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#468: Expunge - Kat Lee - Rain Dance - The Magnificent Seven
Title: Rain Dance
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: The Magnificent Seven
Character/Pairing: Chris/Vin, Josiah
Rating: R/M
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tamingthemuse #468: Expunge (10th in a row for tracking purposes) and 12_stories: Clouds
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,248
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Chris shoots a withering glance at the hot ball of sunlight blazing in the bright, blue sky. It's not even noon yet, and already the heat is blistering. He glowers at the sun as though he might be able to make it somehow sink below the horizon and return the night to them, which although is still hot does offer some relief. Every one's been looking to expunge the heat for weeks, but there's been no rain in sight.
Sighing in resignation to himself, Larabee enters the saloon. Buck is at the counter, bothering Inez again, while Ezra sits by himself, pressing a cloth to his flushed skin while playing Solitaire. It's too darn hot even for the gambler to be actively trying to swindle some money today. Chris heads to their usual table where Nathan and JD sit alone.
He glances at the Kid's drink as he sits down and notes the ice in it, but it's Nathan to whom Chris' steel, green eyes turn. "Josiah?" he asks. It was only yesterday that he had to practically pull the Preacher off of the church's roof. Despite the sweltering heat and his flesh turning redder than an Indian's, the Preacher had still been determined to keep working on the repairs of the church. It had taken every man but Ezra promising again to help him and Chris forcibly sitting him down in a chair in the saloon, but Josiah had finally allowed him to talk him into taking it easy for the rest of the afternoon. Chris hated to think about climbing back up there in this heat, but if he had to, he'd damn sure yank Josiah down again.
Nathan shakes his head. "He and Vin rode out toward the village earlier."
"For what?" Chris questions, eyes narrowed in suspicion. If there'd been actual trouble, they would've told him.
"They're doing a rain dance!" JD blasts out, grinning from ear to ear.
"Drink your milk, Kid," Chris commands the boy and, ignoring his pout, looks back to Nathan.
The healer nods toward the younger man's direction. "He's telling the truth or, at least, what they said they're going to do."
Inez arrives as Chris is still shaking his head. He downs his whiskey in a single gulp, slaps some coins onto the table, and leaves without speaking another word. Nathan shrugs and returns to his tea while JD giggles almost hysterically. "He's gonna see 'em naked!" After a bit, the boy sobers and looks questioningly to his friend. "You think it's really gonna work, Nathan?"
"Doubt it," the healer replies truthfully, "but it can't hurt to try."
=^.^=
There's an actual cloud already in the sky when Chris finally spies Jezebel and Peso munching grass in a small clearing. He dismounts from his own steed and lets him join the other horses. His boots fall quietly in the browning grass as he goes further. Just a little bit pass the horses, he finds two sets of clothing folded neatly and laid onto Josiah's serape where it's been strewn out over the ground.
At the sight of the clothes, especially the Preacher's, Chris stills for a moment. He doesn't exactly want to see the old man naked, but he also doesn't want the boys out here catching their deaths of this blasted sun. He's survived weather like this before, but this is the hottest damn Summer he's seen in a long time.
His head snaps up to attention, his hand going for his pistol, when he hears shouts. They sound for all the world like real Indians, but it's Josiah and Vin who are doing the hollering about a half mile away from Chris. Their backs are to Larabee. His eyes skirt over Josiah's bare body, but his steel, green gaze lingers longer on Vin. He watches as he jumps around some kind of mound on which Chris figures must be an offering to the rain God and listens to the native song he chants in perfect unison with Josiah.
Clearly, this isn't the first time the men have danced together, and Chris feels a tug of something low and cold in his belly. He can't seem to focus on that feeling, however, or perhaps he just won't let himself. There's another feeling demanding much more attention, and although he tries to fight it, he can't help the heat building into a roaring fire as he watches Vin's lean, tanned back muscles and below.
His fingers curl although they do not touch his pistol. His thirsting tongue runs over his cracked lips. A burning need gnaws at his insides. He'd meant to hide before his friends saw him, but he's unprepared to run or even duck when they suddenly swing around to face him. Chris' betraying eyes goes straight to the stallion he's gotten to ride a few times before. It's strong, lean, and thickening with need where it shakes between Vin's legs and underneath Chris' hungering gaze.
He's almost forgotten their dance, certainly forgotten their song, when deep, rumbling laughter barks out of Josiah's throat. It is Chris' skin this time that turns a brilliant shade of red. "It's all right, brother," Josiah calls to him. "Nothin' this ol' Preacher man ain't seen before. I'll leave y'all alone."
Chris won't meet his gaze, but he does ask, trying to avoid admitting the truth, "Are ya two done?"
Vin glances at the sky, a wry grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I reckon we are."
"Should be any time now, Brother Tanner." Josiah walks pass Chris and begins gathering his clouds while Larabee continues trying hard not to look at either naked man.
"Shucks, Chris. Josiah already knows 'bout us. He's done seen it all."
"He hasn't seen us," Chris mutters, but still, he walks closer to Vin.
Vin is making no move to redress, and Chris sneaks a sideways glance at him. Damn, but the man's handsome! Chris has never been the poetic type. He tried a few times for Sarah, and he's tried a few times since for Vin. He'd like to be able to spout pretty words about how much of a vision Vin's naked, rippling muscles are, how the sight of him moves in ways he'd never thought he'd be moved again, let alone by a man, and how lucky he knows he is to have Vin in his life, but he can't. He can't say any of that with words, but he knows how to with touches.
Josiah seems to Chris to take forever to leave, but soon enough, he's on his horse and riding away to give them privacy. It is only then, once he's sure the Preacher is gone, that Chris does reach out and touch those beautiful muscles of Vin's. He brings him to him, his hands caressing him with an urgent need he hasn't felt in a long time, and his parched mouth angles over his. His lips touch his, and the Heavens pour.
Chris jerks up in surprise from kissing Vin. Dark clouds have gathered above their heads. Thunder rumbles nearby as the rain swiftly drenches them both.
The tracker grins at him. One blue eye winks. "Told ya it'd work," he drawls, but then he's clasping Chris' face in his hands, and he's kissing him, and despite the pouring rain that should be soothing, Chris has never been so damned hot as he is as Vin lowers him to the ground and rides him hard and gently all at the same time.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: The Magnificent Seven
Character/Pairing: Chris/Vin, Josiah
Rating: R/M
Challenge/Prompt:
tamingthemuse #468: Expunge (10th in a row for tracking purposes) and 12_stories: CloudsWarning(s): None
Word Count: 1,248
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Chris shoots a withering glance at the hot ball of sunlight blazing in the bright, blue sky. It's not even noon yet, and already the heat is blistering. He glowers at the sun as though he might be able to make it somehow sink below the horizon and return the night to them, which although is still hot does offer some relief. Every one's been looking to expunge the heat for weeks, but there's been no rain in sight.
Sighing in resignation to himself, Larabee enters the saloon. Buck is at the counter, bothering Inez again, while Ezra sits by himself, pressing a cloth to his flushed skin while playing Solitaire. It's too darn hot even for the gambler to be actively trying to swindle some money today. Chris heads to their usual table where Nathan and JD sit alone.
He glances at the Kid's drink as he sits down and notes the ice in it, but it's Nathan to whom Chris' steel, green eyes turn. "Josiah?" he asks. It was only yesterday that he had to practically pull the Preacher off of the church's roof. Despite the sweltering heat and his flesh turning redder than an Indian's, the Preacher had still been determined to keep working on the repairs of the church. It had taken every man but Ezra promising again to help him and Chris forcibly sitting him down in a chair in the saloon, but Josiah had finally allowed him to talk him into taking it easy for the rest of the afternoon. Chris hated to think about climbing back up there in this heat, but if he had to, he'd damn sure yank Josiah down again.
Nathan shakes his head. "He and Vin rode out toward the village earlier."
"For what?" Chris questions, eyes narrowed in suspicion. If there'd been actual trouble, they would've told him.
"They're doing a rain dance!" JD blasts out, grinning from ear to ear.
"Drink your milk, Kid," Chris commands the boy and, ignoring his pout, looks back to Nathan.
The healer nods toward the younger man's direction. "He's telling the truth or, at least, what they said they're going to do."
Inez arrives as Chris is still shaking his head. He downs his whiskey in a single gulp, slaps some coins onto the table, and leaves without speaking another word. Nathan shrugs and returns to his tea while JD giggles almost hysterically. "He's gonna see 'em naked!" After a bit, the boy sobers and looks questioningly to his friend. "You think it's really gonna work, Nathan?"
"Doubt it," the healer replies truthfully, "but it can't hurt to try."
=^.^=
There's an actual cloud already in the sky when Chris finally spies Jezebel and Peso munching grass in a small clearing. He dismounts from his own steed and lets him join the other horses. His boots fall quietly in the browning grass as he goes further. Just a little bit pass the horses, he finds two sets of clothing folded neatly and laid onto Josiah's serape where it's been strewn out over the ground.
At the sight of the clothes, especially the Preacher's, Chris stills for a moment. He doesn't exactly want to see the old man naked, but he also doesn't want the boys out here catching their deaths of this blasted sun. He's survived weather like this before, but this is the hottest damn Summer he's seen in a long time.
His head snaps up to attention, his hand going for his pistol, when he hears shouts. They sound for all the world like real Indians, but it's Josiah and Vin who are doing the hollering about a half mile away from Chris. Their backs are to Larabee. His eyes skirt over Josiah's bare body, but his steel, green gaze lingers longer on Vin. He watches as he jumps around some kind of mound on which Chris figures must be an offering to the rain God and listens to the native song he chants in perfect unison with Josiah.
Clearly, this isn't the first time the men have danced together, and Chris feels a tug of something low and cold in his belly. He can't seem to focus on that feeling, however, or perhaps he just won't let himself. There's another feeling demanding much more attention, and although he tries to fight it, he can't help the heat building into a roaring fire as he watches Vin's lean, tanned back muscles and below.
His fingers curl although they do not touch his pistol. His thirsting tongue runs over his cracked lips. A burning need gnaws at his insides. He'd meant to hide before his friends saw him, but he's unprepared to run or even duck when they suddenly swing around to face him. Chris' betraying eyes goes straight to the stallion he's gotten to ride a few times before. It's strong, lean, and thickening with need where it shakes between Vin's legs and underneath Chris' hungering gaze.
He's almost forgotten their dance, certainly forgotten their song, when deep, rumbling laughter barks out of Josiah's throat. It is Chris' skin this time that turns a brilliant shade of red. "It's all right, brother," Josiah calls to him. "Nothin' this ol' Preacher man ain't seen before. I'll leave y'all alone."
Chris won't meet his gaze, but he does ask, trying to avoid admitting the truth, "Are ya two done?"
Vin glances at the sky, a wry grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I reckon we are."
"Should be any time now, Brother Tanner." Josiah walks pass Chris and begins gathering his clouds while Larabee continues trying hard not to look at either naked man.
"Shucks, Chris. Josiah already knows 'bout us. He's done seen it all."
"He hasn't seen us," Chris mutters, but still, he walks closer to Vin.
Vin is making no move to redress, and Chris sneaks a sideways glance at him. Damn, but the man's handsome! Chris has never been the poetic type. He tried a few times for Sarah, and he's tried a few times since for Vin. He'd like to be able to spout pretty words about how much of a vision Vin's naked, rippling muscles are, how the sight of him moves in ways he'd never thought he'd be moved again, let alone by a man, and how lucky he knows he is to have Vin in his life, but he can't. He can't say any of that with words, but he knows how to with touches.
Josiah seems to Chris to take forever to leave, but soon enough, he's on his horse and riding away to give them privacy. It is only then, once he's sure the Preacher is gone, that Chris does reach out and touch those beautiful muscles of Vin's. He brings him to him, his hands caressing him with an urgent need he hasn't felt in a long time, and his parched mouth angles over his. His lips touch his, and the Heavens pour.
Chris jerks up in surprise from kissing Vin. Dark clouds have gathered above their heads. Thunder rumbles nearby as the rain swiftly drenches them both.
The tracker grins at him. One blue eye winks. "Told ya it'd work," he drawls, but then he's clasping Chris' face in his hands, and he's kissing him, and despite the pouring rain that should be soothing, Chris has never been so damned hot as he is as Vin lowers him to the ground and rides him hard and gently all at the same time.
The End