" Aw Hell!" groaned Ezra. He watched Chris Larabee's mouth move as he continued with the conversation but Ezra's mind had fogged over as soon as he had heard his leader's orders!

"JD's wrist is broken - so you're to replace him!"

Chris looked at Ezra after he had explained the details and only then realized that he hadn't been heard. He saw the glazed eyes and pale features of his top undercover agent and couldn't help but grin.

"Hey there Ez, ya with me?" Chris bent forward and waved his hand in front of Ezra's face.

"Hmmm... alas, it appears not!" Ezra muttered then sighed heavily.

"Ezra?"

"Well it appears you want me to, to.."

"Take over JD's job!"

"So am I to be discharged from my current role within this operation?" Ezra looked up hopefully at his leader but groaned inwardly at the sight of the twinkling eyes of his boss filled with humor.

"Yes Ezra, only you can fill this role within the team-" Chris slapped a hand down firmly onto Ezra's right shoulder and looked into his face before he continued smugly, "-no one else can fit into the suit!"

Ezra left Chris's office to howls of laughter and much ridicule from his team mates who had already been filled in with the details of JD's replacement.

"Aw never mind Ez, just think about all those tips!" hollered Vin.

"Hell with the tips... those lonely women - at night - waiting for their... howled Buck wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Ezra," groaned an apologetic and very pale JD with his wrist in a sling, "Sorry, I was really looking forward to this!"

"Well, Ezra, sure looks like you'll be actually working this one!" chuckled Josiah.

After picking up his jacket, Ezra turned to leave but overheard Nathan's acid comment.

"Ah it's about time he got a reality check - this job sure will put him in his place once and for all!" Nathan snorted.

Ezra turned to face Nathan and glared, holding back the words he could have spoken in reply. But, as he prepared to depart from the offices, he turned and held up his right hand in a one fingered salute directed solely at Nathan.

Entering the vacant elevator, he heard the delighted howls of laughter that followed in his wake coming from the remaining agents in the bull pen - well all except Nathan, and this raised his spirits slightly.

The undercover assignment shifts were long and hard and in the heat of the summer the uniform he was compelled to wear made him hot and very, very sweaty as it stuck to his skin.

He had noticed many admiring looks over the past 5 days from both customers and employees alike but dismissed it as a part of his current disguise - he had started out really hating this case but by the end of five days he had begun to appreciate the hard life that such employees had. The pay was crap, but at least he got a lot of tips and many other offers - some that had made him blush and be thankful for the concealment of his helmet.

The undercover operation went smoothly and the whole case was successfully wrapped up within the week much to Ezra's relief. He was in the background when the final bust went down as he had been out on a delivery. He missed all the fun due to his cell not working in the apartment block he had been sent to.

Team 7 had just about got things all tidied up when Nathan spotted a lone delivery motor bike turn into the dispatch area where the riders were given their next chore and instantly jumped into action.

"FREEZE ATF!" he roared with gun evenly pointed at the rider's head. The rider froze half off his bike. "Away from the bike NOW!" Nathan crept in cautiously, watching intently for any sign of danger, calling out to his target to stand away from his bike.

Ezra had, for only a second, not been paying attention as a stream of sweat had pooled into his eyes from his hair under his helmet distracting him - and as he turned into the Panther Pizza take-a-way for yet another pick up to deliver he was shocked to hear a familiar shout - directed at him! He groaned inwardly knowing that to move suddenly could cost him his life - so he did as he was told.

"Hey, come see what Nate's caught!" Vin nodded and winked from the cover of the open doorway, indicating the direction with his gun while still holding it ready for action if the need arose. The other remaining members of Team 7 piled up behind him into the doorway and jostled for position.

Vin had already noticed the rider and the bike license plate and made an instant connection as to the owner even before the bike had roared to a halt. Now he wondered with a smirk if Nathan had even taken the time to notice such detail - obviously not the way he was reacting.

"What's up Vin?" asked Chris Larabee, leader of team 7, as he swiftly approached and peered out over Vin's shoulder then stared transfixed. "What the fuck-"

"Holy Cow!" beamed JD with eyes wide and mouth gaping.

"Dear Lord!" groaned Josiah Sanchez and sent up a prayer for Nathan's safety.

"Well, well, well, " chuckled Buck Wilmington with a beaming smile and wiggling eyebrows, "Looks like Nate's caught a real... shit - hell - ain't that Ezra?"

"Yup!" Chris turned a rare open-mouthed grin towards his oldest friend and winked, "Sure is, can't wait for the floor show!"

"Whoooo - and the explosion that's bound to come - hot damn, what is Nate doin'?" Buck croaked, as his gaze took in the rear of the black leather clad man who was now standing leaning up against the wall with his arms above his head and his legs spread-eagled wide waiting for Nathan's hands to frisk him for weapons. Hot damn, Buck thought, those leathers are as tight as a second skin. He felt a trickle of sweat run down his neck at the thought of what his own hands could do to that perfect tight leather clad ass that was pointing right at him.

"Looks like he's about to check him for hidden weapons!" chuckled Vin. His eyes had not missed the tight leather clad form, which left nothing to the imagination.

"Nathan must need his eyes tested if he thinks Ezra is concealing anything under THAT suit!" Pointed out Josiah chuckling and shaking his head.

Buck pondered to himself about what EXACTLY was hidden under that skin tight leather pantsuit, just as another trickle of sweat ran down his flushed features.

Ezra assumed the position, knowing that Nathan was only doing his job, but he wondered why he hadn't recognized his bike registration number, which could clearly identify him.

He tried to talk but his helmet muffled his voice as the visor had shuttered down when he was pushed hard up against the stone wall. He froze as Nathan's hands firmly and swiftly frisked him from top to toe and he was surprised to feel a hot heat on his face as a blush appeared unbidden at this intimate contact! If this was a joke of some sort it was not funny and Nathan Jackson would be told so in no uncertain terms.

As he secured the area after frisking the biker for hidden weapons, Nathan turned his head angrily and glared over his shoulder at his fellow law enforcers and growled at their lack of support, thinking it was typical for them to leave him to finish the job on his own.

"Ya goin' ta just stand around and watch?"

"Well, Nate, you are doing just fine on your own!" barked Larabee, lighting a cheroot and inhaling a deep puff.

Now Nathan's anger boiled over. He knew his boss was being sarcastic and he didn't fully understand his reason for it, so took it out on the pizza delivery guy instead.

"Turn round," barked Nathan as he grabbed at the leather clad arm to propel the man from up against the wall. "Yer name!" The man glared at Nathan through his visor still with his hands held above his head. "Take that goddamned helmet off!"

Slowly Ezra removed his helmet and his fellow ATF agents all watched with bated breath to see what was going to happen next.

"Hey, he's dyed his hair blond!" noticed JD, pointing.

"Yeah, and he's wearing a hair extension too," They all saw the long trail of blond hair that now cascaded across the leather shoulders.

Buck didn't speak, 'cause he just couldn't speak as his mouth had gone dry as he saw the blond, green eyed Agent and even from this distance he looked more than good enough to eat.

Nathan looked at the man in front of him and thought he recognized him but before his brain clicked into gear his mouth had opened and barked out another order.

"Yer name!" Dark brown eyes flared in anger at this blond... and only then did the penny finally drop just as Ezra started to talk.

"Ma name Sah is Ezra Stainton" Ezra was furious and his Southern accent thickened but he held his anger in check but it was noted that his leather gloved fists were clenched tightly and creaked with the tension.

"Aw shit!" croaked Nathan as he heard Ezra's undercover name and now fully saw his fellow ATF Agent standing in front of him. Only then did he realise why his team-mates had stood aside to let him frisk the biker - he had gone and done it AGAIN and made a damned fool of himself. His anger rose at being caught out.

Howls of laughter accosted Nathan's ears and he still couldn't see the funny side as even Ezra appeared to have a slight smirk on his face - who the hell did he wink at?

"YOU should have warned me!" bellowed Nathan, directing his torrent of anger to the men now standing round him still laughing and he watched as they wiped tears of delight from their eyes.

"YOU should have known it was Ezra!" growled Larabee, quickly gaining his usual composure, "You were told and re told his bike number and YOU were up close enough to recognize it long before you hauled him off the bike!"

Nathan seethed with anger and stormed past his team-mates as they all finished clearing up before they headed back to the office.

The debriefing was nearly over and Ezra was still wearing his leathers as Chris finished directing his last comment to Nathan.

"Jackson, next time pay attention to detail - it could have cost you your life today."

"Still alive Chris!" Nathan smirked.

"NO!" roared out the team leader, making all in the room jump as he flew from his chair, letting it fall to the ground. He crashed his fists down hard onto the top of the conference table in front of Nathan. "YOU would have DIED- if Ezra hadn't been one of ours!"

The green eyes became almost black. Chris' anger was directed solely at Nathan and Chris' blood boiled at the clear confusion displayed on Nathan's face.

"Ezra!" commanded Larabee, not losing eye contact for a second with Jackson, "Show him what he missed!"

Ezra stood away from his chair and silently lifted up one of his booted feet onto the chair. He unzipped the small zipper at the base of his tight leather pants leg to reveal his boots and reveal a hidden pocket. He plucked out a small hand gun.

"And the other one!" barked Larabee, watching the reflection in Nathan's shocked eyes.

Ezra swapped feet and this time unzipped a pocket next to his right calf and took out a very slim sharp knife.

"Now, do you understand!" Chris peered again lifting his eyebrows at Nathan then looked round towards Ezra and nodded, "Thanks, Ez, you done good - off you go home you look like crap! You boys can go too as I think Nathan and I have a few things still to discuss!"

Ezra followed his four fellow Agents down into the parking garage and stood for a second looking at his empty parking space - then realized his Jag was at home in its garage. He would have to beg a ride.

Buck saw the flicker of surprise on Ezra's face and put two and two together before giving him a nudge.

"Hey, Ez - need a ride?"

"Mr. Wilmington, I appear to be, at this moment, without the means to get home and-"

"He needs a ride!" chorused Vin and JD at the same time.

"Can you take him, Buck, 'cause Vin and I have already arranged to go out for a burger - that is unless you want to come?" JD looked at both Buck and Ezra in invitation.

"I will decline the offer - I am tired and wish to get some rest and -" started Ezra.

"And ya don't like that junk food that these two put away like there is no tomorrow!" interrupted Buck with a laugh.

"Huh- yer one to talk!" Vin teased.

"Off you go boys I will give Ez a ride home if that's okay with you, Ezra?"

"Mr. Wilmington, that would be the best option!"

Buck had to concentrate hard on driving to keep his mind occupied instead of resorting to staring, with tongue hanging out, at the man sat next to him in his truck.

For the first time since the bust had gone down, Buck got a real close look at the undercover agent dressed in black leather with a red panther emblazoned on each sleeve and across the middle of his back. He looked even hotter up close and it was only when he had pulled his truck to a stop outside Ezra's townhouse that he realized Ezra looked - uncomfortable!

"Something wrong, Ezra?" Buck asked raising an eyebrow of concern in his direction.

Ezra gulped as he had tried not to convey his distress but knew it was a losing battle as he was indeed in need of help - urgent help - otherwise the consequences would be unthinkable!

"Mr. Wilmington, may I beg your assistance?"

Buck followed Ezra into his home.

"This is NOT a laughing matter, Mr. Wilmington?"

"Oh yes it is!" Buck roared with laughter till his sides ached and tears washed his face. "Oh Ezra - if the boys only knew-"

"MR. WILMINGTON NO!" roared Ezra in alarm. "This WILL be kept PRIVATE!"

"Okay, okay come on then let's take a look!"

Buck grinned as the black leather clad man moved in closer as Buck took in a real close up view and WHAT an EYEFUL he was getting.

Ezra had a problem with a zipper but unfortunately for him it was his main suit zipper that could not be budged.

The zipper on Ezra's suit started at the neck and came down in a slight curve from his right across his torso to his waist.

Buck moved Ezra's blond hair from the nape of his neck and stifled a gasp of arousal that went straight to his groin. He managed to get the zipper down only an inch or two then it stuck and Ezra howled in pain.

"Ouch!"

"Sorry, Ez, didn't mean to catch at yer skin, this thing's real stuck!" Buck wiggled the zipper and shook his head.

"This is why I required your assistance as I am extremely hot and wish to be extracted from this infernal costume. I am decidedly uncomfortable."

Buck manoeuvred Ezra down onto the elegant leather sofa and proceeded to remove his boots for him.

"Mr. Wilmington-" Ezra started to shout his protest but was shushed by the big man kneeling down in front of him.

"Ezra, you're hot and tired. Been on yer feet most of the night and day - now shut up and let me see if I can cool you down!"

He may have been cooling Ezra down but he was only getting hotter by the second as he removed the boots each in turn then proceeded to do likewise with his socks. Ezra's feet were hot and Buck disappeared to return minutes later with a bowl and a soft towel.

Ezra gasped in surprise as Buck gently washed his feet in cool water then rubbed in some balm that he had found in a cabinet in Ezra's bathroom.

Buck's hands gently massaged in the balm and Ezra's foot twitched lightly at first. Wilmington looked up with a grin as he realized that Ezra was trying not to reveal the fact that his feet were ticklish.

"Well, Ezra," he crooned soothingly, "Isn't this making you feel better - cooler?"

"Yes but-" Ezra rolled his eyes and bit his lower lip as he tried not to pull his left foot free from Buck's administrations. His jaw tightened and the pulse in his neck twitched as the impulse to laugh and remove his foot grew ever stronger.

Buck played with Ezra's feet, gently stroking and he watched Ezra's face intently to find the places of intense sensitivity. Buck found his target and aimed in for the kill.

Ezra's foot curled and jerked up as Ezra let loose a howl of laughter unlike Buck had ever heard before from his friend. But he had found his area of fun and homed in for more.

Ezra had wriggled trying to get away from Buck but he pulled at both feet to capture Ezra again and to stroke him, tickling till Ezra hollered out his mirth and begged Buck to stop.

"Oh stop, Buck - please stop - please or-"

Ezra's eyes were filled with tears of laughter and he tried to catch his breath to warn Buck what would happen if he tried to continue with this action.

"Buck please - this was not the only zipper that got stuck!" Ezra fingered the zipper at his right shoulder and Buck looked for the other zipper, checking out the legs and noticing the ankle zips were undone but couldn't see any other.

"Buck " revealed Ezra "- My fly. It's stuck!"

"NO!" croaked Buck and howled with more laughter "You have to be kidding me, Ezra!"

"Mr. Wilmington - this, like before, is no joke! Especially as you have been tickling my feet so that my need for its unfastening has become rather urgent." He grinned sheepishly and looked down at his crotch and finally admitted. "I require to use the toilet!"

Buck stared at the tight figure hugging leather and homed in on the zipper and, with consent from Ezra, started to free the fly without success.

"Hell, Ezra, those zippers are flawed!"

"I am fully aware of that fact, Mr. Wilmington - they have to some extent played up all week but today - well I think the heat and my body perspiration has not helped matters and the clothing is inferior to say the least."

"Can't say that about the content though!" chuckled Buck under his breath as he tried once more but this time putting a hand against Ezra's hip as he tugged with his other hand at the zipper.

"Hey, Ez, I am sure it moved!" Buck beamed and Ezra's face flushed a deep red.

"It did?" Ezra croaked, with heart pounding. He tried to grit his teeth hoping that his body would behave as he felt the firm hands of Buck try to free his zipper.

"Yeah, it moved! See?" But Ezra did not need to see - he could feel the cool air that had washed over his now exposed skin.

Buck felt the zipper give and it swiftly moved downwards but to his utter astonishment and Ezra's deepest embarrassment revealed the fact that he was completely nude under the suit.

Ezra groaned as he realized that his body had indeed let him down as his cock escaped free from it's leather confines. Free to wave upright and point directly at Buck's face.

"Oh dear Lord!" groaned Ezra, as he blushed to the roots of his dyed blond hair and covered his eyes with his hands. He lay back, deeply ashamed.

"Je-sus!" croaked Buck. His throat had gone dry as his fingers still gripped the zipper tightly, his eyes bulging at the surprise that Ezra had for him. Buck glanced at Ezra and, realising his embarrassment, he decided to let Ezra know everything was okay!

"Could have poked my eye out, Standish - should be given danger money for this job!"

"What?" croaked Ezra lifting his head up to look into the chuckling face of Buck Wilmington and watched as his friend looked down admiringly at his blossoming erection.

"Hey, Ez, ya forgot to dye down here!" Buck couldn't help but laugh out loud at the look on Ezra's face. "That could have blown yer cover!"

"What" Ezra asked puzzled.

"You know if ya had - you know got friendly with a lady?" Buck wiggled his eyebrows as Ezra sat up, his erection deflating, much to Buck's disappointment.

"No, that would not have occurred!" whispered Ezra, looking down through lowered lashes at Buck.

"Ahh - but you couldn't predict-" started Buck.

"No, you misunderstand - it wouldn't be a woman!"

"You mean YOU-"

"Yes, Buck, I do mean-"

Buck started to laugh and looked into confused green eyes.

"Sorry, Ezra, didn't mean to laugh at you - it's just - hell do you know how hot you are in those tight leathers?"

"Extremely, Buck - that is why I wish to be-"

"No, Ezra, I mean I think yer really Hot!" Buck wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and licked his lips with a lustful look directed at Ezra.

He traced his hand down the leather zipper from the right shoulder across Ezra's chest to end at his waist then caressed back up, staring all the time into Ezra's eyes as he leaned in for a chaste kiss.

It was very gentle, light and so very sweet but Buck's desire was for another part of Ezra that had caught his eye. Darting his eyes down to view his desire he grinned as he saw the erection return to full attention and moved down for a closer inspection.

Buck rubbed gently up and down the length of the fly zip on one side then repeated it on the other rubbing his fingers against the leather and he felt Ezra lift his hips up at his touch.

He spread both hands out either side of the leather clad hips and looked at the flesh rising up to wink at him - teasing him to taste.

Buck bent forward and down to flick his tongue out to lick at the pearl drop of semen from the tip of Ezra's cock and flicked the sweetness into his mouth, savouring the taste.

Ezra and Buck both groaned and Buck decided to take the initiative and flicked out his tongue to caress in circles round and round the sensitive tip. He laved down with a long stroke to the pubic hairs that poked through the leather and slowly back up once again.

Ezra writhed and bucked as he rocked, urging him to go faster but Buck licked slowly up and down for some time before a trickle of semen ran down the pulsating cock to be captured in his mouth.

Ezra was thrumming with desire and, although confined in his leather clothing, he wanted Buck to take him into his mouth.

"Please Buck- please-" groaned Ezra with a gasp of desire that caught in his throat.

Buck had been waiting for Ezra's consent and now he had received it, he could finish what he had started. He deliberately hadn't stroked Ezra's cock once with his hands but had decided to leave that for later. His mouth could do the work this time.

He caught another drop of honey from his lover and swallowed it with a groan before he pressed down slowly to cover the full length of Ezra's cock.

Buck groaned again as the shaft thickened in his mouth and grew in length as he rocked up and down, bringing his love closer to the edge.

Ezra bucked hard as the mouth covered his leaking shaft and he couldn't suppress the cry of ecstasy as he came, pumping out his seed into his new lover's mouth. He sighed heavily as he felt Buck suck him dry till his flaccid cock was released to lay against his leather thigh.

Buck had been amazed at the enthusiasm Ezra had shown and the force with which he had cried out his release as he came in his mouth. That had resulted in his own ejaculation into his pants.

One week later-

Ezra picked up his cell phone and punched in the desired number and waited for the call to be answered.

"Mr. Wilmington? - Yes, it is I, Ezra - would you care to partake of some supper this fine evening - You would - Yes, if you could arrive for 8.00pm that would suffice - No, - alcohol will be provided - a surprise - yes, you could call it that - will await your arrival with pleasure - no, Mr. Wilmington I assure you the pleasure is all mine! Good afternoon!"

Ezra completed his call then entered his bedroom and placed a large brown box that had just been delivered onto his bed. After opening the box to gaze at the contents, he held them up, admiring the cut and feel of the expensive black leather pantsuit he had had made to fit his body perfectly and he wondered if Buck would appreciate his surprise!

End