Who: Shane and Reza When: evening, Wednesday, June 13th Where: home, after AIR party Warning: turns NSFW Status: complete
The first meeting of the AIR misfits had been fruitful but exhausting, and Reza was glad to see the last of them out the door. This house wasn’t even technically his home, but he felt the relief of finally emptying his space out of other people. He was pretty social by nature, but meeting so many new people -- all with such complicated connections and shared trauma -- was pretty exhausting. Plus there had been Shane’s whole freakout about Oliver. While Reza thought they’d smoothed that over with the two Latino gentlemen, he knew it was probably still affecting Shane. So there was more emotional labor to do, but at least now it could be done with just the two of them.
Reza sighed and ran his hands through his hair as he padded over the cool tile back to the kitchen. He wanted another drink or five, and there was still punch left, so they might as well drink it up. “You want a drink?” he called to Shane, pretty sure he already knew the answer.
Shane was a party animal himself, but this had been no ordinary party - more like a support group meeting and of course they were laying the ground works for something quite dark and dangerous. It wasn't strange that his mood wasn't great after this and he busied himself with gathering the glasses and bottles out on the deck, giving himself some space to sort through his complicated feelings. He hesitated only for a second when Reza called him. Did he want more to drink? He wasn't feeling very drunk so yes, probably. "Yeah," he hollered back and started carrying things inside, setting them down on the counter next to the sink. "Probably a few," he muttered with a quirk of a brow. "What a weird fucking day."
Reza glanced over at Shane as he poured them each another glass of the spiked punch. It tasted good enough that he knew he could drink a lot of it, and god did he want to today. It had all been harder on Shane though, of course, and now that everyone was gone, Reza was a little concerned it was all going to come crashing down on him. But he didn’t want to coddle him, so he kept pouring until he could present Shane with the promised drink. “That’s putting it mildly,” he murmured. Reza clinked their glasses together before he took a drink out of his, his eyes lingering on Shane’s face. “You wanna talk about any of it yet?”
Shane didn't think he wanted to talk about it, he'd never been much for talking about shit - until he met Reza, apparently. It still boggled his mind a little how easily Reza got to him but he'd decided not to worry about it too much and just roll with it for now. He drank, narrowing his eyes as he thought about it while he swallowed down some of the punch. "If the pool was empty, I'd wanna go in there and set myself on fire," he said and smirked. "Coming from anyone else that sounds awful but I'm just so happy Oliver is gone, you know? And that... Well, that fucking sucks." He'd been prepared for a lot of things today, for people to argue, for them not to get along great, for some to be awkward, for others to be awful guests; what he hadn't in any way prepared for was to face a null again. "Hit me again," he added and slid his empty glass toward Reza.
He huffed softly out his nose and smirked a bit at the first part. It did sound like something an angsty teen would say, but Reza knew what Shane meant. “It does fucking suck,” he agreed as he set his own drink down to pour Shane another one. If they were drinking that fast, he needed to catch up. “Pretty much all of it does. Did you feel better instantly when they left?” he asked, his tone mildly curious. “Or does it take a while to wear off?” It was a subtle way to ask how he was feeling without coming right out and asking. Reza set the fresh drink down next to Shane, then picked his glass up again to work on emptying it.
"Instantly," Shane replied and that was at least something to be grateful for, he couldn't imagine how shitty it would be if the effect lingered for some time. "It's like a muffler, or a blanket. As soon as it's gone it's gone so I feel like myself again." He thought he could pick up on the real question behind this one and once he'd grabbed his drink he sidled closer to Reza and rested his hand on his back while lightly booping their heads together. It was weird to have someone around who genuinely gave a shit about him, still a little scary but oh so addictive. "What did you think of everyone?" he murmured, rather than addressing those thoughts going through his head.
At least he wasn’t still suffering, that was one good thing. Though physically it had seemed to be more uncomfortable for Shane than painful, Reza knew that discomfort was triggering, and emotional memories could definitely make a person suffer. He nodded a bit at Shane’s explanation, then slipped his arm around Shane’s back when he moved in closer. “They’re an interesting bunch,” Reza murmured back with a soft chuckle. “Toby’s a lot of fun ... Vex and Lem seem like weird cartoon characters to me. I couldn’t get a good read on the preacher guy ... Jane is Jane, obviously.” He almost said he was sorry about Diego and Oliver, because Reza really liked Diego from the day they’d all spent practicing in the woods, but he didn’t want to rub it in. “I just hope we can all work together to get something done.”
"Yeah," Shane agreed though he really felt like it was all too much chaos to take any sort of an organized shape. Jane might attempt to wrangle them all into some kind of a plan but Shane didn't trust many people in this crowd to stick to it. Vex and Lem - much like cartoon characters indeed - seemed especially flaky, Oliver was rightfully apprehensive and Neil looked ready to bolt at any given minute. "You're the only person I actually trust," Shane admitted. "Sometimes I think we'd be better off just taking it on the two of us." He would be absolutely gutted if Reza turned out to not be worthy of that trust and the fact he often thought about how stupid it probably was to trust him might mean he didn't fully but at the same time he was willing to put his life on the line.
That was both exhilarating and terrifying to hear. Reza didn’t know all of Shane’s backstory -- his history still loomed quietly, like a forest Reza had only wandered a few yards into -- but he knew there was a lot of pain in it, coming from a lot of different people. It meant a lot to him that Shane trusted him, but it was a lot of pressure to be the only one. Reza hoped that this experience ended up changing that for Shane, at least a little. “I think that would probably be suicidal,” he murmured, but tried to do it lightly, huffing out a soft laugh. He dipped his head in closer to nuzzle their temples together. “I’m glad you trust me, though. I’ve got your back, no matter what.” He knew he would never knowingly betray Shane, Reza just hoped he didn’t end up letting him down somehow.
The words were belatedly starting to feel a little sour in Shane's mouth and he internally beat himself up a little for admitting that out loud like some kind of an idiot. It was true though, he didn't think Reza would rub his face in it or stab him in the back and maybe that was just as terrifying as the alternative. He'd proven again and again that he wasn't going anywhere unless Shane kicked him out, that he was in this fight for the better or worse and it felt a little strange not to be alone against the world. Shane closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth of Reza so close and the slight feeling of vertigo that came from the alcohol, making him feel like the kitchen wasn't fully stationary. "This whole thing is suicidal," he murmured when he pulled back, a small smile on his lips despite the dark statement. "You know I might drug you and ship you off to Chicago before it gets really serious, right?"
It probably ought to be more scary for Reza too. He had never felt so dedicated to another person who wasn’t family, even when he’d been in relationships. Of course, no one else he’d ever dated had shit going on in their lives on par with Shane’s situation. And now he was fully enmeshed with this crazy shit and the people involved, and while he didn’t have any sort of death wish, he knew he was in it until the end. Whatever that ended up looking like. Shane’s warning made him roll his eyes, though he was smiling faintly as he did it. “Try it and I’ll come right back,” he said. “And if you’re not in this house, I really will be storming the place by myself to find your ass, is that what you want to risk?” Reza raised his brows at him, then dipped his head in to steal a little kiss. “Don’t be stupid.”
That put an amused smile on Shane's lips and filled him with a different sort of warmth. He could just picture Reza doing that, an angry human boomerang returning straight to Point Pleasant and wreaking havoc on the town. "Why's that so fucking easy to picture?" he tittered and hell if he didn't like the idea of Reza swooping in to rescue him. It was a violent scene in his mind, Magic, crushing soundwaves and plenty of bodies left in his wake which in reality would probably be too traumatizing but in fantasy it felt good to all his unresolved anger. "You're a loose cannon, Reza," he said affectionately and already his mood was softening and warming up.
It would all end up much less dramatic than Shane’s fantasy, naturally, but Reza couldn’t imagine just shrugging and going back to his life after all of this. Especially not when he didn’t know what had become of Shane. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away, not now. He couldn’t just forget and move on, and he hoped that Shane didn’t want that out of him anymore. At least not genuinely. “Mmhmm, so watch yourself,” Reza murmured through his smile. Maybe someday Shane would learn how to let someone truly care about him and be on his side, but until then Reza would just keep doing it. He turned his head to finish off the drink in his glass, the alcohol settling in enough to make his extremities tingly. “So what now? You wanna lounge outside and soak up some more sun?” He didn’t want to dwell on AIR or what the plan was anymore today, and he thought it would do Shane some good to let it go for a while too.
Shane glanced around the kitchen and decided that yes, doing the dishes could fucking wait. The sun wouldn't be out for much longer and their backyard was perfect in an afternoon like this one. "I'd rather watch you than myself," he murmured, fiddling idly with the collar of Reza's shirt. "But yeah, let's go enjoy the rest of the day. It could have been worse, they could have been a lot crazier. At least nobody shat in the pool this time." He arched his brows in an answer before Reza could question that yes, he'd seen that happen at a party.
Reza wrinkled his nose and stared at him for a beat. “Disgusting,” he muttered with an amused huff. People were such animals sometimes, and he was glad that it hadn’t been that kind of party. He dipped his head to give Shane’s shoulder a soft bite, then patted his ass as he started to pull away. “Come on, let’s get housewife drunk out by the pool. Then we can suck each other off or something.” Reza shot him a cheeky smile and started to refill their glasses with more of the punch to take outside with them. He never thought he would end up getting a tan in Maine of all places. It had been a stressful day, but it was just them now, and they had to take advantage of the sun while they could.
It was always interesting to spend time outside with the pool right there and Shane knew damn well he would have emptied it out and covered it if he'd come here alone. It had been such an obstacle the first couple of days, looming there like it was just waiting to reach for him and pull him in, but the more he was around it, the less harmful it seemed. Still, thinking about getting in made his stomach clench uncomfortably though maybe that would go away in time too. A part of him wanted to, it sucked to be afraid of something so basic and it felt especially silly whenever Reza was lounging on one of his floaters out there, looking like a picture perfect cut straight out of a magazine, and it did feel silly to be afraid of something everyone around him treated like wholesome fun.
Today the pool was just that, harmless background imagery as they both lounged on the comfortable chairs at a safe distance from it, sipping their punch and talking about things far more pleasant than AIR. Shane found his gaze drift over to the still water every so often, something stirring inside of him that he wasn't sure was actual bravery or just the alcohol talking. Not today, but maybe... Maybe someday and that was more than he'd thought just a few days ago. He got hungry before it got dark out and it felt like a fuck-it kind of a day so they ordered in and ate outside to soak up the last minutes of sunshine the early evening had to offer. "Gotta say, this wasn't what I was expecting when I thought about coming here," Shane admitted as he gathered the empty food containers to put away. "You're making it feel more like a vacation."
Reza was still blissfully unaware of why Shane had such an aversion to the pool, having long ago chalked it up as just a side effect of his pyrokinesis. They still took baths together, so it was easy enough to dismiss the fact that Shane wouldn’t swim with him, or lounge in the hot tub. Nobody was perfect. It was a very pleasant evening to sit around outside and eat, and by the time dusk was turning the lights down outside, Reza felt pleasantly drunk and full of food. He grinned at Shane’s comment, lounging with his bare feet propped up on one of the extra chairs. “That was how you pitched it to me,” he said with a low chuckle. “Back when you thought you could get rid of me after a week. So you’ve been getting vacation-mode Reza. Hard to turn it off while we’re living in this place.”
"Ahh yeah, I was young and naive," Shane groaned and flashed Reza a cheeky smile. "I like your vacation-mode, it looks good on you." It hadn't all been sunshine and flowers so he'd seen Reza in a darker mood, but none of that had made him want to get rid of him yet so it wasn't just a sweet vacation mode that let Reza linger in his life. He couldn't really deny that even if Jane hadn't told Reza everything and Shane could have sent him home - he wasn't so sure he would have wanted to. Then again that meant Jane had been right and he wasn't willing to admit that.
He would have said that it looked good on Shane too, but Reza knew he hadn’t been truly in vacation mode, with everything weighing on his mind. It kind of amazed him sometimes that he hadn’t known anything was amiss, but Shane was obviously good at covering up his past, so he tried not to feel bad about it. “Everything looks good on you,” he said instead, moving one foot to nudge at Shane’s leg. Reza tittered a bit at his lame come-on and moved to stand up to help Shane carry in all the trash. It was getting gloomy out, and after being outside for most of the day, he was ready to lounge on the softer furniture, preferably with fewer clothes on.
Shane felt pleasantly sun kissed and content as they headed inside and he was equally ready to lounge in the comfort of proper furniture. It had been a long day and he'd been drinking for a long time so he was pleasantly buzzed without being too drunk and at the same time a little drowsy from it. Settling down somewhere naked with Reza was on top of his list of things to do so he was more than okay to leave the kitchen mess for the next morning. A few take-out containers didn't add that much mess and soon he'd dragged Reza upstairs to guest room number two. Reza never asked why he liked switching rooms as much as he did, probably just dismissing it as another weird quirk. Or maybe he already suspected the real reason, either way, Shane was happy not having to talk about it. The sheets were cool and while the bed was smaller than it was in the master bedroom, it was still plenty big for the two of them and the room even had a little tv. Shane pulled off his clothes before all but diving in, quick work since at this point he was only wearing boxers, then waited for Reza to join him.
Every room in this house was nice and comfortable, so Reza didn’t mind it when they bed-hopped. It was kind of fun, in a way, like staying in different little bed and breakfast spots. He stopped by the master bedroom to shed the clothes he’d been wearing and slip into some fresh boxer briefs, then padded back down the hall to where Shane was. He looked wonderfully loungy when Reza walked in, and he was happy to climb into bed with him. He stayed on his hands and knees for the moment as he crawled up from the bottom of the mattress, pressing kisses in a trail up Shane’s leg. His skin was warm and smelled like the sun and a touch of salt and it was perfect. He glanced up as his lips reached the edge of Shane’s boxers, pausing there to nuzzle his inner thigh a bit.
Shane had always been easily turned on and he'd sometimes joked that he really was always in the mood for sex, that it was much a constant part of him as fire. It was one of the best ways to distract him from a bad mood and Reza had a particularly easy time doing it with his presence alone. He reminded Shane of a large graceful cat as he crawled over to him and he met his gaze with a little smile, captivated once again by Reza's lovely dark eyes. "Do they still worship cats in Egypt?" he asked, enjoying the way his cock was slowly plumping up just from Reza's proximity to it. "That was a thing, wasn't it?"
Reza felt lazy and indulgent himself, and he liked the way he could see the front of Shane’s boxers stirring. The questions made him snicker and he swayed his hips a bit like he was swishing a tail around. “A very ancient thing, yes,” he murmured, amused. “Might still be in the DNA, who knows.” He pressed a few more kisses against Shane’s skin before he settled in comfortably between his legs, fingers moving to pull the soft boxer fabric down just enough to expose the head of Shane’s cock. Reza rolled his tongue in a purr -- mostly to be funny, but also because yum -- then placed a teasing little kiss against that warm velvety skin.
Shane was delighted, peering at Reza as he grinned at his antics. It was cute - but also oh so damn sexy, especially that sway of his hips. It made Shane want to get up and get behind him right away, just plunge himself inside him and fuck him for hours. This was good too though, Reza's soft lips tickling his cock and the view of him like this, ass up and all angular lines and long, lean back. "You've got the moves down," he told him, shifting his weight a little and rolling his hips slowly, his cock filling up and seeking Reza out like a beacon. "Fuck, you're sexy."
“So I see,” Reza said with a soft hum, watching Shane’s erection grow. Most cocks were pretty simple-minded things, not picky and easy to wake up, but something about turning Shane on was still a lot of fun to him. Reza wasn’t in any rush, slowly pressing his lips against the skin of Shane’s lower belly, all around his cock, before he gave it a soft lick. And then another. He was being catlike, after all, and those tiny little kitten licks were a fun tease sometimes. Reza edged the boxer elastic down some more, then ran his tongue up the underside of Shane’s shaft to lightly flick at the sensitive head.
Shane liked those little licks and kisses and he didn't miss the cat connection so that was just an extra layer of fun on something already amazing. "I feel like I should put some whipped cream on it for you," he said with a little titter, his breath catching a bit when Reza hit that sweet spot, however briefly. "Give you something to lap up." He'd never been into food sex but he supposed there had to be a thing or two out there that paired okay with sexual activities in ways that didn't just make everything a sticky mess, he just hadn't found that combo, nor had he really been looking. He doubted whipped cream tasted all that good with the salt of human skin but he didn't intend on getting any anyway, if Reza kept at it he'd have plenty to lap up without it.
Reza had never been much into food sex either. He’d had one or two chocolate-drizzled dicks in his mouth, but it was just a small novelty and that was it. Things got sticky and saliva got thick when sugar was involved, so it just ended up not great for anyone. He was more than happy to lavish attention directly onto that soft velvety skin. He chuckled in his throat anyway, nuzzling his nose against Shane’s cock for a second before he ventured further down to give his balls a lick. “You’re plenty delicious without it,” he murmured. Reza teased him with lightness for another moment or two, then finally wrapped his lips around the head to suck gently. He opened his eyes to gaze up at Shane as he lightly teased the slit in his mouth, wanting to drive him a little crazy before he really got to work.
He was so damn good at that and Shane was starting to feel his brain go a bit fuzzy with arousal on top of the already fuzzy from alcohol feeling. Not only was he good at that, but the way he looked up at Shane sent sharp arousal straight to his balls and he sprawled a little more, pulling a pillow under his shoulders so he could relax without lying down. He wanted to watch, at least until his impatience demanded more. Reza made it look good too, not all blowjobs were created equal and there was something to be said about guys who really enjoyed giving and didn't just treat it like a chore, something that had to be done to get things started. "You've got some real top energy for a bottom," Shane drawled. "Not just a power bottom."
That made Reza huff, and he took his mouth off of Shane enough to grin briefly. “Maybe I’m a switch,” he suggested, his tone playful and his eyebrow up. Reza rubbed Shane’s cock slowly against his lips as he murmured, “Cats are mysterious.” He slipped Shane back into his mouth, sliding his lips down further this time and giving a few slow bobs of his head. He happened to love giving oral, especially when he was given free rein to do it like this, with plenty of indulgent body worship. Reza loved to be in control of the pleasure and to bask in Shane’s reactions to it. Maybe that did give off a top energy, but damn he loved to please. Reza pulled his head up a moment later and met Shane’s eyes again. “Do you ever want to? Bottom?” he asked, his tone only mildly curious, but his expression a little wicked.
Shane was a little surprised by that, though maybe he shouldn't be. The dynamic between them had always felt pretty clear but obviously he'd misjudged his mysterious cat. He quirked a brow at Reza's statement and gave him a curious look before shrugging. "Been a while," he admitted and once again he wondered what Reza would think about the debauchery of his life in his teens and twenties. He didn't really feel like laying out yet another sob story, sick to death of somehow always playing the victim. ...and yet he wanted Reza to know. Was it any wonder he sometimes questioned whether his sexy little witch had him under some kind of a spell? "Last time I did, I got paid," he said cheekily because if he was going to come clean, he was doing it on his own terms. Still, he was amused as he looked he was watching Reza closely for his reaction.
That wasn’t really a yes or no answer, and Reza was about to call him on it when the second part came. Both of Reza’s brows arched up and his first reflex was to laugh a little, but even though Shane was smirky, he didn’t look like he was joking. “Oh really?” he murmured, sounding intrigued. He wondered immediately if this was some other dark and terrible time in Shane’s life and how he should treat it ... he also wondered if it was fucked up of him to find it a little hot. He wasn’t sure what to ask at first, so he licked on Shane’s cock some more. “You want to tell me about it?” he asked finally, his eyes still trained on Shane’s face.
Reza wasn't wrong that it had been a dark and terrible time but not exclusively and Shane kind of loved that slight intrigue in his expression. It certainly beat the reaction he'd been worried he'd get, stunned silence or concern at the forefront. "Not much to tell," he murmured and his voice was starting to drawl a little as he sank a little deeper into the pleasure Reza was giving him. It wasn't overwhelming at all yet but every little lick was stirring up a rich, deep feeling of arousal in his gut. "I was young, dumb and pretty and I needed the cash. It was fun sometimes." He grinned again and ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes momentarily. A weight had been lifted, maybe Reza was too horny to care and would get weird about it later, but Shane didn't think so. Ride or die, that was Reza all the way, and he supposed sex work wasn't too terrible next to actually killing people.
Reza had never been in that sort of dire position, and he did his best not to judge other people’s situations. He already knew that Shane’s life had a rough start, and he was sure things hadn’t been all sunshine and rainbows for him after AIR. He was here and alive, not hooked on anything horrible, as far as Reza had seen, and they’d spent a lot of time together. He had plenty of money. Shane had come through it, it was obviously in his past, so it was a little easier not to worry and fret over the news. Reza was curious, and he felt like it was another piece of the Shane puzzle put into place, but it didn’t scare him or turn him off. He took Shane’s cock deep into his mouth again for another few strokes, letting out a low groan around him, then let go of it with a soft pop. “Did you ever enjoy it? Bottoming?” he murmured. Reza flicked his tongue over the sensitive head again.
Shane licked his lips and blinked slowly. "Of course," he drawled. "I just got in the habit of topping." He did prefer topping in both a social and emotional way but that didn't mean he didn't like the physical sensation of a hard cock up his ass, he was just very picky who he wanted to bottom with and up until now he hadn't really felt like taking that position again. With Reza though, the thought was somewhat intriguing though he knew it was going to be on his own terms if he did it and not tonight. "Why, you wanna top me sometime?" he asked cheekily. "Or are you just curious?" He knew some guys had a very weird and binary vision of gay sex and would have seen him as less of a top because he liked getting fucked too. It was some kind of weird sexist shit he didn't fully understand but he'd seen plenty of it so he knew it was more common than it really should be. At least he didn't think Reza was one of those people and there was definitely a little spark of something behind those dark eyes.
Shane’s answer made it sound like an obvious one, but it wasn’t, really. Everybody was different, and Reza had met quite a few men who didn’t like to be fucked with anything, ever, and if Shane had a traumatic history with it ... But Reza wasn’t going to question him on his reply, if he said he’d liked it sometimes, then he’d liked it sometimes, which gave Reza a little quiver of anticipation in his stomach. He wasn’t out to radically change their dynamic, he liked things how they were, but an occasional switch-up could be fun. He wanted to experience as much sex with Shane as possible. Reza half-grinned and shrugged one shoulder, his fingers idly stroking the base of Shane’s cock. “I like to fuck too,” he murmured. “So ... I’m game if you ever feel like it.” He was content to leave it at that, the offer on the table if Shane wanted it, and Reza tried to refocus on what he was doing, taking some inspiration from his sudden imaginings of what Shane might sound like when he was getting fucked. He hummed softly around Shane’s cock as he sucked and bobbed, his pace still lazy and indulgent.
Shane thought they could have been talking about the stock market and he'd end up with a fetish for that just because of the way Reza was teasing his cock the whole time. It sure made the idea of bottoming again more appealing because he was already deep within a hot pool of pleasure and he was sure Reza gave as good as he took. He wondered if Reza really wanted to and was downplaying his desire, or if it was something he was just okay with doing but in the end it was going to be Shane's decision anyway and he knew for sure he was not up for it tonight. It was getting harder to keep his eyes open and he let them flutter shut, breathing deeply as Reza worked his magic tongue on his cock, images and ideas floating in his head about what it would be like to switch it up.
He wasn’t the only one thinking about it, and Reza just let himself enjoy the fantasy as he worked on Shane’s cock. He idly wished he could do it while his own cock was buried inside his boyfriend. Unfortunately he wasn’t that flexible, so that would have to stay a fantasy, but now he thought the fucking part might actually come to pass someday. Reza pulled his mouth off to lick all over Shane’s shaft again, a low groan in his throat. He wrapped his lips around it once more, his hand stroking the base as he sucked harder and moved his head a bit faster. He wasn’t sure if Shane wanted to fuck him tonight, or would be content with just this, but Reza was in the mood to pamper him, and feel him go off against his tongue.
Shane was already intimately familiar with Reza's cock but he could only imagine what it would feel like to ride it and now that the subject had come up, he was getting more intrigued by it, like it was one more facet of Reza he had yet to discover. The thought flitted through his mind that he should be sick of him already, he was always sick of people before too long, but Reza just seemed to defy the odds at every turn. He opened his eyes again to look at him, warmth spreading through his inside as he watched him go. Shane didn't want him to stop, content with the pampering and too wrapped up in the pleasure to need anything more yet. Reza didn't seem like he was just warming him up either so he didn't ask what he wanted, just went along with it until everything started to feel tight and urgent. "Keep that up and I'll come," he breathed, then moaned quietly and licked his lips. That was a good enough warning that he didn't think Reza gave a shit about, by the looks of it he was well and deep into the act too.
Reza heard him perfectly and the words sent a sweet throb through his own neglected cock, where it was still caught in his boxer briefs. He could feel the wet spot he was making, always incredibly turned on by giving Shane head. It was easy enough to ignore, when he knew that Shane wouldn’t leave him hanging, even after he’d come. Some guys just lost all interest in sex once they’d gotten theirs, but Shane always seemed interested. Reza didn’t think he had come this frequently since he’d first discovered jerking off. He was kind of surprised that he wasn’t bored of it all himself -- maybe he didn’t burn out as fast as Shane did, but being this into somebody was historically rare for him. But in this moment he felt fully into it, eager to feel Shane tense up and quake beneath him, to feel that hot splash on the back of his throat. He didn’t let up, tightening his grip and sucking harder to make his man explode.
The way he kept going with more intensity was answer enough for Shane and he let go of what little restraint he'd been clinging to and let himself ride the wave to completion. It was exactly what he'd needed after today, to feel pampered and desired, to feel heat running through his veins again and Reza was just oh so good at this. His moans got a little louder, more consistent and eventually he moved his hand to bury his fingers in Reza's thick hair as his hips stuttered and jerked, the sweet ache in his balls fading with the release. He knew plenty of guys who were more than ready to fall asleep the moment they came but for him it usually seemed to be the opposite and his orgasm seemed to rip him out of his sedated state and fill him with almost manic energy. "Oh fuck," he groaned, a lazy grin spreading on his face. "That was perfect."
He rode out Shane’s orgasm with him, slowing his pace down and moaning around the head of his cock as he swallowed. Reza loved those flexing fingers in his hair and feeling Shane’s body tense and tremble, and then relax again. It was so hot, all of it. Once Shane seemed to be done, Reza pulled his mouth off of him and looked up to give him a smile. He licked a bit of stray cum off of Shane’s cock, then sat up straight to stretch his back and roll his neck a bit to release the muscle tension. He had quite a tent in his boxer briefs, and Reza absently dipped his hand into the front of them to adjust himself. “Damn right it was,” he murmured with a grin of his own. He’d always been a quick study, and he knew very well what Shane liked by now. Reza let his gaze roam over Shane’s body, hand still in his boxers just because it felt nice to touch himself.
Shane sat up and looked him over with a hungry look in his eyes, his gaze stopping where Reza's hand moved under the fabric of his boxers. "Move," he murmured as he himself started moving, all but tackling Reza down onto the mattress and straddling his thighs. "You know exactly how to get me in a good mood," he said with a cheeky smile, running a finger down Reza's stomach and hooking it in the front of his boxers by Reza's hand. "It's my turn now." He didn't feel much like teasing so he didn't linger for long before he tugged on Reza's boxers, grabbing them with both hands to pull them down Reza's slender hips. "Let me see what I'm working with," he added and it hit a little different now that he was actually considering taking Reza's cock up the ass someday, giving him a fresh look at things so to speak.
Reza let himself be tackled, falling back onto the mattress and settling in with his free hand behind his head, smiling lazily up at Shane. He thought maybe that declaration was the best compliment he’d ever gotten -- who didn’t want to know exactly how to make their partner feel better? Even if it was with surprise blowjobs, it was a superpower. Especially when said partner had spent the afternoon reliving trauma and getting triggered by accident and planning something terribly dangerous and all that. He tittered softly and lifted his hips to help Shane get his boxer briefs down, his exposed cock giving an eager twitch. “It’s the same as it was last time,” Reza teased, reaching down to adjust his balls a bit as he settled back. “Hard as fuck for you.”
"I can see that," Shane drawled happily, smoothing his palm down over Reza's stomach to take in the texture and warmth of his skin before he wrapped his hand around his cock. "Fucking gorgeous too," he reminded him and meant every word. Dicks were varied, Reza's dick just happened to be absolutely perfect and Shane loved nuzzling and sucking on it as well as looking at it - much like the rest of Reza. Shane leaned down over him to kiss him, keeping his hand still for now, just feeling the thickness in his grip as he enjoyed Reza's mouth, tasting himself on his tongue, a sweet mix of flavors. "Thanks for warming me up again," he murmured between sensual kisses and nipped on Reza's bottom lip.
It had been plenty arousing to suck Shane off, and that light grip around his cock was a tease that made him want to squirm and buck up for more. Reza tried not to show that desperation, but his mouth was hungry against Shane’s. The soft bite drew a tiny moan out of him, and he seemed to feel those words through his whole body. As someone who was more connected to the elements than most ‘normal’ people, he felt like there was more meaning there than just on the surface. Reza moved his hands to caress the muscle in Shane’s arms and upper back, one venturing into his hair, kissing him deeply again to silence all of the stupid sappy vows that wanted to come out of his mouth. He would always try to keep Shane warm, but he didn’t have to say it out loud.
Shane didn't need Reza to show how much he wanted more, the hot cock in his grip said more than enough so he didn't linger too long, even if he enjoyed the hungry kiss. He pulled back a minute later, brushing their lips together briefly once more before peppering little kisses down Reza's jaw and neck. A handjob wasn't going to cut it tonight and he wanted to taste Reza as he came, even if he took his time getting to it. "You're so fucking hard," he said with a pleased grin once he reached Reza's abdomen, glancing up at him with a twinkle in his eye before ducking down to lick at the tip of his cock. He could taste salt there, a promise of more to come and he liked the way it seemed to twitch at the contact.
Reza watched Shane descend with heavy-lidded eyes, his wet lips parted with heavier breaths. Fuck, he was so hot, doing anything at any time, but especially in moments like these, teasing and in control. Reza’s cock flexed at the observation like it was proud of how hard it was, and a soft moan escaped him at that first lick. “It’s your fault,” Reza murmured fuzzily back to him, licking his lips again. “Making you come turns me on so fucking much.” Really, it was everything about Shane that turned him on, but he did especially love making him blow so hard. Reza carded his hand through Shane’s hair again, just to feel the thick texture against his fingers.
"M'not sorry," Shane murmured before taking the head of Reza's cock between his lips, twirling his tongue slowly around it. It wouldn't be the biggest cock he'd ever taken but that was not a bad thing at all and he could only imagine how good it would feel, long and thick as it was without being too big. He did like it in his mouth, didn't strain to get his lips around it, found it fit snugly in the back of his throat when he took it deeper and he was getting very curious about Reza topping now, his imagination could only get him so far. He ran his hands over Reza's thighs and hips as he sucked him, then slid them underneath his legs to hoist him up a little, feeling the need to grab and pull on him a little.
Thoughts of filling Shane up had faded out of Reza’s mind for the moment, all he could focus on was the sensation around his cock now, and that was all Shane’s incredible mouth. His desire to fuck him someday definitely didn’t come from any sense of neglect, how could anyone feel unsatisfied with this kind of pleasure on a regular basis? “Fuck,” he exhaled as Shane took him deep, sweet tension rolling up through his body. Shane manhandling him a little felt incredibly good, and Reza’s hands moved down to grip his forearms. He closed his eyes and pressed his head back against the mattress, a couple of low moans escaping his throat as his hips flexed upward just a bit.
There was something deeply satisfying about sucking Reza's cock, both the texture and taste was perfect and Reza was so reactive to everything Shane did, the sounds he made so sweet and the way he moved just made Shane want to eat him up. He hummed contently around his cock, lifting Reza's hips higher and pulling his legs up where he could drape them over Shane's shoulders as Shane buried his face against his crotch, swallowing thickly around the head of his cock. There was this overwhelming need to be closer, to do more, to pull and tug and suck and squeeze every part of his lover and his own orgasm had filled him up with energy to counteract against the earlier heady feelings from the alcohol.
Shane was practically feasting on him, and the pleasure was almost overwhelming already. Helpless grunts and groans were already coming with almost every breath. He clung to Shane’s shoulders with his legs, using the leverage to rock his hips along with Shane's rhythm. He didn’t want to choke him or anything, but it felt impossible to keep still, especially in the position Shane had put him in. Reza let himself get lost in it, everything disappearing out of his head except his basest instincts, barely noticing when the sound around them started to shift and stretch.
Shane was always fairly good at reading people's bodies but there was something extra cool about how Reza lost control of his power when he was overwhelmed with pleasure. Better him than Shane, for sure and the way the sounds of his moans carried a little more strangely was enough to drive Shane crazy in the best of ways. He didn't feel the need to drag it out, Reza deserved all the pleasure all at once and Shane wasn't too keen on edging him in general. He almost wished they had an audience again, like they had at the club, but being alone with Reza meant neither of them had to hold anything back and that was preferable. He focused on what he was doing, every little jerk of Reza's body making him feel accomplished and warm and he easily took it whenever Reza helplessly bucked his hips up and pushed himself deeper.
It was simple greed that made Reza want to hold back and prolong this experience, because it all felt so incredibly good, from the strong grip of Shane’s hands to the sensation of magic bleeding out of him. He didn’t want it to ever stop. But his body had other ideas, his muscles quaking as the pressure in his balls got almost painful. Shane was just too good to resist, and finally Reza just had to let go and let biology take over. His back arched and he cried out, a sound that echoed and shimmered around them, all of his sensibilities washed away on the wave of pleasure. Reza bucked and squirmed as he emptied himself into Shane’s mouth, feeling the relief in every cell of his body. If coming in Shane’s ass was half as good as this, Reza wasn’t sure how he wouldn’t want it all the time.
Shane would tell him his mouth was better, giving good head took skill and he and Reza had mastered that skill quite efficiently. He basked in Reza's orgasm, the distortion of sound making him feel a bit like he was high and that was one of his all time favorite feelings; where reality shifted just a bit like he was looking at it through a lens. Fire made him feel the same way and now Reza's gift was the first thing to really rival it. He swallowed him down, lapping at the tip of his cock to encourage more, then let it slip gently out of his mouth and pressed little kisses against the still twitching organ. "You're so delicious," he murmured, not even sure if Reza could hear him but the words came out strange and echoing and that made him smile. "All of you is delicious."
Reza could hear him, Reza could hear everything at the moment, including both of their heartbeats, his own racing against Shane’s slightly elevated rate. The compliment mixed with the rush of air in and out of lungs in his ears, twining the sounds together like a gorgeous post-coital tapestry. He was delicious. He didn’t always feel that, but he did in the moment, and it was so satisfying. Reza let his eyes close for a moment and swallowed as his body relaxed, his lower half dependent on Shane to keep it up off the mattress. If Shane was a former rent boy, Reza hoped he’d gotten paid what he was worth. “You’re a fucking drug, I swear to Allah,” he mumbled fuzzily, eyes still closed. “Like dick heroin.”
Shane had to laugh at that and he gently lowered Reza to the mattress before crawling up over him, nuzzling him here and there. "So are you," he said. "Probably best we don't bring in a third, he might overdose." He stopped to gently suck on Reza's nipple, lightly stroking his stomach before he moved to stretch out next to him. He studied Reza's profile and whatever it was that he felt for him was just pure addiction and intense warmth. Was that what people called love? No wonder it drove people crazy if that was the case. Shane could easily see himself fall apart if Reza left him now so he hoped he was hooked on this drug Shane supposedly was. "Does that make you a dick heroin junkie?" he murmured as he rested his head on his arm. "Or are you looking to go clean?"
The sound effects were fading, but Reza’s little gasp at the nipple teasing was still loud and clear. He felt like he was melting straight into the mattress, and it took some effort to open his eyes and turn his head to look at Shane. His beautiful, fiery, mysterious Shane. Even though he didn’t feel like he could say it out loud yet, Reza was pretty damn sure he was in love. It probably radiated out of him through his sleepy dark eyes and tiny smile, but there was no hiding it completely. He was already being subtle. “Total junkie,” he confirmed softly. “And I love it. No rehab for me. I’m like that ... that Amy Winehouse song. I said no, no, no.” He sang the last part quietly and badly and then tittered a bit, feeling more drunk on body bliss than the actual liquor.
Shane hadn't really meant to ask - however indirectly - if Reza was staying with him but the answer made him feel all warm inside again and he tittered softly at Reza's singing. "I wouldn't let them take you to rehab," he told him as he shifted closer and draped his leg over Reza's thigh and his arm over his waist. "I'll koala-cling like a dead weight until they give up." He pressed a little kiss on Reza's shoulder and tried to not overthink the fact he never wanted him to leave. It probably helped that he never thought more than a few weeks ahead, whatever future awaited him, he couldn't imagine years ahead in the future. All he knew was Now and Now he wanted Reza with him, for however long this Now stretched out.
“You can just burn down the rehab,” Reza murmured with a lazy grin, his hand coming up to rest on Shane’s arm. He liked having him this close. ‘Now’ was pretty fucking good, he would’ve agreed. It was a cartoonish fire in Reza’s imagination, with the two of them kissing in front of a burning building with fire trucks everywhere, while the epic romantic music swelled. He felt like there was a deeper message for him there though. Shane wanted to stay with him just as much as the other way around. Reza gazed over at him and slowly curled his fingers against his skin. “I’m not scared of anything in your past, I hope you know that by now,” he said softly. It suddenly seemed important to tell him that, in their post-orgasm clarity. He knew Shane had plenty of experience with drugs, and he’d sold his body for cash when he needed it ... but it had all brought him to Reza eventually. He was selfish enough to be glad for that.
Shane let the words sink in and fill him up with more warmth before he leaned in a little closer. "That's because you're fucking crazy," he whispered affectionately but god did he like that Reza was crazy enough to stick around. He'd never felt the urge to lay his life out for someone to look at, to actually share any of his secrets and experiences with someone, it was a novelty to feel like he wanted to now. Maybe it was dumb to have worried about this particular part of his past when Reza knew he'd killed people, but then a lot of people got really weird about sex work. It could have messed up their dynamic at least, made Reza see him as weaker than he was. He wasn't like that though, and Shane felt like he should indeed know that by now.
On the contrary, Reza thought Shane was strong as hell. Hearing about his past often made Reza feel like a soft spoiled little boy, considering how cushy his life had been since childhood. It wasn’t a competition of coure, but Shane had his respect and a measure of admiration. He’d survived so much. Reza half-smiled at him, lifting his head enough to nuzzle their noses together a bit. “And you like that, ‘cause you’re fucking crazy too,” he murmured, his tone full of love. He pressed a few soft kisses to Shane’s delectable lips, then settled into the cuddle again. He felt like he could drift off to sleep for the next few days, as long as Shane’s warm body was still snugly draped over him.
"You're not wrong," Shane replied and crazy wasn't really a bad thing in his book. At least not this brand of crazy, that was for sure. He thought maybe he was a little crazier now than he had been before he met Reza, crazy for him at least, and the stray thought that he might be falling in love with him snaked its way through his mind like a bizarre little interloper. It made sense though, he'd been hooked on him for months now, couldn't stand the thought of him leaving, wanted him close by all the damn time and was currently feeling so sappy he barely knew what to do with himself. He tried the words out in his mind - I think I'm in love with you - and couldn't imagine saying them out loud. What if he was wrong? Besides, he felt like he was saying it in other ways that felt less like a lie than those particular words. "Good night, you lunatic," he whispered, sneaking a little kiss into Reza's hair.