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It was a rainy day in Seattle, and Monty was full of pent-up energy. Shane was about to go bonkers; Monty bouncing around every five minutes was starting to get on his nerves. “Monty, come on, relax,” Shane begged.“Make me,” Monty challenged, and oh. Shane had never backed down before, and he certainly wasn’t going to start today.Shane crossed the room and plopped himself down in Monty’s lap. Monty raised an eyebrow and let out a laugh. “You think that’s going to make me relax?”“Maybe,” Shane said, leaning in and rolling his hips a little, grinning as Monty let out a surprised groan. “But I know this will for sure.” Shane leaned in and kissed Monty.“Fair point,” Monty grinned. He let Shane take the lead on this; Monty could behave and relax. Besides, Shane was being such a good boy. He was thinking of Monty, and Monty couldn’t let that go to waste. Monty sank back against the couch.Shane took his time, feeling Monty relax underneath him. Finally, Shane slid his mouth lower and looked at Monty, who nodded, but said, “No marks.”Shane pulled back. “Ok,” he said, knowing Monty liked to hear Shane say he understood. Shane then went back to trailing his tongue over Monty’s collarbone; when he’d ran out of room, he tugged on the hem of Monty’s shirt, hoping Monty got the hint.Monty did, pulling his own shirt up and sliding Shane’s sweatshirt off too. Shane kissed and lightly bit at spots on his way down, being careful not to leave any marks. When he got to Monty’s torso and then lower, he could tell Monty was clearly interested. Shane tapped on Monty’s thigh; Monty lifted his hips wordlessly and let Shane peel the sweatpants down and off. “I’m still not quite relaxed yet,” Monty said, smirking at Shane, the challenge still there.Shane retaliated and shut Monty up by swallowing the tip of Monty’s dick into his mouth. Monty’s hand found its way into Shane’s hair and rested on the back of Shane’s skull, lightly scratching at the hair on the back of Shane’s neck.Shane set his rhythm like he normally did; Monty tried to hold in some of the sounds he was making and restrain himself. That was until Shane said, “Let me hear you,” and then it was like a switch was flipped. Monty was glad they lived alone; it was hard to keep quiet, especially when Shane was moving his tongue around like that. “Ah, fuck,” Monty said, pushing up into Shane’s mouth a little more. “Keep going.” An interesting flick of Shane’s tongue made Monty pull back. “Shane, you gotta stop. I’m gonna…”“Ok,” Shane said. The prep work was never his favorite part, but he at least tried to make it as quick and easy as possible. Soon, Shane was riding back on his fingers and begging Monty, saying he was ready. Monty grabbed the condom and slid it on, then let Shane slowly sink down onto him. “Go ahead and move sweetheart, whenever you’re ready,” Monty whispered in Shane’s earlobe, nipping on Shane’s earlobe.Shane grabbed on to Monty’s arms and held on tight; his hands then clasped together behind Monty’s neck. This changed the angle just a bit, making Shane let out a sound neither one of them had either heard before. Shane kept going for that spot. He let Monty get his hand between them and start jacking Shane off. Shane didn’t last long after that; Monty’s thrusts got a little more erratic and then he too was coming.Shane waited a few minutes before getting up. “Shower?” He asked.“Ok,” Monty agreed. He stood up and went to the bathroom to set the shower to their liking.Shane came in and looked at Monty. “Are you feeling relaxed now?”“Yeah,” Monty said, kissing Shane’s cheek. “Thank you. After we get all cleaned up, I think we should get under the electric blanket and watch movies.”“Sounds good to me,” Shane grinned. Shane got the living room all set up; he let Monty pick the movie. He knew they’d both fall asleep (they always did when the warm blanket was involved), but that was fine. They both deserved it today.