Chris finished pounding a nail into the board above his head. He reached into his pouch for another nail and took a second to assess the progress they were making. Chris, Nathan, Ezra, and Vin were out back of the jailhouse, building a combination office/storeroom. The town council had approved the work after a vocal argument from the seven paid lawmen in Four Corners, but only on the condition that they provide the labor. The council would provide the materials. Working in shifts, the group had split their energy and alloted their talents to achieve their end.The head lawman drew the crook of his arm across his sopping brow and caught a whiff of himself. Damnation, he thought, it's hotter'n a witch's tit out here. We gotta get this thing done and fast before we all get heatstroke. He looked around at his comrades and thought he was a lucky man to have such reliable friends. His gaze came to rest on Vin. The young man's long hair was tied back in a low ponytail, a blue bandana around his head to ward off the sun and catch the rivulets of sweat that flowed freely. Another, more brightly colored bandana was tied at his neck. But from there to his low-slung pants, he was naked. Chris squeezed his eyes shut, turned his head back to his work and opened them again. He hammered with a vengeance. When he stopped long enough to grab another nail, he heard a gasp and grunt and turned to see Vin struggling with a tall beam that had been bearing part of the skeleton-building's weight. Right now it was threatening to come crashing down.
"I got it," Chris called to the others and jumped from his perch on another beam to come to Vin's aid.
Vin was standing, legs splayed, arms pressed above his head, holding the timber in place. His bare torso gleamed with sweat. It soaked the waistband of his pants, which rode low on his narrow hips exposing a thicket of dark hair that started as a narrow trail from bellybutton, widening as it vanished beneath the fabric. Chris pulled his eyes away from the tantalizing sight.
"Here, Vin. Let me get--" Chris squeezed himself between the tracker and the studded wall, --"back here." Chris wedged himself into the small space and applied his own muscle to help his friend. Chris's body pressed tightly against the back of Vin's and his labored breath filled the tracker's ear, blowing hotly against the younger man's cheek. Vin seemed to falter for an instant, his knees momentarily buckled. For a split second Chris felt the merest movement from Vin that caused their bodies to rub together--and he didn't think it was an accident. Vin turned his mouth just a hint toward Chris's ear and emitted an almost inaudible groan. The breath caught in Chris's throat and he forced himself not to rub back, but his heartrate had escalated and he couldn't find any saliva in his mouth.
Vin weakly cleared his throat and, heaving one more time with his arms, pushed the lumber back into its spot. Immediately he stepped away from Chris, avoiding his eyes. He mumbled a thanks and went quickly to work near Ezra.
Chris gulped air, closed his eyes and saw the image of Vin's naked body beneath his own pounding to a rhythm they shared. After a few minutes he spoke softly to no one in particular. "I gotta mwbermbw," he mumbled, drawing his hand across his mouth since he couldn't clear his head enough to make even a suitable excuse for walking off the job.
"I don't believe I heard the dinner bell," Ezra pronounced. "Where does Mr. Larabee think he's going? I'm certain it's still his shift." The words fell on deaf ears. No one, especially Mr. Larabee, was going to express his thoughts on the matter.
Vin buried his nose in his work. A few minutes later he said to Ezra, "Hey, you got the resta them nails over by ya?"
"No, Sir, I don't. I thought that's what our esteemed leader was heading off to do." Ezra shook his head, perplexed.
"I don't think he headed to the blacksmith's," Nathan said doubtfully.
Vin sighed. "I'll fetch 'em." He set down his hammer and jumped to the ground. "Be right back."
He headed across the jailyard and turned the corner around a small toolshed that straddled the line between jail and the blacksmith's yard on the street behind. Rounding the corner, into the shade, he almost tripped over his missing boss. Chris sat against the wall of the locked shed, knees drawn up, hat pulled low over his face.
"Oh." Vin seemed unsure if he should stay or go.
Chris removed his hat, dropping it to the ground, and ran his hand through his hair and looked up at the tracker.
"I, uh, I was gonna git..." Vin loosely pointed toward the blacksmith's.
"I know," whispered Chris, standing and turning to face him--almost touching, but not quite. "I was countin' on it."
"Oh," Vin said again, this time with enlightenment.
Chris leaned his head forward until he was cheek to cheek with Vin. Hands at their sides they stood still hearing the blood surging through their veins, feeling the energy that surrounded each of them and darted between their very close bodies. At length, Chris lightly rubbed his face against Vin's stubble and, hearing his lover whimper, drew back so that he could see the look of raw desire spilling from those deep blue eyes, feel the quickened breath coming raggedly from between parted, plump lips, watch the chest expand and sink and the fists clench. He wanted to see all that unrequited lust. Chris knew it would be there, just as he knew that his own body was reacting exactly the same way. Breathing in the extreme male scent that nearly made him come on the spot, Chris placed his aching lips on Vin's. He felt a swell of delirium as the tracker raised his arms to embrace him in a fierce kiss, pushing his tongue into Chris's mouth. The men drank each other in, taking what they urgently needed.
Chris reached between them and stroked Vin through his trousers. Vin broke away from the kiss, panting like he had just run the Fourth of July race, and reached with his own hands to touch Chris. Fumbling, they undid each other's breeches and stood in the shadows just yards from the everyday activity of a teeming town with erections full to bursting straining upward. Chris licked his lips, thinking he would never get over the thrill of seeing Vin's extended cock; a cock so big and thick he had almost flinched in fear the first time Vin said he wanted to fuck him.
Voices drifted on the air, their owners perilously close. Excited and frightened, Vin broke Chris's reverie by rubbing his huge member against Chris's throbbing erection.
"Hurry," Vin exhaled quietly.
Chris took hold of Vin with both hands and stroked. Vin tried to reciprocate, but the rhythm threw him off balance and he ended up pressed with his butt against the wall, hands on Chris's shoulders while the lawman worked furiously. Within seconds, Chris felt a twinge under his hands and bent over to place his mouth as far over the head of the enormous cock as he could manage. Pump, pump, pump and Vin's entire body went rigid as fountains of fluid spurted deep into Chris's throat.
Gasping for breath, Vin hauled Chris's head up quickly and stuck his tongue into the lawman's mouth, sucking, drinking, nibbling at tongue and lips. He pulled Chris closer to him with one hand while, with the other, he grasped the Chris's trembling erection. The lawman leaned into Vin as a calloused hand expertly brought him to orgasm in a few swift strokes. He moaned into Vin's mouth then wearily rested his forehead on his shoulder, breathing heavily.
"I'll check back here," came Nathan's voice from no more than a few dozen yards away.
Chris's head jerked up and Vin pushed him away. "Go!" he hissed urgently.
The older man reluctantly obeyed, backing away while jerking his pants in place. That's when he noticed that Vin's stomach and chest glistened with sweat mingled with the whitish goo that he'd shot just moments ago. Nathan's footsteps fell louder, closer. "Vin!" Chris indicated the mess on his shirtless body.
Vin glanced down. He was dripping with ejaculate and his own organ, not yet completely recovered, protruded at great length down and outward from the opening in his pants. Rapidly, he yanked the bandana from his head and began mopping at himself. Panicked, he glanced up at Chris who stood rooted to his spot. "Gwon! Git!" he whispered.
Chris backed up to the corner of the shed, watching fearfully as Vin tried to stuff himself back into his pants with one hand and clean up his torso with the other. As Nathan's footfall approached the opposite corner, Chris ducked around his own and listened.
"There ya are, Vin. I was gittin' worried for ya."
"Sorry, Nathan," came Vin's response. "I was feeling...."
"You been sick?" Nathan sounded concerned--for an instant. "Or you jess been fuckin' around back here?"
THE END