Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis

Video: 'Stay With Me' by Sam Smith

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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.

"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. He faltered in his movement momentarily, totally hypnotized by Shane.It felt so good, every muscle in Chris' body was taut, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

"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.

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