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  "No, no, I got it. Just slipped is all," Casey mumbled to the floor.

  But Shawn could sense that something was off. "Hey, Case," he said gently, brushing his hand over the soft dark blond head. "It's okay. I know you're nervous having me here at all. I was just joking around, trying to ... you know, make it easier for you."

  Casey turned slightly, and Shawn realized he was face-to-face with his groin. Having Casey sitting there like that, he was so tempted to grab the man up—forget the damn splinter. When that pink tongue slipped out and wet his bottom lip before biting it, Shawn almost lost it.

  Shawn shifted as his cock decided to perk up and take notice too. He cleared his throat, trying to find his voice. "Um, maybe we should get that splinter out before your uncle gets home."

  And just as if he'd dumped a bucket of ice water over them, the heated moment evaporated temporarily at the mention of Martin.

  "Yes, of course." Casey shot to his feet, grabbing a rag and scrubbed Shawn's foot of the dirt and sand first. "There's actually three here," Casey said, probing Shawn's foot, and Shawn fought off laughing at the ticklish nature of anyone touching his feet. Casey then wiped a disinfectant pad over the splinter, and Shawn hissed as it stung a little.

  "I think I'll need to use a needle to slip under them. There's not much sticking out to grab," Casey announced. But Shawn wasn't really listening. To distract himself from the tickling, he focused on watching Casey's every move—how focused he became on the task, how he stuck his tongue out the corner of his mouth as he concentrated, the cute furrow between his brows.

  Before he even realized it, Casey was done, standing and smiling proudly at him, holding up the longest splinter. That little thing didn't look like it should have caused so much pain.

  "I would have sworn it was much bigger," Shawn sneered at the offending item.

  "I get them all the time," Casey admitted, as he packed up the small first aid kit.

  Shawn reached over and gathered Casey in his arms, pulling the smaller man against him as he leaned back against the bathroom sink. Casey's lean body melted into his, thin arms wrapping around his waist as he draped his arms over Casey's shoulders.

  "Now it's time to pay my nurse," Shawn smirked, leaning in to catch those rosy lips that he'd watched being abused by concentration between Casey's teeth.

  They slid together naturally, melding into a deep sensuous kiss. Casey submitted to Shawn's more dominate, demanding kiss, allowing him to sweep his tongue over his teeth. Shawn broke off as his breath came in harsh pants, and he felt his hips grinding against Casey's narrower body. He gasped as the friction of their cocks rubbing against each other rocketed a bolt of pleasure through his body. He kissed his way along Casey's exposed jaw and down the tendons of his lover's neck, thrown back in ecstasy.

  Shawn hummed kisses down the exposed throat, again avoiding the silver padlock chain that Casey never took off. Maybe there was a key in his nightstand, and it could come off when they—

  Oh, shit. He was already considering making love to Casey...in the man's own bed. How fucking presumptuous was that?

  "Please," he heard Casey's soft voice beg, "Please don't stop."

  And Shawn realized he'd paused at the hollow of Casey's throat. Casey's hold on his waist had tightened, and he could feel fingers slipping under the band of his board shorts to tease the tops of his buttocks.

  Shawn devoured Casey in another demanding kiss, before they both froze at an odd sound.

  A knock.

  "Casey."

  Oh, shit. It was Martin. Fearful, wide gray eyes darted back to his. Shawn gripped Casey's face in his hands before the panic could spread. It seemed to help ground the man, as a bit of the tension seeped back out. "It'll be fine," Shawn whispered, placing a quick reassuring kiss on Casey's soft lips gone dry with panic. "I'll stay here, just go."

  "Casey!" the voice became harsher when he didn't get a response.

  Casey stumbled a second before composing himself and stepping back into the bedroom, just as the door swung open. Casey carefully pulled the bathroom door closed as he moved towards his uncle.

  Shawn didn't move, afraid to make a sound, but he could hear the deep voice of Casey's uncle. "Why didn't you answer me?"

  "I was in the bathroom. I didn't hear you at first. Y-you're back early."

  There was a mumbled response, before Shawn heard Martin again. "Let's have an early dinner, and I have some tests to run. You only have a couple days left you know."

  What the hell? A couple days left for what?

  Shawn slumped against the counter when he heard the door close. What the fuck was going on?

  Chapter 20

  Casey deliberately kept from being near his uncle. He was sure the man would hear his heart beat right out of his chest, he was so panicked. But then Uncle Martin seemed to be unaware that anything was up, so he slowly began to relax.

  He had no idea, though, how he was going to get Shawn out of the house. Maybe after Martin went to bed?

  Or maybe he could just stay the night? Casey thought deviously. Shawn would be his prisoner. He had to fight to keep the blushing giggle from rising up his throat.

  Casey could feel Martin's eyes on his back as he quickly threw together the chicken and salad dish that he'd prepared earlier before he'd left to meet up with Shawn. He'd known he wouldn't be in the mood to cook later, just because lately he was never in the mood to serve his uncle after he'd spent the afternoon with Shawn. His uncle never appreciated any of his cooking or even how he took care of the house. And lately, Casey was reaching the point of not wanting to bother.

  If Martin actually bothered to pay much attention, he'd probably notice the beginnings of a fine layer of dust in the living room, and the foyer not having quite the shine it usually did. Casey had managed to keep up with the laundry though, that would certainly tip his uncle off that something was up.

  He quickly placed a plate of chicken, beans and salad in front of his uncle before grabbing the other plate he piled with extra chicken and veggies and turning for the stairs.

  "Where are you going?" Martin demanded.

  "I'm going to eat upstairs, and then take a quick shower before your tests," Casey said as casually as possible.

  Martin's dark eyes narrowed on him. "You really are hungry tonight, huh?"

  "Yep, ran on the treadmill for over ten miles. Not much else to do around the house," he bravely shot back. "I'll be back down in an hour, alright?"

  For several long moments, Martin said nothing, just studying him like he was some specimen he was getting ready to dissect. "Fine."

  Casey darted up the stairs with his plate and a set of silverware in one hand, and a large glass of tea in the other. He couldn't very well bring up two sets, so Shawn would have to share with him.

  When he reached his door, he knocked softly to alert Shawn someone was at the door. As he opened it, he wasn't surprised to see no one in the room, knowing Shawn would have either kept to the bathroom or the closet just in case it wasn't Casey. He set the dishes on the desk before returning to lock the door, with both locks.

  "Shawn, it's me," he whispered, even though he knew his uncle was downstairs and not right outside the door.

  The handsome dark head peeked around the bathroom doorframe, hesitant at first, but then he strode out with a broad smile.

  He wrapped Casey up in his arms. "That was close."

  A small shiver raced through Casey as he thought about how close it had been. As much as he'd felt so brave and ready to defy his uncle earlier, hearing the man's deep voice somehow cowed him back into his need to submit to the man's rules.

  "I brought food," he said, waving at the plate. "I have to get back down to him in an hour."

  Casey felt Shawn's body stiffen and looked up to see a frown marring the man's face.

  "What's wrong?"

  "He said something about tests when he told you to come down. What did he mean? Is there something wrong?" Shawn's voice was wrought
with worry.

  Casey ducked his head, turning slightly and pulling free of Shawn's hold. What exactly could he say? He didn't want to lie because he was sure Shawn could see through him by now, but revealing the whole truth....?

  He ran his hands through his thick, silky blond hair. "I...I have a condition. It's rare, and Uncle Martin just has to keep monitoring it to make sure nothing changes."

  The strong, warm body pressed against his back, wrapping thick arms around his waist and tucking a chin on Casey's shoulder. "Is it serious? What's it called? Is there anything I can do to help? What—"

  "No, no, it's nothing like that," Casey cut him off, leaning back into the solid mass holding him. "I'm fine really. It's just precautionary. I've had this my whole life and it's not getting worse. It's... it's more like... a genetic anomaly."

  Casey praised himself for coming as close to the truth as possible. He was a genetic anomaly.

  "A genetic anomaly, huh?" Shawn pondered. "I'm not really sure what that means."

  "It means I'm fine. I've lived with it my whole life, and I'm as healthy as ever." Casey patted the forearm wrapped across his abs. "Really. Don't worry."

  "Okay. But Martin said something about you only having a couple days left. What the hell did he mean by that if nothing is wrong?" Shawn insisted, his hold tightening.

  Damn his hearing, Casey cursed. The full moon would be here in two days, but Casey couldn't really admit that the moon affected him. He knew he'd already have to give an excuse as to why he couldn't see him that day—the lure to change would be too strong. "It—it sorta runs in a cycle. And in a couple days, I'll just need to rest," he hurried to say as he quickly embellished. "I don't know how it all works, but usually about every month or so, I—I just...just get really tired and need to rest."

  Casey wasn't sure if Shawn believed him or not, but it was probably good that they weren't facing each other.

  "So, I won't see you?"

  Casey shook his head. "I'll—I'll need to stay in for a day or two."

  Shawn nuzzled his neck. "I could come over after your uncle leaves and keep you company."

  Casey sighed as a tingly warmth spread through his body. "I don't know... I don't know if he'll leave."

  "Well, we'll see," Shawn said. "I want to make sure you're okay. Safe, babe."

  Casey turned in Shawn's strong arms, his hand stroking the stubble-roughened jaw. "I always feel safe with you."

  And he did. Shawn made him forget that he should be afraid of the world outside his bubble of an island—the horrible world that Martin always warned him about. But with Shawn, he didn't think he'd feel so scared.

  Casey patted Shawn's sticky, sweaty chest and backed away. "Let's eat. Then I need to shower and get downstairs."

  Shawn quirked an eyebrow. "Do you want me to try to sneak out while you are with your uncle?"

  "No!" Casey said, almost a little too loudly. "He could hear you."

  "Well, then what do you want me to do? Wait until he falls asleep?" Shawn smirked, apparently amused by Casey's flustered look.

  A rosy blush crept up Casey's throat. "Well, I... I was sort of thinking ... that maybe... you'd just stay here... overnight," he finished in a rush.

  "Here?" Shawn grinned. "As in, with you, in your bed?"

  Casey wasn't sure he could get any redder. "Well, I—I could... sleep ... on the floor," he amended awkwardly.

  "If you do, I'm leaving," Shawn said as he picked up a cherry tomato and popped it in his mouth.

  For a second, Casey stared at him, his mouth gaping open and closed like a fish, before he truly comprehended what Shawn had said. When it finally hit him, he smiled almost shyly, a mix of lust and uncertainty warring within him.

  "Why don't you go ahead and eat. I, uh, I need to take a shower before heading back down," Casey said awkwardly, as Shawn grabbed a bit of chicken. He knew they were on the precipice of a new level to their relationship and suddenly he was a little nervous. He'd never shared his bed with anyone. What if he snored? What if he hated someone being next to him? What if—

  Casey stared at Shawn's tanned back, slick with sweat and grime from their run. His thick dark brown hair was plastered to the back of his neck, and all Casey wanted to do was to curl his fingers in it.

  "Hey, uh, maybe you should join me?" Casey suggested. "I mean, you need a shower too, and my uncle would probably notice if I took two showers tonight."

  Shawn smiled as he dropped the fork with the green beans back on the plate and padded across the ultra plush carpet to the bathroom. "I think that's a good plan," he said, quickly swooping down to catch Casey's lips in a demanding kiss.

  Casey chuckled softly, grateful for the thick walls and carpeting, although right now with his uncle downstairs he wasn't worried about his uncle hearing them. He'd have to remember to put his IPod on its speaker dock when Martin came up to bed though, just in case, to drown out any chance of him picking up their voices—or other noises.

  ****

  As Shawn followed Casey back into the bathroom, it suddenly seemed much warmer. He eyed the tight backside as he closed the bathroom door behind them.

  Casey picked up the novel lying on the edge of the sink, quirking his eyebrows back at him in question.

  Shawn shrugged. "I kept to the bathroom while you were gone, just in case. Grabbed a little reading material in the mean time."

  Casey tossed the John Grisham novel aside and grabbed the edge of Shawn's waistband. In seconds, Shawn was standing naked in front of Casey's appraising eyes. Shawn pursed his lips as he stepped closer, rubbing his naked body against Casey's still clothed one.

  "I think one of us is a little over dressed for the shower," he said, leaning down to flick his tongue across a taunt brown nipple.

  Casey hissed, clutching at Shawn's waist, grinding him closer. Shawn worked his hand inside Casey's shorts and squeezed his ass cheeks, causing Casey to thrust against him. Then he quickly swept his hands down, pulling the shorts with them.

  With Casey nearly incoherent with desire, Shawn managed to find enough brainpower to maneuver them so he could reach the shower knobs and switch them on. Once the water was warm enough, he backed Casey into the shower.

  The warm water washed over them both as Casey locked onto Shawn's lips. Shawn reached behind Casey to reach for the soap. The soap and shampoo were basic, generic brands being that more upscale brands were harder to come by in the area, unless you were willing to drive a few hours to the more metropolitan towns. Shawn lathered soap over the muscular planes of Casey's back and shoulders before smoothing over the firm globes of his buttocks. When Shawn slipped a slick finger between the crack, brushing over his sensitive hole, Casey nearly dropped to his knees.

  Shawn smiled, leaning in against the soapy body and whispered, "Later."

  Casey groaned, and Shawn wrapped his arms around Casey, soaping up his neck, chest, and arms. As his teasing fingers slipped over the V of his hips, following their line inward, Shawn felt Casey suck in a breath of anticipation.

  Shawn teasingly let his fingers soap up the soft golden hair before gripping the stiff shaft quivering with need. His soapy hands stroked it gently at first, but he quickly increased his speed knowing they didn't have as long as he'd like to play here in the shower.

  Shawn ground his own hips against Casey as he stroked the man to completion. His own straining cock rubbed between the cleft of Casey's cheeks, brushing over the sensitive puckered skin. If he wasn't careful, he could easily push right on in, but Casey wasn't ready for that yet. So he focused on stroking Casey and the blissful sensation of sliding between the two taunt globes.

  "Oh, shit!" Casey gasped as his orgasm ripped through him. Shawn tightened his other arm around Casey's chest to hold him up, continuing to rub against Casey, but not quite getting enough sensation to pull him over.

  Shawn felt Casey pull slightly away and turn, smiling as he took the soap and began washing Shawn. While he moved quickly, obviously also realizing they c
ouldn't take too long, he lingered over Shawn sensitive nipples, gently pinching them before pressing his naked body against Shawn's to wrap his hands around him to scrub his back. Shawn grabbed onto Casey as Casey returned the favor of slipping fingers along the cleft of his buttocks.

  Shawn almost bit down onto Casey's shoulder as the burst of pleasure rushed through him. Instead, he caught Casey's lips in a harsh, demanding kiss.

  Casey's nimble fingers wormed their way between their bodies to grasp Shawn's rock hard cock, slowly stroking it, before slipping lower and lathering up the heavy ball sack. Shawn shifted his legs to give Casey better access but was surprised when Casey pulled back slightly, gathering up more soap and dropped to his knees.

  Shawn leaned back against the shower wall as Casey's hands massaged up his calves and thighs. Those deft fingers coming so close as they whispered next to his groin, and Shawn groaned in frustration when they didn't offer the touch he desperately wanted.

  He started to grab his own cock, but Casey brushed away his hand, maneuvering his body slightly so the water cascaded over him. As the water sluiced over him, rinsing away the soap, Shawn gasped in shock when he felt his cock engulfed by Casey's hot mouth.

  He stared down at his cock sliding in and out of his lover's mouth, tentative and exploring at first as Casey tested what he could take. Then the tongue swirled around the head and licked at the slit, and Shawn ended up banging his head against the stone shower wall.

  "Fuck," he groaned, enjoying the feel of Casey's hot, moist mouth sliding over his length. Casey had one hand on the base, stroking what he couldn't take in, and Shawn knew he would quickly be reaching his climax.

  He tugged back on Casey's hair as he felt his orgasm bubbling up. "Casey," he rasped, "I'm about to come. Pull off or I'll—"

  But Casey just latched on tighter, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking harder.

  "Oh, shit," Shawn gasped as Casey practically sucked his orgasm out of him.

  He wasn't surprised when Casey gagged a little, unable to swallow much. For his first time, Shawn was impressed that he even tried.