Chapter 22

With the interruption by Martin, Shawn hadn't really done much more than dart in the closet and hide behind the door. Now that he had time to really look around, he was shocked at how big it was. It was like a whole other room, even if there wasn't that much in it. There was a rack that held a few shirts and slacks. Several pairs of deck shoes, flip flops and sandals lined the floor. A dresser was also against one wall, which explained why he hadn't seen one in the main room.

It was the other side of the closet that was a bit of a surprise. A set of shelves held a couple blankets, sets of sheets, an extra comforter, towels. He also noticed the long shelves held stock piles of basic toiletries--shampoos, soaps, deodorants, toothbrushes, etc. He laughed a little at the packs of toilet paper lining the floor. He was sure they would last for several months. Martin definitely must stock up when he decides to shop.

He turned back to the dresser and clothes, taking in his lover's choices in clothing. He hadn't really seen Casey in much other than khakis, board shorts and t-shirts. And based on what it was seeing on the shelves, it appeared to be pretty much what Casey lived in. Even though there were a couple pairs of jeans and slacks stacked neatly on the shelves, they looked rather new compared to the rest of the clothes, indicating they hadn't gotten much wear.

Shawn debated opening the dresser drawers. It was a bit of an invasion of privacy, but he was curious what he'd find. Of course, after a quick peek and only finding boxers, socks, underwear and pjs, he was a little disappointed. Not even an embarrassing pair of boxers with bananas or chili peppers on them.

He settled down behind the door of the closet to wait. No sense in risking being caught in the middle of the bed room. Being surrounded by Casey's scent in the closet soothed him, and he smiled to himself at how much he'd come to love being around the guy. He couldn't imagine being without him now. And he'd do anything he could to convince Casey they were made for each other.

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Casey gave a soft knock before opening the door to his room. He turned immediately and locked the two locks before swiveling to search for Shawn. He had a moment of panic that the man had somehow left the house unnoticed and made it back to the cottage; even though that would probably be best in the long run, Casey would be disappointed at not having Shawn contained in his room for the night.

"Shawn?" he whispered cautiously.

A soft rustle from the closet had his heart beating wildly in both relief and excitement.

"In here," Shawn's voice called.

He was rising to his feet from behind the door when Casey saw him in those soft cotton pj bottoms riding low on his hips. Shawn looked a little flushed, maybe even embarrassed and Casey wondered why.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," Shawn said as he ran a hand through his dark tresses. "I just--... Look," he finally sighed, "I was nosey. I peeked in your drawers and stuff..."

Casey chuckled at the man's discomfiture. "That's it? What? You don't think I checked out your medicine cabinet in your bathroom while I was there?"

Shawn paused, obviously caught off guard by Casey's admission. "Really? You did?"

"Well, yeah."

"Why?"

"Well, I was curious about you, and I wanted to know everything I could," Casey admitted, wrapping his arms around his chest. "I suppose maybe that was a bit..."

"Hey," Shawn cut him off, tugging gently at the arms Casey had wrapped around himself protectively. "I'm not mad," he whispered, stepping into the space those arms had just held so tightly and pressing himself against Casey's bare chest. "I'm flattered that you wanted to know more about me."

Shawn kissed Casey's lips softly, then smiled against them. "Then I suppose you aren't too upset at my snooping either."

Casey grinned. "Of course not, I don't have anything to hide," he said, but then his smile faltered as he realized exactly what he'd said. He did have something to hide, it just wasn't in the closet--it was within himself.

"I know," Shawn chucked, "you don't even have any weird underwear with smiley faces or anything."

Casey's smile faltered. "I don't really get to pick out my clothes. Uncle Martin buys them when he goes into the city a couple times a year."

Casey felt Shawn's hand that had been skimming down his spine freeze and his embrace tighten. "God, Casey, that's just... You've never picked out any of your own clothes?"

Casey shook his head against Shawn's shoulder, but he didn't want to see the look of pity that he was sure he'd see in Shawn's eyes if he looked up. "I don't really care about clothes anyway. I mean, really, who's going to see me except my uncle."

"And me," Shawn whispered in his ear, "but then you look good in anything to me. Or nothing."

Casey shivered at Shawn's provocative words, his hands sliding down Shawn's muscular back to tuck into waistband of the sleep pants. After his session with his uncle, he felt so lost and confused. While he was happy his uncle had loosened the reins, so to speak, talk about Thomas and Shawn had him feeling depressed and worried. He desperately wanted to be with Shawn, to eventually leave this island and not be afraid of everyone, but Martin's words about what Shawn would think when he found out still rang in his ears.

He'll think you're a freak.

Casey closed his eyes, willing the words away. He didn't want to be a freak in Shawn's eyes. He didn't want to ever see that look of horror or disgust from the man he loved.

Casey drew his eyes up to those bright blue eyes, drowning in the lust and adoration he could see in them.

"Please," Casey whispered, pressing his body closer to Shawn's, making sure Shawn could feel how much he wanted him.

Shawn's hands slid up to cup his face, his thumbs softly wiping away tears Casey hadn't even realized had escaped. "Casey, sweetheart..."

Casey dropped his hands further into the pants, over the swell of Shawn's firm buttocks, eliciting a soft hiss from Shawn as he yanked him even closer.

"Oh, God," Shawn groaned, "you're going to kill me, I just know it."

Casey nipped at Shawn's jaw before licking down his throat, and he could feel Shawn's resolve disintegrating.

"Casey, I'm not sure..." Shawn began but gasped when Casey swiped his tongue across a rosy nipple. "Damn it, Casey, are you sure? Because you need to stop if--"

Casey scraped his teeth across the taut nipple, shutting Shawn up with a strangled groan. Shawn's hands grabbed him around the hips and spun him around, pressing him against the closet wall. Casey could feel the heat from Shawn's body as it pressed against his back, the man's thick cock pressed against his ass through the thin fabric of the lounge pants. Casey groaned at the feel of Shawn's cock against his ass and arched back to get better friction. He started to reach down to shove the damn pants out of the way, but Shawn grabbed each of his wrists and held them against the wall at the side of his head.

"Is this what you want?" Shawn's hot breath ghosted in his ear as Casey felt Shawn thrust against him.

"Oh, god, yes. Please..."

He felt kisses being planted at the back of his neck, just above the collar. Casey wished desperately that he could just rip it off.

"Do you have supplies?"

Supplies? What--? Oh. "I have lube in the nightstand," he finally said, a little embarrassed to admit it, but suddenly glad that Martin had agreed to supply him with it.

Another moist kiss at the back of his ear. "Condoms?"

Casey tensed. Condoms? Shit. He shook his head. "No, but you know I've never--"

Shawn's kisses halted, and Casey could feel his hot, breath heavy on his neck. "I know. And I know I'm clean, but Casey you don't have to trust--"

"I do trust you," Casey whispered, turning his head to see Shawn staring at him with such love and awe.

"I love you, Casey. I would never do anything to hurt you," Shawn whispered back.

"I love you too," he smiled softly, knowing that this man was the last man he'd ever say those words to.

Shawn kissed him deeply then, sweeping his tongue in and devouring Casey.

"Bed," Shawn growled, pulling Casey out of the closet.

As they stumbled across the room, Shawn glanced at the locked door. "Are you sure--?"

Casey smiled slyly and detoured briefly to the desk. He dropped his IPod into its speaker dock and cranked up the music just loud enough to drown out any noises, but not loud enough to annoy his uncle to the point that he'd come banging on the door. The walls were thick and insulated, but this offered just a bit of extra assurance that Martin wouldn't hear anything.

Shawn had already yanked open the nightstand drawer and had the bottle of lube out. He slid his borrowed pants down, and Casey stopped to admire the man's naked body before turning out the overhead light. The nearly full moon bathed the room in soft light.

When Casey stepped within reach, Shawn's hands skimmed his hips, brushing the pants down his thighs. Shawn's hand gripped his cock, stroking lightly and causing Casey to strain to hold back his orgasm. He was so close to the edge already, he was nearly quivering. Shawn must have sensed that because he stopped, causing Casey to whine in protest.

"Not yet, sweetheart," Shawn said, then he ripped back the comforter and sheets and pushed Casey back toward the bed.

Casey moved to crawl up on the bed. Between a mix of nerves and need, he laid on his stomach, flushing slightly as he exposed himself to Shawn. He'd seen enough porn to know that's what he was supposed to do, but he still couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed at Shawn seeing such an intimate part of him like this.

He nearly jumped when Shawn's hand skimmed over his buttocks, his thumb tracing a line down the crease and ghosting over his puckered hole. Casey gripped the sheets below him as that thumb teased the sensitive skin.

When the thumb moved, Casey expected to feel the cold slick of lube, but instead a warm tongue licked across his hole and he nearly cried out in shock. Shawn patted his cheek with a small chuckle before delving back to drive Casey wild licking at the rosy skin and thrusting slightly into his hole.

Just as Casey thought he couldn't hold back anymore, Shawn stopped, softly soothing him back from the edge as he rubbed his back and hips for a few moments. Finally, Casey heard the cap of the lube pop open, and a moment later the cool feel of the slick on Shawn's finger rubbing against him.

Instinctively, he tightened up. While he knew what to expect mentally, physically was another story. Shawn patiently waited for him to relax slightly before nudging a finger in. Oh, God, Casey groaned into the pillow. It was sooo much more sensation than he'd expected, and he wriggled against Shawn's finger, wanting more. He was so lost in the pleasure that he was barely aware when Shawn added a second finger. As a third one pressed in, he could feel the stretch bordering on uncomfortable, but then Shawn crooked his fingers and hit something inside of him, and he nearly came right then.

"Oh, shit!" he cried out, glad suddenly that he'd turned on the music, and had his face buried in his pillow.

He heard Shawn's chuckle, as his fingers withdrew, leaving Casey whimpering with need. "Don't worry, sweetheart."

"Shawn, please," Casey begged.

When Shawn grabbed his hips and rolled him onto his back, Casey frowned. He desperately needed Shawn to take him, to claim him, and the man had just stopped.

"Shawn, what--"

"Not like that, babe," Shawn said softly, shifting between Casey's legs and pulling him up so that Casey could now feel the tip of Shawn's cock brushing against his hole. Shawn's eyes glittered down at him as he soothingly stroked at Casey's hip. "I want to see you when I take you. I want you see your face as I make love to you."

Casey met Shawn's eyes, and tears began to leak from the corners of his own. He'd never known such love before, besides Thomas's fatherly love. This was so much more, and it nearly broke him.

He clutched at Shawn's forearms, willing him to continue, and he finally felt the head of Shawn's thick cock pressing against the ring of muscle. The strain was uncomfortable and Casey instinctively clenched.

"Relax. Breathe," Shawn whispered, leaning over him to claim his lips. Shawn hot kiss distracted him enough for Shawn to press forward, and Casey gasped at the slight sting as the head of Shawn's cock slipped in.

Shawn remained still, rubbing Casey's hip, and kissing along his chest, as Casey adjusted to the feel of Shawn's girth in him. Casey felt his own cock had wilted a bit at the pain, but between Shawn's mouth teasing his nipples and his firm hand stroking him, it was quickly coming back to life ready to burst.

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Shawn stared down at the blissful face of his lover as he slowly stroked Casey's weeping cock. His own body was straining with the urge to thrust into Casey's tight, hot tunnel, but he knew Casey needed time to adjust. As his free hand stroked over Casey's writhing body, Shawn carefully sank deeper, moving gently so as not to cause Casey any more pain.

Shawn's hand tightened on his lover's hip when he finally edged in all the way. Casey shifted and looked up at him with those soulful eyes, the moon casting an ethereal glow to his soft blond hair, glinting on the silver padlock at his throat. Fuck if he didn't wish that was his lock at his lover's throat, but he understood Casey's need to hold onto something his beloved uncle had given him. He leaned over and kissed him deeply.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered, as he held himself still, reveling in the feeling of Casey's heat surrounding him. He tested Casey's readiness with a small thrust, and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure.

"Move," Casey demanded, his eyes glowing hot with need.

Shawn grinned as he pulled back and slid back into that hot channel, torturously slow for both of them. Casey's hips thrust up to meet him, sheathing Shawn's arousal again. It only took one more slow thrust before Shawn lost himself to the ecstasy of claiming Casey so completely that he found himself pounding into him. And Casey was meeting him thrust for thrust, groaning as Shawn hit his sweet spot repeatedly.

Shawn was only barely aware that Casey had taken a hold of his own stiff cock before he felt Casey's body tense. Shawn reveled in the intense look of rapture on his love's face, the strained tendons of his neck, his lip clenched between his teeth to keep the scream of pleasure from escaping. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. And he had given Casey that.

Then Casey's channel was clenching down on him, ripping him back to awareness of his own body's needs, and strangling his own orgasm from him. He felt his cock pulsing white hot seed into his love, and he strained for a moment holding himself as tightly in that warm sheath as possible.

As the throbbing subsided, he slowly pulled out, collapsing next to Casey's smaller body. Their mixed harsh breathing was still thankfully being drowned out by the pulse of the pop music playing from the IPod.

Shawn slowly rolled into Casey's side, kissing his shoulder and collarbone lazily.

"Oh, my God," Casey finally breathed hoarsely. "I don't think I can move."

Shawn studied the man for a second to make sure it was a 'I'm so boneless with pleasure' kind of I can't move, rather than 'I'm in so much pain, I can't move.' The blissed out look in Casey's glittering eyes eased his worry. He patted Casey on the chest.

"Stay here, I'll be right back," Shawn said, as he managed to roll himself out of the other side of the bed. Casey whined slightly at the loss of Shawn's body heat, but didn't otherwise protest as Shawn stumbled to the bathroom to clean himself up, as well as retrieve a warm damp rag to clean Casey, turning off the IPod on the way.

When the wet rag landed on Casey's stomach, he gave a start as he'd obviously already started drifting off. Shawn chuckled softly to himself as he finished cleaning Casey off gently. He tossed the rag back into the bathroom before climbing into the bed next to Casey and pulling up the covers. Shawn grinned when the younger man rolled immediately into his side, curling his body around him as if he belonged there.

And he did. Shawn drew in a deep breath, drawing in the scent of the man who had stolen his heart.