A/N: Self explanatory really – the smutty bit after Zach gets home in chapter 10. enjoy…
Zach can't remember the last time he walked home so fast, his breath coming in uneven bursts as he practically ran up the hill toward the apartment. They hadn't had sex since before he went to see Jeanne, and it felt like an eternity.
He covers the ground in long strides, ignoring the burn in the backs of his calves as he moves closer and closer to the apartment.
His phone buzzes; he looks at it and grins when he sees a message from Shaun; Whenever you're ready, babe…x
He makes the five minute journey in three and a half minutes, keys ready as he takes the stairs two at a time. Just as he reaches the top Shaun opens the door, his face slightly flushed and the top button of his jeans undone, the black of his underwear just peeking through under his t-shirt. His eyes eat Zach up hungrily, and he holds his hand out.
Zach grabs it and Shaun pulls him through the door, pushing it closed behind him and pinning Zach up against the wood, his breath hot against his ear.
"I love it when you get all assertive, it's so hot."
Zach squirms, suddenly way too hot in his sweater and cargo pants. Shaun does that thing with the tip of his nose down the sensitive skin of Zach's neck, and he curls his hands around the back of Shaun's neck, pulling him even closer.
"Get the clothes off." Zach breathes roughly, and Shaun grunts longingly, his eyes bright.
"Yes sir!"
Zach walks through to the bedroom, yanking off his clothes and tossing them on the floor, until he's sat, wearing just his underpants, leaning back on his hands as he watches Shaun walk in. His body is still shaped by the trips he makes to the gym three times a week, and the low-fat, low-carb diet he insists on. At this point in time all Zach wants to do is to lie him down while he runs his lips slowly down the centre of his body, while Shaun moans beneath him.
"Zach?" comes Shaun's husky voice, and Zach blinks once, looking up into his flushed face.
"C'mere, now."
Shaun doesn't need telling again, and walks over to Zach, by now completely naked. Zach grips his lip so tightly between his teeth he can almost taste blood as he reaches out one hand tentatively to touch the skin stretched over his hipbone. Shaun inhales sharply at the contact and just stands, breathing heavily as Zach maps the outline of his body with his fingertips. His throat feels as dry as sandpaper suddenly, and the heat seems to roll off his body in waves.
"Where do you want me?" Shaun asks, and Zach almost laughs, because honestly? He wants him everywhere. He wants him inside him, filling him, and wants to be the one making Shaun moan. Zach wants him soft and pliant below him, and rough and ready above him. He wants him on his hands and knees, and tied up to the bed frame. He knows he may never say these things to Shaun, but just the thought of them makes him hard enough to come right there and then.
"Lie down." He breathes, and Shaun moves to get on the bed, settling himself down, eyes once more connecting with Zach's. Zach twists round until he's on his hands and knees, hands slightly shaky at sight of Shaun lying there, coming undone rapidly, because of him.
Zach never gets why he's desirable. He doesn't understand why Shaun chose him, or why Tori always kept coming back to him when he treated her carelessly. He struggles with the idea of being worthy of all the love and kindness he gets from other people. He knows he's changed since he moved to LA, but maybe it's for the better. He doesn't feel so angry anymore, there's no crappy life to hate, or dead end job to look forward to. In it's place is a guy who, for whatever reason, loves him, a happy, healthy kid who's flourishing beautifully, a course doing what he loves, and the lack of a constant fear about money.
"Zach, come back to me babe." Shaun murmurs, and Zach realises he's been a million miles away again. He wastes no time moving to straddle Shaun, and bringing his hands to pin above his head while he bruises his mouth with searing kisses.
"I want you all the fucking time Shaun, you drive me crazy! And I know I don't say it enough, but I just…" with that Zach's hips grind down of their own accord and Shaun sighs pleasurably.
"I love this taking charge thing you got going on," he whispers into Zach's lips, and thrusts back against him. Zach almost chokes at the friction, and pulls back quickly.
"Get on your hands and knees."
Shaun looks at him for a moment and rolls over, raising himself up with his head toward the pillow. Zach fumbles the lube out of the drawer and squeezes some out, coating himself with it and running his hand down Shaun's lower back. Shaun shudders and spreads his legs wider.
"Tell me if I hurt you." Zach says, and gently runs one finger over Shaun's opening, gasping when Shaun pushes back, driving Zach in up to his second knuckle.
"Shaun."
He tries two fingers, twisting and curling them inside him, until Shaun looks round at him, and his face says it all. With a moan Zach lines himself up and slowly pushes up against him, holding onto his hips to steady himself. Shaun shifts around until he's in all the way, and they just hold that position for a few seconds, getting used to the feel of each other again.
"Come on, give me all you got!" Shaun gasps, and Zach lets out a half crazed choking laugh and starts moving his hips backward and forward steadily.
When he feels close, Zach bends slightly, so his chest meets the sweat coated skin of Shaun's back. Reaching round for Shaun's dick, he grips it tightly and jerks downward firmly. Shaun clenches his fists into the covers and lets out a low, guttural sound that goes straight to Zach's head, and before he realises it he's coming, eyes closed as he claws at the side of Shaun's torso, hand still jerking him off wildly, reaching the point of over-sensitivity when Shaun comes over his hand and the sheets.
He slides out, hands shaking, and collapses back onto the bed next to Shaun, who drags him closer and manoeuvres the covers over them, humming in satisfaction as Zach drifts off to sleep.