Author: Kaed

Rating: PG 17

WARNING: Depicts Male / Male sex. Hit your backbutton NOW,

if you find this offensive!!

The holidays were nearing for those employed by Denver's department of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms just as they were for the rest of the world. Most years they were over and done with before anyone really had the chance to enjoy them. Perhaps this year would be no different, but at least this year the men of Team Seven were getting to partake in the annual office party. For one night, anyone not buried deep in an assignment gathered with their team mates, co-workers, partners and friends for a night devoid of politics and 'shop talk'. They acknowledged whatever religious celebration...if any....they paid homage to, but mostly they gathered to celebrate another year of being alive.

Team Seven had managed to wrap up their latest assignment early that morning, allowing them time to finish paperwork, clean up and grab a nap before arriving at the festivities. Their leader, Chris Larabee, had all but ordered the other six to join the celebration and have a good time. It didn't take much to convince any of them, even the somewhat aloof Ezra Standish.

The assignment they had just finished had been long, trying and dangerous.

Vin Tanner had sustained a minor arm wound, JD Dunne had cracked two ribs, and Josiah Sanchez was sporting a black eye. Still, they all maintained that the roughest part of the job was the paperwork that came afterward.

Six of the seven men had met in the lobby, catching the elevator together. As they rode up, each man made a comment or two about at least one of the other's choice of dress. No one was without comment on Buck Wilmington's tie; a bright red polyester number with a hand painted Christmas tree trimmed in flashing lights down the front.

Vin Tanner, dressed in a deep red silk shirt and blue jeans had polished his boots and tied his long hair back with a leather tie. He was as dressed up as he could tolerate without it involving a threat of some kind. He looked around the open conference area where the party was being held. It was obvious that he was looking for something. Or someone.

"Reckon he's found a quiet corner somewhere, junior," Buck said with a light slap to the man's uninjured arm as he strode past.

"Reckon," Vin said wistfully. He continued to look around, concentrating on the quiet islands in the sea of holiday cheer. Still unsuccessful in finding their seventh member, he sighed. He knew where Chris was. Striding away from the large gathering, he walked down the hall to the point of being far enough away to hear the click of his boot heels on the marble floor. Entering the suite of offices the team occupied, he saw a dim light beneath Larabee's door. Reaching it, he knocked softly, than more insistently when there was no reply.

"I know you're in there Cowboy," he said finally.

"Come on in," the reply was almost too soft.

Opening the door, Vin found Chris sitting on the couch, a bottle of Jack on the coffee table before him. It was opened and half empty. The man was holding a rocks glass in one long-fingered hand, staring at the dark liquor inside. He didn't acknowledge his visitor for several minutes.

That was alright with Vin. He took those minutes to simply lean against the door frame, taking in the man before him. Chris was wearing that loose fitting black silk shirt that Vin called his Long Dong Silver shirt. Teasingly. When they were alone. The shirt was tucked into tight black jeans belted with the silver-studded belt Vin had given him for his birthday. He wondered briefly if Larabee was wearing the red satin boxers he had given him as well.

"You gonna stand there all night?"

"Mind if I come in pard?"

"Reckon not," Chris said evenly. Only Vin would have been able to tell that the other man had been drinking pretty heavily already. He had expected it, but still it made him decidedly unhappy. He just hoped the older man wouldn't argue with him about driving home later. He closed the door, flipping the lock as force of habit. Walking slowly across the room, Tanner dropped down next to the blond. Easing the glass from Larabee's hand, he placed it on the table. As he sat back, Chris' arm draped across his shoulders. Leaning his head against his lover's shoulder, the younger man intertwined his fingers with those next to his cheek.

Rubbing his thumb along the square jaw line, the older man said "the boys all here?"

"Yep. Bucklin's got that gawd-awful tie on again this year." Both men

chuckled. The tie had been a joke, but for some reason the big man had taken a liking to it. "JD's raisin' hell cause a his ribs. Guess him and Casey was headin' out for some ski lodge first thing in th' mornin'. They were all headin' for the bar when I came down this way."

Leaning his cheek against the top of Vin's head, he nuzzled him gently.

"Good thing we don't have anything coming up til after the new year. It'll probably take that long for them to sober up."

"Inez was takin' their keys, so y' may be right." He paused, then asked, "You wanna join 'm?"

Larabee considered the question, then answered, "maybe later. Just wanted some peace and quiet for awhile."

Tanner knew what that meant. Chris wanted to get drunk enough that he could endure the party without thoughts of his dead family haunting him.

They were ghosts that the young man had resigned himself to competing with a long time ago. "You want me t' leave?"

"Never," his voice was deep with both whiskey and desire.

"That's good, cause I didn't wanna go nowherenot without you." He turned Larabee's palm toward him and nipped at the callused flesh. "We can have our own party right here" he paused, then said hopefully, "if you've a mind to."

His chest quivering with a soundless chuckle, Chris said, "our own party, huh? Reckon I'm about always of a mind for that." The hand not being nipped at found it's way to the denim-covered crotch that he had been watching strain at the material for the past few minutes. He smiled as Vin squirmed and moaned under his grasp. "Looks like you are, too, " he growled in the man's ear.

"Ahhh, fuck, never could resist a man in black," Tanner replied, his voice growing raspy. He wriggled around until he could reach Larabee's crotch, smiling as he felt it grow as hard as his own. Loosening Chris' belt, he slid one hand beneath the ever tighter denim. "Damn, son, we don't let that thing out, it's gonna explode and rip hell outta your pants." Unzipping the man's jeans, Vin felt satin and smiled. Pulling Chris' hard cock from beneath his clothing, he stroked it slowly, wanting simply to enjoy the feel of it.

"Damn it! Fucking tease," Chris moaned. He pushed Vin's head downward, aiming it for his throbbing dick.

Accepting the invitation, Tanner slid from the couch, taking pleasure in slowly enveloping the shaft with his mouth. Moving up and down the hot flesh, he found the man's balls with his other hand. Tugging at them as he sucked on the cock, he felt Chris' hand on the back of his head, pressing him farther downward. Hearing a groan that developed into a series of moans, he responded with quicker movements. Larabee's body tensed; back arched, head banging against the wall.

"Fuck! Damn it! Oh shit!" He cried out as Vin brought him to the point of orgasm. Suddenly the lean blond's body went rigid, a guttural scream echoed through the little office, and his cum shot into his lover's mouth.

Tasting the salty fluid, Tanner raised up, spitting it into the decorative spitoon Chris kept at the end of the black leather couch. "Damn, ol' man, give me some warnin' next time. Y' liked t' drowned me." Looking up, he saw Larabee respond with a lazy smile, his body still trembling.

Finally opening dazed hazel eyes, the blond reached out a hand and coaxed the younger man to his feet. The fabric of Tanner's jeans was still taut around his hard cock, an enticing invitation that Chris was very willing to accept. Tugging at the snap and zipper, he eased the form-fitting jeans over the narrow hips and down to Tanner's knees. Pulling the man to him, he rubbed the growing bulge through the plain cotton jockey's. Vin responded with a gasp and a long sigh, one hand weaving its fingers through the long blond hair of the man who had stolen his heart. "Do me, cowboy," he growled passionately.

Standing, heedless of the fact that his pants slid to his ankles, Larabee grabbed both cheeks of Tanner's ass hard, kissing him just as hard on the mouth. His tongue finding it's way into the other man's mouth, he felt Vin suck on it with the same enthusiasm he had just sucked his dick. Keeping his hold on the taut ass, he pulled the younger man tighter toward him, grinding his hips against the hard cock still hidden beneath white cotton. Vin moaned, the sound reverberating against Chris' teeth and lips. Responding to the man's growing discomfort, he smacked the tight left cheek he had left fingerprints on, and moved back enough to grasp the man's arms. Pushing Tanner back on the couch, he reached down and pulled the underwear down, releasing the heavy cock that was at that moment the object of his desire.

"Sonofabitch," he said in admiration at the size of his lover's cock. 'Hung like a horse' had taken on new meaning for the blond since becoming involved with the younger man.

"You want it?" Tanner breathed the words, his body taut with anticipation. "C'mon then.....it's yours."

Larabee smiled, running his hands down the man's legs, ending at the engorged cock. He teased him for a long moment, enjoying the response he got from Tanner. Vin's breathing quickened, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensations that Chris' touch sent through him. "Gaw-damnit....who's th' tease.....now?" He groaned, his hands clawing at the couch. "Suck me....fucker....suck me now!"

Laughing deviously now, Chris said, "I'm in charge here, blue eyes, and don't you forget it. Now shut up and enjoy the ride." He nipped at the tender flesh on the inside of the man's thigh, enjoying the surprised gasp from his lover. Running his mouth along the thick shaft, he squeezed the heavy sac between the Vin's legs.

"Damn it....c'mon pard.....you're mak'n me.......crazy here" Tanner moaned the words, his hands reaching for the blond head hovering over his cock. Finding it with searching fingers, he pulled Larabee toward his crotch.

"Now.....Chris......now!" He cried out in sensual agony, begging his lover to take him.

With a smile, Chris complied. His warm lips enveloped the hot flesh of Vin's dick, enjoying the feel of the younger man's manhood in his mouth. As he worked his lips along the long penis, he ran a finger along the warm balls and behind, coming to rest at the puckered flesh of Tanner's anus. He eased up, causing the sharpshooter to jerk his head up questioningly. Winking, he rustled through the little drawer in the nearby end table, retrieving a small tube of lubricant. Without a word he released its contents, coating both his fingers and the opening he then eased inside.

"Chrisssssss! Oh....my......gawd" the man's Texan drawl deepened with desire. "Oh.....fuck me, damn it....fuck......me!" He pressed downward against the blond's hand, moaning in pleasure.

"Easy cowboy," Larabee growled huskily, "don't be in such a hurry.....don't wanna hurt you......much" he grinned lecherously.

The words met with little response. The younger man was far too wrapped up in the moment to worry about the consequences of his mounting desire. Any response he made was little more than guttural sounds of pure lust. He and Chris were wrapped around one another, each intent only on the passion of the moment. Larabee's fingers pressed themselves up into Tanner's ass, matching his movements with those of his mouth around the stiff member. His actions were planned only by desire, and took on a frantic pace. Each stroke brought forth an answering sound, a mirrored movement, a counter action.

As Vin exploded into his lover's mouth, he cried out hoarsely, his body arched, head buried in the cushions of the couch. When he finally relaxed, falling back bonelessly to quiver like a shaft of wheat in a storm, he released a single, satiated moan. After a few moments he opened his eyes to look up into those of his soul mate. He saw the same contentment reflected in the hazel depths. He pressed himself back against the couch's back and tugged at Larabee's arm, coaxing the older man to join him.

With a smile, Chris stretched out next to the other man, draping one arm lazily across the thin but well-defined chest. Running his lips along the other man's square jaw, he said, "thanks pard....for making this such a special night."

Kissing his lover, Vin said only, "Merry Christmas Chris Larabee."

The End.