***
Shane woke up to the sweetest feeling ever, on his cock. His gaze and hands went to Chris’ head as he moaned and bucked against that hot mouth. “Oh fuck.” Shane moaned.
Chris didn’t pause even once in his ministration. In no time at all, Shane was coming down his throat, just as Chris had been hoping he would. After he’d licked Shane clean,
Chris rolled out of bed and sat beside Shane. That was when Shane realized Chris was dressed.
“Hey.” Chris breathed. “Got your attention I see.” He grinned.
“Fuck you.” Shane chuckled breathlessly. “What time is it and where are you going?”
“It’s five a. m. I need to go see to something at home. Go back to sleep. I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Okay.”
Chris leaned down and dropped a quick kiss on Shane’s mouth and stood up to leave. At the door, he stopped and looked back at Shane. “Don’t miss me too much.”
“I don’t even remember who you are, pal. What’s the name again?” Shane gave Chris a mockingly innocent look.
Chris went right back to the bed, threw off the covers, and straddled a now laughing Shane. Then as he took Shane’s mouth in a hot kiss, Chris humped Shane, rubbing his jeans-covered erection against Shane’s soft cock. Well, Shane didn’t stay soft for long. With a whimper, he began thrusting back against Chris mindlessly.
“Chris…” Shane moaned when Chris moved down to capture a taut nipple in his mouth and pulled on it. “I want you, baby.”
When Chris was satisfied that Shane was totally aroused, he raised his head, panting harshly, and looked down into Shane’s passion-glazed eyes. “Remember me now?” He husked.
“Oh fuck, Chris.” Shane groaned, thrusting up against Chris. “Are you shitting me? Was all this just to make a…”
“Point? Yes.” Chris said getting off Shane. “Now think about that whilst I’m gone.”
And even as Shane called him every foul name he could think of, Chris laughingly left the room, adjusting his own hard-on and cursing himself for putting himself through that. Damn, Shane was hot.
***
“Fuck, I have to do this,” Chris muttered to himself.
He was sprawled on his comfortable couch inside his personal sanctuary, staring up at the ceiling. Chris had been in there for almost three hours, thinking. He’d taken care of some paperwork that needed his attention immediately he’d gotten home, and then made himself some breakfast. Then he’d gone directly into his personal sanctuary to think long and hard about something that had been bothering him for a really long time… Sylvia Lewis.
Chris wanted so much to tell Shane that he was in love with him. Though he would bet his last cent Shane already knew that fact, Chris knew he had to tell him. He loved the thrill that always flashed through him whenever Shane told him those three-letter words and he felt that Shane needed that from him too. It was only fair…right? But Chris couldn’t help but feel it was wrong to tell Shane that, till he’d made peace with Shane’s mother, Sylvia Lewis.
The problem was that the mere thought of coming face to face with the woman made Chris’ heart pound. He realized he was even more terrified of meeting Sylvia Lewis than he’d been, meeting Shane himself. Maybe he hadn’t gotten the chance to be terrified at seeing Shane again because they’d met by chance. Meeting his mother on the other hand, was a totally different thing.
Chris knew that Shane would never bring up meeting his mother because he knew how scared Chris was to meet Sylvia. Both men went out of their way to avoid talking about Sylvia Lewis but sometimes it felt like a giant elephant in the room when they had to mention her in a conversation. Now that Shane had met the squad, who Chris saw as his family, Chris felt he couldn’t put it off any longer. He had to make peace with Shane’s mother. He had to man up and do what was necessary. It had to be done.
Chris turned to look at the glass of scotch he’d poured for himself when he entered the room. It stood on the center table, untouched. He groaned when his eyes landed on his blinking phone that was lying beside the glass of scotch. He usually put his phone on silent whenever he was in his personal sanctuary to think. He’d been so engrossed in his thoughts he hadn’t even noticed that his phone was blinking. Chris reached for his phone and realized he had a message from Shane.
Shane: I’m in the study, workin. But I can’t concentrate. U’ve ruined me.
Chris couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face when he read Shane’s message. God, he loved the guy. He swung his feet to the floor and started typing away.
Chris: Just saw your message. Sorry. Been so engrossed in what I’m doing, didn’t even notice it was noon already. I’ve missed u.
Shane: He’s alive. Hooray!!!
Chris laughed as he stood up.
Chris: Lol! Can’t die without tellin u first can I?
Shane: U got that right, asshole.
Chris: Lol! U have no idea how incredible u are do u? On my way.
Chris contemplated pouring the scotch down the basin in the bar but…don’t let anyone say Chris Donovan wastes a shot of good scotch. He quickly tossed it down his throat and headed out of the room, his thoughts filled with Shane.