Disclaimer: I don't own these guys. I didn't steal them. I didn't even do this! This is San's fault. I was doing my level best to inundate her with ideas, encouragement, and inspiration to finally write that Buck/Ezra story she owes us. I was sitting here innocently begging her to write some fic when a horny Chris muse blindsided me. No, really. That's what happened. I swear. I was making all these suggestions about what Ezra and Buck might have been up to, when this dark shadow crept up on me and starting telling me how he was lusting after Buck. He just settled right in and took over the keyboard! I finally had to shut the computer down 'cause he monopolized it until almost midnight. I couldn't get rid of him. He came back again last night. Same deal. Grabbed the keyboard and picked up right where he'd left off the night before. Stayed until 11:30. Then just disappeared with this huge smile on his face.
I've never had anything like that happen to me before. You'd think a muse would at least pick on someone who likes to write. Now I'm too scared to even consider what other ideas I could try to come up with for San's fic. Never know what's lurking over your shoulder. A muse - here no less! Damn it - I thought everyone understood I was the LURKER!!
Warnings: Horny Chris muses use some pretty foul language!
Buck Wilmington was bored. An unusual state for him and one that didn't bode well for the growing town of Four Corners. He needed a diversion until his latest lady-love was able to free herself from her mother's quilting bee.Buck had thought to join his compadres in the saloon but soon discovered the only one of the other six present was Ezra. Naturally, Ezra was deeply engrossed in a game of chance with several cowpokes who had just collected their pay after driving a herd of cattle to one of the local ranches. Buck shook his head with a wry grin. Hope there's lots more cattle that gotta be moved - them boys are gonna be needin' another paycheck real soon.
He sauntered on over to the jail, figuring that one or more of the others would likely be around keeping an eye on the three prisoners currently residing there. Sticking his head in the door, he quickly found the place was empty. Hell, I forgot Nathan and JD were takin' 'em over to Eagle Bend. Well, that leaves Vin, Josiah, and Chris.
Ambling back towards the church, he spotted Vin loading up Nettie Wells's buckboard with lumber. Guess he's gonna fix up that old chicken coop for her. Buck continued on to the church with a nod to Vin. Mrs. Parker stopped him at the door to ask how long Josiah was planning on visiting with the heathens in that filthy camp. Telling her he didn't know, Buck thought to himself that had Josiah heard her opinion, he might just decide to stay on in the Indian village and avoid the heathens in town.
Looping around to return to the saloon, he finally spotted Chris in front of the general store. Larabee was slouched in a chair rocked back on its back legs. As Buck meandered nearer, he could see Chris's face. He was wearing his best 'don't fuck with me' scowl. Great. Maybe that's why everyone else has high-tailed it outta town Still, a pissed off Larabee was better than keeping his own company. Buck was not a loner. He was, however, bored. And Chris Larabee with his 'get in my face and die' visage looked to Buck like someone who could provide some entertainment. Draping himself on a nearby support post, Buck gave his old friend a winning smile and a cheery, "Hey Pard, whacha doin'?" He watched Larabee's eyes close and thought maybe he could hear teeth grinding. His smile grew. "What's that? 'I'm sitting on a chair glaring the dust offa the street?' Hell, that sounds like more fun than I'm having. Mind if I join ya?"
Larabee's eyes peeled open. "Yeah."
"Great." Buck perched on the railing, deliberately misunderstanding the 'yeah' which Chris had intended to mean yes, he did mind Buck joining him.
The scowling man's eyes slid shut again and a long-suffering sigh escaped him. Buck smiled happily. Now he was having fun.
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Chris had watched Buck's progress from the saloon to the church and back again. He knew Vin was on his way out to the Wells homestead and that left only himself and Ezra to keep Buck company. Ezra was in the saloon which meant that Ezra was in the middle of a card game. Which left Chris. Damn! The only time the man doesn't have some woman hanging on his arm and here I am without any backup. Not that Larabee's back was up. His front was a different story. He didn't know when it had started but for the last little while, he had found himself watching those long, lanky limbs of his old friend and thinking how he liked that loose-legged walk. And that ass. Right up there where a fella could get a really good look at it.
Chris slid his eyes open to see Buck sprawled on the railing directly in front of him. Ah, shit. He's wearin' those leather pants. The ones that have shaped themselves to his prick. The ones that probably hold that shape when he's not even in them. Fuck!
Larabee's eyes lifted to Buck's face. His smiling face with that happy little twinkle in those incredibly dark blue eyes. Oughta be a law 'gainst a man making life look like that much fun. Oughta be a law 'gainst them eyes anyway. If the damned things aren't twinkling like that, they're so full o' soul they make a person wanna ... to... well, they make ya wanna kiss the man. Or fuck him.... Or ... SHIT! They're just too damned expressive and now they've got me harder than a rock. Again.
Buck watched Chris studying him. Larabee was more than just pissed about something. He looked... kinda sick. Buck's smile slowly disintegrated. He regarded his friend seriously. "Chris? You okay?" Buck asked, his concern registering in his eyes.
"I'm fine." Larabee snarled back. "Just hot. It's goddamned hot out here today."
Buck's brows rose. "Ain't any hotter than it's been all week, Chris. Ya sure you're all right? Maybe you're running a bit of a fever."
Larabee snorted. "Yeah. Fever. Right."
"Really pard, ya don't look so good. Maybe you should go to bed for a bit. Get some rest, ya know?"
This time Larabee made a strangled choking sound. "I ain't goin' to bed, Buck. Not 'cause I'm hot."
Buck knew it was pointless to argue when Chris had that glint of steel in his eyes. "'kay, fine pard. I'll just sit here 'til ya pass out and carry ya off to bed myself."
Chris swallowed hard. He was hot all right. Running a fever for sure. He's setting my blood on fire and he ain't even doin' anything. Maybe I should just pass out and let him carry me off to bed. Fuckin' near came right then when he said that. What a picture that put in my mind. Damn, I could use a drink. Can't even get up now. Well, I'm up, but that's the problem. Buck'd laugh himself stupid if he saw that.
"So, what're ya goin' to do pard? Just sit here all day boring holes in the passers-by with your eyes? If you're that hot ya should at least get your sorry hide outta the sun."
Chris wondered if Buck really thought his hide was that sorry. As if he's ever even looked at it! What am I gonna do? Wonder what good ol' smiling Buck would say if I told him I'm gonna fuck his ass. Or have him fuck mine.
"I didn't invite you, Buck. You don't like my company you can just move right along. I ain't goin' anywhere."
"Ah, c'mon Chris. I'm jus' saying you don't look so good. You should go inside for awhile."
"Fuck you, Buck." Chris's eyes popped open again and he glanced at Buck who wore a resigned smile. Whew. 'Fraid I'd said the 'I wanna' out loud.
"All right, cowboy. I'll just sit here and watch you scarin' all them townsfolk with your ugly mug." Buck grinned. "Hey pard, that 'don't fuck with me' scowl don't scare me."
Chris closed his eyes again. That ain't a 'don't fuck with me' scowl Buck. That's a 'wish you would fuck with me' scowl. He didn't know which was worse - sitting with his eyes closed imagining what he and Buck could be doing, or opening his eyes and finding himself staring at Buck's crotch. In those leather pants. Hell, I must be setting some kinda record for longest hard-on. Which made him think about how long Buck's hard-on might be.
Buck eyed his friend critically. He didn't look quite right. Not so much sick as... I don't know... uncomfortable? In pain maybe? Irritated for sure, but it's mor'n that, I think. Buck tried a different tack. "What's eatin' ya pard?" He watched in astonishment as Chris Larabee slowly turned a rosy hue. "Chris?"
"Bucklin, do me a favour and take a hike, would ya?" Chris's face was still on fire from the vision he'd had of Buck 'eating' him. Shit, I gotta get him away from me before I have to explain why I came in my pants. Eatin' me. Yeah, Buck, how'd you like to take me in your mouth and taste me?
Bucklin? Why's he so pissed with me? That's the only time he ever calls me that. I ain't done nothin' to him. "Okay, Chris. How 'bout I go get Mary to come sit with you instead?" Maybe she can get him to go inside. I think he's gone and baked his brains.
"Do that and die Buck." Christ almighty. As if I need her sniffing around me right now. Just go away Buck. And then this hard-on can go away and I can go get myself a drink - and some relief. Chris studied his hand thoughtfully. Then found himself studying Buck's.
Buck regarded Chris. What in the hell has gotten in to him? He's all pissed with me when I ain't done anything and now he don't want Mary around either. He's looking at his hand as if he's never seen it before. Now he's looking at mine as if it has the answers to all his worries.
Chris eyeballed the long elegant fingers of Buck's hand. A man shouldn't have hands that graceful. Not when they're that accomplished in fighting. The way he waves 'em around - it's like they have to be in constant motion. Gives a fella all sorts of ideas of what else he could do with them. Chris had been on the receiving end of Buck's fist more than once and knew the punishment those deceptive digits could deliver. Now he was imagining the pleasure Buck's fist could give him. A low groan escaped his lips.
Buck's head snapped back up when he heard the small groan Chris had made. He stared into Chris's eyes and thought they looked a little glazed. Shit! He is hurtin'. Gotta be bad, too. Chris Larabee don't let on he's in pain 'less he's in serious trouble. The hell with lettin' him sit an' suffer. I'm getting' him up to Nathan's room whether he wants to go or not. Knock him out if I hafta.
Chris's mind was racing, scrambling to find a way out of this mess. He hadn't meant to let that little groan slip out. He recognized the determined look on Buck's face and knew the game was up. Oh fuck! Now he's sure I'm about to keel over. Ain't no way around it now - he's gonna put me in bed one way or another and then he's going to hover over me 'til Nathan gets back and convinces him I'm gonna survive whatever it is that ails me. Somebody oughta tell the big oaf that there's such a thing as too much loyalty.
"All right Chris. That's it. Yer goin' t'bed if I have to haul your sorry ass up there over my shoulder. Comprende?" Buck reached to drag his buddy to his feet as Chris emitted another small grunt.
Christ Buck, the only thing my ass is sorry 'bout is that you ain't buried in it. Chris let himself be hauled out of his chair as inspiration struck. I'll just pretend my guts feel like they've been mule-kicked. I'll walk hunched over and he won't be able to see the problem's a little lower than that. Once we get to Nathan's room, I'll send him back to the store here to get... something for me. Then I can take care of this ache while he's gone.
Buck slowly manoeuvred Larabee across the street and along the boardwalk until they reached the bottom of the stairs leading up to Nathan's room. "What the hell happened to you anyway, Chris? You're walking like yer feet slipped outta the stirrups and you crushed yerself on the pommel." Again Buck was astounded to see Larabee's face turn the shade of Miss Ellie's 'working' bloomers. He didn't - did he?
"I'm fine Buck. Just fine. Ain't nothin' wrong like that." How the hell does he do it? Ev'ry time he opens his mouth it goes straight to my cock. Chris winced at the image that thought etched in his mind.
Buck glanced down at Chris as they ascended the stairs. A smirk appeared on his face. "Yeah, I see what ya mean, pard. Don't look like there's nothing wrong with that at all!" Well, that certainly washed the red from his face. He don't look too good in 'pasty' either. Can't imagine how he can get a hard-on like that when he's in such pain. Buck's head came up and his eyes narrowed as they back-tracked along the path the two men had taken. Hoo-wee! Now it's all coming together - the dirty looks, the slightly glazed eyes, the snarling. Hell, even that little groan. Man's got himself a little problem and he couldn't hide it if he got up outta that chair. Buck took another quick glance. Well maybe that ain't such a little problem!
Chris Larabee seriously considered hurling himself back down the stairs - backwards and headfirst. Shit, my luck I wouldn't hurt anything 'cept what's already aching and Buck'd just stand there and laugh at me. Just like that smirk he's got on his face now. Chris did not appreciate being laughed at. So he decided to knock Buck back on his heels. "Sure ya don't wanna have a closer look, Buck? Make sure there ain't no problem with it?"
He watched with amusement as Buck's eyebrows shot up and his jaw dropped. Then uneasiness settled in his belly as he saw Wilmington's shock transform into a huge grin.
"When's Nathan due back, pard?"
Chris blinked at the apparent non sequitur. "Him 'n' JD should be rolling in 'round noon tomorrow. Why?"
"Well, I reckon ya need some medical attention and I don't think it can wait that long. Think maybe I should have a closer look, Chris. Don't want to have anything go wrong with that for lack of proper attention, do we?" Buck was enjoying the disbelieving stare that Chris fixed him with. Ya'd think by now he know enough not to try to call my bluff by embarrassing me when he's in a vulnerable position. And I'd say a man can't get much more vulnerable than he is right now.
Larabee gulped. Fuck! The man could at least have the decency to look uncomfortable! He's gotta be funnin' me 'cause he knows - or thinks he knows - that I'd never let him do it. "Fine, Buck. Let's go inside and then you can look to your heart's content." Yeah, right Larabee. Buck's gonna take your cock in his hand and look it over real good. Then he's gonna kiss it better. Chris glanced around quickly on the very unlikely chance that he'd see a pig flying by. Then he headed in to Nathan's room. Sooner he's done having his laugh at me, sooner I can give myself some relief.
Buck followed Chris into the healer's room. Wonder what he's gonna say if he sees what his hard-on is doing to me? He had his gaze glued to the tight ass in the tight black trousers and was considering how much danger his life would be in if he just walked right up to it and rubbed his bulging crotch against it.
Chris swung around and began unbuttoning his pants. "Okay, Buck. Have at it. Check it over real good to make sure everything's in workin' order." I can't believe he's still here. Looking at me. Looking at my cock. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. It's already leaking and he's still looking at it. I'll never hear the end of this one.
Buck stood transfixed as Larabee opened his pants. He watched the hard prick spring free and couldn't believe Chris was actually going this far. Oh sweet Jesus. He's actually going to stand there with his cock sticking out of his pants until I do something. Buck watched as a dewy drop formed on the tip of Chris's cock and felt himself expand even further. He moved towards Chris without conscious thought and reached out to grasp the offering.
Chris gave a soft gasp as his hips involuntarily rocked forward at Buck's touch. Oh god. He does that again and I'm gonna loose control. I can't believe he's got my cock in his hand. Larabee looked down at the front of Buck's pants wishing he could find some indication that Buck was being affected by this too. He blinked rapidly a couple of times and looked again. Nope, not mistakin' it. Them leather pants have taken on a whole new shape. He's just as hard as I am.
Buck pushed Chris back to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and carefully explored the hard cock and full balls. "Don't seem to be anything wrong here, Chris. Everything looks good. Looks real good." He watched another couple of drops seep from the end of the hard organ in his hands. Glancing up at Chris's face, he saw Larabee's eyes were fastened on his hand. He stroked the length once and gave it a little squeeze. Buck grinned to himself when Chris's hips jerked up from the bed and he groaned.
"Buck. I don't... I can't ... oh shit, Buck." Chris looked up to see Buck's delighted smile. Right before it disappeared around his cock when Buck took him into his talented mouth. Chris barely managed to stifle a scream of ecstasy when he felt Wilmington's throat close around his over-heated flesh. The dark head began to bob up and down while Buck's tongue lapped around Chris's throbbing cock. One hand gripped his ass, pulling him closer while the fingers of the other caressed the swollen balls and the sensitive area behind them. Chris's hips jerked up when one long finger pressed inside the entrance to his body. The finger began sliding in and out slowly as Buck continued pulling on Chris's cock with his hot mouth.
Buck could feel the strength of the grip that Chris had on his hair as he pumped himself up into Buck's mouth and knew that Larabee was getting close. He pushed his finger farther into Chris's body and brushed the little nub he found there. Chris slammed into his mouth and a hoarse shout accompanied the spasmodic jerks as he shot his release into Buck's throat.
Chris collapsed back onto the bed, gasping. After he was able to collect himself somewhat he looked to find Buck sitting on the bed beside him and staring at him with hot eyes. "Guess that about says it all, pard. Ain't nothing wrong with your hide at all." Buck told him with a slight smile.
Chris shook his head in disagreement. "Yeah, I think there is Buck."
Wilmington's face paled with concern. "Uh, just what would that be?"
"It's my ass, Buck."
Buck regarded him warily. "Your ass? Did I, uh, that is, did I hurt you with my finger?"
"No, it ain't that, exactly."
"Well, what exactly is it?"
"Look, Buck. You got nice long fingers and they're certainly very talented. But I'm thinking that maybe there's something else that you're even more talented with."
"Oh? My tongue?"
"Oh yeah, that too, but that ain't what I'm gettin' at."
"You mean... you want me to...? Really?"
"Hell yeah, I want you to. I was sitting there on that chair staring at your crotch and imagining how your cock would feel inside me. Plain enough for ya, Buck?"
"Well shit, Chris. Ya shoulda jus' said so." Buck scrambled to his feet and made short work of getting naked.
Chris smiled at Buck's enthusiasm. I shoulda just said so. Right. Excuse me old buddy. Would you mind taking your prick out and shoving it up my ass? Larabee snorted at the thought that anyone would actually considering doing such a thing. Then he looked over at Buck's hard cock and got up on his hands and knees. Smiling to himself, he turned to look at Buck over his shoulder. "Hey Buck - you mind shoving that up my ass?" He grinned when Buck's cock made an excited little leap.
Buck swivelled his head around until he spotted a lamp sitting on the nightstand. He quickly removed the lantern and dipped his fingers into the oil in the base. Turning back to the bed, he noted the feral little grin on Chris's face. Buck moved into position behind Chris and began working one of his oil-slicked fingers into Chris's ass.
"More, Buck."
Buck inserted a second finger and started to scissor the two digits. Chris wasn't having any of it. "More, Buck and hurry it up."
"Hell, Chris, it's already up."
"Well then get your fingers outta the way and get it in me!"
Always eager to please his bed partner, Buck complied with alacrity.
"Fuck, yes! C'mon Buck. Hard." Buck began pumping into Chris, slamming up against his ass.
"More! Faster, Buck!" Buck increased his rhythm as Chris bucked back against him. Both men were breathing heavily and grunting with their efforts. Buck was thrusting frantically, trying to hold onto Chris's twisting hips. He locked one arm around Chris's waist and reached to take Larabee's hard length in his other hand. Chris thrust hard into the tight fist twice before exploding in ecstasy. He clamped his muscles around Buck's rigid flesh and felt the other man jerk wildly inside him while a hoarse roar sounded in his ear.
When he regained some sense of himself, he found his face buried in the coverlet and a heavy weight on his back. The weight shifted as Buck rolled over to sprawl on his back. Chris looked into his friend's eyes, relieved to find them sleepy and satisfied, not disgusted. Buck smiled lazily at him. "'Suppose you're goin' to be feelin' a little out of sorts again anytime soon, Chris?"
Chris gave him his little half-grin. "You know Buck - I just might be coming down with something."
THE END
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