27 comments/ 28384 views/ 74 favorites Unbreakable Bond Ch. 01 By: adjoaq Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis Dedicated to Madisonkai (there's your clean ghost!) *** 'Fucking pull yourself together.' Shane Lewis screamed at himself silently. He couldn't believe his hands were actually shaking. As if that wasn't enough, his palms felt sweaty, he had a queasy feeling in his stomach, and he'd started breathing hard. Was he having a panic attack or something, Shane wondered, getting really scared. He was Shane Lewis for fuck's fake. The Shane Lewis! Just his name put the fear of God into others. He didn't get scared...he just didn't. Shane Lewis was the owner of one of the most powerful and successful business empires in America - SL Group of Companies. And he was only thirty-two years of age. Shane, an engineer by profession, was always described in the media as the man with the Midas' Touch. He was so smart and lucky that whatever business he ventured into became a success. When he was just twenty-two years old, Shane had been able to convince a bank manager to grant him a loan. With that money, he had successfully purchased, tore down and rebuilt his first office complex. Shane had never looked back since. He'd been a smart young man, who had been determined to make it. He'd probably wanted to make a point...even if not to anyone but himself, that he wasn't worthless or a nobody. And as an African American, that hadn't been a walk in the park. But with determination and hard work, Shane had achieved his goal and even more. It was therefore not surprising that his name made it to Forbes top fifty richest men under thirty-five. Shane was into a lot of businesses, ranging from real estate to oil. According to Forbes, his net worth was six billion dollars. Shane's all-time principle, which guided him at all times, however, was to ensure that whatever business he ventured into, was clean. Every business must be legal. That was something he would never compromise on. Thanks to his mother, Shane never forgot the saying that 'a good name is better than riches'. To him, a good reputation was worth more than all the money in the world. Shane Lewis was a strikingly handsome black man. With a height of six' one, a sexily muscular physique, a nicely close cropped hair cut, and his smart and confident personality, Shane would have passed for a movie star any day. With that kind of body, it was not a surprise that Shane was very athletic. He played football, ran track and boxed. He'd been a late bloomer...was bullied a lot too, so when he started shooting up, he'd been so thrilled he'd thrown himself into athletics...as a hobby and also as a way to stay fit. Not only did Shane never miss a day at the gym, he actually had an ultramodern gym which had all the hi-tech equipment, in his beautiful mansion. It was therefore not surprising that his hot, yummy, ripped muscles remained as it was. Add that devilishly good looks to his humble and charming personality, and what came out was an exceptionally likable and easy to love young man. As if that wasn't enough, his passion to achieve greatness in the business world...and success thereof, actually made him the total package. Women, who didn't even know just how wealthy he was, fell over themselves just to gain his attention. Shane Lewis was super-hot. Shane was somehow borderline shy about his accomplishments, yet certain and fiercely focused on his goals. One distinctive thing about Shane that surprised the business world was that, he never wanted to be seen. He always made it a point to stay out of the public eye. Very few people even knew what he looked like. When he made his very first business kill, Shane had changed his name from Nicolas Shane Lewis to just Shane Lewis. Since most people hadn't known his middle name was Shane, he had succeeded in hiding who he was not only from the public, but also from those who knew him before. When his mother had asked him curiously why he'd done that, Shane had shrugged and responded in a hoarse voice, "Much as I want to make it in life Ma, the thought of him even knowing I exist, gives me the shivers." "Oh honey..." Sylvia Lewis had whispered with pain in her voice. "It's been years but the very thought of ever seeing him...and sometimes just the mere thought of him makes me shake with dread. I become that kid again, Ma. I hate the feeling." Shane had whispered, reaching out to wipe the tear that shuddered on his mother's eyelash. "It's okay Ma. For as long as I remain...hidden, I'm fine." "But that's just it, baby. You don't have to hide. You did nothing wrong. You were just a kid, honey." Sylvia Lewis said with so much anguish in her voice. "I knew what I was doing, Ma." Shane had whispered. Sylvia shook her head sadly, her heart breaking for her son. "You need to see someone, hon." She had said softly. "We couldn't afford it before but you can now. You have to see someone." "I'm okay, Ma." Shane smiled at his mum. "Besides, no shrink can understand exactly how I feel. I'll be fine." "What do you mean, they can't understand? It's their job to understand exactly how their patients feel, Nick." Sylvia Lewis had countered, sounding upset. "Calm down, Ma." Shane had said, grabbing both of his mother's fists in his large hands. He hated it when his mum got upset. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me okay? Seeing you happy is all that matters to me in this world. Don't worry. Okay?" "Okay." Sylvia had whispered and let it go. "Now give us a smile..." Shane chuckled. Though he hated it when his mother got worried, he somehow felt good inside that someone loved and cared about him that much. But hey...that was his mum and she did what mothers did best...worry about their kids. That conversation between him and his mum had taken place ten years ago. Shane never thought the day would come when he would see someone and just want to kneel over and die. He looked around the faces in the conference room and gave a sign of relief when he noticed that no one seemed to be paying attention to him. He'd decided to personally attend the meeting because the business he was entering into with Damon Thomas-Reid was a very huge and important one. They'd both brought their lawyers and advisors to the meeting. What Shane hadn't known was who Damon was bringing to the meeting as his banker and advisor. When Shane saw just who it was, his heart had nearly jumped out of his fucking chest. Chris Donovan! When he'd woken up that morning, the last person Shane Lewis thought he would come face to face with was Chris Donovan. He'd blinked and looked again...And there was no mistaking who it was. He would never forget that face. Shane's initial instinct had been to leave...just turn around and hightail it out of there. But what would the people he was there to meet think of him, Shane wondered. Besides, why the fuck should he run because of Chris Donovan? He said a quick prayer to whoever was listening in the heavens, to give him the strength to finish the meeting without attracting unnecessary attention to himself. He made a conscious effort to concentrate on what was being said but try as he did, Shane couldn't stop his mind from wandering down a painful memory lane... *** Damon Thomas-Reid was getting worried. The meeting he was in was a very important one. In fact so important that, the great billionaire...Shane Lewis himself had decided to show up for the meeting. Damon had only seen the man once at a friend's party. He'd gotten to know who Shane was because his friend had insisted on introducing them. That had been a very long time ago but Shane still looked his very imposing and charismatic self. To say Damon was surprised Shane had decided to show up for the meeting was an understatement. The man always stayed back and allowed his crew of impressive professionals to operate. Damon was however thrilled that Shane was actually attaching so much importance to their business...and naturally, Damon expected his crew to do same. So why the fuck was Chris sitting down quietly like a mummy, Damon wondered furiously. It was so unlike Chris to be quiet in a meeting of such importance. He was the professional banker for fuck's sake. He needed to give his inputs. Damon felt so lucky that his lawyer seemed to have some knowledge on banking. He would have been fucked. He made a mental note to give the man a raise for saving his arse. In fact it would serve his absent-minded, rich, banker friend right if Damon insisted he gave the lawyer a reward too. After all, the man was doing Chris' work for him. Damon wished he could get his hands around Chris' neck that very moment. Damon Thomas-Reid was pissed! What surprised Damon even more was Shane Lewis' silence too. When the guy insisted on attending the meeting, Damon had naturally assumed he was coming to contribute to the discussion. Not just sit quietly like a mute. Shane Lewis' reputation preceded him. The guy took control of issues whenever he was around and every major player in the business world knew that. Hey, the man definitely didn't get to where he was by being a mute. Damon couldn't help but notice the surprised looks Shane's crew kept throwing their boss' way. They were obviously as shocked as Damon was. Wait a minute... Damon turned to take a good look at his equally uncharacteristically quiet friend and started getting worried. Chris looked like he'd seen a ghost. And if Shane's demeanour was anything to go by, he was shaken as well and didn't have any intention of speaking a word. Hell, he didn't even look like he could hear a word of what was being said. Did Shane's silence have anything to do with Chris, Damon wondered. Damon watched the two for a while, waiting for either man to say something...anything. But both Chris and Shane looked like they were not even in the conference room. And just like that, Damon knew he had to bring the meeting to a close. After all, the very important issues had already been tackled. Why not put both men out of their misery? "Okay gentlemen," Damon started in a booming voice, "I'm sure you'll all agree with me if I say this meeting has been very successful as we've handled all the major issues. The secretary will mail the minutes to all of us before our next meeting in four weeks. That's going to take place in Shane's residence by the way, since he wants to show all of us a prototype of what we have in mind. Thank you all for coming." There were handshakes all over as everyone got ready to leave the conference room. Damon couldn't help but notice how Shane greeted only him, murmured something about giving him a call later and quickly turned to leave the conference room as though the hounds of hell were after him. Chris, on the other hand remained seated, looking as though he didn't even know what was going on. Damon closed and locked the door to the conference room behind the last person and turned to look at his friend. "What the fuck is going on?" Damon bellowed without preamble, wincing when he saw Chris jump in his seat. Damon got even more worried then. What the hell would make an over six feet fearless hunk like Chris be so out of it, he actually jumps at a raised voice? Damon was seeing a totally different side of the poised Chris. Out of all his seven friends, the squad, as they often called themselves...namely Dean, Cole, Matt, Chris, Kyle, Michael and Tyron, Chris was the most confident and assertive. To top that, Chris was smart and commanded respect like no other. He was the sole owner of two big investment banks and was a partner in a third one...his partners being his seven friends. Yes, they were all very well-to-do but were not uptight like most young rich guys. In a way, Chris was the backbone of the group because whenever any of guys had problems, Chris was always the last resort. He was the problem solver amongst the friends. He was also a lot of fun to be around...especially when the group of friends came together. But the Chris sitting in the conference room that very moment, was nothing like the Chris Damon knew and was used to. It looked like the problem solver needed his problem solved, Damon sighed as he went around the conference table to sit directly opposite his friend. "Chris?" Damon's voice softened. He waited till Chris looked up into his eyes with his grey eyes filled with so much desolation. "Talk to me man. What just happened?" Chris cleared his throat as his eyes darted away to look at the seat Shane had been occupying. He still couldn't bring himself to speak. "Do you know Shane?" Damon asked and then almost kicked himself. Of course Chris knew Shane. Who didn't? Well, in his defence, most people had never seen Shane physically, Damon argued with himself. "I mean personally." Damon added, hating the defeated look in Chris' eyes. Chris nodded, his eyes still riveted on Shane's seat. His heart was pounding so hard, he thought he might probably be coming down with a heart condition. Chris couldn't believe he'd actually seen Nicolas Lewis after all these years. He'd never connected that Shane Lewis was the same as Nicolas Lewis. He'd looked different...bigger than the last time he'd seen him, but there was no mistaken that face, those eyes...that had been his Nick. He would know that face anywhere. "Chris?" "Yes." Chris' voice was barely audible. "Yes, I knew him personally." "Okay." Damon said, looking at Chris. "How long ago was that?" Chris shrugged. "Fifteen years, four months, six days...and some hours." Chris said quietly, making Damon whistle. "You mean you've been keeping all this in your head?" Damon asked incredulously. Chris gave a short bitter laugh, still not turning to look at Damon. "I calculated that during the meeting." "Thanks a bunch, dude. Instead of listening and contributing to what was being discussed, you chose to calculate the last time you saw some billionaire hunk." Damon chuckled. "So tell me...what's up with the two of you?" "I knew him when we were both kids, Damon." Chris took a deep breath and plunged on. "My dad took my stepmother and I to his country home for summer vacation. It was the best vacation of my life. Not because the country side was beautiful, or because I was virtually always left on my own the whole time so could therefore do whatever I wanted. It was because Nick was there." "Who's..." "Shane." Chris said quietly. "He was Nicolas Lewis then. His mother was our housekeeper. She was...she was the mother I never had, Damon. My dad and stepmom were virtually always out. Only God knew where they usually disappeared to. But I didn't care because I had Nick. We had a lot of fun together. In fact so much fun that I never wanted to leave the place. His father had died some years earlier together with Nick's...Shane's elder brother in a car crush so all he had was his mother. There was so much love between mother and son it was beautiful to watch. But Auntie Sylvia never once made me feel like my own mother wasn't around." Chris' own mother had died moments after giving birth to him. "She showered me with so much love I thought I was in heaven." Chris paused and shook his head sadly. God knew his stepmother didn't have that time and love for him. "Nick and I...we were like Siamese twins. We went everywhere and did everything together. We even slept in my bed at night." Chris gave a humourless laugh. "We would play dominos till the wee hours of the morning. I taught him to play but he was so smart he started beating me at my own game. I was so impressed with his intelligence and skill, I gave him the dominos as a gift. He cried." Chris grimaced. "He was that grateful for the gift." Chris went quiet for a while but Damon didn't say anything. He wanted Chris to tell him at his own pace. "I would draw him." Chris' voice was barely above a whisper. "I loved to draw even then so I drew lots of pictures of him." Damon nodded even though Chris couldn't see him. He knew Chris' hobby was drawing. "He would make funny poses for me to draw. I've never had as much fun drawing anything as I did drawing him. He was...beautiful. As fate would have it, we fell for each other. I fell so hard that the mere thought of going our separate ways after the vacation was unbearable. I wanted to share everything I had with him. You see, I was bigger and richer...thanks to my wealthy father, so though I was the same age as him, I thought he was my responsibility. He was so small and so damn handsome." Chris gave his first real smile since he saw Shane at the meeting. "No one knew how we felt about each other. He was my world. Then it happened. One evening, we were in my room watching a movie. 'Endless Love.' I'll never forget that movie. We...we started making out. We had never done anything like that before. Maybe the film got to us but...it just happened. Then he started touching me. God, it felt so good. I knew I should stop him but I just couldn't. Then he...he went down on me. I was just a kid, Damon." Chris' voice broke. He went quiet for a while to compose himself before he continued. "I'd never felt anything so exquisite in my life. When I came, he didn't even get off my cock. He licked me clean. It was..." Chris shook his head slowly, obviously lost in pleasurable memories. "One moment, I was feeling an overwhelming pleasure and love for him, the next, I was feeling so disgusted. I couldn't believe I'd actually allowed a guy to do that to me. It's not like I had a girlfriend somewhere or had ever gotten intimate with a girl. I just felt that no matter how pleasurable what had happened was, it wasn't right. I'd heard my dad say enough hate words about homosexuals to know I was probably going to burn in hell for what I'd allowed Nick to do to me. I panicked, Damon. I... Fuck!" Chris swore and banged his fist on the table so hard some papers flew onto the floor. "What did you do, Chris?" Damon's voice sounded strained even to his own ears. And when Chris finally turned his eyes onto Damon, there was so much self-loathing in his eyes Damon dreaded what Chris was about to say next. "I beat him to a pulp!" "Fuck!" Unbreakable Bond Ch. 02 Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis Dedicated to dramatar A desperate attempt! *** Shane threw punches at the tall leather punching bag as if he was fighting the devil himself. He threw combinations, hooks, jabs and uppercuts, interspersed with blocking motions from his fists and elbows. Sweat poured down his face and body but Shane didn't even pause to wipe it off. He was still in his dress pants, having moved directly into his gym immediately he'd gotten home from the meeting at Damon's office. He actually had to call his office to cancel all his meetings for that day because he couldn't see himself concentrating much on anything that day. Immediately he'd gotten out of his car, Shane had started taking off his jacket, tie, shirt, undershirt and watch as he headed for the punching bag, moving like a predator whose deadly eyes were fixed on its prey. He'd only taken the time to wrap his hands, opting not to waste his time by fixing gloves. Then the punching bag had received his full wrath and attention. The scary thing was that try as he did, Shane couldn't stop hitting the bag. There were a myriad of emotions twirling through Shane as he threw the punches. Anger was foremost, then there was sadness, betrayal and for the first time in years, utter wretchedness. Why he felt like that after all these years, Shane had no idea. It actually felt like he was back to that night all those years ago. Shane felt every physical pain he'd felt at the hands of Chris that fateful night. Shane had been a mere slip of a boy and Chris had been rather big for his age. The blows had hurt, but Chris' words had hurt even more. Chris' cruel words had hurt way more than the pain inflicted by his heavy punches for some reason. Maybe Shane would have fought back but those hurtful words had taken the fight out of him. He'd simply laid there and taken the blows as though he deserved it. The blood, tears and snort had kept flowing till Shane couldn't feel a thing. Looking back, Chris' words hadn't been any different from words kids their age then usually used when insulting other kids. Being called filthy, worthless and scum who didn't deserve to live was nothing out of the ordinary amongst teens and in Shane's world. The only difference was that this time, it had come from someone Shane was in love with...someone he'd thought was his world. It had hurt so fucking much. Shane hadn't even known when the blows had stopped. He'd just realized the room was quiet. Then he'd looked up and realized he was in the room alone. There had been no sign of Chris. Shane had managed to drag himself downstairs to his mother. And the look on his mother's face when she'd seen a bloodied Shane had broken Shane's heart all over again. All Shane had managed to say was 'Chris'. Somehow Sylvia Lewis had looked like she knew exactly what had gone on. Shane didn't know how his mother had figured it out but it was obvious she had. With a determined look on his mother's face, she'd quickly cleaned him up as best as she could, given him some painkillers to swallow, and then packed up their stuff. Surprisingly, the hurt in his mother's eyes had affected Shane even more than the hurt he felt because his mother had treated Chris like a son. She had looked so hurt and betrayed it had been disheartening. Shane had sat quietly and watched as his mother packed. Then when his mother left the room to go and inform the caretaker, Mr. Watson, of their departure, Shane had sneaked back upstairs with the box of dominos that Chris had given to him as a gift, and left it at Chris' door. Then he'd left with his mother and never looked back. He'd never shed a tear...for anything, since that night. But he'd vowed to make something of himself in life, just to prove to himself that he wasn't worthless. In a way, he had Chris to thank for his strive at success...but also definitely for his fucked up nature. When Shane saw the white substance scattered all over the floor, he was confused as to what it was and where it had come from. Then he saw the slit in the leather on the punching bag and groaned. "Fuck!" Shane started for the shower, unwrapping his hand as he went. He hurt, and not just emotionally. He didn't remember the last time he'd used the punching bag so he wasn't surprised at the pains he was feeling. His muscles screamed in protest as he slowly removed his pants, the tiniest of movements triggering another round of stabbing pain. When he finally managed to step into the steaming shower, he braced his hands against the front wall, bent his neck and let the hot water run down over his shoulders and back, hoping it would soothe at least part of the ache there. He knew the effects would not last long. As he stood beneath the shower, he suddenly started trembling so much that he sat down and simply allowed the water to pour down on him. God, he hated the way he was feeling. And all because of one person. He had to make sure he never came face to face with Chris ever again. Unfortunately, they had a meeting in his house in four weeks. He couldn't possibly tell Damon not to bring his adviser and banker to the meeting. Neither could he absent himself as the meeting was taking place in his home. There was nothing he could do but psych himself up to meet Chris again. "Damn you, Chris Donovan!" Shane's roar rumbled all through his body, sounding almost like an animal in pain. *** "That's enough Chris." Damon groused when Chris reached for the bottle of Scotch. "You of all people should know that you can't solve problems by drinking yourself into a stupor." "What the fuck do you suggest I do? Huh?" Chris asked hoarsely. "You know you have to start going for your meetings with another person right?" "Hell, no." Damon said sternly. "You're seeing this through to the end and that's final." Chris groaned. "Has it occurred to you that Shane might not want to do business with you again because of me?" Chris spoke slowly but he wasn't slurring his words. "He doesn't come across as that petty." Damon guffawed. "He's a business man. I don't think some childhood beef would make him throw everything out. He's too smart to do that." Chris shook his head slowly as he looked at Damon. "It's not petty, Damon. You have no idea just how serious it was." "You did apologize right?" Damon asked with a raised eyebrow. Not that a simple sorry would have wiped the slate clean for Shane, Damon thought. But a sorry from Chris would lessen whatever anger Shane had for his friend. "Tell me you did." The incident happened years ago for fucks sake, and like the saying went, time was supposed to heal all wounds. From the look of Shane earlier that day, Damon could tell he sure as hell hadn't forgotten about what had transpired between him and Chris all those years ago. But if Chris had been smart and sensible enough and apologized, there was surely the possibility that Chris wasn't angry. "'Cause if you did, then I don't think Shane would be that pissed off at you." Damon had marched Chris out of the conference room to his office when he'd dropped the bombshell about beating Shane Lewis to a pulp. He'd needed a drink and he was sure his friend needed one too. For a very long time, they'd remained quiet as they drunk. They had finished a whole bottle of Scotch already, Chris having consumed the greater portion. A second bottle had been opened and it was already half empty. What actually scared Damon was the fact that Chris didn't even look drunk. The burden on Chris was obviously too heavy to be drowned by Scotch. "I wish I could have seen him to apologize, Damon. Not that it would have been adequate after what I did to him but..." Chris shrugged. "It would have been a plus." "What do you mean you wished you..." "They left, Damon." Chris said quietly. "His mother took him away that very night. When I realized what I was doing, saw how badly he was bleeding, saw his tears, the hurt in his eyes...my heart broke. I ran." "Damnit Chris." Damon swore. "I...I couldn't believe I'd done that to Nick. I grabbed my father's gun from his study on my way out. Then I ran out of the house, into the woods and I kept running. I've never wished so hard that I could turn back the hand of time. I...I wanted to die. I was going to kill myself." "Oh God, Chris." Damon breathed. Chris shook his head slowly. "I got very deep into the woods, pointed the gun to my head and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. I did it again but still, nothing happened. My dad had taught me how to use the gun for whatever silly, twisted reason so I knew how to use it. Then it occurred to me that the gun might not be loaded. I checked and truly, there were no bullets. My father wasn't so silly after all." Chris gave a humourless laugh. "I cried my eyes out. When I eventually came back to the house...and that was well over two hours later, it was to find the box of dominos which I'd given to Shane as a gift, at my bedroom door. I nearly died when I saw it. I rushed back downstairs to their quarters, only to find an empty room. Then Mr. Watson, the caretaker, came to lock their door. I asked him where Shane and his mum had gone and he informed me that Auntie Sylvia had tendered in her resignation and moved out that very evening. God, you should have seen the accusation in the old man's eyes as he looked me. I felt like I didn't deserve to live...just as I'd told Shane..." "You told Shane that?" Damon sounded incredulous. And at Chris' nod, Damon swore colourfully. "I never saw him again...till today. You have no idea the guilt I've lived with all these years. I never went to that house again. I just couldn't. But I haven't been able to let go of that house either. It's like...my only connection with Nick." Chris had just left that country house locked since his father passed away two years earlier. "The last image imprinted on my mind, of Shane...is not a pleasant one. I tried countless times to find them once I came of age but I never found them. It was like they disappeared from the face of this earth." "Fuck." Damon pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Dude, you need to talk to Shane." "What?" Chris' head snapped up at Damon's words. He looked at Damon as though he'd suddenly sprouted horns. "Yes. You have to let him know how sorry you are. For your own peace of mind and for his too, you've got to do something...let the guy know you're not the monster he remembers you to be. Just as your last thought of him isn't pleasant, his last thought of you isn't. You're the only one who can make it better. You have to go talk to him, Chris. It's very important." "Okay." Chris nodded, knowing Damon was right. "He can do whatever he wants to me. I don't care. He'll probably kill me but...I feel dead already anyway." "That's the spirit." Damon pumped the air with his fist. "Just make sure your will is in order before you go. Oh and do leave that grey leather jacket to me in your will, man? You know how much I love that jacket." "Jackass." Chris muttered making Damon holler with laughter. But even as he listened to his friend laugh, Chris felt a painful tightening inside his chest. He was going to face Shane and this time, it was going to be just the two of them in a room. Chris had never dreaded anything in his life as he did at the thought of what he had to do. Fuck. *** Chris parked his sleek Jaguar XJ Premium Luxury SWB beneath the huge ultramodern building of SL Inc. and looked up at the skyscraper. It was huge and sophisticated. Chris gave a deep sigh and got out of his car. He didn't miss the immediate attention he received from both men and women walking around. He was used to attracting people's attention wherever he went. Chris was the kind of man who most people thought had swag. Six foot' three of stunning, perfectly sinewy body, dark brown hair cropped low, a thick jaw to his proud cheekbones, and the most piercing grey eyes with flecks of green. Chris always looked very serious but his hard look was softened by the impossibly long lashes that framed his expressive eyes. His spectacular eyes, which was very easy to get lost in was one of his weapons when it came to the ladies. Though the smart, outrageously expensive designer suit he wore hinted at all sorts of muscles and a powerfully lean body, it was the air about the man which screamed authority that made Chris look sensational. Beneath his grey suit was a crisp white dress shirt and a dark green tie that perfectly matched those brilliant irises. The nicely folded dark green handkerchief in the breast pocket of his jacket completed his classy look perfectly. It was therefore not surprising that a lot of heads turned when he walked into the lobby of SL Inc. It was as though people couldn't help themselves. For such a big man, Chris moved across the floor, with such an incredibly fluid grace. He was pure sex on legs. As Chris rode the elevator to Shane's floor, his heart pounded in his chest. This was it. His office had called to book an appointment with Shane under a different name because Chris had a feeling Shane wouldn't want to meet him if he gave his name. It had been two days since he'd seen Shane in that meeting in Damon's office but the time lag had done nothing to lessen Chris' dread. As he was ushered into Shane's office, Chris realized his hands were shaking so badly, he shoved them inside his pocket. "Mr. Lewis will be with you in a moment, Sir." The pretty secretary informed Chris with a smile as she gestured towards the comfortable couch in the huge office. "Please make yourself comfortable." "Thank you very much, Ma'am." Chris answered in a hoarse voice. "But I'd rather stand." The secretary gave him a brilliant smile and left the office. Chris saw Shane talking on the phone in a corner of his chic office, with his back to where Chris stood and prayed the call would never end. Chris took the opportunity to study the man who he was praying would forgive him. God, Shane looked huge, Chris thought amazed at the difference between the tiny teenaged Nick he remembered, and the strapping Shane he was looking at. Yes, he was slightly taller than Shane but the man's strength and power could clearly be seen from the way those muscular shoulders rippled beneath his suit. Chris was so engrossed in his perusal of Shane that he didn't even notice when Shane got off the phone. "Sorry about that, Mr..." Shane trailed off when his eyes landed on the man who had haunted his dreams for the past two days...and even longer before that. He froze and just stared at Chris. It didn't escape Shane that Chris also seemed to have frozen as he also just stared back at him without saying anything. Shane recovered first. "What do you want?" Shane's voice was quiet, cold. Chris couldn't speak. He just stood there and stared at Shane, taking in Shane's tense body and angry face. Despite the elegant black suit Shane wore, he looked like he was ready to do battle in an arena. Chris wasn't afraid that Shane would hurt him. He really didn't care if he did. What terrified him was the rage that the other man still felt towards him. Though Chris wasn't surprised, he couldn't help but think that if Shane was that angry after all these years, then Chris had obviously fucked him up not just physically but also emotionally. Shit! "Nick..." Chris finally breathed. "Get the fuck out of here." Shane said quietly. Too quietly. He was shaking and Chris didn't miss that telltale reaction. "Now." Shane had a feeling he wouldn't like what would happen if he didn't do as Shane had requested. But he needed to try to get Shane to at least listen to what he had to say. "Plea..." "Get out!" Shane all but roared, startling Chris. Without another word, Chris turned on his heels and left. Coming to Shane's office had obviously been a bad idea, Chris couldn't help but think. But Shane's anger made Chris even more determined to get the furious billionaire to hear what he had to say. He would live today and fight another day, Chris thought determinedly. If it was the last thing he ever did, he would tell Shane just how sorry he was and also let Shane know that not even a day went by without him thinking of him. And that was a fact! Chris' handsome face tightened in pain, and he rubbed the middle of his chest, as he rode down the elevator. It felt as if someone had fisted up his heart and squeezed it dead. By the time he got to his house, his grey eyes looked lifeless, with about as much reflection as old asphalt. He locked himself in a cozy room he called his personal sanctuary. It wasn't a big room. The deco in there was classically elegant. The only thing besides the sparse furniture in there was an aquarium and a bar. Chris only went in there when he wanted to be alone to think. And at that particular moment, he needed to do a lot of thinking. Chris did not re-emerge until late the next morning, sporting bloodshot eyes, a mouth that felt as dry as a desert and a mental note to restock his virtually empty bar. *** "You sure you're okay, son?" Sylvia Lewis asked her son. Shane only called that late when he was troubled. "I'm fine, Ma." Shane said quietly. "I just wanted to hear your voice." "Shane..." "Can't I call my mother?" Shane laughed softly. "You know you can, hon. It's just that I know my son." Sylvia sounded worried. "Now you're making me regret calling you." Shane gave a deep sigh. "The nightmares..." "Ma." Shane groaned. "You know those can never stop." "Have you considered seeing a doctor like I've been suggesting all these years?" Shane went quiet for a moment. "I'll think about it." Sylvia Lewis covered her mouth so that her son wouldn't hear her gasp. "Thank you." Sylvia said quietly. Shane had never told her he would think about seeing a shrink no matter how much she had nagged. All he always did was brush her suggestion aside. For Shane to actually say he was going to think about it meant something must be terribly wrong, Sylvia Lewis thought tensely. But she didn't want to push her son. She knew he would tell her what the problem was when he was ready. The mere fact that he was willing to think about seeing a shrink was okay with Sylvia. God knew her son needed help. "Are we still on for the visit next month? I need to see my baby." She said softly. "No force on this earth can stop me from coming, Mrs. Lewis." Shane said with a chuckle, making his mother burst into laughter. "You make it sound as though I'm your wife, you crazy boy. I spoke with Adele this morning. That girl is something else." Shane laughed too. "Tell me about it." He felt better already. But then, he always felt better no matter what, when he spoke to his mother. "I'll talk to you on Sunday, Ma." "Okay, hon." Sylvia said softly. "Take good care of yourself okay?" "I always do. It's you I'm worried about." "There's nothing to worry about. Say hi to everyone." "Will do. Bye son." "Bye Ma." Shane responded and hung up. His mother lived in New York where she was busy with her charity work. She helped widows who were in need, to get back on their feet. Shane made sure his mother had enough funds to do whatever made her happy. Sylvia Lewis deserved to be happy after all the hardships they had gone through. She lived in a big house that he'd built for her, with two of her relatives and two ladies who took care of the house work. Of course his mother had maximum security, which she didn't think was important anyway. But Shane had insisted, telling his mother he would sleep better at night knowing she was safe. Who would even want to harm such a sweet person anyway, Shane smiled. But he didn't want to take any chances. People could act crazy. His mother, bless her heart, always had people over in the house simply to give them hot meals so the house was always full anyway. It made her happy and that was all that mattered to Shane. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 02 Shane left his study for his bedroom with a smile on his face. Talking to his mother always made him smile. He had totally forgotten about his problems till his eyes fell on the framed drawing of himself on his bedside table. He stared at the framed picture. Chris! Shane remembered that drawing as if it had been drawn the very day before. He remembered clearly the look on Chris' face as he drew that picture of him, years ago. Chris had actually grinned the whole time because of how Shane had posed. The smile on Shane's own face said it all...he had been very happy. If only he had kept his hands to himself, Shane thought dejectedly as he reached out to pick up the frame. After staring at it for a while, he placed it face down on the side table. That drawing had helped Shane over the years. He'd had nightmares every night since that fateful night. In fact he was used to them as they had become part of his nightly routine. He could remember all those times his mother had had to sooth him throughout the night. He'd had to live off campus when he went to college because he didn't want to become a laughing stock because of his nightly screams. The advantage of living alone was that no one would witness his shame. His dreams were always different but they always ended in the same way...with Chris Donovan trying to kill him. Whenever he came awake and saw that picture of himself, the bad dreams just faded away because somehow, he convinced himself that a monster wouldn't make him look so happy as he was in that drawing. After he'd convinced himself, whilst looking at that drawing the whole time...that Chris was no monster, he would go right back to sleep. His mother's suggestion that he consult a shrink was gradually looking very attractive because for the past two days since seeing Chris, Shane's dreams had become even scarier. He'd woken up drenched in sweat and breathing harshly in the past two nights because in his dreams, he couldn't breathe. As if that wasn't enough, Chris had to show up in his office that afternoon. What the fuck had the man been thinking, Shane asked himself to the umpteenth time. That he would welcome him with open arms like an old friend? He'd fucked up his life for fuck's sake. He couldn't even enter into a relationship for fear of scaring people off with his constant nightmares. How many grown men woke up to their own screams every night? As for sexual preference, Shane had never looked twice at another male since that fateful night. Once bitten twice shy, right? Shane went to take a shower and went to lie in bed. He knew sleep was not going to come anytime soon so he just stared at the ceiling, thinking about the look on Chris' face when he'd ordered him out of his office that afternoon. He'd never felt so much anger like he had that afternoon. The impudence! Was Chris for real? But then he'd always been daring even when they were kids. And it had been one of the many things Shane had admired about him. Shane groaned, knowing that the last thing he should be doing was think about things he admired about Chris. He knew he had to focus on the problem at hand instead. For some reason, no matter how much he'd hated what Chris had done to him, Shane couldn't bring himself to hate Chris. He had never wished for anything bad to happen to Shane. He just never wanted to ever be anywhere near Chris that was all. Shane hoped Chris wouldn't make the mistake of coming near him again because he seriously didn't want his already fucked up brain to get even more fucked up. He would try and endure it if he had to be in the same room with Chris, if it was for business, but nothing more. Shane eventually drifted off to sleep only to wake up about twenty minutes later, gasping for breath. This time Shane didn't reach for the framed drawing. He left his bed and went into his study to work. It looked like even after all this years, Chris Donovan had the power to make his life hell. Shit! Unbreakable Bond Ch. 03 Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis Dedicated to sm1982 Determination! *** Chris Donovan had always been a forceful person. He'd had lots of criticisms from people because of this trait. But he'd never wanted to change that about himself. Ever. And for the first time in his life, he was happy he hadn't. If that forceful nature was going to help him find peace, then he was going to go all out and be forceful. After coming out of his personal sanctuary two days earlier, Chris had vowed to get Shane to talk to him come hell or high water. And he planned on achieving that through fair or foul means if he had to. He'd hired the services of one of the best private investigators the country had to offer. The man's task had been simple... Find out Shane Lewis' daily routine. When did he usually go out of his house? What time did he usually get back home? Chris had already found out where Shane lived. The house was big but had only one security guard at the front gate. Shane's back gate had no such security. The guy probably thought he didn't have enemies, Chris thought with a chuckle. Well, with his reputation for doing only genuine business, it was no surprise that the man thought no one would try to harm him. After all, most people didn't even know he was the Shane Lewis. By Friday evening, Chris had all the information he needed. The best information being that Shane always drove into the house through his back gate because his garage was situated in the back. The electronically operated gate would slide up for Shane to drive in, and then would come back down immediately the car went through. Chris wasn't worried about how long the gate was going to take to come down because he planned on rolling in right behind Shane's car. Joining the military for a twelve month stint had not been for nothing, Chris thought grimly. What was the worst thing that could happen? Shane would probably catch him trespassing and hand him over to the police. Big deal! *** Shane groaned as he sped home in his luxury Cadillac Escalade SUV after a basketball match on Saturday. He had a group he played basketball with sometimes. He was good at the game...very good. But that day, he'd let his side down because his head hadn't been in the game. Shane had made silly misses that had surprised his boys because that was so not like him. He'd had to apologize to the guys after the game, explaining that he had a lot on his mind. It was just for fun anyway so the guys hadn't given him a hard time about it. But Shane had been pissed off at himself...and at Chris Donovan. Since seeing Chris at that meeting on Monday morning, all Shane could do was think about Chris. He couldn't put a finger on what exactly he thought about...he just thought about the guy and that pissed Shane off to no end. Even on the basketball court, thoughts of Chris had intruded because Shane couldn't help but think of all those fun times years ago when he used to play basketball on the court in Chris' house. Shane groaned and tightened his hold on the steering wheel in annoyance. Chris was ruining the little fun he usually indulged in and that was not right. Shane was so upset he hadn't even waited to have a drink with the guys like he usually did. He'd just hit the showers and gotten into his car, lying to the guys that he had an appointment elsewhere. Thanks to Chris-fucking-Donovan, he couldn't even bring himself to properly hang out with his friend. As if that wasn't enough, Shane had to be stopped for over speeding. He hadn't even realized he was driving above the acceptable limit. Fuck! As Shane got back onto the road, with a ticket tucked into his glove compartment, he couldn't help but curse Chris silently. What bothered Shane was not the ticket but rather the fact that he'd been careless on the road because he'd been preoccupied. He couldn't help but accept the fact that he was falling apart and he had no one other than Chris to blame for that. Shane was so angry he failed to notice the unfamiliar car parked just around his house. Though he was confident no one would want to harm him, he usually made it a point to note any odd or unfamiliar presence around his home. Shane parked in his garage and rested his head on the steering wheel, trying to calm himself down. Shane raised his head after a while and instantly froze when his eyes went to his driving mirror. Was he hallucinating on top of his woes? He could see an image of Chris behind his car. Shane was positive he was hallucinating because there was no way Chris could have gotten inside his garage without being allowed in? It was all in his mind. Shane blinked and looked again but the image was still there. In fact it looked real. Shane had had it! There was only one way to know whether he was hallucinating or looking at the real Chris. Shane opened his glove compartment and punched in a code which opened an inner compartment. Then he reached for the pistol in there. The head of his security had insisted on hiding a pistol in each of his cars because Shane had insisted that he neither needed a bodyguard nor a chauffeur. Well it looked like after all these years, the gun was going to come of use. Shane got out of his car. *** Chris' heart went out to Shane when he saw the way he leaned his head against the steering wheel when he parked his car beside a white Lamborghini Gallardo. It was obvious that something was bothering Shane and Chris hoped, with all his heart, that he wasn't the reason for whatever Shane was going through. He decided to wait till Shane got out of his car to talk to him...give him the chance to compose himself. Chris knew the exact moment Shane saw him through his driving mirror. He waited with his heart pounding as Shane got out of the car. Then he saw what was pointing straight at his head and froze. A pistol. Chris would be a liar if he said he didn't get scared when he saw the gun pointed at him. Who wouldn't get scared if someone who had every reason to hate them pointed at gun at them? But what terrified Chris even more was the look on Shane's face. The look of utter desolation on Shane's face was heart-wrenchingly palpable. It was the look of a broken man. And as he looked at Chris, Shane begun to breathe harshly, his face scrunched up and his eyes welled up. Chris forgot about the gun. "Oh God, Shane." Chris breathed as he felt goose bumps break out on his skin at the look on the other man's face. Chris started slowly towards Shane, noting how the gun didn't waver even once but remained pointed right at his head. Then he heard it...the sound of the safety catch on the gun being released. The sound was pretty loud in the quiet garage. Chris knew Shane could kill him in an instant but he didn't really care if Shane took that shot at him. Hell, he'd tried to do it himself once because he deserved it. But he also knew deep down that Shane wouldn't shoot him. Chris just knew it. As he neared Shane, Chris saw the tears begin to slide down Shane's cheeks and felt his heart break even more. When he got so close to Shane their bodies were almost touching, Chris slowly reached up and took hold of the hand holding the gun. Then Chris gently pried it out of Shane's hand and pushed the safety back into place. What happened next, Chris would never forget. *** For a moment, Shane didn't know where the sound was coming from. It was only when Chris grabbed him tightly and sank to the floor with him in his arms that Shane realized that the shockingly horrible sound was coming from him. Deep and desperate gut-wrenching sobs that were the buildup of years of pain and sadness tore from Shane's throat. Great heaving sobs, that sounded like they were coming from a wounded animal, shook Shane's frame. He'd never shed a tear since that night all those years ago. So the feeling was alien to him. It was painful and Shane wished he could stop. God knew he tried to stop but he just couldn't. After a while of non-stop sobbing, he finally heard Chris' voice saying how sorry he was, crooning softly to him, rocking him as though he was a little boy... It only made Shane cry even harder. He felt like he was dying. He clung desperately to Chris as though he were his anchor on a sinking ship. After what felt like hours, Shane eventually quieted down. He noticed how soaked Chris's t-shirt was with his tears and couldn't believe how weak he'd been. Chris was the last person he should have shown any weakness to, Shane thought miserably. To think that the very first time he'd broken down after years of holding back...and it was in front of none other than Chris Donovan, the very person who had cause his misery...the very person he couldn't afford to show any weakness to. Just his fucking luck, Shane almost groaned. What was Chris going to think of him now? Shane pulled back from Chris' chest and looked up into his face, for the first time noticing how wet Chris cheeks were with his own tears. Shane pulled himself up and picked up the gun from the floor. "You can show yourself out." Shane croaked and walked off. Chris sat on the floor and watched as Shane walked away. He was saddened even more at the defeated and dejected way Shane walked. The Shane he watched walk away was nothing like the tough and proud business man the world knew. Shane was a broken man and it was all because of him, Chris groaned. He was going to leave Shane alone...just for that day as he'd seen the shame in the other man's eyes when he looked at him after falling apart in his arms. No need to emasculate the man further by hanging around. But Chris swore to himself that he was not going to give up. He planned on coming again the next day and every day after that till Shane talked to him. If Shane thought Chris was going to let him be, he had another thinking coming. Chris stood up and let himself out of the garage by simply clicking on 'open' on the consol. This was just the beginning. *** And true to his resolution, Chris was at Shane's gate the next day which was a Sunday. He sat on the ledge on the side of the back gate and worked on his mini-iPad. This time around, he didn't attempt to enter the house. He couldn't have been able to anyway because there was a security guard at post. He knew Shane was aware of his presence because the security guard had come to ask him whether he wanted to see the boss. Chris had shrugged. "Does the boss know I'm here?" He'd asked. "Yes." Was the man's brief answer. "And did the boss send you to ask me that?" A sheepish look appeared on the man's face. "No." "Did he ask you to remove me or send me away?" "No." "Then don't worry your head. I'll just sit here for a while." And he'd sat on the ledge and worked for about four hours before leaving for home. The following day which was a Monday, Chris closed from work early because according to the private eye, Shane usually got home around four p.m. By half past three, Chris was on the ledge. He'd taken off his jacket and tie and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. When Shane eventually got to the gate, he drove in without looking at Chris. Chris watched till the gate came back down and went back to his iPad. And that was how it went for almost two weeks. Shane never once spoke to Chris but Chis knew he watched him from the house. He could feel Shane's eyes on him. "You sure that's going to work?" Damon asked one day when he passed through Chris' office. "If I have to do this for a whole year, I will. I don't want to pressurize him by demanding he talks to me. But I'm sure not going to allow him to forget me." "Trust me dude, I don't think he ever will. Not after that garage stunt you pulled. Guy will be looking out for you even if you're nowhere around. Why do you think he's now posted a security guard at that back gate? You're a psycho stalker, know that?" Damon chuckled. "He obviously doesn't want to take any chances." Chris had told Damon about going to Shane's garage but had omitted the part about both of them breaking down. "He doesn't have any choice but to talk to me at a point." Chris said with conviction. Damon shook his head amused. "Dude should have shot your arse when he had the chance." Chris laughed. "I've got to get going, jackass. It's almost a quarter past three." "Come on Chris, it looks like it's going to rain. Do you have to?" Damon looked surprised. "I want to, Damon. Besides, the forecast talked about showers and not a full-on down pour." Damon shook his head with a look of incredulity on his handsome face. "All the best." Chris chuckled. "Thanks. Regards to Tristan. And hey, don't tell him about my stalking tendencies." "Sorry. Already did." Damon laughed. "Ow come on, Damon." Chris groaned. "You know that mischievous husband of yours is never going to allow me to hear the end of this." "Surprisingly, he supports your style." Damon said as he opened the door. A smile brightened Chris' face. "Really?" "Uh-huh." Damon said dryly. "Come on, the guy blew me in my office's restroom with his father not more than twenty feet away, just to make a point. He's nuts so will definitely understand what you're doing." "Fuck." Chris chuckled. "You locked the door though, right?" "What do you think? Talk to you tomorrow." And with an amused look at the silly smile on his friend's face, Damon left Chris' office. *** Shane stood at his bedroom window and watched Chris. He really didn't understand the man. For almost two weeks, Shane would always come home to find Chris sitting on the ledge outside his gate. The man must be feeling very guilty for what he'd done to him if he would waste his time sitting outside his house, doing nothing for three straight hours every day. For a banker, that was something. Shane knew Chris was a banker. And from the look of how important Chris was in Damon Thomas-Reid's operations, Chris was obviously not just an ordinary banker. That didn't surprise Shane as Chris came from a wealthy home. It didn't take much to make it in life if a person was born with a silver spoon in their mouth, right? Well, important person or not, Chris' quest to stalk him was rather odd, Shane thought. But much as Shane felt Chris was stalking him, he appreciated the fact that Chris wasn't showing up at his workplace or inside his home as he'd done the last time. Shane could still not believe how he'd broken down in Chris' arms. That had been bad. The only good thing that had come out of it was that he'd slept like a baby that night. Shane couldn't remember ever having such a good night's sleep. Had it not been for the insistent knocking on his bedroom door by his housekeeper, which had woken Shane up at noon the following day which was a Sunday, Shane would have probably slept till evening. Not only had his elderly housekeeper been worried that he was still sleeping at that time, but according to her, the security guard wanted to know what Shane wanted done to the respectable looking man sitting at his gate. Shane had gone to his window and to his shock, seen Chris sitting on the ledge in front of his house. What the fuck was Chris doing, Shane thought incredulously. His initial thought had been to tell the security guard to drive Chris away from where he sat. But on second thought, Shane had told him to let Chris be. He'd noticed that the security guard had still gone outside to talk to Chris but Shane hadn't asked the guy what was said. And for almost two weeks, Chris' silly visits had continued. Shane had become so used to seeing Chris there that when he'd gotten to his gate three days earlier and Chris hadn't been there, he'd been worried and surprisingly disappointed. He'd stood at his window and looked out till he saw the familiar Jaguar park and Chris get out. Shane had released a sigh of relief and then watched as Chris got on his usual perch. And when Shane felt the smile on his own face, he'd groaned and left the window, angry at himself. Shane hadn't gone back to watch Chris again that day. Chris was getting to him and Shane didn't like it one bit. As Shane watched Chris this time, sitting at his usual spot, he couldn't help but admire the man's spirit. But hey...that was Chris, Shane chuckled as he turned away from the window. Chris had always been a go-getter, had always done exactly what he believed in. Some things obviously never changed, Shane laughed softly to himself. Just as he was about to enter his study, Shane heard the unmistakable sound of rain. His eyes widened in surprise at the sound because he definitely wasn't expecting any heavy rains. "What the fu..." Shane rushed to the window and lo and behold, it was pouring outside. The forecast had said there was going to be showers and not a heavy down pour. "Chris... Shit!" Shane flew out of his study and out the door without thinking. All he had in mind was getting Chris out of that rain. He opened the gate and dashed out, getting drenched within seconds. When he saw an equally drenched Chris sitting with his face on his knees, probably hiding his face from the onslaught of the rains, Shane shook his head in disbelief. The guy could have simply rushed to his car instead of waiting to get drenched, Shane thought exasperatedly. Chris heard the gate open and looked up to see an equally drenched Shane gesturing with his head for him to come in. He got off the ledge and followed Shane inside to a very beautifully decorated cozy den. "Go in there." Shane said pointing to a room beside the den. "There are towels in the bathroom and clothes in the closet." Then Shane turned around and left. By the time Chris came back into the den, a changed Shane was standing in front of the fire place, staring into the fire. The huge projected screen was on the news channel. "Thanks." Chris said quietly. Shane nodded and gestured to the bar. "Get yourself a drink." Shane said, not taking his eyes off the fire. Chris placed his iPad, which had remained dry in its plastic pouch, on one of the side tables. Then he went to the bar and poured a glass each of cognac for himself and for Shane. He went to give the drink to Shane and gave a slight nod when Shane murmured his thanks. Both sat down and drank in silence whilst watching the news. Very soon both glasses got empty. This time, Shane went to bring the bottle of cognac to the glass table between them and filled their glasses. The rains continued to pour outside. Though each man stared at the screen, they couldn't hear a word the newscaster was saying as their minds were filled with thoughts about each other. When the bottle got empty, Shane went to bring another bottle but didn't sit back down because his cell phone started to buzz. He went to stand by the window and spoke quietly to whoever was on the other end. When Shane was done talking, he remained by the window with his back to Chris, lost in thought. There were two people he wanted to strangle that very moment...the silly weatherman for giving a wrong report and himself for not exercising restraint. He wanted to punish himself because he should have known better than to go charging to the rescue of Chris Donovan. But then if Shane had known it was going to rain, he would have been prepared for what had happened and wouldn't have spontaneously dashed out like a fucking good Samaritan. Shane congratulated himself on his outward calm because inside, he was totally confused and shaken. He was supposed to be furious at Chris but what Shane was feeling at that particular moment, was very far from anger and it worried him immensely. Being that close to his childhood sweetheart was bringing up emotions and feelings that Shane didn't know he still had. Unfortunately, and against Shane's will, those feeling seemed to rather increase by the minute. He couldn't help but watch Chris whenever Chris was looking away from him. Shane had watched the way Chris walked, sipped his drink, tilted his head sometimes, ran his fingers through his close cropped hair...every little movement reminded Shane of the Chris he'd known and loved. What scared Shane most was the sudden stab of desire that flashed through him and left him aching when he saw Chris lick his lips at a point. Maybe it was the alcohol or even the rains but the feelings running inside Shane were all jumbled up...in a sweet and disturbing way. Shane didn't plan on making a fool of himself twice in a row. First, by breaking down in Chris' arms, and secondly by possibly throwing himself at Chris. Hell no...that wouldn't do at all. Shane knew what he had to do. He had to ask Chris to leave. After all, the rains had diminished to showers so... Unbreakable Bond Ch. 03 Chris didn't open the new bottle of cognac that Shane had brought to the table. He'd rather chosen to watch Shane as he spoke on the phone. When Shane stuck his hands into his pocket after the call and simply stood quietly by the window, Chris knew the man was miles away. It could be that Shane was thinking about the call he'd just had, Chris thought. But he knew in his gut that the call wasn't the reason the man was lost in thought. After watching Shane for a while, Chris got to his feet and started to walk to where Shane stood. He really couldn't stand the silence anymore. Yes, he'd told himself he wasn't going to pressurize Shane into talking to him but this was an opportunity that might not present itself again. When Chris got to Shane, he stood behind him but made sure he wasn't touching him. "Shane?" Chris croaked and winced at his scratchy voice. Shane neither responded nor turned around to face him. Chris cleared his throat and tried again. "Shane, can you ever find it in your heart to forgive me for what I did?" Chris whispered. Shane had tensed up when he felt Chris' presence behind him. At Chris' whispered words a shiver went through Shane, sizzling along his spine so pleasurably his eyes fluttered shut. He couldn't bring himself to talk. It definitely must be the alcohol, Shane thought desperately. Or was it the presence of Chris behind him...his whispered words... "Please Shane, talk to me." Chris pleaded softly. "There's no excuse for what I did I know. But can you please forgive me? I need your forgiveness please." Shane felt Chris' breath on the back of his ear and almost moaned. 'Oh shit.' Shane groaned silently. His pants were becoming painfully constricted...scarily tight. He was getting aroused...and fast. Shane couldn't believe what was happening to him. He scolded himself inwardly for his lack of control. The guy hadn't even touched him for goodness sake. And as far as Shane was concerned, he wasn't a sexual person. Who would be if their very first sexual experience went the way his had? To be on cloud nine one minute and in severe pain, the next. It definitely hadn't been only Chris who had enjoyed their first and only encounter. Shane had enjoyed it even more. He would never forget the feel of Chris in his mouth and Chris' erotic moans. That alone had been enough to send Shane over the edge. He'd creamed his pants just as Chris had started shooting into his mouth. And he'd still been in that post-orgasmic phase when the blows had started. So yes, although he was a very healthy and normal hot-blooded young man, it must be understandable, if he hardly had the urge to do anything sexual with anyone. Shane therefore didn't understand why he would have a raging hard-on from the mere feel of Chris' presence behind him. Shane couldn't help but feel it was his ultimate humiliation. When he felt Chris' hand touch his shoulder, Shane had to bite his lip to hold in his moan. No, no, no, what was happening to him was strange...and totally wrong. He opened his eyes and noticed that the rains had stopped. Shane let out a shaky breath. "You have to go, Chris." He breathed shakily, praying that Chris would simply turn around and leave, and spare him any further humiliation because he didn't know what he was going to do in the next few minutes if Chris didn't leave. "Please." He added in a whisper. Shane felt Chris move away from him and waited with bated breath till he heard the door shut. Then he turned around and dashed into the bathroom but even before he could finish unzipping his pants, his cock erupted with shots of cum. Moaning uncontrollably, Shane sank down onto the bathroom floor as his body writhed in pleasure. "Oh fuck!" Shane groaned. He couldn't believe he's actually creamed his pants like a fucking teenager. What was Chris doing to him, Shane groaned unhappily. He felt like his life was slipping out of his fingers and there was nothing he could do about it. He had to man up for fuck's sake, Shane thought fiercely as he pulled off his pants. It felt like Chris had a hold on him and that was fucking up Shane's mind. Hell, the man didn't even need to make any effort. There had been nothing sexual in Chris' actions that evening. He'd been merely asking for forgiveness for fuck's sake. How the fuck had that translated into Shane getting aroused? He had to take back control of his emotions. He had to prove to himself that Chris couldn't rule his will. He had to make sure Chris never affected him in that way again. He had to make sure he was never alone with Chris. "Shit!" Shane growled, feeling even more frustrated. Then a thought occurred to Shane. The only way he could really be sure that he wasn't sexually affected by Chris was to be able to successfully control his hormones whilst in the presence of Chris. Staying away from Chris wouldn't solve the problem. Shane had felt it...felt its intensity, and knew that staying out of Chris' way was only postponing the problem. Why not work on himself and take control of his emotions? Shane made up his mind there and then... He was going to invite Chris in everyday he saw him at his gate. What better way to ensure immunity to Chris' sexual hold than to be around him? Little did he know... *** As Chris drove home from Shane's house that evening, he couldn't keep the smile off his face. Not only had Shane invited him into his home, he hadn't screamed at him or pulled a gun to his head. And not only was Chris grateful for that, he also found it to be very positive. Shane had always been a gentle person so Chris wasn't surprised at Shane's calmness. That gentility had been one of the many things Chris had loved about him. His Nick had been such a sweet person, Chris thought with a soft laugh. But Shane's handsomeness had defiantly been the highest on Chris' list of things he'd loved about Shane. If anything, the man looked even more handsome now, Chris thought with a shake of his head. Chris didn't think there was any harm in admiring a man with a good body. And God knew Shane had a hell of a hot body. And that face...damn! He'd always thought Shane was the most beautiful creature and seeing an older and hotter Shane had only made Chris admire the man even more. He couldn't help but think about how Shane had looked that evening. The man was so sexy it was a sin. Those pants Shane had been wearing had fit his arse so sexily it had been a delight to watch. And that white long sleeved t-shirt looked totally hot on Shane. Chris had however tried not to dwell much on how sexy and hot the man looked because apart from the fact that his priority was to get the guy to forgive him, he didn't think it was appropriate for a straight man to go drooling over how hot another man looked. That would be so gay, Chris chuckled. His brief encounter with Shane whilst they were kids was the only male sexual encounter Chris had ever had. He was definitely not attracted to men but he respected the fact that people should be allowed to love whoever they wanted. Two out of his seven friends, Damon and Kyle were in relationships with men and Chris didn't have any problem with that. Damon was happily married to Tristan, who Chris adored, and Kyle was engaged to Aaron who Chris loved to bits. But even though Chris didn't have any problem with men loving men, he didn't have any intention of getting down and dirty with a guy. He was very much okay with boobs and curves as he'd teasingly told Ken, Kyle's twin brother some years back. Though his reaction to Shane that evening...finding Shane sexy and all...had been a bit of a shock to Chris, he assured himself that finding Shane sexy and attractive was not strange as he'd admired Shane since they were kids and had even been in love with him. Well, his main goal was to be around the guy till he forgave him. If that meant Chris would have to see more of that hot body and beautiful face, he had no problem at all. He was very happy with the way things had gone that evening and he planned on continuing his 'stalking' of Shane, till he got what he desired. *** When Shane got to his gate the next day after work, he stopped beside Chris and rolled down his window. "Come on in." He said coolly and drove in. This time, the gate didn't come down till Chris entered. "Go make yourself comfortable." Shane gestured towards the den. Chris went to the den, turned on the projector and sat in one of the comfortable couches and watched the news. When Shane came in, he'd changed into white drawstring lounging pants and a wine coloured t-shirt. He looked relaxed and breathtakingly good. He had in his hands a brown carrier bag which he handed over to Chris. "Your stuff from yesterday." Shane said quietly, nodding at Chris' murmured thanks. "Drink?" "Sure." "Scotch?" Shane asked. "That will be fine. Thanks." Chris replied and turned back to face the screen. Again they drunk in silence till Chris thought it was time to leave. "Err...I have your stuff in my car. I'll just..." "I'll go with you to pick it up." Shane said and got up. Shane silently followed Chris out to his car and took his enveloped clothes from Chris. "Thanks." He mumbled. "Thank you too." Chris said. "See you tomorrow." At Shane's nod, Chris got into his car and drove off. Chris looked at Shane through his driving mirror as he drove away and couldn't help but notice the forlorn look on Shane's face as he stared after his car. Fuck, he wished he could go back and give Shane a hug. The man looked so lonely. Didn't he have any friends or women in his life, Chris wondered. He was surprised some sweet lady hadn't grabbed Shane already. The guy was wealthy, handsome and sweet. He was an ideal bachelor so why was he always home alone, Chris wondered. Well, until Shane felt ready enough to talk to him, Chris knew he would never know. It was a contented Chris who entered the gate of his stylishly designed house that evening, but his joyful bubble instantly burst when he saw the car parked in his driveway. "Shit." Chris swore. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with Tracy at that particular time. He needed time to catch up on his work since spending time two days in a row with Shane meant he had stuff to do. "Hey baby." Chris heard Tracy's voice before he saw her face through his bedroom window. "Guess what..." The beautiful voluptuous red head had a bottle of wine in her hand as she looked down at Chris. "Booty call?" Chris called out dryly. He needed to have a serious talk with his new housekeeper. The fact that she saw him with a particular woman more than once didn't mean she had to give that woman access to his bedroom when he wasn't around. Once, twice, thrice...they were all mere hookups. Tracy burst into laughter. "You got that right, hon." And when Chris eventually entered his bedroom, it was to see a deliciously naked Tracy lying expectantly in bed with a gold foil packet between her fingers. All she had on was one of his red ties around her neck and her killer red high heeled platforms, which matched perfectly with her long red nails and red pouty lips. "Nice." Chris breathed, reaching down to open his fly. "What happened to going off to get hitched?" Chris asked dryly. He didn't miss how Tracy's eyes widened in surprise when he pulled out his already hard cock and started stroking it. Chris was surprised himself that he was already hard. Tracy's lust-filled eyes followed the movement of Chris fingers as he got onto the bed. "I missed your cock." She breathed as she sat up and reached for his cock, licking her red lips in anticipation. "I got your magnum right here." She purred as one corner of her luscious mouth kicked up in an adoring smile. "I can see that." Chris chuckled as he watched Tracy tear the foil with her teeth. She put the condom to her lip and bent forward to roll it on Chris with her mouth. She had to stop halfway though and push the condom the rest of the way with her hand as Chris was too big to fit inside her mouth. Tracy then reached for the tube of lube on the bed and slicked Chris up. She'd once tried to take Chris without lube and it hadn't been easy. The guy was thick. Since then, Tracy always made sure something slick was close by whenever Chris was around. Looking up seductively at Chris, she murmured, "Give it to me stud." And give it to her, Chris did. Hard! That's how Tracy always wanted it and Chris didn't disappoint. He held off till Tracy had two explosive orgasms before releasing into the condom. Chris pulled out and rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. "Wow!" Tracy breathed. "What got into you?" "More like, I got into you." Chris said, sitting up and swinging his legs off the bed. "Thought that was how you wanted it." "I do but there was..." Tracy trailed off, looking for the right word. "What?" Chris turned his head to look at the beauty in his bed. "It was like you were already worked up...like you were already charged. There was some...I don't know how to describe it." Tracy gave up. "Didn't you like it?" Chris asked with a raised brow. "Are you kidding me? I've never come so hard and fast like I just did." Tracy got on her knees and hugged Chris from behind. "That was amazing. What got you so primed?" Chris froze at the face that flashed through his mind at Tracy's question. Fuck! Why the fuck was he seeing Shane's face. He couldn't possibly have been that charged because of Shane could he, Chris asked himself with a frown. But Chris knew he'd already been half-hard even before hearing Tracy's voice or seeing her body on display in his bed. And although Tracy always wanted it hard and fast, it was unlike Chris to just plunge home without foreplay. It had felt like he just wanted to get his rocks off and nothing more. Chris' hands shook as he stood up and headed for the en suite bathroom. "Are you okay, hon?" Tracy asked, confused at Chris demeanor. But she didn't get any answer. *** On his next stalking visit, Chris and Shane watched soccer instead of the news. And Shane's cook served them some pork chops and golden fried prawns. It was delicious. It went down very well with a bottle of Courvoisier. Surprisingly, both men supported the same team...Liverpool, so their emotions were matched. They would scream at a player or the referee at the same time, whoop for joy at the same time and finally, celebrated together when the referee's whistle went for the end of the game just as the other team was about to score a goal. Liverpool won with two goals to nil and the two men celebrated as though they were the best of friends. They had a good time. Chris left Shane's house later than usual. And for the second time since that unfortunate incident years ago, Shane slept soundly. "We have to postpone our meeting for one more week." Shane informed Chris on one of his visits. "I just sent Damon a mail. I'm sure he'll inform you and the others soon." "Why?" Chris asked. "The guys creating the prototype encountered a problem." Shane explained. "Hopefully everything will be okay in a week." "Alright." Chris replied just as his phone started ringing. "That's Damon." He said hitting the answer button. "Damon?" "The meeting with Shane has been postponed." Damon said. "Okay." Chris responded. "He's already told you, hasn't he?" "Yes." Chris answered simply. "I thought so." Damon said dryly. "Is he sitting beside you now?" "Yep." "How awkward." Damon murmured, and then added when Chris didn't say anything. "Cat got your tongue." It was obvious Damon was trying very hard to hold in his laughter. "Fuck you." Chris chuckled. "You?" Damon actually managed to sound as though he'd been informed that Hitler was still alive. He sounded unbelievable, scared and disgusted. "Hell no. I'd rather my husband did that, thank you very much." By the time Damon finished his sentence, Chris was laughing so hard. "Get off the fucking phone if you don't have anything sensible to say, asshole." Chris growled through his laughter. And when Chris heard not only Damon, but Tristan too burst into uncontrollable laughter on the other end of the phone, he hung up, shaking his head in incredulity. He was so going to get Damon for the stunt he'd just pulled, Chris thought amused. But what Chris couldn't understand was why talking to his friend on phone whilst in the presence of Shane had felt so weird. He'd felt like he'd been caught doing something...intimate, which was rather strange because Shane wasn't his lover. What surprised Chris even more was the fact that he'd wanted Damon off the phone because somehow he hadn't wanted Damon to say anything that would offend Shane, though Shane wouldn't have heard it even if Damon had. It was just a weird feeling and Chris wouldn't have been able to explain if he'd been asked to. "He knows you're here." It wasn't a question. Shane could tell how close Chris and Damon were. "Un-huh." Chris nodded. "You two seem very close." Shane said quietly, surprised at the bolt of jealousy that flashed through him. Hell, he didn't even know whether Chris or Damon was gay so why the feeling of jealousy. "We are." Chris said, going on to talk about his seven friends. "We're all very close. Do you have a lot of friends?" Chris turned to look at Shane's face. "Not really. Just a handful." Shane shrugged. Chris groaned silently when he realized he didn't hear what Shane had said. Damn, the man was so gorgeous one could lose his train of thought just by looking at him, Chris thought with a sigh. "What did you say?" He swallowed hard. "I don't have a lot of friends. All I do is work anyway so..." "You need to make time for some fun you know." Chris murmured, turning to looking at the penalty shot being taken by a player on the screen. "But I do have fun." Shane countered. "Especially when I'm working out, playing basketball, or beating the shit out of someone in a ring." Shane grinned at Chris for a long minute, when Chris turned to look at him with widened eyes. "Just kidding." He murmured, making Chris shake his head in amusement. Shane and Chris started enjoying each other's company. They both looked forward to the visits. They would chat and watch soccer. The cook started serving them dinner every evening. There was just a little bit of awkwardness sometimes between them but they both tried to overlook it. One day when Chris got to his usual parking spot, Shane's security guy was already there waiting to tell him to take his car inside the house. Though Shane hadn't told Chris what he wanted to hear, which was that he'd forgiven him, Chris was happy as they were comfortable around each other. It was almost like old times. Everything was great till just as had happened all those years ago, things came to a head one night. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 04 Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis Dedicated to JustUsTwo69 Desire! *** Chris Donovan was a very worried man. If not for his determination to be around Shane long enough to get him to loosen up and forgive him for what he had done to him, Chris would have stopped his daily visits to Shane's home. It was very difficult and confusing when a straight man started having the hots for another man. The more he stayed around Shane, the worse the temptation to touch him was growing. There were times Chris had gone so close to slamming his mouth on Shane's sexy lips, he'd had to physically excuse himself from the room in order to compose himself. He'd not felt that level of physical attraction in his entire life and that bothered Chris immensely as he wasn't gay and didn't have any intention of being with Shane in that way. It was compelling but Chris prided himself on his self-control and therefore hoped he would be able to keep his hands to himself. To prove to himself that he still liked slamming his dick into hot juicy pussies, Chris arranged with some of his numerous hookups on different occasions, for what he called 'emergency booty calls'. But what terrified Chris even more was that he always chickened out in the end because suddenly, he couldn't stand the thought of being intimate with any of the ladies. One thing became crystal clear to Chris... He wanted Shane Lewis like he'd never wanted anyone. It was a realization that terrified the life out of Chris! To make matters worse Chris didn't have a clue how Shane felt. Fuck! Shane, on the other hand, had given up on any hope of successfully curbing his desire for Chris. As far as he was concerned, those feelings he tried to suppress by allowing Chris into his home every day, had if anything, rather intensified. All Shane had to do was close his eyes and visions of Chris' captivating eyes and trim body would come into focus. Chris exuded a powerful sexual magnetism that made Shane's insides quiver, made him burn with desire. The thought of nibbling on that lush lower lip of Chris' always caused his cock to lengthen inside his pants. Shane realized he was horny almost all the time, thanks to Chris. He was not oblivious to the sexual tension between him and Chris. He had felt Chris' gaze on him on more than one occasion. There were times he'd caught Chris watching him with so much lust in his captivating grey eyes, Shane's breath hitched in his throat. Other times, Chris' eyes gave nothing away. Shane was however grateful he hadn't made a fool of himself since he'd started hanging out with Chris. It hadn't been easy ignoring that strong sexual pull. Sometimes it was so intense Shane thought he would break and do the unthinkable but he'd thankfully been able to control himself. And thanks to his polka face, Chris obviously had no idea just how badly he wanted him. Shane had always been an expert at hiding his feelings and he'd never been more grateful for that. But no matter how hard both men tried to hide and suppress how they felt, they were drawn to each other. Neither Shane nor Chris could deny to themselves their attraction to each other. Though neither man gave voice to how they felt, it was there in everything they did. The way they talked to each other sometimes, and the way they always looked forward to being together were clear indicators. What they didn't know was that sometimes when desires and emotions got suppressed for too long, they had a way of blowing up in people's faces. The day it hit Shane and Chris, it hit them hard! It was a Friday. Chris had taken the day off because apart from the fact that he wanted to rest, Shane had told him he was going to work from home. This time around, Chris had gotten to Shane's early...around ten a.m. with hot pastries from Alachino, an Italian pastry shop whose pastries were to die for. After a lovely breakfast, both men retired to the patio to relax and talk about work, politics and general stuff since there was no match on TV. Shane had obviously forgotten that he'd planned to work from home. When it was lunch time, the cook served them a lavish meal on the patio which both men really enjoyed. "That was some good food." Chris chuckled as they sat in the den after lunch. "Your cook is great, man. I just might poach her." "Don't you even dare try, dude." Shane laughed, taking a sip of his pineapple juice. "She came highly recommended. And she never disappoints." "Don't say I didn't warn you." Chris muttered, earning a growl from Shane. "I WILL shoot you if you do that." Shane placed emphasis on the word 'will' making Chris burst into laughter. "Let's see whether there's anything interesting on TV." Shane muttered, reaching for the remote control. He kept flipping through the channels till he got to a channel where about five teenaged boys sat looking at two other boys playing a game of dominos. Both Shane and Chris froze. Shane sat with the remote in his hand and his eyes stuck on the scene on the screen. Chris swallowed hard and turned to watch Shane. "Still play?" Shane's voice was barely above a whisper. His eyes remained on the screen. Chris saw how tense Shane was and wished for the millionth time that he could erase the past. "No." He answered in a voice he could hardly tell was his own. Chris cleared his throat. "I haven't played in...a while." He finished quietly. Shane nodded and finally turned to look at Chris who was as white as a sheet. "You okay?" Shane asked gruffly. Chris swallowed thickly and nodded. "I'm fine." He whispered. But Chris wasn't fine. Dominos? That had been their thing. Anytime he heard that word, saw that game or anything that looked like dominos, Chris thought of one person...Nick! He still had the box of dominos Shane had left at his door the night he'd disappeared with his mother. Chris couldn't bring himself to get rid of the game though on different occasions he'd resolved to do just that. For about two straight years after the incident, Chris had held that box and cried himself to sleep every night. That was reason enough for anyone to want to get rid of something...right? But he hadn't been able to do it. Even as an adult, he always mourned as though someone was dead, whenever he saw that box. But still, Chris couldn't bring himself to part with that box. He'd gone as far as building a safe in his home just for that box of dominos. It was his only link with Nick Lewis. So being reminded of that game and what they had shared, in the presence of none other than Shane himself, was not easy for Chris. He wanted to tell Shane to change the channel but didn't. After all, it was Shane's home and Shane's projector, right? He could watch whatever he felt like watching. Besides, asking Shane to change the channel wouldn't be too wise as the other man might think he was deliberately trying to cover up his guilt. Chris therefore kept his eyes on the boys on the screen, congratulating himself on his outward calm because inside, he was a quivering mess. Shane wasn't fooled for a second. Flipping onto that channel hadn't been deliberate but he did watch that competition often. He never played but never passed on an opportunity to watch a good game of dominos. After all, it had been the very first classy game he'd learnt...and owned, even if it had been for a short while. Shane stood up and went to the bar to pour a stiff drink, which he gave to Chris. Chris murmured his thanks and took a sip, willing his shaking hands to stop shaking. Shane took his seat and turned back to the screen where another set of players where taking their turn. For the next three hours, Shane and Chris watched the boys play. And as they watched, the years slipped away as both men got engrossed in the game. At a point, Shane went for a bottle of Scotch, which was almost finished by the time the game ended. It had almost felt like when they were kids again. The only difference being the alcohol that was being consumed and the fact that they were watching and not playing themselves. "Have you been playing?" Chris asked as he stood up to stretch at the end of the game. "No." Shane said quietly, draining his glass. "I've never played since..." He trailed off. And just like that the mood changed again, going right back to how both men had felt the moment Shane had first flipped onto that channel. Chris' heart lurched and raced "Shit." He swore. "I'm sorry, Shane." He breathed automatically. Saying sorry to Shane felt extremely inadequate but Chris didn't know what else he could do or say, besides sorry. Without acknowledging Chris' plea, Shane stood up and went to the fire place and clicked on a knob on the wall. The fireplace lit up but he didn't leave where he stood. He was lost in thought as he stared into the fire. Maybe he shouldn't have made them watch the game, Shane thought. Now they were back to being awkward around each other. But who was he kidding? Immediately he'd flipped onto that channel, their easy mood had ended. Yes, they had enjoyed the game, but something had shifted back to that tense mood...reminding both men of how much they had meant to each other and what Chris had done. When Shane felt Chris's presence behind him, a tingle went through him, slithered down his neck and then spread out over his body, drawing goose bumps in its wake. He turned around so fast he lost his footing. Chris' arms shot out reflexively to hold him study and just like that, the world tilted on its axis. The bolt of irrepressible lust that shot through Shane, overriding his feeling of guilt for spoiling their carefree mood was so unexpected, his eyes widened as he stared into Chris' guilt-ridden eyes. Chris stared back at Shane, his hands remaining around Shane even after he'd studied him because he just couldn't bring himself to let go of Shane. Despite his feeling of remorse, Chris couldn't help but enjoy the feel of Shane against him. Having Shane so close to him felt so fucking good. "I'm so sorry, Shane." Chris whispered, his voice tinged with regret and entreaty. "I know this is difficult but please..." His soft words rippled over Shane's nerve endings, sending a shiver through Shane. "Forgive me." Chris sighed, his fingers innocently going to rest on the sensitive spot between Shane's butt and lower back... "Fuck..." Shane couldn't suppress the gasp that tore out of his throat. A shock of pure awareness that could not be masked flashed through Shane at the feel of Chris' touch to that spot. Though he was being touched through his t-shirt, the intensity of need that whirled through him was still overwhelming. Shane had found out some years back that a touch to that spot drove him crazy with lust. One lady had told him that that spot was an erogenous zone for him. Well, whatever the fuck that meant, Shane didn't have a clue. He'd just never understood why the simplest stimulation of that spot never ceased to produce an intense arousal in him. This time was not any different. As if the touch driving him nuts wasn't enough, Shane had to contend with the feel of Chris' big powerfully elegant body with its rock-hard tautly defined muscle, against his. Shane knew he was in serious trouble. He panicked, hoping Chris wouldn't notice the predicament he was in. He knew he had to get away from Chris. He couldn't let Chris know just how agonizingly arousing his touch was. But Shane couldn't bring himself to pull out of Chris's arms. Chris made his body weak...pliant. "Don't...don't worry about it." Shane sounded as though he was being strangled, almost as though he was in pain. Chris felt his chest tighten in response to Shane's tone. God, he would give anything to take away Shane's pain, he thought unhappily. Chris gave a helpless groan and tightened his hold on Shane, in effect, pressing harder against that spot. Shane went rock hard. Fuck! Shane took deep breaths, trying to keep his rioting hormones under control. This was it, Shane thought determinedly. Time to prove to himself that he could control his sexually charged senses and body around Chris. Shane fought the overriding need pulsing through his body. He tried to think ordinary thoughts, anything that had nothing to do with the man driving him crazy that very instant. He could control this, Shane told himself. He took a deep breath, reining in the madness that threatened to whip through him. Self-control, that was all it took. But just as Shane gained a semblance of control over his raging body, he felt it...Chris' fingers lightly rubbing against that spot...causing a delicious shiver to pass through Shane. The uncontrollable moan that tore out from Shane's throat took both men by surprise. That erotic sound went directly to Chris' brain, and then short-circuited down to his cock, which hardened against Shane's. What happened next absolutely shocked and blew Chris' mind. Shane's breathing grew alarmingly ragged and his eyes glazed over with arousal. A tiny whimper escaped him as his eyes flattered shut and his tongue came out to lick his parted lips. Then as if that wasn't breathtakingly sexy enough, Shane started to thrust slowly and uncontrollably against Chris. "Fuck, Shane." Chris whispered, knowing instinctively that his fingers on Shane's lower back, was the cause of the change in Shane. But instead of letting go of Shane, the naughty streak in Chris reared its head, wanting to know just how powerful that spot was for Shane. Chris slipped his hand under Shane's t-shirt and rubbed him slowly and maddeningly on that spot. Shane saw stars. "Oh God, Chris...please." His plea was a hard gasp, a breathless moan as his hands went to Chris' shoulders to grip him hard. Raw lust transformed Shane's face as he whimpered brokenly, not knowing what exactly he was pleading for. He didn't know whether he was pleading with Chris to stop or not to. There was however one thing that was absolutely clear to Shane...what Chris was doing with his fingers felt so damned good. Shane shuddered with pleasure and blinding need. He wanted more...had to have more. With a lustful moan he buried his face between Chris' neck and shoulder and angled his hip to hump Chris' thigh frenziedly. Chris had never seen anything so erotic and entrancing in his life. Not only was Shane totally drunk on lust, he also seemed not to have any hold over his actions. Chris knew that if anyone had walked into the den that very moment, Shane wouldn't give a flying fuck. He was too turned-on to care. Chris felt every cell in his own body react with such an intense flash of desire and arousal, he groaned. Shane knew he had to stop what was happening, knew he needed to find a way to curb the burst of passion that was assailing his senses but he couldn't. It felt so good he just couldn't stop. He felt precum leak out of his cock and soak his boxer briefs and willed it to subside but it seemed as though his body was against him. He would have laughed with amusement had the need pulsing through his body not been so intense, because he could imagine how strange his shamelessly wanton actions seemed to Chris. Hell, he would have been shocked if he were in Chris' shoes for sure. But Shane didn't care how Chris felt or what he thought. He was dying. He was so hard it felt like he would go insane if he didn't come soon. His breath started coming out in gasps. "Chris..." Shane breathed shakily, but what Chris heard was a cry for help. And at that point, Chris knew he had to do something...anything to get Shane off. No way was he going to leave him like that. Chris' mind was made up. He was going to bring Shane some relief if it was the last thing he did. And he did just that! Afterwards, Chris wondered what had come over him. All he could think of at that moment was giving Shane some relief, which surprised Chris as he'd never thought himself capable of something like that. Though he had no experience when it came to men, he had the advantage of being a guy too and knowing what felt good. Chris went with his instincts. When Shane felt himself being turned around, he groaned in protest. He was so drunk on desire he didn't even care that he was acting wanton and with Chris of all people. Leaving an arm around Shane's waist, Chris's other hand slowly slid down to the bulge at Shane's groin and squeezed. "Oh God..." Shane closed his eyes and let out such a sexy moan Chris had to bite his lip to hold in his own groan. Never had any of his women moaned like that when he touched them. It looked like Shane's sexiness went beyond just looks. Shane couldn't believe Chris was touching him in that way. There was a battle raging inside him. He knew he shouldn't allow Chris to touch him in that way...hell, in any way for that matter. The last and only time there had been any intimacy between them, it hadn't ended well. But Shane couldn't bring himself to pull away. His blood was roaring in his ears so loudly that he couldn't think straight. When Shane felt his zipper being lowered, he opened his eyes and tensed up in anticipation. And when he felt Chris' touch on his cock, he let out a shaky breath he'd been unconsciously holding as all ability to think fled. It felt so good. When Chris pulled out Shane's weeping cock, he couldn't suppress his gasp. Fuck, it was huge. Shane's cock was thick and long with a huge mushroomed head that curved up. It stuck out from Shane's body, too weighty to stand straight up. Chris felt his own cock get even harder inside his pants and groaned. Shane was so hard he leaked profusely in Chris' palm, the thick veins throbbing beneath the smooth dark skin. A ragged sound tore from Shane's throat as he hardened even more at Chris' touch, loving the feel of Chris hand on his cock. No words were spoken as Chris stroked Shane slowly. Not only did Chris think the cock in his hand was beautiful, he also loved the feel of it in his palm. As much as Shane wanted to close his eyes and succumb to pure sensation, he couldn't look away from the picture they made...the erotic sight of his dark throbbing flesh being stroked by Chris' creamy hand. Both men began to breathe in tandem, lost in the wonder of it all. Shane's broken moans were so erotic, Chris was going out of his mind with hunger. He would have given anything to have his naked body pressed against the length of Shane's, feeling Shane's warm body against his, skin on skin, front to back or whatever position Shane would be comfortable with. "Damn!" Chris growled, surprised at his line of thought. "You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He whispered huskily in Shane's ear, squeezing the slick curved head of Shane's cock. At Chris's words, a shivers of lust raced up and down Shane's spine, causing a gush of precum to spill out of his throbbing cock, making it even more slick. Chris gripped Shane tighter and pumped him in long, hard strokes from base to tip, loving the sounds spilling out of Shane. Trembling with pleasure, Shane thrust his hips desperately and rhythmically into Chris's hand, with just one goal in mind. He needed to come so bad. In the back of his mind, Shane was appalled at his own lack of control, but helpless in the face of the frenzy overtaking him. When he felt Chris licking a path from his neck to his ear, Shane's knees almost buckled. "Oh, sweet Lord." Shane gasped. "Feels so good, Chris... It's been so long..." And when Chris twirled his wet tongue along the shell of Shane's ear, Shane almost went out of his mind with bliss. He had never felt anything so exquisite. Shane couldn't believe the sensation. His head fell back against Chris' shoulder in ecstatic abandon as he blocked out every single thing in the world except the exquisite feel of Chris' hand on his cock. It was so good Shane's breath exploded from his lungs. "Fuck..." Shane breathed, sweat misting his brow as his excitement mounted. He was completely at the mercy of Chris and near mindless with the need to climax. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 04 Shane trembled as he felt the intensity of his pleasure increase to unbearable heights. He knew he was about to lose it. He couldn't help but wonder how he'd managed to hold off that long. When he felt Chris blow lightly into his ear, Shane moaned as his entire body locked into that moment of exquisite tautness that came before release. Dear God, he was going to... Chris chose that moment to slide his stiffened tongue into Shane's ear... Shane erupted with an animal roar, his orgasm hitting him full force as hot cum forcefully burst from the tip of his cock in thick streams. He whimpered brokenly as his cock jerked within Chris' hand and his entire body convulsed in fierce tremors as relief exploded through him. His heart pounded so fiercely inside his chest he felt as though his chest might explode along with his cock. Shane's orgasm lasted forever as Chris kept milking his cock with perfect strokes, extending his pleasure till Shane thought he would go insane. He moaned throatily at the exquisite feeling that kept slamming through him. He couldn't seem to stop coming. Even when he eventually stopped coming, blissful tremors still shook his frame. Shane struggled to bring his breathing under control. Fuck, that had been sensational, he couldn't help but think even in his dazed state. He felt so sated and drained he knew the only thing holding him up was Chris' strong arm around him. Though Chris knew that Shane would be sensitive after that explosive release, he couldn't bring himself to stop stroking him. Strangely, Chris just wanted to keep feeling that powerful cock within his palm. He didn't want to let it go. And from the shudders going through Shane, Chris knew he loved it too. Shane's entire body continued to jerk in hard spasms as Chris continued to stroke him. He only stopped stroking when Shane's hand went to his wrist to give it a light squeeze. Chris saw a box of hand-wipes on the mantel above the fire place and reached up to pull some out. He didn't know why it was there but he was glad it was. He tenderly wiped Shane's softening cock and his own palm and threw the used tissue into the fire. Then he tucked Shane's cock back inside his jeans and zipped him up. Chris then wrapped both arms around a still spaced out Shane, smiling when Shane gave a small sigh of contentment and relaxed completely against him. Chris didn't blame the man. That had been intense. So when Shane suddenly pulled out of Chris' arms and started slowly backing away from Chris with so much fear in his eyes, Chris got confused. "Shane?" Chris didn't know what was happening. He started moving tentatively towards Shane who was shaking his head slowly as he backed away, his eyes clearly pleading with Chris not to...hurt him? Then it hit Chris like a thousand tons of bricks... Shane looked terrified. What confused Chris even more was the fact that Shane actually looked scared of him. The man could easily take Chris down in a blink of an eye if he wanted to so why was there so much fear in his eyes? What had happened between them had been so spontaneous and beautiful it made the terrified look on Shane's face rather inexplicable. Shane didn't have any reason to be scared, Chris thought confused. Unless... "Oh God, Shane..." Chris froze. What the fuck had he done to Shane, Chris cursed at himself silently. "Shane stop." Chris breathed, as he felt his heart break into a million pieces. "I'm not going to hurt you. Please stop." "I couldn't help myself." Shane spoke as if he hadn't heard what Chris said. "It won't happen again, I prom..." "Shane!" Chris' raised voice finally caught Shane's attention. Shane still had an uncertain look in his eyes but he stopped his backward movement. Chris went closer till his body was virtually touching Shane's. He didn't even feel the tear that slipped down his cheek. He slipped his arms around Shane's waist and bumped his forehead against Shane's. Silent tears kept sliding down Chris' cheeks as the two men just stood there in silence...till Shane broke the silence. "Why are you crying?" Shane whispered, reaching up to gently wipe at Chris' cheeks. Without answering to Shane's question, Chris let go of Shane and turned around to switch off the projector and turn off the gas, instantly quenching the fire in the fireplace. Then reaching for Shane's hand, Chris drew him into the room adjacent the den. It was a tastefully decorated room with a really big bed. It was obvious no one slept in that room. Chris toed off his loafers, drew Shane to the bed and gently pushed him onto it. Then Chris got into the bed with Shane and spooned behind him, wrapping one arm around his waist, holding him tightly to his body as if Shane would disappear if he loosened his hold on him for even a second. He didn't say a word, he just held Shane. Both men were lost in their own thoughts, wondering what the other thought about them at that very moment. Chris was convinced by Shane's reaction after coming back to his senses, that the other man saw him as a monster of sorts and wondered what he could do to redeem himself. Shane on the other hand didn't think he could ever look Chris in the eye after what he'd allowed to happen. "Chris?" Shane called out quietly. "Yes, Shane." His voice was barely above a whisper. "What just happened," Shane's voice shook, "I need you to know... I don't go around doing...it's not a habit." By the time he finished talking, his voice was just a breathy whisper. Chris' arm tightened around Shane. "I know, Shane." Chris whispered. He didn't have to be a genius to know that Shane wasn't that kind of person. Hell, the guy lived like a hermit. "I know." Chris felt Shane relax at his answer and knew he had said the right thing. As he lay there holding Shane in his arms, he couldn't help but think how right Shane felt against him. Chris' intention was simply to hold Shane but soon their breathing evened out, indicating that they were both fast asleep. Till an unusual sound woke Chris up. Immediately he came fully awake, Chris heard pitiful groans coming from Shane. His body jerked as he thrashed about in the bed. Shane sounded like he was struggling against something...trying to get away. Chris immediately knew he was having a nightmare so he started shaking Shane gently, not wanting to worsen Shane's situation by rather startling him. But Shake didn't wake up. His groans rather became cries that were so gut-wrenching it sent a chill through Chris. He was about to shout Shane's name but froze when he heard Shane's words... "Please Chris." Shane cried. "Please don't hurt me. Won't happen again. Please that hurts. Please...please... Oh, God . . . Chris don't..." And Shane was virtually screaming now. Chris wanted to die. An agonizingly intense feeling of self-loathing swept over Chris at the torment Shane was going through. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to get Shane to wake up, had to get him to stop, had to...fuck! Chris shot up onto his knees and started shaking Shane vigorously, no longer worried about startling him. Chris just wanted the gut-wrenching sounds to stop. "Shane, wake up." Chris sounded panicked and desperate. Shane suddenly sat up in bed, sucking in air with deep gulps, his face drenched with sweat. Chris moved till his back was to the headboard, and then drew Shane to sit in between his legs so that Shane's back was plastered to his chest. Then he wrapped his arms tightly around Shane and rocked him. "Shh, baby," Chris whispered, the endearment falling naturally from his lips. "I've got you. I'm not going to hurt you. Promise." He kept murmuring as he rocked Shane gently. "I'm so sorry." After a while, Shane cleared his throat and whispered, "I'm sorry you had to see that. I didn't mean to fall asleep like that." The humiliation in Shane's voice couldn't be more obvious. "I hate like hell you saw that." Shane groaned. Chris went still against Shane. "Do you get these nightmares often?" At Shane's nod, Chris' heart almost stopped. "How often?" Chris sounded as though he was being strangled. Shane remained quiet for so long Chris thought he hadn't heard him. Then he gave an answer that shook Chris to the very core. "Every night." "Oh fuck." Chris whispered as he instinctively tightened his hold on Shane. "And it started..." Shane nodded slowly. "That very night." He said quietly, confirming Chris' fears. "Whilst we waited at the bus station that night, I fell asleep. The next thing I knew my mother was shaking me awake. It has never stopped since." "Oh my God, Shane I'm so sorry." Chris almost sobbed. It finally dawned on him just how much he'd fucked up Shane's life. He didn't deserve Shane's forgiveness. "I'm okay." Shane said quietly, noticing how shaken Chris was. "My system is kinda used to it. I always sleep afterwards just fine." Shane had no idea why he wanted to reassure the man holding him. Though it was none other than Chris' fault he woke up screaming every night, the last thing Shane wanted was for Chris to be worried or feel guilty. "You're not okay. What I did was..." "You were just a kid." Shane cut him off. "Much as I've been angry at you for almost half my life on this earth, I know you were a kid. You panicked. That was a harsh way to express your panic and confusion but hey, people react in different ways. So don't worry about it. I am fine." It was all too much for Chris. The tension that had built up within him since seeing Shane again, the realization that he'd ruined a beautiful life and the fact that Shane could even be kind to him despite all that he'd done to him combined and rioted within him till he simply couldn't contain his emotions. When the first sob tore out of Chris, Shane turned around and knelt between Chris' thighs and cradled his head against his chest. Chris' arms went around Shane as his body shook with great heaving sobs. "I'm s...so sor...sorry, Ni...Nick. So sor...sorry." Chris stuttered through his tears. "It's okay, Chris." Shane murmured into Chris' hair. "It is okay." And when he heard those soothing words from Shane, Chris cried even harder. He didn't deserve that treatment from Shane. Hell, he didn't deserve to be in the presence of the man holding him with such tenderness that very moment. Chris had no doubt that he was in the presence of a better man. He cried till the front of Shane's t-shirt was drenched. When he eventually quieted down, his head remained against Shane's chest. "We seem to be doing a lot of that lately." Chris hiccupped shakily. Shane laughed softly. "Crying is good for the soul." He said quietly. "Mama always told me that if only I could cry just once, I would feel better. But I couldn't cry...till that day in the garage." "After all these years?" Chris sounded incredulous. "Uh-huh." Chris went quiet. No wonder Shane had broken down like that. It had been a release of years of pent-up tears. "And did it do any good?" Chris pulled back his head to search Shane's eyes and was surprised at the smile on Shane's handsome face. "I've never slept as soundly as I did that night. I didn't wake up till around noon the following day." Shane chuckled as he sat back on his heels. "No nightmares, no nothing. I was just dead to the world." "Mothers know best huh?" Chris said quietly, remembering how loving Sylvia Lewis had been to him. Would she ever be able to forgive him for what he did? Shane looked at Chris and just knew what he was thinking. "Hey, don't worry about it. She loved you like a son." "Till I acted like a monster." Chris retorted miserably. "Don't underestimate a mother's love." Shane said softly. But Chris refrained from pointing out to Shane that, the fierceness of a mother's love was rather why he dreaded ever coming face to face with Sylvia Lewis. In a way, he felt he'd wronged her even more than he'd wronged Shane. No mother deserved to see their child in that state Shane was in. No mother could ever forgive such brutality against her child. Chris didn't think it was necessary to go into an argument with Shane on that topic so he kept quiet. "I don't know about you but I'm famished." Shane groaned. "We didn't have supper." He said as he jumped off the bed. "Come on, let's go raid Abigail's kitchen." And as the two friends walked into the huge classically modern kitchen, both felt a sense of peace. It was as though a burden had been lifted off their shoulder. They felt free, happy and hopeful, but most of all, they felt...cherished. *** Chris couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face as he watched Shane stretch with his eyes still shut the following morning. Shane looked so adorable and innocent lying beside him. Though he'd virtually not had any sleep during the night, Chris had enjoyed the feel of Shane's warm, hard body against his. After they had raided Abigail's kitchen the night before, they had gone back to bed and talked till Shane slept. This time, Shane hadn't gotten another dream and Chris had been thankful for that. He'd virtually spent the entire night staring at Shane sleep peacefully. Chris couldn't get over how sweet and vulnerable Shane looked in sleep. He'd always felt protective towards Shane but what surprised Chris was how he could still feel protective towards Shane when the other man obviously didn't need his protection. If anything, Shane rather needed protection from him, Chris thought with a groan. At Chris' groan, Shane opened his eyes to find Chris' gaze on him. "Oh crap." He muttered. It felt so strange to wake up to someone in his bed. "Good morning." Chris chuckled, watching Shane. The dark stubble peppering Shane's chin made him look sexy rather than disheveled. Surely it was a crime to look so good that early in the morning, Chris thought with admiration. "Good morning." Shane murmured, squeezing his eyes shut. Chris laughed softly and reached out to smooth a hand over Shane's low cropped hair and then tenderly palmed his cheek. "Hey, open those eyes." He whispered, grinning when Shane did exactly that. "You have beautiful eyes." Shane's eyes lit up with amusement at Chris' comment. "Change your line." He murmured. "You've told me that before." "I know." Chris whispered, looking amused too. "And it's not a line. It's the truth." Shane turned to lie on his back. "I can smell coffee." Chris chuckled, sitting up. "Look to your side." Chris got off the bed and went around to Shane's side to pick up a mug of coffee. "Here." Shane sat up and took the mug from Chris and then took a sip. "Hmmm...this is good." Shane moaned as the hot creamy coffee burst over his tongue and rolled smoothly down his throat, leaving warmth in its wake. "Just how I like it." Chris laughed softly. "Abigail told me exactly how you liked it." Chris said as he sat on the edge of the bed beside Shane. "You've always had a sweet tooth." Shane laughed. "Thanks for the coffee." He mumbled, still a little shaken at finding Chris in his bed. "Don't you want a cup too?" "No. I'm okay." Chris said quietly, studying Shane's face as he sipped at his coffee. Even that simple act of sipping looked sexy to Chris. "What?" Shane asked, thanking his stars for his colour. He knew if he were white, his face would be so red at that particular moment. Chris' hot piercing gaze on him brought an intense feeling of vulnerability and shyness that made Shane uncomfortable. Chris shrugged. "Nothing." He answered, managing to look all innocent. "Did you sleep well?" Shane's belly quivered at the rasp in Chris' voice. "You know I did." He murmured, staring into his mug. He'd never felt as safe as he had, being surrounded by Chris' body heat. He'd really liked it. He looked up and saw a look on Chris' face that he couldn't fathom. "What are you thinking?" "I'm not thinking." Chris' voice turned husky. "I just want to..." he shrugged those broad shoulders, "look at you." Shane groaned. Chris made him hot without hardly doing a damn thing. Shane surprised even himself at what he did next. In one fluid move he placed his half empty mug on the bedside table and drew a pillow to cover his face. Chris burst into laughter and reached out to pull the pillow off the laughing face of Shane. "There you are." Chris said, throwing the pillow onto the bed. "What do you want to do today?" Chris asked softly. The playful look left Shane's face. "I'm going to New York to visit my mum today." "Oh." Chris felt his heart plummeting to his stomach. "When will you come back?" He asked, willing his heart to stop beating so fast. "I'll come back on Monday." Shane said quietly. "Just in time for the meeting." Chris couldn't have described what he was feeling at Shane's news if he'd been asked to. It was a myriad of emotions...he felt a sense of loss, dread, unease...it was a very unpleasant feeling. The mere thought of Sylvia Lewis made him panicky. But the thought of not seeing Shane the whole of Sunday actually terrified him. Had he become so used to seeing Shane that the thought of not seeing him for just a day terrified him so much? The riot of emotions he felt had his heart racing. He was missing Shane already. Shit! Chris had to make an effort to put up a cheerful face, with a calmness that belied the racing in his heart. Shane planned on leaving home around noon as his plane was set to take off at one in the afternoon. Chris spent the little time Shane had, with him instead of meeting his squad for their usual Saturday get-together. Shane wasn't taking anything so didn't have any packing to do. All the two men did was talk. Sometimes there was no talking at all, just comfortable silence. When it was time to leave, it was a struggle for Chris. And if the gloomy look on Shane's face was anything to go by, he hated leaving Chris just as much as Chris did. "You'll be late." Chris murmured when it was almost twelve. A driver was in to take Shane to the airport. Shane and Chris reluctantly dragged themselves out to the garage, to Chris' car. Another twenty minutes went by with both men just standing there, saying nothing. Finally Chris gave a deep sigh and turned to face Shane. "I have to go." Chris said softly. Shane nodded. "I know." "Have a safe trip." Chris said quietly. His heart felt so heavy, he felt queasy in the tummy, and there was a lump in his throat the size of a mountain. "Fuck." Chris breathed when he felt his eyes sting with unshed tears. Pull yourself together, Chris admonished himself silently. It somehow annoyed him that unlike him, Shane not only looked calm, but was a picture of masculine confidence, which Chris himself usually always possessed. "Chris..." Shane didn't know what to say. The look in Chris' eyes said clearly what he couldn't say. He didn't want to leave Shane. That look...part longing, part helplessness, drew a groan from Shane. He reached up and brushed the back of his fingers over Chris' cheek, melting inside when Chris leaned into his touch. "Give me your phone." Shane demanded in a gruff voice. He knew if he wasn't careful, he would cancel his trip to stay with Chris. But his mother would kill him if he disappointed her. Besides, he'd missed the sweet woman so much. He therefore didn't have any choice but to go. When Chris handed over his cell phone, Shane used the phone to call himself and then saved Chris' number. Then he saved his on Chris' phone and handed the phone back to Chris. "I'll call when I get to New York, okay?" Shane husked. And at Chris' nod, Shane turned around and headed for his car without a backward glance. Over the years, he'd learnt how to mask his feelings very well. And it actually paid off when it came to his business dealings. Shane Lewis knew how to hide his emotions but he had a feeling he wouldn't be able to do that for long around Chris. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 04 As Chris drove off, he tried to understand why he felt so down...why he felt as if Shane was taking a part of his soul with him to New York. He felt as though he was losing Shane all over again. For a moment he contemplated going to hang out with his guys at Kyle's house where they were all supposed to meet that day. But on second thought, Chris drove home because he felt he would be better off by himself, as besides the fact that he wouldn't be good company in the shitty mood he was in, he needed some sleep. When he got home, Chris jumped into bed and tried to sleep but sleep wouldn't come. His mind wandered, thinking about all that had taken place the day before, the sexual hunger between him and Shane, Shane's nightmares, how he'd broken down in Shane's arms and how right Shane had felt in his arms. Chris couldn't help but miss Shane. He'd wanted to hug Shane as they said goodbye to each other but didn't know how the other man would take that so he hadn't. After their momentary intimacy the night before, they'd merely talked and hung out like two old friends and nothing more, that morning. One thing Chris couldn't deny was the fact that Shane turned him on like no woman ever had. The man's body was a masterpiece. Chris had surprisingly found himself with a hard-on at different times that morning whilst they talked but had tried to suppress it. One time, he'd watched as Shane bit his lower lip whilst deep in thought, and had instantly gone hard. Sometimes all the man had to do was laugh softly and then BAM...Chris would be crossing his legs. Shane was as sexy as all fuck. Unknowing to Shane he'd had Chris so horny, he thought he would explode. Just thinking about Shane was giving Chris a hard-on and that pissed him off because what he needed was sleep. With a groan, Chris stood up and stripped out of his clothes and then got beneath the covers. In no time, he was snoring softly. *** Immediately the pilot informed his lone occupant that they were about to land, Shane reached for his cell phone, ready to call Chris immediately they touched down. Though he was glad he was about to see his mother, he couldn't help but wish Chris were with him. He'd missed Chris so much he knew just hearing his voice would raise his spirits. Was it even normal to be missing a person so much, Shane wondered. That look of stark longing on Chris' face moments before they had parted ways had been so hot Shane couldn't get it out of his mind. But then, Chris had always been a sexy guy. He'd never had to put in much effort to get Shane to drool with want. Shane gave a low groan, surprised at how the mere thought of Chris made his heart beat with excitement as if he were a teen with a crush. What were his employees and the business world going to think, if they saw him pining away after someone as he was doing then? Fuck! Shane started dialing Chris' number as soon as he felt the plane touch down. Chris picked up on the third ring and from the groggy sound of his voice, Shane knew he'd been sleeping. "Shane?" Chris croaked. "Go back to sleep." Shane said softly, a feeling of joy surging within him at the sound of Chris' voice. "No, no, please let's talk." Chis husked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He was damned if he was going to let Shane go. "Chris, get some sleep. I only wanted to inform you that I've touched down. I'll call again before I go to bed okay?" Chris wasn't okay with that. He wanted to keep Shane on the line...keep talking to him... "Shane..." But Chris trailed off before he could reduce himself to pleading. "Okay." He said with a soft sigh. "I will call again." Shane said softly. Chris nodded and then murmured a soft "okay" when he remembered that Shane couldn't see his nod. Immediately the line clicked off in his ear, Chris felt lonely. But reassuring himself that he would hear Shane's voice again soon, Chris slipped back under the covers and went right back to sleep. Shane couldn't wipe the goofy smile off his face as he hung up. He felt a warm glow inside...as though he was on top of the world. Chris did that to him. Even when they were kids, Shane would catch himself smiling for no reason even when Chris wasn't around him. No wonder his mother had caught on. What surprised Shane was the fact that Chris could still do that to him after all these years. Before he saw Chris again, just the thought of Chris caused his heart to pound hard in anger and fear. But for the past two weeks, all it took was a thought of Chris for Shane to act like a smitten fool. Shane knew he was being stupid with the way he was feeling but he just couldn't help himself. Yes, Chris had hurt him before and could hurt him again, though this time, definitely not physically...but Shane just didn't care. He was happy. After all these years, he had an inner feeling of joy that he'd never had since he was a kid and he wasn't ready to throw that away simply because of something that happened years ago. Shane Lewis wanted to live for once. Was that too much to ask? As Shane got out of his private plane and walked towards his car, he couldn't stop the movement of his fingers. He typed a short message to Chris, knowing Chris wouldn't see it till later if he'd gone back to sleep as he'd asked him to. God, he'd missed the guy, Shane thought with a shake of his head and a sad smile on his face. He knew he had it real bad. *** When Chris woke up, it was eight p.m. Eight p.m. in L.A meant eleven p.m. in New York. He quickly checked his phone to see whether he had missed a call from Shane. Chris couldn't stop the smile that brightened his face when he saw Shane's message: Shane: miss u. Chris sat with his back against the headboard and typed a message to Shane. Chris: What happened to calling me when u get home? Shane: (responding immediately) I said I was going to call before I go to bed. Did u have a good sleep? Chris: Yes. Did u sleep on the flight? Shane: 3hrs straight. Feel refreshed. Mama is going to keep me awake till mornin so I had to get some sleep. Chris: Howz she doing? Shane: Very well. Chris: God, I miss u. Shane: Miss u more. Will u wait up for me? I want to talk to u before I sleep. Chris: I can't go back to sleep without talking to u, dude. I have some work to do so I'll be doing it whilst I wait for that call. Shane: (smiling broadly) Good. Chris: Oh and Shane, know u're going to see me in NY in the mornin if u dare sleep without calling me. Shane: (Bursting into laughter) I'll be better off not calling then. U have no idea how much I want to see u. Chris: Same here but please call. Can't go till mornin without hearing ur voice. Shane: Promise. Chris: Good. Now go show ur mum some luv. Shane: Ok But Shane didn't move from where he sat. He re-read the whole conversation with a silly smile on his face the whole time. When he eventually looked up from his phone, it was to find Sylvia Lewis standing at the door of his bedroom, with her hands on her chest, smiling fondly at him. "Finally." She breathed. Shane couldn't wipe the smile off his face, though he had no idea what his mother was talking about. "Finally what?" He asked. "You found it." Sylvia responded simply. "Ma..." "You don't have to tell me now. Enjoy it. Savor it. Feels good doesn't it?" Sylvia looked at her son with so much love and joy in her eyes. She'd waited and prayed to see that look in his son's eyes again for so long. "Mama really..." "Nicolas Shane Lewis, don't you dare lie to your mother. I brought you into this world and I can take you out of it." She said with mock anger, making Shane burst into laughter. He stood up and went to give his mother a tight hug. "I'll tell you all about it." Shane murmured into his mother's hair. "But not today." "I know son. Just let go and enjoy." "I still feel overwhelmed but...it does feel good." Shane groaned, making his mother laugh softly. Mother and son talked till almost dawn. By the time Shane stripped and jumped into bed, it was almost five a.m. His heart danced in joyful anticipation as he dialed Chris' number. Chris picked up on the first ring, making Shane smile. "Hey." Chris said, drawing up the covers over his naked body. "Hey yourself." Shane chuckled. "Done with work?" "Un-huh. I was about to pack my stuff for a trip to New York in the morning but..." Chris murmured, making Shane laugh softly. Damn, it was good to hear Shane's voice. Shane went quiet for a moment. "Are you in bed?" Chris swallowed hard, suddenly feeling warm all over. Shane's voice caressed his senses. "Yes. You?" His voice turned gruff. "Yep. Just jumped in here. Will I see you tomorrow?" Shane asked. "Shane, we have a meeting at your house tomorrow aft..." Chris started to say but Shane jumped in. "I know. I meant after the meeting." He sounded hopeful. "Will you come see me after?" "Till you tell me I'm forgiven, I'm never going to stop coming." Chris said quietly. "Watch it. 'Cause I just might never say those words if that means I'll see you every day." Shane retorted, making Chris laugh softly. "I'll keep that in mind. Fuck, I wish I were there with you, Shane." Chris growled. Shane gave a deep sigh. "So do I, baby. So do I." He said quietly, surprised at the ease with which the endearment rolled off his tongue, as if he used it every day. Shane's reply caught Chris by surprise. He'd been called 'baby' lots of times. In fact more times than he could remember, but coming from Shane, and in that sexy voice, it sounded special, sweet, hot...and if the way Chris' cock had jerked at that sexily spoken word was any indication, arousing. Chris' hand moved down underneath the covers to his semi hard cock and he couldn't stop his hand from stroking it slowly. Damn, he needed to hear Shane talk more. "Shane?" "Yes Chris?" "What's your day like on a typical workday?" Chris demanded in a deep breathy voice as he put the phone on speaker and reached into his side drawer for lube. Shane laughed softly, a little surprised at the question. But he decided to humour Chris so he told him. And even as Shane told Chris about what he did on a typical workday, Chris kicked off the covers and closed his slicked hand around his pulsing cock, and then listening to Shane's incredibly sexy voice, Chris slowly stroked himself. Damn, it felt so good. He bit his lip to hold in his moans as he totally lost himself in Shane's seductive voice. Not having the slightest idea what was happening on the other end of the phone, Shane kept talking in that entrancing voice of his. "...I usually work deep into the night. So I finally get to bed around one a.m. What about you?" Shane asked. Chris took a deep shaky breath and tried to calm his racing heart. "Around eleven p.m." He husked as his hips slowly rocked up and his cock slid in and out of his slick palm. Shane frowned. The way Chris sounded...his erratic breathing... "Chris?" "Talk to me, Shane." Chris breathed. "Please." Chris moaned as he began to stroke in earnest. "Jesus." Shane muttered. He went silent for a moment because he really didn't know what to say. He'd never done anything like that ever. Chris' moans became louder, the sound rushing directly to Shane's cock. But he didn't touch himself. This was for Chris. "If I were there with you right now, I would take your balls into my mouth and suck on them." "Oh fuck." Chris breathed as a gush of precum spilled from his cock at Shane's words. "Please don't stop." Never before had he been so affected by someone. Much as Chris didn't care what Shane talked about since he only needed to hear his voice, Shane's hot words took the whole experience to a totally new smoldering level. "How would you want me to suck on your balls?" Shane's voice was pure sex. "Soft or hard?" Shane husked. "Hard." Chris moaned, his other hand moving to tug on his balls as the hand on his cock begun to move so fast it was almost a blur. "After I suck on those balls...get them really wet, I would pull gently on them whilst I move up to take the wet head of your cock into my mouth. Then I'll twirl my tongue around it and suck..." "Christ!" Chris fought his orgasm. He wanted the pleasure to build even more. To last. His chest heaved as his breathing got ragged and choppy. "Then I'll slowly take you deep into my mouth," continued Shane's mesmerizingly sexy voice, "take you all the way into my throat and..." "Fuuuuck!" Chris screamed as he shot his load, some going as far up as the headboard and some covering his chest and stomach. Shane knew that Chris was in the throes of orgasm but that didn't stop his erotic chatter. "And as you shoot, I'll seal my lips around the head of your cock so that I can catch that sweet essence on my tongue. That way, I can savor it before I swallow it." Shane's voice had become so breathlessly husky, he sounded as though he was actually doing exactly what he was describing. "Then I'll lick you clean." He whispered, remembering the only time he'd ever done that. Chris didn't miss that. "Oh God, Shane..." He whimpered as he kept coming, writhing on his bed in ecstasy. The erotic picture Shane had drawn in his mind, prolonged his orgasm extensively. Chris had never experienced anything that intensely sexual in his entire life. "Fuck." He groaned when he finally came down from his high. "Are you okay?" Shane's voice was a rough noise he barely recognized as his own. Chris felt dazed, his brain still drifting somewhere around the clouds, but Shane's question snagged him back down. Disoriented, Chris tried to catch his breath. And that's when what he'd done finally hit him. Had he just... "Oh God, I'm sorry, Shane." Chris said in a shaky voice. When Shane went silent, Chris felt panic rise within him. "Shane?" "I'm here," Shane said quietly. Chris didn't know what to say. He felt like a first class asshole for what had just happened. "I'm sorry." Chris whispered. "That was not what I had in mind when I pleaded with you to call. It's just that your voice... I'm so sorry if I've offended you in any way. I..." "Don't be. I'm flattered that just my voice could do that to you." Shane husked. "At least I now know that if I'm able to bottle my voice, I'll get at least one buyer." He teased, making Chris laugh softly. "Thanks." Chris said quietly. "I needed that." He sighed. He'd been strung as tight as a bow since watching Shane come so powerfully on Friday. "Glad to be of help." Shane muttered. "But am I to expect this each time we speak on phone?" Shane asked dryly. "Fuck you." Chris laughed, reaching for some tissues to wipe up the mess he'd made. "Now, where were we before..." "Your dick interrupted." Shane finished and both men burst into laughter. "So...what's your typical day like?" Chris chuckled. "You know why I asked that don't you?" "I do." Shane laughed. He'd figured out why Chris asked that question after he'd pleaded with him to keep talking. "But I still want to know." And they talked till each man became too sleepy to keep his eyes open. It was only when Shane woke up in the morning that he disconnected the call. Then with an amused smile on his face, he went right back to sleep. *** The first thing Chris did when he woke up on Monday morning was to call Shane. Their meeting was scheduled for noon so he knew Shane was probably on his way to the airport. He shivered with excitement at the thought of seeing Shane soon. "Hey." Shane said softly, turning away from his mother's knowing smile. She had insisted on riding with him to the airport. "Did you sleep well?" Chris asked without preamble. Shane chuckled. "Yes I did, thanks." As usual, they had spoken deep into the night and had only gotten off the phone when they both got too sleepy. "Did you..." "No." Shane answered, knowing what Chris wanted to ask. "Good. I'm going to get ready for work. Be safe." "Thanks." Shane murmured, failing to mask the smile in his voice. Damn, he was tickled. Chris didn't miss it. He laughed softly. "See you soon." Chris murmured huskily. "Okay." Shane responded and hung up. He almost groaned when he saw his mother's amused gaze on him. "You're wearing your heart on your sleeve." Sylvia Lewis said softly so that the driver wouldn't hear. "Ma..." Shane groaned. "Hey, I'm happy for you okay? Just be careful. Make sure she is equally serious about you and feels the same way. Otherwise if she hurts you..." Sylvia took her son's large hand in both of hers. The look in her eyes said what she couldn't and didn't want to add. Shane had been burnt before and they both clearly remembered what had happened to him. "I'll be careful Ma." Shane said softly, not bothering to tell Sylvia that the person who had his insides in a constant state of blissful knots was actually a man...and none other than Chris Donovan. *** It was more difficult on both Shane and Chris in that afternoon's meeting than it had been in the previous one. Much as both men had been shocked and confused in their first meeting, it was difficult this time because they had to make an effort to stop staring at each other. They were in Shane's house for a presentation on the prototype as planned. There were six men and two women in the huge show room. Though Shane did make a conscious effort not to stare at Chris because he didn't want the others to notice their odd behavior, he sometimes couldn't help but look at Chris. Shane would feel Chris' eyes on him and turn to look at Chris as though he was being controlled by a force. Their eyes would meet, then each man would give the other a slight smile and then look away. Chris looked down when his cell phone vibrated on the table. It was a message from Shane. Shane: Stop staring. Chris: Can't help myself. Why don't u stop staring back? Shane: Dude come on... Chris: Then stop being so... Shane: What? Chris: U know what. U're too fuckin sexy. And stop biting your lip. That turns me on. Chris looked up just in time to see Shane release his lower lip and look up in his direction. And the smoldering desire in those beautiful eyes was so intense Chris felt himself harden. Shit! Shane shook his head slightly and started typing again. Shane: U asshole! Now I'm hard. Chris: Get in line, pal. Chris was getting very nervous because he knew Damon would tease him mercilessly if he noticed what was going on. But he couldn't help himself. All he had eyes for was Shane. It felt like he hadn't seen Shane in years instead of a mere day. He'd missed him so fucking much. When Shane was called to address the meeting, Chris watched as he moved to stand in front of a projected image of the prototype. His gaze drank Shane in, roaming passionately over his sexy frame. Shane looked so edible in his grey three-piece suit, Chris' heart skipped a beat. The man was utterly and devastatingly gorgeous. Chris tried to think about something else...anything to get his mind off his own stubborn cock, the sexy hunk melting him with his hotness and his equally sexy voice. Chris turned his head and looked around the showroom. The showroom in which they were having the meeting was big and made up of glass. It was impressively classy. Chris had never taken the time to take a good look around Shane's house. The house was huge. He'd only been to the den, the dining hall and that room adjacent the den...and of course the gym as he'd worked out with Shane in his ultramodern gym on Saturday morning. Chris hadn't been to the rest of the house and had therefore not seen Shane's remarkably stylish showroom. Well, it was not as if under the peculiar circumstances, he could have asked for a tour. How would he have put it? 'How about a tour for your stalker, Shane?' Chris almost laughed. Shane would have finally used that gun on him. And the only times Chris could have asked for that tour, it never even occurred to him to ask because he just wanted to sit and talk with Shane. As he listened to Shane give his concluding remarks after his presentation, Chris realized he hadn't heard most of what he'd said. Shit! Was that how it was going to be with every meeting he had to attend with Shane? Damon was going to kill him for sure, Chris groaned unconsciously audibly, causing Damon to look at him. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 04 "What?" Damon asked. But just as Chris was about to give Damon a bullshit reason, there was a commotion at the door. Then a little girl of about four burst into the room. "Daddy, daddy..." The little girl squealed and laughed at the same time as she flew towards them. "Stop running, Adele." A pretty brunette run in after the little girl. "I told you your Daddy is busy." She admonished exasperatedly. "I'm so sorry guys." She apologized as she ran after the girl, who Chris realized was actually running straight for Shane's outstretched arms. All the breath left Chris' lungs as he watched Shane cradle the little girl in his arms. His face was buried inside the little girl's hair and everyone could see the love he had for the girl. When he eventually raised his head and looked at the delighted face of the girl...who by now Chris knew was called Adele, Shane's face was alight with happiness. "I missed you so much baby. How was Disneyland?" Shane laughed as he looked at his daughter, totally forgetting about his audience. "I saw snow white, the wicked queen, the seven vwarfs, simba, mufasa, peter pan, rum..." "You can tell daddy all about that later, darling." The brunette said as she went up on her toes and pressed a quick kiss to Shane's lips. "Sorry about that." She said as she reached out to take Adele from Shane's arms. "I'm sorry folks." Shane finally turned to his audience and apologized. "Meet my daughter, Adele. She came back from Paris this morning...Disney World to be precise so you can all understand the excitement... She even saw the seven vwarfs." There was laughter and general amusement from all the people in the showroom except for one...Chris. Chris Donovan's heart raced madly. He didn't need to be a genius to know that Adele was the daughter of Shane and the brunette, and they were a happy family. He thought the little girl was adorable and he was happy for Shane that he had a beautiful daughter. But he couldn't help but look at the wedding band on the brunette's finger. The fact that Shane wasn't wearing one didn't really count. Most people opted not to wear their rings. Besides, Chris couldn't have imagined the care and affection between Shane and the brunette. It was obvious for all to see. When he watched the brunette kiss Shane he'd felt such blinding jealousy within, Chris had felt dizzy. And that had scared Chris because he'd never had that feeling in his life. Those kissable lips of Shane's must be covered by his and his alone, Chris thought with anger but then, from the look of things, it was rather obvious he didn't have any rights and it hurt. Chris knew he'd wronged Shane cruelly and didn't need to expect anything from the man but couldn't Shane have at least told him about his status? The idea that Shane could keep something so important such as a wife and a child stung Chris, cut deeper than just about anything. Chris almost gasped at the physical pain that burst through his heart like a bolt of lightning. Then the numbness followed. Something died inside Chris. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 05 Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis Dedicated to litjunkie24 Revelations! *** "Hey, I've got to get back to the office." Chris murmured to Damon as he stood up. "Are you okay?" Concern laced Damon's voice. Chris looked...not himself. 'No. I'm not fucking okay.' Chris wanted say to his friend but he didn't want Damon to get even more worried than he looked. Chris worked to say something, but he couldn't even talk past all the hurt and anger whirling within him right then. He swallowed past the dry lump in his throat. "I'm fine." Chris said in a hoarse voice. "Talk to you later." With that, he turned around and headed for the door. "Mr. Donovan, can you please wait." Shane called out but Chris didn't stop. "Chris!" Shane bellowed getting the attention of everyone in the showroom, including Chris, who stopped without turning around. "Can I see you in my office, please." Shane said in a tense voice. Then he turned around and started towards another door. Everyone in the room felt the tension between the two men but no one said anything. The brunette looked at Chris with a curious suspicion and then left the showroom with Adele. "What the hell was that about?" Damon muttered when Chris got to his side. He could tell Chris was more than angry. Hell, he would be too if anyone called him out like that. "Care to tell me what's going on?" Damon sounded concerned and tense, his voice forcing Chris to turn to look at him. "We'll talk about it later." Chris growled softly and followed Shane through the door. Shane entered his office and leaned against the desk and then folded his arms across his broad chest. He was angry. He didn't know why but he just was. Maybe it was the accusation and condemnation he'd seen in Chris' eyes just before he'd turned to leave the showroom. What the fuck was Chris' problem? If anyone should have that look in their eyes, it should be him and not Chris, Shane fumed. Chris entered the office, closed the door, and then turned around to face Shane with a look of anger and hurt on his face. "Did you want something?" Chris' asked coolly. "Don't ever walk away when I'm talking to you." Shane didn't raise his voice but the command in his tone was clear. Chris' jaw dropped as his eyes widened in shock. "What...?" No one spoke to him like that. No one! Anger simmered inside his chest as his fists clenched in anger. "Out there. You heard me call your name but you kept going. That should never happen again." Shane sounded cold. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" Chris whispered, as he tried to maintain a tight control over the anger bubbling inside him. "And who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" "Oh I'm talking to you." Shane said in a chilling voice as he shrugged out of his jacket. "Now, care to tell me what that was about?" Shane growled, looking every bit like the powerful, successful businessman that he was. Chris stared at Shane incredulously. Not only was he shocked at Shane's attitude towards him, he was also surprised the man could even ask what the 'problem' was. "Do you really need to ask?" Chris asked quietly, trying to suppress his quickly rising temper. "Did you forget that tiny detail about being married with a daughter?" Shane went from angry to furious so quickly his head ached. First off, he couldn't fathom why a man such as Chris would jump to conclusion without talking to him first. Secondly, did Chris think simply because they spent time together, everything was peachy? What they had wasn't a fucking happy reunion for fuck's sake, Shane thought with indignation. The fact that he hung out with Chris didn't mean he trusted him enough to tell him about things he held dear. Hell, Chris was the last person he should trust. Shane proceeded to tell Chris exactly that. "What gives you the right to expect me to tell you everything about my life?" Shane's eyes flashed with annoyance, his voice filled with incredulity. Chris stiffened. "What?" Chris couldn't suppress his shock. He looked more bewildered than angry. "No, seriously...I'd like to know, Chris." Shane's cold voice raised in anger. "You think some stalking, few drinks, a hand job and phone sex gives you the right to..." Shock sluiced through Chris as if he'd jumped into an icy stream. Stunned disbelief didn't even begin to describe the expression on Chris' face at Shane's words. "Shane..." Chris couldn't mask the anguish in his voice as Shane's words ripped through him. The full implication of those words slammed into Chris, stealing his breath, replacing it with pain so intense, he nearly doubled over. "Just being very open here." Shane's clenched fists and taut jaw showed just how angry he was. Seeing how his words affected Chris surprisingly gave him some satisfaction. He wanted to lash out at Chris...to hurt him just as Chris had hurt him with his actions and words all those years ago. Somewhere, in the depths of his brain, he knew he was being stupid, trying to mask his fear and guilt under anger, yet he couldn't help himself. Guilt for not trusting Chris enough to tell him about his daughter. And fear that Chris might pull away from him. Chris opened his mouth but nothing came out. He would have had better success deciphering a Chinese soap opera than understanding what was going on that very moment. His stomach lurched as betrayal stung his heart and shock blanched his blood. What he'd shared with Shane meant a lot to him and he thought it had meant something to Shane too. But with Shane's words, what they'd shared had suddenly become dirty. And that hurt real bad. "Shane, please don't spoil things." Chris rasped. "Spoil things?" Shane gave a sharp humourless laugh. "You made sure of that a long time ago." There was so much fury and pain in Shane's voice Chris just knew that Shane's pent-up anger and pain from all those years ago was finally flying to the surface. Chris felt his chest tighten with regret and disappointment. It was one thing having Shane angry at him, it was totally another seeing the hurt in his eyes. It ripped Chris apart. Though he knew it was a good thing for Shane to finally let it out, he felt that was neither the time nor the place to talk about their problems. "Can we not talk about this now?" Chris said quietly. "I think we should. I mean, we have to talk about that shit at a point don't you think?" Shane sneered, his voice booming inside the office. Every word Shane spoke stabbed at the open wound in Chris' chest. Chris could feel himself tremble with shock and pain at those words. He swallowed hard. "Shane, will you lower your voice before people..." "Oh don't worry about people hearing me." Shane growled. "Each room in this house is sound proof. Wouldn't know where one would fall asleep would we?" He added with a sneer, causing an intense feeling of shame and guilt to overcome Chris. Shane saw the emotions ran across Chris' face and hated what he was doing but he just couldn't stop. "I'm sorr..." Chris started to say automatically but got cut off by a furious Shane. "Spare me the..." Shane trailed off when the door to the office burst open and the brunette stepped inside. Her angry eyes immediately went to Chris. "Chris?" Though her gaze remained on Chris, her question was directed at Shane. "Lizzie..." Shane pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, whilst Chris looked from Shane to the obviously boiling brunette. "Answer me, Shane." Lizzie's eyes, which were still trained on Chris, flashed with anger as she inched closer to Chris. "Is this Chris?" "Yes." Shane muttered. Before Chris could blink, Lizzie's fist swung and landed on his nose with such force he was sure his nose was broken. "Fuck." Chris groaned in pain as his hand went to his nose. "What the fuck!" He growled when his hand came back with blood on it. For a lady, Shane's wife could dish it out real hard, Chris thought with respect despite the pain he was going through. "Lizzie..." Shane said in shock, pulling Lizzie away from Chris before she could land a second blow. "What has come over you?" He wrapped his arms around Lizzie from behind, locking his arms around her arms. "Will you calm down?" "Now listen and listen good, you asshole." Lizzie addressed Chris in a trembling voice, as Chris wiped his bleeding nose with his handkerchief. "If you so much as say one mean word to him, or even look at him with an insulting eye, I'll kill you. That's a promise..." "Lizzie it's okay..." Shane murmured into Lizzie's hair. Chris couldn't help but notice that Shane seemed to be holding on to Lizzie not to stop Lizzie from attacking him, but rather for the need to hold on to something...anything. Shane was shaking like a leaf as he held the angry woman. "You've done enough to ruin his life." Lizzie went on. "If he were your brother or your son or your friend, you would want to kill you too, trust me. Do you know that thanks to you, the mere thought of commitment terrifies him? He doesn't trust anyone enough to be in a relationship. He has all this..." Lizzie rolled her eyes, her cheeks wet with angry tears. "But he doesn't have anyone to share it with, or love because of what you did to him. God, you are evil. To actually tell someone he is worthless and doesn't deserve to live after he'd given you pleasure. Who does that? If you could do that as a kid, I shiver to think what you're capable of all grown up. Do well to remember my promise buddy. Because after I'm done with you, I'll make the life of anyone you love a living hell." With that last threat, Lizzie turned within Shane's arms and cupped his cheeks within her palms. Shane wiped the tears from Lizzie's cheeks and leaned down to press a kiss on her forehead. He hadn't bothered stopping Lizzie from venting because he knew her very well...and knew that she would never be okay till she'd said her piece. "I'll be fine." He said softly. "I promise. Okay?" Lizzie nodded. "I'll tell Adele you have a lot of work to do so you'll come see her later. Okay?" Shane nodded. "I'll pass by this evening before she goes to bed. My regards to Sam." "I'll tell him. Take care." Then with a final glare at Chris, Lizzie left the office. Shane stared at Chris, his eyes filled with unmistakable guilt. Chris stared back with sad and defeated eyes framed by impossibly long lashes. Shane's heart was racing... One look into Chris' eyes and he could see into his very soul...he could see Chris' pain and desolation. One look, and whatever Chris had done in the past didn't seem so important anymore. All the fight seeped out of Shane, leaving regret in its wake. He didn't know what was going through Chris' mind at that particular moment. He was dying to know but knew he couldn't ask. Not after his harsh words to Chris earlier. Damn, why had he said all that, Shane cussed himself silently. Seeing how hurt and crushed Chris was and knowing that his cruel words were the cause of Chris' pain was killing Shane. Chris stared down at the bloody handkerchief in his hand. He felt numb inside. Fortunately his nose didn't feel like it was broken and the bleeding had stopped. He was strung too tight with too many emotions he simply wanted to turn around and walk away but first, he needed to know... "Is it true?" Chris asked quietly. "Is what true?" Shane asked, moving to stand in front of Chris. When he raised his hand towards Chris' face with the clear intention of touching his face, Chris moved out of reach. With a look of regret and an unhappy sigh, Shane allowed his hands to fall by his side. "Is it true you've...never been in a relationship?" Yes, Shane had never been in a relationship before but that was not something a man went around telling others. It had been almost two years since he'd even been with anyone sexually. When he really needed to, he always had his hand. It did help him satisfy the physical need for release, but it didn't stop the craving for companionship sometimes. There were a thousand and one ladies out there who would jump at the chance of being in a relationship with Shane but he just wasn't interested. And he'd never wanted to go near guys again because of his experience with Chris. Somehow, the mere thought of being with a guy terrified him, though he knew there was nothing to be afraid of. He'd learned to cope with what life had to offer him and he was okay with it...till now. He wanted it all! "How's your nose?" Shane asked instead of answering Chris' question. "You don't have to pretend to be concerned about me please." That hurt. "Fuck you, Chris." Shane breathed. Much as Chris felt betrayed, hurt and regretful for Shane's behavior, words and all that had gone on in that office, he was angry as well. After all, he was human. Chris, however, couldn't help but feel he didn't have any right to stay angry at Shane, or even get angry no matter what Shane did to him. Though what Shane had told him was hurtful, Shane had been angry at him for years and had every right to vent whenever he felt like it. Chris just hoped he would be strong enough to hold it in as he'd done that day. He wasn't the kind of person who allowed himself to be walked over and treated like trash but he was going to try for Shane's sake, Chris thought grimly. But although he'd psyched himself up to suppress his anger no matter what, Chris knew that at that very moment, he was hanging on to his emotions by a very thin thread. He was on the edge of emotionally falling apart. His best option was to get out of Shane's office whilst he still had a hold on the explosion churning within him. "I'm out of here." Chris said in a hoarse voice and turned to go. Panic swirled within Shane's chest, nearly suffocating him. "She's not my wife." He said quietly...desperately. "As you pointed out, you don't owe me any..." "I'm sorry." Shane's voice sounded so anguished Chris turned to face him. "I shouldn't have said what I did." "You damn well shouldn't have." Chris' voice was deadly quietly. To say Shane's words had shaken him was an understatement. With those words, Shane had rubbished all that Chris had been feeling inside. Much as those feelings were a shock to his system, they grew every day and every minute and he was getting so used to them. Christ, he wanted Shane to be his with every fiber of his being so he welcomed those emotions. They felt good, pure, refreshing and exciting. And Chris didn't have any intention of giving it up... 'Oh fuck!' Chris groaned silently, shocked at his line of thought. What the fuck was he thinking? The man obviously didn't feel the same way about him as he did. "I know what I've done is despicable and I'm the last person you should have around you but..." Chris shrugged. "That was low." "I know." Shane sighed. "Listen, I'll just get out of your hair 'cause with all that I've done to you, you'll be better off..." "Chris..." "Don't worry, Shane. I understand. If I were you, I wouldn't want to see me right now..." "Well, I'm not you, damnit." Shane growled. "And you know me better than to think I don't want to see you." He sounded distraught and frustrated. "Do I?" Chris' eyebrow shot up questioningly. "I'm sorry I ruined your life. If I could go back in time and change what I did, I would in a heartbeat. But I can't. What I said to you was cruel and I'm sorry, Shane. I know sorry isn't enough but please know that I am. And for the rest of my life, I'll never stop apologizing." Chris sighed. "I don't think you are worthless, Shane. Not even back then when I said it. I didn't mean what I said. I...I had really strong feelings for you and I knew you felt the same way about me. But I also thought that what we felt for each other wasn't appropriate and I knew my father would kill me if he got to know. I really tried to curb it but I wasn't strong enough to stop the way I felt about you. Shane I was terrified, but...I just couldn't stop how I felt. At a point I even thought the only way to get it to stop was to hurt you enough to get you to stop having any feelings towards me. I mean if you stopped being your usual sweet self, showing me so much affection, then maybe...all that I felt for you would cease...right?" Chris buried his face in his hands and gave an anguished groan. "But I couldn't bring myself to hurt you." Chris's hands fell back to his sides with his fists clenched. "Then that night, things escalated to another level. For me, it was so good there was no turning back. And it wasn't just the physical aspect. It was everything. The feeling inside...it was just too much. I just...snapped. You have no idea just how much I regret doing what I did to you. I'm so sorry. As for not deserving to live, if anyone doesn't deserve to live, it's me. I'm so sorry, Shane. I really am." Chris looked so miserable, his designer suit didn't even help conceal how defeated he looked. Shane nodded, his handsome face filled with so much understanding and hope. "She was my best friend." Shane said softly. "She is my best friend. Five years ago I made a big breakthrough in one of my businesses and she came over so we could celebrate. We got drunk. Then we fell asleep. I told you I never sleep around people. But I was drunk. Then...in the middle of the night..." Shane sighed. He didn't need to say what happened. Chris already knew. "Lizzie was too shocked to wake me up...she heard everything. When I woke up, as I always do immediately after an episode, she was crying quietly beside me. She asked me who Chris was and I told her everything. I guess I was still drunk." Shane gave a humourless laughter. "She cried some more, I comforted her, one thing led to another...it never happened again. But that one time was all it took. Lizzie got pregnant." Shane smiled then. "That's one mistake I've never regretted. She's happily married now. But we're still the best of friends. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my daughter." "She's beautiful." Chris said quietly. "And she has a lovely name." "Thanks. Lizzie's mother is French. She hasn't been too well of late. They've been there for the past month, visiting her." Shane said, explaining the absence of his daughter. "Chris, I'm sorry about what I said earlier." "Don't worry about it. You were right. I don't have any right..." "I'm sorry." Shane whispered, cutting Chris off. "Okay." Chris sighed. Somehow Shane being sorry for what he'd said didn't make it any easier. "I have to go." "Will you come back?" Shane asked in a voice barely above a whisper. "I told you I would. But I won't stay for long so you can go see Adele." Chris said. "Thanks." Shane said looking at Chris' nose. "You still have some blood on..." He gestured to his own nose. "I'll just use your washroom if you don't mind." Shane's smile was sad. "I don't. This way." Shane said and turned to lead the way to the washroom. "So is Lizzie a professional boxer by any chance?" Shane burst into laughter. "We became friends in a gym. She's very athletic. And yes, she boxes but she's not a professional boxer. She's in the army." "Oh crap." Chris groaned. "Just my luck. Now I know I'm gonna get shot." Shane's laughter was so contagious Chris joined in. And even as Chris tried to clean his bloody nose as best as he could so as not to raise eyebrows when he got to his office, both men couldn't stop laughing. *** When Chris got out of his sleek metallic silver Mercedes-Benz SL-Class in Shane's garage, Shane was already there waiting for him. Immediately Chris got out and closed his door, Shane attacked. He pushed Chris against his car and captured his mouth in a kiss so hot Chris' toes curled inside his shoes. Their first kiss...it was simply mind-blowing. Chris shuddered when he felt Shane's warm tongue tickle his lips tentatively, requesting admittance. With a moan his lips parted and all the emotions that had been swirling through the two men since they met again, exploded. Both men moaned into the kiss, getting hard within seconds. Everything they felt for each other was poured into that first kiss. Their tongues dueled, teeth clashed, they couldn't get enough of each other. The kiss was broken only by the need for air, and then their lips met again and again. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 05 "Oh fuck, what are you doing to me?" Chris breathed harshly when they eventually broke apart. Shane leaned against Chris, their foreheads bumping together as he tried to bring his breathing under control. "What was that for?" Chris whispered breathlessly. "I've wanted to do that since I saw you in that meeting this afternoon." Shane muttered. "You look so fucking hot in white." He breathed. Chris had taken off his dark blue jacket, leaving his white shirt and loosened red tie. This time around, he hadn't taken off his tie or rolled up his sleeves like he usually did when he came to Shane's from the office. His plan was to go back to the office from Shane's. "You've always liked white on me." Chris drawled. "No pun intended." Shane laughed softly. "You've always looked good in white." He whispered, drawing Chris' lower lip into his mouth to suck sensuously on it. "Damn, you're good with your lips." Chris breathed when his lip was released eventually, making Shane laugh. "I've been dying to taste these lips so bad it was beginning to drive me insane." Shane moaned before nipping gently at Chris' lower lip. He'd needed Chris' mouth so desperately when he saw him in the showroom that afternoon, he almost couldn't breathe. Chris gasped when he felt the tip of Shane's tongue flick against the corner of his mouth. It felt so good Chris thrust against Shane, succeeding in rubbing their covered erections against each other. "Fuck." Shane groaned as though he were in pain, his eyes fluttering shut. "Stop that." He whispered against Chris' lips. But even as he told Chris to stop, Shane leaned in to capture his lips again, kissing Chris senseless. "I'm sorry for what I said this afternoon." Shane muttered against Chris' moist and slightly parted lips. God, Chris looked so sensual and hot with his lust-glazed eyes, Shane thought as he looked into Chris' grey eyes. "Forget about it." Chris whispered, totally dazed. "'Cause I loved your stalking, I love it when you drink with me, I loved your hand-job and I loved the phone sex." Shane interspaced each pause with a kiss. "I was being a jerk and I'm sorry." "Apology accepted." Chris laughed softly. "You do have a lot of anger in here," Chris placed a palm against Shane's chest, "So you're bound to snap once in a while. I won't hold that against you. But damn, it hurt." Chris finished in a whisper. "Oh Chris." Shane moaned pitifully as he wrapped his arms around Chris' waist and leaned his forehead against Chris'. "I knew what I was doing was wrong. I wanted to stop. But I couldn't. I was so angry." "You sure were. Wonder why though. 'Cause I had a reason to be angry. Not you." Chris said quietly. "I saw the look on your face when you stood up to leave the showroom." Shane groaned. "You had condemned me in your mind already. I didn't like it." "Dude, put yourself in my shoes." Chris rasped. "I didn't like it." "You should have at least told me about Adele, Shane. I think I deserved that at least." "I know and I'm sorry but..." Shane shrugged, "I would have...eventually. Telling you I had a daughter...would that have made any difference?" "Of course if I'd know you had a daughter I wouldn't have been angry at you when I saw..." "That's not what I mean." Shane whispered. "Would it have...put you off?" "Do I look put off now?" Chris asked with a raised brow. "I don't know. You do want my forgiveness so..." "So I would pretend to want your kisses, still be crazy about you, leave the office in the middle of a meeting just to come and see you, stand in a..." "Rewind." Shane said huskily. "What?" Chris looked confused. "I didn't know you were crazy about me." Shane whispered, sure he was going to be the first man to die of excessive inner thrill. Chris studied Shane's face as if he had suddenly grown an extra nose. Then with a shake of his head, he cupped Shane's cheeks in his palms, and then looking intently into his eyes, whispered; "Every single time I'm around you, it's like I lose my shit." Chris growled and leaned in to take Shane's lips in a kiss so sweet Shane was left shaking. "You don't need to be a genius to know I'm crazy about you." Chris breathed. "Please take no notice of it when I...snap and say shit like I did today." Shane murmured. "I just..." Shane trailed off, not knowing exactly how to put what he was thinking into words. "You are an angry person." Chris murmured. "Your calm nature just overshadows and suppresses it. But it's there. Ever considered talking to..." "A shrink?" Shane finished with a humourless laugh. "Come on let's go inside. Abigail prepared something for us to..." "Shane..." "Please Chris." Shane said quietly, pressing a quick kiss against Chris' lips. "We'll talk about it later." Chris didn't want to push too much so he gave Shane a smile and accepted Shane's offered hand. "Okay. But before we eat, can you please take me round?" Chris asked. "This afternoon, it dawned on me that I've never had a tour of this magnificent house." Shane laughed. "Of course." He said and did exactly as Chris requested. He took Chris on a grand tour of his house. Chris finally got to see every part of Shane's home. He saw pictures of Adele and Sylvia Lewis all over the house. If he had gone round earlier, he would have known that Shane had a daughter. She looked so much like her father. She was so beautiful. Chris saw Adele's beautiful 'Disney Princess' bedroom and thought it was simply spectacular. "That's her room when she sleeps over. Always ends up in my room by dawn anyway." Shane laughed. When they eventually got to Shane's bedroom, Chris was amazed at how huge the room was. The deco in the room was classically elegant and masculine. Chris' eyes however widened when they landed on Shane's bed. Not only was it huge, it was strikingly unique. He went closer to the bed and stared at it in surprise. It was a clear example of opulence and extravagance, definitely a center piece of the whole house. It was made entirely of gold and Swarovski crystals. And it came with internet connection, playstation, DVD player and a surround sound system. "Dude!" Chris gasped as he turned to look at Shane's face with incredulity. Shane chuckled. "What?" He asked with a look of mock innocence. And when Chris pointed at the bed, Shane shrugged and said, "If you've noticed, I don't go out much. When I'm not at work or in the study, I'm here...relaxing and having the little fun that I can." Chris shook his head in amazement. "Well, with such an incredible bed, I know for sure this bedroom is the place where magic happens." Shane chuckled. "I don't know the kind of magic you're talking about buddy. This bed has only been slept in by myself and Adele and no one else." Shane said in a low voice. "Of course unless the housekeeper and Abigail takes naps in it when I'm not around." "You mean you've never..." Chris started but trailed off. Shane shook his head slowly. "Never had sex with anyone in here. Actually I've had sex just once in this house. And that was in the living room." "Lizzie." Chris whispered. "Uh-huh." Shane nodded. "But that doesn't really count if you should ask me as it wasn't planned." Shane gave a sad smile. "I beg to dif..." Chris trailed off when his eyes landed on the framed drawing of Shane on his bedside table. "Oh my God." Chris breathed as he bent to pick up the frame. He remembered drawing that as clearly as though it had been the day before. "You kept it." He whispered. Shane nodded and realized Chris couldn't see him. "Yes I did. It helped me actually." "You were so happy." Chris whispered around the knot in his throat. "How did it help you?" "By reminding me that you're not the monster my mind kept conjuring up every night." Shane said softly. Chris nodded slowly, staring at the face in the drawing. Thanks to him, Shane had missed out on so much, Chris thought regretfully. If only he could help Shane capture part of what he'd missed out on. Chris knew he would love to be the one to bring a spark into Shane's life, taking into consideration the fact that he'd been the one to take it out in the first place. There and then Chris vowed to bring some sort of happiness and brightness into Shane's life. Yes, he had his beautiful daughter, mother and friend but none of them could replace what Chris had taken from him. If it was the last thing he did, he would make sure Shane at least had a taste of what he'd been missing in life. Not only did he owe Shane that much, the mere thought of doing something for Shane thrilled Chris to no end. Chris put the framed drawing of Shane back down and turned around to follow Shane out of the room. "I need to make an important phone call." Chris said in a hoarse voice as he followed Shane to the dining hall. "I'll be with you shortly." "Use the study." Shane said gesturing towards an oak door at the end of the hallway. "Thanks." Chris went to the study which looked a lot like Shane's home office where he'd encountered the wrath of the scary Lizzie that afternoon. The study looked cozier though. It was obvious Shane spent a lot of time in there. Aaron picked up on the first ring. "What's up boss?" "I need your help." Chris said, looking at a sweet picture of Adele on the desk. She was smiling at something. It was so natural and beautiful. "Shoot." "I need you to come home with me after work." Chris said. "Can't. Have a dinner date with Kyle after work." Aaron quipped. "Break it." Chris growled. "Dude, get real." Aaron laughed. "You want me to break my date with my fiancé and go home with you. Now why would I wanna do that?" "Because you will be saving a friend's life, that's why." "Chris, are you okay?" Aaron asked with concern in his voice. "Are you sick..." "Chill. You're a banker not a doctor. If I were sick, I'd be calling Michael and not you. Get ready to leave with me at six p.m." "Care to tell me what it's about?" Aaron asked dryly. "If I'm standing my man up, I should have a good reason, don't you think? Besides I didn't even bring a car to work 'cause the plan was for him to come pick me up." "Look at it this way." Chris said sounding bored. "I'll owe you idiots one. Tell him to pick you up from my place around half past eight tonight." Aaron whistled. "He's not gonna like that." "Do I sound like I care? See you at six." "Whatever you say boss." Aaron purred, making Chris laugh. *** "Now what's so important I had to miss Villa Montecello for a lousy McDonalds?" Aaron asked, flopping into a couch in Chris' hall and throwing his jacket over the armrest. With his dark hair, flawless skin and dreamy grey eyes, Aaron was drop dead gorgeous. They'd made a quick stop at McDonalds on their way to Chris's home and Chris had insisted they eat in the car because according to him, they wouldn't get time for food when they got home. That had made Aaron even more curious to know exactly what was going on with Chris. What baffled Aaron even more was why Chris would ask for his help when Chris' wealthy and powerful friends would fall over themselves just to help Chris. The eight men were so close to each other they would pass for octuplets. Why him, and what was the problem, Aaron wondered for the umpteenth time. "Ready to hear what I have to ask?" Chris sat down beside Aaron and handed him the glass of cranberry juice he'd asked for. Aaron shrugged and took a sip of his juice. "It's not like I have a choice here. Come on, spill." Aaron kicked off his shoes and put his feet on the center table. Then he took another sip of his drink. "I want you to teach me how to give a man the highest form of pleasure in bed." Chris blurted out and watched as the apple juice spilled right out of Aaron's mouth and he started choking. "Oh for fuck's sake..." Chris muttered as he took the glass from Aaron and patted him on the back. "What the fuck, man!" Aaron gasped when he was finally able to draw in breath. "Are you trying to kill me? What do you mean give a man..." "You're an ex porn star. If you don't know what pleasuring a man is, then I don't know what Kyle is doing with you." Chris growled, leaning over to place the glass of juice on the center table. "I know wh...what pleasuring a man is." Aaron panted, his handsome face still flushed. "But you..." "Let's just say I want to give a very special person the ultimate pleasure." Chris rasped. "Do you think you can give me some pointers? Or do I have to beat it out of you." Aaron stared at Chris as though he'd suddenly sprouted horns. "Are you gay now? Who's the guy? Are you being blackmailed? Why would..." "Aaron!" Chris bellowed. "So help me God if you don't start talking..." "No." "What do you mean, no?" Chris looked frustrated. Aaron was his only hope. He wanted to blow Shane's mind with pleasure. Shane deserved it. But Chris had no idea what to do to give another man pleasure. Giving Shane a hand-job hadn't been difficult because every man had wanked off at a point in life. All he'd done was pretend he was doing it to his own dick and it had been very easy and beautiful to watch. Chris didn't know where to start looking on the internet to know exactly what to do if he wanted to go all the way...he didn't have the time to surf the net anyway. He just wanted a quick tutorial from the professional...Aaron. Chris thought since Aaron had been a professional gay porn actor before hooking up with Kyle, he could give him the pointers he would need to achieve his goal. What he hadn't envisaged was Aaron's refusal. "Why don't you want to help me?" "Oh who said I'm not going to?" Aaron grinned. "I just want to hear the whole story. If I'm going to do this, then I want to know exactly why I'm doing it. I want to know just how important it is. Dude, not only do I see you as a big brother, you are my boss. In fact not just any boss...you're the owner of the bank I work with. Do you really think it will be easy talking to you about sex? Hell no. So I have to know that I'm not going to blush my face off just to give you kicks. I want to know the whole story." Aaron looked at his expensive Patek Philippe Ref 5016P wrist watch. "You might as well start talking because if I'm to give you a crash course within hours on pleasuring a man, then time is not on our side." Aaron looked at Chris with all innocence. "Really?" "Uh-huh. Start talking." Taking a deep breath, Chris told Aaron everything. "So you see? I need to do this." "Fuck!" Aaron breathed. "I'm such a lucky bastard." "Why's that?" Chris asked, curious. "I came to the right person when I fucked up with Kyle. What better person to understand me than someone who needs to be castrated himself?" Aaron drawled, looking lost in thought. "Fuck you, Aaron." Chris couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face. At a tense point in Aaron and Kyle's relationship, Aaron had taken drugs for the first time and raped Kyle. Aaron had almost gone off the deep end but for Chris' intervention. "But yes, I did understand how you felt. And I didn't want the relationship to die based on that incident because it would have eaten at you for the rest of your life. I should know." "I love you, you know that?" Aaron gave Chris a brilliant smile. "I love you right back you little shit. Now start talking, prof." Chris laughed. "It's going to be real easy to bring him pleasure, Chris. Know why?" "Tell me." Chris couldn't mask the hope in his voice. "You love him." Aaron stated bluntly. "What?" Chris looked at Aaron as though he'd spoken another language instead of English. "Don't bother denying, boss. You're still in love with the guy. You see, that's one thing about first love...it never fades. The least thing, then boom, it ignites." Aaron stood up. "Okay, where's my backpack? Let's get to work." Then ignoring a totally confused and shaken Chris, Aaron went to his backpack and took out his iPad. Without wasting any more time, Aaron and Chris got to work. At a point, Aaron had to ask the question that had been running through his mind since he started his lecture on pleasure. "So...who's going to be the bottom?" Aaron asked, looking intently at Chris. "Have you thought about that? Do you know your man's preference? Are you willing to...do anything?" "I'll bottom." Chris said quietly. "Jesus, Chris." Aaron groaned. "Are you sure about that?" "What's the big deal?" Chris turned to look at Aaron's tense face. "You bottom don't you?" "Yes, but that's me." "Are you saying Kyle has never bottomed?" Chris raised an eyebrow in curiosity. Aaron groaned, regretting bringing up the issue of topping and bottoming. "He does." "And he doesn't like it?" Chris asked. "Oh he fucking loves it." Aaron chuckled. "Actually, getting your butt fucked is one of the great pleasures and privileges of being gay." He purred. "So why..." "You're not gay, Chris." Aaron stated. "Some weeks ago, I would have agreed with you emphatically." Chris gave a deep sigh. "Now, I'm not so sure. Besides, didn't you just say I was in love with the guy? Doesn't that make me gay?" "Not really. Let's just put it this way... You're gay for him. Just him. 'Cause dude, I've seen you with the babes and..." "Will you shut the fuck up before I..." "Alright, alright." Chris said with his palms up in a sign of surrender, trying to keep in his laughter. "I just... You don't..." Aaron tried to look for the right words. "Look like someone who can take it up the arse?" Chris asked dryly. "Wait till you see my man." Chris said without thinking. "I'm going to initiate this...make him feel good. So I have to be ready to bottom unless he wants to. I don't care, Aaron. I'm ready to do anything." And when he noticed the smile on Aaron's face, Chris asked, "What?" "You just called him your man." Aaron grinned and watched as Chris' eyes widened. "Okay. Just know that there's going to be pain. I don't know what your man is packing but even a finger can bring pain. So you have to get ready." Chris cleared his suddenly dry throat. "I don't care about pain." He rasped. "Even you were able to take Shlong." Kyle smirked. "It's a small price to pay for the ecstasy I want to give Shane." "Oooh Shane huh? Sexy name." Aaron purred making Chris groan for his slip. "Okay, let's talk cock." And with the help of video clips, Aaron showed Chris exactly what to do to blow Shane's mind. He encouraged Chris to practice with some toys if he could and offered to get him some stuff. Aaron was so thorough and detailed in his lecture that by the time Kyle entered Chris' hall to pick up his fiancé, Aaron himself was so horny he attacked Kyle before he could even say hello. "What the fuck did you do to him to get him in this state?" Kyle growled at Chris when he tore his mouth from Aaron's. Chris grinned and relaxed into the couch with a smirk on his face. "Nothing." "I want you." Aaron moaned as he licked at Kyle's neck. "Now." "Don't move." Kyle glared at his amused friend. "You have some answering to do." He said as he drew Aaron behind him towards Chris' guest room. And when Chris heard their cries of pleasure, he vowed to himself he was going to ensure he drew those erotic moans and even more from Shane very soon. Chris couldn't wait! *** "I'm spending Saturday with Adele." Shane said, running his fingers through Chris' hair. It was a Thursday and as usual, Chris was spending time with Shane. They were on the couch in the living room, with Chris' head in Shane's lap. They'd finished eating supper and were just relaxing, enjoying the feel of each other. "Sure. Let me know when you get back so I can come around." It had been two weeks since Chris had gotten to know about Shane's daughter. He made sure he gave father and daughter the needed privacy whenever the little girl had to come and spend time with Shane. Chris had never seen Adele after that first encounter at the meeting, two weeks earlier. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 05 "I want you to spend the day with us." Shane said quietly. "Shane, I don't think that's such a good idea. Lizzie won't be okay with that idea at all. She..." "Is very much okay with the idea." Shane finished Chris' statement. Chris tilted his head to look up at Shane. "You mean..." Shane nodded with a smile on his handsome face. He'd had a long talk with Lizzie, told her exactly how he felt about Chris. Lizzie had surprised him by saying she thought it would be better for Chris to know exactly what he was getting into so that he could decide whether he really wanted it. According to Lizzie, that would avoid springing any more surprises on Chris as from what had happened when they were kids, Chris didn't handle surprises well. Shane had thought her reason was warped but had been glad that she had made that suggestion in the first place. "I just want you to be happy Shane." Lizzie had said softly. "And he makes you happy. I'm not blind. Just...be careful." "She suggested we should all three spend the day together." Shane told Chris. "Oh." Chris said feeling a sense of joy within. Then his eyes widened in alarm. "But will Adele like me? I don't know how to behave around kids, Shane. What if I do or say the wrong thing? I don't even know..." Shane cut off Chris' tirade by leaning down to seal their lips together. "You will be fine." Shane murmured when he released Chris' lips. "Adele is only four, Chris. It doesn't take much to make a four year old happy. Besides, she's a sweet kid. You don't have anything to worry about." "Easy for you to say. You're her dad and she loves you no matter what." Chris murmured sitting up. "Hey?" Shane said softly. "Her dad will be there to guide you. It will be fun I promise." Shane said as he pushed Chris to lie on his back on the couch and then stretched out on top of him. "Cool?" Shane asked with an amused smile. He couldn't believe a confident hunk such as Chris was scared because of a little girl. "Convince me." Chris whispered with a naughty glint in his eyes, making Shane chuckle. They had been doing a lot of kissing and touching but nothing over the top. By some silent mutual consensus, both men had decided to take things slow, which had if anything, rather increased their hunger for each other. Shane leaned forward and started trailing kisses along Chris' neck. When he got to that sensitive spot behind Chris' ear, Shane licked it and was rewarded with a loud moan from Chris. In only a matter of seconds, Shane had Chris so horny he was insane with lust. "Shane." Chris breathed and turned his head to seek Shane's lips, consumed with the need for Shane's mouth on his. "Kiss me please." Shane didn't make Chris as twice. He took Chris' face between both hands and kissed him with everything in him. Shane's tongue slid between Chris' lips, hot and wet and aggressive. Chris moaned as Shane's tongue delved deeper, sending his senses reeling. With a deep growl, Chris flipped them over so that he was on top. Then he took over the kiss...and boy, did he kiss Shane! His mouth devoured Shane's mouth, kissing him passionately, his mouth seeking and ravenous, sucking on Shane's lips and tongue. "Fuck." Shane groaned deep in his throat, feeling the hold he had on his control melt away. He couldn't hide the effect Chris had on him. The couch was suddenly too small for him. Shane rolled them slowly off the couch and onto the plush rug in front of the couch, bringing him back on to. Before Shane knew what he was doing, his unsteady fingers had unbuttoned three of Chris' shirt buttons. Tearing his mouth from Chris', Shane groaned. "I'm sorry." His voice sounded shaky. "Go ahead." Chris breathed, thrusting up against Shane uncontrollably. He was already so close to coming it surprised him. "God, Chris." Shane gasped as Chris' movement caused their erections to rubbed against each other's, separated only by a rough patch of material. It felt good, exciting and...frustrating. His eyes fluttered shut as he just couldn't keep them opened. And even as they humped against each other, Shane unbuttoned the rest of Chris' shirt, revealing a white undershirt. "I'm sorry." Shane murmured. "For wha..." But even before he could complete his question, Chris heard the sound of tearing. Shane had ripped his undershirt down the middle and was latching onto his hardened nipple with his hot mouth. "Oh fuck." Chris moaned brokenly. Shane licked and sucked on that taut flesh, thrusting his erection against Chris' the whole time. Chris' moans turned into a gasp of pure ecstasy when he felt Shane bite down on his nipple. He didn't stand a chance. With a hoarse cry, Chris erupted inside his pants, his cock spasming rhythmically as he came so mind-numbingly hard, he saw black spots. That erotic cry from Chris was all it took for Shane to lose it too. With a helpless whimper he writhed against Chris as he flooded his pants. His orgasm was so intense his body shuddered with the power of it. With his eye shut in ecstasy, Shane sought Chris lips, inserting his tongue into Chris panting mouth and kissing him with so much passion, it blew Chris' mind. When they eventually broke off the kiss, Shane turned so that they lay side by side on the rug. He didn't want to crush Chris. They lay together, totally spent. It took quite some time for Shane to fully open his eyes, and when he did, it was to finds Chris smiling at him. His gaze was so compelling, so intense Shane felt it as a warm caress around his heart. Shit! And the look of absolute bliss on Chris' flushed face was totally captivating. Shane couldn't help but smile back at Chris, and then impulsively, he leaned in to give Chris a kiss so sweet Chris felt dizzy. By the time Shane released his lips, Chris looked dazed. God, the man could kiss, Chris thought with wonder. "Hey." Chris murmured, his eyes locked on Shane's mouth. "Hey." Shane grinned. "That was some convincing." Chris whispered. "Turned us into horny preteens." Shane chuckled. "For this, I'll be a preteen any day." Chris moaned. "That was so fucking good." "Wanna go upstairs and clean up?" Shane husked. "Sure. But before we go." Chris leaned on his elbow and looked down at Shane's happy face. "It's been a while since I've spent a Saturday with my boys. Will you go with me next week Saturday?" Shane's eyes widened. "Chris they might not like..." Chris leaned down and drew Shane's lower lip into his mouth, effectively stopping his words. Then he sucked erotically on it, loving the sound of Shane's moans. "What were you saying again?" Chris breathed when he released Shane's lip. "What?" Shane looked dazed. Chris laughed. "Whatever you thought they might not like." And at Shane's raised eyebrow, Chris laughed even harder. "Don't tell me you've forgotten what you were about to say." "You're an asshole, know that?" Shane chuckled. "I was going to say they might not like having a stranger in their midst." "They will. You will have fun, I know." Chris grinned. "And you're not going to be a complete stranger as it will be in Damon's house. You've never had fun till you've rolled with my boys, Shane. Trust me." "Alright, if it will make you happy." Shane laughed. "It will, thank you very much." Chris chuckled. "Now, shall we?" Chris said as he stood up. "Yep." Shane reached up to take the hand Chris offered. Chris pulled Shane up, his hand automatically going around his waist. Then with a naughty glint in his eyes, Chris started caressing that spot that drove Shane wild. "Oh shit." Shane breathed as he felt his spent cock jerk. "Stop that." He whispered to a softly laughing Chris. "I don't know why..." Shane trailed off as a gasp of pleasure tore out of his throat. "Please stop." He whimpered, his heavy eyelids fluttering down to cover the mortification in his eyes. Chris didn't miss it. "Don't you dare be ashamed of such a salaciously sexy thing." Chris admonished softly. "I'll have a blast driving you out of your mind whenever I want. That's what most people call your 'trigger point'." "You don't need my 'trigger point' to drive me out of my mind, you know." Shane murmured. "Glad to know. But you can control whatever I do, except this. Just don't ever mess with me in public. 'Cause I just may cause you to get arrested for indecent exposure or lewd act or whatever the legal people call it." "Fuck you." Shane laughed softly. "I'd love you to." Chris mumbled, shocking Shane. And even as Shane followed Chris up the stairs, Shane remained completely hard as he played back what Chris had said over and over in his mind. In Shane's huge bathroom, they both stripped, each man seeing the other completely naked for the very first time. And Chris couldn't help but be shocked all over again at the size of Shane's dick. Fuck! Chris knew his own cock was big. Hell, Tommy-fucking-Defendi had nothing on him. But that weapon on Shane took the fucking cake. Chris couldn't help but wonder whether he could really take Shane's cock. Shit! He tried not to think about it. Though in colour, both men were as different as day and night, their sheer masculinity and virility was at par with each other. They couldn't help but admire each other. "You're gorgeous." Shane murmured as he took in Chris' ripped body. "Thank you Sir. You're too kind." Chris said with a grin, making Shane laugh. Shane stepped into the walk in door-less shower and held his hand out to Chris. Chris took the offered hand and allowed himself to be pulled into the shower which had a rain shower panel and was big enough to hold eight people. Shane pressed a knob on the wall and instant low soothing classical music filled the bathroom. And when the water started pouring out, the LED lights automatically came on, bathing the shower area in an array of brilliant lights, adding to the ambiance of privacy and luxury. It was gorgeous. "Nice." Chris murmured, looking around the shower. It had large-scale glass mosaic tiled walls with a pebbled shower floor. Apart from its overhead rain head shower, there were multiple body jets on the sides of the wall that shot water across the shower area. They washed each other carefully, gliding over muscle and bone, memorizing each other's body. Shane washed Chris' hair soothingly, his strong fingers massaging Chris' scalp till he was so relaxed it was everything he could do not to lay his head back on Shane's shoulder. Chris then took over and washed Shane's close cropped hair, paying attention to the sensory packed points behind his ear. By the time he turned Shane around to face him again, the lust and need on Shane's face was raw and undeniable. Chris' fingers sensually followed the soap bubble down Shane's chest, glided teasingly over dark nipples and trailed down to his rippling six-pack, then down to close around his long, thick warm, throbbing cock. "Ahh Chris." Shane breathed, bucking into Chris' palm. Chris looked down at the beautiful cock in his palm, felt its power send a bolt of need through him, felt his own hard cock jerk in response, felt his mouth water in...anticipation? Chris licked his lips and swallowed hard and then looked up into Shane's lust-filled eyes. "I want to taste you so bad." Chris whispered. He couldn't remember ever wanting anything more. All he could think of was having that hard shaft in his mouth. And from the mad burst of precum from Shane's cock and his sudden increase in breathing, Chris knew that not only had his words affected Shane, but Shane wouldn't stop him if he decided to do just as he'd stated...taste him. Chris started dropping tiny kisses all over Shane's face. His eyes, nose, cheeks, mouth, and then his hot lips were on Shane's neck. "Oh fuck." Shane breathed. Chris bent down to lick, suck and bite at both of Shane's nipples. God, he loved the erotic sounds that were coming out of Shane's mouth. They spurred Chris on, filled him with so much lust and heat he groaned lustfully against Shane's taut flesh. Chris' heart pumped like a jackhammer as he slid down onto his knees in front of Shane as though he didn't have any control of himself. He felt the rain shower panel go off and looked up at Shane. Chris had seen lust and desire in Shane's eyes before but what he saw that moment was definitely more than what he'd seen at other times. Those eyes were filled with so much hunger, reverence and something else Chris couldn't pinpoint. He hoped and prayed he didn't disappoint Shane. He dropped kissed all over Shane's tummy, flicking his tongue in and out of his belly button as if he were actually fucking it. "Chris..." Shane whimpered. God, his name on Shane's lips sounded so damn sexy. He rubbed his cheek against the head of the throbbing cock, smiling when he heard the hitch in Shane's breathing. This is it, Chris thought as he drew his head back to look at the twitching erection in his hand. He smiled when the phrase, 'one eyed monster' came to mind. Time to tame the monster, Chris thought determinedly. And when his lips finally touched the bolus head of Shane's curved up cock, Chris could feel himself melt. "Oh fuck." Shane made a sound that was pretty close to a growl as his legs buckled. His hands quickly went to Chris's shoulder to study himself. When Shane felt he'd gained some control, his hands left Chris shoulders and moved up, one to hold the back of Chris' head and the other, to cup the back of his neck. Shane's intention was not to control Chris' movement or to direct him but rather to simply hold Chris to him. Chris' mouth on him felt so fucking good. When he felt Chris open wider and suck in the thick head, Shane threw his head back and cried out with pleasure. Then not wanting to miss the erotic scene even for a second, he looked back down at what Chris was doing. Watching his cock disappear into Chris hot mouth was so overwhelmingly erotic. Chris shivered with bliss at the sound of Shane's tormented cry as his tongue flicked over the sensitive hole at the tip, tasting soap and water. He loved the smoothness of the cock in his mouth. He danced his tongue over the tip of the head, playing with the slit and savouring the salty tang of the precum that leaked from it. Chris moaned, loving the taste of Shane's precum. He opened his mouth wider to take in more of Shane, to hear more of Shane's cries of pleasure and to taste more of his essence. And Chris didn't just suck that cock, he made love to it. Shane thought he would pass out from too much pleasure. His senses were heighted like it had never been before. The feel of Chris around him, the erotic sounds Chris was making, and the glorious sight of Chris on his knees before him was too much. He couldn't stop the ecstatic cries that fell out of his lips. He was pretty sure he was in heaven. Chris sucked gently at first, tongue flitting over the skin, swirling around the smooth mushroom head of Shane's cock, sliding up the underside...lingering over that sensitive spot just under the crown. Then when Shane started whimpering helplessly, Chris started to suck harder. He bathed the throbbing length with his tongue and lips, getting it very wet, and then took as much of Shane's length as he could into his mouth. As he sucked, his hand stroked the part that could not fit into his mouth. His lips stretched unbearably wide around Shane's thickness as he sucked in a slow, sensual back and forth motion as if he had all the time in the world. Chris knew he was blowing Shane's mind when he heard his man chanting his name deliriously. He looked up at Shane and saw passion-glazed eyes hot on him and moaned around Shane's cock. "So good, Chris." Shane breathed, his eyes locked with Chris', his face lost in pleasure. "You're so amazing, baby. So hot." Shane couldn't tear his eyes off the sight of his wet cock sliding in and out of Chris' mouth. He had never seen a sight more erotic and a man more gorgeous. Shane started pumping his hips, fucking Chris' mouth slowly. He had to fight the urge to buck his hips and shove his entire length into that wicked mouth. Shane knew he was big so he took it slow, not wanting to choke Chris. Taking a deep breath, Chris relaxed his throat muscles and took Shane even deeper into his mouth just as he'd practiced. Though the toy he'd practiced on had been rather small compared to Shane's dick, he'd learnt a thing or two. And from Shane's frenzied reaction, he was doing something good, Chris thought with satisfaction. As he sucked and jerked with one hand, his other hand moved lover to cup Shane's heavy balls and gently rolled them between his fingers. Chris couldn't help the moan that tore out of his throat when gushes of precum spilled onto his tongue. "Oh God, Chris..." Shane groaned as he threw his head back in ecstasy, his whole being consumed with exquisite pleasure. "It's too much. Your mouth...fuuuck..." Chris pulled off the cock in his mouth with a little popping sound and moved down to gently suck on Shane's balls, pumping Shane's cock the whole time. He caressed the balls with his tongue, gently playing with them. He would separate them and suck on each, then push them together and suck on both. He worshipped those balls. "Oh damn," Shane moaned, opening heavy-lidded eyes to watch Chris work on his balls like a pro. He had never felt anything so exquisite. It felt so good Shane would have bet his last cent Chris had done it lots of times. Shane body was totally under Chris' control and he knew it. Chris might be on his knees in front of him, his hands might be holding Chris' head, but there was no doubt about the one in control. Shane was almost reduced to sobs at the exquisite attention and pleasure Chris was giving him. He bucked against Chris, suddenly mindless with the need to come. When Chris moved back up and took Shane into his mouth again, Shane lost control. He thrust hard into Chris' warm mouth, hitting the back of Chris' throat. Chris gagged, his eyes watering. He was thankful when Shane released his hold on his head, enabling him to pull off his cock to take in some well-deserved breaths. "Oh God, baby I'm sorry." Shane moaned. "You're drivin...oh fuck..." Shane's words ended in a broken whimper when Chris sealed his lips just below the dark crown of his cock and flicked his tongue again and again over the thick vein just under the head. "Ohhh, fuuuucckk..." He gasped, his fingers grasping Chris' head almost painfully. But Chris didn't mind the pain. The last thing on his mind, at that particular moment, was pain. The pleasure he was deriving from driving Shane out of his mind surprised him. His own prick was so hard and throbbing, aching to be touched but for some reason, all Chris wanted was to see Shane achieve the ultimate satisfaction. He felt the tension in Shane's body, saw his balls draw up, the skin tightening and pulling close to his body, indicating his impending release. "Oh fuck I'm gonna come." Shane gasped as his entire body buzzed with sensation. He ached all over with the need to come. Spreading his legs wider, Shane shut his eyes, pulled his lower lip between his teeth and bit till he tasted blood, trying to stop the scream that was building up inside him. His entire body convulsed as he felt his cum race through him. Chris didn't falter even once. He licked, sucked, nibbled whilst below his mouth, his hand twisted and pumped until Shane thought he would explode with the intensity of feeling. Everything Chris did wound Shane tighter and tighter, drawing him towards an explosive release. Chris wanted Shane's cum in his mouth so bad. He always loved it when people swallowed his cum when they sucked him off so he knew Shane wouldn't mind. So when he felt Shane try to pull out of his mouth, Chris reacted instantly. He reached up with both hands to hold Shane firmly around the hips, and then started bobbing his head faster and faster with a rougher, suctioning pull. He tried to tell Shane at the same time not to pull out but all that came out was an insistent hum, which drove Shane even more out of his mind. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 05 Shane couldn't have stopped his ecstatic scream even if he had a gun to his head. He came totally undone. Chris' name tore out of his throat in a scream which echoed in the bathroom as he flooded Chris' mouth with his hot essence, spurting so much cum it was hard to believe he'd already come once that evening. And when one of Chris' hands, moved from its firm hold on Shane's hip to his balls to gently squeeze and milk them, Shane all but collapsed from too much pleasure. Chris swallowed quickly but some still spilled out of the corner of his mouth. Shane couldn't seem to stop coming. Chris took Shane out of his mouth and licked at the still spurting tip with the tip of his tongue, looking at Shane the whole time. And when Shane finally stopped spurting and looked down to meet Chris's gaze, he melted like butter under the hot sun when Chris gave him a slow wink. "Fuck, Donovan." Shane gasped, unconsciously calling Chris by his last name which he used whenever Chris did something awesome when they were kids. Shane felt his legs buckle and just knew nothing could hold him up. That sexy wink had been the last straw...he lost all strength in his legs. Shane sank down onto his knees in front of Chris, his arms coiling around Chris' neck. "Chris..." He moaned brokenly as his lips sought Chris'. And even as Shane devoured Chris' lips, Chris lowered a hand to his own aching cock and stroked it. He knew he wasn't going to last long because besides the fact that he was already on the very edge, Shane's exploring tongue was sending his senses reeling in the realms of ecstasy. On the third stroke, Chris bucked against Shane in ecstasy as he shot his load between them, screaming into their kiss as lights flickered behind his eyes. His other hand went up to grip the back of Shane's neck to keep his mouth against his as his world fell away. It was pure bliss. When the two men eventually came up for air, they simply stared at each other. "Fuck Chris." Shane gasped when he was coherent enough. "That was..." Shane couldn't find the words to describe what had happened between them and he said as much. "I...I can't find the words." He breathed, staring into Chris, intense grey eyes. Chris just stared back without uttering a word. He couldn't have said anything that very moment even if his life had depended on it. He felt too overwhelmed with emotion to say anything. At least Shane had obviously enjoyed his blowjob. Chris made a mental note to give Aaron a raise. It was his bank after all. He could do it and he was going to. 'Cause seeing that floored look in Shane eyes was worth all the raise in the world. When Shane leaned forward to capture Chris lips again, he simply melted against Shane and enjoyed that sweet kiss. They stood up and got back under the shower to rinse each other off amidst tiny languorous kisses, which continued even as they dried themselves. They couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. When they entered Shane's bedroom, Shane drew Chris into bed and pulled the covers to cover them. Chris had still not said a word. "Are you okay?" Shane finally asked quietly. Chris nodded and cleared his throat. "I'm fine." He said quietly. "Please sleep here tonight." Shane pleaded softly. "I have to go to work tomorrow. I have a meeting early in the morning." Chris murmured. "You're the owner, Chris. You can be late." Shane made a conscious effort to keep the whining out of his throat. Then he completely ruined his accomplishment by whining... "Please." Then without waiting for Chris' response, Shane moved to place his head on Chris broad hairy chest loving the feel of the soft hair beneath his cheek. He sighed in contentment when he felt Chris' arms wrap around him. When Chris heard Shane's soft even breathing, he pressed a kiss on his head and allowed himself to think of what had taken place. If someone had told him two months earlier that he would be on his knees in front of a man, sucking him off and actually loving it, he would have probably given that person a dirty slap. But it had happened. And it had been hands-down his most exhilarating experience. What shook Chris was how much he'd loved doing what he'd done to Shane. But beneath all the feeling of contentment and exhilaration was a feeling of uncertainty and restlessness. He'd been determined to give Shane pleasure and he'd achieved his goal if Shane's reaction was anything to go by. But he couldn't help but feel Shane might see him in a different light. Would he respect him in the morning? Did Shane attach any importance to what was going on between them? Chris couldn't help but remember what Shane had said about his hand-job and phone sex. Though he knew Shane had been angry and had even apologized and said he hadn't meant what he said, just thinking of it hurt like hell. Chris couldn't help but feel Shane was merely having fun and was probably not attaching much importance to it as Chris himself was. Was it possible that he was opening himself up to be hurt by Shane? Chris never thought he would admit it but he wanted Shane in a way he'd never wanted anyone. He wanted to be with him body and soul. His heart beat faster anytime thoughts of Shane intruded...it felt like his life revolved around Shane. Chris was powerless to stop how he felt. Suddenly Shane had become his world. He was the first thing Chris thought about when he woke up and the last thing he thought about before he slept. He wanted to be with Shane all the time, thought about him whenever he wasn't near, lusted after his hot body and literally didn't want to go a day without seeing the man. Chris didn't really know exactly when it happened but...Shane had become his life. The thought of being used therefore unsettled and shook him. Did the other man feel what he felt? Or was it just sex and fun for him? Chris couldn't sleep. He felt vulnerable, needed to be reassured that he wasn't being stupid, needed to know that he wasn't in this alone, needed to know that Shane felt the same way. The tension within Chris was intense and kept building up by the minute. He couldn't help but wonder whether that was how women felt when they let themselves go and don't receive any reassurance from their men. It was such a shitty feeling. Suddenly, Chris groaned, remembering... The way he felt must be nothing compared to how Shane must have felt when he received blows, after giving the boy he loved and thought loved him back, pleasure. How about the cruel words he'd flung at Shane all those years ago? Had Shane even believed him when he said he hadn't meant them? If he expected Shane to believe that he hadn't meant those hurtful words, then he might as well believe Shane when he said he hadn't meant what he'd said about their sexual encounters in his office...right?. "Fuck!" Chris swore. Was he ever going to get over what he'd done to Shane? Chris turned to look at the clock on his side of the bed. It said two, twenty-three a.m. Chris carefully disentangled himself from Shane's embrace and got out of bed. Then he started dressing up quietly. When he was done, he bent down to press a kiss to Shane's cheek and turned to leave. "Drive carefully." He heard Shane say quietly behind him. Chris turned and went back to the bed. Then he sat on the edge of the bed beside Shane and gathered Shane into his arms for a tight hug. Then without a word, he left. *** Chris woke up to the beeping of his phone, indicating that he had a message. Shane: Are u up? Chris: Just did. Sleep well? Shane: Couldn't. My bed still smells of u. Chris: Do I smell that bad? Shane: Lol! That's not what I meant and u know it. Chris: Do I? [straight faced simile] Shane: Yep. Your scent made me wish you were in bed with me. Did u sleep well when u got home? I noticed that u tossed and turned the whole night... Chris: I slept just fine. Shane: May I call u? Chris stared at his phone for a moment, and then dialed Shane's number. "Is everything alright?" Shane asked immediately he picked up. Somehow he couldn't help but notice a strain within Chris. "Yes." Chris said. "Why wouldn't it be?" "I don't know. I just..." "What?" Chris' voice was low. Shane sighed. "Never mind. Let me allow you to get ready. What time is your meeting?" "I'm going to be in meetings from eight a.m. to noon." Chris informed Shane. "How about you? Have a busy day ahead?" "Not really. I do have a meeting with Damon this morning. The rest are not so important." "Okay. Have a lovely day then." Chris said quietly. "You too." "Catch you later." Chris said and then hung up. Shane stared at his silent phone, wondering what was going on. Chris sounded distant...seemed to be withdrawing and Shane could feel it. Had he done something wrong, Shane wondered as his heart pounded. Was Chris regretting what had happened between them? Was he perhaps angry because he hadn't returned the favour? Shane didn't know what to think. But he knew one thing for sure... He couldn't stand the thought of Chris withdrawing from him. He wasn't going to let that happen. He needed to talk to Chris. *** Shane stared at the bowed head of Damon, wondering what was going through the man's head. They had just finished their meeting which had taken place in Shane's office. It had been between just the two of them and they'd covered everything on the agenda. But though the meeting had come to an end, it was obvious Damon still had something on his mind. It was also obvious that whatever he wanted to say, he was having difficult spitting it out. When Shane felt he couldn't take the silence any longer, he cleared his throat and spoke. "Err...Damon?" "Shane?" Came Damon's gruff tone. "What is it?" Damon raised his head and looked right at Shane with worried blue eyes. "Listen, I know this is none of my business but...could you please go easy on Chris?" "What?" Shane whispered, looking at Damon with confusion and incredulity in his beautiful eyes. "Did he say I did..." "He hasn't said anything, Shane." Damon said, cutting Shane off. "Actually, I've been waiting for him to say something but he hasn't. And he spends all his time with you now so I don't get to really talk to him as I would have wished." Damon raked his fingers through his hair, showing how frustrated he was. "So if he hasn't said anything, why would you..." "I know my friend, Shane." Damon started in a somewhat cold voice. "I know the two of you go way back but..." Damon shrugged, "with all apologies, you've been apart for a very long time so you don't know the kind of person he is now." "I'm sorry Damon but Chris and I understand each other." Shane's voice had gone equally cold. "We are both old enough to know what we want. I'll agree with your first words...what we do is none of your business." Shane stood up. "Now if you'll excuse me..." "Shut the fuck up and listen to me." Damon growled, shocking Shane so much, Shane's jaw dropped. "Chris is my friend and I care about him. You don't know the kind of man he is now. He's a very noble and decent person but he's also a very proud successful young man. Calling him out at that meeting as if you were talking to a small child was not a good thing. No one talks to Chris like that." Damon got to his feet then and stared Shane down. "I know he wronged you. I know what he did was terrible and totally awful. And you might feel he deserves to be punished or even mistreated as payback. I mean the guy probably feels too guilty to fight back, right? But trust me Shane, he's been punished enough. You were not the only person who had to live with what he did. It's affected his life too you know." Damon took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fuck! Do you know he actually tried to kill himself when he came back to his senses and realized what he'd done to you?" Damon rasped. "What?" Shane whispered, feeling his heart beat accelerate. "Uh-huh." Damon nodded his head. "When he left you in his room that night, he ran to his dad's study, grabbed his gun and run into the woods to shoot himself." "Oh my God!" Shane's voice shook. "Fortunately, the gun was empty. He only got to know it was actually empty when no bullet came out after he'd shot at his own head. Twice." "Oh fuck!" Shane lost all feeling in his leg and sat heavily in his chair. "I didn't know that." He whispered. "And I bet he hasn't told you how he looked for you when he was old enough to but you were nowhere to be found..." Damon looked down at Shane as the other man shook his head slowly, indicating that he didn't know Chris had looked for him. "Well, now you know." Damon gave a deep sigh. "He's had to live with that guilt for all these years. Have any idea what it feels like to live with that kind of guilt? It eats you up...destroys you. Cut him some slack, Shane. That's all I ask." With that Damon turned and left Shane's office. Shane stared after Damon till the door shut behind him. Then it really hit him just how close he'd come to really losing Chris. He remembered checking that gun out with Chris several times as his father had almost always been absent. That gun had always been loaded and Chris knew it. Chris had actually taught Shane how to load a gun in that study, just as his father had taught him. They would take out the bullets and reload...timing themselves the whole time to see who was faster. It was a miracle the gun had been empty that day of all days and Shane felt an intense wave of gratitude pass over him. Shane clearly remembered that a few days to that horrible day, Chris' dad had told Chris sternly not to play in his study. The old man must have noticed the two boys were spending time in his study, probably playing with his gun, and unloaded it. Christ! "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." Shane chanted as he stood up on his shaky legs and reached for his car keys. He suddenly needed to see Chris so bad. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 06 Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis Dedicated to All of you lovely fans. I adore you guys. Wishing all of you a Merry Christmas & a sex-filled 2015. Sizzling encounters! *** When Chris got to his office that morning, Kyle was already there, waiting for him. "Dude, what the fuck do you want here this early morning?" Chris asked with surprise. "We need to talk. Sit." Kyle's voice was clipped. Chris raised an eyebrow at his friend's tone but he dropped into the comfortable seat opposite the couch Kyle was sitting in. "Okay, what is it?" "Shane Lewis." Kyle said simply, making Chris groan. "You have to be careful, Chris." "What do you mean, be careful?" Chris asked with a frown. Kyle pushed forward to sit at the edge of his seat and stared intently at Chris. "I know you feel guilty because of what you did to the guy years ago but please, don't let the guilt blind you and make you do something that you're not ready for." "I'm not doing anything I'm not..." "Listen to me Chris." Kyle cut Chris off. "I will be the first person to agree that what you did was wicked and shitty but hey...big deal. You were a kid for fuck's sake. You can't punish yourself for the rest of your life. From where I stand, you're trying very hard to be what you're not just to please Shane because you feel you owe him something." Chris shook his head slowly. He'd actually been expecting this talk from Kyle since he asked Aaron for pointers on gay sex two weeks earlier. Chris wondered why it had taken Kyle so long. "That's where you're wrong, Kyle." He rasped. "I'm not trying at all. And that's what scares me." "What...?" Kyle looked confused. "Whatever I'm doing, I really want to do it." Chris said quietly. "I...I enjoy it." "Have you..." "None of your fucking business but, no. Not yet." Chris growled, knowing exactly what his friend had been about to ask. "Let's just say the little I've done felt so fucking good, I want to do it over and over again." The two friends stared at each other. Whilst Chris' grey eyes showed clearly how confused he was, Kyle's was full of worry and resignation. "How do you feel about him?" Kyle asked softly. "What are you? A shrink?" Chris growled. "Chris..." Chris gave a helpless shrug and covered his face with his hands. "I don't know, man." He groaned, and uncovered his face. "Yes, I feel a lot of guilt but there's also this feeling of...contentment, joy...and fulfillment whenever I think of him or I'm with him. Do you understand me, Kyle?" Chris asked but didn't wait for Kyle to respond. "I don't know how to describe the exact feeling but...the thought of not being with him, or never seeing him again hurts right here." Chris rubbed against his chest. "I just feel...incomplete without him...like there's something missing." Chris whispered. "Does that even make sense?" Kyle cleared his throat. "It makes perfect sense." He said, knowing exactly what his friend was experiencing. Aaron had been right after all. Chris was hopelessly in love with Shane. But he didn't want to spell it out to Chris. "Do you have any idea how he feels?" Chris shook his head slowly. "I mean it's obvious he likes me but I don't know he feels. It's very difficult to read him, Kyle. I don't...I don't know how serious he is about this. I don't know whether he's merely having fun. Hell, I don't know whether he's setting me up only to pay me back. I just don't know." Chris groaned. "But I don't care. I just want to be with him...want to make him happy." He added in a whisper. "Damnit Chris." Kyle growled. It was obvious Chris was hurting and Kyle was pissed at how helpless he felt. Chris gave a humourless laugh. "You see...I'm terrified he's going to crush my heart, but I don't want to slow down. I don't know how to stop the way I feel about him. Kyle..." "Talk to him, Chris. You have to know how he feels about you. I know you feel because of what you did, he has every right to use you or toy with your feelings but that shouldn't be the case. You can only know where he stands if you ask him, Chris. Talk to him. Okay?" Chris nodded. "Okay." "You're both adults. You shouldn't be scared to talk about how you feel. We're worried about you. Damon is not happy. I don't know exactly what he saw but...he kinda thinks you need rescuing." Kyle smiled for the first time since seeing Chris that morning. "Come on, I'm fine." Chris chuckled, knowing exactly why Damon thought that. He knew he had to talk to the guys. Let them know he was okay. They were his family. "Good." Kyle stood up and turned towards the door. "See you tomorrow..." It was a question. "Can't. But you'll see me next week. I promise." Chris said in a soft voice. He missed his boys. "Okay." Kyle nodded. "We miss you." "I know." "Talk to him, Chris." And with that, Kyle was gone. And even as Chris got ready for his meeting, Kyle's words kept ringing in his mind. *** "Sir, Mr. Shane Lewis is here to see you." Chris froze when he heard what his personal assistant had to say. He looked up at Amanda, his sexy PA, wondering why she had chosen to come into his office to give him that message instead of merely informing him on the intercom. "Did he just get here?" Chris asked, clicking 'send' on the mail he was sending. "He's been here for the past..." she paused to look at her wrist watch, "two and a half hours..." "What?" Chris' eyes widened in shock. Why was Shane looking for him in his office? Whatever it was must be very important if he actually waited all that while just to see him. "He came in whilst you were meeting the project team." Amanda said. "He said he knew you were busy and insisted I shouldn't interrupt your meeting." Chris stood up just as his phone started to ring. "Show him in." He said curtly, picking up the phone. "Oh hello Cyrus. Listen, I'll get back to you shortly please." He told the person on the line and hung up. Chris got to the door just as it opened and Shane stepped in. Before he could open his mouth to say a word to the gorgeous hunk standing in front of him, Chris felt himself being pulled into the tightest embrace ever. Shane's arms wrapped tightly around Chris' waist as he buried his face in the crock of Chris' neck and held on as if he was never going to let him go. Chris noticed two things at the same time... Shane was shaking like a leaf. And from his harsh breathing, the man was virtually on the edge of a breakdown. Confused and totally scared, Chris wound his arms around Shane's shoulders and hugged him right back. "What is it, baby?" He murmured softly, one hand cradling the back of Shane's head. "Talk to me." But Shane's trembling only intensified. Chris' heart pounded with worry. Damn Amanda for not telling him earlier when Shane showed up. To think Shane had actually been waiting for him in that state was disheartening, "Shhh... I've got you." Chris murmured soothingly, rubbing Shane's back with one hand. "Everything's going to be fine." He kept reassuring Shane though he didn't know what the problem was. Eventually Shane's trembling ceased, and his pants slowed down. His heartbeat was still all over the place though. When he spoke, his voice was so soft, Chris almost didn't hear him. "I forgive you, Chris." Shane said in a voice filled with so much emotion. "I forgive you from the very depth of my soul. I mean it, Chris." Chris went still. He'd been waiting to hear those words for so long but now that he had, all he felt within was dread. "What happened to not ever saying those words to ensure I keep coming to you?" The confused anguish in Chris' voice couldn't be masked. What was going on? "Don't you want me to..." Shane knew what Chris was about to ask. "If you stop coming to see me, I'll come to your house every day, Chris." Shane rasped. "I guess it's my turn to do the stalking." Chris had never heard anything more beautiful. "You don't know my house." Chris actually sounded dazed. "Wanna bet?" Shane chuckled. "Oh fuck!" Chris whispered. "What brought this on?" "Don't ask." Shane almost growled. "I don't wanna think about it." With that Shane turned them around and pushed Chris' back against the door. And right there in Chris' office, Shane hungrily devoured Chris' mouth with a deep, wildly aggressive kiss. By the time Shane released him, Chris was boneless and shaking. "God, I missed you." Shane murmured against Chris's parted lips. "Why did you have to leave?" Shane murmured against Chris' ear, his breath, just like Chris, coming out in pants. "Did I do something wrong? Tell me Chris. Last night did I..." "Oh God, no Shane." Chris groaned, cupping Shane's cheeks in his palms. "You did nothing wrong." "Do you regret what..." "I don't regret what happened. I've never been blown away with a more...gut-wrenchingly gripping encounter. It was beyond my expectation, Shane. It..." Chris trailed off, shaking his head slowly. "What?" Shane asked in a whisper. "It shook me to the very core." Chris whispered back. He couldn't believe he was actually telling Shane his very inner thoughts but he wanted to be as honest with Shane as possible. "I...I've never felt like how I felt. It was amazing." "So what was the problem?" Shane asked softly. Chris groaned and looked up at the white ceiling of his office. This was it. "I...I don't know how you feel about us and that is killing me, Shane." "Chris..." "Please." Chris whispered. "You asked." At Shane's nod, Chris took a deep breath. "This is not the place to have this talk." "You're right. Let's get out of here." Shane whispered but before he could move, Chris leaned in to capture his mouth in a toe-curling kiss. A kiss that expressed exactly how he felt. It screamed joy, gratefulness, relief and soul. "Thank you, Shane." Chris breathed against Shane's moist lips when he broke the kiss and came up for air. Then he went right back to kissing him. They only broke away from each other when Chris' intercom started going off. "You're such a bad influence." He murmured against Shane's lips and moved to his desk. It was Amanda. "Yes?" "Sir, you have a meeting with Ama Potello & Co. in the next forty-five minutes. "Please cancel all my meetings for the rest of the day, Amanda. Thanks." Then he turned to look at Shane. "Can we grab a quick lunch in town before we go home?" Chris asked, making Shane smile. He loved the fact that Chris called his place home. "Okay with me. Where do you want to go?" Shane asked. "Let's do Italian. Villa Montecello will do." Chris suggested. He'd been craving their food since Aaron mentioned them the other night. "Cool. Shall we?" "I'll be right behind you." *** The two men got a lot of stares in the restaurant, not because Shane was recognized, but rather because they were both undeniably striking. Both Chris and Shane ignored the stares as they enjoyed their lunch. But they weren't left alone as people who knew Chris kept stopping by their table to talk about one thing or the other. By the time they left the restaurant, it was already late. "What a waste of time." Chris murmured as they left the restaurant. "Thank God, it's Friday." Shane chuckled. "Well, somebody wanted Italian food." "Yeah, see where that got us." Chris laughed, opening the door to his car. "Catch you later." Chris got to Shane's home about five minutes before Shane did. He went directly to the den to pour himself a drink. He did pour one for Shane, which he handed over to him when Shane entered the den not too long after him. "Thanks." Shane said. "Come on, let's go change out of these clothes." Chris followed Shane up the stairs to Shane's bedroom. Shane had gotten him sweats, jeans, polo-shirts and t-shirts that he could change into whenever he came around. After getting into comfortable outfits, both men went down to the living room to relax on the couch and talk. Chris sat with his back against the armrest of the couch and one of his legs on the seat. Shane chose to sit in between Chris' thighs with his back against Chris' chest. He relaxed so that his head was on Chris' shoulder, sighing when Chris circled his waist with his arms. "Now where were we?" Shane turned his head to drop a quick kiss on Chris' neck, and then folded his arms over Chris'. "What was that about not knowing how I feel, killing you?" Shane asked softly. "Exactly what it means." Chris sighed. "Do you honestly don't know how I feel about you?" Shane's voice was quiet. "I don't know what to think, Shane." Chris groaned. "I know you apologized for what you... said in your office that day but..." Chris trailed off when he felt Shane stiffen against him. "Tell me what is on your mind, Chris. I think we're past keeping things bottled up. We should be able to say exactly what's on our mind." "At the risk of the other getting angry?" Chris asked softly. "No matter what, Chris. Not even anger must stop you from saying what's on your mind. We've gone past the worst don't you think?" "If you're sure. I know I don't have any right to expect anything from you but I need to know how you feel about...this...me. I have really strong feelings for you and I think whatever we do is beautiful and special but you...maybe you see it as a mere means of getting off. I know everyone has their own interpretation to things and I'm the last person who should have a right to talk about feelings but..." Chris trailed off. "You need to know whether I take what is happening between us as seriously as you do." Shane concluded for him quietly. "Yes." Chris responded. "So these were the thoughts that got you so restless last night." "Uh-huh." Shane nodded. "So what finally made you decide to leave at that ungodly hour?" Shane asked. Chris gave a deep sigh. "One moment I was worried about how you felt about me, then the next, I was wondering how terrible you must have felt when I gave you a lot of pain after you had given me so much pleasure. Shane, I'm so sorry." "It's all in the past now. Try not to think about it." Shane said quietly. "Well, I can't not think about it." Chris retorted, getting angry. "It's not been easy being around you all this time...being reminded every second of what I did. Yes, you were the victim but I've also had to live in my own hell and there's nothing as draining as guilt. So when I suddenly find myself having all these feelings and then you say something like that, I just don't know what to think. You probably said that in anger but a part of you must have believed that for it to have come out that way and that scares the shit out of me. I just need to know whether I should guard myself and just see this as fun or keep letting myself go as I'm doing. It could be that you're only setting me up as payback. You have every right to do that, Shane. Really. But Shane please. With the way I'm feeling already, I won't survive it if you lead me on only to squash everything. Thank you for forgiving me but...I need to know how you feel about all this." Chris finished in a whisper. He'd bared his very soul to Shane. Shane could choose to trample on it or put his mind to rest. Shane could feel Chris' heart pounding against him and almost groaned. He turned his head and pressed a kiss against Chris' lips. "Before I go into how I feel about us, there's something you need to understand, Chris. What happened all those years ago, shaped a great part of my life. Hell, it shaped my whole life because even your cruel words made me strive to make something of myself. Thanks for that. But the other part of my life...the greater part, was affected negatively by what happened. Though I know you were just a kid and didn't know any better, I'm only human. I'm bound to get bitter sometimes. Even though I've told you I've forgiven you, don't be surprised if I make references to it sometimes. I'll try not to. But like I said, I'm human...and I'm bound to do that sometime. Please don't let that make you feel like I haven't forgiven you or that I have a hidden agenda to pay you back. Because I don't. About the silly comment I passed. Yes, I was angry and upset but I shouldn't have said that because I've never experienced anything so agonizingly exquisite like that handjob. That phone sex, was totally off the fucking hook. And that blowjob...let's just not go there. Every experience with you has been beautiful and special for me too. What I said was wrong and I'm sorry. And I'm sorry for not being man enough to admit what is so obvious." Chris swallowed hard. "What's that?" He croaked. Shane smiled and Chris was suddenly a kid again...back to that point in his life when he realized that love didn't follow any rules, the point when he understood that no one, except Nick Lewis would ever have his heart. Shane turned around and straddled Chris, thighs, looking directly into Chris' eyes. "Wanna know how I feel about you?" Shane asked quietly. "You fucking own me, Chris. I don't know how you do it but without you, I'm lost. You stir my soul. I can't even conceive life without you. That's how strongly I feel about us." "Shane..." Chris uttered, his voice so guttural he didn't recognize it as his own. He was totally floored by Shane's heartfelt words. "I love you, Chris." The words tore out shakily from Shane as irrepressible vulnerability rocked through him, flashing across his gorgeous face. "I never stopped. I...I don't think I'll ever love any other person like that...ever." For once, Shane didn't try to mask how he felt. From the shocked look on Chris' face, he knew Chris could see into his very soul but he didn't care. "I don't think I can stop even if you tell me to." Shane's eyes were suspiciously bright, causing a tightening around Chris' heart. "I'm yours if you want me, Chris. But I'm not going to let you play games with my heart." He added in a fierce whisper. "Got that?" Chris swallowed past the huge lump in his throat. Then he nodded jerkily. "Loud and clear." He croaked. Shane nodded. "Good. Because for years, my heart has felt as though it no longer belonged to me. It felt as if it had been stolen, torn from my chest by someone who wanted no part of it. It's the shittiest feeling ever and I never want to feel like that again." Chris opened his mouth but nothing came out. He felt like he'd been physically struck. It was a good thing he was already lying on his back, or he'd have fallen down. In just a few words, Shane had succeeded in bringing an intense feeling of both joy and pain into Chris' heart. But Chris understood Shane perfectly. It was only a fool who would jump into a relationship without laying the cards on the table after getting so badly burnt. And Shane was no fool. "I would die before I ever hurt you again." Chris' voice was barely a scrape of sound. But Shane heard him perfectly. Shane's breath hitched in his throat at Chris' words because thanks to Damon, he knew just how seriously Chris meant that. He quickly leaned his forehead against Chris' with a groan. "If you ever do anything to yourself on my account, I'll find a way to bring you back, and then kill you myself. Slowly and painfully. I've never been more serious about anything, Chris. I would rather you hurt me all you want and live in this world with me, than make me happy and then check out. I can't take that, please." Shane was shaking as he spoke, scaring Chris. "Chris, promise me." Shane was almost on the verge of tears. "Promise you what?" Chris looked bewildered. "That you'll never do anything to hurt yourself." Shane rasped. "I..." Then it dawned on Chris. "Did you talk to Damon?" "Just promise me, Chris." Chris gave a deep sigh, finally understanding why Shane had been so out of it in the morning. "I won't do anything to myself." Chris drew Shane into his arms and hugged him tightly. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 06 "What the fuck were you thinking, you moron." Shane groaned into the crook of Chris' neck where his face was pressed. "I wasn't. I just wanted to end the pain I was feeling." He murmured. "And I'm going to kill Damon." Chris growled. Shane raised his head and looked at Chris with a slight frown on his handsome face. "He was only looking out for you." He said softly. "Listen, things happen when people are in a relationship, Chris. They may hurt each other unintentionally. It doesn't mean they don't love them. If we ever hurt each other, I would rather we talk about it and resolve issues okay?" Chris laughed softly. "Dude, I'm not suicidal." "I don't care. Just talk to me no matter how bad it is. Please." "I promise." "Thanks." Shane leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to Chris' lips. "Now, shall we hit the gym?" Shane said getting off Chris' thighs. It was not every day a person got to bare his soul. Shane needed a good workout. And from the way Chris looked, he needed it even more. *** After a thorough workout, both men went to the kitchen for some snacks. Chris had said very little since Shane's declaration of love. Much as he didn't know what to say, he couldn't stop looking at Shane. To say Shane's words had shocked him was an understatement. He was totally floored. The emotions swirling within Chris were so overwhelming he didn't know how to articulate it. So he kept quiet. "Okay, spill." Shane finally chuckled when he turned around from the fridge to find Chris' eyes on him. "What?" Chris whispered. "You keep..." But Shane trailed off when his phone started ringing. He looked at the caller id and groaned. "Never mind. I'll take this in the study. You can head on up for a shower." Shane stopped in front of Chris to drop a quick kiss on his mouth. "See you in a bit." With that he left the kitchen, leaving a still overwhelmed Chris staring after him. As the water poured over Chris, his mind kept repeating what Shane had said. He still couldn't believe Shane had told him he loved him. Fuck! Much as his heart was filled with joy, he couldn't help but feel he didn't deserve Shane's love. He felt shaken. After standing under the shower for a very long time, Chris got out and dried himself. He needed to talk to someone...anyone. His pals were out of the question because he wasn't ready to listen to their questions and complaints about him not showing up to their Saturday get-togethers. Well, he could talk to Tyron, Chris thought. Tyron was out of the country on a mission so he didn't know what was going on and would therefore not question him. Chris reached for his phone. "What's happening?" Tyron boomed immediately he picked up. Chris chuckled. "Fool. Does something have to happen for me to call you? What's up?" "Nothing much. We're almost done here. Shipping out next week. Will see you guys on Saturday. Hey you cool?" Tyron asked, his voice full of concern. "I'm good. Why do you ask?" Chris frowned. Was he that obvious? "Dude, I know you. Do you wanna talk about it?" Chris went quiet for a moment, and then gave a deep sigh. "No." "Get ready to spill when I get back. In the meantime, you're not going to believe this bitch who's giving me attitude here. The only thing stopping me from going ballistic on her is that fine arse. Damn!" Chris burst into laughter just as Shane entered the room and headed straight for the bathroom. "You're such an asshole." Chris said, feeling better already. The two friends talked till Shane came back into the room, wearing sexy grey boxer briefs. Shane noticed that Chris was in jeans and a t-shirt, showing clearing that he didn't have any intention of sleeping over. He was seated behind the writing table in the room, still talking on his cell phone. Shane went to stand behind Chris and started massaging his neck and shoulders, smiling when Chris moaned loudly. "Dude, what's going on?" Tyron chuckled. "Don't tell me you have your dick inside some chic right now when I'm not getting any out here. Jeez!" Chris laughed. "You idiot. You're supposed to be looking out for us not fucking your brains out. Listen Ty, I've got to go. See you next week, yeah?" "Definitely. And hey, hang in there. Okay?" "Okay. Thanks." Chris said softly and hung up. "That feels so fucking good." He groaned, making Shane laugh. "And you smell divine." Chris murmured. Shane leaned down and rested his head between Chris' neck and shoulder, his arms folded across Chris' chest. "Don't go." Shane said quietly. "Please." Chris turned his head, seeking Shane's mouth. They kissed till they were both breathless. Then Shane reached down and pulled off Shane's t-shirt and threw it over his shoulder. He stuck his forefingers and thumbs in his mouth to get them wet, and still standing behind a seated Chris, took Chris' already aroused nipples between his fingers to twist and tug on them, tormenting the sensitive flesh. "Jesus." Chris threw his head back as a cry of pleasure tore out of him. Every tug on his nipples caused his cock to jerk deliciously inside his jeans. Shane looked down at Chris' pleasure-filled face and couldn't resist kissing those parted lips. Chris returned his kiss with a heat of his own. When he released Chris' lips, he went around to stand in front of Chris, and then slowly dropped to his knees between Chris' legs. Then he leaned forward and latched onto one sensitized nipple with his hot mouth, whilst still pulling on the other. "Fuck, Shane." Chris' voice was rough as he watched Shane work his nipples. "You're making me so fucking hard." Shane move off Chris's nipple and started dropping kisses all over his sexy six-pack. By the time he sank his tongue into Chris' belly button, Chris was ready to scream with need. Chris' whimpers and hard breathing turned Shane on to no end. He dipped his tongue between Chris' waistband and skin, licking wetly, and smiled when he felt Chris' tummy ripple in obvious pleasure. "You like that?" Shane husked. "God, yes," Chris moaned shakily. "Good." Shane looked up and held Chris' passion-glazed eyes as he unfastened his jeans, the descent of the zip slightly hindered by the firmness of Chris' arousal. Shane unzipped Chris, revealing black boxer briefs and a tantalizing bulge. He pressed his lips to Chris' cock, kissing it through his underwear. He felt Chris' hardened cock twitch against his mouth, seeking more attention. Shane sucked on the head of Chris' cock through the boxers, getting the fabric wet. Chris's erection pulsed with blood, hot to feel a mouth on it. "Baby, please..." Chris moaned uncontrollably as his hands settled on Shane's head, fingers stroking his low-cropped hair. He thought he would go out of his mind if he didn't feel Shane's hot mouth directly on his cock. "I need your mouth on me." He whispered. "Thought you'd never ask." Shane murmured. He didn't let Chris ask twice. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Chris' boxer briefs and jeans, and pulled them down together, letting Chris' pulsing cock spring free. Shane's breath caught in his chest as his lust filled gaze swept hungrily over Chris' body. He was hard, muscled and lean. And when Shane looked at that big pulsing cock jutting out long and hard from Chris' body, and the huge balls swaying below, he thought Chris was the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. Licking his lips with excitement, Shane reached out to curl his hand around that arousal, his other hand moving lower to cup and hold Chris' balls. His face was so close to Chris' erection that the warmth of every breath he exhaled washed over the wet head, sending exquisite shivers through his Chris' body. Chris groaned hoarsely in pleasure as his heart pounded hard in anticipation. "Fuck, you're beautiful..." Shane breathed and leaned down to lick up the length of Chris' thigh from knee to just under his tight balls, then he traced each one with the tip of his tongue. A low whimper escaped Chris' throat and his body bucked as Shane's tongue slid up the underside of his cock, lingering over the sensitive spot just under the crown. Shane knew it would give Chris some exquisite moments of pleasure and from Chris' erotic cries, Shane knew Chris was having a ball. With a deep groan he took Chris into the moist heat of his mouth. "Christ!" Chris cried out, already feeling his orgasm flying up his spine. He couldn't let that happen. What was Shane going to think? Chris started taking deep breaths. Shane closed his eyes as he worked on Chris, savouring the salty tang of the precum that leaked from the slit. He was so aroused that his own hips flexed as he humped the air. His boxers suddenly felt very uncomfortable again his leaking erection. Shane reached down and pulled his boxers off his cock. His erection sprung heavy, drawing a sigh from him. Then he went to work on that cock inside his mouth. He'd planned on taking it slow but from the raging need of his own body, and the frustrated cries falling from Chris' lips, Shane decided to take a rain check on that. One moment, Chris felt he was taking control of his body, and the next, all ability to think simply fled. He felt Shane take him deep into his throat and start to swallow around him. There wasn't anything teasing about what Shane was doing, he was simply milking his cock. Chris cried out from the sweetest sensation, his hands clutching at Shane's head as his hips lifted and held and his head fell back in pure, unaltered ecstasy. At the back of his mind, he knew he should warn Shane so he could get off his cock before he flooded his mouth with his seed but Chris just couldn't bring himself to command his brain as he should. The sound of his own heartbeat thundered in his ears as he shot into Shane's mouth. Chris lost all his senses along with his essence. And even as he shot, Shane kept sucking long and hard at the pulsing flesh, his tongue swirling over the hot, spurting head. It was a damn good blow job and it blew Chris' mind right alongside. Shane looked up at Chris when he eventually pulled off his cock, hunger shinning in his beautiful eyes. Chris stared back at him, knowing for a fact that he'd never wanted to be another person's more than he did at that moment. Chris leaned down and took Shane's lips in the sweetest of kisses, tasting himself on Shane. "Fuck, I love your mouth on me." Chris growled against Shane's swollen lips when he broke off the kiss. Then he stood up and reached for Shane's hand to pull him up. What he asked Shane then, was the last thing Shane was expecting to be asked. "Do you have a condom?" Chris asked in a hoarse voice. Shane froze! Chris waited for Shane to answer his question. And when he simply kept staring at him, Chris leaned his forehead against Shane's and asked again...more softly this time. "Shane, do you have a condom?" "No." Shane whispered. "How about lube?" Chris asked. And at Shane's nod, Chris bent down to pick up his jeans and took out his wallet. Keeping an eye on Shane the whole time, Chris pulled out a condom. He really didn't care what Shane thought. He was always prepared...big deal. With his leg, he pushed Shane's boxer briefs which was still around his knees down. "Step out." He instructed softly and waited till Shane stepped out of them. "Come on." Chris said, as he drew Shane to the bed. For someone who had just blown his mind with the best blowjob ever, Chris thought Shane looked...unsure of what to do. He gently pushed Shane onto his back on the bed and crawled up to cover his body with his. Then to put Shane at ease, Chris proceeded to kiss him like he'd never been kissed before. By the time he tore his mouth away from Shane's, Shane was thrusting up uncontrollably against Chris, smearing so much precum between them. "Chris..." Shane whimpered. "I need to..." "Not yet, baby." Chris murmured. "Where's the lube?" Shane reached into his side drawer and took out a tube of lube and gave it to Chris. Without wasting much time, Chris tore the packet of condom and rolled it on Shane's length. He didn't want to think about the mammoth cock in his hand and the damage it could do to him. He couldn't think about that. He poured a generous amount of lube onto Shane's cock, and then reached back to quickly work some into his own hole. He'd tried a small toy on himself thanks to the urging of Aaron. But it was nothing like the weapon he was about to take. What was it the little shit had said? 'All that matters is the very first 'take'.' Well, this was it, Chris thought grimly. "Are you ready for this?" He asked Shane who had been silently watching him the whole time. "Are you?" Shane retorted softly. Chris stared at Shane. His heart was pounding but his dick was harder than it had ever been. Then he looked up at Shane and shrugged sexily. "What do you think?" Chris smirked, making Shane laugh softly. "You don't have to do this, Chris. I just want to..." "We are doing this so shut up, Shane." Chris almost growled, cutting Shane off. Then taking a deep breath, Chris moved to straddle Shane's hips. Shane could barely breathe from the sight of Chris above him. The way Chris' bare skin looked against his own dark one was so striking, dizzying and arousing all at once. Shane's hunger for Chris skyrocketed. Chris reached back, took Shane's cock in his hand and with rapt concentration, determination and focus, directed the curved head against his lubed up puckered hole and started to slowly sink down on it. "Fuck!" Chris gasped as sweat broke out on his forehead. He'd never felt so much pain. To stop himself from screaming in pain, he bit his lip so hard he could taste blood. Chris lost his erection. Shane moaned when he felt the tightest heat around his cock. "Sweet Lord. So tight." It was fucking unbelievable. But he couldn't ignore the pain on Chris face. "Chris, stop this." Shane growled, trying to push Chris off him but Chris wouldn't budge. Under any other circumstances, Shane would have unseated Chris in an instant but the pleasure he was deriving from Chris' tight heat, was so mind-blowing that Shane had lost some strength in his limbs. "Oh my God." A stuttering wail escaped Shane. He'd never felt anything so exquisite. By the time Chris stopped sliding down Shane's throbbing length, a tear or two had escaped his tightly shut eyes and he was panting as if he was in labour. "Dude, fuck!" Chris swore, making Shane actually laugh. "What are you? A fucking horse?" "Fuck you." Shane laughed harder, making Chris groan in pain. "You're just as big." "I'm not this long, you fucker." Chris retorted and promptly gasped as he felt Shane squirm beneath him. "And don't fucking move." He growled. "I'm sorry." Shane murmured, going still. He wanted to thrust into Chris' heat so bad. But he knew he could only do that if he got Chris' mind off the pain. Shane opened his arms. "Come here." He whispered and watched as Chris slowly leaned forward and rested his forehead against his. When Shane languidly licked at Chris' lips, Chris opened up to him, slowly getting lost in the sensual sensation of Shane's kiss and totally forgetting about the pain in his arse. Neither man could tell who started moving first. Shane was going out of his mind at the tight and divine heat of Chris' channel. And Chris could feel the sheer power of that thick pole as it stretched and pulsed within his channel. They took it slow but it was so intense neither man could look away from each other. Chris honestly couldn't tell when the pain and discomfort stopped. All he could feel was utter fullness and rather surprisingly, an elusive pleasure. Chris wanted more. He wanted that pleasure that was dancing just out of his reach. It was right there...pulsed urgently and insistently...he needed to grasp it. He buried his face in the crook of Shane's neck and begun to thrust harder against Shane, taking more of his cock inside. There was a slight pain but it also felt damn good. The feel of Shane inside him was totally incredible. Chris was as hard as rock. He decided to sit up and take more of that heavenly cock inside him so he pushed himself off Shane's chest and sat up, burying Shane even deeper inside him. And that was all it took to get that trapped mouth-wateringly fiery pleasure out. "Holy shit!" Chris breathed, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt an instant delicious burst of pleasure within. He could feel that bolus curved head of Shane's cock, press against something deep inside him immediately he sat up and took more of Shane in. Shane watched as Chris sat up and saw the pure ecstasy flash across his face. Chris' flushed skin, closed eyes, and the way he'd caught his lower lip between his teeth gave him a look so purely erotic Shane couldn't look away. He'd never seen a more sexy human being. "Ahh ... fuck ... fuck!" Chris bucked wildly as pleasure hummed in every cell of his body. The feeling of Shane's cock against his prostate felt absolutely amazing but before he could even savour the feeling, he'd felt himself losing it. His passion-glazed eyes flew open, showing Chris' obvious surprise as the unexpected orgasm tore through him. He didn't feel it building. No time to feel it in his belly or core, it was just upon him. "Fuck..." Shane breathed when Chris suddenly threw his head back with a hoarse shout and started shooting ropes of cum which landed on Shane's chest and face. Chris' eyes practically went crossed as he let loose and unloaded thick ropes of cum onto Shane, his body jerking and flailing as he came, and came and came. "God..." His moans turned into whimpers. Shane watched in wonder as Chris' cock pulsed and throbbed, shooting out so much cum when it hadn't even been touched, not to mention the fact that he'd come not too long ago. Shane didn't pause even once in his thrusts, riding out the contractions of Chris' muscles. The rhythmic tightening of Chris' tight channel around his cock was driving him insane. As shocked at Chris's orgasm as Chris himself, Shane couldn't keep still. He continued thrusting up relentlessly into Chris, hitting that pleasure spot on each thrust. His aim was to prolong Chris' orgasm. "Shane..." Chris' cry sounded almost panicked. He was being driven into a haze of such yearning and sensory overload, it was almost dreamlike. He wanted Shane to stop fucking into him as the pleasure was too much it was almost painful but at the same time, he wanted it to go on forever. "Oh God..." Shane suddenly turned them over so that Chris was flat on his back, spread beneath him for his taking. Then Shane pushed Chris' thighs further apart and started slowly fucking deep into him. He tried to keep his rhythm slow as he'd been so long without the feel of that kind of heat and pressure on his cock, Shane knew he wouldn't last long. "Fuck, you feel incredible." Shane gasped and looking down between them, watching his cock slide in and out of that beautiful tight arse. He'd never seen a more beautiful sight. But what surprised Shane was how Chris' cock looked so hard again already. For someone who had already come twice, that was totally astounding. Shane loved being inside Chris so much that he didn't want it to end. He maintained his slow thrusts. But Chris didn't want slow. He'd tasted the spectacular, mind-blowing rush of sensation and ecstasy, and wanted it again. He wanted it fast and hard and wondered why Shane was holding back. It was pure torture. Chris was ready to beg if that was what it would take. "Shane...faster...come on..." Chris almost sobbed as his hips move restlessly beneath Shane with a greater, wilder need. He heard the plea in his own voice, and hated it. "Fuck me faster and harder, damnit." Chris commanded in a growling scratchy voice. "No Chris. I don't want to hurt you." Shane growled right back, his gaze hot and hungry as he looked down into Chris' passion-filled eyes. Then he leaned down to take Chris' mouth in a hot but soft kiss. A kiss meant to calm Chris. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 06 Shane's muscles burned from the strain of holding back but he was determined to go slow and not hurt Chris with his mammoth dick. So far he had been careful not to feed all his cock into Chris. Even when Chris was on top, Shane had made sure that he wasn't fully inside Chris. He also didn't plan on making any vigorous moves as he knew for sure, that with his kind of dick, such movement would be damaging for the one on the receiving end. He was not going to hurt Chris...not if he could help it. "I want to hold you." Chris whispered shakily, as his arms moved up to lock themselves around Shane's neck. Then his heels slid around Shane's hips, over his arse, his ankles twining together on Shane's lower back. Then Shane felt it... Chris' heels rubbing sensually against that sensitive spot at the base of his spine. Fuck! He should have known that stubborn as he was, Chris would take matters into his own hands. There was no escape. Shane knew he was fucked. "Chris, no..." Shane cried out even as his eyes rolled into his head. Chris was definitely trying to get him to lose control and that was exactly what happened. Shane completely lost it. He started slamming into Chris, pumping his hips at an almost obscene pace. Chris let out a lust-drunk scream as that huge cock plunged very deep into him, over and over again. It was so intense, Chris trembled. The incredible stretch, pressure and agonizing pleasure simply blew Chris' mind. He heard his own cries but didn't even know they were coming from him. Chris had never felt as possessed by another human being as he did at that very moment as he relinquished complete control to Shane. And even as Shane started coming with a loud ecstatic cry, he kept pumping, deep-dicking Chris, slamming into that pleasure button. It was fast, it was hot, it was deep, it was pure bliss. Chris never stopped rubbing that spot even once. And Shane never lost his erection even after his orgasm. All Chris did was to simply stop thrusting back against Shane and enjoy the pleasurable destruction of his virgin arse. It was the best destruction ever. Sweat poured down Shane's body as he nailed that prostate, his heavy balls slapping against Chris' arse. Chris gasped Shane's name and reflexively clenched around him when he felt blissful rippling tingles spread throughout his body. That clenching sent Shane into orbit. "Oh, fuck!" Shane gasped when he felt his balls tighten up, signaling another impending orgasm. "I'm gonna come again." Shane threw his head back and shouted hoarsely, his face contorted with unadulterated pleasure. With a shaky moan he slipped his hand between them, grabbed Chris' throbbing cock and started stroking firmly. "I want you to come with me." He breathed harshly as he continued to fuck into Chris, hard and fast. Chris' head thrashed from side to side on the pillow. Surely he couldn't come again, could he? "I don't think I can." Chris whimpered brokenly. "Yes you can." Shane whispered as his free hand moved to cup the back of Chris' head. Then he stared into Chris' eyes with so much love and tenderness, Chris gasped. There were little things a guy could do to make sex go from fucking to something more passionate and erotic. A guy cupping another guy's head and staring into his eyes like that was definitely one of them and Chris knew it. "Shane..." He whispered just as he felt another orgasm slithering along his spine. He couldn't believe he was about to have another orgasm so soon after the first two. "I'm...." Chris tensed up as he felt his cock begin to jerk within Shane's hand. "Oh God...Shane, I'm go..." Chris eyes rolled back... "Oh fuck..." "Come with me baby." Shane moaned as he thrust deep into Chris and held there, crushing his mouth onto Chris' in a raw, possessive fiery kiss. And even as Shane succumbed to another intense orgasm and screamed with ecstasy into their kiss, Chris shot for the third time that evening. The intensity of that third orgasm totally undid Chris. He could barely move his limbs. He couldn't open his eyes. His felt spectacularly wonderful. Sated and happy. "Shit. That was..." Chris started to say but trailed off as words seemed impossible to formulate into a coherent sentence. Shane leaned in to make slow, sensual love to his mouth. "I love you." Shane whispered against Chris' lips. Chris heard Shane's whispered words and didn't doubt it for a second. He drifted off to sleep with a contented smile on his face. Still basking in the afterglow, Shane looked down at the man who held his heart and leaned down to press another kiss against his lips. He gently pulled out of Chris' stretched hole and pulled off the condom. Shane's eyes widened when realized the condom was so full his spunk was actually spilling out. Fuck! He'd never come so much, he thought in amused wonder. Damn! He got out of bed and headed for the bathroom to clean himself. Then wetting a wash cloth, Shane went back to bed and cleaned Chris up. Shane groaned when he saw Chris' hole. "Fuck, you're going to kill me tomorrow, you stubborn fool." Shane muttered as he wiped Chris clean. He returned the washcloth to the bathroom, pulled on his boxers and got into bed beside Chris, wiggling until he was stretched out along Chris' lean body with his head resting on Chris chest. That was beginning to become Shane's favourite position whenever they were lying together. Shane felt calm, relaxed, sated and extremely content. He pulled the covers over them and kissed Shane softly on the chest. Then with a sweet smile on his face, he fell asleep too. *** "What are you doing?" Shane mumbled when he opened his eyes the next morning to fine Chris' eyes on him. "Watching you drool." Chris deadpanned. "Fuck you. I don't drool." Shane laughed softly, turning on his side to face Chris who looked like he'd already taken a shower. "How long have you been awake?" Shane groaned, taking in Chris' wet hair. "About two hours." Chris didn't add that he'd wanted to soak in the tub like Aaron had advised. He'd woken up at dawn with his arse throbbing relentlessly. The ache had already dulled after that long soak. For the kind of mind-blowing pleasure that he'd been subjected to the night before, the ache was totally worth it, Chris couldn't help but think. "Why didn't you wake me up?" Shane groaned turning to lie on his back. Then he saw a mug of coffee on his bedside table and promptly reached for it. "Sit up first before it pours on you." Chris cautioned with a smile in his voice. Shane sat up and blew the steam off the mug. Then he took a long sip. "Oh damn, this is good." He moaned with his eyes closed, totally missing the lust that flashed across Chris's face. By the time Shane placed the mug back on the table, it was empty. "Thanks." He moaned and turned to look at Chris. Shane didn't need to be told what was happening. The look on Chris' face said it all. He moved swiftly to straddle Chris, then bent down to nuzzle his neck. "God, you smell absolutely heavenly." Shane moaned. "Shane..." Chris breathed, his eyes shutting in bliss. Shane's mouth on his neck was driving him nuts. But when he felt Shane's hand slip into the waistband of his sweats to close around his erection, he swore. "Fuck." "What do we have here?" Shane purred as he slowly rubbed his thumb on the leaking slit. "How are you feeling?" He murmured with concern in his voice. "Shit." Chris breathed, looking at Shane in surprise, wondering how the guy could manage to look concerned whilst at the same time, driving him out of his mind. But it didn't really matter, Chris thought. All that mattered at that moment was that he didn't ever want Shane to stop. He wanted... ached for the pleasure to go on and on. "I'm okay." Chris moaned as he threw his head back in bliss. "But I...I can't take..." "Who said I was going to fuck you?" Shane chuckled as he slid down under the covers, between Chris' legs. Chris' breath came out in gasps. He looked down and saw a completely covered Shane. All Chris could see was Shane's form moving around his groin. Then he felt his sweats being pulled down and raised his butt to make it easier for Shane. The next thing Chris felt was the most exquisite heat engulfing almost the whole length of his throbbing cock. "Fuuuuck!" Chris cried out, bucking up into Shane's hot mouth as his entire being went up in flames. Shane sucked hard and fast, setting a nice, easy pace, which was about all Chris could handle at that point. Shane was ruthless. He bobbed his head up and down, rolling Chris' balls between his fingers. Sensations slammed into Chris with every lick and every pull. He could feel Shane's tongue and lips, and every moan Shane made. It was simply mind-blowing. Chris' hands fisted the sheets as sounds tore out of his throat. And when Shane hummed around his cock, he shuddered and cried out as he felt his orgasm begin to build like white heat. Chris writhed and begged with his body, rocking his hips like there was no tomorrow. When he felt his cock swell, he knew he was going to shoot his load and also knew that, that was going to be hands-down the fastest blowjob on record. Chris' eyes widened as he felt the intensity of his pleasure increase to unbearable heights. Fuck, he was going to...Chris groaned low in his throat as pleasure consumed him...filled him. He cried out, as his climax roared through him, his hips bucking uncontrollably, his cock pulsing on Shane's tongue. Shane sucked him, wringing everything out of him, every cum, shudder, moan and gasp before backing off. Then he flopped onto his back beside Chris, moaning with pleasure and throwing the covers off. Chris looked down at Shane, his eyes going to the rapidly spreading wetness in front of Shane's boxer briefs. Shane had actually come from just sucking him off, Chris thought amazed. The guy was too damn sexy for his own good. "Fuck." Chris whispered, feeling all floaty and sated, his mind buzzing from the most amazing high. But he still couldn't help but wonder how Shane got to be so skilled at giving head. "Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?" Chris growled. Shane laughed shakily, still trying to bring his breathing under control. "I did blow you yesterday, asshole." "No shit. Where the fuck did you learn how to?" Chris didn't know why but he was actually pissed that Shane had probably blown someone or was probably still blowing whoever it was. "Are you kidding me?" Shane tilted his head to look up at Chris. "Come here." Chris growled. With an amused shake of his head, Shane moved up till he was beside Chris. Then he braced himself on his arm, leering down at Chris. "What?" "Tell me." Chris growled. "Who have you been blowing?" "I could ask you the same thing." Chris shot back. "Fair enough. But first..." Chris reached up and pulled Shane's head down for a hot passionate kiss. "Now, where was I?" He breathed when he released Shane. "Damn, you can kiss." Shane whispered shakily. "I really need to hit the showers, Chris. I feel...sticky." Shane said, pointing to the large darkened wet patch on his grey boxer briefs. "You know, you could do with a warm soak." He said, rolling off the bed. "Done that already." Chris murmured. "You can never have enough, dude. The more, the better." "You just want me in the tub with you." Chris laughed. Shane gave a wide grin. "That too. Why don't I take a quick showing and join you in the Jacuzzi?" "Sold." Chris said, getting out of bed and following Shane into his large bathroom. When Shane eventually joined Chris in the steaming Jacuzzi, he chose to sit between Chris' legs, relaxing with his back against Chris' chest. Chris didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around Shane's middle, scattering kisses along his neck and shoulders. "I've never given any guy a blow job besides you." Shane murmured quietly. Chris tightened his hold on him. "Thank God." He whispered against Shane's temple. "'Cause I was contemplating finding the idiot and shooting him in the groin." Shane laughed. "You're nuts. So how about you? Dude, that b.j. you slammed on me the other day..." Shane gave a lustful moan. "It was the bomb. You can't tell me that was beginners luck." Chris chuckled. "But it was." He countered. "Well, in a way." "What do you mean by in a way?" Shane's head fell back on Chris' shoulder. "I got help. I...I asked Aaron to teach me what to do." Chris mumbled. "Kyle's fiancé, Aaron?" "One and only." Chris chuckled. Though Shane hadn't met any of his friends besides Damon, he knew about the squad and their partners. "Well why didn't you ask Kyle or better still, search the net like everyone does?" Shane really wanted to understand. "Well, let's just say there's nothing like talking to an expert." Chris drawled. "I thought Aaron was a banker." "He was a porn star first." Chris said. "Are you shitting me?" Shane turned his head to look at Chris. "I shit you not, baby." Chris laughed. "Kid was going through a hard time. College, mum was very sick, needed cash... is gorgeous... need I go on?" "No, I get it. How did he teach you? Did you two..." "Hell, no." Chris looked incredulous. "I'd never do something like that. He's like my kid brother. I only went to him to teach me how to...please you." "Aww Chris." Shane grinned. "You're so fucking romantic." "Fuck you." Chris laughed. "I need to do something for Aaron to thank him for..." "Dude, I went out of my way to learn how to blow your mind. Why the fuck does he get anything?" Chris growled, making Shane burst into laughter. "For teaching you how to blow my mind, you moron. He must be a damn good teacher because, dude, everything you do is off the fucking hook." Shane said and turned to give Chris a kiss so sweet, Chris melted. "I'm glad you approve." Chris whispered against Shane's mouth when they came up for air. "But I did give him a raise." Chris laughed. "Well, that's your gift. I have to give him mine." Shane insisted. "Yeah whatever. Come on, you don't want to be late to pick up Adele. And I don't want Lizzie on my case." Chris grumbled, making Shane burst into laughter. "Who do you fear more? Adele or Lizzie?" Shane chuckled, standing up. "Adele didn't punch me. Adele doesn't own a gun, Adele must like sweets like every other kid and so can be bought with sweets, Adele..." "Alright, alright, you made your point. Jeez." Shane couldn't stop laughing. And even as they got ready to go and pick up Adele, Chris kept bringing up more hilarious points to support why he feared Lizzie more. As they packed in front of Lizzie's home, they were still laughing their heads off. *** Lizzie Carlton looked out her window and watched Shane and Chris laughing in the car as Shane packed his Cadillac Escalade SUV in front of the house. The windows were not rolled up so she could clearly see them. And the sight of Shane's carefree laughter was a pleasure to see. Shane didn't laugh much. He did smile a lot though. The few times Lizzie had heard him laugh so heartily in their friendship of twelve years, it had either been because of something Adele had said or done. The guy never laughed otherwise. So seeing him obviously happy with Chris was fun to watch and Lizzie realized she was actually laughing too though she didn't know the reason for their laughter. It was good to know Shane was happy. She just hoped Chris wouldn't hurt him that was all. With a sigh, Lizzie turned away from the window and went into the hall, calling Adele's name. "Adele, Honey, Daddy is here." "Yayyy!" Adele came running down the stairs, shouting with joy. "No running honey." Lizzie said, opening the door for Shane. "Wow, isn't someone looking hot?" She smirked, taking in Shane's casual yet elegant look. Of course she knew Shane looked good in anything but she just couldn't pass up on the teasing. "I wonder for whose benefit this..." "Shut up, will you?" Shane laughed, pulling Lizzie into his arms. "Where's Sam?" "You really expect to see him here on a Saturday morning?" She asked dryly, making Shane laugh. "Hey there Princess." Shane called out when Adele came running towards him with her cute Minnie Mouse bag hanging on her little arm. Shane caught her in his arms and twirled her around, making her squeal. "How's my little princess this morning?" "She's fine." Adele giggled. "Let's go, let's go, Daddy." "Your wish is my command, Madam." Shane said as he took Adele's hand into his. When they went outside, Chris was leaning against the car with his arms folded across his broad chest. "Are you Uncle Chris?" Adele shouted and bolted towards Chris, surprising Shane. "Mummy says the three of us are going to have fun." She informed Chris, not even waiting for him to answer her question. Chris went down to Adele's level and grinned at the little girl. "That's the plan. Ready?" "Yes, yes." Adele responded enthusiastically, jumping up and down. Laughing, Chris straightened up and opened the car for Adele. Then he helped her in and strapped her in. When he turned around, Shane and Lizzie were standing close to him. "Hello Lizzie." Chris said softly. "Hello Chris. How are you doing?" Lizzie asked, rubbing her hand on her slightly bulging tummy. Chris wasn't surprised he hadn't notice that Lizzie was pregnant the day they'd met. He'd obviously been too confused to. "Can't complain. Haven't been punched of late so..." Chris shrugged. Shane's eyes widened. Lizzie burst into laughter. "Oh my God." Lizzie gasped, trying to stop her laughter. She hadn't been expecting that. "I deserved that." She said, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. "I won't apologize for hitting you." "And I don't expect you to." Chris responded with his hands raised in a sign of surrender. "You can hit me again any day if it will make you feel better." Chris murmured, his eyes going to Lizzie's stomach. "Just don't bring out the guns." This time Shane laughed too. "Oh, God Shane, he's crazy." Lizzie laughed. "Okay get out of here, you two. Don't want the little lady to get impatient. And do try and keep your eyes on my baby instead of each other." She called out as the car started to move. "To think she actually punched me in that state." Chris muttered making Shane erupt into more laughter. "She should probably have shot you instead." Shane laughed. "Fuck y..." "Chris!" Shane bellowed just as they heard Adele's voice. "Uncle Chris said a bad word." Adele shouted from the back. "Oh fuck...shit..." Chris groaned as he exasperatedly kept muttering the wrong word. Finally he gave up with a deep sigh. "I'm so sorry Adele. I won't say that again." "Mummy says if you say a bad word, your mouth will be washed out with degertent like dirty clothes." Adele conspiratorially informed them. "Deger..." Chris started with a frown. "Detergent." Shane said loudly and slowly to Chris as though he were deaf and dumb. "Oh right." Chris said, flipping Shane off. "Detergent. I will be careful then. Because I wouldn't want detergent in my mouth as it doesn't taste nice." "Mummy says it's bitter and can make you sick." Adele supplied. "Ooh, then we can't have that." Chris gave a mock groan. "Noooo." Adele answered, dragging out the word. "Thank you for telling me, Adele. I'll try to remember all the time." Chris said sweetly. "My pleasure." She answered, looking pleased with herself. "You're a natural." Shane muttered with amusement. "Aw come on. I can't believe I actually used the f-word in her presence." Chris muttered, praying he wouldn't slip again till Adele was back with her mother. Shane reached out to entwine his fingers with Chris'. "Hey, don't beat yourself up." Chris unconsciously raised their entwined hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of Shane's. They both quickly looked back at Adele who smiled at them but said nothing. Shane didn't let go of Chris' hand till they got to their first stop for the day... Aquairium of the Pacific, where they saw numerous ocean animals and Adele got to hand-feed brilliantly coloured lorikeet birds as the three of them strolled through the Lorikeet Forest. Then because Adele said she wanted to see more animals, it was off to the zoo. She laughed excitedly when she saw a meerkat, calling it Timon, after the Lion King character. Shane and Chris couldn't help but laugh at how excited she looked. And since she expressed an interest in sitting on the zebra, Shane suggested they go to Griffith Park where Adele got to ride on a pony. She enjoyed the miniature train ride and the merry-go-round as well. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 06 "Time to eat little lady." Shane announced. Their next stop was Clifton's Cafeteria where the two-story restaurant was actually a majestic wonderland of artificial trees and streams. Their home-style menu was a classic delight. When Adele's 'Treasure Tray' request...picked by Chris came, they all oohed and aahed. The tray had spaghetti, meatballs, chicken and corn. After their meal, Adele was made to choose a toy from the 'Treasure Chest', which made her so happy. Their next stop was Skateland, where Chris taught Adele how to roller skate. Shane chose to sit it out because it wasn't his thing. From their delighted laughter, it was obvious Chris and Adele had so much fun. As it was getting late by the time they left Skateland, they decided to crown their day of outing with a stop at Sprinkles Cupcakes and Sprinkles Ice Cream where they enjoyed the best cupcakes and ice cream. What delighted Adele even more was the fact that Chris arranged for her to bake her own cupcakes and decorate them. Shane had been so engrossed in looking at his daughter decorate the little cakes, he jumped when he felt his phone vibrate inside his pocket. He pulled it out and read a message from Chris. Chris: U really need to stop biting those lips, baby. Makes me wanna lick em so bad. Shane turned to stared at Chris for a moment, and then leaned closer to give him a quick sweet kiss right there in front of everyone. The look on Chris' face was priceless. He'd obviously never thought Shane would do that in the presence of others. Most of the people who saw the kiss smiled, others were indifferent. Adele didn't see them...or so they thought. Then as though he'd completely forgotten where they were, Shane started to rub his face against Chris' temple. "Err...baby?" Chris whispered, trying to suppress his arousal. "People are watching." Shane blinked and turned around to see people looking away discreetly. "Shit!" He muttered. "You've stolen my ability to think coherently. I forgot where I was." Shane groaned, his voice low and sexy, looking at Chris like a kid who'd been caught with his hand in a cookie jar. "I have stolen...?" Chris pointed at himself with eyes filled with incredulity. "Really?" Chris couldn't help the amused smile that spread across his face as he stared back at Shane. The man was so fucking gorgeous, it was a sin. "I'm going to help Adele because if I stay here one more second, I'm going to fuck you right here right now." Chris muttered, standing up. "Hey baby girl, need help?" He asked, promptly accepting the bottle of sprinkles that Adele thrust into his hand. "Sprinkle those ones I've already coated with cream, Uncle Chris." The little girl said, not even looking up from what she was doing. Chris couldn't help but feel Adele was acting older than her age. That knowing smile playing around her lips... Chris threw Shane a confused look to which Shane only shrugged. With a sigh, Chris did as he had been instructed. After decorating enough cakes for her mother and step-dad, Adele was ready to bounce. She had a blast. By the time Shane packed in front of Lizzie's house, his daughter was fast asleep. The door opened and Lizzie and Sam, her husband, stepped out as Shane carried Adele towards the house with Chris following close behind with Adele's bag and a big box of cupcakes. "Hi guys." Sam called out with a naughty grin on his face. "Got a drilling from the little fireball huh?" "Looks like she got a drilling from them, darling." Lizzie laughed. "When has she ever come back from an outing, asleep?" She asked whilst opening the door wide for Shane to enter. "That was the whole idea." Shane mumbled, not wanting to disturb the sleeping girl. He went upstairs to Adele's room to put her into bed. Shane tenderly and slowly stripped Adele. Then he went to the bathroom for a wash cloth to wipe her face, neck and palms. When he was satisfied that she looked clean, he took out her pajamas and put it on her. Then he covered her up, kissed her softly on the forehead and left the room. When Shane got downstairs, Chris and Sam had a bottle of beer each in their hands and all three were laughing uproariously. "Oh my God, she's going to bend my ears tomorrow." Lizzie groaned. "Get ready to watch Lion King from morning till evening tomorrow, Sam." Shane chuckled as he went to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of beer too. "I must admit I've missed the characters myself." Shane said. "I just might watch it too tomorrow." "For real?" Chris asked with an incredulous look, making Sam and Lizzie burst into laughter. "Fuck off." Shane joined in the laughter. "Dude, you have to watch it too you know." Sam said. "If you want to 'understand' their language," He gave the word quotations with his fingers, "you have to watch what they watch. At least some." "Damn." Chris swore. "And would I have to drink only juice and milk whilst watching it or my whiskey will be pardoned..." They all erupted into laughter. "You're an asshole, Chris." Shane said putting his bottle down. "Come on, let's get outta here." He said, giving Lizzie a hug and Sam a one-armed hug. "Thanks guys." Sam said after them as they started walking towards Shane's car. "Chris, wait up." Lizzie said and walked towards them. Then surprising all three men, especially Chris, she gave him a tight hug. "I'm still not going to apologize for punching you." She murmured. "I'll be disappointed if you do." He whispered in her ear. Then he kissed her on the forehead and hugged her some more. "Thanks." "Good night guys." Lizzie said and watched as they got into the car and drove off. She couldn't wipe the smile off her face. *** Shane lay in bed, waiting for Chris to finish sending a mail in his study. He was tired but felt so happy and surprisingly fired up. The shower had helped a great deal, Shane thought with a sigh. He couldn't help but think about how well Chris had bonded with Adele. And to think Chris had been scared, Shane thought with a chuckle. He'd found himself staring at Chris most of the time whilst they were out with Adele. Not only had it been obvious that Chris was crazy about Adele, Chris had enjoyed every minute of their outing. The sight of Chris on skates, gliding sexily around the arena was a sight Shane wasn't going to ever forget. When Chris had looked directly at him at a point and winked, Shane's knees had gone weak. Shane had quickly sat down because it would have been embarrassing if people had noticed his hard-on or he'd fallen down due to his suddenly week knees. And when Adele was taken to the bathroom by the nice lady who was busily shaking her arse at Chris at Griffith Park, the last thing Shane had been expecting was for Chris to take advantage of the brief absence of Adele. Chris had pulled him into a corner and covered his mouth hungrily with his. God, how he'd kissed him. The kiss had started hot, deep, passionate, but soon progressed into demanding and intense. Shane had been so shaken afterwards he hadn't been able to compose himself quickly enough before Adele and the lady had gotten back to them. And just one look at his flustered self and Chris' flushed face was enough to tell the lady she didn't stand a chance. Any grown up would have felt the sexual current crackle between him and Chris. With widened eyes, she'd beaten a hasty retreat but not before muttering, 'what a waste' to their hearing. Shane thanked his stars for innocent little girls because he didn't know how he would have explained to Adele if she had questioned them. He looked up when Chris entered the room. "Hey." Chris said as he started stripping out of his clothes. "Hey." Shane responded enjoying the show before him. When he saw the smirk on Chris' face, he laughed. "Be right back." Chris said as he entered the bathroom. Shane clicked on a remote control and instantly, the rich and rare voice of Sam Smith filled the room. 'Stay With Me' played softly in the back ground as Shane turned off the volume on a repeated telecast of the basketball finals. "Damn, the water felt good on my tired muscles." Chris rasped as he entered the room a little later in all his naked glory and headed straight for the bed. Shane watched Chris approach the bed, appreciating his ruggedly handsome features and sexy, long, sinewy body. He gazed at Chris with a feral hunger that Chris didn't miss. When Chris smirked, Shane grinned. "Damn, you're hot." Shane rasped. "And you're making me horny with that look." Chris husked as he got into bed beside Shane and lowered his head to claim Shane's lips in a deep kiss. When they came up for air, Shane thrashed around till he got comfortable...with his head resting on Chris' shoulder. "Thanks." He whispered and leaned up to pressed a light kiss against Chris' cheek as Chris' pulled up the covers over them. "For..." "Today." Shane said simply. "She really likes you, Chris." "Dude, I had more fun than the two of you combined. I should rather be thanking you for having me tag along. Adele is beautiful, adorable, sweet, angelic... she had me at 'degetent'. Chris growled, making Shane burst into laughter. "I can't help but love her." Chris gave a deep sign, "I wish she were mine." "She is." Shane responded spontaneously, shocking even himself. He cleared his throat. "She's mine, Chris. That makes her yours too." "Oh fuck, Shane..." Chris' eyes darkened with emotion. A flush came to his cheekbones and his lips parted on a sharp breath. He turned to cover Shane's body with his and ravaged his mouth. "You can't be that sexy and say stuff like that too. It turns my insides to mush." Chris' thickened hard cock rubbed against Shane's boxer covered erection as he dipped in to capture his lips again. "Why the fuck did you bother with boxers?" Chris growled softly against Shane's lips when they came up for air. "Habit." Shane breathed, thrusting uncontrollably against Chris. "Take it off." Shane didn't have to demand twice. Chris went down to take the boxers off but the sight of Shane's throbbing cock was enough to keep him down there. When Shane felt Chris swallow more than half of his cock, he cried out in shock and pleasure. "Christ baby, just like that." He breathed, his hands moving down to tangle inside Chris' hair. Chris went to town on Shane's cock, sucking like he would die if he didn't. When Shane couldn't take it anymore, he shifted around till he was lying beside Chris with his head was between Chris' thighs. Then he took Chris' wet cock head into his mouth and sucked hard. Chris screamed around Shane's cock and that was all it took for Shane to lose it. That scream vibrated within him, sent an extreme feeling of ecstasy up his cock and into his brain, forcing his essence out with pure pleasure. With a loud shout of Chris' name, Shane convulsed as he came, spilling his hot cum over Chris' tongue in powerful bursts. Chris swallowed repeatedly, loving the ecstatic sounds of satisfaction that rumbled from Shane's chest. Even when he stopped coming, Chris' mouth kept sliding up and down Shane's cock, his cheeks hollowing on drawing pulls. Before Shane could fully come down from his high, Chris turned around so that he was lying in between Shane's legs, and then sucked his balls into his mouth. "Chris..." Shane moaned so erotically Chris smiled around the balls in his mouth. Chris moved down and went to work on Shane's perineum, that small stretch of flesh between Shane's puckered hole and his balls, that was rich in nerve endings. He licked, sucked, stroked and blew on that area, causing helpless whimpers to escape Shane. "Oh God, that feels so good." Shane gasped, biting his lip to hold in his cries. Shane couldn't help but think he was behaving like a bitch in heat. Chris' touch made him forget who he was...who he was supposed to be...the macho, no-nonsense business man. He needed to remember that and act as such, he thought. Little did he know what was coming. When he felt something slick and hot and wonderfully wet slide over his puckered hole, Shane almost shot off the bed. But for Chris' arms, tightening strongly around his thighs, Shane would have rolled off the bed. "Chris..." Shane cried out helplessly as Chris started licking that twitching hole in earnest, getting it slick and loose. His erection throbbed as if he hadn't just had a teeth-grinding climax. And when Shane felt Chris' stiffened his tongue start to slowly penetrating his entrance, he almost passed out from pleasure. "Oh my God..." He bucked against that wicked tongue. To Shane it was unexpected, dirty, kinky and so fucking good. He'd never experienced such altruistic mind-blowing pleasure before. He'd heard about it of course but had never had any idea that it would feel so good. And to think the pleasure was being given by none other than Chris... Shane fell even more in love with Chris at that moment. Shane forgot about everything but that wicked tongue fucking him. And when he felt Chris' slick finger at his entrance, he wondered just when he'd taken out the lube from the drawer. "Oh fuck." Shane gasped when he felt Chris' finger slide right in. There was no pain. It felt strange but not unpleasant. Then Chris slid in a second finger and curled it inside Shane, flicking against the sensitive gland deep inside Shane. A long groan escaped Shane's lips as he instinctively raised his hips to take more of Chris' long fingers inside himself. "Jesus, Chris what..." Shane panted, bucking almost frenziedly as Chris kept maddeningly rubbing that delicious spot inside him. Shane fucked himself on those fingers. Chris added a third finger, moving them in and out, opening Shane up nicely. He watched Shane's face the whole time, feeling totally enthralled by the man writhing with pleasure on the bed. Shane's mouth was opened in a silent scream, his eyes shut as his hands twisted the sheets. "Christ!" Chris muttered, riveted. He knew he couldn't go one more second without tasting those sexy lips. And even as he kept massaging that sweet spot and stretching Shane, Chris leaned down and took Shane's lips, kissing him possessively. "Fucking gorgeous, Lewis." He whispered against Shane's lips when he came up for air. Shane was going out of his mind and was ready to beg. He tried not to but ended up losing the battle. "Need more...please." Shane almost sobbed, never thinking in a million years that he would ever make such a request. He knew he was acting like an utter slut, but he really didn't care. The desperation in Shane's voice took Chris by surprise. "Need that too, baby," Chris murmured. He started to slide his fingers out and laughed softly when Shane tightened his arse muscles around his fingers, refusing to let him go. "Baby, if I'm to give you more, I need to pull out." Chris said softly, reaching for a condom with his other hand. "I don't want you to use that." Shane stated shakily but with all seriousness. "What?" Chris looked shocked. "Don't use a condom please." Shane repeated himself. "Listen baby, I know you're clean..." "Are you saying you're not?" Shane asked quietly. Chris eyes widened. "Oh God, I am. It's just that..." "Don't use it. I want to feel every inch of you, Chris." Chris was confused, surprised and so turned on by Shane's demand. He'd never fucked anyone without a condom and the idea of going bareback for the first time in his life with none other than Shane, seemed almost surreal. It almost felt like he was about to have sex for the very first time. Chris' heart pounded with excitement as he threw the condom onto the floor and reached for the lube. Then he stared deeply into Shane's eyes and said something that went against every fiber of his being; "Last chance to back out, Shane. I want you so much right now. But I will stop if you ask me to." He told Shane shakily. "You have no idea just how much I want to feel you inside me." Shane said huskily. "Don't make me beg." He added in a whisper. That was all the encouragement Chris needed. And as he slicked up his cock, Chris couldn't tear his eyes off Shane. Chris didn't think he'd ever been as hard as he was at that very moment. "Ready?" He whispered. Shane raised an eyebrow, as if to ask Chris whether he really needed to ask. Chris gave a naughty grin and closed his hand around Shane's cock and started slowly stroking that weapon. He jacked Shane with long, hard pulls, adding that little sweet twist whenever he got to the head of the cock, making Shane just want to drool. When Shane started moaning uncontrollably, Chris lined up his slick cock with Shane's twitching hole and started pushing in, the penetration explicit in its slowness. "Fuck." Shane gasped and opened his thighs wider. Despite the stretching Chris had given him, he felt a slight burn but it was nothing compared to the pleasure he felt from Chris' stroking. And thinking of the exquisite feeling of having Chris' fingers inside him, Shane couldn't wait to feel the whole of Chris inside, stroking the spot that had almost caused him to pass out with pleasure. "You okay?" Chris breathed, looking down at Shane with undisguised bliss in his grey eyes. The feel of Shane's channel against his bare flesh was totally mind-blowing. Shane bit his lip and nodded slightly as he watched Chris' cock disappear slowly into him. There was an unaccustomed pressure within, but not pain. And with the way Chris was stroking his weeping cock, all Shane felt was fullness and pleasure. He looked up to tell Chris exactly that but lost his train of thought at the look on Chris' face. Shane moaned at the sheer beauty and sexiness of the man. Chris' head was thrown back, his lips parted in obvious pleasure. Shane couldn't look away. As he watched, Chris' wet tongue came out to lick his lips, making Shane wish he had that tongue to suck on right then. Chris was trembling and making noises that were primal and desperate and full of need...almost as though he were in pain. Despite himself, Shane needed to know whether his man was okay. "Baby, are you okay?" Shane asked in a voice he could barely tell was his own. The fullness within as Chris kept penetrating his hole and the friction between Chris' hand and his cock as he stroked him was making his mind hazy. Chris bit his lower lip, slowly opening his lust-heavy eyes to look down at Shane. "You feel so fucking good." Chris moaned. "And, you're so damn tight. You have no idea how amazing you feel." He husked as his hand kept working Shane's cock, stroking and pulling gently. "Fuck...the feel of flesh against flesh...fan-fucking-tastic." Chris moaned lustfully. When Chris finally bottomed out, he went still, waiting for Shane to get used to his girth. Shane's entire body trembled as he completely accepted Chris, his mind focusing only on the tide of sensations welling up inside his arse, the deep pressure and the dull ache of a new pleasure. Add those sensations to the friction on his cock from Chris' stroking hand and... "Damn." Shane breathed. "Are you okay, baby?" Chris whispered, looking down at Shane. But judging by the look of undisguised bliss on Shane's gorgeous face, Chris guessed that he was better than okay. "Feels so good." Shane rasped as he clenched around the cock filling him. "Shit." Chris growled at the feeling. He bit his lip till he tasted copper in his mouth as he felt Shane's muscles ripple around him. It felt so fucking good Chris knew he would go insane if he didn't move. "I need to move, Shane." He gasped, the urgency in his groin had built to the point where it couldn't be neglected. "I really need..." "What are you waiting for?" Shane moaned, leaning up to kiss Chris' mouth. And with their lips still locked, Chris started thrusting into Shane, slow and easy. Both men moaned into the kiss, not letting go. Shane sighed as his hips moved against Chris, slow and steady, following the rhythm Chris had set. It felt good. And when Chris nudged at Shane's sweet spot, the edges of Shane's vision blurred. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 06 "Oh shit. Oh fucking shit..." Shane tore his mouth away from Chris and whispered brokenly. Chris looked down at Shane's pleasure-filled face as he rocked gently into him, wishing he could capture that breathtaking look and watch it whenever he wanted to. Since he couldn't, he made do with something even better, he burned that image into his memory. "You are so fucking beautiful." Chris whispered, causing Shane to open unfocused eyes to look up at him. "So perfect." Chris' sexily spoken words sent warm shivers of delight down Shane's spine. Shane wanted to tell Chris he was beautiful too but he just couldn't talk. He was totally lost in their love making. It was sweet, erotic, breathtakingly slow and simply beautiful. Shane could have sworn he felt every pulse and every twitch of Chris' cock. Each slow thrust rubbed against his gland, bringing with it a feeling so intense and powerful Shane could feel himself getting close already. With Chris' hand working his cock at the same time, Shane knew he couldn't hold it even if his life depended on it. "I'm gonna come." He whispered, staring up into Chris' eyes with a look on wonder, pleasure and so much love, Chris' breath hitched in his throat. Shane was completely open to him and it was the most beautiful thing Chris had ever seen in his life. "Ah God, Chris...don't stop." Shane cried, desperately. "Please, don't stop." "Come for me, baby." Chris rasped, still maintaining his slow thrusts. He was totally floored by the look in Shane's eyes. "Ahh...Chris..." Shane moaned loudly as he lost it. Chris watched as Shane came apart. It was the hottest sight ever. As he shot his load, his legs came up, knees at Chris' waist, inviting him deeper. Though Shane's eyes remained on Chris', they looked totally unforced, glazed with passion. Shane's entire body spasmed ecstatically as he kept coming, his channel tightening rhythmically around Chris. Chris held himself still and took a deep, shaky breath, fighting the urge to follow Shane in bliss. He stared down at the flushed and sweaty and blissed-out face of the sexiest man he'd ever laid eyes on. "You are so beautiful when you come." Chris husked, mesmerized by how ethereal Shane looked. Chris couldn't do anything but stare. And he felt such masculine pride for giving Shane such pleasure. Finally, the last shudder faded and Shane went limp. Still deeply embedded inside Shane, Chris leaned forward and started to lick Shane's cum off his body. Starting with the glob of cum on Shane's chin, he worked his way down, sucking sensually on Shane's nipples when he got to them. Shane moaned as his hand went to the back of Chris' head to hold him to his taut flesh. Chris' hot mouth on his nipple was pure bliss. Chris didn't lick the cum that had landed on Shane's stomach because he didn't want to risk slipping out of his tight heat. "Turn over for me, baby." Chris instructed softly as he leaned back till he was on his knees between Shane's thighs. With Chris' help, Shane turned onto his hands and knees with Chris cock still buried deep inside his channel. Then the real ride began. "Not going to be gentle now, Shane." Chris rasped. "Brace yourself." "Go for it." Shane's responded, moving onto his elbows. "Lower." Chris instructed, his voice oozing with possession. Shane dropped to one shoulder, then the other, his face and neck turned to one side. In that position, his channel was opened up even more, drawing Chris even deeper into him. "Oh God!" Shane gasped at the feeling. "He can't help you now." Chris sounded almost mean as his hands went to Shane's hips. Chris made a sound of bone-deep satisfaction as he started driving his cock in and out of Shane. He fucked, steady and calm, for several minutes, then he sped up as he lost all semblance of rational thought. He pumped deep and fast, focused solely on finding release. Shane grunted with every thrust, unable to move back against Chris due to the tight hold Chris had on his hip. Chris was merciless. He ground his hips against Shane, circling, screwing and deep-dicking him. He would pull back till he was almost out, then slam back in, the thick length of his rigid cock tunneling deep. Chris took his pleasure, moaning Shane's name the whole time, his senses overwhelmed. "Tight and deep." Chris said through a labored breath, his hands stroking Shane's arse and thighs as his hips found a brutal rhythm. Shane wanted to screw Chris back but he couldn't move, thanks to the position he was in. He had never felt so possessed, taken, dominated and vulnerable as he felt at that very moment. But what surprised Shane was that it actually felt good relinquishing total control for the very first time in his life. He knew Chris would take care of him. Then it hit Shane...he actually trusted Chris. Shit! Shane gasped at the sudden realization. He felt himself begin to tear up and groaned. For the very first time in his life, Shane felt open and not just in one way. He felt so alive and excited and afraid all at once. Chris owned him body and soul. Shane felt the adrenaline whirling through his body. He could feel every slick, hard inch of Chris' cock as it slid deep then withdrew. Shane wished he could see that cock as it moved in and out of his arse. He craned his neck to meet Chris' eyes. Their eyes clashed and the look of sheer unadulterated lust in Chris heavy-lidded eyes made Shane's breath hitch in his throat. Shane couldn't look away. Didn't want to look away. He felt that emotional connect that he never allowed himself to feel. He felt it in Chris. "Shane..." Chris breathed, the look in his eyes clearly showing that Shane wasn't alone in how he felt. "Chris..." Shane whispered back. And as he stared into Chris' eyes, he saw Chris slide his hand, as if in slow motion, from his hip to that sensitive spot between his lower back and arse, and rub. Shane went berserk. With a passionate growl he moved back onto his hands and started thrusting back frenziedly against Chris, in time to the movement of that hand on his pleasure spot. Chris' eyes rolled back in sheer ecstasy. It was violent, hot, sexy and off-the-fucking-charts! "Shane, oh God." Chris groaned as he started to pound into Shane faster, matching the new rhythm that Shane had set, nailing Shane's gland hard. They were fucking. Pure and simple! The only sounds that could be heard besides Sam Smith's low sweet voice in the background was their breathless grunts, lustful cries and the erotic sound of slapping of flesh against flesh as the two men fucked each other's brains out. Chris slammed into Shane, over and over ... shafting his channel with fast, powerful lunges. Shane gave as good as he got. Chris threw his head back with a cry as Shane gyrated sexily against him. "Oh fuck, Shane." Chris breathed, his eyes riveted on Shane's arse. It felt so good, every muscle in Chris' body was taut, every nerve ending alight with sensation. He faltered in his movement momentarily, totally hypnotized by Shane. "Chris..." Shane almost sobbed, his body glistening with sweat. The combination of Chris' fingers caressing and rubbing his pleasure spot and the friction of Chris thick cock rubbing and surging against his prostate was too much. An intense jolt flashed violently through him each time Chris hit that prostate. And at the hard and fast way Chris was plowing into him, that prostate was taking a rough pounding. He was utterly possessed, completely defenseless. Shane's fingers clawed the sheets till a tearing sound could be heard. He really couldn't take anymore. "Please..." His body shuddered violently as he whimpered brokenly. "Chris please..." Chris heard Shane's voice and felt the change in his body the exact moment Shane totally lost his shit. And at that point, Chris finally let himself go. He allowed himself to become totally immersed in Shane, and not just his body, but his heart, his soul, his thoughts and emotions. He pulled Shane up and turned his head to capture his mouth in a wild kiss, feeling his own orgasm race hotly down his spine. Chris reached around to touch Shane's cock and found it soft and wet, confirming that Shane had already spent himself just as Chris had suspected. And when Shane languidly started to suck erotically on Chris' tongue, Chris cried out, coming hard, deep in Shane's arse. The world disappeared as Chris' body jerked spasmodically in agonized rapture... his long-denied orgasm ripping out hard and fast. Chris held on to Shane throughout his climax, kissing Shane deeply till the world slowly reappeared. Both men moaned as Chris slowly pulled out his softened dick. Chris drew Shane to the part of the bed that had not been soiled with cum and pushed him onto his back. Then he crawled partially on top of Shane, aftershocks still rattling his wrung-out body. "Holy fuck," Chris whispered as he turned his head with the intension of kissing Shane. He froze when he saw the streaks of tears on Shane's face. "Fuck, Shane, did I hurt you." Chris' heart started pounding and it had nothing to do with the mind-blowing sex he'd just had. "Shane..." "What? No." Shane's eye widened in surprise. "Why would you think that?" "You have tears on your face." Chris pointed out. "Oh... It's nothing." "You expect me to believe that?" Chris whispered, wiping Shane's face with the covers. "Tell me what the problem is, please. We said we were going to talk about everything remember?" "Chris it's nothing. Really. I was just... I love you. So fucking much." He sighed. "And I'm leaking all over the bed." He added with a groan. "Oh fuck." Chris swore as he rolled off the bed. "Don't move." But by the time Chris got back into the room with a washcloth, Shane had already stripped the bed and was almost done putting clean sheets on. Chris stood there and watched Shane till he was done. "Dude, I told you not to move." He said sternly but there was a smile in his voice. Shane grinned as he started towards Chris with a slight limp. Chris swore. "I hurt you." He groaned, reaching out to draw Shane into his arms. "Hey?" Shane whispered, looking into Chris, worried eye. "Don't. If a little soreness is all I get for this mind-boggling experience, I'll do it every morning, noon and night." Chris didn't seem convinced. With a moan he hugged Shane tightly, burying his face against Shane's neck. "Sure you're okay?" He muttered. "I'm fine, Chris. Well, I must admit I feel extremely well-fucked." Shane murmured, kissing Chris softly on the mouth. "What can I say? You rock my world." Shane purred. "And you make mine spin." Chris responded huskily, his eyes alight with satisfaction. "I know." Shane responded smugly. "Come on." He pulled out of Chris' embrace and took his hand to draw him into the bathroom. They showered together, lathering each other and rinsing off amidst tiny kisses. They were both exhausted. When they got back to bed, Shane got into his favourite position, with his head on Chris' chest. Just before he drifted off he thought he heard Chris say 'I love you too, Shane', but he was sure his mind was playing tricks on him so he didn't acknowledge it. Chris pressed a kiss to Shane's head and tightened his hold on him. It felt great to finally admit it out loud that he loved Shane, even if Shane hadn't heard him. Why had he even doubted that in the first place, Chris wondered. He was completely and irrevocably in love with Shane Lewis and he didn't care who knew. With a contented smile on his face, Chris drifted off to sleep with one thought in his mind... He couldn't wait to show off the love of his life to his squad. *** So...who was the better Top? Shane or Chris? Unbreakable Bond Ch. 07 Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis Dedicated to RubyRed01 Reconciliation & Mile High Fun! *** "Just let me know whenever you need me to punch his lights out, bro." Tyron muttered to Chris. "You know I won't hesitate." Chris couldn't suppress his amused chuckle at Tyron's words. "No offence Ty, but this guy can beat you to a pulp within seconds." The pride in Chris' voice couldn't be masked. Tyron sniggered, turning to look in Shane's direction with an impressed glint in his eyes. "A badass huh?" "Gentle, but deadly." Chris murmured. Tyron nodded. "My kinda guy. I like him, Chris. And it's obvious he's crazy about you. Alright, how about waving my gun in his face?" Tyron turned back to Chris. "Surely that can work." Chris laughed. "Yeah right. As if a SEAL would threaten a civilian. Besides I know you're partial when it comes to your 'black brothers'." Chris said, giving the phrase quotations with his fingers. "Ow come..." "Dude, you're a white boy who decided to call himself Tyron instead of Tyler, your God-given name...just to blend in with your 'black brothers' on a basketball court. Go figure." Chris shook his head in amusement at Tyron. Tyron would never try to intimidate someone like Shane. "Wait till he hurts you, Chris." Tyron growled. "Then you'll see a totally different side of me." "At ease, soldier." Chris chuckled. "He'll never hurt me." Chris said with all confidence. "Good. He had better not." Tyron said, standing up. "Going for a beer. Want one?" "Sure." Chris said turning to watch Aaron make his way to his side. They were in Damon and Tristan's house for their usual Saturday get-together, which Chris hadn't attend in a while because he'd wanted to spend time with Shane. Damon's huge basement had been converted into a plush fun room for the squad's enjoyment. Talk of a posh state of the art game room! Not too loud music, pool table, video games, a well-stocked bar with a professional mixer behind ready to give anyone what they requested, a huge projected screen on which the Champions' league was showing, and a lavish spread of assorted food on a long table. It was the place to be. So far, Shane had hit it off with the guys which thrilled Chris to no end. Though there was a subtle show of respect when the guys interacted with Shane, they treated him like 'one of the guys' and that was something Chris was very happy about. He didn't blame the guys for showing Shane some respect. The guy commanded respect without making any effort so it was only to be expected. "Hey." Aaron said flopping down beside Kyle on the couch. "Someone must have blown someone's mind with mouthwateringly good sex." He murmured. "What?" Chris turned to look at Aaron's face which had a smirk in place. "He can't stop looking at you." Aaron stated the obvious, making Chris automatically turn to look at where Shane sat, playing poker with Damon, Matt, Cole and Michael. "If only he could concentrate, he would take those assholes to the cleaners." Aaron continued in a teasing voice. "But he can't keep his eyes off you so he's losing. I know that look. You must be doing a really good job, boss." Chris almost groaned when his eyes clashed with Shane's. "Fuck." He muttered. "I know right." Aaron said dryly. "But by that suggestive word...do you mean you wanna fuck him or he wants to..." "Shut up, Aaron." Chris growled just as Tyron got back to their side with two bottles of beer. "There you go." Tyron handed over a bottle to Chris but before could get a good grip on the bottle, Aaron snatched it and started drinking it to Tyron's amusement and Chris' annoyance. "Why did I give you that raise again?" Chris asked with a mock scowl on his face. Aaron turned to look at Chris as though he'd suddenly sprouted horns. "You know why." Aaron murmured cockily. "And also because you love me." He added confidently, drawing a snort from Chris. "Shane is gorgeous, man." He added, licking his lips suggestively just to get a rise out of Chris. "Hey, go check out your own man and leave mine alone, dickhead." Chris growled, smacking Aaron upside the head and drawing laughter from Tyron. "This idiot has always had an eye for good things, Aaron." Tyron smirked, turning his gaze on Shane. "You can never go wrong with that face. Listen guys, when you want a relationship with someone, the trick is to make sure you can get off just by imagining their faces when they're nowhere near you. The look on a beautiful face when the owner is in the throes of passion is just..." Tyron moaned as he shook his head. "Some faces sure look downright ugly when they're coming, trust me." By then, Chris and Aaron were screaming with laughter. "Trust me guys, I know what I'm talking about." Tyron added joining in the laughter. "Care to tell the rest of us what has you idiots in stitches?" Dean bellowed from his spot behind the pool table where he was playing against Kyle. "Now, that's a face you'll definitely wanna cover up during sex." Tyron muttered, looking at Dean. Aaron laughed so hard he started coughing. "Fuck you, Ty. That's so not true." Tyron shrugged. "He called us idiots." "Yes he..."Chris started but trailed off when Robin Thicke's 'Blurred Lines' blasted through the speakers. "What the..." Everyone turned to see Tristan, wielding two microphones and dancing his arse off. Chris shook his head in amusement when Tyron stood up and started dancing too. Then of course Dean had to join in, using his stick as a microphone. "Okay guys, I'll be Pharrell today." Cole shouted, leaving the poker table to snatch a microphone from Tristan. And when he started going... "hey, hey, hey", everyone erupted into laughter. *** Shane looked at the scene unfolding right before his eyes and couldn't help the laughter that tore out of his throat. "Damn, you guys are crazy." He gushed, making Damon laugh. "I like to think Chris, Kyle and myself are the only sane people amongst this squad." Damon chuckled. Almost all the guys were dancing. The only people who were still seated were himself, Shane, Chris, Aaron and Kyle who was sitting on the pool table, bobbing his head to the song. "And trust my silly husband to turn it into a karaoke." Damon drawled when the instrumentals of the song started blasting out even louder. "Get ready Shane. They're going to rope you into it any moment from now." Damon groaned when as if on cue, they saw Tristan making a beeline for where he and Shane still sat around the poker table, watching what looked almost like a dancing competition. And when Tristan got to them and flicked his forefinger back and forth, indicating that Shane come to him, Damon burst into laughter. "Dude, you better go." Damon told Shane. "My husband doesn't take no for an answer." With a pitiful moan, Shane stood up and started towards Tristan. Much as he couldn't dance to save his life, he knew how to sing most songs from beginning to end... 'Blurred Lines' included. He knew his safest bet was to sing...to avoid being made to dance. Shane reached out and took the microphone from Tristan and started singing the second verse... "What do they make dreams for When you got them jeans on What do we need steam for..." All the guys shouted... "You the hottest bitch in this place" Shane shrugged and smoothly sang the next line. "I feel so lucky You wanna hug me What rhymes with hug me?" Chris couldn't believe what was happening. He couldn't believe Shane was being such a good sport. The guys were obviously having a ball. And when Shane turned in his direction and sang in a deep voice... "I know you want it", the place was in an uproar. 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." Tyron 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." Tyron 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 fiancée, the beautiful Briana, Cole's fiancée 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. *** 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 paper work 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. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 07 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. *** Shane saw Chris drive in on his monitor in the study and stood up to go and meet him. He couldn't understand why a grown man such as himself could miss another person so much when he'd already seen him that very morning. All he could think about that very moment was being wrapped in Chris' arms, even if it was for a few seconds. He chuckled to himself as he headed for the door but groaned when he heard his landline ringing. "Fuck." Shane muttered as he turned away from the door. He didn't bother going behind his desk. He leaned over and reached for the phone from across the desk. "Hello." Shane said and promptly grimaced when he heard the voice on the other side. It was one of his business associates...an elderly French man who could go on and on. This was going to be a long one he thought exasperatedly. Shane turned his head to look behind him when he heard Chris enter the study, making a sign of a gunshot to his own head and pointing at the receiver in his hand. Chris grinned and made a sign for Shane to cut the call. But Shane shook his head. With a naughty grin on his face, Chris hugged Shane from behind and started nuzzling his neck. A delicious shiver raced though Shane at the feel of Chris wet tongue on his neck. He unconsciously tilted his head to the side to give Chris better access and moaned softly when Chris moved those wicked lips to his ear. His lips parted in arousal when he felt Chris' hands burrow beneath his t-shirt, but when Chris' wandering fingers took hold of his already distended nipples and pulled on them, Shane's eyes flared as a gasp tore out of his throat. "Oh fuck, Chris, stop." Shane whispered desperately but promptly groaned in protest when he felt the immediate retreat of those fingers and that hot mouth on his ear. Then he couldn't feel the sweet warmth of Chris pressed against him anymore. Shit! Shane heard Chris go out of the study and squeezed the bridge of his nose in frustration as he took in a deep breath to calm his nerves. "I'm here, Mr. Coillet." He answered when the voice on the other end asked whether he was still there. When Shane heard Chris reenter the study and turn the lock, a shiver of excitement passed through him. He'd actually been disappointed when Chris had stopped earlier when he'd asked him to. He was so hard his cock could probably drill a hole through concrete. When he felt Chris hug him again from behind, the excitement that exploded within Shane was so intense he relaxed completely against Chris. And the relief he felt as Chris unzipped him was indescribable. "Didn't think I was going to stop did you?" Chris whispered huskily into Shane's ear, his pulse quickening at the realization that Shane was commando beneath his shorts. "God, you make me so hot." He breathed as he released Shane's weeping throbbing erection from his shorts. Then pulling out a small towel from his pocket, Chris threw it onto the desk, directly beneath Shane's exposed dick. And when Shane shamelessly thrust his cock into Chris' palm, grinding desperately, Chris almost creamed his pants. "I guess what you really meant was...'don't stop Chris'." Chris husked as he stroked Shane with already slick hands. "Next time, don't send mixed signals." Chris whispered biting Shane's lobe softly. "Oh fuck." Shane breathed, understanding why Chris had gone out of the study. He'd obviously gone for supplies. "Mr. Coillet, I really have to call you back." Shane rasped shakily into the phone. He was trembling so bad he didn't even think he could hold on to the receiver for much longer. And when the old man insisted he had two more suggestions to make, Shane almost growled at him. "Mr. Coillet I have to go. Something has come up..." "Oh yeah it sure has." Chris murmured as he stroked Shane and sucked on the lobe he'd just bitten. "...I promise I'll call you immediately I sort this out. S'il vous plait." And before the old man could say one more word, Shane leaned over and hung up. "Chris, you son-of-a-bi...oh fuck." Shane's tirade turned into a lustful moan when Chris squeezed the curved mushroomed head of his cock. "Are you trying to tell me you can't multitask?" Chris taunted as he pushed Shane's shorts down to pool around his feet. "You didn't have to hang up you know. And s'il vous plait?" "He's French. Now will you just shut up and fuck me already?" Shane growled, drawing a soft laughter from Chris. "Your wish is my command." Chris responded huskily as he went down on his knees behind Shane and revealed that winking rosette to his eyes. "Just perfect." He breathed as he leaned in to give that twitching star a long wet lick. "Damn, that feels so good." Shane moaned as he thrust back against Chris' tongue. Chris went to town on that puckered hole. He ate Shane out as though it was a piece of candy. With every dart of Chris' tongue, Shane made an erotic little noise and pushed his arse back into Chris' face. The super-sensitive underside of Shane's cock kept rubbing against the towel that Chris had placed on the desk in front of Shane. That heavenly friction against his cock and Chris tongue in his arse felt blissfully wonderful. Moaning loudly and repeatedly, Shane gyrated his hips in a shameless dance as he felt his climax rushed up from his toes. His moans became desperate whimpers that couldn't be suppressed. "Chris I need to...please I gotta come." Shane whispered gutturally, thinking he would go insane if he didn't come right then. "Damn, I love the way you say please." Chris withdrew his tongue long enough to murmur, and then circled the clenching opening with the tip of a think slick finger. Then right alongside that wicked tongue, Chris slid a finger oh-so-slowly inside Shane. And when he curled that finger to rub against that little pleasure button inside, Shane lost it. "Chris... Oh Christ, Chris... Chris..." Shane chanted Chris name as jet after jet of cum spilled onto the desk, some papers and the towel. Shane shook as he rode the waves of one of the sharpest orgasms he'd ever experienced. As Shane shook with his orgasm, Chris got to his feet, still rubbing that button with two fingers this time, and pulled Shane up with his free hand. And even as aftershocks rocked through Shane, Chris captured his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss that said everything he wasn't ready to say. When they came up for air, Chris pulled his fingers out and pulled off Shane's t-shirt. Shane was still gasping for breath, lost in dazed ecstasy, when he felt Chris' hardness pressing hotly against his well lubed up hole, demanding entrance. "Ready?" Chris asked huskily, causing everything within Shane to tighten with ravenous hunger. "You have no idea just how much." Need throbbed in Shane's voice. With a ragged breath, he pushed himself against that hot hard flesh, shocked at how badly he wanted to feel it inside him. Chris lined his slick throbbing cock with Shane's hole and slowly impaled Shane, inch by hot, thick inch. Watching his cock disappear into Shane's body was so overwhelmingly erotic, Chris moaned lustfully. When he was deeply embedded inside Shane, filling him...stretching him, both men just sort of breathe for a moment. It felt so good to be joined like that. They had been fucking each other like bunnies for the past week, the least chance they got. One would have thought they would have gotten whatever hunger was driving them, out of their system after all those encounters but on the contrary, the more they fucked, the more they wanted each other. What Chris loved about Shane's arse was how tight and hot and sweet it always was. "Fuck, nothing on earth feels as good as you." He moaned into Shane's ear, causing a shiver to slither down his spine. "There's nothing better than feeling you around me, baby. You are so fucking sweet." In response, Shane clenched around Chris' cock, making him hiss. "Oh fuck baby, that feels so good but don't. If you do that I'm gonna come." Chris groaned, loosely coiling an arm around Shane's neck. "Do you plan on moving anytime soon?" Shane growled. "If you're good." Chris exhaled. "Chris...Oh fuuuuck!" Shane's protest turned into a cry of pleasure when Chris pulled back and rammed his full length into him. Shane's toes curled, when Chris began to thrust into him in long, driving strokes, pumping into him nice, slow and deep, working that prostate for all it was worth. With his eyes closed in optimal pleasure, Chris scattered soft kisses along Shane's temple even as he fucked deep into him. His other hand moved to Shane's nipples, pulling and twisting that taut flesh between his fingers almost painfully. That felt so good it sent Shane to another level altogether. Shane loved it when Chris was rough and gentle at the same time...as he was being that very moment. His cock had hardened up again, his balls heavy and full. Just as he thought he needed Chris' hand on his cock, the hand around his neck moved down to wrap around his cock. Just a week of non-stop loving and they were so in tune to each other's needs, each gave exactly what the other craved. It felt like they were in sync with each other, making their love-making intense and breathtakingly satisfying. "Feels so good, Chris. So fucking good." Shane breathed shakily as his hand moved back to hold Chris' head. Then even as he thrust back against Chris, Shane turned his head, seeking Chris' mouth. With a low, rumbling moan that sent blissful tingles through Shane, Chris took his mouth in a devouring kiss as he knew Shane wanted. As Shane got lost in the taste of Chris, he felt Chris nudge his feet apart, filling him even more perfectly, the head of that sweet cock, gliding even more insistently over his prostate. With Chris' mouth on his, Chris' hand on his cock stroking him, Chris' fingers on his nipples and Chris fucking into him slow and deep, Shane became a whimpering mess. He didn't know where he ended and Chris began. He felt Chris everywhere. Sensations within Shane were heightened to the point where he practically lost what little control he had left. "Oh God." Shane tore his mouth away from Chris' and cried out. He was overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations within. Feeling like he was going to fly apart, he instinctively tensed up and clamped down on Chris like a fucking vise, drawing a surprised cry from Chris. Allowing his head to fall forward onto Shane's bare shoulder, Chris sank his teeth into Shane's shoulder. It wasn't too hard to bruise but it wasn't too light that Shane wouldn't feel it either. A low growl at the exquisite bite, tore out of Shane as his head fell back in deliciously erotic abandon, his body jerking as sharp need arrowed to his already aching balls. Too soon, he felt an intense orgasm barreling through him. "Chris..." Shane's impassioned cry told Chris all he needed to know. Shane was about to fall apart. Chris nudged Shane's feet further apart and pumped harder, faster and deeper into him, whishing he could see Shane's face when his orgasm finally hit. Chris never wanted to miss that erotic look on Shane. It always made his heart soar. But of course in his current position, he knew he couldn't have that. "Come with me, baby. I need you to come with me..." Chris breathed into Shane's ear just before he slid his tongue into it, mimicking the movement of his cock fucking into Shane. Shane didn't stand a chance. As the first cum shot out of him, he squeezed his muscles so tightly around Chris, Chris didn't have any choice but to follow him into that euphoric bliss. Chris' whole body jerked hard as with an animal roar, he came so hard, Shane felt every release. And as Chris heated his insides with his hot essence, Shane cried out as he kept shooting his own load all over the desk. At the back of his mind, Shane was so relieved and thankful that his study was sound proof. How would he be able to look his house staff in the eye again if they heard their boss screaming with uncontrollable passion? Fuck! Shane fell onto his desk in blissful exhaustion, loving it when Chris collapsed against him, still contracting rhythmically inside him. Their breathless pants echoed throughout the office. "Oh fuck, Chris." Shane gasped, when he felt Chris' orgasmic tremors finally die away. "That was...that was... oh fuck" He laughed breathlessly, feeling too wired to string together a thought. "You okay?" "More than okay." Chris moaned as he entwined the fingers on each hand with Shane's. "That was amazing. You are amazing." He breathed. After a while, Chris got off Shane and slowly pulled out his spent cock, drawing a moan of pleasure from Shane. Shane really couldn't bring himself to get off the desk because he didn't think his legs would be able to hold him up. Chris reached beneath Shane and pulled out the towel and quickly wiped and zipped himself up. Then he proceeded to wipe Shane clean. He had to go down on his knees in order to wipe the cum that had dribbled down Shane's thighs. And when Chris looked at Shane's well used hole, he couldn't resist leaning in to give it a slow lick. "What the...Chris what are you doing?" Shane gasped and tried to stand up but Chris' hand quickly shot up onto Shane's lower back to hold him down. Unintentionally, Chris' hand landed and pressed down on that endogenous zone that always drove Shane crazy with lust. It was purely accidental. But it helped get Shane to stay put to allow Chris to give him a real good licking. "Oh fuck Chris, that feels amazing." Shane gasped, gyrating his hips slowly against Chris' incredibly marvelous tongue. Chris' intention was not to get Shane off. He'd simply wanted to sooth that puckered hole, knowing that after taking such a pounding, the feel of his wet tongue on that winking star would be wonderful. What he hadn't envisaged was the erotic sounds that tore out of Shane's throat. The sounds of his pleasure slid over Chris like a caress. Shane Lewis was unadulterated erotic sex, personified, Chris couldn't help but think. After giving one of his favourite parts on Shane a good tongue bath, Chris pressed a kiss and a long wet lick on that pleasure spot on Shane's lower back and stood up, grinning naughtily at Shane's hoarse cry of lust. "Shit Chris." Shane growled. "You really must stop this habit of teasing me out of my fucking mind. I just might return the favour one of these days." Shane breathed as he rolled onto his back, sporting a throbbing erection. "I couldn't help myself." Chris chuckled. "You have an incredible ass." "Don't say I didn't warn you when that day comes." Shane groaned as he sat up. Chris laughed as he stepped between Shane's thighs. "Want me to take care of this now or later in bed?" He husked as his hand went to the erect dick jutting out between Shane's legs. Shane gasped when Chris closed his hand around his cock. "Later." He whispered as he reached up to pull Chris' head down for a kiss. He plundered Chris' mouth till they had to come up for air or suffocate. "Damn, you're a hell of a good kisser, baby." Shane whispered against Chris' swollen lips. "You've got the sweetest and sexiest mouth ever. I could kiss you over and over and over and not get enough." "Such a sweet talker, Mr. Lewis." Chris purred, leaning forward to kiss Shane on his neck. "I could get used to such talk." Shane laughed. "Did you really just fuck me, still fully dressed?" Shane murmured. "Have a problem with that?" Chris retorted, wrapping his arms around Shane's waist and kissing him gently on the mouth. "I think it's hot." Shane breathed as he pushed Chris back and jumped off his desk. "The problem, however, has to do with that." Shane said, pointing at the camera in the corner of his study. "Oh fuck, Shane." Chris gasped. "I didn't know there was a camera in here. "Were we being wat..." "Settle down cowboy." Shane chuckled as he pulled up his shorts. Then he went to the bookshelf in the study and pulled one of the books forward. Chris' eyes widened when the whole shelf slid aside to reveal a safe in the wall. It was a really big safe. Shane punched in a code and opened it. Then he reached inside and pulled out a small CD. "We were not being watched." Shane said as he closed the safe and clicked everything back into place. "Everything is on this." He held up the CD. "Good to know." Chris said with a raised brow. "What are you going to do with that?" He asked with his arms folded across his broad chest. "What do you wanna do with it?" Shane threw back. "I want to watch it." Chris stated with all seriousness. Shane paused in the process of pulling on his t-shirt and looked at Chris. "Really?" "You asked." Shane shrugged. "Know what I missed in all this?" Chris pointed at the desk, referring to their latest sexual encounter. "What?" Shane asked, curious. He quickly pulled on his t-shirt and turned to fully face Chris. "Your face when you orgasmed." Chris breathed huskily. "You should see your face when you're coming, baby. Absolutely stunning!" "Oh fuck!" Shane whispered, feeling his cock jerk in his pants. Chris had a way with words, that always left Shane breathless and aroused. This time wasn't any different. "What do you say?" Chris husked, coiling his arms around Shane's waist. "Please." Chris whispered, leaning down to nuzzle Shane's neck. "Come on, it'll be fun." "Fine. We can watch it in bed this evening." Shane relented. "But we destroy it immediately we're done. Too many scandals involving sex tapes." Shane said, stepping out of Chris' embrace to wipe his desk. When he was done, he punched in a password on his computer. "Deleted!" He said happily. "You had it on your laptop?" Chris asked, going to sit in the comfortable couch. "Uh-huh. The CD is the backup." "So if you knew we were being recorded, why didn't you say something?" Chris asked, turning to lean against Shane's shoulder when Shane sat beside him on the couch. "You didn't give me the chance to think, fucker." Shane chuckled, turning in the seat so that Chris' back was against his chest. "But then, when I'm around you, my brain seems not to function." Shane murmured, wrapping his arms around Chris. "Yeah I'm hot like that." Chris purred, making Shane erupt with laughter. "You sure are." Shane laughed. "Were you able to finish whatever you went home to do?" Chris froze. This was it, he thought. "Shane?" Shane's heart started to pound. 'Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.' He chanted in his head. Was Chris going to drop a bombshell? Why the sudden tenseness? Had he done something wrong? Did Chris want to call it quits? If he was going to break up with him he wouldn't have said he wanted them to watch the sex tape, would he? And what about what they'd just done? Maybe it was a goodbye fuck. What did he do wrong? Maybe he did something inappropriate when they'd gone to meet the squad the day bef... "Shane!" Shane started when he heard Chris shout his name and realized Chris was no longer leaning against him but was rather facing him. He blinked and focused on Chris' mouth. Why was he shouting? Unbreakable Bond Ch. 07 "Why are you shouting?" Shane asked quietly. "You zonked out of me that's why." Chris said with concern in his eyes. "Are you okay?" Shane nodded. "What were you going to tell me?" Shane asked. "I want to go see Auntie Syl. But I'm scared to death." Chris moaned. "Is that it?" Shane asked anxiously. "Is that what you wanted to tell me?" "Yes. Wait! What did you think I was going to say?" Chris asked with a frown on his face. And when he saw Shane let out a huge sigh of relief, he got even more curious. "Shane?" "I just...fuck...the way you tensed up. I..." The guilty look on Shane's face said it all. "Don't tell me you actually thought..." Chris couldn't even bring himself to say the words. He sighed deeply. "Listen, you silly man, you're stuck with me, got it?" Chris growled and waited till Shane nodded. "Don't you ever forget that." He leaned forward to press a soft kiss on Shane's mouth. "Now where was I?" "Why are you so terrified of the idea of seeing her?" Shane took Chris' hands in his. "She's a human being, Chris. You see her, you tell her what's on your mind, add the fact that whether she forgives you or not, you're gonna fuck the shit out of her son, and allow him to deep-dick you anytime he wants... What can she do? What's the worst that can happen?" 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 in 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 OS (old school) 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 see 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. Chris had never seen anything so blatantly sexy. Beyonce's 'Drunk in Love' was playing in the background, adding to the sexual tension in the room. Chris was breathing hard, his face flushed with lust. Shane was pure sex for sure. He revealed his hot body, inch after glorious inch so slowly that it felt like he was putting up a strip show. It was totally hot! "You're a sexy bastard." Chris muttered, licking at his lips as his hand sped up on his cock. "Shane..." Chris gave a broken whimper as his pupils dilated. "Don't you dare come, Chris Donovan." Shane growled. "I can't not..." "Stop stroking." Shane used his boardroom voice, brooking no argument. "You're killing me here." Chris groaned, letting go of his heavily leaking cock. His fingers went to his hardened nipples, pinching and pulling on them as he watched Shane strip through hooded eyes. When Shane's boxer briefs, which was the final item finally came off, Chris gave a lustful moan, his eyes riveted on Shane's mammoth throbbing erection. "Now will you fuck me already..." He growled, spreading his legs. "Impatient aren't we?" Shane muttered, turning away from the bed. "Where the fuck are you going?" Chris growled when Shane turned away from him instead of coming to him as he'd expected. He sat up and watched as Shane went to sit in a... "Tantra chair?" He asked, shocked as his eyes landed on the chair in a corner of the room. "Why the fuck do you have a Tantra chair in here?" "Just shut up and come over here." Shane couldn't suppress his grin at the look on Chris' face. This had better be worth it, Shane thought as he poured lube onto his throbbing erection and relaxed against the backrest. When Chris got to Shane, he didn't have to ask what to do. He already knew. Chris threw a leg over Shane and slapped Shane's hand off his cock, making way for his own hand instead. Then looking into Shane's eyes with his own aroused ones, Chris slowly lowered himself onto Shane's cock. "Oh fuck..." Shane breathed as his eyes fluttered close. With a gasped, Chris balanced himself with a hand on Shane's shoulder and slowly eased himself down, feeling the thick, waiting length of Shane probing eagerly at the tight, moist entrance of his body. "Christ." Chris's voice was a husky gasp as he carefully slid himself down, inch by inch till he completely took all of Shane inside, fitting himself to Shane. The blissful sensations that twirled through Chris was too much his eyes fluttered shut on their own accord. The sensation of being filled and stretched by Shane was incredible. Thanks to the angle of the chair, Shane fitted so smugly and perfectly inside him, Chris was nearly going out of his mind with pleasure. He heard Shane's lustful moan and opened his eyes to see Shane's head thrown back and his jaw clenched, obviously trying to control himself. Chris stared down into Shane's stark face, his thumb moving up to rub softly against Shane's lower lip. Shane opened his eyes when he felt Chris' thumb on his lip and stared up into Chris' beautiful eyes, losing himself in the passion he saw in those striking passion-glazed eyes. "You feel so fucking good." Shane whispered. Shane reached out and closed his hands around Chris' waist and he surged upward, driving deep into him. Chris cried out in agonizing pleasure as he felt Shane stretch him even more and nail his gland in just one thrust. It felt so good he was seeing stars. He gripped Shane's shoulders tightly and gave himself up to an intoxicating rhythm. It was a wild exhilarating ride, all muscle and driving energy. And when Chris leaned forward and started passionately kissing Shane, everything around him ceased to exist. There was no past to haunt him, no future to fear...there was only Shane and that very moment. Shane was all that mattered. When it became necessary to draw in some air, they broke off the kiss and Chris sat upright and began to ride Shane with obvious intent, hard and rhythmically. Shane had never seen anything so breathtakingly captivating. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sexy hunk sitting on his lap with the most delicious wanton look on his face, his swollen lips slightly apart as he panted from lust and his exertions. The look in Chris' beautifully intense eyes told Shane better than words, not only how much Chris was getting off on what was going on, but also how much he adored Shane. Shane didn't need to be a rocket scientist to see that. "I love you." Shane whispered. "Oh damn..." Chris breathed as his eyes closed. The thrill of hearing those words and feeling Shane driving him to ecstatic frantic heights was too much. Every thrust against Shane took him higher, pushed him to the edge. He felt Shane everywhere, even in his bones, as though they were actually one. He'd never felt so close to anyone...had never wanted anyone so much...had never loved anyone so much... "Shane..." He whispered brokenly. "Shane..."If Chris had opened his eyes at that particular moment and seen the look on Shane's face...eyes filled with so much love and tenderness, nothing would have stopped him from blurting out what was in his heart. Not even the need to apologize to Sylvia Lewis before declaring his love for her son. When Shane heard his name being whispered desperately by Chris and felt him tense up, he knew Chris was about to lose it. Just as he felt the tiny convulsions begin deep within Chris, Shane surged upward, knowing from the way Chris eyes rolled back that he was pressing against that sweet spot. "Let go baby." Shane whispered. Wild horses couldn't have stopped the scream that tore out of Chris as he shot between them, his world exploding. It had never felt so good to scream. He writhed against Shane as he rode the waves of bliss. It was so good it was almost unbearable. Immediately Chris went slack against Shane, Shane stood with Chris in his arms, as if he weighed nothing. And then still buried deeply inside Chris, Shane turned around and sat back down on the Tantra chair so that Chris' back rested against the backrest instead. Shane placed Chris' feet on his own hips and then gripped Chris' arse firmly. In that position, Shane not only succeeded in opening Chris up for deeper thrusts, but also had total control of their movement. And when Shane began to move inside Chris, Chris' thoughts splintered and shattered. He'd never felt Shane more deeply inside him. And with a look of pure bliss on his face, Shane proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of Chris. It was so deep, intense and breathtakingly good Chris almost passed out. Their deep moans, whimpers, grunts and cries filled the room. "Oh fuuuuuck!" Shane cried out as his body took complete control, demanding release. Shane felt his orgasm slithering along his spine but wanted to make it last. He slowed down and ever so gently, swayed his hips against Chris, rocking back and forth as he thrust with agonizing slowness inside him. He looked down between then and saw that Chris was hard again. With a mischievous smile, Shane leaned forward and latched on to one of Chris' distended nipples. He gently gripped the taut flesh between his teeth, and then flicked the tip of his tongue across the nipple. The sensation that rushed through Chris was so powerful he thought he was having an out of body experience. "Oh God, Shane please..." Chris whimpered, not even knowing what he was pleading for. His head thrashed from side to side as a new wave of pleasure began to build within him, coiling low in his belly. "Oh my God." Chris breathed. And when Shane moved onto the other nipple and increased his thrusts, a bolt of such intense ecstasy shot him, he pulled Shane's head up from his nipple and slammed his mouth on his, devouring Shane's mouth with the same intensity of the sensations sweeping through his whole body. Tightening his grip on Chris arse, Shane angled his hips and stroked over and over that sensitive gland inside him. He was tireless, relentless, fucking Chris deep and hard until Chris' mind lost control of his body and came undone. And when an even more powerful orgasm tore through Chris, Shane was right there with him, flooding Chris' contracting channel with the warm evidence of his passion, matching Chris spasm for spasm, groan for groan, and scream for scream. They trembled and shook together as their passion left them in a state so blissful and surreal it was almost euphoric. Shane collapsed against Chris as they both tried to catch their breath. He couldn't resist nuzzling his face in the crook of Chris' neck as they both gasped for breath. When they both calmed down, Chris looked at Shane with a bemused and tender expression on his face. "Damn, you're full of surprises." Chris croaked. "Care to tell me what a Tantra chair is doing in here?" Shane's body shook with laughter as he sat up. "You can ask my crazy designer when you meet her. I didn't know what it was, till she insisted I google it. When I did, I politely asked her to take it out but the silly woman insisted that it will come of use one day. I really wasn't in the mood for an argument so I let it stay." "What changed your mind about using it? My hot body?" Chris smirked teasingly. "That." Shane kissed him softly on the lip. "And the fact that I love your sexy arse." Chris laughed. "You have to give her a reward or something. That was off the fucking hook. It was so good." Chris leaned his head back with a sigh. "Ever used one?" Shane couldn't mask the hint of jealousy in his voice and Chris picked up on it immediately. Chris laughed. "Not yet." He answered honestly. "Been planning to. Just haven't gotten round to it." He drew Shane down to kiss him softly on the mouth. "I'm glad my first experience was with you." He murmured against Shane's lips. "Damn, it was good." "Loved it that much huh?" Shane chuckled, dropping tiny kisses along Chris' exposed neck. "Dude, I just came twice with not even one touch to my cock. Now, that has never happened before." Chris sounded dazed. "Damn!" "I'm glad I kept it." Shane laughed softly. "We have about two hours to land." Shane murmured, staring down between them, where they were still joined. "Want to catch some sleep?" He looked back up at Chris. "I don't think I can sleep, Shane." Chris moaned as Shane pulled out of him. "Come on, let's go take a shower. Then maybe we can..." Shane trailed off when the phone started to ring. He stood up and walked to the bedside table to pick up the receiver. "Marie?" "Hello, Mr. Lewis." Came the hostess' small voice. "I wanted to know whether you're ready to eat please." "A moment please." Shane covered the mouthpiece and turned to Chris. "Would you want to eat?" "I don't think I can keep anything down right now." Chris muttered. Shane's eyes widened. "You don't think you can sleep, you don't think you can eat... Are you saying after all that, I still couldn't get your mind off... whatever?" Shane threw his hand up in frustration. "You look adorable when you get flustered." Chris grinned, attempting to stand. "Oh fuck, I can't feel my legs." He groaned, sitting back down. "Marie we won't eat. But we'll be out for some drinks later. Thanks." Shane informed the hostess and hung up. Then he went to Chris and pulled him up into his arms, loving it when Chris completely relaxed against him. Blue's 'You Make Me Wanna' was playing and the two men slowly swayed to the song. "You make me wanna call you in the middle of the night..." Shane sang along softly. "You make me wanna hold you till the morning light. You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall, you make me wanna surrender my soul. I know this is a feeling that I just can't fight. You're the first and last thing on my mind. You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall, you make me wanna surrender my soul." "You really should sing to me more." Chris whispered, making Shane laugh softly. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 07 "I'm just waiting for you to start feeling your legs, Princess." Shane murmured. "Fuck you." Chris shook with laughter. "What if I never feel them aga...What the..." But Chris exclamation turned into more laughter when he found his head pointing to the floor. Shane had picked him up fireman style and was headed for the bathroom. "You're such an asshole." He laughed even harder when Shane put him down in the shower. "Would you rather I'd picked you up bridal style?" Shane drawled, pouring shampoo into Chris' hair. "I will kill you if you do that." Chris' growl quickly turned into a moan as Shane massaged his scalp. "God, that feels good." Chris breathed. When they eventually got back into the room, Chris fell into bed butt naked and covered his head with a pillow, making Shane laugh. By the time Shane finished cleaning the Tanta chair, Chris was snoring softly. Shane got into bed beside his man and pushed the pillow off his head. He looked at how young and peaceful Chris looked in his sleep and wanted to protect him against the world...even his mother. He was grateful that Chris was asleep since he couldn't worry in his sleep. Shane hoped his mother wouldn't be too hard on Chris as the man was already regretful of his actions and terrified to boot. He'd called his mother to tell her he was on his way to discuss something important with her. Shane had however not told Sylvia that he was coming with the love of his life or Chris for that matter. He hoped his stinginess with information would rather work in Chris' favour and not the other way round. He was worried about the meeting too but he didn't think it was necessary to let Chris know. Shane said a silent prayer that his mother would forgive Chris and accept him. With a deep sigh, he pulled up the covers over their bodies and promptly went to sleep too. *** "Take a deep breath." Shane murmured, running his thumb over Chris' lower lip. They were in Sylvia Lewis' driveway. Shane was regretting riding in front with the chauffer, on the drive from the airport. He was regretting because during that short ride, Chris had managed to work himself up again. Shane couldn't help but blame himself because if he had sat with Chris...and probably held his hand or something, Chris wouldn't have been in the state he was right then. They were out of the car with Chris' back against the car and Shane's body pressed against Chris'. "That's it." Shane murmured as he watched Chris do as he'd directed. "Now, know that I'll be with you every step of the way. Okay?" Shane waited till Chris nodded. His hand moved discreetly down to Chris' arse and gave it a light squeeze. "Still feel me in there?" He whispered against Chris' ear. "Yes." Chris whispered wondering how Shane would even think he didn't feel him inside him after that intense fuck on the plane. Hell, he was going to feel Shane for days to come. And Chris loved it. "Good." Shane breathed as his wet tongue came out to lick sensuously at Chris' lips. "Just as you feel me, know that I'm always with you...even if I'm not beside you. Okay?" But Shane didn't wait for Chris to respond. He simply took his mouth in a kiss so deep and yet so sweet, Chris just melted against him. *** Sylvia Lewis stood at the window of her study, watching as her son kissed another man in her driveway. She had been about to go out and meet Shane when she realized how intimately he was pressed up against the man he was with. She wasn't angry at all. She didn't care whether her son was gay or not as she knew since he was a young boy that he was. But although her son had told her that his onetime sexual encounter with Lizzie had been a mistake, Sylvia knew that Shane had sexual relations with women once in a while. She had therefore assumed Shane was straight now since she'd never seen him with any other guy apart from... Well, that was in the past, Sylvia shook her head to clear her mind. All she wanted was for her son to be happy and if this man made him happy, so be it, Sylvia thought with a smile. And looking at the way Shane was kissing the man, Sylvia didn't have to be a genius to know that her son loved and adored the man. It was there in Shane's body language. And though Sylvia couldn't see the man's face, she could tell he didn't dislike her son's attention. Sylvia laughed softly. She'd never seen her son openly show affection to anyone besides family, like he was doing right there in her driveway. It was as if he didn't care who knew. Love could do that to people, Sylvia thought with joy as she watched Shane scatter kisses all over the man's face. He was saying something to the man but the man wasn't talking back. Sylvia wondered what her son was saying though she knew it wasn't any of her business. She was just so excited and thrilled, seeing Shane like that. It was about time. Sylvia watched as Shane leaned his forehead against the man's and couldn't help the delighted laughter that tore out of her. Her son was such a romantic. She was seeing a totally different side of Shane. Sylvia actually felt like she was watching a movie. It was that sappy. She sighed when Shane finally stepped away from the man, who was built just like Shane but slightly taller. Sylvia wanted so much to see the person who had managed to mend and steal her son's broken heart. And when she finally got a look at the face of the man, Sylvia Lewis gasped. "Chris Donovan!" She whispered. "Oh my God!" Sylvia leaned against her desk with her hand on her chest staring at the study door. She didn't know what to think. And when a soft knock sounded on the door, Sylvia couldn't even find her voice to ask whoever it was to come in. The door opened anyway, to reveal the handsome face of her son. "Ma." Shane said softly, instantly knowing from the look on his mother's face that not only had she seen them, but she also knew who Chris was. Shane was a bit surprised because the last time his mother had seen Chris, he was a young boy. Chris was all grown up now but his mother had still obviously made him out. That was rather remarkable, Shane couldn't help but think. Shane pulled Chris in after him and closed the door. Whilst Sylvia stared at Chris, the two men stared at her. And the look on Chris' face... Sylvia Lewis suddenly understood the scene she'd witnessed out in her driveway. She had a fair idea of what her son had been saying to his man. Sylvia cleared her throat and moved her gaze onto her son. "Leave us Shane." "Ma..." "Please." Sylvia whispered, her eyes pleading with her son. "I'll be right outside." Shane told Chris and then pressed a kiss on his cheek and left, closing the door behind him. Sylvia's turned her eyes back on Chris. And without a word, opened her arms to him. Chris didn't hesitate for a second. He went into Sylvia's arms and simply let go of all the emotions that had been running through him the past week that he'd decided to finally see Shane's mother and ask for forgiveness. He sobbed like a child. "I'm so sorry Auntie Syl." He kept repeating as his huge frame shook with deep wracking sobs. "Shhh...it's okay, Chris." Sylvia soothed, rubbing her hand on Chris' back. "It's okay." And when Chris eventually quieted down, Sylvia pulled him into a plush couch and gave him a box of tissues, making Chris laugh shakily. "Thanks." He murmured, wiping at his wet cheeks but it was no use as the tears kept flowing. "Want some water?" Sylvia asked but didn't wait for a response. She stood up and went to a tabletop fridge and took out a bottle of water. She opened it herself and handed it to Chris who gave her a grateful watery smile. "Thanks Auntie Syl." Chris said quietly after drinking all the water. "And sorry about your dress." He added pointed to the wet patch on Sylvia's shoulder. "Don't worry about it." Sylvia said touching the patch with a smile on her face. "So why in God's name did you do that to my Nick?" Eyes so much like Shane's stared intently at Chris. "He's never been able to tell me. I had an idea what must have happened. But I'd like to know the truth from you. What exactly did he do to you?" Sylvia wasn't angry. Just curious. Chris couldn't look her in the eye. He stared at his shoes. He really didn't know where to begin because his reason for doing what he'd done sounded so silly. Finally Chris took a deep breath and turned to face Shane's mother. "I loved him, Auntie Syl." Chris said quietly. "I knew that." Sylvia responded, making Chris' eyes widen. "You did?" Chris whispered. "Son, I'm older than the two of you. Go on." "Auntie, how well did you know my father?" Chris asked. "Enough to know he could be an asshole." Sylvia chuckled. "But he was a good man. Why?" "He hated homosexuals." Chris said simply. Sylvia sighed. "I knew that too." "You... So..." Chris didn't know what to say. "Why do you think I left?" Sylvia took Chris' hand in hers. "I knew there was going to be hell if your father got home and heard anything. I wasn't going to let my son go through that. So I ran." Sylvia patted the back of Chris hand. "I knew the two of you were in love but I didn't think it was hurting anyone. Besides, your father wasn't even around much to notice anyway. Shane had been so unhappy because of the death of his father and brother, I actually thought I was losing him too. Then you came along and everything changed. He was happy. At a point I thought he saw you as a brother...you know. But as the days went by, I realized it was more than that. But..." Sylvia shrugged. "I just didn't think it would harm anyone. I mean you were only there on vacation right? You would have gone back home. The two of you would have probably stay in touch for a while and then forgotten about the whole thing. You were just kids. So yes, I didn't think you were hurting anyone so I let it go. Enough of my rambling. Tell me what happened." After what Sylvia had just revealed, Chris felt comfortable enough to tell her what had happened and how he'd felt, just as he'd explained to Damon and Shane himself. He didn't leave out anything. He felt he owed the woman the truth at least. He left the part about his suicide attempt though. "So that's what happened and I'm so sorry I acted like a beast. I know it will be difficult but please find it in your heart to forgive me, Auntie Syl." Chris pleaded. Sylvia Lewis shook her head and pulled Chris into her arms. "I forgave you a long time ago, Chris." "Thank you very much." Chris rasped as he pulled out of Sylvia's embrace. "You have no idea how much that means to me." "You said you loved my son..." "I still love him, Auntie Syl." Chris said quickly. "I'm so much in love with him, I can't imagine life without him. I haven't been able to tell him though." "And why's that?" "I just didn't think it was right telling him that when I hadn't asked for your forgiveness yet." "Do I take it coming here was your idea then?" Sylvia raised an eyebrow. Chris nodded. "Yes." "Could have fooled me." Sylvia laughed. "Because that scene out there...looked to me like he was talking you into it." "I was terrified." Chris whispered. Sylvia nodded her understanding. "Unlike my son, who was so devastated he never wanted to hear your name again, I made sure I knew what was happening to you, Chris." She said softly. "What... Really?" Chris looked shocked. "Uh-huh." Sylvia nodded. "I was even at your father's funeral." At Chris' almost bulging eyes, Sylvia laughed. "I was so proud of the man you'd become. You did good." Chris was suddenly overwhelmed with so many emotions, he reached out and covered Sylvia's ears with his hands and let out an ear-splitting scream. "Oh my God, Chris you are crazy." Sylvia started laughing just as Shane barged into the study." "What the fuck is..." Shane started but got cut off by his mother. "Language son." Sylvia admonished. "Sorry Ma. I heard you scream." Shane addressed a grinning Chris. "Err...didn't your mother ever tell you it was rude to eavesdrop?" Chris drawled, making Sylvia Lewis laugh even harder. "Dude, you screamed." Shane growled. "Do I take it you guys are okay?" Shane asked softly, not missing how red Chris' eyes were from crying so much. He'd heard Chris crying...had wanted to come to him, but hadn't wanted to intrude. "What did you expect?" Sylvia asked, getting to her feet. "That I would kill your man? Come here." She drew Shane into her arms and hugged him fiercely. "Don't you have something to tell him?" Sylvia asked Chris when she stepped away from Shane. Chris smiled. "I sure do." He said giving Shane a look that he felt all the way down to his toes. "What did you want to tell me?" Shane was suddenly short of breath. But before Chris could say anything, Sylvia was speaking. "Well, get on with it." She said, heading for the door. "I'll see to dinner." "What was that all about?" Shane asked when his mother closed the door. "Come sit." Chris said, patting the space beside him on the couch. When Shane sat, Chris got off the couch, knelt between his legs and rested his head on Shane's thighs. And he just stayed quiet, enjoying the feel of Shane's fingers running through his hair. "Shane?" Chris raised his head and looked up into Shane's eyes. "Uh-huh?" Somehow, Shane knew what Chris was about to say. It was all there in his eyes. "I'm a hundred percent, massively...actually, annoyingly crazy in love with you." Chris said softly. "I thought I should tell you." The breath left Shane in a rush, the shock of the intensely spoken words flowing through him like a wave of fiery heat. "I know." Shane said, his voice hoarse. "Fuck you." Chris growled, and even through the emotions wreaking havoc on his thoughts and heart at that particular moment, Shane burst into laughter. "You're spoiling my moment you asshole." "Sorry but it's no secret. At least not to me." Shane laughed, placing soft kisses on Chris' eyelids. "Even with my legendary poker face, I couldn't hide how I felt about you. How much more you?" Shane chuckled. "Who else said anything about..." "You don't want me to go there dude." Shane pulled Chris onto the couch and shifted to rest his head on Chris' thighs, facing up and looking into Chris' love-filled eyes. "Even Adele knows you're in love with me." "What?" "Yes." Shane chuckled. "Apparently we were looking at each other like the princesses and princes do when they're in love. Oh and one more thing...we kissed." "Oh my God." Chris groaned. "The cake place. She saw us after all." "Not just there. In fact I even kissed your hand whilst I was driving. And remember that red-light kiss?" "She was asleep then." Chris groaned. That had happened when they were on their way to drop Adele. Chris remembered clearly when they'd stopped at a red light and just turned towards each other and kissed till the car behind then had honked when the light turned green. Adele had been asleep. "So we both thought. She wasn't." Shane said dryly. "What's the saying? 'Out of the mouth of babes'. So you see? I've known for a while now that you're hopelessly in love with me." Shane grinned. "Cocky aren't we?" Chris leaned down to softly kiss Shane. It was a short kiss, followed by a longer, passionate one, then Chris withdrew and sucked Shane's lower lip into his mouth, and then plunged in for another deep kiss. By the time he released Shane's mouth, they were both breathing harshly. "When exactly did you know?" He husked against Shane's lips. "Fuck." Shane breathed trying to remember what they'd been talking about. He could feel Chris' hardness beneath his head and his own bulge couldn't be hidden. "Remember the first time I told you I loved you?" Shane rasped as his hand went down to adjust himself. "I'll never forget that day." Chris muttered. "Well, you actually said it first. You just did it in a different way." Shane breathed. "You said something about the way you were feeling... and not surviving if I were to have an ulterior motive." Shane had a faraway look in his eyes. "I never thought you would ever say these words actually." "Why?" Chris' eyes darkened with need as he watched Shane's tongue come out to lick his kiss-swollen lips. Shane shrugged. "It's just...not you." That answer surprised Chris, not because Shane was wrong...because he was actually right. What surprised Chris was the fact that Shane had picked up on that. Chris had never been one to show affection, how much more say mushy stuff. But he thought he'd been doing a good job with Shane. Looked like he wasn't after all, Chris thought with a grimace. "Would you want me to tell you sometimes?" Chris asked softly. Shane went quiet for a moment. "Some truths have to be spoken to be real, but not this one." He said quietly. "I don't care if you don't tell me 'cause I know you do." Chris wasn't fooled for a second. "Bullshit!" Chris muttered. "I love you Shane Nicolas Lewis. And I'm going to tell you every day. That's a promise." Shane covered his eyes with his arm to hide the tears that sprung to his eyes. But Chris pushed Shane's arm away and gathered him into his arms, hugging the shit out of him. And that was how Sylvia Lewis found them when she opened the door to tell them dinner was ready. After a lovely dinner, they relaxed in Sylvia's beautiful garden and had a long relaxing chat. Chris told Sylvia about his work and other things he did besides banking, and she told him about her charity work. They had a lot of laughs, especially when the topic turned to Adele. "She's something else." Shane said as he stood up. "Chris, I have to take you to the hotel..." "What?" Sylvia frowned. "Chris is sleeping right here. In this house." She said sternly, brooking no argument. "Your bag has already been placed in your room, Chris. You're in the room next to Shane's." Sylvia said, getting to her feet. She'd known the bag was for Chris because her son never had to bring an overnight bag. She kissed both men and said her goodnights. "Come see me before you sleep, Shane." "Okay Ma." Upstairs, Shane went into the room meant for Chris and retrieved Chris' bag. Then he drew a surprised Chris after him into his own room. "Dude, I'm supposed to be in the other room. I don't want to go against your mother's wishes. What will she think if she..." Chris gasped when Shane pushed him against the now closed door and slammed his mouth on his, kissing him hard. "I'm not sleeping without you in my bed." Shane murmured against Chris' lips and plunged in again, rubbing his tongue maddeningly slowly against the roof of Chris' mouth. Shane would have smirked at the uncontrollable moan that rumbled within Chris' chest if his mouth hadn't been busy. He knew how that tongue-to-the-roof move always drove Chris crazy. And he needed Chris to be out of his mind with lust that very moment, in order to get his mind off his mother's silly sleeping arrangement. Shane felt Chris trembling with arousal as he moved his lips down to suck hard on his neck. "I've been wanting to do this since we got out of that car." He murmured. "Do what? Go all vampire on my neck?" Chris moaned as his hands went to Shane's waist. "That too." Shane breathed as his busy fingers found and started unbuckling Chris' belt. The belt came out of the loops, the zipper came undone and Shane went down on his knees in front of Chris. As he pulled Chris throbbing and already leaking member out of his pants, Shane looked up sexily at Chris and slowly licked the moist tip of his cock. "I wanted to take you into my mouth." He said and swallowed about one third of Chris' cock into his mouth, using his hand to rub the rest of the thick shaft. "Oh fuck." Chris groaned. "Shit, tell me this room is sound proof too, baby." Chris panted. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 07 Shane pulled off the cock in his mouth, long enough to answer, "It is." Then went right back to sucking Chris to a delicious orgasm. After licking Chris clean, Shane stood up with a naughty grin on his face. "Liked that?" "Need you ask?" Chris tried to catch his breath. "God, you're a beast. What have I unleashed?" Chris breathed, looking into Shane's twinkling eyes. "You're simply amazing and I love you to destruction." Chris muttered and covered Shane's mouth with a passionate kiss. "Damn, that was fucking incredible." He gasped. "Glad you approve." Shane smirked, zipping Chris up. "You can hit the showers whilst I go and talk to my mother." Shane said, bending to pick up Chris' back which he'd dropped on the floor in his haste to drive Chris out of his mind. "For real?" Chris muttered, watching as Shane placed his bag on the bed. "You just got off my dick and you're going to talk to your mother? At least brush your teeth first, fucker." Chris said making Shane laugh and turn towards their en suite bathroom. *** "There you are." Sylvia Lewis said when Shane entered her bedroom. She was sitting in bed with her back against the headboard, reading. She removed her reading glasses and patted the space beside her. "Come sit here." Shane toed off his loafers and went to sit beside his mother. "Before you say anything, I'm not sleeping in a separate room." He stated. Sylvia turned to stare at her son for a moment and then burst into laughter. "I didn't expect you to son. Even when you were kids, I couldn't stop you two from sleeping in the same bed. Not going to try now." "I'm glad we understand each other." Shane grinned. "So... Chris huh?" Sylvia said softly. "Yes. Chris. Are you okay with it?" Shane asked quietly. "And what would you do if I wasn't?" Sylvia shot back. Shane gave a deep sign and shrugged. "I guess I'll be sad because I can't stop being with him, Ma. He makes me feel whole." Shane whispered. "Like that piece of myself that's always been missing has been filled. I just...after all he did to me, I told myself I was better off with him out of my life... I tried to convince myself that I hated him. I thought I was in control but... I just couldn't help myself." "Listen to me son, when you love someone, you have no control. That's what love is...being powerless." Sylvia gave a tremulous smile. "All he has to do is smile at me and suddenly, everything is perfect." Shane shook his head slowly, his eyes showing the intensity of feeling he had for Chris. "I guess it's true what they say huh? First cut is the deepest. I love him, Ma. I never stopped loving him. And when I saw him again, I just didn't stand a chance." Shane gave a deep sign. "I just hope I'm not making a mistake Ma." Shane whispered, finally letting out that tiny shred of uncertainty and fear. What better person to pour his heart to than his mother, he asked himself shakily. Sylvia turned and gathered her son into her arms. "You're not making a mistake son. You love him. And that boy loves you. Take a chance on him. And for the record, I still love him too." "Thanks Ma. You're the best." Shane murmured squeezing Sylvia lightly. "Thank you for forgiving him. He was a mess." Sylvia laughed softly as she sat back. "Well, unlike your stubborn self, I forgave him a long time ago. I made sure I knew where he was and what he did. I wanted to know that he was okay. I even attended Mr. Donovan's funeral." Sylvia picked up her book, suddenly looking like she was more interested in what had been written in there. She could feel the shock waves coming off her son and braced herself. Shane wasn't fooled by his mother's sudden interest in the book even for a second. Maybe if she'd been smart enough to put on her reading glasses... "What?" No wonder his mother had made Chris out so easily. To say Shane was shocked would be an understatement. "He was my boy, Shane. Get over it." Sylvia didn't even look up from her book. Shane looked at his mother's bent head for a moment. "I love you, Ma." He said and leaned forward to kiss his mother on the cheek. "Love you back, son. Now go be with your man." And that night, in Shane's bed, the two men didn't have sex. They simply held each other, grateful to whatever supreme power that had made their paths cross once again. *** "So Dean did this?" Shane asked as they went through the gate of Chris' classically elegant home. "Yep." "He's good. This is simply beautiful." Shane looked impressed. "Wait till you see the inside." Chris grinned. When they landed at the airport, Shane said they should come to Chris house to spend the night. He would go home in the morning and change for work. So there they were, with Shane excited about going round to see the beautiful work of architecture Dean had put up. "Wow!" Shane breathed when they entered the foyer. "This is classy. Don't you have a housekeeper or something?" "I do." Shane chuckled, looking through the mail on the unique table standing tall in the foyer. "Well my real housekeeper has traveled to take care of family business. The one I have now was supposed to step in for three months. Not as good as the original but...can't complain." Chris shrugged. "I'm sure she's probably out or something. I did tell her I was traveling and would be back today anyway so I'm sure she hasn't gone far. I'll just put my stuff upstairs." Chris said, picking up his bag and turning towards the stairs but the phone chose that moment to ring, making Chris groan. "Listen to it." Shane said, reaching for Chris' bag. "Let me take this up. Which room?" Shane asked as he started up the stairs. "First room to your left. Thanks." Chris called out as he reached for the phone. "Chris here..." Shane was so impressed with the work and skill that had gone into the building. When he got to the top of the stairs, he went to stand in front of a beautiful painting and admired it. He wasn't surprised Chris' home would have such a painting. The man loved art. When Shane got to the door to the room that Chris had said was his, he placed the bag on the floor and opened it. "It's about time, baby." Purred a guitar-shaped, naked red-head on the bed. Shane froze. The scene that met Shane's eye was like an erotic one, out of a karma sutra movie. The voluptuous lady on the bed was stark naked. She had on really high red fuck-me heels and her eyes were tied with what looked like a red neck tie. Scattered across the bed, like rose petals, were packets of condoms. Even those were red too. If not for the fact that Shane was too shocked and distracted, he would have laughed at the fact that Chris was expected to use all those condoms. What shocked him even more was the way the red-head was busily playing with herself. Shane almost laughed. "What are you waiting for, stud?" Crooned the lady. "Haven't you missed me? I sure did miss that huge cock. See how wet I am for you? I need this hungry hole filled like yesterday, baby." She was by then vigorously fucking herself with her fingers and pulling on her nipples. Shane couldn't move a muscle. He just stared at the lady totally shocked, till her shocked voice snapped him out of his trance. "You're not Chris." The red-head gasped the obvious. That was when Shane realized she's taken off her blindfold and was staring at him. "Who are you? And where's Chris?" She asked, looking neither scared nor upset. It rather looked like she was checking out Shane. At least she had stopped fucking herself, Shane thought with relief. "Err... I'm sorry." Shane said in a surprisingly normal voice. "Chris is downstairs. I'm sure he'll be with you in a moment." With that, Shane turned around and left. Tracy stared at the empty doorway and smiled. "Well, that's one hot guy." She murmured. Then taking a deep breath, she screamed. "Chris, where the fuck are you?" Chris had just started up the stairs when he heard Tracy's voice. He froze. His heart didn't freeze too though. It pounded so hard and loud he wouldn't have been surprised if it had fallen out of his chest...still beating. "Oh crap!" Unbreakable Bond Ch. 08 Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis Dedicated to Honey24 Cock-blocking! *** Chris stood in the doorway and watched Shane sleeping peacefully on the bed. He couldn't suppress his sigh of relief. It was the best sight ever. Chris said a quick thanks to all the angels as he toed off his loafers. After getting rid of an upset Tracy and firing his silly housekeeper, he'd almost gone insane with worry when he couldn't find Shane. Chris' only consolation was that he knew for a fact that Shane hadn't left the house. After moving from room to room, he finally found Shane in one of the rooms...fast asleep. Chris climbed into the bed and spooned behind Shane, wrapping an arm around Shane's waist. His intention wasn't to wake Shane up. He only wanted to feel Shane's body close to his. Fuck, Shane smelled divine, Chris moaned. He almost groaned when there was a hitch in Shane's even breathing, indicating that he'd probably woken up. His fears were confirmed when Shane began to turn around in his arms. Chris really wasn't looking forward to the anger he knew Shane would have towards him. Who wouldn't be angry after witnessing what Shane had? With a sigh, he got ready for whatever Shane had to say. Shane wriggled till he was on his side, facing Chris. "Hey." Came his sleepy voice. "Hey." Chris responded softly as his hand moved up to caress Shane's cheek. "You okay?" "Uh-huh. Your visitor gone?" Shane mumbled, watching the wariness in Chris' eyes. "Yes." Chris sighed. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't know..." "That's alright." Shane murmured. "Just tell me one thing." "Shoot." "If I hadn't been here, would you have..." "Hell no." Chris growled. "How can you even ask that?" "I just wanted to know that's all. Chill." "Well before...us, I would have done it without a thought. But not now." Chris said quietly "Okay." Shane yawned. "You've been sleeping for about..."Chris looked at his wrist watch, "forty-five minutes. What makes you think I didn't fuck her?" Chris asked with a smile in his voice. "You wouldn't dare." Shane growled, drawing laughter from Chris. "I trust you." He added quietly. "Well, you should. Because the mere thought of having sex with anyone else besides you, turns my stomach. Trust me...I've tried." Chris muttered. Shane went quiet for a moment and then shocked Chris with his next question. "Do you like dirty talk during sex?" "Whoa... I don't know. I've never thought about it. Why do you ask?" Chris sounded curious. "Your visitor...she was talking dirty. Don't worry, she didn't know it wasn't you. She had a blindfold on." Shane explained. Chris chuckled. "Listen, I think I need to explain..." "You don't have to explain yourse..." "Shut up, Shane." Chris breathed as he pulled Shane closer to him. "I need you to listen. I can count the number of real relationships I've been in, on one hand. I don't have time for the stress that comes with relationships so I hardly do relationships. Most of my encounters have been mere hook-ups." "You mean fuck-buddies." Shane said dryly. Chris shrugged. "I don't mean to disappoint you but that has been my life. The kind of women who would settle for mere hook-ups or as fuck-buddies as you so crassly put it, are just crazy fun loving girls who can say or do anything crazy during sex and get away with it. I don't usually pay attention to what they say 'cause I usually just wanna fuck and move on. So I really can't tell whether I like dirty talk during sex. Tell you what... Why don't you try it one day? Talk dirty to me during sex. Then we'll both know whether it rocks my boat. How about that?" "Okay." Shane chuckled. "Chris?" "Yes baby?" "I promise not to stress you out in this relationship." Shane said softly. "Oh baby, you can stress me all you want. I ain't going nowhere." Chris drawled, making Shane laugh softly. "That was one hot chic, by the way." Shane murmured. "Don't tell me she turned you on." Chris growled. "'Cause she sure as hell didn't turn me on. I was pissed as fuck." "Of course you would be pissed. After all, you didn't know how your boyfriend was going to react to that." Shane chuckled. "God, I almost died when I heard her voice. I'm so sorry I put you through that. I've fired the housekeeper." "Why?" "I've warned her not to allow anyone who doesn't have a key to the house, into the house when I'm not around. Apparently Tracy has been bribing her with money to allow her to come in. Can't trust her now, can I?" "People have keys to the house?" "Kyle, Dean, Matt and Mary, Michael's wife." Chris muttered. "Your cousin. Why not the others?" "I had only four spares. Had another set made two weeks ago. For you." Chris said. "Thanks." Shane said quietly. "I don't think I can ever enter your bedroom and not picture your visitor in my mind though." "Well, that problem can be rectified. You see, if we had gone round, you would have seen the real master bedroom. That's not the room I'm using now. I only opted to use that room because I could see the...ladies who came to visit, actually catwalk to the house." Shane burst into laughter. "Oh my God, you're an idiot." "You should see them walk. One lady wore heels so high, she fell flat on her face before she actually got to the door." The two men roared with laughter. "I ended up cleaning her cuts and soothing her bruised ego. Didn't get any that day but was not even disappointed. I laughed my head off when she left." "That's rather unfortunate but still hilarious." Shane laughed. "Why do they bother?" "Do I even know?" Chris wiped the tears of mirth from his eyes. "So as I was saying, now that I don't have to look at girls, cat-walking to my house to fuck me on that bed, I don't see why I can't use the real master bedroom. Will you tell your designer to come see me tomorrow?" "Sure." Shane chuckled. "She can work her magic in there. And whilst she's at it, throw in a Tantra chair." Chris murmured, moving down to nuzzle the sensitive spot between Shane's neck and shoulder. "I knew it." Shane moaned. "You have such a dirty mind." "But you love me anyway." Chris kissed Shane on the nose. "With all my heart." Shane whispered. "You know, you're taking this really well. Too well actually." Chris murmured with a slight frown. "Should I be worried?" Shane looked surprised for a moment and then laughed quietly. "What can I do, Chris? I know you had a life before all this. I can't expect everything to go away overnight can I?" "You're angry." Chris stated quietly. "No I'm not. If I were angry, you wouldn't be seeing me like this. Trust me on that." Shane said dryly. "I'm fine. Really. You didn't ask her to come and wait for you did you?" "No, I didn't." Chris gave a deep sigh. "There you go. If you were expecting me to whine like some bitch, I'm sorry but..." Shane shook his head slowly. "Not gonna happen." "I should have stopped her the last time she pulled that stunt." Chris groaned. "I didn't bother because you and I were not..." Chris trailed off. "Hey, I understand." Shane pressed a soft kiss to Chris' forehead. "Don't worry about it." Chris still looked unhappy. "What do you say we finish the tour and get out of here?" "Thought you'd never ask." Shane rasped. "Hey, cheer up." He husked, leaning forward to draw Chris' lower lip into his mouth to suck sensuously on it. "It's not every day you get to see a sexy woman, naked and hot for your cock." He murmured when he released Chris' lip, ignoring Chris' sharp intake of breath at his words. "Did you see how wet she was for you?" Shane went on in a low voice, licking at the corner of Chris' mouth. "I bet you would have loved plunging into her wet pussy..." "Okay, that's it..." Chris exploded, shooting off the bed. "I don't..." "Just kidding." Shane laughed, pulling Chris down into his arms. "I just had to do it." Shane gave Chris a fierce kiss which he didn't return. "Hey, loosen up. I was just pulling your legs." "That wasn't funny." Chris growled. "I didn't like it." "I'm sorry." Shane's chest rumbled with laughter. "Damn, you're easy." Shane husked, capturing Chris' mouth in a kiss so sensual he didn't have any choice but to kiss Shane back. The kiss was wild, hot, wet, passionate and dick-hardeningly good. "Hmm... Maybe we should..." Coherent thought fell out of Chris' reach when Shane's hand slipped under his shirt to pinch his nipple lightly. "Shane..." With a lustful moan, Chris slanted his lips over Shane's, his tongue fucking deep and fast till Shane had to tear his mouth away to draw in breath. "Check my back pocket." Shane panted. "There's lube." "And he says I've got a dirty mind." Chris laughed breathlessly. "You're such a slut." "Do you blame me?" Shane murmured, still trying to catch his breath. "I'm in a constant state of arousal whenever I'm around you. What was that you said about unleashing..." "Shut up and kiss me, Shane Lewis." Chris husked, rolling onto Shane and rubbing his covered erection against Shane's. And even as their lips locked together in a toe-curling kiss, the two men couldn't help but hump the fuck out of each other. "Oh fuck, Chris." Shane gasped against Chris' wet lips when they came up for air. "I need...need the pants out of the way..." He whimpered and promptly sighed his approval when Chris moved down and reached out to unbuckle his belt. By the time Chris finished unbuttoning Shane's cargo pants, Shane was trembling in anticipation. Chris reached in and pulled out Shane's hard throbbing cock and gave the flared head a light squeeze. Smiling at Shane's lustful moan, Chris watched the drop of precum that grew at the tip of Shane's cock. As it started to slide from the opening, he caught it on his tongue and licked at the leaking slit with the tip of his tongue. "Chris..." Shane gasped with pleasure, thrusting up against Chris' mouth. Chris drew his head back and both men watched, entranced, the thin string of clear liquid that seemed to link Chris' lips with the tip of Shane's full and heavy erection. "Oh God." Shane's eyes glazed over as he stared, riveted. "I need you now, Chris..." In a fluid movement that was so smooth it deserved applauds, Chris pulled off Shane's pants together with his boxers, rescuing that tube of lube from Shane's pocket before the pants actually landed on the floor. When Shane felt Chris' slick fingers enter him, he almost drooled from pleasure. It felt amazingly good. "Get out of those pants, Chris." Shane growled as he fucked himself on those wicked thick fingers. "I need to feel that co..." Shane trailed off when his phone started ringing. "Oh shit!" He groaned, almost as if he was in pain. "Ignore it." Chris growled. "Fuck, I can't." Shane moaned. "It's Lizzie and from that ringing tone, she's using the emergency line. Fuck, where's my phone?" Shane looked disoriented. Chris pulled out his fingers as he reached for Shane's phone with his other hand. "Here." Chris handed the phone to Shane and got off the bed. "Thanks." Shane muttered as he sat up. "Talk to me, Lizzie." He demanded immediately he clicked on the answer button, watching Chris disappear into the en suite bathroom. "Shane. It's Adele." Came Lizzie's frantic voice. Shane was already on his feet, reaching for his boxers. "What's wrong?" He had his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder as he pulled on his boxer briefs. "She fell. I think her arm is broken because it's started swelling at the elbow." "Shit! Where are you now?" Shane pulled up his pants as Chris emerged from the bathroom. He was so disconcerted he couldn't even button up his pants. Chris slapped Shane's hands away from his fly and carefully adjusted his semi-hard cock before buttoning him up and buckling his belt. "We just left home. We're going to M&M. It's closer." Lizzie responded. "Thanks." Shane mouthed at Chris and quickly slipped his feet into his boots. "I'm on my way." Shane said and cut the call. "They're going to M&M. Adele broke her arm." "Shit." Chris swore and started dialing a number on his phone as he followed Shane down the stairs. "Michael?" "Sup, Lover-boy?" Michael's teasing voice came on the line. "Shut up and listen to me, fool." Chris growled as he signaled the security guard to lock up. "Shane's daughter is hurt. She broke her arm. They're on their way to the hospital. Are you there?" "Yes I'm here." Michael answered. "What's her name?" "She's Adele and she's four...well, almost five." Chris said as he switched to the speaker phone so that he could drive without the stress of having a phone to his ear. "One moment, Chris." Michael said. "Hey Alex, get ready for a little girl who's hurt. They'll be here soon so go wait at the entrance. Who's she coming with, Chris?" "Her mum. She's Lizzie. You can't miss her. She's pregnant." Chris said, tearing out of his gate. "You mean a pregnant chic almost broke your nose?" Michael asked in such a funny tone that Shane couldn't help but laugh despite his worry over his daughter. "Shane?" "Hello Michael. Thanks for your help." Shane responded. "You're an asshole, Michael." Chris said. "They're here. That was fast. Talk to you guys later." Michael hung up. "She's in good hands." Chris said, reaching for Shane's hand. Shane looked so tense. Chris brought their entwined hands to his lips and kissed Shane's knuckles. He wished he could do something to lighten the mood. "Hang in there." "Thanks." Shane muttered looking pensive. Chris thought fast. "Michael is an asshole. How could the idiot tease me at such a time?" Chris managed to sound angry. "Well, you decided to tell him about getting punched." Shane shrugged. "Hmm...silly me." Chris muttered. "I told all of them. Now he's going to inform the fools that the lady who almost broke my nose was actually pregnant. I'll never live this down." Chris groaned, making Shane laugh softly despite himself. "So you guys discuss everything huh?" Shane asked, turning to look at Chris. "Yep." Chris responded as he sped towards Michael's hospital and Adele. "Well, it depends on how sensitive the issue is." Chris answered carefully, remembering how he still hadn't told the squad about Aaron raping Kyle. He didn't have any intention of ever doing that too. Those guys would have really dealt with Aaron if they'd heard about that unfortunate incident. "But even you must admit a man like myself taking such a blow from a lady is rather funny." Chris chuckled. "Well, I didn't find it funny at the time." Shane said with a frown. "Neither did I, trust me." Chris chuckled, jumping a red light. He was happy that Shane was at least talking and didn't look as pensive as he did before. "But it was funny so I couldn't help myself. I told them." Then Chris decided to bring out the big guns. "There was a day I overheard Damon and Tristan making love. Well, it was just a blowjob actually. I was in a conference call with Damon and some business partners. During the call, Tristan decided to blow Damon. They were actually on a plane, going to Germany or France. I can't remember exactly where they...anyway that's not important. The idiots completely forgot there was a conference call going on and they could be heard by everyone on the link." "Oh fuck." Shane muttered, giving Chris his undivided attention. "That's what I said." Chris chuckled. "Knowing how horny my friend always is whenever he's around Tristan, I acted immediately I heard the first moan. Thankfully the others didn't hear and fortunately, I was the one who linked the calls so I quickly disconnected everyone." "Oh my God." Shane breathed, looking relieved. "But I stayed on the line." Chris gave a naughty grin as he turned onto the hospital's street. "You pervert." Shane laughed. "You are so fucked up." "Let's just say immediately I finished congratulating the idiots on their unplanned voyeuristic adventure, I was on another conference call with the squad, giving them a word for word account." The two men roared with laughter as Chris entered the gates of the hospital and headed directly to the executive section, where he knew Michael would take Adele. Chris listened to Shane laugh and breathed a sigh of relief. He'd achieved his goal. And it was a very calm Shane who walked into the hospital to see his daughter. *** When Shane and Chris got to the private waiting room, they found Lizzie and her husband, Sam, who was pacing with worry written all over his face. "Shane." Lizzie said as she got up and walked into Shane's arms. "Where's she?" Shane asked as he hugged her. "They're taking some scans." Lizzie said as she went to hug Chris. "How did it happen?" Shane asked as he gave Sam a one-armed hug. "I was in the shower when I heard her scream." Sam answered, hugging Chris too. "I think she stood on that tiny doll chair in her room and tried reaching for something and fell. She was in too much pain I didn't want to ask her anything." "She said she was going to get something but I was too engrossed in my books I didn't listen." Lizzie whimpered. "Hey, don't worry she'll be fine." Shane soothed her. He knew Lizzie was busy studying for her exams, which was to start from the very next day. And taking into consideration the fact that those military exams were important for promotion, Lizzie needed maximum concentration in order to pass. "Let's hope this is..." Shane trailed off when Michael entered the room. "Good news." He said immediately he saw Chris' face. Michael knew if he wasted time beating about the bush like his colleagues were known to do when they were talking to relations of patients, Chris would kill him. "It didn't break." "Thank God." Lizzie gasped as the others breathed sighs of relief. "It's a Strain. She landed on her elbow so some tendons stretched. She's been given something for the pain and the elbow has been bandaged. She's sleeping now. Want to come see her?" All four anxious but relieved grown-ups followed Michael to a really lovely room with some really cool pictures of Disney characters on the wall. Adele was fast asleep on the bed. Lizzie went to touch her daughter lightly on the head. "As you can see, she's fine." Michael said. "She can go home when she wakes up. That's not going to be any time soon though so..." Michael looked at the grownups with raised brows. "I'll wait." Lizzie said immediately. "No you won't." Shane countered, ushering everyone out so that Adele wouldn't be disturbed. "Listen, I'll wait till she wakes up, and then take her home. Just go home and study okay?" "But..." "No buts, Liz. At least you know she's fine. Let her spend the week with me. I promise to take good care of her. Just go break a leg, soldier woman." Shane insisted. "Sam, a little help here..." "Honey I think Shane is right." Sam said. "You can check up on her anytime you want." Lizzie didn't look convinced. "She has to go to school." "No school till she's okay." Shane said. "She needs to rest. Wouldn't want her still in pain by Friday will you?" Shane asked with a grin on his face. "What's happening on Friday?" Michael asked. "Her birthday party. She's turning five." Chris said. "Friday is a holiday." Michael said unnecessarily. "A party. Cool." He grinned. "It's a kids' party, moron." Chris growled. "A party is a party." Michael said making Shane and Sam laugh. "She'll be fine by then." "Sam, I'll miss her." Lizzie said pitifully. "I won't be able to concentrate..." "Lizzie?" Chris finally decided to step in. He threw an arm around Lizzie's shoulder and murmured, "I think this is the best time for me to watch and get used to all the cartoons and Disney stuff, don't you think?" Unbreakable Bond Ch. 08 "Huh?" Lizzie looked up at Chris. "You'll be going to work, Chris." "Full day tomorrow 'cause I have lots of meetings that can't be cancelled. But from Tuesday till Thursday, I can do half days. I should be a pro on how to handle kids after this week. Come on, help me out. Tell you what," Chris spoke conspiratorially to Lizzie, "I'll even take my whiskey in one of those princess cups Shane keeps in the kitchen." Lizzie stared at Chris as though his nose had suddenly elongated, and then erupted into laughter. "You're nuts, Chris." "Please say yes. Please Lizzie." Chris looked at Lizzie with the most ridiculous puppy eyes ever. "Will you stop making that face?" Lizzie laughed. "Okay, you can take her. But God help you two if you do anything x-rated in front of my bab..." "Liz..." Shane groaned. "Care to define what you mean by x-rated?" Chris murmured with a naughty glint in his eyes, drawing a curse from Shane and laughter from Lizzie and Sam. "You're such a perv." Michael said looking at Chris with amusement. "Listen Shane, how about turning this party into a full blown..." "Fuck off, Michael." Chris said quickly. "It's a kids' party and that's how it's going to remain." "Err...actually, all my friends are coming." Lizzie laughed. "Olivia is turning it into a reunion. It's a holiday, Shane. What did you expect?" She turned to give Shane a pleading look. She knew how her friend disliked being amongst lots of people. "It's definitely not going to be an all-kids' party, Chris." Sam added with a chuckle. Shane laughed softly. "Michael? Dare I say it? Let's do this." "Yes!" Michael fist-pumped the air, making Chris groan. "I'll inform the guys." "Idiot." Chris murmured. "One would think the first person he would tell would be the wife since it's a kids' party and all." Chris' arm remained around Lizzie as they headed for the wide sliding doors. "It was nice meeting you, Lizzie." Michael called out after them. "Anyone who's able to make this idiot bleed, earns my respect." He added with an evil grin. "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, supporting his weight on his hands behind him. 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. Shane felt full, stretched and totally possessed. He could have sworn Chris was still thickening inside him. Even though Shane had been lubed and opened up earlier, it was a really tight fit. And it felt damned delicious. No matter the number of times he took Chris inside him, every time felt just like the first...the overwhelming sensations of feeling Chris along his inner walls was simply amazing. Shane drew a shaky breath through his teeth. "Fuck, you're huge." He breathed. "Ugh, you're driving me insane." He panted and bit his lip to hold in his cry of pleasure. "You okay?" Chris husked, staring into Shane's passion-glazed eyes. Shane's lips parted but he was beyond thinking or talking. At his nod, Chris leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his parted lips. "May I move?" Chris whispered. Again Shane nodded. Chris pulled out till only the head of his cock remained inside Shane, and then slid back in slowly. With a helpless gasp, Shane clung to Chris' shoulders. "Ah fuck, that feels so good." Shane moaned, half blinded by that first luscious burst of pleasure. And when Chris began to thrust steadily into him, Shane's eyes closed as he gave himself up to the pleasure, wrapping his legs around Chris' waist and locking his feet behind him. He forgot about everything but the feel of Chris inside him. The friction of Chris rubbing against his sensitive walls, and that cock head pressing against his gland felt so good Shane was on cloud nine. "More...faster...harder please..." Shane whimpered deliriously as he bucked insistently against Chris. "God, this feels fantastic." Chris whispered, rolling his hips, grinding hard, taking Shane. He loved the hot, tight clasp on his cock. And as he rode Shane, he watched his face, loving the way he threw his head back in ecstasy, gasping in time to his thrusts. Damn, the man was gorgeous, Chris couldn't help thinking. "I want to be inside of you forever." Chris breathed shakily just as he leaned forward and slammed his mouth against Shane's. And even as both men devoured each other's lips in a heated kiss, Chris gave Shane what he wanted. He fucked into Shane with such complete abandon, sending both of them to rapturous heights. It was hot, fast, deep and mouthwateringly good. When Chris heard his cell phone ringing, he almost ignored it but remembering Adele, he picked it up, not pausing even once in his thrusts. It was Michael. "What?" Chris breathed, impatience clear in his voice. "Where the fuck are you guys?" Michael asked. "Is she up?" Chris demanded gutturally. "Mary is here to see... Oh fuck, Chris..." Michael trailed off, knowing without a doubt what was going on at the other end of the phone. He could clearly hear the erratic breathing and muffled grunts. "Is Adele up?" Chris growled. "No." Michael tried very hard not to laugh. "Then get the fuck off the phone. Tell Mary I'll be there soon." Chris hung up and threw his phone onto the counter. He definitely wasn't going to allow himself to be cock-blocked for the second time that day. "Adele?" Shane whispered shakily. "Still sleeping." Chris replied huskily, wrapping his arms around Shane's waist. Then he picked Shane off the counter and turned to press his back against the tiled wall. "Chris..." Shane gasped, worried he might be too heavy. But his gasp turned into a loud moan when Chris thrust deeply into him, slamming directly into his pleasure button. "Oh fuck!" Then Chris proceeded to fuck the shit out of Shane, grinding deeply as he knew Shane liked it. He nailed Shane's gland head-on with each thrust, reducing Shane to an incoherent mess. "Oh fuck, not going to last Shane." Chris groaned, his breathing becoming erratic and shaky as he neared orgasm. He suddenly began thrusting frenziedly into Shane with something close to desperation. There was a knock on the door but neither man paused even once in their frantic race towards release. Chris opened his eyes to look at Shane, worried that the knock would snap Shane out of the lustful haze they were both under. But the look in Shane's eyes... raw desire and excitement...was enough to make Chris relax and rather increase his rhythm. Then Chris did something that for reasons Shane didn't understand, looked so naughty and sexy it rather shocked Shane into an unexpected orgasm... Chris grinned. When that knock sounded on the door, it dawned on Shane that they could be arrested for public indecency. But instead of getting scared and uncomfortable like he would have under normal circumstances, Shane was shocked at the excitement that flashed through him. He didn't care about anything other than Chris not stopping what he was doing. The danger...the fear of getting caught rather made the whole experience so much more mind-blowing. Then he saw that shit-eating grin on Chris' face and just like that, his orgasm was upon him before he even knew it. "Oh, fuck Chris, I'm going to come." Shane's eyes rolled up into his head, his moans and whimpers becoming cries of pleasure. Chris couldn't risk people hearing them. Especially, whoever was at the door as the person was still trying the knob. He covered Shane's lips with his, swallowing his cries of pleasure as his orgasm hit hard. Chris quickly slipped a hand between them and cupped it around Shane's mushroomed head, in order to capture his spunk. He didn't think they would ever live it down if Michael saw Shane's polo shirt soiled with cum. And even as Shane shot rope after rope of cum into Chris' palm, his muscles contracted rhythmically and so pleasurably around Chris that he couldn't help but follow Shane over the edge as sensations overtook his entire body, exploding outward. Chris cried into the kiss as his body shook with release. They swallowed each other's cries of passion, trembling with mind blowing pleasure. "Fuck!" Chris muttered as aftershocks shook their bodies. He opened his eyes and looked into Shane's dazed ones. Then keeping his eyes locked on Shane's, Chris brought out the hand that had Shane's essence securely in it to his lips and licked every drop. Shane didn't wait for Chris to initiate a kiss after that erotic act. He leaned forward and captured Chris' lips in a kiss so passionate and sweet it left them both breathless. "I love you." Chris whispered when they eventually came up for air. Shane grinned, his eyes suspiciously bright. Hearing those words from Chris was definitely going to take some getting used to, he thought emotionally. His heart was filled to the brim with love and joy. "Love you too, baby." Shane murmured and kissed Chris lightly on the mouth. "The person finally gave up." He murmured, looking towards the door. "Uh-huh." Chris rumbled, looking sated and amused. "Idiot." "You really are a bad influence, Chris." Shane murmured. "I wouldn't have done this in a million years." He cupped Chris' jaw and kissed him gently. "The combination of sex and danger is a huge rush." Chris grinned. "Damn, I can still taste pineapples. Looks like all that pineapple you ate this morning ended up in your balls." Chris drawled, kissing Shane softly on the cheek. "For real?" Shane laughed. That morning, he'd eaten a whole lot of pineapples for breakfast. "I shit you not." Chris responded, tightening his hold on Shane when he felt Shane unlock his ankles from behind him. "No, hold it." Chris groaned and quickly moved them back to the counter. Then he sat Shane back down and slowly pulled out of him, smirking when Shane moaned at the feeling. "Damn, you love my cock." He purred, gazing up at Shane, his eyes heavy lidded. "Damn right, I do." Shane laughed softly. "And I love it when you look at me like that." He murmured, shaken by the adoration and love shining in Chris' eyes. "Like what?" Chris looked at Shane curiously. Shane shrugged, wondering how to describe the look in Chris' eyes. A look that said Chris couldn't live without Shane... Like he needed Shane as importantly as he needed air. "Like I'm your world." Shane whispered, his eyes filled with a look so intense Chris felt like Shane was looking into his very soul. A shiver passed through Chris as heat suffused his whole body. He ducked his head to hide his face and kissed Shane's chest tenderly...almost shyly. That look in Shane's eyes made his insides tingle and his heart flutter within his chest. Now Shane had reduced him to a fucking shy teen, Chris thought with a silent groan. Great! Shane didn't miss Chris' reaction. He noticed the nice tinge of pink on Chris' cheeks and saw how flustered he'd suddenly become. On Chris, that look was rare and so adorable, Shane thought amused. "Oh my." Shane murmured. "He blushes. That is the most adorable sight ever." "Shut up." Chris growled and buried his face against Shane's neck as Shane's chest rumbled with laughter. "And yes, you are my world." He murmured against Shane's neck. "The feeling is mutual, baby." Shane said as he gently stroked Chris on the back. "Feeling is mutual." Eventually, Chris stepped back, wet some paper towels and then proceeded to wipe them both clean. Then amidst lingering kisses, they fixed their clothes. They found a bottle of cherry flavoured mouth wash in the cabinet and rinsed their mouths thoroughly. "I wish we were in bed." Shane murmured as he kissed Chris softly. "I want to hold you." He whispered, smiling when Chris' eyes fluttered close as a shudder passed through him. Chris moaned softly and opened his eyes to stare into Shane's beautiful eyes. Then he cupped Shane's jaw with such tenderness and sighed. "I'd have loved that too. You know I can't sleep over tonight don't you?" Chris asked softly. Shane's eyes widened. "Why not? Because of Adele?" Chris nodded. "You did say yourself that she always ends up in your bed before morning. Remember?" With a groan, Shane leaned his forehead against Chris. "Shit! I need you in my bed, Chris." Shane actually pouted, drawing a laugh from Chris. "I'll miss you too." Chris chuckled as he went to open the door. "Hey Shane," Chris paused with his hand on the knob and turned his head to look at Shane. "Yes?" "Michael guessed what we were doing." Chris didn't look in the least bothered. "So?" "You know what that means, right?" "What?" Shane looked confused. Then a light bulb seemed to go off in his head. "Oh, he's going to tell the guys." Shane said. "Yep." Chris responded. "Can you handle the...heat?" Shane laughed. "Dude, I'm sure the guys know we fuck all the time so..." "But that's not going to stop them from teasing the hell out of us. Trust me...I know my guys. I just want to know..." Unbreakable Bond Ch. 08 "I can handle it, Chris." Shane chuckled, leaning forward to press a kiss on Chris' lips. "Don't worry about it. In fact, if they want us to fuck in front of them..." "No, no no..." Chris started shaking his head and laughing. "I'm not going to give those idiots a show." Chris finally opened the door to an empty corridor. "You already did, dickhead." Shane laughed as they headed for Adele's room. "You kiss..." "That was different, Shane. It was just a kiss. A hot one at that." Chris said, winking at Shane. "Oh you can say that again. It was mind-meltingly hot!" Shane grinned. And as he opened the door to the waiting room attached to Adele's room, neither man could keep the goofy smiles off their faces. *** "There they are." Michael's voice was filled with amusement as he watched Chris and Shane enter the waiting room. Shane couldn't help but groan at the knowing smirk on Michael's face. The silly doctor was sprawled in the couch, with his head on the lap of a petit pretty lady in a hot sea-blue sexy dress that stopped mid-thigh. She stood up with a grin on her sweet face immediately she saw Chris. "There's my favourite cousin." Chris laughed as he drew Mary into his arms, picked her up and twirled her around as if she were a little girl, making Shane smile. "Put me down, Chris Donovan." Mary squealed as she struggled to get out of Chris' arms. It was so funny a scene, both Michael and Shane started to laugh. "That's my wife." The pride in Michael's voice was so palpable it brought a smile to Shane's face. "If you insist." Chris laughed putting Mary back on her feet. Then with a teasing grin on his face, he turned Mary to face Shane. "Meet my cousin, Shane. I can bet my last cent she only came here to see you." "No, I didn't." Mary splattered, going red in the face as Michael and Chris laughed their heads off. "Yes, you did darling." Michael laughed. "Shut up, Michael." She said without looking at her husband. When Michael told Mary that her cousin was in the hospital with his boyfriend, Mary had insisted on coming to see for herself as she never had any idea that Chris was bi. Hell, they'd been close since they were kids and as far as she knew, her cousin was into ladies and not men. Ladies fell all over themselves just to be around Chris. The more he made them know he didn't have the time, the more they fell for him. She always told Chris it was those intense striking eyes of his that attracted the ladies to him like moth to fire. This gay Chris...she just wanted to be the judge. Initially she thought Michael was pulling her legs. But then, he'd also sounded like he was serious so... It was obvious her husband had known for a while and also knew some details but he was tight-lipped. Men! Mary had watched as Chris walked into the waiting room with a drop dead gorgeous, hot black hunk. Just one look at them and she'd known her husband had been serious. Her eyes had widened. Not only was her cousin obviously bi, he'd also managed to snag for himself a totally hot guy. "Hi. I'm Mary." She stretched forth her hand to give Shane a handshake. "I'm Shane." Shane said with a dazzling smile as he took Mary's hand and pressed a kiss on the back of her hand. "Nice to finally meet you, Mary." "Oh my God, you're so handsome." Mary breathed. "Why are you gay?" She asked, ignoring Chris' growl and Michael's laughter. "You should make a lot of babies. With that face... sorry." She seemed to have come back to her senses. "You are gorgeous." "Thank you, Mary. You are beautiful yourself." Shane said, watching a smile spread across Mary's face. "As for my being gay...your cousin turned me gay." Shane said with such a look of innocence Michael roared with laughter whilst Chris looked at Shane as if he'd suddenly sprouted horns. "You turned him gay?" Mary turned to Chris and screeched. "When did you even become gay yourself? She demanded. But before Chris could even gather his scattered thoughts, Mary turned back to Shane and asked in an urgent whisper which was so intentionally loud, both Chris and Michael heard... "Can you unturn?" Michael was howling with laughter on the couch. Shane looked bemused. And Chris looked... "Will you drop the act, Mary?" Chris growled. "She's dense but not that dense, Shane." Chris said and groaned when Mary elbowed him. "Oh my God, I should have recorded this." Michael laughed. "Shut up." Chris squeezed the bridge of his nose. "Dr. Mary Murphy at your service." Chris told Shane. "Like I said, she's not that dense." "So... all that was an act?" Shane asked, looking at a beaming Mary. "Thank God." Shane breathed. "Because I'm still wondering if it's possible for anyone to 'unturn'." He gave the word quotations with his fingers, drawing a chuckle from Chris. "I forbid you to unturn, Shane Lewis." Chris murmured and kissed Shane softly on the cheek. Mary couldn't stop grinning. She looked at Shane adoringly. "Aww...how swee...wait!" Her eyes widened. "Did you say Shane Lewis? The Shane Lewis?" "The one and only." Chris drawled. "You're going out with Shane Lewis?" Mary's surprised gasp made all three men laugh. "Why didn't you tell me?" Mary turned on her husband. "Would you have believed me?" Michael rolled his eyes. "No, I wouldn't have." She said and turned to face Shane. "So I finally get to see the face behind the name. One day, you're going to tell me why you stay out of the public eye, Shane." "Whenever you're ready, let me know." Shane chuckled. Chris looked at Shane. He realized he didn't know Shane's reason behind that either. He made a mental note to ask him when they were alone. "I'll hold you to it." Mary grinned. "I've got to go guys. It was a pleasure meeting you, Shane." "Likewise." Shane responded. "And thanks for the invite to the birthday party." Mary said, offering her hand to Shane for a handshake but Shane surprised her by giving her a hug instead. "Can't wait to meet Melissa and Marcel." Shane said. "See you on Friday." Mary said and hugged Chris. "You owe me." She growled into Chris' ear. "We'll talk. I promise." Chris whispered. "Good. And next time you two decide to fuck each other's brains out, try not to do it when you're supposed to be watching a sick person." "How did you..." "That kind of glow...that blissfully sated look, can only stem from one thing. And cherry flavoured mouth wash? Really?" With that last parting shot, Mary pulled her husband, who was busily talking on his cell phone, up from the couch and left Chris and Shane with a wave. "Hey, I wasn't the one who stocked your cabinets!" Chris shouted after them but Mary didn't even turn. "What?" Shane asked a still bemused Chris. "She could tell we just fucked." Chris chuckled, shaking his head. "What?" Shane's eyes widened. "Michael must have..." "He wouldn't." Chris said, entering Adele's room. "Oh, thanks for sitting with her, darling." Chris told the nurse, who batted her lashed at Shane as she went out. Chris growled and went to lie on his back in the couch with his head on the armrest, watching as Shane kissed his daughter. "Sure about that?" Shane asked as he walked towards the couch. How could Mary have known they'd just fucked if Michael hadn't told her, Shane thought. "Positive." Chris turned on the TV and flipped to the sports channel, where Arsenal was playing against Manchester City. "Didn't know Walcott was back." Shane said as he picked up Chris' legs off the couch, sat down and placed them on his lap. "So how did Mary know?" Shane didn't sound worried at all. He slipped his hand beneath Chris' shirt and drew circles on his tummy, chuckling when he felt a ripple under his palm. "She said something about there being a glow or a look that clearly showed what we did. Don't know whether she could tell the style too." Both men burst into laughter. "Oh damn! She could tell just by looking at us?" Shane asked as what Chris said dawned on him. "Don't beat yourself up. She's a Psychologist." Chris drawled. "The little witch reads people for a living. And she's damned good at what she does too." The pride in Chris' voice couldn't be masked. "She's feisty. I like her." Shane murmured. "I'm hungry. Can't wait to..." He trailed off when his phone started ringing. "Lizzie." He murmured before clicking the answer button. "Hey." "Is she up?" Lizzie asked without preamble. "No. Still sleeping. I'll call immediately she wakes up okay?" "Okay." She said with a sigh. "Talk to you later." She said and hung up. "Daddy?" Both Shane and Chris heard Adele's sleepy voice and rushed to her side. "Hey princess." Shane said, hugging Adele to him. "How are you feeling?" "Hungry." She said, making Chris laugh. "Hi, Uncle Chris." Adele said with a brilliant smile. "Hi Sweetheart. What do you want to eat?" Chris asked, sitting beside Adele on the bed. "Pizza." She responded delightedly. Obviously, she was feeling no pain. "Immediately, the doctor finishes checking you out, we're off to Pizza Hut." Shane said. "How does that sound?" "Yayyy!" Adele squealed. Chris had already called Michael so just as Shane started dialing Lizzie's number, Michael entered and went to see to Adele. In no time at all, the little girl and the two hunks were good to go. Shane reached into his back pocket for his wallet. "I'll be right back, Chris. Let me settle..." "Hey don't worry about it." Chris murmured. "It's on my tab." "Chris..." "She's mine too, remember?" Chris asked with a raised brow and a challenging flash in his eyes. Shane gave a slight nod and went to give Michael a one-armed hug as Chris picked Adele up. "Thanks man." Shane said to Michael. "I'll keep you posted on whatever happens." "Do that." Michael said as he walked with them to the door. "Adele, tell Daddy immediately you feel any pain in your arm okay?" Michael said, giving the little girl a kiss on the forehead. "Okay, Dr. Michael." She responded with a smile as her tiny arms coiled around Chris' neck. In the car, Chris carefully placed Adele in the back seat and buckled her in. Then he went round to the driver's seat and turned on the engine. "Adele, can you tell me where we're going?" Chris asked in a singsong voice. "Pizza Hut." The little girl shouted. "I can't hear you." Chris shouted too, making Adele laugh and scream 'Pizza Hut' again. "Aw come on you two." Shane laughed. "Are you trying to burst my eardrum?" And even though Shane and Chris knew Abigail had already prepared some food for them, they bought a family size pizza and ate with Adele. By the time they got home, Adele was fast asleep. Shane took her to her room, changed her dress for pajamas and tucked her in. When he got back downstairs, he heard laughter coming from the kitchen. Shane got to the kitchen to find Chris laughing with Abigail, with a plate of food sitting on the Island in front of him. He wasn't even seated. And the fork in his hand was poised over the food, ready to dig in. "Dude, I thought you said you were full." Shane said with surprise written all over his face. "Come on, this is Abby's food." Chris laughed. "I couldn't resist." He said, digging in. "Would you want me to fix a plate for you, Mr. Lewis?" Abigail asked Shane. "Thanks for the offer, Abigail. But I'll pass. And you can retire for the night. We'll be fine." Shane said, rubbing in his eye. "Oh I don't mind..." Abigail started. "Don't worry. I got it." Shane insisted. "Alright. Good night." "Good night, Abigail." Shane responded. "Night Abby." Chris responded with a full mouth, making Shane almost roll his eyes. "Open up." Chris murmured, holding up a heaped fork. "Chris..." "Hey, come on." Chris moved to pin Shane against the Island with his body and slipped the food into his opened mouth. Chris watched as Shane munched on the food, smiling at the obvious pleasure on Shane's face. "Good?" "Delicious." Shane moaned. And standing on their feet, right there in Shane's kitchen, Chris fed them both till the plate was empty. Then he washed and dried the plate, looking around to make sure the kitchen was spotlessly clean. "You could have used the dishwasher you know." Shane murmured, looking amused and impressed. "This was faster." Chris said, putting out the light in the kitchen. Back in the living room, he bent to pick up his car keys from the center table. "I gotta go." He said when he straightened up. "Stay." Shane breathed. "Please." "Hey..." Chris leaned in and took Shane's mouth in a soft kiss. "I plan on doing just that one of these days before the week ends. Just not today. Tell me you'll be okay." Shane gave a deep sigh. "I'll be okay." "Good." Chris turned and headed for the door, but then stopped and turned back to face Shane. "I wanted to ask. Why did you stay out of the public eye?" Shane stiffened. Then he shrugged and said quietly... "I was hiding from you." Chris went as white as sheet. "Is that why you changed your name?" Chris couldn't believe he'd never actually asked Shane why he changed his name. Well, Shane was his middle name but still... "Yes." Shane whispered. Chris suddenly wanted to bawl his eyes out. He wanted to scream. To let out the pain that was squeezing his heart that very instant but he knew he couldn't do that. Chris nodded, took a deep breath and plastered a smile on his face. "Okay. See you tomorrow." Chris' voice remained steady even though his heart rate sped out of control. He needed to get out of there before he broke down, he told himself. "Hey, are you okay?" Shane asked softly. "I'm fine." Chris said and turned towards the door. "Can we come take you out for lunch tomorrow?" Shane asked. "I'll love that." Chris turned around to respond. "Okay. I'll take Adele to the office for a brief meeting. From there, we'll pick you up." "It's a date." Chris nodded. "And don't forget to give Adele her medication." "Yes, mum." Shane with humorously but Chris didn't even crack a smile. "I'll call when I get home." "Chris..." "I'll call, Shane." Chris said hoarsely. And after Chris left, Shane stared unseeingly at the wall, feeling terrible that he had to tell Chris the real reason for his antisocial lifestyle. But they did promise each other to always be honest and face problems head-on hadn't they? He hadn't been bothered when Mary had mentioned that same issue because he was used to telling anyone who asked that he stayed out of the public eye because he was a private person and preferred to stay private. He couldn't possibly have given Chris that crap could he? Shane had known the truth would hurt Chris because he remembered Damon telling him how Chris had searched for him. On the other hand, Shane felt that Chris was a grown man and didn't need any sugar-coated truth. But he couldn't shake off the look in Chris' eyes when he'd dropped the bombshell. That look of pain and defeat had torn at Shane's heart. All he'd wanted to do at that point was to take Chris into his arms, but for some reason, he couldn't. Twisted as it may seem, he'd also felt some sort of satisfaction within at Chris' pain. Was it possible he was still a teeny-weeny bit angry at Chris, Shane asked himself. He knew without a doubt that he loved the guy...was head over heels in love with Chris. Shane really wasn't comfortable with that dark satisfaction he always felt whenever he said something in connection to their past, that ended up hurting Chris. "Shit." He breathed, starting for the stairs. Shane knew he needed help. He needed to talk to someone, he thought fiercely. Much as he'd already told Chris not to be surprised if he brought up what he'd put him through once in a while because he's human and all, he couldn't keep hurting the man he loved. If it was the last thing he did, he would get help, talk it out, and love Chris with a clean heart, Shane thought fiercely. Shane went to check on Adele and headed for the bathroom. Just as he was about to step under the shower, his phone rang. It was Chris. "Are you okay?" Shane asked immediately he picked up. "I'm fine." Chris responded, though he couldn't shake off the pain within. "I'm so sorry, Chris..." "Hey, don't be." Chris said gruffly. "I'm glad you were honest with me. I'm not happy you did what you did but I understand and respect it because I know why you did it. Hell, I might have done the same had I been in your shoes." Shane went quiet for a moment, and then gave a deep sigh. "I'm about to take a shower. May I call you back?" "Sure. I'm about to hit the showers myself. Talk to you soon." Chris said and hung up. And that night, Shane talked to Chris on phone till he heard Chris' even breathing, indicating that he was asleep. Shane stayed on the line, listening to Chris breathe, missing him with everything in him. He'd managed to talk Chris out of the shitty mood he'd obviously been in because of what he'd revealed earlier that evening. And when Chris had confessed that if he'd been told some months earlier that he would love someone that much, he wouldn't have believed it, Shane have fallen even deeper in love with him. It was hands down the greatest feeling. Shane chose not to disconnect the line. He went to sleep listening to Chris breathing softly on the other end of the phone. *** Chris stopped and stared at Shane. He'd never seen a more ravishingly gorgeous man in his entire life. Shane was leaning against a black 2014 Aston Martin Rapide S, with his hands stuck in his pockets, rocking a black suit on a black shirt. Not only did he not have on a tie, the top three buttons on the shirt were opened. He looked so hot Chris felt himself hardening right there in the open, by just looking at Shane. "Shit." He muttered and groaned when he saw mirth twinkle in Shane's eyes. The idiot knew the effect he had on him and was obviously relishing it. Chris shrugged off the jacket of his grey suit as he started towards Shane. He really wasn't ready to get himself involved in any scandal. Definitely not one involving his erect dick on a Monday afternoon. He held his suit securely in front of him as he made his way to where Shane leaned sexily against an equally sexy car. "Really?" Shane murmured when Chris got to his side, not making any effort to hide his knowing smirk. "Fuck off." Chris growled, wishing he could kiss Shane right then. But apart from the fact that they were standing in broad daylight in front of one of his banks, Adele was in the back seat, smiling at him. "Shit, I have to sit with her." Chris muttered. "If I sit beside you, it's not going to go down." Shane burst into laughter. "You would rather risk her seeing it and telling her mother?" That did it for Chris. He went from hard to soft in micro-seconds. "Thanks a lot." He muttered pulling on his jacket. "That helped." But he still opened the back door and kissed Adele on the cheek. "How's my little darling doing?" "Great." Adele laughed. "You didn't kiss daddy." The little girl observed. Chris was quick to cover his shock. "Well, today your daddy looks like a frog so I don't want to touch him with any part of my body." Adele burst into delighted laughter. "No, he doesn't." She protested laughingly. "Yes he does." Chris insisted as he closed the door and went round to the front seat to sit beside an amused Shane. "Did you by any chance fall into a gutter on your way here?" Chris asked Shane loudly with a frown on his face. "'Cause you smell funny." Adele was laughing so hard. "And your face..." "Shut up, Chris." Shane laughed. "Did Sandra show up?" He asked. "She's one feisty designer." Chris said. "She's in my house even as I speak." "Wow!" Shane laughed. "Yes. Wow. She says she can't wait for me to see the room this evening." Chris grinned. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 08 "That fast huh?" Chris nodded. "She'll be done by noon tomorrow." "Can't wait to see it." Shane said. "Is that all you wanna do? See it?" Chris murmured. They were at a red light so Shane turned to give Chris a smoldering look. "What do you think?" He whispered. "Are you two going to kiss now?" Adele asked with all seriousness. "The light will turn green soon." Chris turned around in his seat to look at Adele. "Like I said earlier, I don't kiss frogs." He said making both Adele and Shane laugh. Chris started chatting with Adele. Shane only half listened as Adele narrated the story of Pocahontas to Chris. And what a narration it was. All he could hear was Pocahontas, Meeko, Flit and John Smith. Shane could have bet his last cent Chris couldn't make the head or tail of the story. At the restaurant, they had a nice meal. Adele obviously enjoyed the company and attention of the two men. Throughout lunch, Shane caught Chris staring at his mouth with so much longing. He would loudly clear his throat to distract Chris or kick him under the table to get his attention. But when Chris caught his eye at a point and mouthed 'I love you', Shane stood and leaned over as if in a trance and kissed Chris lightly on the mouth. Then he sat back and the two men simply stared at each other, till Adele's voice snapped them out of whatever haze they were under. "Finally." She grinned at first her father, then at Chris. "You got kissed by a frog, Uncle Chris. I bet you liked it too?" The little girl taunted. Chris really tried to suppress the heat but couldn't. He groaned as he felt himself blush. He saw the amusement on Shane's face and looked into his plate, suddenly more interested in the virtually empty place. "You think he's turning into a frog now, princess?" Shane asked Adele but his intent gaze remained on Chris. "They usually turn at midnight." She informed Shane. "Like Cinderella. At midnight, she turned into a frog and the Prince married her." "Right." Shane was obviously trying very hard not to laugh. "So you think Uncle Chris will turn into a frog at midnight huh?" He asked, still watching Chris. "No. Because you're not really a frog." Adele said with all seriousness. "If you were a real frog, then Uncle Chris would turn into one too at midnight. Then you would have to marry him to get him to become a woman bean." Shane smiled. "A human being huh? I see." Shane drawled, looking as serious as his daughter. "But since we are both human beings already..." "You can get married." The little girl chipped in. "Do you want to marry Uncle Chris?" Eyes that were so much like Shane's turned on Shane. Chris' eyes widened as he stared at Shane. What surprised him even more was the way Shane didn't even flinch at Adele's question. "I'll be the happiest man if Uncle Chris agrees to marry me." Shane's eyes remained locked on Chris'. "You'll have to ask him, Daddy." Adele said, sounding older than her age. "Oh I plan to." Shane said cheerfully. "As soon as I get my ring ready." Shane saw the shock on Chris' face. "Adele?" "Yes Daddy?" "Till I get the ring and ask Uncle Chris, can this be our big secret?" He finally turned to his daughter. "Yes." Adele grinned. "I'm a big girl. I can keep secrets. Here..." She wriggled her little finger in front of Shane and giggled when Shane wrapped his around hers. "Err... Uncle Chris, don't tell anyone okay?" She turned to look at Chris. "I promise not to." Chris' voice sounded hoarse, drawing a frown from the little girl. "Are you okay, Uncle Chris?" But before Chris could answer, the little girl went right ahead. "Daddy will ask you when he gets the ring. Promise." "I'm very fine, Adele." Chris said with a smile. "And I can't wait for your dad to get that ring." He turned his intense eyes which mirrored all the emotions within him, back on Shane. To say Chris was surprised would be an understatement. He was thrilled too but he knew a marriage between him and Shane wouldn't happen anytime soon. They needed to take care of more important issues before they jumped into anything like marriage. During their talk the night before, they'd both agreed that it would be good if Shane saw someone to help with all that bottled up anger. Chris had told Shane that he was ready to talk to a professional too. He'd even suggested Shane booked an appointment with Dr. Murray, Kyle and Aaron's shrink. He'd obviously done a splendid job with those two. If not for the fact that Stephen, Ken's soldier fiancé was out of the country on a mission, Kyle and Aaron would have been married by then. Kyle wanted a double wedding with his twin brother Ken so they had to wait till Stephen returned. "Earth to Chris." Shane said, finally getting Chris' attention. "You okay?" Chris nodded. "Never better." He murmured, noticing that Adele was no longer in her seat. "Where's Adele?" "Sonja, the waitress took her to the bathroom." Shane said, reaching for Chris' hand. "Did they just leave?" Chis asked. "Yes." Shane answered, not seeing Chris' intent soon enough. His eyes widened as he watched Chris stand up and come around to his side. "Chris..." Shane breathed warningly, looking around. They could be clearly seen by some of the people in the restaurant but Chris seemed not to care. When Chris got to Shane's side, he took the seat beside him and cupped the sides of Shane's face. Then as if in a slow motion, he lowered his mouth to Shane's and kissed him. Shane resisted the kiss for a moment, but when Chris drew his lower lip into his mouth and sucked sensuously on it, Shane moaned and relaxed into the kiss, his mouth opening to accept Chris' tongue. With eyes closed in pure bliss, Shane kissed Chris back with passion, his mouth just as eager and hungry as Chris'. When Chris sucked on Shane's tongue, he almost went out of his mind with pleasure. With a guttural groan, Shane took over the kiss. Slanting his head, he devoured Chris' mouth, the kiss getting deeper and hotter, tasting of a wild promise. Chris broke off the kiss when it dawned on him that they were getting carried away. "Damn." Chris breathed harshly, leaning his forehead against Shane's. "For someone who was reluctant to kiss, you sure know how to turn an innocent kiss into an x-rated scene. "Fuck." Chris muttered as he sat back and watched a dazed Shane. Shane couldn't bring himself to speak. He raised a hand with the intention of touching Chris on the cheek but both men watched, riveted, as his hand literally shook. "Shit." Chris whispered, and then reached up to clasp Shane's hand in both of his. And they just sat staring at each other till Adele got back to the table, happily eating a cone ice cream. "Uncle Chris, why did you change seats?" She asked as she climbed onto Chris' lap. "No reason. That looks delicious." Chris laughed shakily. "It is. Want to taste?" She asked but didn't wait for an answer. "Open up." She ordered, making Chris laugh. "Alright Ma'am'." Chris said and brought out his tongue to lick the side of the ice cream, his eyes shooting to Shane's when he heard Shane moan lustfully. "Are you okay daddy?" Adele turned to ask Shane. At Shane's nod, Adele shoved the ice cream into his face. "Lick." "No honey. You know I'm not a sweet tooth like you and your mum...and your Uncle Chris here." He chuckled. "Hurry up darling. We have to take Uncle Chris back to the office." "Oww no!" The little girl moaned with a sad face. "Can't we just...adbat him?" She whimpered. "No we can't abduct him." Shane gave Chris a warning look when he noticed the amused and incredulous look on his face. "Uncle Chris will be home before we know it." "Okay." She said pitifully. "Here, Uncle Chris, you can have the rest. I'm too full." Adele handed the rest of the ice cream to Chris. "Oh thank you kind Queen." Chris actually sounded as if he were acting a play. "Will you cut the crap?" Shane laughed as he wiped Adele's sticky fingers with a napkin. "Shall we?" Shane said, laughing when Adele started skipping ahead of them. Since their bill had already been placed on Shane's tab, he left a huge tip for Sonja and then reached up to wipe a bit of cream from the corner of Chris' mouth. "Come on." He murmured, turning to follow his skipping daughter out of the restaurant. When they dropped Chris off at his office, he promised to see them later, blew Adele a kiss and watched with a forlorn expression on his face as they drove away. Too bad he had meetings scheduled till close of work, Chris thought sadly. He would have loved to go home with Shane and Adele and spend the rest of the day with them. With a sigh he turned and headed into the building, wishing he could clear his calendar for the next day. But he knew he couldn't get out of an important meeting scheduled for the next morning. It looked like he didn't have any choice but to do a half day the next day...as he'd already planned, instead of having the whole day off as he wished. But even as he went through his meetings and conferences, Chris couldn't keep the smile off his face. He knew he had it real bad...and not just for Shane, but his daughter as well. *** "Shane?" Chris called out when he entered Shane's foyer the following day at noon. He started unbuttoning his shirt as he climbed the stairs. "Shane?" He called again. Chris heard the door to Shane's bedroom open and looked up just in time to see a shaken Shane come out of the room. Something was wrong, Chris thought as he finished the rest of the stairs in a run. "Hey, what is it?" Chris asked as he cupped his palms around Shane's cheeks and looked into eyes that looked upset. What scared Chris was the way Shane trembled. "Adele?" "Sh...she's f...fine." Shane stuttered. "Shane..." Chris stopped talking and simply hugged Shane fiercely. Something had obviously shaken the man but Chris wanted to calm him down first. When he felt Shane's arms wrap around his waist, Chris hugged him even tighter. "Everything's going to be okay." He promised without even knowing what the problem was. Chris heard Shane breath shakily and leaned back to look at him. "Want to tell me what happened?" Shane unwrapped his arms from Chris' waist and showed Chris the broken CD in his hand. "You're not going to believe what almost happened." He said gruffly. "What?" "I was in the study, working." Shane begun softly. "Adele was sleeping. I think she decided to come and look for me in here when she woke up." Shane pointed a thumb at his door. "Of course I wasn't there so she decided to make herself comfortable in the bed. But not before slotting in this CD...which was the only CD outside the case..." Chris grabbed Shane's wrist and took a closer look at the broken CD. "Don't tell me..." He growled. "Oh fuck." He raked his fingers through his hair. "Shit, tell me she didn't..." "She didn't." Shane sighed. "I got here just in time. I came up to check up on her. Went to her room but she wasn't there but saw my door open so... Fuck!" Shane swore. "I almost had a heart attack when I got to the door just in time to hear her squeal, Daddy excitedly. I followed her gaze and froze when I saw myself talking to Mr. Coillet on phone in the study." "Oh my God." Chris breathed. "Then I saw you enter the study and just like that, I sprang into action. The terror that gripped me at that instance unfroze me. God, that was close." Shane moaned, burying his face against Chris' neck. "I broke the CD into two immediately I took it out." "What's she doing now?" Chris asked, rubbing Shane on the back. "Watching cartoons." "And that's what she should be watching." Chris chuckled. "Hell, I'll take a leaked sex tape over what almost happed, any day. At least by the time she would be old enough to see it, she would be too old to be traumatized." Chris drawled. "Dude, even if she's eighty years old she'll still be traumatized if she has to watch her Uncle Chris fuck the living daylights out of her dad. All that kinky shit you did..." Shane shuddered as he remembered. He stepped away from Chris with a groan, feeling horny all of a sudden despite his worry over the incident. "The kinky shit I did? Wait, was I on that tape?" Chris blinked in mock innocence. Shane gave a slight frown. "Oh right. It must have been Jim and I. My bad." Shane made to turn away but found himself instantly pushed against the door. "Who the fuck is Jim?" Chris growled. He knew Shane was merely joking but he still couldn't suppress the panic. Shane's eyes widened in surprised when he saw the genuine fear on Chris' face. "Hey, calm down." Shane murmured and took Chris' mouth in a kiss meant to do exactly that...calm him. "Fuck." Chris breathed when they came up for air. "Don't ever do that to me again." "You're an idiot." Shane murmured. "I know." Chris chuckled as he reached behind Shane to open the bedroom door. "Did you remember to book an appointment with Dr. Murray?" "Yep. I'm to see him next week Tuesday." Shane responded as he followed Chris into the room. "Good." Chris said as he pulled off his shirt, leaving his undershirt. He grinned when Adele turned to look in his direction upon hearing his voice. "Uncle Chris." Adele screeched and jumped out of the bed to throw herself into Chris' outstretched arms. "You didn't come last night." "I'm so sorry sweetheart." Chris said, sitting on the bed with Adele. "It was too late to come over when I finished for the day. See I'm here early today?" "Will you be going back to that place?" She asked, obviously referring to Chris' office. "Not now." Chris bent to unzip his classy designer shoes. "I'll leave in the evening." "Oh no, please don't leave." Adele pleaded as Shane sat at the foot of the bed and took over the task of removing Chris' shoes and socks. "But I have to Ade..." "We can eat ice cream and watch movies and...and swim and tell stories...and..." The little girl trailed off, her lips trembling slightly as she tried to stop herself from bursting into tears. "Hey, hey don't cry Adele." Chris said, pulling her into his arms. "I'll stay." "You will?" She asked with wide eyes. "You really thought I'd let you eat all that ice cream all by yourself?" Chris wiggled his eyebrows devilishly, making Adele laugh and roll to the other side of the abnormally big bed. Chris rolled after her, making the little girl scream with delight. They didn't even notice when a laughing Shane left the room. And they still didn't notice or even hear Shane come back in amidst the screams and laughter. "Gotcha." Chris finally hugged the wriggling girl to his chest and rolled them till they hit the headboard. It was only after they sat up against the headboard, panting harshly that they both noticed a laughing Lizzie standing beside Shane in the room. "Mummy." Adele squealed and jumped out of the bed into her mother's arms. "Oh baby, I've missed you so much." Lizzie laughed. "I've missed you too. Have you finished your test?" Adele asked. "No darling. I just finished today's. The last one is on Thursday." "Then my party will be on Friday." The little girl squealed, making the three grown ups laugh. By the time Shane and Adele got back to the room after seeing Lizzie off, Chris was fast asleep. Shane quietly turned off the TV and went to the living room with Adele to continue watching her cartoons. *** Chris eyes snapped open when the door to Shane's bedroom opened just before dawn. He watched as the little girl in her Minnie mouse pajamas entered the room and headed towards the bed. When she got to the bed, Chris reached out to pick her up and placed her between him and Shane. Adele wriggled till her head was comfortably resting on Chris' shoulder, then lightly kissing Chris on the cheek, her breathing evened out as she fell asleep. Chris smiled and kissed her forehead, and then went back to sleep. And that was how Shane found them when he woke up. He reached for his phone and took pictures of the two people who ruled his world. God, he loved them, Shane thought, not bothering to suppress the grin that broke out on his face. "You know that's creepy right?" Chris rasped. "What is?" Shane looked at Chris. "Staring at people whilst they sleep." Chris yawned. "How did you know? Your eyes are closed. Chris opened his eye. "I felt your eyes on me." "Now who's creepy?" Shane retorted, turning and heading for the washroom. Shane was brushing his teeth when Chris entered and wrapped his arms around him from behind, his morning wood poking against Shane's arse. "I wish I didn't have to go to work." He groaned. Shane rinsed his mouth and put some toothpaste on Chris' brush. Then he turned around and gave the brush to Chris. "The earlier you get there, the earlier you can come back home." He said as he jumped onto the beautiful glass counter top of the vanity to watch Chris brush his teeth. When Chris finished brushing his teeth, he pulled Shane off the counter into his arms and kissed him till they were both breathless. "Fuck, I'm going out of my mind with want." Chris muttered against Shane's mouth. "Two days, Shane." He growled as he rubbed his hard-on against Shane. "Technically, it's not yet two full da..." "Shut up, Shane." Chris muttered and stood back from Shane when he heard Shane laughing softly. "Think this is funny?" He asked with mock indignation, pointing at his obscenely huge bulge which was stretching his sweats. Shane laughed harder as his hand went to lightly squeeze Chris' cock. "The last thing on my mind when I look at this, is laughter. So no, I don't find this funny." He said, squeezing Chris harder and drawing a moan from him. "Watching you freak out on the other hand is fun." He whispered into Chris' ear and started for the door. "You're going to be late if you don't get ready for work." Shane closed the bathroom door behind him and laughed softly when he heard Chris swear colourfully. Shane shook his head, grinning as he went back to the bed to check up on his daughter. Chris thought he was the only one going out of his mind with lust, Shane thought with a chuckle. If only Chris knew Shane had to wake up twice in the middle of the night to wank off. He'd opened his eyes at a point during the night just in time to see Chris' tongue come out to lick his lips. Why Chris had to lick at his lips whilst still fast asleep, Shane would never know. But he'd gotten so hard when he'd instantly recalled what that tongue had done to his hole the very first time Chris had fucked him. Chris had done something so exquisite to his hole with that tongue it had made Shane's eyes water. Shane knew there was no way he could have gone back to sleep without relief. He'd rushed to the washroom and wanked off. It hadn't been what he craved but he had to make do. He'd woken up again about three hours later with a dick that was so hard it was almost painful. And it was all because in his dream, he'd been having hot steamy sex with Chris. Shane was grateful he hadn't gotten a wet dream like some teenager. That would have been the ultimate disgrace. The past two days that they had Adele had been both fun and sexually frustrating as they'd both silently agreed not to have sex with Adele in the house. Now all Shane could think about was either fucking Chris' brains out or having Chris so deep inside him, they couldn't tell where Chris ended and he began. Thanks to his sexy boyfriend, he was now a sex addict. Great! When Shane heard his cell phone ringing, he quickly grabbed it and pressed the answer button as he didn't want it to disturb Adele. "Hello Ma." He murmured whilst going out of the room and down the stairs. "Hi honey." Came Sylvia Lewis' excited voice. "Guess what?" Shane had to try very hard to suppress the groan that almost tore out of his throat. Whenever his mother started the guess game, unpleasant news followed. "What is it Ma." Despite himself, Shane couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 08 "I've decided to come to L.A today instead of Thursday." Sylvia said excitedly. "I've been able to finish all my meetings earlier than I thought I would. Well...I canceled some." She said in a whisper and laughed at her own smartness. "I want to come and see to the preparations. I know both you and Lizzie are busy so it will be better if I come earlier." "Ma, there's a party planner..." "What happened to proper old fashioned party preparation by the family, Nicolas Shane Lewis?" Sylvia retorted, making Shane actually groan this time. That was all he needed...his mother making his situation with Chris even more worse. On the other hand... "I'm coming and that's final. Lizzie said Adele is with you to enable her concentrate on her exams." Shane made a metal note to thank Lizzie for not telling his mother about Adele's injury. The woman would have been hysterical by now. "Well, I'll be there today so that you can get the chance to concentrate on your work. I need to spend time with my granddaughter. How's Chris by the way?" "Chris is fine. Did you say you're coming today?" Shane couldn't help the excitement that begun to bubble up within. "Yes. I'll be there by six p.m. Want me to bring you anything?" "Just your sweet adorable self, Ma." Shane laughed. "I can't wait to see you, Mrs. Lewis." Shane said knowing calling his mother that always made her laugh. "Have a safe trip Ma." He hung up and started doing some silly dance steps. Hearing laughter, Shane turned around to find Abigail, the cook and Mrs. Smith, the housekeeper, looking at him with amusement. "Sorry ladies. Mrs. Lewis will be coming today. Can you get her room ready please, Mrs. Smith?" "Sure Mr. Lewis." The housekeeper laughed and turned to go. "Abigail..." "I know Sir." The cook grinned. "I'll make sure we have all her favourite ingredients." "Thanks." Shane said and raced up the stairs, busting to tell Chris the good news. He couldn't wait to try out Chris' newly designed master bedroom, that night. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 09 Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis Dedicated to Onimpulse Mending! *** "You sure they can pull it off?" Dean murmured, absently rubbing his hand on his wife, Kayla's bulging tummy whilst watching the children arrange themselves for the show. "I hear they're good so let's hope they can." Shane laughed. So far Adele's party had been a blast. Shane's estate was huge and Pamela, the party planner, had made good use of the vast space. She had actually transformed the place into a mini Disneyland with all its perks. There were different shapes and sizes of bouncing castles, trampolines, mini racing cars, ponies, assorted games, clowns, a comedian, and lots and lots of sweets, drinks and food. Since the theme for the party was Disney's Lillo & Stich, each kid received an Aloha welcome item on arrival, connecting them to the theme. Some had on L&S beanies, slippers, bracelets, grass skirts, leis, glasses, watches, hats and some even held cute L&S bags. Every kid and most of the moms had tropical fern leaf headbands on their heads and lei around their necks, depicting the Hawaiian setting of Lillo & Stich. There were Aloha banners everywhere and even the cups, plates and tissues had ALOHA printed on them. The kids loved it. They oohed and aahed over the giant L&S birthday cake and even danced like a train around the cake, with the birthday girl in lead. Of course the grown-ups had their own set up but they loved mingling with the kids and generally, being kids themselves for a change. Adele's teacher said her class was putting together a play in which they were to sing Queen's 'Somebody To Love'. So the kids in Adele's class, were going to perform the song for the grown-ups. Seeing as the arrangement of that song was rather complicated, the grown-ups, though excited to hear the kids sing, were expecting the worst. "Maybe we should bet on it or something." Matt murmured, earning an elbow to his side from his fiancée, Jen. Every member of the squad was there with their wives, fiancées and in Tyron's case, no one. But Tyron was having too much fun to even notice he was the only single person amongst his pals. At least he was enjoying the full attention of the beautiful Briana, Cole's fiancée. Soon Adele's teacher was introducing the group and urging everyone to enjoy their performance. And what a performance it was. The children sang well and danced exceptionally well too. And when they got to the part where they were all chanting... 'Find me somebody to love', everyone joined in, singing and clapping. It was a really enthralling performance from such little kids. And after their performance, the applauds were thunderous. Adele ran to hug her mother and Sam, and then dashed for where Shane and Chris sat amongst the squad. She gave them each really tight hugs, enjoying their praises. Before she turned around to go, she stopped and squealed excitedly when she saw Michael. "Doctor Michael." Adele jumped into Michael's outstretched arms. "You were spectacular out there, Adele." Michael said, kissing her on the cheeks. "Thank you." She said and skipped off to where her Grandma Sylvia sat. She climbed into a beaming Sylvia Lewis' lap and coiled her little arms around her neck, drawing smiles and chuckles from the people around. "You have a really lovely daughter Shane." Kayla turned to smile at Shane. "Don't allow Chris to corrupt her." She added with a teasing smile. "He's insane." "More insane than your husband?" Tristan gushed with mock surprise, staring at Kayla with wide eyes. "Tristan..." Dean growled warningly whilst the others laughed. "I'm outta here." Tristan laughed, pulling Briana off Tyron's lap. "Come on girl. Let's go dance." "Kyle, can I talk to you for a moment please?" Shane asked, getting off his chair and giving Chris a quick kiss. "Be right back." He whispered. "Sure." Kyle stood and fell into step beside Shane. They soon disappeared to a secluded part of the huge estate. "Sup man?" Kyle asked, folding his arms across his chest. "I need your help, Kyle." Shane started wearily. Shane couldn't help but feel like out of the guys, Kyle didn't really like him. The man sort of stayed out of his way whenever they were together. Kyle had been pleasant to him at Damon's house but hadn't been as welcoming as the others. He'd noticed the same cool attitude at Adele's party too but Shane somehow felt Kyle was the only person who could help with what he was going through at that point. "Listen, I know you guys share everything so Chris has probably told you I've booked to see Dr. Murray." Shane said quietly. "He hasn't." Kyle said evenly. "Oh..." Shane raised a brow in surprise. "Well, I have. I'm to see him next week Tuesday." Shane seemed not to know how to say what was on his mind after giving that piece of information. He went quiet and looked at Kyle, who gave a slight shrug. "So? What do you want from me?" Kyle asked. Shane gave a deep sigh. "Look, I know you don't like me but..." "Whoa... Hold it right there." Kyle said coolly. "What makes you think that?" He asked, his face blank. "I'm not an idiot." Shane shrugged. "I just know you don't. I don't know why though." "Before we continue with that, where does Murray fit into all this?" Kyle unfolded his arms and stuck his hands into his back pockets. "I need to talk to someone so Chris recommended him." Shane said. "He said he helped you and Aaron work out some problems so he can..." "Are you guys having problems?" Kyle asked. "No. No, we're not. I've just been advised...I know I have to talk to someone because of my...childhood problems." "With Chris." It wasn't a question. Shane nodded. "I'm just not comfortable talking to people. I've never had to tell anyone what goes on inside my head. And I don't know what to expect." Shane squeezed the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Since you've...consulted this doctor before, I just wanted to know... fuck." Shane swore as he tried to put his thoughts together. "Can he help?" Shane looked so worried and confused, Kyle felt sorry for him. "Did Chris tell you the reason why Aaron and I had to see Murray?" Kyle asked quietly. "No." Shane shook his head. "He just said the man did a good job with you guys." Kyle went quiet for a moment. "I've vowed to myself not to tell anyone this. But I know you've been through a lot so I'm going to make an exception." Kyle took a step closer to Shane. "Aaron raped me." "Oh my God." Shane gasped, his eyes going wide. "Not to make excuses for him but, he wasn't himself. Was under the influence of drugs. Had taken them for the very first time. We were having problems. Me, being my usual bossy self and he...let's just say he wasn't used to taking shit from anyone." Kyle smiled. "So he went out with some guys, got smashed and then...well you know the rest. I was...I was devastated. I still loved him, God help me, I did. But I had so much anger inside, it was eating me up. His situation was even worse. All that self-loathing was destroying him. We had to do something. Murray is one hell of a shrink. Trust me on that. He'll help you." "Fuck." Shane breathed. "Thanks for telling me. I appreciate it. Now I feel better about going to see him. I just hope he can help my case as he did yours." Kyle nodded. "I don't dislike you, Shane." Kyle said softly. "I just have a feeling you will hurt Chris. Maybe not intentionally, but..." He shrugged. "I love him, Kyle." Shane breathed. "I know. But if someone hurts you as badly as Chris did, you unconsciously hit back. It happened to Aaron and I. I hurt him and he unconsciously reacted by doing what he did. But what makes your case more dangerous is the fact that Chris fucked with you when you were a kid. You've had to virtually live your whole like with that pain and hate. The day you will explode..." Kyle shook his head slowly. "It won't be pretty. Dude, you're a fucking ticking bomb...no offense." "None taken." Shane responded. "I fear for my friend." Kyle moved closer to Shane. "You see, the guy is so in love with you he virtually looks like he's under a spell. And because of what he did to you, he feels so guilty he'll quietly take any shit you'll give him. I'm sure even you can see that, that's a hell of a dangerous combination. If you hurt him in any way, no one can pick up the pieces. And that's scary." Kyle whispered, and then stepped back from Shane. "So no, I don't dislike you but I can't also shake off the feeling that you're going to hurt him real bad. And that's driving me crazy." "Wow!" Shane breathed. "Chris is not the only one who feels that strongly about this relationship, Kyle. Even when I blamed him for all the pain I had to go through in life, I never stopped loving him. I know you'll find that hard to believe but...it's the truth. I don't want to hurt Chris in any way. That is why I've finally decided to see a shrink. That should count for something, right?" "Yeah it does. And I'm happy you're doing that." Kyle murmured and went quiet for a while, both men lost in thought. "Is he seeing Murray too?" Kyle asked quietly. Shane nodded. "He says he will." "Good. That's the right thing to do. Listen, I know you feel fear. But know that such anxiety is a normal part of our lives, and lets us know that what we're about to embark on is indeed a scary journey of self-discovery. Learning things about yourself is not always all joy and butterflies." "I'm not looking forward to it." Shane muttered. "I understand. But sometimes our demons need to come out as well, or those behaviors we almost wish nobody in the world knew about. So instead of fighting these feelings, it's best to just accept them as a part of the process. That acceptance becomes one of the very first steps of not only getting help, but also the psychotherapeutic process of change. Because without making changes in your life, you're not only going to feel bad sometimes, you may end up hurting the people you love." "I know." "The therapist isn't there to judge you, Shane." Kyle said softly. "Neither is he there to tell you how screwed up he thinks you are. His main job is to simply listen to you, and help you straighten some things out in your life. So feel confident and tell him your story. He'll simply want to hear what the current problem is and where it all started. Of course in your case, he will ask you a bit about your childhood and family background, just to understand your development a little better. You have to focus on what's most important to you and try and stick to it. That will help address your immediate needs." "What if I forget some important stuff?" Shane asked looking intrigued. Chris chuckled. "You'll leave your first session thinking you left out something important. Don't let that worry you 'cause it's something you can always talk about in your next session. It's a chance to explore new ways of being, of thinking, of feeling and..." But Kyle trailed off when both men heard Tyron's voice. "Yo Shane." The six' four, sexy blue-eyed, hunky Navy Seal called out. "I've gotta bounce. Been called to an emergency meeting." Tyron was with Aaron and Chris. "It's a holiday, Ty." Kyle groaned. "Which part of 'emergency' don't you understand?" Tyron laughed, drawing Kyle into his arms for a hug. "Let's hope they'll smell the alcohol on my breath and excuse me." He laughed, drawing a snort form Kyle. "Hey, thanks for inviting us to the party." Tyron said, giving Shane a one-armed bro hug. "I had a blast. And that daughter of yours is adorable." Shane grinned. "Pleasure was all mine, man. Thanks for coming." Shane said, turning to look at Kyle as he drew Aaron into his arms. Tyron was talking to Chris so Shane continued to look at Kyle and Aaron. He didn't have to be a genius to notice how much those two loved each other. He watched as Kyle nibbled Aaron's bottom lip till Aaron moaned softly. Then Kyle teased Aaron's mouth open with his tongue and expertly kissed him senseless, right there in front of them. It wasn't a peck or a short kiss like Shane would have expected. It was a full on mouth fucking. Chris turned around to look at the couple when he heard the moans. "Hey, cut it out, Kyle. There are kids around." Chris admonished Kyle as Tyron smirked and turned to go, promising to call the guys to let them know if he could come back to the party. "Yeah, do that Ty." Chris responded to Tyron and moved to where Kyle and Aaron stood with their lips still locked on each other's. "Come here, Aaron." Chris said, pulling Aaron from Kyle's arms and into his. "You guys done talking? 'Cause I can take this trouble maker away to enable you two get right back to it." He said looking down into Aaron's completely befuddled face. "Let me go, Chris." Aaron groaned, drawing a chuckle from Shane and a longing smile from Kyle. "No I won't." Chris retorted, pressing a soft kiss against Aaron's forehead. "Come on. See you guys later." He called out as he walked away with a whining Aaron. Shane patiently waited as Kyle followed Aaron with his eyes till Aaron and Chris rounded a corner and disappeared from sight. Shane had to make an effort to suppress his smile. Kyle obviously had it real bad for his man. "Listen Kyle, I really do appreciate everything." Shane told an almost giddy-looking Kyle. "I'm glad we had this talk." "Sure. Just let yourself go when you deal with Murray. Remember, he's not there to judge you. Don't hold anything back. Okay?" "Okay." Shane said. Kyle smiled. "You've got nothing to lose, man. You are not doing this for anyone...not even for Chris. You're doing it for yourself, alright?" "Thanks Kyle." Shane nodded. "You've been a lot of help. Aaron is a lucky man." "So are you, Shane. Trust me on that. Chris is the best." "I know." Shane smiled. "Good. Call me whenever you wish to talk okay?" "Will do. And I promise not to hurt Chris. Not if I can help it." Shane gave a grin that lit his eyes. "I'll accept that." Kyle laughed, stretching his hand to shake on it. Then both men went to rejoin their friends, both feeling a sense of relief. *** The party continued deep into the night even after all the kids had gone home. It became a grown-up affair, with everybody having a good time. They danced to some really good tunes, with Briana forcing Shane onto the dance floor. Tyron came back with the news that he was being sent out on a mission the following Monday. He didn't know how long he was going to be away and didn't even know exactly where he was going. He therefore wanted to party hard with his boys. "Wherever you're sent off to, make sure you fucking come back alive." Damon growled. "And come back healthy otherwise I'm going to send you off permanently with cyanide in some cough syrup or something." Michael added, making everyone laugh. "Going with that bitch you spoke about?" Chris asked dryly. "No." Tyron gave a small smile. "Still a bitch?" Chris asked with a cocked eyebrow at Tyron. He didn't trust that smile. He knew his friend too well. "Oh I forgot to tell you." Tyron gave a grin that looked like the cat that ate the canary. "She's...let's just say she's really good." "Oh damn, he cleared it." Chris bellowed, making all the guys burst into laughter. "Put it up there buddy." Matt slapped his palm against Tyron's. "That's what I'm talking about." "At least unlike some people, I didn't clear it in a restroom." Tyron grinned, making the guys laugh even harder. "The armory was perfect." "Oh my God." Shane gasped despite himself and dropped his face into his palm, having a pretty good idea where this was going. He could however not stop the laughter that shook his frame. God, these guys were nuts, he thought. "Err...who fucked who in a restroom?" Aaron asked with curiosity written all over his face. "Dude, you fucked Kyle in the full glare of people so shut up." Damon laughed. "Well, in our defense, we were both porn stars at the time...well, I was. This idiot was only pretending." Aaron retorted, pointing his thumb in Kyle's direction. "And how about you Damon? Huh? Remember Kyle and Ken's party and that blowjob?" By that point, the guys were screaming with laughter. "Oh, not to forget the plane to...was it Paris? And the conference call that ended in a lustful cumfest." Chris drawled. "Looks like all of you fools are into some voyeuristic shit." Cole muttered, downing his half-filled glass of scotch. "And how about you, Oh mighty Cole?" Michael retorted. "Remember..." But Michael got cut off when Briana quickly ran to him and covered his mouth with her hand. "Michael, please shut up." Briana gasped, blushing so hard. "Please." She obviously knew what Michael had been about to say, and couldn't allow it. The guys had a field day at that telling reaction from Briana. And even when a laughing Cole tried to pull Briana away from Michael, she wouldn't let go. Michael eventually wrapped his arms around Briana, whispering into her ear that he wouldn't tell on her. The guys didn't think it was necessary to worsen the blushing beauty's woes by admitting that they already knew what Michael had been about to say. "You're all idiots." Kayla laughed, getting up from her chair slowly and tiredly. "Sweetheart, don't even go there." Cole smirked at Kayla, who was also his PA. "For your information, I've fixed a camera in my kitchen. So next time you and Dean decide to have unbridled sex in there, know that I'll be selling the tape to the highest bidder." "Yayyyy," the guys roared in unison, breaking into riotous laughter. Kayla turned to give her laughing husband a mock stern look. But their laughter was so infectious she couldn't maintain that look for long. She broke into a full-fledged fit of laughter. "Cole, you're a jerk." Kayla laughed as she waddled over to where Shane sat. "Shane, I have to go." Kayla said to Shane, who had gotten to his feet. "It was really nice meeting you." She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. "Welcome to the crazy club." She whispered to him. "Thanks." Shane laughed. "And it was a pleasure having you here, Kayla." Kayla gave Tyron a fierce hug. "Take care of yourself, Ty." "I will, Drill Sergeant." Tyron replied teasingly, using the name the squad usually called Kayla due to her bossy nature. "And...finish hard." He said, pointing at her huge bulge. "I will." Kayla groaned. "Goodnight." She called out to everyone in general. There were choruses of goodnight from everyone. "And try to be nice to the husband." Michael chipped in. "Give him some." "Yeah. Put the idiot out of his misery." Matt shouted. "He's dying of blue balls. After all, the baby is in your stomach and not your..." The guys laughed as both Dean and Kayla flipped them off. "Mary, do me a favour will you?" Dean told Mary, who was coming back to the party after going to drop off the kids. "Let your husband sleep on the couch tonight please." "For you, anything darling." Mary grinned, hugging Kayla and kissing Dean on both cheeks. "Michael, you're on the couch tonight." She screamed, earning cheers from the guys. "Ow come on." Michael groaned. "I wasn't the only one who spoke. Matt..." "Is sleeping on the couch too." Jen, Matt's fiancée chipped in. They guys laughed their heads off at the look on Matt's face. They had a great time. By the time the last guest left, Shane and Chris were tired. Sylvia Lewis had retired earlier. And Lizzie had gone home with Adele because apart from the fact that she'd missed her daughter, Adele wanted to start opening her numerous presents. "Shit, I have some stuff I have to work on." Chris muttered when they finally entered Shane's bedroom. "Can't it wait till tomorrow?" Shane asked, turning to face Chris. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 09 "I'll sleep better if I sort it out." Chris responded, drawing a groan from Shane. "Do you know how much effort it took for me not to do anything scandalous at the party today?" Shane asked gruffly. "Effort?" "Uh-huh. It took a lot of my will power not to launch and kiss the fucking shit outta you, right there in front of everyone." Shane rasped. "And if I don't do it this very instant, I'll go insa..." Chris cut off Shane's tirade with his hot lips, kissing him not just passionately, but fiercely. He pushed Shane backwards till they fell on the bed. Then Chris slipped a hand between them and quickly released their rapidly hardening cocks from the confines of their pants. Then without letting go of Shane's mouth, Chris stroked their cocks together. Both men were gushing out so much precum Chris didn't need to reach for lube. When he squeezed their mushroomed heads together, Shane tore his mouth away with a broken moan. "Oh fuck, do that again." Shane gasped. "I can feel it all the way to my toes." And Chris did it again and again in between stoking those huge erections, the friction of feeling their cocks against each other's, so mouth-wateringly good. "Fuck, I'm gonna come." Chris moaned. "Same here." Shane whispered and drew Chris' mouth to his, just as they both exploded, writhing with pleasure against each other. Chris brought his hand from between them and cradled Shane's head between his hands, neither minding the fact that Chris' hand was wet with their essence. They proceeded to kiss each other senseless, coming up for air only when it became very necessary. "Fuck." Chris muttered as he rolled off Shane to lie beside him. "That was..." "Amazing." Shane breathed. "Damn, I needed that." He laughed. "Now you can go do your work." "Fuck you." Chris laughed. "I'm not going anywhere. You have no idea how many times I had to stop myself from pulling you away to have my way with you." Chris breathed. "That arse! Fuck, I want more." Shane laughed, getting off the bed and reaching for Chris' hand to pull him up. Then they headed for the bathroom for a much needed shower. And in the shower, they gave each other hot earth-shaking blowjobs, both crying out in blissful abandon when they reached completion. Back in bed, Shane got into his favourite position, dropping tiny kisses against Chris' chest whilst enjoying the feel of Chris' hand rubbing his back soothingly. "I spoke to Kyle about Dr. Murray." Shane said quietly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you but...I just wanted to talk to someone who has dealt with the man. The thought of talking about my innermost personal fears, thoughts, and feelings and see exactly how screwed up I really am, with a complete stranger is..." "I understand, Shane." Chris said softly, pressing a kiss against Shane's head. "He told me about...him and Aaron's problem." Shane said softly and felt Chris tense up against him, his rubbing hand stopping its movement on his back. "He only told me to reassure me that if Dr. Murray was able to help them, he would be able to help me too." Shane whispered, promptly heaving a sigh of relief when Chris' hand resumed its movement. "Was he okay after?" Chris asked hoarsely. "Well, that was before that hot kiss he shared with Aaron so I guess he was okay." Shane murmured. "Are you okay?" "Yes. I'm good." Chris breathed, meeting Shane halfway when Shane tilted his head up for a kiss. It was a soft sweet kiss. Shane placed his head back on Chris' chest and sighed. "I'm scared, Chris." Shane's voice was scarcely a whisper, but Chris heard it. Chris tightened his arm around Shane, wishing he could take away all Shane's fears and pain and protect him from everything negative. "It's okay to be scared. Will you feel better if I come to your sessions with you?" Chris asked softly. Shane went quiet for a while. Was it advisable to go together with Chris? After all, all he was probably going to say was about Chris. Wouldn't that rather put a strain on their relationship? Was it even advisable to let Chris know how much he loathed him at times, back then? But then they had already spoken about how he felt hadn't they, Shane asked himself. Chris knew how he'd felt about him before the unfortunate incident, how he'd felt after, and how he felt now, right? So what was the big deal if Chris had to sit through all that he had to say? "I want you to come with me." Shane said quietly. "Let's see how it goes alright? If Dr. Murray says it's okay, I'll be there with you, I promise." "Okay. Thanks." Shane pressed a kiss on Chris' chest. "I love you, Shane." Chris said softly. "Nothing will change that. Certainly not you saying how much you hated me. This is for eternity baby." All Shane could do was nod, not trusting himself to speak around the huge lump in his throat. He felt so lucky to have Chris in his life and he knew everything was going to be alright. Shane wouldn't have it any other way. *** Shane sat in his study, staring at the wall. He clicked on his phone again to listen to Chris' voice message. His eyes flicked to the security monitor when he caught movement on it from the corner of his eye. Shane's eyes widened when he saw Chris' sleek metallic silver Mercedes-Benz SL-Class, entering the gate. What the fuck was Chris doing back, he wondered. He knew Chris was angry at him but he didn't really care. He felt like a failure. Shane had put his phone ringer on silent, just before entering Dr. Murray's office that morning and he hadn't changed it back or been in the mood to check to see his missed calls till just about fifteen minutes earlier. When he realized he had thirty-two text messages, an absurd number of missed calls and twenty-six voice messages from Chris, he'd simply erased all and listened to the very last voice message. He'd never heard Chris sound so desperate. Well, Shane wasn't surprised the guy was sounding that way. Chris had to go out of town for an emergency meeting so Shane could imagine how helpless Chris must have been feeling when he wasn't picking his calls. Shane had planned on calling Chris back much later when he felt better. He'd kept replaying Chris' message over and over, missing him...wishing he were there beside him, telling him everything was going to be alright. But Shane knew that was not possible...or so he had thought. The last thing he'd expected was for Chris to come back home. Not only did Chris sound desperate in that voice message, he also sounded angry, hurt, confused but totally loving. Shane listened to the message again as he heard and watched Chris drive into the garage, on the monitor. He could still not believe Chris had actually left such a violent message. "Alright shithead, this is about the two hundredth time I'm calling you and you're not picking up. I'm getting fucking homicidal. Call me the fuck back, Shane. I'm worried about you. I love you. Please call me back." Chris' voice had cracked on the last two sentences. Shane knew Chris would be dying to know how his first session with Murray had gone and what had brought on his silent act. He'd had to go alone because the elderly doctor said he would see them separately for a bit before he saw them together. His very first session, and Shane couldn't believe how fucked up he'd acted. "What the fuck, Shane!" Chris roared when he barged into the darkened study. "And why the fuck are you sitting in darkness?" He growled, hitting the switch and flooding the study with light. "Shane?" Chris's breath hitched in his throat and all his anger instantly drained away when he saw a red-eyed Shane sitting dejectedly behind his desk. "Baby..." Chris breathed as he hurried over to Shane. Chris went around the desk and squeezed himself between Shane and the desk. Then he sat on the desk, directly in front of Shane, so that Shane was between his legs, facing him. Then he gently gathered Shane into his arms. Neither man spoke. Shane wrapped his arms around Chris' waist and held on as if Chris was his anchor on a sinking ship. Chris rocked him as he would a child. They stayed in that position for about half an hour. Chris only loosened his hold when he felt Shane move. "What are you doing here?" Shane asked hoarsely. "You're supposed to be back tomorrow." "Thanks to my silly boyfriend, I had to make a lot of people angry by checking out before the main negotiations. "I'm sorry." Shane murmured. "Don't worry about it. Are you okay?" Chris asked softly. "I am now." Shane sighed. "Didn't go too well, I take it." "It was awful." Shane groaned as he sat back in his chair and looked at Chris. "I couldn't say a word, Chris. I just...froze." "Oh Shane." "I just sat there and looked at the floor, Chris. I couldn't utter a fucking word when he asked me to tell him about my childhood. All I could remember were the death of my father and brother and..." "What I did." Chris finished quietly. Shane nodded. "God, the pain inside." He whispered. "When...when the doctor gave me a box of tissue, I looked at him as if he was crazy. I didn't know what he wanted me to do with it. Till he indicated that I should wipe my face." "Fuck!" Chris swore. "I didn't even know...didn't feel it on my face..." Shane whispered, sounding so miserable. "I'm so fucked up." "No, you're not." Chris protested. "You're supposed to say that." Shane gave a slight smile. "You're my boyfriend. I sat in front of the man and couldn't say a word. Why the fuck did I go then?" "It will be better the next time." Chris said confidently. "Oh there won't be a next time." Shane gave a humourless laugh. "I'm never going back." "Damn straight you are." Chris growled. "Wanna bet?" Shane challenged. "Fuck this." Chris sounded frustrated. "Come on let's go upstairs. We'll talk about this later." Chris jumped down and pulled Shane up. Upstairs, they took a quick shower together, both men lost in thought. By some silent agreement, they both pulled on boxer briefs instead of going nude like they usually did, thanks to Chris' insistence that Shane never come to bed in boxers. "Hungry?" Chris asked quietly. "No." Shane answered. "When was the last time you ate?" Chris asked, watching as Shane shrugged. "I'm not hungry. It's la..." "When was the last meal you had, Shane?" Chris rasped. "I had breakfast this morning." Shane sighed. "Damn it Shane." Chris groaned, pulling on a t-shirt. "Get into bed and wait." He ordered and left the room. In the kitchen, Chris met Abigail sitting on one of the stools around the Island, with an expectant look on her face. "What are you doing up?" Chris asked, surprised. "Waiting with hope, that you'll convince him to eat." She grinned. "So...is he ready?" She asked, standing up and moving towards the oven. "Yeah." Chris swallowed. He couldn't help but notice for the umpteenth time how much Shane's employees liked him. They really cared about the man. "Should I fix you a plate too, Mr. Don?" "No. I'm good." Chris said. "Err...Abby?" "Yes, Mr. Don." "Does he do that often? Go without food I mean." 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. Like 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 wineglasses 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 broad head, 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. Chris looked down at Shane when he heard the most erotic sound tear out of Shane's throat. Shane's face was harsh with lust, brutally etched with his need. Chris instinctively tightened his muscles around the hard flesh embedded inside him again and moaned when he instantly heard that sound again from Shane. "Fuck, Chris." Shane griped Chris' hips, pulled him off his cock and yanked him back down as he thrust upward, shoving into Chis and nailing his gland head-on. Chris screamed, almost going out of his mind with the pleasured pain, feeling the burn of stretching inner muscles and tender tissues simultaneously with the sweet pleasure of that cock pressing against his pleasure button. And just like that he was going to come. But he didn't want to. Not then... Chris gripped Shane's wrists in each of his hands, linked their fingers together and settled their entwined hands on either side of Shane's head. Then never taking his eyes off Shane's even for a second, Chris proceeded to ride the shit out of that cock. He slammed down onto Shane, pumping that hot tightness up and down the rigid length of Shane's erection. "Christ..." Shane breathed as he tossed his head from side to side on the pillow. Damn, he needed his hands. He wanted to touch Chris. "Let me touch you, baby. Please." Shane pleaded huskily as he thrust deeper into Chris, his eyes growing heavier by the second. With a lustful moan, Chris leaned down and pressed his temple to Shane's. "No." "Please Chris." Shane sounded desperate. "Okay, kiss me then." "We haven't brushed our teeth." Chris whispered, gyrating his hips sexily on top of Shane, drawing a passionate cry from Shane. "And when has that ever stopped you?" Shane breathed. "Fuck." Chris whimpered. "If I kiss you, I'll come. And I don't want to." He breathed. I want to savour..." "I'll make you come again, Chris." Shane promised heatedly. "I need your mouth. Plea..." Chris didn't allow Shane to finish what he was saying. He captured his words and mouth in a kiss so fierce and passionate, both men forgot about everything but the bliss of each other's lips. When Chris cried out into the kiss and ground even harder into Shane, the other man knew what was about to happen. Chris began to jerk rhythmically against Shane just as Shane felt the warm evidence of Chris' release between their bodies. And as if he didn't have the strength to keep holding Shane's hands down as he'd been doing throughout their kiss, Chris let go of Shane. Shane's hands moved up to cup Chris' face and he kissed him even harder, sucking erotically on Chris' tongue and prolonging his climax. Then Shane turned them over so that he was on top. He knew he'd lost control but he couldn't think past the exquisite heat surrounding him and how much he craved for more. His arm hooked beneath Chris' left leg to lift it to his shoulder. Then he slammed deep into Chris, plowing into a body that was so pliant...due to Chris still being under his orgasmic haze...it was unable to offer any resistance. The sound that ripped from Chris' throat was inhuman. The savagely erotic feeling of being so deeply penetrated, drove him wild. His back arched as he cried out, his entire body shaking, as his channel grasped and rippled around Shane's cock. He went fully hard in mere seconds. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 09 Then Shane began thrusting deep into Chris, sinking deep...so deep, slamming insistently into Chris' prostate. It was so good Chris felt dizzy. He moaned and bucked beneath Shane, lost to the mouthwatering pleasure radiating from his channel. The sheer power in Shane's body as he rolled his hips with every stroke was not only sexy, but also generated utmost pleasure. When Chris felt another orgasm barreling along his spine, he whimpered incoherently. "Oh fuck...I'm...right there...please...gonna cum...yes...don't stop...Shane!" Shane felt Chris tighten up around his cock and quickly slid his hand between them, took hold of Chris wet pulsing erection and squeezed the base. Chris almost went ballistic with anger and frustration. "Fuck Shane! Why did you do that?" He groaned, opening angry eyes to look into Shane's determined ones. But Shame leaned down to kiss Chris till he forgot about his anger and began to thrust almost frenziedly against Shane. Every thrust took Shane deep, hitting that sweet spot again and again, shooting so much ecstasy into Chris until he couldn't fight the resulting urge to simply fall over the edge. And when Shane took Chris' hardened nipple into his mouth, Chris knew nothing could stop his release then. He thought too soon. "What the fuck, Shane?" Chris growled as he felt Shane squeeze his cock and stop yet another orgasm. "Will you cut that out?" He rasped, his sweaty face flushed as he stared up at Shane with irritation. But Shane got him to the edge again in no time, slamming into his pleasure button relentlessly, reducing Chris to a whimpering mess. He pinned Chris down, opened and defenseless, pounding into him with a force which had Chris quivering on the precipice again, the need to orgasm so intense he could taste it. And when again, Shane stopped it, Chris almost sobbed. "Please I need to cum. Shane please." Chris heard the whimper in his voice and didn't care. He was at the end of his tether. He was so frustrated he felt tears sting his eyes and squeezed them shut. He wasn't going to give Shane the satisfaction of reducing him to tears. "You promised." Chris whispered. "And I intend to make do on that promise." Shane whispered back. Then his mouth found Chris'. This time, Shane didn't pound into Chris. He gentled his thrusts, made mad sweet love to Chris. He thrust in slowly and softly, making sure he worked that pleasure button inside Chris the whole time. Shane's hand slipped between them to wrap around Chris' weeping cock and stroked it rhythmically to his thrusts. He leaned forward and licked the lone tear that had slipped out of the corner of Chris' eye. Shane could have bet his last cent Chris didn't know a tear had slipped out. Chris gasped when he felt Shane's mouth on his ear. Just as he stroked his cock to his trusts, Shane thrust his hot tongue into Chris' ear along the same rhythm. Chris shook. His whole body was on fire. He felt so blissfully good, it hurt. He wrapped his long legs around Shane's waist, pulling him deeper into his unrelenting heat. Shane kept to the slow tempo he had set, sending Chris higher and higher till his toes curled with the pleasure of it all. Chris knew he was falling apart but there was nothing he could do about it. He totally let himself go, losing all control of his body and emotions, allowing Shane to take complete control of not only his body, but his very being. "Chris?" Shane whispered, waiting till Chris opened his glazed and watery eyes to look at him. "Let go." Those two words was all it took. Chris' rhythm faltered and his vision blackened. A loud moan tore out of him, the ecstasy within, dizzying. He writhed as he shot between them, his body wracked by a pleasure more ferocious than any he'd ever felt before. Release had never felt so sweet and relieving. Everything within Chris loosened up...the feeling of lightness, of total surrender, indescribable. And when he felt the warmth of Shane's essence filling him, he was unable to contain the rush that surged through him. Chris squeezed his internal muscles around Shane, loving the roar that tore out of Shane. Chris drew Shane's head down and captured his mouth in a kiss so hot Shane couldn't stop coming. "Fuck!" Shane growled when they came up for a much needed air. He leaned his forehead against Chris' as they both tried to bring their breathing under control. "You okay?" Chris nodded, looking subdued...so unlike the Chris Shane was used to. Much as Shane was filled with pride at the way Chris looked unmistakably like a man who'd been well fucked, he couldn't help but note that all that build up and earth-shattering explosion had drained Chris. "Why did you do that to me?" Chris whispered. Shane had the grace to look guilty. But then he shrugged. "You asked for it." Shane said simply. "You wanted to savour the build. I only made it more intense." Shane gently pulled out of Chris, not missing the wince on Chris' face. He'd obviously hurt Chris with all that pounding, Shane thought, feeling bad. Shane made it a point not to fuck Chris often because of the length of his dick. Even when he did, he was always careful, determined not to hurt Chris. He always made sure he opened Chris up well, to help take his girth and length. That morning however, apart from the fact that Chris had obviously not opened himself up, he'd made Shane totally lost control with all that fiery heat. And his determination to hold off Chris' release till it actually became an explosion had made him work Chris' channel till it had obviously become tender and sore. "I'm sorry, Chris." Shane murmured as he fell on his back beside Chris. "For what?" Chris turned to give Shane a curious look. "That absolutely amazing fuck?" "I saw your face when I pulled out, Chris." Shane said, rolling out of bed. "No need to lie. Should I..." "Don't you dare attempt to pick me up, Shane Nicolas Lewis." Chris growled, chuckling when Shane held his palms up in a sign of surrender. "And I'm fine. Really." He smiled, till his eyes fell on Shane's length. "Damn, you're huge." Chris muttered. "Okay, let's go take a shower." Shane sighed. "I would have come to wipe you up but since you have to get ready for work..." "I'm not going to work. I'm spending the day with you." Chris murmured, rolling to the edge of bed. "What's the use of being wealthy and owning three banks if I can't pull a disappearing act once in a while?" He growled. "What you pulled yesterday wasn't enough?" Shane chuckled. "I've sorted that one out. Hell, I just came back to bed for fuck's sake." "You mean, you've been in the study till this morning?" Shane's eyes widened in surprise. "Great!" Chris growled, secretly happy that Shane had had a sound sleep. "My boyfriend didn't even notice I wasn't beside him in bed." He grumbled, making Shane laugh. "Just great." He muttered, getting to his feet. "Oh fuck..." Chris groaned, reaching out to hold onto Shane. "Now, what was it you were saying about being fine again?" Shane scowled. "Shut up." Chris chuckled. "Come on." Limping slightly, he led the way to the bathroom, his inner thighs, slick with Shane's spilling cum. "Damn, I wish I had a pool in here like you do in your master bathroom." Shane groaned around his tooth brush. "That is so cool." He rinsed his mouth and headed into the huge shower, where Chris was already waiting. "Let's wash off and go relax in the Jacuzzi." Chris chuckled, pouring liquid soap on Shane's abs. "God knows I need a good soak." He added, drawing a groan from Shane. "Trying to make me feel more guilty?" Shane murmured, enjoying the feel of Chris' hands on him. "Now you know why I usually don't want to top." He leaned forward and lightly bit Chris' on the lobe. "That arse feels so mouthwateringly good around my cock I always get carried away." "Hmmm... Know what you can do to make it better?" Chris asked as he turned Shane around so he could wash his back. "Tell me and I will do it." Shane urged. "Really?" "Uh-huh." Shane turned Chris around and started washing his back. "Well, before I tell you what I want, I think I should tell you just how intense the pain inside my arse is..." "Chris..." "What?" Chris asked with mock innocence. "I'm just telling it as it is. The throbbing pain is so insistent I even find it difficult to laugh or cough." "How do you know it's difficult to cough?" Shane growled. "I haven't heard you cough." "I coughed whilst I was brushing my teeth. Pay attention." "This is suddenly starting to sound like blackmail." Shane washed the shampoo out of Chris' hair. "You know it's an offence right?" "Sue me." Chris rolled his eyes. "Shane, I'll really like you to give therapy another chance please." Chris said quietly. "That's not open for discussion, Chris." Shane rasped and turned to leave the shower. "I should be grateful if you don't bring it up again." He dried himself quickly. "But Shane..." "Chris, enough!" Shane bellowed. He looked damn pissed. Chris stared at him in stunned amazement, shocked to see Shane filled with so much anger so suddenly. He watched as Shane angrily stormed out of the bathroom instead of getting into the Jacuzzi as planned. Chris stared at the shut bathroom door for a while, then with a sigh, climbed into the Jacuzzi alone. Much as he would have loved to go after Shane, he needed to take care of himself. If Shane wanted to go and sulk like a kid, by all means. Chris relaxed into the bubbling water, loving the soothing feel it was giving him. He felt his eyes get heavy but struggled to stay awake. He hadn't slept a wink the whole night. And when he'd finally gotten to bed that morning, Shane had looked too sexy lying in that bed, he hadn't been able to resist. And what an amazing encounter that that been, Chris sighed contentedly. With his head resting comfortable on the headrest, Chris lost the battle and drifted off to sleep. *** "Ow come on!" Shane muttered for the umpteenth time. What the fuck was keeping Chris up there, he thought exasperatedly. Was he so pissed off at him that he'd decided to stay in the bedroom the whole fucking day? It had been over two hours since he'd left Chris in that bathroom. The breakfast Abigail had prepared for them was getting cold. Shane finally went upstairs to check up on Chris. He'd also decided not to go to the office as Chris said he wanted to spend the day with him. Though he was angry at Chris for trying to force him to change his mind about therapy, he sure as hell wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to spend a whole day with Chris. When Shane stepped into his bedroom and found it empty, he frowned. Was Chris still... Shane's eyes widened at the horrible image that flashed inside his mind. Oh shit! With his heart pounding, Shane barged into the bathroom to find Chris fast asleep in the Jacuzzi. Shane gave a huge sigh of relief, thanking his stars that Chris was alright. He grabbed a towel from the stack in the drawer and went to sit at the edge of the tub, looking at Chris. He looked so peaceful. Shane's heart was still pounding in fear. Damn, he didn't know what he would do if anything happened to Chris. He heard of accidents where people drowned in baths all the time. And taking into consideration the fact that Chris had been in there for over two hours, Shane knew he had every right to be scared. Suddenly, nothing mattered but seeing the smile and happiness on Chris' face. He didn't care what he had to do as long as it would make Chris happy. Chris wanted him to go back to Dr. Murray, right? Shane was going to do it even if it killed him. Anything for his Chris, Shane smiled. He reached out and ran his fingers through Chris' hair. He'd allowed it to grow more than the military cut he'd spotted when they met again. Shane liked it this way as he loved running his fingers through the beautiful silky hair. "Chris?" Shane called softly, not wanting to startle him. Chris stirred and opened sleepy beautiful grey eyes, and then stared up at Shane. "Done sulking?" He asked softly, grinning at the shamed look of Shane's face. "You okay?" "I'm fine." Shane said quietly. "I'm sorry I pushed you." "You were right to. I have to get past my fear and humiliation and go back." Shane gave a slight smile. "Does that mean..." "I'll go." Shane said softly. "Don't give up on me, Chris." Shane looked so defeated. "I'll..." "Come here." Chris breathed. And as Shane leaned down towards Chris, knowing Chris wanted to kiss him, Chris pulled him into the Jacuzzi with him, dry towel and all. "Chris what..." But Chris' mouth captured Shane's, cutting off what he'd been about to say. The kiss got hot and desperate. The two men quickly and hurriedly stripped Shane off his soaked sweat pants and t-shirt. By the time they got back downstairs, it was past midday and breakfast had been cleared off the table. "Lunch is almost ready." Abigail said with a knowing glint in her eyes. Damn, but she loved this side of her boss. The carefree, naughty side that Mr. Don had brought out, the cook couldn't help but smile at herself happily. Who didn't want a happy boss? *** When Shane came out of Dr. Murray's office the next day, Chris was waiting for him in the reception area, looking so dashing in his dark blue suit. Shane had taken longer with the good doctor, shocking the elderly man. He'd poured his heart out and felt so relieved. Somehow, knowing that Chris was close by, waiting for him at the reception, actually calmed him down. He watched as Chris got to his feet with a smile on his face, obviously happy since Shane taking so long in the doctor's office only meant progress. But Shane watched as the smile slowly evaporated from Chris' handsome face. Shane wasn't surprised one bit. He remembered his parents and brother used to tease him whenever he cried as a kid. They said his eyes became so red, it was like his mum's lipstick. He had obviously not changed even after going years without crying. Chris had obviously noticed his red eyes. Why the fuck couldn't he keep the tears away whenever he was in Dr. Murray's office? So far, he'd been in that office twice and both times, he'd cried, Shane thought, angry at himself. Shane watched as Chris stalked over to where he stood with Dr. Murray, at the doctor's door. The pretty receptionist and another woman, who didn't look like she was there to see the doctor, turned their attention from the TV to watch Chris. Shane couldn't help but think Chris looked like a hungry lion, stalking towards its prey. Shane instinctively took a step back. He would have taken another step but for the feel of the wall at his back. "Chris..." Shane breathed just as Chris cupped the sides of his face in his surprisingly warm palms. Chris leaned in till their noses rubbed against each other's, then he slanted his mouth over Shane's. Shane was expecting just a simple kiss and was therefore surprised when he felt Chris' wet tongue trace his lower lip sensuously before begging for entry. Shane was so shocked, especially when he heard the gasps from the two women in the reception area, and a chuckle from the doctor standing beside him, he gasped. And that was all Chris needed. Chris took advantage of Shane's parted lips and allowed his tongue to slip inside Shane's mouth. He felt the tension in Shane's body. But immediately his tongue touched Shane's a change came over Shane. Shane moaned and melted into the kiss. And what a kiss it was! Whilst Chris' hands moved down to wrap around Shane's waist, Shane's move to Chris' shoulders, and then move up into his hair, cradling the back of his head to hold him to the kiss. When the clearing of throat finally penetrated their consciousness, Chris sucked Shane's bottom lip into his mouth languorously before finally letting go. But his hands still remained loosely on Shane's hips. "You okay?" Chris murmured, looking into Shane's unfocused eyes. "How can you expect me to be after that?" Shane breathed. "I was going to ask the same thing?" Dr. Murray chuckled. "You must be Chris." He said and stuck his hand out for a handshake. "Yes Doc." Chris responded hoarsely, shaking the doctor's hand. "Is...is he okay?" He asked, turning to look at Shane with worried eyes. "Chris..." Shane groaned. He wasn't a kid for fuck's sake. "He's fine." Dr. Murray said. "Can I see you next week Wednesday?" Chris nodded. "Sure. What time?" The doctor shrugged. "Whatever time will be okay for you. Your man booked me for the whole day because he said he didn't know when you'd be free so..." "When do you start work?" Chris asked, linking his fingers with Shane's. "Eight a.m." "I'll be here at eight." Chris couldn't seem to keep his eyes off Shane. "Is that okay with you?" He turned to look at the doctor. "It's fine. See you then." The doctor said and then turned to Shane. "See you tomorrow, Shane." "Yeah." Shane sounded as though he'd swallowed a frog. He cleared his throat. "Yes, see you tomorrow." Immediately Shane and Chris got onto the elevator, Chris pulled Shane into a fierce hug. "Fuck, I hate it when you cry." He growled. "It's good to cry sometimes." Shane chuckled. "And you better stop kissing me in public, whenever you feel like it. It makes people uncomfortable." "Once it doesn't make you uncomfortable, I don't give a fuck about other people." Chris husked. "In fact, if that bulge I felt in the doctor's reception was any indication..." "Oh God. Shut up," Shane said, laughing as they exited the elevator. "And you look hot as fuck in that Henley shirt." Chris murmured huskily as they made their way across the wide foyer. "Trying to seduce your therapist?" Shane, in a white long-sleeved Henley shirt, blue jeans and combat boots, looked so sexy and gorgeous, Chris wasn't surprised all eyes were on them as they made their way out of the building. Seriously, it should be criminal for a man to be that sexy, Chris thought, glaring at some of the people who looked at Shane. Shane looked amused. "I'm not going to dignify that question with an answer." "Got something to hide?" Chris taunted, following Shane to his car. Shane clicked his remote to open his car, but just as he opened his door, Chris pushed him against the door, closing it again. Shane didn't turn around. He remained still, his body pressed between Chris' and the car. "Come to my office with me." Chris murmured behind Shane's ear, causing a shiver to flash through Shane. He moaned uncontrollably. "Chris, you have work to do." Shane groaned, relieved there was no one in the parking lot at that very moment. "I can work better and faster if I have you in my sights." Chris murmured, lightly biting Shane's ear. "Oh God." Shane moaned, feeling himself getting hard. "My car..." His protests sounded weak even to his own ears. "I'll send someone to pick it up and take it home." Chris husked, rubbing himself against Shane whilst sucking on his lobe. "Chris, I don't think this is a good idea." Shane breathed, turning around to face Chris. Shane realized his mistake immediately, when their erections rubbed against each other's. "Oh fuck...Chris this is..." Shane saw Chris' eyes darken with arousal and suddenly, couldn't think straight. "Come here..." He muttered huskily, gripping Chris' nape to pull his face towards his. Then they were claiming each other's lips with a wild hunger, right there in the parking lot. "Fuck Shane." Chris breathed harshly when he tore his mouth from Shane's. "I'm not taking no for an answer. I won't be able to concentrate if you're not with me." "Really?" Shane chuckled shakily. "Dude, get real." "Lock the car, Shane." Chris muttered and stepped away from Shane. With a sigh, Shane locked the car and followed Chris to his. "You're a piece of work, you know that?" Unbreakable Bond Ch. 09 "Well, this 'piece of work' wants his boyfriend with him." Chris said as he tore out of the lot. Shane looked at Chris for a while and shook his head in amusement. "I like your tie by the way." He murmured. "I think I wanna tie you up with it." Those words sounded so sexy and hot coming from Shane, Chris swallowed audibly. "Really?" Chris sounded hoarse. He turned to give Shane a quick glance. "You really want to tie me up?" Shane's eyes looked smoky and wicked as he nodded, making Chris shiver. "Damn straight." Chris gave a slight smile and turned back to look ahead. "Then let's make that happen, my Black Stallion." Chris' voice took on that sexy, raspy quality, meant to seduce. And when he heard the moan that tore out of Shane's throat, he knew he'd accomplished his goal. In Chris' plush executive office, he called his assigned chauffer, who he hardly used, to his office as he scribbled down Shane's address, car number and Dr. Murray's address on a piece of paper. "Max, please pick up this car..." He pointed to the car number on the piece of paper, "From this building's parking lot six, and drive it to this address." "Consider it done Sir." Max gave a slight nod. "Thank you, Max." Chris' grinned at Shane as Max left to do as he'd been instructed. "So...I'm here. What do you want me to do?" Shane asked, walking over to portable framed picture on Chris' desk, which hadn't been there the last time he'd been in Chris' office. It was a picture of Shane...which he didn't remember taking. But he did remember the day Chris must have taken it because of what he was wearing. Shane was wearing a sexy black, short-sleeved t-shirt, with navy blue stand collar, which fit his body like a second skin. He remembered he had on a black jeans but that wasn't showing as Chris had taken a portrait and not a full shot. And he remembered Chris going on and on about how hot he looked, and how Chris had fucked him later in the pool, with him still wearing that top. Chris had some wacky fantasies and that had been a damn good one, Shane smiled, remembering. That had been about two months earlier. Shane turned his head to look at Chris, who shrugged. "You looked totally hot." Chris murmured, staring at the picture. The guy took swag to another level and it just made Chris drool. "I had to get something to wank off to when I'm in the office." He added with mock seriousness. "Yeah right." Shane laughed. "As if you'll get the time to do that in this gladiator arena. You work too hard." Shane sighed, dropping into one of the visitors' chairs. "Not as hard as I used to." Chris countered. "Since...us, I've taken it easy. And you're a fine one to talk. That empire of yours doesn't run itself does it?" "Touché." But you will agree with me, I don't..." Shane trailed off when there was a knock on the door. Chris clicked on the button on his desk to open the door for whoever it was. He knew it was someone close to him as his secretary hadn't announced the person. Chris grinned when Aaron entered. "Shane..." Aaron exclaimed. "I thought as much. The ladies are creaming their panties, talking about the hot, drop dead gorgeous hunk that came in with Mr. Donovan." He hugged Shane who'd gotten up and met him halfway in Chris' huge office. "Really?" Shane laughed. "Looks like they don't want to keep their jobs. What with jealous monster owners and all..." He murmured with a teasing glint in his eyes. "I heard that." Chris growled. "You were meant to." Shane retorted, dissolving into laughter with Aaron. Whilst Aaron talked with Shane, Chris quickly signed the important cheques which had been waiting on his desk and made some calls. By the time he was done with the calls, Aaron had left. Chris studied Shane as he looked at a particular displayed painting, which Aaron always made fun of. Shane had a slight smile on his face and Chris just knew Aaron must have said something silly about the painting to Shane. "Know why I like him so much?" Chris asked, pulling Shane's attention from the painting. "Like who?" "Aaron." "You mean there's another reason besides the guy being so damn handsome?" Shane grinned. "Tell me." Chris laughed. "I know he is. But that's not why I like him." Chris shook his head slowly. "The first day I saw him, I said some really mean things to him." "Oh boy." Shane breathed. "I know you being mean, can be lethal." Shane drawled, watching as Chris winced. "Sorry. Go on." "I deserved that." Chris said quietly. "But that day, Aaron put me in my place. I...he reminded me so much of you." "I never put you in your place." Shane said. "It's not that. It was because of his background..." "He was poor." It wasn't a question. Chris shrugged. "Not poor. Just getting by. I can't really explain it but I felt like he was my responsibility. And I've been looking out for him ever since." Shane nodded. "He's a smart young man. Very intelligent." Shane said, remembering his talk with Aaron that day in Damon's house. Aaron had impressed him with his intelligence. Shane understood Chris even better than Chris himself. He wasn't surprised Aaron had reminded Chris of him. Maybe it was because Aaron had been underprivileged just like Shane, maybe it had been because he'd had only his mother, just like Shane...it could have been a number of reasons. But he obviously had a lot in common with Aaron. When they were kids, Chris had always looked out for him...felt like Shane was his responsibility though they were the same age. And he'd done a great job too till... Shane shook his head. He didn't want to think about it. "Hey." Chris grinned at Shane. "Bored?" "Nope. I love watching you work. Done with your calls?" Chris nodded. "Will handle a few e-mails, then we can get outta here." "Take your time." Shane said, moving to look at the beautiful view of the city through the floor-length windows. Chris' office had windows on two exterior walls, showing a breathtakingly spectacular view of the city. "Your office is huge. And I love the view." "Hmm... Sometimes I just look at the view when I need to think or I'm stressed. It helps." Chris said from behind his desk. Shane smiled at that. With that kind of view, he wasn't surprised watching it could help Chris think or relax. Wouldn't it be even better if Chris could get off whilst taking in that beautiful view, Shane surprised himself by thinking. Where the fuck had that come from, he asked himself. He knew that depending on the type of glass used, one may or may not be seen by someone from another building. An idea started forming in Shane's mind. He knew it was naughty but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to try it. He turned around to look at Chris, who was busy behind his computer. He did tell him to allow him to go home, right? He could therefore not be held responsible for his actions, Shane thought with a naughty smile as he started towards Chris. He wished he could say something like...Somebody Stop Me! Chris looked up when he felt Shane beside him. Then he saw the look in Shane's eyes and shivered. God, he loved it when Shane looked at him like that. Possessively and greedily, as if he was the only thing that mattered to Shane...like he would literally kill anyone who came between them. "What?" Chris croaked. "Tell your secretary to hold your calls." Shane rasped, reaching for Chris' tie. Chris hit the send button on his computer to send the mail he'd been typing. Then he reached for his phone, sliding back from the desk to give Shane room to remove his tie. "Amanda, hold all my calls." Chris told his PA. "Don't interrupt me under any circumstances. Not even if the building is on fire... Well, maybe you can make an exception then." He added with a smile, and hung up. Then he looked up at Shane, giving him a smoldering look. "Satisfied?" "Very." Shane murmured drawing the tie from around Chris' neck. Then he turned a still seated Chris around and pushed his chair closer to the window. "Give me your hands." Shane demanded from behind Chris. Chris couldn't stop the smile that broke out across his face. He sure did love this Shane. He allowed Shane to pull his hands behind him, around his chair and tied his wrists together. It was a loose knot, simply aimed at keeping his hands behind him. Chris watched as Shane came to stand in front of him and moaned at the lust in the other man's eyes. "You look so hot like this." Shane husked. "I'm going to blow you. I want you to get off whilst..." Shane turned to look at the view behind him, "looking at this spectacular view." Then he turned back to face Chris. "Think we can be seen or caught?" He asked but didn't look or sound like an affirmative answer from Chris would stop his plan. "Who cares?" Chris husked, already hard. "I own the damn place." "I'm referring to that building." Shane said, pointing at the building across from them. "I own that too." Chris grinned when Shane rolled his eyes, and then gave a lustful groan when Shane's tongue darted out to wet his lips. Damn, he needed that tongue on his cock, Chris breathed harshly. He could already feel Shane's wicked mouth on him though Shane wasn't even touching him yet. Being tied up and helpless was rousing some really intense feelings inside Chris. "What are you waiting for, Shane?" He squirmed in his seat, already feeling how wet his boxer briefs were. He had a feeling he could come just by looking at Shane and anticipating his next move. Fuck! Shane chuckled and leaned down, taking hold of each arm of Chris' chair. Then he closed the distance between them and kissed Chris softly. Shane only deepened the kiss when with a broken moan, Chris flicked his tongue against his lips. Shane opened his mouth and sucked on that flicking tongue till Chris was a quivering mess, then he proceeded to devour Chris, plundering into every corner of mouth. Both men moaned into the kiss, wanting more. Shane didn't even know when his hands moved from the arms of Chris' chair to cup Chris' face, to hold him still as he kissed the fuck out of him. Chris had kissed and been kissed by Shane on a countless number of occasions. But the kiss he was being given at that very moment by Shane topped it all. Shane's lips were firm yet soft against Chris', tenderness blending with lust and love. It was so intense Chris wasn't surprised when he felt himself on the verge of creaming his pants. Shit, he needed that hot mouth of Shane's on his cock like yesterday. He tore his mouth away from Shane's with a gasp, instinctively trying to free his hands. He wanted to take charge, direct Shane's mouth to his cock before he lost it. Chris groaned at the unaccustomed feeling of restraint around his wrists. "Shane please..." Chris knew he sounded like a whiny kid but couldn't help it. He needed Shane. If Shane didn't wrap those hot lips around him soon, he knew he'd lose his fucking mind. Shane dropped tiny kisses all over Chris' face till he got to his ear, panting harshly. "Fuck, the sight of you like this is killing, baby." He husked. "You look so hot I could fuck you right here right now." "What's stopping you?" Chris moaned. He couldn't believe how close he was to coming already...and just from a kiss. "That's not what I have in mind." Shane said huskily as he slowly went down on his knees in front of Chris, loving Chris' helpless pants. For a man who loved being in control, Chris was taking being tied up really well, Shane couldn't help but think. In no time at all, Shane had Chris' trousers and boxers around his thighs, allowing his restrained throbbing cock its much needed freedom. He blew on the sensitive wet head and smiled when he felt a shudder pass through Chris. "Oh fuck." Chris cried out, shaking as if he were in the cold, his palms damp with perspiration. "Shane please... please don't keep me hanging like you did the other time." Chris' voice shook with arousal. "I can't take that." Looking at Chris with eyes filled with so much lust and heat, Shane leaned forward and licked the leaking tip of Chris' dick with the tip of his tongue. Chris moaned as his eyelashes drifted down in utter pleasure. Shane immediately stopped what he was doing. "Keep your eyes on the view, Chris." He rasped. "Otherwise, we're calling a halt to this." "You son of a...Oh Christ!" Chris cried when he felt wet heat engulfed the head of his cock. The rush of moist fiery heat over the sensitive crown of his cock was amazingly powerful. Shane sealed those hot lips around the head and sucking gently. Then he was swallowing Chris down in one voracious gulp, taking all his length down his throat and humming a tune Chris couldn't even recognize. He didn't stand a chance. Chris' breath locked in his chest and his eyes slammed shut despite Shane's earlier warning as with a gurgling sound, he erupted inside Shane's throat, surrendering to the powerful orgasm that rocked through him. He would have given anything to be able to hold Shane that very moment and instinctively tried to free his hands again. Feeling his restrains bite into his wrists, he rode out his orgasm, thrusting up as much as he possibly could with Shane's tight grip on his hips. Chris didn't have words for what he'd just experienced. He opened dazed eyes and stared down at Shane, who continued to suck him even after he was spent. Despite the sensitive state of his cock, Chris felt his cock stir again and begin to fill up. "Shit." He whispered, eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure, surprise, helplessness and love for the man on his knees before him. "Shane..." He barely recognized his own voice. Shane looked up at him but never once stopped his pleasurable sucking on Chris' cock. His eyes twinkled at the drugged look on Chris' face. Damn, the guy looked fucking hot, drunk on pleasure, Shane thought proudly. Looking down into Shane's eyes, speech eluded Chris. He wanted to tell Shane to untie him but he couldn't bring himself to make that request. And Shane, knowing exactly how blissed out Chris felt, gave Chris a slow wink which only succeeded in arousing Chris even more. Shane fondled Chris' balls with one hand and pointed at the window with the other. Then he proceeded to blow Chris out of his mind...literally. "Oh, fucking hell...Shane...so good..." Chris moaned when he couldn't keep silent any longer. The feel of Shane's hot mouth on his cock, the wondrous magic feel of his fingers on his balls, and the view of the city bustling with activity below them was playing an exquisite havoc on his mind. "Oh God, yes, suck me, Shane." He gasped. Shane moved down briefly to suck on Chris' balls, and then went right back to his cock, giving it playful licks from root to tip and stroking over the throbbing sensitive ridges with the flat of his tongue. He wasn't in a hurry. He loved the feel of Chris in his mouth. Shane closed his eyes and gave himself over to the great feeling within, enjoying the sweet flavour of Chris. Shane was so hard it hurt. With a groan, he swallowed Chris in one smooth, deep, motion that made Chris' head spin, and then gave him a hard suction which drove Chris out of his mind with delirious pleasure. "Holy fuck!" Chris groaned. His eyes had remained on the beautiful view below them as Shane had instructed, not really seeing anything as his eyes were unfocused due to the mind-blowing pleasure Shane was subjecting him to. But at that hard suction on his cock, his eyes moved to Shane, clashing with Shane's. Chris saw the arousal and sheer force of will in Shane's eyes that was stopping him from seeking his own pleasure. Chris knew that the Shane he knew now, was different from the Shane that existed about a year earlier...the Shane who thought he wasn't a sexual person...the Shane who could go years without getting off. This Shane...his Shane was an extremely sexual person, and was probably going out of his mind with need, especially after watching Chris orgasm so powerfully and tasting his cum. Chris also knew how stubborn Shane was, and how determined he always was to concentrate on just him whenever he made up his mind to blow his mind. Chris groaned, feeling his heart pound when he felt Shane's tongue flicking over the sensitive underside of his cockhead. "God..." Chris was so thrilled he'd made sure his office was sound proof because of the sensitive nature of the important meetings he had in there. Chris felt delicious tingles race along his spine and his balls draw up. He knew he was going to fall off the edge any moment and vowed to take Shane with him. His hands were tied but he still had his feet...right? Chris kicked off his right shoe and brought up his leg to rest on Shane's lower back. He felt Shane's body jolt at the sensation, and smiled inwardly. Then he slowly and relentlessly began to rub his heel against that spot... that sweet spot that never failed to drive Shane crazy. Shane roared deep in his throat, his mouth still filled with cock. Then as if he simply couldn't control himself, Shane's head reared up, off Chris' cock, as he threw his head back and cried out in pleasure. And watching Shane lose it, Chris felt powerful. Even with his hands tied behind his back, he could bring Shane ecstasy...and that felt damn good. He watched Shane bite his lower lip sexily as his back arched in pleasure, totally drunk on lust. Chris had never seen a more sexy man. "Damn, I wish I could kiss you." Chris moaned as he stared into Shane's glazed eyes. "You are so gorgeous baby." Chris murmured as he watched one of Shane's hands move down to frantically unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. Shane released his pulsing cock through the fly of his jeans and began pulling hard and fast...almost frenziedly. "Oh fuck, so damn hot." Chris groaned. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen. As he stroked himself, Shane made these gorgeous needy sounds that just blew Chris' mind. The combination of the exquisite stimulation of his hand on his engorged cock and the rapturous sensations from Chris rubbing his pleasure spot, was driving Shane crazy. The delicious pressure at the base of Shane's cock was so insistent he knew he was incapable of staving it off. He was going to blow... "Chris..." A desperate cry tore out of Shane's throat. Then as if that was warning enough, he dipped his head down and swallowed Chris to the hilt, growling deep in his throat the whole time. And that mind-shattering sensation around Chris' throbbing cock... Chris came undone! "Fuuuuuuck!" Chris screamed as he came hard, exploding for the second time, deep down Shane's swallowing throat. Gasps tore out of Chris as pleasure racked his body violently. Even as he spurted powerfully into Shane's greedily working throat, Shane writhed as he shot his load into his hand. Wild horses couldn't have forced Chris eyes to that view below them as Shane wanted. He watched as Shane unraveled before him...his deep throaty groans and swallowing muscles, milking Chris till he thought he would pass out from all the euphoric sensation. Shane kept coming in a flood...he couldn't seem to stop. When he eventually allowed Chris' spent cock to plop out of his mouth, Shane's head dropped onto Chris' lap, his muscles, weak and useless as his body twitched with aftershocks. Chris' rubbing heel wasn't helping matters either. "Chris please..." Shane whimpered and instantly gave a sigh of relief when Chris' heel stopped its movement against his spot. "I know you didn't keep your eyes on the view as I instructed." Shane murmured shakily. Chris smiled. "You were a better view." He murmured, wanting so badly to hold Shane. "Your office has an amazing view too. How about you fuck me in there one of these days, with me facing away from you, and both of us looking down at the bustling city?" Chris husked, almost drooling at the image he'd painted himself. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 09 "Fuck..." Shane shuddered, picturing himself plunging deep into Chris from behind as they both took in the lovely view below them. "That will be awesome." He whispered shakily. "I can't wait." Chris rasped, knowing he would never get enough of Shane. He waited till the occasional tremors that seemed to pass through Shane cease and he looked composed. "Shane?" "Uh-huh?" Shane didn't even have the strength to raise his head and Chris knew it. "Can you reach behind me with your free hand and untie me please?" Damn, he was good, Chris praised himself. Managing to sound so polite when the feelings within him were so intense was no small feat. Shane reached behind Chris' chair and released the knot, without getting off his knees or raising his head from Chris' lap. He was content where he was. Chris stretched his hand over his head to restore the blood flow and ease the discomfort in his shoulder. Then he brought his hands down to cuddle Shane's head, smiling when he heard Shane's sigh of contentment. "Give me your hand, Shane." Chris demanded softly. He didn't have to tell Shane which hand he was referring to. Shane brought up the hand that help his essence and Chris took it to his mouth, pried Shane's fingers loose and went to town on the cum in there. He licked Shane's palm clean before placing Shane's hand on his chest, right where his heart beat. "Feel that?" Chris rasped. And when he felt Shane's nod, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to his head. "It beats for you." Chris whispered. "Just you." And it was the gospel, honest, naked truth. *** Shane's subsequent sessions with Dr. Murray went without a hitch. The doctor was pleased with his progress. Shane himself felt lighter, as though a load had been lifted off his shoulder. "I feel good, Chris." Shane confessed. "I can't wait for us to start going together." "So you can insult me to my face, huh?" Chris said dryly. "Actually, yeah." Shane deadpanned. "It's gonna feel damned good to be able to haul insults at you in the name of therapy." "Jerk." Chris muttered, throwing a pillow at Shane. He couldn't help but laugh too when Shane burst into uncontrollable laughter. At least Shane was okay. Eventually, the day came for Chris's private sessions with the doctor to begin. By his third visit, he finally understood how Shane had felt. Chris' emotions became so heightened when he was made to confront his inner demons that, he became a totally different person. The extent of self-hate he felt was so bad it made him physically ill. He became short tempered and would snap at anyone and anything except Shane. His workers and business associates suddenly found it difficult to be around him. Shane couldn't help but notice how withdrawn Chris had become after starting his sessions with Dr. Murray. Chris had lost weight, had bags under his eyes, looked lost in thought almost all the time and didn't seem like his usual self at all. The only time there seemed to be any life inside Chris was when they made love. Other times, he just looked like a shell. Even Abigail had asked her boss once whether all was well with Mr. Don, whom she'd really come to love and even acknowledged as her boss too. All Chris said when Shane asked him about how he'd changed was that, he was fine. When Dr. Murray extended Chris' private sessions over the two week schedule, Shane knew something was very wrong. He wanted to talk to Dr. Murray to understand what was going on but on second thoughts, decided to allow the good doctor to do his job. Even the squad began seeing and hearing less and less of Chris. He would rather go on a trip out of town than hang out with the guys on Saturdays, leaving Shane to show up alone to their Saturday get-togethers. The guys were getting worried...especially so, as they could see the worry in Shane's eyes. "Shane? What is going on with Chris?" Damon asked one day whilst they were sitting around the poker table. Shane threw his cards down on the table and buried his face in his palms with a deep sigh. "I don't really know guys." He muttered. "He just doesn't seem like his usual self. He started his sessions with Murray and has become withdrawn ever since. He's always in a bad mood and..." "Does he lose his temper with you?" Michael asked with narrowed eyes. He would sic Mary on Chris if he dared give Shane any grief, Michael thought determinedly. In his opinion, Shane didn't deserve any shit from Chris. "No, no." Shane shook his head. "On the contrary, he treats me...like an egg, when he's not avoiding me that it." Shane gave a slight smile. "I catch him watching me all the time, it fucking disconcerting." "Well..." Dean gave a naughty grin. "He's a horny fox..." "No." Shane quickly said. "It's not like that." "Idiot." Matt muttered, smacking Dean upside the head. "Hey, careful." Dean gave a mock growl. "I'm somebody's father." "Yeah right. Whose?" Cole growled back at Dean. "Have you asked him what the problem is?" He addressed the question at Shane. "He says he's fine. But he looks different." Shane sighed. "The only time I see the Chris I know is when we're..." Shane trailed off. "We get it." Michael grinned. "So..." "...why not do it all the time then?" Matt finished Michael's sentence. "And who said that was what I was going to ask, you moron?" Michael gave Matt an incredulous look, making the guys, including Shane, dissolve into laughter despite the seriousness of the whole issue. "Now, who's the idiot." Dean laughed happily. "Have you spoken to Murray?" Michael asked, finally getting to complete his question. "No. I thought it will be better to allow him to do his job." Shane said quietly. "I didn't want to interfere." "Well, maybe you should." Kyle said, looking very tense. "Or we could talk to the asshole." Cole said, pulling out his phone, obviously about to dial Chris' number. "Cole, don't." Damon stopped him. "You know how strong-headed Chris is. Maybe just one of us can try to..." "Allow me to go knock some sense into the bully when he gets back." Tristan chipped in from his perch on the couch. "Honey, if you go to Chris, he'll send you back in a body bag." Damon said, laughter greeting his comment. "I'll do it." Aaron said from the doorway. He'd been standing there in Michael's doorway, listening to the guys talk, knowing exactly how Chris was feeling, and knowing he was the right person to talk to Chris. "Dude, do you have any other skill I don't know about?" Dean asked with a smirk, which turned into a full blown laughter when Aaron flipped him off. "Yes he does." Kyle said softly, looking at Aaron with so much adoration. "Talk to him, when he gets back, baby." "Well, if Chris will listen to anyone, it's Aaron." Cole said, earning a chorus of yeses from the guys. "In the meantime, talk to Murray, Shane." Kyle advised. "Okay." *** Dr. Murray looked at Shane quietly, trying to find the best words to tell the young man what he had to. How do you tell someone that the love of their life was more fucked up than it appeared? From his interactions with Chris, the good doctor had come to one conclusion...Chris was way more troubled over what had happened between him and Shane, than even Shane himself. In one of their sessions, Chris had shocked him by blurting out that if he could go back in time and change one thing, he would wish he'd never met Nicolas Lewis. Then he wouldn't hurt him and ruin his life. Then Chris had gotten him even more worried by telling him in another session that he'd decided to be a good person and let Shane go as he didn't ever want to hurt him again. The doctor had pointed out to Chris that letting Shane go, would be devastating to Shane. But the young man had been adamant, insisting that he couldn't get the image of a badly beaten Shane out of his mind. And that he was a very bad person, who mustn't be allowed anywhere near Shane. And listening to Chris, the elderly doctor knew it was time to do something drastic...time to bring out the big guns. All he had to do was wait for Shane to come to him. And now that he'd come, the good doctor wanted to choose his words carefully. Maybe he needed to retire, Dr. Murray thought, amused at himself. This was without a doubt, one damn challenging case. "What do you know about Chris' family's country home in Florida? Is it still there or has it been sold?" Dr. Murray asked Shane. Shane couldn't wipe the confused look off his face. What did the Donovan vacation home have to do with anything? With a shrug, he tried to recall what Chris had told him about that house. "It hasn't been sold." Shane said with a frown. "But he never goes there. In fact he's never gone there since..." He trailed off. "I see." Dr. Murray nodded. "I need the two of you to take a trip down there as soon as possible." He said. "What?" Shane bellowed. "I can't do that. I don't think that's a good idea." Shane squirmed in his seat, his heart pounding. "Is it that you don't think it's a good idea or the idea of going back there scares the bejesus out of you?" The shrewd elderly doctor asked knowingly. Shane got to his feet. He could feel himself shaking. "I'm sorry, we can't do that." And with that, Shane walked out of Dr. Murray's office. He never ever wanted to think or hear of the doctor's silly suggestion...ever. And Shane was determined to stand by his resolution...Till Chris pulled a stunt that shocked the hell out of Shane and everyone close to him. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 10 Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis Dedicated to DomXian Deep end! *** "You must be Shane." The plump lady with a pixie haircut, smiled at Shane. "I am." Shane smiled back. Chris' house keeper was as pleasant as he'd said she was. "And you are Kate, I suppose." She laughed. "The one and only. Come in." Kate said, opening the door wider for Shane. "Chris has told me so much about you I feel like I know you already. I've been dying to meet you since he dropped the bombshell." She giggled. Shane laughed, understanding why Chris had said his housekeeper was excitingly open and refreshingly honest. "He's told me a lot about you too. Welcome back. He missed you." Shane said, looking around Chris' foyer. "Is he here?" He asked. "No." Kate's smile faltered. "I assumed he was with you. He told me..." But she trailed off. "What did he tell you?" Shane asked quickly. "Well, he said he virtually lives with you now." She said with a slight smile. "He does. But for the past three days..." "He comes home to change in the mornings and then leaves for work, I know." Kate completed Shane's sentence...or she thought she had. Shane froze. Yes, Chris virtually lived with him but Chris always went directly to work from his end...well, till three days ago that is. Chris had explained that he had some stuff to do at home so he'd started sleeping in his own home...or so he'd led Shane to believe. But from what Chris' housekeeper was saying, it appeared Chris wasn't sleeping at home after all. "I wonder where he is this morning." Kate muttered to herself. "I mean if he's not here and not with you..." She looked up at Shane and gave a slight frown at the look on Shane's face. Something wasn't right. "Is everything alright?" She asked. "Yeah, yes everything is fine." Shane sighed, looking around but not really seeing anything. "Listen, I really think..." Kate started but trailed off, making Shane turn to look at her. The look on the housekeeper's face showed something was bothering her. "What is it, Kate?" Shane asked softly. She shrugged. "It's just that Chris doesn't seem like his usual self. He's..." She trailed off again. "He's what?" Shane asked. "Forget I said anything." Kate said quickly. "I'm sure..." "Listen Kate. Tell me whatever is on your mind." Shane said softly. "I can only help him if people like you, who know him very well, can honestly tell me when you think there's a problem. I only want what's best for him, just as I'm sure you do." Kate nodded and took a deep breath. "For the past three days, he comes home in the mornings with alcohol on his breath. Of course you already know that since he comes from your end." She said with a look of disapproval. "I don't think you guys should indulge that much. But the other thing that bothers me is that he doesn't look like he's eating much. I'm worried about him, Shane." Shane nodded slowly. "Truth is he hasn't slept at my end in the past three nights. He said something about needing to work from here. Fuck." Shane muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Oh dear." Kate groaned, twisting the cord on her slacks nervously. "I assumed he sleeps at yours since he said..." Her eyes widened suddenly. "Well, he has a permanent suite at the Four Seasons Hotel." Kate said. "Maybe he's there." "Yes he told me about that. I think I'll pass through the hotel on my way home." Shane extended a hand towards Kate. "Thank you very much Kate. It was nice meeting you." "Likewise. Oh and tell him I said he had better not come home drunk." She said sternly, drawing a chuckle from Shane. "I will." And with that, Shane left Chris' house with a heavy heart. The feeling in his stomach was so queasy, he thought he was going to be sick but he took in deep breaths and hopped into his car. What the fuck was going on, he thought worriedly. He decided to go directly to the hotel. It was a Saturday so he had all the time. And God help Chris if he wasn't at the hotel, Shane thought darkly. *** Chris sat at the bar with half a bottle of scotch and an almost empty glass in front of him. He'd woken up not too long ago, taken a shower and come down to the bar to continue his drinking spree, which was all that seemed to get him going these days. And already, the full bottle of scotch was down to half, he shook his head disapprovingly at himself. But he didn't push the bottle away. He rather filled his glass. Chris just wanted to be alone...didn't want any disturbances. His cell phone had been off since the day before so he had not been getting any calls to disturb his peace. Chris knew Shane would be worried, but he wanted to think. Thanks to therapy, he knew he had to make some tough decisions. It was bound to affect people...Shane, to be precise. For some reason, Chris believed that the only way to ensure that he never hurt Shane again, would be to let Shane go. And he'd even told Dr. Murray his intentions. But after doing a lot of thinking, he'd come to the conclusion that he just couldn't do the right thing... He couldn't let go of Shane. Call him selfish but really, he'd rather die than live without Shane in his life. Chris downed the scotch and poured himself another. The past two weeks had not been easy. It was very difficult, combining his work with the images that seemed to constantly flood his subconscious. All he had to do was close his eyes, and Shane's badly beaten body would be there. He always had to make an effort to concentrate very hard on whatever he was doing because those images always succeeded in throwing him off whatever he was doing. He'd been in the middle of a very important presentation about four days earlier and for some reason, thought of Shane. It was nothing strange. He thought of Shane all the time. All he did whenever he thought of the guy, was to smile and move on with whatever he was doing. Yes, Shane was a distraction sometimes, but it had never been a negative one. But that day, immediately the thought of Shane had flashed through his mind, the images had followed. He'd almost disgraced himself by discontinuing with his presentation. He'd had to pause, take deep breaths and water, before continuing with his presentation, to the shock of his audience. Chris knew he couldn't go on like that. Whenever he slept beside Shane of late, he couldn't sleep. All he did was stare at Shane, unconsciously wanting to reassure himself that Shane was okay and not hurt like the image in his head. He'd therefore decided to start sleeping in his own house. At least there, he could finally get a much needed rest by drinking himself to sleep, away from the prying eyes of Shane. He'd given Shane some bullshit story about wanting to work from his place because of some documents he didn't want to carry all the way to Shane's. Shane had looked a little bit skeptical at his explanation but had accepted it. The only problem was that, with Kate back, Chris knew he couldn't get away with that kind of lifestyle in his house either. Kate, his housekeeper, was a fifty year old sweet lady who loved to mother Chris sometimes. Chris wasn't ready to face the disapproval he knew would be in Kate's eyes if she noticed anything out of the ordinary so he'd decided to start using his plush suite at the Four Seasons Hotel instead. What he did was go home to change for work each morning, pass through Shane's briefly after work, and then drive to the hotel to drink the night away. So far, the routine had worked perfectly because whenever he was buzzed, the images didn't come as often. "Hey, handsome." Purred Peaches, one of the sexy dancers for the hotel. "Hey, sexy." Chris grinned at the hot woman. He'd hooked up with her once, years ago. She'd made it very clear she still wanted him but Chris had told her he was in love with a guy. That hadn't stopped Peaches from coming to sit with him whenever she was free. Chris didn't really mind as she'd made it her mission to ensure that other girls left him alone. "I see you're still drinking your life away." Peaches said, grabbing the bottle of scotch and Chris' glass. "Kev, bring me a glass will you." She told the bartender as she turned to go. "Come on, Chris." Peaches sashayed her way to a corner table, where there was a plate of eggs, bacon and toast waiting. "Sit." "Peach..." Chris groaned but sat as instructed. Peaches could be pretty nasty when she didn't have her way. "You know I can't eat..." "You can and you will, honey." Peaches said sternly. "The egg is spicy so it will do you good. Come on, dig in before I sic the other dancers on you. You know they all want a piece of that fine body." She grinned, drawing a chuckle out of Chris. "Not the girls please." He muttered as he picked up a fork. "Fuck, I hate this." "Honey, the fact that you decided to turn gay doesn't mean I want to watch you harm yourself." Peaches said, pouring herself a shot. "Who knows, maybe you'll realize how much you miss boobs and come..." "Never." Chris laughed. "A woman can hope, can't she?" She asked, sipping her drink. "She sure can." Chris replied, wondering why he had given that vehement answer to the idea of boobs, seeing as he'd wanted to let Shane go. Chris chuckled. He definitely wasn't going to hook up with a guy after Shane. But he sure as hell didn't see himself anywhere near boobs either. What made him think he could even pull that silly plan off, he asked himself with a scowl. Hell, it was not like he could drink Shane out of his system. He couldn't wait to see Murray on Tuesday to tell him what he'd decided...not to do. The elderly man was going to be happy with his decision for sure. Fuck! What Shane must be going through not hearing from him, Chris thought. He pushed the plate away, suddenly hating the idea of food. Then he reached for his glass of scotch. "Chris..." "I've had enough. I need this now." He growled as he took a sip. "At least you've taken some food." Peaches sighed, signaling a waiter to come and pick up the plate. Then she slid closer to Chris, set her elbows on the table and placed her chin on her entwined fingers and stared at Chris. "What?" Chris asked with an amused look. "You have to stop this, Chris." Peaches said softly. "It won't help." Chris set an elbow on the table too and his cheek on his fist and stared right back into Peaches' eyes. "And who made you an expert?" "Chris?" Chris heard that last voice he was expecting, call his name and sat upright. And the look in Shane's eyes nearly killed him. *** "Shane." Shane finally took his eyes off the woman and looked at Chris when he heard Chris say his name. Tracking down Chris hadn't been difficult at all. He'd asked to see Chris at the reception area and given his own name. He'd been directed to the bar, where he'd immediately seen Chris, sitting in a cozy corner with a really pretty lady. He'd watched as a waiter had picked up a plate from their table just as the lady slid closer to Chris, their bodies touching. There was an easy intimacy and familiarity between the two which showed how close they were. Shane had suppressed the bolt of pain that had flashed through his chest. Maybe the lady was simply coming on to Chris and nothing more, Shane told himself. But then Shane saw how the two had stared into each other's eyes whilst talking and just knew that those two were lovers. No one who saw them together could mistake that they were lovers. Blinding rage and searing pain flashed through Shane, leaving him breathless. He'd almost turned around and left but he knew his legs wouldn't be able to carry him to his car. He could feel himself shaking and his palms getting damp with perspiration. He felt cold suddenly and his heart was pounding so hard he feared he was about to have a heart attack. The pain and feeling of betrayal was that extreme. But much as he wanted to leave the place and pretend he hadn't seen Chris' betrayal, Shane wanted to confront Chris even more. Taking deep breaths to calm himself, he'd willed his wobbly legs to send him close to the cozy couple. And the guilt that flashed within the eyes of Chris when he'd noticed Shane, was all the answer Shane needed. Chris was cheating on him. "Shane, it's not what you think." Chris said as he got to his feet. "Peaches is..." "Are you saying you've never fucked her?" Shane's voice was quiet. Too quiet. Chris went as white as sheet. His initial feeling was fear. Fear that Shane was already thinking the worst. Then he began to feel anger. Blinding anger. Was that what Shane thought of him? That he was capable of cheating on him? After all they'd been through? After all the assurance he'd given to Shane that he was never going to cheat on him? Did his word mean so little to Shane? If Shane thought him capable of cheating on him, then he might as well allow the chips to fall where they may. Straightening up his spine, Chris looked Shane in the eye and nodded slowly. "I have." After all it was the honest answer to Shane's question. "Chris..." Peaches groaned beside Chris, drawing Shane's attention back to her. Chris didn't turn to look at Peaches. He kept his eyes on Shane, who was now looking at Peaches. Shane looked up at Chris after a moment and gave a slight nod. Then he turned around and left. Chris sat heavily in his chair, staring unseeingly into space. "Are you fucking crazy?" Peaches screeched. She didn't have to be a genius to know that, the gorgeous guy who'd just left was the man Chris was in love with. "What were you thinking?" Chris hadn't told her exactly what his problem was with his man but it was obvious whatever was eating at him, had to do with Shane. "What did you do?" Peaches groaned. "Tell the truth." Chris said stonily. "I need to go back to my suite. Care to join me?" Chris asked as he stood up and picked up the bottle of booze. He really didn't want to be alone right then. Peaches took a deep breath and stood up too. "Sure." Then she followed Chris to his suite. *** Shane sat in his car at the parking lot of the hotel, shaking with pain, humiliation and anger whilst going over what had transpired in the bar. So it had come to that huh? Chris had actually been shacking up with that lady for the past three days. Images of Chris entwined with the woman in the throes of passion assailed him. He squeezed his eyes shut against the images in his head, but they wouldn't go away. Chris had cheated, and then had the nerve to attempt to deny by saying it wasn't what it looked like. Really? Shane felt dead inside. He couldn't believe Chris had done that to them. He'd promised! "Fuck!" He muttered, leaning his head against the steering wheel. It hurt. Fuck, did it hurt. But what had made Chris decide to confess after all? And why did the lady sound shocked at Chris' confession? Something wasn't right, Shane couldn't help but think. He just couldn't place a finger on it but something didn't feel right. And he hated the way Chris looked. He looked sick. Shane gave a short humourless laugh. Even amidst his fury at what had happened, he still couldn't help but think about Chris' wellbeing. "How fucked up is that?" He groaned. Even though Shane felt betrayed by Chris and was feeling so much hurt and anger, he knew he would forgive Chris anything. There was nothing Chris could do or say that would erase his love for him or draw Shane away from him because Shane knew he couldn't live without Chris... Couldn't imagine going forward without Chris and live. He'd thought the feeling was mutual but Chris' latest stunt had told him otherwise and the feeling of betrayal was heart-numbing. What was Chris' problem, Shane asked himself for the umpteenth time. Then groaning with frustrated, he reached out and punched Dr. Murray's number on his phone. "Shane." The man sounded very cheerful considering how they parted ways the last time Shane had been to see him. "What can I do for you?" "Hello doctor. I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time." Shane said quietly. "No, no. We can talk. What is it?" "What exactly is Chris' problem?" Shane asked. The doctor went quiet for a moment before responding. "You know I can't discuss..." "Bullshit, doc." Shane growled. "What affects him affects me too and you know it." "I do. That is why I feel you both have to deal with the issue head-on. You told me you've talked about what happened between you too. If you really did, and understand each other as you claim, then why don't you feel comfortable going to where it all began? Why does the mere thought of going back there put so much fear into you? Have you asked yourself that?" "I just want to forget." Shane said tightly. "Hmmm. Looks like you're not the only one who wants to forget. Didn't you say Chris had never been to that house since that incident?" The doctor asked. "That's what he said." Shane answered. "And are you trying to tell me that if you never set foot into that house again, that incident will forever be erased? Why can't you face your fear and deal with it once and for all? Real healing is where you see something or a place that's supposed to bring so much pain, but feel no pain. You cannot forget, Shane. But you mustn't be terrified at the mere thought of that house. When you kill a snake, it's always better to cut off its head. It will be difficult initially. But with the two of you together, you can do it. "Damn, I'm terrified." Shane muttered to himself but the doctor heard him. "I know. But both of you will feel a whole lot better if you do it." Shane sighed. Despite his anger and disappointment in Chris, he was willing to do whatever it would take to get his Chris back. He'd read somewhere a long time ago that when it came to matters of the heart, fuck egos. Well, yes, his ego was definitely bruised, but he was determined to fight for what he wanted. "I'll do it." Shane said quietly. "Great." Dr. Murray couldn't mask the approval and excitement in his voice. "I'm glad you've agreed to. All the best Shane." "Thanks. I'll need it." Shane muttered. "And Shane?" "Yes doc?" "You don't have much time." That sentence was so loaded Shane gasped. The doctor obviously knew what he was talking about. "I think I just run out." Shane groaned. "Nothing is impossible. Perseverance conquers all, son. Get in touch when you get back." "I will. Thanks doctor." *** Shane called Kyle next. "Shane. Coming?" Kyle asked immediately he picked up. The guys were at Dean's house. "Not today, Kyle." Shane said apologetically. "May I speak with Aaron please? I don't have his number." "Sure." Kyle responded. "Baby, Shane wants to talk to you." Shane heard Kyle call out. "Shane, what's up?" Aaron's voice came on the line. "Hey Aaron. I need a huge favour from you, man." "Shoot." "I'm planning on taking Chris to Florida tonight. I need you to go talk to him...convince him to go with me. Can you do that for me, Aaron?" "Sure. I'll do my best. Did he say no to you?" Aaron asked curiously. "I haven't asked him at all. I don't think he even wants to see me. He's staying at the Four Seasons Hotel." Shane sighed. "There's a lot I have to do before we fly out. Please go talk to him for me." "I'll do that, Shane." Aaron said softly, hating the defeat he detected in Shane's voice. "Good. I have to talk to Cole too. Then Michael. I..." "Relax Shane. I'm putting you on speaker." Aaron said softly. "Tell everyone what you want them to do and we'll do it. Alright?" "Alright." Shane responded, feeling his eyes sting with tears. Fuck, this was not the time for tears, he chastised himself and took deep breaths. "Shane?" It was Cole's voice. "Talk to us buddy. What do you need?" "Hey guys." Shane greeted, smiling at their responses. "Cole, you are Chris' lawyer right?" Unbreakable Bond Ch. 10 "Yes. My firm handles his stuff." Cole responded. "Good. We're going out of town for two weeks. Can you handle things in his absence?" "That can be done. I think his highly capable team can manage two weeks without him." He chuckled. "I'll make sure things are taken care of. In fact I'm going to let Tyron handle that." "Tyron?" Shane sounded surprised. "Oh, not soldier boy." Cole chuckled. "A colleague in the office. He virtually does everything with Chris." "Cool, thanks Cole. Michael?" "Talk to me." Michael said "I might need your help at the hotel. It's likely that Chris will be drunk and..." "I'm on it." Michael responded. "Thanks guys. I'm on my way to Chris' to pack a few things for hi..." "You sure you guys will be wearing anything?" Dean drawled, drawing chuckles from the guys. "We will, Dean." Shane murmured. With what had transpired between him and Chris that day, they were definitely going to be covered up, Shane thought bitterly. "Listen, Shane." Damon's voice came through. "Dean and I will meet you at Chris'." "Okay, I'll meet you there in two hours." Shane responded. "The rest of us will be at the hotel." Matt added. "Too bad Tristan is not in town. He would have teased the idiot out of whatever foul mood he's in." "I really appreciate this, guys. Thanks." Shane said and hung up. Shane went home to pack a few things. Then he called his pilot and asked him to get his helicopter ready. Shane called his firm in Florida and instructed them to send a car they could use during their two week stay in Florida, to Chris' vacation home. Then he called his trusted deputy and gave him all the necessary instructions. Ben lived to work and was damned good at it too, which is why Shane overpaid him to keep him from going anywhere else. Shane told the man that for the next two weeks, his cell phone was going to be off so he could call Shane's lawyer, who was also a trusted friend, to handle things where necessary. Then he called his mother and Lizzie and told them about his trip, promising to later send each the landline for the Donovan residence in Florida, to be used in case of emergency. Shane then spoke to Adele and promised to call her every day. After ensuring that everything was in order, he set off for Chris' home. *** When Shane eventually got to Chris', Damon and Dean were already there. They had done some packing for Chris and were playing cards with Kate. "So I hear you boys are going out of town." Kate beamed. "That's the plan." "Good. We've packed a bag for him." She pointed at a packed bag at the bottom of the stairs. "Thank you very much, Kate." Shane smiled. "There's another thing you can help me with. Do you know where the keys to the Florida house is?" Kate pointed up the stairs. "It's in the safe up there." "A safe." Shane muttered. "Great! How the fuck am I to know the password?" Shane muttered as they all climbed the stairs. All four of them went closer to the safe, each wondering what the password could be. After staring at the safe for a while, Shane stepped in front of it and punched in N.I.C.K. "Dude, I thought you didn't know the password." Dean's voice raised in surprise as the safe opened. "I didn't." Shane said, surprised himself. "I just...guessed." He finished in a whisper. Shane stared at the contents of the safe and felt his eyes well with tears. Inside the safe were only two items. The keys and the box of Dominos Chris had given him all those years ago. He'd used a red pen to write his own name on the box and it hadn't faded. Shane leaned his head against the safe as silent tears coursed down his cheeks. "I'll be downstairs." Kate said softly and left the three men. Damon and Dean watched Shane. They knew he was crying but neither knew what to do. In the end, Damon stepped forward, with the intention of pulling Shane back so they could close the safe. If Shane and Chris were to travel, they had to get going. But when Damon got closer, he saw the box of Dominos and immediately understood Shane's reaction. Chris had told him about it. "Your box of Dominos." Damon muttered as he drew Shane into a fierce hug. "It's okay Shane." Damon crooned as he rubbed Shane on the back, soothingly. Dean stepped closer to Shane and patted his back too, showing his support. Shane couldn't have been able to put into words how he felt that very moment if he'd been asked. Seeing that box of Dominos had affected him more than he cared to admit. If just a box of Dominos could do that to him, he dreaded what going into that house would do. "Oh God." Shane mumbled, as he pulled out of Damon's embrace. "Yes, it's my box of Dominos." He said quietly. "He kept it." Then Shane turned around, grabbed both the Dominos and the keys and closed the safe. By the time they got back downstairs, Chris' bag had already been put into Shane's car. "I've called the caretaker, Jon, at the house in Florida." Kate said quietly. "He's getting the place ready for you." "Thanks Kate." Shane smiled. "Please tell him to expect a car to be delivered in the next two hours." "I'll tell him. Oh and I'm arranging for a chef to be at post for the next two weeks." She said with a grin. "Have fun." "You're the best Kate." Dean said, hugging Chris' housekeeper. They all liked her because she spoilt them whenever it was Chris' turn to entertain on Saturdays. "Of course I'm the best." She purred, making the guys chuckle as they left the house for their cars. But for Damon and Dean, the feeling was solemn as they drove towards the hotel and Chris. Chris had told them some years back just how much he hated the idea of ever going to that house in Florida. Though he hadn't told them why at the time, he'd told them that though he never planned on going there, he also couldn't bring himself to sell it off. So they knew it was going to be very difficult to convince Chris to go on the trip. Neither Damon nor Dean wanted to be in Shane's shoes. *** Chris couldn't remember ever being as drunk as he was that very moment. He knew he was bound to pass out at a point and was actually looking forward to that. His mind kept going to Shane's face when he told him he'd fucked Peaches. Fuck! Chris turned to look at Peaches, fast asleep beside him on the bed. She'd drunk too but not as much as Chris. After telling him her piece, she'd fallen asleep, leaving Chris to wallow in his own misery. "Hey, Peach wake up." Chris slurred, shaking Peaches gently. "You said you have rehearsals at five p.m. It's almost five." "Already?" Peaches groaned, rolling over onto her back. "I wish I could...what the fuck?" Peaches trailed off as they both heard the main door being opened from outside. Since the door between the bedroom and the living room was wide opened and directly in line with the main door, they could watch as it opened. Chris was too buzzed to care about the fact that someone was entering his suite. He watched quietly as Kyle, Aaron, Matt and Cole entered the suite. He stared at his friends, noting the condemnation in their eyes. Of course it wasn't what they were all obviously thinking but...would they believe him? Fuck them, he thought. "Really?" Matt growled, staring daggers at Chris. "Are you fucking kidding me?" "Can you please excuse us, Madam?" Cole said politely to Peaches, who was already getting out of the bed. "Of course." Peaches said, pushing her feet into her shoes. "For the record, we were not hooking up or anything. I'm just keeping him company that's all." She said as she went round the bed to Chris' side and kissed him gently on the cheek. "Take care." She whispered and sashayed out of the suite. "We'll be downstairs, baby." Kyle whispered to Aaron and kissed him softly. "Come on, guys." And with a final deadly look from Matt, the guys left the room, leaving Aaron behind. Aaron stood by the door for a long moment after the guys had left, eyes locked on Chris'. Then he walked into the bedroom, toed off his loafers and climbed into the bed to sit with his back against the headboard, just as Chris was. "You know you're fucking up, right?" Aaron murmured. "Maybe I'm not the right guy for him." Chris rasped. "Bullshit!" Aaron retorted heatedly. "You're running scared and you know it. What happened to the man I looked up to?" Aaron turned to face Chris. "The man who gives me so much strength. The man who tells me everything is possible if you put your mind to it. That man won't act like this." "Aaron..." "Shut the fuck up and listen to me, Chris. That man loves you. With this attitude, you're putting a good person to an early grave. That's not the Chris I know and love. Please, stop this." "I needed space to think." Chris mumbled. "The last thing I want to do is hurt him, Aaron." "And what do you think you're doing now? What would he have thought if he'd walked in on you in bed with a woman?" Aaron's eyes widened when he saw the guilt in Chris' eyes. "What? She said you guys did nothing." "And that's the truth." Shane slurred. "But Shane...he's already seen us together." Chris groaned as if in pain. "Oh my God. When? What were you two doing? Chris..." "Settle down." Chris whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. "We weren't doing anything. And it hurts that he actually thought the worst." He muttered. "Fuck." Aaron was so pissed he was shaking. "He's on his way to take you to Florida. You..." "What?" Chris' eyes popped open. "He's taking you on a two week vacation to your vacation home. Now you will stand up, wash your face and get read..." "Who the fuck do you think you are?" Chris growled, tying to focus on at least one of the two images of Aaron he was seeing. Fuck, if both Aarons could just become one, he thought irritably. "And who the fuck does he think he is, planning my life for two weeks. Not even wild horses can drive me to that house. Do you people think..." Chris trailed off when Aaron quickly moved to straddle his thighs. "Listen to me Chris." Aaron's voice trembled and his cheeks were wet with tears. "If you have an iota of love for Shane, you will do this for him. Cole will make sure everything goes on smoothly back here. All the guys will see to that. Shane is leaving his businesses just to go on this trip with you because he cares about you and wants to get your relationship on the right path." Aaron paused to swipe furiously at his eyes, desperate to get through to Chris. "Please do this for him. And for me as well. Please." Aaron whispered shakily. "Please Chris. Please." Aaron was sobbing now. His hands covered his wet face as he sobbed. Chris pulled Aaron to his chest and held him. He didn't know what to think. Go back to that house? And Shane was willing to do that? Really? After what he'd done to him in that house? Even after assuming he'd been unfaithful, he was still willing to make their relationship work? Chris felt his tank top get wet with Aaron's tears and tightened his hold on Aaron. What the fuck was he doing, Chris asked himself. Who was he kidding? If Shane wanted him in that house, there was no way he could say he wouldn't go. And not only could he not live without Shane in his life, he also didn't want to disappoint Aaron. God, he felt faint, Chris groaned. Where the fuck was Shane when he needed him, Chris thought edgily. Of course he would probably wait till he was sitting close to some chic, to show up. Chris wanted to scream in misery but couldn't summon the energy to do that. But was he in the position to travel, Chris wondered. He was so drunk and tired, he didn't think he could. At least not today. Oh fuck, he needed to see Shane. To tell him the truth. To make him understand why he'd been behaving that way. "I'll go." He whispered. Then in a stronger voice, he repeated himself. "I will go, Aaron. I'm so sorry you had to see me like this. I'll go." Chris couldn't keep his eyes open. "Thank you, Chris." Aaron said shakily. "It's just that I'm so tired." Chris whimpered. "Where is Shane? I just want to slee..." "No, no, Chris, open your eyes." Aaron said frantically, cupping Chris' cheeks between his palms. "Come on, don't pass out now." He groaned but Chris was far gone. "You idiot!" Aaron muttered and reached for his phone. Kyle picked up on the first ring. "Talk to me." Kyle said softly on the other end. "He passed out." Aaron sighed, getting off Chris. "But not before telling me he would go with Shane." "Good job, baby." Aaron could feel the smile in Kyle's voice. "Pack his stuff. We'll be up there soon. Shane's chopper just landed on the roof." "Okay." *** Shane stood beside the bed, looking down at a passed out Chris. He wanted to shake him till his teeth rattled inside his mouth but at the same time, he wanted to kiss him...hold him close. Chris was his world. He was nothing without Chris, and Shane knew it. "I don't have to give him anything now." Michael said beside him. "He's already out. And looking at all these bottles, he's going to be out for a very long time." He chuckled. "I'll give you something for when he wakes up though." "Okay. Thanks." Shane said, bending to pick up the shirt Aaron had thoughtfully left on the bed for Chris. He gently put it on Chris and then picked him up, fireman style. "Fuck, he's light." He groaned. "How do you know he's...never mind." Michael shook his head in amusement and held the door open for Shane. When they got to the rooftop of the hotel building, where Shane's jet was ready to take off, Shane gently placed Chris in the seat and buckled him up. Then he fixed earplugs in Chris' ears to combat both noise and pressure. All the guys were standing there, watching him. Shane was so used to their fun nature that this gloomy side of them felt weird to him. After making sure that Chris was comfortable, Shane shut his door and turned around to face the guys. Then Shane moved to stand in front of Kyle. "I'll fix this. I promise." Shane said quietly. Kyle nodded. "I know you will." He said giving Shane a fierce hug. Aaron was a totally different matter though. His eyes were swollen from crying so much. Chris had helped him when he needed help most and he was devastated seeing Chris in that state. Shane didn't say anything to Aaron. He simply gathered him into his arms and held him. "Come back happy." Aaron whispered. "Please." "I'll make sure I bring your Chris back, happier than you've ever seen him okay?" Shane whispered back. At Aaron's nod, he pressed a soft kiss to the sad boy's forehead. "Just make sure we come back to the Aaron he knows and loves. Alright?" "Alright." "Good. Because Chris will go bonkers if he thinks you're not okay." Shane murmured, hugging Aaron again. Shane hugged the others, assuring them that Chris was going to be fine. Then with a final wave, he hopped into the pilot's seat and adjusted the controls. And even as the chopper rose smoothly and sored into the darkening sky, Shane prayed and hoped he could deliver on his promise to Chris' family...the squad! *** Chris stretched and tried to open his eyes. Fuck, he felt like he'd been hit by a truck. What the fuck happened, he wondered as he finally opened his eyes. "Oh fuck." He groaned, holding his head. "A fucking hangover." He muttered to himself, willing his headache away. Chris looked around the huge room, immediately knowing where he was, and wondering how he'd gotten to his father's room in Florida. Oh fuck, Aaron hadn't been joking. Shane had really brought him here. "Shit!" He muttered just as he felt his stomach heave. Chris rolled off the bed and rushed into the bathroom just in time to empty his virtually empty stomach. If only he had some food in his stomach, he wouldn't be heaving mere air which was more painful, Chris thought, angry at himself. He heard footsteps behind him and turned around to see Shane standing behind him. Trust Shane to look hot whilst he felt so shitty, Chris couldn't help thinking. Shane was wearing a black tank top that stuck to his sexy body like a second skin, on blue jeans and black boots. He looked totally delicious. "Excuse me, will you?" Chris rasped sourly as he tried to bring his harsh breathing under control. Chris heard Shane leave he bathroom and turned to look at the door with a look of surprise. To think Shane actually left simply because he'd asked him to, Chris fumed, getting to his feet. He flushed and then went to brush his teeth, wincing at his bloodshot eyes staring back at him through the mirror. He'd really done it this time. Chris raised his eyes to watch Shane in the mirror when he heard him enter the bathroom again. "Take two tablets." Shane said quietly beside Chris. "Michael says it will help. I'll be outside." With that, he turned and left the bathroom. Chris turned to watch the doorway, willing Shane to come back but he heard the bedroom door close and knew Shane had left the room. That was so unlike Shane, Chris thought. With a sigh, he rinsed his mouth and took two tablets as Shane had instructed. Then he had a very long shower, allowing the water to sooth him. When he went back into the room after his long shower, Chris saw a mug of hot black coffee that Shane had obviously left for him on the bedside table, and drank it gratefully. Their clothes had already been arranged in the huge walk-in-closet. Shane had obviously been very busy. He was also obviously angry at him. Probably because he'd drunk so much, Shane guessed. Hell, he couldn't even remember how he'd gotten to Florida. Shane's anger was definitely not misplaced, Chris winced. But he couldn't stop the smile that widened his mouth as he dressed in black jeans and a grey polo shirt that he knew he looked good in. Time to turn on the charm...time to get Shane to forgive... "Oh fuck!" Chris' eyes widened, suddenly remembering what had really happened. Shane had seen him with Peaches and assumed the worst. "Shit." Shane had actually believed he could cheat on him. "The idiot." He breathed, feeling all the hurt he'd felt the day before resurface. How dare Shane think that low of him? Chris pulled on loafers and headed out. He found Shane outside, crouching against a wall, eyes fixed unseeingly on his covered chopper...obviously lost in thought. He stood up when he saw Chris, who then went to stand beside Shane, his hands stuck deep in his back pocket. Both men looked tense and lost in thought as they stood, taking in the beautiful beach view and the spectacular scenery around them in silence. "I see you carried me again." Chris muttered, breaking the silence. Shane shrugged, not turning to look at Chris. "You were not in the position to walk." His voice was devoid of emotion. Both men stood quietly for a moment till again, Chris broke the silence. "I had sex with her three years ago, Shane." Shane remained quiet for so long Chris thought he hadn't heard him. "Okay." He finally responded. He didn't have to ask Chris what he was talking about. "I've never had sex with her again since then." Chris continued. "And I was shocked you would think I could do that to you. To us. That hurt, Shane. A lot." Shane turned to look at Chris for a moment, and then went back to watching the jet. Chris couldn't stand the aching silence. He wanted Shane to talk, to shout, to scream at him...anything but the silent treatment. Chris wanted his Shane back. And he sure as hell wanted to devour those sexy lips. Of a truth, he suddenly needed that mouth like he needed air. But he didn't know how to take what he needed from the distant Shane beside him. And it was killing Chris. He turned to face Shane. "Can I kiss you?" Chris breathed. Shane turned his head to look at Chris. When had he ever had to ask him permission to kiss him, Shane wondered. "No." Shane said and abruptly turned to go back into the house. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 10 Shane didn't trust himself to be around Chris at that very moment. Had he really asked for a kiss? Seriously? Did the guy remember what he'd done? Much as Shane was all for fixing things between himself and Chris, he really wasn't in the mood to deal with Chris. Maybe in a day or two, he would be ready to sit and talk to Chris but not that very moment. The fact that Chris hadn't slept with that girl didn't mean Shane could forget about all the other stuff. He'd also gone through therapy with the same doctor but he hadn't shut Chris out, had he? Neither had he behaved irrationally towards Chris. And he definitely hadn't lied to Chris and gone off to hang out with some chic in some hotel and drank his life away. And he sure as fuck wasn't going to allow Chris to simply sweep everything under a carpet and act as though everything was alright. Because it sure as hell wasn't. Shane went to check on the chef to know how soon lunch would be ready since he wanted Chris to eat something. He definitely wasn't going to allow Chris to starve himself and live on booze on his watch. Shane was standing in the kitchen he remembered so well, talking to Chef Mario when he heard Chris come in. He didn't turn to look at him but continued to talk to the chef. The next thing Shane knew, Chris was turning him around to face him, cupping his cheeks in his palms and slanting his mouth over his. Shane went very still. He neither pushed Chris away nor responded to the kiss. Not responding to that kiss was the hardest thing Shane had ever done because everything within him was screaming for him to. He just wanted to melt against Chris, give himself up to the pleasure, allow Chris to make the pain go away...blow his mind like he always did...but Shane just couldn't bring himself to give in. Not when he was still so angry at Chris. But there was one vital fact Shane seemed to have forgotten... Who he was dealing with! When he felt Chris' hot tongue asking for entrance, Shane didn't open up. He was determined not to. Then he felt Chris' hand at the back of his head, holding him to the kiss, and his other hand on the small of his back, rubbing lightly on that spot that always drove Shane crazy. Shane moaned uncontrollable, instantly losing the battle. Chris' tongue slipped into his mouth, deepening the kiss, claiming Shane's mouth with a wild hunger. And when that wicked tongue stroked the roof of Shane's mouth, he almost creamed his pants right there in the kitchen, with Chef Mario looking on. At that point, Shane didn't care a hoot that they had an audience. All that mattered was Chris' mouth on his. Just as Shane started pushing deeper into Chris, wanting more of that sweet heaven, Chris pulled back, breaking the kiss. It was all Shane could do not to cry out in frustration. He looked at Chris with eyes glazed with arousal and frustration, his lips feeling achy and swollen. "Don't look at me like that." Chris whispered huskily. Then he turned to look at the chef who actually looked...totally affected. Great, Chris almost muttered. "Hi. I'm Chris." He stretched forth his hand to shake Mario's damp and trembling hand. "Mario." The chef squeaked. "Dude, you okay?" Chris asked. "I'm very fine, Sir." He responded. "This gonna be a problem?" Chris flicked his forefinger between him and Shane. "What?" Mario breathed with an incredulous look. "No, no. Just do your thing whenever you want to. Don't mind me." He gave a strained laugh. "Good." Chris gave a slight nod and turned to leave the kitchen. Shane cleared his throat and stared at Mario, who stared back. "Err...how long do you think..." "Thirty minutes." Mario said quickly. "Like I said, I started preparing something when you guys didn't take breakfast so..." "Thanks." Shane said and turned to leave the kitchen. "Chris?" He bellowed. Shane was pissed. Instinctively he knew Chris would be in his father's study. Shane opened the door and almost had a heart attack. Chris sat behind the desk with a gun in his hand. "Chris..." Shane breathed. Chris looked up at Shane and frowned at the terrified look in Shane's eyes. "What?" Then he saw the direction of Shane's eyes. "Oh, whatever you're thinking, don't." Chris opened the drawer and placed the gun back in. "I was merely going through the drawers." Chris stood up and walked towards a still shaken Shane. "Hey, relax." He grinned. "You're not getting rid of me that easily." Chris turned and went back to opening cabinets and drawers. "I told you to be careful with kissing me in front of people." Shane muttered. "See what happened back there?" "What exactly happened?" Chris raised an eyebrow. "Besides, what I remember you saying was not to kiss you in public. That was just one person...in my kitchen." Mirth danced in Chris' eyes. Then he pointed a thumb at the door. "Is it my fault Chef Mario decided to get hot and bothered instead of irritated? How was I to know the team he plays..." "And that's exactly why you shouldn't have done that in front of him." Shane snapped. "I don't exactly recall you pushing me away, Shane." Chris watched as Shane's eyes widened with incredulity. "Why exactly are you angry again?" Chris purred, turning to walk towards Shane. "Is someone frustrated because I stopped when I did?" He was now in front of Shane. "Do you want me to continue where I left off?" He husked and reached up to rub his thumb across Shane's lower lip. "All you need to do is ask baby." Chris whispered, leaning forward to take Shane's lower lip between his teeth. Then he flicked his tongue against the captured lip, smirking when a moan rumbled within Shane's chest. Shane tore his lips away and shook his head to clear the lustful haze he was under. "You're a jerk." He muttered and left the study. Shane was angry. At himself. Didn't he have any pride at all? All Chris had to do was touch him and nothing else mattered apart from Chris. They'd gone almost two weeks without sex and that, in their relationship, was unheard of. He needed Chris so bad he could taste it. And Chris taunting him with his obvious sexual frustration wasn't helping matters. Shane was so horny, it wasn't funny. But he needed an explanation from Chris before any form of reconciliation could take place between them. He wanted Chris to explain his recent behavior. He needed to know what drove him to that. He needed Chris to help him understand. He wanted an apology from Chris for his lies and the pain he'd caused him. He did believe what Chris had said about not fucking that girl, but what about telling him he was sleeping at home when he was rather in a hotel? Was that too much to ask? Lunch was a quiet affair. The food was delicious and Chris didn't hesitate to let Mario know. "Oh damn." He'd moaned around his very first bite, his eyes closing in pleasure. "This is so fucking good." Chris opened his eyes and looked at a blushing Mario. "This is pure heaven, Chef." "Thank you, Sir." Mario beamed. "Chris." Chris corrected automatically. The rest of the meal was eaten in silence. After lunch, Jon, the caretaker, took Chris and Shane around the house, pointing out the renovations that had taken place. The whole house looked tastefully elegant. It was actually bigger and even more beautiful than both Chris and Shane remembered. Though Chris never came there, he always made sure the house was kept in a great shape. It was a beautiful house. Shane and Chris went round the house, both remembering all the fun they'd had in there all those years ago. Swimming in the huge wonderfully heated pool, running around on the sea shore, building sand castles and picking up shells, taking long walks into the woods and simply having fun. They loved to pretend they were in their own private paradise. Just silently recalling the fun they'd had brought smiles to both Chris and Shane's faces but neither said much. By some silent mutual agreement, they stayed away from Chris' childhood bedroom, neither man ready to face whatever demons lay beyond that door. They watched TV for a while, ate supper and retired to the master bedroom. Shane took off his shoes and sat on the bed in his jeans and tank top, to watch soccer. He couldn't keep his eyes on the TV though. Not when Chris chose to strip down to his boxers and do some press-ups right there in the room. God, he was beautiful. Shane couldn't help but wonder whether Chris was deliberately trying to tease him or whether it was all innocent. Chris knew the effect his body had on him so it must be deliberate, Shane concluded. Even wild horses wouldn't have succeeded in tearing his gaze off Chris. The guy's body was so hot it belonged in the fucking underwear modeling pages. Shane was so hard he didn't want to move for fear of triggering a release, which he knew he wouldn't be able to conceal from the man who was the cause. His breath came out heavily and he felt his precum spill out as he watched Chris do crunches. Fuck, he was a god. When Chris suddenly turned, caught Shane's eye and gave him a slow sexy wink, Shane almost shot his load. "Fuck." Shane growled and stood up abruptly, heading towards the bathroom. Chris watched Shane close the bathroom door behind him and shook his head in bemusement. He really didn't know why Shane was pissed off at him. He felt he should rather be the one angry. He'd pointed Shane's mistake out to him about judging him wrongly and what did Shane do? Nothing. Not even an apology. Not even a fucking acknowledgement. He'd agreed to leave his job and come on a trip to a place that terrified him even though Shane hadn't had the courtesy to ask himself anyway. And what did he get for his effort? The silent treatment. Chris wondered what Shane's problem was. Was it because he'd decided to sleep in the hotel instead of home? What was the big deal with that? He'd needed space to think. "And that's why I don't do relationships." Chris muttered to himself. He just couldn't deal with situations such as the one he found himself in with Shane. Trying to understand Shane was taking its toll on Chris. Or could it be that Murray had told Shane about his decision to break things off with him? Was that why Shane was so pissed? That had seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Granted, he'd been insufferable in the past few weeks but Shane didn't have to hold that against him. If he'd been a better man, he would've walked away from Shane to ensure he never hurt Shane again. But he was a selfish asshole. He wanted Shane in his life and that was nonnegotiable. Why couldn't Shane talk to him? Why keep all that anger bottled up? Well, two could play that game, Chris thought with a frown. It had been Shane's idea to come on the trip and therefore it was up to Shane how the whole trip played out. If Shane wanted them to silently tip toe around each other for their entire say in Florida, so be it. Whenever Shane was ready to talk, they would talk, Chris decided with a sigh. He planned on keeping his cool till Shane came back to his senses. *** Shane took a quick cold shower and came back to bed in boxer briefs. This time, to sleep as he'd virtually not slept a wink the night before. By the time Chris came back from his own shower in all his naked glory, Shane was fast asleep. Chris wasn't feeling sleepy due to all that sleep he'd been doing since the day before so he watched two soccer matches on TV, before stretching out on the bed. Much as he wanted to cuddle up against Shane, Chris knew he would probably end up fucking his angry boyfriend in his sleep if he touched him. He wanted Shane so bad, wanted to lose himself in him, and hated that he couldn't. Couldn't pull his sexy body under his and sink into it and forget all their problems. So Chris pressed a gentle kiss to Shane's forehead and turned over to sleep. But just as he was about to close his eyes, the whimpering started, and then they became anguished cries. "Oh my God, Shane." Chris muttered as he tried to shake Shane awake. Shane hadn't had a nightmare since the last one Chris had witnessed it. "Wake up baby." Chris sounded desperate. Especially so as Shane's cries, this time, were all pleas...pleas for Chris not to leave him. By the time Shane snapped out of the nightmare, his face was wet not only with sweat but tears too. He couldn't...wouldn't meet Chris' eye. Shoving the tangled sheet around his legs off, Shane stumbled out of bed and headed for the bathroom, the feeling of terror inside making him nauseous. "Shane..." Chris got out of bed too and started after Shane. "Sorry about that." Shane grumbled tensely. "Please go back to bed." And with that, Shane locked himself in the bathroom launching to the toilet bowl just in time to empty the contents of his stomach. When the heaves finally subsided, Shane went to stand under the shower and placed his palms flat against the cool tile. He allowed the pounding jets of cold water to hit him, willing the water to wash away his lingering fear. He'd never felt so much humiliation as he felt that very moment. Not even the first time Chris had witnessed his shame had he felt such utter humiliation. Shame stepped out of the shower almost an hour later. When he entered the room, Chris was sitting in bed, waiting for him. He climbed into bed and drew up the covers. "Shane, are you okay?" Chris asked softly. "I'm fine. Thanks." Came Shane's quiet response. "Listen..." "Chris, please don't strip away the little pride I'm managing to hold on to." Shane rasped, sounding wretched. "Please. Just let me be. I'm begging you." Those words cut Chris so deep, he gasped. Was that how low their relationship had sunk? Was Shane feeling so much humiliation he was actually begging him to...leave him some pride. Were they not supposed to be each other's backbone? What the fuck happened to them? Chris felt a physical pain inside his chest. Now he knew for sure that Murray had told Shane about his stupid break-up crap. Why else would Shane have such a nightmare? "Sleep, Chris." Chris heard Shane say softly from beneath the covers and stretched out on the bed again. "Can I hold you, please?" Chris' voice was barely a whisper. Shane remained tense and quiet for a moment. Then he moved back against Chris so that they spooned against each other, with Shane's back to the front of Chris and Chris' arms around Shane's waist. There was nothing sexual about their closeness. "I love you." Chris whispered, refusing to get worried when he didn't receive any response though he knew Shane had heard him perfectly. Chris knew that it was crucial for Shane to hear those words from him that very moment, more than any other time. And Chris did just that. He always made sure he said those words to Shane every single day, just as he'd promised to do. Whenever they were apart, Chris would call or send a text before he slept, to tell Shane he loved him. He hadn't told him the day before though. "Sorry I didn't tell you yesterday." Chris murmured. Suddenly, it didn't matter who was right or wrong. And it certainly didn't matter that Chris had resolved to wait till Shane made the first move. "I acted like a jerk and I'm sorry." Though Shane didn't utter a word, Chris felt better...lighter. The next day, things seemed to be a little less tense between Shane and Chris. They took strolls around the beautiful property, enjoying the lovely weather and generally hanging out. Chris wanted to bring up Shane's nightmare...reassure Shane that he wasn't going to leave him. But he wanted to respect Shane's wishes and not bring it up...at least not so soon after what Shane obviously felt was a humiliation. Though the two men spent time together, there was still some distance between them. Chris noticed that Shane was chatting more and more with Mario and that pissed the hell out of him but there was nothing he could do about it. That evening in bed, Chris pulled Shane into his arms despite Shane's objections, which sounded feeble even to his own ears. "Shut up, Shane." Chris muttered, pressing a kiss on Shane's neck. "You're my obsession. Never forget that." Again, Shane didn't respond. And again, Chris didn't give a flying fuck. Within a short time, their breathing evened out as they both drifted off. By the fourth day in the luxurious vacation home, Chris was ready to scream. First off, Shane had still not told him why they were vacationing in that house. Chris didn't want to come across as not wanting to spend time with Shane so he wasn't asking any questions. They seemed to be tiptoeing around each other as Shane was obviously refusing to open up and say why he was angry. And as if that wasn't stressful enough, Shane was spending too much time with Mario, who seemed to be smitten with Shane. What hot blooded gay man wouldn't be, Chris fumed. But the possibility that Shane also lusted after the obviously besotted chef made Chris want to tear something apart. Shit! "Come on, we're going clubbing." Chris said abruptly on their fourth night. "What?" Shane looked up in surprise. "I said we're going to the club." "You know I don't dance." Shane said. "And who said clubbing is just for dancing?" Chris was moving towards the stairs. "We leave in thirty. I'll pick out something for you." Shane groaned as he got up to follow Chris reluctantly. He might as well go with the flow, he thought. After all, they had nothing doing at home. He'd thought after a day or two with Chris, he could bring himself to talk things out with Chris. But he was still hurt and couldn't bring himself to talk much with Chris as he'd wanted to. Surprisingly, Chris had also refrained from talking about their obvious problems too. Well, maybe what they needed was some time away from the house, Shane thought. By the time they finished dressing up, Shane was so horny he wanted to scream. Chris looked totally hot in a tight red v-neck t-shirt, white jeans and black leather jacket. His classy black designer boots completed his classy look. Shane couldn't help but stare open-mouthed at Chris. "What?" Chris looked at himself. "Is something wrong?" Shane swallowed hard and turned to go. "Nothing's wrong." He responded hoarsely. "Hey?" Chris called and watched as Shane turned around to face him. Chris stared admiringly at Shane, feeling an intense heat within that had nothing to do with the weather. Shane was wearing grey jeans and a sexy white long-sleeved t-shirt, that had a grey zipper in front. The top fitted his ridiculously sexy body like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. His light brown six-inch leather boots completed his sexy look. "Damn, you're hot." Chris said in that warm, raspy voice that never failed to make Shane hard. Shane shrugged. "You picked it." He said in a voice he didn't even recognize as his own. Then he turned and left the room. Chris stared at the door for a while, wishing he could simply drag Shane into bed and fuck his brains out. But he knew that, that wasn't the right time to go all caveman on his obviously still angry boyfriend. Chris prayed to all the angels for patience and willpower. Patience to be able to give Shane the space he obviously needed. And will power to...well, let no one say Chris Donovan was a rapist. When Chris got downstairs, Shane was standing outside laughing softly with Mario, who was getting ready to leave for the day. Chris saw red. But he didn't react. "Leaving, Mario?" Chris asked cheerfully as he took the car keys from Shane's hand. "Or you've been invited to tag along by your heartthrob here." And not waiting to listen to Mario's response, Chris turned towards where the car was parked, neither seeing the embarrassed blush on Mario's face nor the look of shock on Shane's. Chris drove them to the club in Shane's sleek metallic red Mercedes-Benz S600 Pullman, which had been packed in the house for their use even before they'd landed, just as Shane had instructed. The car was big and macho, just perfect for two hunks. The club they went to was a classy one, which was frequented by equally classy patrons. The two men got corner seats in the VIP section which was well guarded, and watched as people had fun. The music wasn't too loud in the VIP section and the atmosphere was cozy and cool due to the air-conditioning pumping out of the walls and floors. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 10 Chris excused himself to talk to some friends of his, leaving Shane to enjoy his drink and music. The club was charged. Shane saw about three obviously gay couples, having the time of their lives. One particular gay couple was dancing so sexily with each other, Shane couldn't help but admire them. "Sure you don't wanna dance?" Chris leaned closer to Shane to ask over the sound of the music, as he sat down beside Shane. "Positive." Shane said as he downed his glass of cognac and poured himself another shot. Chris nodded and turned to wave at one of his friends, a sexy blonde who immediately sauntered over to their table. "Aren't you guys going to dance?" She asked, sitting down beside Chris. "Hello," She said, holding out her hand for Shane to shake. "I'm Joan." "Shane." Shane said, accepting Joan's extended hand. "Nice to meet you." She said loudly over the music. "Over there is my twin brother, John." She said, pointing to a sexy guy, talking to another guy. "We're childhood friends of Chris here." She informed Shane. "I see." Shane grinned. He'd seen Chris speaking to those two earlier. "He must have been terrible as a child." "He sure was." Joan laughed. "Do you two mind not discussing me as if I wasn't here?" Chris growled. "Looks like John is making headway." Chris said, pointing at Joan's twin brother who seemed to be in a very deep conversation with the other man. "Think they're working it out or fighting?" Chris added when it looked like John's companion had suddenly gotten angry. "Oh oh..." Joan looked at her brother with worried eyes. "Oh here he comes." She said when John abruptly stood up from where he sat beside his angry companion and made his way towards their table. "Oh honey, are you okay?" She asked, kissing her brother on the cheek. "He's not ready to listen to reason. And I'm not ready to take any more of his crap. Do you wanna dance?" John asked his sister. "No." Joan said. "These heels are killing me. "Dance with Chris. He didn't bring any date tonight and doesn't look like he's going to score any too." She laughed. "Maybe I'll join you guys later with Shane here." "Sorry darling." Shane chuckled. "But I don't dance." "Yeah? We'll see about that." Joan said and then turned to Chris. "Go on, guys. And make it good. Maybe Frank will get jealous and start reasoning up." Chris turned to Shane. "Do you mind?" He asked softly. "No. Go ahead." Shane said, leaning slightly forward to meet Chris halfway for a fleetingly quick kiss. Joan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in surprise. "Oh my God!" She gasped. "Don't tell me... Chris Donovan, are you..." "Meet my boyfriend, Joan." Chris muttered as he stood up and shrugged out of his jacket. "Now you have him all to yourself. Ask him anything you want to know." He pulled John up and drew him onto the dance floor. "You must be fucking kidding me." Joan breathed, looking at Shane. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know." "Don't worry about it." Shane chuckled. "Okay, tell me..." Joan's eyes were alight with curiosity and excitement. "Tell you what?" Shane asked with a raised brow. "Everything. How you guys met. How all this started. Just tell me about the two of you because trust me, when that guy was fucking me some years ago, there was nothing gay about it." "Oh boy!" Shane muttered. On the dance floor, John was laughing his head off. "You know she's going to tell him you guys used to fuck, don't you?" "I know. And I don't care. He shouldn't care either." Chris said with all confidence. "Oooh... So we're there already huh?" John drawled just as 'Put It Down' by Brandy, ft. Chris Brown, started to play. "Let's see whether he'll care about this." He said naughtily as he turned around and began to rub his arse against Chris' crotch, suddenly turning their dance into an erotic one. Back at the table, Shane's eyes widened so suddenly Joan automatically turned to look behind her and instantly burst into laughter. "You know it's all for Frank's benefit, don't you?" She asked when she turned back to Shane. "I hope that's true." Shane muttered as he tossed back his drink and poured another. "Trust me, it is." Joan insisted. "Whenever those two idiots have problems, good old jealousy never fails to bring them back together. My brother is obviously tired of talking so..." "He's going for the kill." Shane concluded. "Straight up." Joan said as she turned to look at the erotic gyrations of her brother and Chris. Almost everybody's eye was on them. It was so fucking hot. And when John started twerking, the whole VIP section virtually went up in an uproar. "Woooowwww!" Joan stood up and screamed. Shane was not amused one bit. Chris and John's dance moves were so hot and steamy it was virtually like they were fucking on the dance floor. They danced, straining together, their bodies moving as if there were no clothes between them. What made matters even worse for Shane was that he felt every move of Chris' amazing body as though he were dancing with him and not somebody else. He was surprised, captivated and turned on, his cock abruptly and painfully hard. He groaned when he felt his erection pressing uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans. His precum soaked boxer briefs was not doing much to help either. "Fuck!" Shane growled and stood up. He needed air. "Joan, tell him I'll be outside." Shane told Joan and left hurriedly. Shane knew he needed to cool down, and fast. He also knew if he'd stayed inside the club one more second, watching Chris' body move so sensuously and suggestively, he would cream his pants. His cock ached real bad, his lips tingled with desire to move against Chris', and his fingers itched to touch Chris. They'd parked on the side of the building that housed the club and there was no one around to wonder why the hot gorgeous man was pacing beside his car instead of dancing inside the club. Shane took deep breaths, trying to calm down but it wasn't even working. "Shane?" Chris called as he jogged towards Shane whilst shrugging into his jacket, questions in his eyes. "You oka...?" But his words were cut off as Shane grabbed him by the lapel of his jacket and slammed him into the side of the car. "No, I'm not fucking okay." Shane growled just before he slammed his mouth on Chris' in a hard, fierce and violent kiss. Chris couldn't have torn his mouth away from Shane's even if he'd wanted to. Shane devoured his mouth, pouring out all his pent-up hunger and frustrations into the kiss. There was nothing as delicious as Chris' mouth, Shane couldn't help but think as his senses reeled. He tasted blood but he didn't know whether it was his or Chris' and he sure as fuck didn't care. It felt like both men wanted to crawl into each other's skin. Chris turned them around and slammed Shane against the door and attacked his neck. "Oh fuck." Shane moaned as he threw his head back, giving Chris better access. "Is this what you wanted from John?" He gasped, but knew even before the words left his mouth that they were the wrong thing to say. Chris' head snapped up to stare at Shane, his eyes blazing with lust and anger. "Fuck you Shane. I should rather be asking you whether this," Chris gripped Shane's erection through his jeans, "is for me or Mario." "What?" Shane gasped as fury flashed within his eyes. "You heard me, Shane." Chris growled. "You think I don't see how you two look at each other? You wanna fuck each other so bad it's palpable." Chris' eyes blazed with anger. "What was the plan? To hire him so you can fuck him whilst giving me the silent treatment?" "Are you for..." But Chris cut Shane off by slamming his mouth on his. The kiss Chris gave Shane was punishing...there was nothing sensual about it. It was filled with pure lust and anger. Shane wanted to but couldn't tear his mouth away from Chris'. His pleasure-saturated brain just wouldn't allow it. Not when Chris was grinding so mindlessly into him, rubbing their erections together so pleasurably. Shane moaned into the kiss as he felt more precum dripping from his cock. He heard distantly as the remote on the car clicked, and opened his lust-filled eyes when he heard the back door of their ride open. Then Chris was pushing Shane into the backseat, on his knee, facing away from him. Chris followed Shane in and closed the door behind them. "Gonna fuck you, Shane." Chris sounded raspy, hoarse and so fucking sexy, Shane moaned. Then Chris reached around Shane and started unbuckling his belt, latching onto Shane's neck at the same time to suck so hard both men knew he was going to leave a mark. "Oh fuck, Chris." Shane breathed, trembling with want. He'd never needed Chris so badly. Never wanted him deep inside him so desperately. He felt too damn empty. It had been far too long. Chris pushed Shane's jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees, and then he dropped to his knees on the floorboard behind Shane. Chris stared lustfully at the exposed sexy arse before him as his hands went to his waistband, opening his fly and releasing his heavy, throbbing leaking cock. Then he reached up and pushed Shane forward till his cheek touched the seat, his hole deliciously exposed. Then Chris dove in, getting Shane wet and opened up. He didn't have lube on him so Chris gave that twitching rosette a good tongue bath. "Oh just like that." Shane chanted, pushing back against that wicked tongue. And when he felt Chris penetrate him with two think fingers, Shane almost shot his load there and then. "Not gonna last, Chris." Shane almost sobbed. "Give me that cock. Please." Chris didn't make him ask twice. He pulled Shane's knees off the seat and onto the floor of the spacious car so that Shane was bent over the edge of the seat...in front of Chris, with his hungry hole directly in line with Chris' pulsing cock. "Brace yourself." Chris growled. He was all business. Then with a foot and a knee firmly planted on the floorboard behind Shane, Chris slammed in...one hard stroke that shoved him deep...diving in to the hilt. Shane cried out in part pain, part pleasure and part satisfaction as he felt the burn of stretching inner muscles. He couldn't open wider because of the jeans around his knee so it was a really tight fit. The stretching was intense... Damn good too. Chris' hips pulled back and Shane felt every inch of the withdrawal through the nerve-rich tissue. Fuck! He squeezed down, trying to keep Chris inside him, contracting his muscles around the turgid flesh of Chris' steely cock. "Oh fuck!" Chris gasped in pleasure behind Shane as he momentarily lost every strength in his body and folded himself over Shane's back. "Stop squeezing me goddamnit! Otherwise this will be over before it even starts." He growled, lightly biting Shane on the neck, before moving back into an upright position. Shane moaned uncontrollably and his body rocked as Chris began to fuck him hard and thoroughly. All the emotion that was pent up inside Chris was unleashed as he hammered into Shane relentlessly. "Christ..." Shane was incoherent with bliss. The sensation of being filled by Chris, indescribable. "Is this what you want?" Chris asked, his voice hoarse. Shane was too far gone to take offence at that question. He could barely breathe let alone speak, the ecstasy he felt with having Chris inside him blowing his mind into space. All he was aware of was the intense sensations inside him that he never wanted to end. "Please...just...fuck me Chris." Shane whimpered, ready to beg as ripples of pleasure fluttered through his body. He was totally under Chris' control. And he felt too good to care. With a growl, Chris slammed into Shane with a desperate frantic rhythm that caused Shane to tremble with ecstasy. He cried out with sheer stupendous delight as the wide mushroomed head of Chris' cock massaged that bundle of nerves deep inside him that only Chris had ever reached. It felt fucking amazing. Shane didn't remember the last time he'd felt such exquisite pleasure. He couldn't believe he'd actually gone that long without Chris' cock filling him up. "No one touches what's mine." Chris' rough voice reverberated through Shane as he thrust deep. The possessive sensuality in Chris' voice sent Shane's blood humming. Hearing Chris' savage claim whilst he was so deep inside him, and Chris' groans of pleasure, sent shivers of delight through Shane. And when he felt his balls tighten up, he knew he couldn't stop the explosion that was searing him from within. "Chris..." He sobbed, mindless with pleasure as he surrendered himself to the wickedly powerful ecstasy. Chris pulled Shane up so that his back was flash against Chris' front. Then still pounding relentlessly into him, thrusting like a man possessed, Chris unzipped Shane's t-shirt, exposing his bare chest and taut nipples. Then Chris licked his fingers and took hold of one nipple between his forefinger and thumb and twisted it...hard. The pleasure...the pain...the sheer suddenness of that act, sent Shane over the edge. He threw his head back onto Chris' shoulder, coming so hard he saw dark spots. Shane couldn't cry out. His mouth opened in a soundless scream as he writhed against Chris, the relief dizzying...unquestionably, euphoric. Both men heard rather than saw the splash of cum as it hit against leather. And Shane kept coming as one orgasm rolled into another, releasing a shit load of cum onto the seat. It was rough, messy and sexy as fuck! Chris held Shane's writhing body till he calmed down. Then he pulled out of Shane and tucked his still hard cock into his jeans, wincing in pain and discomfort. Chris fastened up his jeans and opened the door, leaving a spent Shane lying on the seat, his lungs still heaving for breath. Chris stepped outside and closed the door. Then he went round to the drivers' seat and got in. They didn't say a word to each other on the drive home. At a point, Chris heard Shane sit up and fix himself but he looked straight ahead. Shane's mind was in turmoil. He'd noticed that Chris hadn't come. What did that mean, Shane wondered worriedly. Was Chris not turned on enough by him to come? Shane sat quietly in the backseat, watching Chris drive them towards his home. He couldn't go on like this, Shane thought miserably. They needed to talk. Just like him, Chris obviously had issues too. Why else had Chris pulled that stunt in LA? Shane told himself they were going to deal with whatever was on their minds that very night. It was almost two a.m. but there was no better time. Immediately Chris turned off the engine, he got out of the car and headed inside, not waiting for Shane. Shane took his time, cleaning the seat with a tissue. He couldn't possibly leave his cum all over the seat could he? By the time he entered the house, there was no sign of Chris. But Shane had an idea where he was. When he opened the study door, Chris was standing there with his head in his hands. "We need to talk." Shane said quietly, closing the door behind him. "So talk." Chris rasped, turning to face Shane. "What the fuck have I done to you? I told you I'd done nothing with that girl at the hotel but you obviously didn't believe me. You didn't even acknowledge what I said. Is my word not enough, Shane? I thought you knew me better than that but obviously I was wrong. I mean how could you even think for a moment that I would be able to leave you?" Shane really didn't think what he'd said during a nightmare, could be taken seriously but thought it unnecessary to interrupt Chris. He watched as Chris paced like a caged bull. "I mean it was therapy." Chris continued. "I was in a dark place. I don't even know what made me say that but I expect you to know I couldn't possibly have done that. You're my fucking life. Murray understood where I was coming from. Well, I thought he did. So he should have told you that though I said I was gonna break up with you, I really didn't mean it." "You what?" Shane whispered, going pale. Chris paused and looked at Shane. "I'm talking about what Murray told you. That I wanted to break..." Chris took a closer look at Shane's face. "Oh God, he didn't tell you." He whispered, his heart doing a swan dive to the pit of his stomach. Shane stared incredulously at Chris. There was a moment of stunned silence, during which Shane's face contorted with fury and pain... Then he flipped! Unbreakable Bond Ch. 11 Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis Dedicated to Ama Potello. Love you to bits Sis. Bonded for life! *** "You mean you told someone else that you wanted to break up with me?" Shane whispered emotionally, feeling not only anger, but shock and humiliation as well. Shane had never felt that stupid in his life. Now he understood everything. Chris' recent remoteness, his disappearance, and general attitude. Chris had wanted out. But why couldn't he simply tell him? To think his boyfriend had actually been contemplating breaking up with him...and didn't even have the decency to tell him to his face. The fact that Chris wanted a break-up was hurting enough. And as if that wasn't bad enough, he'd rather gone telling someone else about it. Shane felt so much pain inside his chest he couldn't breathe. "Shane it's not like that." Chris said with a groan, moving to stand in front of Shane. "Did you or did you not tell Murray that you wanted out?" Shane's voice was so quiet and cold Chris shivered. Shane sounded lethal. "Shane please listen to..." Chris began desperately but got cut off by a visibly trembling Shane. "Just answer the damn question." Shane growled. "No Shane." Chris' voice raised. "You don't get to do that to me a second time." He said angrily. "You asked me the same trick question when you saw me at the hotel with Peaches. 'Are you saying you've never fucked her?'" Chris rasped, giving the sentence quotation marks with his fingers. "How the fuck was I supposed to answer that when I had indeed fucked her before?" "You could have told me you fucked her a long time ago." Shane growled, remembering the pain he'd felt at Chris' answer that day. "I got angry, Shane. Angry that you could think that of me in the first place. So I chose to tell you the truth...what you wanted to hear." "And now?" Shane whispered, breathing harshly. His fists clenched by his sides. "It is not a simple yes or no answer, just like that stupid Peaches question." Chris growled. "Yes it is." Shane countered. "It's either you told him you wanted to break up with me or not. Simple as ABC." "Would I be here with you if I wanted to break up with..." "You woke up here." Shane bellowed. "You were so drunk you had passed out. Aaron claims you agreed to come here with me but I can bet my last cent, you didn't even know what you were talking about." "Shane..." "Shut the fuck up and listen to me, you asshole." Shane growled. He could barely control his temper. He wanted to lash out at something. The myriad of emotions twirling within him were so intense he couldn't understand how he could still talk. "I should have known. All the signs were there. You wouldn't talk to me, you lied to me that you were going to sleep at home when you were actually drinking your life away in some hotel. Tell me Chris, was I so sickening that you couldn't stand being with me anymore?" "Baby..." "Don't you dare baby me." Shane bellowed. "Know what hurts me even more? That you couldn't tell me but could tell someone else. Do you have any idea how that feels? I love you with my whole being. I want you to be happy. Whether you deserve to be happy is debatable but silly me wants the very best for you anyway." Shane didn't react to Chris' gasp at his words. "So if you were no longer interested in this relationship, all you had to do was tell me. I would have let you go if that was what you felt would make you happy. It will be difficult but I would have. You didn't have to go discussing leaving me behind my back. Who else did you tell? The guys? Have I been a laughing stock all this while? In fact, do you even love me as you claim you..." "Stop." The word tore out of Chris' throat with so much pain and torment, Shane stopped his tirade. "Are you listening to yourself right now?" Chris screamed, his hands clenching. "How can you even ask if I love you? I was having visions, Shane. When I started therapy, all I could see was you...Nick...beaten up. All I had to do was think of you or close my eyes, and that image of you, lying on the floor of my bedroom all bloodied and broken up, would be there. I thought I was the worst thing that has ever happened to you. I thought you would be better off with me out of your life. I don't know why I thought that, but I did. Maybe I was going crazy but..." "What? Pleading temporary insanity now?" Shane sneered. "I wanted to go away and think, Shane." Chris sighed deeply, tears clogging his words. "I just wanted to think. I couldn't do that when I was around you." His voice cracked as his eyes welled with tears. "Not when I was assailed with all those images. In the end I didn't even have to think. I knew I couldn't let you go. Call me selfish but I want you in my life, Shane." "Really?" "You know I do..." Chris felt wetness on his cheeks and furiously rubbed it away but they continued to flow. His chest felt so tight he found it hard to breathe. "I don't know any such thing." Shane growled, and then gave a short humourless laugh. "You really need to stop talking because every word that drops out of your mouth makes me realize just how stupid you think I am. I'm surprised you actually expect me to believe that crap about thinking through whatever shit and coming to the conclusion that you couldn't be without me? Dude! I have a one hundred and forty IQ and two PHDs and it's pretty hard to insult my intelligence but I think you just did." Shane said quietly with a slow shake of his head. "You could have told me in that hotel that you were not sleeping with that girl and yet you chose to make me believe the worst. That only shows one thing. You were determined to end it." Panic swelled within Chris until he was virtually panting for air. "Shane please..." Chris whispered, his cheeks wet with tears. "What were you trying to prove with that girl? Push me away? You figured...if I hurt him enough, if I kill his pride, if I push him away as I possibly can, he won't come back." Shane shrugged with a sad and resigned look on his face. "Well congratulations, Chris. Mission accomplished. I'll be out of here by morning." "Shane... Christ. Don't say that!" Chris' breath caught on a sob. Without another word, Shane turned to go. But at the door he paused and turned around to face Chris. "Oh and one more thing. I didn't hire Mario. Your housekeeper did." With that final parting shot, Shane left the study. *** Gasping for breath, Chris watched the closed door of the study, willing himself to wake up from whatever nightmare he was trapped in. He felt numb all over but at the same time, felt so much pain within his chest. Had Shane just broken up with him? He'd never seen so much anger and decisiveness on Shane's face as he'd seen moments before. It was as though Shane had made up his mind and there was no going back. Chris allowed himself to slide to the floor, wrapping his arms around himself. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He felt like his world had actually come to an end. "Oh my God, no." He muttered, shivering as though he were standing in the snow, naked. "This can't be happening." He mumbled. "I've lost him." He whispered as the tears streamed down his cheeks. After sitting on the floor of the study for a while, Chris dragged himself off the floor and got out of the study. As if in a trance, his feet carried him directly to his childhood bedroom, where he'd spent a lot of time with Chris...and where he'd committed the greatest sin ever...in his opinion. When Chris entered the room, he switched on the light and looked around. His room had always been big. Like an adult's room. His father had always said he was only one after all...no siblings...so why not make the most of it? The room was just as he remembered. Except for the LED TV on the wall. Everything had been left as it was all those years ago. Well, those had been his exact orders. It was obvious, however, that the room was cleaned very often as it looked extremely clean. Chris turned to stare at a spot on the carpet. The carpet hadn't been changed but it still looked as good as new. There was no blood stain or anything of that sort but Chris knew exactly where to look...where he'd left Shane lying in blood and snort that night. That night he'd beaten Shane to a pulp and attempted to take his own life afterwards. Chris locked the door after him and walked slowly forward till he got to that spot. Then he completely broke down. *** Shane came awake, drenched with sweat. He scrubbed at his eyes as he sat up on the bed. He didn't remember having a nightmare but there was a heaviness around his heart that made him so uncomfortable and sad. Then he remembered! Chris. Shane turned to look at Chris' side of the bed and noticed that it didn't look slept in at all. Chris had still not come to bed. Shane turned to the clock on this bedside table and noticed that it was five eleven a.m. Where the fuck was Chris, he thought worriedly. He remembered the tears on Chris' face when he left him in the study earlier and groaned. "Shit." Shane muttered as he got off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. Shane had gone to bed around a quarter to three a.m. after taking a quick shower. He'd contemplated going back to check up on Chris, remembering his tear-streaked face. But he'd felt too drained after the humiliating revelation and their fight so had fallen into a restless sleep. His plan was to wait till morning to decide whether to leave Florida or to simply move into a hotel till Sunday. Though he preferred the first option, he felt he could at least take it easy in a hotel till Sunday...just to relax. Then at least, he would have had a week's vacation. Chris had still not come up by the time Shane was about to sleep. Well, he'd obviously not been to bed at all. After rinsing his mouth with a minty mouthwash, Shane pulled on sweatpants and t-shirt and went in search of Chris. Chris wasn't in the study. Shane went to every possible place he thought Chris could be but couldn't find him. He went outside but the car was still parked, an indication that Chris hadn't gone out of the house either. Shane had never felt so much panic as he felt at that particular moment. He couldn't help but be angry at himself for leaving Chris in that state. He should have known better than to do that, knowing what Chris had tried to do to himself the first time he thought he'd hurt and in effect, lost Shane. "Oh God, no." Shane groaned as he ran back to the study to check the drawer in which he'd seen Chris putting his father's gun. He almost passed out with relief when he found it inside the drawer. "Where the fuck are you, you idiot?" Shane muttered to himself. He just wanted to find Chris...needed to see that he was okay. "His room." Shane mumbled suddenly, and broke into a run. "Chris?" Shane called out when he tried to open the door and realized it was locked. He knew Chris was in there because he could hear him sobbing. "Chris, open the door." Shane couldn't mask the desperation in his voice. "Please." He pleaded but Chris didn't open the door. Shane contemplated going to ask the caretaker, Jon, for a spare key. But apart from the fact that he didn't want to alarm the guy, he knew that once the key inside remained in the keyhole, he couldn't open it with another key from outside. "If you don't open this door, I'm going to break it in, Chris." Shane growled. "Come on, open it." *** Inside his childhood bedroom, Chris tried to stop his sobs, knowing Shane could hear him and that it was hurting him to hear him cry just as he couldn't stand seeing Shane cry. He tried to move, to open the door for Shane but he couldn't seem to control any part of his body...couldn't get his limbs to obey him. He couldn't recall how long he'd been on the floor, sobbing his heart out. Try as he had, he just couldn't seem to stop his tears. His throat hurt, his whole body hurt but he couldn't stop sobbing. He felt like he'd lost everything. And he couldn't help but acknowledge the fact that he'd brought everything upon himself. Chris heard Shane threaten to break down the door and really tried to move. Though he certainly didn't want Shane to see him in that state, he didn't want Shane to destroy the door either. He rolled onto his hands and knees and tried to crawl toward the door but collapsed on the floor, racked by fresh tears. When Chris heard the first kick, he groaned and covered his face with his palms, sobbing into his palms. Fuck, why couldn't he just stop, Chris asked himself angrily. There was a second kick, then the door opened. "Chris..." Chris heard Shane say his name and sucked in a sharp inhalation which ended in more sobs. Then Shane was kneeling in front of Chris and pulling him into his arms. Chris cried even harder as Shane rocked him gently. Shane didn't bother hiding his own tears. He remembered clearly what had happened between them in that room. He recalled the feeling of Chris being angry at him, the possibility of Chris not wanting him as a friend anymore and not having Chris in his life again and felt darkness suffocate him. Surely death would be better than that feeling, Shane thought. He sure as fuck wasn't ready to travel that road ever again. He'd been ready to let Chris have his way. If he wanted out of his life, Shane was ready to let him go. But now, being in that room, feeling the pain he'd felt all those years ago... Shane was ready to believe Chris' words about wanting to be with him even if Chris hadn't meant it because Shane never wanted to feel that way again. Shane was ready to take whatever Chris could offer because he wasn't going to allow himself to go through that pain again. Hell, he wouldn't survive it. Shane held Chris, allowing him to cry till the sobs stopped on their own accord. Chris needed that. They both needed that. Chris didn't need to apologize for what he'd done all those years ago. The two men understood each other. Nothing was important. They had each other and that was all that mattered. Shane turned his head to look at the time on the bedside table. It was seven thirty-two a.m. "You need to get some sleep, baby." Shane murmured into Chris' hair. Chris tried to talk but had to clear his throat before his words could be audible. "Stay with me." "I'm not going anywhere." Shane said. "Come on, get up." Shane pulled Chris up and led him to the bed. Shane pulled off Chris' boots, socks, jeans and that sexy red v-neck t-shirt that looked so good on him, leaving on only his sexy boxer briefs. Then Shane took off his own t-shirt and sweats, leaving his boxer briefs too, and then got into bed and pulled the covers over their bodies. Chris wriggled till he was comfortable, with his head resting on Shane's shoulder and enjoying the feel of Shane's fingers combing tenderly through his hair. Save for the occasional spasm in Chris' breathing due to crying for so long, there was a comfortable silence. Till Chris broke it. "I love you to death, Shane." Chris breathed. "I really do." His voice cracked and Shane instinctively tightened his hold on him. "And I'm not going to allow you to walk out of my life." "Shh... I know." Shane murmured. "Forgive me for all that crap I spewed in the study. I knew what you were telling me was the truth. I was just so damn hurt and angry." "And mean." Chris whispered, drawing a chuckle from Shane. "Remember you said I could give you stress? Well, this is me giving you fucking stress." "That wasn't stress, Shane." Chris said quietly. "That was you ripping my heart out. You were doing what you've warned me never to do to myself. Those words..." "God, baby I'm so sorry." Shane said, hugging Chris tightly to him. "I was hurting and lashing out. Forgive me." He said, pressing a kiss against Chris' hair. "I'm still mad at you though." He murmured after a while. "I know. I'm sorry I led you to believe I was home when I wasn't." Chris sighed. "And..." Shane prompted. "And for making you believe I was fucking Peaches." Chris said with a smile in his voice. "And..." "Ow come on..." Chris groaned. "Mario." But Shane felt Chris tense up against him. "There's nothing there, Chris." He said softly. "He wants you." Chris growled. "Well, I don't know about that. But even if he does, I only have eyes for you and you know it." "I know." Chris sighed, wondering why he wasn't pointing out the fact that it was Shane who'd made an issues about him wanting to fuck John first. But Chris knew deep down that it wasn't the same thing. Whilst Shane had merely been referring to the erotic nature of their dance, he had been jealous of Shane's relationship with Mario. Bending his head, Shane pressed his lips to Chris' forehead. "You're all I want, Chris. There's no one else. There will never be anyone else. Got that?" Chris nodded. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Still angry?" "Hell, yeah." Shane chuckled. "And still in love with you." "Thank God." Chris gave a mock gasp, making Shane burst into laughter. "Now sleep." Shane said softly, resting his cheek on top of Chris' head. "I'll be here when you wake up. And even as Chris drifted off into a deep sleep, Shane continued to run his fingers through his hair, looking down at his face, all innocent and vulnerable in sleep and falling even harder for him. Chris was and would always remain the center of his world. Nothing could change that. *** Chris stretched and opened his eyes to Shane's amused eyes on him. "Hey." He murmured. "Hey yourself." Shane grinned. "How'd you sleep?" "Like a baby." Chris yawned. "Fuck, I need a shower. I feel so sticky." "Why don't you hit the showers here?" Shane said, leaning down to peck Chris lightly on the lip. "I'll go get you something to eat." Shane rolled out of bed and turned towards the door. "Hey Shane?" Chris called out as he got out of bed too. "Yeah?" "Thank you." Chris said, moving towards Shane, who promptly opened his arms to him. "Thanks for everything." Chris muttered with so much feeling against Shane's neck. They hugged each other fiercely till Shane broke their embrace. "I love you." He whispered. "Don't ever stop." Chris responded. *** By the time Chris came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, the bed had been made with fresh sheets and on it was his deodorant spray, boxer briefs, a grey sweatpants, a white t-shirt and a note on the pillow which said he should relax. Chris smiled at the note and dressed up. Then he turned on the forty-two inch LED television on the wall. He sat back and wondered what Shane was up to as he flicked through the channels. Shane came into the room after a while, followed by Isabel, Jon's wife who took care of the house with her husband. Whilst Isabel pushed a trolley laden with assorted foods which smelt so good Chris' stomach growled, Shane held a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. He'd obviously taken a shower too as he now wore cargo shorts and a t-shirt. And as usual, Shane looked hot. Chris tore him eyes off his man with difficulty and focused on the food. "Wow." Chris breathed. "That's a lot of food. Hello Isabel. Thanks so much for the food. I'm famished." He laughed too as Isabel began to laugh. "That's all Chef Mario." She said, arranging the food on the table in the room. "He's simply the best." Chris' eyes went to Shane's at Isabel's comment. He saw the amused smirk on Shane's face and flipped him off, making Shane burst into laughter. "Thank you Isabel." Shane chuckled. "Please leave the trolley." He added when Isabel started to pull the trolley away. "Come on let's eat." He said to Chris as he opened the bottle of wine. They enjoyed their meal, happily reminiscing about the fun they'd had in the house all those years ago. During their earlier tour of the house, they had both remembered but hadn't said much due to the tension between them. Now they reminisced and laughed whilst enjoying their meal. At a point, Chris had laughed so hard he'd began to choke, scaring he bejesus out of Shane. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 11 Shane was by his side in an instant, pushing a glass of water against his lips. "Drink." He watched as Chris drank the water. "You okay?" Shane asked with concern. "I'm fine." Chris said, clearing his throat. "Damn, we had some real good times in this house." "We sure did." Shane said as he went back to his seat. "And I enjoyed it more because you were here, Shane." Chris added quietly, watching as Shane smiled that smile that never ceased to make his heart pound faster. "I'm sorry for what I did to ruin it." "We've already been over that, Chris." Shane said softly. "I know how sorry you are. For what it's worth, I'm sorry too." "For what?" Chris asked looking curious. "Well...for blowing your mind too early I guess." He drawled. There was a moment of silence. Then both men erupted into laughter. "You are nuts." Chris said in between laughter. "But seriously, that is hands down my highest mind-blowing experience ever." Chris groaned with a slow shake of his head. He had a faraway look in his eyes, an indication that he was recalling what went down between them all that time ago. "Really?" Shane asked, sounding incredulous. "After all the sinful things we've done to each other's bodies, that still remain your highest?" "Just the thought of it never ceases to make me hard." Chris groaned, pushing his chair back and getting to his feet. And the obscene tent at his groin left little to the imagination. "See what I mean?" Chris husked as he threw a leg across Shane's thigh and straddled him. Then he coiled his arms around Shane's neck and leaned in to take his mouth in a kiss so hot they both trembled. Shane eventually broke off the kiss. "What are you doing?" He whispered, looking into Chris' lust-laden eyes with his own dazed ones. For a second, Chris looked surprised at the question, then he smiled and kissed Shane again, rocking his arse on the unmistakable hardness he felt beneath his arse. "What does it look like I'm doing?" Chris whispered against Shane's wet and swollen lips. "Trying to get the love of my life to blow my mind again." He murmured, grinding his hard-on against Shane, his sweats already wet with his precum. "Think I can still blow your mind?" Shane asked, leaning back with an amused look in his aroused eyes. "Didn't look that way to me yesterday." "What do you mean?" Chris asked with a slight frown, still grinding against Shane. "Stop that." Shane held Chris hips to stop his cum-inducing movement. "You gave me one of the greatest fucks of my life, and didn't even orgasm." All the amusement had vanished from Shane's eyes at that point. "What the fuck was that?" Silence hung between them. Chris' eyes were widened in bewilderment. His face was still flushed with arousal, his sexily swollen lips parted in stunned guilt. Shane thought Chris had never looked sexier. A myriad of emotions flashed across Chris' face. The full meaning of what he done...or hadn't allowed himself to do finally hitting him. "Shane, I was angry and...I had so much on my chest and...I wanted to...I needed to hear what was on your mind...why you had shut me out...I wanted to...Fuck, I'm sorry...I was tied up in knots inside...God, Shane I just couldn't come. I wanted to, God knows how much I wanted to but..." "You look so cute and sexy when you're wrong," Shane muttered and kissed Chris. "And flustered." Another kiss. "And I'm going to enjoy watching you squirm because I'm not going to get you off anytime soon." A longer kiss. "Ow come on Shane." Chris groaned against Shane's mouth. "I said I was sorry." He whimpered. "Well, saying sorry is not going to get you out of this one." Shane said, getting to his feet with his arms tightly around Chris' waist to ensure he didn't fall down. "That was the greatest insult you could have given me, Chris." He gave him a quick kiss and leaned his forehead against Chris'. "And I'm not going to let you off the hook easily." Chris' hands went to the sides of Shane's head to hold him when Shane made to move away from him. "I'm sorry, Shane." He whispered. "So sorry." The remorse in Chris' voice was so palpable it could have been cut with a knife. "Still not letting you off the hook." Shane murmured. "I don't care." Chris answered quickly. "I deserve whatever punishment you want to give me. Just know that I'm very sorry for what I did." "Apology accepted." Shane grinned. "And the punishment?" Chris asked with his fingers crossed on both sides of Shane's face. Shane didn't miss it. "Didn't you just say you deserve whatever punish..." "Damn!" Chris swore. "I had to try." He laughed softly and kissed Shane soundly. "One more thing Shane." "Lay it on me." Shane said, tightening his hold on Chris. "Please don't shut me out when we have problems." Chris said quietly. "It kills me." "You started it." Shane murmured. "Does the name Four Seasons ring a bell?" There was an amused twinkle in Shane's eyes. "Ouch!" Chris couldn't mask the hurt that flashed in his eyes. "Hey, don't mind me." Shane bumped their foreheads together. "I was out of line for keeping things bottled in and I'm sorry. It won't happen again." "Thanks." Chris' voice was barely above a whisper. "And I expect the same from you." Shane added. "Chris, no matter what the problem is, I expect us to be able to talk about it. When I had problems in the initial stages of therapy, you were there to help me through it because I told you about it." "Yeah. After going MIA and making me abandon my business partners." Chris drawled. "But I still told you about it and you helped." Shane said urgently. "That's how it's supposed to be. I gave you the silent treatment because I was so angry and hurt I dreaded what would come out of my mouth if I'd opened it." "But you didn't have any trouble opening it to Mario." Chris muttered, making Shane give a deep sigh. "I'm not in love with him. Neither had he ripped my heart out with his actions." Shane said quietly. "I know." Chris smiled. "I promise to open up whenever I have problems." "You've promised before." Shane growled. "I'll try harder to do that this time. Hell, I'll even tell you when I can't find my stapler at work." He laughed. "You have your secretary for that asshole. Now move. I have to pack this stuff off the table, Chris." Shane muttered against Chris' lips, drawing a whimper of protest from Chris. "Really?" "Really." Shane laughed, reaching for the trolley. "I have a surprise for you." "Then I'm going to help." Chris grinned and began packing the plates. Isabel followed Shane into the room to clean the table when Shane came back from wheeling the trolley to the kitchen. He brought a bottle of Hennessey for him and Chris which he opened whilst Isabel worked. When she left, Shane motioned for Chris to join him on the carpet as he poured shots into their glasses. Shane picked up his glass and downed the content at a go and poured himself another. Chris raised an eyebrow at that but did same. "Ready?" Shane rasped, but Chris merely shrugged, looking curious. Then Shane brought out the box of dominos from under the bed. "Fuck!" Chris whispered. "How did you...it was in the safe..." "I took it when I went to get the keys." Shane said smugly. "But how..." Chris looked shocked. "You mean how did I know the password? N.I.C.K.? Dude, I got it on just the first try." Chris moved so fast Shane didn't see him coming. He slammed his mouth on Shane's and kissed the living daylights out of him. When they eventually came up for a much needed air, Chris scattered kisses all over Shane's face. "What was that for?" Shane gasped. "I love you." Chris simply hugged Shane, sighing with contentment when Shane wrapped his arms around him and hugged him back. "I love you so much it hurts sometimes." "The feeling is mutual, baby." Shane muttered. "Ready to get your arse kicked?" He grinned. "You sure the playing field is level?" Chris whispered against Shane's lips. "Seeing as one of us has a double PHD and an IQ of...what was it again? A hundred and..." "Shut up." Shane burst into laughter. "I'm so sorry about that. I was so blinded by anger what I was saying made a lot of sense at the time. Now it sounds plain stupid." "Well, I don't need some test to know my man is brilliant. I knew even when we were kids. Hell, I taught you how to play this goddamn game but you whipped my arse all the fucking time." Chris groaned. "Scared I'm going to whip your arse again?" Shane teased. Chris gave Shane a smoldering look from beneath his lashed. "You can do whatever you want with my arse, baby. I'm never gonna complain." Then they were kissing again. "Fuck." Shane growled as he tore his mouth away from Chris'. "Trying to get out of the punishment I see." His breath came out in pants. "Is it working?" Chris whimpered, burying his face in Shane's neck and sucking up a mark on his sensitive flesh. Shane shivered. "Hell yeah." He husked. "But the fact still remains that you emasculated me by doing that. And you have to pay." Shane said with a devilishly mischievous look in his eyes. "Jerk." Chris muttered and moved off Shane to sit on the carpet. He opened the box of dominos and looked up into his boyfriend's laughing eyes, challengingly. "It's on!" And just as they used to do all those years ago...in the same room...on the same spot, they played for hours, both so engrossed in the game it was as if they were kids again. When Isabel knocked on the door and asked them whether they were ready to eat supper, both men were shocked it was that late already. After eating dinner in the room, Shane and Chris cuddled up in bed and watched TV for a while, and then went back to the dominos. Around midnight, they slotted in the movie, 'Endless Love', which they had been watching on that fateful night. Though both men had finally watched the full movie at a point in their lives, they watched it again but this time, together as they never got to finish watching it that night. Chris cried, not because of the sweetness of the movie, but because of what he'd done during the movie all those years ago. Shane held him, rocking him gently, allowing him to cry it out. And Chris felt drained but a whole lot better afterwards. "I love you." Chris whispered as he drifted off to sleep after the movie. "I know. And I love you right back." Shane whispered back. For the next five days, Chris and Shane had eyes for nothing and no one but each other. It virtually felt as though they were on a honeymoon. They talked about everything, got to really know each other, catch up on every relevant thing they'd missed in each other's lives for all those years they'd spent apart. There were things they learnt about each other that surprised them. They felt closer to each other, freer with each other, totally in sync with each other, and as strangely as it seemed to both of them, they fell even more in love. And they didn't even have sex. "I'm really not looking forward to going back to all that...noise and work." Chris murmured, playing with the hairs around Shane's nipple. "Hmm..." Shane hummed in answer to what Chris said. Then a soft sound escaped him. "I...I back...work." They were sitting on the patio outside, taking in the wonderful scenery, with Shane's head in Chris' lap. Ignoring his protests, Chris had undone the top buttons on Shane's shirt and stuck his hand in there to play with his nipples, and it was driving Shane crazy. From the naughty smile on Chris' face, Shane knew Chris was very much aware of the effect what he was doing was having on him and was enjoying watching him squirm. Fuck! "I didn't catch what you said." Chris murmured, turning his head to look at Shane's hardness against his thighs, inside his jeans. It looked painfully hard and mouthwateringly sexy as fuck. "Fuck you." Shane laughed softly and groaned when he felt Chris' fingers begin to rub his hardness through his jeans. "Oh God, Chris..." Shane breathed. Chris leaned down and took Shane's mouth in a kiss so soft and sensual it blew Shane's mind. As they kissed, Chris unzipped Shane and slipped his hand inside to stroke his hard leaking cock. Shane moaned into the kiss and his hips jerked as he fucked himself into Chris' hand. He wanted Chris so bad it was driving him insane. Then... "Damn, I really feel like a swim." Chris broke off the kiss and murmured against Shane's lips. "Come on, you'll love it." Chris zipped Shane up and pushed him up. Shane looked like he was going to combust with frustration. But Chris was already up and heading into the house. That was supposed to be his fucking role, Shane thought frustrated. Since pronouncing a 'no orgasm' punishment on Chris, Shane had never passed an opportunity to tease Chris ruthlessly. When Chris least expected it, Shane would strike...touch him, fondle him, get him close to release, and then leave him on the brink. Shane did that a number of times in a day and it always drove Chris crazy. Once, he'd actually woken Chris with his hot mouth on his dick. Chris had gotten so into it that when Shane had abruptly gotten off his cock, preventing his release, Chris had rained curses on him. Shane still smiled whenever he remembered that morning. And that was how it had been for their past five days of relaxed bliss. But arousing Chris never failed to arouse Shane himself. Though sometimes it was difficult for Shane to pull back since he wanted Chris so badly too, Chris' reaction after each teasing was always worth Shane's own blue balls. But at that moment, Shane couldn't help but feel that Chris was now turning the tables on him. Fuck! Chris was inside the house for a while. When he finally came back out in his swim trunks, Shane was still sitting where he'd left him. "Hey, I brought you swim shorts." Chris threw the shorts to Shane and started moving towards the sea. "Would have loved to go skinny-dipping but wouldn't wanna scandalize Isabel as I don't know the time she and Jon will get back." Chris threw over his shoulders. That whole stretch around the house was private property so Chris could have comfortably decided to go skinny dipping. Shane turned to look at Chris then and gasped. He wasn't at all prepared for what he saw. Chris was in a baby-blue short, low waist, body hugging swim trunks that had Shane salivating and getting short of breath. And his arse in that sexy trunk was out of this world. Though Shane would have loved to see Chris bared-arsed, that sexy butt in the equally sexy swim trunks was even hotter. "Shit." Shane breathed as he stood and headed for the changing room. They swam for a very long time, splashing each other and simply having fun. Shane got out first and went to sit on a dry spot with his back to the stylish marble curb leading to the house. As he toweled himself dry, he watched Chris swim. He couldn't help but admire Chris' beautiful body. The way his sexy abs and biceps flexed as he moved through the water, hard and rippling with muscle. The man was so boldly masculine and gorgeous. Shane felt himself getting hard and groaned. For someone who was determined to hold out on Chris, drive the man out of his mind with want, he sure was doing a fine job Shane thought sarcastically. He couldn't think straight, seeing all that hot, mouthwateringly delicious body of Chris on display. He was blinded by so much lust he was contemplating damning his so called punishment and ravishing Chris, right there on the beach. Where was the punishment when he the punisher was suffering so much? Shane watched as Chris finally got out of the water and headed towards him with a grin. "Fuck, I enjoyed that." Chris laughed, flopping down beside Shane and snatching the towel to wipe his hair. "That was f..." Chris trailed off when his eyes landed on Shane's bulge. The man was so hard Chris could see his cock jerk inside his wet black swim shorts. His plan couldn't have gone better, Chris thought smugly. Looking at Shane's throbbing length, Chris got so hard so fast he felt dizzy. "You're so damn stubborn." Chris breathed as he reached for the cord on Shane's shorts. "Chris..." Shane groaned in a feeble protest when his mammoth cock was released to the cool sea breeze. "I don't think..." He began when Chris leaned down, his intentions clear. "Shut the fuck up, Shane." Chris growled just as he engulfed about half of Shane's cock in his hot, wet mouth. "Oh fuck!" Shane threw his head back with a lustful moan as his hands went to Chris' head. "So good." Chris sucked hard, getting Shane even harder and wet. He wasn't bothered by the salty taste of the sea water at all. It felt so fucking good to feel Shane's cock in his mouth after such a long time he wouldn't have given a rat's arse if Shane's cock had tasted spicy. He'd missed it so damned much. Chris was so much into sucking Shane he almost forgot his main goal till he heard Shane gasp that he was close. Chris immediately got of Shane's cock and moved to straddle his thighs. Then he grabbed Shane's head and kissed him fiercely. "I know this was supposed to be my punishment, baby." Chris murmured against Shane's mouth. "But we will both go fucking insane if you don't take me right-fucking-now." He rasped as he stuck both of his hands beneath his arse. When Shane heard the sound of tearing, his eyes widened with incredulity. "I loved those trunks, you idiot." Shane growled, drawing a breathless chuckle from Chris. "Isabel got them for me." Chris murmured as he took hold of Shane's cock and moved it in line with his already lubed up hole. "She got it in six different colours." He rubbed the head of Shane's leaking cock against his twitching hole. "Oh fuck." Shane gasped. "I love this colour on you." Shane's eyes were closed in sheer pleasure. "There's one more of this colour." Chris breathed huskily. "It's a pack of twelve." Even his voice sounded so damn seductive Shane moaned. "Two of each colour." Chris began to sink slowly onto Shane's pulsing cock. "Sweet Lord. Baby you know you can't do this without lube." Shane gasped even as he felt Chris' hot tight channel slowly swallow up his cock. "Wanna bet?" Chris gasped. "Fuck, you feel so good. I missed you so fucking much." Chris watched from beneath heavy lids as Shane's eyes opened in surprise, the realization of just how prepared Chris was, flashing in his eyes. "You sly fox." Shane husked just as he bottomed out in the perfectly slicked up channel. "You planned this." Then taking hold of Chris' hips, Shane thrust up, slamming into the pleasure button embedded deep inside Chris. Chris came undone. "Shane..." Chris cried out as he threw his head back in sheer animalistic ecstasy. Release had never been sweeter. It had been so long he'd virtually forgotten just how good it felt to come. Surely that had to be the fastest orgasm in the history of orgasms, Chris couldn't help but think as he kept shooting. Even as his body writhed in ecstatic release, Chris sought Shane's mouth. He needed that mouth like he needed air. His cock, which was stuck between the band of his swim trunks and his six-pac, shot out cum as far as his chin. And even after he stopped spurting, he didn't lose his hard-on for even a second. Chris only felt more energized now that he'd gotten that initial release out of the way. He looked into Shane's eyes with a naughty smile. "Ready?" Chris husked. Then at Shane's nod, he proceeded to give Shane the fuck of his life. Chris rocked, gyrated, bounced and simply fucked Shane's brains out. Anyone observing their tryst from their sides would have thought Chris was merely bouncing on Shane's lap, or goofing around as Chris' swim trucks was in place. He'd only opened up just enough space along the seam to enable Shane's cock get to his hole. But someone watching from behind Chris or Shane would know exactly what was happening. From behind Chris, no one would have missed the mammoth cock appearing and disappearing in and out of Chris. And the erotic movement of the two men, from the angle behind Shane, left little to the imagination. And that was exactly what Chef Mario saw. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 11 When Chris looked towards the house and saw Mario watching them, a bolt of excitement so intense it drew a gasp from him, shot through him. He instinctively tightened around Shane, causing Shane to throw his head back in pleasure as he let out an ecstatic cry. Chris wrapped his arms around Shane's neck and pressed his temple to Shane's, and then with his eyes locked on Mario's he slammed his hips into Shane's, pumping that tight channel up and down the rigid length, taking complete control of the fuck. Chris knew he was acting like a slut but he couldn't help it. Let Mario watch and know that Shane was his, he thought smugly. But Chris lost total control at the next words that fell from Shane's lips. "Damn, I love your tight hole around my cock." Shane growled as his fingers dug into Chris' hips, yanking his hips down as he thrust upward, shoving deep into him. "Love riding my big black cock? That tight, hot, satiny, insatiable chute is milking the fuck out of my baby-maker." Shane was in a world of his own. His eyes wasn't focused enough to notice the shock on Chris' face. "Feel me nailing that sweet, cum-triggering button deep inside you?" He husked as he hammered Chris' pleasure button head-on with each upward thrust. "You're going to make me come so fucking hard. Want me to breed that arse, baby? Tell me you're ready for my cum." "Oh shit, dude!" Chris gasped. Shane had never said anything so dirty during sex. He was always the perfect gentleman. But this Shane...this dirty-talking Shane, was causing Chris to feel things he'd never felt before. The combination of those words and that steely cock pummeling so deep into him was too much for Chris. His eyes shut on their own accord, cutting off his focus on Mario. "Give me your cum, baby." He moaned and then completely lost it. With a lustful cry Chris ground into Shane, moving as though he didn't have any control of his being. Chris' face was ferociously etched with lust and his need and he rode Shane hard. His head fell back, his chest heaving as harsh sounds of pleasure tore out of his throat. He went completely berserk. "Fuck baby." Shane breathed, watching Chris' transformation. His man obviously liked dirty talk during sex. "You're so fucking gorge..." but Shane trailed off, his rhythm faltering and his vision blackening as a powerful orgasm tore through him. "Oh fuck..." He gasped as his back arched in unadulterated bliss. Shane wasn't alone in that fall. Chris was right there with him, climaxing with a cry, his entire body shaking, his channel griping and rippling along Shane's cock, milking him till Shane thought he was going to pass out from all that pleasure. "Fuck Donovan." Shane gasped, trying to get his breath under control. "Gonna fucking kill me." Shane's voice was lethargic and satiated. Chris went slack against Shane, utterly boneless, loving the gentle way Shane enfolded him against his body. He felt sated, content and loved and he never wanted to stop feeling that way. "Not gonna kill you." Chris sounded drunk. "Just plan on keeping you forever." Shane shuddered at those words. "I won't have it any other way." His voice cracked. "What the fuck got into you?" Chris breathed. "That talk..." "You did tell me to try it on you remember?" Shane chuckled. "I do but I didn't think you had it in you." Chris actually sounded shocked. "Fuck, that was filthily hot." He gasped. "At least now we know you like it." Shane chuckled. "Those ladies..." "Shut up, Shane." Chris growled, drawing raucous laughter from Shane. Both men went quiet, savouring their earth-shattering encounter as they tried to calm their still erratic breathing. It was a comfortable silence. Till Chris broke it. "Let's do it." He said quietly. "Do what?" Shane asked. "Get married." Chris leaned back and looked into Shane's eyes. "Shane, I'm yours just as I know you're mine. If I could have just one wish, I would wish to wake up every day to the sound of your breath on my neck, the warmth of your lips on my cheek, the touch of your fingers on my skin, and the feel of your heart beating with mine. I can never find that feeling with anyone other than you, Shane." "Oh God, Chris." Shane breathed, completely floored by Chris' words. "I want to be yours in every sense of the word." Chris looked as though he was high on drugs but the excitement in his eyes was simply infectious. "I don't want to wait, Shane. I don't need to think. We can tell the people who matter afterwards. I don't have to ask anyone...well the guys will be thrilled so they don't count. That leaves Auntie Syl and Adele..." Chris dropped a quick kiss on Shane's lips which was opened in shock. "Shane I want to do it. Here...in Florida, before we go back home." When he noticed Shane's eyes welling with tears, he leaned in to kiss each eyelid. "I'm not taking no for an answer so don't even think about it." He growled. "You're saying we should elope." Shane's voice didn't even sound like his. "I don't care what you call it." Chris rasped. "Call it a shotgun wedding if you want..." Shane burst into laughter then, not even bothering to wipe the tear that finally slid down his cheek. "Oh my God, I love you, Chris Donovan." "And I love you." Chris answered. "And I can't wait for you and our daughter to go get me a ring before you ask. So let's go to town and do it now." "Chris... You sure we don't have to book or anything?" Shane couldn't mask his own excitement. "Money talks and bullshit walks, baby. I want you to be mine. I want my ring on that finger. I want everyone to know you're mine. Speaking of wanting everyone to know..." "What?" Shane asked when he noticed Chris looking behind him. "He's gone." Chris shrugged. "Mario. He was watching us." "Really?" Shane laughed. "Yep. He's probably wanking off somewhere." "Don't be mean." Shane chuckled. "Let's get inside before we get more audience." He kissed Chris soundly. "Besides we have a wedding to attend...our wedding to attend." He grinned. "Yeeeessss!" Chris shouted as he pulled himself off Shane's cock, moaning in the process. "Oh fuck, I love this cock." Shane laughed as he accepted the hand Chris offered. When he stood, he pulled Chris to him and kissed him again. "I'm so happy it feels like I'm floating." "Wait till you have that ring on your finger." Chris murmured, pulling Shane's swim shorts up to cover his cock and retying the cord. "I'm sure the feeling will be euphoric. Fuck I can't wait. Let's go." And both men had a bounce in their step as they moved towards the house and their future. *** Shane and Chris stared with awe and admiration at the ring in the palm of the petit lady behind the counter. "It's too beautiful." The lady murmured almost reverently. Almost as if, if she raised her voice, the ring would disappear. "Of course you'd say that." Chris chuckled. "You're selling it." They were in one of the most expensive jewelry shops in Florida, trying to pick out rings. "But you're right. It is spectacular." "I swear I always drool over this ring." She said in a hushed voice. "This is classy, striking, masculine, and totally beautiful. I know it's abnormally expensive but..." She laid her other hand over her heart with a sigh. "All you have to do is see it on your finger each morning to fall in love all over again. Thrust me on that." Shane and Chris stared at the ring the lady was creaming her panties over. It was an 8mm, 950 platinum wedding band, with an elegant design of forceful vertical grooves and polished beveled edges. Its strong, highly engineered look was offset by six round cut diamonds burnish, set in a satin finish. The ring's undeniable elegance accompanied by those glittering diamonds, not only established the piece as a timeless tribute to passionate romance, but it also provided magnificence and status. It was simple, classy and exceptionally stunning. "I want it." Shane breathed, obviously enthralled by the ring in question. "So you're the groom." Petit lady moaned, smiling at Shane whose eyes remained on the ring. Chris ignored the lady's question and turned to look at the man he loved with all his heart, saw the want and longing for that ring, and knew he wasn't going to leave the shop without that band. Though Chris thought the ring was beautiful too and had actually fallen in love with it immediately the lady had brought it from the hidden safe, he knew he would want to see that look on Shane's face for the rest of his life. It was that ring or none other. "Do you have two of these?" Chris asked with his eyes still on Shane. "What?" The lady sounded confused. "We want two of these. Today. Now." Chris said slowly as though he were talking to a child. "Can we get it?" "Oh my God... It's for the two of you." Petite lady whispered with a flushed face. "I think I'm going to pass out..." She whispered. "Breathe." Shane finally looked up and told the girl. "Now answer his question." He said when the girl looked calmer. "The designer made only two." She said shakily. "Because of the prize and the unique design we were made to keep both in the safe for...please let me get my boss." "Do that." Chris said in an amused tone. The girl looked like she wanted to take their autograph or something. What was it with girls and gay couples, he wondered with a shake of his head. "I can't wait to see it on your finger." Shane said softly, interlacing their fingers together on the counter. "Fuck, I can hardly believe you're almost mine." "I was yours from the very first moment I laid eyes on you, baby. And that has never changed." Chris murmured, pressing a soft kiss against Shane's temple. "Hello." Said an elderly man in an elegant suit. He was being followed by a younger man, also in a suit who had a wide smile on his face. "I understand you're interested in our beautiful platinum pair." "We sure are." Chris responded smoothly. "This way please." He said as he gestured towards his office. "Make yourselves comfortable, gentlemen." The elderly man waved them into the comfy looking chairs in the office. "I'm Marlowe, the owner of the shop. And this is my son, Stephen, the manager." He said as he took his seat behind the desk. "I can tell you for a fact that you're buying the best..." "Err... with all apologies, Mr. Marlowe." Chris began. "You don't need to convince us to buy the rings. Much as I would love to listen to just how great and spectacular the rings we've picked are, we don't have the time. You see, we're getting mar..." As Chris spoke, Shane took out his credit card and handed it over to Marlowe. "Shane..." Chris growled. But Shane leaned closer to him to murmur into his ear. "Don't worry, love. You're going to pay with that sweet arse and beautiful cock for the rest of your bliss-filled life." Chris' face reddened so fast Shane couldn't control his laughter. Then he shocked Chris even further by leaning closer to capture his parted lips in a soft sweet kiss. "Oh fuck." Chris whispered when Shane released his lips. "What happened to not kissing in front of people?" "Well, I decided you're mine, and I can kiss you whenever and wherever I want." Shane growled. "Have a problem with that?" "You know I never have." Chris grinned. "Shane Lewis?" Marlowe couldn't hide the shock in his voice. "Yes. Is there a problem?" Shane raised an eyebrow. "No. No." The flustered man replied quickly. "It's just..." The man was looking at Shane was eyes filled with awe. "Never mind." "Good." Chris said curtly, quickly recovering from Shane's surprise stunt. "As I was saying, we're getting married today and are yet to make arrangement at the town hall." "Allow me, Mr..." "Donovan." "Mr. Donovan. Stephen?" Marlowe turned to address his son. "Bring the form and take down their names and get things set for them immediately at the chapel. And please call Dennis to come and take their measurements." "Thanks." Shane said with a surprised grin. "That's the least we can do for our cherished customers." Marlowe chuckled, turning to look at the man who entered the office. "Dennis will take your measurements and whatever you want to inscribe inside the rings please." Shane and Chris stared at each other in surprise as Dennis took the measurement of their ring fingers. They hadn't thought about the inscription part at all. "We'll give you some time alone to think about that." Marlowe said as he got up to leave. "Can I have a pen and piece of paper please?" Shane asked, tearing his eyes from Chris'. "Sure, sure." The elderly man said, placing a sheet of paper and a pen in front of Shane. Then with a naughty smile on his face, Shane boldly scribbled on the sheet, 'My Donovan, You're The Center of My World. S.N.L-C.D'. Then he placed the pen on the sheet. Chris read what Shane had written and couldn't stop the smile that split his face. He picked up the pen and scribbled his. 'Nick, My Love, My Heart, My Life. C.D-S.N.L'. "There." Chris pushed the paper towards a surprisingly emotional looking Marlowe. "That must be in his ring." He said, pointing at what he'd written. "I understand." Marlowe rasped. "I'll be right back." And even before the door closed behind the man, Chris was leaving his seat to kneel in front of Shane. Then he wrapped his arms around Shane's waist and simply laid his head in his lap. He just wanted to be held, to be close to Shane, to feel their bodies touching. Chris gave a deep sigh of contentment when he felt Shane bend over his back and lay his head on him. No words were needed. They simply drew strength from each other, relishing their love. *** "You can now turn to face each other and say your own vows." The officiating minister announced with a smile. Mr. Marlowe had organized for a Minister to officiate their marriage in a small chapel. And the man had actually come to witness their marriage with his son. Some people sure did take customer service to another level, both Chris and Shane had concluded. They turned to face each other as the minister had instructed, both looking smart casual and smoking hot in their jeans, un-tacked white button-down shirts, sexy jackets and boots. "You really wanna do this?" Chris asked with a smile that could neither hide his love nor adoration of Shane. "Hell yes. Do you?" Shane's couldn't suppress his own smile. "More than anything I've ever wanted." Chris actually managed to sound cocky, making Shane smirk. "Good, 'cause I'm not letting you get away from me...ever!" Shane husked. "I'm holding you to that." Chris rasped. "Good." Then taking Chris' finger, Shane said in the sexiest voice Chris had ever heard. "I give this ring as my gift to you, a symbol of all that we have promised and all that we shall share. Wear it and think of me and know that I love you. I pledge to you all that I am and all that I will ever be as your husband." Shane slipped the ring on Chris' finger. "I love you, Chris Donovan." Chris had to swallow hard around the huge lump in his throat as Shane reached up to catch the tear shimmering on his eye lash, with his thumb. Chris didn't care that he had tears in his eyes in front of strangers. He'd never felt so overwhelmed in his life. He wanted to crawl inside Shane and be one with him. As he reached for Shane's finger, his hands trembled so bad he had to pause and take a deep breath. "God, I love you so fucking much." Chris gasped, making both Shane and the minister and the few people seated inside the small chapel burst into laughter. Then as if he couldn't help himself, he leaned in and kissed Shane. "We haven't gotten to that part yet, Mr. Donovan." The minister said with amusement. But Chris pretended as though he hadn't heard the minister. He broke off the kiss and leaned his temple against Shane's. "I can still feel you inside me. And I want you back in there so bad right now." He whispered into Shane's ear and kissed him softly on the cheek. "What do you say we finish this, and I grant you your wish?" Shane breathed, his eyes alight with love and lust. "Deal?" "Deal." Chris chuckled and stepped back. "Sorry about that, Sir. I couldn't help myself." Chris told the Minister as he started slowly sliding the ring onto Shane's finger. "I give you this ring as a symbol of my love for you. I promise not only to stand by your side always, but to also be a faithful partner to you always. I bestow upon you all the treasures of my mind, heart, and hands. As I place this ring on your finger, I Chris Donovan, accept you Shane Nicolas Lewis, as my husband." Chris slipped the ring on Shane's finger. "I love you too, Shane. So much." "That was so beautiful." Shane whispered as his own tears slid unchecked, down his cheeks. Neither man had known what the other was going to say. And hearing those heartfelt words from Chris totally floored Shane...made him feel so special. "Alright, Chris and Shane, I now pronounce you married." The minister said. "You may kiss each other." There's a moment between a glance and a kiss when the world actually seem to stop for the briefest of times. Chris and Shane saw right into the very soul of each other at that point, the anticipation of the coming kiss so intense their hearts actually pounded. Then their lips touched and their eyes shut, then it was just the two of them as for a moment, everything around them disappeared. It was a kissed that rocked both men to their very souls. To them, there was no feeling greater than knowing that they belonged to each other, body and soul. Both men tasted the salty tears but couldn't tell whose it was. It didn't matter at all. "We did it." Shane's voice cracked. His arms remained around Chris' neck whilst Chris' wrapped around his waist, their foreheads leaning against each other's. Shane didn't seem to have the willpower to let Chris go. "Yes, we did." Chris whispered against Shane's lips. "Thank you." Then they were kissing each other again. It was a short but beautiful ceremony. From the chapel, they drove directly to one of the most expensive and luxurious beach hotels in Florida, Boca Raton Resort & Club, where they checked into the presidential suite. The spectacular setting and view loved by many about the Boca Raton Resort was however lost on the two men since neither stepped out of that room for the next two days. After sparing some two minutes to call Jon and Isabel to tell them not to expect them back home till the next day, they jumped into bed and simply held each other. For both of them, it felt so unbelievably exciting to be married it was almost surreal. They would look into each other's eyes with so much love, smile at each other and simply kiss. Surprisingly they didn't even feel like having sex. Just lying in each other's arms was okay. And they were not even talking much except to declare their love for each other sometimes amidst kisses. "We're acting like a bunch of teens." Shane laughed at a point. "With you, I don't care what I act as. I could be a cat for all I care." Chris murmured. "A cat? No. Definitely a lion." Shane chuckled. "Hungry?" And at Chris' nod, Shane ordered room service, surprising Chris by requesting for a bottle of chocolate syrup. "Chocolate syrup?" Chris raised an eye brow. "Shut up." Shane said, attacking Chris's lips again. "You taste so good I might even call to cancel that order." He murmured against Chris' lips. "Don't." Chris laughed. "I love chocolate syrup. Do you think we should call Auntie Syl and the guys to tell them?" "Let's keep it to ourselves." Shane kissed Chris on the forehead. "At least for a day." Another kiss to the tip of Chris' nose. "We can tell them tomorrow." A lengthier kiss on the mouth. When their food finally came, they only picked at it though it was scrumptious. Both men still felt too excited to eat. They however finished the bottle of champagne that came with it. Chris called the reception and requested for someone to come for their dishes. After giving the lady a huge tip, he closed the door and joined Shane in the shower. After their shower they relaxed in the Jacuzzi, with Shane sitting between Chris' legs with his back against Chris' front. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 11 "This feels like heaven." Shane moaned, resting the back of his head on Chris' shoulder. "I could stay this way forever." "Hmm. Much as I agree this feels nice, I'd rather be in bed with you deep inside me." Chris murmured, drawing a soft laughter from Shane. "You're such a slut." "We had a deal." Chris murmured in Shane's ear, drawing his lobe between his teeth. "In a chapel." He released the flesh long enough to add huskily. Then he started sucking on the sensitive flesh, loving the sounds of Shane's uncontrollable moans. Chris licked his way down to the sensitive spot on Shane's neck and sucked up a mark. "Chris..." Shane's cock was throbbing, aching. Chris knew all his buttons and just how to push them to get him ravenous with need. "You'll make me come," Shane moaned. "And that's a bad thing, why?" Chris turned Shane's face and started licking and biting his chin. "I have other plans." Shane groaned. "Hmm. The syrup. I wonder what plans they are." Chris murmured and captured Shane's lips in a fiery kiss. Shane tilted his head to enable him better explore the sweet sexy mouth of his husband. Then he moaned into Chris' mouth, a soft sound of pleasure and surrender which was so erotic it made Chris' toes curl. And when Shane's hand moved up to Chris' head, to slide through and tug at his silky wet hair, it created a sensation so delicious within Chris he growled lustfully into their kiss. Chris could feel each tug of Shane's fingers in his hair right down in his cock. What the fuck were they still doing in the damn Jacuzzi anyway? "Let's get out of here, baby." Chris tore his mouth off Shane's and growled. In the bedroom Shane lightly placed his hands on Chris' waist and propelled him backwards till the back of Chris' legs hit the bed. "I want to lick you all over." Shane murmured huskily. "To kiss you all over. To get to know every inch of my husband's body." Chris shuddered at those fiery words. "You already know it." He said huskily. "I don't think so." Shane drew Chris' lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it till a tortured sound tore out of Chris. He pushed Chris onto the bed. "Move up." Shane instructed in a lust-roughened voice and watched as Chris did exactly as he'd said. They were both rock hard. Shane crawled up Chris' body and just looked at him with a look so hot Chris gasped. Then leaning down slowly...almost as if he had all the time in the world to do what he was about to do, Shane lightly kissed both of Chris' eyes, then his nose, ears, chin and finally his mouth. When he released Chris' mouth so they could breathe in a much needed air, Shane moved down to Chris' neck and sucked up an even bigger mark than what Chris had given him in the Jacuzzi. Then reaching for the bottle of syrup, Shane drizzled some on Chris' nipples and on his stomach, right down to his treasure trail. Chris was going out of his mind with anticipation at that point. He made a sound which was a cross between a sigh and a moan when he finally felt Shane's tongue on him. It was hot, wet and so, so pleasurable. He watched and writhed as Shane licked him all over, his abs, nipples, tummy, belly button...and Shane kept moving downwards. Chris had never seen his cock gush out so much precum. Shane ignored that hungry cock when he got to it, smirking when Chris made a sound of protests, and moved down to Chris' inner thighs. By the time Shane got to Chris' toes, he was a quivering mess. "Shane please..." Chris whimpered. "I need to come. Just get me off and let's continue, please." Shane took out the little toe he'd been sucking on and gave Chris a mock glare. "Do you want me to gag you or something?" He asked huskily. At Chris' widened eyes, Shane smirked. "Didn't think so. Get on your tummy." "Bossy aren't we?" Chris muttered as he turned over. "What was that?" Shane growled, slapping Chris lightly on the butt. "Ouch." Chris groaned. "This is Domestic Abuse." He muttered, drawing laughter from Shane. Shane proceeded to drizzle some syrup on Chris' back and licked him all over. When he got to Chris' sexy arse, he placed tiny kisses on each cheek. "Get on all fours, baby. Actually, leave your head on the pillow." Shane sounded hoarse. He watched, almost drooling as Chris' twitching hole was exposed to him. "Beautiful." Shane whispered to himself as if in a trance. Then totally forgetting about the syrup, Shane leaned in and licked at that twitching star. "Oh fuck!" Chris gasped. He'd never felt anything so exquisite. He'd done it to Shane but had never had the pleasure of feeling that delicate bliss. But much as it felt good, he really didn't want Shane to feel he had to reciprocate or anything like that. "Shane, you don't have... Oh fuuuuck!" Chris cried out, totally forgetting his line of thought. Whatever Shane was doing with his tongue felt so good it made his eyes water. Shane ate the hell out of that arse. The sounds falling out of Chris sounded like music to his ears. Since he'd never rimmed Chris, there had been that initial uncertainty of not being experienced enough to deliver. But from Chris' reaction, Shane knew he was on the right path. Shane would move down to lick all over Chris' perineum, and move up to plunge his tongue into that moist hole. At a point he moved down to take Chris' balls into his mouth and gave them a good tongue bath, then moved back to the hole. When he heard Chris' scream, Shane was actually startled. But then he felt the contractions against his tongue and knew what had happened. Chris had orgasmed from his tongue, without a touch to his cock. Shane had never seen anything sexier. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." Chris kept chanting as he collapsed onto the bed, not minding at all that he'd fallen into his cum on the bed. And what a load it was. "Oh my God, Shane..." He panted, trying to catch his breath. Shane crawled up to lie on Chris' back, shaken by the whole experience himself. It had felt great to bring Chris pleasure that way. "You're so fucking sweet and hot." He murmured, dropping kisses on Chris' neck. "I'm officially an addict to that sweet hole. Damn, I loved doing that." He gasped, making Chris laugh softly. "We're still not done with our deal." Chris murmured, wriggling his arse against Shane's hardness. "That, we're not." Shane said rolling off Chris and reaching for the tube of lube on the bedside table. "On your hands and knees, Sexy." He rasped as he lubed up. Shane poured a generous amount of lube onto the already moist hole in front of him and slammed in without warning. "Fuck." Chris groaned, automatically tightening up on Shane, causing Shane to give an animalist growl. "Will you stop that?" Shane gasped. "Not gonna last if you keep tightening up." He growled as he pulled Chris up so that Chris' back was against his chest. Chris turned his head, seeking Shane's mouth just as he felt Shane's slick hand on his stiffening cock. He was rock hard in a matter of seconds. Shane fucked Chris deep and hard, nailing his pleasure button relentlessly, stroking him the whole time. "You feel so fucking good, Donovan." Shane husked as he latched onto Chris' neck, sucking and licking till Chris thought he would go insane from sensory overload. "And you feel amazing." Chris said shakily. "Your cock, your hand your mouth... the fuck!" Chris couldn't suppress his growl of shock and outrage when Shane abruptly let him go. His mouth left his neck, the delicious friction of his hand on his cock was no more, and that cock... that mouthwateringly sweet cock was no longer plunging inside him, sending him to the clouds... "What..." Chris gasped. "On your back." Shane tight voice showed just how fast his control was slipping. "I want to watch your face...among other things." Chris didn't wait to be told a second time. He turned on his back and crooked a finger at Shane, who quickly covered Chris' body and took his lips in a spine-tingling kiss. Then Shane sat up, knees on either sides of Chris' hips. He watched Chris' face, wishing he could take a picture of his sexy husband that very moment. With his face flushed, eyes shut and lower lip stuck between his teeth, Chris looked sexy as fuck. Shane reached down to take hold of Chris' slick pulsing cock, brought it to his entrance, and slowly lowered himself onto it. "Christ!" Chris gasped as his eyes shot open. The shock of the unexpected heat and tightness surrounding him was mind-blowing. He watched as Shane sank down, completely taking him deep inside. Chris could see the discomfort in Shane's eyes and tensed up. "Shane..." He whispered. "I'm okay." Shane rasped as he started grinding on Chris. Though he'd been on the verge of a powerful explosion whilst inside Chris earlier, he wanted to come with Chris deep inside him. Since Shane was on top controlling their movement, he knew the perfect angle to get that sweet gland inside him, nailed. And he did just that. "Ahh..." Shane threw his head back as pleasure slammed into him. He held that position and slowly gyrated his hips. He knew he wasn't going to last. The head of Chris' cock was pressed so tightly against his prostate, Shane saw stars. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna..." Chris took hold of Shane's hips and thrust deep and held. Then he watched as Shane erupted, shooting above his own head. His mouth was opened as though he was screaming but no sound came. His stomach clenched as his orgasm rolled through him, the sweet feeling washed over him with such force, Shane thought he might die from an overdose of pleasure. Chris stared at his gorgeous husband and felt his heart swell with so much love. When Shane collapsed onto him, still shaking with aftershocks of that intense orgasm, Chris wrapped his arms around him and gently kissed his forehead. "Mine." Chris whispered. It was the softest of claims but Shane heard him just fine. "Yours." Shane breathed in return. "And I'm still hard." Shane added, shocking Chris into laughter. "And we can't leave you like that, can we?" Chris chuckled as he rolled them over, making sure that he remained deep inside Shane. Then placing one of Shane's legs over his shoulder, Chris started to pound into him, relentlessly. "Oh fuck," Shane groaned and grunted as Chris fucked him with deep, long and erratic thrusts. Chris fucked him as though he were possessed. Shane loved it. "So good." He almost sobbed as Chris gyrated in a particular angle, finding and ruthlessly battering his prostate, faster and harder, over and over. Chris' mouth was everywhere he could reach, nipping, licking, kissing and simply driving Shane out of his mind. When he wrapped a hand around Shane's cock and pulled, Shane almost passed out. His body was on fire. Chris filled him, searing him from the inside, claiming him with every thrust, every pull and every kiss. Shane knew he was losing it. When he felt the tingle along his spine, he knew what it was and reached for it. "Chris..." Shane whimpered shakily as his hips slammed up to meet Chris', his orgasm building like a volcano. He felt his cock swell, knew he was going to shoot his load... "Chris..." "Let go baby. I've got you." Chris whispered as he closed the gap between them and took Shane's mouth in a kiss so soft and sweet, Shane's eyes welled up despite himself. Shane shot between them just as spams wracked Chris' body and he flooded Shane with his essence. Words were not important as both men writhed against each other, mindless with pleasure. The intensity of emotions sweeping through them was overwhelming. Chris pulled out of Shane and gently lowered his leg back onto the bed. Then he moved to lie beside Shane, curling around him as they both tried to catch their breath. Though both men were spent, they couldn't stop giving each other soft kisses. "Hey." Chris said softly after a while. "You okay?" Shane smiled at him and tangled his fingers in Chris' hair. "Never better. I love you, husband." Chris closed his eyes and stroked Shane's chest. "Damn, I love the sound of that." He whispered. "I love you more, husband." Shane laughed softly. "We have to change the sheets and hit the showers." He murmured. "I remember seeing fresh sheets in the closet." "Go get in the shower." Chris said. "I'll change the sheets and join you." "I don't want to leave you." Shane whispered, leaning in to capture Chris' swollen lower lip. As he sucked on that juicy flesh, Chris moaned and slowly humped his thigh. "You're an insatiable slut, Chris." Shane let go of Chris' lip to murmur when he felt Chris begin to harden against him. "You're a fine one to talk, Mr. Lewis." Chris chuckled, grabbing Shane's erection. "Fuck." Shane gasped as he rolled out of bed. "I guess we have a lot of catching up to do." He chuckled, heading towards the closet. "Our bodies obviously feel starved." He said as he walked back to the bed with a new sheet. "And whose fault is that?" Chris growled. "That was good therapy, darling." Shane turned his head to accept Chris' lips. "Ask any therapist." He breathed when they broke off the kiss. "Remove the sheet." He said and waited till the sheets were off, and then spread the fresh one on the bed. "Speaking of therapy..." Chris started. "What about it?" Shane asked, busily straightening the sheet. "Are we going to keep..." "We did pay a shitload of cash, Chris." Shane said dryly. "We're going till Murray says otherwise. Besides, I like the man." "Ow come on, I'm your newly wedded husband." Chris protested with mock outrage. "You can't tell me you like another man. I'm sure there's a law against that or something. It's not even been twenty-four h..." Shane stopped Chris tirade with his lips, kissing him till he melted against him. "Now let's hit the fucking showers and come continue compensating our bodies." Shane husked, turning towards the bathroom. And that was exactly what they did. The couple spent hour after hour, fucking, kissing, sucking and fucking some more. They would order room service, eat, call Adele, sleep for an hour or two, and then get back to fucking. They couldn't get enough of each other. Sometimes they made gentle, slow, sweet love which melted their hearts for each other and other times, it was a frenzied and brutal fucking that left every muscle and joint aching deliciously and yet they kept going at it like bunnies. Chris ordered some clothes, and some other stuff he thought they'd need online, to be delivered to their suite. They'd remained naked since they checked in on the day they got married, wearing the hotel robes whenever they needed to cover up. Apart from the fact that they didn't have any clothes besides the ones they'd worn into the hotel, they simply didn't need clothes. "Okay, now we have to do it." Shane said on the morning of their third day in the hotel as they got ready to check out. They'd checked into the hotel on Wednesday night and stayed in their room the whole of Thursday and Friday. On Saturday, they finally decided to go back home as they were to go back to L.A. on Sunday. "Do what?" Chris asked as he fixed his belt. "Tell people we're married." Shane said as he pulled on his shoes. "He finally decides to share." Chris mumbled, drawing a chuckle from Shane. "I wanted to keep you all to myself for a while." He said as he wrapped his arms around Chris from behind. "Sue me." Chris laughed softly. "I wish I could keep you to myself longer." He heard the whine in his voice but didn't give a flying fuck. He could be himself with Shane and not get self-conscious at all. That's how free he felt around his husband. "Tell you what," Shane said, turning Chris around to face him. "Whenever we feel like it or we feel a teeny weeny bit stressed, we have to go away for at least three days. Just lock ourselves into a room...like this...and just be with each other. What do you say?" "I like the sound of that. No phones, no work, one to disturb us..." Chris husked and licked at the corner of Shane's lips, making him shiver with lust. "Just like this." Shane whispered. "Do we have a deal?" "Oh yeah. Deal." Chris captured Shane's mouth in a fierce kiss. "Fuck, I love your mouth." Shane gasped when they came up for air. "Love yours too. Now let's make that call." Chris moved out of Shane's arms and headed towards the laptop on the table in the room. "Think we should Skype huh?" Shane went to sit beside Chris. "I want to see their reaction. We call your mum first." Chris said as he pushed the laptop to face Shane. Shane didn't waste any time in dialing Sylvia Lewis on Skype. His mother never ceased to amaze him with her love for technology. She loved Skyping. "Shane?" Sylvia's pretty face filled the screen. "Are you boys okay?" "We're good Ma. How about you?" "I'm very well. Just missed you so much. Where's Chris?" Shane adjusted the laptop so that his mother could see both of them. "Hello Auntie Syl. We missed you too." Chris grinned. "We both know you didn't, boy." Sylvia laughed. "You both look good. How's the house?" "We feel good and the house is same." Chris said. "You're to go back to L.A. tomorrow right?" "Yes Ma. We have something to tell you though." Shane said softly and turned to smile at Chris when he felt Chris lace their fingers together on his lap. "I'm listening." Sylvia said looking at then expectantly. "Last Wednesday, Chris and I got married." Sylvia's hands went to her chest. "Oh my babies." "Ma we're not bab..." "Shut up Nick." Sylvia cut Shane off. "You two have no idea just how happy you've made me." She said, wiping at her eyes. Wait...did you say Wednesday? Why are you now telling me?" "We were on our honeymoon, Ma." Shane groaned. "We had a lot of catching up to do so..." "You actually worked on your honeymoon?" Sylvia Lewis screeched. Chris burst into laughter as Shane groaned. "You can call it that Auntie Syl. Not all types of work is stressful though. Some are very pleasu..." "Shut your mouth Chris Donovan." Sylvia gasped as what the couple meant by 'work' finally dawned on her. Shane was laughing so hard his mother finally joined in. "You kids are crazy. Don't let me keep you from 'working' then." She gave the word quotations with her fingers. "Go back to putting in extra hours." This time Chris laughed so hard he fell right off his chair. "Ma, do you mind?" Shane laughed, reaching down to pull Chris back into his chair. Sylvia laughed too but then grew serious. "I wish you boys enjoy all the pleasures that togetherness brings in life. May your life hereafter be filled with happiness and delight. And may your bonding last forever, and should it ever change, may it change to a firmer and better one." Sylvia's voice shook. It was obvious just how close to tears she was. "Thanks." Both Chris and Shane responded. "I wish I could hug you boys." "We'll come visit you soon, Ma." Shane said quietly, obviously affected by his mother's words too. Chris leaned closer and kissed Shane softly on his cheek. "You do that, hon. Love you boys so much." Sylvia said watching the display of affection by Chris. She couldn't be happier. "Love you too." They both responded. "Take care. And call me when you get back to L.A." "We will." Chris responded as Shane nodded. Chris placed his head on the table and laughed when they disconnected the call. "Oh my God, that 'extra hours' part was hilarious." "You're an idiot." Shane chuckled. "Did you really have to explain the types of work?" "I couldn't resist." Chris laughed. "Like I said, you're an idiot. Call the guys." Shane pushed the laptop towards Chris. "Whose house do you think they're fooling around in today?" "You should know better than I, dude." Chris drawled. "It not like I've been hanging out with you guys of late." He said quietly. "I don't even think they would want to talk to me." Chris suddenly sounded wistful. Unbreakable Bond Ch. 11 "Hey," Shane turned Chris' head to face him. "Those guys are your family. Family doesn't end in blood and doesn't start there either. Family cares about you. Family is there for the good, bad...all of it. They've got your back even when it hurt. That's family. Those guys love you no matter what you'll do. Got that?" Chris nodded. "Yes." "Good. Now you better get back to your cheerful mode because if they get the slightest impression that you're not happy, my arse is grass." Shane looked so serious Chris' eyes widened. "Really? Did I miss something?" He asked with amusement glittering in his eyes. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" Shane growled. "If you throw me to the wolves, Chris Dono..." "Relax." Chris laughed. "It just feels good to know that those idiots threatened you on my behalf. You have no idea how protective they are of you. All the subtle threats they've given me..." Chris burst into laughter once again. "Who did the threatening exactly?" He looked so amused. "All of them." Shane said. "Well, except Tyron of course. Sometimes looks carry more weight than words. And the look in their eyes..." Shane was virtually talking to himself. "Aaron's was the only non-threatening ones. But his was even worse." "Where was Tristan?" Chris asked, finally noticing just how shaken Shane was by whatever his friends had portrayed. "He was out of town." "Thank God!" Chris gasped. "Tristan would've had a field day." "He wouldn't have. Trust me." Shane muttered. "That bad huh?" "Scary." Shane tried very hard not to remember the scene when the guys were standing around his chopper with melancholic faces. Chris left his chair to straddle Shane's thighs, facing him. He lifted Shane's chin with a finger and kissed him softly. "I'm sorry I put all of you through that." He said softly. "You're apologizing to the wrong person." Shane sighed, drawing Chris' head down to kiss him softly. "Just don't sign my death warrant with a sad face please." He whispered, making Chris laugh. "I promise I won't." Chris said, moving off Shane's lap. Then he straddled Shane's thighs again, facing the laptop this time. "Let's try Matt." He said, dialing Matt. But Matt didn't pick up. "Okay, no response. Let's see...if I'd been there, it would have been my turn today. Next person is..." "Damon." Shane chuckled. "Fuck." Chris muttered as he dialed Damon's Skype link. He promptly groaned when Tristan's face filled the screen. "Well, well, well...look who we have here." Tristan drawled. "Sober now?" "Hello to you too, brat." Chris growled whilst Shane laughed softly. "Where are the others?" "In the den. Yo, Shane? Sup?" Tristan turned his attention to Shane. "It's been a really long time. "Hey Tristan." Shane laughed. "You were out of town when we were leaving." "You mean when you were carrying his arse out of town." Tristan drawled, drawing a growl from Chris. "I swear to God if you don't take the laptop down to the..." Chris started. "Okay, okay I'm going. Settle down cow... hey, what's that on your finger?" Tristan gasped. "Chris? Did you guys..." "Just..." Chris started to say but Tristan was making so much noise he decided not to waste his breath. He heard the guys asking Tristan what the problem was just before Kyle, Matt and Michael's faces filled the screen. They were sitting on the couch in the den, probably playing a video game. "Hey guys." Chris said. All the guys started talking at the same time. Chris could see the joy and relief on their faces. He gave a sigh of relief. Shane was right. The guys didn't look angry at all. They were his family and accepted his faults and mistakes. "One at a time assholes." Chris laughed as he watched Aaron rush to sit on Kyle's lap with a wide grin on his face. Then Damon and Cole appeared behind the couch so he could see them all. "I've missed you idiots so much." Chris gushed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Cole drawled but his eyes twinkled with delight. "Don't you have chairs where you are? Why the fuck is Shane carrying your weight?" Chris waited till the guys laughter settled down. "And why is Aaron sitting where he is right now?" Chris retorted. "'Cause I enjoy feeling my man's rock hard cock beneath my arse." Aaron responded with mock innocence even as his wriggled his arse in Kyle's lap. And at Kyle's uncontrollable tortured groan, Matt drew Aaron off Kyle and into his lap. "Now sit still." Matt said sternly whilst the guys laughed their heads off. "Where's Dean?" Shane asked, shifting so that Chris wasn't straddling him anymore but rather sitting across his thigh. He unconsciously coiled an arm around Chris' waist, making Chris smile. The guys didn't miss it. "Kayla gave birth two days ago." Matt said. "A cute baby girl." "Great." Chris was thrilled. "I hope she looks like Kayla and not the asswipe. Okay we have something to tell..." "They got married." Tristan shouted from somewhere in the den. Shane and Chris couldn't even see him on the screen. But Shane and Chris forgot about Tristan in the midst of the shouts and cheers and whistles. In the midst of all the noise, they heard a popping sound. Then Tristan appeared, handing out flutes to the guys and filling them with champagne. "To the best news of the century." Kyle shouted. "And to the smartest, hunkiest, horniest and all the ests couple ever." Matt said. "To Chris and Shane." Damon added. "May you fuck each other till it's time to check out of this world." Cole shouted. "Yeah...on every surface and space...and every fucking restroom." Michael added. And even as the guys laughed uproariously and Chris flipped them off, he leaned down and took Shane's lips in a heart-melting kiss. There was nothing as soul-lifting as having the support of your family when you take that plunge with your soul mate. And at that particular moment, Chris and Shane felt like the luckiest couple in the world and they knew that their serene bond and love would grow from strength to strength with each passing day. Theirs was indeed a bond that could never be broken. THE END 'WHEN TWO WHO HAVE SUFFERED FIND EACH OTHER, THE BOND IS LIKE STEEL. THEY BECOME EACH OTHERS' SOUL MATES AND COMFORT FROM THE STORM OF LIFE.'