Changing the Mirage
Chapter 6"Once again, I had an amazing night."
"As did I, sir," Taylor smiled at Shane.
"I love hearing you sing and play."
"Do you?" he chuckled.
"Yea, really I do," he nodded. "You’re so amazing and talented. You have the entire world at your disposal and fingertips."
"What?"
"You do," he replied. "You could do anything with music. You have enough talent to take you anywhere you want."
"You try to make everyone around you feel important, don’t you?"
"Everyone is important. Why shouldn’t they feel it?" he replied back with an honesty and sincerity that Taylor couldn’t help but believe.
"Come here."
"What?" he smiled. He didn’t answer just nodded for Shane to come closer. He happily obliged until they were face to face. "Yes, sir," he whispered. Taylor tilted his head up slightly and brushed his lips against Shane’s.
"You’re a tease," Shane spoke his tone still quiet.
"Am I now," Taylor replied before taking the initiative and finally allowing their lips to connect for more than just a momentary encounter. Shane placed his arm around Taylor’s waist and pulled them closer together, deepening the kiss. This is how it had been recently. Their kisses starting off light and sweet before turning into a type of passion that neither thought they could stand. Nips and licks at random patches of exposed skin, gripping of hips and forearms, tugging on the hems of shirts, fingers tangling in hair. It just all added up to their building need for one another.
"Shane," he breathed, finally daring to pull away. "How do you get hair so dark with eyes that blue?" he sighed, running his hand through Shane’s hair.
"Hair dye," he answered kissing him on the cheek.
"What?" Taylor questioned confused as he kissed his way back to his mouth.
"My hair is a little lighter naturally. Well, actually it’s brown but…"
"It was a rhetorical question," he laughed.
"Oh," he thought about it for a second before shrugging. He smiled slightly before leaning in to briefly reconnect their lips. "I should go," he spoke after they separated.
"No, you don’t," he smiled deviously as he unlocked the door.
"Knowing that smile…yes, I do."
"Come in…just for a little while," Taylor encouraged pulling Shane by the hand inside his apartment.
"Tay-"
"Please," he cut him off, whispering in his ear.
"Maybe for just a few minutes," he agreed, snaking his arms around his waist. As soon as they were inside the apartment, Taylor pushed Shane against the door and connected their lips. He made sure to lock the door as he pressed his body more into him. "Tay," he breathed as he slowly kissed across his jaw line and down his neck. His fingers held a callousness to them yet still remained soft as they slowly made their way across his stomach, up his abdomen and to his chest.
Shane reconnected their lips and began walking forward, leading Taylor backwards toward the couch. Taylor felt his legs hit the back of the couch and quickly flopped down on it. He turned to the side to face Shane as he sat down and pulled his shirt off. Shane immediately leaned in for another kiss. He left a hot trail of kisses down his chin, to his neck, and across his chest. Taylor pressed their lips firmly together again and pulled him closer to him, feeling the need to be as close to him as possible.
"Take it off," Taylor demanded, tugging on Shane’s shirt. He quickly pulled it over his head, discarding it onto the floor beside the couch. He ran his fingers over his smooth creamy shoulders. "I want…" he trailed off, fixing his eyes back to Shane. He wasn’t sure quite how to verbalize his need to him; to touch him, experience him. But he hoped he could translate how essential he felt it was to be near him at that moment. He gave a short quick nod before repositioning himself. Despite the fact that it would seem that Shane was in the lead from his place hovering above him, it wasn’t a position he felt he needed at that moment. So he let Taylor guide him; show him how much physical contact he desired from him.
He touched their lips together, pulling Shane down from his suspended position. Taylor could feel Shane’s emotions and passion radiating from his warm skin. The skin from their bare chests touching seemed to delight every nerve ending in his entire body. With each kiss, he could feel the foundation of his walls slowly beginning to give way and crumble. He slowly traced Shane’s jaw line with his tongue until he arrived at the destination of his neck. He kissed and sucked and licked and bit, each action getting the response he desired.
"Tay," he let out a low moan of approval. Everything he was doing; every kiss, every touch was sending all his senses into overdrive. He weaved his fingers into his hair, powerfully forcing their lips back together. He gripped his hips firmly, allowing their hips to line up and touch perfectly, sending pleasure throughout both their bodies. "You like that?" he whispered stroking his fingers over the rigid, firm state of his penis.
"Yea," he panted, desperately trying to suck the air back into his lungs. Shane began his gentle assault on his neck as he rubbed his more than present erection through his jeans more firmly.
"Shane," he whimpered helplessly, tangling his fingers into his hair.
"Hmm," he moaned before his tongue made contact with the sensitive skin of his neck again.
"More," he spoke his breathing coming out heavy and choppy. Shane instantly reconnected their lips and his hands found the button of his jeans. He quickly unbuttoned them and worked the zipper down. Taylor’s back arched off the couch and pleasure shot through his body as Shane’s fingers wrapped around him.
"Is this what you want?" Shane questioned softly into his ear, his breath warm against Taylor’s neck. The only answer he could manage to form was a moan. But that was all Shane needed. He alternated between licks and kisses along his neck and chest. His grip and his pace increased as Taylor’s moans filled the quiet apartment. Each moan that left his mouth, Shane could feel throughout his entire body.
"Sh-Shane," Taylor stuttered, gripping his shoulders. Before he could even attempt to say anything else, his body was seizing in pleasure under his touch and his breathy moans were playing a symphony in Shane’s ears. His hand moved slowly and steadily as he continued working out his orgasm, making sure not to stop until it was complete.
"God," Taylor sighed, his body going completely weightless on the couch.
"You okay?" Shane whispered. Taylor slowly opened his eyes. Despite the fact that it was dark in the room, he could still see every line and detail that made up Shane’s beauty. He pressed their lips and bodies back together deciding not to answer at that moment.
"I am okay. You’re incredible," he spoke after their lips separated. Shane chuckled before giving his lips another quick kiss.
"I’ll be right back. I’m going to get us cleaned up," he stood from the couch and made his way to the bathroom.
Soon he was making quick work of ridding themselves of the evidence of their moment.
"You going somewhere?" Taylor questioned, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Home," Shane smiled before pulling his shirt back over his head.
"Um…" Taylor swallowed hard, feeling the beginning signs of an emotion rising up that he couldn’t quite identify.
"Tay, relax," he ran his hand through his slightly damp hair. "It has nothing to do with what just happened," he spoke sincerely.
"It feels like it."
"It does a little…but only because I don’t want anything else to happen tonight. And if I don’t leave now then I know it will. We said we were taking things slow," a chuckle left his mouth at the realization that nothing about their relationship had progressed slowly to that point.
"I feel like I should at least help you out before you leave," he defended, cupping the erection that was still present.
"Next time," he kissed him again. "Again if we don’t stop, we’ll both want a little more than our relationship is ready to handle. And believe it or not, I want to see where this is going."
"I can handle that."
"Good."
"On your way out…grab the extra key off of the hook so you can let yourself back in, in the morning."
"In the morning?"
"Mmmhmm," he nodded. "There’s some unfinished business I’d like to take care of," he replied, giving his straining erection a not so gentle squeeze. Shane’s breath shuddered in his chest at the action.
"You just don’t want to get up and let me out, do you?"
"No," he chuckled. "I’ll probably be asleep before you get a cab,"
"You’re so sweet," Shane teased. "That belongs to you," he removed his hand from his groin and placed it on his chest. "Goodnight baby," he gently kissed him before standing.
"Goodnight," he exhaled softly. He listened to the gentle clicking of the lock being turned, and allowed his heavy eyelids to close as he let the acts of his near perfect night rock him into peaceful serenity.