Sequel to: Surviving (Chapter 08)

Ezra blinked his eyes opened and tried to remember where he was. He shivered as he felt a hairy leg brush up against the back of his thigh and smiled as he remembered he was in Vin's bed. Turning over he rested on his elbow and lifted the cover and looked at his lover. Ezra took in everything. His long narrow feet. His shapely calves and strong thighs. Ezra's eyes lingered on Vin's penis for a moment then traveled up past the sexiest belly button he'd ever seen. Over his flat tapered stomach and slightly hairy chest. Looking up Ezra suddenly grinned as he saw Vin smiling at him.

Without a word Ezra leaned closer and took Vin's lips in a deep sensual kiss. "Sorry about last night," he said after a moment.

"It's all right. I needed last night as much as you did," Vin told him and tried to pull him closer.

Ezra resisted and began to kiss, nip, and licked his way down Vin's body stopping only to pay close attention to his belly button making Vin squirm and moan for a few minutes before finally taking him in his mouth. Ezra had him gripping the sheets tightly in his hands and just as Vin was about to pop he pulled away.

"Ez ... ra," Vin panted and began rubbing himself against him as Ezra kissed his way back up his body.

Ezra bit at his lips and said in husky Southerner voice that almost had Vin coming then, "Take me Vin. Make me yours."

Wrapping his arms and legs around him Vin turned them over and reached for the lube. He inserted one, two, and finally three fingers in Ezra and began to prepare him.

The Southerner writhed and moaned. "Now Vin. Take me now," he pleaded.

Vin reached for the condom and reminded himself to go slow. With the condom in place he knelt between Ezra's legs and positioned them on his shoulders. Once Vin had breeched Ezra's opening he stopped so as not to hurt him, but Ezra arched his back and thrust forward impaling himself on Vin causing him to groan deep in his throat.

"I'm not hurting you am I?" he had to ask.

Ezra clenched his inner muscles around him and whispered, "Does that answer your question."

That was all it took for Vin to lose what was left of his control and he began to drive himself back and forth inside Ezra trying to get deeper and deeper. Leaning down he kissed Ezra and trapped his erection between them. Vin felt Ezra wrap his legs around his waist and clutched him tighter against him. Before too long they both tensed for a moment then trembled and swallowed each others screams as wave after wave of pleasure washed over them leaving them boneless.

Vin collapsed on top of Ezra and just lay there trying to recover from the most intense orgasm of his life. Finally he rolled over and withdrew from Ezra.

The Texan reached over and gave Ezra long slow kiss. "God, Ezra that was ..." Vin started to say more but sucked in a ragged breath as the Southerner took his nipple in his mouth.

Ezra grinned at him and said, "Yes, it was."

Ezra lay with his head on Vin's chest listening to his heartbeat and was almost overcome by the sense of contentment that settled throughout him. Vin's heart finally slowed and Ezra knew that he'd fallen asleep, but for some reason sleep eluded him. Glancing at the window, he frowned as he saw that the sun was just beginning to come up. Ezra couldn't remember the last time he'd beaten the sun up.

With a sigh he realized that he would not be going back to sleep now. Ezra smiled as Vin tightened his hold on him when he tried to pull away. Finally on the third try he succeeded. Getting to his feet, Ezra pulled on a pair of jeans, that Vin must have gotten for him last night. He unlocked and opened the door then closed it behind him and made his way down the stairs.

Stepping into the kitchen, he quickly made a pot of coffee. While he waited for the coffee, he removed the bandage from his arm and threw it in the trash. Looking at the fifteen neat stitches Ezra hoped this would be his last gun shot wound. Glancing down he frowned at the various scars that adorned his chest. Like Vin, one in particular always captured and held his attention. Ezra unconsciously rubbed the jagged reminder of a time he'd rather forget.

He could see imagines closing in on him and with a determination that saved his life Ezra pushed them away. Needing something to do he reached up and got a cup then poured some coffee. With his cup in his hand he stepped out onto the porch and walked to the far end and sat down on the steps to enjoy the morning.

Vin stretched, turned over, and reached for Ezra only he didn't find him. For one wild second he lived in fear that it had all been a dream. Sitting up flung the covers aside and pulled on a pair of jeans and hurried after Ezra. One of these morning Vin was going to wake up and actually find Ezra in his bed and his arms. Only the enticing smell of coffee was able to stop him. Pouring himself a cup Vin stepped out onto the porch and came to a stop as he saw Ezra sitting with his elbows resting on his bent knees with his head in his hands.

Not wanting to intrude Vin gave serious thought to just going back inside, but he desperately needed to be at least near Ezra. He stood there a few minutes trying to make up his mind and must have made some kind of noise because Ezra looked up and over at him. That out stretched hand was all the invitation Vin needed.

"Morning, Green Eyes," Vin said and took the offered hand.

"Mmmm, morning Blue Eyes," Ezra replied as Vin sat directly behind him and placed his legs between both of Ezra and pressed his naked chest up against Ezra's naked back. "Sorry if I woke you," he said.

"Missed ya. That's what woke me," Vin told him then kissed him on the back of the neck then rested his chin on Ezra's left shoulder. They sat there for a long time without saying a word simply enjoying the feel of each other. Glancing down Vin saw that jagged scar and asked, "What happened here Ezra?" Then wished he hadn't said a word as he felt him tense.

"Something I'd r..rather not talk about r..right now," Ezra told him with a catch in his voice. "Ask me again later."

Instead of answering, Vin tightened in hold telling Ezra he understood. Wanting to lighten the mood he tried to think of something to say and with a grin said, "Can I asked ya something else Ezra?"

"You can ask me anything you want," he replied after a couple of seconds.

"Will ya tell me truth?"

"Will the truth hurt you?" Ezra countered.

"The truth never hurts Ezra. It only sting for a little while," Vin told him. "I want you to always tell me the truth ... no matter what."

"In that case, then yes, I'll tell you the truth even if it stings," Ezra reassured him.

"Great. Uhm ... Do you think ... I have a ... skinny ass?"

"What?!"

"Do ya think I have a skinny ass?"

Ezra turned and looked at him with a big smile on his face. "That's what I thought you said," he replied then got to his feet and pulled Vin to his. Turning him around Ezra said, "Well now as sexy as it looks in these jeans I think ... I really have to see it without them."

Vin shivered as Ezra pressed up against his back and reached around for the buttons of his jeans. He placed his hand over Ezra's stopping him. "Chris and Josiah will be up any second now ..."

"So will I," the Southerner told him and pushed his groin into Vin's ass. Turning Vin around Ezra pushed him back down so that he was sitting on the porch. Then nudged him back so that he was laying on his back. Ezra then trailed his fingers across his face and gave him a quick kiss. "I love your ass Vin. It's perfect," he said. "And I love your eyes. Your nose. Your ears," he kissed each item as he named them. Then with a smile continued, "And for some strange reason I find myself strangely attracted to your belly button."

Vin whimpered and then moaned as Ezra began to kiss and nibbled on his navel. Never had he ever had anyone kiss him there. Never had he had anyone invoke the reactions that Ezra did.

"Do you want to know what I love most of all? What excites me? What makes my pulse race and my palms sweat?"

The Texan found that he could not speak for the lump in his throat and enthusiastically nodded his head.

"You," Ezra simply told him. "It's you, Vin. All of you. I," he stopped and cleared his throat then continued in a whispered, "I love you."

"Really?" Vin managed to croak out.

"Really. I ... think it started that first day," Ezra confessed. Then with tears in his eyes said, "You c..complete me Vin. I'm only half a man w..without you."

With tears in his own eyes Vin said, "I love you, too, Ezra Standish. I'm nothing without you." Vin pulled him down on top of him and sealed their love with a soul-searching kiss.

Ezra pulled back and grinned down at him and asked, "So now, will you let me see your ass?"

Vin laughed and ran his hands down Ezra's back then cupped his ass in his hands. "Later," he promised and pulled him closer so he could kiss him again, but Ezra turned his head.

"Later?"

"Yes, later. Now quit moving and kiss me."

"Kiss you? What about your brothers?"

"Ewww! I don't want to kiss my brothers," Vin told him and made a face.

Ezra laughed and pulled back even more. "How badly do you want to kiss me?"

"Very, very badly."

"Well, you'll have to catch me first!" he cried and jumped to his feet and raced into the yard.

Vin sat up and grinned, "Oh, you want to play do ya!"

Josiah laughed as he watched his friend and his brother chase each other around the yard. He was glad that they'd found each other. Josiah remembered Vin saying that he loved a challenge and Ezra was the kind of challenge that lasted a lifetime. They were perfect for each other. Ezra gave Vin someone to focus all his attention on and Vin gave Ezra hope.

"Do you think he'll be happy here?" Chris asked as he came and stood beside him.

He shrugged and poured himself a cup of coffee before answering. "I think Ezra will be happy so long as Vin is. And so long as they're together it won't matter where or what they do."

"If they don't kill each other first," he said with a grin as they saw Vin tackle Ezra to the ground only to have Ezra wrap his legs around him and flip them over so that the Southerner was now on top.

Josiah took a sip of his coffee and sighed. Reaching up he grabbed a cup for Chris and poured him some. "Here try this?"

"No way, Vin probably made it."

"No, I can promise you that Vin did not make this coffee."

Chris took a tentative taste and then quickly took a bigger sip. "Damn, that's good! Who made this? Ezra?"

"It had to have been."

Glancing back out the window they saw that Vin now had Ezra pinned, but Ezra didn't seem to mind at all. Turning away they gave the two men some privacy.

"Do have any more friends like Ezra?"

Josiah raised one eyebrow at him and asked, "Why?"

"No! Men don't interest me like that!" Chris assured him a shake of his head. "I don't mean gay. I meant ... stubborn, suspicious, and well ... you know ... like Ezra," he told him with an impatient wave of his hand.

"I know what you're saying Chris," Josiah replied with a laugh. "And believe me when I say that there is no one else like him. Ezra is definitely one of a kind."

"Things certainly haven't been the same since he arrived."

With a grin the older man said, "Well, now Ezra does like to make an impression."

Chris laughed and poured them each another cup and said, "Here, help me drink this before the others get up."

Continued in Ezra's Revenge