UNBREAKABLE BOND

Chapter 14: Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis~ There's no love like the first… Spending time!

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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 Shane’s 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 Shane’s sexy lips, he’d

had to physically excuse himself from the room in order to compose himself.

He’d not felt that level of physical attraction in his entire life and that bothered Chris immensely as he

wasn’t gay and didn’t 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 ‘emergency booty calls’.

But what terrified Chris, even more, was that he always chickened out in the end because suddenly, he

couldn’t stand the thought of being intimate with any of the ladies. One thing became crystal clear to

Chris… He wanted Shane Lewis like he’d never wanted anyone. It was a realization that terrified the

life out of Chris! To make matters worse Chris didn’t 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 Chris’

captivating eyes and trim body would come into focus. Chris exuded a powerful sexual magnetism that

made Shane’s insides quiver, made him burn with desire.

The thought of nibbling on that lush lower lip of Chris’ 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 Chris’ gaze on him on more than one occasion.

There were times he’d caught Chris watching him with so much lust in his captivating grey eyes,

Shane’s breath hitched in his throat. Other times, Chris’ eyes gave nothing away.

Shane was however grateful he hadn’t made a fool of himself since he’d started hanging out with Chris.

It hadn’t been easy ignoring that strong sexual pull. Sometimes it was so intense Shane thought he

would break and do the unthinkable but he’d 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 he’d 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

didn’t know was that sometimes when desires and emotions got suppressed for too long, they had a

way of blowing up in people’s 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 Shane’s early…

around ten a.m. with hot pastries from Alachino, an Italian pastry shop whose pastries were to die for.

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stuff since there was no match on TV. Shane had obviously forgotten that he’d planned to work from

home. When it was lunchtime, the cook served them a lavish meal on the patio which both men really

enjoyed.

“That was some good food.” Chris chuckled as they sat in the den after lunch. “Your cook is great, man.

I just might poach her.”

“Don’t you even dare try, dude.” Shane laughed, taking a sip of his pineapple juice. “She came highly

recommended. And she never disappoints.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Chris muttered, earning a growl from Shane.

“I WILL shoot you if you do that.” Shane placed emphasis on the word ‘will’ making Chris burst into

laughter. “Let’s see whether there’s anything interesting on TV.” 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.

“Still play?” Shane’s 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. “No.”

He answered in a voice he could hardly tell was his own. Chris cleared his throat. “I haven’t played in…

a while.” He finished quietly.

Shane nodded and finally turned to look at Chris who was as white as a sheet. “You okay?” Shane

asked gruffly.

Chris swallowed thickly and nodded. “I’m fine.” He whispered.

But Chris wasn’t 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 person…Nick! He still had the box of

dominos Shane had left at his door the night he’d disappeared with his mother. Chris couldn’t bring

himself to get rid of the game though on different occasions he’d 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 something…right? But he hadn’t 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 couldn’t bring himself to part with that box. He’d 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 didn’t. After all, it

was Shane’s home and Shane’s projector, right? He could watch whatever he felt like watching.

Besides, asking Shane to change the channel wouldn’t 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.