August 1,1999
Rated NC-17
Disclaimer - We don't own the boys, but if we did.. Damn CBS!!!
Authors' Note - This started as a challenge to get Suzy writing again. It was tossed back and forth between the two of us and this is the result. Enjoy!
Buck heard strange noises coming from Chris's room. He'd thought he'd just seen the gunslinger in the saloon with Vin. He decided to investigate. Opening the door, Buck was pleasantly surprised at what he saw."Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?" he asked, unbuttoning his trousers.
At the sound of Buck's voice, Vin felt Chris go limp in his mouth. The tracker had been on his knees, one hand stroking Chris's engorged organ as his lips sucked eagerly at its tip, the other hand on his own rigid member, pumping vigorously. The lovers turned panicked eyes on the newcomer before Vin stumbled to his feet to stand beside Chris, who had quickly bent over to retrieve his pants from around his ankles. Vin was at a disadvantage, having discarded his clothes entirely before beginning his welcomed assault on Chris.
"Don't stop on my account, boys," Buck drawled, leaning backward to shut the door firmly.
He reached into his trousers, pulling himself free, showing Chris and Vin that he was more than a little interested in their activity.
Taking a step backward, Vin tried to hide behind Chris, who finally found his voice. "Maybe you should oughtta knock in the future, Buck," he croaked out, clearing his throat.
"Maybe you should oughtta use the lock," he responded, pushing off from the closed door and sauntering across the room. "Less'n acourse you was hopin' for some company."
His hand was still on his shaft, which had failed to lose its enthusiasm, despite the instantaneous change in the room's atmosphere. Stopping inches in front of Chris, Buck gazed longingly into his eyes, then up and down his bare torso.
Letting his eyes come to rest on Vin's bent head just behind Chris's shoulder, he whispered, "I always thought eacha you fellas would be good. But I never thought I'd get lucky enough to find the two of ya ready and willin' at the same time."
Vin's head shot up at that as a gasp of surprise escaped his mouth. He came face to face with Buck over Chris's shoulder. With a wink that threw Vin further off guard, Buck placed a large hand around Chris's neck and leaned in to the lawman for a kiss. Surprise didn't begin to describe the young man's reaction as he felt his lover move forward to receive the kiss. Disbelief descended as he not only watched but felt Chris's back and shoulder muscles react to Buck's caresses, responding in kind.
Vin closed his eyes, thinking he might faint and let his body slump backward to the wall just a half-foot behind him. The sounds from the two tough men whom he most respected grew as their ardor increased. A rushing noise in Vin's head almost blocked out the low moans that now filled the room - almost. And just as he thought he surely must be having a nightmare, he was thrust back into reality as two pairs of warm, rough hands began a thorough investigation of his nude body. And, despite his shock, he found that he couldn't resist the excellent feeling that those hands produced. He cracked his eyelids open to peek at the action, only to find Chris's face right in front of him. The lips he was so familiar with, the eyes he knew and trusted, the smile that was more an invitation than any words ever invented.
"It's alright," Chris murmured, kissing him lightly at the corners of his eyes. "It's alright, Vin."
Another kiss, this one on the lips, tongue probing and finding its home deep in Vin's mouth. Vin brought his hands up to cradle Chris's head as they kissed again, deeply. He felt the other man's erection press against his belly, causing the same reaction in his own body. The tracker pressed eagerly against his lover, kissing him passionately, and surrendered to his judgement.
Chris pulled back a bit and looked again at Vin, making sure what he saw was the tracker's acceptance. Vin's bright blue eyes looked a little frightened, but the nod of his head showed the gunslinger that he was willing. Chris smiled and looked toward Buck. Vin followed his gaze first with his eyes, then bodily, as he took a tentative step toward the big man.
"Don't you worry none, Vin. Ol' Buck here ain't gonna do nothin' but make you scream for more," he assured the younger man before reaching forward and gently stroking Vin's hardness.
The action elicited a startled, but satisfied gasp from the tracker. And Buck took full advantage of the situation, leaning down quickly to claim the open mouth, grasping and sucking at Vin's tongue. The young man moaned aloud, enjoying the onslaught of stimuli, almost letting out a giggle as Buck's mustache tickled his upper lip. He eagerly returned the kiss and grabbed Buck's hand, wrapping it around himself, pumping himself with the big hand. But then he felt a second hand. He wanted to look, but Buck would not relinquish the hold on his mouth. Then he felt Chris's hot breath on his ear, just before his moist tongue circled around it, flicking the lobe.
"Oh, God," Vin moaned, reaching out blindly for the two, wanting to feel their hot erections.
But he was torn. He wanted to reciprocate, felt like he needed to. But at the same time he was helpless. His breathing became ragged, his knees started to shake, his vision blurred. The two gunslingers kept up their attack on the young tracker, kissing him, licking him, stroking him. He was barely aware of himself as the two led him to the edge of the bed.
Chris sat back and beckoned Vin forward, toward his nakedness. 'When did Chris take off his clothes?' Vin thought absently.
"Go ahead, Vin," Buck whispered huskily, licking his ear. "Suck him. Just like you were doin' before," he urged. "Let me see you suck him off."
Vin hadn't thought he could get any harder than he already was. But the way Buck talked to him, told him what he wanted to see; he almost came right then and there. He had no choice but to do as he was bid. So, Vin crawled slowly toward Chris, licking his lips, never taking his eyes off the gunslinger's fully engorged member.
"C'mon, Vin," Chris breathed out huskily. "Do me."
Said like a command, it was nevertheless a desperate plea. He laid back on the pillow and watched his beautiful young man come toward him on hands and knees, lust in his every move, long hair shimmering in the dim candlelight.
Vin crawled over Chris's legs, straddling them on his knees. His hands roamed across his lover's chest and belly, sliding down to his thighs, up their tender insides, fingertips finally reaching the sac that was now drawn up tight against Chris's body as his cock stretched upward for release. Chris reached a hand out to Vin, trying to grab him by the back of the neck, making that lush mouth take him, give him the ecstasy he knew was just moments away.
Vin grabbed the hand first, though and firmly placed the arm by Chris's side, saying with a wicked little grin, "Nuh uh. Don't touch."
Then he waited an agonizingly long three seconds before satisfying himself as well as Chris, finally plunging his mouth over the pulsating organ, licking, sucking, the length, twirling his tongue around the base, up the side and over the enticing cleft.
As Chris's hips began a pulsing motion, Vin put his hand between his own legs, needing to wrap his achingly full dick in a tight warm hand.
But just as he was about to grab hold, a deep voice whispered in his ear, "Nuh uh. Don't touch."
And Buck's big strong hand swatted Vin's away from its destination.
Vin had all but forgotten the mustached man was there and started to raise his head from Chris's pelvis. Two husky voices rang out in unison, "No!" and Vin felt Buck's firm hand on the back of his head as the other hand stroked between his legs from behind, teasing his balls, causing his cock to jerk upward and spill droplets of gooey fluid. Trying to concentrate on Chris's now urgent pumping into his mouth, Vin used his fingers to grasp that man's organ tightly at the base, sliding the skin up and down against the hardness underneath, sucking deeply at the tip.
He heard Chris's breathing draw deeper and more ragged and Vin sucked harder. As he felt a small quiver inside Chris's cock, signaling the start of his ejaculation, Vin responded by raising his own rump into the air praying that Buck would stop the teasing and give him some relief. But the big man merely let his own stiff member rub tantalizingly along Vin's butt. Touching but not penetrating.
When Chris yelped with his orgasm, spurting into Vin's mouth, the young man felt a slippery finger break the barrier, dipping into his anus.
"Oh God," Vin moaned, lifting his head to look into Chris's eyes, cum dripping from his lips.
"Nope, Buddy. Jes' big ol' Buck," the deep voice grunted over his shoulder as two more fingers joined the first, searching Vin's depths, slowly moving in and out.
Still breathing heavily, Chris smiled and pulled Vin forward to kiss him, licking his own fluid from Vin's breathless lips.
From behind, Buck lifted Vin's ass back into the air and Vin felt the fingers leave and the cowboy's wet tongue circle his opening. Vin's eyelids fluttered. "Oh God," he squeaked.
"Close enough," said Buck, parting Vin with his thumbs and thrusting his stiff rod deep inside the tracker as the man beneath captured his lips and tongue in an ardent kiss. Someone's hand found Vin's throbbing cock.
Vin cried out, breaking the kiss, unable to control his actions. His hips bucked, unable to decide whether they should thrust into Chris's hand or back onto Buck's cock, wanting, needing, both at the same time.
Chris looked up at the young tracker, saw the glazed look in his half-closed eyes. He knew Vin would not regret agreeing to this threesome. He sure didn't. He looked over Vin's shoulder to Buck. Saw that the mustached man was in just as much ecstasy. Buck gave him a satisfied smile as he glided in and out of the young man between them.
Chris heard the familiar heightening pitch in Vin's hoarse panting, knew he was getting near the edge. He slowed down the rhythm at which his hand had been stroking Vin and silently told Buck to do the same.
Vin wimpered at the loss, no longer on the edge. He opened his eyes to see Chris's mischievous smile.
"I was so close," he gasped.
"We know," Buck responded, hissing with pleasure as he slowly and agonizingly inched his way back into the tracker's hot passage, stopping just inside. He reached around and joined Chris in slowly and softly teasing Vin's needy erection, trailing kisses across the tracker's back.
Chris ran his other hand through Vin's hair, shushing his cries as he pushed the stray locks behind an ear, reaching up to kiss him. They continued the slow tease, until Vin couldn't take it any more.
"Please," Vin begged. "Please, Buck. I need ya," he panted, desperate to have the big man deep inside him again.
"That's what I was waitin' to hear," Buck replied, happily shoving himself back into Vin's heated depths.
Vin growled, pushing his ass up against Buck, trying to take him even deeper. Buck began thrusting in earnest now - all the way in, all the way out, gradually picking up the pace.
"That's it, Buck. Pound him," Chris urged, vigorously pumping Vin's thick shaft with his hand, trying to keep up with Buck's movements.
"Yeah! Harder! More!! More!!!" Vin screamed out, hands fisted in the sheets below him.
Buck obliged, grabbing the younger man's hips and bringing him back to his with each forward thrust.
Chris watched the two lovers, identical expressions of pleasure and pain etched on their faces. He reached behind Vin's balls, found Buck's and fondled the tight sacs, giving the big man that extra stimulation needed to send him over into the abyss.
Buck dug his fingers into the skin of Vin's hips, holding tight as he exploded inside him, sending his hot juices into the young tracker. And soon after, Chris felt the fiery liquid of Vin's release as it spurted through his fingers and onto his belly.
Panting heavily, Vin collapsed on top of Chris, who quickly enveloped him in a welcome embrace. Buck regretfully let him go, separating himself from his new lover to breathlessly lie next to the two entwined men and join Chris in caressing Vin's tired body.
Vin opened one eye to look at Buck and smiled, saying in a breathless whisper, "Glad you could join us, Buck."
Buck laughed and winked at the younger man, responding, "I told ya you'd scream for more."
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The next afternoon the three were in the café, eating lunch together when Ezra approached the table.
"Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?" he asked, to which Vin responded by spewing his coffee across the table.
THE END
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