Who: Reza & Shane Where: home When: Tuesday morning, 6/19 Warning: turns NSFW Status: complete, Part 2
Their ride home was a bit quiet, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable quiet. At least not for Reza. He was glad that he had thought to clean up the kitchen earlier, because he didn’t want Shane to take another dip in this rollercoaster. He seemed like he felt better, and Reza didn’t want the remnants of the awful night before to fuck that up. He felt that little shiver of magic as they crested the big hill into Overlook, and thought about Brianna McCarthy next door and her translation request. Maybe instead of money, he could talk to her about helping him ward their place too. Or wherever they decided to go. It was something to think about. Reza pulled the car into the garage and cut the engine, then moved to get out. He was ready to get more comfortable and lounge with Shane.
Shane had a feeling it would be weird to enter the house again and he was right but not in the way he expected. He couldn't accurately predict what he'd feel when he walked in but in truth it was like nothing had ever happened there. He braced himself to go to the kitchen and wasn't sure what he expected but it was just a kitchen with a nice view of their backyard. The house was so quiet and he felt like he was returning to the scene of a crime somehow. He almost wanted to ask what an overdose actually looked like, he just imagined he'd fallen down unconscious and people had come to carry him out but Reza had said they'd worked on him. How close to death had he really been? He grabbed a can of soda from the fridge and popped it open before pinching Reza's shirt and pulling him closer. "You wanna sit outside for a bit? Soak up that sun?"
Reza had cleaned up, but there was still some weird aura of badness around that spot in the kitchen, to him. He was sure it would fade given a little time, but he could all too easily picture Shane on the tile floor, just the whites of his eyes showing and his breath ragged during those too-long minutes between the 911 call and when the ambulance arrived. Having the real Shane right there helped, looking alive and healthy and handsome as usual, even if a bit tired. Reza let himself be pulled in, slipping an arm around Shane’s waist. He rested his head on his shoulder for a moment, then kissed the side of Shane’s neck. “Sure. Let me just go get some shorts on.” They might as well enjoy this fabulous patio and pool before they maybe had to leave it.
Shane wrapped his free arm around Reza and snuck a little kiss on his temple before letting him go. "I'm just gonna strip down to the sexy underwear you brought me," he said and on some level he felt like he was trying to read Reza's mind at that moment, to find out what was going on in there, if he was covering up a whole slew of bad feelings or if they were really okay now. He wasn't even sure where he'd collapsed the day before, his memories of it were vague and he'd been so focused on Reza and his own paranoia. Maybe that was for the best, not remembering, and he felt bad that Reza had to. "Go get your shorts on," he said, giving Reza a faint little smile. "Do you want a cocktail or anything?"
Lounging in boxers was an option, or hell, even nude ... but Reza needed a moment anyway. It was a long trek to the bedroom, so he could collect himself and make sure he wasn’t going to upset Shane further. They both just needed some time, that was what he told himself. “It’s not even noon yet,” Reza pointed out with a faint smile. “Just pour me some juice or something. I’ll be right back.” It was too early for drinking, and he hoped Shane felt the same way, even if he probably felt like he needed one. Reza pressed a kiss to Shane’s lips before he pulled fully away to head for the stairs.
Shane had decided not to drink today, his body needed a break and he even felt like he was betraying it a little bit by grabbing a super sugary soda. He looked around after Reza left and maybe he'd needed a moment too. He'd overdosed before, when he was young and stupid and didn't really understand how anything worked, but that had been at a party and he'd been lucky someone dropped him off at a hospital. This was so different, both for the circumstances and the fact it was in his home, no matter how temporary it might be. He stared at the kitchen floor for a good few seconds, then closed his eyes for another few and took a deep breath. There were more drugs in the house and he would get rid of them now, even if they weren't the strong kind. He had to try to keep his mind clear for whatever Point Pleasant might throw at him next, that was obvious.
Reza changed into swim trunks and allowed himself a couple of minutes for a small storm of tears. It was mostly just from the high stress of it all, he knew that, just a valve to release some internal pressure. Shane was fine, they were fine, it had all worked out okay. He didn’t have to feel responsible for it, and he couldn’t even really be pissed at Shane, if there had been some awful magic at work. He took some deep breaths and splashed his face with cold water a few times, then found a pair of sunglasses to slip on. Soon enough Reza was barefoot padding his way back through the big house to the patio doors, hoping some sunbathing would improve his mindset further. Vitamin D and all that, right?
By the time he got outside, Shane was already soaking up the sun. He peered over at Reza when he appeared in the doorway, giving him a little smile. "Damn you look good," he said and gestured to the table in the shade where he'd put a glass and a jug of juice with some ice in it. "Come lounge with me," he said and raised his drink before feeling like he had to reassure Reza that he wasn't getting wasted already. "It's just soda," he said and tried to sound playful about it. "I'm gonna try to be less stupid, you know?"
He got himself a glass of juice -- not missing that Shane had put some effort into putting ice in it and all -- and went to join him. Reza tossed the towel to the side once he reached the lounge chairs, and instead of taking one for himself, he started to climb onto Shane’s with him, nudging him to the side. It was wide enough and they were slim enough to both fit, and he wanted to stay close. Maybe it was clingy, but Reza didn’t care. Shane’s exposed skin was already hot from the sun, and it felt good to press up against him. He was glad he wasn’t drinking yet, it was probably best that both of them stay sober today. Reza settled in without comment and sipped from his glass. “Does it ever actually get hot up here?” he wondered out loud. “Do you remember?”
Shane didn't care either if Reza was clingy, especially today. He felt clingy too, that unfamiliar insecurity still lingering with the fear that Reza could still change his mind. The more he touched him, the smaller that fear got so he could use all the skin-to-skin contact today, letting Reza's closeness soothe him. "The only times I remember ever being cold is when I'm around a nul," he murmured. "So I'm not the best guy to ask. Plus, I haven't been here in the summer since... Shit, I don't even remember that time. Everything before AIR is like a blur." He remembered snippets but he knew he'd lived here longer than a week and yet that's how long it felt like it had really been. Months, even. Maybe more? He would have to look up old news stories on his family to find out just how long it had been between the house fire and his abduction and that had never interested him. "I don't remember even being cold as a kid."
“Right, I forget you’re a furnace all the time,” Reza murmured with a soft chuckle. He was glad that Shane didn’t mind him practically lounging on him, he felt like he needed that closeness to let the reassurance really sink in too. Shane was alive and okay, and he didn’t really suspect Reza of whatever bad thoughts had made Shane not trust him when he was high. It had been a really bad day and night, but now it was over and he could let it go. “I can fuck with temperature a little, but I’ve heard of some air witches who have a lot of control over it. I’ve always been kind of jealous of that power. Especially during winter in Chicago.”
"I can raise your temperature," Shane admitted with a little grin. "You don't ever have to feel cold when you're with me." It was a tricky thing, not making it go too high, but he'd found a balance despite rarely using it. These days he mostly used it to fuck with people, if he bothered at all, but there had been a time he was pretty certain he had perhaps not saved a life, but definitely made someone more comfortable with it. Reza didn't need to know that this meant he could literally boil someone to death from the inside, he'd only done that once. "This is nice," he added and rubbed his nose against the side of Reza's head. "Thanks for coming back to me."
That was a fun little factoid to know, and Reza could imagine all sorts of nasty ways that could be used without Shane even having to say it. Knowing the possibilities didn’t disturb him though -- honestly, he found it kind of sexy. Shane was dangerous, it was exciting. It made Reza feel protected too, which was pretty novel for him -- usually he was dating human guys who could maybe beat someone up, but didn’t have the kind of power Reza had. Shane was his equal in that regard, if not even superior. Reza liked it. He turned his body a bit more toward Shane’s and lifted his chin to brush their lips together. “You’re already good at getting me hot,” he murmured suggestively. He decided not to address the last part -- to him, it was a given that he came back, but obviously not to Shane, so saying it would be a waste. Shane would just have to see him continuing to show up.
That put a grin on Shane's lips and it was a welcome reprieve from that sappy feels and guilt that had threatened to resurface. He kissed Reza back and those unwanted feelings seemed to dissolve for now to make space for something warmer and far more comfortable. "You're just easy," he teased, lightly rubbing his free hand against Reza's stomach. "I'm barely even trying." He let out a little snicker as soon as he'd spoken and shook his head. "That's not true," he murmured. "You just make it feel easy, but I'll work my ass off for you."
Reza was pretty sure that Shane didn’t work his ass off at many things, especially not relationships, so he knew how meaningful that actually was. At least he knew how meaningful he wanted it to be. Reza leaned over him briefly to set his drink down to free up his hand so he could caress Shane’s chest. “I’m easy just for you,” he agreed, a little smirk crossing his face. “And you’ve got a lot to make up to me today, so ... might want to get to working that ass off.” Reza grinned a bit to show it was light hearted, but if Shane wanted to alleviate some guilt in a fun way, he was not opposed to being pampered.
Reza was right, Shane didn't work his ass off at pretty much anything and he wouldn't even say he was doing so with Reza, but he had suffered for him, in ways he didn't allow himself to do for people and that had to mean something. "You want me to start now?" he asked, tittering a bit. He did have a lot of making up to do and the thought might have been a bummer, but it was the way Reza put it that amused him. "Any requests?" he added as he moved to sprinkle little kisses along Reza's jaw. "I don't wanna block your sunshine." He didn't really give a shit about sunbathing, it was nice to just not be indoors so that was why he was outside to begin with. The neighbors would have to go out of their way to see into their yard so he felt very comfortable doing some sexual things out there by the pool - or just lounge for a while, if that was what Reza wanted.
Some cheesy line about Shane being all the sunshine he needed crossed his mind, but Reza dismissed it as far too corny. He drifted his fingers through Shane’s hair to fluff it some more, a little smile stuck on his face. It was much more fun to think about ways Shane could repent for his transgression than to actually think about the transgression itself, so that was where he wanted to focus now. Reza wanted to really forgive him in a tangible way. “I’m already brown, I’m not worried about lack of sun,” he murmured. He brushed his lips against Shane’s temple, then gave his ear an nibble and added, “I’ll just say I’m open to being seduced, however you want to make that happen.”
Someone else might not be in the mood to seduce someone right out of the hospital but Shane was more than happy with that task, grinning a little at the bite. "I have an idea," he murmured. "You get comfy, stretch out. I'll be right back." He pulled away and took a long swig of his soda before putting it away and getting to his feet. "Have you noticed how there are never any flies bothering us out here? Do you think it's the magic in the air?" There were flies, he'd seen them in the flower beds, but they never came near the pool and that was super sweet and a nice perk of staying in this house.
Reza adjusted himself on the chair, stretching out as instructed, one hand moving behind his head. He watched Shane get up, never sad about having a view of him shirtless. Or in any state of dress, honestly. He was easy on the eyes, that was for damn sure. “I dunno,” he answered with a laugh. “Could be the magic. Maybe somebody enchanted this place to tell the flies to fuck off. ... or they just spray for pest control or something.” There were mundane explanations for things too, as boring as that was. Reza reached for his juice to sip while Shane did whatever he was going to do to initiate seduction.
It wasn't terribly seductive to leave but that's what Shane did, coming back minutes later with the tube of sunscreen. Oil was just not a smart thing to use in the strong sun, even if Reza was already brown as he said. "Roll over," he said and rested one knee on the chair as he got ready to join Reza again. "You've more than earned yourself a patented Shane massage." He was sure Reza could use one too, a deep tissue massage to relax those muscles that were probably still tense from the fear Shane had put him through.
He couldn’t help but grin when he saw Shane with the sunscreen tube, able to predict where that was going. It was no good for lube, of course, but he wasn’t about to turn down a massage. “A patented Shane massage, huh?” he laughed as he sat up. Reza twisted and adjusted the chair so it was laying down flat, then rolled over onto his stomach and got comfortable. “I feel privileged.” The sun already felt good on his back, like it was burning away any lingering darkness from the day before. Having Shane’s hands on him was going to feel even better, he was sure.
"You are super privileged," Shane told him as he moved to straddle his thighs, squeezing a generous amount of sunscreen into the palm of his hand. "It's a rare treat." He treated himself to a little kiss on Reza's back before he started slathering sunscreen on it and this was one thing he knew he was good at. He wasn't educated in the ways of massages but he knew what felt good and following the curves of bones and muscles came naturally. He wasn't fully satisfied until he'd gotten a deep sigh out of Reza, strong hands working the small of his back, pushing upward to his sides. "It's a treat for me too," he admitted quietly. "Your body is so fucking touchable."
There was a lot of tension in his back, so the deep sigh was completely genuine. He got massages at spas sometimes just to treat himself, but he hadn’t had a lover rub his back in quite a while, and those big hands of Shane’s felt divine. Reza took his sunglasses off and readjusted his head on his folded arms, a smile curling his lips at the compliment. “And it loves being touched by you,” he murmured. He wasn’t quite getting hard yet, but the lowkey pleasure of being massaged was definitely making his gut feel warmer. Plus the nice weight of Shane on the back of his thighs. “Feels so damn good.” Reza gave another sigh as his fingers passed over a tight spot.
Shane watched the profile of Reza's face with that warm feeling settling in his stomach. He was so stupidly beautiful and while Shane had been with probably hundreds of beautiful people, Reza stayed beautiful after he opened his mouth to speak and he stayed beautiful even after Shane had grown used to having him around and stayed beautiful even when Shane was angry. "Doesn't feel half bad for me either," he said quietly, moving his hands back down to rub at the muscles in Reza's ass, knowing just how good that felt and how not every masseuse took care of that area. Too sexual? It was bullshit, Shane preferred the people who didn't blanche at things like that. Every muscle in a body deserved a loving touch from someone. "You're tense," he pointed out. "I knew this was a good idea."
Reza groaned low in his throat when Shane’s hands moved to his ass. Even through his shorts, it felt good in multiple ways, and he felt his cock start to respond under him. “You’re good at this,” he murmured, the words coming out kind of dreamy now. It was easy to relax into it and let Shane work the tightness out of him. It wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind when he’d demanded penance, but this was definitely doing the trick. He wondered idly if massages had been part of what Shane put on offer back in the day, and decided he didn’t care. If Shane had practiced on johns to get this good at a back massage? Reza wasn’t going to complain.
"I told you," Shane all but purred at him and he'd be lying if he said he didn't love the way it was affecting Reza. That dreaminess was kind of contagious and he watched him with half lidded eyes as he worked his body over, enjoying every curve and angle under his palm, so familiar now and yet always so exciting. "You let me know when you're ready to turn around," he said after a little while. "This massage has a happy ending." He dipped down for just long enough to nibble on Reza's ear, then smoothed his hands down his back again, ending with a firm squeeze of his ass.
The nibble gave him a pleasant tingle, and Reza grinned a bit. It felt very dopey on his face, but he didn’t mind. “That’s illegal, you scoundrel,” he teased in a murmur. Reza let Shane rub his back for another moment or two, then lifted his head and looked back at him with a smirk. “Ready now.” Once Shane had climbed off of him, Reza turned over and started to settle, then paused and cocked a brow at his masseuse. “Shorts on or off?”
"I'll take care of them," Shane told him, looking him up and down hungrily. "Let me just start by-" he trailed off and resumed his massage, starting with Reza's right thigh, then his left. He gave himself plenty of time with it, going teasingly close to Reza's crotch every now and then, then skipping over that part of him altogether to rub his stomach and chest. He could see Reza getting harder and that made it a little more difficult to drag this out, but he'd said the massage had a happy ending and that meant there had to be a proper massage first. It wasn't too long before he gently hooked his fingers in Reza's shorts and started pulling them off though; he was feeling thorough, not sadistic.
It was unspeakably nice, lying there and getting rubbed down. If it hadn’t been so arousing, Reza might have dozed off, soaking up the warm sun and Shane’s talented hands. But every time those fingers moved close to his groin, he tingled all over with anticipation. It was easy to be patient when he was being pampered though, so he just enjoyed it until he felt the gentle tug on his shorts. Another little smile crossing his face, Reza lifted his hips so Shane could strip him naked, then settled back again, one hand tucked behind his head. The sun even felt good on his cock, full and hard against his lower belly, very ready to be touched.
Shane gave himself a moment to just look after he put the shorts aside, going back to stroking Reza's thighs with less purpose than before. He'd been pretty sure Reza had the most beautiful dick he'd ever seen the first time they met and the more he looked at it, the more that opinion solidified. Not touching it for a moment was fascinating, the way it was still getting harder, a living thing almost begging to get his hands on it. He didn't want to touch it though, not with sunscreen on his hands, what he did want was to taste, lick and suck until Reza was writhing with pleasure. "You're not too law abiding for a happy ending, are you?" he teased as he leaned down, starting with just a teasing little lick.
Just being looked at the way Shane was looking at him was hot as hell, and Reza’s lips turned up a little as he watched Shane’s face. He’d been complimented plenty of times in his life, he knew he was attractive to a lot of people, but there was something so pure about seeing it rather than hearing it. He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip as Shane bent down closer, his cock giving a little jump of anticipation. “Make it good, and maybe I won’t call the cops,” he teased back in a sleepy murmur, grinning faintly. Reza reached his free hand down to stroke fingers through Shane’s thick hair.
"I'll do my best," Shane said. "Just to avoid the cops, of course." He licked him again before gripping the base of Reza's cock to guide it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head. Even if he knew the neighbors were very unlikely to see them, there was still a little rush of danger in doing this outdoors. The sunshine felt good on his back and the smell of Reza mixed with sunscreen was summer incarnate. He didn't hold back, he'd said he'd do his best and so he did, for Reza's pleasure and to make up for everything but also in large part for his own pleasure because he fucking loved sucking Reza's cock.
They weren’t exactly in public, but Reza got that same small thrill anyway, because some nosy asshole could be watching them, but no neighbors were going to see them by accident. Was it even illegal to fuck in your own backyard? Reza wasn’t honestly sure. Nor did he care, because suddenly all he could really think about was Shane’s mouth on him. It always felt divine, but it felt even better when he was feeling so relaxed and heated up. Reza let himself melt into it, his fingers flexing in Shane’s hair as the first low moan passed his lips. He hoped Shane took his time, because he wanted to thoroughly enjoy this.
If someone was watching, that someone had to want to be watching and Shane just hoped they enjoyed the show. It made it even hotter to think they might have an audience, whether that was true or not, and Shane did love that thrill of the risk. He wasn't exactly taking his time, but he felt no need to rush Reza either, eager to please and taste so after teasing him for a moment he moved to swallowing his cock down in greedy gulps, one hand stroking Reza's thigh and hip, every now and then teasing at rubbing his balls. He'd always been a good cocksucker, a natural at that, and he scoffed at anyone who used that word in a demeaning way. He took pride in it, and with someone like Reza he took immense pleasure in it, his own cock filling out lazily, tenting his boxers.
Shane was definitely skilled at what he did, and it was easy for Reza to get completely lost in the pleasure he was creating in his body. After a while he forgot all about how this was supposed to be kind of an apology blowjob. It just felt so damn good, the reason for it didn’t matter. Reza was carried along on wave after wave of good feelings until he felt all wound up tight inside, his breath coming hard and fast and his body trembling under Shane’s hands and mouth. He moaned and his hips bucked, both hands buried in Shane’s hair now. Reza held him still for a moment as he thrust up into his mouth to satisfy that instinct a bit, and his breath caught on another low groan. “Fuck ... Shane ... I’m so close,” he gasped, his back arching restlessly.
That was exactly where Shane wanted him and he didn't fight the hold or even mind it, letting Reza use his mouth as he kept sucking and toying with his balls. He wanted every drop Reza could give him, ready to swallow it all down and lick his lover clean. Fuck but he loved his cock, the texture of it, the way it rubbed against his tongue faster now, pressing down into his throat. Shane's own cock twitched at the way Reza held him still and he arched his neck a little to make it all easier, the wet sounds of Reza's cock thrusting into his mouth just adding to his arousal.
There was something so sexy about fooling around outdoors. Maybe it was the connection to all the fresh air for him, or the risk of being seen, or that summer was just a sexy time ... but it didn’t really matter, it was just good. Reza couldn’t think about anything but how delicious Shane’s mouth felt and how deep he was taking Reza’s cock and all that pleasure-pressure that built and built until he couldn’t take anymore. His ass lifted off the chair as he came, his body shaking with the force of it, and everything was bliss for a stretch of moments. He tried not to be too loud since he hadn’t put up any sound barriers, all of his helpless moans muffled behind his lips. Finally Reza relaxed back, his grip loosening in Shane’s hair as everything went boneless.
Shane wasn't used to Reza holding back but that was his first clue that Reza hadn't set up a sound barrier and that just made this hotter. Holding back could be dead sexy and the way Reza sounded seemed to go straight to Shane's crotch. He licked him clean and then pressed lazy little kisses on his abdomen. "You gonna call the cops on me?" he drawled as he moved slowly up over Reza's body, nuzzling his chest and shoulder before stretching out on his side next to him. "Maybe our neighbors will beat you to it." He draped his arm over Reza's waist, rubbing his nose against his shoulder and pressing his erection against his hip. He was in no real rush to take care of that though, this had been kind of perfect and he just wanted to make Reza feel good today.
Reza certainly felt good at the moment, still getting tiny twitches of pleasure from his cock. He chuckled and stretched lazily as Shane got comfortable beside him again. The sun was still filling him with warmth and Reza felt like the most content cat in the universe. Smirking, he shifted around until he could reach Shane’s lips with his own for an indulgent kiss. “I’m the naked one, so they’d probably call on me,” he murmured after a moment, grinning. Reza shifted his arm to slip his hand into the front of Shane’s boxers. He wasn’t in any hurry to move either, but it felt good to have Shane’s cock in his hand, all that hot hardness he had helped create. He gave it a few slow, lazy strokes, his lips lightly caressing Shane’s again. “Do I give an extra tip for the happy ending? I don’t know the protocol ...”
"You're on the right track," Shane murmured quietly and this felt like a perfect lazy, sunny day handjob by the pool; no urgency, just that sweet summer vibe and Reza's body up against his with that mild scent of Shane's favorite sunscreen. He focused on the way their lips brushed together and the way Reza's breath mingled with his own and his warm hand felt oh so good on his cock. "But you don't have to worry about that, you already have credit," he reminded him. "Anything you tip is just extra." He kissed him, lingering for a few seconds before going back to that nice and near tickling closeness.
It was kind of amazing, how long that air of sexiness lingered for Reza even after he’d come. Shane just exuded sensuality all over the place, all the time, and Reza was helpless not to absorb it. He hummed a soft sound of acknowledgement, enjoying how Shane’s lips still gave him tingles in his stomach when he should just be ready to nap. The gorgeous velvety cock in his hand probably had something to do with it too. Reza brushed his thumb over the head and squeezed it a bit tighter. “I do like being extra,” he murmured, grinning faintly. Reza brought his hand up between their mouths to get some saliva on it, then went back to stroking Shane, hooded eyes on his. “And the service was excellent.”
Shane was slowly sinking into that sweet warmth of arousal where his brain didn't work quite right and everything got a little blurry around the edges. "You deserve nothing less," he managed to articulate anyway, chasing Reza's mouth for gentle but intimate kisses. "Excellent everything," he breathed between those small kisses and that definitely didn't include dealing with his dumb overdose. He pushed the thought away, not willing to let guilt and shame ruin the moment but it was hanging over him like a damn thundercloud so he just had to focus on not focusing on it. Instead he focused on the way Reza smelled, on the way his hand felt on his cock, the way his dark eyes looked at him whenever he pulled back a little, hazy with pleasure and mystery.
The OD was far in the back of Reza’s mind at the moment. His whole body felt loose and relaxed from both the massage and the orgasm, and all he cared about at the moment was making Shane feel good. He kept kissing him in that soft, languid way, plenty of lowkey arousal still humming in his system. Reza gradually tightened his grip and started stroking Shane’s cock with more purpose, wanting to feel him tremble with pleasure and hear him moan. There was so much more Reza could do than just give him a handjob, but it felt right today for some reason. They would probably fuck later on, but for the moment Reza wanted to feel in control, generously giving Shane a reward for pampering him ... plus he just loved to make him come. “You’re so hard,” he breathed against Shane’s lips. “Does it feel good?”
"Mmmhmm," Shane murmured in reply as he pushed against Reza's hand without much thought, his body seeking his out automatically and his hands roaming slowly over Reza's chest. It was getting easier not to think which was exactly what he needed right now, just pleasant static and thrumming of arousal and nothing else. They didn't often make do with handjobs but the mood was right and it felt amazing, especially since Reza knew exactly what he was doing with his hands, rubbing against sensitive spots just hard enough, ramping up Shane's arousal with ease. "You make me so hard," he whispered and that was true, Reza was something else, something he'd never tasted before.
It was a fact that Reza knew and got evidence for all the time, but he still loved to hear it. He hummed softly and smiled a tiny bit as he twisted his hand to rub differently against the head of Shane’s cock. It was an indulgent sort of feeling, just enjoying giving pleasure to his sexy ass man, with no thought for his own body anymore. Though Shane’s touches did feel really good, he was nicely relaxed, focused only on driving Shane crazy. Reza paused to refresh the spit in his hand, then gripped Shane tighter and stroked him a bit faster, ready to really hear him moan. There was no doubt they would fuck later on in the day, but he’d given Reza such a nice backrub and blowjob, Reza didn’t want to make him wait until then to really feel good.
There was a part of Shane that wanted to take charge, to roll over Reza and grind against him until he came, but it didn't feel right in the moment and Reza's hand just felt so damn good, why would he stop him? His breath hitched when Reza picked up the pace, getting into that sweet, fast rhythm that Shane loved so much. The static in his mind was replaced with thoughts and ideas he'd had about things to try with Reza and coupled with what was happening to his body, it ramped up his arousal and pleasure in no time. He felt breathless and dazed as he rocked his hips into the firm grip, tension growing in his cock and balls. He knew he could last a lot longer than this but right now he didn't want to, it was easy to just let go when Reza had already come and within a minute or two his cock twitched and his balls drew up tight. Shane didn't do as well with holding his moans back, he just didn't give a shit if someone heard him, but he still ended up muffling them a bit by pressing his face in against the crook of Reza's neck.
It was always funny how a handjob could either take forever or be the quickest way to get off, depending on one’s mood. Reza was glad that Shane was relaxed and into it enough to let it be the former. The way his body shivered and all the raspy pleasure in his voice was so hot. With a sense of warm accomplishment, Reza stroked him through his orgasm, slowing down and loosening his grip a bit so as not to overstimulate him. He barely even felt the warmth of Shane’s cum on his skin, it was already so pleasantly hot from the sun. Reza’s hand didn’t still until all of those after-shivers were over, then he kissed the side of Shane’s face. “Never gonna get tired of that,” he murmured.
"Lucky me," Shane whispered, his eyes still closed as he soaked in the afterglow and the all around good feelings of stretching out in the sun with Reza. "I don't feel like I have to move out just yet," he said, a little surprised by it and certain that he would have switched places already if not for Reza. "You make this place better just by being here." Was that too sappy? He wasn't used to feeling sappy after sex, post orgasmic regret was way more common, but he felt so settled in now, soothed and relaxed. Reza just made everything different. "I'm open to it though, if you get sick of the place."
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Reza answered softly, the corners of his lips turned up. The house was amazing, he didn’t think they could possibly stay long enough for him to get sick of it. He could read between the lines of Shane’s words, and he wasn’t really talking about the house. Reza hoped he was translating him correctly anyway. A lot depended on Shane being sincere, even if it wasn’t spoken out loud. “I’m glad you wanna stay.” Reza kissed the bridge of his nose, then his lips, soft and sweet. Today was already going much better than the day before, and all Reza wanted to do was spend the rest of it lounging and being indulgent with his boyfriend.