Fear - 9

"It's… nice," Shawn said hesitantly as he looked around the inside of the trailer.

"Such enthusiasm," Jared muttered from behind him. "Beats the hell out of that damned motel room. Right?" When Shawn just nodded, Jared put a hand on his shoulder to turn him around. "Right?"

"Right," Shawn replied quickly. "Much better than that."

They were in the living room, which was large enough for a sofa and a table with chairs. The kitchen was on one side of the short hall that led to the bedroom. The bathroom and a closet were opposite the kitchen. Peeking into the bathroom, he saw it contained a sink, toilet, and a minuscule shower. The bedroom was almost as big as the living room—a dresser on one wall and the bed on the other with barely enough room to squeeze between them.

"Really, it's not too bad at all," he told Jared when he'd finished exploring, realizing that with a bit of work it could actually be a nice place to live.

"Told you," Jared said with a grin. "All it needs is you cleaning it up some. And we have to go shopping for real food. But first"—he put his hands on Shawn's shoulders and began steering him to the bedroom—"we have to make up for lost time."

Shawn's pulse raced when Jared said that. In spite of all their problems, there was one thing where they generally meshed well and that was sex. He sometimes thought if they could spend all their time together in bed then there'd be no drinking, no fights, no troubles between them at all. If wishes were horses…

As always, Shawn undressed first while Jared watched with lust-filled eyes. Then he made a production of undressing Jared before kneeling in front of him. Jared liked a good blow job for starters and Shawn was more than willing to give it to him. He loved doing that because it turned him on as much as it did Jared. Once his lover was good and hard, things could go one of two ways. The sex might be sweet and gentle if Jared was in a very good mood. Otherwise it was often hard, fast, and sometimes rough. Still, in the end, they were both satisfied and would usually lie together afterwards with Shawn's head on Jared's shoulder, their arms around each other, until one or both of them fell asleep.

This time it was not gentle. To Shawn, it seemed as if Jared was putting all his pent-up need into making Shawn feel like a receptacle and nothing more. I suppose at least it proves he wasn't messing around with anyone else while we were apart.

Shawn crawled off the bed to get dressed. He'd barely gotten his jeans on when Jared was behind him, pulling him tightly to his chest as he whispered, "I missed you, baby. I really did. I'm sorry I was so rough. Forgive me?"

And of course, Shawn did—as always.