Unbreakable Bond Ch. 03

Chris didn't open the new bottle of cognac that Shane had brought to the table. He'd 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 he'd just had, Chris thought. But he knew in his gut that the call wasn't 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 couldn't stand the silence anymore. Yes, he'd told himself he wasn't going to pressurize 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 wasn't touching him.

"Shane?" Chris croaked and winced at his scratchy voice. Shane neither responded nor turned around to face him. Chris cleared his throat and tried again. "Shane, can you ever find it in your heart to forgive me for what I did?" Chris whispered.

Shane had tensed up when he felt Chris' presence behind him. At Chris' whispered words a shiver went through Shane, sizzling along his spine so pleasurably his eyes fluttered shut. He couldn't bring himself to talk. It definitely must be the alcohol, Shane thought desperately. Or was it the presence of Chris behind him...his whispered words...

"Please Shane, talk to me." Chris pleaded softly. "There's no excuse for what I did I know. But can you please forgive me? I need your forgiveness please."

Shane felt Chris' breath on the back of his ear and almost moaned. 'Oh shit.' Shane groaned silently. His pants were becoming painfully constricted...scarily tight. He was getting aroused...and fast. Shane couldn't believe what was happening to him. He scolded himself inwardly for his lack of control. The guy hadn't even touched him for goodness sake. And as far as Shane was concerned, he wasn't 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 hadn't 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 Chris' erotic moans. That alone had been enough to send Shane over the edge. He'd creamed his pants just as Chris had started shooting into his mouth. And he'd 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 didn't understand why he would have a raging hard-on from the mere feel of Chris' presence behind him. Shane couldn't help but feel it was his ultimate humiliation. When he felt Chris' hand touch his shoulder, Shane had to bite his lip to hold in his moan. No, no, no, what was happening to him was strange...and totally wrong. He opened his eyes and noticed that the rains had stopped. Shane let out a shaky breath.

"You have to go, Chris." He breathed shakily, praying that Chris would simply turn around and leave, and spare him any further humiliation because he didn't know what he was going to do in the next few minutes if Chris didn't leave. "Please." 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.

"Oh fuck!" Shane groaned. He couldn't believe he's 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 fuck's sake, Shane thought fiercely as he pulled off his pants. It felt like Chris had a hold on him and that was fucking up Shane's mind. Hell, the man didn't even need to make any effort. There had been nothing sexual in Chris' actions that evening. He'd been merely asking for forgiveness for fuck's 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 couldn't 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.

"Shit!" Shane growled, feeling even more frustrated.

Then a thought occurred to Shane. The only way he could really be sure that he wasn't sexually affected by Chris was to be able to successfully control his hormones whilst in the presence of Chris. Staying away from Chris wouldn't solve the problem. Shane had felt it...felt its intensity, and knew that staying out of Chris' 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 everyday he saw him at his gate. What better way to ensure immunity to Chris' sexual hold than to be around him?

Little did he know...

***

As Chris drove home from Shane's house that evening, he couldn't keep the smile off his face. Not only had Shane invited him into his home, he hadn't screamed at him or pulled a gun to his head. And not only was Chris grateful for that, he also found it to be very positive. Shane had always been a gentle person so Chris wasn't surprised at Shane's calmness. That gentility had been one of the many things Chris had loved about him. His Nick had been such a sweet person, Chris thought with a soft laugh. But Shane's handsomeness had defiantly been the highest on Chris' list of things he'd loved about Shane. If anything, the man looked even more handsome now, Chris thought with a shake of his head.

Chris didn't think there was any harm in admiring a man with a good body. And God knew Shane had a hell of a hot body. And that face...damn! He'd always thought Shane was the most beautiful creature and seeing an older and hotter Shane had only made Chris admire the man even more. He couldn't help but think about how Shane had looked that evening. The man was so sexy it was a sin. Those pants Shane had been wearing had fit his arse so sexily it had been a delight to watch. And that white long sleeved t-shirt looked totally hot on Shane. Chris had however tried not to dwell much on how sexy and hot the man looked because apart from the fact that his priority was to get the guy to forgive him, he didn't think it was appropriate for a straight man to go drooling over how hot another man looked. That would be so gay, Chris chuckled.

His brief encounter with Shane whilst they were kids was the only male sexual encounter Chris had ever had. He was definitely not attracted to men but he respected the fact that people should be allowed to love whoever they wanted. Two out of his seven friends, Damon and Kyle were in relationships with men and Chris didn't have any problem with that. Damon was happily married to Tristan, who Chris adored, and Kyle was engaged to Aaron who Chris loved to bits. But even though Chris didn't have any problem with men loving men, he didn't have any intention of getting down and dirty with a guy. He was very much okay with boobs and curves as he'd teasingly told Ken, Kyle's twin brother some years back.

Though his reaction to Shane that evening...finding Shane sexy and all...had been a bit of a shock to Chris, he assured himself that finding Shane sexy and attractive was not strange as he'd admired Shane since they were kids and had even been in love with him. Well, his main goal was to be around the guy till he forgave him. If that meant Chris would have to see more of that hot body and beautiful face, he had no problem at all. He was very happy with the way things had gone that evening and he planned on continuing his 'stalking' of Shane, till he got what he desired.

***

When Shane got to his gate the next day after work, he stopped beside Chris and rolled down his window.

"Come on in." He said coolly and drove in. This time, the gate didn't come down till Chris entered. "Go make yourself comfortable." Shane gestured towards the den.

Chris went to the den, turned on the projector and sat in one of the comfortable couches and watched the news. When Shane came in, he'd changed into white drawstring lounging pants and a wine coloured t-shirt. He looked relaxed and breathtakingly good. He had in his hands a brown carrier bag which he handed over to Chris.

"Your stuff from yesterday." Shane said quietly, nodding at Chris' murmured thanks. "Drink?"

"Sure."

"Scotch?" Shane asked.

"That will be fine. Thanks." Chris replied and turned back to face the screen.

Again they drunk in silence till Chris thought it was time to leave. "Err...I have your stuff in my car. I'll just..."

"I'll go with you to pick it up." Shane said and got up.

Shane silently followed Chris out to his car and took his enveloped clothes from Chris. "Thanks." He mumbled.

"Thank you too." Chris said. "See you tomorrow." At Shane's nod, Chris got into his car and drove off.

Chris looked at Shane through his driving mirror as he drove away and couldn't help but notice the forlorn look on Shane's face as he stared after his car. Fuck, he wished he could go back and give Shane a hug. The man looked so lonely. Didn't he have any friends or women in his life, Chris wondered. He was surprised some sweet lady hadn't grabbed Shane already. The guy was wealthy, handsome and sweet. He was an ideal bachelor so why was he always home alone, Chris wondered. Well, until Shane felt ready enough to talk to him, Chris knew he would never know. It was a contented Chris who entered the gate of his stylishly designed house that evening, but his joyful bubble instantly burst when he saw the car parked in his driveway.

"Shit." Chris swore.

He really wasn't in the mood to deal with Tracy at that particular time. He needed time to catch up on his work since spending time two days in a row with Shane meant he had stuff to do.

"Hey baby." Chris heard Tracy's voice before he saw her face through his bedroom window. "Guess what..." The beautiful voluptuous red head had a bottle of wine in her hand as she looked down at Chris.

"Booty call?" Chris called out dryly. He needed to have a serious talk with his new housekeeper. The fact that she saw him with a particular woman more than once didn't mean she had to give that woman access to his bedroom when he wasn't around. Once, twice, thrice...they were all mere hookups.

Tracy burst into laughter. "You got that right, hon."

And when Chris eventually entered his bedroom, it was to see a deliciously naked Tracy lying expectantly in bed with a gold foil packet between her fingers. All she had on was one of his red ties around her neck and her killer red high heeled platforms, which matched perfectly with her long red nails and red pouty lips.

"Nice." Chris breathed, reaching down to open his fly. "What happened to going off to get hitched?" Chris asked dryly. He didn't miss how Tracy's eyes widened in surprise when he pulled out his already hard cock and started stroking it. Chris was surprised himself that he was already hard.

Tracy's lust-filled eyes followed the movement of Chris fingers as he got onto the bed. "I missed your cock." She breathed as she sat up and reached for his cock, licking her red lips in anticipation. "I got your magnum right here." She purred as one corner of her luscious mouth kicked up in an adoring smile.

"I can see that." Chris chuckled as he watched Tracy tear the foil with her teeth.

She put the condom to her lip and bent forward to roll it on Chris with her mouth. She had to stop halfway though and push the condom the rest of the way with her hand as Chris was too big to fit inside her mouth. Tracy then reached for the tube of lube on the bed and slicked Chris up. She'd once tried to take Chris without lube and it hadn't been easy. The guy was thick. Since then, Tracy always made sure something slick was close by whenever Chris was around. Looking up seductively at Chris, she murmured, "Give it to me stud."

And give it to her, Chris did. Hard! That's how Tracy always wanted it and Chris didn't disappoint. He held off till Tracy had two explosive orgasms before releasing into the condom. Chris pulled out and rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.

"Wow!" Tracy breathed. "What got into you?"

"More like, I got into you." Chris said, sitting up and swinging his legs off the bed. "Thought that was how you wanted it."

"I do but there was..." Tracy trailed off, looking for the right word.

"What?" Chris turned his head to look at the beauty in his bed.

"It was like you were already worked up...like you were already charged. There was some...I don't know how to describe it." Tracy gave up.

"Didn't you like it?" Chris asked with a raised brow.

"Are you kidding me? I've never come so hard and fast like I just did." Tracy got on her knees and hugged Chris from behind. "That was amazing. What got you so primed?"

Chris froze at the face that flashed through his mind at Tracy's question. Fuck! Why the fuck was he seeing Shane's face. He couldn't possibly have been that charged because of Shane could he, Chris asked himself with a frown. But Chris knew he'd already been half-hard even before hearing Tracy's voice or seeing her body on display in his bed. And although Tracy always wanted it hard and fast, it was unlike Chris to just plunge home without foreplay. It had felt like he just wanted to get his rocks off and nothing more. Chris' hands shook as he stood up and headed for the en suite bathroom.

"Are you okay, hon?" Tracy asked, confused at Chris demeanor. But she didn't get any answer.

***

On his next stalking visit, Chris and Shane watched soccer instead of the news. And Shane's cook served them some pork chops and golden fried prawns. It was delicious. It went down very well with a bottle of Courvoisier. Surprisingly, both men supported the same team...Liverpool, so their emotions were matched. They would scream at a player or the referee at the same time, whoop for joy at the same time and finally, celebrated together when the referee's whistle went for the end of the game just as the other team was about to score a goal. Liverpool won with two goals to nil and the two men celebrated as though they were the best of friends. They had a good time. Chris left Shane's house later than usual. And for the second time since that unfortunate incident years ago, Shane slept soundly.

"We have to postpone our meeting for one more week." Shane informed Chris on one of his visits. "I just sent Damon a mail. I'm sure he'll inform you and the others soon."

"Why?" Chris asked.

"The guys creating the prototype encountered a problem." Shane explained. "Hopefully everything will be okay in a week."

"Alright." Chris replied just as his phone started ringing. "That's Damon." He said hitting the answer button. "Damon?"

"The meeting with Shane has been postponed." Damon said.

"Okay." Chris responded.

"He's already told you, hasn't he?"

"Yes." Chris answered simply.

"I thought so." Damon said dryly. "Is he sitting beside you now?"

"Yep."

"How awkward." Damon murmured, and then added when Chris didn't say anything. "Cat got your tongue." It was obvious Damon was trying very hard to hold in his laughter.

"Fuck you." Chris chuckled.

"You?" Damon actually managed to sound as though he'd been informed that Hitler was still alive. He sounded unbelievable, scared and disgusted. "Hell no. I'd rather my husband did that, thank you very much." By the time Damon finished his sentence, Chris was laughing so hard.

"Get off the fucking phone if you don't have anything sensible to say, asshole." Chris growled through his laughter.

And when Chris heard not only Damon, but Tristan too burst into uncontrollable laughter on the other end of the phone, he hung up, shaking his head in incredulity. He was so going to get Damon for the stunt he'd just pulled, Chris thought amused. But what Chris couldn't understand was why talking to his friend on phone whilst in the presence of Shane had felt so weird. He'd felt like he'd been caught doing something...intimate, which was rather strange because Shane wasn't his lover. What surprised Chris even more was the fact that he'd wanted Damon off the phone because somehow he hadn't wanted Damon to say anything that would offend Shane, though Shane wouldn't have heard it even if Damon had. It was just a weird feeling and Chris wouldn't have been able to explain if he'd been asked to.

"He knows you're here." It wasn't a question. Shane could tell how close Chris and Damon were.

"Un-huh." Chris nodded.

"You two seem very close." Shane said quietly, surprised at the bolt of jealousy that flashed through him. Hell, he didn't even know whether Chris or Damon was gay so why the feeling of jealousy.

"We are." Chris said, going on to talk about his seven friends. "We're all very close. Do you have a lot of friends?" Chris turned to look at Shane's face.

"Not really. Just a handful." Shane shrugged.

Chris groaned silently when he realized he didn't hear what Shane had said. Damn, the man was so gorgeous one could lose his train of thought just by looking at him, Chris thought with a sigh. "What did you say?" He swallowed hard.

"I don't have a lot of friends. All I do is work anyway so..."

"You need to make time for some fun you know." Chris murmured, turning to looking at the penalty shot being taken by a player on the screen.

"But I do have fun." Shane countered. "Especially when I'm working out, playing basketball, or beating the shit out of someone in a ring." Shane grinned at Chris for a long minute, when Chris turned to look at him with widened eyes. "Just kidding." He murmured, making Chris shake his head in amusement.

Shane and Chris started enjoying each other's company. They both looked forward to the visits. They would chat and watch soccer. The cook started serving them dinner every evening. There was just a little bit of awkwardness sometimes between them but they both tried to overlook it. One day when Chris got to his usual parking spot, Shane's security guy was already there waiting to tell him to take his car inside the house. Though Shane hadn't told Chris what he wanted to hear, which was that he'd forgiven him, Chris was happy as they were comfortable around each other. It was almost like old times.

Everything was great till just as had happened all those years ago, things came to a head one night.