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He only had the time to hang his coat that someone knocked at the door. Pushing his chestnut hair out of his face, he smiles, knowing exactly to whom that sloppy heavy knock belongs, and he's expecting him.
"Well, Shane, hello, didn't expect you so early in the evening." James says with a giant grin on his impeccable face, inviting the disheveled man in.
With a faint 'hi', Shane walks in the farmhouse before letting himself fall on the couch.
"Rough day?" James continues, knowing fully well it had been rotten.
"Can say that again." Shane replies, rubbing his tired green eyes. "Received yer text. What d'ya wanna talk about?"
His voice sounds almost worried. A text from your boyfriend telling you they had 'things to gloss over', - whatever 'gloss over' means, Shane thought at the time - is never a good thing. And Shane knew from the start that nothing good was to last in his hands.
"Ok, first, you need to relax." James hands him a glass of whiskey from his most expensive bottle -A departure gift from his executive days-, and sits down as close to him as possible. "Then, why don't you talk to me about your day?" He asks, his grin deepening, twirling the ice in the glass.
Shane blinks repeatedly, then let himself deeper in the couch, surrounded by James' warm perfume. It was a mystery how this new found farmer was still smelling of fresh cologne after a day on the field. "What d'ya want me to say? I stacked cans n shit. Morris was all over my ass. Sam was all over my ears…" He winces as he sips on the whiskey. "Average day in this hellhole." He gestures vaguely in front of him, before catching James deep blue eyes staring at him. "Fuck I know that look." Shane chortles. "With that dumbass grin of yours."
"You love it." James leans closer, softly nibbling on Shane's ear who starts shivering.
"Is that what yer text was? A booty call?" Shane says sternly, still melting under James' lips.
"No. We still have things to discuss." James' warm breath brushes Shane's ears. He adds, whispering. "Feels someone needs a stern talking to."
"What?"
"On your knees." James orders.
After a full shift at Joja Mart, Shane would most likely tell anyone else to fuck right off. but fuck this tall smug prick from the city had him in a tight fist.
"So it is a booty-call ya dickhead." The older one laughs, putting his glass down on the coffee table, licking his lips.
James grins again, making himself comfortable on the deep couch, purposefully pointing down between his legs. "On. Your. Knees."
Shane gulps. What a demanding prick. Once in between James' legs, clad with his stupid designer's trousers, he looks up, a smirk on his unshaven face. "Ya been wantin this all day?"
"I'll do the talking from now, hm?" James replies, unbuckling his leather belt, sliding down his trousers, his length already throbbing against his boxer.
"You're already so fuc-"
"I said I'll do the talking, Shane. Get to it."
James' grin is still there, but his eyes are now somber. If Shane didn't know better, he'd think he was in trouble. Well. He is in trouble… Feeling his own crotch softly twitching, Shane sighs, taking James in his hand, over the cloth. "Yoba you're hard as fuck."
"I still hear your annoying grouchy voice." James whines. "Get your mouth full."
Snickering, Shane slides the boxer down, his boyfriend's girth finally free to spread his pre cum on his perfectly groomed happy trail.
A long satisfied sigh escapes James' grin when Shane's warm mouth surrounds him, slowly getting used to his girth, his length, reaching the back of his throat. "Now." James starts, fisting Shane's dark locks. "Do you remember about two nights ago?" He pushes Shane's head down as he tries to lift it to answer. "Nod. I don't need to hear you." Shane tries to nod, in between choking noises. "These noises are allowed." James smirks, his head falling backward on the couch's seat. He takes a deep breath in, softly moving his hips for his length to meet Shane's throat. "I picked you up at the Saloon right?" Shane nods again, tears rolling down his cheeks as James presses him against his curls. He hears him struggling to breathe through his nose. "Patience little bird, it's almost over." He laughs. "Fuck that mouth of yours really is something."
Shane groans at the praise, his hands digging into James' thighs, drool and saliva all over his face, James' throbbing cock bullying his throat. Where is he going with his dumbass questions. Two nights ago? Two nights ago Shane got drunk and James walked him back to his house. Why the third degree. That happens every damn week.
James softly sighs, feeling his sac tightening at Shane's excellent work. "I carried your sorry ass. Do you remember?" Shane nods. "Good boy." James smirks again, knowing this was infuriating his frowning boyfriend. And like he predicted, Shane tries to remove himself from his slobbering cock. But James holds him in place. "Careful. We're only getting to the real stuff." He laughs. "Remember what you said? I put your arm around my neck… Oh fuck… I put your arm around my neck…Don't stop, Shane. I told you, we're only getting to the real stuff." James' grip on Shane's skull becomes tighter. "You told me to fuck off."
Shane tries to lift his head, to free himself from his hand and his musky cock. Is that why he's having such a stink? Cause he told him to fuck off? Shit, that's the first thing he ever said to this dickhead and that didn't stop him from coming back for more.
"I see you're confused, little bird." James laughs, softening his grip, making Shane believe he's about to be free.
But as quickly, James strengthens his grasp and pushes Shane down to his curls, hearing his moans, choking, gargling. "You called me 'Sterl', Shane. Do you remember that?"
He releases Shane's head, cumming over his befuddled face, dripping on his chin and neck as he struggles to catch his breath.
Fuck.
Oh.
Now he knows he fucked up.
"James, I-" Shane coughs up, drool and cum at the corner of his lips.
Slithering out of his pants, James stands up, grabbing Shane by the collar to lift him up. Surprisingly, Shane puts up a weak fight, letting himself almost carried towards the bedroom to be thrown on the bed. "'Sterl'" James repeats. "Your little fuck buddy from East Scarp, is that right?" His voice is soft, tainted with dark jealousy, and still singing from his darn grin. "When you sucked me off just now, you were looking at his pretty blue eyes? Is that so?"
"Fuck James I was drunk!"
"Right you were, hence why I waited so long." Despite the threat in his tone, James slowly undresses Shane throwing his clothes on the floor, applying his lips on his skin. "I want the lesson to sink in." He starts baring his teeth, pushing Shane now half naked on his back. "I believe it will sink in."
Shane shivers, receiving James' teeth on his shoulder. "James…fuck…" He arches, his own throbbing cock trapped under the painful zipper of his shorts. "What are ya doin…"
"Making sure people know you are mine." James replies in a growl, biting Shane's chest, his hands pushing Shane's arms in the mattress. "Making sure Sterling knows you're mine." He sits up. "Get rid of those."
Shane obliges, grumbling nonetheless. "Was fuckin drunk, doesn't mean a thing."
"I'll make it mean a thing." James pulls Shane's hair to him, catching his lips with his, promptly opening his mouth to attack his tongue, his hand on the back of Shane's neck to push him into his lips, swallowing each of his breaths. When he finally pulls away, Shane looks dazed, his tongue out, wanting more, blush veiling his red cheeks. "You're thinking about him, right?"
"No!" Shane pleads with a high voice surprising himself.
James grins, immensely pleased. He grabs Shane again, pushing him on his back, his legs raised against his chest. "If only Sterling could see you right now, my little bird. What would he say? Hm?" He watches Shane jumps as his fingers play between his cheeks. "Look at you, all out of breath, covered in spit and my cum. Begging for my cock."
"James you… little fucker." Shane looks away, softly sighing at the sensation of James' slender fingers inside him, knowing the wants can be read in his eyes.
"Why are you looking away? Are my blue eyes not as pretty as Sterling's?" James teases, inserting another finger slowly.
"Fuckin let it go."
"Oh! I don't think so." James laughs, bringing Shane to him again. "Spit." He commands, presenting him his newly raised cock.
And Shane obliges, Shane obeys, shamelessly. He tries to place himself back on the bed.
"Oh no. Absolutely not." James grabs him with impressive ease, sitting on the side of the bed, bringing Shane to his lap. "See that mirror there?" He smiles, waving. "I'm going to show you as well who you belong to."
Shane groans, watching himself on James' lap, his chestnut haired girth raised toward him. He looks ridiculous. Fuck, even more so in James' arms. This dumbass had nothing to do with someone like Shane, why did he want to mark him.
"Look at yourself." James holds Shane's chin straight to the mirror, and lifts him. Soon Shane gasps, wincing softly, slowly receiving James in his warmth. They both swear in a sigh before James reopens his eyes. "Look at you."
"I fuckin am." And I look fucking daft.
"Yoba you're beautiful." James whispers, helping Shane up and down his length. "And you're mine." He punctuates with sinking his teeth into Shane's flesh, sucking, biting, raising the blood in his mouth to mark his neck, his shoulders, everything he can reach, all the while swaying inside him, watching him pant, drool, his eyes roll, watching him being his. Shane hard girth starts bouncing on his stomach as James accelerates. "Fuck look at you." James marvels, a large grin on his handsome face. "Come on, cum for me."
Shane watches James' cock bullying his insides, his balls slapping him at each hip thrusts. Yoba this handsome man is inside him, claiming him. His collar is covered with bites and bruises, dry cum on his chin mixing with the drool James makes him lose, drunk on his cock. And with a triumphant laugh from James, Shane explodes, covering his stomach, his chest, sputtering, bobbing up and down on James without controlling anything, whimpering. "J-James…"
"That's it, my name. Mine." James continues the teasing, thrusting harder. "Mine." He repeats behind gritted teeth. "You're a mess." He says, kissing Shane's neck. "Nobody else would want you now." He laughs, watching Shane completely losing it, his own cum on his chest sliding to his stomach. "What would Sterling say if he saw you right now, mh? If he saw you cumming over and over on my own cock?"
This shouldn't raise anything into Shane but…Fuck it does. "James… F-fuckin drop it…" He manages to say, his head falling back on James' shoulder, finding the crook of his neck. "Drop it." He whispers before James catches his lips.
James' strong legs continue their work, making Shane's thighs ripple, and Shane moans into his mouth. He grabs his lips with his teeth, clenching as his hips stutter, filling Shane up before falling back on the bed, receiving Shane on his chest.
"Shit James I'm sorry ok?" Shane finally says, out of breath.
"Oh, my precious little bird. You think you're out of the woods?" James smirks. "I'm not done with you."
Shane knew already he'd fucked up, but this was going to last the whole night if needed.