Willow '04: The Snippets

I

Josiah worked patiently sanding the banister that separated the pulpit from the congregation. He imagined it as it could be, dark and mellow with oil and wax, the rustic carvings brought to sharp relief. It was going to look beautiful.

One day.

If he lived that long.

Josiah puffed out a long breath, fanning his face with the manufactured breeze. He looked up and squinted when the church door pushed in, bringing with it the sting of the afternoon sun.

JD strode in, relaxed with a pleasant smile. He walked close to Josiah, hands easy at his side.

"Hey Josiah. Can I ask you a question?"

Josiah dropped the sanding block and stood, fingers wrapping around his back as he straightened to stand. He tried to fight wincing too deeply. "Certainly JD," he managed after a short sigh.

Nothing was said - Josiah wondered when the question would be asked. Then JD reached out and quickly undid his belt, then the fastenings on his pants, then deeper still the ties on his underclothes.

Nimble hands felt along his soft dick - JD's head tilted from side to side, eyes narrow in concentration. Fingers spanned the length of Josiah's cock, then they measured the width, JD bringing his fingers out to check the distance between his finger and thumb.

Wordlessly JD tucked Josiah back in. In minutes all his exposure was neatly closed once more.

JD nodded. "Thanks, Josiah," he said with a mild smile. He replaced his hat and turned on a heel then headed back out the door.

Josiah stood for a long time staring after him.

**

Sanding, sanding. Never enough days.

Josiah shook his head with a smile.

Never hurt to try.

He craned his neck when the church doors opened. The squeak reminded him he needed to reset the hinges and give them a bit of oil.

JD came in, hat in hand, smiling.

Josiah stood slowly. He left the sanding block resting on the banister, his hand wrapping tightly over it. What would the Kid want from him today?

Yesterday it was near madness, those hands on him, that delightful face so serious without any hint mischievous or sensual intent.

JD came to a stop in front of him. His head tilted. "Josiah?"

Josiah nodded after the patient, expectant silence.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Calm and patience and strength of will. Josiah opened his eyes again and kept repeating the words. Then he nodded.

"Certainly, JD," he answered quietly.

JD walked up next to him then turned to face into the church. He grasped the railing with both hands then his legs bent and bobbed, his rear dipping towards the floor and back up again.

Next he slid along the rail, coming so his ass rubbed up and down Josiah's front - still methodical, still dispassionate.

Josiah took in a sharp breath and the word "calm" screeched through his head.

The next moment JD stepped away. He replaced his hat and bobbed his head. "Thanks, Josiah," he grinned.

Josiah once again stood, staring after him.

***

A single newel post gleamed dully, layers of shellac and paint and years finally relieved from its surface. Josiah nodded his head in satisfaction.

One down.

Only twenty odd some to go.

He chuckled derisively and started on the next one.

He looked up - pensively - when the church doors opened.

Yesterday he'd remained, half-hard and completely befuddled, for almost a half an hour, contemplating what exactly JD was on about.

And now here the Kid was again.

Still the easy smile, still the easy demeanor.

"Hey Josiah," JD called merrily as he approached.

"Hello, JD." Josiah's tone was somewhat wary.

JD's brows knit close. "Can I ask you a question?"

Josiah took in a long breath and held it in his chest. Then he gritted his teeth. Then he called upon any one of the Greek Gods who might listen -- this was not a job for a Christian.

"Certainly, JD."

JD nodded back and stepped close. As he did he undid his gunbelt - it was set into a pew without a glance. Then he unfastened his pants, one hand pulling at the buttons, the other a single finger extended, tracing the length of the railing as he neared.

He smiled and bent next to it, as he had yesterday. JD's pants dropped and he now gripping the banister with a hand. His full, pale ass peeked out from under his shirttails and jacket.

JD turned and looked at Josiah over his shoulder. His free hand reached down and he pulled his ass cheeks apart.

Josiah gaped at the lovely, clenching, rosy offering. He couldn't even imagine what question JD would have for him now. Calm brown eyes and a friendly smile were waiting for him.

"Buck bet me five dollars that - get this, even after all he and I have done - no way will you fit." He made a disgusted face. "He also said some crap about me being too short after I'd said it was always good standing up, no matter the fit." JD's face cleared, then his earlier smile turned to a heat-filled, full on grin. He waggled his brows. "What do you think?"

II

"We'll sit him right on ya, Stud, that tight ass of his near split by your huge cock."

Chris grunted.

"Then we'll turn him slow, 'til he's facing me, back to ya."

Chris' breath accelerated.

"Have him ride you, good and hard - you know his limber little body can take it."

Chris nodded and clenched his teeth and pulled with his fingers.

"Next I'll ram myself so far down his throat you'll feel it in your gut."

Chris' hips spasmed, his asshole grasping.

"Then when he's spent and all pretty and loose we'll each do him - you then me then you then me… we'll do him 'til he shits cream."

Chris bit his lip then came, leashed shout escaping into the air from his chest.

Heat filled him; Buck leaned against him and thrust hard in a last few desperate punches, hips wild and ecstatic. Then both men succumbed, collapsing into the mattress.

He breathed and breathed, heartbeat throbbing in his ears and temples.

Chris ran weak hands up and down Buck's sweat-slick body. He smiled lazily. The old dog could probably make him come just from the creative, raunchy whisperings Chris sometimes thrilled to have their lovemaking peppered with.

A hand trailed up his body, starting at his thigh where it emerged from under Buck, over his hip to his flank. It teased his sensitized nipple, fingers swirling through the sweat puddled at his throat.

The bed groaned and shifted, then the hand was replaced by a delicate kiss.

Chris opened his eyes to watch Buck being kissed in turn.

Then their lover lifted away, naked body rippling in the caramel, mote-filled afternoon sunlight. Brown eyes darted between them, pouty lips spreading with a coquettish smile.

JD winked.

"You two have got to stop talking about me like I ain't here."

III

JD whistled between his lips as he entered the livery. He was looking to say hello to Ezra, saw his friend ride in not but a few minutes ago.

The gambler had been gone from Four Corners three days - today made four, seeing as it was past dinner and the town was shut down for the night. JD had missed him. He also knew Ezra would be tired and trusted him to see to Chaucer, sitting on a hay bale telling him about the trip and his time.

Low noises made JD's steps falter to a stop. He craned his neck, listening.

More sounds - shifting and steady movement, breathing that was growing labored for all its quiet.

JD hesitated then decided to go on in. He'd hate to find out he'd been a minute too late to help Ez.

He crept past the stalls cautiously, the dim light from the warming fires outside his only guide. As he approached he was able to pick out details - a flickering oil lamp hung in the back of Chaucer's stall, weakly struggling to fight back the dark gave him that benefit.

JD's lips split in a soundless gasp when he discovered the source of the noises.

Ezra's clever, gambling hands were gripping the stall door. His face was a shifting, erotic grimace. Vin was just behind, movements reminding JD of the rich folk back in Boston who sat their English saddles to post when they trotted.

JD took another step closer. Then another.

A third was all he dared.

His eyes widened so he could see better then he grinned, stifling a laugh.

Seemed Vin was in town after all - probably had been on the prowl all day, waiting to pounce on Ezra at the moment of return. JD shook his head. He should remember that just because one didn't see Vin Tanner didn't mean Vin Tanner wasn't right behind you.

Or right 'hind Ez, as the case may be. JD's grin broadened.

Unexpected arousal curled up from his innards as he continued to watch. He felt no worry of trespass, somehow completely without apprehension that he was standing there watching two of his friends fuck one another in what was supposed to be a quick, stolen - and secretive - dally.

Slowly he undid his fly, taking his time, feeling along the bulge of his dick through the wool of his pants, the wool of his underthings, all before exposing it to the cold air.

Once it was out he worked it with the same slowness, eyes never leaving Vin and Ezra as the two steamed towards completion.

JD could tell just by looking they were close; he sped his efforts to match.

A sound escaped him he couldn't call back - instantly Ezra's eyes snapped open, finding him immediately, narrowing to access the threat.

Vin had heard as well. His reaction had been to press tight into Ezra, one hand lifting from below the stall, Ezra's borrowed Remington at the ready.

JD couldn't think of better to do but smile and glance towards his cock, shining with excited wetness between his hands. He kept on playing with his erection and weighty balls, watching himself, letting them watch him.

When he looked back up Vin's eyes were tight, but the gun was gone. Ezra arched up, renewing the instinctive rutting that had only momentarily been interrupted.

They all held gazes, driving fast towards release, the air slicing with electricity to jolt around them.

JD realized Vin's tight eyes weren't from displeasure; the man was fighting to keep them open, watching JD watching them have at.

Ezra was flat out enjoying it.

He clasped his hand and tugged at the weeping crown - JD thrust his hips through his makeshift receptacle then came. Long, spidery strands of his seed arced through the air, dappling against the door Ezra held.

He was just starting to come down, the haze dropping away when he heard Buck call.

"Ez!? Ya in here? Chris is wanting a report… Nate's grumbling about your health - you know how they are… dammit, what's takin' so long?"

JD wiped his hand against the seat of his pants. He gave Ezra and Vin a long, frank look before shrugging with an impish smile.

He didn't regret doing it, that was for sure. It wasn't something he'd ever try to make happen from here out, would even avoid it if he stumbled on such clues in the future, though he sure wouldn't argue if ever invited to watch again.

Vin was panting silently, one arm firm around Ezra, the other dangling at the lovers' side. JD imagined the Remington at the end of that arm, loose but ready for when Buck burst into the livery. Blue eyes appraised him evenly, just as forthright and without apology or remorse.

Ezra's green eyes twinkled and one winked. His head turned and he nuzzled against Vin's cradling neck, lips pressing a soft kiss to the slowing pulse.

JD nodded once. "Welcome home, Ez," he whispered with a grin.

He trotted off towards Buck, the cold air shrinking further his once impressive cock.

The familiar, handsome silhouette of Buck formed when he rounded out of the livery through the other side. It gave JD sudden ideas, made him warm and stirring to hardness again.

He cut Buck off just in time, maneuvering them to stand face to face, Buck in the shadow, him in the dancing light of the nearest fire. Then he lowered his eyes with fluttering lashes, inviting blue eyes to follow.

Wild anticipation and fear coursed through him as he aroused himself. Then he reached up and trailed his free hand down Buck's arm, all the way to one of the nimble, loving hands, drawing it to him, inviting it to touch.

Buck's brow shot up - his mouth dropped open and he stammered silently. Then the generous lips thinned to a line under his mustache. He grabbed JD and pulled, hand shoving between them, long fingers cupping the unexpected offering to encourage the growing length.

They kissed, hard and fast and explosively.

Then JD, half-hard dick still in hand, was hustled to Buck's room, grinning at the mumbled, curse-laden, "It's about goddamn time…" that Buck left to trail after them.

IV

Vin groaned into his pillow. He tightened his arms, eyes clenched firmly shut and he continued to pretend not to hear.

The thumpa-thumpa-rhump.

The light, airy squeaking.

The grunts, matching one another in pace and growing urgency.

His heart bottomed out to fly somewhere beyond his outstretched feet when he heard the muffled, guttural moans of completion, one after the other in rapid succession.

Next came silence - deafening silence. It was filled with tension for Vin, jealousy and disbelief.

Then came the worst of all.

Talking, so low and murmured so quietly it was barely audible above the surf pounding outside their quarters. Laughter punctuated the talking, the particular sparkling kind that rides the languid giddiness of afterglow.

Vin opened his mouth and screamed into the pillow. Then he bit into it fiercely, cursing and cussing and wishing Ezra's usual pattern of never having visitors hadn't been broken.

**

The pounding had stronger rhythm this time.

A certainty and pace that told Vin it would be holding for a good while.

He laid in the darkness of his room, aware it was well past midnight but no idea when exactly, just that way too damn late twilight zone that normal people slept their way through.

His jaw ached, teeth held so tight together for the past day and a half.

His fingers ached, pillow held so tight over his sweaty face and unwilling ears.

His heart ached, held so tight against breaking.

"More," he heard. "Please…"

For whatever reason, that was it.

Vin threw the pillow with violent force. He jerked out of his bed, legs pivoting him to stand - he was already walking when his foot hit the floor.

He stormed down the short hall - eyes narrowing further that the damned door wasn't even all the way fucking closed.

"Oh God… more…"

Vin snarled, lip rippling in feral menace.

With a single, abrupt hand he pushed against the door and swung it wide. He could see everything - moonlight and hours of being in the dark made certain of that.

Kyle was on all fours on the bed, head down, short hair scratching the pillow. Ezra was pounding into him from behind, standing on the floor next to the bed, both hands curled around Kyle's hips. They were sideways on the bed now, the headboard no longer knocking against the wall.

Instead the bed had a different squeak, counter rhythm to the entangled men's harsh breaths.

Vin's eyes widened when Ezra's snapped open from their hooded laze to meet his, the greens so alive with arousal and surprise - and surprisingly, delight.

Kyle Lawson had arrived only that morning. Early. An old friend, Ezra had introduced him as. Vin had liked him well enough, got a good vibe off the man. He also acknowledged a rugged handsomeness in the ruddy features, the thatch of unruly reddish blond hair and muscular build, a tall strength to rival that of Josiah's. Kyle and Ezra looked to be around the same age, though Vin would guess Kyle the senior, that reddish hair showing glints of gray.

They'd greeted one another normally enough, handshake then a quick hug - Kyle had taken the full tour of camp AWOL, hadn't seemed to be in any hurry to have Ezra alone.

Then after breakfast the two had disappeared.

To do for the rest of the day - and into this night - exactly what Vin had heard since trailing after them by only minutes after breakfast… to do exactly what he was watching them do now.

His cock twitched in his gray sweat shorts.

His skin flushed, mottling with heat and the imagined touch of both men - Ezra in particular.

Green eyes beckoned, then Ezra changed pace. Enough for Kyle to lift his head, grinning at seeing Vin, striking face and pleasant ice-blue eyes unconcerned.

Kyle licked his lips several times then made an inviting hole out of them. He winked. Then waited.

Vin knew precisely what to do.

He approached without question, left hand grasping his ready hardness, right flipping the shorts down to inch to his feet as he walked. He left them behind, littering Ezra's expensive area rug.

Vin used his fingers to tease himself, spreading the anticipatory moisture across the tip of his cock with a thumb as he neared the bed and Kyle's mouth.

He didn't watch as his dick was sucked into greedy lips. His hands moved by instinct, one staying to help with the work of the blowjob, the other wrapping around Kyle's shoulder.

His eyes, he discovered, were for Ezra alone.

Vin gasped in a breath as he watched Ezra's body, strong form moving in purposeful undulation, the actions causing Kyle to surround him further then retreat by turns.

Shit it was good. Damn good. It'd been too long since he'd had someone who knew what they were doing suck him off.

His head rolled back but he kept looking out of the slits of his eyes, holding Ezra's gaze, smiling back when Ezra's lips curled in a bone-melting grin.

He pushed into and out of Kyle, savoring the wet sounds of obvious enjoyment the man was making as his erection was devoured. Soon enough he and Ezra had set up a matching cadence, one pushing then the other, again and again and again, riding Kyle in counter-sync as they each fucked an end.

It wasn't long and Vin was coming.

Hard and deep and shattering to his reason and nerves.

He knew Kyle came because the man's teeth bit too hard. The pinching pain only added to the pleasure in the moment, Vin's orgasm heightened as he filled that generous mouth.

Vin watched Ezra trip over then release - took in every last detail as his friend unfurled, wanting to know exactly how the man looked so he could make it happen again and again and be sure he'd done it right.

Ezra's eyes closed, gleaming body curling over Kyle, the two tangling onto the mattress.

Vin's legs didn't work anymore either.

He let himself drop as well.

Warm, powerful arms found him, dragging him close.

Musk and sweat and spunk surrounded him, sea mist clouding in to refresh the room now and again.

He murmured incoherently when something was whispered next to him, then, incredibly, he was sharing that low, satisfied laughter.

Vin oozed down and away, easily falling asleep.

***

Vin grinned and snuggled closer to Ezra.

They'd had their own day and a half in bed.

His grin bent wicked - well, longer than that, now.

Kyle had returned home only a day after arriving - called away on a job, gone back into the sky in the same way he'd arrived, a small Catalina he'd piloted himself.

Vin and Ezra had seen him off, the rest of the team a few steps behind as they waved.

They'd traded handshakes and hugs - Kyle had flashed a lascivious grin and had whispered low about looking forward to his next visit. Then friendly eyes had leveled at Vin, a brow perking with easy humor when he'd added 'if you're willing to share, that is.'

He'd fought the initial idea of growling and telling Kyle to forget it - then he'd remembered the way they'd spent the past few days, covered in each other's essences - filthy, stretched, spent, totally sated, wonderfully debauched with no secret left uncovered - and he knew he couldn't deny it.

Even if by the next visit Ezra would be, technically, his.

It seemed only fair; Kyle had shared far more than Vin could ever have expected.

He and Ezra had taken in a leisurely lunch with the team after Kyle's plane had disappeared against the far clouds, then they'd shut themselves in their barrack and hadn't emerged since.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

Vin's brows knit. He rubbed his cheek absently against Ezra's hair - it smelled of his come and designer shampoo. He smiled.

Then he remembered to hum lightly.

Ezra chuckled. "Kyle is a good friend, but only that. We've battled together - I trust him with my life. When we discovered we had so much… in common… well, it was only natural to use that friendship and trust for enjoyment and release."

Vin blinked when Ezra levered over him. He lifted his hands, tracing Ezra's face lightly then skimmed down the graceful neck, fingers tickling over a chest scratchy-slick with dried sweat and remnants of all they'd been doing together.

Finally he shrugged. He got what Ezra was leading to.

"Didn't wanna die just yet. Figured not telling you was the better part of valor."

His heart melted when Ezra's face bunched in a thoughtful expression, green eyes knowing all too well the desperate position he'd thought himself hopelessly stuck within.

Vin shuddered when Ezra grinned. He moaned when talented lips bit slowly across his collarbone then up his neck.

"So you know," Ezra whispered heatedly, "I do plan on killing you."

He tensed then tried to relax - then Vin waited for more words.

Hot laughter chased up into his ear.

"Small, devastating deaths - meted out again and again and again…"

Ezra burred 'again' without cease as he nibbled and teased Vin's flesh. Their lips came even and then Vin was being eaten whole.

A long time later Ezra pulled away. "So you know," he warned with the same words on a cocky grin and a long, thickened drawl, "I do plan for this… assignation… to be pursued into the end of our days."

Vin shifted and opened his legs. His started thrusting with his hips, seeking Ezra's erection to rub against his own. It was accomplished quickly, his lover just as eager to be there as he so breathlessly needed it.

"Startin' now," Vin half asked within his command. He grinned, eyes twitching when he clenched his ass muscles, cooled wetness from Ezra's earlier attentions shifting within him in reaction, his loosened body responding to the internal stimulation.

Ezra kissed him softly. A hand snaked between them, taking his cock in a tight, almost painful grasp. Vin slithered and panted - it felt so good.

"Most definitely starting now," Ezra whispered against him.

They started moving again and the world fell away, Vin easily forgetting all else.

End