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Nothing New Under the Sun, Part Two



In the Light of the Day by Lumina~



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For once in his life, Ezra Standish welcomed the morning sun.  The lightening of the room on the 

other side of his eyelids filtered through and met a mind in a body eager to forget the night he had 

just passed.



It had been a night spent tossing fitfully, sleep failing him, as the events of the New Year's Eve 

party kept replaying over and over again in his mind's eye.  Even the neutral surroundings of his 

own bedroom plotted against him as the smooth glide of his sheets across his naked flesh became 

the remembered feel of a large hand ghosting down his back.  The firm pressure of his hip against 

the mattress as he lay on his side tickled nerve endings that had lain under the paths of long 

fingers that had possessed that same surface.  His own sighing breath as he shifted restlessly 

became the hot rush from another man's mouth as it pressed against his own.



The distant, intermittent hum of traffic from the street below his window was but a backdrop to 

the whispered words echoing through his head in an endless loop.



"What'd it hurt?"



"It's your sweet mouth I want to taste."



"It's a New Year, Ezra."



"You like kissing men, Ezra?"



"Ezra…."



"Ezra…."



The sound of his own name haunted him, uttered in two different voices, yet both flavored with 

the same want, the same need and desire that turned a simple word into a caress of sound.



But morning came, and with it, Ezra's endless gratitude as he flung back the bedcovers, anxious 

to clear his mind of the images and words, and the confusion they conjured, that stormed through 

his mind.



Shivering slightly at the morning chill as he left the warm cocoon of his blankets, Ezra quickly 

moved to the bathroom and turned on the shower adjusting the temperature to as hot as his skin 

would allow.  Waiting for the water to warm, Ezra turned to the mirror over the sink and surveyed 

his face.  Running a hand along his jaw line, he took note of the paleness of his skin that 

accentuated the slight shadows underneath his eyes, both evidence of his sleepless night.



Sighing, Ezra turned away from his reflection and stepped into the shower.  Letting the soothing 

cascade from the shower jets slowly bring his sleep deprived mind to alertness, he turned his 

thoughts to the morning at hand.



Morning.  Of New Year's Day.  A day of endless football games and dinner.  At Chris Larabee's 

house.  With Chris.  And Buck.  And the others.



"Oh, Lord," he groaned.



The idea of calling and begging off immediately occurred to Ezra and was just as quickly 

rejected.  Calling Chris would mean having to talk with Chris, and Ezra was not prepared to do 

that now.  Not until he knew for certain if he wanted to hear what Chris had to say.  Of course, he 

could always send his regrets through a third party, possibly Vin, but that would only lead to 

questions and coaxing, and would, in fact, be the coward's way out.  Ezra wasn't willing to admit 

to Chris or to Buck that their actions had rattled him.  He didn't even want to admit it to himself.



No, the best thing for it would be to go to their New Year's celebration, to see and to be seen, but 

one of seven.  Safety in numbers.



Gone was his urgent need of the night before to have answers to the myriad of questions chasing 

each other around his mind.  That need had been tempered instead with the desire to understand 

first his own body's, his own heart's, reactions to the touches of two men he had previously only 

called friend.  Until he understood that, Ezra wasn't ready to deal with what was behind the sultry 

words and the smoldering touches, the pair of hands that took possession of him or the mouth that 

laid claim to him.  Nor was he ready to name all the emotions he'd seen shining in those two sets 

of eyes that had stroked over his skin with a touch as tangible as that of any hands.  Touches that 

even the scalding hot water of the shower failed to wash away from his skin's memory.



Just twenty-four hours ago, Ezra Standish had been your average, everyday ATF undercover 

agent, going about his own business, allowing himself to be occasionally drawn in from the 

fringes to the core of their makeshift family of a team.  Now, not content with that, two of their 

members had left that center to come to him.  For him.  Seemingly intent on having him in a way 

he'd never expected.



Ezra lightly thumped his head against the tiled wall of his shower and moaned, "Lord, I hate 

mornings."



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Buck Wilmington, his skin still moist and warm from his shower, tendrils of hair curling damply 

around his face, slid into a pair of freshly laundered jeans.  Zipping up the fly, he moved to his 

dresser and rummaged amongst the contents of one drawer.  His fingers quickly found the object 

they were looking for and pulled it out.  Shaking out the soft folds of the blue wool sweater, Buck 

slipped it over his head and down his naked torso appreciating the smooth glide of the knit 

against his skin.



It had nothing over the feel of Ezra Standish in his arms last night though.  His hands had finally 

traced the sleek muscles of that lithe back, his finger the silky curve of cheek.  He'd inhaled 

greedily of the unique scent that was Ezra's, an essence he'd only caught hints of before, a 

combination of a subtle aftershave and Ezra himself.  And his own breath had caught as he'd 

shared Ezra's, as he'd tasted of that mouth that he'd craved for so long and found even more sweet 

than he'd imagined.



Buck had wanted that and more for so long, had dreamt of it, fantasized about it, and had not 

found the reality wanting.



It had not satisfied his craving, however.  It had merely increased it tenfold.



Buck ran his fingers through his hair as he looked at his reflection in the mirror over the dresser.  

Ezra had commented once on the quality of the garment he wore, the richness of the color, and 

had left a heated path that spread along the length of Buck's arm from the small spot where his 

fingers had felt its softness.



This sweater had been a gift from Chris.  His friend.



Buck met his own eyes in the mirror and felt a twinge of guilt as he remembered the flare of 

anger in Chris's eyes the night before, the hardness that had set his mouth in grim lines.  But he 

also remembered the soft touch of Ezra's lips, their supple grace over his own, and the fit of that 

body, warm and pliant, against his.



Buck turned his eyes away.  Why should he feel guilty?  He had a right.



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Chris Larabee gently replaced the phone receiver in its cradle and slowly released his indrawn 

breath through his teeth as he exhaled in relief.  The shrill ring had sliced through the 

peacefulness of the morning shooting a spike of anxiety into him as he rushed to answer, 

expecting to hear Ezra's voice, but finding Nathan on the other end instead, letting Chris know 

he'd be late for their gathering.



He had awakened that morning, surprisingly, with a sense of warm calm suffusing him and a 

smile on his lips as he showered and dressed.  Now carrying his morning coffee out to the front 

porch, he settled against the porch railing and let the brisk coldness of the air try to prickle his 

skin to a greater sense of life than it had encountered last night.  Nothing could rival that feeling 

though, that combination of sensations brewed by the reality of Ezra Standish in his arms.  It was 

equal parts desire at the feel of that skin and the taste of that mouth, his heartbeat thudding wildly 

against its counterpart, and a sense of fulfillment that all was just as it should be.  And the greater 

measure was the fierce tenderness and possessiveness surging through him at, once again, having 

and holding someone he loved.



Nothing could rival that.  The sun needn't even try, with its dance of blue, pink and white-hot 

jewels across the newly fallen snow, to out-dazzle the flare of passion and desire sparkling in a 

pair of beautiful green eyes and directed at him.



An expression he'd also seen given to Buck.  The unease that had been born with the ringing of 

his telephone grew as he recalled that sight, one he had never expected to see.  Buck, with his 

body curled around Ezra's, gazing into those same passion clouded eyes as if the light found there 

belonged to him.  And with that unease, his anger kindled anew at the subtle defiance he'd seen 

on Buck's face as it swiveled to face him in the library and heard in the seemingly innocuous 

words, "We can finish our talk later."



That anger flared into a conflagration as he looked up at the sound of an approaching vehicle and 

saw Buck's pickup pulling off the road and bouncing over the ruts of his snow covered drive.  The 

outline of his friend was clearly visible in the driver's seat, JD's dark head on the passenger side.



His friend.  His betrayer.



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Ezra unobtrusively let himself out onto the front porch of Chris's house, surprised at the success 

of his escape in light of the silent scrutiny he'd been the object of all day.  Always a late arrival, 

he had made doubly sure today that it would be so, not wanting to spend any time alone in Chris's 

company.  He had been relieved when he'd pulled into the drive to see the vehicles of all the 

others, save Nathan's, there ahead of him, but it was shortlived as the atmosphere inside the house 

had been rife with a palpable tension as soon as he crossed the threshold.



Chris and Buck were studiously avoiding talking to each other, JD's eyes, full of concern, darting 

back and forth between them.  If the others noticed Chris's and Buck's uncharacteristic behavior, 

they were ignoring it in favor of making a concerted effort at normalcy, enjoying the football 

games with their usual boisterous enthusiasm and attacking the food laid out with typical gusto.



The day was anything but normal for Ezra though.  Eyes followed him everywhere, watched his 

every move, sometimes one pair, sometimes the other, but more often than not both sets, warmed 

with emotions he didn't want to face.  It was hard to ignore, however, hooded blue eyes boring 

into his as one long finger, the same one that had caressed his cheek the night before, languidly 

traced the water droplets, up and down, that dewed the neck of the beer bottle nestled between 

Buck's legs.  Then there were Chris's eyes staring at him over the rim of the glass he had taken 

from Ezra's hand, forming his lips to rest over the same spot where Ezra's had been before slowly 

running his tongue over them as if savoring Ezra's flavor.



Staring out at the crimson shadows creeping over the snowy fields as the sun set, Ezra decided 

this was definitely not a normal day.  Normal could not describe how he felt this day.  Confused, 

yes…and twitchy.



Turning to face the house, he forced himself to refrain from jumping as he heard the door behind 

him opening then quietly closing.  He was glad to see Vin Tanner approaching rather than either 

of the two strangers masquerading as Buck Wilmington and Chris Larabee.



Vin leaned against the porch railing beside him and said, humor tracing his voice, "'Ey, Ez.  Ya' 

hidin' out?" 



Ezra scanned Vin's face, seeing mirth dancing in his blue eyes.  Raising a quizzical eyebrow, he 

asked, "What makes you think that, Mr. Tanner?"



Vin gave a short huff of laughter before tilting his head towards the window to the living room, 

its interior visible through the open curtains.  "Ain't hard to figure, Ez.  Ya' can cut the tension in 

that room with a knife.  Wouldn't know anything about that, would ya'?"



Ezra turned towards the window watching his teammates as they moved about turning on lights 

against the encroaching darkness.  Facing Vin again, he asked innocently, "What makes you think 

I'd know anything?"



Vin smiled, his eyes following the movements of their friends through the window.  "Answerin' a 

question with a question, huh?  Good defensive position there, pard."



"Mr. Tanner-" Ezra broke off as Vin raised a placating hand.



"Just mean, Ez, that it'd take a blind man to miss the looks Chris and Buck been throwin' ya' all 

day.  That's not even mentionin' the looks they've been givin' each other.  They been havin' whole 

conversations with each other, just with their eyes, and it don't look friendly."



Ezra granted the truth of that statement.  He had seen the loaded looks passed between the two, 

the expressions from each warning the other to back off when he got too close to Ezra.  But there 

was something else there, an anger, a mistrust that seemed to go beyond what two friends vying 

for the same lover might feel.  Ezra didn't like it.  He didn't understand it, and he found it 

disquieting.



"Something happened last night, didn't it?  At the party?  They finally tell ya'?"



Ezra looked at Vin in surprise, not sure what he might see on his friend's face, but all he saw was 

calm concern.  And knowledge.



"You knew?" he asked, disbelief coloring his voice.



Vin smiled and nodded.  "Chris told me."



"And Buck?"



Vin's smile widened.  "Chris told me."



He really shouldn't have been surprised that their sharpshooter would know.  Even if no one had 

told him, Vin's observational skills were such that he'd have no trouble sniffing it out on his own.  

But Ezra had thought his own skills in that regard were just as sharp, just as keen.  And he hadn't 

seen it coming till it hit him in the face.



Shaking his head, Ezra asked, irritated at hearing the confused dismay in his own voice, "Vin, 

how did I miss this?"



Vin clapped him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry about it, Ez.  Ya' ain't the only one can 

play it close to the vest."  Then, as Ezra continued to shake his head, Vin cocked his to the side 

and asked, "Whatcha more worried about, Ez?  That you didn't see it happenin'?  'Cause it don't 

really matter why or how, does it?  It just did."  Vin shrugged and continued, "Or are ya' thinkin' 

on what you're gonna do about it?  'Cause I gotta say, I don't envy ya'.  Can't be easy decidin' 

between two friends who're in love with ya'.  'Course maybe ya' might not want either.  That'd be 

the hardest maybe."



Ezra froze, his further questions dying on his lips as Vin's words sank in.  Specifically, two 

words.



"In love…."



Chris was in love with him?



Buck was in love with him?



Ezra raised his eyes to Vin's, horror filling them, denial in his voice as he exclaimed, "Nobody 

said anything about love!"



To Be Continued in Nothing New Under the Sun, Part Three~You Burn