ATF Alternate Universe
January 22, 2000
Disclaimer – Nope, I only wish I could own the boys. I’m only borrowing them from TPTB at
Trilogy or whoever does own them these days… Mog created the ATF universe. Apologies to Walt D.
Author’s Note – Can’t hurt to read Sucking Up but not necessary…
"Promise?" Vin asked, lightly licking the older man's neck."I promise," Chris replied. "I got us the extra two days, didn't I?" he added with a groan, arching back,giving Vin more access to his body.
"I get to choose everythin' the first day?" the sharpshooter continued, working his way down his boss's body.
"Everything," the blonde agreed. "Everything!" he repeated as he felt the warm lips encase the tip of his cock.
OOO
"So how DID you get the extra two days?" Vin asked, standing in line with Chris.
"It was easy enough," the ATF leader replied. "The training session was only slated for three days, with the last one being on a Wednesday. Figured out that it would be cheaper, airfare-wise, to fly back on Friday. Travis saw the amount of money saved and agreed. We're just using our own vacation days,is all."
"Whatever you say," the sharpshooter replied. "Come on, it's our turn!"
Chris smiled as he followed Vin up to the ticket booth. Here he was, a forty-year-old ATF supervising agent,and he was taking his young friend, co-worker and sometime lover to Disneyworld.
It had started out two weeks ago with Chris originally thinking of taking Josiah with him to a training session on Command Decision Making Skills, with the two of them probably hitting very 'un-Disney-like' places, as Josiah put it, in their off time. Then, Vin, in a very 'un-Disney-like' way, convinced the ATF leader to take him instead. And where do they wind up? On line in a mouse's people trap. Because Vin 'had never been there before.'
"Come on!" Vin shouted, grabbing his arm. "I wanna go to Space Mountain, first!"
Chris easily followed the young man, still amazed that the young man before him, the young man with the long hair and tight jeans that was the epitome of ATF agents, the young man that could shoot any weapon with deadly accuracy, the young man that could give a man knee-buckling blow jobs, was romping through Disneyworld like a nine-year-old kid.
OOO
About six hours later the two men were waiting on line for their next ride.
"I still can't believe you got sick on the Tea-Cup ride!" Vin joked as he munched on some popcorn.
"Well, it WAS right after lunch, you know," Chris tried to explain.
"Oh, right, of course," the younger man muttered, trying not to laugh. "That six year old didn't have to get off the ride…"
"Will you just shut up," Chris responded, lightly whacking the back of Vin's head.
About twenty minutes later they finally reached the front of the line. Chris stopped short when he suddenly realized where they were.
"Vin, you gotta be kidding me," he began. "Why didn't you tell me we were on this line?" he asked.
"You're the supervising agent, Chris," Vin replied with a smile. "Figured you knew and didn't care. Now come on, you're holdin' up the line," he added, grabbing Chris's arm.
"Shit," Chris muttered, getting into the small boat beside Vin, already cursing at the as-yet-unheard song.
OOO
It was somewhere in "Sweden" that Chris noticed the child-like smile leave Vin's face. Despite the hope that the sharpshooter had FINALLY gotten sick of that stupid song being played in every known language, the ATF leader knew that something else had piqued Vin's interest.
"What's up, Vin?" he whispered.
"See the feller in the boat ahead of us? The one with the striped tee-shirt?" Vin asked.
"Yeah?" Chris replied, getting an uneasy feeling.
"Just got a good look at him. William Joseph Green. Wanted out of St. Louis for two counts of murder," Vin replied, never taking his eyes off the man.
"You sure?" the blonde asked.
Vin just nodded, still staring at the man in other boat's back.
"Okay, we'll follow him once he gets out of here and notify the local police for backup," Chris replied. "Does he know you?" he added.
As if in reply to the older man's question, Green turned around in his seat and looked directly at the two ATF agents. Before they knew what was happening, the man drew a gun and pointed it their way.
"Everybody down!" Chris shouted, hoping to be heard above the ever annoying music being played around them.
Vin jumped from his seat and into the water, swimming straight for the wanted man.
"Vin!" Chris shouted after him, knowing that his young agent was unarmed.
Shots were fired at people and puppets alike and Chris lost sight of Vin as he bobbed between the fallen marionettes. Trying to stay down and yet keep an eye on things at the same time, Chris worried that the situation would worsen, that someone would get hurt. Another ricochet off to his right.
"At least you could try to shoot one of the damn speakers!" he yelled out in frustration.
Suddenly, Chris heard a surprised yelp and a large splash. He looked up to see Vin and Green struggling in the water for possession of the weapon. Several more shots fired from the gun as the two fought for control. The ATF leader jumped out of the boat, landing in the water near the pair and after another thankfully harmless discharge of the weapon, quickly gave Vin the assistance he needed.
Before they knew it, they were surrounded by police, guns pointed in their direction.
The two ATF agents quickly complied with the commands given and raised their hands after Vin surrendered Green's weapon.
"We're ATF agents," Chris told the officers as they were ordered out of the water. "My partner recognized this guy as being wanted for murder out of St. Louis.
"We'll check everybody's stories once we get to the station," one of the officers replied. "Until then, you're all guilty," he added as he placed handcuffs on Chris.
He again complied and motioned for Vin to do the same, knowing that arguing about details now would only bring them trouble.
The three men were led out through a service entrance behind a group of singing puppets and led down a long corridor. After what seemed like forever in the twisting turning cavern of a maze, they were brought to the Disney Police Department's headquarters.
Once there, the officer in charge told them to take a seat and wait while he took the time to go through their wet belongings, seized during the pat-down search as they were cuffed, and checked their stories.
Half an hour later he returned and ordered one of his men to uncuff the pair.
"Looks as though your story checks out," the officer said, handing back their stuff. "We'll be sending Green to the county lock-up until St. Louis decides to extradite him," he continued. "If I could just get written statements from both of you about the incident?" he asked.
"Not a problem," Chris replied, watching as Vin nodded in agreement.
OOO
"I still can't believe they wouldn't let us stay there," Vin said as he got into the shower.
"Well, they DID have to close the ride down. Indefinitely," Chris replied, following him into the large stall.
"But if you ask any of them fellers, they'd say that was a good thing," the younger man put in.
"Vin," the blonde began picking up the bar of soap. "Apprehending a wanted fugitive is a good thing. Shooting up one of Disneyworld's main attractions isn't."
"It's not like I did it on pur-," Vin began to argue.
But the older man silenced him with a kiss. The sharpshooter let out a surprised gasp, breaking the kiss, when he felt a soapy finger wiggle up his ass.
"Thought you said I got to choose what we did today," he whispered.
"That was inside the park," Chris replied. "This is different. Turn around," he commanded softly.
The sharpshooter complied, turning to face the tiled shower wall and brace his hands upon it. He felt Chris move up close behind him, felt the man's hardness nudge his opening. Vin tilted his ass up teasingly and waited. He didn't have to wait long, for slippery with soap, Chris's length easily breached his opening and slid all the way in.
"Oh, yeah!" both men sighed in unison, one filling, the other being filled.
"Just stay right there for me, Vin," Chris whispered, trying to control the urge to come right then and there.
"Can't! Gotta move!" the younger man gasped, reaching down to begin stroking himself.
Finally, after holding Vin's hips still for several agonizing moments, Chris gained control and began easing himself slowly out of and then back into his partner.
"So good," he murmured. "So damn good."
"Come on, Chris. Faster," Vin gasped. "Please," he practically begged.
The older man easily gave in, and not only sped up his movements, but also made them deeper and more forceful.
"Yeah! That's it, Cowboy!" Vin urged. "Ride me!" he cried out.
Chris thrust his hips harder against the young sharpshooter's, ramming himself inside with enough force to make both men cry out. He kept up the furious pace, subtly aware of Vin's quick tempo on his own hardened length. Then, hearing Vin's orgasmic cry, he could hold back no further and Chris shoved himself inward one last time, pushing the younger man flat up against the wall until he finished releasing his seed.
The two men, still joined, allowed the warm shower to cool them as they got their breaths back.
"Damn, that was good," Chris said, finally pulling out and turning Vin around.
"Did the trick, too," Vin said with a smile. "Can't hear that damn song no more."
THE END