ATF Alternate Universe
Disclaimer: Yes, I borrowed these beautiful men. Yes, I plan on giving 'em back. Yes, I am still poor and making no profit from this lurid fiction. Yes, I filched a certain children's book format for this story. Feedback?: absolutely!
If Chris gives Vin a chocolate, he'll ask for a glass of milk to go with it.Drinking the glass of milk will remind him that he loves graham crackers and he'll ask Chris for some of those, too.
The chocolate and graham crackers together will make Vin wish for marshmallows to make s'mores. He'll turn pleading blue eyes to Chris, who'll rummage through his pantry until he unearths the sugary pillows from a dark corner where they were stuffed a year ago.
When Vin gets all the ingredients for his s'mores, he'll beg Chris, in that soft Texas drawl, for a campfire. And Chris, unable to resist Vin's requests for anything, will oblige, gathering up sticks and kindling and creating a roaring fire even though it's the middle of the summer.
Sitting happily before the fire will make Vin hot and he'll remove his shirt and shoes. When he takes off his shirt, his sweaty body will glisten in the firelight, highlighting the muscles in his arms and chest, the tight abs and dark areola of his nipples.
When the marshmallows on the end of his stick catch fire, Vin will pucker his lips and blow out the flame and quickly smoosh the confections between layers of chocolate and graham crackers. Then he'll chomp down on the delectable treat and melted chocolate will ooze out, drip down his chin and land on his smooth, sculpted chest.
Feeling the warm chocolate dribble across his sensitive skin will make him think of other warm, moist substances on his flesh and he'll draw a lazy finger through the rich brown goo, smearing it over his hardened nipples and down his chest and across his stomach. Looking to Chris with expectation, he'll note that the lawman will have shed his shirt, too. Seeing the hungry look in his eyes Vin will offer Chris some s'mores. Chris will growl his decline, so Vin will offer himself instead.
When Chris pounces on the sugar-intoxicated man, the messy chocolate will rub off onto Chris's bare chest. Vin will feel the viscous confection slippery between their panting, writhing bodies and push Chris onto his back before the fire. Lowering his lust-starved tongue and lips, he'll suckle the treat from the lawman's torso.
Swirling his tongue over Chris's erect nubs will make Chris moan and squirm, causing Vin's head to travel lower along his lover's ribcage and past his belly button, through the path of silken down. If he moves his mouth low enough, he'll most likely encounter a turgid length struggling to escape Chris's pants. Vin will want to drink from that sensuous pump and will suck on it directly through the tight black denim.
The pulsing hardness he'll feel through the straining fabric will remind Vin of his own raging desire and he'll fumble with his pants buttons until, in frustration, he'll jump to his feet, roar with need, rip open the trousers and let his tembling erection leap into the night air.
Chances are, when Chris witnesses this firelit display of unrequited concupiscence, he'll snarl with erotic greed, free himself from his damp, tight pants, climb to his knees and plunge his moist, thirsty mouth over the heavily veined, engorged organ. Caressing Vin's tight balls with one hand, Chris will use two fingers of the other hand to seek and enter the young man's warm, narrow passage. Vin's hips will pulsate, forcing his rigid member deep down Chris's throat until, in a moment of erotic frenzy, he will issue a gutteral cry and discharge his sticky seed into Chris's eager mouth and across his face.
Euphoric from his release, Vin will slump to his knees and engage the blonde man in a soulful kiss then tilt his head to lap up his own fluid from Chris's cheeks and throat. The slick substance will remind Vin of the slippery chocolate and he'll reach for another candy bar.
When Chris moans his objection to being abandoned, Vin will wink at him and unwrap the candy. He'll be delighted to find that it is melted and trickling from its paper. Thinking of how much he loves to eat chocolate, Vin will slather the brown goo along Chris's trembling organ, the head of which will have begun weeping from its urgent craving.
Slowly stroking his tongue up and down the length, swirling around the head, into and out of the cleft, Vin will extract every ounce of the sweetness he smeared there. He will cause such carnal dementia in his lover that he will find himself suddenly on hands and knees, at the receiving end of Chris's demanding shaft. Driving himself back against each eager thrust, Vin will feel the force of Chris's climax as if it were his own and the men will collapse, still joined, in a sweaty heap of tangled limbs. When his heart stops pounding like a jackhammer, Vin will open sex-sleepy eyes and stare dimly into the campfire.
Seeing the fire will make him want a marshmallow.
And, if Chris gives him one, Vin will probably want a chocolate to go with it.
THE END
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