***
The cook shrugged, quickly pinning up her blonde hair. “Sometimes he’s just not in the mood for food. But he’s a very healthy man so… It’s just that as the cook, I want to cook for my employer. So when he opts not to eat, I don’t feel good.” She said, bringing out a plate of a yummy-looking meal from the oven.
“Wow! What’s that? It looks so good.” Chris exclaimed.
“Spaghetti with prawns in a creamy tomato sauce. Changed your mind?” She laughed.
“No.” Chris shook his head, chuckling.
“He loves it,” Abby informed Chris. “I usually make it when I notice he’s not in a good mood. He can’t resist it.” She grinned.
“And what makes you think he’s not in a good mood today?” Chris asked with a tilt of his head.
“Mr. Don, come on. I’ve worked for Mr. Lewis for the past five years. I know when he’s not in a good mood. Would you want me to take this up?”
“No, I’ll take it,” Chris said, taking the tray from Abigail. “What’s that?” Chris asked, looking at the second plate which had on it crispy, delicious-looking rolls and a simple salad.
“That’s Crab spring rolls. It’s for you.” She turned towards the liquor cabinet. “Mr. Lewis will eat better if you eat too. These are not filling but they are delicious. You can eat it even if you’re already full. Red? White?” She asked, holding up two bottles of wine.
“Red. Err… Abby, if you don’t mind my asking, why was the landline busy, virtually the whole of today?”
“Mr. Lewis asked Mrs. Smith to take it off the hook when he got home. As I said, he wasn’t in a good mood.”
Chris nodded. “Thanks.”
“Sure you don’t need my help, Sir?” Abigail asked looking at the tray. The bottle of Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon and two wine glasses looked safe in Chris’ hand. But she was worried about the tray that was balanced unsteadily in Chris’ other hand.
“I’m good,” Chris said. “Corkscrew…”
“Oh sorry. I totally forgot.” She said, quickly placing a corkscrew on the tray. “Have a good night Mr. Don.”
“Good night Abby.”
“Oh and Mr. Don?”
“Yes, Abby?”
“Thanks.” She said looking so grateful. Chris didn’t need to ask what the gratitude was for. It was clear in her eyes. He nodded and left the kitchen.
Back in the room, Chis placed the tray on Shane’s lap. “Eat.” He said and proceeded to uncork on the wine.
Chris filled the two wine glasses and placed both glasses and the bottle on the bedside table on his side. Then Chris pulled off his t-shirt and slipped into bed beside Shane. It was only then that he noticed Shane rather eating his Crab spring rolls.
“Hey, those are mine,” Chris said, picking up his wine and taking a sip. “Like it?”
“They’re really good,” Shane murmured, popping the last piece of the roll he was eating into Chris’ mouth.
The two men ate and drank their wine in silence, engrossed in the wrestling match being shown on TV. By the time the meal was finished, the bottle of wine was finished too. They waited till the wrestling ended, then went to brush their teeth and got back into bed, with Chris spooning behind Shane.
“Chris, about today…”
“Let’s not talk about it,” Chris murmured, dropping a kiss behind Shane’s ear. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow okay?” At Shane’s nod, Chris pressed another kiss on his neck. “I love you, Shane.”
“I love you too, Chris.”
“Good night.”
“Sweet dreams.”
And in no time at all, Shane’s breathing settled into the deep, even rhythm of sleep. Though Chris was tired due to traveling and all the emotional stress he’d had to go through that day, he couldn’t sleep. He extricated himself from Shane and the sheets as carefully as possible and got out of bed. Chris stood beside the bed, watching Shane sleep. He looked so beautiful, peaceful, and innocent. God, he loved him so much.
Pulling on his t-shirt, Chris left the room for the study. Now that he’d taken care of what was most important to him in the world, he had to placate the feathers he’d ruffled with his abrupt departure from Dallas earlier that day.
***
“Chris…” Shane moaned as he arched upward, pushing into Chris’ hot mouth. What an exquisite feeling to wake up to, Shane thought as his hands moved down to Chris’ head. He looked down and realized he was no longer wearing the boxers he’d gone to bed in, the night before. He hadn’t even felt it when Chris had taken it off. But he’d sure felt that exquisite mouth on his dick and it felt so fucking good. Shane’s breath hissed out between his teeth as his head fell back.
Chris swirled his tongue around the broadhead, tasting Shane, feeling the thick veins throbbing against his tongue. When Shane heard the unmistakable click of a bottle of lube being opened, he looked down just as his wet cock popped out of Chris’ mouth. Then Chris was squeezing a generous amount of lube onto the head of Shane’s cock and smoothing the slick gel over his entire length. When Chris crawled up Shane’s body to straddle him, Shane realized that Chris’ boxer briefs was already off too and his cock was so hard, it was pointing straight up and dripping with precum.
“Fuck.” Shane moaned, his eyes growing heavy with arousal. Chris was sexy as all fuck.
Chris straddled Shane and reached down to grip his cock, shifting until the slick head nudged against his already lubed-up opening. Then holding himself steady, whilst looking down into Shane’s aroused eyes, Chris began to sink down, taking all of Shane’s mammoth girth in a single slow stroke that left both of them gasping for breath.
“Oh God, Chris, so good, you feel so fucking good….” The tremor that ran through Shane’s powerful body showed just how much he loved being inside Chris. “Fuck,” he hissed. “So… fucking… tight.”
Chris’ legs shook as the thick cock stretched and filled him. “Ah, God.” He threw his head back and gasped. That feeling of being taken and possessed overwhelmed him. It never ceased to. “Shane…” Chris moaned, tightening up on Shane.