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Aaron stuck his fingers inside his mouth and gave an ear-splitting whistle. Then he turned to Chris. “Err…why don’t you be a good girl and go dance with your…” But before he could even finish, Chris was already on his feet, stalking towards Shane like a predator.
Chris got to an amused Shane just as he started singing…
“Baby can you breathe?
I got this from Jamaica
It always works for me
Dakota to Decatur, uh huh…”
Chris’ arm went around Shane’s waist as he plastered himself against him and started a rather slow sensual dance to the delight and amusement of everyone. And when Shane sang the lines…
“The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty…”
Chris grinned and responded huskily, “You bet.” Then one of his hands slid up Shane’s back to the nape of his neck, his intent clear in his eyes for Shane to see. Shane forgot the lyrics…
Roguishly ignoring Shane’s pleading widened eyes, Chris captured his mouth in a plundering kiss. And despite Shane’s unease about being watched making out by a bunch of guys, his mouth opened to Chris’ possession with a moan, letting Chris in, allowing his tongue to forge into Chris’ mouth and twining with his. Shane totally melted against Chris, kissing him back as hard as he was receiving. There were whistles and catcalls from the guys but the two men looked like they were alone on another planet and couldn’t hear a thing. They tuned out everyone and totally got lost in each other.
When they eventually came up for air, both men looked dazed. “Shit,” Shane whispered shakily against Chris’ lips. “Did you have to?”
“Get used to it.” Chris grinned and landed a quick kiss on Shane’s mouth before letting him go.
“Fuck, that made me hungry,” Dean stated loudly, turning to look towards the lavishly laid table.
“You sure your hunger is for food?” Cole asked dryly making everyone laugh.
“It will do for now, asshole.” Dean retorted.
“Ow come on Dean, we all know you’re not getting any.” Michael chuckled. “The last thing a woman in her ninth month of pregnancy wants to hear is sex. Sucks to be you, buddy.”
“God, she’s killing me.” Dean groaned and turned to glare at Michael. “Why the fuck can’t pregnant women have their own special brand of Spanish Fly? Think you silly doctors can put your brains to good use? Huh?”
“Sure makes me happy I’m never going to go through that.” Damon chuckled, pulling Tristan close to give him a kiss. “Aren’t you happy I’m not a chic, baby?”
“You bet your sexy arse I am.” Tristan purred, smacking Damon on the arse.
“Yeah, whatever,” Ty growled, heading towards the buffet.
“Hungry?” Chris asked an amused Shane.
Shane gave Chris a smoldering look from beneath his lashes as he licked his lips provocatively. “Yeah but not for…”
“Shut up, Shane,” Dean growled, starting towards the buffet.
Shane laughed so hard the others joined in. They all went to the table and ate till they were too full to eat anymore. Afterward, the guys watched an NFL final between Seattle Seahawks and Dallas Cowboys. Shane had never enjoyed watching a match more. He enjoyed the arguments, the silly comments, and the colourful curses and shouts that the guys made throughout the match.
It was a great experience. Of course, they never stopped drinking and munching on tasty tit-bits. To Shane, it felt like he’d known the guys for a long time. And the beautiful thing was that they actually treated him as if he was one of them. They threw insults at him just like they threw at each other and that actually made Shane feel more at home. He was happy.
When it was time to leave, after midnight, all the guys hugged Shane but no one warned him not to hurt Chris as they would have done under normal circumstances. The man wore his heart on his sleeve for fuck’s sake. Everyone could see just how much he loved and adored Chris. He’d been hurt badly by their friend but had still managed to forgive him…right? What more could they ask for? They all liked Shane Lewis and didn’t hesitate to let him know it.
“Yo, Shane?” Matt bellowed. “We expect to see you every Saturday, man. The only acceptable excuse will be where you’re out of town.”
“Thanks. I wouldn’t miss it.” Shane grinned. “I don’t remember ever having this much fun, guys. Thanks for having me.”
“Well, even if this idiot doesn’t show up, do come because you’re more fun to hang out with.” Cole drawled.
“Fuck you, Cole.” Chris’ growl drew laughter from the guys.
“Aw come on, don’t be greedy. Shouldn’t one person be enough?” Cole retorted.
Everyone turned to look at how Shane would react to Cole’s comment. But Shane only shrugged and said to Chris cheekily, “I think he wants ya. Next time don’t offer.”
The look on Cole’s face was priceless. And even as the guys filed out of the basement, they couldn’t stop their laughter.
“That was a good one.” Kyle chuckled, bumping fists with Shane.
“You’re an asshole, Shane.” Cole laughed. “Briana will love you. For some reason, she likes assholes.”
“I can see that.” Shane’s meaning was not lost on Cole, who flipped him off. “I’d love to meet her.” Shane chuckled. “That must be arranged.”
“Actually we haven’t all been together in a while,” Ty said. “And I miss my ladies.” He said referring to Mary, who was Michael’s wife and Chris’ cousin. Jen, Matt’s kick-arse lawyer fiancee, the beautiful Briana, Cole’s fiancee, and the sassy, sexy Kayla, Dean’s wife.
“How about I invite all of you to a party on the fourth of July?” Shane asked with so much hope on his face.
“Dude, you throw that party every year but never show up yourself.” Damon chuckled.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything. It will be a first for all of us…well, except for Damon who has been…once?” Shane looked at Damon with a raised brow.
“Yep. It’s the sickest party ever, guys. We’ll have a ball.” Damon told the guys.
“I’m in.” Michael chuckled. “I’ll never miss a good party.”
“Great idea,” Dean said. “My baby girl would be out by then so Kayla can come too.”
All the guys accepted the invitation and said they were looking forward to having fun. By the time Chris and Shane got to Shane’s house, they were so tired they just had a quick shower and fell into bed.
This time, Shane spooned up against Chris, wrapping his arm around his waist and tugging him securely against his entire length. Their legs tangled together as Chris gently stroked the skin on Shane’s forearm. It felt nice to be held securely in Shane’s arms. There was no place he’d rather be, Chris thought with a smile.
“Your friends are great.” Shane murmured as he kissed Chris’ shoulder lovingly.
“I’m glad you think so. Wait till you meet our ladies.” Chris yawned. “They liked you too by the way.” He murmured, linking his fingers with Shane’s and sighing with contentment.
“Can’t wait to meet the ladies.” Shane chuckled. “Sleepy?” Shane asked and wished he could kick himself for asking such a silly question. Of course Chris was sleepy. It’s just that he didn’t want Chris to sleep. How was it even possible to be missing someone when they were actually in your arms? But that was exactly how he was feeling. He was missing Chris. Damn!
“Shane…?” Chris called out softly.
“Yes, baby?”
Chris went quiet for a moment and gave a tiny sigh. “Never mind.” He murmured and turned his head to silently demand a kiss. Shane didn’t disappoint. His head came up to meet Chris’ lips for a slow sweet kiss. “Good night.” Chris breathed when they broke off the kiss.
“Good morning,” Shane responded, making Chris laugh softly. “It’s almost two a. m. Shane said, pressing a kiss to Chris’ head before relaxing back onto his pillow.
And both men drifted off to sleep with their hearts filled with so much love for each other.