CHAPTER 1

Ezra helped Vin into his condo. The man was in bad shape. His left arm was newly in a cast to his upper arm, bruises darkened as you watched them on his face and chest, and stitches adorned his cheek and chin. Vin was obviously disoriented, the meds he was given at the hospital still working to keep the pain at bay but also keeping the man's mind fogged.

The car wreck that had done this to Vin had been a bad one and his passenger in the car, Chris Larabee, was still at the hospital and would remain there for several days. A car had pulled out in front of the unmarked car Vin was driving, despite the siren and official flashing light emanating from the unmarked as Vin pursued an escaping suspect.

Ezra, living closest to the hospital, had been elected to take care of the discharged Vin while the others waited at the hospital for Chris to come out of surgery to repair the broken leg he had suffered.

"Mr. Tanner, the bedroom is in this direction," Ezra said as he removed his own suit coat from around Vin's shoulders then grabbed hold of Vin's uninjured arm and directed him the right way. As they approached the bathroom Ezra hesitated. "Do you need to stop here first?" he asked, receiving a muffled no in reply, before he continued leading Vin onward. Ezra opened the door to his bedroom and flipped on the light switch before moving forward to help Vin sit on the edge of the bed.

"Mr. Tanner Vin we need to get you undressed. Can you manage?" Vin nodded carefully and reached down to remove his boots, almost falling over in the process. Ezra moved forward quickly, placing a steadying hand on Vin's shoulder. "Let me assist with your footwear." Ezra knelt and pulled the boots from Vin's feet, then removed the socks as well.

"Now Vin, if you would stand and, well, unfasten your trousers, I'll turn down the bed and you may get some much needed rest." Vin stood with Ezra's hand on his upper right arm, and while Ezra turned to the bed, he struggled beneath the sling to slip the button on his jeans loose and work the zipper down.

Vin's face and arm hurt. He knew he felt the pain but it also had a strange sort of numb or detached feeling. And he didn't even want to think of bending over again. The head rush he had received when he had tried to remove his boots was enough to make him think twice. Once the zipper was down, Vin pushed at the waistband, trying to get his jeans down over his hips, revealing loose black boxers. The blood soaked t-shirt he had been wearing had been removed at the hospital, leaving Vin's chest bare.

Ezra helped Vin keep his balance as the sharpshooter stepped out of the now puddled jeans around his feet, and then directed him to the bed once more. He had propped up several pillows for Vin to lie against and he helped the man lean back against them, placing another next to Vin's left side to keep his arm elevated now that the sling had been removed. Ezra moved off to the bathroom and returned with a glass of water and, removing two pills from the prescription bottle he had picked up at the hospital pharmacy, he slid them between the sharpshooter's lips and helped the man take a drink to wash them down. It was a sure sign that the man was either in pain or out of it when Vin was that complacent about taking medication and receiving assistance.

Vin's eyes closed almost immediately and, thinking the man was already well on his way to sleep, Ezra turned to leave the room. But he was stopped in the doorway, his hand on the light switch.

"Don't leave yet Ezra." The voice was soft and drowsy. "Kin ya stay? Just for a bit?"

Ezra was startled by the request but turned back into the room. "Certainly Mr. Tanner, if that's what you'd like." Ezra moved to the opposite side of the bed and flipped on a small reading lamp on the nightstand there, then returned to the door and turned off the overhead light.

"I know ya only have one bedroom Ez, but ya don't have ta sleep on the couch. Wouldn't be right if ya did. Ya got plenty a room here."

Ezra contemplated the statement. Sleeping on the couch would not be his choice of slumber when a very nice feather mattress was available. And he would be nearby then if Vin needed anything during the night. He had shared a room often enough with the sharpshooter when traveling, that sharing a king size bed should not be much different.

"Very well Mr. Tanner. If it will make you rest easier, then I will take my rest here also. Just let me take care of my evening ablutions and I shall be right back." At the grunt that came from the now mostly asleep Vin, Ezra retrieved a pair of black silk pajama bottoms from a drawer and headed to the bathroom. When he returned it was obvious Vin was sound asleep. Still being cautious, Ezra climbed into the bed on the far side and lay up against the headboard for a time reading, waiting for sleep to overtake him.

Ezra's eyes popped open. A quick glance at the alarm told him it was 2:15 in the morning. And what had awakened him was an unexpected weight on his chest and shoulder. He let his eyes adjust to the darkness before reacting and by the time they did he knew what that weight was. It was an arm. One ensconced in a neon green cast. And the weight on his shoulder was a head of light brown waves. Even as this realization sank in he could feel the sharpshooters warm breath caress the skin on his chest.

Ezra had never pictured Vin as a cuddler when he slept! And it was obvious that the man was still indeed asleep by the steadiness of his breathing. Besides, Vin had enough drugs in him to keep him asleep until morning. Ezra was uncertain of what to do. Thinking that perhaps the man had grown cold, Ezra pulled the covers up around Vin's shoulders and decided to leave him where he was until the sleeping man shifted of his own accord.

Ezra did not expect the added warmth to cause Vin to snuggle in closer to Ezra's left side and he definitely wasn't expecting the shift in Vin's leg so that it now lay slightly bent and over one of Ezra's own. To make matters worse, Vin's thigh was pressed up against Ezra's groin. And the slight shifts Vin was making as he got comfortable once more caused said thigh to rub against a part of Ezra's anatomy that should not have responded in anyway.

But it did.

Ezra was near panic. This was Vin! And an injured and drugged Vin at that. How could his body betray him at a time like this?

Ezra was no prude, and had had his share of sexual liaisons, with both women and men. And he had to admit to himself that he had thought about what sex would be like with each one of his coworkers, especially Vin. But he had never become turned on by one of them in close proximity before. The thoughts had been casual, knowing that he would never, ever, act on the ideas.

Ezra tried all of the old tricks to get his betraying anatomy under control. He thought about the principal at a school he had gone to, the one with the large mole by her nose and who smelled like mothballs. He thought of current events. He thought about the last shoot out the team had been in. He thought of standing outside in the middle of the winter stark naked. And when all else failed he thought about his mother. That usually did the trick. The thought of Maude could make even the most virulent man wither.

But nothing worked. The warm breath and slight pressure combined with the smell that could only be Vin won over any thought Ezra could conjure up. Deciding that it was a lost cause, Ezra tried to just go to back to sleep. No doubt in an hour or less Vin would shift once more back to his side of the bed, or at least not as close as he currently was. Sleep Ezra. Just go to sleep and when you wake up things will be fine.

But an hour later Ezra was still awake and Vin was still where he had been, snuggled comfortably up against Ezra. Ezra gave up and wrapped his arms around the sleeping man, burying his face against Vin's hair. Finally he slept.

CHAPTER 2

He felt Vin stir. When Ezra's own eyes opened he found himself staring in to sky blue ones still slightly fogged over with sleep and medications.

"Good morning Mr. Tanner. May I assume you slept well?"

Vin's eyes closed again, then popped open once more as he realized where he was. He was lying against Ezra's chest with the undercover man's arm wrapped around him. Shit! How could he let this happen? He started to move away but groaned as every abused muscle in his body refused to cooperate.

"Sorry Ez," he muttered as he tried to get stiff and sore muscles to work.

"Nothing to be sorry about Mr. Tanner. Are you comfortable?"

Vin nodded, having to admit that he was.

"Then take your time waking. If you need to sleep a bit more then that is fine too."

Vin contemplated what Ezra said and let his head relax once more on the man's warm chest. His eyes closed and he lay there in that semi-sleep of someone not quite ready to awaken, yet not needing to go back to sleep. Unconsciously the finger on his left hand began to flick at something underneath it. The finger could not move much due to the cast that came up to the second joint and the feeling wasn't entirely returned to it yet, so Vin had no idea what he was touching or, for that matter, that he even was.

But Ezra was aware. He felt every movement Vin's finger made against his right nipple and it was driving him crazy. Vin's leg shifted once more, rubbing yet again against Ezra's penis. And Ezra nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a tongue flick against his left nipple.

Vin didn't totally realize what he was doing and the reaction it was causing. It just felt right in that foggy half asleep mode he was in. He felt safe and warm and comfortable even though some pain was beginning to creep in. And when he felt the hand on the back of his head as though to press him onward, he did so. His head tipped ever so slightly, taking the nipple fully into his mouth and sucking gently. As a gasp came forth from the southerner, Vin let his teeth capture the nipple, pulling ever so slightly, before letting his tongue flick it once more.

"Vin!" Ezra's voice was raspy and Vin immediately froze. Full realization had sunk in and caused him to snap out of his half sleep. He started to pull away. But he felt his face gently captured and tilted, then lips were pressing against his. He sighed, giving in to the feeling of warmth and love that came with it. Soon he felt himself rolled onto his back as the lips pressed more firmly to his and he opened his mouth willingly to the tongue that pressed against his lips.

When Ezra pulled back, needing air, he looked worriedly into Vin's eyes. Hopefully he had not misread the situation, ruined a friendship that had grown very important to him over the last year or so. When Vin smiled, Ezra sighed in relief, his forehead dipping down to meet Vin's.

"Mornin' Ez," Vin murmured when he had gathered his thoughts, and his breathe, together. He flinched slightly as the pain in his face registered, quickly followed by that from his arm. Ezra moved back to his side of the bed and crawled out, heading quickly to the bathroom for water. Vin's eyes followed him, noticing the tented shape at the front of Ezra's pajama bottoms. It matched the one in his boxers that was thankfully hidden by the bedcovers.

Ezra climbed back up on the other side of the bed and helped Vin sit up and take the pain pills. Vin smiled at his friend gratefully then pulled himself up against the headboard so that he was sitting . His right hand reached out and stopped Ezra as the man started to move away.

"Don't go."

Ezra looked at his fully awake friend, expecting to see regret or condemnation in the face. Instead he saw acceptance and something more. Desire.

"Vin, I didn't mean to. I didn't know"

"I didn't either Ez." Vin's hand moved once more to hold Ezra's face, his thumb caressing against the man's lips. Ezra couldn't help but to lean in closer, their lips meeting once more. But Ezra was more cautious this time, being careful not to touch the butterfly bandages covering the stitches on his friends face. When his hand touched Vin's chest, Vin's hand met it, encouraging it, directing it below the covers to find Vin's alert member, telling Ezra of his desire. Ezra's kiss deepened and his hand pulled away to move feather soft over Vin's skin.

"Vin, have you ever?"

Vin's eyes looked downward, slightly embarrassed, then he shook his head. "No Ez. Never found a man I wanted before. But I want you."

Ezra studied the man, seeing sincerity and caring as well as lust in the man's features. Vin was willing to give himself to Ezra. Ezra knew the meds from the hospital must have worn off so they would not be clouding Vin's judgment but what about the meds that he had just given him? Ezra did not want Vin to regret anything afterward.

He was brought back from his concerns by the feeling of a hand gaining access inside his pajama bottoms. Vin had moved slightly, and the hand snaked inside and grasped hold of the hardening muscle. The hand shifted and pulled at the waistband until Ezra's cock popped free. Vin's mouth was there, his tongue reaching out for a first taste and he ran it up the length before, with his eyes looking up at Ezra for his reaction, he took it inside his mouth. The stretching of his mouth tugged at the laceration on his cheek and he grunted from the unexpected pain. Ezra immediately pulled out.

"No. I won't hurt you. Let me do all the work." Vin allowed himself to be laid back down on the bed and his arm to be propped on a pillow, elevated and out of the way. Then Ezra straddled his hips and bent over Vin once more, kissing his lips carefully before moving to Vin's throat and shoulder, moving down his chest to each nipple, careful not to leave any marks. Vin's hand twined in Ezra's hair, his head pressed back into the pillows as Ezra reached his naval and explored the thin line of hair coming out of his boxers.

When Ezra's fingers reached for the waistband of his shorts, Vin lifted his hips slightly and allowed Ezra to pull the cloth free and down his legs, tossing it carelessly over his shoulder.

"My, my, Mr. Tanner. We are indeed eager are we not?" Ezra commented as he took in Vin's fully erect manhood and his now heaving chest.

"Ezra"

"On my way Vin," Ezra said with a smile then bent over and fully engulfed Vin's cock. Vin groaned and arched his back as Ezra shifted slightly, managing to take the full length into his mouth before letting it slide out. Then he began to lick and suck in earnest, the quiet moans and heavy breathing testifying that his administrations were working. When Ezra's hand moved around to Vin's opening and a finger rimmed the tight muscle he felt the man beneath him buck.

"Easy Vin. It may hurt for a few moments the first time. But I promise I will not harm you."

Vin nodded but was greatly disappointed when Ezra climbed off the bed.

"Don't worry. I'll be right back. I just need to retrieve something."

Within moments Ezra was back, a small bottle in one hand and a foil wrapped packet in the other. Vin acknowledged the condom and reached for it. Then Ezra stood at the end of the bed and untied the string tie in the waistband of his pajamas. The black silk fabric fell to the floor and Ezra was once more climbing up on the bed and between Vin's legs. Vin's hand reached for Ezra's cock, squeezing and stroking as Ezra reached for a pillow. He folded the down filled mound in half and lifted Vin's hips, placing the pillow beneath. Then one hand moved to Vin's cock as the other explored Vin's chest. Ezra leaned in to kiss the man beneath him and was rewarded with a low growl.

"Ezra, please"

Ezra reached for the bottle he had laid on the bed and opened it, carefully pouring oil into his hand. He began to rub the oil into Vin's butt cheeks, moving closer and closer to his tight opening. Finally one finger reached that point again and he massaged oil into the tight ring of muscle. One hand moved to shift Vin's legs into a bent position as the finger slipped inside, breaching the ring. Ezra's oiled finger began to move inside, sliding back and forth as Vin pushed upward with his hips. Ezra eased a second finger in and eventually a third, stretching virgin muscles to accept what was to come.

When Ezra felt he had stretched Vin as much as he could, and he could no longer resist the moans and grunts coming from the sharpshooter, he moved forward, taking the foil packet from the man's limp fingers. He started to put the condom on, then Vin's good hand took over, sliding the latex sheath down Ezra's engorged muscle. Ezra poured a bit of oil into Vin's hand and the man ran his lubed hand up and down the sheathed muscle. Ezra pulled away before it was too late and moved back down between Vin's spread legs.

"I'll be careful, I promise," Ezra said as he took Vin's cock in hand again and gave it several firm strokes before placing the head of his own against Vin's opening. He began a slow careful push inward. Vin pulled his breath in as the opening was breached and Ezra stopped, waiting until the man relaxed a bit before pressing onward. Vin grunted quietly as the head of Ezra's cock slide fully in. Ezra paused, waiting once more for Vin to relax. When Vin did Ezra slid all the way in.

Vin's eyes closed, partly in pain, partly in surprise at the sensations that began to overtake him as Ezra began to move slowly in and out. Vin's reactions were mostly quiet moans and gasps and heavy breathing.

Ezra stopped fully sheathed inside of Vin and shifted. Vin's cock was swollen and purple, the end weeping with need. Ezra moved his arms underneath Vin's legs and pushed them toward Vin's chest so that his calves rested on Ezra's upper arms. Then he leaned forward, his arms supporting his own weight as well as that of Vin's legs, and trapping Vin's manhood between their stomachs. His gaze met and held Vin's as he rubbed their stomachs together and eliciting a louder moan from Vin as the friction moved him closer to the edge.

Keeping his eyes glued to Vin, Ezra began to move again, pulling out slowly and sliding in just as slow. He was enjoying the look on Vin's face. The man's eyes were wide, closing occasionally with passion, his chest heaving. Vin didn't seem to know what to do with his good hand so he had scrunched up the sheets in his grip, his knuckles white. Occasionally he would press his head back into the pillows, exposing his neck. It was all Ezra could do to keep from latching on to that neck with his mouth and biting or sucking it.

But he resisted as Vin's breathing changed to a fast rapid pant. Ezra began to move harder and faster, sliding his member home into Vin's tight tunnel, strumming the little bump inside and eliciting more moans from his lover. Even at that, if he had not been right there Ezra would not have heard the man as he gave in to the passion.

With a quiet but lust filled "Ah gawd, Ezraaaaa!" Vin released his load between their two stomachs, coating them both with his creamy seed. Vin's hips pushed upward, his muscles tightening around Ezra as the man pounded into him, his ball sac slamming against Vin's cheeks before exploding in his own release.

Ezra collapsed slightly onto Vin's chest, moving his arms so that Vin's legs returned to the bed. He felt Vin's right hand move through his hair and across the back of his shoulders, feather light and hesitant. When Ezra finally managed to look up into the sharpshooters face, he was rewarded with a smile of contentment.

Reluctantly, Ezra pulled away from Vin's arms and padded into the bathroom. He returned moments later, having wiped down his own chest and disposed of the condom, with a wet washcloth in hand. Quickly he wiped down Vin's chest before returning to lay down at Vin's side, pulling the man's head into the crook of his shoulder and allowing his hand to wander down Vin's chest or curl a strand of hair around his finger.

"Have ya heard how Chris is?" Vin's voice sounded drowsy and his eyes were closed, but he had a gentle smile on his lips as he spoke.

"Mr. Jackson called after you fell asleep last night. Mr. Larabee came out of surgery very well and was expected to sleep through the night. I am certain that he will be one unhappy man when he awakens. He will be required to stay in the hospital for at least two days."

"Nope, won't be happy at all. I need ta go see him."

Ezra took in the drowsy tone to Vin's voice. There would be no way Vin could make it to the hospital as sleepy as he was now. But even as the thought passed his mind, Vin was reaching up to pull Ezra's mouth to his for a kiss and then trying to move off the bed. Ezra captured the man by the shoulder to keep him from falling backward.

"Vin, I don't think you'll be going anywhere without getting cleaned up a bit." Ezra moved to help Vin up and out of the bed. He knew the man only too well. If Vin had decided to go to the hospital, it would not matter how medicated or sleepy he was. He would go. So Ezra had no hesitation about helping the man shower and dress and driving him to the hospital. He would then be there to assist should Vin need his help.

Ezra found a plastic bag to cover Vin's arm in, then joined the man in the shower, washing his hair for him and helping to remove the last traces of what the two had just shared. Sitting a naked Vin on the toilet lid, Ezra combed and dried Vin's hair before helping him into the boxers Ezra retrieved from the bedroom floor. Leading the spacey man back to the bedroom, Ezra helped him with jeans and shoes before pulling a shirt from his closet. It was a blue denim shirt that he had purchased for a case and never worn since. But it was perfect for Vin. Ezra carefully slid it over Vin's cast and across his back and up his good arm, buttoning it up but leaving the tails hanging loose. Then he replaced the sling.

"Shall we go Mr. Tanner?" Vin nodded and let Ezra lead him out of the bedroom. They moved slowly into the kitchen, where Ezra fixed toast and insisted that Vin eat some before he led him out the apartment door and down the elevator. Ezra settled Vin into the passenger seat of the Jag, making sure his seatbelt was fastened, before sliding into the drivers seat. Glancing over, he saw that Vin's head was already back against the headrest and his eyes were closed.

CHAPTER 3

Ezra found a close parking spot at the hospital and leaned over to awaken Vin, his hand resting on Vin's thigh as he did so.

"Vin? Are you certain this is such a good idea? Chris will understand"

"I'm fine Ez. Honest. It's just the damn meds. Make me feel like my head's detached."

"Very well then. But we will not stay long. Mr. Larabee will need some rest also. Besides, I'm most certain his mood will be less than pleasant."

Ezra moved around to the passenger side and helped Vin out of the car. The man was definitely disoriented and Ezra grabbed hold of Vin's right arm to guide him along. As they moved along though, Vin seemed to become more alert, the exercise helping. So it was a semi-lucid Vin that entered Chris Larabee's room to the sound of the man's roaring voice.

"I told you to just leave me alone! Now get out!"

"Unhappy is an understatement, Ez." Vin said from where he leaned against the doorframe. He stepped inside to allow the chastised nurse to scurry from the room.

"I do believe that observation would be accurate, Mr. Tanner." Ezra said as he moved Vin forward carefully, negotiating him to the chair that Buck vacated at his first glance of the pale and glassy eyed Vin.

"How many nurses he been through so far Bucklin?" Vin ignored the famous Larabee glare as he sank gratefully into the chair. Even though he felt more alert than he had when he climbed out of Ezra's car, he was still shaky and his legs did feel as if they might give out. He made the resolution that no matter how hard Ezra pushed him, he would not take any more of the meds. Vin did not like having his head clouded like a rainy day.

"That was the second one this morning. How ya doing junior?"

"I'm fine. Might bit better'n him."

"Not much from the looks of it." Came the voice from the bed.

"He speaks! And it weren't a growl." Only Vin, and maybe Buck, would run the risk of such a comment directed toward Chris Larabee. The other two men tried to stifle their laughter unsuccessfully.

The four men talked a bit, clearing up some work, but it soon became obvious that Chris was fighting to stay awake and Vin wasn't much better off as his head rested on his fist, his elbow on the chair arm. Ezra made some excuse about needing to follow up on some of the instructions Chris had given and the pair began their goodbyes. Ezra helped Vin to his feet and Vin staggered a bit. But Ezra was right there, his arm snaking out to hold the sharpshooter until he steadied.

Chris watched the exchange through slightly hooded eyes as the two men made their way to the door.

"Vin?"

Vin stopped and turned back to his boss and best friend.

"You okay? Ezra taking good care of you?" Two pairs of medication glazed eyes met. The two men were so alike that it was almost if they could read each other's minds. It drove the others crazy at times.

Vin smiled broadly. "Yeah Chris, he's takin' real good care a me. Ezra makes a real good nurse maid."

Chris studied his friend's face, then nodded, accepting what was said on the surface, but seeming to read between the lines.

"Mr. Tanner? We must go. Mr. Larabee needs his rest and there is work to do." Ezra chimed in, his hand still resting protectively on Vin's arm. Buck called his goodbyes as the two men left and Chris' eyes closed.

Ezra once more guided Vin directly to bed and undressed him, easing him back into the mound of down pillows. Then he slid in next to him, holding the man until he fell asleep. When he knew that Vin was sound asleep, he slipped out from underneath him and went out to his living room to do some work where he wouldn't disturb Vin.

Over the course of what was left of the morning and the afternoon each member of Team Seven stopped in to check on Vin. He would awaken enough to say a word or two, then slip back into a sound sleep. JD brought some clothes by from Vin's apartment, Josiah brought over some of Vin's favorite junk food, Buck came by with some magazines on his way back to the hospital to sit with Chris, and Nathan came by twice and checked for any unusual swelling or fever.

It was late afternoon before Vin was fully awake, having slept off the medication and shock's effects. Ezra looked up as Vin came wandering out into the living room, dressed in nothing but his boxers, his hair tossled and a day old growth of beard covering his face. It was obvious to Ezra that the other man was hurting and he moved to get Vin's medication after turning the heat on underneath a pot of Josiah's chicken and noodles and making sure that Vin was safely seated in a kitchen chair. He also brought back a pair of sweatpants that JD had brought over and helped Vin into them.

But not surprisingly Vin refused the meds, promising he would take them later if he needed them to sleep. But Vin had other plans of how he would tire himself out to sleep the night through.

"Ever'body been here at least once?" Vin asked as he began to eat from the bowl placed in front of him. He was actually quite hungry and Josiah was an excellent cook.

"Indeed they have. And Nathan has been here twice." Ezra said as he placed a napkin near Vin's hand and began eating himself.

"Then I reckon he'll be here one more time."

"I believe that assumption would be accurate."

Vin just nodded in reply and finished eating. While Ezra cleaned up Vin wandered into the den, clicking on the TV as he settled into Ezra's overstuffed couch. When Ezra had finished with the dishes he joined Vin, covering Vin with an afghan as he pulled the man close. Vin settled in, comfortable with Ezra's arms around him and waited for Nathan's final visit for the night.

Nathan made his appearance as expected around 8 pm and refused to leave until he had extracted a promise from Vin to take his pills before bed. Vin even followed Nathan to the door to say goodnight.

CHAPTER 4

As soon as the door closed behind the ex-medic, Vin turned on Ezra, grabbing the undercover man behind the head and pulling him into a heated kiss. Once Ezra's mouth was captured, Vin's hand began to move, pulling Ezra's shirt from the waistband of his trousers and manipulating the buttons. Ezra made a feeble attempt at stopping him, but became so caught up in the kiss that he finally gave up, allowing Vin's lips to ravage his. He didn't even notice as Vin began moving him toward the bedroom until they were in the hallway.

"Mr. Tanner, really. I'm not sure this is a good idea. I feel we pushed our luck this morning. We really should have waited until you were feeling better."

"Ezra, shut up." Vin murmured as his lips began to suck and nibble at Ezra's shoulder. Before he knew it Ezra felt the bed bump against the back of his legs and found himself falling backward onto the down mattress. Vin then reached for Ezra's belt, unbuckling it and trying to quickly unfasten Ezra's trousers, his ability hampered by the use of only one arm. Ezra reached down to assist, wanting Vin's mouth back as quickly as possible.

This was a much more aggressive Tanner than Ezra had witnessed that morning. Clothes were quickly shed by both men, as Vin continued to explore, his mouth capturing a nipple, his hand stroking Ezra's silky length. When he finally made his way back up to Ezra's lip he gave the man a deep kiss, his tongue invading and teasing before pulling away to whisper into Ezra's ear.

"I want to make love to you. I want to be inside you, fill you, like you did for me."

Ezra looked deep into the blue eyes before him. "I want that too Vin. I want you."

Vin's smile took on a feral gleam and his mouth once more began to move. He kept his damaged arm close to his chest, being careful not to lean against it as he moved down Ezra's body, kissing and sucking as he went. He ignored the twinge in the lacerations on his face and opened his mouth as wide as possible, taking Ezra's length inside and letting his tongue caress the silky shaft. The sensation was something Vin had never experienced before and he was eager to experience more. He wondered what it would be like to complete the job, just as he was doing, but decided to file that away for another time. Right now he wanted to be inside Ezra, needed to be inside Ezra. He pulled his mouth away reluctantly.

"Ez?"

"We shall make this as easy on your arm as possible," Ezra said as he rolled over onto his stomach and moved up onto his hands and knees. Vin's hand moved over Ezra's firm cheeks. "Vin, you need to, well, prepare the entrance. Stretch the muscle."

Vin nodded and retrieved the oil and a condom from the nightstand drawer, where he had placed them earlier in the evening. Following Ezra's encouraging words he used his fingers to stretch the tight ring of muscle, using the oil to lubricate the way. Turning slightly, Ezra slid the condom over Vin's engorged member, eliciting a hiss of desire from the sharpshooter.

"Vin, I want you. I want you now." Ezra whispered as his hand caressed Vin's strong jaw line, skimming over the greening bruise there. Then he turned back around.

Vin hesitated only a brief second before directing his swollen cock toward Ezra's opening. He was surprised at the pressure he felt as he breached the muscle and was unable to hold back a slight gasp, even as he heard a soft moan from his lover. When Ezra began to push backward against him, he took it as his clue to move all the way in, sliding his length in to the base. Vin squeezed his eyes closed in pleasure as the two men set up a rhythm.

Vin tried to reach beneath him to take Ezra into his hand, but with one arm in a cast he could not keep his balance.

"It's alright Vin," Ezra managed to groan out. "Just hold on and aaaaaahhhhhh keep doing what you are doing!"

Vin complied, his pace speeding up to meet Ezra's frantic movements and very quickly the only sound in the room was that of sweat slickened bodies moving against each other and soft moans and grunts as the two men matched each other's pace.

Vin's ears were ringing, his whole body tense with need as he slammed into Ezra's willing body. "Ez |.oh sheeeettttt" Vin's climax overwhelmed him and he felt as if he were passing out. Instead he rested his forehead against Ezra's back, waiting for the spasm in his cock to subside. Then he pulled out and the two men collapsed, Vin rolling to his uninjured side and Ezra onto his back, his still erect member standing at attention, his chest heaving.

Vin noticed that Ezra was still alert and the feral gleam returned to his face. He slid off the edge of the bed and knelt at the foot as Ezra moved downward allowing Vin access once more. Vin took him into his mouth once more, figuring that now was as good a time as any to try this out after all. And he was pleasantly rewarded with Ezra's reaction s the man lifted his hips in a matching rhythm to Vin's actions. It didn't take much longer before Ezra moaned and released inside the warm, moist cavern of Vin's mouth. The ejaculation caught Vin slightly off guard and he coughed a bit around the still pumping muscle before regrouping and sucking even harder, milking the softening muscle until it had nothing else to give.

Vin sank back on the floor, resting his head against the bed in utter exhaustion and contentment. After Ezra had caught his breath he realized that he could no longer see Vin and he flipped himself anxiously around on the bed until he saw Vin. The sharpshooter looked up, reaching up his hand to pull Ezra down into a kiss. Then he pushed himself up on shaky legs and padded off into the bathroom.

When he returned Ezra was leaning against a mound of pillows with the covers turned down and the lights off, just a small lamp on the nightstand adding a warm glow to the room. Smiling, Vin curled up against Ezra's chest, the undercover man's arms wrapping around him as he pulled the covers up over the two of them and snapped off the light.

"Ez?" Vin's voice was already drowsy and his eyes were closing as he spoke.

"Hmmm?"

"You make " Vin yawned, "real good nurse maid."

"Why thank you, Mr. Tanner. Thank you very much." Ezra smiled as he heard Vin's breathing regulate, sleep overtaking him. Ezra closed his eyes and joined him.