The only warning that I have is this is the first sex scene that I've ever wrote.
I would like to thank Cat Standish, Mary McAuley, and Julie who's last name I forgot to ask for betaing this mess for me. All mistakes are mine but they do deserve credit for making the story better than what it was.
For those of you who I have told that I am working on a Chris/Vin/Ezra I am still working on that but the Chris and Ezra in the story where Ezra is a bartender is screaming loudly for my attention. Vin did threaten to hold his breath if I didn't agree to work on a story with him. He dropped that idea when I asked him if he thought he would turn the same shade of blue as his eyes. His face does turn as red as OW Ezra's jacket when I refer to him as Tracker Smurf. <EG>
Oh, there is a reference to another TV series in Midnight Caller. And no it isn't the name. <EG>

The last person I expected to see standing on my front porch was Ezra Standish. Not after the things I said to him after the bust this afternoon. I let my desire for Ezra cloud my judgment.

I would never have treated the others that way. If it had been JD or Vin, I would have waited until we returned back to our offices. Not only did I jump on Ezra on front of our team; I did it in front of Teams 3 and 5. Ezra just stood there in front of me. When I finished, he turned and left without saying a word in his defense. I hadn't seen him since. By the time I returned to the offices, Ezra's signed report was on my desk and he was gone.

I had started to bed when I heard the doorbell ring a few minutes before midnight. I yanked my sweatpants on but didn't bother to pull back on my shirt as I went to answer the door. Whomever was there wouldn't be there long. I just wanted to go to bed and let the day end. When I saw Ezra standing out there, bathed in the yellow glow of the porch light, I yanked the door open and all thoughts of sleep were forgotten.

"Forgive me for stopping by at this hour but I need to see you."

I stepped aside to let Ezra inside. He wasn't wearing his customary designer suits. Instead he was wearing a black leather jacket, a white tee shirt, and faded blue jeans. Knowing Ezra that outfit probably cost more than the entire contents of my closet.

He reached inside his jacket pocket and pulled out a white envelope, which he held out to me.

"What's this?" I asked as I took the envelope.

"My resignation."

"Why?"

A half-smile crossed his face. "I ran out on you."

He threw the words I used back at me. I had accused him of it this afternoon but I knew it was not true. As soon as Team Three's Leader Hank Lawson heard what happened, he pulled me aside giving me the consideration that I didn't give Ezra and set me straight.

Before I could tear up the resignation, Ezra stepped closer to me. He reached up and put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down.

Having Ezra Standish kiss me in the hall of my home was the last thing I expected. His kiss was gentle and uncertain but with a hint of passion lying underneath. I must have numbed my mind and body too much with all the cold showers I had taken since the first time I met Ezra in Atlanta. That's the only explanation I can think of for why my brain didn't send my lips the message to respond before the kiss was over.

Ezra took a step back, his usual poker face gone and replaced with one that said he knew he was gonna die but the kiss was worth it.

Sorry, Ezra, but if I handed in my resignation then kissed my boss, I know I could do better. At the least I'd give him a tonsillectomy. Though I sure as hell never intend to kiss Travis. Evie would kill me.

I smiled. Ezra's eyes grew wide and he took a few steps back. I moved quickly before Ezra's survival instinct kicked in. My left arm circled his waist as my right hand cupped his face.

Ezra barely breathed as I traced his lips with the tip of my tongue. Then I nipped his lower lip with my teeth. At his gasp, I slipped my tongue inside his mouth.

He tasted of whiskey as I deepened the kiss. His arms circled my waist and pulled me closer.

When our need for oxygen overcame our need for each other, we broke off our kiss. We held on to each other, my chin resting on top of Ezra's head, both our breaths coming in short gasps.

I don't know how long we stood that way, holding each other, before I took a step backwards. Ezra started to protest but I dropped a quick kiss on his lips silencing him.

"Come with me." I turned away and walked up the stairs towards my bedroom. I wanted to take Ezra by the hand and lead him there but I knew that if I touched him again before we reached the bedroom I'd take him wherever we were at. We would only have one first time together, and I didn't want it to be on the steps of the stairs or the floor of the hall.

We could save those locations for later.

I turned towards Ezra as soon as he entered the bedroom. "If you don't want to do this..."

Ezra cupped my face with his hands. "That is not an option."

He stepped back and started to pull his jacket off. I pushed his hands away from the black leather. I silenced him with another kiss. I pushed the jacket off of Ezra's shoulders and arms, tossing it in the direction of a chair sitting in the corner of the room.

I could see the outline of his nipples underneath his tight T-shirt. Leaning forward, I bit one lightly before sucking it into my mouth. Ezra grabbed my shoulders, his fingernails sinking into my skin as I nipped the swollen bud with my teeth.

I yanked his T-shirt from the waistband of his jeans, slipping my hand underneath it. His skin felt like silk underneath my hand as I ran it from his belly to his left nipple. I laid my hand flat against his chest and I felt his heart beating fast then I pinched his nipple between my forefinger and thumb.

"Chris!" His knees buckled and we sank to the floor.

As we lay on the floor my only thought was to get him to the bed. I untangled myself from Ezra, scrambled to my feet, and held my hand to Ezra. He grasped it and I pulled him to his feet.

The covers on the bed had already been turned down. Ezra sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back bracing himself on his arms as I knelt down in front of him. He wore Nikes without socks and I grasped the right shoe and tugged it off. I tossed it aside and jerked off the left.

Rising to my knees, I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the jeans. I tugged down the zipper over his erection, revealing the green silk underneath the denim.

I slipped my hand under the denim and caressed his erection through the silk.

"Don't." Ezra's breath came in short gasps.

I looked up at him. A thin ring emerald green surrounded his dilated pupils. A fine sheen of perspiration covered his face.

I smiled, reaching inside the vent in the silk, pulling out his penis. A drop of cum glistened like a tear on the tip. I licked the end. The taste made me think of a humid summer day when all you want to do take your lover, find a shady spot and spend the day slowly making love.

I placed my hands on Ezra's hips feeling the tremors coursing through his body as I licked his penis from tip to root then back again. I barely took him into my mouth when he exploded.

I swallowed all that came then licked the last of the cum off him. I crawled into bed beside him, holding him in my arms until he stopped shaking and his breathing slowed and deepened.

He rolled over on his side towards me and cupped my erection with his hand.

I gently brushed his hand away. I raised myself up on my elbow, leaning over him. "When I cum, it will be inside of you," I whispered into his ear even though we were the only ones in the house.

I pulled Ezra up into a sitting position. He helped me pull off his T-shirt and throw it in the same direction that I'd thrown the jacket an eternity earlier.

For someone who avoided manual labor, he was surprisingly well muscled.

I slid off the bed and pulled Ezra off with me. Ezra's hands went up to my shoulders, steadying himself as I tugged his pants and underwear off his hips and push them down his legs and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them across the floor

Ezra laid back down on the bed while I pulled open a drawer in the nightstand. Inside I found an unopened 36 count box of condoms. I snuck a look at Ezra out of the corner of my eye. There might be enough for the weekend.

"Damn." I realized I had a problem.

"Chris?" Ezra started to sit up but I pushed him back down on the pillow.

"Stay here. I'll be right back." I brushed a light kiss across his lips before turned and left the bedroom in search of something to use as lube.

There hadn't been any hand lotion in the house since Sarah died. I knew that I had enough margarine and Crisco in the house for cooking but not enough for that and a weekend in bed with Ezra.

I smiled as I thought of the one thing in the house that I could use as lube. I hurried down the stairs.

I hurried into the mudroom and grabbed a bag I had left there instead of taking out to the stables. I was returning upstairs when I saw Ezra's letter of resignation lying in the hall. I scooped it up and tried not to run back to my bedroom.

Ezra had rolled over on his stomach by the time I returned. I stopped inside the door. Nice gesture but I wanted to see his face when I entered him the first time.

I wanted him to see mine.

I crossed the bedroom, dropping letter on the nightstand beside the box of condoms. Ezra looked over his shoulder at me. His eyes widen as I held the bag upside down and dumped the lubricant on the bed beside him.

"Mr. Larabee, are you trying to tell me something?"

I felt the temperature of my face increase by a hundred degrees. Maybe the Crisco would been a better idea instead of the hoof cream.

Ezra rolled over and sat up. He grasped me by my upper arm, pulling me down on the bed beside him. He kissed the corner of my mouth then started to roll back over on his stomach but I grasped his shoulder with my hand and pushed him back down on the bed. Green eyes widened in surprise and his body tensed underneath mine as I moved over the top of him and settled myself between his thighs.

I trailed kisses from throat to stomach, dipping my tongue in and out of his belly button, mimicking a more intimate action.

I levered myself up as Ezra pulled his knees up towards his chest. Reaching out I snagged the tub of hoof cream and pulled it over towards us. The lid flew over our bodies when I yanked it from the tub. I dipped three fingers in the cream, coating them from tip to base.

Half-lidded green eyes watched me as I trailed one finger down the cleft between his butt cheeks until I found the puckered hole hidden within. Ezra let a gasp when I eased a finger through the tight entrance.

"Have you ever done this before?"

Ezra met my eyes. "Yes."

I caught his lips with mine. When his lips parted, I slipped my tongue inside his mouth.

I slowly pumped my finger in and out. Ezra placed his hands on shoulders, pulling me closer, slipping his tongue inside my mouth.

I slid a second finger inside him, scissoring them back and forth. When I felt his body begin to relax underneath mine, I slid a third finger inside.

Ezra tore his mouth from mine. "I need you inside me."

I brushed a kiss against the pulse beating frantically on his throat before I pulled my fingers out of Ezra and moved to the edge of the bed.

Ezra rolled over on his side, levering himself up on his elbow as I reached for the condoms sitting on the nightstand and pulled out one from the box.

He took the foil from my hands and tore it. He rolled the condom down the length of my erection then dipped his hand in the tub of cream, coating the condom in the lubricant.

I moved back between his thighs when he lay back down on the bed. I kissed him once more before positioning myself. Emerald eyes held mine as I plunged inside him. A flicker of pain crossed his face before he schooled it into the mask he normally wore. I started to pull out.

He reached up and grabbed my arms. "Don't you dare." He dropped the mask so I could see the need and want for me in his eyes.

I wondered if he could see my love and desire for him in mine.

I gathered him in my arms giving him time to adjust to me before I began to move within him. I moved slowly at first, not wanting our first time together to be over in a rush, but Ezra seemed to have other ideas. He pushed down on me, urging me wordlessly to move faster. Soon we both came and collapsed on top of Ezra.

An eternity seemed to pass before I found the strength to pull out of Ezra. I pushed myself up on my elbows and brushed a kiss across Ezra's forehead. I slid out of bed and padded across the room to the bathroom. I disposed of the condom in the wastebasket then grabbed a washcloth out of a drawer and held it under the water barely giving it time to heat up. I quickly wiped myself off then tossed the cloth into the hamper. Grabbing a clean washcloth I wet it and returned to the bedroom.

Ezra watched me with half-closed eyes I ran the cloth over his body. I would have rather pulled the man out of bed and into a hot shower where I could enjoy the pleasure of running my hands over his soapy body. That experience would have to wait. Tomorrow we would take a shower together, find something to eat, go back to bed, make love until we couldn't move, fall asleep and start the process all over again. Right now all I had the energy to do was to pull Ezra into my arms and the blankets over us.

Dropping the washcloth on the floor, I turned off the lamp on the nightstand, then crawled into the bed beside him. I wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his shoulder. My last thought as I drifted off to sleep was I needed to tell him that I couldn't accept his resignation.