***
By the time Shane finished what he was saying, Chris was laughing so hard he fell off the couch. “You’re a nutcase, Shane.” Chris laughed. “I swear you belong in a mental institution. Oh my God.”
Shane sat smiling on the couch, looking at Chris lying down on his plush blue rag, his hand rubbing his stomach which probably hurt from laughing so hard. He was happy he’d made Chris laugh. He’d always hated it when something bothered Chris. That had obviously not changed. How was it even possible to love someone so much, Shane asked himself for the umpteenth time.
“Let’s go see her on Saturday and come back on Sunday,” Shane said softly, watching as the laughter disappeared from Chris’ face.
“Shane…” Chris groaned.
“I’ll be with you. It will be okay. Promise.” Shane murmured. “Even I forgave you, Chris.”
“Yeah. You’re obviously ruled by your dick.” Chris muttered.
“Fuck you.” Shane laughed as he threw a pillow at Chris. “Come on, say you’ll do it.”
“Alright. But I’ll sleep in a hotel.” Chris said pitifully.
“We’ll see,” Shane responded.
“Shane…”
“Whatever you want, love.” Shane raised his palms in an act of surrender. “Let’s just go get this over and done with, okay?”
“Okay.” Chris groaned.
“Now let’s go eat. Abigail sent a message about thirty minutes ago that food was ready.” Shane got off the couch and reached down to pull Chris up. His hands went to rest loosely on Chris’ hips as he leaned in to suck sensually on his lower lip, loving the sound of Chris’ lustful moans. “Fuck, I love these lips,” Shane whispered against Chris’ lips. “I love you.”
“I know,” Chris whispered back.
“Come on, before Abigail descends on us.
***
Shane watched Chris worriedly. They had been airborne for about an hour and the anxiety on Chris’ face seemed to increase by the minute. Shane couldn’t help but notice Chris actually looked sick. They were on Shane’s private jet which he’d actually had to win a coin toss, in order to use on the trip. Chris had wanted them to use his private jet but Shane had a feeling Chris would probably order the pilot to take them back to L. A. mid-air. The way Chris looked at that very moment, made Shane happy he’d won that toss. They would have been on their way back to L. A otherwise. Shane had tried to talk to Chris but he looked absent-minded and tense. Finally, Shane couldn’t take it anymore.
He stood up and reached for Chris’ hand. “Come on.” Shane drew Chris after him into his luxury executive suite. In the room, he pushed Chris to sit on the bed and knelt in front of him. “What can I do to help?” Shane sounded desperate. He didn’t need to ask Chris what was bothering him. “Tell me please.”
Chris stared down at Shane quietly for a moment, then he shrugged. “Get my mind off it.” He rasped shakily. Chris was going out of his mind with self-loathing. What he’d done to Shane was playing in his mind over and over again. Chris felt like the first time he’d met Shane in Damon’s office, only this time, the feeling was much worse. “Please,” Chris whispered as his beautiful eyes got suspiciously bright.
Without a word, Shane stood up and went to select R&B on a console above the bed. Chris Brown’s ‘With You’ filled the room as Shane went back to Chris and started stripping him. When Chris was naked, Shane pushed him back onto the bed and started peppering his whole body with butterfly kisses but froze when he felt Chris’ heart pounding so hard inside his chest. That wasn’t good, Shane thought worriedly.
“Calm down, Chris,” Shane whispered. “Fuck, I don’t think you were this scared when you ambushed me in my garage.” Shane groaned.
“How would you feel if someone beat Adele to a pulp?” Chris asked quietly with a lost look in his eyes.
The fury that swept through Shane at that instant, picturing his daughter beaten, was so intense he growled. “Chris…”
“Just the thought, Shane. And look how furious you got.” Chris said softly. “Your mother didn’t have the luxury of merely imagining.”
Shane nodded with a deep sigh. “Be right back,” Shane muttered as he rolled off Chris and headed for the bathroom. When he got back into the room, he picked up a bottle of water and pulled Chris to sit up. “Take this. Aspirin.”
Chris raised an eyebrow but didn’t question Shane. “Thanks. Scared I’m going to die on you?” Chris murmured, placing the bottle of water on the bedside table.
“Shut up,” Shane muttered as he pushed Chris back onto the bed. This time he didn’t bother with kisses. In one fluid movement, Shane was on his knees between Chris’ legs and swallowing his soft cock.
Shane didn’t tease…he simply sucked, with one goal in mind… to give his man something else to focus on. Chris was rock hard within seconds, trembling with obvious pleasure. Then Shane did something that totally blew Chris’ mind. He lightly pulled Chris’ balls down and away from his cock and sucked on just the head of the profusely leaking cock… hard. The effect on Chris was instant and mesmerizing. He shot off the bed with a loud cry…
“What…what was that?” He groaned, looking down at Shane’s face. And the look on Shane’s face…partly amusement, partly love, and partly satisfaction probably for getting that reaction from Chris, made his face look so sexy and beautiful Chris couldn’t stop the downward movement of his head. Gently cupping Shane’s cheeks with his hands he gave Shane a kiss so soft and sweet it left Shane shaken. “Oh god, whatever you did felt like being hit with a thousand bolts of electricity.” Chris whispered shakily against Shane’s lips when he ended the kiss. “Do it again, please.”
“Thank God, you’re still alive.” Shane chuckled shakily as he pushed Chris back onto the bed and resumed sucking his throbbing cock and driving him out of his mind.
When Chris felt Shane’s slick fingers at his entrance, massaging just the ring area, it felt so good his eyes rolled back as he automatically opened his legs wider, giving Shane better access. Chris couldn’t hold in his moans as those fingers slid in to rub against his prostate. Shane’s fingers felt so good inside him he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting wantonly on those thick fingers, mindless with pleasure.
“Shane I need you.” He whimpered, his cock gushing out so much precum into Shane’s hot mouth.
Shane allowed Chris’ cock to pop out of his mouth as he pulled out his fingers from Chris’ hot channel and got to his feet. “Stroke yourself.” The command in Shane’s voice sent a shiver down Chris’ spine. “Don’t make yourself come.”
With a groan, Chris closed a hand around his cock and stroked himself as he watched Shane strip slowly.