"Like sands through the hourglass, so are the Days Of Our Lives..."
R.I.P. Mr. Macdonald Carey (The Late Dr. Tom Horton, Sr., DAYS OF OUR LIVES), you are truly missed.
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction based upon male characters of the #1 NBC Daytime Drama Days Of Our Lives and does not imply the sexuality of the characters used. The names of characters past or present may be included, but they are not of my creation and are products of Corday Productions, Inc., NBC, and all its affiliates. If male/male romance offends you, or it is illegal for you to view such explicit homoerotic material, for whatever reason, please do not continue. Thank you. All those who wish to continue forth, welcome to my world!
Setting: In the context of this story, Shawn Brady is not the very same person, with the very same relationships, that we see on the show. Shawn has returned home from the Merchant Marines for Victor Kiriakis, his grandfather's, wake and funeral. The story opens at the will-reading, for which Bo Brady, Philip Kiriakis, Brady Black and Shawn himself are all present for. Note: Shawn has been traveling Europe post-Marines.
Shawn's Private Dancer
Shawn stares up into the early morning sky, still pink from the sun rising in the east. Whimsically, his long, dark brown locks blow in the wind, his dark eyes even darker, revealing his depth of thought and the immense weight on his shoulders. His manly hands were stuffed into the pockets of his black trench coat, until he combed some fingers through his head of hair; Shawn was grateful to be rid of the restraining crew cut of the Merchant Marines. In his time away from Salem, Shawn grew a full goatee and moustache, which only served to make him ooze masculinity even more. Before he could reach the door, Henderson, the Kiriakis butler since the mid 1980s, opened the door.
"Master Brady, we've been expecting you,"
Shawn gave the old man a nod, and cautiously proceeded inside, an arcane aura surrounding the foyer. Being the last to arrive, Henderson ushered everyone (Shawn included) to their seats. The funeral had been held the night before, which most present Kiriakis men remained enervated from. Spotting his dad, of whom he was a spitting image, Shawn swiftly crosses the room, and locks him into a bear hug.
"Hey.sailor man, it's good to see ya. Look at you.wait until your mom sees you, looking so grown up,"
Bo and Hope had been unable to make the funeral until late and, by that time, Shawn had already left and settled in at his suite at the Salem Inn. Shawn smiled, mulling over how Hope would react to seeing him for the first time in several long years:
<< Hope Brady, a middle-aged woman with straight, brown hair which fell to her shoulders, distinctive cheekbones and questioning brown eyes, was hustling and bustling around the house, having just sent Zack off to school for the day. She couldn't believe it. The whole mess with J.T. and the Reibers seemed like only yesterday. For a moment, she reflected on life without her precious John Thomas. With a sigh, she heard the doorbell ring once, twice, three times.
"I'm coming! I'm coming."
Hope got to the door, and as it swung open, it revealed the smiling face of her first born, Shawn-Douglas. Her mouth flew open and she immediately wrapped her son's neck in a motherly embrace.
"Oh! Shawn is that really you? My God, I don't believe my eyes! Look at you..come in, come in- sit down- make yourself at home." >>
Shawn shook his head, smiling at the thought. He shared a look with his father, and knew they were on similar wavelengths. Leaving Bo for the moment, Shawn began making rounds to the other heirs of the Kiriakis fortune.
Soon, the reading of Victor Kiriakis' final will and testament began, read by none other than Gene Briscoe, a tall, stern, gray-haired man, and the benefactor of Victor's estate. Brady was awarded Titan, and all its properties and divisions. Philip was given the Mansion, and all of its grounds. Bo received one of Victor's many islands off the coast of Greece, for vacationing, and possibly, for retiring. Shawn was shell-shocked at what he received- The Blue Note! And it was his to renovate and do with as he pleased. Each of the four also received their own percentage in stock in Titan Publishing and bonds in several grand each. Afterwards, the Kiriakis men all went out to the Cheatin' Heart to celebrate their new leases on their lives, thanks to their dearly departed kin.
Back at his suite at the Salem Inn, Shawn sighed and leaned back against the door, closing his eyes to take the events of the past week in. Removing his trench coat, Shawn revealed the Armani tuxedo he had worn to the will-reading and later to the Kiriakis men gathering at the Cheatin' Heart. His suit jacket soon followed and Shawn fiddled with his tie, loosening it as he entered the compact bathroom. Unbelievable, he thought with a sigh of sexual frustration as he stared into the smoldering eyes of his reflection in the mirror, I've just come home from another long, mournful day (surrounded by hot family members) and yet, I can't seem to keep little Shawn content.
Shawn had been single since the summer after high school, when he split with Jason. He remembered the events that led to the nasty break up, and pondered how things would be different today if he'd never given into such torrid temptation.
<< There he was, the glorious nerd of Salem High, Kevin Lambert, in all of his gorgeous glory. On his back in the sand- his eyes closed- and his fist making slow, agonizing strokes along his massive ten inches, Shawn was in complete awe; he'd had been longing for some much needed relief from the horrid heat wave and decided to go for some R & R up to Smith Island, where the Horton side of his family owned a cozy cabin. Jason declined an invitation, so he'd invited Kevin in his stead. His boyfriend had summer school to take care of, in order to attend college next year. Now, Shawn wondered why the fates had placed such a chiseled body on the nerd he'd invited when his hot boyfriend couldn't come.
Before Shawn could acknowledge what he was doing, or even begin to stop himself, he was going down on Kevin's hard-on, slurping it like an ice cold popsicle in the summer afternoon. Kevin's eyes flew open, narrowing towards Shawn's in a seductive stare. His big hands tangled in Shawn's short hair, shoving his massive meat deep down Shawn's expanding throat, until his thick pubes ticked Shawn's nose. Shawn's eyes rolled to the back of his head, as Kevin's face fucking of him began to send him into a world of ecstasy. Kevin shoved him off, and Shawn was concerned; however, Kevin repositioned himself on his side and took Shawn's own impressive seven inches between his lips and Shawn obliged with his own suck action on Kevin's rod.
Jason had gotten out of summer school earlier than anticipated and, soon as possible, took the next ferry over to Smith Island. What he found there, though, broke his heart; by this time, Kevin had Shawn on his hands and knees as he plowed into Shawn's beautiful bubble butt. Jason didn't want to believe it, but the voice that was screaming in ecstasy was unmistakable.
"Shawn?!"
Kevin came in Shawn's ass as Jason screamed his boyfriend's name in confusion, and soon, Shawn was running after his beloved, but to no avail. That was the end of his longest relationship, which had begun when he hurt puberty, taking a slight hiatus when he went to boarding school, and re-occurring when he returned and enrolled in Salem High. >>
Five years of real romance, only because he couldn't resist one hot stud puppy. Kevin, of course, left for college across the country soon after and Shawn tried to patch up the relationship. But, it never happened; Jason wouldn't even speak to him again. Therefore, Shawn went into the Merchant Marines and never looked back. Since then, he'd had plenty of fuck buddies, but he hadn't had a serious relationship since then and Shawn had to admit, hot action alone wasn't fulfilling him. At the same time, however, he was afraid of romance, because of how painful his split from Jason was.
Finally, he tore his stare from the mirror, turning towards the shower stall and bending over to reach for the faucet. His dress pants were tight, hugging his hips, ass and package firmly, giving way to the perfect shape of his sexy behind. Once the water was running, his pants slid off- displaying his package in a pair of grey, cotton, CK boxers- which he proceeded to remove. Once his slab of meat was surrounded by the hot air of the bathroom, it slammed against his rock-hard abdomen, which was still covered by his dress shirt. Resisting the urge to give his needy cock a few rigorous tugs, Shawn undid the buttons on his shirt, slid it off his shoulders and- now completely disrobed- he stepped into the shower, loving the feeling of the hot water cascading over his muscular body. It was like the water was washing away all the demons from his troubled mind.