#thread:shawn

“Daddy! Daddy! Santa came!” He groaned as his daughter jumped on the bed. “He did, did he? I don’t know maybe I need to put you on the naughty list this year.” He countered as he rolled over stretching to wake up seeing the kids there minus the baby. “Alright, alright, we’ll go open presents but I have to grab the baby no one open anything until daddy gets down stairs. Shawn went to get his youngest out of her crib, as he carried her downstairs he paused seeing Carmen. “Merry Christmas beautiful.” He kissed her cheek and then looked down the stairs. “I got woken up with monkeys jumping on the bed.” He admitted, mentally preparing himself for the madness that’s christmas.

Shawn’s ears were met with the sounds of pots and pans clanking in the kitchen the moment he walked into their home. Finding the source of the noise he looked at his girl and bit his lip. He leaned against the wall as he watched her. “Is this apart of nesting? Rearranging our entire house?” He had to tease her, the closer they got to the baby coming the more eccentric he thought of her to be. “Is that cookie dough on the ceiling?” He asked as he looked up at the ceiling. 

Shawn was putting new inventory away in the back when he heard footsteps. “Someone at the counter will help you out with whatever you need.” He said without turning around, as he continued to write the parts they got in down on his clip board. Ever since he took over his Uncles shop and it was his name on the deed of the business Shawn found himself for the first time in his life with a sense of self. Something that was just his and not something he had to share with anyone else, aside from the men and women he employed. It wasn’t often someone wandered back in his shop but he often just pointed them in the right direction to get the help they needed. He turned around to give whoever joined him in the shop a smile though.

Shawn was working on a car that rolled into his shop when he heard a familiar voice, it had been something like six months since he heard that voice. “It’s not much of a rumor.” He countered as he looked over at his ex-boyfriend. “Bout six months I think. What made you roll through town this time?” The last time Caleb left Shawn swore he was done nursing a broken heart. Yet every time he seemed to be in a better place mentally and in his life, Caleb rolled back into it when he found it convenient. Shawn was tired of the breaking up and making up cycle that they seemed to have all of the time.

Shawn knew he should have questioned why the other was on tinder especially since Shawn saw them around the house. But yet they both swiped right. He was surprised the first few nights he was back home, (his lease was up on his apartment and he was looking for a new place) in walked her. The girl he couldn’t forget and had slid into his dm’s. Shawn should have put the kibosh on it the first night but then he heard his door creak open that night. Every night after that his brother’s best friend slipped into his bed and the only sounds in his room were the soft creaking of his bedsprings as they stayed the night. It wasn’t ever satisfying enough because he always woke up alone. Tonight was no different he had been just drifting off to sleep when the dim light from the hall flooded his room and that familiar squeak of the door they never seemed to manage to remember signaled before he heard the soft padding of their feet. “What are you doing in here? We're going to get caught one of these nights.” He whispered into the night.

“How much can you even see of me? It’s dark you dork, and I’m under the covers.” He shook his head as he pulled back the covers, he was in a pair of his boxers but they hung loose enough on him that it outlined his cock on his thigh. “You going to join me then or just stand there in your black tighties?” He teased back as he looked Jesus over, he shouldn’t have been flirting or fucking the younger man but he was a creature of habit, and if something interested him he went after it. 

“Do you want to see the look on my brother’s face? Because I sure as hell know I don’t.” Shawn wouldn’t live if he saw the disappointed look on Mike’s face. Hell, he knew it was wrong, for all he knew Mike had a crush on Maya. “He’s into you, you know,” Shawn told her as she made her way to his bed and he pulled back the covers. When he felt the weight on his bed shifting, he just moved his arms to encircle around her small frame. “Besides, I don’t think your father would approve. He’d tell you that I was far too old for you.” There were a million reasons why this wouldn’t work out, Shawn knew that. Despite the fact that some part of him deep down cared about Maya. Maybe that’s why he had half-hearted attempts at pushing her away, he kept telling himself he wouldn’t go there again but yet he continued to do so.