Snowmobiles, Tequila and Jags
Fandom: Magnificent 7
Pairing: C/E/V, B/JD
Rating: PG (No Sex)
Warning: This is my first slash fic...read with caution!
Summary: This story will be part of a planned series where Chris keeps brats
Vin and Ezra from killing themselves. In this story, Vin and JD "Borrow"
Ezra's Jag and find a heap of trouble.
"Hey Cowboy." Vin said as he stuck his head into Chris's office. "I finally finished that report."
"Good. I'll see you at home then."
Vin walked into the office and shifted nervously from one foot to the other. "Uh, I was plannin' on meetin' the guys at the Saloon."
"No."
"But you're lettin' Ezra go." Vin whined.
"Ezra isn't the one who took JD out on the snowmobile after me and Buck said no."
"Aww Chris..."
"Vin, I said no. That's the end of it." Chris stood up and moved to Vin's side. "I'll see you at home."
" I don't wanna go home. I wanna..."
Chris's gaze hardened. "What you want is irrelevant." He interrupted. "You are still on restriction. Now, unless you would like to revisit last weeks punishment, I suggest you get your backside home."
"But...OW!" Vin yelped as Chris landed a non-too gentle swat to his rear.
"Don't argue. Now, go."
"Fine!" Vin said angrily as he rubbed the sting from his behind. "I'm gone!" He had almost made it to the office door when Chris's voice stopped him.
"Vin!" Chris waited for him to turn. "Stop acting like a brat or you'll find yourself having difficulty sitting tonight. Am I clear?"
Vin stared at his feet. "Yes sir." He responded through clenched teeth.
"Thank you." He lifted Vin's head and planted a soft kiss to his lips. "I'll see you at home."
Vin stormed out to his jeep and threw himself into the driver's seat. "I'm tired of doing what mister high and mighty says. If I want to go to the Saloon, I'll go. Who cares about what he say anyway." He muttered to himself and threw the jeep into gear.
"Hey Kid. What're doin' here?" Vin asked as he entered the bar.
"Same as you I guess." JD answered. "Thought ya weren't allowed to come?"
"Thought ya weren't either?"
They shared a conspiritual look. "Tequila?"
"Tequila."
Ezra pulled his Jag into the parking space next a very familiar jeep and sighed. *Why me?* He moaned to himself and entered the Saloon.
"Ezra!" Vin yelled across the room. "What're doin' here?"
Ezra headed over to where JD and Vin were sitting. "I might ask you two the same thing."
"We're just havin' a few drinks." JD answered as he downed another shot.
"Yes, I can see that." Ezra replied sarcastically. "Might I suggest you both find your way home, immediately? Mr. Wilmington is right behind me and I'd hate to see his reaction when he finds you here."
"Buck's coming here?" JD sputtered. "I thought he was on a stakeout."
"He was. With me, remember?"
"Oh shit." Vin and JD said simultaneously.
"Yes, as you so eloquently put it, oh shit." He turned to Vin. "If Buck finds you here he will undoubtedly notify Chris. That is not something I'd like to witness. So go home."
"Don't tell me what ta do!" Vin said in sudden anger.
"Vin, please. You're in enough trouble..."
Vin shoved Ezra and grabbed the keys to the Jag off the table. "Fine, ya want us ta go, then we're outta here."
Ezra chased them out the door, but only caught the dust Vin kicked up when he squealed out of the parking lot. About that time, Buck showed up.
"What in the hell was that?"
"That was my lover and your brat stealing my car."
"What? JD and Vin were here?" Buck yelled. "After me and Chris told them no? I'll kill 'em." He hopped back into his truck. "I'm goin' after 'em. You call Chris and tell him what happened."
"Larabee."
"Uh...Chris?"
"Ezra?"
"Um, yes. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but uh..."
Chris sighed. The only time Ezra was at a loss for words was when he was trying to save Vin from his wrath. "What did Vin do?"
"Well, I found him and JD doing shots of Tequila at the Saloon."
"WHAT?! Put Vin on the phone!"
Ezra winced. "I'd like to do that but at this moment, Vin and JD are using my Jag to play cat and mouse with Buck."
"After they've been drinking?! Are they crazy..." Chris's rant was halted by the ringing of the other line. "Hold on, I've got another call." Two seconds later he was back. "That was Buck. They've been pulled over but Buck convinced the officer to not arrest them. I'll swing by and get you." Chris said quickly and disconnected the call.
Buck watched until the police car was out of sight before saying anything. "You," He grabbed Vin by the collar of his jacket and landed a firm swat to his rear.
"OW!"
"Sit your skinny ass down in that car and don't move." He shoved him into the passenger side of the Jag. "Understand?"
"Yes sir."
"And you..." he grabbed JD. "What in the world were ya thinkin' boy?"
Vin winced in sympathy as he heard a solid swat land onto an unprotected backside followed by a yelp.
"Getting' in a car with someone who's been drinkin'. An what the hell were ya doing out in the first place? Didn't I tell say ya weren't allowed to go the Saloon? Huh?"
"OUCH!" JD yelped again as another swat landed. "Yes sir."
JD was saved from any more chastisement by the sound of Chris's truck pulling up behind them.
"Where is he?" Chris asked angrily.
"In the Jag."
Chris stormed over to the passenger side, pulled Vin bodily from the seat and landed a hard slap to Vin's jean clad bottom.
"OW! Chris! That hurts!"
"Oh it hasn't even begun to hurt." He said ominously. "Get in the truck." Vin hesitated. "Move!" Chris yelled and smacked him again. He waited until Vin was the truck before turning to Ezra.
"Ezra! Get in your Jag and get yourself back to the ranch. Now!" Ezra didn't need any more prompting. He wasn't about to get Chris pissed at him.
"Yes sir."
The ride back to the ranch was the longest Vin had ever experienced. Chris 'helped' him out of the Ram and into the house. "Corner. Now." He commanded.
Vin hurriedly found his corner and went to it.
"What's the matter with you? Drinking and Driving...do you know what would have happened if that cop did a Breathalyzer test?"
"Yes sir."
Chris continued as if Vin never spoke. "And what part of 'go home' didn't you understand? Did you think I said it to hear myself talk?"
"No sir."
"Then why Vin?"
"I was jist mad an wanted ta go out. I was bored being stuck at home."
"So, let me get this straight. You disobey a direct order, meet JD at the Saloon, do shots of Tequila, steal Ezra's Jag, drive it after you've been drinking and almost get arrested because you were BORED?!" Chris shouted.
"I'm sorry." Vin whined.
"Boy, you haven't even begun to experience sorry." Chris reached to pull Vin out of the corner when he felt a hand grab his arm.
"Ezra, let go of me, now. Unless you'd like to be next." Chris growled.
"You are not going to touch him until you calm down." Ezra said dangerously.
Chris looked down into Ezra's steel green eyes. "All right. I'll be back in 15 minutes." He turned to Vin. "Don't move from that corner." He said and stormed out the door.
Ezra waited until Chris reached the barn before pulling Vin from the corner and into an embrace. Vin clung to him and started to cry. "Vin, why do you push him like this?" he asked as he stroked Vin's hair.
"I don't mean to. I jist couldn't take being stuck in this house one more second."
"I know love. But you realize you've only made it worse, don't you?"
He felt Vin nod. "Chris's really mad. He's gonna kill me." He cried.
"He won't kill you, just make it so you can't sit for a few days." Ezra pulled him back and kissed him. "Shh...turn around. He's coming back in."
"Vin, go to our room." Chris said sternly. "I'll be up directly."
"Yes sir."
He turned to Ezra. "I know you don't like to be here when he's being punished. Why don't you go out and grab us some takeout?"
Ezra nodded, grabbed his keys and kissed Chris goodbye. "Do be too hard on him."
Chris entered the bedroom and stood in front of Vin. "Tell me what you did wrong."
"I disobeyed you, drove after drinking, stole Ezra's car and was almost arrested."
"That's right. You recklessly endangered your life. You know what that means, don't you?"
Vin paled. "Please Chris...I'm sorry."
"I know you are. But that doesn't eliminate the consequences, does it?"
"No sir. But please don't use your belt!"
"Vin, we've been here before. How many times are we going to have this discussion before you get it through your thick skull that you are never do anything to endanger your life! Period." Chris removed his belt. "Now lets get it over with. Drop your jeans and boxers and bend over."
Vin slowly got to his feet and did as he was told. He didn't have to wait long before the first lash hit followed closely by the second.
"OW! OUCH! I'm sorry Chris!"
"You will never...SMACK...ever...SMACK...drive after you've been drinking."
"I wont...OW! OUCH...I promise."
"And you will not...SMACK...disobey me...SMACK...again...SMACK...understand?"
"Yes...OUCH!...yes sir....OW! Never...OW!... agin."
"You will also never...SMACK...take Ezra's car, or any car for that matter without...SMACK...permission...SMACK...am I clear?"
"OW!... OUCH!... Yes...OUCH!... perfectly!"
Chris let 10 more lick fall before stopping. He gathered Vin into his arms. "Shhh...it's all over now."
"I-I'm s-sorry Ch-Chris." Vin sobbed.
"Shhh...I know." Chris held him until he heard Ezra return. "Ezra's back with dinner." He kissed Vin tenderly on the lips. " Lets get you cleaned up so we can eat."
"Not hungry."
"I still want you to try and eat."
Vin crossed his arms over his chest in a classic pout. "I don't want to."
Chris rubbed his eyes and sighed. Vin was the only person he knew who risked getting into trouble so soon after being punished. "You've got 3 seconds to get your ass downstairs and sitting at the table. Move!"
Vin glared defiantly. "I said I wasn't...OW!OUCH!" Vin yelled as two hard swats fell onto his already sore backside. He quickly changed his tune. "Ya know, I think I might be able to eat."
"Thought you'd see it my way." Chris kissed him again and gave him a little push towards the stairs. "And Vin?"
Vin turned.
"I love you."
"Love you too...Cowboy!" Vin said emphasising the hated nickname.
"Boy, you are just asking..." Chris's words were cut off by an earth shattering kiss. "For me to take you and Ezra to bed right now."
"Sorry, I cant. Seem ta remember someone starting a fire in my pants." Vin teased and took off down the stairs.
"I'll start a fire all right." Chris said and headed down after Vin.
Vin shifted in his chair for what must have been the hundredth time since he got to the office. "JD?"
"Yeah?"
"How ya doin'?"
"Oh just great." He said sarcastically as he squirmed to find a more comfortable position on his sore backside. "Do me a favor?"
"Sure."
"Next time you decide to do shots of Tequila and steal Ezra's car, don't ask me to join ya. I don't think I could take another night like last night."
"You and me both, JD. You and me both."