Welcome to the insert for Chapter 4 – the 'dirty' bit…

Just before you start, I have to let you know this is my first time writing smut, so please be kind

This follows on from the first section of the main body of the chapter (in the 'T' rated bit)

Shaun drops his bag in the hall with a groan and stretches his arms out to the side, feeling the dormant muscles extend and warm. He rubs at a crick in the back of his neck and goes in search of food. Zach's voice floats out to him as he pulls Cody's coat on and makes him promise to behave at the park with Danny and his mom. Cody promises solemnly and when the bell rings he walks calmly to the door and opens it. Shaun snickers quietly through a mouthful of chips when he hears Zach tell Danny's mom that he doesn't have to be back at any certain time, and gives her ten dollars for his lunch and a candy bar.

With the door shut Zach presses his back against the wood and leans his head back, exhaling loudly. With the house quiet and just he and Shaun there, the need that's been smothering him for weeks comes pulsing to the surface.

Zach walks to the kitchen and leans against the doorframe, just taking in the sight of Shaun chewing contentedly on a mouthful of chips, eyes closed.

"Shaun." He opens one eye and swivels it to Zach.

"Yeah?" Zach doesn't know what to say to properly get across what is on his mind. So he walks over and just stands next to him against the worktop, leaning his body weight against his. Shaun puts the bag down, wipes his hands on the dishcloth hanging over the tap and takes his time drying off each finger on the towel, locking into eye contact with Zach. The atmosphere is thick with something he can't quite describe, and the look on Zach's face is almost blank, but his eyes are just so…hot.

Shaun places the towel on the side and stands so close in front of Zach that their bodies are almost touching. He reaches out one hand and runs his knuckles down the side of Zach's face, relishing in the temperature of his skin and the smell of him. He'd kept an image of him like this fixed securely in his mind while he was away, and the thought of how he'd needed him whilst he was alone in his hotel flashes hotly through his mind. He clamps his teeth together and brings his palm to rest against Zach's neck, his thumb covering the vulnerable pulse point with the pounding blood rhythm that is just so him.

"I…missed you." Zach says, unable to meet his eye, murmuring bashfully. Shaun swallows heavily and reaches his other arm around to his back, resting in the curve of his spine.

"I love you, Zach." Zach finally moves his eyes upward to look at him square in the face, and runs his hand along the fabric of Shaun's heavy wool jumper, tugging at it to move him closer still.

"I… if you're still hungry I can make you a sandwich…or something."

"Forget the sandwich."

When Zach finally crashes his lips into Shaun's, it feels almost like the first time they ever kissed. Shaun runs his tongue along the sweet skin on the inside of Zach's mouth while he bites down on Shaun's bottom lip. Shaun pulls the sweater off over his head and drops it to the floor, and Zach's frantic hands inch his t-shirt upward, moaning at the feeling of skin-on-skin contact.

"Come on," he rasps, and links their fingers, drawing him out of the kitchen and toward the bedroom.

The curtains are still drawn from earlier, lending a hazy tint to the wintery light leaking in through the window. Shaun kicks the door shut with his foot and roughly draws Zach to him again.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you." He whispers into his mouth, and Zach's grip on his hands tighten.

"It's been so…shitty without you." Zach replies, and they both laugh a little at the bluntness of the statement, before Shaun tips his head back and kisses the angle of his jaw. Before he can stop it Zach's body pushes forward, and his growing hardness brushes against Shaun's. He gasps and half guides-half pushes Zach toward the bed, sitting down and guiding Zach to straddle him.

"Jesus, I want you so much," he murmurs, running his hands along the raised vertebrae of Zach's back, breathing in the smell of the crook of his neck. Zach runs his fingers through the thick brown hair swept messily across Shaun's head, and pulls firmly at the back to move his head back to a position where he can lean down and kiss him long and slow.

However, long and slow don't always cut it, and Zach pulls back from him, pulling his shirt over his head before tossing it blindly across the room, where it lands limply over a chair. Shaun moves his lips to the tanned skin of his chest, and he traces the outline of his muscles with the very tip of his tongue, tasting faintly the washing powder the sheets were cleaned with and a hint of paint.

Zach uses both hands to firmly press Shaun back into the bed, where he lies, pupils dilated, breathing heavily and staring up at Zach. Shakily he undoes the belt of Shaun's jeans and flicks the button through the hole, before laying his hands on the zip and drawing it slowly down.

The shape of Shaun in the black boxers makes him bite his lower lip, and Zach lays his hand on him, pushing down with the heel of his hand, curling his fingers about his length. Shaun groans and bucks upward, hands clutching at the bed clothes about him, forearms straining.

"Please," he murmurs, and Zach hooks his fingers over the waistband of the jeans and pulls them down, brushing his hands purposely over the curve of Shaun's ass as he guides them the length of his legs. Once they are dropped on the floor he removes his pants in record time and clambers on top of Shaun, bracing his knees on either side of his thighs as he rests his weight on his elbows.

He begins grinding his hips downward, getting off on the grunts, moans and sighs slipping from Shaun's mouth. He'd never say it, but he loves that Shaun is so vocal; it's the hottest thing in the world to know that it's him making him feel so good.

Shaun moves one hand to rest on Zach's ass, and slips it up the leg of his boxer shorts, digging his fingertips into the curve inching slowly across the cheek, before rubbing softly against the cleft.

Zach gasps and stiffens momentarily before inching his knees further apart to give Shaun better access.

"Hey, if you don't want this it's ok," Shaun says, stilling his hands and rubbing soothingly up and down the skin of his leg. Zach shakes his head and murmurs that he does want it, but this position isn't easy. Shaun laughs quietly and rolls him over, before getting off the bed, shucking his t-shirt and pulling off his boxers so he stood, completely naked in front of him. Zach stares at him with such want and hunger that it's all Shaun can do to not bend him over right then and there.

"C'mere," Zach breathes, and Shaun climbs back on the bed and lies down on his side next to him.

For a few moments they just touch, hands becoming reacquainted with the shapes and planes of each others bodies. Shaun reaches over to the drawer on his side of the bed and pulls out their supplies. Zach reflexively spreads his legs again, reaching for the tube Shaun holds, and frowns when he doesn't let go of it.

"What's the matter?" Shaun just leans in, kisses him deeply and takes one of his hands, drawing it round to his back. Zach's eyes widen, and the look on his face asks are you sure?

Shaun has never been so sure of anything in his life. It isn't that they haven't done it this way before, but the amount of times it's happened can be fitted on one hand, and it just doesn't get brought up very often.

Zach squeezes some of the liquid onto his fingers and lets it warm a little before he pulls one of Shaun's knees up to cross over his hip, and moves his fingers toward Shaun's hole.

Shaun's eyes widen slightly at his touch, but he continues to lay there, head coming to rest on Zach's shoulder, his free arm tucked between them, splayed against Zach's chest.

Zach circles and opens, going as slowly as he can manage. His own erection is almost painful at the thought of what's coming up, and he swallows thickly when he gently pushes in up to his second knuckle. Shaun sighs and pushes back, mouth moving against Zach's neck as he murmurs for more. Zach adds another finger and moves them in and out, tips curling to find the tiny spot that would completely undo Shaun. He concentrates hard, smiling to himself when Shaun jerks beneath him, moving his mouth up for a kiss.

They lie like this for a while, clinging to each other, until Shaun gently removes Zach's fingers and rolls on to his back, drawing his knees up in preparation. Zach somewhat hesitantly moves to kneel between his legs, looking into Shaun's eyes for confirmation and reassurance. Shaun nods imperceptibly and uses his ankles and heels to draw him in until he presses against Shaun's entrance.

Zach fumbles the condom on and rolls it down, hands unsteady, before resting his weight above him and pushing gradually. Shaun makes a sort of strangled moan and tilts his head back, arms gripping hard onto Zach's biceps. They hold the position for a while until Shaun shifts below him.

"Please Zach, you gotta move. It's alright, I promise…"

Zach doesn't need anymore encouragement and starts a steady rhythm; sweat breaking out on his forehead as he pulls out then pushes back in. All the longing and the sadness and anxiety go into those thrusts and he lets his head droop and breathing get more ragged as he loses himself in Shaun's body.

"Babe," Shaun manages to say, and the sound of his voice so thick with love and drugged up with lust drives Zach wild. He picks up the pace and pounds into him over and over and over until he feels everything rushing down through his belly and he fists his hands and buries his head in the warmth and comfort of Shaun's neck, groaning his release.

Shaun grips onto him tightly, and is so precariously close that when he feels Zach tense, and his hand move between them to raggedly jerk him off he moans Zach's name before exploding between them.

They lie in the aftermath, Shaun's hand flung about Zach's neck while they recover.

Eventually Zach shifts and he grabs the lip of the condom, drawing out with a sigh. He ties it up and throws it into the waste basket next to the bed before collapsing back on to the pillows, inching close to Shaun and just basking in their shared heat.

Shaun smiles sleepily and foggily reaches for a handful of tissues from the bedside table, wiping off as much of the semen as he can before manoeuvring the covers from underneath them and tugging them up over their sated bodies.

Please now switch back to the main body of the story, where there is an indicator as to where you should read from. I hope you feel I did this justice!