Thanks to everyone for reading/reviewing. I think that I found my feet again in this chapter. It felt a bit more like my Shawn and John. Hope you enjoy it!
John was distracted.
Shawn frowned, his eyes tightening as he watched the taller man limber himself out. His soulful eyes were inwardly focused, but his balance was errant. Twice, while leaning, he had discreetly caught the ground with his hand to reshift his weight, and now, he was looking over his shoulder..
Swallowing, Shawn forced his greedy eyes away and downward as he adjusted the tape on his wrists.
This match was the first step in John's goal of winning the title, but now, because of him, because he couldn't contol himself..
All that beautiful skin
John's back rippled as he adjusted the towel around his neck..it dipped lower over his stomach, brushing the edge of his black tights, then, he shifted his balance..
Shawn flushed, heat rising over his skin, settling into his...
Shawn head dropped, his cheeks coloring, his eyes lowering in shame.
"I can read the signs."
John was his friend. John had given him so much and now that Shawn was finally in a position to help him in return...
"You are so hot," he whispered, and even though he couldn't see the big man's face, he could feel the subtle warmth of the flush of shame as he caressed Helmsley's cheek. It was time.
Shawn pressed downward, driving his hardness against the taunt ass in a single slow, searing stroke...
Was that all he would ever be able to give anyone? Was that all he was?
John had been insecure; he had needed him, he had needed love and Shawn had given-and was giving him-nothing but lust. Even at this very moment, his heart was pounding and his member was hard.
Instead of giving John the soft words, the gentle touch he should have given, he had simply exposed himself like some kind of animal.
Like the person that Hunter had wanted.
"Shawn.."
The soft whisper, the warm breath, sent shivers through his skin. John's hands gently enclosed his waist, slowly turning him around, closing him into his arms.
Soft kisses pressed at his forehead.
"I understand."
"I.." Shawn's words dissolved into urgent shivers, but somehow, someway, John knew.
This time, the words were softer, a whisper more felt than heard.
"I trust you."