Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis

Pix of the yummilicious Aaron (Kevin Zegers), on the side.

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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.

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"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 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." Chris 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!

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