Unbreakable Bond Ch. 04

As Chris drove off, he tried to understand why he felt so down...why he felt as if Shane was taking a part of his soul with him to New York. He felt as though he was losing Shane all over again. For a moment he contemplated going to hang out with his guys at Kyle's house where they were all supposed to meet that day. But on second thought, Chris drove home because he felt he would be better off by himself, as besides the fact that he wouldn't be good company in the shitty mood he was in, he needed some sleep.

When he got home, Chris jumped into bed and tried to sleep but sleep wouldn't come. His mind wandered, thinking about all that had taken place the day before, the sexual hunger between him and Shane, Shane's nightmares, how he'd broken down in Shane's arms and how right Shane had felt in his arms. Chris couldn't help but miss Shane. He'd wanted to hug Shane as they said goodbye to each other but didn't know how the other man would take that so he hadn't. After their momentary intimacy the night before, they'd merely talked and hung out like two old friends and nothing more, that morning. One thing Chris couldn't deny was the fact that Shane turned him on like no woman ever had. The man's body was a masterpiece. Chris had surprisingly found himself with a hard-on at different times that morning whilst they talked but had tried to suppress it. One time, he'd watched as Shane bit his lower lip whilst deep in thought, and had instantly gone hard. Sometimes all the man had to do was laugh softly and then BAM...Chris would be crossing his legs. Shane was as sexy as all fuck. Unknowing to Shane he'd had Chris so horny, he thought he would explode. Just thinking about Shane was giving Chris a hard-on and that pissed him off because what he needed was sleep. With a groan, Chris stood up and stripped out of his clothes and then got beneath the covers. In no time, he was snoring softly.

***

Immediately the pilot informed his lone occupant that they were about to land, Shane reached for his cell phone, ready to call Chris immediately they touched down. Though he was glad he was about to see his mother, he couldn't help but wish Chris were with him. He'd missed Chris so much he knew just hearing his voice would raise his spirits. Was it even normal to be missing a person so much, Shane wondered. That look of stark longing on Chris' face moments before they had parted ways had been so hot Shane couldn't get it out of his mind. But then, Chris had always been a sexy guy. He'd never had to put in much effort to get Shane to drool with want. Shane gave a low groan, surprised at how the mere thought of Chris made his heart beat with excitement as if he were a teen with a crush. What were his employees and the business world going to think, if they saw him pining away after someone as he was doing then? Fuck!

Shane started dialing Chris' number as soon as he felt the plane touch down. Chris picked up on the third ring and from the groggy sound of his voice, Shane knew he'd been sleeping.

"Shane?" Chris croaked.

"Go back to sleep." Shane said softly, a feeling of joy surging within him at the sound of Chris' voice.

"No, no, please let's talk." Chis husked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He was damned if he was going to let Shane go.

"Chris, get some sleep. I only wanted to inform you that I've touched down. I'll call again before I go to bed okay?"

Chris wasn't okay with that. He wanted to keep Shane on the line...keep talking to him... "Shane..." But Chris trailed off before he could reduce himself to pleading. "Okay." He said with a soft sigh.

"I will call again." Shane said softly.

Chris nodded and then murmured a soft "okay" when he remembered that Shane couldn't see his nod. Immediately the line clicked off in his ear, Chris felt lonely. But reassuring himself that he would hear Shane's voice again soon, Chris slipped back under the covers and went right back to sleep.

Shane couldn't wipe the goofy smile off his face as he hung up. He felt a warm glow inside...as though he was on top of the world. Chris did that to him. Even when they were kids, Shane would catch himself smiling for no reason even when Chris wasn't around him. No wonder his mother had caught on. What surprised Shane was the fact that Chris could still do that to him after all these years. Before he saw Chris again, just the thought of Chris caused his heart to pound hard in anger and fear. But for the past two weeks, all it took was a thought of Chris for Shane to act like a smitten fool. Shane knew he was being stupid with the way he was feeling but he just couldn't help himself. Yes, Chris had hurt him before and could hurt him again, though this time, definitely not physically...but Shane just didn't care. He was happy. After all these years, he had an inner feeling of joy that he'd never had since he was a kid and he wasn't ready to throw that away simply because of something that happened years ago. Shane Lewis wanted to live for once. Was that too much to ask? As Shane got out of his private plane and walked towards his car, he couldn't stop the movement of his fingers. He typed a short message to Chris, knowing Chris wouldn't see it till later if he'd gone back to sleep as he'd asked him to. God, he'd missed the guy, Shane thought with a shake of his head and a sad smile on his face. He knew he had it real bad.

***

When Chris woke up, it was eight p.m. Eight p.m. in L.A meant eleven p.m. in New York. He quickly checked his phone to see whether he had missed a call from Shane. Chris couldn't stop the smile that brightened his face when he saw Shane's message:

Shane: miss u.

Chris sat with his back against the headboard and typed a message to Shane.

Chris: What happened to calling me when u get home?

Shane: (responding immediately) I said I was going to call before I go to bed. Did u have a good sleep?

Chris: Yes. Did u sleep on the flight?

Shane: 3hrs straight. Feel refreshed. Mama is going to keep me awake till mornin so I had to get some sleep.

Chris: Howz she doing?

Shane: Very well.

Chris: God, I miss u.

Shane: Miss u more. Will u wait up for me? I want to talk to u before I sleep.

Chris: I can't go back to sleep without talking to u, dude. I have some work to do so I'll be doing it whilst I wait for that call.

Shane: (smiling broadly) Good.

Chris: Oh and Shane, know u're going to see me in NY in the mornin if u dare sleep without calling me.

Shane: (Bursting into laughter) I'll be better off not calling then. U have no idea how much I want to see u.

Chris: Same here but please call. Can't go till mornin without hearing ur voice.

Shane: Promise.

Chris: Good. Now go show ur mum some luv.

Shane: Ok

But Shane didn't move from where he sat. He re-read the whole conversation with a silly smile on his face the whole time. When he eventually looked up from his phone, it was to find Sylvia Lewis standing at the door of his bedroom, with her hands on her chest, smiling fondly at him.

"Finally." She breathed.

Shane couldn't wipe the smile off his face, though he had no idea what his mother was talking about. "Finally what?" He asked.

"You found it." Sylvia responded simply.

"Ma..."

"You don't have to tell me now. Enjoy it. Savor it. Feels good doesn't it?" Sylvia looked at her son with so much love and joy in her eyes. She'd waited and prayed to see that look in his son's eyes again for so long.

"Mama really..."

"Nicolas Shane Lewis, don't you dare lie to your mother. I brought you into this world and I can take you out of it." She said with mock anger, making Shane burst into laughter.

He stood up and went to give his mother a tight hug. "I'll tell you all about it." Shane murmured into his mother's hair. "But not today."

"I know son. Just let go and enjoy."

"I still feel overwhelmed but...it does feel good." Shane groaned, making his mother laugh softly.

Mother and son talked till almost dawn. By the time Shane stripped and jumped into bed, it was almost five a.m. His heart danced in joyful anticipation as he dialed Chris' number. Chris picked up on the first ring, making Shane smile.

"Hey." Chris said, drawing up the covers over his naked body.

"Hey yourself." Shane chuckled. "Done with work?"

"Un-huh. I was about to pack my stuff for a trip to New York in the morning but..." Chris murmured, making Shane laugh softly. Damn, it was good to hear Shane's voice.

Shane went quiet for a moment. "Are you in bed?"

Chris swallowed hard, suddenly feeling warm all over. Shane's voice caressed his senses. "Yes. You?" His voice turned gruff.

"Yep. Just jumped in here. Will I see you tomorrow?" Shane asked.

"Shane, we have a meeting at your house tomorrow aft..." Chris started to say but Shane jumped in.

"I know. I meant after the meeting." He sounded hopeful. "Will you come see me after?"

"Till you tell me I'm forgiven, I'm never going to stop coming." Chris said quietly.

"Watch it. 'Cause I just might never say those words if that means I'll see you every day." Shane retorted, making Chris laugh softly.

"I'll keep that in mind. Fuck, I wish I were there with you, Shane." Chris growled.

Shane gave a deep sigh. "So do I, baby. So do I." He said quietly, surprised at the ease with which the endearment rolled off his tongue, as if he used it every day.

Shane's reply caught Chris by surprise. He'd been called 'baby' lots of times. In fact more times than he could remember, but coming from Shane, and in that sexy voice, it sounded special, sweet, hot...and if the way Chris' cock had jerked at that sexily spoken word was any indication, arousing. Chris' hand moved down underneath the covers to his semi hard cock and he couldn't stop his hand from stroking it slowly. Damn, he needed to hear Shane talk more.

"Shane?"

"Yes Chris?"

"What's your day like on a typical workday?" Chris demanded in a deep breathy voice as he put the phone on speaker and reached into his side drawer for lube.

Shane laughed softly, a little surprised at the question. But he decided to humour Chris so he told him. And even as Shane told Chris about what he did on a typical workday, Chris kicked off the covers and closed his slicked hand around his pulsing cock, and then listening to Shane's incredibly sexy voice, Chris slowly stroked himself. Damn, it felt so good. He bit his lip to hold in his moans as he totally lost himself in Shane's seductive voice.

Not having the slightest idea what was happening on the other end of the phone, Shane kept talking in that entrancing voice of his. "...I usually work deep into the night. So I finally get to bed around one a.m. What about you?" Shane asked.

Chris took a deep shaky breath and tried to calm his racing heart. "Around eleven p.m." He husked as his hips slowly rocked up and his cock slid in and out of his slick palm.

Shane frowned. The way Chris sounded...his erratic breathing... "Chris?"

"Talk to me, Shane." Chris breathed. "Please." Chris moaned as he began to stroke in earnest.

"Jesus." Shane muttered. He went silent for a moment because he really didn't know what to say. He'd never done anything like that ever. Chris' moans became louder, the sound rushing directly to Shane's cock. But he didn't touch himself. This was for Chris. "If I were there with you right now, I would take your balls into my mouth and suck on them."

"Oh fuck." Chris breathed as a gush of precum spilled from his cock at Shane's words. "Please don't stop." Never before had he been so affected by someone. Much as Chris didn't care what Shane talked about since he only needed to hear his voice, Shane's hot words took the whole experience to a totally new smoldering level.

"How would you want me to suck on your balls?" Shane's voice was pure sex. "Soft or hard?" Shane husked.

"Hard." Chris moaned, his other hand moving to tug on his balls as the hand on his cock begun to move so fast it was almost a blur.

"After I suck on those balls...get them really wet, I would pull gently on them whilst I move up to take the wet head of your cock into my mouth. Then I'll twirl my tongue around it and suck..."

"Christ!" Chris fought his orgasm. He wanted the pleasure to build even more. To last. His chest heaved as his breathing got ragged and choppy.

"Then I'll slowly take you deep into my mouth," continued Shane's mesmerizingly sexy voice, "take you all the way into my throat and..."

"Fuuuuck!" Chris screamed as he shot his load, some going as far up as the headboard and some covering his chest and stomach.

Shane knew that Chris was in the throes of orgasm but that didn't stop his erotic chatter. "And as you shoot, I'll seal my lips around the head of your cock so that I can catch that sweet essence on my tongue. That way, I can savor it before I swallow it." Shane's voice had become so breathlessly husky, he sounded as though he was actually doing exactly what he was describing. "Then I'll lick you clean." He whispered, remembering the only time he'd ever done that.

Chris didn't miss that. "Oh God, Shane..." He whimpered as he kept coming, writhing on his bed in ecstasy. The erotic picture Shane had drawn in his mind, prolonged his orgasm extensively. Chris had never experienced anything that intensely sexual in his entire life. "Fuck." He groaned when he finally came down from his high.

"Are you okay?" Shane's voice was a rough noise he barely recognized as his own.

Chris felt dazed, his brain still drifting somewhere around the clouds, but Shane's question snagged him back down. Disoriented, Chris tried to catch his breath. And that's when what he'd done finally hit him. Had he just...

"Oh God, I'm sorry, Shane." Chris said in a shaky voice. When Shane went silent, Chris felt panic rise within him. "Shane?"

"I'm here," Shane said quietly.

Chris didn't know what to say. He felt like a first class asshole for what had just happened. "I'm sorry." Chris whispered. "That was not what I had in mind when I pleaded with you to call. It's just that your voice... I'm so sorry if I've offended you in any way. I..."

"Don't be. I'm flattered that just my voice could do that to you." Shane husked. "At least I now know that if I'm able to bottle my voice, I'll get at least one buyer." He teased, making Chris laugh softly.

"Thanks." Chris said quietly. "I needed that." He sighed. He'd been strung as tight as a bow since watching Shane come so powerfully on Friday.

"Glad to be of help." Shane muttered. "But am I to expect this each time we speak on phone?" Shane asked dryly.

"Fuck you." Chris laughed, reaching for some tissues to wipe up the mess he'd made. "Now, where were we before..."

"Your dick interrupted." Shane finished and both men burst into laughter. "So...what's your typical day like?"

Chris chuckled. "You know why I asked that don't you?"

"I do." Shane laughed. He'd figured out why Chris asked that question after he'd pleaded with him to keep talking. "But I still want to know."

And they talked till each man became too sleepy to keep his eyes open. It was only when Shane woke up in the morning that he disconnected the call. Then with an amused smile on his face, he went right back to sleep.

***

The first thing Chris did when he woke up on Monday morning was to call Shane. Their meeting was scheduled for noon so he knew Shane was probably on his way to the airport. He shivered with excitement at the thought of seeing Shane soon.

"Hey." Shane said softly, turning away from his mother's knowing smile. She had insisted on riding with him to the airport.

"Did you sleep well?" Chris asked without preamble.

Shane chuckled. "Yes I did, thanks." As usual, they had spoken deep into the night and had only gotten off the phone when they both got too sleepy.

"Did you..."

"No." Shane answered, knowing what Chris wanted to ask.

"Good. I'm going to get ready for work. Be safe."

"Thanks." Shane murmured, failing to mask the smile in his voice. Damn, he was tickled.

Chris didn't miss it. He laughed softly. "See you soon." Chris murmured huskily.

"Okay." Shane responded and hung up. He almost groaned when he saw his mother's amused gaze on him.

"You're wearing your heart on your sleeve." Sylvia Lewis said softly so that the driver wouldn't hear.

"Ma..." Shane groaned.

"Hey, I'm happy for you okay? Just be careful. Make sure she is equally serious about you and feels the same way. Otherwise if she hurts you..." Sylvia took her son's large hand in both of hers. The look in her eyes said what she couldn't and didn't want to add. Shane had been burnt before and they both clearly remembered what had happened to him.

"I'll be careful Ma." Shane said softly, not bothering to tell Sylvia that the person who had his insides in a constant state of blissful knots was actually a man...and none other than Chris Donovan.

***

It was more difficult on both Shane and Chris in that afternoon's meeting than it had been in the previous one. Much as both men had been shocked and confused in their first meeting, it was difficult this time because they had to make an effort to stop staring at each other. They were in Shane's house for a presentation on the prototype as planned. There were six men and two women in the huge show room. Though Shane did make a conscious effort not to stare at Chris because he didn't want the others to notice their odd behavior, he sometimes couldn't help but look at Chris. Shane would feel Chris' eyes on him and turn to look at Chris as though he was being controlled by a force. Their eyes would meet, then each man would give the other a slight smile and then look away. Chris looked down when his cell phone vibrated on the table. It was a message from Shane.

Shane: Stop staring.

Chris: Can't help myself. Why don't u stop staring back?

Shane: Dude come on...

Chris: Then stop being so...

Shane: What?

Chris: U know what. U're too fuckin sexy. And stop biting your lip. That turns me on.

Chris looked up just in time to see Shane release his lower lip and look up in his direction. And the smoldering desire in those beautiful eyes was so intense Chris felt himself harden. Shit! Shane shook his head slightly and started typing again.

Shane: U asshole! Now I'm hard.

Chris: Get in line, pal.

Chris was getting very nervous because he knew Damon would tease him mercilessly if he noticed what was going on. But he couldn't help himself. All he had eyes for was Shane. It felt like he hadn't seen Shane in years instead of a mere day. He'd missed him so fucking much. When Shane was called to address the meeting, Chris watched as he moved to stand in front of a projected image of the prototype. His gaze drank Shane in, roaming passionately over his sexy frame. Shane looked so edible in his grey three-piece suit, Chris' heart skipped a beat. The man was utterly and devastatingly gorgeous. Chris tried to think about something else...anything to get his mind off his own stubborn cock, the sexy hunk melting him with his hotness and his equally sexy voice. Chris turned his head and looked around the showroom. The showroom in which they were having the meeting was big and made up of glass. It was impressively classy. Chris had never taken the time to take a good look around Shane's house. The house was huge. He'd only been to the den, the dining hall and that room adjacent the den...and of course the gym as he'd worked out with Shane in his ultramodern gym on Saturday morning. Chris hadn't been to the rest of the house and had therefore not seen Shane's remarkably stylish showroom. Well, it was not as if under the peculiar circumstances, he could have asked for a tour. How would he have put it?

'How about a tour for your stalker, Shane?' Chris almost laughed.

Shane would have finally used that gun on him. And the only times Chris could have asked for that tour, it never even occurred to him to ask because he just wanted to sit and talk with Shane. As he listened to Shane give his concluding remarks after his presentation, Chris realized he hadn't heard most of what he'd said. Shit! Was that how it was going to be with every meeting he had to attend with Shane? Damon was going to kill him for sure, Chris groaned unconsciously audibly, causing Damon to look at him.