Well, this just appears to be my time for firsts in fics. :) This is the first serious Vin/Ezra piece I've ever written. This piece has been jumping around in my head for the past two days. And now, since mid-terms are over, I had to get it down. Yes, I know that "Better Late Than Never" isn't finished yet, but Vin and Ezra wouldn't shut up and leave me alone. Now, maybe they'll help me finish up the other one. :) Oh, and it seems that whenever I write in Vin-muse, my strange sense of humor comes out You've been warned. <EG> And this is a PWP for those of you that don't like those. A long standing relationship between the two is assumed. :)

ONE

"And so, in finishing up, let's recap the main points, shall we? Always remember to never take No for an answer! You deserve to...." Ezra sighed heavily, his ears blocking out the rest of the sentence from the man on stage. Just then, JD, who was sitting three chairs down from Ezra, shifted restlessly in his seat. The chair creaked loudly and the young agent froze as their leader leveled a fierce gaze at him from two chairs to Ezra's left. JD gave an apologizing shrug and tried to settle back in the chair quietly. Then again... Ezra let his sharp gaze travel over the other occupants of the room. Aside from the members of his own team, there were also four other teams in attendance to this seminar that the agency had sponsored. Ezra couldn't even remember the speaker's name, only that the man was one of those encouragement/self-confidence speakers. The under-cover agent had almost let his calm facade slip when Larabee had delivered the news yesterday afternoon.

Our first weekend off in six weeks since we started the damned Monetti case and they have to send us to listen to this...this... Ezra broke off as his mind began to burn with indignation. It wasn't as though he'd had many plans this weekend. But the few he'd had were very important to him. They had included his down-pillow, a warm comforter over him, his bed beneath him and the warm arms of his lover wrapped around him.

Just thinking about him, Ezra couldn't keep his eyes from sliding over to the young man directly to his left. His lean body was stretched out in the chair, feet crossed at the ankles. Long legs were encased in comfortable blue jeans, leading down to a pair of worn cowboy boots. A dark red button-down shirt was tucked into the tight waist and Ezra felt his heart quicken as he caught sight of the muscular forearms emerging from the rolled up sleeves. Finally, Ezra let his gaze rest on the relaxed face of his lover, surrounded by his loose-flowing brown hair. The sparkling blue eyes were looking towards the podium that the long forgotten speaker was still ranting from, but Ezra knew by the subtle quirk of those luscious lips that his lover knew he was looking at him.

Ezra felt his body tighten in appreciation of what he saw. His lover moved slightly in the chair, forcing his body into an even greater sprawl, impossible as Ezra thought that to be. Oh, Mr. Tanner....when I get my hands on you... Standish let the thought go as he put all his concentration into stifling a groan. Vin arched his back a bit, stretching his muscles against the fabric of his shirt while he also uncrossed his ankles, letting his legs fall wide open. Ezra licked his lips hungrily, feeling his body respond fully to the appetizing sight his lover presented, wanting nothing more than to drop to his knees between those powerful thighs. When I get you home... he thought, barely stopping the full 3D image his mind eagerly produced.

With a great force of will Ezra wasn't sure he possessed, he swung his eyes away from the view before him. The southerner began to try and focus his attention on anything that would cool the fiery surface that his flesh had become. Buck was dozing in the last chair, just past JD. Both Nathan and Josiah, occupying the two chairs between Ezra and JD, seemed to be engrossed in a game of tic-tac-toe with a pen and an old receipt Josiah had found in his pocket. Ezra skimmed over Vin, not wanting to fuel the fires that were still burning strongly. Chris sat directly past Vin, his arms folded over his chest, head back, staring at the ceiling. His lips were moving subtly and Ezra wasn't sure whether it was in a prayer for the session to end soon, that he was counting the tiles in the ceiling -- of which he'd made it to 345 before losing track --, or if the man had simply gone insane from boredom.

Having no other option left to him, Ezra finally focused on the speaker as he came to stand directly behind the podium. The southerner forced every ounce of his concentration into staring and hearing nothing but that man.

Ignoring the had body of his lover so close, and the sound of his breathing, which seemed so loud in Ezra's ears.

"And so, just remember ladies and gentlemen, if you pump long enough, hard enough, and enthusiastically enough, you'll soon receive your rewards!"

Ezra mentally groaned. Oh yes, that helped me quite a bit, he thought, his inner voice dripping with sarcasm as the words were immediately twisted by the heat in his body. Ezra painfully waited through the few minutes as the speaker asked if there were any questions. The under-cover agent let his eyes travel over the room, wishing he had Larabee's 'I'll shoot you and bury your body where no one can find it' look to keep any would be questions quiet.

As it turned out, he didn't need it. When no one raised their hands, the speaker dismissed the session. Ezra quickly stood and strode from the room, murmuring apologies as he all but ran outside. The southerner took several deep breaths as he reached the open air, leaning heavily against the wall of the building as his body and his thoughts began to cool. Finally feeling in control of himself once more, Ezra fished his keys from his pocket and walked down towards where he had parked his Jag when they'd first arrived. He knew Vin would find him there. And once his lover had joined him in the car, it would definitely be time for them to go back home....

Vin grinned as he stepped out into the sunshine. His muscles were stiff from having sat still for over two and a half hours in the uncomfortable chairs. Tossing a wave over his shoulder as he spotted some of the guys he knew from Team 4, Vin began walking towards where he knew his lover would be. And he was not disappointed. The sharpshooter's keen eyes easily picked out the shadow of Ezra's form inside the sleek car, those long, skilled fingers tapping against the steering wheel.

Tanner didn't try to wipe the smile of affection off his face as he shook his head at his lover's impatience. He knew the man hadn't planned for either of them to even see the light of day this weekend, but the agency had been convinced this seminar would work wonders for their teams. As such, the Judge was told, who passed the buck on to Larabee, who had been forced to explain to his team the importance of their attendance. Vin hadn't paid much attention until he'd felt Ezra's eyes on him. It was then that he had been forced to focus on what was being said or simply take the elegant southerner right then and there in the seminar room. The sharpshooter's smile turned evil as he thought of how he'd teased his lover. And it hadn't really helped his own situation at the time either. But it sure was fun, Vin thought as he pulled open the door and slid into the passenger seat of Ezra's jew Jag. No sooner had he sat down than Ezra was pulling away from the curb, muttering under his breath.

"I cannot believe that Mr. Larabee would subject us to such...such..." Vin tried not to laugh as the southerner's words failed him. Ezra threw him a look. "And you, that was not kind..."

"Ah, c'mon Ez. Chris didn't wanna go neither. Judge ordered us too." Ezra just grumbled softly. "And besides, I thought that guy got real interesting there close to the end..." Ezra happened a glance over at his young lover and saw the heat burning in his eyes. The older man gripped the steering wheel hard and turned his eyes back to the road. It was time to get going, and fast. Vin just nodded his head and slid his sunglasses from his shirt pocket to his face, hiding his twinkling blue eyes behind the darkened lenses.

TWO

Vin had barely made it through the door to Ezra's condo before he found himself pressed firmly against the wooden surface. Ezra's mouth ravaged his as the southerner found and twisted the lock, the click the only other sound besides their labored breathing. Vin moaned as he felt Ezra's hands roving over his chest, the smooth cotton of his shirt a torturous touch to his skin as he felt the heat of his lover's touch through it. Ezra backed away, the fingers of one hand going up to tangle themselves in Vin's soft hair. The sharpshooter followed willingly as Ezra led him back down the hallway.

When the pair reached the master bedroom, it was Ezra's turn to be pressed up by his lover. The southerner felt the hard panel of his bureau against his back as the hard, lean form of his lover attacked from the front. Vin made quick work out of stripping the southerner from the navy blue sports coat he'd been wearing, as well as the white polo shirt beneath it. Ezra found himself the center of Vin's attention as the younger man stepped back to stair at Ezra's hard chest, gleaming with a fine layer of sweat. The southerner was just about to speak when Vin closed in again, pausing for a quick, wild kiss to his lips before moving down to suck at his neck.

Ezra gasped as Vin continued to slide down, his tongue leaving a damp trail of fire over his skin. The sharpshooter paused to pay homage to each stiff, sensitive nipple, grabbing it in his teeth before soothing the tortured flesh with a quick swipe of his hot tongue. Ezra was thankful for the sturdy support behind him as Vin sank fully to his knees.

Ezra cast his eyes down to where he could see the top of Vin's head leaning against his stomach. And then, those efficient fingers were back at his body again. Vin undid Ezra's belt and dress pants without a moments hesitation, reaching into the purple silk boxers to grab the prize he sought.

Vin leaned in to grate his teeth over Ezra's taut stomach, feeling his lover tense as his hands finally came to rest on what he so very much wanted to feel. Ezra cried out as Vin gave his pulsing length a tentative stroke. Vin smiled. This man, his lover, who hardly ever uttered a word less than five syllables, had been driven to inarticulate cries.

And it was all because of him. Vin began to stroke the steel in his hand in earnest now, feeling as Ezra's hands began to tangle in his hair. Vin licked his lips, watching a luminescent drop of his lover's essence as it gathered at the tip of his organ. Leaning in, Vin ran his tongue across it, bringing a sharp gasp from Ezra and the tangy, sweet, musky taste of the southerner back into his mouth.

Ezra thought he would go mad as he felt Vin's subtle attack on him. A touch here, a lick there... It was time for some payback. Finding, unregretfully this time, the same will Ezra had found earlier, he urged Vin to his feet. The sharpshooter rose, a look of confused passion in his eyes. Ezra stared into them, both of their gazes almost black with their arousal. He pulled the younger man close, fusing their lips and bodies together. The southerner felt Vin's hardness behind his jeans, straining against his own. Like a small boy with a Christmas present, Ezra set about removing Vin's clothes.

The two broke apart for a moment to remove the last of their clothing, including their shoes and finally their boxers. They stood, admiring the hard, well-toned shape of each other's bodies before Ezra began to push Vin back towards the bed. Tanner felt the high mattress hit his upper thighs and allowed himself to be pushed up and back until he was laying amongst the soft blankets that were laying there. Ezra soon followed, climbing up from the foot of the bed. Vin watched as the southerner drug his tongue from his ankle to his knee on each leg, never braking eye-contact with him. Vin twitched a bit as Ezra continued to make his way up, moving almost as if he were a wolf, stalking his prey.

Vin shivered at the thought of being a snack for the older man. How did that old story about the wolf and the three pigs used to go? The sharpshooter's mind was running in circles as Ezra skipped his weeping steel and moved up to torture his chest and neck with his touch and tongue. Huff, puff, and I'll blowwwww.... Vin lost all coherent thought as Ezra swiftly moved down and engulfed his raging hardness. He could feel Ezra's mirroring flesh against his thigh, but, as much as he wanted to do something about it, he couldn't. That mouth that Vin was so used to hearing long, elegant words pour forth from was currently wrenching moan after moan from his own throat.

Ezra sucked hard on the treat in his mouth, his hands roving from playing with Vin's chest to the two heavy sacks beneath. The younger man was moaning loudly, every now and then crying out his name. Ezra loved to make Vin like this. His lover, usually so quiet and relaxed, now pent up and exceptionally verbal. He felt the younger man drawing close to his release, his body tensing with anticipation. With a loud smack, Ezra pulled his lips away from Vin's flesh, an evil twinkle in his eye.

"Ezraaaa...." Vin moaned out, thrashing on the bed as he lost the feel of that talented tongue. The southerner moved up, running his tongue along the shell of Vin's ear.

"I just wanted to show you how much I paid attention this morning. If you pump long enough..." Ezra wrapped his hand loosely around Vin's aching shaft. His own was weeping with need, but he pushed it aside from his thoughts.

"Hard enough..." Keeping their eyes focused on one another, Ezra gave Vin a long, hard, squeezing stroke. The younger man's hips bucked into the air as he arched his back into the touch. "And enthusiastically enough...." Ezra began a steady rhythm as his hand moved back and forth over Vin's feverish flesh. Vin was about to come unglued, and as he quivered under Ezra's experienced grip, he once again felt the southerner's hardness against his leg. The sharpshooter knew what he wanted...no needed. Desperately. Reaching out to the bedside table, Vin fumbled until his seeking fingers came in contact with what he sought.

"You'll soon receive your reward," he said, his voice low and throaty as he pressed the lube into his lover's free hand. Ezra felt his passion build as his lust-driven brain captured Vin's meaning. Pulling back, Ezra arranged them so that he was kneeling between Vin's spread legs, just as he had wanted to do earlier that morning at the seminar.

Ezra used the caring act of preparing his lover's body for him to bring the younger man to a higher level of need.

Every deep brush of his fingers brought them into contact with that bundle of nerves at Vin's center.

Feeling that his lover was more than ready, Ezra quickly moved to make himself ready, hissing as the cool substance hit his hot flesh, instantly warming. Vin willingly spread his legs open wider in his wanton need. Ezra placed himself at his lover's opening before slowly pushing forward. The two groaned together as one was stretched and the other consumed, each feeling the delicious heat as their bodies were connected as one. Ezra sank forward, sheathing himself inside Vin's body with one, languorous stroke. His tumid flesh was aching with the urge to release now and both knew that they wouldn't last much longer.

Ezra began to pull out, using slow, deep strokes to make the sensation last. He could feel Vin's abandoned hardness between their stomachs. Vin reached a hand between them, wrapping it around his own flesh as Ezra rocked forward again. The southerner filled him completely, and Vin found his thoughts fraying at the edges with the power of sensation rushing through his body. As the younger man began to pump his length, feeling his knuckles brush Ezra's hard stomach, the southerner shifted his weight. Vin felt Ezra go deeper than ever while, at the same time, his lover's now free hand wrapped around his own.

Together, they rocked and thrusted. Stroked and pushed. Moaned and whispered. Sweat was dripping from their bodies as they began to push towards the edge.

"Faster, Ez!" Vin whispered through clenched teeth, his back bowed under the intense pressure building up inside him. Ezra was only too happy to oblige, putting all he had into the fast, driving thrusts into his lover's body. Their hands, slipping over Vin's swollen length, were a blur of motion. The two moved faster, racing as they got closer to the point of no return. With a violent cry, Ezra's body twisted as he came, making him go rigid all over. Vin watched his lover's corded muscles stand out in his pleasure as he felt the white fire of Ezra's release explode deep within his body.

Ezra squeezed down hard on Vin's flesh in his hand as his orgasm tore through him. Vin groaned loudly as he erupted, spilling his liquid lust between their stomachs. Ezra collapsed down onto his lover, feeling Vin wrap his arms about him. The southerner knew he was probably making it hard for the younger man to breathe, but he couldn't bring himself to move, nor could Vin bring himself to ask him too. The warm glow of release settled on the two men, making Ezra suddenly drowsy as he buried his head in Vin's shoulder, the younger man's warm arms around him making him feel safe.

When Vin felt himself capable of rational thought, as well as speech, he grabbed Ezra's head and brought it up for a deep, flesh stirring kiss. "C'mon, sleepy-head. Let's get cleaned up. We gotta meet the boys in an hour." Ezra pulled back to rest his weight on his elbows on either side of Vin's head.

"And just why would we want to do that? This is our day off, and, although it was a bit delayed this morning, I rather like how we are spending it now." Vin just chuckled, the low rumbling vibration causing Ezra to squirm as it tickled his flesh.

"You would know why if you hadn't a'left the building like it was on fire and your ass was a'catching." Vin smiled at the snort from his lover. "Chris said he was buying us dinner at Inez's saloon to make up for our having to go to that seminar. And I won't take NO for an answer," Vin quipped, doing a fair imitation of the way the speaker had said the same sentence this morning. "C'mon, we're gonna be late." With that, Vin eased himself out from under Ezra and slid off the bed to the floor. He turned around, fully expecting to have to drag his lover out from under a blanket. Instead, his eyes were held by the fierce fire in the green orbs that studied his naked frame from the bed.

Ezra slid off the bed himself and moved forward, once again giving Vin the feeling of being prey.

Ezra grabbed his lover and kissed him forcefully, running his tongue through the familiar warmth of that cavern. As he pushed the younger man towards the bathroom, he broke away to suck at his ear.

"So we'll be late."