Shawn's first festival performance seemed to call for celebration as the guys insisted on going out for a few drinks afterward. Shawn reluctantly agreed, proud of himself and his team but anxious to get it over with. His mind was somewhere else.

He spent the night watching the clock, tapping his foot to the music blaring from the speakers as he downed a couple of drinks. He couldn't seem to shake the thoughts of her from his mind, wondering what she was doing or who she was with. Probably studying, or at work, he figured, considering the time difference and her jam-packed schedule.

It wasn't like he could call her, either. They were't dating. They'd hung out a few times back home, but nothing had ever come of it. She was like the forbidden fruit, and he was dying for a taste.

He'd only made it two drinks in when the tension became unbearable and he was desperate for relief. Claiming his fatigue, he carefully wished the crew a good night and slipped out of the bar into the cool, late-night air, briskly walking back to the hotel and praying he wouldn't be seen.

It seemed as if the elevator couldn't ascend quickly enough, leaving Shawn to stare at his own reflection and growing bulge in the mirrored walls. He tapped his foot as impatience washed over his senses, the throb of his hard-on growing unbearable. He needed her. He needed release.

The doors slid open and Shawn darted down the hall, fishing his wallet out of his tight pocket and struggling to slide the key card out of its slot. He fumbled with the plastic, leaning against the door as he tried his best to scan the contraption above the knob.

He pushed the door open with his pointed boot, storming into the hotel room and immediately turning the lock behind him. A breathy groan escaped his pink lips as he was alone at last, finally able to have some time to himself. Time he craved.

He leaned into the washroom and turned on the light in an attempt to dimly illuminate the bedroom before heading toward his luggage. Light poured in the room from the city beneath him, and he wondered if she was alone, as he was, looking out a similar window at a different city and admiring the sunset across the Atlantic.

He desperately made quick work of his button-up, exposing his well-trained chest and slim middle. Heat was radiating from his body as he grew overwhelmed with aching lust, an intense desperation controlling his thoughts completely. The shirt was slung over a chair, leading him to kick his boots off and push them to the side.

His dark, lustful eyes watched himself as he brought a hand to his hip, slowly inching its way to the taut area of his jeans. His length was pressed against his thigh, hardened by thoughts of her causing his mind to run wild. Shawn groaned as his tattooed hand grasped his member, giving it a little squeeze as his head fell back. He needed this. Needed her.

His thumb kneaded the head of his cock through the denim as his chest heaved, the little hairs threatening to stand up at the brisk temperature of the empty hotel room. His skin grew hot from the friction as he palmed himself, finally giving up and moving his fingers to his belt.

The leather felt good between his long fingers as he pulled it through the buckle, and he wondered what she'd look like tied up for him. How beautiful she'd be, absolutely helpless and aching for him to please her. He undid his button and zipper as he imagined her squirming on his bed, hands restricted to the headboard to allow him to work his magic. All he wanted—needed—was to please her.

He pushed the denim down his sore thighs and stepped out of the fabric, peeling his socks from his large feet while he bent over. His black briefs were tight on his round ass, slightly too small for him and constricting his hardened cock. He felt trapped and held-down, pained by the lack of freedom provided by his undergarments. His fingertips teased the hem of his underwear as his eyes fell shut, imagination running wild.

Her fingers on him. That's what he wanted. Needed.

He slowly peeled the cotton from his hips, imagining her hands undressing him.

"Please," he muttered under his breath as his cock slapped his abdomen, rock-hard with a beautiful pearl of precum resting on his rosy tip. He was begging her to take him, to give him what he needed. He imagined the expression on her beautiful face at the sight of his erection, and he hoped it would lead her to drop to her knees and take him between her pretty little lips.

He stepped out of the briefs and kicked them aside, his naked body sifting through his suitcase in search of the lotion he insisted was for moisturizing his face. The bottle looked small in his enormous hand as he twisted the top off and placed a dollop in his right palm, carefully closing it up and putting it back where he found it.

Thoughts of sitting down confused him for a second. He wanted to relax and pay attention to what he was feeling, but God, he wanted her more. His left hand found the dresser as he braced himself and finally wrapped his right hand around his thick cock. He could feel how hard he was for her, the throb of his heartbeat pulsing through the thick vein running up his shaft.

He began pumping the base, throwing his head back at the sudden relief. His curls bounced as he picked up speed, his large hand sliding around with such ease due to the lubricant.

Shawn wondered what she looked like naked, thighs spread for him. Her tits bouncing as he pounded her pretty little pussy, or his hand on her ass as she took him from behind.

His hand tightened around his cock as he imagined he was fucking her, squeezing his shaft in an attempt to create what her heat must feel like wrapped around him. He wanted nothing more than to be inside of her, to hear her moans and cries as his tip brushed against her sweet spot.

He slid his hand up to the head of his cock, focusing on the sensitive divot as he began bucking his hips forward. Shawn thought he must have looked ridiculous, leaning against a chest of drawers and fucking his hand like it was the love of his goddamn life. He didn't care, though. All he wanted was her, all of her, and this seemed like the closest he was going to get.

"Mm, fuck," he grunted, slowly rubbing his tip with his calloused thumb to keep himself from exploding right there. He imagined what her moans must sound like, focusing on her calling his name in his head as he picked up speed again.

"You like that, baby?" he muttered, balls slapping the side of his hand as he continued to pound what he wished was her warm, soaking core. "So wet for me," he mumbled, trying his best not to explode. He wanted this to last a little longer.

So badly he wanted to feel her hair between his long fingers as he yanked it back, forcing her to look at him while he pounded her heat. He wanted to kiss her neck, taste her sweet skin as he made her moan. Shawn wondered if he could make her scream, prayed one day he'd be able to because then he could die happily.

"So good, baby, takin' my cock so well," he groaned, butt clenched as he violently fucked his hand. His fingers swirled around his throbbing shaft as he brought himself closer to the edge. His abs were contracting and the vein in his neck was swollen, threatening to burst with the overwhelming feeling of lust he had for her.

He craved her nipples between his teeth, wondering if they were a soft pink or more of a rosy colour. Either way, he was aching to worship her body and feel everything she had to offer him, dying to lose himself in her slick folds and hear her soft pleas for him to go harder, to go faster.

"You feel so good," he muttered into the silence, "So, so fuckin' hard for you."

He rested his head against the wall as he trailed his left hand down his body, raking his fingertips down his abs. Her touch, though seemingly unattainable, was something he wanted to feel endlessly. Even if it was just a slight brush of hands when exchanging television remotes, or accidental contact with the skin on her hip when he pulled her in for a hug, it never failed to set his soul on fire.

His hand danced down his body as he imagined it was hers, finally wrapping around his balls and massaging them as his right hand focused on the head of his cock.

"Oh, oh fuck," he cried, instantly biting his lip in a poor attempt to keep himself quiet. He was so sensitive, painfully aching for release as he dragged it out for as long as he could.

His palm slid over the ridge of his tip, causing his legs to tremble with his knees threatening to buckle beneath his heavy body.

"Pl-please, please let me come," he groaned between gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut as images of her raced through his mind.

Her eyes.

Her smile.

Her ass.

Everything about her made his heart thump in his chest, and it wasn't long before he couldn't hold it in any longer. His hand moved against his shaft rapidly as he bucked his hips harder than before, a moaning mess in the vacant hotel room.

"Fuck, m'gonna come, baby, oh fuck," he softly repeated, releasing into his hand with a shudder as he imagined her nose scrunching up, mouth falling agape as she came all over his cock. Shawn's head was still pressed against the wall, body hunched over as he struggled to maintain his balance. His chest was heaving as he recovered from his intense orgasm, a smile stretching over his lips as he hoped one day he wouldn't have to imagine fucking her anymore.

Slowly, he made his way into the illuminated washroom to clean up, catching a glimpse of his flushed cheeks and chest in the mirror. A sheen of sweat coated his glowing skin as he washed his hands.

He decided he'd shower in the morning, exhaustion coming over his firm body as he flicked the light off and navigated toward the bed in the darkness.

The buzz of his phone pulled him from his thoughts as he jumped from the mattress, stumbling over to his discarded pants on the carpet. He fished his phone out of the flimsy pocket, blinking at the message displayed on the screen. No way.

It was her.

"Hey, I watched the livestream and just wanted to let you know you were amazing! I'm sure you're in bed now, but maybe we can talk in the morning? Have a good sleep, Shawn."

He beamed, excitement coursing through his veins as his thumbs hovered over the keyboard, contemplating confessing his love right then and there.