by Birgit Stäbler
It all started with a not-so-innocent remark from Buck. Most of his
remarks were beyond innocence, at least when it came to sex. Ever since
he had come to terms with the relationship between Chris and Ezra, he had
started to tease them mercilessly. He didn't do it when the others were
around. At least not in an obvious manner. If Vin was present, barriers
fell and Ezra was subjected to what Chris called the 'Buck Routine'. Apparently
the other Agent had been at his worst when Chris had become more serious
with Sarah, so, in Chris's opinion, it meant Buck had accepted them.
Buck had made an effort to understand why Chris had become involved
in a same-sex relationship. Both Chris and Ezra had done whatever they
could to make it easier on him, without going back on their own partnership,
without forcing themselves to behave in an unnatural manner. Since they
didn't show affection in public anyway and there was no need to express
their union with breath-taking kisses in the mess-hall or holding hands
while walking somewhere, Buck had grown used to it faster than he would
have thought. As Ezra had put it, 'We're a professionals. I can tell apart
official business from private pleasure.'
So, throughout one evening, where Chris had gone down to Nettie's with
Buck to have a quiet beer, his oldest friend had made him spray his drink
all over the table by stating, "Guess you're the commander in charge in
bed, too, eh?"
Chris had stared at him, taking in the laughing eyes, the mischievous
expression, the twinkle, and he had just chuckled.
"What gives you that idea?"
"Past experience, pard."
"I can't recall sharing a bed with you, Buck."
Buck laughed more, nearly choking on his beer. "No, but you're the
leader type, Chris, no doubt about it. It's in your blood. Am I right?
You are in control, hm?"
"We are equals, Buck. This isn't about handing out roles."
"Never said that. Ezra's a stubborn and very strong character."
The statement had surprised Chris and he had seen the seriousness in
the other's eyes, then the mischief was back. For the rest of the evening,
Buck continued to tease him, told him about his latest romance, and generally
behave like the Buck Wilmington they all knew and loved.
By the time Chris was back home, the doubt had settled in. The doubt
and the nagging knowledge that Buck was right. Damnit, he hated to confess
it, but his friend had hit the nail right on the head. Ezra was by no means
submissive, but he had never taken Chris. Oh, he would lead him on for
a while, he would tease, he would drive him crazy, but it all came down
to the harsh truth that Chris Larabee seemed to be in command. Ezra had
given him everything, but Chris had yet to open up to him completely. Trust
him in that very last step. He had never thought about it. Never.
Yes, he had let his walls down, he had given Ezra himself over the
Bond. His insides clenched briefly. There was a small fear inside him.
While he wanted Ezra, he also chickened out each time it might have come
up in their bed antics. It was a fear he couldn't control and Ezra had
never pressed on, never forced him. Chris was grateful for it, but now
it was like guilt lying on his conscience. He was in control, he called
the shots; as the leader of the Chimera team and as Ezra's lover. Did he
fear to trust his soul partner with that most vulnerable and intimate form
of love?
Ah hell.
Chris gazed at his clasped hands.
Shit!
He wanted Ezra. He wanted him very much. In their months together,
the fire had never dimmed. There was something special between them, not
just brought on by the Bond, and he wouldn't ever grow tired of the younger
man. Perfect balance, he thought, smiling to himself. Why didn't he trust
him then?
The question repeated itself over and over in his head for the next
days. He was secretly glad that Travis had sent Ezra, JD and Nathan on
an errand. It was an unspoken agreement that they had shields up on cases
or official representations to keep the façade. So Chris had enough
time to freely ponder his problem and find a solution. Ideas were formed,
looked over and mostly discarded. He didn't want Ezra in on his plans;
he didn't want him to feel obliged. Chris would hand over control and Ezra
wouldn't even feel it.
Ezra came home, feeling tired but not overly so. The errand had been
more nerve-wrecking than initially thought and he was glad to be home.
Chris hadn't been in the office and the shields were still up, so the thief
believed that his partner was still somewhere official. Well, it meant
he would have to come up with something for the evening that had just started.
The idea of a long, hot bath popped up and he smiled. Yes, that would be
nice.
Dropping his keys on the living room table, Ezra pulled off the despised
uniform jacket and dumped it on the couch chair. Why anyone would want
to wear it was still a mystery. Chris insisted he looked just fine, but
Ezra wasn't a uniform type. He didn't like to 'fit in'. Well, he was an
Agent and for official purposes, the uniform was a must.
As he walked through the living room, tucking the shirt out of his
pants, he felt a little tingle along the Bond. Since the shields didn't
really waver, he dismissed it. Maybe Chris was having a conniption over
something or other. Nothing new there. He headed for the bathroom and stopped
dead in his tracks as he opened the door.
"Wha…." he managed, then snapped his mouth shut.
In his bathtub, a glass in one hand, sat none other than Chris. The
tub was full of steaming water, bubbles floating over the surface. Chris
looked totally relaxed.
"Hi, Ezra."
The shields went down and Ezra swallowed hard. He reached for the door
to steady himself as he was flooded with pure, undisguised lust.
"Want to join me?" Chris asked seductively.
Oh hell yeah, the voice inside his mind screamed.
Ezra stripped out of his clothes, feeling Chris's hot gaze on him,
and walked over to the tub. His lover leaned back, spreading his legs,
and Ezra sank between them with his back to Chris, groaning as the warm
water touched his skin. Chris's hands ran up his sides, easing the tension,
rubbing and massaging tight muscles. Ezra closed his eyes and sank back
against the hard chest behind him. Chris kissed his shoulder, then worked
up his neck, giving special attention to his ear and the spot behind the
lobe. Ezra made soft noises in the back of his throat, his hands rubbing
over the legs left and right of him.
"So how was your trip?"
"Boring right to the end," Ezra answered, breath catching in his throat
as Chris hit one of the tight muscles and loosened it. "That feels good,"
he groaned.
"Hope it does."
One of those talented hands rubbed along his inner thigh and Ezra closed
his eyes, head falling against one supportive shoulder as Chris continued
the sensual attack on his skin. He felt the hardness against his lower
back and pushed against it, earning a growl in return.
The water started to cool off after a while and both, though reluctantly,
decided to get out. Drying each other off was nearly Ezra's undoing since
Chris wasn't holding back on what he had planned for tonight. They nearly
didn't make it out of the bathroom when Chris pushed him against the wall
and almost performed a tonsillectomy on him. Ezra gasped for breath, shaking,
fingers clenched into his lover's bathrobe. Chris kissed him again, more
gently this time, maneuvering him out of the bathroom.
They made it into the bedroom and Ezra groaned in anticipation as he
discovered the candles all over the place. He had planned this. In detail.
Chris had planned this! Ezra turned and looked at his partner. Chris smiled,
stealing another kiss, maneuvering his hands under the robe. Ezra answered
the kiss and reciprocated, nimble fingers brushing over warm skin. They
sank onto the bed, shedding the last clothes, suddenly all over each other.
Chris had his walls down and Ezra saw no reason not to follow, arching
into each touch as it seared across the connection, doubling the pleasure.
Chris broadcasted his need, his desire, and Ezra nibbled, licked and kissed
his way down south, only too happy to comply.
Chris stopped him suddenly, drawing a frown from the handsome features.
"With you," he murmured, capturing his lips, and Ezra understood. He
scooted up the lean body, hungrily kissing his lover.
Chris had to hold on to himself not to give in and just surrender to
the pleasure he knew it would bring him. But he wanted more. It would be
special. He concentrated on phase two: getting Ezra into a state of mind
where he wouldn't be able to object what was to come. He felt his success
when he turned his lover onto his back, rubbing himself against his hardness,
ceaselessly using the Bond to his advantage.
Rolling around again, Ezra on top, he caught those sensual lips.
Want you>
You have me>
Completely>
Ezra trembled as Chris sent his intentions. His eyes widened. Chris….>
I'm sure, yes. Need you>
Ezra was too strung up to really fight him, to back out and call it
quit. He felt his partner's thirst, his desire, and latched onto it. Chris
took his cues from his own experiences with Ezra, rolling to the side as
his lover kissed his shoulders, massaging his back. He relaxed into that
touch, feeling the feverish desire from Ezra mingle with his own. Ezra
was gentle and Chris sent his implicit trust, moaning as those versatile
fingers prepared him. He felt his world tilt, arching against the compact
body above him, and a silent cry escaped his lips.
Okay?>
The reply was a wordless pleading to continue and Ezra did. Excruciatingly
slow.
Chris had never felt like this before and tiny explosions ripped through
him as Ezra moved. It was as if his spine had turned into molten lava and
he found he could suddenly understand the sensations coming from Ezra whenever
they were together like this. Climax hit him like a sledge hammer. He screamed
his release and felt Ezra's simultaneous eruption. For a wile, Chris was
only aware of his own, harsh breathing, his hammering heart. Someone was
talking to him, soothing words, and a hand ran gentle rhythms over his
sweaty skin.
He opened his eyes, looking into the loving green ones of his partner.
Ezra placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, smiling.
"You should have told me," he murmured, brushing sweat soaked hair
from his forehead.
"Surprise," Chris murmured, feeling sated and warm.
"I'd say, yes." Another kiss, this time on his forehead. "Thank you."
Ezra was aware of the trust Chris had shown him by breaking down the
last sexual barrier he had had in their relationship.
Chris snuggled closer to his lover, kissing a patch of skin. Ezra drew
the blanket over them, holding on to his partner, smiling.
on to Bar Talk II