does he feel the same? (shyan) (COMPLETE)

Bonus Chapter - frustration (s)

Shane's POV

It's our four month anniversary next week. Four months of Ryan being the first thing I see every morning and the last voice I hear every night. Four months of counting my lucky stars that I get to be with him and kiss him and laugh with him every day. I still get butterflies every time he smiles.

Now, we are three hours into a journey to some big Buzzfeed meeting. There's still an hour to go and I'm really fucking bored. Ryan's got his headphones in, editing a video, but my phone died and the taxi driver doesn't seem very talkative.

'Bored?' Ryan says, pulling off his headphones.

I exhale heavily. 'Yeah.'

'I'll talk to you.'

'It's okay - I know you're working.'

'I'm all finished.' He shuts his laptop. 'And you're much more interesting than some video.'

Ryan moves across the back of the taxi so he is sitting next to me, and I rest my head on his shoulder.

'You have a freckle, on the side of your temple. I've never noticed that before.' His fingers trace my hairline.

'I can't see the side of my head, so I'm just gonna have to take your word for it.'

He snorts a laugh. 'What is this meeting even about?'

'I'm not sure - it's a pretty big event though. And we get to stay in a nice hotel tonight.'

'Oh?'

'We could have breakfast in bed tomorrow morning.'

'That sounds so nice!' He lowers his voice. 'What else could we do in the bed?'

Ryan's hand trails down my neck.

'We can do whatever you want, darling.' As I speak, his arm drops down and sneaks round my waist. 'Or maybe whatever I want.'

'Is that a promise?' His hands slip up my shirt, and I arch my back at the feeling of his fingers on my skin.

'Ry-' I whisper, closing my eyes against his touch. 'Ry, we're in an Uber - '

'The driver doesn't care,' he murmurs in my ear. 'Plus, he'll never know if you keep quiet.'

He kisses the corner of my lips and the side of my jaw, and his hands wander to my front, tracing my hip bone under my shirt.

'Ry-'

'Tell me to stop.'

I press a harsh kiss to his lips before laying my head on his shoulder, eyes closed. 'Don't stop.'

'Good.' His fingers trail over my stomach. 'You know, that true crime video I was just editing - it's pretty good.'

'R- Really?' I shiver as his fingers dip lower, playing with the button on my pants.

'Yeah. I feel like we covered all the theories well, and the case itself is fascinating.'

I hum my agreement, trying to keep my voice steady. He leans his head against mine innocently.

'Shane, could you pull my jacket over our laps? I'm awfully cold.'

'Sure,' I blush.

'Thank you, darling.'

As soon as the coat is covering my lap, Ryan's fingers slip below my waistline and he runs a knuckle along the inside of my thigh. I let out a soft moan but quickly turn it into a cough.

'Keep talking, love,' he murmurs in my ear. 'You're in public - you can't get... distracted.'

As he speaks he grabs my cock harshly, smirking. I clench my fists and bury my groan in his hair.