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Sequel to: Where You Lead

Buck and JD pressed themselves against the wall and ducked behind a file cabinet as they heard the door opening. The two men were in hiding. Actually they feared for their lives.

After they'd returned from lunch they started horsing around as usual and had accidently bumped Vin's bike sending it tumbling over into Chris's truck. Chris's brand new truck. Barely a month old.

The two mischief-makers froze then very quickly and carefully righted Vin's bike, breathing a sigh of relief when no noticeable damage could be seen on it. However, their relief was short lived and soon turned to horror as they saw the long scratch on the door of Chris's truck.

"Oh, shit!" They both swore then took off running. Hence their current hiding place in the records room.

The sound of Vin's voice had them tensing and hardly even daring to breathe. But as they listened in on the conversation their mouths fell open in shock.

"So, we still on for tonight," Vin asked, as an unseen hand brushed an arrant curl from Ezra's head.

"Most certainly," Ezra assured him, fixing the turned up on Vin's shirt.

"Great! I want to go first ..."

"Absolutely not!"

"Ah, come on Ez. You know I don't I like the bottom ..."

"I've haven't heard you complain before now," Ezra told him. "Besides, it's my turn!"

"Ain't complaining. I just do better on the top and anyway, you're good in either position ..."

"As are you." They heard Ezra say.

"But I'm not as good as you. I can't maneuver as well on the bottom ... "

"You're only saying that because you want the top position ..."

"The view's better from the top ..."

"This is true," Ezra agreed. "Okay, Vin I'll let you top ..."

"Thanks ..."

"Not so fast my long-haired friend," Ezra interrupted. "I'll only let you top if I get first choice ..."

"What? No way!"

"Fine. Then I'm on top ..."

They heard Vin loudly sigh. "Okay! Okay! Deal."

"Excellent!" Ezra cried. "Now then did you remember to bring a change of clothes?"

"Dammit! I knew I forgot something," Vin grumbled.

"Vin you know we'll be at it most of the night ..."

"I know. Tell ya what I'll run home after work and grab some clothes while you get everything set up," Vin suggested.

"I'll do better than that and pick up a pizza ..."

"With hot peppers?"

"Yes, with hot peppers ..."

Buck and JD stared at each other as the door opened and the voices trailed off.

"What ya suppose they're up to?" JD asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" Buck shook his head. "I never would have believed it."

"What?"

"That those two are riding the same pony," Buck told him. He then ran a hand through his hair at JD's confused look. "Like the same toys ... Tangling the sheets ... Dipping the wick ... Laying pipe ... Sowin' wild oats ... Bumping boots ... Doing the horizontal tango," he tried several.

JD continued to frown even though he knew exactly what Buck was talking about. "What are you trying to say Buck?"

Buck groaned and slapped himself on the forehead. "Sex, JD! They're having sex!"

"With who?"

At that question Buck turned and banged his head on the wall a couple of times, totally missing JD's grin.

"JD," Buck began, then heaved a nervous sigh, as if he wasn't sure how to proceed. The sound of laughter had him looking up and as he realized that he was being conned he reached over and popped JD on the back of the head.

"I got you!" JD crowed. "Oh, you should have seen your face!"

"Ha, ha," Buck rolled his eyes. "What are we gonna do?"

"It isn't any of our business," JD pointed out. "Besides, it's not like either Ezra nor Vin are gay. They have to be talking about something else."

"Yeah," Buck agreed. "But what all that talk about tops and bottoms?"

JD shrugged and said, "Well, maybe we should pay them a visit tonight."

"Yeah," Buck grinned.

They both jumped as the door suddenly opened and took a collective step back as they saw who it was.

"What are you two doing in here?" Chris asked, as he stepped further into the room.

Buck's mind went blank, all he could think of was the scratch on Chris's new truck. Then the conversation him and JD overheard came to mind and he wondered if he should tell Chris.

"We came looking for a file," JD told him, remembering what Ezra told him. If you believe then they'll believe.

"Didn't you find it?" Chris wondered and looked at his oldest friend.

"No," JD shook his head. "We walked all the down here only to remember that Josiah has it."

Chris absently nodded his head at that. "Buck, you okay?"

Buck opened his mouth only to have Chris interrupt him.

"I need a ride home tonight," the blonde said.

"Sure, but why?" Buck asked, speaking for the first time.

"Some kid crashed a buggy into my truck and scratched the hell out of it so I'm getting it repainted this afternoon," Chris told him, then returned the file he'd borrowed, missing the two happy grins of relief on the other two men.

"So?" Chris asked, as he turned back around.

"So, what?"

"So, are you going to tell me what's really going on?"

Buck dropped his shoulders and sighed, gave JD a look and asked, "How well do you know Vin?"

Of all the things Chris knew to expect, that wasn't one of them. "Pretty well. Why?"

"Well, you see JD and I were in here looking for that file," Buck said, keeping with the story JD had told. "When we heard Vin and Ezra coming ..."

"So we hid thinking that maybe we could scare them," JD put in.

"Yeah," Buck grinned. "But then we overheard them talking and ..."

"And?" Chris pushed, when Buck fell silent. Then his eyes widened as Buck told him what they'd heard and managing to once again surprise him.

"I know what it sounds like," Buck told him. "And I know it's not true, but it does make you wonder just what they are up to."

"You're right," Chris agreed.

"'Bout what?" Buck questioned, with a frown.

"About the wondering," Chris replied.

"Well, we figured we'd pay Ezra a visit tonight and find out for ourselves. 'Course, we'll have to give them time to ... get started with whatever they are doing," JD told him.

"Good thinking, JD," Chris nodded. "Count me in."

"What about Josiah and Nathan? Do we tell them?" Buck wondered.

"Let me handle them," Chris told him.

"Does it matter if they are ..." JD left the question opened.

Chris thought for a long minute then said, "It might, JD. It might."

"Mr. Tanner," Ezra whispered, tossing him a note.

Vin glanced up as a folded up piece of paper landed on the file he was reading. Picking it up he opened it, read it, and frowned. Looking at his friend and lover Vin shook his head, no.

"Are you sure?" Ezra continued to whisper.

"Ezra," Vin began only to be shushed by Ezra. Picking up his pen he quickly wrote something down on the note he was holding then tossed it back.

Ezra opened it and sighed in relief. His relief however was short lived, because if he didn't have anything in his teeth then why was everyone watching him and giving him funny looks.

Vin rolled his eyes at his contrary, but handsome lover and returned to what he was doing. After a couple of minutes he got the feeling that he was being watched and looked up only have everyone suddenly look away.

'What the hell?' he thought. 'Maybe I have something in my teeth,' he wondered. Then scooted down low in his chair so that he could nudge Ezra's foot with his own.

When Ezra looked up, Vin pointed to his own teeth and then frowned, as Ezra shook his head, no.

'What the hell's going on?' Both men silently asked each other, then shrugged, as neither knew.

As soon as quitting time rolled around Vin and Ezra were the first ones out the door.

"Here," Ezra said, thrusting a key at him as soon as they reached the Jag. He'd had an extra key made the Tuesday after Labor Day, nearly three months ago and had been waiting for an opportunity to present it to Vin. Now seemed as good a time as any.

"You're giving me a key," Vin whispered, unable to believe his luck and shoved it in his pocket before Ezra changed his mind.

"Yes, well," he gave a shy shrug of his shoulders, "it is a little cool out and besides by the time I stop to get the beer and pick up the pizza you should be at my house."

"Oh," Vin uttered, unable to keep the disappointment out of his voice, "so you'll want it back."

"No, no I don't," Ezra softly informed him.

"Good," he beamed at him for a second then offered, "I'll get things set up."

"That'll be great," Ezra grinned.

"'k. I'll see you in a little bit," Vin told him.

Ezra nodded.

Their five friends and team members watched from the shadows. Neither wanting to believe what they had just witnessed.

"That was a key wasn't it," JD stated.

"That's what it looked like," Nathan agreed.

"Why would Ezra give Vin a key?" Buck questioned.

"It could be totally innocent," Josiah reminded them.

Chris snorted at that. "Nothing Ezra and Vin do is ever innocent," he countered, causing them all to grin in agreement.

"Now in their defense Ezra did say that he was going to pick them up something to eat, so maybe he offered Vin the key so he wouldn't get cold," JD rambled out.

"You could be right," Josiah nodded in a thoughtful manner.

"Well I say we go get us a bite to eat and then go pay them boys a visit," Buck suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," Chris said.

Vin heard Ezra's car and hurried to the door and opened it just as Ezra stepped up to it and teased him, "Honey, you're home."

Ezra laughed, walked past him, and set the pizza on the dining room table.

Vin closed the door then followed Ezra and wrapped his arms around Ezra's waist.

"Did you have any trouble setting it up?" Ezra asked, placing his hands on top of his lover's.

"Nope. None at all," Vin told him. "We must have been doing something wrong at my place. Everything plugged right in and came on just like it's suppose to."

"Did you play without me?"

"I was tempted, but no," Vin confessed, then began nuzzling the side of Ezra's neck. "All I did was get everything ready."

"Good, then let's eat so we can get to the fun stuff," Ezra grinned, then turned and gave him a sweet kiss.

"Sunshine," Vin moaned, "let's forget the food and go straight for the fun stuff."

"I'd love to, but something tells me that we're going to have company," Ezra said, even as he tugged Vin's shirt from his jeans.

"You really think the guys are gonna come here?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, me too," Vin sighed. Then just to get a reaction, he lowered his head and licked Ezra on the nose. "What?" he asked at the look on his face.

"Don't lick me on the nose ..."

"Why not?"

"'Cause it's gross ..."

"Ezra," Vin laughed, "you've put my dick in your mouth ... the same dick that's been up your ass ... and you think my licking your nose is gross ..."

Ezra snickered and buried his red face in Vin's neck. "That's different," he said between giggles.

"How?" Vin loved seeing Ezra like this. Laughter lit up his green eyes and his cheeks had a hint of color in them.

"I don't know," he laughed and gave Vin a quick kiss. "But having someone lick my nose bothers me. Just like someone licking your toes bothers you."

Vin grinned then shuddered at the mere thought of someone licking his toes. "No wonder we fell in love Ezra ... we're made for each other."

"That we are," Ezra agreed with a wide smile, "Muffin. Gumdrop. Sugarplum. Pudding."

"What's that, your shopping list?" Vin smirked.

"No, I'm trying out pet names ..."

"Ezra I hate to tell you this but those aren't nick names," he informed him with a raised eyebrow.

"Not nick names ... pet names," Ezra corrected.

"What's the difference?"

"Nick names are epithets that friends and/or co-workers stick on you," Ezra gave him a knowing look, "you know like ... Ez."

Vin laughed at that.

"Now, pet names are given by lovers or sweethearts and are private ... special," he explained.

"Like Sunshine ..."

"Like Sunshine," Ezra agreed with a soft smile on his face.

"Okay," Vin said with an equally soft smile on his face. "Are those the only names you've come up with?"

"No, I have a few more to try out," Ezra told him with a teasing glint in his eyes. "Cupcake?"

"Well, keep trying," he quipped, pulling away and heading for the kitchen. "'Cause there's no way in hell you're calling me that."

"Pumpkin?"

Vin snorted and shook his head as he took a couple of plates from the dish drainer.

"Sweetcheeks?" Ezra couldn't help, but grin at the look Vin shot his way. "Fine! Then tell me what you want me to call you ..."

"How about Vin?" he suggested, bumping Ezra's hip with his own as he went back into the other room.

"I want to give you a pet name as well," Ezra whined.

Vin set the plates down and drew his lover into his arms. "Ezra I don't care about having a pet name. You can call me whatever you want ... within reason," he told him then gave him a kiss. "Something will come to you, just give it time. Now," he reached down, grabbed Ezra's ass, and gave it a squeeze, "go change your clothes so we can eat."

"Okay ..."

"Put on those faded jeans," Vin told him in a husky voice, "you know the ones that hug your hips."

"Like those do you?" Ezra teased, slipping his hands into the back of Vin's jeans.

"Oh, yeah, I like," Vin whispered.

"Then I'd better go and change," he slowly removed his hands and began unbuttoning his shirt as he backed away.

"Oh, are you going to get it later," Vin warned.

"I'm counting on it," Ezra boasted.

Two hours later, Chris and the others stood outside Ezra's townhouse and just as Chris was about to knock on the door their eyes widened as they heard Vin cry out Ezra's name in excitement.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this," JD suggested, sounding a little nervous.

"Kid's got a point," Buck said.

"What ever is going on in there isn't any of our business," Nathan pointed out.

"Nathan's got a point," Buck agreed.

"Well since we're here I say we find out what's going on," Josiah told them. "'Cause if we continue to stare at them like we did today ... they're liable to shoot us."

"Josiah's got a point," Buck nodded his head, reached over and rang the doorbell then quickly darting behind the older man.

"Dammit, Buck," Chris swore.

"What?" Buck shrugged his shoulders. "We're men of action and talking wasn't getting us anywhere."

"Well, action man, what are you doing hiding behind Josiah?" Chris quipped.

Buck snorted and said, "I ain't stupid."

They all tensed as the door began to open.

"Gentlemen?" Ezra frowned, but didn't look surprise to see them. "What are you doing here?"

Chris narrowed his eyes as he noticed that Ezra only wore a pair of jeans and that he wasn't inviting them in. "What are you doing here?" he asked then swore as he realized what he said.

"I live here," Ezra carefully replied.

"What about Vin?"

"What about him?"

"Oh, cut the crap, Ezra," Chris told him. "We know Vin's here ..."

Instead of replying verbally Ezra promptly shut the door. They could hear mumbling but could not make out what was being said. Then the door once again opened and Ezra motioned for them to come inside.

Once inside they came to a collective stop as they saw Vin only wearing jeans as well, but what brought a frown to their faces was the fact that Vin was wiping some kind of white milky looking substance from his stomach.

"Hey, fellas," Vin said. "What's wrong with them?" he asked as the others just stood there.

Ezra merely shrugged. "Did you get it off?"

"Yeah, it coming off real easy like ..."

"Not you," Ezra corrected. "The floor. You better hope it doesn't stain ..."

"It's a vanilla milkshade Ez," Vin reminded him. "I ain't never known vanilla to stain."

That statement brought a sigh of relief to the five men. Four of the five men jumped as their youngest suddenly cried out in excitement, "Oh, is that, that new racing game they've been advertising on TV?!"

"Yes, it is," Ezra told him with a grin. "It's quite entertaining."

"You can choose what you want to race ... cars, trucks, even motorcycles. It even shows the damage done whenever you hit the wall ..."

"Or your opponent," Ezra interrupted.

"Yeah, you gotta watch Ez, though JD, he likes to run ya off the road," Vin warned them. Then went to sit back down on the floor when he remembered the mess he made. "Hey, Ez, get me a towel. The floor's wet ..."

"Yes, and whose fault is that? And get your own towel. You know where they are," he told him.

"I'll get it," Nathan volunteered.

"It ain't my fault the cup had a hole in it," Vin pointed out.

"Whose fault is that it was here in the first place," Ezra countered. "Why you bought a milkshake when you knew I was bringing home beer is beyond me."

"I wanted a milkshake so I got one."

Chris silently watched as Vin and Ezra argued, sounding like an old married couple. The word couple brought to mind why him and the others were here. So with narrowed eyes Chris observed the two men and although he could see how close the two had become he didn't pick up on anything ... sexual. All he saw was friendship.

But then again, a nagging little voice reminded him that where Ezra and Vin were concerned, what one didn't see was what you had to worry about. So how did Chris ask, without having to actually say the words, Vin, Ezra, and sex in the same question.

"Which player's which?" JD asked.

"I'm on top," Vin replied. "Can't maneuver so good on the bottom ..."

"Oh, please," Ezra interrupted. "He knows the tracks on this game like the back of his hand. He just doesn't like the bottom ..."

"Shut up, Ez," Vin told him. "The view's better ..."

"It's the same view! All you see are my tail lights either way!"

Vin gave him a hard, but playful shove.

"Tops and bottoms," Buck mumbled.

"Excuse me?" Ezra frowned.

"Nothing," Buck quickly said. "So Vin ya reckon Ezra's gonna loan you a shirt to wear home?"

"I brought my own," Vin snorted. "We usually play to all hours of the night so I bring me a change of clothes. Besides, I don't think Ezra's fancy rags would look good on me."

"That's because they're made with a gentleman in mind," Ezra quipped. "And speaking of which what are you ungentleman-like-people doing here?"

"Well, we decided at the last minute to get a bite to eat and wondered if you wanted to join us," Chris told him.

"Thanks, but we already ate," Vin pointed to the pizza boxes. "Hey, JD you want to play?"

"Not if he wants to eat with us," Chris reminded the younger man.

"Maybe next time?" JD asked in a hopeful tone.

"Sure, JD," Ezra replied. "It'll be great to have some real competition for a change ..."

"Don't listen to him, JD," Vin butted in. "I have the highest score ... So if anyone needs some competition around here it's me ..."

"Boys!" Chris interrupted before things could get out of hand. "Play nice ..."

Ezra snorted. "Nice is no fun."

"Yeah, we have the most fun when we're running each other off the road," Vin agreed.

"And running over spectators," Ezra added with a wicked grin on his face.

"Whatever," Chris rolled his eyes. "JD if you're coming with us then let's go."

"Ezra we gonna see Sunday?" Josiah asked.

"If you're lucky," Ezra told him with a grin.

"Don't worry, Josiah, he'll be there," Vin stated with a nod of his head.

Ezra pressed his ear to the closed door listening for the closing of five doors and the sound of four vehicles leaving.

"They gone?" Vin asked, pressing himself into Ezra's back.

"Yes," he whispered, then moaned as Vin began nibbling the side of his neck.

"Good," Vin said, taking the lobe of Ezra's ear into his mouth.

"That was ... close," Ezra sighed. "Maybe we should just tell them."

Vin turned Ezra around and pressed their forehead together. "I don't know, Ez, something tells me that, that would be a bad thing."

"Yeah, I get the same feeling," he agreed, tracing the Batman tattoo on Vin's chest with the tip of his finger.

"I love you, Ezra."

"I love you, too, Vin."

A shifting of heads allowed lips to gently nip and tease, before opening so that tongues could duel, softly caressing at first, then as their passion grew the kiss became more forceful. Vin slid his tongue along his lover's, licking, smoothing, before sucking it into his mouth, only to plunge deeper, wanting even more of Ezra's flavor. Ezra retaliated by, pulling away long enough to lick at an ear, tracing the delicate curve, then darting inside, only to retreat and blow softly across the wetness. He felt Vin tremble against him and he had to grin.

"Come on, lover, let's go finish the game we started earlier," Ezra whispered.

"Can I be on top?" Vin teased.

"No, I'm on top, but you can drive," he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

The End

*Coming later: Kryptonite*