Defined By Deceit

“Fuck, Llewell! I’m ‘bout to come.” Shane’s legs trembled around him.

“Yes. Now, baby.”

Shane’s back arched erotically and a split second later Llew felt the heat spread between them. Llew was done for. He knew he was there. He pushed in and stilled; both of them yelling their release loud enough to wake whoever may have been asleep next door. “Augh god. Shane.” Llew milked his dick inside Shane’s heat, his stomach slick and sticky from the cum Shane had sprayed between them. They collapsed against each other both of them winded and sated. Llew peppered kisses on Shane’s forehead, his cheek, his eyes. He brushed his lips back and forth over Shane’s open mouth speaking against his labored breaths. “Thank you. Thank you so much. You are… you are….” What was another word for everything?

“So are you.” Shane smiled, kissing Llew back. They watched each other again, which was starting to become a very expressive habit of theirs. So much could be communicated through looks; things they couldn’t express with words. Shane smoothed his hand down Llew’s cheek, digging his fingers into the length of hair on his chin. Llew watched Shane like he was a gift sent to him from god.

“Your eyes say things I may never hear from you, Llewell,” Shane whispered in the darkness.

“You’ll hear them.” After a few more moments, Llew finally broke the eye contact and reached over to turn off the lamp. That was enough for tonight. They couldn’t possibly say what was on the tips of their tongues. There was time for that… hopefully. He pulled Shane’s back against his chest, burying his nose in the silky hair at the back of his head. Llew closed his eyes—and even though he was in a bed—he slept peacefully for the first time in more than eight years.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Shane’s phone rang too loudly the next morning; interrupting him from one of the best sleeps he’d ever had. Llew’s heavy arm was still around his middle and he could feel his hot breath on his neck. The phone rang again and Shane wanted to kill whoever was on the other end. He moved as little as possible and snatched the phone off the nightstand, noting that it was just a little after five in the morning. Goddamnit.

“Jack, what the hell do you want?” Shane hissed into the phone.

“Well good morning to you too, sunshine. I didn’t interrupt anything did I?” Jack laughed loudly. Shane had always hated how damn chipper Jack was in the morning. True, they were used to getting up at the butt crack of dawn, but their class wasn’t until seven. Sleeping in never killed anyone.

“Is this why you called?” Shane said, groggily.

“No. I wanted to see if you wanted to get a run in before the class but I guess you’ve had enough of a workout, huh?” Jack laughed again, so hard this time that he snorted annoyingly. He really was cracking his own self up this morning, but Shane wouldn’t entertain him this time.

“Run with the cows, I’m sleeping in.”

Jack was still laughing and trying to talk in between snorts. “Tell Llew I said, way to go big gu—” Shane pushed the end call button, cutting him off in the middle of another silly joke. He nestled back into Llew’s large chest.

“I heard that,” Llew said, from behind him. His voice sounded like Vin Diesel’s in the morning.

“Ignore him. He’s special.” Shane yawned, and rolled over so he could face Llew. “We thought he’d grow out of his immaturity handicap, but we were wrong.”

Llew laughed and pulled Shane closer, draping a heavy thigh over his hip, his hard, thick cock poking him in his leg.

“That’s some hardware you got there.” Shane grinned against Llew’s pec, ducking down to lick at his nipples.

“Mmmm, feels good. Seems to get that way around you,” Llew said, in that rough tone.

“Well then. I guess it’s my responsibility to take care of it.” Shane nipped and pulled at Llew’s tight buds some more before reaching over for the supplies.

Llew stopped him before he tore open the condom. “You’re not sore, Shane?”

Shane looked up at Llew, refusing to lie and say “Hell no,” because his ass was actually sore as fuck. Llew wasn’t a small man, and his cock was proportionate to his size, but Shane wanted him again; tender ass or not.

“Uh huh. Like I thought.” Llew took the condom and lube from him and put them back on the nightstand.

“I want you. I need more,” Shane whispered.

Llew ran his fingers through Shane’s bed tousled hair, leaning in to kiss him teasingly. He scrubbed his beard playfully over Shane’s cheek, making him laugh and push him off.

“Stop trying to distract me.” Shane wrapped Llew’s cock in a tight fist and began to stroke him while staring into his eyes.