Ivy '03: Encumbered

Vin squirmed, desperately trying to alleviate the pressure on his painfully aroused groin.

He clamped his eyes closed, nostrils flaring as he worked diligently to think about something - anything - other than the warmth of Ezra all along his body.

They pitched forward suddenly and he reacted without thinking. Vin's arms tightened around Ezra's middle, his legs gripping Chaucer to steady himself. His head came close to Ezra's nape in a natural movement. Vin breathed deeply, forgetting himself for a moment.

He let himself taste. A lick then a kiss. Another lick.

Now his fingers were itching, starting into action.

They were slapped, hard.

Vin's head shot up and his eyes popped open.

He shifted from side to side, rolling his pelvis to once again create a pocket of air between them, the best distance he could make all things considered.

"Damn… sorry Ez," he whispered, his voice husky and labored.

The hat in front of him shook slowly. That was the only response he got.

Vin grit his teeth and tried again to think about something else.

He looked around him, greatly annoyed without any just cause at his oblivious friends. Chris' hazel eyes caught his, mocking and amused. All right, maybe not entirely oblivious. Vin growled and worked at ignoring the throbbing between his legs, how Chaucer's cantering was causing him to surge deliciously again and again into Ezra's buttocks.

They hit a low spot and he knocked into Ezra. Vin cursed and worked at prying himself away when all he wanted to do was spin Ezra around, have his way with the man, his friends and propriety be damned. Four days on the trail without having Ezra all to himself was hard enough. Being forced to ride double with him after those long four days was pure torture, plain and simple.

Vin glared at Chris a minute longer then in defiance bent his head, tilting it so his face was shielded from sight by his hat. He let his hand slip up under Ezra's shirt, allowed his fingers to span across the smooth muscles of his lover's abdomen, loving the feel of the satiny skin encasing them. His eyes got heavy again, closing as his lips began to roam.

A few stolen moments wouldn't hurt anyone…

Ezra's shoulder rapped into his chin, then a very terse, "Down boy," whispered across him, full of command despite being barely above a breath.

Chris' laughter followed right on the admonition's heels.

Vin grumbled and worked his hand loose, tightening it into a fist against his thigh. "Next time we need to haul anything Pony is volunteered and you're walking Cowboy," he said, voice brittle and without any humor.

It just made Chris laugh harder.

Before he could think up a sharper retort Pony balked and wheeled, front legs flailing as the animal reared. Chris' attention snapped away, hands now working to calm the dancing and agitated mount. Horse and rider skidded to the side. Vin lowered his head in a flinch as they neared.

The next minute he was tumbling backwards, Chaucer's affronted whinny ringing in his ears, cursing and crunching quickly drowning that out as he and Ezra tangled with each other as they rolled down into the ravine they'd been riding the ridgeline of.

For a spell it was all he could do to breathe and try to get his bearings. Then panicked shock skittered through him, worry for Ezra stabbing him painfully. Vin tried to get himself unhooked from Ezra, arms and legs and torso moving all at once. It just served to latch him closer.

Vin cursed. He tightened his arms and decided not to fight against it for the moment. "Ez?" his voice was soft, solicitous, full of his concern.

His position was abruptly changed. Strong hands pushed at him, maneuvering him until he was lying against the rocky ground. Ezra levered over him and green eyes twinkled with seductive, merry intent.

All of Vin's fears evaporated at that look, replaced with a growing tide of heat in response to the rapacious gaze devouring him.

Ezra grinned then dove down.

Vin arched off the ground when fingers kneaded his groin, artfully bringing it back to life where it was housed within his buckskins. His heels dug into the dirt, his thighs spreading instinctively, invitingly.

Sweet laughter aroused him further.

The teasing, knowing touches continued, rounding over his body and finding all of his most vulnerable spots - those that never failed to render him near blind with want, incoherent save for his need.

Fingers searched and spread beneath his layers. They burrowed up into his coat then under his shirt, caressing and playing over him like the hot prairie wind that gusts ahead of a fire. His nipples were raked with nails then soothed, his ribs traced and tickled, then the hands plunged further down.

Vin sighed, a breathy sound of encouragement, when his belt was unfastened and the buttons of his fly were popped open with a strong tug. He managed to open his eyes, lifting heavy lids to watch as Ezra lowered to engulf his erection, shining head of chestnut hair now hatless, pink tongue flickering out to taste.

He groaned and his head lolled to the side when Ezra's throat relaxed and took him deep.

It didn't take long and Vin was thrashing, hands clenching fistfuls of dirt as he came.

The world got softer then, hazing out of focus and Vin didn't fight the languid cocoon.

Next he was aware Ezra was hauling him to stand. He was jostled and then spun in place, Ezra's fingers flying over him, fastening his pants and righting his clothing.

Ezra kept busy and yelled calmly, "We are unharmed, although some assistance in gaining our former position atop this damnable ravine would be appreciated."

Vin grunted when his trousers were given a last upward pull. Ezra kissed him, hard and quick, then the man was gone. When Vin looked up the rocky embankment they'd rolled down he saw the line of his friends silhouetted against the turquoise sky. He grinned. That explained Ezra's swift actions of turning him around to get him decent again.

He bent over and retrieved his hat, knocking it a few times against his thigh to rid it of some of the dust. Before they started up he caught Ezra's wrist. Inquisitive but relaxed jades met his pointed blue stare.

"You okay?" he said, voice low and serious.

Ezra's face curled with a grin. "Incomparable," he teased.

Vin stared at Ezra a moment, looking for signs of injury. Then he let his gaze fixate on black pants at the exact point where two pinstripes met at the middle of its inseam.

Ezra chuckled. Vin's eyes shot up and a green eye winked at him.

"Had we the luxury of solitude," a brow perked, "hell, even more than a few moments, I'd have pleasured us both with a much more satisfying end. Circumstances required otherwise, however." Ezra's full lips teased into a mock pout.

When Vin opened his mouth to push for clarification Ezra's free hand lifted. He subsided.

"I took care of myself," Ezra answered succinctly.

Vin nodded and let the circle of his fingers open from their hold. He smiled intimately. "Wish we had those moments. But I'll make it up to ya later."

Greens flashed and Vin laughed. Anything further was interrupted when the end of a rope flopped against the hillside. Ezra's gestured towards it with a tilting head and Vin swept his hand in a flourish.

"You first," he invited.

He wanted to be able to follow and watch that tight, gorgeous ass as Ezra climbed.

They reached the top without incident and only slightly winded. After a quick appraisal of the situation and assurances that they were fine after the short tumble the seven mounted back up and started again on the trail home. Vin felt much better, the biting edge dulled thanks to Ezra's attentions. His arms slipped naturally around Ezra's middle. The nearness of Ezra and the ceaseless swaying that moved their bodies against one another would get the better of him again, no doubt. And he'd probably be just tightly wound once more by the time they got back, but at least he wasn't going to go out of his mind.

Vin let his eyes close as he settled in against Ezra, intent on enjoying the remainder of the ride, his opinion quite changed about how they'd been forced to travel.