Page 148 of Voices

We make our way up to his room and while he’s digging through his bag, I spread out on his super soft king-size bed.

“Oh no you don’t,” Shane chuckles as he lands next to me with a bounce. “You can’t go to sleep after we said we’ll watch a movie with them.”

I have to focus really hard to get one eye to open. He’s lying on his stomach, looking down at me, his sexy grin on display. I reach up and lazily trace over his plush lips. He presses a kiss tomy finger and then leans down for a toe-curling kiss. His tongue explores my mouth as his hand skates over my thigh and lands on my hardening dick. He strokes me over my jeans a few times then slowly opens the button and pulls the zipper down. His warm hand wraps around my rock-hard length. He continues ravaging my mouth as his hand brings me close to the edge.

He kisses his way down my throat, pulling back to yank my shirt over my head, then continues a wet path down my stomach. When he reaches my dick, he looks up at me and smiles before taking all of me in his mouth. His nose hits my trimmed hair as he swallows around me making me cry out.

“I’m-I’m going to come. Oh shiiit, Shane!”

He pulls off, laughing when I whine in protest. “Don’t worry baby, I’ve got you.”

He pushes my legs back and circles my rim with his tongue before pushing in. I mewl at the feel of his tongue inside me. His finger joins his tongue, driving me crazy. Moving back to my cock, he bobs up and down while pumping me with two fingers. My breathing picks up as he finds my prostate and rubs it over and over until I’m spilling down his throat.

He sucks everything I have out of me before sitting up and pulling himself from his jeans. He leans over me as he pumps his cock, only needing a few strokes until he’s spraying my stomach with warm sticky cum.

“Fuck, that was good.” He steals another kiss before landing next to me on his back. Our panting fills the otherwise quiet room.

“I don’t know if I can walk,” I say sleepily. “How am I supposed to get downstairs and then stay awake for the movie?”

His warm laugh breaks up our heavy breathing. “We don’t have to watch the movie. I was just messing with you.”

I roll to my side and sit up on my arm. “I don’t want to be rude. They miss you and want to spend time with you. You shouldn’t be spending it with me up here.”

He opens his eyes and tilts his head. “Baby, I want to spend every second of every day with you. Yeah, I miss my family, but I also know that they wouldn’t care if I chose to do something with you over doing something as simple as watching a movie with them.” He reaches up to tuck my hair behind my ear. “We’re here for two weeks. Believe me, we’ll be doing so much stuff with them that you’ll be counting down the days until we leave.”

“I doubt that,” I chuckle.

He rolls us so I’m under him. “Okay so maybe that’s exaggerating a little. But just know that my mom has a full list of Christmas shit she wants to do.” He pauses, looking at me thoughtfully. “You deserve to be loved, Charlie. You don’t have to put my happiness over yours. If you’d rather stay up here and watch something together instead of watching some boring Christmas movie with my parents, just say it. They won’t mind.”

I chew my bottom lip and decide we should go watch the movie with his parents. We walk hand in hand down to the basement where a huge sectional couch lines the walls facing a massive TV.

“Hey boys,” his dad greets us, “I have three movies to choose from. National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, The Night Before, or Christmas with the Kranks.”

I’ve only seen the first one, so I look at Shane to choose.

“Looks like we’re going for comedy tonight. Chevy Chase, Seth Rogan, or Tim Allen. Which one, baby?”

I look at the three movies on the screen. “Umm, Seth is funny.”

“The Night Before it is,” his dad says from his spot opposite us.

Shane sits in the corner with his feet towards the TV and pats his legs. I lay on my side facing the TV with my head on his lap. I’m hoping the movie will keep me awake long enough to not be impolite. But I barely get ten minutes into the movie before my eyes refuse to open after a long blink.

“Merry Christmas, boy...”

“I think it’s time for my Christmas present…”

“On your knees!”

“No p-please...”

“Shut up!” Smack. “Now open that pretty mouth before I do it for you…”

“No!” I shoot up to a sitting position ready to fendhimoff. My heart is beating faster than it ever has before. It takes a few hard blinks to clear his evil face from my vision.

I run a hand down my sweaty face and blow out a breath. Why can’t these fucking nightmares just stop? I don’t even know what triggers them anymore. It used to be when I knew I was going to see him. But now it’s happening whenever my fucked-up mind feels like it.

I look around Shane’s dark room and spot the time glowing on his alarm clock. Four thirty AM. Fuck.

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