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“Fuck you, Michael.” Chris retorted, flipping Michael off as the others laughed. “Adele will be okay, Lizzie,” Chris assured Lizzie as he opened the front passenger door of Sam’s Lexus for her.
“I know,” Lizzie said, getting into the car.
“Talk to you soon guys,” Shane said as they waved at Sam and Lizzie.
“Whew! She can be a handful.” Shane groaned as they headed back to Adele’s room.
“She’s a mother.” Chris chuckled. “It’s only to be expected.”
When they got back to Adele’s room, Michael was writing on her chart. “How long do you think she’ll be out, Michael?” Shane asked, tenderly touching Adele on the cheek.
“At least three hours.” He informed them. “Better make yourselves comfortable. “He gestured towards the couch in the room. “I’ll be back.” With that, Michael left Chris and Shane with a sleeping Adele.
“I’m so sorry, Chris,” Shane murmured.
“For what?” Chris asked as he flopped into the couch.
“This. I know you were looking forward to getting some rest after the trip.”
“Don’t insult me, Shane,” Chris said quietly. “Is resting more important than being here with you? In any case, who says I can’t rest now? Come here.” Chris reached for Shane’s hand and drew him down beside him.
“I’m so relieved she’s okay.” Shane sighed as he rested his head against Chris’ shoulder. “Thanks for convincing Lizzie.”
“Hmmm… Guess she didn’t stand a chance in the face of the Donovan charm.” Chris murmured, nuzzling Shane’s neck.
“Don’t flatter yourself dickwad.” Shane breathed, enjoying the feel of Chris’ lips on his neck.
“Who’re you calling a dickwad?” Chris husked, stretching to lie on his back and pulling Shane to lie on top of him. Without wasting time, he captured Shane’s mouth in a fiery kiss.
Shane opened up, kissing Chris right back. Chris’ hand went to the back of Shane’s head to hold him to his devouring lips whilst his other hand moved to Shane’s lower back to caress his sweet spot with butterfly touches. Shane arched his back, moaning lustfully into the kiss. He was hard in an instant, his cock pushing against his buttons, begging to be released.
“Chris…” Shane moaned as he tore his mouth away from Chris, thrusting slowly against Chris’ equally hard bulge, his eyes shut in bliss.
“Not here.” Chris rasped. “Come on.” Both men got off the couch.
“Where are we going?” Shane was so hard, he couldn’t focus.
“Restroom.” Chris didn’t miss the grimace on Shane’s face when he mentioned the restroom. “Don’t worry. This hospital is virtually like a five-star hotel. The restrooms on the executive wing are neat, classy, spacious, and aren’t used much as all the executive rooms have their own en suite bathrooms.”
“But Adele…”
“I’ll get a nurse to watch her. Unless of course, you don’t mind staying here with…that.” Chris said, staring pointedly at the bulge in front of Shane’s pants.
“Let’s go.” Shane groaned, reaching down to adjust himself.
Chris and Shane quietly went out of the room with one destination in mind…the restroom. They paused briefly by the nurse who couldn’t seem to take her eyes off Shane. Chris couldn’t stop the growl of irritation that tore out of his throat. Shane narrowed his eyes at Chris and turned to give the nurse a brilliant smile. But before he could open his mouth, Chris was speaking.
“Maggie,” Chris said, looking at the nurse’s nametag. “Would you be a darling and watch my little girl for me please. We’ll be right back.”
“Certainly, Mr. Donovan.” Of course, she knew Chris. Who didn’t know Dr. Murphy’s crazy, handsome rich friends?
“Thank you, darling,” Chris said too sweetly to be genuine and turned towards the restroom with Shane. “Florence Nightingale wants you,” Chris growled. “She’s obviously dying to fuck your brains out.” He rasped, pushing open the restroom door. “Wanna give her a taste of that wicked cock?” Chris taunted as he quickly locked the door behind them and pushed Shane against the double-wide vanity with its beautiful marble countertop.
“Will you hurry the fuck up and stop talking about some chic who is never going to see my dick?” Shane growled.
Chris chuckled as he reached between them to unbuckle Shane’s belt. “See how frustrating and irritating it is when the one your heart beats for, decides to talk about some chic you don’t care for, at a time when all you want to do is love the hell out of him?” Chris smirked as he unbuttoned Shane’s pants and freed his pulsing shaft.
“You’ve made your point.” Shane breathed. “Now…oh fuck!” He threw his head back and moaned when Chris squeezed the curved mushroomed head of his cock. His head fogged with pleasure. “Chris wait…” Shane’s hand moved down to cover the hand on his cock. The feel of Chris’ thumb, rubbing against his wet slit was pure torture. Shane looked at Chris with eyes hazy with lust and uncertainty. He was obviously having second thoughts. “I don’t think this is a good idea. We could get caught.” He whispered shakily.
“And what if we are?” Chris retorted as he shook Shane’s hand off and pushed his pants and boxer briefs past his arse. “Sometimes, it’s good to live dangerously.”
“Chris…”
“Shut up Shane,” Chris murmured and leaned forward to kiss Shane softly on the mouth. “Sit on the counter,” Chris said huskily and waited till Shane did as he demanded.
Without wasting time, Chris first pulled off Shane’s boots, and then completely pulled off his pants together with his boxers, leaving him in only his polo shirt and socks. Then Chris took a step back and unzipped his jeans, smirking at the look of pure hunger on Shane’s face when he released his own hard throbbing cock. And when Chris bit his lower lip sexily and stroked his cock, Shane gave a tiny moan and licked his lips. At that erotic sound, Chris’ cock got even harder, the skin straining over thick veins, its head an angry purple. He was leaking like a faucet.
“Oh fuck.” Shane moaned lustfully, completely forgetting about his initial uncertainty. “Chris…”
Although Shane had already been lubed up before they were interrupted by Lizzie’s call in Chris’ home, Chris knew that with his girth, there was nothing like too much lube. He slowly stroked his cock, spreading the precum all over it, getting it slick. His eyes never once left Shane’s lust-filled face.
“Maybe we shouldn’t…” Chris breathed.
“Shut up and give me that cock.” Shane commanded gutturally, breathing harshly with arousal.
Chris lost his train of thoughts at that sexy command. He stepped closer to Shane and lightly pushed Shane on the chest till Shane leaned back, his arms stretched back with his palms placed firmly on the surface of the counter for balance. Chris gripped one side of Shane’s butt with one hand and pulled his arse to the edge of the counter. Then he slowly rubbed the tip of his cock against Shane’s still slick puckered hole, watching as Shane’s eyes dilated with arousal and anticipation.
Then with bated breath, Chris rolled his hips up and slowly impaled Shane on his cock, inch by blissful, thick inch. They gasped in unison. Both men watched, riveted as Chris slipped slowly into Shane, both moaning their pleasure as Chris bottomed out. Neither moved. They held still, savoring the exquisite feeling of becoming one.
“God, you feel like pure heaven.” Chris groaned.