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He was supposed to be furious at Chris but what Shane was feeling at that particular moment, was very far from anger and it worried him immensely. Being that close to his childhood sweetheart was bringing up emotions and feelings that Shane didnât know he still had. Unfortunately, and against Shaneâs will, those feelings seemed to rather increase by the minute. He couldnât help but watch Chris whenever Chris was looking away from him.
Shane had watched the way Chris walked, sipped his drink, tilted his head sometimes, ran his fingers through his close-cropped hairâ¦every little movement reminded Shane of the Chris heâd known and loved. What scared Shane most was the sudden stab of desire that flashed through him and left him aching when he saw Chris lick his lips at a point. Maybe it was the alcohol or even the rains but the feelings running inside Shane were all jumbled upâ¦in a sweet and disturbing way.
Shane didnât plan on making a fool of himself twice in a row. First, by breaking down in Chrisâ arms, and secondly by possibly throwing himself at Chris. Hell noâ¦that wouldnât do at all. Shane knew what he had to do. He had to ask Chris to leave. After all, the rains had diminished to showers soâ¦
Chris didnât open the new bottle of cognac that Shane had brought to the table. Heâd rather chosen to watch Shane as he spoke on the phone. When Shane stuck his hands into his pocket after the call and simply stood quietly by the window, Chris knew the man was miles away. It could be that Shane was thinking about the call heâd just had, Chris thought. But he knew in his gut that the call wasnât the reason the man was lost in thought.
After watching Shane for a while, Chris got to his feet and started to walk to where Shane stood. He really couldnât stand the silence anymore. Yes, heâd told himself he wasnât going to pressure Shane into talking to him but this was an opportunity that might not present itself again. When Chris got to Shane, he stood behind him but made sure he wasnât touching him.
âShane?â Chris croaked and winced at his scratchy voice. Shane neither responded nor turned around to face him. Chris cleared his throat and tried again. âShane, can you ever find it in your heart to forgive me for what I did?â Chris whispered.
Shane had tensed up when he felt Chrisâ presence behind him. At Chrisâ whispered words a shiver went through Shane, sizzling along his spine so pleasurably his eyes fluttered shut. He couldnât bring himself to talk. It definitely must be the alcohol, Shane thought desperately. Or was it the presence of Chris behind himâ¦his whispered wordsâ¦
âPlease Shane, talk to me.â Chris pleaded softly. âThereâs no excuse for what I did I know. But can you please forgive me? I need your forgiveness please.â
Shane felt Chrisâ breath on the back of his ear and almost moaned. âOh shit.â Shane groaned silently.
His pants were becoming painfully constrictedâ¦scarily tight. He was getting arousedâ¦and fast. Shane couldnât believe what was happening to him. He scolded himself inwardly for his lack of control. The guy hadnât even touched him for goodness sake. And as far as Shane was concerned, he wasnât a sexual person. Who would be if their very first sexual experience went the way his had? To be on cloud nine one minute and in severe pain, the next.
It definitely hadnât been only Chris who had enjoyed their first and only encounter. Shane had enjoyed it even more. He would never forget the feel of Chris in his mouth and Chrisâ erotic moans. That alone had been enough to send Shane over the edge. Heâd creamed his pants just as Chris had started shooting into his mouth. And heâd still been in that post-orgasmic phase when the blows had started.
So yes, although he was a very healthy and normal hot-blooded young man, it must be understandable, if he hardly had the urge to do anything sexual with anyone.
Shane, therefore, didnât understand why he would have a raging hard-on from the mere feel of Chrisâ
presence behind him. Shane couldnât help but feel it was his ultimate humiliation. When he felt Chrisâ
hand touch his shoulder, Shane had to bite his lip to hold in his moan. No, no, no, what was happening to him was strangeâ¦and totally wrong. He opened his eyes and noticed that the rains had stopped.
Shane let out a shaky breath.
âYou have to go, Chris.â He breathed shakily, praying that Chris would simply turn around and leave, and spare him any further humiliation because he didnât know what he was going to do in the next few minutes if Chris didnât leave. âPlease.â He added in a whisper.
Shane felt Chris move away from him and waited with bated breath till he heard the door shut. Then he turned around and dashed into the bathroom but even before he could finish unzipping his pants, his cock erupted with shots of cum. Moaning uncontrollably, Shane sank down onto the bathroom floor as his body writhed in pleasure.
âOh fuck!â Shane groaned. He couldnât believe heâd actually creamed his pants like a fucking teenager.
What was Chris doing to him, Shane groaned unhappily. He felt like his life was slipping out of his fingers and there was nothing he could do about it. He had to man up for fuckâs sake, Shane thought fiercely as he pulled off his pants. It felt like Chris had a hold on him and that was fucking up Shaneâs mind. Hell, the man didnât even need to make any effort.
There had been nothing sexual in Chrisâ actions that evening. Heâd been merely asking for forgiveness for fuckâs sake. How the fuck had that translated into Shane getting aroused? He had to take back control of his emotions. He had to prove to himself that Chris couldnât rule his will. He had to make sure Chris never affected him in that way again. He had to make sure he was never alone with Chris.
âShit!â Shane growled, feeling even more frustrated.
Then a thought occurred to Shane. The only way he could really be sure that he wasnât sexually affected by Chris was to be able to successfully control his hormones whilst in the presence of Chris.
Staying away from Chris wouldnât solve the problem. Shane had felt itâ¦felt its intensity, and knew that staying out of Chrisâ way was only postponing the problem. Why not work on himself and take control of his emotions? Shane made up his mind there and then⦠He was going to invite Chris in every day he saw him at his gate. What better way to ensure immunity to Chrisâ sexual hold than to be around him?
Little did he know...