A/N; Guys, I'm sorry, I just read the version of this on the website and realised I uploaded another, unfinished version! I'm so sorry. I hope this makes more sense.
Zach tries to distract himself by unpacking his bag – placing the unworn clothes back in the drawers and closet and throwing dirty ones in the basket. He wipes up a drop of water left behind by his bottle and twitches the curtains shut properly. He can hear the sounds of Shaun brushing his teeth, splashing water on his face and the click of the tube of moisturiser he teases him about.
Zach pulls down his shorts and slips into bed still wearing his boxers, sighing quietly at the feel of cool sheets against his skin. Shaun wanders back into the room a moment later, shucking his shirt straight into the basket and slipping off the jeans into a pile on the floor.
Zach has turned down the cover of the bed before Shaun even gets there, and without needing to utter a word Shaun falls into the space created by Zach's arms, dragging their bodies so close it feels like they're breathing the same air.
Zach buries his head into the soft dip of skin between neck and shoulder and mentally sends an apology to Shaun for everything; for how he acted at the party, for depending on him as much as he does, and for saying those horrible words at Tori's place.
Shaun tightens his arms about Zach's waist and tries to put into words what he's feeling. Normally so good with words, he finds himself at a complete loss, and continues to hold Zach, frustration at his inability to express himself building. He kisses him firmly, running his tongue over beautifully shaped, pouting lips, and can't believe how much he wants to fuck him. Not to 'make love', just a hot, passionate, animalistic fuck, where one or both of them will come screaming.
They sit like this for a while, wrapped around each other, until Shaun snaps.
"I've had enough of this," he snarls, and rolls onto his knees, hands moving Zach down the bed until he's lying on his back.
When Shaun is crouched over Zach, body covering his, it feels like that night; Zach turning up to the house after weeks of unresolved sexual tension, attacking Shaun desperately as soon as the door was opened, dragging him upstairs and lying down, like this, needing so badly to be loved and wanted. That's certainly something that's never changed, and right now Shaun doesn't think he's ever wanted, no, needed, anything as badly as he needs this. With another noise at the back of his throat he moves to lie half draped over Zach, the length of one forearm pressed against his sternum, ensuring he is immobile. His free hand drifts the length of Zach's torso, the backs of his nails digging in, and for a second he hopes there will be long red marks left in the morning, so everytime Zach sees them he'll remember this.
At the feel of his touch Zach strains his head up, trying to meet Shaun's lips, and swearing under his breath when his shoulders are pressed down hard, hitting the bed with a soft thump.
Zach doesn't remember how it got as aggressive as it did. One minute they were just kissing, and Shaun was doing that thing that drives him crazy with his nails, and the next they are struggling for control, fingers dragging, teeth no longer just nipping; muscles tense against the body of the other. All of the anger and the tension from the stupid party and stupid Steven comes bubbling to the surface, and Shaun feels like he's fucking his way through their semi-break up/engagement. When he holds Zach's legs apart he knows he's gripping the flesh too hard, but can't seem to let go. When Zach brushes his teeth across Shaun's neck he finds the spot where his blood pounds and catches it between his teeth, tugging at it until Shaun hisses and flinches away.
Shaun's eyes glitter with a kind of wildness Zach hasn't seen in a long time, and even as he grows impossibly hard, Zach can't help a feeling of apprehension as Shaun moves above him. Shaun looks at him, eyes bright, chest heaving, hands reaching, and nearly chokes with the strength of feeling running through him.
Zach traces the line of Shaun's tattoo with his fingertips. He can feel the atmosphere between them, and knows this isn't going to be soft, or gentle. He doesn't care that it's going to hurt like hell; he doesn't care that he'll look like shit in the morning, because all he needs is right here, sitting between his thighs, staring at him. With a flash of irrational guilt Zach thinks that he never looked at Tori like this, in all the time they were together, and somehow that guilt and shame adds to the fire, and suddenly he's hissing at Shaun to just fucking do it already.
Shaun climbs off and reaches for the drawer in the bedside table, ripping a condom packet off the roll and throwing the lube back onto the bed. His mouth is suddenly rather dry as he fumbles open the condom packet and tries to roll it on quickly, hissing in irritation when he drops it and has to scrabble about between the covers for it. Zach's hand on the back of his shoulder forces him to breathe properly, and he laughs softly, nervously, as he tries again. He rolls it on and reaches for Zach's legs, to pull them up onto his shoulders, but Zach wrestles his way from around Shaun and kneels up, kissing Shaun so hard he thinks he can taste blood, before rolling him onto his back and swinging his leg over so he's straddling his prone figure.
He grabs the tube from the bed and squeezes some out onto his fingers before taking a seemingly eternal amount of time to prepare himself; watching Shaun's pupils dilate to the size of saucers. Testing out his knees, Zach bends a little, so the tip of Shaun's dick just presses lightly against him. Shaun instantly goes still, eyes drifting shut and jaw clamped tightly, fingers bunching the covers as he exhales throughout his nose.
Zach nearly gasps when he sinks all the way down, steadying himself by resting his hands on the bones of Shaun's pelvis. Shaun's eyes pop open and he moans, staring into Zach's eyes as he slowly starts to move up and down.
It's times like this Zach wonders how he ever even doubted his feelings for Shaun before all of this. Even when he lay in bed and used to get hard just thinking about him, he told himself that it was just him confusing friendship with something more. Kind of a hero-worship thing, he thought.
But now, with Shaun pressed all the way inside of his, his thumb pressed against the head of Zach's dick, Zach knows this is exactly where he wants to be, always.
Shaun grinds his head backward into the pillow, moving one hand to Zach's waist to pull him down further, to bury himself deeper inside him.
And all at once it's too much; too sensitive, too amazing, too emotional, and he can barely manage to gasp an anguished Zach before he's coming, body bucking with such force Zach has to grip his hips tighter to avoid being bucked off altogether. Shaun's hand carries on raggedly jerking him off, and it isn't long before his eyes open wide and his mouth twists and he's tipped over the edge himself.
Shakily, Zach kneels up, wincing at the feeling loss as Shaun slips from him and collapses in a broken heap half on, half off Shaun's trembling body.
"I love you so fuckin' much." Shaun breathes, and loops an arm about Zach's waist, kissing him weakly on top of his head. Zach doesn't trust himself to speak, so just nods and curls his legs up to surround Shaun's, exhaustion lapping at the corners of his mind.