Fear - 65

Shawn looked at Gene, aware, suddenly, that all he was wearing was a pair of sweatpants. He licked his lips, his gaze homing in on Gene's torso. It wasn't muscular the way Jared's had been, a fact he found somewhat reassuring. He didn't need the kind of memories that would have brought on.

He began to lightly trace the well defined lines of bone and muscle, running his fingers over Gene's rib cage.

Gene hissed in a laugh. "Ticklish there."

"Oh really?" Shawn's eyes took on a devilish glow. "And here?" He ran the tips of his fingers lightly up Gene's sides to his armpits.

"Shawn," Gene cautioned, grabbing his wrists loosely to stop him. "If you keep that up I'll be…"

"Really turned on?" Shawn looked down at the rapidly growing tent in the front of Gene's sweats. "And if I do this?" Using Gene's hold on him as leverage, he leaned in, running his tongue around each nipple. When Gene groaned, Shawn licked and sucked each one.

Suddenly he was on his back with Gene's mouth capturing his in a heated kiss. For a split second he panicked, trying to fight him, then he gave in, returning the kiss as given, with need and hunger.

"You're a little demon," Gene growled, breaking the kiss. With one smooth movement he sat back on his heels and pulled the too large shirt up over Shawn's head, tossing it to the floor. "A cute one, but still a demon." He circled one finger around each nipple then took one between his fingertips, teasing it into a hard bud, following suit with the other one.

Shawn felt a rush of desire that went straight to his cock. He gasped when Gene slid his hand under the waistband of his jeans, wrapping it around his rapidly swelling member.

Gene looked down at him, amusement and lust in his gaze. "I suppose you want more?"

"Hell yes," Shawn managed to get out, followed by another gasp. "Please," he moaned.

"I could be persuaded to, for a kiss."

Shawn sat up enough to wrap his arms around Gene's neck, going in for a kiss and an exploration of his mouth that had both of them groaning.

"Now let's get you out of those damned pants." Gene took hold of the waistband, flipping the button open, unzipping, and pulling them down and off with Shawn's eager assistance. "Question before we go any further, are you a top or a bottom?"

Shawn kept his anger hidden as he replied, "What do you think?"

Leaning back, Gene studied him as if contemplating his reply. "I think you've always bottomed. But was it by choice or necessity?"