Feeling Good
Category: MoviesShelter
Characters: Shaun/Zach
Summary: A series of drabbles wrote to my ipod on shuffle. Shaun's point of view to the events in shelter. First Movie Fic and Shelter Fic. R&R. (Warning! Slash!)
Rating: T
Author's Note: Despite the gorgeous plot and characters of Shelter, I did not create them. If I had there would have been a sequel! Here we go!
1. Feeling Good- Muse
In the space of one night, my whole life had changed. He was beautiful and such a wonderful person. He was the guy that always had a Girl on his arm and messed about with his mates. Namely my brother. I'd always been the older, more left out one. I didn't even know he knew I existed. But he did and more than that, he was interested in me and I was Feeling Good.
2. Love- Matt White
The way his lips pressed against mine drove me wild. I felt the need him and went with him. When we reached the bed, his hands grabbed onto me and never let me go for a moment. I looked into his eyes searching for any signs that he regretted what we were doing. I found nothing but trust in his eyes with a sideline of something that I couldn't identify. Was it love?
3. Mad World- Tears For Fears
My thoughts swam as his lips were on mine, his tongue tasted so great and so natural that I mourned its loss when he started to kiss and nip at my neck. I let out a moan and flipped us over gently. I pushed my hips into his and watched him throw his head to the side. I trailed a hand down his naked torso and pressed my lips to his chest, tasting sweat and the sweet perfume that was him. I was intoxicated by this man and never in a million years, I never believed we'd be here.
4. My Soul Pleads For You- Simon Webbe
That morning I woke up by his side. The sunlight fell across his body and the white cover that briefly covered his lower half. I leant up and settled facing his back. I traced the soft curves of his back and watched him stir softly in his sleep. I wondered what he was dreaming of in his sleep. I hoped it was me. I hoped that he was mine and in turn I was his.
5. I Know Him So Well- John Barrowman
((A.N This is the FIRST kiss scene))
My lips touched his softly and kissed him delicately, waiting for him to push me away and tell me I was being stupid, but it never happened. His lips responded to mine and soon we pulled away. Maybe it was the beer, that we had consumed that night or the need for physical comfort but we seemed to lay closer together on the daybed and we were soon asleep.
As I woke up in the morning, I knew he wasn't going to be there. Why didn't I play this differently? But wasn't it good? Isn't it madness that he can't be mine? Why am I falling apart over him?