Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis

Pix of Chris in his office.

Video: Mariah Carey ft. Brian McKnight - Whenever You Call

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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.

"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.

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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' 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 is." Shane gave a slight smile. "I catch him watching me all the time, it's 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 mocked.

"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 with the intention of dialing 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."

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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.

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