Chapter 15 #2
Shane pulled me up and removed my shirt before devouring my mouth again. His lips moved along my jaw, stopping for nibbles and licks along the way. With more force than I would have expected from him, he tugged my too-long hair, angling my neck to the side as he did.
Licking a heated path to right below my earlobe, he leaned in and whispered, “You taste so fucking good.” He groaned against the outer shell of my ear, causing me to shiver in delight. In that moment, I wasn’t capable of more than a low “hmmm” in response.
He lowered me to the bed once more and ran his fingers down my rib cage.
Teasing my nipples with his tongue as he licked a hot path down the center of my stomach made me writhe in pleasure.
Our eyes met as he worked his way lower.
I lifted my hips and he dragged my pants off with painstaking slowness.
He got rid of his own pants much more quickly.
When he wrapped his strong hands around my dick, I pushed up into his hand, instinctually.
“Your hand…fuck, Shane. It feels so good.” We stared at each other as he slowly, but firmly, jerked my cock.
When his thumb rubbed over the tip, spreading the bead of moisture around, his name fell from my mouth in a curse.
He wasted no time taking me deep into his throat, over and over, until I felt like I was going to explode. “I want you,” he panted as he worked his tongue up and down my cock. “I want all of you.”
My body was on fire as jolts of pleasure raced everywhere.
In one swift move, Shane pushed me onto my side.
He moved in front of me, hooking my left leg over his hip.
His finger trailed down my spine, and teased the crack of my ass.
Our eyes locked once again as he grabbed my leg and pushed it higher, exposing more of where he wanted to go.
“All. Of. You.” His words came out in short, raspy puffs of breath.
We’d both worked ourselves up into such a frenzy, I don’t think either of us could even see straight.
“Are you sure?” I don’t know why I asked, because if he’d said no, I didn’t know if I’d recover.
He lightly grazed his fingertip over the puckered skin, prodded softly, not intending to penetrate. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. I’ve never been more ready, either.” There was no way to deny the truth that vibrated in his words, the passion that shone in his eyes.
He covered my mouth with his, tenderly this time. Our tongues moved against one another in a velvety slide that made my erection bulge and pulse against his stomach. Wrapping my hand around him, I groaned against his lips, “I want all of you, too.”
“I’m yours.” He leaned his forehead against mine, a quick look of uncertainty passing between us.
A touch of awkwardness filled the room. It was an awkwardness born not out of what we were about to do.
No, the unease was more about talking about who would top and who would bottom.
Not having gotten to this point before today, it wasn’t something we had ever talked about.
Before I could ask “how”, Shane rolled us so that he was underneath me and I was wrapped in his arms. “I want you to take me.” He held my face in both of his hands, his eyes staring somewhere deep into me.
“I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you.
You’ve given me a piece of myself I didn’t even know was there.
I knew it existed, but I just didn’t know how to let it.
I can’t ever repay that. But I can give you me.
I can give you all of me because that’s all I have. ”
I nodded and reached into the cheap set of plastic drawers next to my bed that worked as my nightstand.
Not wanting to be unprepared, I made sure to stock up on all the essentials, just in case.
I tossed the lube on the bed as I tore open the box of condoms. Shane sat up as best he could with me straddling him.
He steadied my trembling hands and took the box from me.
“We don’t need those,” he said calmly before chucking them on the floor.
He was right and I’d thought the same, but I didn’t want to assume anything.
“I don’t want there to be anything between us.
” He snaked one arm around my neck and the other my waist, pulling me down to him.
I grabbed the lube, pushed his legs up so that his knees were bent, exposing his ass.
I let the liquid drip between his cheeks before rubbing it in with my fingers.
Working slowly, I pushed barely a centimeter at a time.
I felt him tighten and then relax around the thick digit.
Moving in an out slowly, massaging and readying him, I jerked him with my other hand, enjoying the tangled look of pleasure and pain that worked across his face.
Shane’s cock throbbed in my hand and when I pulled my finger out of his ass, he shot me a concerned look. Before he could utter a word, I sank back into him with two fingers. Careful not to go too fast, I took my time, scissoring my fingers, stretching him so that there was no pain.
“Holy fuck!” he called out as I fucked him with my fingers. Reaching under his knees, he pulled his legs up even closer to his chest. “Dylan…you…I want you…” His words matched the rhythm of my hand.
When I removed my fingers, he reached for my hand, tried to move it back to where it had just been. Hovering over him, I grabbed for the bottle of lube on the bed next to us.
I coated myself with it and rubbed the wide crown of my cock over his already-slick hole. His breathing became erratic as I slowly eased myself into him. “God, Dylan. Ahhh…”
Despite my best efforts to go slow, whatever control I thought I’d have was lost the second I felt the heat of his body. It enveloped me, swallowed me whole, washed over every inch of my body. Moving again and again in shallow movements, I wanted to be sure I felt him open to me completely.
Hurting him was not an option. It would never be an option.
Reaching between us, I stroked the length of his cock in time to my movements, knowing that I couldn’t possibly last much longer. “I can’t…Shane…I’m…oh fuck…”
His cock swelled in my hand and my orgasm ripped through me. “Dylan,” he shouted my name as the first jets of his orgasm landed on his stomach. Wide-eyed and out of breath we simply stared at each other.
There were no words and it seemed as if none were necessary. Anything that needed to be said could just be felt.
My arms were shaking and I could barely keep myself up. Shane’s fingers dug into my biceps as he pulled me to him. We rolled to our sides, our breathing finally calming down enough to make speech possible.
I ran my hand through his hair, stroked my fingers along his jawline, and stared into his eyes. He leaned into my touch as a contented sigh escaped his lips.
“Thank you,” I whispered, afraid that any words spoken at a normal volume would somehow break the moment.
Shane’s fingers stilled on my chest. “For what?” he asked, genuinely confused, or offended; I couldn’t tell.
I swiped my thumb across his lower lip, which was swollen from our hard kisses. “For you. For everything. For this.”
His lips pulled up into that smile that I knew was reserved just for me. “I’ve been waiting for this forever. So, thank you.” He brushed his lips against mine.
We laid there for a few minutes before getting up to clean up. The rest of the night passed in pretty much the same way that many of our nights as friends had passed as well. We ordered a pizza, watched a ball game, talked about nothing and everything.
But in the most amazing way possible, the one major difference in the night, in my life, was falling asleep in Shane’s arms.
I spooned up behind him and he brought our joined hands flush against his chest. My bed faced the one window in the room and we looked out at the stars flickering in the sky.
Their glow was just for us that night.
The next morning, I caught a glimpse of the clock flashing next to John’s bed. The sun was only partially up in the sky and it was mostly still dark. Shane snored lightly next to me, barely moving as I brushed some hair out of his face.
As the sun lit the room, I trailed my fingers lazily up and down his back.
Anger boiled inside of me when I saw a deep purple bruise on his lower back.
Looking at it more closely, I could see the yellow and faded marks of a few other bruises.
It was in the perfect spot for me to have missed yesterday, but I still couldn’t believe he didn’t mention anything about it afterward.
Shane stirred at my side; the shift in my mood must have been obvious even though he slept soundly no more than a minute ago. He rolled over and faced me, a sleepy grin lazily spreading across his relaxed face.
“Morning,” he yawned as he stretched his arms above his head.
“What happened?” My words were clipped, angry. Not at him. At his asshole father. God, what I wouldn’t give to beat the crap out of that man.
It took him a minute to realize what I was talking about. He sat up, pulled the blanket over his lap, and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Look, can we not talk about this?” He made no effort to hide his frustration.
“No. I’m done ignoring this. He’s abusing you. He’s been abusing you and Reid for years. It’s wrong, so fucking wrong, Shane.” I was begging for him to talk to me about it. He had to see it in my eyes, hear it in my voice.
“Fine. Then what do you want to know?” He folded his arms across his chest, glaring at me.
“Why?” I knew there was no logical explanation, no excusable reason for anyone to lay their hands on another person, especially a parent, but I had to know what happened.
“You really want to know?” There was an edge of meanness to that question, one that I chose to ignore. I nodded, wordlessly telling him to continue.
“Because of you,” he said as his face morphed into a twisted, shameful look.
All the air in my lungs was gone. “How?”
“I waited until the last minute to spring this trip on him. I knew he’d want to come and meet the coach or some shit like that.
So I said it was an impromptu thing and that I’d just crash with you.
” His earlier frustration now shifted into sorrow.
“He said he had some suspicions about you. Called you some choice words.” Shane’s tone was so full of apology.
My heart sank knowing he’d suffered because he’d defended me.
“I tried to shut him up. It was the first time in my entire life that I ever fought back, but I wasn’t strong enough, or fast enough.
He knocked me down to the floor and shoved his knee in my back.
He made his feelings perfectly clear, so as far as he’s concerned, I’m staying with another guy on the team.
I’m actually surprised he didn’t call the coach and drive me here himself. ”
I sat there listening to that whole story with my mouth open in disbelief.
He’d actually defended me. No wonder coming out was never going to be an option to him.
Suddenly, all of his fears from when we were sneaking around before I left for school came barreling into me, made me feel like an asshole for even trying to push him into something for which he wasn’t ready.
“Come here.” I tugged his hand until he scooted next to me.
“Please tell me from now on. I know you feel powerless, but maybe talking about it will help. I wish you’d tell someone, but I won’t push you.
Just know that I’m here.” We exchanged a sad smile before he agreed to call me if things got too out of control.
I wanted to ask him about why he had gotten so thin, why he looked so haggard, but after that story, the answer was pretty clear.
I’d never felt so powerless. Even though I was silently vowing to try to help him, I felt completely useless because I just didn’t know how.
We lingered in bed the rest of the day, alternating between talking and fooling around, stopping only for a meal or a quick shower.
After waking from a late afternoon nap, our bubble had to burst.
“We should get ready. My roommate wants to meet you. I said we’d join him and his girlfriend for dinner.” I felt Shane’s body stiffen in nervousness. “Relax, Shane. They’re good people and there’s no need to hide our relationship while you’re here. We’re safe; I promise.”
I hated that I even had to say those kinds of things to him, but I knew he needed the reassurance. “You’re right, Dyl. I’m sorry.” He gave me a quick peck and I felt him relax. “It’ll just take some getting used to; that’s all.” Smiling lamely, I stood from the bed.
He followed behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and pressing his cheek against my shoulder.
“It’ll be good for you to see that we’ve got nothing to hide.
” Covering his hands with mine was a lame attempt at reassurance because as soon as the words were out there, I regretted them.
I looked at his face in the mirror that hung above my dresser after I pulled a shirt out.
He rolled his eyes and pulled away from me. “Don’t start in on me about the coming out shit again.” His defensiveness was unmistakable. I was an asshole. Tonight was definitely not the night to push the issue, especially after what he’d revealed to me earlier.
I reached for his hand, but he pulled it away. “Fine.” I changed tactics. Holding my hands up, palms out, in front of me, I surrendered. “I was wrong. I’m an asshole.” He chuckled and allowed me to step closer to him.
“You really can be sometimes.” He rolled his eyes again before hooking his thumbs into the front pockets of my jeans.
“I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you later,” I whispered seductively against his neck as I nuzzled close to him.
He laughed once more. “That sounds like an excellent plan.”