Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis

Pix of Shane's elegant Study.

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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. Alow 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?

"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.

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