Disclaimer: Do not know nor own Westlife, sadly. This probably never happened, except for in my filthy imagination...
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Part 4. Shane shook his head, and turned around. He didn't want Kian to see him. Then he'd just know that he had watched them, him and Nicky as he stroke him to the edge. He was a bit jealous, but left it like that.
He was turned on, now, and he needed some relief. He sighed. He could just wait till Kian came back, but he didn't know if he would come with the first, and he didn't exactly have all day...
He went back to the cloakroom, with just a towel draped around his waist. Well, he could always go alone into the shower...
He went to his toilet bag, and searched for soap, when he heard a door open. He looked up to see Mark coming into the cloakroom. Shane's lips went up in a grin, as a thought stroke his mind, but he quickly shook his head to himself, and looked down again to look for the soap.
"Hey," Mark said and yawned as he approached Shane. He came up next to him, and dragged of his jumper. He threw it down on the bench, and looked around. "Is any of the others here?" he asked Shane.
"Yeah, Kian and Nicky went to the pool," Shane said.
Mark just nodded, and started to unbutton his jeans. He looked at Shane who was now looking through his bag, to see if he found his soap. "What's up?" he asked.
"I can't seem to find my soap..." Shane replied a bit annoyed.
Mark just rolled his eyes, and searched through his own bag, and found soap. "Take this."
Shane caught it, as Mark threw it to him. "Thanks," he grinned, and went into the shower.
Shane entered into the rays of the water, and let the water run down his body. He took some soap in his hand, and then soaped in his chest. He let his hands roam up to his shoulders, and down his arms and his underarms, closing his eyes.
Mark came into the showers, and threw his towel to the other end of the room, before going to the shower next to Shane's. He turned it on, and felt the warm water roam down his body. He looked over at Shane. "Can I have my soap?" he asked.
Shane opened his eyes as if he hadn't noticed him before. "Of course," he said, and passed him the soap.
"Thanks," Mark said.
Shane was about to go out of the showers, when Mark asked if he could soap in his back.
Usually, Shane would be annoyed by Mark's hygiene obsession, but smiled and said yes. Mark smiled back, and turned his back to him. Mark soaped in his hands, and then rubbed them to Mark's shoulder. He continued down between his shoulder blades, then them too. He used more soap, and continued down his back. He felt Mark shuddering when he came to his lower back. Shane's hands roamed to the side of Mark's waist, and up his sides, before he started from his shoulders and down again.
"That feels great," Mark said. Shane smirked behind him, and took more soap. He stroked the flat of his hands to Mark's back, and down his hips. Mark stood still, waiting to see what Shane was doing.
Shane pushed him into the rays of the shower again, to wash of the soap. He held his hands by his hips, but leaned vaguely forward, and softly kissed his shoulder. Mark closed his eyes, and felt Shane's hands going up his waist, and then resting there for a while, as Shane softly nibbled on his neck.
Mark didn't struggle, so Shane continued. His hands moved to his stomach, and then up to his chest. He carefully twitched his nipple. Mark yelped, and bucked his hips. Shane took his hands to himself, and turned Mark around. He looked into Mark's eyes, who seemed intrigued by what Shane was trying to do, and Shane took that as a green light. He cupped his cheek, and leaned forward to kiss him.
Mark kissed him eagerly back, but Shane broke it soon off and kneeled down. He took Mark's growing cock in his hands, and slowly he pumped up his length. Mark tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes as Shane ran his thumb quickly round the head. Shane moved his hands down to the base, and leaned forward to take him in his mouth.
Mark groaned, and leaned his back to the shower processor, sliding his hands down the wall. He threw his head backwards, when Shane let go of him, and flicked his tongue over the head. He licked the shaft, while rubbing his thumb on the head. He could hear Mark's breath go heavier as he rubbed harder, and he cupped his balls. Shane lapped out his tongue, and softly flicked it on the sensitive skin. He trickled one ball into his mouth, and heard Mark gasp. He softly massaged the ball with his tongue before taking the other in as well.
Mark was by now groaning and tilted his head from side to side as he felt Shane's thumb circle on the top of his cock, and his tongue played with his balls. Shane then let go of the balls again, and took the cock into his mouth again. Shane now bopped his head on Mark's cock in a bit of a hurry, getting impatient, and it didn't take too long for him to taste the salt of Mark's cum in his mouth.
Mark's body collapsed, and slid down the wall. Shane crawled up to him, and kissed him hungrily. Mark didn't know if he could take any more, but when Shane first noticed the soap again, it was nothing stopping him.
He grabbed it, and soaped in his fingers. He drew his hands on Mark's stomach, and led them down to his hips. He stroked them down his thigh, and on the insides. Mark curled up his legs, and Shane easily came in between the arse cheeks. He slowly entered one finger, and saw Mark's body stiffen. He leaned down to Mark's wet body, and took one nipple in his mouth, as he nudged his finger in him to get him used to it. Mark started to moan, and Shane took his chance to enter another finger. Mark groaned, and bucked his hips towards him.
Shane withdrew his fingers, and positioned himself between Mark's legs. Mark had his eyes closed, and waited for Shane to enter him. Shane led himself to the hole, and slowly entered him. Mark moved his hips towards him, and Shane slid easily inside. Shane threw his head back and sighed, and Mark gasped and clinched his hands onto Shane's back.
Shane pulled out, and pounded in again. Mark gasped again, more loudly, and Shane felt his nails dig into his back. He pounded in again, and Mark met his movements halfway, while gritting his teethes and letting his frustrations set their marks on Shane's back.
Shane heard Mark whimper, and felt him tightening around him, and with one last, deep pound into him, he felt his own orgasm taking him over and emptying him in Mark.
Shane bowed his head down over Mark, before rolling of off him. Mark panted, and rested his hand to his chest. Shane looked over at him, and watched how his chest rose up and down. He smiled to himself, and looked up, before he closed his eyes.