A/N: This bonus scene was specially written for my good friend shanehardy (who also appears in the main story I Am) and yeah, as you may have guessed, there's gonna be a whole lotta "sumpin sumpin" goin' on here between two of my OC Warblers. Consider yourselves warned. ;)
Chapter One - "Lay Your Hands On Me" (A Bonus Scene from Chapter Three of I Am)
Shane Hardy sat on the small sofa, hands laced behind his head and feet up on the coffee table as he watched TV. He was the only one awake in the quiet hotel room after the Warblers' victory party. His co-chaperone, Flint Wilson, had passed out a little while ago (shortly after chugging the last of the vodka). The rest, all freshman and sophomore Warblers, were sleeping; for many of them, it had been their first taste of alcohol.
Tonight, the "new-and-improved" Warblers had thrown off their stodgy image once and for all; the group had abandoned their former Simon & Garfunkel and Christopher Cross repertoire in favor of a cappella Top 40s pop. That and some seriously sick choreography had won them Regionals―and a place at Nationals.
Still buzzed, the Dalton Academy junior smiled as he thought back to his first off-campus trip with the Warblers: Regionals, his freshman year―which they'd lost. Afterwards, they'd done Long Island Ice Tea shots in a hotel room in Fort Wayne. And the LITs had been so perfectly mixed they hadn't tasted like alcohol; Shane had drank so many he'd puked all night and into the next day.
It was a shame he couldn't remember a whole lot about that night; from what he'd been told, it had been as eventful as tonight. He looked around at the younger boys, his eyes falling on Jeff Sterling and Nick Duval. Or "Niff" as the older guys had started calling them. They were best friends―who'd just passionately made out for about twenty minutes before conking out. Shane smiled; he'd seen it coming for months. The little looks. The unconscious touches. The verging-on-flirtatious bantering.
And the fact that they were both oblivious to it made it just that much cuter. Though he felt kinda bad for them; after their respective hangovers wore off tomorrow, the realization of what they'd done would be as awkward as any rom-com with the same plot. That is, if they remembered it at all...
Speaking of cute, curled up on one of the beds was Blaine Anderson, the freshman whose lips he'd deflowered tonight. The despondent look on Blaine's face had been adorably sad when the Never Have I Ever question "Never have I ever kissed a dude" had made his drunken brain fixate on the fact he'd never kissed a boy. So sad in fact he'd made Shane want to put him out of his misery.
Which he had, with a not-quite-so chaste kiss on the mouth.
Things had been quiet for a while when Shane heard the click of the lock. He looked up from the TV to see the door opening; it was Duncan, back from the hotel lounge and sporting his signature sly smile.
Duncan Wood looked around at the sleeping underclassmen, most of whom had just crashed where it was convenient. "Hey, Heartthrob," he stage-whispered, winking at Shane.
"Hey yourself. What's doin'?"
"A best friend's work is never done. I made sure that Kenny hooked up. Some girl from UC," Duncan said, smirking. Sure, Ken Stevenson might look like a blond preppy god, but he was a total stiff when it came to girls. (Duncan was pretty sure it was because he'd gone to all-boys schools since the first grade.) His smirk got even more evil when he remembered the college girl mauling his half-drunk friend on the dance floor. "He'll be warbling tomorrow for sure."
Duncan stepped into the room―by stepping over Thad, who was spooning with a sofa cushion―and quirked an eyebrow. "Everything okay here in the Babysitter's Club?"
"Well, y'know...somehow they went and got themselves drunk," Shane joked, the alcohol thickening his normally faint Southern drawl. He knew Duncan knew about the...libations Flint had packed in his bag. "But better in here than runnin' loose through the hotel. Unless y'all raised hell down in the bar, Dalton's reputation is intact."
"The Head'll be thrilled..." Duncan stopped when he noticed Nick and Jeff cuddling. They were leaning up against the foot of the bed. Nick's head was resting on Jeff's shoulder with Jeff's head resting on top of Nick's. They were holding hands, fingers laced, and their legs were intertwined.
"Well, this is...interesting," he commented, shooting Shane an arch look. "And unexpected."
"Nah, it's been a long time coming."
"Get out. The Brothers Niff, huh?" His amused smile widened as he remembered something. "Wait a minute...I thought Duval was straight."
Shane shrugged. "Maybe. Didn't stop him from planting the first one on Sterling," he recounted. "Who gladly returned the favor."
"First kiss, huh?" Duncan looked down at the sleeping pair. "Go for it, guys."
Shane chuckled, "Shame they were so shit-faced they probably won't even remember it."
"Yeah. Just blame it on the alcohol," he half-sang.
Still enjoying his own buzz, Shane stood and walked over to Duncan. Who looked freaking incredible tonight, by the way. "Well, Mr. Wood, you took good care of your best friend. Now how 'bout your boyfriend?"
Smiling, Duncan threaded his fingers through Shane's silky hair and pulled him in for a kiss. "Don't worry," Duncan whispered, taking him by hand and guiding him toward the door to the adjoining room. "I always tip the babysitter..."
As they went through the door, their lips locked again, Shane loving that Duncan's tasted of rum. Inside, Shane broke their clinch and walked over to the window while Duncan closed the door and locked it with a sharp clack. "Can't have any of the kiddies walking in, can we?" he said, his voice husky.
As Shane looked out at the bright lights of the city, Duncan slid an iPod into a dock and called up the playlist. His forehead wrinkled as he scrolled though the unfamilliar song titles―this sure as hell isn't mine―but his lips pursed with a dirty smile when he saw an intriguing (and vaguely familiar) one and selected it. An almost tribal drum beat filled the air.
Shane turned at the unfamiliar music―to see Duncan unbuttoning the purple fitted shirt he'd worn under his already discarded blazer. Shane almost felt his eyes dilating at the sight watching Duncan's pecs flex as he unfastened the last button and slid the shirt off his broad shoulders. Duncan knew that he loved him in (and out) of that shirt. Not to mention how the charcoal dress pants he wore showed off that bubble butt of his to perfection.
Casting the shirt aside, Duncan strode over to Shane and pressed up against his back, kissing the nape of his neck while sneaking his hands under his Ole Miss football jersey. While stroking Shane's chiseled body, Duncan slowly brought his hands up, dragging the jersey up and over Shane's head and letting it drop to the floor.
Duncan interlaced his fingers with Shane's and leaned both sets of hands on the window frame. Then attacked his neck and shoulders with his mouth. "What brought this on?" Shane grinned, head falling back as Duncan sucked on his pulse point.
"A little birdie texted me that you're kissing other men," Duncan purred, disentangling his fingers. "Younger men. I figured you need to be taught a lesson." He ran his hands down Shane's muscular arms and around to massage his smooth chest.
"Babe, I swear it was for the sake of morale," Shane replied, hissing as Duncan began caressing his nipples. "Ohhh, yeah..."
Duncan slowly began moving downward, his tongue running down the defined line of Shane's spine and sending tingling sensations through his body. As he felt his toes start to curl, the song lyrics for Bon Jovi's "Lay Your Hands On Me" began:
"Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me"
Shane snorted. "You gotta be kiddin' me. Where did you find this...?"
"Don't know. But don't knock it, guy, they got the right idea," Duncan said as he reached down and traced each one of Shane's well-defined abs with his fingers. Shane snickered when he tickled his navel.
"Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me-ee"
Shane chuckled, squirming as Duncan began nipping at his waist―his most ticklish spot.
"Come on!"
Duncan got down on his knees, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Shane's gym shorts. Following right behind with his active tongue, he slid them downward, revealing his boyfriend's ass. Running his hands down Shane's hips, Duncan whispered, "I love it when you go commando," while spreading Shane's legs wide.
"If you're ready, I'm willin' and able
Let me lay my cards out on the table
You're mine and I'm yours for the takin'
Right now the rules we made are meant for breakin'"
Duncan's tongue continued its downward crawl into his ass crack―then lapped at a certain sensitive spot. Shane jumped, gripping the window frame and moaning as a jolt of pleasure rocked his body.
"What you get ain't always what you see
But satisfaction is guaranteed
They say what you give is always what you need"
Shane swore he could feel Duncan's cheeks spreading in a satisfied smile down there as his talented tongue continued probing his hole over and over and over. Oh god, oh god ohgodOHGOD! Shane's moans deepened, became more guttural.
"So-o-o, if you want me to
Lay my hands on you
"Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me"
Duncan stopped then slid himself between Shane's legs. He rotated on his ass until his face was inches from his boyfriend's crotch. Dipping down, he took one of Shane's bare low-hanging balls his mouth and sucked while gently rolling the other in his hand. It wrung a long groan from the younger boy. Then Duncan started alternating. Shane's breathing was ragged and heavy―then hitched when Duncan gripped his already-hard and dripping cock.
"All you gotta do is
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me"
Dragging his mouth off its current occupant with a loud popping smack, Duncan smirked, "Time for the main event."
"Now listen up!"
Shane shivered when Duncan blew gently on the swollen head of his dick―then inhaled sharply as he wrapped his lips around it, ticking the underside cleft with that eager tongue of his. Oh, fuck...
"I'm a fighter, I'm a poet, I'm a preacher
I've been to school and, baby, I've been the teacher
If you show me how to get up off the ground
I can show you how to fly and never ever come back down!"
Ohhhh, god, I'm flying now, babe, Shane's brain was barely able to think as Duncan's head bobbed up and down, those lips sliding further and further down his eight-inch shaft with each stroke of his mouth. When he started reaching the base, he hummed. The sensation was mind-blowing. Gritting his teeth, Shane dug his fingers into Duncan's rumpled thatch of black hair.
"Everything you want is what I need
Your satisfaction is guaranteed
But the ride don't never ever come for free!"
While still deep-throating Shane, Duncan reached under and started putting pressure on his hole with his index finger. As he felt it slowly slide inside him, Shane gasped. Oh, shit, shit, yeah, right there―!
His head snapped back when Duncan's finger brushed his hot spot and sent him into orbit. And again. He didn't think he was gonna last much longer...
"If you want me to lay my hands on yo-ou
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me"
Duncan swore he felt Shane's cock getting even bigger and harder in his mouth as he mercilessly massaged his prostate non-stop. Shane squirmed at the exquisite torture, feeling like his dick was gonna explode. Duncan knew it wasn't gonna be much longer when he heard Shane start hissing, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck..." Looking up, he saw Shane's adorably scrunched face and taut chest were beet red.
"All you gotta do is
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me-ee..."
FUUUUCK! Shane yelped as he came, body jerking uncontrollably as his cock shot gusher after gusher down Duncan's throat. Who did his best to swallow it all, but couldn't. He coughed and cum dribbled out of the corner of his mouth. Shuddering, Shane put his hands on Duncan shoulders trying to support himself. "Ohhhh, fuuuuck..." he croaked.
Shane stumbled and Duncan stood, wrapped his still-trembling boyfriend in his arms and said, "I love you, Shay," before kissing him deep and hard.
Shane tasted his own saltiness, tinged with the flavor of the clementine oranges he ate every morning. The shaking finally subsiding, he nestled his head against Duncan's chest and whispered, "I love you too, Dunk." He smiled as he felt his heart beating under his ear.
After a moment, Duncan let himself fall sideways, pulling Shane down on the bed with him. "And now, my young padawan, your lesson learned I hope you have..." he teased, talking like Yoda. It was an old joke, as Shane had looked so much like Anakin Skywalker in Attack of the Clones when they'd met two years ago he could've been Hayden Christensen's brother. Now, with his longer hair, he'd transitioned to the hot Revenge of the Sith Anakin.
"I have, master. What would you have me do to prove it?" Shane replied, using the same stilted dialogue style of the Star Wars films.
"C'mere..." Duncan smirked and pulled him toward him...
TO BE CONTINUED...?
A/N: Whew! There you go. My first fic with erotica. Or smut. You decide on the semantics. Hey, buddy, hope you enjoyed it. How am I doing so far?
The chapter title "Lay Your Hands On Me" comes from the Bon Jovi song of the same name, released on their 1988 album New Jersey.
Thanks for reading. Reviews are always welcome and appreciated.
