Milkshake Hearts

Chapter 1: Between Joking and Reality

A/N: So you know how I said approx 2000 words average? Yeah, Chapter 1 is 3300. Oops. Also a little content warning for direct sexual references, no actual explicit content. On to the fic!

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"So, did you cum?" Shayne breaks the silence some time later, grinning as he turns his head slightly to the right to meet Courtney's eyes.

"What?" she tilts her head in confusion, although she can't resist letting out a puff of air in almost-laughter at his smile.

"You said if you got a milkshake you might cum, so did you? I just want to know my performance here, dude," He elaborates, and this time she laughs fully.

"No, asshole, you gotta try a bit harder than that to make me cum. That's just... milkshakes are just like pre-foreplay, okay?" She plays along, watching as he turns his head to face forward again and leans back against the truck cabin.

"Well if you ever want to give me the opportunity to try something else, I'd happily take it," he tells her, his voice betraying no change in tone from his earlier joke.

"Noted, although to be fair you've inadvertently made me cum a bunch of times anyway," she muses in response, now also looking back out at the almost-visible sunset through the trees in front of them and absentmindedly thinking back to her regular Shayne-based fantasy.

"Oh? How?" He pries, and she feels his eyes on her again. She meets them as she speaks, shrugging off the awkwardness her mind is trying to make her feel.

"Dude, you're like, the perfect fantasy and I've been single for a WHILE-" she pauses for emphasis, "I gotta get off sometimes, y'know, and you're strong and muscley and hot as hell but you're soft and caring AF too, and fantasising about you being super in control but super caring about it is just... perfect."

"Oh, so it's not a mistake that your hands are constantly all over my biceps?" He grins even wider now, and she just laughs and shakes her head. "Good thing I like you touching me because I need my own fantasy source, too," he adds, after a moment of silence.

"Oh? What kind of fantasies? Are you a... top? Shayne Topp?" She pushes, and he shakes his head as if throwing off her joke.

"Ha, funny. Actually, I get plenty of use out of the same fantasy as you, apparently. I don't hate control but I'm never gonna hurt you or do anything you don't explicitly consent to and I care a whole lot about you, so..." he trails off, and Courtney let's her grin soften in response. He's such a sweetheart.

"Care about you too, Shayney, and I really love that I do have you to be a protective boy when I need it. God, I mean, I know you've listened to me complain about dudes and how I always feel like I'm watching my back with everyone, and I mean most of the work squad are fine but you are the only boi I completely trust to never take advantage of me. I mean, hell, there's been so many times you could've and you did the exact opposite, and I kind of throw myself all over you with our little wrestling matches but I know you are SO careful how you fight back, you really are the perfect little caring idiot. Granted, you would be a little more perfect if you let me win sometimes," she rambles, a little, leaning slightly to the side and letting their shoulders brush as she does.

"I mean, I don't think it should be notable that I show you respect, and I'm like that with everyone but- yeah, I like that you trust me and I'd never dare betray that. I am a little protective- I know you're strong and independent and you sure as hell don't need me around, I don't mean I think you need protection, I just-"

"No, I know what you mean. You know I'm kinda protective of you too, dude," Courtney cuts him off, and he nods.

"I trust you to the ends of the earth too," he continues, "It's why I let you touch me all the time - it's not like everyone gets to do that. Hell, I'd yell at Damien if he jabbed at my stomach under my shirt as much as you do. But you're special, I have no problem with you getting handsy and I know you only do it because you know I'm okay with it. You're dumb trustworthy perfect Courtney, you know?"