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Chris swallowed quickly but some still spilled out of the corner of his mouth. Shane couldn’t seem to stop coming. Chris took Shane out of his mouth and licked at the still spurting tip with the tip of his tongue, looking at Shane the whole time. And when Shane finally stopped spurting and looked down to meet Chris’s gaze, he melted like butter under the hot sun when Chris gave him a slow wink.
“Fuck, Donovan.” Shane gasped, unconsciously calling Chris by his last name which he used whenever Chris did something awesome when they were kids.
Shane felt his legs buckle and just knew nothing could hold him up. That sexy wink had been the last straw…he lost all strength in his legs. Shane sank down onto his knees in front of Chris, his arms coiling around Chris’ neck.
“Chris…” He moaned brokenly as his lips sought Chris’.
And even as Shane devoured Chris’ lips, Chris lowered a hand to his own aching cock and stroked it. He knew he wasn’t going to last long because besides the fact that he was already on the very edge, Shane’s exploring tongue was sending his senses reeling in the realms of ecstasy. On the third stroke, Chris bucked against Shane in ecstasy as he shot his load between them, screaming into their kiss as lights flickered behind his eyes. His other hand went up to grip the back of Shane’s neck to keep his mouth against his as his world fell away. It was pure bliss. When the two men eventually came up for air, they simply stared at each other.
“Fuck Chris.” Shane gasped when he was coherent enough. “That was…” Shane couldn’t find the words to describe what had happened between them and he said as much. “I… I can’t find the words.” He breathed, staring into Chris, intense grey eyes.
Chris just stared back without uttering a word. He couldn’t have said anything that very moment even if his life had depended on it. He felt too overwhelmed with emotion to say anything. At least Shane had obviously enjoyed his blowjob. Chris made a mental note to give Aaron a raise. It was his bank after all. He could do it and he was going to. ‘Cause seeing that floored look in Shane’s eyes was worth all the raise in the world.
When Shane leaned forward to capture Chris’ lips again, he simply melted against Shane and enjoyed that sweet kiss. They stood up and got back under the shower to rinse each other off amidst tiny languorous kisses, which continued even as they dried themselves. They couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other. When they entered Shane’s bedroom, Shane drew Chris into bed and pulled the covers to cover them. Chris had still not said a word.
“Are you okay?” Shane finally asked quietly.
Chris nodded and cleared his throat. “I’m fine.” He said quietly.
“Please sleep here tonight.” Shane pleaded softly.
“I have to go to work tomorrow. I have a meeting early in the morning.” Chris murmured.
“You’re the owner, Chris. You can be late.” Shane made a conscious effort to keep the whining out of his throat. Then he completely ruined his accomplishment by whining… “Please.” Then without waiting for Chris’ response, Shane moved to place his head on Chris’ broad hairy chest loving the feel of the soft hair beneath his cheek. He sighed in contentment when he felt Chris’ arms wrap around him.
When Chris heard Shane’s soft even breathing, he pressed a kiss on his head and allowed himself to think about what had taken place. If someone had told him two months earlier that he would be on his knees in front of a man, sucking him off and actually loving it, he would have probably given that person a dirty slap. But it had happened. And it had been hands-down his most exhilarating experience. What shook Chris was how much he’d loved doing what he’d done to Shane. But beneath all the feeling of contentment and exhilaration was a feeling of uncertainty and restlessness.
He’d been determined to give Shane pleasure and he’d achieved his goal if Shane’s reaction was anything to go by. But he couldn’t help but feel Shane might see him in a different light. Would he respect him in the morning? Did Shane attach any importance to what was going on between them? Chris couldn’t help but remember what Shane had said about his hand-job and phone sex.
Though he knew Shane had been angry and had even apologized and said he hadn’t meant what he said, just thinking about it hurt like hell. Chris couldn’t help but feel Shane was merely having fun and was probably not attaching much importance to it as Chris himself was. Was it possible that he was opening himself up to be hurt by Shane?
Chris never thought he would admit it but he wanted Shane in a way he’d never wanted anyone. He wanted to be with him body and soul. His heartbeat faster anytime thoughts of Shane intruded…it felt like his life revolved around Shane. Chris was powerless to stop how he felt. Suddenly Shane had become his world. He was the first thing Chris thought about when he woke up and the last thing he thought about before he slept.
He wanted to be with Shane all the time, thought about him whenever he wasn’t near, lusted after his hot body, and literally didn’t want to go a day without seeing the man. Chris didn’t really know exactly when it happened but…Shane had become his life. The thought of being used therefore unsettled and shook him. Did the other man feel what he felt? Or was it just sex and fun for him?
Chris couldn’t sleep. He felt vulnerable, needed to be reassured that he wasn’t being stupid, needed to know that he wasn’t in this alone, needed to know that Shane felt the same way. The tension within Chris was intense and kept building up by the minute. He couldn’t help but wonder whether that was how women felt when they let themselves go and don’t receive any reassurance from their men. It was such a shitty feeling. Suddenly, Chris groaned, remembering…
The way he felt must be nothing compared to how Shane must have felt when he received blows, after giving the boy he loved and thought loved him back, pleasure. How about the cruel words he’d flung at Shane all those years ago? Had Shane even believed him when he said he hadn’t meant them? If he expected Shane to believe that he hadn’t meant those hurtful words, then he might as well believe Shane when he said he hadn’t meant what he’d said about their sexual encounters in his office…right?.
“Fuck!” Chris swore. Was he ever going to get over what he’d done to Shane?
Chris turned to look at the clock on his side of the bed. It said two, twenty-three a. m. Chris carefully disentangled himself from Shane’s embrace and got out of bed. Then he started dressing up quietly. When he was done, he bent down to press a kiss to Shane’s cheek and turned to leave.
“Drive carefully.” He heard Shane say quietly behind him.
Chris turned and went back to the bed. Then he sat on the edge of the bed beside Shane and gathered Shane into his arms for a tight hug. Then without a word, he left.