Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis

Pix of the candilicious Chris.

Video: Stay With Me by Sam Smith.

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Chris stretched and opened his eyes to Shane's amused eyes on him. "Hey." He murmured.

"Hey yourself." Shane grinned. "How'd you sleep?"

"Like a baby." Chris yawned. "Fuck, I need a shower. I feel so sticky."

"Why don't you hit the showers here?" Shane said, leaning down to peck Chris lightly on the lip. "I'll go get you something to eat." Shane rolled out of bed and turned towards the door.

"Hey Shane?" Chris called out as he got out of bed too.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you." Chris said, moving towards Shane, who promptly opened his arms to him. "Thanks for everything." Chris muttered with so much feeling against Shane's neck.

They hugged each other fiercely till Shane broke their embrace. "I love you." He whispered.

"Don't ever stop." Chris responded.

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By the time Chris came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, the bed had been made with fresh sheets and on it was his deodorant spray, boxer briefs, a grey sweatpants, a white t-shirt and a note on the pillow which said he should relax. Chris smiled at the note and dressed up. Then he turned on the forty-two inch LED television on the wall. He sat back and wondered what Shane was up to as he flicked through the channels.

Shane came into the room after a while, followed by Isabel, Jon's wife who took care of the house with her husband. Whilst Isabel pushed a trolley laden with assorted foods which smelt so good Chris' stomach growled, Shane held a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. He'd obviously taken a shower too as he now wore cargo shorts and a t-shirt. And as usual, Shane looked hot. Chris tore him eyes off his man with difficulty and focused on the food.

"Wow." Chris breathed. "That's a lot of food. Hello Isabel. Thanks so much for the food. I'm famished." He laughed too as Isabel began to laugh.

"That's all Chef Mario." She said, arranging the food on the table in the room. "He's simply the best."

Chris' eyes went to Shane's at Isabel's comment. He saw the amused smirk on Shane's face and flipped him off, making Shane burst into laughter.

"Thank you Isabel." Shane chuckled. "Please leave the trolley." He added when Isabel started to pull the trolley away. "Come on let's eat." He said to Chris as he opened the bottle of wine.

They enjoyed their meal, happily reminiscing about the fun they'd had in the house all those years ago. During their earlier tour of the house, they had both remembered but hadn't said much due to the tension between them. Now they reminisced and laughed whilst enjoying their meal. At a point, Chris had laughed so hard he'd began to choke, scaring he bejesus out of Shane. Shane was by his side in an instant, pushing a glass of water against his lips.

"Drink." He watched as Chris drank the water. "You okay?" Shane asked with concern.

"I'm fine." Chris said, clearing his throat. "Damn, we had some real good times in this house."

"We sure did." Shane said as he went back to his seat.

"And I enjoyed it more because you were here, Shane." Chris added quietly, watching as Shane smiled that smile that never ceased to make his heart pound faster.

"I'm sorry for what I did to ruin it."

"We've already been over that, Chris." Shane said softly. "I know how sorry you are. For what it's worth, I'm sorry too."

"For what?" Chris asked looking curious.

"Well...for blowing your mind too early I guess." He drawled.

There was a moment of silence. Then both men erupted into laughter. "You are nuts." Chris said in between laughter. "But seriously, that is hands down my highest mind-blowing experience ever." Chris groaned with a slow shake of his head. He had a faraway look in his eyes, an indication that he was recalling what went down between them all that time ago.

"Really?" Shane asked, sounding incredulous. "After all the sinful things we've done to each other's bodies, that still remain your highest?"

"Just the thought of it never ceases to make me hard." Chris groaned, pushing his chair back and getting to his feet. And the obscene tent at his groin left little to the imagination. "See what I mean?" Chris husked as he threw a leg across Shane's thigh and straddled him. Then he coiled his arms around Shane's neck and leaned in to take his mouth in a kiss so hot they both trembled.

Shane eventually broke off the kiss. "What are you doing?" He whispered, looking into Chris' lust-laden eyes with his own dazed ones.

For a second, Chris looked surprised at the question, then he smiled and kissed Shane again, rocking his arse on the unmistakable hardness he felt beneath his arse. "What does it look like I'm doing?" Chris whispered against Shane's wet and swollen lips. "Trying to get the love of my life to blow my mind again." He murmured, grinding his hard-on against Shane, his sweats already wet with his precum.

"Think I can still blow your mind?" Shane asked, leaning back with an amused look in his aroused eyes. "Didn't look that way to me yesterday."

"What do you mean?" Chris asked with a slight frown, still grinding against Shane.

"Stop that." Shane held Chris hips to stop his cum-inducing movement. "You gave me one of the greatest fucks of my life, and didn't even orgasm." All the amusement had vanished from Shane's eyes at that point. "What the fuck was that?"

Silence hung between them. Chris' eyes were widened in bewilderment. His face was still flushed with arousal, his sexily swollen lips parted in stunned guilt. Shane thought Chris had never looked sexier. A myriad of emotions flashed across Chris' face. The full meaning of what he'd done...or hadn't allowed himself to do finally hitting him.

"Shane, I was angry and...I had so much on my chest and...I wanted to...I needed to hear what was on your mind...why you had shut me out...I wanted to...Fuck, I'm sorry....I was tied up in knots inside...God, Shane I just couldn't come. I wanted to, God knows how much I wanted to but..."

"You look so cute and sexy when you're wrong," Shane muttered and kissed Chris. "And flustered." Another kiss. "And I'm going to enjoy watching you squirm because I'm not going to get you off anytime soon." A longer kiss.

"Ow come on Shane." Chris groaned against Shane's mouth. "I said I was sorry." He whimpered.

"Well, saying sorry is not going to get you out of this one." Shane said, getting to his feet with his arms tightly around Chris' waist to ensure he didn't fall down. "That was the greatest insult you could have given me, Chris." He gave him a quick kiss and leaned his forehead against Chris'. "And I'm not going to let you off the hook easily."

Chris' hands went to the sides of Shane's head to hold him when Shane made to move away from him. "I'm sorry, Shane." He whispered. "So sorry." The remorse in Chris' voice was so palpable it could have been cut with a knife.

"Still not letting you off the hook." Shane murmured.

"I don't care." Chris answered quickly. "I deserve whatever punishment you want to give me. Just know that I'm very sorry for what I did."

"Apology accepted." Shane grinned.

"And the punishment?" Chris asked with his fingers crossed on both sides of Shane's

face. Shane didn't miss it.

"Didn't you just say you deserve whatever punish..."

"Damn!" Chris swore. "I had to try." He laughed softly and kissed Shane soundly. "One more thing Shane."

"Lay it on me." Shane said, tightening his hold on Chris.

"Please don't shut me out when we have problems." Chris said quietly. "It kills me."

"You started it." Shane murmured. "Does the name Four Seasons ring a bell?" There was an amused twinkle in Shane's eyes.

"Ouch!" Chris couldn't mask the hurt that flashed in his eyes.

"Hey, don't mind me." Shane bumped their foreheads together. "I was out of line for

keeping things bottled in and I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"Thanks." Chris' voice was barely above a whisper.

"And I expect the same from you." Shane added. "Chris, no matter what the problem is, I expect us to be able to talk about it. When I had problems in the initial stages of therapy, you were there to help me through it because I told you about it."

"Yeah. After going MIA and making me abandon my business partners." Chris drawled.

"But I still told you about it and you helped." Shane said urgently. "That's how it's supposed to be. I gave you the silent treatment because I was so angry and hurt I dreaded what would come out of my mouth if I'd opened it."

"But you didn't have any trouble opening it to Mario." Chris muttered, making Shane give a deep sigh.

"I'm not in love with him. Neither had he ripped my heart out with his actions." Shane said quietly.

"I know." Chris smiled. "I promise to open up whenever I have problems."

"You've promised before." Shane growled.

"I'll try harder to do that this time. Hell, I'll even tell you when I can't find my stapler at work." He laughed.

"You have your secretary for that, asshole. Now move. I have to pack this stuff off the table, Chris." Shane muttered against Chris' lips, drawing a whimper of protest from Chris.

"Really?"

"Really." Shane laughed, reaching for the trolley. "I have a surprise for you."

"Then I'm going to help." Chris grinned and began packing the plates.

Isabel followed Shane into the room to clean the table when Shane came back from wheeling the trolley to the kitchen. He brought a bottle of Hennessey for him and Chris which he opened whilst Isabel worked. When she left, Shane motioned for Chris to join him on the carpet as he poured shots into their glasses. Shane picked up his glass and downed the content at a go and poured himself another. Chris raised an eyebrow at that but did same.

"Ready?" Shane rasped, but Chris merely shrugged, looking curious. Then Shane brought out the box of dominos from under the bed.

"Fuck!" Chris whispered. "How did you...it was in the safe..."

"I took it when I went to get the keys." Shane said smugly.

"But how..." Chris looked shocked.

"You mean how did I know the password? N.I.C.K.? Dude, I got it on just the first

try."

Chris moved so fast Shane didn't see him coming. He slammed his mouth on Shane's and kissed the living daylights out of him. When they eventually came up for a much needed air, Chris scattered kisses all over Shane's face.

"What was that for?" Shane gasped.

"I love you." Chris simply hugged Shane, sighing with contentment when Shane wrapped his arms around him and hugged him back. "I love you so much it hurts sometimes."

"The feeling is mutual, baby." Shane muttered. "Ready to get your arse kicked?" He grinned.

"You sure the playing field is level?" Chris whispered against Shane's lips. "Seeing as one of us has a double PHD and an IQ of...what was it again? A hundred and..."

"Shut up." Shane burst into laughter. "I'm so sorry about that. I was so blinded by anger what I was saying made a lot of sense at the time. Now it sounds plain stupid."

"Well, I don't need some test to know my man is brilliant. I knew even when we were kids. Hell, I taught you how to play this goddamn game but you whipped my arse all the fucking time." Chris groaned.

"Scared I'm going to whip your arse again?" Shane teased.

Chris gave Shane a smoldering look from beneath his lashed. "You can do whatever you want with my arse, baby. I'm never gonna complain." Then they were kissing again.

"Fuck." Shane growled as he tore his mouth away from Chris'. "Trying to get out of the punishment I see." His breath came out in pants.

"Is it working?" Chris whimpered, burying his face in Shane's neck and sucking up a mark on his sensitive flesh. 

Shane shivered. "Hell yeah." He husked. "But the fact still remains that you emasculated me by doing that. And you have to pay." Shane said with a devilishly mischievous look in his eyes.

"Jerk." Chris muttered and moved off Shane to sit on the carpet. He opened the box of dominos and looked up into his boyfriend's laughing eyes, challengingly. "It's on!"

And just as they used to do all those years ago...in the same room...on the same spot, they played for hours, both so engrossed in the game it was as if they were kids again. When Isabel knocked on the door and asked them whether they were ready to eat supper, both men were shocked it was that late already. After eating dinner in the room, Shane and Chris cuddled up in bed and watched TV for a while, and then went back to the dominos. Around midnight, they slotted in the movie, 'Endless Love', which they had been watching on that fateful night. Though both men had finally watched the full movie at a point in their lives, they watched it again but this time, together as they never got to finish watching it that night. Chris cried, not because of the sweetness of the movie, but because of what he'd done during the movie all those years ago. Shane held him, rocking him gently, allowing him to cry it out. And Chris felt drained but a whole lot better afterwards.

"I love you." Chris whispered as he drifted off to sleep after the movie.

"I know. And I love you right back." Shane whispered back.

For the next five days, Chris and Shane had eyes for nothing and no one but each other. It virtually felt as though they were on a honeymoon. They talked about everything, got to really know each other, caught up on every relevant thing they'd missed in each other's lives for all those years they'd spent apart. There were things they learnt about each other that surprised them. They felt closer to each other, freer with each other, totally in sync with each other, and as strangely as it seemed to both of them, they fell even more in love. And they didn't even have sex.

"I'm really not looking forward to going back to all that...noise and work." Chris murmured, playing with the hairs around Shane's nipple.

"Hmm..." Shane hummed in answer to what Chris said. Then a soft sound escaped him. "I...I back...work."

They were sitting on the patio outside, taking in the wonderful scenery, with Shane's head in Chris' lap. Ignoring his protests, Chris had undone the top buttons on Shane's shirt and stuck his hand in there to play with his nipples, and it was driving Shane crazy. From the naughty smile on Chris' face, Shane knew Chris was very much aware of the effect what he was doing was having on him and was enjoying watching him squirm. Fuck!

"I didn't catch what you said." Chris murmured, turning his head to look at the outline of Shane's hardness against his thigh, trapped inside his jeans. It looked painfully hard and mouthwateringly sexy as fuck.

"Fuck you." Shane laughed softly and groaned when he felt Chris' fingers begin to rub his hardness through his jeans. "Oh God, Chris..." Shane breathed.

Chris leaned down and took Shane's mouth in a kiss so soft and sensual it blew Shane's mind. As they kissed, Chris unzipped Shane and slipped his hand inside to stroke his hard leaking cock. Shane moaned into the kiss and his hips jerked as he fucked himself into Chris' hand. He wanted Chris so bad it was driving him insane. Then...

"Damn, I really feel like a swim." Chris broke off the kiss and murmured against Shane's lips. "Come on, you'll love it." Chris zipped Shane up and pushed him up.

Shane looked like he was going to combust with frustration. But Chris was already up and heading into the house. That was supposed to be his fucking role, Shane thought frustrated. Since pronouncing a 'no orgasm' punishment on Chris, Shane had never passed an opportunity to tease Chris ruthlessly. When Chris least expected it, Shane would strike...touch him, fondle him, get him close to release, and then leave him on the brink. Shane did that a number of times in a day and it always drove Chris crazy. Once, he'd actually woken Chris with his hot mouth on his dick. Chris had gotten so into it that when Shane had abruptly gotten off his cock, preventing his release, Chris had rained curses on him. Shane still smiled whenever he remembered that morning. And that was how it had been for their past five days of relaxed bliss. But arousing Chris never failed to arouse Shane himself. Though sometimes it was difficult for Shane to pull back since he wanted Chris so badly too, Chris' reaction after each teasing was always worth Shane's own blue balls. But at that moment, Shane couldn't help but feel that Chris was now turning the tables on him. Fuck!

Chris was inside the house for a while. When he finally came back out in his swim trunks, Shane was still sitting where he'd left him.

"Hey, I brought you swim shorts." Chris threw the shorts to Shane and started moving towards the sea. "Would have loved to go skinny-dipping but wouldn't wanna scandalize Isabel as I don't know the time she and Jon will get back." Chris threw over his shoulders.

That whole stretch around the house was private property so Chris could have comfortably decided to go skinny dipping.

Shane turned to look at Chris then and gasped. He wasn't at all prepared for what he saw. Chris was in a baby-blue short, low waist, body hugging swim trunks that had Shane salivating and getting short of breath. And his arse in that sexy trunk was out of this world. Though Shane would have loved to see Chris bared-arsed, that sexy butt in the equally sexy swim trunks was even hotter.

"Shit." Shane breathed as he stood and headed for the changing room.

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