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Chris Donovan was a very worried man. If not for his determination to be around Shane long enough to get him to loosen up and forgive him for what he had done to him, Chris would have stopped his daily visits to Shaneâs home. It was very difficult and confusing when a straight man started having the hots for another man. The more he stayed around Shane, the worse the temptation to touch him was growing. There were times Chris had gone so close to slamming his mouth on Shaneâs sexy lips, heâd had to physically excuse himself from the room in order to compose himself.
Heâd not felt that level of physical attraction in his entire life and that bothered Chris immensely as he wasnât gay and didnât have any intention of being with Shane in that way. It was compelling but Chris prided himself on his self-control and therefore hoped he would be able to keep his hands to himself.
To prove to himself that he still liked slamming his dick into hot juicy pussies, Chris arranged with some of his numerous hookups on different occasions, for what he called âemergency booty callsâ.
But what terrified Chris, even more, was that he always chickened out in the end because suddenly, he couldnât stand the thought of being intimate with any of the ladies. One thing became crystal clear to Chris⦠He wanted Shane Lewis like heâd never wanted anyone. It was a realization that terrified the life out of Chris! To make matters worse Chris didnât have a clue how Shane felt. Fuck!
Shane, on the other hand, had given up on any hope of successfully curbing his desire for Chris. As far as he was concerned, those feelings he tried to suppress by allowing Chris into his home every day, had if anything, rather intensified. All Shane had to do was close his eyes and visions of Chrisâ
captivating eyes and trim body would come into focus. Chris exuded a powerful sexual magnetism that made Shaneâs insides quiver, made him burn with desire.
The thought of nibbling on that lush lower lip of Chrisâ always caused his cock to lengthen inside his pants. Shane realized he was horny almost all the time, thanks to Chris. He was not oblivious to the sexual tension between him and Chris. He had felt Chrisâ gaze on him on more than one occasion.
There were times heâd caught Chris watching him with so much lust in his captivating grey eyes, Shaneâs breath hitched in his throat. Other times, Chrisâ eyes gave nothing away.
Shane was however grateful he hadnât made a fool of himself since heâd started hanging out with Chris.
It hadnât been easy ignoring that strong sexual pull. Sometimes it was so intense Shane thought he would break and do the unthinkable but heâd thankfully been able to control himself. And thanks to his polka face, Chris obviously had no idea just how badly he wanted him. Shane had always been an expert at hiding his feelings and heâd never been more grateful for that.
But no matter how hard both men tried to hide and suppress how they felt, they were drawn to each other. Neither Shane nor Chris could deny to themselves their attraction to each other. Though neither man gave voice to how they felt, it was there in everything they did. The way they talked to each other sometimes, and the way they always looked forward to being together were clear indicators. What they didnât know was that sometimes when desires and emotions got suppressed for too long, they had a way of blowing up in peopleâs faces. The day it hit Shane and Chris, it hit them hard!
It was a Friday. Chris had taken the day off because apart from the fact that he wanted to rest, Shane had told him he was going to work from home. This time around, Chris had gotten to Shaneâs earlyâ¦
around ten a.m. with hot pastries from Alachino, an Italian pastry shop whose pastries were to die for.
After a lovely breakfast, both men retired to the patio to relax and talk about work, politics, and general stuff since there was no match on TV. Shane had obviously forgotten that heâd planned to work from home. When it was lunchtime, the cook served them a lavish meal on the patio which both men really enjoyed.
âThat was some good food.â Chris chuckled as they sat in the den after lunch. âYour cook is great, man.
I just might poach her.â
âDonât you even dare try, dude.â Shane laughed, taking a sip of his pineapple juice. âShe came highly recommended. And she never disappoints.â
âDonât say I didnât warn you,â Chris muttered, earning a growl from Shane.
âI WILL shoot you if you do that.â Shane placed emphasis on the word âwillâ making Chris burst into laughter. âLetâs see whether thereâs anything interesting on TV.â Shane muttered, reaching for the remote control. He kept flipping through the channels till he got to a channel where about five teenaged boys sat looking at two other boys playing a game of dominos.
Both Shane and Chris froze. Shane sat with the remote in his hand and his eyes stuck on the scene on the screen. Chris swallowed hard and turned to watch Shane.
âStill play?â Shaneâs voice was barely above a whisper. His eyes remained on the screen.
Chris saw how tense Shane was and wished for the millionth time that he could erase the past. âNo.â
He answered in a voice he could hardly tell was his own. Chris cleared his throat. âI havenât played inâ¦
a while.â He finished quietly.
Shane nodded and finally turned to look at Chris who was as white as a sheet. âYou okay?â Shane asked gruffly.
Chris swallowed thickly and nodded. âIâm fine.â He whispered.
But Chris wasnât fine. Dominos? That had been their thing. Anytime he heard that word, saw that game, or anything that looked like dominos, Chris thought of one personâ¦Nick! He still had the box of dominos Shane had left at his door the night heâd disappeared with his mother. Chris couldnât bring himself to get rid of the game though on different occasions heâd resolved to do just that. For about two straight years after the incident, Chris had held that box and cried himself to sleep every night.
That was reason enough for anyone to want to get rid of somethingâ¦right? But he hadnât been able to do it. Even as an adult, he always mourned as though someone was dead, whenever he saw that box.
But still, Chris couldnât bring himself to part with that box. Heâd gone as far as building a safe in his home just for that box of dominos. It was his only link with Nick Lewis.
So being reminded of that game and what they had shared, in the presence of none other than Shane himself, was not easy for Chris. He wanted to tell Shane to change the channel but didnât. After all, it was Shaneâs home and Shaneâs projector, right? He could watch whatever he felt like watching.
Besides, asking Shane to change the channel wouldnât be too wise as the other man might think he was deliberately trying to cover up his guilt. Chris, therefore, kept his eyes on the boys on the screen, congratulating himself on his outward calm because inside, he was a quivering mess.