byflame (byflame) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2020-08-30 01:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | #april 2018, reza, reza x shane, shane |
Who: Reza & Shane
Where: Firelight
When: Saturday, April 7th
Status: Complete
Warning: NSFW
Shane had been pretty happy to see Jane again but of course she hadn't let that last more than a minute before she gave him the news. AIR was back. Fucking AIR was back and as much as he'd want to just mosey on back to Point Pleasant, burn down the building and call it day it was a lot more nuanced than that. There could be kids in there for one, he didn't know the new layout, he had no idea what the operation was like this time around and she'd said something about experiments on the whole town. All Shane really knew was that he had to go back, join the misfits and fight. Of course a part of him wanted to ignore it and stay in Chicago but aside from Jane's (joking?) threats of haunting him forever if he didn't show - threats he wasn't particularly worried about - he felt compelled to go.
There was no immediate problem with it, not really. He needed a break from the night life anyway, it might be good to leave the city for a little time and do something actually productive, have something new to do. There was just... and he was loath to admit it. But there was Reza.
He was meeting Reza tonight, having invited him to another party and he had every intention of just enjoying himself and getting the most out of his last couple of weeks in Chicago. That's what he'd done the last couple of times they'd met up, compartmentalized everything. He might be sick of Reza in two weeks anyway so why fret about it? Only... Two weeks became one and he felt restless and frustrated knowing he was leaving and maybe never seeing him again and what the fuck was that anyway?
He was a little drunk already by the time he spotted Reza arriving in the VIP lounge and immediately got up to go meet him. He didn't really want to stay, he'd had a fight with Manny about his sudden departure - or more accurately the not knowing for how long aspect of it - and his frustration was running through him like electric currents, making him jittery and tense. Reza looked good enough to eat but that didn't make this easier. Shane half hoped seeing him wouldn't spark anything in him this time around but he was shit out of luck.
Reza hadn’t turned down a single opportunity yet to see Shane. Some of his friends had told him how stupid he was, that he had to play the game and not be so available, which was exactly the advice he would’ve given someone else in his position. But Reza couldn’t bring himself to do it. Shane seemed like a flighty guy by nature, prone to losing interest and disappearing, and damn if Reza wasn’t hooked on him and greedy to get as much as he could before the inevitable happened. He knew he was setting himself up for some hurt later, but fuck if it didn’t seem worth every second now.
So he’d agreed without hesitation to come to Firelight to hang out with Shane that night. Reza got a haircut earlier in the day so his fade was sharp, his eyebrows were threaded, he was looking good in some dark colors and a sapphire blue silk jacket. He greeted the bouncer with a pat on one thick arm, and headed inside and toward the VIP area where he and Shane usually met up. Reza half-smiled when he saw that lovely body headed toward him, but the expression stalled out a bit as he took in the look on Shane’s face. “Hey,” he greeted a bit cautiously.
"You're a sight for sore eyes," Shane said loud enough to be heard as he hugged him, clutching him like a lifeline for a few seconds. "I know you just got here but do you wanna get the fuck out of here?" he asked before pulling back, studying Reza's face. He normally liked hanging out at the club but tonight it just felt noisy and intrusive and everyone was so fucking straight. Everyone but Reza and he wanted to magically teleport them outside the club, to some nice little diner or the car or anywhere that wasn't so full of people and noise. Manny's irritation with him felt like it hung in the air too, even if he wasn't anywhere near them. It was just bad vibes all around and Reza was the breath of fresh air he needed.
Reza hugged him back, his eyes widening over Shane’s shoulder for a second. That definitely hadn’t been the greeting he was expecting, and it didn’t take a genius to see that something was wrong. Reza had never seen Shane any sort of upset, but it was practically radiating off of him. “Sure, of course,” he answered with a nod. Reza didn’t give a shit about the club, he’d been there a hundred times. He was there for Shane, and if Shane wanted to leave then Reza was down. “Come on, tell me what’s up outside.” Reza took his hand and turned to walk right back toward the door.
Reza wasn't the type to whine about how he wanted to party like some other people Shane knew, but he was still relieved when he agreed so quickly, his mood already improving by the time they stepped outside. It was a cold night but that was a little sobering so Shane didn't mind. "You look good," he murmured as they walked away from the door and he turned to walk backwards to take in the sight of Reza. He always looked good of course but it was still worth pointing out. He looked sharp, edible but a little worried so Shane gave him a little grin. "I just needed to get out of there," he said reassuringly. "Sorry you put on your Saturday dancing suit for nothing. You can still show off." He was a little amused when he noticed the shade of Reza's jacket was similar to his own shirt, like they'd decided to match up tonight, something he hadn't picked up on in the ever changing lights inside the club.
When Shane turned around backward to look at him, Reza spread his arms a bit and added a touch more swagger to his walk, just to make it a good show. He knew he looked good, but that had also been for Shane’s benefit, not the club’s. It was a relief to see Shane smile, even slightly. “I look like this all the time, no big deal,” Reza told him with a sly grin of his own. He gestured toward the club's parking area. “Brought my car this time, you wanna go somewhere? It’s kinda cold as balls tonight.” The temperature didn’t bother him personally, that was a perk of his element, but as far as he knew Shane didn’t have those protections.
Shane loved having his own car and being in control and he was very rarely a passenger with someone else. There was something vulnerable about it that he didn't much like but tonight it sounded almost like a possible relief. He could just relax and watch Reza, who he apparently trusted, yet another thing he didn't want to examine too closely. "Sounds good," he murmured and even if he wasn't cold he figured Reza would be. Neither of them was dressed for late night April in Chicago because they were apparently both idiot slaves to vanity but at least Shane had control over his body temperature. "Let's get you warmed up." He turned again before he started bumping into people, and let Reza lead the way to his car.
Reza hadn’t missed the scent of alcohol on Shane when they’d hugged, and while he didn’t seem to be out-of-control drunk, it was probably safer if Reza drove. He wasn’t sure yet where they might go or what Shane wanted to do, but he was game for pretty much anything. Reza pulled his keys out of his pocket and hit the button to unlock the doors as they arrived at his car. It was a hybrid, sensible and small but nice on the inside. Reza settled behind the wheel and started it up to get the heat going for Shane, then looked over at him. “Sure you’re okay?” he asked, keeping his tone casual so it didn’t sound as prying. “Anywhere you want to go? Another bar, home, or ...?”
"I wanna go to your place and fuck your brains out," Shane murmured. "But we can stop by a bar or diner first if you want. I can be patient." He grinned lazily at Reza and reached over to rub his thigh. "We were supposed to be dancing tonight." He just didn't feel like it and he hoped Reza wasn't disappointed. It could be so annoying to have plans thwarted and resetting one's mood could be tricky. He seemed pretty chill though and Shane's urge to fuck him had more to do with distraction than it did real arousal, at least at the moment. He wanted to be close, somewhere where he could hear Reza's pretty voice without him having to yell into his ear.
One of Reza’s brows lifted even as the corner of his mouth curled in a smirk and he got that flutter in his stomach that Shane was so good at inspiring. He had wanted to spend a night out dancing and drinking with Shane before the inevitable fucking, but Reza could be flexible. The worry that every time he saw Shane might be the last had faded some, so any time they spent together felt less like he had to make the very most of every second. “Why go somewhere else when I have music and food and booze at home?” he murmured, one hand moving down to stroke over the back of Shane’s on his leg. Considering Shane’s apparent mood, Reza suspected he was aiming for diversion, but that was okay too. If Reza could give him that and make him feel better, he wanted to. He backed the car out of the spot and headed out of the parking lot and back toward his apartment building.
It was interesting to relax and let someone else take the wheel - literally- and Shane took the chance to actually take in his surroundings beyond the traffic and road signs. It was nice in a way, none of that usual apprehension when he gave up control and Reza looked simply beautiful in the glow of the traffic lights and dashboard. He debated telling him he was leaving town but it felt like a heavy subject so it could wait. He wanted things to be light for now, easy. "Your DJ was killing it tonight," he murmured. "He's good. Thanks for bringing him." He grinned faintly because it sounded like Reza had delivered some sacrifice to Firelight or something instead of just a contract but in a way Shane couldn't articulate, wasn't that exactly what the artist was? Someone to be consumed by the crowd, stepping into the booth to make it or break it.
Unaware of how hard it was for Shane to let someone else drive, Reza just drove along toward home. He never minded being a passenger himself, he liked to gaze around at the city while someone else worried about keeping them alive, but he didn’t mind driving either. Reza gave a pleased smile at the compliment, even if it wasn’t exactly for him. “Glad to hear,” he said. “He’s a good kid, really eager to make a name for himself. So thanks for giving him a shot.” Playing at Firelight wasn’t going to get him a Grammy or anything, but it was a pretty hot club, and having that on his resume would open up a few other doors, and they would open a few others, and so on. That was how it went, most of the time at least. Reza glanced over at Shane, having a similar thought about him looking pretty in the dim colored lights. “It’s good to see you,” he added in a lower murmur.
"It's good to see you too," Shane said quietly, watching him a bit curiously, his head tilted back against the headrest. To his knowledge, Reza had no idea just how weird and fucked up the world really was. He looked so well adjusted, probably had a family - good or not - had never been kidnapped or experimented on. Shane usually didn't like being around people like that, the well adjusted kind anyway, not for more than a night of sex, but Reza had a soothing effect on him; when he wasn't ramping him up in sexual arousal at least. But really, Shane didn't know anything about him, even if he felt like he knew him inside out. He knew what he sounded like when he came, knew his body very intimately at this point but he didn't know his birthday or hobbies or any of that normal stuff. Did he really know him at all? Did he know him any better than Reza knew him? "When's your birthday?" he asked in a drawl, studying Reza intently now, as if he could find out more about him just by watching him drive.
“When’s my birthday?” Reza echoed with a little laugh, his brows lifting. “Why, are you gonna get me something?” Grinning, he briefly looked at Shane again, sounding amused. He was enjoying what they had, but there was definitely a difference in the intimacy levels between a hopeless crush on a fuckbuddy and a real relationship. Reza didn’t think that Shane wanted the latter in any capacity, or they already would’ve talked about it. Their chemistry was undeniable, but Reza wasn’t counting on developing more than that. “It’s November, the 11th,” he answered then, some of the teasing leaving his tone. “When’s yours?”
"Damn," Shane sighed. "That's too fucking far away. Why did I think it was in April?" He had no idea what November would even look like and for all he knew he could be dead by then, he certainly didn't know if he'd still be fucking Reza. "Mine's in August. Nineteenth. Also far away." He knew for a lot of people it wasn't that far, Manny always talked about time flying by too damn fast but Shane couldn't shake the feeling he was living on borrowed time even now. "Are you a birthday party kinda guy? Cake and all?" he asked teasingly, almost certain that Reza would be more of a 'go out for fancy dinner' kind of guy. If he celebrated his birthday at all. Maybe he was just like Shane and preferred to ignore it.
The regret in Shane’s first few words felt a little strange to hear, but it stirred a little something in Reza’s chest. Was it so crazy to think they might still be having a thing by August at the earliest? And it wasn’t a long jump from August to November ... and before they knew it it would be March again. He was overthinking it though, and he knew it. Thinking even a few months ahead was ridiculous, but he was starting to feel like he had it bad for this guy. Luckily Shane’s questions were distracting and Reza gave a faint grin. “Fuck yeah I am,” he murmured. “Balloons, streamers, clowns, a bouncy castle ...” He chuckled. “August nineteenth ... you’re a Leo then? Your sign?” He knew he was right, but he wanted to hear Shane’s reaction to even the suggestion.
"And you're a Scorpio," Shane replied and sucked air through his teeth making a little hissing sound. "We're a terrible match." He didn't put much stock in that stuff but it could be fun anyway and stranger things had turned out to be true. "Guess it depends on all the other planets though. Like you have something in your moon sign that mellows you out." He laughed because for a second there it sounded like he knew what he was talking about but that was the extent of it. He wasn't even sure what the moon sign was supposed to mean, just that it meant something, just like Venus meant something (probably love) and Mars (war?). "Thought I had you all figured out as Aries," he admitted and idly flipped the air conditioning valve in front of him open and shut as he spoke.
Reza didn’t put any stock in the generic inspirational shit they printed in the newspaper or from people using horoscopes to take money from fools, but he knew the stars meant something. He knew so many arcane and mysterious things were true, something as important as the heavens affected things on earth. Shane not only accepting what he said but knowing a bit himself made him even more stupidly attractive. “You should’ve known better than to think I was a fire sign,” he said, amused. “But I guess you’ve got some more figuring to do.” Reza kept his tone light and playful, but the more personal flirtation was kind of exciting. “I definitely had you pegged as a Leo though. You’ve got big Leo energy, my friend.”
Shane laughed at that and reached over to lightly trace his finger along Reza's sharp jawline. "So I'm told," he murmured. "And not always this nicely." Reza was right though, he didn't come off as a fire sign but Shane hadn't really thought about it that deeply, just that he had a strong presence - which he supposed went with the Scorpio sign too, just in a different way. "I like the zodiac," he murmured. "I don't care if it's real or not. I used to read about the sky, you know, solar systems and constellations, Ursa Major, Big Dipper. Never managed to memorize that stuff though and you can't really see the stars here."
His zodiac sign was water aspected, but Reza felt a true kinship with the sky. His magical element was air, what he loved to work with the most, and he’d spent many nights on his back as a kid, looking up at the stars. It wasn’t something that often even came up on dates, so hearing Shane name off even a couple of constellations just reeled Reza in a little bit more. “I like it too. And I could nerd out about astronomy for an unattractively long time, so don’t get me started.” He glanced over with a warm smile. “We’re here anyway,” he added in a murmur as he slowed down to turn into the lot for his apartment building. He was ready to be inside and comfortable, where he could touch and look at Shane more easily.
"Oh thank God," Shane groaned because he was vaguely aware that he was rambling and being a passenger while drunk apparently made him a bit sleepy. He straightened up in the seat and when Reza had parked he wasted no time getting out of the car, letting the crisp air snap him out of his stupor - at least a little. He felt a little pang when he thought about not coming back here though he didn't really give a shit about the location so it was obviously centered on Reza. One more week. He guessed he could fly out on Sunday and that way he could spend at least Friday night with Reza if he wanted to. He was not dressed for this cold and he supposed he should at least look like he was cold so he hunched his shoulders a little and grabbed Reza's hand when he'd circled the car. "So I'm guessing you have a lot of deep dark secrets," he murmured. "Scorpio."
Reza was happy enough to take his hand as he led the way toward the building entrance. He chuckled a little and gave a nonchalant shrug. “Maybe a few,” he said. Reza had some pretty big ones, but he wasn’t sure he would say they were very dark. Not to most people, anyway. He was a witch, but he wasn’t the bloodletting animal sacrificing kind. They paused while Reza punched in the code to the door, then they were walking into warmth again. He led the way to the elevators, then gave Shane a once-over look. He might have the bright attention-grabbing energy of a Leo, but Reza was willing to bet he had some secrets of his own. Flighty guys were usually flighty for a legitimate reason or two. “What about you? Closet full of skeletons?”
"At least three closets' worth," Shane murmured and now that they were inside and about to get to Reza's apartment, he felt compelled to pull Reza closer while they waited for the elevator. There was a part of him that wanted to ask Reza to divulge one secret but that would lead down some problematic roads and he sure as hell wasn't going to tell any of his own, so he remained quiet and leaned in to brush his lips along Reza's cheek instead. He smelled so good, Shane would have been content to just stand there and breathe him in for a while if the elevator hadn't dinged and opened. He hadn't been wrong about Reza being a drug, Shane had never been an addict but he was starting to feel like one now.
It wasn’t a real answer but Reza hadn’t given him one either, so he supposed that was fair. He just knew better than to casually drop ‘by the way magic is real and I can wield it’ into a conversation with a guy he was actually interested in. Especially one who was already likely to disappear. Reza slipped an arm around him as they stood closer, a wave of pleasant tingles running down his body from Shane’s lips. He’d been doing his best to mitigate his expectations with this connection they had, but gods it was hard sometimes. He did want to be closer, but he also didn’t want to get hurt, the eternal conundrum. Reza stayed close in the elevator and took Shane’s hand again to walk down the hall to his apartment door. He unlocked it to let them in, shedding his shoes and jacket almost immediately. “You’re staying with me tonight, so ... you want a drink?” he offered, giving Shane a knowing little smile.
Considering what Jane had told him, Shane had a feeling he wouldn't be doing much escaping through alcohol or drugs while away so why not indulge to the fullest while he still could. "Yes please," he murmured emphatically as he shrugged his own jacket off and kicked his shoes off. The one upside to not having been dancing was that he felt clean and so he indulged in his urge to go barefoot, padding into the apartment after Reza. "I'm hijacking your bluetooth," he informed Reza as he got his phone out to put some music on. He was in a particular mood and sometimes it was just nicer to have things a certain way when that happened. He felt entitled to it, considering the crap looming right around the corner and he just hoped Reza didn't mind because none of that bullshit had anything to do with him so he shouldn't be the one to pay for it.
“Help yourself,” Reza invited as he stepped into the kitchen. His home was wired for sound, there were speakers in every room and a couple of different ways to put music on. Music was his lifeblood, after all. He and Shane had spent enough time together for Reza to feel comfortable handing over that control -- he knew the other man’s taste wasn’t complete shit. Plus Reza wanted him to feel better, so anything that helped point things in that direction was welcome. In the meantime Reza poured them both a generous Jack and Coke into short glasses. He offered one out to Shane and gave him a curious glance over again. There was definitely something on his mind, but Reza wasn’t confident yet in trying to pry and figure out what it was. “Cheers,” he murmured instead, clinking their glasses together before he took a drink.
It was all helping, the music now flowing just loud enough to get to him but not so loud he couldn't hear over it, the drink - which Shane quickly knocked back after a murmured 'cheers' - and Reza, who was definitely overdressed but when it came to Reza that wasn't necessarily a bad thing; He had great taste and those clothes were very flattering and fun to peel off him. He was grateful Reza wasn't asking questions, especially since it was obvious he was tuned in on the fact something was up and Shane supposed he wasn't trying to cover it up so he wasn't exactly failing if he wasn't trying. He set the glass aside when it was empty and stepped closer to Reza again, slipping his arms around him. "You've no idea how much better you just made my night," he told him with a little smile before leaning in to nibble on his neck again.
One eyebrow quirked at how fast Shane downed the drink, but Reza supposed he wasn’t terribly surprised. He’d yet to meet a club owner who didn’t have a high alcohol tolerance, and Shane had already been drinking. He sipped on his own, sensing that he needed to at least keep a few wits about him tonight, just in case Shane sank deeper into a bad mood. He gave a smile back and wrapped his free arm around Shane, tilting his head for more of those kisses that made him tingle. “Mission accomplished then, I suppose,” he murmured. Not that he wanted Shane to have any kind of bad night, but Reza was pleased to be able to improve it, even with distraction. He gave a soft little sigh as Shane’s lips hit a good spot on his skin, swallowing back the urge to ask why it was so bad to start with.
This was what Shane really needed right now, to just lose himself in Reza for a little while and that sigh seemed to go straight to his cock. What started out as light nibbling gained intensity and it wasn't long before he was dragging Reza to the bedroom, kissing him deeply and tugging at his clothes to get them loosened and off. Reza always wore too many layers but Shane had gotten into it, it was like unwrapping a present really, though sometimes he wished they were staying somewhere warmer so Reza would be forced to wear less. His own clothes came off easier and he tossed them aside one by one between getting Reza's clothes off.
Reza went with it, because that was what they did and he found Shane irresistible. If they didn’t have the kind of relationship that made Shane want to confide in him, they could at least have this. It was probably a bad sign that Reza was settling for being a fuckbuddy, but he was enjoying himself too, goddammit. There was nothing wrong with a fling, and maybe the mystery was part of Shane’s appeal. Once they were both bare, Reza reached for Shane’s arm to pull him down onto the bed, kissing him deep as soon as their mouths were close enough. It was easy to fall into the mindless pleasure of foreplay and fucking, every transition and wordless communication smoother now than it had been their first time. They were getting to know each other’s bodies at least, and Reza felt like it just got better and better.
The sex was a great distraction and Shane wasn't ready for it to be over when it was but his energy was all off and realistically they couldn't have non-stop sex forever. That restless state made him want drugs, any drugs really, as long as they made him float away for a while. At least Reza retained his drug like qualities to some point and Shane stayed close to him while they unwinded, idly brushing his nose against his shoulder and letting his fingers lightly circle and caress his nipple. He didn't have to tell him he was leaving, his usual M.O. was to just disappear because really, it wasn't any of Reza's business where he was. And yet the words tumbled out somehow, quiet and a bit regretful. "I'm going away for a while."
The afterglow was always a lovely time with Shane. Reza was glad every time that the other man wasn’t opposed to cuddling, because it was damn nice to laze around with him. Reza was on his back, eyes closed, just feeling Shane’s touch and mentally drifting a bit, but Shane’s words yanked him unpleasantly back into the moment. Reza’s brow flexed and he opened his eyes slowly, letting that statement sink in. His immediate instinct was to say ‘no,’ like he got any input in the matter. Reza licked his lips and slowly turned his head to look over at Shane. “About how long is ‘a while’?” he asked, keeping his tone fairly neutral. It wasn’t like they were actually dating, and the shitty sinking feeling in his stomach was all his own problem.
"I don't know," Shane replied quietly and despite Reza's carefully neutral tone, he felt like he could hear the protest there, but maybe that was just his imagination mirroring his own feelings. It shouldn't be an issue at all and a part of him felt like maybe he should use this chance to cut Reza loose but the thought made him sulky at best. Maybe he wouldn't come back at all, maybe he'd die in Point Pleasant and finally die young like he'd always thought he would. He was running out of time to do that after all. "A few weeks, few months..." He pushed himself up and rested his head on his hand, still idly touching Reza. "You should take a vacation, come visit me for a couple of weeks. I mean, how busy is your job?" He hadn't meant to say that, it was a terrible idea but in the moment it felt like the best idea ever. He didn't want Reza to come visit, he wanted him to come with him and he could even justify it to himself in a non romantic way; Point Pleasant was fucking tiny, there was no way he was getting laid there.
A few weeks, Reza could handle, especially if he knew that Shane still wanted to see him when he got back. But months? The rest of what Shane said startled him out of that line of thought and Reza couldn’t help but look a little surprised. “It’s not ... I mean, it’s as busy as I want it to be, really,” he murmured. He had some clients that relied solely on him for booking, yes, but Reza could do all of that long-distance if he needed to. He’d gone on working vacations before. And a lot of his clients had regular gigs to see them through a few weeks. The idea that Shane wanted him to come too put a queasy-fluttery sort of feeling in his chest though. “Where are you even going?” he asked first, biting back on the instantly positive response that wanted to come out of his mouth. Being over-eager might be a bad idea here.
"Point Pleasant, Maine," Shane murmured and he was determined to get Reza with him now, even if he looked hesitant about it. "It's a gorgeous little town by the ocean, picture perfect if a little weird. I'm renting a house, you should come with me, stay as long as you want." His words were peppered with little kisses, each one an incentive for Reza to say yes - or so he hoped. "If you get bored I'll pay for your flight back home." He gave him a cheeky little smile and whether this was a bad idea or not, he really liked it. It didn't have to be all doom and gloom, he could have someone there to cheer him up and there was plenty of things for Reza to do when Shane wasn't around. Tourist season was right around the corner, there were museum tours and a library, great restaurants and Shane's usual penchant for wanting the best of everything, including entertainment at home.
“Maine?” Reza echoed with a little nose wrinkle. It was a state he’d never even really thought about, except knowing that Stephen King lived there, and only because he set most of his books there too. He did like the ocean though, and it had been a while since he’d been to one of the coasts ... and Shane was going to be there. Reza could at least be honest to himself about what his main motivation was. Shane wanted them to go away together, presumably stay in the same house, and he couldn’t deny that was appealing. And like he mentioned, if Reza didn’t like it there or it wasn’t working out between them, he could always come back to Chicago. He quietly studied Shane’s face for a moment. “You really want me to come with you?” he asked in a murmur. “This isn’t some impulsive idea that’s gonna hurt my feelings later?” Reza quirked a tiny half-smile, but it was a legit question. The last thing he wanted was to make arrangements and pack, only to have Shane back out before they got on a plane.
Would Shane hurt his feelings later? Probably, Shane knew he had a bad track record of keeping in touch with people but it felt like a far away thing right now and he did want Reza to come. "It's an impulsive idea," he admitted. "But I really want you to come with me. I won't lie to you, I won't be around all the time, I'm taking care of some shit with a friend so you'd be on your own some days but I'm yours every night." He arched his brows and gave Reza a little grin, hoping that the good outweighed the bad here because damn, he wasn't lying when he said he really wanted him to come. Maybe part of it was that it was a bit scary going by himself, he really didn't know what to expect in Point Pleasant and Reza could be his anchor, in a way. Which was hilarious all on its own since Shane had never wanted an anchor in his life before.
The phrase ‘taking care of some shit with a friend’ was an intriguing one, a tiny glimpse into Shane’s motivations for this trip. Reza was caught between wanting to demand more detailed information if he was going to make this trip, and knowing none of it was actually his business. He couldn't kid himself that he didn’t want to go, and Reza didn’t really want to kid Shane about that either. The mental chess that some relationships required was beyond exhausting, and he already knew this one would sting at the end, but he still wanted to see it through. It was the journey not the destination, right? And if going to Maine meant that he could hang onto Shane for a little while longer ... well, that was probably pathetic, but whatever. What else was he doing? No one else had grabbed his attention like this in years. “Mine every night, huh?” he murmured, one side of his mouth curling into a half-grin. “How can I say no to that? If it’s a seaside resort kind of town, I bet they have some interesting little shops and everything. I could use some new sweaters.”
Shane's smile grew bigger and he moved on top of Reza, balancing his weight on his elbows as he leaned down to kiss him. "If their shops aren't up to snuff then it's not that far to drive to Bangor. I'll go with you." He honestly didn't know what Point Pleasant was like now, especially if AIR was doing experiments with the place, but thousands of people lived there so it couldn't be too bad yet and they'd stop them before it escalated, he was sure of it. "So you're coming with me," he added after another kiss and the trip already sounded so much better to him. Hell, it could even be fun, take down the enemy, have fantastic sex, feel like a fucking hero.
Reza’s hands came up to rest on Shane’s sides and he was almost smiling too much for a kiss, but he managed it. He couldn’t help it -- Shane just looked so pleased. It made Reza’s chest flutter in dangerous ways. “I’m coming with you,” he murmured, stroking his palms down to the other man’s hips. “It’s been a while since I took a trip anywhere anyway, why not.” It was much more than ‘why not’ and it probably showed in his face, but Reza was okay with that. A few more questions bubbled up in his throat, but Reza swallowed them back in favor of kissing Shane again. There would be plenty of time for questions when they were actually on their way. Maybe it was foolish to jet off somewhere he knew nothing about, but Reza could take care of himself.
"You can stay more than two weeks," Shane drawled against his lips and then he laughed a little and shook his head because Reza obviously had a spell on him. "My fucking drug," he murmured but didn't let Reza question it or poke fun of it for him, quickly ending that conversation by kissing him again, this time deepening the kiss. It was insane, he was insane, wanting Reza to come with him and be there all the damn time. At some point it had to end, it always ended and it was usually Shane who ended it but he didn't want to, not yet, not anytime soon. It made him feel weird, vulnerable, but hell, maybe it was his turn to get hurt.
A strange sort of electric charge ran through Reza’s body, and he parted his lips to kiss Shane back just as deep. No one else had ever called a drug before, or anything close to it, but that was really what it felt like, wasn’t it? An addiction. He and Shane had hooked up several times now, and Reza had found himself craving more of Shane sooner after every encounter. There was no way he was turning down a chance for a lot of dedicated time together. Maybe it would open the door to them growing into something more than fuckbuddies, maybe it should show him they were totally wrong for each other, Reza didn’t know yet, but he definitely wanted to find out. He shifted his legs a bit further apart, his thighs rubbing against Shane’s a little while they explored each other’s mouths.
All Shane could hope for was that they'd be mutually sick of each other when the time came because that way nobody would get hurt. There was way more risk of the hurt part now, they kept meeting up, kept wanting more and that whole shebang was new to Shane. He didn't think of it as a relationship and so far Reza hadn't tried to make it something that it wasn't so it was all good. All the sour mood from earlier had evaporated now, what little had been left swept aside by the knowledge that he wasn't going to Maine alone and he happily kissed Reza, idly grinding down against him as he grew harder.
It had been a bit of a struggle against his natural inclination to define things, talk it all out so everybody was on the same page, but Reza had managed to just go with the flow on this one. He knew that trying to put a label on anything would make Shane balk, and Reza wanted to risk that less and less the more they saw each other. He didn’t feel used or disrespected, so it wasn’t that bad, right? It sure as fuck didn’t feel bad when Shane was kissing him like that, and Reza could feel both of their cocks responding to it. They’d just gotten done fucking, but Reza was learning that with the right inspiration, he had the libido of a teenage boy again. He hitched his legs up a little higher against Shane’s body, his hands starting to roam some more, drinking in the smooth warm skin of Shane’s back and ass.
Shane had great stamina and he didn't like thinking of the future where he might not be this quick to recover - but then he didn't like thinking of the future much at all and wasn't even that sure he had a future. The moment was all he had and this moment in particular was well worth all of it. He shifted his weight onto one arm to be able to let his hand roam between them, wanting to touch Reza's cock, feel it grow harder in his grip. Their first round had been a bit overshadowed by his shitty mood and while it had been good enough to mostly snap him out of it, this definitely felt like he was going to make up for it - if not to Reza than himself.
As tuned in to Shane as he was while they were having sex, Reza had of course noticed that whatever had been bothering him at the start of the evening had continued to do so. It hadn’t ruined anything, but it had been more difficult to lose himself in it when he knew something was off. Now he knew what it had been though, and the more they kissed and touched each other, the more Reza realized that Shane had been out of sorts because he thought he had to leave Reza behind. Nothing in the way Shane was kissing him now felt hesitant or mopey, so it really seemed like that had been the thing to cheer him up. It made Reza’s chest feel strangely full and tight, and he kissed Shane with growing passion while his cock filled out against the other man’s palm. Reza pushed against the touch with a muffled moan, briefly sucking on Shane’s tongue.
There was still a chance Reza might change his mind or he wouldn't want to stay for long but that was a later time problem for Shane. He'd worry about it if it happened and right now he was just happy that Reza had said yes. He let out a little groan at the way Reza sucked his tongue, grinning a bit against his lips before deepening the kiss again. "I wanna eat you up," he murmured after a moment and pulled away, watching Reza with a heated look in his eyes before ducking down to dart his tongue over his nipple and then sneak a few more kisses lower on his chest, down his ribs, on his stomach.
It would play out however it played out, but for the moment Reza was happy he’d said yes too. He didn’t even know when they were leaving, how much time he had to get his shit in order, and he might have some anxiety about it later. That was what impulsive adventures were for though, right? It seemed a small price to pay for not losing Shane for up to a few months. Reza dragged in a heavier breath as Shane started to kiss his way down his body. He let his fingers trail up Shane’s back and pushed them through his hair, wetting his lips. “Sure you don’t want me to wash first?” he murmured, gazing down at the other man. He was still kind of sticky with drying lube, so it only seemed right to ask.
"You're fine," Shane replied with a lazy smile and he meant it, Reza's cock had nothing there he hadn't tasted before and for now that was all he wanted to do, just taste him and bring him back to the edge. He tasted salty from both sweat and cum, and Shane darted his tongue over the tip of his cock, glancing up at him with a bit of a tease in his eyes. Lube was not the worst thing he'd had in his mouth but if Reza pushed it, he'd be happy to shower with him and carry on there. Right now he didn't want to stop though, not just yet.
If Shane was good with it then Reza was too, and he made a soft sound as he caught his bottom lip in his teeth. His cock flexed between Shane’s lips, swelling even further with the heat and softness of the mouth around it. Fuck, that felt good. Reza’s body had been totally sated and relaxed, but now he felt tremors of aroused tension starting up in his core again and slowly spreading outward. He carded his fingers through Shane’s hair again, letting his head fall back and his eyes close so he could just feel.
Shane loved pampering and teasing and it didn't hurt when his subject was as hot as Reza. He took his time, lavishing attention on his cock, taking it in deep and getting it nice and wet so he could use his hand as well. It felt less urgent when they had all night ahead of them and he wanted to ramp it up slowly, drive Reza crazy with sensations until he begged for more even if he knew it'd be a trek this time around. He was already sated after all and some small, sadistic part of Shane wanted to push him further. "Fuck, your cock is beautiful," he murmured as he twisted his hand around it and let his tongue trail up the shaft. He'd told Reza this before and he'd loved his reaction to it and it really wasn't something a guy could hear too often.
Shane had proven to be a quick learner from the start, which was something Reza appreciated in a lover. He didn’t mind expressing his preferences early on, there had to be communication to get to the good sex, but he didn’t want to have to repeat himself too many times. The feeling of someone knowing what he wanted and delivering on it was just incredible. Reza’s breaths were coming more quick and shallow as Shane worked on his cock, and those words drew a low groan out of him. His hips flexed upward instinctively, hands running down Shane’s shoulders and biceps. “God, you make it feel so good,” he whispered, lifting his head to peek down the length of his body at what Shane was doing. The knot of arousal in his stomach was tightening slower than it had the first round, but that was to be expected. He liked this indulgent sort of slow burn too.
"Good," Shane all but purred at him before taking him in his mouth again, rubbing his tongue against the sensitive spot right below the crown. He wasn't just making sexy talk when he praised Reza's cock, he loved the way it fit in his mouth, the way it tasted, the shape of the head - everything about it. He moved his hand lower to caress his balls but it was all unhurried and light for now, as much for his own pleasure as it was for Reza's. All the while the fact that Reza had agreed to come with him kept crossing his mind and making him weirdly happy. This wouldn't be the last time - or the last week at least - that he got to do this.
It was the best kind of torture, really, even though it took a while to feel like it. Reza enjoyed the journey, feeling his cock get more and more sensitive under Shane’s ministrations, until he was starting to shiver every time Shane’s tongue or hand rubbed the head of it. He hissed soft curses through his teeth once or twice, more moans punctuating his breaths. He wasn’t quite to the point of begging yet, but he was getting there. Whether Shane would give in to said begging was still up in the air, but Reza was starting to feel like he needed more friction and pressure and speed.
Shane picked up on that delicious tremor in Reza's body and that was pretty much exactly where he wanted him. The strained curses made his cock twitch and he gave his own low murmur of contentment, letting it vibrate down Reza's cock before taking him deep and swallowing around him. He wanted to fuck him again but at the same time he wanted to just keep doing this, touch and suck him until he was pleading for release. Shane had never fully edged him and that was probably more fun to do when he hadn't just had an orgasm but that didn't mean he couldn't toy with the concept and indulge himself. He did after all love it when Reza begged.
Reza didn’t even know what he wanted in the moment, just that he didn’t want Shane to stop giving him pleasure. He groaned louder as he felt the back of Shane’s throat constrict around the head of his cock, and had to fight to keep from thrusting up to get even deeper. He just felt greedy and needy and like his groin was vibrating with good feelings. There was less urgency since he’d come once already, but it was slowly building in his core again. He wasn’t sure what Shane had planned for him, but he was totally at his mercy, a ‘yes’ already on his lips for anything the other man wanted.
There were a lot of things Shane wanted, not all of them ideal but he had the good sense to push the less ideal ones from his mind and focus on the ones that were good for both of them - for now. It was the constant urge to skip the condom that always came to mind for him and he was sure Reza would want to be sure it was safe before he agreed to it so maybe in Maine - maybe where he was less likely to be fucking around on the side. The idea just made him hornier, longing to actually come while fucking Reza, to still be inside him when he climaxed. He hadn't done that yet, that annoying need to get rid of the condom first always getting in his way. He still enjoyed it of course, loved making Reza come first so he could take in the sight and sound of him and ramp up his own arousal. The urge to just fuck him like this was so strong though, to just add a little more lube and press inside him unprotected... He kept picturing it and before he knew it he was stroking his own cock as he kept teasing Reza's.
Edging was such a deliciously mixed experience -- on one hand Reza’s body was positively trembling with taut pleasure now, every nerve ending alive and sparking, but on the other hand he could feel that needy frustration too, the one that made him want to whine and push Shane away. It was such a lovely mindfuck to be caught in. He was breathing harder now, his body shaking with that hungry tension. “Fuck,” Reza breathed, looking down at Shane again. The visual made him feel like he could almost come ... but the stimulation just wasn’t enough, and it was getting harder to ride that edge. “Gods ... please ... more, please,” he panted, both hating and loving the hint of a whine in his tone. He couldn’t help it, his cock and balls were positively aching by now. “Please let me come, fuck ...”
It was so tempting to see just how far he could push Reza before he snapped and Shane wondered just how thin that line was between sexy and horrible. The pleading sparked up some very sadistic feelings in him that he rarely indulged in and for a moment he wanted to hurt Reza, make those big eyes of his wide and wet with emotion. "Fuck, you fuck me up," he murmured under his breath, indulging for just a few seconds longer in touching Reza oh so lightly with the tip of his tongue before he found it in himself to show mercy and took him in his mouth again. This time he sucked him harder, slipping his fingers down over his balls to massage and squeeze them rhythmically. He still wanted to fuck him but the whole condom thing was a turnoff in the moment so he'd go without it for now and get off somehow else. First he wanted to get Reza off, those desperate sounds he was making like music to his ears.
For a moment Reza didn’t know if that statement was good or bad, but he didn’t really have the brainpower to think about it at the moment. It felt good, kind of powerful in a way he couldn’t describe, even though he was the one shaking and begging for release. Flighty guys like Shane got by on being aloof and unaffected, and Reza liked to think he’d gotten under Shane’s skin. Shane sure as fuck had gotten under his. When he finally added more suction, more pressure, it didn’t take long to get Reza to his peak. He got louder and his breathing got heavier for those precious few moments, his balls drawing up tighter under Shane’s fingers. He groaned out a few strained words that weren’t even in English as his hips bucked up toward Shane’s mouth, his cock swelling and pulsing hard as he came. Stars sparkled behind Reza’s eyelids as the momentary bliss swept him away and his body shuddered as all that tension released.
All Shane knew was that Reza was not saying 'I want to suck your dick' since that was the only thing he knew how to say in Arabic but he liked the sounds of those words and their meaning went beyond language anyway. He swallowed this time, his caution usually reserved more for his partner than for himself and then he pushed himself up to his knees and snagged the pack of condoms. "Oh I'm not done with you," he murmured and while he'd barely edged Reza, this might be after-climax torture for all he knew. He'd stop if it became too much but he wanted to be inside him if only for a minute to ramp up his own arousal. Reza looked absolutely spent and it was a look Shane cherished on him, watching him intently as he slipped a condom on and lubed up his cock again.
Reza felt drunk and dopey as the last throbs of pleasure pulsed through his body, and he could barely make his eyes open when Shane spoke again. It took him an extra second to realize that Shane wanted to fuck him again, and while part of his body groaned in weak protest, a molten hot wave of lust rushed through his stomach. He was physically spent, but fuck, he wanted Shane’s cock in him again. Reza had never been with anyone he just couldn’t stop fucking, and it made him feel deliciously slutty. He had the vague wish that Shane didn’t have to use a condom so Reza could feel him skin to skin, but now was not at all the time to make that decision or have that discussion. “What’re you gonna do with me?” he asked in a mumble, though he was already well aware of the answer. Reza just loved listening to filthy things come out of Shane’s mouth. He didn’t move positions yet, feeling boneless and pliable and ready to be moved around at Shane’s whim.
Shane always found it easy to move him around, whether he was pliant or not, and he hooked his arms around his thighs, parting them and pulling Reza closer. "I'm gonna fuck what's left of your brains out," he murmured, amusement mixed with the arousal evident in his voice as he lightly brushed his fingers over Reza's softening cock just to feel it twitch. "Any objections?" If Reza had so much as mentioned not using a condom, that would have been that, no turning back. Shane was craving it more than usual and it took all his damn willpower to not be a creepy jerk about it. That was always a question in the back of his mind, if he hadn't been helpless himself at some point, would he have the wherewithal to be a decent person? The good guy thing definitely felt like an act sometimes, he wasn't a good guy, but at least he tried to be halfway decent with the people who deserved it.
A soft short moan escaped Reza as Shane pulled him in by the thighs. He spread his legs to loosely wrap them around Shane’s hips, his hands settling on his chest and thumbs brushing against his nipples. “None whatsoever,” he murmured back, a faint smile quirking up his lips. He felt like he could just roll over and fall asleep right at that second, but so warmly horny at the same time. It felt incredible, like he was loose and floating and totally Shane’s to use in whatever fashion he wanted. Reza didn’t have to think or over analyze or question, he just had to be and feel and submit to it. It was like doing heavy magic, in a way, only this subspace made his body feel just as good as his mind.
Shane couldn't explain what exactly that little smile did to him whenever it crossed Reza's lips but it wasn't good. It was good, but also so not good. Thankfully he was too horny to really think about it and he hummed contently at Reza's submission, pushing his legs up to push back inside him. He wasn't lying when he said he could eat Reza up and in a way he did just that, taking in every part of him, the way he sounded, the way he looked, so pliant and so fucking beautiful and so tight around Shane's cock. He leaned over him, darted his tongue over the salty skin where Reza's cum had landed earlier, moving his hips slowly at first but not for very long. He could go for a while but now was not the time for it, Reza looked like he was caught somewhere between discomfort and pleasure and it was a good look on him, one that Shane couldn't stop staring at as it fuelled his own pleasure.
Reza let out a strangled sort of groan as Shane thrust back inside of him, his brow furrowing. It stung, his body still tender from the first round of fucking they’d enjoyed, but there was some deep satisfaction that made that not as important. Luckily Shane knew to be generous with the lube. Reza relaxed as much as he could, his hands moving to help hold his thighs up, his gaze on Shane’s face. The sensation of a cock rubbing against his sensitized prostate was intense, and it didn’t take too many thrusts before the pleasure started again. Reza’s eyes eventually fluttered closed, his breathing coming quicker and more shallow, low helpless sounds gradually building in frequency. Everything inside was so sensitive, it all hurt but felt so fucking good at the same time. He wanted to feel Shane climax inside of him, feel his cock swell and pulse and fill him up with hot cum. Even though he knew that wasn’t happening tonight, wanting it made Reza’s dick start to lazily fill out again where it was pressed against his lower belly.
"Fuck, you're insatiable," Shane murmured, low and deep as he loosely wrapped his still slick hand around Reza's cock. He was one to talk, but Reza really brought it out in him; that urge to go for hours, again and again, until he'd reduced Reza to a shivering and moaning wreck of a person. That mix of satisfaction and pain was so vivid in his expression, Shane could almost feel it himself and it spurred him on as he tightened his grip. "Think you have one more for me?" he asked and on some level he knew that even if Reza said no, he'd wring it out of him anyway. His body was speaking its own language loud and clear and Shane was listening, eager to push his limits and send him spiralling with overwhelming sensations.
Was he insatiable? If someone had asked him at any other time he would’ve said no ... but Reza was discovering that he’d been having mediocre sex for most of his life. Shane just blew everybody else out of the water, and there was something about him that Reza was just completely hooked on. It wasn’t even on a conscious level, it was more like his body was addicted and he was helplessly pulled along behind it. “Gods,” he breathed as Shane tightened his grip around Reza’s cock. The furrow in his brow deepening, he shook his head and groaned out a ‘no’ that he didn’t really feel. Because his cock had gotten rock hard in Shane’s hand, and Reza felt a promising tightness in his balls. It would likely take him a little while to get there again, but he had a feeling Shane could and would make that happen.
"No?" Shane all but purred in amusement as he ducked his head to nibble on Reza's thigh, his hips now thrusting steady and fast against him. He was going for friction against Reza's prostate, knowing damn well it'd bring his orgasm about faster. He'd known guys who could come over and over that way though by then it was definitely bordering on torture and he didn't really know where Reza's limits lay. He did know that 'no' was entirely unconvincing though and the limit hadn't been reached tonight so he kept going, rubbing Reza's sensitive cock in time with the insistant pressure against his sweet spot. "I think you do," he growled quietly. "I think you got one more for me, give it to me."
Reza didn’t even know where his own limits lay, so this was a learning experience for both of them. He’d never tried to see how many times he could make himself come, especially with something in his ass, and fuck the feelings Shane was generating in him were intense. Reza had started moaning with every exhale, most of them closer to whimpers than anything else, and as he got consumed more and more by the physical sensations pummeling him, he started to lose control of his magic again. Those panting whines got louder in the air around them, gradually bouncing and echoing more and more while Reza’s pleasure-pain spiralled. That low demand from Shane made his gut twist in the most delightful way, and every muscle started to strain as Reza trembled on the edge. The only thing holding him back was the discomfort, and the ecstasy was rapidly overwhelming that.
It wasn't the first time Shane noticed that strange way sounds magnified and echoed around him when he was fucking Reza and while it wasn't uncomfortable it definitely made him wonder if he was about to have a stroke or something. Not a bad way to go, all things considered, not the worst way he specificallycould go but he also couldn't help but think that maybe Reza was doing it. How many people in the world had abilities like he did? There'd been a few of them at AIR, what if there were more places like it? "Fuck," he whispered, the word drawn out and hissed as he focused on what he was doing in the moment, closing his eyes and letting those sounds vibrate against his skin like tangible things, almost distracting him from just how good Reza looked in his struggles. Almost. Shane had never been into inflicting pain but he understood the urge at times like these, it was just more fun when it was all mixed in with pleasure. He forced his eyes open again and if this was really him having a stroke he'd be damned if it happened before he came again. "I gave you an order," he grunted and if he had to squeeze Reza's climax out of him, he would.
Reza could feel that his magic was thrumming along with everything else in his body, and he could hear the unintended effects in the air around them, but he couldn’t seem to reel it in. He needed to, he didn’t want those kinds of questions from Shane, not yet, not when they’d just made plans together, but there was too much going on inside of him and he couldn’t focus enough to stop it. His whines became closer to cries as Shane pushed him further and further, until finally another orgasm ripped through him like a lightning strike. Reza’s back arched up off the bed and his hips bucked, crying out in a strained, sharp way he couldn’t help. The intensity of it made him dizzy, a good dose of oversensitive pain mixed in with the incredible pleasure. His cock jerked and throbbed in Shane’s grip, though there wasn’t much cum left to come out of him. It felt so fucking good, and it also felt like something Shane had taken from him by force and somehow that made it even better.
It was possibly the hottest thing Shane had seen and heard which was saying a lot for someone like him. He felt like he could keep going for a while but this brought him closer to his own climax far faster than he'd expected and he indulged himself with a few more thrusts before he pulled out and slipped the condom off. It wasn't as good as coming inside of Reza but it still felt like he was marking him in a way when he came on him, his own moans sounding too loud and vibrant in the strange acoustics of the room. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back and rode that strange wave for a few seconds, lips parted in a silent moan as he held his breath for the duration of it. The sounds were fading and his body didn't feel weird so maybe this wouldn't be his last orgasm ever. He just felt shaky and dazed now, his heart beating hard and fast to the point where he could feel the artery in his neck thrumming. It was intense and definitely the sort of thing he wouldn't indulge in often but god damn. Reza was probably going to be his cause of death eventually, he was sure of that now.
Reza didn’t like that he had to pull out, but he understood it, and this time his ass was relieved. When things were already slightly painful, they got worse fast after he’d come. But it wasn’t long before he felt the hot splash of Shane on his stomach, and Reza forced his lazy eyes open to watch the last few pumps of Shane’s hand around his cock. Fuck, he was sexy. Reza licked his dry lips and worked on reeling his magic back in, though everything felt like it took a massive effort now. He let his legs go limp against Shane’s thighs and tried to slow his breathing down. There was still pleasure twitching through his body, but Reza mostly felt like he could just happily melt into the mattress and sleep for a good day or two. “Think that’s ... the fastest I’ve ever come the second time,” he mumbled.
Shane caught his breath again, the moan he'd been holding in spilling out mixed with a little laugh. "Fuck," he whispered, his body slowly relaxing though he couldn't quite keep still and kept idly stroking Reza's thigh with one hand. "I need a drink. And a shower." He let his gaze roam over Reza, taking in the sight of him. He looked satisfied, sleepy and damn beautiful. "Maybe we'll go for a third sometime," Shane murmured, mostly teasing though he was curious whether he could push Reza that far. Three or four in one go? He thought it could be possible and since the thought of it might not appeal to Reza right in this moment he gave him a wolfish grin before moving. He let him rest his legs on the bed so he could crawl over him and kiss him, straddling his thighs as he did so.
He grinned in a dopey sort of way -- the idea of having three orgasms in a short span seemed laughable, but Reza wasn’t going to fault Shane for trying, that was for sure. If Shane wanted to drown him in pleasure and force another climax out of him like he just had, Reza would happily die with his eyes rolled back. After their second or third fuck, when Reza had thought Shane was dangerous? He’d been more right than he knew. He lifted his head a tiny bit to receive the kiss, his hands resting lightly on Shane’s sides. It felt good to stretch his legs out, and even though he felt boneless and weak, he really needed a shower now himself. “If you kill me with orgasms, I’ll totally haunt you forever, just so you know,” he murmured against Shane’s lips.
"Mm, I prefer you corporeal," Shane replied and the fact Reza had sort of brought up ghosts made him want to ask him about just how much he believed in that kind of thing. Now was not the time though, not for any of the questions he wanted to ask and he smothered that urge with another lazy kiss. "Think you can walk?" he asked cheekily and rubbed his thigh against Reza's thigh, unable to keep from touching him and enjoying the feel of their bodies touching even if they were not about to fuck again just yet."You probably need a shower more than I do, should I carry you?" He quirked a brow and while his body still felt a little shaky from his climax, he had no doubt he could carry Reza to the bathroom if he needed to.
Reza adored the way Shane kept touching and kissing him, even though they were done fucking for now. That was part of why he was getting so attached to this, he thought -- Shane seemed sincerely into him. It made Reza want to believe that this wasn’t just another fling to him, even if he hadn’t intended that to be the case. Neither had Reza, but there he was feeling it anyway. Or maybe all of the pleasure-hormones going wild in his brain were affecting his judgement, he didn’t know. He just knew it felt too good to let go of it just yet. “I can’t decide if that sounds more pitiful or romantic,” he murmured with a soft huff. He patted Shane’s sides. “Think I can walk, unless you really wanna show off.”
Shane didn't feel the need to really show off but he still made a point of flexing as he pushed himself up to his knees. He'd worked hard for this physique and joking or not, the flexing did look good. "C'mon," he chuckled then and patted Reza's hip as he shuffled off the bed, stretching a bit once he was on his feet. He hadn't been here that often but it was still a bit amazing to him that he wasn't sick of Reza's place yet. Reza hadn't changed anything but the place was just so 'him' and apparently Shane really liked him. He had sobered up quite a bit by now but he could still feel the lingering effects of the alcohol he'd consumed and it made him feel nice and warm inside and a little like he could use another drink.