ATF Universe
June 3, 2000
Disclaimer – No, I don't own any of these gorgeous hunks, I just wish I did. No, I didn't make up this A/U, mog did (aren't we lucky?). I am making absolutely no money out of this. The only thing I get out of it is personal satisfaction (oh, yeah!).
Chris stood at the airport terminal, impatiently waiting for his flight to be called."Now don't you worry about a thing, Chris," Buck said for the fifth time. "Vin and I got everything under control. We've already got a schedule worked out to take care of the horses. We have the security codes and the emergency numbers..."
"Don't forget the garbage pick up on-," Chris began.
"Wednesday," Buck finished. "Now stop worryin' and get goin'," he added as the flight to Washington, D.C. was finally called. "And have fun at that supervisor's conference. Don't get too bored."
No sooner had Buck and Vin left the airport terminal and their friend and boss behind, that Buck's cell phone rang.
"And no parties!" Chris's voice sounded out before the mustached agent could even say 'hello.'
"Yes, Dad," Buck replied before turning off the phone and winking at Vin.
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"Here we are, home sweet home," Buck announced following Vin in past the front door of Chris Larabee's ranch house.
He watched as Vin punched in the code for the security system before closing the door behind him.
"So, what do we do first?" Vin asked, turning to look at Buck, mischief in his eyes.
"You know what they say – while the cat's away, the mice will play," the mustached man replied, grabbing the sharpshooter by his belt buckle and pulling him close.
"What've ya got in mind, Buck?" Vin asked, tilting his head up to capture Buck's lips with his own.
"I wanna do it in every room of the house," he replied huskily, reaching around to grab Vin's ass and squeeze it in his big hands.
"You're kiddin', right?" the younger man asked, laughing, but enjoying the feel of his and Buck's groins grinding together.
"Call me kinky, but somethin' about you and me fuckin' all over Chris's house... shoo-ee...," Buck whispered as his tongue made hot wet trails up and down Vin's neck.
Vin closed his eyes as he listened to Buck's words, felt his tongue on him, his hands on him. Then the big man returned his lips and tongue to Vin's mouth and plunged into its depths. Vin moaned into the kiss, returning it with a passion. And when Buck's hands found their way into the front of the sharpshooter's pants and began stroking the already hard flesh they found, Vin knew what he wanted.
"I get to choose the first place," he gasped, grabbing Buck's hand and pulling him along through the house.
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"You sure you wanna start here, pard'?" Buck asked.
"First place I thought of," Vin replied and began taking his clothes off.
Before long, the sharpshooter was naked and reclining in the middle of the bed, beckoning Buck to join him.
"Come on, Buck, you know you want to," he said, stroking his cock seductively.
"Hot damn, Vin," Buck whispered and quickly shed his clothes as well.
He climbed into the big bed and knelt in front of the sharpshooter, reaching out to help Vin with his ministrations. The younger man moaned in pleasure, letting his head drop back so that his long hair hung down behind him. Buck didn't think he'd ever seen such a beautiful sight – Vin Tanner, hard and horny and spread out just for him.
He bent his head down and began to lick the hard flesh presented before him. Taking it by the base with one hand, he began to pump it within his fist as his lips encased the tip, enjoying the sweet taste of the pre-cum that had seeped out.
"Oh, yeah, Buck," Vin moaned, reaching down and running his hand through the other man's hair, gently pushing Buck's head downward as he thrust his own hips upward. "Feels so good."
Buck couldn't agree more as he continued to ravish the younger man's erection. His own cock was screaming for attention and he wanted nothing more than to have Vin give him a little. Or a lot.
As if he'd read his mind, Vin suddenly shoved him over to sit on the bed, reversing their positions, saying, "My turn."
The older man let out a satisfied sigh as he felt the warm, moist mouth descend upon him. "Yeah, suck me hard, Vin," he gasped out when Vin did just that.
The younger man kept at it, bringing Buck up to but not over the edge, several times, before Buck couldn't take anymore. He lifted Vin's head and released his mouth from his flesh, bringing the sharpshooter up to lie atop him. He captured Vin's mouth with his own as they hugged their bodies close to one another, hips pumping furiously to rub their erections together.
"I wanna be inside you so bad," Buck moaned, momentarily breaking their savage kiss.
"I ain't stoppin' ya," Vin replied, and rolled them over, so that his back was on the bed and Buck was on top of him. "Come on, Buck. Fuck me. Right here."
Buck growled when he saw the pure lust in Vin's eyes. "Oh, I'll fuck you, alright," he whispered, giving the sharpshooter another fierce kiss before climbing out of the bed. After finding what he was looking for, he climbed back in and settled himself between Vin's legs. "I think this oughtta work," he said and spread the oil liberally onto his cock and around and into Vin's ass.
Both men groaned aloud as Buck sunk himself into Vin's tight passage. After catching their breath, Buck began to move. He pulled out slowly, inch by inch, hissing in pleasure as his lover's body responded to him, squeezing him tight. He reached out and began to do the same to Vin's shaft, squeezing it gently as he moved his hand down its length. Then he pushed himself inward, as deep as he could get, and yet Vin's legs and arms still pulled at him, trying to pull him in further.
"What do you think Chris would say if he could see us now," Buck managed to ask, that mischievous gleam back in his eyes, along with the fiery desire they held.
"If he were to catch us here, he'd be tellin' you that you ain't fuckin' me hard enough!" Vin exclaimed, slamming his hips up against Buck's. "And that you were next!" he added, grabbing his lover's ass.
"How's this for hard enough?" the other man responded and rammed himself as hard as he could into Vin. "Or how about this?" he asked, repeating the action. "Or this?" he gasped grabbing onto Vin's hips and pulling them up and toward him as he thrust inside the sharpshooter again.
"Now we just gotta work on deeper and faster," the younger man managed between cries of pleasure and pain.
Buck could only comply with the frenzied pace Vin had begged for. He blinked away the drops of sweat pouring off his brow and into his eyes so he could watch the man below him relieve the tension in his own engorged flesh.
The bed bounced and swayed below them, its squeaking and creaking barely audible amidst the sounds of the powerful lovemaking. When Buck and Vin finally reached their peaks, unable to hold back any more, their shouted releases echoed.
The mustached man slowly withdrew and collapsed in a heap next to Vin, to lie on the bed and catch his breath. When the sharpshooter finally caught his own breath, he turned to face the other man and smiled.
"I can't believe we did this," he said, beginning to laugh.
"We did," Buck replied. "And it's only the first place on the list," he added with a grin.
The two men slowly got out of the bed and grabbed their clothes. As they walked to the door, Vin asked, "Where to next?"
"Master bedroom," Buck replied. "That bed's much softer."
They both gave a final glance to Chris's pick-up truck before turning off the light to the garage and heading into the house.
THE END