Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
He wanted Shane there in his bed too. Wanted to show him LA. Wanted to take turns fucking each other all damn night.
“Didn’t think it’d be this hard.” He pushed the cock inside himself and pulled it out again. “Lived twelve years without you here and now it doesn’t feel like home without you.”
“Oh fuck.” Van couldn’t hold it back anymore. His heart burst through his chest at the same time his balls let go and a stream of hot, sticky come shot from his prick. Shane didn’t typically say stuff like that. He held himself back more, and Van knew it was because he didn’t see how they could last and he didn’t want to get hurt, but when he said shit like that? Van always lost his damn mind.
“Shit, already?” Shane said with a smirk, still owning his own hole.
“What do you expect when you say stuff like that to me? Gets me in the chest and the dick at the same time. Make yourself come for me, Shane.”
So Shane did. He played with his balls, rubbed his dick as he kept fucking his ass. Van told him how sexy he was, how much he wanted to record him, take pictures and hang them in galleries so everyone could see what was his. That people would come from miles around to see his pretty hole and thick cock. “They’d beg for it, Shane. Beg to be there when you come.”
“Oh fuck.” Come spurt from his tip, hit his stomach and ran down his cock as Shane kept fucking, kept jerking.
“I’d tease them, tell them they could look but not touch, because you’re mine, and only I get to see your eyes roll back and forehead sweat and all that thick fucking jizz when you come.”
He shot again, called Van’s name and then collapsed against the bed. “Always gets you when I talk like that,” Van said.
“Turns me on to think of someone seeing me, wanting me, even though it’s just a fantasy. Only want to be seen by you.”
They’d talked about it before. Shane didn’t want to put on a show for anyone other than Van but he liked to play with the idea. Liked to pretend people were watching, or know there was something out there people could see.
Shane pulled the dildo out and Van watched his hole close up.
“You should be here to lick the mess off me.” Shane winked at him.
“I miss your come.”
“I miss yours too.”
“I miss you,” Van told him.
“I miss you too. Christ, I still don’t know how this happened.”
Van didn’t either. “Come see me, Shane. Please.”
Shane sighed. “I can’t. You know I can’t.”
“No, I don’t. There are people who would help.”
“I can’t,” Shane said again. He sat up and Van knew that just like every other time, the conversation was over.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Two weeks later
“Motherfucker,” Shane growled as the tool fell from his hand. He had been like that all day—pissy and moody. If he were being honest, he’d admit it had been a lot longer than all day.
He picked up his wrench just as a shadow moved over him.
“You good?” Ryan asked as Shane pushed to his feet.
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be good?”
“Because you’re lonely. Because you miss Van.” Ryan shrugged. “I know what lonely looks like.”
Yeah, Shane didn’t know why but he had a feeling Ryan did. He groaned, walked over and leaned against the car. “I didn’t expect it to be so hard. Hell, we only spent a few weeks together.” He shook his head. Sitting around and complaining about it wouldn’t change anything. His life was here, Van’s was in Los Angeles. “Anyway, I’m sure you don’t want to do this. Hear me whine about some guy like a lovesick teenager. But I want you to know I’m always here if you want to talk. Whatever it is. I’m here.”
Ryan hadn’t ever mentioned being lonely before. He kept tight-lipped about his past.
“Aww. Look at us. We’ve somehow become besties,” Ryan teased.
“We have.” Shane grinned. Ryan was likely the best friend he had here.
Ryan nodded toward the car. “Come on. Let’s get your mind off men and onto cars. Engines are a whole lot easier to deal with than people.”
“You can say that again,” Shane replied and then the two of them got to work. Still, his mind stayed with Van most of the day. Thought about what Van asked him once or twice a week—“Come see me.” It wasn’t that Shane didn’t want to. Christ, he really fucking wanted it, but he couldn’t.
They finished out their work day and locked up the shop.
When they were on their way out, Ryan said, “I’m not trying to put pressure on you for anything, but if you need me for anything—extra time at the shop, helping with your mom…anything, I’m good for it.”