Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis

Pix of an angry Chris, rocking Shane's world in the car.

Video: Put It Down by Brandy ft. Chris Brown

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By the fourth day in the luxurious vacation home, Chris was ready to scream. First off, Shane had still not told him why they were vacationing in that house. Chris didn't want to come across as not wanting to spend time with Shane so he wasn't asking any questions. They seemed to be tiptoeing around each other as Shane was obviously refusing to open up and say why he was angry. And as if that wasn't stressful enough, Shane was spending too much time with Mario, who seemed to be smitten with Shane. What hot blooded gay man wouldn't be, Chris fumed. But the possibility that Shane also lusted after the obviously besotted chef made Chris want to tear something apart. Shit!

"Come on, we're going clubbing." Chris said abruptly on their fourth night.

"What?" Shane looked up in surprise.

"I said we're going to the club."

"You know I don't dance." Shane said.

"And who said clubbing is just for dancing?" Chris was moving towards the stairs. "We leave in thirty. I'll pick out something for you."

Shane groaned as he got up to follow Chris reluctantly. He might as well go with the flow, he thought. After all, they had nothing doing at home. He'd thought after a day or two with Chris, he could bring himself to talk things out with Chris. But he was still hurt and couldn't bring himself to talk much with Chris as he'd wanted to. Surprisingly, Chris had also refrained from talking about their obvious problems too. Well, maybe what they needed was some time away from the house, Shane thought. By the time they finished dressing up, Shane was so horny he wanted to scream. Chris looked totally hot in a tight red v-neck t-shirt, white jeans and black leather jacket. His classy black designer boots completed his classy look. Shane couldn't help but stare open-mouthed at Chris.

"What?" Chris looked at himself. "Is something wrong?"

Shane swallowed hard and turned to go. "Nothing's wrong." He responded hoarsely.

"Hey?" Chris called and watched as Shane turned around to face him.

Chris stared admiringly at Shane, feeling an intense heat within that had nothing to do with the weather. Shane was wearing grey jeans and a sexy white long-sleeved t-shirt, that had a grey zipper in front. The top fitted his ridiculously sexy body like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. His light brown six-inch leather boots completed his sexy look.

"Damn, you're hot." Chris said in that warm, raspy voice that never failed to make Shane hard.

Shane shrugged. "You picked it." He said in a voice he didn't even recognize as his own. Then he turned and left the room.

Chris stared at the door for a while, wishing he could simply drag Shane into bed and fuck his brains out. But he knew that, that wasn't the right time to go all caveman on his obviously still angry boyfriend. Chris prayed to all the angels for patience and willpower. Patience to be able to give Shane the space he obviously needed. And will power to...well, let no one say Chris Donovan was a rapist.

When Chris got downstairs, Shane was standing outside laughing softly with Mario, who was getting ready to leave for the day. Chris saw red. But he didn't react.

"Leaving, Mario?" Chris asked cheerfully as he took the car keys from Shane's hand. "Or you've been invited to tag along by your heartthrob here." And not waiting to listen to Mario's response, Chris turned towards where the car was parked, neither seeing the embarrassed blush on Mario's face nor the look of shock on Shane's.

Chris drove them to the club in Shane's sleek metallic red Mercedes-Benz S600 Pullman, which had been packed in the house for their use even before they'd landed, just as Shane had instructed. The car was big and macho, just perfect for two hunks. The club they went to was a classy one, which was frequented by equally classy patrons. The two men got corner seats in the VIP section which was well guarded, and watched as people had fun. The music wasn't too loud in the VIP section and the atmosphere was cozy and cool due to the air-conditioning pumping out of the walls and floors.

Chris excused himself to talk to some friends of his, leaving Shane to enjoy his drink and music. The club was charged. Shane saw about three obviously gay couples, having the time of their lives. One particular gay couple was dancing so sexily with each other, Shane couldn't help but admire them.

"Sure you don't wanna dance?" Chris leaned closer to Shane to ask over the sound of the music, as he sat down beside Shane.

"Positive." Shane said as he downed his glass of cognac and poured himself another shot.

Chris nodded and turned to wave at one of his friends, a sexy blonde who immediately sauntered over to their table. "Aren't you guys going to dance?" She asked, sitting down beside Chris. "Hello," She said, holding out her hand for Shane to shake. "I'm Joan."

"Shane." Shane said, accepting Joan's extended hand.

"Nice to meet you." She said loudly over the music. "Over there is my twin brother, John." She said, pointing to a sexy guy, talking to another guy. "We're childhood friends of Chris here." She informed Shane.

"I see." Shane grinned. He'd seen Chris speaking to those two earlier. "He must have been terrible as a child."

"He sure was." Joan laughed.

"Do you two mind not discussing me as if I wasn't here?" Chris growled. "Looks like John is making headway." Chris said, pointing at Joan's twin brother who seemed to be in a very deep conversation with the other man. "Think they're working it out or fighting?" Chris added when it looked like John's companion had suddenly gotten angry.

"Oh oh..." Joan looked at her brother with worried eyes. "Oh here he comes." She said when John abruptly stood up from where he sat beside his angry companion and made his way towards their table. "Oh honey, are you okay?" She asked, kissing her brother on the cheek.

"He's not ready to listen to reason. And I'm not ready to take any more of his crap. Do you wanna dance?" John asked his sister.

"No." Joan said. "These heels are killing me. "Dance with Chris. He didn't bring any date tonight and doesn't look like he's going to score any too." She laughed. "Maybe I'll join you guys later with Shane here."

"Sorry darling." Shane chuckled. "But I don't dance."

"Yeah? We'll see about that." Joan said and then turned to Chris. "Go on, guys. And make it good. Maybe Frank will get jealous and start reasoning up."

Chris turned to Shane. "Do you mind?" He asked softly.

"No. Go ahead." Shane said, leaning slightly forward to meet Chris halfway for a fleetingly quick kiss.

Joan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in surprise. "Oh my God!" She gasped. "Don't tell me... Chris Donovan, are you..."

"Meet my boyfriend, Joan." Chris muttered as he stood up and shrugged out of his jacket. "Now you have him all to yourself. Ask him anything you want to know." He pulled John up and drew him onto the dance floor.

"You must be fucking kidding me." Joan breathed, looking at Shane. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know."

"Don't worry about it." Shane chuckled.

"Okay, tell me..." Joan's eyes were alight with curiosity and excitement.

"Tell you what?" Shane asked with a raised brow.

"Everything. How you guys met. How all this started. Just tell me about the two of you because trust me, when that guy was fucking me some years ago, there was nothing gay about it."

"Oh boy!" Shane muttered.

On the dance floor, John was laughing his head off. "You know she's going to tell him you guys used to fuck, don't you?"

"I know. And I don't care. He shouldn't care either." Chris said with all confidence.

"Oooh... So we're there already huh?" John drawled just as 'Put It Down' by Brandy, ft. Chris Brown, started to play. "Let's see whether he'll care about this." He said naughtily as he turned around and began to rub his arse against Chris' crotch, suddenly turning their dance into an erotic one.

Back at the table, Shane's eyes widened so suddenly Joan automatically turned to look behind her and instantly burst into laughter. "You know it's all for Frank's benefit, don't you?" She asked when she turned back to Shane.

"I hope that's true." Shane muttered as he tossed back his drink and poured another.

"Trust me, it is." Joan insisted. "Whenever those two idiots have problems, good old jealousy never fails to bring them back together. My brother is obviously tired of talking so..."

"He's going for the kill." Shane concluded.

"Straight up." Joan said as she turned to look at the erotic gyrations of her brother and Chris. Almost everybody's eye was on them. It was so fucking hot. And when John started twerking, the whole VIP section virtually went up in an uproar. "Woooowwww!" Joan stood up and screamed.

Shane was not amused one bit. Chris and John's dance moves were so hot and steamy it was virtually like they were fucking on the dance floor. They danced, straining together, their bodies moving as if there were no clothes between them. What made matters even worse for Shane was that he felt every move of Chris' amazing body as though he were dancing with him and not somebody else. He was surprised, captivated and turned on, his cock abruptly and painfully hard. He groaned when he felt his erection pressing uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans. His precum soaked boxer briefs was not doing much to help either.

"Fuck!" Shane growled and stood up. He needed air. "Joan, tell him I'll be outside." Shane told Joan and left hurriedly.

Shane knew he needed to cool down, and fast. He also knew if he'd stayed inside the club one more second, watching Chris' body move so sensuously and suggestively, he would cream his pants. His cock ached real bad, his lips tingled with desire to move against Chris', and his fingers itched to touch Chris. They'd parked on the side of the building that housed the club and there was no one around to wonder why the hot gorgeous man was pacing beside his car instead of dancing inside the club. Shane took deep breaths, trying to calm down but it wasn't even working.

"Shane?" Chris called as he jogged towards Shane whilst shrugging into his jacket, questions in his eyes. "You oka...?"

But his words were cut off as Shane grabbed him by the lapel of his jacket and slammed him into the side of the car. "No, I'm not fucking okay." Shane growled just before he slammed his mouth on Chris' in a hard, fierce and violent kiss.

Chris couldn't have torn his mouth away from Shane's even if he'd wanted to. Shane devoured his mouth, pouring out all his pent-up hunger and frustrations into the kiss. There was nothing as delicious as Chris' mouth, Shane couldn't help but think as his senses reeled. He tasted blood but he didn't know whether it was his or Chris' and he sure as fuck didn't care. It felt like both men wanted to crawl into each other's skin. Chris turned them around and slammed Shane against the door and attacked his neck.

"Oh fuck." Shane moaned as he threw his head back, giving Chris better access. "Is this what you wanted from John?" He gasped, but knew even before the words left his mouth that they were the wrong thing to say.

Chris' head snapped up to stare at Shane, his eyes blazing with lust and anger. "Fuck you Shane. I should rather be asking you whether this," Chris gripped Shane's erection through his jeans, "is for me or Mario."

"What?" Shane gasped as fury flashed within his eyes.

"You heard me, Shane." Chris growled. "You think I don't see how you two look at each other? You wanna fuck each other so bad it's palpable." Chris' eyes blazed with anger. "What was the plan? To hire him so you can fuck him whilst giving me the silent treatment?"

"Are you for..." But Chris cut Shane off by slamming his mouth on his.

The kiss Chris gave Shane was punishing...there was nothing sensual about it. It was filled with pure lust and anger. Shane wanted to but couldn't tear his mouth away from Chris'. His pleasure-saturated brain just wouldn't allow it. Not when Chris was grinding so mindlessly into him, rubbing their erections together so pleasurably. Shane moaned into the kiss as he felt more precum dripping from his cock. He heard distantly as the remote on the car clicked, and opened his lust-filled eyes when he heard the back door of their ride open. Then Chris was pushing Shane into the backseat, on his knee, facing away from him. Chris followed Shane in and closed the door behind them.

"Gonna fuck you, Shane." Chris sounded raspy, hoarse and so fucking sexy, Shane moaned.

Then Chris reached around Shane and started unbuckling his belt, latching onto Shane's neck at the same time to suck so hard both men knew he was going to leave a mark.

"Oh fuck, Chris." Shane breathed, trembling with want. He'd never needed Chris so badly. Never wanted him deep inside him so desperately. He felt too damn empty. It had been far too long.

Chris pushed Shane's jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees, and then he dropped to his knees on the floorboard behind Shane. Chris stared lustfully at the exposed sexy arse before him as his hands went to his waistband, opening his fly and releasing his heavy, throbbing leaking cock. Then he reached up and pushed Shane forward till his cheek touched the seat, his hole deliciously exposed. Then Chris dove in, getting Shane wet and opened up. He didn't have lube on him so Chris gave that twitching rosette a good tongue bath.

"Oh just like that." Shane chanted, pushing back against that wicked tongue. And when he felt Chris penetrate him with two think fingers, Shane almost shot his load there and then. "Not gonna last, Chris." Shane almost sobbed. "Give me that cock. Please."

Chris didn't make him ask twice. He pulled Shane's knees off the seat and onto the floor of the spacious car so that Shane was bent over the edge of the seat...in front of Chris, with his hungry hole directly in line with Chris' pulsing cock.

"Brace yourself." Chris growled. He was all business.

Then with a foot and a knee firmly planted on the floorboard behind Shane, Chris slammed in...one hard stroke that shoved him deep...diving in to the hilt. Shane cried out in part pain, part pleasure and part satisfaction as he felt the burn of stretching inner muscles. He couldn't open wider because of the jeans around his knee so it was a really tight fit. The stretching was intense.... Damn good too. Chris' hips pulled back and Shane felt every inch of the withdrawal through the nerve-rich tissue. Fuck! He squeezed down, trying to keep Chris inside him, contracting his muscles around the turgid flesh of Chris' steely cock.

"Oh fuck!" Chris gasped in pleasure behind Shane as he momentarily lost every strength in his body and folded himself over Shane's back. "Stop squeezing me goddamnit! Otherwise this will be over before it even starts." He growled, lightly biting Shane on the neck, before moving back into an upright position.

Shane moaned uncontrollably and his body rocked as Chris began to fuck him hard and thoroughly. All the emotion that was pent up inside Chris was unleashed as he hammered into Shane relentlessly.

"Christ..." Shane was incoherent with bliss. The sensation of being filled by Chris, indescribable.

"Is this what you want?" Chris asked, his voice hoarse.

Shane was too far gone to take offence at that question. He could barely breathe let alone speak, the ecstasy he felt with having Chris inside him blowing his mind into space. All he was aware of was the intense sensations inside him that he never wanted to end.

"Please...just...fuck me Chris." Shane whimpered, ready to beg as ripples of pleasure fluttered through his body. He was totally under Chris' control. And he felt too good to care.

With a growl, Chris slammed into Shane with a desperate frantic rhythm that caused Shane to tremble with ecstasy. He cried out with sheer stupendous delight as the wide mushroomed head of Chris' cock massaged that bundle of nerves deep inside him that only Chris had ever reached. It felt fucking amazing. Shane didn't remember the last time he'd felt such exquisite pleasure. He couldn't believe he'd actually gone that long without Chris' cock filling him up.

"No one touches what's mine." Chris' rough voice reverberated through Shane as he thrust deep.

The possessive sensuality in Chris' voice sent Shane's blood humming. Hearing Chris' savage claim whilst he was so deep inside him, and Chris' groans of pleasure, sent shivers of delight through Shane. And when he felt his balls tighten up, he knew he couldn't stop the explosion that was searing him from within.

"Chris..." He sobbed, mindless with pleasure as he surrendered himself to the wickedly powerful ecstasy.

Chris pulled Shane up so that his back was flash against Chris' front. Then still pounding relentlessly into him, thrusting like a man possessed, Chris unzipped Shane's t-shirt, exposing his bare chest and taut nipples. Then Chris licked his fingers and took hold of one nipple between his forefinger and thumb and twisted it...hard. The pleasure...the pain...the sheer suddenness of that act, sent Shane over the edge. He threw his head back onto Chris' shoulder, coming so hard he saw dark spots. Shane couldn't cry out. His mouth opened in a soundless scream as he writhed against Chris, the relief dizzying...unquestionably, euphoric. Both men heard rather than saw the splash of cum as it hit against leather. And Shane kept coming as one orgasm rolled into another, releasing a shit load of cum onto the seat. It was rough, messy and sexy as fuck!

Chris held Shane's writhing body till he calmed down. Then he pulled out of Shane and tucked his still hard cock into his jeans, wincing in pain and discomfort. Chris fastened up his jeans and opened the door, leaving a spent Shane lying on the seat, his lungs still heaving for breath. Chris stepped outside and closed the door. Then he went round to the drivers' seat and got in. They didn't say a word to each other on the drive home. At a point, Chris heard Shane sit up and fix himself but he looked straight ahead.

Shane's mind was in turmoil. He'd noticed that Chris hadn't come. What did that mean, Shane wondered worriedly. Was Chris not turned on enough by him to come? Shane sat quietly in the backseat, watching Chris drive them towards his home. He couldn't go on like this, Shane thought miserably. They needed to talk. Just like him, Chris obviously had issues too. Why else had Chris pulled that stunt in LA? Shane told himself they were going to deal with whatever was on their minds that very night. It was almost two a.m. but there was no better time.

Immediately Chris turned off the engine, he got out of the car and headed inside, not waiting for Shane. Shane took his time, cleaning the seat with a tissue. He couldn't possibly leave his cum all over the seat could he? By the time he entered the house, there was no sign of Chris. But Shane had an idea where he was. When he opened the study door, Chris was standing there with his head in his hands.

"We need to talk." Shane said quietly, closing the door behind him.

"So talk." Chris rasped, turning to face Shane. "What the fuck have I done to you? I told you I'd done nothing with that girl at the hotel but you obviously didn't believe me. You didn't even acknowledge what I said. Is my word not enough, Shane? I thought you knew me better than that but obviously I was wrong. I mean how could you even think for a moment that I would be able to leave you?"

Shane really didn't think what he'd said during a nightmare, could be taken seriously but thought it unnecessary to interrupt Chris. He watched as Chris paced like a caged bull.

"I mean it was therapy." Chris continued. "I was in a dark place. I don't even know what made me say that but I expect you to know I couldn't possibly have done that. You're my fucking life. Murray understood where I was coming from. Well, I thought he did. So he should have told you that though I said I was gonna break up with you, I really didn't mean it."

"You what?" Shane whispered, going pale.

Chris paused and looked at Shane. "I'm talking about what Murray told you. That I wanted to break..." Chris took a closer look at Shane's face. "Oh God, he didn't tell you." He whispered, his heart doing a swan dive to the pit of his stomach.

Shane stared incredulously at Chris. There was a moment of stunned silence, during which Shane's face contorted with fury and pain...

Then he flipped!

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