Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis

Pix of the sexy Shane, crouching against a wall, on the side.

Video: 'Dont let me go' by Westlife.

Enjoy!

***

Chris stretched and tried to open his eyes. Fuck, he felt like he'd been hit by a truck. What the fuck happened, he wondered as he finally opened his eyes.

"Oh fuck." He groaned, holding his head. "A fucking hangover." He muttered to himself, willing his headache away. Chris looked around the huge room, immediately knowing where he was, and wondering how he'd gotten to his father's room in Florida. Oh fuck, Aaron hadn't been joking. Shane had really brought him here. "Shit!" He muttered just as he felt his stomach heave.

Chris rolled off the bed and rushed into the bathroom just in time to empty his virtually empty stomach. If only he had some food in his stomach, he wouldn't be heaving mere air which was more painful, Chris thought, angry at himself. He heard footsteps behind him and turned around to see Shane standing behind him. Trust Shane to look hot whilst he felt so shitty, Chris couldn't help thinking. Shane was wearing a black tank top that stuck to his sexy body like a second skin, on blue jeans and black boots. He looked totally delicious.

"Excuse me, will you?" Chris rasped sourly as he tried to bring his harsh breathing under control.

Chris heard Shane leave he bathroom and turned to look at the door with a look of surprise. To think Shane actually left simply because he'd asked him to, Chris fumed, getting to his feet. He flushed and then went to brush his teeth, wincing at his bloodshot eyes staring back at him through the mirror. He'd really done it this time. Chris raised his eyes to watch Shane in the mirror when he heard him enter the bathroom again.

"Take two tablets." Shane said quietly beside Chris. "Michael says it will help. I'll be outside." With that, he turned and left the bathroom.

Chris turned to watch the doorway, willing Shane to come back but he heard the bedroom door close and knew Shane had left the room. That was so unlike Shane, Chris thought. With a sigh, he rinsed his mouth and took two tablets as Shane had instructed. Then he had a very long shower, allowing the water to sooth him. When he went back into the room after his long shower, Chris saw a mug of hot black coffee that Shane had obviously left for him on the bedside table, and drank it gratefully. Their clothes had already been arranged in the huge walk-in-closet. Shane had obviously been very busy. He was also obviously angry at him. Probably because he'd drunk so much, Shane guessed. Hell, he couldn't even remember how he'd gotten to Florida. Shane's anger was definitely not misplaced, Chris winced. But he couldn't stop the smile that widened his mouth as he dressed in black jeans and a grey polo shirt that he knew he looked good in. Time to turn on the charm...time to get Shane to forgive...

"Oh fuck!" Chris' eyes widened, suddenly remembering what had really happened. Shane had seen him with Peaches and assumed the worst. "Shit." Shane had actually believed he could cheat on him. "The idiot." He breathed, feeling all the hurt he'd felt the day before resurface. How dare Shane think that low of him?

Chris pulled on loafers and headed out. He found Shane outside, crouching against a wall, eyes fixed unseeingly on his covered chopper...obviously lost in thought. He stood up when he saw Chris, who then went to stand beside Shane, his hands stuck deep in his back pocket. Both men looked tense and lost in thought as they stood, taking in the beautiful beach view and the spectacular scenery around them in silence.

"I see you carried me again." Chris muttered, breaking the silence.

Shane shrugged, not turning to look at Chris. "You were not in the position to walk." His voice was devoid of emotion.

Both men stood quietly for a moment till again, Chris broke the silence. "I had sex with her three years ago, Shane."

Shane remained quiet for so long Chris thought he hadn't heard him. "Okay." He finally responded. He didn't have to ask Chris what he was talking about.

"I've never had sex with her again since then." Chris continued. "And I was shocked you would think I could do that to you. To us. That hurt, Shane. A lot."

Shane turned to look at Chris for a moment, and then went back to watching the jet. Chris couldn't stand the aching silence. He wanted Shane to talk, to shout, to scream at him...anything but the silent treatment. Chris wanted his Shane back. And he sure as hell wanted to devour those sexy lips. Of a truth, he suddenly needed that mouth like he needed air. But he didn't know how to take what he needed from the distant Shane beside him. And it was killing Chris. He turned to face Shane.

"Can I kiss you?" Chris breathed.

Shane turned his head to look at Chris. When had he ever had to ask him permission to kiss him, Shane wondered. "No." Shane said and abruptly turned to go back into the house.

Shane didn't trust himself to be around Chris at that very moment. Had he really asked for a kiss? Seriously? Did the guy remember what he'd done? Much as Shane was all for fixing things between himself and Chris, he really wasn't in the mood to deal with Chris. Maybe in a day or two, he would be ready to sit and talk to Chris but not that very moment. The fact that Chris hadn't slept with that girl didn't mean Shane could forget about all the other stuff.

He'd also gone through therapy with the same doctor but he hadn't shut Chris out, had he? Neither had he behaved irrationally towards Chris. And he definitely hadn't lied to Chris and gone off to hang out with some chic in some hotel and drank his life away. And he sure as fuck wasn't going to allow Chris to simply sweep everything under a carpet and act as though everything was alright. Because it sure as hell wasn't.

Shane went to check on the chef to know how soon lunch would be ready since he wanted Chris to eat something. He definitely wasn't going to allow Chris to starve himself and live on booze on his watch. Shane was standing in the kitchen he remembered so well, talking to Chef Mario when he heard Chris come in. He didn't turn to look at him but continued to talk to the chef. The next thing Shane knew, Chris was turning him around to face him, cupping his cheeks in his palms and slanting his mouth over his. Shane went very still. He neither pushed Chris away nor responded to the kiss. Not responding to that kiss was the hardest thing Shane had ever done because everything within him was screaming for him to. He just wanted to melt against Chris, give himself up to the pleasure, allow Chris to make the pain go away...blow his mind like he always did...but Shane just couldn't bring himself to give in. Not when he was still so angry at Chris. But there was one vital fact Shane seemed to have forgotten... Who he was dealing with!

When he felt Chris' hot tongue asking for entrance, Shane didn't open up. He was determined not to. Then he felt Chris' hand at the back of his head, holding him to the kiss, and his other hand on the small of his back, rubbing lightly on that spot that always drove Shane crazy. Shane moaned uncontrollable, instantly losing the battle. Chris' tongue slipped into his mouth, deepening the kiss, claiming Shane's mouth with a wild hunger. And when that wicked tongue stroked the roof of Shane's mouth, he almost creamed his pants right there in the kitchen, with Chef Mario looking on. At that point, Shane didn't care a hoot that they had an audience. All that mattered was Chris' mouth on his. Just as Shane started pushing deeper into Chris, wanting more of that sweet heaven, Chris pulled back, breaking the kiss. It was all Shane could do not to cry out in frustration. He looked at Chris with eyes glazed with arousal and frustration, his lips feeling achy and swollen.

"Don't look at me like that." Chris whispered huskily. Then he turned to look at the chef who actually looked...totally affected. Great, Chris almost muttered. "Hi. I'm Chris." He stretched forth his hand to shake Mario's damp and trembling hand.

"Mario." The chef squeaked.

"Dude, you okay?" Chris asked.

"I'm very fine, Sir." He responded.

"This gonna be a problem?" Chris flicked his forefinger between him and Shane.

"What?" Mario breathed with an incredulous look. "No, no. Just do your thing whenever you want to. Don't mind me." He gave a strained laugh.

"Good." Chris gave a slight nod and turned to leave the kitchen.

Shane cleared his throat and stared at Mario, who stared back. "Err...how long do you think..."

"Thirty minutes." Mario said quickly. "Like I said, I started preparing something when you guys didn't take breakfast so..."

"Thanks." Shane said and turned to leave the kitchen. "Chris?" He bellowed. Shane was pissed. Instinctively he knew Chris would be in his father's study. Shane opened the door and almost had a heart attack. Chris sat behind the desk with a gun in his hand. "Chris..." Shane breathed.

Chris looked up at Shane and frowned at the terrified look in Shane's eyes. "What?" Then he saw the direction of Shane's eyes. "Oh, whatever you're thinking, don't." Chris opened the drawer and placed the gun back in. "I was merely going through the drawers." Chris stood up and walked towards a still shaken Shane. "Hey, relax." He grinned. "You're not getting rid of me that easily." Chris turned and went back to opening cabinets and drawers.

"I told you to be careful with kissing me in front of people." Shane muttered. "See what happened back there?"

"What exactly happened?" Chris raised an eyebrow. "Besides, what I remember you saying was not to kiss you in public. That was just one person...in my kitchen." Mirth danced in Chris' eyes. Then he pointed a thumb at the door. "Is it my fault Chef Mario decided to get hot and bothered instead of irritated? How was I to know the team he plays..."

"And that's exactly why you shouldn't have done that in front of him." Shane snapped.

"I don't exactly recall you pushing me away, Shane." Chris watched as Shane's eyes widened with incredulity. "Why exactly are you angry again?" Chris purred, turning to walk towards Shane. "Is someone frustrated because I stopped when I did?" He was now in front of Shane. "Do you want me to continue where I left off?" He husked and reached up to rub his thumb across Shane's lower lip. "All you need to do is ask baby." Chris whispered, leaning forward to take Shane's lower lip between his teeth. Then he flicked his tongue against the captured lip, smirking when a moan rumbled within Shane's chest.

Shane tore his lips away and shook his head to clear the lustful haze he was under. "You're a jerk." He muttered and left the study.

Shane was angry. At himself. Didn't he have any pride at all? All Chris had to do was touch him and nothing else mattered apart from Chris. They'd gone almost two weeks without sex and that, in their relationship, was unheard of. He needed Chris so bad he could taste it. And Chris taunting him with his obvious sexual frustration wasn't helping matters. Shane was so horny, it wasn't funny.

But he needed an explanation from Chris before any form of reconciliation could take place between them. He wanted Chris to explain his recent behavior. He needed to know what drove him to that. He needed Chris to help him understand. He wanted an apology from Chris for his lies and the pain he'd caused him. He did believe what Chris had said about not fucking that girl, but what about telling him he was sleeping at home when he was rather in a hotel? Was that too much to ask?

Lunch was a quiet affair. The food was delicious and Chris didn't hesitate to let Mario know. "Oh damn." He'd moaned around his very first bite, his eyes closing in pleasure. "This is so fucking good." Chris opened his eyes and looked at a blushing Mario. "This is pure heaven, Chef."

"Thank you, Sir." Mario beamed.

"Chris." Chris corrected automatically.

The rest of the meal was eaten in silence. After lunch, Jon, the caretaker, took Chris and Shane around the house, pointing out the renovations that had taken place. The whole house looked tastefully elegant. It was actually bigger and even more beautiful than both Chris and Shane remembered. Though Chris never came there, he always made sure the house was kept in a great shape. It was a beautiful house. Shane and Chris went round the house, both remembering all the fun they'd had in there all those years ago. Swimming in the huge wonderfully heated pool, running around on the sea shore, building sand castles and picking up shells, taking long walks into the woods and simply having fun. They loved to pretend they were in their own private paradise. Just silently recalling the fun they'd had brought smiles to both Chris and Shane's faces but neither said much. By some silent mutual agreement, they stayed away from Chris' childhood bedroom, neither man ready to face whatever demons lay beyond that door. They watched TV for a while, ate supper and retired to the master bedroom.

Shane took off his shoes and sat on the bed in his jeans and tank top, to watch soccer. He couldn't keep his eyes on the TV though. Not when Chris chose to strip down to his boxers and do some press-ups right there in the room. God, he was beautiful. Shane couldn't help but wonder whether Chris was deliberately trying to tease him or whether it was all innocent. Chris knew the effect his body had on him so it must be deliberate, Shane concluded. Even wild horses wouldn't have succeeded in tearing his gaze off Chris. The guy's body was so hot it belonged in the fucking underwear modeling pages. Shane was so hard he didn't want to move for fear of triggering a release, which he knew he wouldn't be able to conceal from the man who was the cause. His breath came out heavily and he felt his precum spill out as he watched Chris do crunches. Fuck, he was a god. When Chris suddenly turned, caught Shane's eye and gave him a slow sexy wink, Shane almost shot his load.

"Fuck." Shane growled and stood up abruptly, heading towards the bathroom.

Chris watched Shane close the bathroom door behind him and shook his head in bemusement. He really didn't know why Shane was pissed off at him. He felt he should rather be the one angry. He'd pointed Shane's mistake out to him about judging him wrongly and what did Shane do? Nothing. Not even an apology. Not even a fucking acknowledgement. He'd agreed to leave his job and come on a trip to a place that terrified him even though Shane hadn't had the courtesy to ask himself anyway. And what did he get for his effort? The silent treatment. Chris wondered what Shane's problem was. Was it because he'd decided to sleep in the hotel instead of home? What was the big deal with that? He'd needed space to think.

"And that's why I don't do relationships." Chris muttered to himself.

He just couldn't deal with situations such as the one he found himself in with Shane. Trying to understand Shane was taking its toll on Chris. Or could it be that Murray had told Shane about his decision to break things off with him? Was that why Shane was so pissed? That had seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Granted, he'd been insufferable in the past few weeks but Shane didn't have to hold that against him. If he'd been a better man, he would've walked away from Shane to ensure he never hurt Shane again. But he was a selfish asshole. He wanted Shane in his life and that was nonnegotiable. Why couldn't Shane talk to him? Why keep all that anger bottled up? Well, two could play that game, Chris thought with a frown. It had been Shane's idea to come on the trip and therefore it was up to Shane how the whole trip played out. If Shane wanted them to silently tip toe around each other for their entire say in Florida, so be it. Whenever Shane was ready to talk, they would talk, Chris decided with a sigh. He planned on keeping his cool till Shane came back to his senses.

***

Shane took a quick cold shower and came back to bed in boxer briefs. This time, to sleep as he'd virtually not slept a wink the night before. By the time Chris came back from his own shower in all his naked glory, Shane was fast asleep. Chris wasn't feeling sleepy due to all that sleep he'd been doing since the day before so he watched two soccer matches on TV, before stretching out on the bed. Much as he wanted to cuddle up against Shane, Chris knew he would probably end up fucking his angry boyfriend in his sleep if he touched him. He wanted Shane so bad, wanted to lose himself in him, and hated that he couldn't. Couldn't pull his sexy body under his and sink into it and forget all their problems. So Chris pressed a gentle kiss to Shane's forehead and turned over to sleep. But just as he was about to close his eyes, the whimpering started, and then they became anguished cries.

"Oh my God, Shane." Chris muttered as he tried to shake Shane awake. Shane hadn't had a nightmare since the last one Chris had witnessed it. "Wake up baby." Chris sounded desperate. Especially so as Shane's cries, this time, were all pleas...pleas for Chris not to leave him.

By the time Shane snapped out of the nightmare, his face was wet not only with sweat but tears too. He couldn't...wouldn't meet Chris' eye. Shoving the tangled sheet around his legs off, Shane stumbled out of bed and headed for the bathroom, the feeling of terror inside making him nauseous.

"Shane..." Chris got out of bed too and started after Shane.

"Sorry about that." Shane grumbled tensely. "Please go back to bed." And with that, Shane locked himself in the bathroom launching to the toilet bowl just in time to empty the contents of his stomach.

When the heaves finally subsided, Shane went to stand under the shower and placed his palms flat against the cool tile. He allowed the pounding jets of cold water to hit him, willing the water to wash away his lingering fear. He'd never felt so much humiliation as he felt that very moment. Not even the first time Chris had witnessed his shame had he felt such utter humiliation. Shame stepped out of the shower almost an hour later. When he entered the room, Chris was sitting in bed, waiting for him. He climbed into bed and drew up the covers.

"Shane, are you okay?" Chris asked softly.

"I'm fine. Thanks." Came Shane's quiet response.

"Listen..."

"Chris, please don't strip away the little pride I'm managing to hold on to." Shane rasped, sounding wretched. "Please. Just let me be. I'm begging you."

Those words cut Chris so deep, he gasped. Was that how low their relationship had sunk? Was Shane feeling so much humiliation he was actually begging him to...leave him some pride. Were they not supposed to be each other's backbone? What the fuck happened to them? Chris felt a physical pain inside his chest. Now he knew for sure that Murray had told Shane about his stupid break-up crap. Why else would Shane have such a nightmare?

"Sleep, Chris." Chris heard Shane say softly from beneath the covers and stretched out on the bed again.

"Can I hold you, please?" Chris' voice was barely a whisper. Shane remained tense and quiet for a moment. Then he moved back against Chris so that they spooned against each other, with Shane's back to the front of Chris and Chris' arms around Shane's waist. There was nothing sexual about their closeness. "I love you." Chris whispered, refusing to get worried when he didn't receive any response though he knew Shane had heard him perfectly. Chris knew that it was crucial for Shane to hear those words from him that very moment, more than any other time. And Chris did just that. He always made sure he said those words to Shane every single day, just as he'd promised to do. Whenever they were apart, Chris would call or send a text before he slept, to tell Shane he loved him. He hadn't told him the day before though. "Sorry I didn't tell you yesterday." Chris murmured. Suddenly, it didn't matter who was right or wrong. And it certainly didn't matter that Chris had resolved to wait till Shane made the first move. "I acted like a jerk and I'm sorry."

Though Shane didn't utter a word, Chris felt better...lighter.

The next day, things seemed to be a little less tense between Shane and Chris. They took strolls around the beautiful property, enjoying the lovely weather and generally hanging out. Chris wanted to bring up Shane's nightmare...reassure Shane that he wasn't going to leave him. But he wanted to respect Shane's wishes and not bring it up...at least not so soon after what Shane obviously felt was a humiliation. Though the two men spent time together, there was still some distance between them. Chris noticed that Shane was chatting more and more with Mario and that pissed the hell out of him but there was nothing he could do about it. That evening in bed, Chris pulled Shane into his arms despite Shane's objections, which sounded feeble even to his own ears.

"Shut up, Shane." Chris muttered, pressing a kiss on Shane's neck. "You're my obsession. Never forget that."

Again, Shane didn't respond. And again, Chris didn't give a flying fuck. Within a short time, their breathing evened out as they both drifted off.

***

Please don't forget to vote, comment, critique and follow.

Cheers!