So this will be the last chapter i upload until i receive reviews. I have big plans for this story but if no one is reading it, why waste my time writing?

omniscient point of view

When Bret awoke it was 5 o'clock. After taking his shower, he walked over to his closet, to pick out something to wear. After much debate, he decided upon a red button up and a pair of dark jeans. Very casual compared to what he usually wore, which is a black suit.

By the time he was ready it was 7:45. Bret grabbed his car keys off of his kitchen counter and headed out the door, locking it behind him. He arrived at Shawn's home just a few minutes shy of 8. Bret assumed Shawn saw his car pull up because before Bret had time to exit the car Shawn was leaving his home and approaching the car. Bret jumped out of the car and ran over to where Shawn stood.

"You look...Amazing." the raven haired man said, admiring Shawn's choice in attire. He wore a dark purple silk shirt accompanied by a pair of black leather pants. His hair was curly as it hung on his shoulders.

"Thanks. You don't look half bad yourself." Shawn said, as Bret opened the car door so the blond could get in. Bret turned on the radio and the sound of Scorpions was playing. Their song Still Loving You embraced them as they pulled away from the house.

"So where are we going?" he asked once they entered the highway.

"It's this Italian place just on the outside of town. You're going to love it." Bret explained. The entire ride from there was silent and they reached the restaurant not too long after. It was a small place, Hanover, was the name. Bret loved coming here ever since he was a little kid. They made their way insides and were seated.

"So, this is our official first date and I know nothing about you." Shawn began, as he lightly scanned over his menu.

"Well, I'm just an average man, I was born in Calgary. And that's about it." Bret explained. Shawn looked at Bret with a raised eyebrow.

"That can't be all to your life. What do you do for a living?"

"Well let's say I'm in sales." Bret responded, trying to avoid telling the blonde his true profession. Shawn didn't have time to question it further because the waiter came over to take their orders.

"So you never told me what you thought of Foreigner." Bret said after the waiter left.

"Well, it was a nice song, which is why I'm here with you. But I still think Cinderella is greatest when it comes to Ballads. Just like I think Billy Idol is the greatest artist of the eighties."

"Oh no Billy Idol isn't. Guns and Roses would destroy Idol!" Both men had begun a debate that would continue all through dinner and in the car ride home.

"OK. Listen to one Rush song and I'll listen to one Nelson song. Deal?" Bret asked. He walked Shawn to his door step. He watched Shawn check the driveway, who was relieved to see the absence of a car.

"Shawn, do you like me?" Bret asked, his shoulder leaning against the door.

Shawn released his hold on the door knob and turned to face the older man. Shawn bit his bottom lip, a habit he tended to do when he was nervous. He didn't respond right away. Bret walked closer tot he blonde, closing the space between them. He leaned down, placing his lips on the blonde's. Shawn, reached behind him opening the door, allowing both men access. The blonde pulled Bret inside the dark house. Bret pushed Shawn against the door, causing it to snap shut. He once again connected his lips with Shawn's. He reached down, grabbing a hold of Shawn's now, hardening member and gave it a light squeeze causing the younger man to moan into his mouth. Shawn reached up, unbuttoning Bret's shirt, each button one by one, while Bret simultaneously, unbuckled Shawn's belt and pants. He then proceeded to rip of Shawn's shirt not bothering with the buttons.

"Baby, where's your bedroom?" Bret whispered into the blond's ear.

"Upstairs." Shawn chocked out. His voice erratic from the pleasure Bret was giving him as he sucked on his neck, paying special attention to his pulse. Bret lifted Shawn into his arms, carrying him up the stairs. Once they reached the bedroom, Shawn flipped on the bedroom light giving the room a dim glow. Bret carried Shawn over to the bed, lightly placing him on the bed. He slowly pulled down Shawn's pants, exposing his arousal as it pressed against his underwear. Bret stepped out of his pants and boxers and layed down on the bed with Shawn. He placed light kissed on Shawn's chest and licked a trail down to the blond's pelvis. He used his teeth to slowly remove Shawn's underwear before returning to Shawn's hardening penis. He looked up at Shawn, his eyes were closed, gripping the sheets as he placed Shawn's member into his mouth. Shawn reached down and grabbed a fistful of Bret's raven locks as he thrust his hips into Bret.

"Fuck Bret...This feels so fucking good."He moaned quietly. As the blonde's breathing became faster, Bret knew that he was about to cum soon, so he pulled away from Shawn's crotch, causing the blonde's eyes to shoot open.

"Why did you stop?" Bret smirked at Shawn's anxiousness.

"Shawn do you have any lube?" Shawn was silent, he just pointed over to the bedside table. Bret grabbed a hold of the small bottle and poured its contents onto his painfully hard cock. He slowly inserted Shawn, eliciting a moan from him that was so hot that Bret had to refrain from coming at that exact moment. Both men lay still, allowing Shawn the opportunity to get used to Bret.

"You can move now" Shawn instructed, barely above a whisper. Bret began moving slowly, waiting for Shawn to tell him to go faster. They continued with minimal slow movements for another five minutes. Bret could feel Shawn beginning to push into him. The pace picked up and any shyness that the men harbored had diminished. Shawn wrapped his arms around the larger man, nuzzling his face into Bret's neck. He dug his nails into the back of Bret, probably drawing blood.

"Bret...Fuck...me...I love...the feeling of you inside me." his words came out in quick breaths caused by Bret thrusting into him.

"Shawn...I hope...I'm not making you...do...anything you...do want to do" Shawn looked up, puling Bret's hair out of his face replying, "Bret...I think I'm falling in love with you."

"Shawn, I always knew I loved you." he leaned down to capture the blond in another passionate kiss. Shawn pushed himself further into Bret, telling him to quicken his pace. Which Bret obeyed, bringing both men to a strong climax. Bret collapsed on top of Shawn. After their breathing had evened out, Bret rolled off of Shawn, taking the blonde into his arms. They cuddled as they both fell into slumber.

Shawn's Point of view.

I awoke at the sound of my cell phone ringing, I reached over Bret to retrieve it off of the bedside table, reading the caller id.

"Hey baby." I said sleepily into the phone.

"Hey, I'm on my way home. I'm sorry I left you home all alone on a Friday but I promise I'll make it up to you."

"Well I found a way to keep myself busy." As I said it, it became quite difficult not to laugh at my answer. I had found something to do, more like someone.

"Well I should be home in about half an hour then maybe we could go out for breakfast."

"Yeah, OK." I said, I looked over to Bret who was beginning to stir. I reached over to push his hair that had fallen into his face behind his ears as I talked on the phone.

"Alright, I have to go. I love you."

"I love you too." I said, hanging up the phone.

I found myself not wanting to wake Bret. He looked so peaceful sleeping. But my boyfriend was due home soon.

"Bret, babe, you have to get up." I said, shaking him lightly. He opened his eyes, he looked around trying to figure out where he was and once he had, he smiled at me, sitting up to kiss me.

"You have about 20 minutes to get dress before my boyfriend is due home." I said breaking away from the kiss reluctantly.

"Do I have to leave?" he whined. It was so adorable watching him pout. I leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"Yes you do. My boyfriend would kill me if he found you here." I said, getting up, pulling Bret up with me out of bed.

He reached down and picked up his boxers, pulling them up over his waist and proceeding to the same with his pants. I put on one of my boyfriend's white button up shirts, not bothering to button it. I pulled on my favorite green Calvin Klein briefs.

"Where's my shirt?" he asked. I looked around the room then I remembered where he had left it.

"It's downstairs by the front door." I led him downstairs to where the rest of our discarded clothes were.

"I'll call you later?" he asked, he stood in the front doorway buttoning his shirt.

"Of course." I answered. I stood up on my toes to kiss him. He placed a hand on the back of my head, deepening the kiss.

"Alright babe, I'll see you later, I love you." he said as he made his way down the stairs.

"I love you too." I responded. I waited for his car to pull off before closing the door. I still had 10 minutes to clean up any evidence of what had transpired here the night before. I picked up my clothes off the floor and made my way upstairs to the bedroom. After changing the bed sheets that had more than a few stains, I took a shower.

As I stood under the water I couldn't my mind wandering back to last night. I haven't experienced anything as great as I had with Bret in a long time and it felt good to be wanted. Yes I'm in a great relationship but one can only stand to be alone for so long.

I quickly finish up my shower, and as soon as I leave the bathroom, I'm met with the warm embrace of my lover, Paul.

"Baby, I'm so sorry I had to leave yesterday. Did you miss me?" he asks. I could smell the faint smell of cigars and cheap perfume on his clothes. 'He promised me he wouldn't go back to that club.' I thought to myself.

"Yeah, I just rented a movie and went to sleep."

"I'm sorry that's how you had to spend your Friday night, but how about I make up for it?" he asks with a devious smile on his face. Before I can question his motives, he lifts me up and carries me over to the bed. 'So what I was just with another man. Paul gets to have fun, why can't I?'

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