July 30, 1999
Rated NC-17 - If you ain't over 18, go away, you shouldn't be here! Shoo!
"Watcha thinkin', Vin?" Chris asked, turning over to gaze at the young tracker.
Vin continued to look up at the stars as if studying them.
After a moment or so, he answered, "Ya ever hear that story that if ya make a wish on the first star of the night, it'll come true?"
"Yeah. I remember my Ma tellin me that once," Chris replied. "I was always wishin' for a puppy or a horse or somethin'," he added, smiling at the memory.
Vin nodded, recalling that it was his Ma that had told him the story as well.
"What are ya wishin' for, Vin?" Chris asked, sitting up and scooting closer to Vin's bedroll.
Vin sighed before finally meeting Chris's gaze.
"Usual stuff. Probably too many for one star to handle," he replied wistfully.
"Tascosa?" the gunslinger asked, guessing at one of those many wishes.
"Yeah, that's the big one," Vin replied.
"What else?" Chris asked, putting his hand on Vin's arm.
"Nothin'," he replied, trying to dismiss the impossible wish.
"Tell me," Chris urged.
Vin looked at him, then away, to the stars once again.
"Sometimes I wish we didn't have to hide. Didn't have to pretend," he began. "I wish I didn't have to steal kisses from ya when no one's lookin'. Or wait for 'huntin' trips' to make love to ya," he finished, turning to face Chris once again.
Chris gathered Vin into his arms then, pulling him close.
"I know," he murmured into the tracker's hair, stroking his back. "I do, too. But you know what?" he asked, lifting Vin's chin up, to meet his gaze. "This way, it's all ours. Nobody else's. Just you and me," he said before dipping down to kiss his love.
Vin returned the kiss passionately, feeling Chris's words go through him, It's all ours. Then he pulled back.
"What do you wish for?" he asked.
"You," Chris replied simply, smiling as he saw Vin blush.
Then he bent down and captured the tracker's mouth again, deepening the kiss with his tongue, slowly laying him back down onto his bedroll. Vin pulled Chris on top of him. He hardened at the feel of Chris's weight upon him. The gunslinger felt Vin's erection, pressed into it, rubbed it with his own, elicited a moan from the tracker. Vin grabbed Chris's ass and pulled him closer.
"Oh, God, Chris. I love you," he whispered, huskily, licking the gunslinger's ear. "I need ya so bad."
Chris groaned as he felt Vin's leg go between his, lift up. He kissed his way down Vin's jaw, down the hollow of his neck, nipping and sucking the skin as he went. He sat up and back, pressing his ass against Vin's hardness and started unbuttoning the tracker's shirt. Vin reached up and did the same to Chris between his gasps of pleasure.
"Chris, ya make me so hard," Vin breathed between those pleasurable gasps. "I want ya to suck me. Please," he added, begged.
"Your wish is my command," Chris replied, eyes twinkling.
Soon the two had each other undressed and Chris settled between Vin's knees, caressing the tracker with his eyes, then his hands, touching every part of him. Vin took a deep relaxing breath, feeling nothing but content anticipation, knowing that Chris would make him feel nothing but absolute pleasure. A few moans and gasps escaped his lips, as he felt Chris's wrap around the tip of his manhood.
"Yeah…..," he sighed, feeling the hot moist tongue start swirling around him.
Chris was feeling pretty good himself, he realized. He loved making Vin feel good. Just the thought of making Vin moan and thrash about - that he was the one doing it to the tracker - gave him his own hard on. He sucked harder on Vin's thick shaft, taking it deep inside himself.
Vin cried out at the sensation, clenching his fists in Chris's hair, wanting to drive himself deeper into the gunslinger's throat. It felt so good. Chris continued the onslaught, finding a steady rhythm between his mouth, tongue and hand and Vin's bucking hips. He wet his fingers on the juices in his mouth and moved them to Vin's ass, pushing gently to gain access. The younger man spread his legs out at the sensation, wanting Chris's fingers deep inside him.
With Chris still sucking, licking and probing, Vin reached the point of no return. He cried out loudly, hoarsely, gasping for air as he searched the skies for his wishing star. Chris kept stroking Vin with his lips and tongue, not swallowing, but letting the sweet cum drip down the tracker's shaft, over his balls. He spread it all over them, behind them, into him. Regretfully releasing Vin's now half-flaccid member, Chris quickly pressed his own fully engorged organ into Vin's ass. He thrust in deep and hard, making both him and Vin, who was still shaking from his orgasm, shudder and cry out. He didn't want Vin to come down, yet. He began ramming himself into the tracker, harder and deeper with each successive thrust. Vin pulled his lover down and captured his lips, sucked and pulled at his tongue in rhythm with Chris's thrusts. He reached down and grabbed his ass, pulling him in further.
"Oh, God, Chris! Ya feel so good inside me," Vin gasped out between breaths.
"And you're just so hot and tight," the gunslinger managed to respond. "So good," he murmured.
He felt the tracker grow hard again and smiled, feeling himself harden even more, if that was possible.
"Come on, Cowboy," Vin encouraged. "Make me come again."
But Chris needed no such encouragement as he leaned down and latched onto one of Vin's nipples, suckling it to hardness. The tracker writhed beneath him, his own thrusts becoming frantic, losing their rhythm. He cried out as he came for the second time. Then he did the first thing he could think of to try and excite Chris further, make him come, too. He plunged a sweat-covered finger into Chris's ass, sending the gunslinger into a frenzy, bringing him over the edge as well.
Chris moved his mouth back to Vin's and kissed him passionately, darting his tongue in and out as he still thrust himself in and out of Vin's ass.
They gradually slowed down, caught their breaths.
"I love you, Vin," Chris whispered, kissing the younger man's eyes, cheeks, mouth.
"I love you, too, Chris," he replied, responding in kind.
Chris saw Vin gazing up at the stars again.
"What are you wishin' for now?" he asked.
"You. Forever," Vin answered, looking back at his lover.
"That's somethin' you don't need to wish for. You've already got me," Chris replied, confirming his statement with a kiss. "Forever."
THE END