A Magnificent Seven slash novel by Tarlan, set in the Old West and with lots of hurt-comfort. NOTE! This story has appeared, or is currently available, on-line.
Follow the developing slash relationship between Chris and Vin through each of the series episodes. Watch as they get together in "Ghosts of the Confederacy," love, fight, split up, and get back together again. And see how they discover that the others have uncovered their secret as well.
Chris looked up at the sound of an approaching horse, simultaneously reaching for the gunbelt that he had placed close at hand and slinging it over his shoulder so the gun was in easy reach. He raised a hand to shield his eyes, but grinned as he recognized the very familiar outline of the man riding the horse. Chris looped the gunbelt back over a nail driven into the porch support and wiped away some of the heavy sweat from his forehead. He raised his hand in welcome, acknowledging the wide grin on Vin's face.
"Long way from town, Vin."
"Not much goin' on there... and I figured y' could use these supplies. Thought I'd save y' the trip back to town to fetch them."
"That's mighty kind of you, Vin." Chris grinned slyly. "That the only reason why you came all the way out here?"
Vin stepped down from his horse and tied the reins around the small hitching post, glancing at Chris askance with a devilish look in his bright blue eyes. He pushed his hat back and reached for the ladle, dipping it into the fresh water and drinking deeply before answering. "Maybe... and maybe not. Y' know of any good reason why a man might wanna... come... all the way out here?"
"Oh, I could think of a few good reasons."
"Any one reason in particular?"
Chris laughed. He had been working hard since sunup and Vin's arrival made for a welcome break. He wiped his sweaty palms against the sides of his pants and walked over to accept a ladle-full of water from Vin. He took a mouthful, swirling it around his mouth before swallowing, then tipped the rest of the contents over his head. He shook his head, his hair whipping about and splattering water over Vin, laughing anew at the disgruntled exclamation. Strong hands grabbed him, callused palms cupping his face tightly to halt his movement... and then Vin leaned in and kissed him hard. Chris sighed in appreciation, welcoming the firm lips and arrogant tongue.
Vin pulled back, retaining his hold on Chris's face, and sniffed loudly, nostrils flaring before he grinned once more. "Damn, Larabee, a few more hours and you'll be a little ripe... but there's somethin' about fresh sweat on a man that makes me hornier than a"
"That any man's sweat, or you got some particular sweat in–" Chris teased, earning himself a curse before his words were cut off by Vin's mouth possessing his once more.
"Let's take this inside, Cowboy... 'fore I do somethin' unseemly out here in the open."
"Ain't nothing wrong with unseemly behavior this far from town. Not like there's anyone around here to see us."
Vin growled and nuzzled against Chris's neck, lapping up the salty droplets trickling down into the hollow of his throat. "Can't be so sure of that. Josiah mentioned ridin' out to give y' a hand with the roof sometime."
His warm breath sent ripples of pleasure flowing through Chris, but then Vin pulled away, dropping his hand to grab Chris around one biceps. He chuckled, meekly allowing Vin to drag him inside the shack. Once they crossed the threshold, Vin tugged hard on his arm to pull him aside, then whipped round to kick the door shut behind them. He pushed up against Chris, forcing him back until Chris could feel the hard edge of the table against the back of his thighs. Firm lips claimed his once more, and he submitted to the insistent probing, opening his lips to allow Vin's tongue to sweep inside. His reached up and knocked Vin's hat aside, dragging his fingers through the wild mane of dusty, sweaty hair as he deepened the kiss.
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