The insert for Chapter 12…
Zach rolls his eyes,
"You are so corny."
"Mm-hmm, that's why you love me." Zach looks at him with an eyebrow raised.
"I think it's actually because you give great head."
"You are so vulgar." Shaun murmurs, pulling gently on Zach's forearms until he's practically sitting on his lap.
"What is this?" Zach says, gesturing to their awkward position. Shaun shrugs and looks at Zach with that expression that just seems to get his dick hard and his heart thumping like a gong.
"You know," Shaun says softly, running a hand down the skin of his arm softly, "it isn't long before we're gonna be tied together for life. Which means," he continues, pulling Zach fully onto his lap, "that I can do this," he says, pulling on the skin of Zach's neck with his teeth, "as much as I want, for as long as we're both still living."
"Even when we're old and gross?"
"Even then, I promise."
Zach moves his hands up to Shaun's cheeks, running the palms over the shadow of stubble peeking through the skin. Tilting his head upward, he leans down to press a kiss to Shaun's lips. Making one of the noises that make Zach blush, Shaun moves them round, Zach slipping from his lap to the bed, wriggling across to make room. Shaun reaches across and traces his hand down the line of the inside of Zach's thigh, hand moving under the fabric of his shorts. Zach shudders, hands fisting in the sheets as he tries to think of something other than how freaking amazing this feels.
"Are you alright babe?" Shaun says, looking at Zach with his bright eyes and lightly flushed cheeks.
"You look beautiful." Zach blurts out, face colouring as he realises what he's said. Endearments never roll off his tongue easily, and his inability to accept a compliment is one of the only things about him that Shaun doesn't understand.
"So do you."
Shaun keeps eye contact as he reaches over Zach to pull his shorts down over his legs. Zach smiles a little, but there's still the shy, unsure kid lurking at the back of his eyes.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah. Just not used to the whole strip show thing." Shaun snorts and throws the shorts onto the floor, moving up the bed toward him.
"Hey, lose the shirt already."
Zach laughs and shrugs out of the t-shirt, laying back on the bed and stretching, a yawn appearing out of nowhere
"Not tired, huh?" Shaun says, coming to lie next to him, running one warm hand down his torso lightly.
"I'm just relaxed, that's all. Don't worry, I'll still put out."
Shaun trails his hand lower and lower, hand feeling the shape of Zach through his boxers as he murmurs
"I sure hope so."
It's strange; Zach feels as though he's on the edge of sleep as Shaun maps his body with his fingers and tongue, all so beautifully gentle and soothing that it seems like any moment he'll lose his weak grip on consciousness and just drift away.
Shaun drinks in the sight of Zach's body, rippling and pulsing with breath and twitching whenever he feels something particularly pleasurable. The only sounds that fill the room are the gentle sigh of breathing, the rustle of skin against fabric and the faraway hum of traffic. Shaun can't remember the last time they had a chance to be so mellow.
Somewhere in between the sound of barking from the dog down the street and the rustling of the trees, Shaun ends up on top, holding his weight on his arms as he and Zach move together wordlessly. Zach can't be sure if he is even awake, but the feelings he's getting as Shaun moves above him, using lips, fingers and even his tongue, make him feel like he's not even on this planet.
"Hey, stay with me babe," Shaun murmurs, and Zach drags open his eyes to meet Shaun's. He smiles, and pulls his legs apart a little wider, feeling Shaun circle, stroke and open, before gently, smoothly sliding into him, his mouth open against Zach's shoulder to contain his inhale of breath.
Zach wraps his arms about Shaun's waist, moving his ankles to wrap about the tops of his legs.
"I love you." He breathes, and Shaun murmurs it back to him as he moves inside him.
Zach tips his head back, mouth opening in a wordless moan as he reaches a sleepy, gentle orgasm, fingers tightening in the flesh of Shaun's broad shoulders.
Shaun groans quietly as he feels Zach tighten about him, and gently bites down on the skin of Zach's neck as he comes, feeling like there is no way on this earth that he could ever be pulled away from him, because Zach and Cody have buried themselves so deeply in his heart that he would never survive without them.
When he slides out Zach lies, head tipped to one side, arm up, the ink of his tattoo mottled by the shadows in the room. Shaun curls about him and pulls the cover up to shelter them both. With the sounds of distant traffic and Zach's breathing steady in his ears, he drifts off to sleep.