added.

"Less chance of bodily injury from your God-awful prank playing," Nathan chimed in.

"Not as much fun," Vin and JD chorused.

"At least some work gets done," Chris growled.

Everybody in the room quieted and turned towards Chris, who was standing in the doorway of his office, arms folded across his chest, looking a mite peeved. "This ain't a playground, Bucklin," he groused. "I got no use for you disturbing the others. Either find yourself something useful to do, or go home and come back when you're ready to work."

JD and Vin squirmed at the tone in Chris' voice, Ezra shifted uncomfortably in his seat, but Buck didn't look the slightest bit chastened. "And a fine good morning to you too, Chris. That's the heart warming welcome I've come to expect."

Chris took a menacing step closer to his colleague. "Just 'cos you been off living it up for a week....." he began.

"Now, now, boss," Buck cut in. "It's called testifying and it was my legal duty. Wasn't my fault they moved the trial outta the state," he grinned.

Chris waved him off impatiently. "And I suppose you're gonna tell me it was hard work having to stay at the Key West Hilton for 5 days waiting to be called to the stand," he growled.

If possible, Buck's shit-eating grin grew wider. "Hey, it's a dirty job, pard. But somebody has to do it."

Chris snorted, "Yeah, well you're back now so quit yer slacking. I'll expect your trial report on my desk in 10 minutes." He turned back to his office and was about to close the door when JD piped up, "Jeez, Chris, we wanted to take Buck out to lunch to celebrate his homecoming."

Chris turned back slowly, the beginnings of a Larabee death-glare blazing across the room. Even at half strength it was enough to make the young agent squirm. Before Chris had a chance to blast the kid, Buck stepped in between them.

"You guys go on without me," he told JD. "I'll catch up with you when my report's finished."

With a last hard look at JD, Chris subsided and closed his office door, none too gently. JD sighed in relief.

"God, he's been a really cranky bastard since you've been gone," the kid said, quietly.

"How can you tell?" Buck laughed.

"Well, worse than usual, then," JD amended, shaking his head.

Buck patted him on the back. "He just gets worried when one of us is working a case away from the office. You know he gets bent outta shape when he can't keep an eye on us," Buck soothed.

"You were only testifying, Buck, and you were in a first class hotel in Florida. Ain't exactly dangerous territory," JD huffed.

Vin and a couple of his Team Seven colleagues had a much clearer idea of the cause of Chris' tension when Buck was not around. He tried to steer the conversation to safer ground.

"Why don't we try that new place for lunch, JD? You said you wanted to take Bucklin there."

JD brightened for a moment. "Okay. But I ain't going until Buck's ready. We can wait till you make your report to Chris then we'll all go together."

"No!" Buck, Vin and Ezra cried in unison.

"I believe Mr. Wilmington needs a little private time with our esteemed leader. I imagine he has a few issues of a sensitive nature to discuss," Ezra said.

JD looked mystified. "Sensitive nature?" he repeated. "He's reporting on a trial. What's sensitive 'bout that?" Ezra looked uncharacteristically flustered for a moment, and Josiah stepped forward.

"Son, what Ezra's trying to say is that Chris is in one of his moods. You know Buck's the only one can turn him around but he can't do it with all us around. Words are gonna be exchanged between 'em. It'd be disrespectful to listen in on that."

JD chewed it over for a minute. The phone on Buck's desk began ringing insistently and call display let Buck know that Larabee was on the end of the line. He picked up the receiver.

"Yeah, Chris?"

"Wilmington, if you're not on your knees sucking on my cock in five minutes you're fired!"

The line went dead. Buck felt a surge of lust rip through him and had to sit down so his desk masked the erection that was now pressing firmly against the front of his jeans. Vin smirked, knowing exactly what was going on. Buck looked up, eyes glazed, as JD approached his desk.

"You want we should go on without you?" he asked.

Buck licked his suddenly dry lips and managed to say, "Go on ahead, kid. I'll see you there soon as I can." He shifted on his chair, trying to relieve his discomfort. Vin winked at him and put an arm around JD's shoulders, guiding him towards the door.

"Okay. It's the new place in the plaza. I hear they do great steaks," JD said. "Alright, already Vin, you don't have to shove I'm going," he groused, as his friend manhandled him out. "See you soon, Buck."

Buck waved, not trusting himself to speak. Ezra grinned at him and saluted on the way out.

Nathan shook his head. "Don't think I'll be able to make it for lunch today, Buck. Got a lot of stuff I need to finish...."

Josiah stepped up again. "Not now, brother. The man needs a real homecoming with all his friends," he said, trying to maneuver him towards the door while Buck squirmed again and looked wistfully towards Chris' door. His phone rang again and he snatched up the receiver.

"Chris?" he breathed.

"Buck I'm about ready to explode. Get your ass in here right now or else I'm gonna come out there and fuck you over your desk and I don't care who sees it!"

The phone went dead again and Buck looked at Josiah in desperation. "Right, we're outta here. See you later," and Josiah all but carried a still-protesting Nathan out the door. Catching up with their friends at the elevator he grinned at Ezra and Vin and gave them a discreet thumbs-up sign. They would be almost as thankful as Chris when Buck had fucked the sexual frustration out of their leader. A couple of days apart and Chris' mounting tension made him moody and easily irritated. By the time the two had spent five days away from each other, Chris was ready to explode and the rest of the team were ready to kill him. Now he was in Buck's capable hands (and mouth and who knew where else) and things would finally get back to normal.

JD was still grousing about his friend's treatment. "Lord, you'd think Chris would at least let him have lunch with his friends after being away so long," he grumbled. "Sometimes Chris is really hard on Buck."

Studiously looking at anything but each other, Ezra and Vin fought to suppress their laughter. As the elevator door opened and they all piled in Josiah muttered, "Out of the mouths of babes...." and the two men let go and howled. JD and Nathan exchanged confused looks and shrugged. This was not the first time either of them had missed the joke where their friends were concerned. One day they'd ask for an explanation.

When Buck was sure Josiah and Nathan had left he stood up, groaning and adjusting his tight pants. For a moment he thought about prolonging Chris' misery - seeing how long it would take before the man actually begged for it, maybe seeing if he would live up to his promise to fuck him over his own desk (or was that supposed to be a threat?) But Buck was so hot and hard that he knew he would be torturing himself just as much so he abandoned that idea and opened Chris' door.

Striding across the room, he was met half way by Chris, who had been pacing the room anxiously, growing harder by the second, tormented by the friction of his tight jeans on his growing erection. The two clashed in the middle of the room, hands everywhere at once stroking, clawing, rubbing at whatever presented itself. Their mouths crushed together in a series of bruising kisses that left them shaken and breathless. When their immediate need to touch was satisfied, they slowed their pace. Chris smiled, his first genuine smile since Buck had left five days ago.

"Welcome home, pard," he whispered.

Buck began to unbuckle his friend's belt. "Miss me?" he teased.

"You have no idea," Chris breathed.

Buck pulled open the belt and unzipped Chris' jeans. Slipping a hand down to stroke the rock hard shaft he smiled, "This gives me a bit of a clue." Chris gasped and pushed into the tormenting hand.

"What's the matter, babe," Buck grinned, "Didn't you get any while I was away?"

Chris moaned and arched his back, "You know I didn't, you bastard," he growled. "And if you tell me right now that you got laid I really am gonna fire you."

"Oh, yeah?" Buck whispered into his ear. "Then who you gonna get to suck your cock for you?"

If Chris was planning on answering that question, Buck didn't get to hear it. In one quick move he dropped to his knees, pushing Chris' pants down to pool at his feet. Pulling the man up tight, Buck slid his mouth down the hot, hard length until the head of Chris' cock bumped against the back of his throat.

Chris let out a shout that the men in the outer office might have mistaken for the South's rebel yell if they had not been safely tucked into a booth at Sadie's Steak House. Chris gripped Buck's head tightly in his hands and stilled the busy mouth for a moment, taking a deep breath and trying to compose himself so this would last. It would be plain embarrassing to shoot the minute Buck's mouth touched him.

Buck grinned up at him, as always reading the other man's mind with little trouble. He flicked out his tongue and licked the head of Chris' cock, then blew softly on the wet tip. Chris shuddered deeply and groaned way down in his chest. He carded his fingers through Buck's thick hair and pulled his head back, determined to regain control. But Buck had other ideas. His hands began rhythmically kneading the muscles in Chris' ass. With every squeeze, Chris rocked forward and his cock slid past Buck's lips and over his tongue. When they had established a steady pattern, Buck suddenly sucked in hard, and continued to suck even as Chris pulled out of his mouth. Chris groaned long and loud and unconsciously began to pick up the pace. All thoughts of controlling the situation vanished and he dropped his hands to Buck's shoulders, giving him free rein.

Buck took full advantage. He sucked up the throbbing shaft and alternated with gentle swipes of his tongue until Chris' legs were trembling and his breath was coming in harsh gasps. Finally Buck bent his head to gently suck on his lover's balls. When he felt Chris go absolutely rigid, he slipped a finger deep into his friend's body, pressing into the spot he knew was Chris' trigger. With a shuddering groan, Chris pushed himself as far down Buck's throat as he could and released in long, thick spurts, gasping as Buck swallowed over and again, his throat tightening on the pulsing shaft that filled his mouth. As tremors ran up and down Chris' body, he had to press down hard on Buck's shoulders to keep himself upright. Buck nuzzled into his groin, planting kisses on his softening cock, holding him up when his legs threatened to give way.

When Chris found he could breath again, he pulled Buck to his feet and kissed him passionately, his tongue licking into the other man's mouth, tasting himself there. He buried his face into Buck's neck as the other man's arms came up to cradle and support him.

"I really fucking missed you, man," Chris murmured.

Buck smiled into the top of the other man's head. "Me too," he whispered.

Chris tipped back for a moment. "So. Did you get laid while you were away?" he asked softly, not sure he really wanted to hear the answer.

Buck took Chris' hand and pressed it to his own rock hard erection. "It's all yours," he whispered and Chris smiled.

"Anything special I can do for you?" he teased, rubbing hard through Buck's jeans.

"You know what I want," Buck whispered.

Chris laughed, "You know the ATF shrink would have a field day with this?"

"So. I like to fuck my boss. That's not so unusual," Buck smiled.

"Not sure the rest of the ATF would see it that way," Chris replied, dryly.

"Fuck 'em," Buck laughed. "But first - fuck you?"

"Come and get it," Chris smirked, and kicking himself free of his pants, he grabbed Buck's hand and lead him towards his desk. As he undid his friend's belt he leaned in for a kiss. "You want me to slick you up?" he whispered and Buck's eyes sparked with lust. Chris slowly sank to his knees and he began licking up and down his lover's cock, coating it as best he could. Buck gripped the edge of the desk and arched his back, pushing into the mouth that was teasing him with feather-light touches. Before he lost control completely, Buck pulled Chris up onto his feet and guided him into position bent over the desk.

Leaning over him, grinding his cock against the other man's ass, Buck whispered, "Now, do you want me to slick you up?" Chris shuddered and opened his legs wide. Buck bent and licked slowly at the puckered entrance to his lover's body. Chris began moaning and rocking against the tongue that was now penetrating him. His body was already relaxed after the spectacular orgasm he had just experienced and it didn't take long for him to become loose and wet.

Buck gripped his friends' hips firmly and pulled him back a little. He opened the man up with his thumbs and slid in slowly until he had sunk fully into the pliant body. He stopped and drew in a deep breath to steady himself. And now it was Chris' turn to force a change of pace. Pushing up onto his hands, using the edge of the desk to gain purchase, he began to rock back and forwards on the other man's cock, clenching his muscles tightly as he moved. Buck groaned out loud and threw his head back as the tight channel pulsed around his aching cock, squeezing and releasing in rhythm. Unlike Chris though, Buck refused to give up control and he pushed the other man back down onto the desk. One hand splayed across his back, holding him resolutely in place, the other hand gripped Chris' hip firmly. He set his own pace then, driving in so quickly and so hard that Chris could scarcely catch his breath. Only when he felt the rush of orgasm starting deeply in his balls did Buck release his lover. Bending forward he slid his arms under the other man's body and gripped his shoulders. Suddenly jerking Chris upright, he kicked his legs further apart and drove up fiercely again and again, pumping into his lover's body while burying his face into the man's powerfully muscled back to smother a shout of completion. He clung tightly to Chris, panting for breath, while the other man held onto the edge of the desk to steady them both. Slipping out of Chris' body, he turned the other man in the circle of his arms and once more embraced him tightly.

"God, I really missed you," he murmured.

They stood pressed together, hands gently caressing hardened muscles and warm, soft skin, tongues lazily exploring each other's mouths, feeding their joy at being together again. Just as they reached the point where they were both beginning to re-awaken, Chris loosened his hold and said, reluctantly, "Guess we should get dressed and join the others." Buck sighed and nodded.

"Don't suppose there's any chance you can come out to the ranch tonight?" Chris asked, a little wistfully.

Buck grimaced. "You know I'd love to, babe. But it's been five days, JD will be expecting me home tonight. I'll come out Friday, though." He leaned in to kiss his friend. "Sorry love."

Chris managed a smile. "Guess I'll just have to get another report off you tomorrow then," he said.

"It's a date, boss," Buck grinned.

Some members of Team Seven were surprised when Buck turned up for lunch a little later with their boss in tow. Chris sat down a little gingerly, wincing when his backside hit the chair. Ezra and Vin smirked, although they once more assiduously avoided eye contact. Lunch spun out to two then three hours, and JD was on the verge of asking what the man in black had done with Chris Larabee, so different was their leader now to the person who had so recently jumped down their throats at the slightest provocation. When Chris offered to pay for lunch for all of them, JD almost spat out the mouthful of beer he was about to swallow.

Shaking his head at the miraculous transformation in the man, he returned his attention to the conversation the rest of the team was having. Vin was asking Buck if he wanted to join him on a fact-finding mission he was conducting next afternoon. Buck opened his mouth to answer, but Chris got their first.

"Buck will be with me tomorrow," he said firmly.

Josiah, who took a little joy in watching his hard-ass boss squirm from time to time asked innocently, "You didn't get through the trial report yet?"

Buck knew exactly what Josiah was up to and taking pity on Chris he answered, "You know how I am with reports, Josiah. We still have to straighten out a few details."

JD, who had picked up an undercurrent without understanding what it meant piped up, "Two days to give a trial report! Boy, Buck, you must really suck!"

For a moment there was absolute silence at the table. Then JD could have sworn he saw Buck wink at Chris. At that exact moment, Vin, Ezra and Josiah burst into a simultaneous coughing fit that had them all hiding their faces in their hands. They coughed until tears streamed down their cheeks and when they finally stopped Josiah said, "Out of the mouths of babes...." and it set all three of them to laughing, only this time Buck and Chris joined in and JD thought "that Goddamned joke," and determined not to open his mouth around these lunatics again until somebody had explained what was so damned funny.

The End