Shannon Murphy (shantastic) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2021-11-02 19:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, caden, caden x shan, shan |
Who: Caden and Shan
Where: Home
When: Late, Tuesday 6/19
Warning: NSFW
Status: complete
After leaving the Porch, Caden followed his instinct to stop and buy a small bottle of liquor before he drove out to Blackwater Woods. He didn’t get out of his truck, but parked along the road near where he and Aaron had buried Joseph. It was late and he should have driven home after the “family meeting”, but Caden was much more content to sit alone in the dark and drink for a bit. After a while, the liquor began to numb the weight of all the secrets he had been harboring and Caden felt like he could finally go home with his mind somewhat intact. After lighting a cigarette and flipping off the woods to his right, Caden started up the truck and headed for home.
Shan was still awake when he arrived but that wasn’t surprising. She kept strange hours, which he attributed to her previous job. Leaving the half empty bottle in his truck, Caden walked up the small porch to let himself in the house.
Shan was on the living room floor, idly watching late night TV while she did some stretches. She hadn’t been here long yet, but she was already missing her pole. Dancing had been her workout and her release and mental escape, and she hadn’t found a place yet to recreate that for herself. It was no excuse to let her body go to shit though, so she’d at least been stretching regularly. She’d been up and around when Caden had left to go to the bar -- he hadn’t told her why, just that he had to go -- and the sound of his truck returning got her attention. Still sitting in a partial split, Shan grabbed the remote to turn the volume down a bit as he came in. “Hey,” she greeted, looking up at him. “Everything okay?”
Shrugging out of his jacket, Caden hung it up and then went to sit down so he could untie and tug off his boots. It was still strange sometimes, to come home to a woman who wasn't Roxy. But Caden found he was getting used to it. "Yeah," he said, focused on the shoelaces more than anything else. "Gavin wanted to tell us our dad was dead. But I figured already, so it's fine." No, he knew already. He had watched it happen, after all. Helped his baby brother clean it up. Bury the body. Just thinking about it seemed to trigger the stench of death in his nostrils and Caden grimaced as he tugged one boot off and started working on the other.
Both of her brows raised high, and Shan hit the mute button on the remote, pivoting to face him as she crossed her legs in front of her. “Goddamn,” Shan murmured quietly. She didn’t really give a shit about Caden’s dad, of course, since she didn’t know him, but she was watching his face closely, trying to judge how she should react to this news. “Is that ... a good thing?” It was a careful question, but Caden didn’t seem upset about it. Not that she knew what his upset face was like, besides being pissed at her about the marriage thing. Shan just knew better than most people just how badly a shitty dad could suck. She wished hers was dead every single day.
Caden grunted as he pulled his last boot off. Once he dropped it to the ground he rested his arms on his thighs and looked at Shan. "Hell yeah, it's a good thing. He was a piece of shit. No one is sad that he's gone." Caden didn't know if that was true. His mom might be sad. Gavin was probably sad too because Gavin had always had a complicated relationship with their father. But... Caden was relieved, more than anything. Maybe he hadn't processed any of it yet but he didn't much care. "He was an asshole to everyone he met, including his own grandkids."
He didn’t look super happy about it either, but maybe that just made him sane. Shan was tempted to ask if the old man had been sick or what, since Caden had figured he was dead, but she didn’t want to push him for any information he didn’t want to tell her already. She wasn’t really part of the family. “Then congratulations,” Shan offered with a wan smile. “I’m going to throw a fucking party when my father finally dies.” She pushed up onto her knees and shuffled in closer to him, resting her hands on his forearms. “You want a drink? A blowjob? What can I do?” Caden obviously didn’t need consoling, if he wasn’t sad, but Shan could at least be distracting for him, if he wanted a distraction.
Caden blinked when Shan mentioned her father and he wanted to laugh at himself for not even imagining the woman having family of her own. He supposed he thought of her as some magical stripper unicorn that appeared in the world solely for him. But no, she was a flesh and blood woman with a past. He just hadn't been bothered to ask her about it. Chuckling, Caden shook his head. "Had enough to drink tonight." Was he feeling horny enough for a blow job? With that stench of death in his memory? The way his dad had looked after Jasper finished with him? Caden eyed Shan instead. "What's your dad like?"
Too late, Shan realized her mistake in bringing up her own father. She hated him with every fiber of her being, but she didn’t like to talk about him ever. She especially didn’t want this man she’d married to look at her like she was damaged goods, or worse, someone to pity. Shan would much rather suck his dick. Her expression closed off in a subtle sort of way and she lifted her chin higher. “He’s a fucking monster. Trust me, that’s all you want to know about it,” she said evenly. She had been fine not being asked about her past or her family -- Shan had moved on from both, and she wanted to keep moving, without ever looking back. That was part of why it had been so easy to pick up and move to Maine on a whim.
Caden wasn't going to push for more because he didn't like being pushed himself. Instead, Caden leaned back against the chair and rubbed a hand over his face wearily. "Fair enough," he said after dropping his hand away. The night had been heavy and he didn't even know what he wanted right now. Maybe he should drink more. Or he should shower. Or just go pass out in bed. "They're gonna probably have some kind of memorial for my dad. Don't know when. You don't have to go." Caden had a feeling she probably would anyway, if only to be seen. Or meet the rest of his family. What better time to get to know her new in-laws than at their dad's funeral?
Shan sat back on her heels and let her hands fall away as Caden sat back. She was guessing the blowjob was off the table, which was disappointing, but whatever. He’d just learned his dad died, and that affected a person, no matter how shitty the dad. “You don’t have to go either, you know,” she offered with a tiny shrug. “They can’t tell you how to deal with it. Or I could go with you to give you an excuse to leave early or something.” Shan didn’t exactly want to go to a funeral for someone she hadn’t ever met, but if Caden needed an alibi or someone to cause a scene, she was game to do that for him.
Maybe he was mildly drunk, or just mentally exhausted, but Caden didn't want Shan to shift back from him, so he leaned forward to grip her upper arms, pulling her up to get her on his lap. It might have been strange and she might not have wanted to be there, but Caden didn't really care. Even if he wouldn't admit it, physical touch was nice, especially now when he was feeling shitty. "They wouldn't tell me how to deal with it," he said finally. "I think they know better than that, but they'd expect me to be there for our mom. I'm not gonna say no to having you there as an excuse to leave though."
The corner of Shan’s mouth quirked up as Caden pulled on her, and she went without resistance, moving to straddle his lap. Men were giant babies deep down when they were upset, so she wasn’t too surprised that he did actually want some physical comfort. Shan draped her arms around Caden’s shoulders and lightly scritched in the back of his short hair with her nails. She was only wearing some short shorts and a low-cut tank top, and she was tempted to pull him into her cleavage, but decided it was best to let him do that himself. She realized she hadn’t thought at all about Caden’s mom, so it made sense that he would need to go. Shan didn’t feel any obligations at all to her blood family, but she knew she wasn’t the norm. “I’m like, really good at leaving things early ... I could be a bored bitch, or get too upset ... pretend we had a fight and storm off to the car. Anything you need, I got your back,” she murmured with a faint smirk.
"We'll see how it goes," he said dryly, though he was amused that she seemed to have several outs already ready to go. He figured if his mom wanted to have a proper memorial for Joseph, it would consist of their small family and some of his old man's shitty friends. It probably wouldn't even last that long. One could hope, anyway. He eyed Shan, his hands resting on her hips. "They'll be expecting drama, you know." His siblings had probably already made their minds up about her, even though Aaron was the only one to have met her. Not that Caden cared much. He had almost always done what he wanted. It was his life, not theirs.
Shan was sure he was right about that. She didn’t often put a lot of energy into guessing what other people thought of her, but she was sure Caden’s family thought she was some lunatic gold digger who’d come to steal all his money. Or just a gross old whore or whatever ... unless Aaron had already told them how hot she was. The thought made her smile and she arched a brow at Caden. “And do you like to live up to their expectations, or undercut them?” she asked. Shan wasn’t going to ask him to tell her how to behave, but his was the only opinion she really cared about, and she didn’t want to alienate him so fast over sensitive family matters like his dead father. “I’m full of drama, just as a person, but I can reel it in.”
Caden already knew what his family thought of Shan just based on what they had done in Atlantic City. Yes, it had been impulsive and stupid, but it was what it was. Given how long Gavin had stayed married to a lunatic, he really didn't think his brother had any room to judge. And Caden had made his thoughts pretty clear on Aaron's relationship. If Shan ever tried to stab Caden to death, then Aaron could voice his opinion. Running his hands back around to grip Shan's ass, Caden felt himself relaxing further. The liquor certainly helped and maybe there was some relief that Gavin at least knew Joseph was dead and they could all move on. Finally. "I don't know," he said honestly. "I just do whatever the fuck I want and if that pisses them off, then it pisses them off. Trust me, my brothers are the last two people who ought to be judging my choices. They're as fucked up as I am."
She supposed that meant they would just play the funeral drama by ear. Shan was fine with that, she wasn’t good at planning ahead either. She pretty much did whatever the fuck she wanted too, she just didn’t have a family to even consider anymore. “We’ll see, then,” she murmured, echoing his words from a moment ago. She gave a tiny wiggle of her hips to push into Caden’s hands, enjoying the sensation of being grabbed as usual. He had strong hands, and she liked them on her. Shan leaned in to nuzzle her nose against Caden’s, then pressed a couple of slow, soft kisses against his cheek. “Sure there’s nothing I can do for you?” she asked softly as she moved down to his jaw.
His cock had already started stirring in his jeans even if his brain wasn't fully on board with it. He was just so fucking tired and as much as he did love his siblings, dealing with them always put him in a strange mood. Shan's lips on his skin felt nice and he instinctively lifted his hips, pressing his hardon against her crotch. He would be fucking stupid to say no to anything she wanted to do to or with him so he brought one hand up to slip it into her hair, gripping it tight as he drew her mouth to his. Caden wasted no time slipping his tongue into her mouth, his other hand still pressed against her ass. He liked having her weight in his lap and he wasn't really ready to let her go just yet.
Shan wasn’t in any rush to go anywhere either. Feeling that he was hard already gave her a sharp tingle between her legs, and she automatically ground down against the bulge in Caden’s jeans. She was much better at this sort of comfort than any other. Not that Caden had asked her for comfort, but still. Even if their circumstances were weird, they were a couple and he’d had a rough evening, so she wanted to make him feel better. It wasn’t entirely unselfish, of course, because Shan liked everything about Caden’s body. It was easy to melt into that firm grip on her hair and his full lips. She caressed his tongue with her own, humming softly as she slow-rolled her hips against him.
Caden had never been one to ask for sympathy or comfort or anything that might make him uncomfortable. He had mastered the art of burying the things that hurt him because he had grown up understanding that emotion would get him knocked around. And maybe it had been years since Joseph had laid a hand on Caden but that instinct to protect himself was still living strong inside of him. It didn't even occur to him that having Shan grind on him was a kind of coping mechanism. Right now it felt good and that was what he wanted. His cock strained against the denim he wore, eager for more friction but he was okay with denying himself for now. His fingers itched to touch and he slipped one beneath the material of her shorts, his fingers stroking the skin inside of her thigh. This had to be healthier than drinking himself to death tonight.
Shan wasn’t going to sit there and psychoanalyze him, but she wasn’t surprised about any of this. Every man she’d ever known wanted sex when they felt bad, whether it was from grief or anger or illness. If they weren’t actively dying, they wanted to fuck, and surely that didn’t even matter to some of them. Sometimes it was annoying, often it was hot, and this time it was definitely something she wanted to do for him. For both of them, maybe. Caden’s hand inside of her shorts just turned her on more, and Shan’s hand dipped down to cover his through the cotton. She pushed it closer to her pussy, glad that she hadn’t bothered with underwear when she’d gotten dressed earlier. She was already wet and throbby, and the feel of Caden’s fingers drew a whine out of her. Shan bit at his bottom lip before kissing him with more hunger.
Caden didn't need to be told what Shan wanted, though he was encouraged by her hand guiding his. His thumb found her clit and he began to rub firmly, groaning against her mouth. Already his cock felt like it was ready to explode but Caden was just buzzed enough that it staved off some of his impatience. Maybe this was the only real way he knew to make himself feel better. This or alcohol, but sex at least had a lesser possibility of killing him. His free hand gripped her ass firmly and he shifted his hand just enough to slip a finger inside of her pussy. If he didn't get his cock inside of her soon he was probably going to lose his mind, but having her moan and rock over him was too fucking hot to stop now.
Everybody had their coping methods -- sex had always been one of Shan’s. Maybe that was fucked up considering all the sexual violence that had plagued her life, but it was something else to be choosing it, even when she wanted it rough and mean. It was all complicated in her mind, and she’d never spent the effort to unravel it all and figure herself out. Who gave a shit? She wanted what she wanted, and right then she wanted any part of Caden inside of her. His finger made her moan louder, and her hips rolled with more urgency. She needed more than that too however, and after a moment the ache got too demanding. Shan pushed herself back from his mouth, further down his thighs until she could reach the fly of his jeans. Licking her lips, Shan started undoing the button and zipper, eager to get to the prize under the denim. “You want me to sit on this fat dick, baby?” she murmured in the meantime.
All he could do was grunt a response, his brain sparking nothing but incoherent thoughts. If she hadn't started for the fly of his jeans, Caden would've. He was more or less done with the delay, ready to get his cock into that tight, wet heat. The rest of the night was now a bit of a blur in his mind, though he knew memories and flashes of his dad would plague him in his sleep later. He hadn't had enough to drink to blot them out completely but that was something he was more than willing to deal with later. Caden let her work his jeans open, his brain focused on one thing and one thing only. He knew she didn't need to take her shorts off, but he wanted them off so he drew his hand away from her to slip his fingers into the waistband of them. "Take 'em off."
Shan had intended to just pull the crotch of her shorts to the side, but it would be easier with them off, and she wasn’t going to say no to Caden on anything tonight. She waited until she had gotten her hand inside of his boxers to pull his cock free, moaning as she gave it a stroke. In spite of the night and the alcohol he’d had, he was hard as a rock, and that just made her want him more. Shan slipped backward off of his lap and stood up so she could push her shorts down and off, eyes still on him. For good measure, she pulled the front of her tank top down enough to pull her tits out too, fondling herself while she waited for further instructions. “Where do you want me?” she asked, her tone sultry as she slipped one hand down to rub at her pussy.
They'd had plenty of sex since they returned from Atlantic City. Caden found that was the one thing they were really good at together and he licked his lips as she tugged her tank top down. Her tits really were a work of art and his hands itched to grope and squeeze. "C'mere," he said, reaching out to grab her waist and pull her back onto his lap. He could push her to her knees, fuck her from behind or any number of positions - she was pretty damn adventerous, but right now he wanted her weight on him again. The chair was a bit restrictive but that was fine with him. He just wanted his cock inside of her so he could find that blissful, mindless release and forget the entirety of the evening.
She let out a tiny giggle as Caden grabbed her, not at all opposed to riding him until he couldn’t see straight anymore. Shan got her knees situated on either side of Caden’s hips and dipped her head in to give him another hungry kiss. She rocked her hips to rub her slick pussy against his cock for a brief moment, moaning in her throat at how good just that felt. Breaking the kiss to breathe, Shan slipped a hand between them to guide his erection as she sank down onto it. God, she was already addicted to that stretched, full feeling. Shan squeezed around him, then started to move her hips again, rolling them slowly at first just to feel him deep. She could sense he wouldn’t have patience for it for long though, so after a moment Shan started to speed up her rhythm.
Still being in his jeans made things a bit more restrictive but that was okay with Caden. His entire body was hot and itching for the friction and Shan didn't disappoint. His hands gripped her hips tight but he didn't guide her body, instead just wanting to press his fingertips into her skin as she began to ride him. That tight heat was as close to heaven as Caden would ever be, that much he was sure, and his head fell back against the chair, eyes closing as another groan escaped him. Goddamn, she was fucking hot and sexy and even though he knew what they had done in Atlantic City was stupid as fuck, he found it hard to care much when his cock was inside of her. So many relationships were based on sex, right? So why not just enjoy this while he could. His hands slid around to grab her ass and Caden tried to move with her the best he could sitting down. But it was something to just be able to lose himself in every tingling sensation Shan was drawing out of him.
Pretty much every relationship Shan had ever been in had been based on sex, so all of this felt exceedingly normal to her. She’d never gotten as far as getting married before, of course, but who was she to question her intoxicated decisions? Fucked-up-Shan had obviously wanted this, and so far it had been kind of weirdly fun, so who gave a shit? Life was short and meaningless, she might as well get some damn good orgasms out of it while she could. Her moaning picking up steam, Shan let her body take over, holding onto Caden’s shoulders as her hips rocked and bounced over his lap. His cock felt so good, even the scrape of denim against her skin felt good, and she felt herself rushing closer to climax. It was pretty easy to make her come, and Shan was the expert at it, so she didn’t need Caden to do much of anything but let her ride him. Her breath hitched and her movements got a bit more frantic the closer she got, letting out helpless whimpers. She cupped his face and leaned in closer to kiss him desperately again, whining “Fuck, you feel so good” against his lips.
The more carnal side of Caden wanted to do more than just sit there and let her have her way with him, but the exhausted side of his brain was more than fine with being lazy and just enjoying the feel of her body riding his. Every little move she made sent sharp sparks of pleasure through him and he had already forgotten about the little family meeting he'd been a part of earlier. Caden's hands tightened on her skin, that urge to leave bruises too strong to ignore. She already had his ring on her finger but he wanted to mark her in other ways, show all the men in town she was taken. He groaned into her kiss before biting at her lower lip. One hand rose to tangle in her hair, gripping the dark strands tightly before he yanked her head back to bite at her neck. With his clothes on it was becoming increasingly, almost uncomfortably warm, but Caden welcomed it. He wouldn't have stopped this for anything.
The rough handling and Caden’s teeth against her skin were exactly what Shan needed from him -- besides his thick cock inside of her, of course. She could ride any sufficiently big man and get herself off if she had enough time and room to fantasize, but everything Caden did made it so much easier to reach those heights. Shan gave a sharp moan at the bite, and she pulled against the grip in her hair ... not to get away, just to feel that sting in her scalp even more. The low level pain and the possessive way he gripped her only added to her building pleasure. Her hips pumped with abandon, driving Caden’s cock into her as she rubbed her clit against his pubic bone with every stroke. A moment later she was sent flying, her body clenching and pulsing hard around him as she cried out helplessly, grinding down against his body. It was total physical bliss, and Shan completely forgot that her original purpose was to make him feel better.
Caden had intended on making this last as long as he could but as soon as he felt the rhythmic throbbing of her pussy around his cock, he fell headfirst into mindless pleasure, thrusting as hard into her body as he could from where he sat beneath her. Shan could take it. He had been far rougher with her and she always seemed to get off on it. That certainly made the experience that much more intense and Caden couldn’t help but think he’d hit the jackpot when he met her. After another few thrusts, Caden spilled inside of her with a grunt, his tense muscles immediately beginning to tremble. His face stayed buried against her neck where he panted, not quite ready to move.
Humming her approval, Shan kept moving her hips through Caden’s orgasm to pull as much pleasure out of him as she could. They hadn’t had much time together yet, but she was pretty sure these were the moments where both of them felt the best overall. Maybe that was sad, maybe it was just human, she didn’t know. In either case, Shan brought her hands up to cradle the back of his skull, nails scritching lightly in his short hair. As soon as he eased up on her hair, she tilted her head forward to let her cheek rest against his head. It was nice just to sit there and catch her breath with Caden’s cock still twitching inside of her. Shan didn’t want to ruin it by talking, so she kept her mouth shut for the moment.
Caden was grateful that she didn’t try to talk to him. With his blood cooling, his grip on her loosened, though he didn’t let her go or push her away just yet. Maybe her fingernails felt nice against the back of his head. He used to love it when Roxy would do it. It was oddly comforting, not that Caden was one to admit that. With his balls empty and his body spent, he felt like it would be easier to sleep tonight. Maybe he’d get lucky and get through the night without any dreams. Finally, after a few more minutes of silence, Caden fell back against the chair again, shifting a bit beneath Shan. “I’m gonna take a shower,” he muttered before cocking a brow. “Come with me?” They were both partially dressed but he felt a bit eager to get her fully naked, even if it was just to soap up her tits and ass.
Words were super overrated, so Shan was content just to sit there while their bodies relaxed again. It hadn’t been as rough and tumble as she usually liked sex, but she’d gotten off and it felt good to make Caden feel better, even just physically and briefly. Maybe she could keep him distracted until they fell asleep. She might not have a lot of feelings invested in him yet, but he was a person who’d just gotten some personal news that stirred up other shitty things inside, and Shan had all the sympathy in the world for that. Daddy issues were rough, no matter who they came from. She smiled at Caden’s invitation and nodded. “I need one now that you got me all messy,” she murmured, giving a little wink as she moved to climb off of him. Shan tugged her top off and left it on the floor as she padded toward the bathroom. Maybe he would let her massage his back a bit with the soap or something. It wasn’t often that Shan felt so giving, but tonight she wanted to be a good partner for Caden, however weird their situation was.
Caden's fingers itched to reach out for her as soon as she slipped off his lap but then Shan was padding away topless and somehow he found the energy to push himself up from the chair to follow her. He wasn't going to complain if she wanted to massage his back or touch him in any way. As long as she didn't want to talk, Caden was more than fine with it. Physical touch didn't always comfort him, depending on his mood, but now that he was feeling a little sated and relaxed, Caden felt like he could get through the rest of the night without snapping. The shit with Joseph was over now. Everyone knew he was dead. If he had to carry the secret of how he died to his own grave, he would. One day at a time was all he could handle right now.