Cowboy
Main Characters: Chris/Vin
Summary: Missing scene from One Day Out West. Wall sex. Smut and nothing but.
Author's Notes: Many thanks to Sassyinkpen for giving over part of her lunch break to taking a look, and saving me from an embarrassing anachronism. :D This was informed by some discussion over in my LJ, but it's all my own fault, really. This is somewhat changed from the version originally posted in my LJ, but I don't know as you'll notice the difference.
Chris walked out of the saloon, his spurs jangling as he strode. Vin watched him walk away, admiring the strength of his shoulders and the confidence in his walk.
As Chris passed through the batwing doors, Vin chuckled to himself. He couldn't believe he'd called Larabee "cowboy" to his face. Couldn't believe that it had lead to as clear an invitation as he'd ever gotten in daylight.
Whiskey, a room, a bed and more whiskey.
Well, he wasn't so much of a drinking man, but he could take the rest of the bottle with him when he left, maybe that would be enough for Chris. Wouldn't do either of them any good if they was too drunk to have fun. And anyway, whatever was coming Vin wanted them both to remember it.
He waited a couple of minutes, watching with interest as JD stepped up to become sheriff of the town. He shook his head. Kid was going to get himself killed if he wasn't careful. He hoped that Buck would stick around and keep JD in line, show him what was what until he knew enough to be let off the lead ropes. Kid was gonna need all the help he could get.
After the Judge followed JD to the bar, Vin slipped out of the saloon un-noticed, the corked bottle of whiskey tucked into the pocket of his coat. On the front step he thought for a minute, deciding where Chris would have gone. Hotel or boarding house?
Boarding house seemed more likely. He turned down the alley to slip along the back way. It didn't make sense to get seen going into Chris's room.
As he passed the livery, a black-clad arm reached out and grabbed him, pulling him into the shadowed building. He drew his gun, cocking it as he brought it to bear on the shadow in front of him.
Before he'd finished the motion, Chris stepped forward into a shaft of light, a bold, wicked smile on his face that sent shivers of fire chasing across Vin's skin to settle in his cock. Vin lowered his gun, saying, "Son of a bitch, Chris, you could've got yourself killed."
Chris's smile widened and he said, "You think so?", in a voice that spoke of endless confidence. That voice lit a fire in Vin's belly and he felt his cock stirring.
Chris stepped forward, crowding Vin backward with brushing touches of their chests and hips and thighs. Each contact made Vin's cock harder, his pants tighter, and his breathing a little faster. His reaction to the touches, to the smile, to Chris, would have been embarrassing, but a quick glance downward showed him that Chris was hard too and had to be uncomfortable in them tight jeans he wore.
He answered Chris's smile with a deliberate brush of their hard groins against each other that made Chris suck in a hard breath.
That wicked smile never faltered, though.
His breath escaped in a gust when he backed into the wall of the stall next to Peso's. Chris put his hands on the wall on either side of Vin's shoulders and leaned in, close enough to feel but not actually touching. He stared into Vin's eyes, and said, "Did you call me a cowboy?" His snarl was almost menacing, though there was a heat in it that thrilled Vin to his bones.
Vin returned the cocky smile with one of his own and said, "Yep. What're you gonna do about it? Cowboy." On that last word he grabbed Chris's hips and thrust forward, his cock surging at the heat and hardness he could feel.
Chris growled and leaned right into him, pinning him against the wall. Chris gripped his hair, tugged his head around to the right angle for a deep kiss, hard and hungry. Chris's tongue thrust inside, not gentle but more welcome than anything Vin'd ever known.
Vin sucked on that tongue, even as he pulled Chris tighter to him, one hand on Chris's ass, the other around his shoulder, getting his own purchase in Chris's hair just at the base of his neck. He rubbed himself against the hardness in front of him, driving both of them forward. After a time, Chris grunted into their kiss, his hands tightening in Vin's hair for a second before he pulled away from it just a bit and gasped for air.
Vin licked Chris's mouth, like a wolf pup asking for food, and was rewarded with another hard kiss. After just a second, though, Chris left Vin's mouth and kissed a hot trail along to his ear. Vin's whine of complaint died in a choked moan as Chris bit his earlobe, then said, "Turn around, Vin."
Vin turned slowly, letting his hand trail across the front of Chris's trousers, cupping the hardness there. Even through the heavy fabric he felt it jump under his hands and smiled as he turned to face the wall. Chris groaned and wrenched off Vin's coat, dropping it into the straw. Glad to have it off, Vin just nodded and leaned against the wall, resting his cheek on his crossed arms.
Reaching around his waist, Chris took off Vin's gunbelt and unbuttoned his pants easier than Vin thought he could have done it, and slid them, with his drawers, down off his hips. Vin gasped when he felt a hot hand cup his ass-cheek, thought he heard one from Chris as well.
Behind him, Chris said, voice rough, "Spread your legs."
Vin looked over his shoulder as he did so, and was pleased by the flare of Chris's nostrils and the hunger in his eyes. He groaned when Chris, still clothed, pressed up against him, his hardness pressing into the cleft between Vin's cheeks so perfect. The conchos on Chris's gunbelt were cold against Vin's skin, cold where he wanted nothing but heat. He groaned. "Jesus, Chris, hurry," Vin said, freeing one of his hands so he could stroke his cock.
Chris grabbed his wrist and wrenched his arm up, pressing his whole forearm into the rough plank wall. "Don't," he growled, then pulled back. He slid his hands down Vin's arms and back as he leaned away, gently shaping Vin's waist and hips. It was the first tenderness Chris'd shown him in this, more than he'd expected, and it made Vin's breath catch and his skin shiver.
Behind him, Vin heard the clank of a buckle, the scrape of a fingernail on a button, the thunk of pants and belt hitting the floor. He canted his hips, offering himself more blatantly, and Chris growled. Vin closed his eyes and concentrated on the rough wood under his arms until he felt his arousal back down just a notch.
Just in time too, or the rough brush of Chris's thumb across his hole would have had him coming. As it was, he moaned and pushed back against it, wanting that thumb inside him. Chris made a soothing noise, like to a skittish horse, and rubbed across Vin's hole again, slipping inside just a bit, then pulling out. Vin spread his legs farther apart, opening himself, and was rewarded with Chris's thumb, slick with oil now, sliding in, thrusting in and out.
Vin cracked an eye open, needing to see. The sight of Chris, pouring a thin stream of oil over his cock, some of the oil spilling on his black shirt-tails, was enough to push Vin right to the edge and he groaned as he closed his eyes again, unable to look.
The rough callus of Chris's thumb pulled out and was replaced by the blunt tip of Chris's cock, pressing into his hole. Vin lowered his head and breathed through the burning pain while Chris slowly entered him, with more care than Vin'd known before, until Vin could feel smooth skin and rough hair against his ass.
Vin ducked his head, panting until the pain passed and he was left with a fullness that should have been familiar, but wasn't. Lord knew this wasn't his first fuck, wasn't even close, but somehow it all seemed new. With Chris this felt different than it ever had before.
Before he could think about that too hard, Chris wrapped an arm around his waist and grasped his cock, which had softened a bit from the pain. It hardened up again right quick with Chris's hand around it in a strong grip, just like he liked. "You ready?" Chris asked, voice tight.
Vin couldn't speak, but he nodded, and rocked back, pushing Chris's hard cock deeper inside.
Chris grunted and began to thrust, slowly at first until Vin had loosened up completely, then wild and hard, stropping Vin's cock in the same strong rhythm. Vin did his best to keep up, pushing back against the thrusts, then driving himself into Chris's hand, racing fast toward that cliff they were both seeking.
With his free hand, Chris grabbed Vin's hair up and bit into his neck, holding on with his teeth as Vin came with a shudder so hard he might have thrown Chris off his back. Chris thrust into him, one last time, deeper than he'd been before, and came, groaning. Vin could feel Chris's cock pulsing in his hole and the throb of Chris coming inside him wrung one more drop of spunk from his softening cock.
Chris leaned on Vin's back, licking softly at the place he'd bitten, weight almost entirely on Vin. Vin let him rest for a minute, not sure what to say or do. That'd sure as hell been more than what he was expecting, and he wondered if Chris felt the same way. When Chris pulled out of him and backed right away to the other side of the stall, Vin turned around to face him.
Chris looked lost, like he'd set off on a familiar trail only to find that it lead to somewhere he'd never been before. Vin knew that feeling, shared it, and figured that the best thing to do was to get them both back on ground they knew.
He pulled on his pants and drawers, shaking out as much of the straw as he could. He was definitely going to need a bath and a change after this. As he buckled his gunbelt, he looked to Chris and said, "I'm heading to the bath house, wash off some of this trail dust. You comin'?" He kept his voice light, normal.
Chris looked up and blinked as though he were stepping out into a bright day. He gave a shy smile, with no hint of the wickedness he'd shown earlier, and said, "Ain't such a good idea."
Vin nodded and picked up his coat, setting the whiskey bottle on the floor where they'd been standing. "I'll see you tomorrow morning then," he said, hoping that was still true.
Chris ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath. After a second, he said, "Yeah, Vin, you will."
His voice was normal enough that Vin took a chance and asked, teasing, "This how you handle everyone who calls you cowboy?"
Chris cocked his head and his white teeth gleamed in the dim shadows. "I'm not dragging Lucas James in here next, if that's what you're askin'."
Vin put his hat on and stepped outside into the bright daylight. "Glad to hear that," he said, then paused and looked back over his shoulder, "cowboy."
As he sauntered away toward the bath house, Vin could hear Chris chuckling. Vin felt a little like laughing himself. He hadn't gotten whiskey, a room, or a bed, but it was still more than he'd hoped for.