Part 11

Shawn carefully caught Kevin's eye. When he knew he had his attention, he gave a short nod towards Chris. Kevin arched his brow, obviously not sure what it was that Shawn wanted him to do. As he watched Shawn stealthily slide something from the table into his lap, he finally realized what Shawn was up to. He grinned widely and turned to Chris. He happily supplied the distraction Shawn was looking for by asking Chris about some of his friends working in the company.

Shawn shivered slightly. Damn this stuff was still really cold. That was a necessary part of the plan though. Shawn shifted his chair closer to Chris's. Chris was still blissfully unaware of what was coming. Shawn set his chin on Chris's shoulder and draped his arm across his waist. As he reached up to unbutton the first button on his shirt, Chris stiffened slightly. He looked briefly at Shawn with a smirk before returning to his conversation with Kevin. Shawn slowly continued unfastening the buttons until the shirt gaped open in the front. He ran his fingers gently along Chris's stomach. Shawn could feel the muscles jumping under his fingertips, but Chris didn't acknowledge what he was doing. Shawn could see the results of his teasing touches clearly pressing against the front of his pants.

Shawn slipped two fingers inside the waistband of Chris's slacks. That certainly got him Chris's attention. He looked at Shawn with a raised brow as if asking what he was up to. Shawn put on his best "innocent" smile and kept his fingers where they were. Chris gave him a dubious look, but was drawn back into conversation by another question from Kevin. Reaching into his lap, Shawn quickly grabbed the can he'd put there earlier. He tugged slightly on the top of Chris's pants pulling them out enough to aim the can inside and pressed the nozzle. The only warning Chris had was the faint hissing noise as Shawn shot the whipped cream into his pants.

With a shriek, Chris stood up quickly from his chair, knocking it backward onto the floor. "What the… Fuck that's cold!" He quickly yanked open the front of his slacks and tried to use his hand to scoop the cold sticky cream out of them. "Shawn, what were you…"

"I was thinking…" Shawn paused as he grabbed Chris's wrist and pressed his body flush against Chris's backing him up to lean against the table. "That I had this craving…" He lifted Chris's hand up near his mouth and slowly began licking the cream from Chris's fingers. "That I wanted something else..." Chris watched as Shawn drew each of his fingers into his mouth one at a time, sucking the sticky cream off before using his tongue to wash the substance from his palm. "For dessert."

Chris's dropped his head forward, leaning against Shawn's shoulder. He pressed his hips forward against Shawn's letting him feel the hardened state he was in. Shawn dropped a kiss on top of his head and then pressed his lips to his cheek. He dropped Chris's hand and placed his hands on his hips to hold him steady. He whispered quietly in his ear, his warm breath caressing the skin of Chris's neck. "I feel how hard you are sweetheart. Will you let me take care of this for you?" Shawn's hand slipped between them covering Chris's erection before squeezing it gently. Chris bucked against his hand and a quiet whine slipped from his throat. "I promise I'll make it so good for you, you won't even know they're here sweetheart. Let me do this for you."

Shawn waited patiently for his reply. Chris thought quickly. He tended to be a bit…loud when he was lost in the height of passion. If he were honest, that's where his hesitation stemmed from, whimpering and wailing in front of other people was a bit daunting. He then realized that it honestly didn't matter. He wanted this…no, he wanted Shawn too much to deny himself any longer. The other men watching…he couldn't deny that was a turn-on as well.

After the briefest pause, Chris nodded his head against Shawn's shoulder and whispered a barely audible, "please." Shawn fought not to scream "yes!" and dance around the room like a fool. Instead he slid his hands up Chris's back and threaded them into his hair. He gently pulled back lifting Chris's head from his shoulder so he could seek out his mouth. He licked lightly across the seam of Chris's lips and Chris eyes fluttered open. He looked into Shawn's eyes and shivered as he read the need in them. He parted his lips and Shawn's tongue slipped greedily inside searching out his own. Chris moaned at the sticky sweet taste of the whipped cream mixed with Shawn's own sweet flavor.

Their tongues twined briefly before Shawn pulled away. Another gentle tug on Chris's hair exposed his neck to Shawn's searching mouth. As Shawn gently nipped and sucked his way down Chris's neck, he withdrew his hands from his hair and let them drop on his shoulders. He slipped his palms along his skin, using his fingers to catch under the fabric of his open shirt. He skimmed the shirt from his shoulders and slowly down Chris's arms, his hands molding against the flexing muscles as they traveled the length of his arms. The shirt slipped slowly to the floor, forgotten the second it left contact with Chris's skin. Neither man noticed as Sean walked quietly over to Scotty and climbed in his lap for a better view.

Chris reached behind him gripping the edge of the solid oak table, the wood sturdy and smooth against his palms. Shawn's hands trailed back up his arms before gently squeezing his shoulders. Shawn slid lower, kissing his way down Chris's chest, pausing to circle his tongue around one pale nipple. He sucked it into his mouth briefly before moving to its mate. Not lingering long in any one spot, so as not to give Chris time to dwell on other things, Shawn scattered gentle nips and licks along Chris's ribs on each side. Finally falling to his knees and sliding his hands down Chris's chest to his hips, Shawn buried his tongue in Chris's navel. As he licked and sucked at the tender skin of his stomach, Shawn slowly slipped his hands into the waist of Chris's pants. Giving him a minute, just in case he had changed his mind, Shawn stroked his thumbs teasingly against his hipbones. When he received no protest, he slowly slid Chris's slacks down over his hips and skimmed his hands along Chris's legs to push them below his knees.

"Shawn!" Chris's quiet whimper seemed inordinately loud but he was helpless to control himself.

"Easy sweetheart. I've got ya." Stroking his thighs slowly with his hands hoping to settle him a bit, Shawn bent his head and scraped his teeth gently over his hips. A sibilant hiss signaled to Shawn that he once again had Chris's attention. He traced the lines at the juncture of Chris's thighs and groin with his thumbs before using them to lift his heavy balls. Shawn carefully licked the remaining cream off the sensitized skin before sucking them one at a time into his mouth to finish cleaning them. Chris's head dropped back with a guttural moan as he clenched the table.

When Shawn changed his focus, sliding his tongue slowly over his sticky cock with tiny flicks of his tongue, Chris whimpered and shifted his hips seeking a firmer touch. "Oh god! Shawn, please! I need more, please!" Shawn placed his palms against Chris's hips forcing his ass firmly against the edge of the table and increased the pressure from his tongue. Each flick of Shawn's tongue felt like flames licking along his sensitive flesh. After cleaning the last sticky white drop from Chris's flesh, Shawn finally gave Chris what he was aching for.

Shawn swiftly sucked half of Chris's hard length into his mouth. He pulled back and circled the head with his tongue before falling back down until the tip hit the back of his throat. Shawn swallowed furiously easing him in deeper still. Chris's wail of pleasure and subsequent whimpers encouraged him. He fell into a slow rhythm, withdrawing to the top and then swallowing him deep. Every so often he'd use the edge of his teeth to gently scrape the tender flesh or stop to probe the slit with his tongue. Chris's moans and whimpers accompanied his even pace.

Chris was so absorbed in Shawn's ministrations that he'd completely forgotten about their audience. He was startled by a sudden loud moan. Snapping his head to the left, he tried to focus on where the noise had come from. "Oh yeah Scotty! Just like that!" Chris sucked in a deep breath as he finally located the source of the shout.

Sean was sprawled in Scotty's lap, his pants open and Scotty's hand fisted around his hard cock. He watched as Sean bucked hard into Scotty's grip. He was drawn to the sight of the bulbous head appearing over the top of Scott's clenched fist before it disappeared inside, only to reappear seconds later with another sharp thrust from Sean. What made him hold his breath though and slowed his own impending orgasm was the fact that Sean was staring at him and Shawn, his eyes blackened with lust. His eyes locked with Sean's and it seemed to trigger the dark-haired man's release. He watched as Sean thrust hard and creamy white come emitted in sharp bursts over Scott's fist. Sean collapsed back into Scott's arms and graced Chris with a warm smile of contentment.

Just when Shawn was worried Chris might pass out from lack of air, he heard him suck in a deep breath. He felt the resounding shudder that racked Chris's body. If he hadn't had his mouth full, he would have laughed at Chris's strong reaction. Shawn had heard the telltale signs from Sean earlier and had known what was going on. Obviously his lover had been too intent on his own pleasure to notice any of the others until Sean's loud moan had broken his concentration. He watched as Chris briefly glanced to the right and gave another small shudder. He could imagine the lust filled gaze of Big Sexy was fixed directly on Chris. It would be enough to make him shudder as well. He gave Chris a second to absorb the desire in his friend's eyes before increasing his pace.

After the intense moment with Sean, Chris had remembered the others present as well. He'd noticed Scott's eyes fixed on Shawn's mouth as he fell up and down on Chris's hard length. When he'd turned his head to seek out Kevin, he'd felt another shudder come over him as he met the steady stare of the big man. Kevin's eyes weren't directed towards Shawn, but rather his gaze was fixed on Chris's face. Knowing that Kevin was watching his reactions rather than the act itself excited him more than having the attention of Sean or Scott, though he was unsure why it did.

Shawn sucking harder and faster on his cock drew his eyes back to his lover. The intense look in Shawn's eyes removed the temporary hold on his impending release. He released the death grip he had on the table with one hand and slid it into the silky strands of Shawn's hair. Shawn eased the grip on his hips as if giving him permission to find his release. Chris looked into Shawn's eyes as he thrust himself deep into his mouth, using the hand wrapped in Shawn's hair to hold him in place. With three sharp snaps of his hips Chris felt the rush of his orgasm washing over him. His head fell back and with a loud wail he released into Shawn's mouth. Shawn swallowed furiously trying to take it all in, but a few drops dribbled down his chin.

Chris's legs were shaking slightly as a result of his release. He was thankful for the solid table behind him to lean against. The soft lapping of Shawn's tongue cleaning him soon became too much against his hypersensitive skin. With a gentle tug on his hair, Chris urged Shawn to his feet. He pulled Shawn gently against him and with a satisfied smile, he said quietly, "Little messy there babe. Let me clean that up for ya." He leaned forward and licked the last of his release from Shawn's chin before seizing his lips in a lazy kiss of thanks.

When he broke the kiss, he leaned closer to Shawn's ear and whispered, "You know, you almost made me forget our audience, but…" Surprisingly, Chris turned to glance quickly at Kevin rather than Sean. 'Hmmm. This could be an interesting development.' Shawn thought to himself.

"Did you mind? Them watching I mean." Shawn asked quietly.

Chris shook his head. "No. I think…I think I really liked it actually." He ducked his head and blushed slightly at his confession.

Just as he was about to tell Chris how happy he was to hear that, Shawn noticed Kevin get up from his chair and round the table in their direction. Chris might have liked it, but how would he react to Kevin's acknowledgment of it?

"Hey Shawn, mind if I have a quick word with Chris?" Shawn felt the slight shiver of Chris's body at the husky tone of Kevin's voice. Very, very interesting…

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