Shoot Your Shot (Hockey/Fratboy Shawn AU)

Part Eleven

Shawn's thumbs press in to the backs of your shoulder blades roughly, working small tight circles into the muscles there. "I knew you'd be good for something," you sigh, turning your head to look up at a Shawn whos wearing a face of pure concentration.
He pulls his tongue between his teeth, eyebrows furrowing as he focuses on your back, "oh yeah?" He asks sarcastically, eyes darting over to meet yours. You hum in agreement before turning your head back around and burying it back into his duvet.
Last night you had fallen asleep with your cooking show playing and then woke up to it still playing and a half asleep Shawn, intensely watching some woman create a batch of cupcakes. You had coaxed him to sleep but within an hour he was back up and had ten times more energy than he previously had. Since before the game last night, the topic of Brian had not come up once again and you knew it was inevitable but you were hoping to avoid it for a bit longer. It's been a lazy morning for you both, the show resumed per Shawn's request and now Shawn straddling your bum while he massaged your bare back.
You were complaining about the knots in your shoulder for a couple days now, and finally Shawn decided he'd had enough and practically forced you to lay down and allow him to "work his magic" as he had said. You, however knew it was just so he could press up against your ass. His morning wood was a bit more than prominent in his grey Nike sweats, wrapped beautifully around his long limbs. You just sat and smirked as he convinced you to let him massage your back, following instructions and laying how he needed you to.
You didn't mention the situation at hand, rather waited for him to act upon it, knowing that he- as a male, wouldn't be able to control himself for very long. You were proven right when on a couple minutes later, he leaned down and began to press kisses up and down your spine gently, hands now roaming from your shoulders and down your sides, landing on your ass. You don't say a word as he continues his motions, reaching up to move your hair to the side, it falling next to you on the bed. He then trails a line of kisses up the nape of your neck, the sound of him inhaling deeply, his nose pressed against your skin. One nip and the place where the base of your neck meets your shoulder has you whimpering, a smirk forming that you can feel on your hot skin.
It's silent, both of you waiting for the other to crack, and you thought you'd be okay in a situation like this, but if he keeps kissing you the way he is then you might crack. His hands are now planted on the mattress on either side of you, keeping himself up as his mouth works up and down your neck and back, traveling across your shoulders before cheekily coming to kiss your exposed cheek, the side of your face exposed to him as you lay there, allowing him to do as he pleases. A smile tugs across your lips and you find yourself- for just a moment, forgetting that he was trying to turn you on. It was like an unspoken agreement that when he was in the mood, the two of you would go at it, and vice versa.
His kisses resume as normal, an occasional one here or there causing you to moan out loud, a sound that would never grow old to Shawn. But then he added a little hum, just an innocent rumbling of a song deep in the back of his throat as he continued along his path, but the vibrations against your skin had you willing to crack any moment now. But, you prevailed not saying a word as you allowed him to continue his work.
A huff escapes him, one of clear frustration as he positions himself. He leans down so his chest is pressed against your bare back, his arms circling your midsection and holding you against him as you lay still face down, his body pushing your own into the mattress. The closeness of this position limited the area he now had access to with his lips, but the sudden feeling of his skin against yours with the combined sound of his heavy breathing a light kisses was driving you slowly insane. Yet, it was obviously having an equal effect on him, seeing as his previously visible boner was now settled between your open legs, pressing into the inside of your thigh. He was controlling himself, keeping from rocking himself against you, rubbing himself against your thigh. You could tell due to the tiny shake in his body everytime he moved his leg to get a bit more comfortable, or every time he would move his hips in the slightest. That combined with the shakiness of his breathing whenever such things happened, gave him away.
You reach back slowly, fingers finding the hair at the nape of his neck before giving the curls a tight tug, pulling a moan of his own from Shawn. The two of you went back and forth like this for a while, both of you pushing the others limits, trying to coax wonderful sounds from one another as you lay in his quiet house, the smell of purely him overwhelming your senses. Finally, you snapped, "Shawn."
He exhales heavily, smiling into your skin and saying, "Im so in love with you."
You laugh at the randomness of his words, allowing him to turn you over so you're now facing him topless. "I love you too, but i'm really turned on right now."
He smirks, sending you a wink before saying, "that was the goal, now let me show you how much I love you."
His head dips down to make contact with your collarbones for a mere few seconds before wasting no time in getting to your breasts. He circles your nipples with the tip of his tongue before biting down gently on it and then leaving stray kisses along the rest of your cleavage. You watch silently, letting him love you, show you what he can do. His hands entertain themselves by playing with the waistband of your pants, finger dipping under the band now and then just to get a rise out of you. Each time his finger dips under it, you lift your hips slightly, preparing to help him wiggle your pyjama shorts off of you, and each time you do so, Shawn laughs before letting the band snap against you waist. He then busies himself with kissing every centimeter of skin above your shorts, refusing to even kiss over top of them, teasing you relentlessly. His fingers find a home in the inside of your thigh just below the stopping point of your shorts, and the tips of his fingers press gentle pinches into the skin, causing you to jump each and every time. He painfully thorough in all of his actions, taking his time and making sure your left on edge, making sure your ready for him, making sure to make you need him as badly as he needs you, and he's successful.
By the time he finally slips your shorts off of your bum and down your legs, you're near tears. You were fuming inside, not with anger, but rather frustration. Within the last five minutes of his teasing, you were throbbing beneath your clothes, your heat aching for him to touch you in any way at all. He looks up to you making sure that your attention is only on him before he moves his body further down, head now level with your clothed heat. Once again, he makes sure to cover every centimeter now exposed to him. His kisses now stopped just short of your underwear, not once over lapping onto the lace material. When he was efficiently satisfied with his work, he hooked his finger under the band of your underwear, listening in to the way your breathing gets heavier and quicker as he did so, before he pulled it up and let it go, snapping against your hip bone. A cry leaves you as your hands fist the covers of his bed, he watches intently as your hands do so, revelling in this moment. The way you look, the way you smell, the way you feel. He takes it all in, pausing momentarily before dragging the material down your thighs and parting hem for him, placing one over each of his shoulders, your pussy now exposed to him.
"You're so wet," he whispers, his hot breath hitting your sensitive skin gently. He reaches out a finger, trailing it painfully lightly up your slit, running a circle over your clit before pulling away. His eyes darkened significantly in the last minute or two, and when they meet yours this time, you find your heart skipping a beat. "I'm going to make you feel, so, so good."
His tongue dips between your folds, going straight for the kill and flattening against your clit, circling it repeatedly and forcing your back off the bed abruptly. Your hands instinctively weave into his hair as you call out his name, hips bucking wildly as he holds you down now. His tongue is moving in a way that contradicts everything that he had previously done. The soft, sweet, gentle Shawb from just moments before is gone and now possessed by this different version of him who has nothing but pleasing you on his mind. He is nothing short of relentless as he roughly tugs your clit into his mouth, the sudden, uncomfortable feeling of it slowly morphing into an immense amount of pleasure and the rampant bucking of hips turned into a controlled rolling of hips into his mouth. His cool finger shocks you as it eases its way into you, pulling a gasp from your throat. He pumps it a couple of times, making sure you're wet enough for another and before you know it, he's got two fingers, knuckle deep, pounding into you. His movements are rough, the roughest he has ever been with you, and you'd be lying to say that it wasn't driving you insane. He looks great from where you're positioned, laying against his bed, propped up on your elbows now and watching his full head of curls bob up and down as he devours all of you. You begin to feel a bit dizzy, head spinning in circles, and you allow yourself to fall back onto the mattress as you let your orgasm consume you. Shawn helps you ride it out, fingers matching the waves of your orgasm and his tongue slowing against your clit, giving it gentle kitten licks to allow you to calm down.
"You're incredible," Shawn says incredulously, watching you reel yourself back in, regaining your focus.
You gulp, cuckling half heartedly. "You're the one calling me incredible? After you just did that? I don't think so."
He laughs casually, eyes sparkling as he moves his body back up yours, leaning down to plant a kiss against your lips, your taste transferring onto your tongue. Its then that his hard on brushes up against your thigh once again, and you remember that he still hadnt been taken care of properly. You reach between the both of you, dipping a hand into his sweats and gripping him firmly. A hiss escapes him, he head leaning back so he can look at you wide eyed. "Well hello there." You smile at his sudden change of attitude before pulling your hand away from him and raising an eyebrow. His face drops at the the loss of contact and next thing you know, he's laying on his back next to you. "Can i ask you something?"
"Of course," you say quickly, turning your head to watch him as his glance moves across the ceiling. Your eyes widen as he nervously says his next words.
"Are you on the pill?" He asks quickly, so quickly that you almost miss it.
Your jaw drops momentarily before you quickly recompose, he's eyes now on you once again, lip pulled between his teeth. "Yes, im on the pill, why?" The tables turn once again, and now hes avoiding looking at you while you turn back to look at him. You knew what he was thinking, and you also knew that it'd take a lot to get it out of him. After a few moments of pure silence, you climb over Shawn, straddling his waist and catching his attention. "You want to go at it without a condom, don't you?"
His hands come to rest on the tops of your thighs, eyes diverting from your breasts, and to your lips before meeting your eyes. "Yeah," he says breathlessly, hesitation clear in his raspy voice.
You sit still for a moment, debating whether or not to continue with this, but before you can process what you're doing, his pants are down his legs and his tip in lined up with your core. "What are you-" Shawn asks shocked at you sudden action.
"You're clean right?" You ask looking up from his member to watch his reaction to the question. He nods quickly before leaning back against the headboard and allowing you to sink down onto him. He feels just as good as he did with the condom on, there's not much of a difference if you're being honest. Perhaps it's the thrill of the event that makes it seem as if it more enjoyable, but from a purely physical standpoint, it feels the same.
The two of you are silent and slow, hot breaths bouncing off the others skin. Pants of each other's name leaving your lips as you rock your hips into his, moans tumbling from the lips of your lover each time you sink down farther and farther. Its as if, for the first time, youre doing this to feel something other than pleasure. The two of you are intimate in a way that's far too much to describe with the word love.
Shawns large palms hold onto your pinched waist, resting there gently as you move. Occasionally, his left hand would travel up the expanse of your back before wrapping into the hair at the base of your neck and and using it as leverage to bring you down for a kiss. He feeling of his cold ring burnin harshly into your sweaty skin as he moves. His lips busy themselves by attaching to any inch of skin the can reach, leaving beautiful marks to last for the next week reminding you of the intimacy you had shared with him. The sound of the headboard hitting the wall every now and again reminded the both of you of the world outside of your little bubble of space you were locked into with Shawn.
He threw his head back against the headboard, allowing your view to fall upon the neck that you had bruised nights prior to now. The marks were faded pink now, barely visible but somehow still very prominent to your view. He watched you as you watched him. He watched the way your eyes lit up when you had moved in a way that was particularly pleasurable to you, or when- while in your eyes' journey of his body, found something along his naked skin that you liked. He enjoyed the way you sounded for him, and assumed you liked the noises falling from him as well. He would revel in every whisper to leave your lips, watching in awe when you'd call out his name. His hips were firm, hitting the insides of your thighs as you mercilessly picked up your pace, your orgasm within reach.
He could tell you were close when your whines got a bit louder and your actions a bit harsher. Yet, even when you were practically fucking yourself onto him, it didn't feel as if the two of you were just fucking. There was something much deeper in those couple minutes that the both of you could sense, but neither one of you could place. He held you closely as your body shook lightly, your pleasure consuming you, and his following shortly after. You guys sat there like this for a while after, wrapped up in one another, silently, just enjoying the way it felt to be held because you never knew how much longer you had with the other.
For some odd reason, a saddening mood fell upon the two of you in your post orgasmic state. You, nor Shawn mentioned the change in mood, but it was clear in the air. Still, you kept within each others reach, resuming your earlier positions under the covers. About a half an hour later, Shawn breaks the silence randomly, "promise me you wont leave me?"
You're shocked by his words, jumping a bit at the suddenness of his voice, "why would I?"
"Just promise." Shawn says, his voice cracking as he speaks, your gaze moving to him as he continues to stare forward at the tv.
You lean up and kiss his neck gently before trailing your lips up his jaw. He sighs at the feeling, relaxing into your touch, "I promise Shawn, I promise."