More Than Anything

106 Pages·2016·0.26 MB·English

by  Shawn Lane

MORE THAN ANYTHING
… “Want to turn off the lamp?” Des asked softly.
“Okay.” Shayne actually liked the idea. If it was dark, well, Des
wouldn’t see all his flaws or try to guess what he was thinking. He
reached over and turned the knob, turning the room to darkness, save
for a small sliver of moon coming in through the window blinds.
Des took hold of his hand and wrapped his fingers around
Shayne’s palm. “How much experience do you have, Shayne?”
He decided to be honest. No sense lying. “Just a little.”
“Like what?”
He shrugged in the dark. “I went with my mother and grandmother
in the summer to visit family in Ohio. There was this guy who lived
near my relatives and we played around.”
“When you say played around, did you—”
Shayne swallowed. “Yes. O-only a couple of times, though. The
other times we just jerked each other off and did some blow jobs.”
Des had started to stroke his fingers along Shayne’s hand, to his
wrist and up his arm. Tingles of awareness went through him and
straight to his cock, causing it to harden instantly.
“Were you… did he fuck you?” Des asked.
He felt his ears burn, which was silly to blush when you were lying
in the dark. “Yes.”
“And you liked it? He didn’t hurt you?’
“I did and, no, he didn’t.”
Those fantastic fingers now caressed his biceps, drawing little
circles.
“Would you let me fuck you?”
Oh, God.
He opened his mouth to answer, but all that came out was a
squeak…
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MORE THAN
ANYTHING
BY
SHAWN LANE
AMBER QUILL PRESS, LLC
http://www.AmberQuill.com
MORE THAN ANYTHING
AN AMBER QUILL PRESS BOOK
This book is a work of fiction.
All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the
author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales,
or events is entirely coincidental.
Amber Quill Press, LLC
http://www.AmberQuill.com
All rights reserved.
No portion of this book may be transmitted or
reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in
writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief
excerpts used for the purposes of review.
Copyright © 2011 by Shawn Lane
ISBN 978-1-61124-196-9
Cover Art © 2011 Trace Edward Zaber
PUBLISHED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
To Shayne, with love
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CHAPTER 1
Shayne Ralston walked out of the university bookstore, his
arms full of textbooks, too many textbooks, he soon realized, as
they promptly slipped out of his arms and onto the ground in front
of him. Rolling his eyes at his own idiocy, he dropped to his knees
to scoop up his purchases.
“Here, let me,” a deep voice said from above him.
At first Shayne wasn’t sure the guy behind the voice spoke to
him, but then someone knelt beside him and swooped up his
scattered books in no time. Shayne glanced up, ready to thank his
helper, and met the most intense green eyes he’d ever seen.
“Hi.”
Shayne blinked. Not only were the eyes spectacular but the rest
of the guy went right along with them. High cheekbones, dark
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wavy hair, beautiful white straight teeth, and dimples.
“Um.” Smooth Shayne. He rolled his eyes at himself again.
His helper stood and, reaching down with one hand, pulled
Shayne to his feet. “You should get a book bag or a backpack.
Makes it easier to carry your books.” He glanced down at the ones
he held in his big hand. “Tough courses.”
Shayne nodded, knowing he was an idiot, just staring at the tall,
broad-shouldered god of a man.
“Des, come on!” someone shouted.
“Gotta go.” The guy handed the books to Shayne. “See you
around.”
And then he ran off toward several burly guys, all suspiciously
having that jock vibe.
Duh, Shayne, what else?
“What are you doing?” his best friend, Bart Smith, asked,
suddenly there at his elbow.
“Proving what a dork I am, on my first day, as usual,” Shayne
said, shaking his head. “Who was that? The guy who helped me.”
Bart, a short, slim redhead, had been his best friend since
kindergarten. “Are you kidding? What rock have you been living
under? Don’t you remember him?”
Shayne frowned. “No. Why?”
Bart sighed dramatically. “He went to our high school. He was
a senior when we were sophomores. Desmond Stratton. Student
body president. Quarterback. He’s on the university’s football
team, too. All those guys were. Rumors are he’ll go pro
eventually.”
“Oh.” Shayne stared after the direction the jocks had gone.
“Totally out of our league, Shayne.” Bart patted his arm.
“Besides, I’m pretty sure he’s into tits and ass.”
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He nodded. “Aren’t they all? Besides, I’m not here to find a
boyfriend. I’m here to get my history degree.”
Bart snorted. “Boring. Economics is where it’s at. Come on.
Let’s get something to eat. I’m starved.”
* * *
A few hours later and with a couple of classes firmly under his
belt, Shayne opened the door of his old beat-up truck in the
campus parking lot. He glanced at the sky and frowned at the
approaching clouds. The morning, when he had to be indoors, had
been bright and sunny.
Getting into the truck, Shayne turned the key in the ignition
and… nothing.
“Oh, please no.”
Grimacing, he tried again… and again.
“Need a jump?”
The sudden deep voice at his window had Shayne screaming
like he was a victim in a horror movie. His face burning hot,
Shayne turned his head to see Desmond Stratton standing at his
window looking sheepish.
Shayne rolled down his window. “Uh, hi.”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You didn’t scare me, er, exactly.”
“You screamed,” Desmond pointed out.
“A startled scream is all. What did you want?” He winced at
the sharpness in his own voice.
“Wondered if you needed a jump. Sounds like your battery.”
Biting his lip, Shayne nodded. “Maybe. You know about cars?”
Desmond shrugged. “Not really, but I do have jumper cables
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and know how to do that. Desmond Stratton.”
When Desmond stuck out his hand, Shayne figured he should
shake it. His hand looked very small in Desmond’s big paw.
“Shayne Ralston. Nice to meet you, Desmond.”
“Des. That’s what all my friends call me. I’ll pull my car over
here and we can give you that jump. Be right back.”
Shayne watched Des run off toward a group of other parked
cars. Sighing, he got out of the truck and opened the hood. He
might not know shit about cars but he knew that much had to be
done.
It seemed like he was destined to make an ass out of himself in
front of Des. Not like it would matter really. The guy wouldn’t be
interested in someone like Shayne, not even as a friend. And if he
realized Shayne was gay, he’d probably punch his lights out.
A minute later, a black Mustang pulled into the empty spot next
to Shayne’s truck. It took every bit of strength he had not to roll his
eyes at the muscle car. Straight as a damn arrow.
Des got out carrying cables. His smile was brilliantly beautiful.
“How old is this truck anyway?”
“Well, um, pretty old. It was my gramps’s, actually. Not sure
what year it is. I just needed a way to get to school.”
“Well, that’s cool,” Des said. “Let’s get you going.”
Shayne watched as Des went to his car and popped the hood
and then connected the cables between the two vehicles.
“Okay, Shayne, go ahead and try to start her,” Des called.
He nodded and got back in his truck. After two attempts, his
truck came to life. And Shayne heaved a sigh of relief.
Des came around to the driver side of his truck. “Let’s leave it
for a moment. I’m betting you really need a new battery. You
going straight home?”
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