Date: Fri, 1 Jul 2011 14:29:35 -0400
From: anyta sunday <anytasunday@googlemail.com>
Subject: Shane and Trey_Chapter Seventeen

Disclaimer: Story characters belong to the author, any resemblances to real
people are entirely coincidental.

Content Advisory: Adult situations, language, sexual references

Copyright, 2010, Anyta Sunday


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      Chapter Seventeen

"I love you, Shane."


His breath tangled with mine as I leaned in to kiss him. "Trey, I--"


Fingers covered my lips. "I don't want you to say it back right now. Don't
want there to be any obligation. Wait until you're ready and you mean it. I
just want you to know, I do. I really do, Shane." He let go of my mouth. I
heard the tremble in his voice. It warmed me. "I've felt it for a
while. There were moments when I wanted to shout it, it was so strong. Just
this week with the kids. The way you dealt with Jessie and Karl..."


Vivid in my mind was the look he'd given me when I'd turned around with
Paul. That something in his gaze I'd not been able to place--love? Love.


My insides flipped and my lips cracked from the biggest freaking smile I'd
ever given. Trey could see it too, because he traced it with his thumb.


Injected with, hell, one large dose of happiness, I snatched his thumb
lightly between my teeth and sucked the pad. Suggestively.


Trey laughed. "You know how good you are at that." He wriggled free of my
mouth, replacing his finger with a kiss. "But now let's get some shut eye,
so we can leave early tomorrow."


Early meant crack of dawn. Trey had barely slept, and, thanks to his arms
flying about whacking me, neither had I. But it meant we finished the walk
and drive back to his place by twelve. Light and dizzy (still from that
high), I'd said little the entire morning. Actually, I was sort of afraid
I'd do or say something stupid and Trey would realize he made a mistake
falling in love me. Silly? Yeah, well, it just felt like so much more was
at stake now.


"Hello?" Trey said, coming through the front door. No answer. He did a
quick scan of the rooms and shrugged. "Must be out."


I dropped my pack to the floor. "Can I grab something to drink?"


Trey smiled. "No need to ask, make yourself at home."


Filling up two glasses of water, I glanced at a cookbook lying on the
bench. Okay, I assumed it was a cookbook, because of the picture of pasta
and vegetables on the cover. Die italienische Küche. Funny how easy it was
to forget something like the fact Trey knew another language. I really had
to take more advantage of that.


I set the glasses down and flicked through the recipes. Never done this
with an English cookbook. I chuckled.


"What was that very cute sound for?" Trey pressed in behind me folding his
arms around my waist and nipping at my neck.


He reached for the book and flipped it shut. Then, with that quick spin of
his, I was facing him. "Curious--" I started, before Trey interrupted.


"You always are." He ground himself into me, making me hard. Okay, hard-er.


"You don't speak much German. Why not?"


"Haven't had the opportunity."


A glaze covered his eyes. His dreamy expression had me wishing I could
delve into his mind and read his thoughts. Feather light, I dragged my
fingers over his backside. The nylon hiking pants he wore allowing for
closer access. His breathing hitched, and I pressed a little harder. "What
are you thinking?" Our eyes met, his glazy-ness transformed to want. I did
that.


"I was thinking that when we travel, it just might come in--" He stopped
suddenly, cheeks flushing a sweet pink.


My tongue clucked against the roof of my mouth. Nothing intentional, it
just happened with the surprise. "You think about the future--our future?"
I hadn't meant it to come out the way it did, almost as an accusation. If I
could've taken it back and said it again, I would've let the wonder--the
joy come through.


"Sure." His body tensed. "Ah, don't you?"


Of course. I fantasize about being called Shane Brennan all the
time. Better not say that, though. Traveling together was one
thing. Marriage and kids?--something else. "Um, yeah." I nodded. "A bit."


He toyed a smile. "Like?"


I cast my gaze to the floor beside us, but Trey lifted my chin. His eyes
were so deep and warm. What would it be like to sink in them? "Well, I've
wondered things like where we'd--ah--room together after the year's over."
Actually, I'd run by quite a few rentals near enough to the campus that
would be within walking distance, but still in a nice enough area. Not
known for loud obnoxious street parties. I even had three `star' options I
imagined we'd apply for first. Yeah, perhaps I'd over-entertained my hopes.


"Well, it has to have a large enough shower. I hate the ones in the dorm. I
want to be able to stand properly in it. Okay?"


I nodded dumbly. Last night love. Now moving in together? Well, okay, we
already lived together, but still! Making plans so far ahead?


For a fraction of a second, a slither of fear curled my gut. I remembered
doing this with Ryan, too. What we'd do after high school. How we'd keep in
touch. Planning doesn't mean it will happen.


Didn't make the journey any less fun either. And right now, I was the
living definition of happiness. Forgetting all about the water, I pulled
him out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Trey grabbed his pack on the way
up, not letting go of my hand.


In his room, I shut the door while he dropped his pack next to the bed. The
curtains were drawn, but the sun, bright behind it, gave the room a grey
glow. I faced Trey, holding his upper arms to draw him to me. "I want to be
close to you--uh," I gulped down an excess of saliva, "that way."


Trey, with shaky confidence, breathed out, his warm breath brushing my
hair. "Good." His voice softened into a whisper. Shy, almost. "Because I
want to feel you inside me, Shane."


I hiccupped as I choked on my own breath. Then reddened. Partly embarrassed
for my reaction. But mostly with the nerves that overtook me.


He grabbed the hem of my polypro and tugged it to my navel. "Let's just
take it slow." I nodded and pulled off the top. Getting naked with him? No
problem. That I could do. (Certainly had enough practice over the last
week).


We both began to strip, eyeing each other as we did. Teasing a little,
too. Halfway through, Trey turned on some music. Started singing--none too
great, but at least he knew the words. And then came the dancing. Help. I'd
never seen him move that way before. He could really dance. I mean,
seriously. He popped and dropped in some full on jazz funk. And in only his
boxers, he made me soooo hard.


"Just for you, babe." He winked, before bashing his leg into the corner of
his bed. "Fuck!" Hopping up and down, he cursed some more. I couldn't help
but laugh. He scowled. "Where's the sympathetic cooing? Aren't you meant to
make me feel better?"


Something about the clumsiness made me relax. Like it was okay to fuck
up--that this didn't have to be perfect. Trey straightened, letting go of
his shin as though he felt the shift. In three steps I was in front of
him. And I believe, with a damn cocky smile on my face. "Sure, I'll make
you feel better." I splayed my fingers over his chest and urged him to the
bed.


"Oh, I like this." He landed on a heap of pillows, me on top straddling
him. His hands gripped at my waist, slipped up to my chest, shoulders. One
hand cupped the back of my neck, and pressing he guided me to his lips.


The kiss started out soft. Nothing we hadn't done before. Even when it
deepened I knew what to expect. But in a small pause, Trey looked at me,
serious. His eyes did not look clouded by lust, or admiration, or liking,
even. His gaze met mine like a contract. Like the next twist of our tongues
would be us signing an agreement.


To care, to respect, to be real.


With an urgency to it that made Trey tremble under me, I kissed him. Yes, I
care for you, and respect, and wish us both to keep it real. Will also show
you as best I can how much.


Our next shared look was a smile.


"Okay, babe, can you scootch over for a minute? I want to get--" I moved
one leg off him, nudging him gently where it counted on my way. A sexy
smile lit his face, prompting me to press the tip of my finger under his
balls. Anything to see that expression again. That whispered elation
and--hell yeah--horniness. Scratching lightly through the material, he
shuddered. "Lost my thought. Why did I want you off me?"


"No idea."


He sprung up, almost into an attack. Breathing hard, planting kisses sure
to leave me bruised. Bring it on.


Somehow we were both kneeling, middles jammed tight against each
other. Nipping my lips with his teeth, he mmmed. The humming vibration
making all the hairs on my body static. Sensitive.


Sitting back on his heels, he took a couple of breaths. I did the same,
looking at his long tight thighs. What next? I glanced at Trey and
internally shrugged--well here's to being myself. At least, I imagined this
would feel good. And that was what I wanted for my Trey. I bent down, and
licked a slow path up his inner thigh, reaching around and grabbing his
ass. "Take these off," I said, once I got the edge of his boxers.


Trey stood up on the bed, slightly rocky on his feet. I did the same and we
quickly got rid of those last scraps of material between us.


I ran an appreciative gaze over Trey's body. I loved how proud he held
himself. How he could be confident and assertive, and yet shy at the same
time, chewing on his lower lip. He eyed me up. His eyes crystallizing with
lust. Fantasy after fantasy almost projecting out of his head. Well, he
wasn't alone. `Cause baby. It may not happen first time round, but I intend
to rock your world.


Trey leaped off the bed. "Just a tick." He turned his back to me and began
rummaging through his pack. I rested my elbows on his shoulders, now
kneeling on the bed and looking over his shoulder.


He stepped back more so my erection rubbed against his back. When he turned
around he chucked a bottle of lube and a packet of condoms onto the
comforter. An excited, albeit nervous, rush sizzled through me. I let out a
heavy breath.


"You okay, babe?"


I nodded. "Ah-huh. Um...you nervous?"


"No. Yes." He paused, gathering his thoughts, while stroking
himself. "Well, I'm excited. I'm fucking turned on by you it hurts." A coy
expression. He glanced to the lube. "Okay, perhaps a little
anticipating"--he then stared at my hard cock--"that it might hurt." He
jerked a shoulder, brushing off what he'd just said like it didn't mean a
thing. "But, whatever. That's just the beginning...You?" His tone
softened. "How do you feel?"


I paused. Should I just nod, a quick awesome, now let's get on with it? I
didn't want talking about this to kill the moment. But then, hadn't we
promised to care, to respect, to be ourselves? "Ah, I'm, um, yeah, I'm
nervous. I want it to be good for you."


Trey breathed out. Was that relief? "Babe. Love. Sex is great, but,
honestly?" He reached out for me. One long stroke. Shudder. "The intimacy
thing," he moved his lips to my ears. Another stroke. Double shudder, "you
being as close to me as you can get? Hell. That's what's going to make this
amazing."


I took his free hand in mine and laced our fingers together, squeezing
slightly. Brought him towards me. Kissed him. "I want to see you."


Understanding, Trey positioned himself on his back on the bed, a pillow
under his hips. He parted his legs and my dick twitched in response. I was
on fire with lust. As he uncapped the lube, I rested a hand on his thigh
and met him with my tongue. He took my other hand dribbling two fingers
with lotion. I brought them to him, grounding gently, uncertainly, at his
ring. A moan and Trey moving against my fingers encouraged me--hell more
than that, I was hurting here! Knowing he liked it, I slid in a finger and
then two as I sucked him.


I looked up at Trey, guttural sounds escaping his partially opened mouth,
his eyes glassy, and hands combing my hair. My fingers moved harder,
faster. He tugged a bit, gasping. "Babe, much longer and I'm gonna..."


I gave a last suck and came up, withdrawing my fingers. He sat up and
handed me a condom. Once I'd slipped it on, he lathered me with lube. That
alone was enough to send me over the edge. Trey gave a knowing, and cheeky
grin. Lay down, and raised his backside to me. Those beautiful thighs
grazing against my hips. Again he chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes
excited, happy. He lifted his thigh high enough for me to kiss. Knowing,
probably by the way I stared at his lips, that was what I wanted.


Trey inhaled sharply as I slowly pressed into him, but he kept his eyes on
me, a smile on his face. I steadied. "You okay?"


"Yeah," he whispered. "Keep, ah, going."


I pushed deeper. Fully in, I stopped. "You still..."


He kept his gaze on mine, nodding slightly. "In so deep. Feels...good."


Unable to keep still any longer I thrust. His body answered mine, accepted
me, tight. Delicious. Trey's face melted, pleasure overtaking him. Seeing
that intensified the already fantastic feeling it was to be inside
him. This couldn't be more right. This feels fucking incredible. Yeah, but
this round I ain't gonna last long. My deep moan clashed with Trey's. I had
him grasped with a firm hand, stroking back and forth. "Ah, Trey," I
cried. "You feel...so damn...great."


"Oh, fuck, Shane." He squeezed his knees around my waist. "I'm there."


Hearing his low sexy voice grunting my name did it. With my next thrust I
came into him. And he, over my stomach and chest. Breathing hard, I removed
the condom, tied it up and threw it into the bin next to the bed. Then let
myself fall on top of him. Trey pushed the hair out of my face. I lifted
myself enough to look into his eyes. "Are you..." alright?


His yes came in form of the largest grin. "That was incredible. Damn." I
went to move off him--to lie at his side, but Trey restrained me. "Stay." I
heeded the command in his voice. (Whoa, it was hot!)


We held each other, until I thought Trey had fallen asleep. Again, I tried
to climb off him, but his arms locked me in place. "Nup. I like you right
where you are. In fact..." He shifted slightly. Oh, I got the point. Well,
felt it. Sure, I can go another round.


A loud bang had us both jolting into sitting positions. At the sound of
steps up the stairs, Trey relaxed. "They can never just shut the door. They
always have to slam it." He kissed me light and buttery. "Now, where were
we?"


Aunt Patricia's voice trailed up from the entrance. "Who was stupid enough
to leave a pack, right in the middle of the hall?" I jumped off Trey.


"Oh, that's mine." Where the heck were my boxers? I should've moved that
pack. Should've thought it would be hard for Patricia to get around.


"Hey, calm down, babe. It'll be taken care of. Besides, Ma and Pa are down
there with her."


Still, I felt insensitive not doing anything. Trey picked up on that,
because he chuckled and threw on his pair of underwear. "I'll get it for
you." And he walked out the door, just like that. Heat flooded to my face
as I imagined what his family would be thinking, seeing him in only his
briefs. They would have to know what they'd been up to.


I flopped on the bed, an elbow over my face until Trey came back. Dumped
the pack at the door and jumped on top of me. "Hmm, this way looks fun
too." His cheeky grin had me mirroring it. "But, unfortunately, it'll have
to wait. Pa suggested we all have lunch together. So," he got up, pulling
me with him, "we'd best shower."


One way-too-short-by-any-standard shower later (no way near enough play!
I'd remedy that in our next one), we sat ourselves around the dining
table. The head chair scraped across the wooden floorboards as Trey's mom
joined us. She gave us a brief smile. Actually, when she did that, she
almost seemed sweet. Trey's dad rested his hand over hers, and gave her a
slight nod. She swallowed and motioned the breads, crackers and cheeses
spread over the table. "Help yourselves."


I looked at Trey, whose face would have glowed in the dark. With an
enthusiastic, "Thanks, Ma!" he clutched my thigh under the table and
squeezed.


Aunt Patricia's nose twitched as she muttered something under her breath
and dumped a slab of bread on her plate. Her alcohol withdrawal, according
to Trey, made her more emotionally volatile. I felt uncomfortable around
her, in that I had no idea what to do or say.


"So, how was your camping trip?"


I answered Trey's dad with a summarized account. Then I pressed my thighs
against Trey's hand, as I said, "I just loved it. Really, really loved it."


We three men kept up the conversation throughout lunch, while Trey's mom
and Aunt slipped into a reflective and darker mood respectively.


Trey chatted in some detail with his dad about basketball. Not wanting to
disturb him, and thinking to help his mom, I stood up and piled the dirty
dishes together. When I took Aunt Patricia's plate, she almost snatched it
back out of my hand again. I rushed into the kitchen and placed them on the
bench.


"She's not always like this you know."


I twisted to face Trey's mom, and nodded. "Sure, I... it must be difficult
for her--I..." I didn't know what I was saying, or what I should be saying.


"It's partly the alcohol, but that was just another symptom in a long
list. She's been hurting badly for the last year, since her husband left
her. He couldn't handle her condition anymore. Thought he was still young
enough to start a new relationship. One with hope."


I shifted from one foot to the other. That was so
horrible. So...sad. "I'm...I'm sorry to hear that."


She opened the dishwasher and we both started to fill it. "It's been tough
on the family. It's hard. On Patricia. On me...On Trey."


A part of me wanted to tell her it wasn't only Patricia's condition that
was hard on him. But I bit my tongue and instead placed the cutlery in its
holder.


She sighed. "I've forgiven him for what happened. I've told him
that. But..." The dishwasher door clicked shut. "...I still find it hard to
show him. I noticed you looking at us, at Patricia and me. Wondering. I
know you care about him, and I feel we don't get on very well." She met my
gaze. Those were Trey's eyes. "You think me an awful mother, right? Well, I
know it. It just hurts looking at him sometimes. Reminding me of his part
to play in this family's misery. I try not to blame him." But I do,
lingered unspoken in the air.


Stunned at her open admission, I didn't know how to respond. What she said
was truthful and honest to a painfully brutal extent. Had she ever said
this directly to Trey? My heart lurched at the thought of it. It hurt me
for him hearing it. How must he have felt?


Trey came into the kitchen then, wrapping his arms around my waist and
resting his chin on my shoulder. "What's up?"


Um? Uncomfortable! "Ah--"


"We were just talking about Patricia," Trey's mom said, and left the
kitchen.


Trey stiffened behind me. "What about her, exactly?" he asked in a strained
voice, clutching me tighter.


I remembered his words fresh from yesterday, pleading me not to ask him
about what had happened. Trust me, yeah? "Just about how her husband left
her, Trey." A slither of guilt at the white lie had me holding my breath.


His arms slackened, and I exhaled.


"Come on." Trey tugged me out of the kitchen toward the stairs. "Let's
get--ah--cuddly again."


Oh, yeah, baby!


We raced up to his room where I jumped on him locking my legs around his
waist--jeez was that fun! His strong arms held me firmly, I leaned down to
meet his lips--


Beep-beep. Beep-beep. Beep-beep.


"Darn cell phone." I breathed the words on his lips, and disentangled
myself from him. I didn't get called often, usually just texts, so I was
curious more than anything who was ringing. Probably June, or Mom.


Beep-beep. I fished for the phone and scanned the ID. I didn't recognize
the number.


"Hello, Shane here."


"Hey, Shane, it's Lucas here." I stilled at his quiet, serious tone. What's
happened? Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom--my heart accelerated. "It's Syd's
Dad. He had a bad heart attack and was just flown from their farmhouse to
St. Warren's hospital."


"Oh, shit." Even though I despised the guy, I worried for Syd, how he was
taking this. Trey eyes widened in question as I sat on the edge of the
bed. He held my hand. "Is there something I can do?"


"Yes. My band had a gig on this weekend, and I'm a day and a half's drive
away. I'm on my way to him now, but I'm not going to be there as soon as
I'd like." I heard the tremble in Lucas's voice. "Look. Syd really needs
some support right now. He's gone to the hospital. His sisters and mom
won't be there until much later tonight. He hasn't spoken with the man for
a long time. I know this visit is hard for him, especially considering..."
Lucas's voice trailed off. But I remembered clearly him tracing his finger
over Syd's thigh. Where the fucker had thrown boiling water on him.


A combination of anger and concern rose in my gut. Even if I couldn't
understand why Syd was going to see him at all, I would be there for
him. Just give me an hour. "I'm going now. Does he need anything?"


"Just your love man. Be anything and everything he needs you to be until
I'm there."