Saturday, January 29, 2011

The Way Home: Chapter Six

Title: The Way Home
A Shelter Fanfic
Author: Jessica ([info]sam_cdn )

Rating: NC-17
Summary: This story opens a little over two months after Shaun, Zach, and Cody have moved to Valencia. This will be a multi-chaptered story, telling the tale of what happens next. There will be plenty of happiness, sappiness, and general domestic bliss. There will be some hotness and some smuttiness. There will also be some angst, some anger, some sadness, and some pain. There will be some attempts at humor, but I'm not promising you'll laugh. Hold on tight, I've got a lot of story to tell!
Disclaimer: I do not own and did not create the film Shelter. I am making no profit off of this.

Nearly a month had passed since Jeanne’s phone call and the plans for what was supposed to be a four- or five-day excursion had now transformed into a much longer trip. Jeanne would only be in San Pedro for a few days during the week before Christmas, but Gabe was planning on spending his entire break in Laguna and had convinced Zach and Shaun to spend at least two weeks with him.

“Deal with your family and crap,” Gabe had said to him over the phone, “but then stick around. It'll be great--we'll hang out, do some real surfing. Come on, man. When are we going to get a chance like this to hang like old times?”

Yeah, I’m sure it’ll be just like old times. Especially with your brother and me in a relationship and raising my sister’s son together. It’ll be just like high school, Zach thought. But he said: “I don’t know, Gabe. I’m not sure if I want to take that much time off of work.”

“You’re not seriously choosing work over me, are you?”

Zach bit his thumbnail and tried to think up a better excuse. “We were going to spend Christmas here, at the apartment.”

“Dude, come on, everyone’s going to be back for the holidays. We can get the whole gang together, have a party every night.” Zach didn’t say anything. “Look, no one cares, all right?”

“No one cares? Well, who knows, Gabe?”

Gabe sighed. “Well, I mentioned something to Steve, and I have a feeling Billy knows. I’m guessing Tori told her friends, and probably Greg.”

“So basically, everyone knows by now.”

“I don’t know, man, I’ve been away all this time too. Anyways, who cares who knows?”

Unfortunately, Zach cared who knew, but he was trying not to. So after talking it over with Shaun, he told Gabe that they would spend the holidays in Laguna with him. He suspected that Gabe's insistence had something to do with the fact that his parents would be in Europe over Christmas, and he wasn't exactly looking forward to spending the holidays alone in a huge house. Zach was actually looking forward to it: he had spent a few Christmases at that big house in Laguna when things with his family weren’t so festive, and each time was pretty magical. Shaun and Gabe’s family had problems of their own, but Zach found them easier to bear when Christmas was being spent in a 23-bedroom mansion by the beach. He thought it would be a good place for Cody to spend his first Christmas with him and Shaun, and without his mother.

He didn’t have any trouble getting time off work, and Shaun could take his work with them. Cody’s last day of school was December 19th, and they planned on leaving that night.

A few days before their departure, they had Eliza over for an early-Christmas dinner. Shaun made a roast chicken with gravy and stuffing and cranberry sauce. Eliza brought wine and scored huge points with Cody by buying him a Lego kit to build a space station.

Around ten o'clock, after Cody had been put to bed, and starting in on their forth bottle of wine of the evening, they were all feeling plenty relaxed. They settled in the living room, and confessed tales of their indiscretions, sexual and otherwise. Eliza had already told the story about when she was thirteen and got caught smoking in the bathroom at school, and the story of when a year ago, she had made out with two guys during the course of one party. Zach was in the middle of the story of the prank he and Gabe had pulled during their senior year, an elaborate ruse that involved shaving cream, the school's sprinkler system, and pulling of the fire alarm. Shaun laughed along with Eliza, though he had heard the story before. His arm was wrapped firmly around Zach, and Zach had his hand on Shaun's knee. He was just getting to the part when they had managed to evacuate the entire school, when his cell phone rang.

"Don't answer!" Eliza said as Zach dug his phone out of his pocket. "Screw whoever's calling--I want to hear the end of this."

Zach rolled his eyes at her. "Hello?"

"Hey man, what's up?"

"Gabe! How's it going, man?"

"Doing good. Just wanted to check what day you guys are getting down to Laguna?"

"Uh, night of the nineteenth."

"Fuck. I was hoping it'd be earlier—I think I lost my key."

"How'd you lose your key?" Zach looked at Shaun who was rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

"I don't know, man, that's why I can't find them."

"Oh," Zach said, and then started laughing hysterically as though this were the funniest thing he had heard in ages.

"Are you drunk?"

Zach snorted. "No! Actually, yeah, a little."

"Awesome. You guys partying it up?"

"Uh, we're just hanging out with my friend, Eliza. Say hi, Eliza," Zach said, holding his phone out toward her.

"Hi Gabe," Eliza said in a flirty voice.

Zach smirked at her, then put the phone back to his ear. "Anyways, we're just hanging out."

"Dude, let me talk to her."

"What? Why?"

"'Cause I'm bored."

Zach frowned. "Don't get any ideas."

"What?" Gabe said. "C'mon, gimme a break."

Zach shrugged. "All right." He stretched the phone out to Eliza again. "He wants to talk to you."

Eliza raised an eyebrow, but took the phone. "Yes?"

Shaun leaned in closer to Zach. "Why does he want to talk to her?"

Zach shrugged. "Because he's Gabe."

"Yeah, that's what I was afraid of."

Zach laughed. "Ah, he's harmless. I mean, there's, like, a hundred miles between them."

"True. But this is Gabe we're talking about."

They looked at each other, then at Eliza. She seemed to be enjoying herself plenty. She was laughing a lot, and putting on a voice Zach had only heard her use on him before she had found out about him and Shaun. "Oh, I've been hearing all about you ... Ha ha, mostly ... Well, yeah, Shaun and Zach are amazing! ... Oh yeah, Cody's, like, the cutest kid ever ... I know, I know! ... OK, OK, hold on." She stood up abruptly and looked at Zach and Shaun. "I'll be back." And then she proceeded to take the phone into the kitchen, where she continued her conversation.

Shaun crossed his arms. "All right, he is definitely getting ideas."

"I know." Zach shrugged. "Oh well."

"Yeah." Shaun looked at him and they both laughed.

Ten minutes later, Eliza came back and handed Zach’s phone back to him. “Gabe wants to talk to you again,” she said.

Zach grabbed the phone and put it back to his ear. "What?"

"Dude, she sounds totally hot. She's totally hot, isn't she?"

Zach sighed. "I told you not to get any ideas." Eliza glared at him, but Zach ignored it.

"You're not answering the question."

Zach stood up and went to the kitchen. "I don't think of her that way, all right?"

"Well, obviously not. But you can tell me if she's hot. C'mon, she sounds cool."

"She's my friend, OK? And it isn't like you guys live anywhere close to each other."

"Long-distance relationships have their advantages."

"That's exactly what the problem is."

Gabe groaned. "Fine, forget it. Plenty of other pussy."

"Right. So we're cool?"

"Yeah, yeah, we're always cool. Can I talk to Shaun? I gotta figure out this key thing."

"Yeah, hold on."

While Shaun took the call in the kitchen, Zach sat back in the living room with Eliza. "Your friend sounds cute," she said.

"Uh huh. Well, he's very good at talking to girls."

"No kidding. Finish your story--I really want to hear this now."

It was after midnight by the time the three of them were ready for sleep. Eliza crashed on their couch. Shaun and Zach shut their bedroom door behind them, stripped, and collapsed on the bed together.

"I'm trashed," Zach mumbled after the covers had been pulled up over them and they were lying next to each other.

Shaun chuckled. "Last time I heard you say that was the first time we kissed."

Zach smiled a little at the memory. As terrible as he had felt the next morning, the ultimate result of that kiss had, in a manner of speaking, saved his life. "Guess I let my guard down," was all he said.

"Your guard? You let your fucking fortress fall."

"Hm," Zach said. He rolled on his side and looked down at Shaun. "Well. It all worked out in the end, right?”

Shaun laughed and lifted a hand to Zach's cheek. "That's the understatement of the year."

Zach blinked slowly, closing his eyes for a full second before opening them gently to look down at Shaun's face again. "Yeah."

"And tonight--you were just so ... carefree and comfortable."

"Shaun, sorry to tell you this, but I was able to have a good time before we got together." Zach grinned.

Shaun kept his expression serious. "No, that's not what I meant. I mean, you were carefree and comfortable with me. You held my hand and kissed me in front of Eliza without even a second thought."

Zach shrugged. "Yeah, but it's Eliza."

"Right. And how's Eliza different from anyone else?"

"Shaun, obviously it's different with Eliza than with Gabe and them. I've known those guys since—"

"Not just them, " Shaun said gently, but firmly. "It's not like you act like this in front of even my friends. And hell, you won't even hold my hand in the grocery store."

Zach frowned down at him. "Why would we hold hands in the grocery store?"

"Straight couples hold hands in the grocery store." Zach shrugged, and started to come up with a rebuttal to that, but Shaun spoke up first: "Anyways, Zach, it isn't about the grocery store. It's about the fact that clearly, you're comfortable enough in front of Eliza to not even have to think about what you and I mean to each other and what she might think of that. I'm saying it's a good thing."

Zach blinked down at him. "I hadn't really thought about it that much."

Finally, Shaun's serious expression turned into a grin and he laughed. "Well then, maybe that's a good thing. Stop thinking."

As he said those final two words, he pulled Zach down to him in a rough kiss, stabbing his tongue into Zach's mouth, who responded quickly. The sex was fast and sloppy, neither drunk enough as to interfere with their ability to bring the lovemaking to completion, but drunk enough that neither had the stamina to draw it out to a more satisfying conclusion, and as soon as both had finished, they collapsed on top of each other immediately, holding each other tight, falling into slumber quickly.

*          *            *

Zach got home from work at five o'clock on December eighteenth to find an empty apartment. He called for Cody, who had finished school two hours earlier, and called out to Shaun, who was supposed to be home with him, but no one answered. He only found the note when he went into the bedroom to change his shirt. It was lying on the bed.

            Zach,
            Dress up for a nice evening out--think fancier than the Saint Alexander Pub, but less fancy than the opera (not that we've ever been). Take your time, and make yourself real gorgeous for me (I promise to reciprocate). Then, open that Riesling that's in the fridge and pour yourself a glass or two. Relax and try not to worry: I will be there shortly.
                        Love,
                                    Shaun
P.S. And in case you don’t trust me, YES, Cody is safe and sound, and I haven't forgotten and abandoned him. He's very happy, and soon, you will be too.

Zach read the letter over three times, before looking up to the empty bedroom, and glancing around, as if he expected Shaun and Cody to jump out from some corner. This was certainly unexpected, but he hadn't exactly had any plans for the evening, so he figured he might as well comply with Shaun's requests.

He showered, then put on a black polo shirt that Shaun had complimented him on a few times, and a pair of dark blue jeans that fit him a little better than his preferred, baggier brand of pants. He knew that Shaun would appreciate the effort. He put a little product in his damp hair, and made sure that everything stayed where he wanted it. It was still before five-thirty when he figured he was as ready as he could be, so he wandered down into the kitchen, and found the bottle of Riesling that Shaun had recommended. It was a warm, pleasant evening, so he took his glass onto the porch to wait for Shaun to get home.

He had no idea what Shaun had planned, but he hoped it involved the two of them being alone together. He liked Shaun's friends, and Eliza was amazing, but it seemed like more and more, they were spending their weekends in the company of others. The thought of an evening alone with Shaun sounded pretty appealing to Zach, especially considering how long it would likely be before they got to be alone together again. Three weeks in Laguna and San Pedro, sharing a house with Gabe, seeing Jeanne and old friends didn't exactly leave them much privacy. He expected plenty of awkward situations in which he and Shaun could not act like themselves over the coming weeks, and he was not exactly looking forward to it. He tried not to think about it. He tried to take Shaun's advice and relax and not worry too much.

He was nearly finished his glass when he heard someone ringing the doorbell. Zach got up to answer it, guessing it must be someone in the building, since it wasn't the outside buzzer, and wondering who it could be.

He opened the door to find Shaun, clad in blue jeans, a white button-down shirt rolled up to his elbows, and holding a bouquet of roses. He grinned. "Hey."

Zach leaned against the doorframe, blocking Shaun's access into the apartment. "What is all this?"

"These" Shaun said, holding he roses out in front of him, "are for you."

"Thanks," Zach said, taking them. "I feel like a girl."

"Well, you don't look like one, so I think we can both stay happy."

Zach laughed and shook his head. "Seriously, what is all this about?"

"This is about me taking you out on a date."

"A date?"

"Yeah, a date. It's when two people really like each other, and they go out together, usually for dinner or a movie, or maybe both, and see if they like still like each other. If all goes well, they go on more dates to spend time together and get to know each other. It's awesome."

"Right," Zach said, rolling his eyes, "but don't you think we've kind of passed that point by now?"

"Well, you know what I realized?"

"What?"

"We've never actually been on a date before. Technically, we just kind of hopped in the sack together, you know?"

Zach laughed. "Yeah, so? We already knew each other."

"True, but this date won't be about that. This date is going to be about me taking you out for a nice evening so that we can be alone together and I can show you a little romance."

Zach smirked. "Romance?"

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

Zach's smirk faded into a tender smile. He reached out and brushed his hand over Shaun's cheek. "No, not at all. Sounds amazing, actually."

"Cool. So let's get those flowers into water, and get going."

Zach found a vase, and he put the flowers in and left them on the dining room table. "Where's Cody, by the way?" he asked as he followed Shaun out of the building and to their car.

"At Anna's. He's going to spend the night over there, and she'll drop him off at school in the morning."

"And he has all his school stuff? His backpack and everything?"

"Of course."

"And his pyjamas? And toothbrush?"

"Zach," Shaun said as they got into the car, "how about a little trust?"

Zach smiled. "All right, all right. Sorry."

They were silent until they had pulled out of the parking lot, and Zach asked, "So seriously, where are we going?"

Shaun grinned. "First, mini-putting."

Zach stared at him. "Are you kidding?"

"No way. Mini-putting is perfect for the first date."

"You told me to dress up for a nice evening out."

"Well, the dressier part comes after. Just trust me, babe."

"Hm, don't you think it's a little presumptuous of you to be calling me 'babe' on our first date?"

"Oh, sorry. And, um, is it presumptuous of me to assume I'm going to score after the first date too?"

Zach crossed his arms and shook his head. "Just keep driving."

The mini-putting place was only ten minutes away. Shaun paid for both of them. As the staff member helped them pick out putters, Zach wondered what she must think of these two grown men, out mini-putting together. To Zach, it seemed like the most obvious thing in the world that they were on a date. He figured that the girl now handing him a putter must know, but he found that he didn't really care all that much. If she did know, she didn't seem to be bothered by it, so why should he worry about it?

The course wasn't very busy. They encountered a few other groups and couples along the way: five teenagers together, a couple in their forties, a family of four, the two kids both boys between seven and ten. Zach had never been mini-putting before, but Shaun had had a fair amount of experience golfing, so he helped Zach with his stance and made fun of him when it took him seven putts at one of the easiest holes. Near the end of the course, Zach was pretty certain he would not be the next Tiger Woods, but he was having a great time.

The last hole was the typical windmill, always popular in any T.V. or movie scene at a mini-putting course. Shaun went first and got a hole in one.

Zach took his ball to the edge of the green, and put it down. He tried to position himself as Shaun had told him, but it all felt too awkward, so he started to reposition himself more comfortably.

"You're not doing what I told you," Shaun said.

Zach turned his head to look at him. "I know and I don't care. I don't like your way."

Shaun rolled his eyes and put his club down. "Come on," he said, walking up to him. He stood right behind Zach and grabbed his shoulders. "Straighten up a little," he said, then wrapped an arm around him and pushed his stomach back so that Zach bent a little at the waist, "and bend like this." Then, he slid his hands down Zach's arms, straightening them, "Keep your arms straight, and remember to just turn your head when you look where you're putting, not your whole body."

Zach was very aware of how close Shaun was, and the way his arms were practically wrapped around him. "Who taught you to golf?"

"Larry," Shaun said, not moving.

"And did he show you, just like this?"

Shaun rested his chin on Zach's shoulder. "No, not quite like this."

"Well, that's a relief." They both laughed and Zach turned his head. Their lips met for a not-so-brief kiss. Zach was trying to keep his stance, but it was too awkward, so he let the club drop and turned fully around to face Shaun. They laughed as the club fell to the ground, and wrapped their arms around each other for a better kiss.

"Uh, excuse me?"

Both men pulled quickly back from the kiss and look toward the source of the voice. It was a boy, not older than fourteen, standing a few feet away from them next to a girl, around his age. "If you two aren't going to go, can we please have our turn?"

“Sorry," Zach and Shaun mumbled, pulling fully away from each other.

"We're almost done," Zach said, feeling his face burn. He picked up his club quickly, and tapped the ball, not thinking and forgetting everything Shaun had taught him. He somehow managed to get a hole-in-one, and was happier that they could leave the green immediately than the fact that it was his best shot yet.

They walked back toward the cabin to return their clubs silently, until Shaun started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Zach asked.

"You almost got us kicked out of mini-putting."

"Me? You started it, with your weird-ass golf lessons."

Shaun was still laughing, and Zach had joined in. "You kissed me."

"You weren't complaining."

They continued to laugh as they made their way to the cabin. Shaun reached out and grabbed Zach's hand, and Zach let him thread their fingers together. He didn't even think about it as they returned their clubs to the girl at the cabin.

Shaun drove them to their next stop: a restaurant called “Alfred’s.” Zach had never been to the place, or even heard of it, but he liked it right away. It was tastefully decorated without being pretentious, it was kind of classy without making Zach feel out of place, and the menu had ribs on it, Zach’s favorite. Shaun ordered a steak for himself and a bottle of wine for them to share.

"Don't forget, one of us has to drive home," Zach said when the waiter had left.

"I know, and it'll be me. You can have a larger share of the wine." Shaun smiled.

"Oh, I see how it is. You're trying to get me drunk."

"Damn, you caught me. All of this is a ruse to get you plastered."

"Yeah? And why would you want that?"

Shaun leaned forward, a small smile curving the right side of his mouth. "I'll tell you," he said in a low voice, "but you probably shouldn't spread it around. People will talk."

Zach leaned in toward him, raising his eyebrows expectantly. "All right, what's this big secret?"

"Well, when you're drunk? You're kind of a sure thing, if you catch my drift."

Zach smirked. "Oh yeah? Well, I've got a secret to tell you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Zach paused for effect, then leaned in even closer to Shaun and slid his hand over his knee under the table. "With you, I'm always a sure thing." Although he was the one saying it, Zach felt butterflies in his chest and a little weak in the knees as seductive the words left his lips, and even more so when Shaun's playful smile turned serious and intense.

They spent the rest of their meal talking about unimportant things, touching each other every chance they got, and flirting playfully. A little voice in the back of Zach's head tried to remind him that he was in a public place and that he should be cool, but the more he ignored it, the more it faded away. Shaun had said that he wanted to show him some romance, and he was certainly true to his word. Zach had never been one for that mushy, fake, Hollywood ideal of True Love, but he couldn't help himself from blushing when Shaun complimented him, or from murmuring private little sexual innuendos to him. He couldn't take his eyes off of Shaun, mesmerized by the way the candlelight danced and flickered on the cords of his neck and the planes of his face. He couldn't wait until they got home, but at the same time, he was enjoying every moment of this, their first date.

As they were leaving the restaurant and walking back toward their car, Shaun suggested they get a coffee somewhere, but Zach grabbed Shaun's hand, stopping him, and pulling their bodies together. He shook his head. "I just want you to take me home."

Shaun's eyes glazed over, and all he managed was a quick nod, a squeeze of Zach's hip. He led them quickly to the car and they were home in less than fifteen minutes. As soon as the door shut behind them, Zach threw himself into Shaun's arms. They kissed deeply, biting, nipping, and all but devouring each other as they stumbled toward their bedroom. They paused only to strip, and then they fell onto the bed together. Zach wrapped his legs around Shaun's waist as he leaned over him. They kissed and they moved against each other, hands grabbing and stroking and squeezing. Shaun kissed down Zach's chin, along his neck, kissed down the side of it, and then suddenly began to suck, causing Zach to cry out as the sensation jolted through him.

And then, just as suddenly, Shaun stopped. He pulled himself off of Zach. "I'll be right back," he said, leaving the room, and ignoring Zach's groan of frustration.

Shaun returned a moment later. Zach could make out his silhouette as he reentered the room, and could see he was holding something. The sound of a flicking, and suddenly a small, bright flame appeared in front of Shaun. Zach watched him as he proceeded to light the candles that were in various corners of the room. The candles were usually just there for decoration--they rarely lit them--but Zach always liked the way their bodies looked in the candlelight. As the room brightened a little, Zach could see what else Shaun was holding: one of the red roses from the bouquet Shaun had given him.

Shaun returned to the bed and kneeled above Zach. "I believe I promised you romance," Shaun said, "and so romance ye shall receive."

"What are you doing with that?" Zach asked. "It looks thorny."

Shaun smiled. "I promise to use it properly."

He lowered the soft, red blossom of he rose to Zach's forehead, and started to slide it gently down Zach's face, along his jaw, down his neck, back up it again, and then down along his chest. As the rose had touched his face, Zach closed his eyes, but then when Shaun began to run it over his left nipple, he whispered, "Look at me."

Zach's eyes immediately flew open, as though he couldn't help but obey the command. He looked up at Shaun, kneeling above him, staring down at him. Their eyes locked, and Zach couldn't tear his gaze away. As Shaun continued to run the rose slowly, gently over every part of his body, Zach forced himself not to move, somehow knowing that he shouldn't. Part of him was frustrated, wanting to grab Shaun and pull him down on top of him so that every part of their bodies could touch and they could fit together perfectly, as they always did--the light touch of the rose wasn't enough, he needed more. But another part of him was excited and floating in an ocean of pleasure. Shaun didn't allow the rose to touch Zach's painfully hard cock, but to Zach, it felt like every inch of his skin was alive and just as sensitive as his dick.

After what felt like an eternity, Shaun finally threw the rose to the side of the room. He stared at Zach a moment longer, and then stretched out to lie on his stomach at Zach's feet. His hands slid around Zach's ankles, still only allowing the lightest of touches, and then his lips kissed every one of Zach's toes. Shaun kissed up his legs, taking an extra moment at the sides of Zach's ankles, behind his knees, and at the crease of his pelvis. Finally, his head was above Zach's cock, but he didn't move. He met Zach's eyes, and Zach thought he would come right then, just from the way he was looking at him.

At last, Shaun ran his tongue up the length of Zach's erection. He worked slowly and steadily, not giving Zach too much, but drawing out his pleasure, intensifying it even more. After a while, he kissed his way up Zach's chest, and their lips met again. Their kisses now were slow, deep, and wet. Their lips and tongues slid against each other. Zach turned so that both of them were on their sides, facing each other. He used his free hand to touch Shaun, sliding over his chest, flicking his nipples, gliding down his side, wrapping around his ass, giving it a squeeze, and sneaking back in front. He cupped Shaun's balls, then squeezed them gently, letting the heel of his hand slide over them. He took the head of Shaun's penis into his hand and slid his hand down its length. He was slow, almost casual with his ministrations, trying out different things, making it clear that he was in no rush.

Nevertheless, he could feel Shaun's heart speed up against his chest. "Fuck me," Shaun said in his ear, and it went straight to Zach's dick. He let out a little moan before he took his hand from Shaun's cock and looked at him for a moment, before leaning over toward Shaun's nightstand where they kept the lube in the drawer. He pulled it out, then maneuvered himself into a sitting position as he fumbled to get the top open. Suddenly, Shaun was behind him, kissing the back of his neck, running his tongue along the outline of the tattoo there. Zach tilted his head back to meet Shaun's lips, and then turned his whole body so that they were sitting facing each other. Shaun grabbed the tube from Zach's hand and took over the job of covering Zach's cock in the slick stuff as they continued to kiss.

"Turn around," Zach said as he took Shaun's shoulders. He took the lube and squeezed a little onto his fingers. Shaun leaned forward and grabbed the headboard and spread his legs a little. Zach paused for a moment and took a deep breath, partly to calm himself, partly to gaze in wonder at the sight of Shaun's body before him, open and ready.

Zach walked toward him on his knees, and pressed his body against Shaun's, covering his back with his chest. He nibbled at Shaun's ear as he slid his hand between Shaun's thighs. He touched Shaun's hole with one of his slicked up fingers. He massaged around the opening, feeling it loosen almost immediately, before sliding inside. He didn't wait long before slipping the next finger in, opening Shaun, preparing and pleasuring him.

"Ready?" Zach murmured, pulling his fingers slowly out of Shaun.

"Fuck, yeah."

Zach straightened up and pressed his dick against Shaun's crack. He took a deep breath and let it out as he pushed inside. He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing every bit of mental power he could summon to not come. But oh, the heat, the tightness, the beautiful, glorious sensation of this man he loved pulling him in. When Zach was completely buried, Shaun let out a moan, and Zach ran his fingernails down Shaun's back, feeling bliss from the experience of being fully inside Shaun, but wanting more, to be even closer to him. The first few thrusts were slow, a little tentative, until Shaun said, "Harder, babe," and Zach complied. He thrust in and out of Shaun more quickly, more forcefully, and the room and the candles and the bed all fell away until it was only them, creating this beautiful, powerful energy. With a groan, Shaun pushed himself up onto his knees, and Zach wrapped his arm around his chest as their bodies came together, flesh on flesh. Shaun tilted his head back and they were suddenly kissing, drawing each other in, closer, always wanting more.

Zach lowered his hand to Shaun's cock and began to stroke it, his slick hand sliding easily on the hard pole. Shaun released Zach's lips with a groan and let his head fall back on Zach's shoulder. Zach increased his pace and the force of his thrusts, losing himself in the blissful feelings.

Shaun came moments before Zach, falling forward as he released, allowing Zach better access to finish as well, pumping himself into Shaun's quivering body. They fell onto the bed together, breathing heavily, arms and legs thrown haphazardly over each other.
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"Holy shit," Shaun mumbled.

"What's wrong? Did I wear you out, old man?"

Shaun chuckled. "You know, you just might have."

"Well, you better get a second wind, because I want you to take me for a ride next."

"Oh yeah? God, to be twenty-two again ..."

"Hey." Zach poked at Shaun's stomach. "I'm serious. I'm not even close to finished with you yet."

Shaun raised himself up on one elbow and looked down at Zach. "All right, why don't you show me what you've got?"

And Zach didn't need anymore invitation than that.

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