SDV Brain Dump

Shane truly could never get enough of you.

Thing is, you don't know that and he damn well made sure to keep himself controlled around you. He didn't want any of the depraved thoughts he had about you affect the way you treated him so sweetly.

The random gifts, how you always seemed to know exactly what he needed whether it's a good old beer when you join him to stand in silence together in the saloon or some chilli peppers randomly while hes on the clock at his horrible dead end job. How exactly you knew those were his favorites he couldn't tell and frankly, he didn't care. As long as he had your smile in his life he didn't need to know too many details.

Walking home from the saloon always gave him time to cool his mind off. The fresh night air didn't help much with the images of you in his head though. If only he had the confidence to do something about it, if only he didn't feel like the most disgusting person in the whole valley, maybe he'd actually have the balls to confess his feelings to you.

Once home he makes sure to check if everyone at home is sleeping, quietly closing jas' door so he wouldn't wake her by being too loud. Shane quickly grabs a change of clothes from his room and steps into the bathroom, sigh leaving his lips. This really has become a routine for him huh?

With a little squeak he turns the shower knob. The water hits his hair, trickling down his face, slowly down his legs and lastly down the drain. Washing off the day felt good. Another soft breath leaves his lips as he leans onto the cool tiled wall behind him.

He's so fucking hard.

He hasn't been as pent up as he has been the past couple months ever since college. Fucking. College. The way his body reacted to your every move, the sound of your voice, feeling your hand brush against his own made him feel like he's a hormonal teenager all over again.

So Shane deals with it the way he knows how to. The way he has always dealed with it.

While spreading the body wash over himself his hand travels down, heartbeat rising, throbbing, blood rushing south. Sighing as his hand makes contact with himself. Images fill Shane's head, mostly all a blur, your smile, you on your knees, mouth opened wide, taking him whole, his hand fisted in your hair. God you'd look so good drooling.

A gentle groan fills the shower.

His head falls back against the tile. One hand covering his mouth to muffle any more sounds that might escape him, the other stroking himself quickly, eyes unfocused staring into nothing.

The things he wants to do to you. Things he could never ever utter to a single soul. Storing them away in a locked box at the very back of his mind. Maybe one day he'll be able to give you the key, or whatever else he tells himself to keep his hopes up.

Things including, but definitely not limited to, having you all to himself, head pushed into the mattress, his hand on the back of your neck hold you down and making you take it. Take it and take it and take it. He grips himself a little harder, speeding up ever so slightly, thumb running over the tip.

You'd be so good for him. Taking his cock so well and sounding so so beautiful. Your voice calling out his name, or maybe not his name, he wouldn't be opposed to you calling him something else. You calling him sir, perhaps daddy? An extra hard shiver runs down his spine as he feels himself leaking precome, dick twitching happily. Oh God did he actually have a daddy kink? Something for shane to unpack after his already way too long shower.

He knows he won't last much longer with that thought specifically.

With the scenario filling his head and more heat rising up to his cheeks, he's suddenly met with the last little push that shoves him over the edge. The image flickers by, it's still you, now with your arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him and whispering a soft "I love you" against his lips.

Shane had to physically bite his hand to stop himself from moaning out your name as he comes. And oh God did he come. Legs shaking softly, vision going blurry before he presses his eyes shut.

The sound of of the running water comes rushing back to him as he regains his balance. Taking a couple seconds to wash off the sticky residue from his hand, he finds himself thinking it would've been less wasted if instead of going down the drain it was inside of you- Shane stops himself from thinking that thought further, one down bad jerking off session is enough for tonight.

The shower knob gives another squeak as he turns the water off. Taking a moment to dry himself odd haphazardly before getting dressed in silence and heading to bed.

Shane knows, deep within himself, that he won't be able to continue like this much longer. Maybe tomorrow could be the day he sparks up a conversation with his favorite farmer when you come meet him at the saloon. Falling asleep, for once, with a hopeful outlook for the next day.