Title: Sugar
Author: Gil Grissom
Pairing: Buck Wilmington/Chris Larabee
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Han’s not the only Clan member who runs around with something in their mouth.
Chris Larabee liked to think he was a very patient man. Sure, he had no time for abusive assholes, and he’d much rather punch a corrupt motherfucker in the throat rather than look at them, but for the most part, Chris thought he was pretty chill. Zen-like even.
Of course, his Clan members liked to test his resolve on maintaining his zen-like bearing, but it was rare that they could make him crack, especially after living so long in each other’s pockets. It helped that his Mate was one of the most laid-back and even-tempered people on the entire planet. Vin’s feathers just didn’t ruffle unless the circumstances were extreme… Or, admittedly, if he was in the bedroom and Ezra was involved. Which, Chris didn’t blame him because Ezra could do things with his mouth that would have the most stoic of men babbling and begging inside of a minute.
Anyway, zen. Patience. Stoicism in the face of utter stupidity and ridiculousness. He had it all in spades, and he was pretty sure he could maintain it all for literal years outside of certain circumstances, meaning dealing with abusive assholes and corrupt motherfuckers, and of course his own Mate, because Vin could incite passion and bone-deep love and a fierce protectiveness within him at any given time. Or all the time, really, but he’d learned to be pretty chill about that too.
But there were always exceptions to the general rules of life, and he was no different. His exception came in the size and shape of his best friend, a man who he’d known since Buck was eighteen and who he’d eventually Turned when Buck had asked for it. Buck knew him like no one else in the world, save Chris’ own Mate, and perhaps even Buck’s own Mate. Ezra had been with them so long, he was pretty sure he had zero secrets, tells, or quirks that Ezra wasn’t aware of.
But Buck… Buck knew how to get under his skin and drive him crazy in ways that not even Vin bothered with. Knew what he liked and how to get his motor revving, how to make his zen-mode crack and fall to pieces at his feet. And he could do it all while walking around innocently, like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.
And Buck’s mouth was what was currently bothering the hell out of him. More to the point, what Buck was doing with his mouth.
It was…seasonably warm. About the average for the time of year in New Mexico and maybe a little lower than usual, where the summer-fall weather was fading toward regular fall gradually, even though it was a week before Thanksgiving, and a few days before their scheduled departure to the ranch in Mexico. That day, Ezra and Vin were taking care of business off the ranch in preparation for them being gone for a couple of months.
Which left him with Buck, who was taking advantage of the residual heat and Chris’ last bit of patience by indulging in the consumption of a popsicle. Not just any, one of the big ones that looked kind of like a rocket that was made by some of the locals. Bigger in length and width than anything you could find in the stores nowadays, red and white in color, which made Buck’s lips sinfully red on top of everything.
It wouldn’t normally be so bad…except Buck had remained in his field of vision the entire time he fellated not one, not two, but three of the damned things, the third of which he was currently licking a stripe, from bottom to top because the damn thing was dripping everywhere, melting from the combination of the air temperature and the heat of Buck’s tongue, not to mention whatever was wafting off Chris himself.
And then the asshole nearly deep-throated the entire damn thing and Chris glared, trying to decide between jumping him and throttling him. He settled for huffing and tossing his pen on the table in front of him.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough of those damn things? It’s a good thing you’re a Vampire, or you’d be slipping into a diabetic coma from all the damn sugar.”
Buck stared him straight in the eye as he slowly pulled his mouth off the damn bit of frozen water and flavored sugar and licked his lips. “It’s good. And you’re just jealous it’s not your dick.” He waved the popsicle a bit and drops of red flicked around the porch. “I’d offer you some but you don’t like them.”
“No, I can’t say that I’m all that fond of frozen sugar water, but you go right ahead. And stop dripping that thing all over the damn place. You’ll attract ants.”
Buck hummed and flicked his tongue around the tip of the popsicle, laughing when Chris rolled his eyes and proceeded to ignore him – and his cock, which was all on board Buck’s idiocy – as best he could, determined to finish the last bit of paperwork he had to do before they left.
Another twenty minutes and he was done, Buck nowhere to be seen. Chris hadn’t noticed him leaving, so he shrugged inwardly and headed inside, dropping everything off in the appropriate places in the office before heading upstairs so he could think about packing the little he needed.
He stopped short when he found Buck on his bed, completely naked and fondling his cock, smirking at him. “I didn’t expect to see you in here,” Chris said as he finished walking into the room and closing the door behind him.
“What can I say? I got tired of sucking on ice and decided I wanted to get my mouth on something far more interesting.” Buck raised his eyebrows. “You game?”
Chris couldn’t help but smile a little as he started unbuttoning his shirt. “I think I can be persuaded. You’ve been driving me nuts for hours, you asshole.”
Buck laughed. “It’s fun to watch you try and act like you’re not affected in the least. Makes me even more determined to get a reaction.”
“Well, you got one, and not just from me. Literally everyone who walked by the porch knew exactly what you were doing.” Chris had heard more than a few snorts and laughs as people had gone by as they were tending to their duties. Buck was many things, but subtle had never really been one of them.
“I could practically hear the eye rolls,” Buck replied cheerfully. “Now finish getting your kit off so you can come over here and let me suck your cock.”
“I’m not sure you deserve the privilege after that display, but I feel like I’d be punishing myself far more.” Chris sat on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes and socks, ignoring Buck when he crawled over and started nipping at the back of his neck. He was never going to get his damn work boot unlaced otherwise, because somehow he’d managed to get it in a knot.
He huffed and turned his head to glare at him. “You’re not helping here.”
“Wasn’t meaning to be a help. How’d you manage that?” Buck asked, peering over his shoulder and looking down at his boot.
“No idea,” he said, finally giving up for the moment, since the lace was at least loose enough at the top to wiggle his foot out. He tossed the boot off to the side. “I’ll figure it out later.”
Chris stood back up and shimmied out of his jeans before climbing onto the bed and pressing Buck back into the pillows. “I believe I was promised your mouth on me.”
Buck blinked up at him. “I don’t remember promising anything of the kind…” He laughed when Chris growled and flashed his eyes at him and pulled Chris down into a kiss while hooking his leg over his hip.
Chris gave him what he wanted and lowered himself until their bodies were flush together. “You’re so damn pretty,” he murmured when they broke their kiss.
Buck grinned up at him. “I like being the pretty one.”
“You’re always the pretty one, especially now that that mustache isn’t half-hiding that gorgeous smile of yours.”
Buck moved suddenly and Chris found himself on his back and he laughed while regaining his equilibrium. Buck kissed his mouth briefly before he began biting and mouthing his way down Chris’ body, not stopping anywhere for too long, clearly determined to reach his intended target. Still, he hit all the right spots to get Chris interested and his cock, which had still been half-hard when he’d walked into the room, was now fully erect and practically begging for attention.
Chris groaned as Buck wrapped his hand around the base to hold him steady and flattened his tongue to run it across the head of Chris’ cock in one broad stroke. Then he ducked down to lick a stripe up the back before taking the head into his mouth and sucking gently.
“You’re a damn tease,” Chris said, dropping his head back and growling a little when Buck pulled off.
“Only a tease if I don’t get you off, baby. Just enjoy the ride, you impatient asshole.”
Chris huffed a little laugh and made a go-ahead motion with one hand. He hummed softly and rested his hand in Buck’s hair as Buck’s tongue flicked across his slit before sucking him back in again, working his mouth down a little more every time before pulling back up to tease at the head.
As much as he loved watching Buck, Chris closed his eyes and let himself feel it as Buck worked over his cock, the curls of pleasure slowly building deep in his groin, nearly thrusting up when Buck finally deepthroated him but not wanting to choke him even if he didn’t need to breathe.
He groaned and spread his legs wider when he felt slick fingers tease at his hole, the scent of Buck’s favorite lube wafting towards his nose. He took the two fingers easily and Buck, knowing his body better than just about anyone, zeroed in directly on his prostate, knowing exactly where and how to stroke him for maximum effect.
Pleasure coiled up tightly as his very sensitive prostate was worked over in concert with his cock and he nearly whited out as his orgasm was practically ripped out of him. Chris panted and trembled as Buck eased up on him, fingers teasing more at the rim of his hole while he gently mouthed at Chris’ cock until it became too much and Chris tugged on his hair to get him to let off.
Buck crawled up to press against Chris’ side, his own erection brushing up against Chris’ hip. “You good?”
“Damn good. Give me a minute to recover and I’ll help you out with that,” he said, reaching down to run his fingers over Buck’s dick.
“In no hurry. I know you’ll get me there,” Buck said, kissing him languidly. “Vin’s gonna be sorry he missed that. He always likes watching you come that hard.”
Chris snorted and tugged Buck so he was sprawled on top of him. He ran his hands down Buck’s back and cupped his ass. “We can have an encore just for him and Ez later.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that.”
LMAO! Good one, Gil!
—Naj 😀 ♥️♥️
LOLOL, enjoyable readin Gil! Thank you.