Chris was doing his damndest to look nonchalant, but when the wind whipped across the street, much colder this time, and the three men beside him hunkered down deeper into their jackets, he couldn't suppress a shiver.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Buck shake his head and open his mouth but he beat the man to it.
"If any of the words out of your mouth are any combination of I, told, you, or so I'm gonna shoot ya," he said, pointedly and watched as Buck's mouth closed with a satisfying snap.
The wind blew again and Vin pulled his buckskin jacket tightly around his lean frame. "What kind of dumb ass is stupid enough to walk out of his house in Denver on September 19th without wearing a jacket?" he asked, of nobody in particular.
Chris threw him a withering look. "The same dumb ass who's goddamned stupid enough to let Buck Wilmington drive him to a goddamned bar in the ass-end of nowhere. The same dumb ass who's freezing his cojones off right now because Wilmington locked his goddamned keys in his truck and is too goddamned dim-witted to have a goddamned spare set, the same dumb ass . . . "
"I have a spare set," Buck put in mildly.
Chris stopped short. "Why the hell didn't you tell us that earlier instead of letting us freeze our assess off waiting for Josiah?" he yelled. "Where are the damned keys?"
Buck shrugged. "In the pocket of your jacket," he replied, smiling sweetly. "The one I told you to put on this morning."
The other men groaned. "Awww, Jesus," JD groused, stomping his feet. "Who the hell walks out of his house in Denver on September 19th without a damned jacket?"
Chris stood gaping like a fish out of water, while the others turned up their collars and huddled deeper into the warm material of their jackets while the increasingly icy wind picked up force.
"Well it was warm when I left the house this morning," he muttered in his own defense, his teeth beginning to chatter.
"It's called the Fall, Chris," JD said, sarcastically. "Turns up about this time every year. Changes the temperature, remember?"
Chris ground his teeth together in frustration. "Well I wasn't exactly plannin' on standing on a street corner at two in the morning," he growled, rubbing his arms to try to warm up the frozen flesh.
Buck shook his head again. "C'mere," he said fondly, opening the buttons of his leather jacket. He laughed when Chris looked at him skeptically. "C'mon now darlin', don't be shy," Buck teased, and made a grab for Chris' arm when the man began to pull away, furious.
"Buck I swear to God . . . " Chris spluttered.
"Get over here," Buck laughed. Chris hesitated for a moment, just long enough for another glacial gust to slice through him before reluctantly stepping closer and allowing himself to be pulled against the other man's body.
He slid his arms around his friend's waist and Buck wrapped his jacket around Chris' shoulders and pulled it as far around them both as he could. Chris sighed in relief. It felt so good to be warm again, not just the jacket, but the heat from Buck's body seeping into his bones. He tucked his face against the man's flannel shirt, relishing the softness, the smell - a unique blend of cologne and soap, the faint tang of sweat, the smell of leather clinging to Buck's skin. Chris breathed in deeply, and snuggled closer to the big body.
"That's it," Buck whispered in his ear, "Pretend like it's this mornin' in bed. You had no trouble getting close to me then."
Despite himself, Chris chuckled and murmured. "Getting inside you, you mean. Hope you're not suggesting that!"
"Well, that'd be one way to keep you warm," Buck laughed.
Vin and JD exchanged exasperated glances. "You two start fucking and we're leaving you here," JD said flatly.
Buck reached out and cuffed his young friend lightly on the head. "We're not a couple of dogs, JD. We don't go in for screwing in the streets . . . "
Vin and JD laughed out loud. "Arsenault case," they crowed in unison and Buck was forced to clamp down on any further protest.
Chris raised his head and locked eyes with his lover, sharing the sweet memory. Surveillance that had gone on for hours, a suggestion whispered into Buck's ear, a hand grasping his, rolled eyes and muttered comments from their colleagues, then slipping out of the van and down a darkened alleyway. Buck spinning him around to face the wall and raising his arms above his head, fingers splayed on brick while Buck reached around to undo his belt and before he knew it Buck was pushing his thick cock up and up and Chris was shuddering and spilling into the warm hand cupping his pulsing shaft.
Buck quirked an eyebrow, a question clear on his face. Chris felt real heat flare between their bodies, and ground against the hardness pressing into his groin. Suddenly he didn't feel cold at all, in fact, he was on fire.
"Er, give us a shout when Josiah gets here," Chris called over to his friends, pulling his lover with him towards the alleyway beside the bar.
He grinned when he heard Vin's voice muttering, "pair of goddamned mangy curs."
And JD's distracted musing, fading into the distance, "who the hell is stupid enough to walk out of his house in Denver . . . "
Buck spun him around and slammed him up against the wall, and his hands automatically splayed over the brickwork, and Chris' last coherent thought before Buck pushed up into him was, "who the hell needs a jacket in Denver on September 19th when you've got love to keep you warm?"
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