Fic: way down there, Shelter (NC-17)
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apocalypsosTitle: way down there
Fandom: Shelter
Pairing: Shaun/Zach/Gabe
Rating: NC-17
They wake up wrapped up in the sheets, the room reeking of sex and beer and what Zach thinks with cloudy suspicion just might be vomit. And this is nothing new, waking up curled up next to Shaun with his face tucked up under Shaun's chin. This ... this is everything, everything he's known and grown used to over the past six years, except there's an extra leg thrown over his and Shaun's tangled ones, the clammy warmth of someone else's morning breath on his shoulder.
He groans, mutters, “Oh,fuck,” and is suddenly grateful Cody's at basketball camp right now, possibly not in that order.
And that's when Shaun wakes up, because that's what he does, hear Zach's voice and perks up and can't go back to sleep after that. There's a speck of dark green paint on his cheek, and bits and pieces of last night bleed into Zach's memory at that. Zach pressed back against one of the tables in his studio behind the house, Shaun on his knees sucking him in that sure and lazy way of his, hands sliding past the waistband of his loosened jeans to cup his ass and pull him closer. That much, Zach remembers.
That, and a stranger's mouth on his, eager but restrained, tasting like Corona and Juicy Fruit.
Zach tries to ignore whoever's behind him for now, focuses on the here and now and always of Shaun naked underneath him. “Babe,” he says all groggy and quiet, nuzzles underneath Shaun's chin and resists the urge to yawn. “Shaun, you gotta get up.”
“Gotta what?” Shaun says. His hand slides absently down Zach's chest, drifting down to his cock, and Zach remembers that, too, Shaun's hand on him, Shaun's hands always on him. He remembers Shaun riding deep in his ass, thrusting until every stroke against his prostate made Zach tremble underneath him, and someone in the chair by the window watching, eyes wide and curious, a loose hand stripping his cock as he watched Shaun and Zack fuck on the bed.
“Shaun,” Zach says, louder this time, and the guy behind him starts sucking on his neck, and Shaun just kinda starts and says, “Oh,” in this weird tone of voice.
They don't bring other guys in. They just ... this isn't their deal. It's just the three of them, Shaun and Zach and Cody, and the wide writhing ocean only a few blocks from home maybe counts as a fourth. They raise a kid in this house and they don't do this. They make love all the time, slow comfortable sex in the bedroom, quick hot fucks in Shaun's office or Zach's studio in the back or that one memorable time in the fucking laundry room. But they're practically goddamn parents and they don't --
The guy behind Zach grumbles something in the heat-damp skin at the nape of his neck, and Zach feels a hand slip between his legs, warm soft caresses on his fucking balls, for Christ's sake. He tilts forward and presses his face into Shaun's chest and groans, so damn good, so fucking awesome like this, and yeah.
Yeah, okay, Gabe. He remembers that too now. Gabe staying over for the weekend, lugging in a case of beer like they were going to run out anytime soon. Gabe watching Shaun lean close to Zach in the kitchen, slide one hand to the small of his back as he whispered something Zach can only remember made him smile and move closer. Gabe, proposing a game of Truth or Dare like a ditzy thirteen-year-old girl at a sleepover, muttering something about wanting this as he dared Zach to show him what the two of them would be doing if Gabe wasn't there.
Zach recalls the taste and weight of Shaun's cock on his tongue, the familiar sensation of licking at the bundle of nerves there and the unfamiliar groan from someone definitely not Shaun.
Gabe keeps stroking his balls, his cock, touching as much of Zach as he can manage with his hand sleepily tucked between Zach's legs and Zach squirming against Shaun. “Hey, bro,” he says, yawning, moving his hard cock in lazy thrusts against Zach with all of the enthusiasm of a sleepy puppy.
Zach lifts his gaze to Shaun, pupils blown wide and breath starting to come hard and fast. Shaun tilts his head just so, strokes the curve of his jaw, and that's just fucking it.
Zach smiles, wide and wild and mischievous, and pushes back towards Gabe.
Fandom: Shelter
Pairing: Shaun/Zach/Gabe
Rating: NC-17
They wake up wrapped up in the sheets, the room reeking of sex and beer and what Zach thinks with cloudy suspicion just might be vomit. And this is nothing new, waking up curled up next to Shaun with his face tucked up under Shaun's chin. This ... this is everything, everything he's known and grown used to over the past six years, except there's an extra leg thrown over his and Shaun's tangled ones, the clammy warmth of someone else's morning breath on his shoulder.
He groans, mutters, “Oh,fuck,” and is suddenly grateful Cody's at basketball camp right now, possibly not in that order.
And that's when Shaun wakes up, because that's what he does, hear Zach's voice and perks up and can't go back to sleep after that. There's a speck of dark green paint on his cheek, and bits and pieces of last night bleed into Zach's memory at that. Zach pressed back against one of the tables in his studio behind the house, Shaun on his knees sucking him in that sure and lazy way of his, hands sliding past the waistband of his loosened jeans to cup his ass and pull him closer. That much, Zach remembers.
That, and a stranger's mouth on his, eager but restrained, tasting like Corona and Juicy Fruit.
Zach tries to ignore whoever's behind him for now, focuses on the here and now and always of Shaun naked underneath him. “Babe,” he says all groggy and quiet, nuzzles underneath Shaun's chin and resists the urge to yawn. “Shaun, you gotta get up.”
“Gotta what?” Shaun says. His hand slides absently down Zach's chest, drifting down to his cock, and Zach remembers that, too, Shaun's hand on him, Shaun's hands always on him. He remembers Shaun riding deep in his ass, thrusting until every stroke against his prostate made Zach tremble underneath him, and someone in the chair by the window watching, eyes wide and curious, a loose hand stripping his cock as he watched Shaun and Zack fuck on the bed.
“Shaun,” Zach says, louder this time, and the guy behind him starts sucking on his neck, and Shaun just kinda starts and says, “Oh,” in this weird tone of voice.
They don't bring other guys in. They just ... this isn't their deal. It's just the three of them, Shaun and Zach and Cody, and the wide writhing ocean only a few blocks from home maybe counts as a fourth. They raise a kid in this house and they don't do this. They make love all the time, slow comfortable sex in the bedroom, quick hot fucks in Shaun's office or Zach's studio in the back or that one memorable time in the fucking laundry room. But they're practically goddamn parents and they don't --
The guy behind Zach grumbles something in the heat-damp skin at the nape of his neck, and Zach feels a hand slip between his legs, warm soft caresses on his fucking balls, for Christ's sake. He tilts forward and presses his face into Shaun's chest and groans, so damn good, so fucking awesome like this, and yeah.
Yeah, okay, Gabe. He remembers that too now. Gabe staying over for the weekend, lugging in a case of beer like they were going to run out anytime soon. Gabe watching Shaun lean close to Zach in the kitchen, slide one hand to the small of his back as he whispered something Zach can only remember made him smile and move closer. Gabe, proposing a game of Truth or Dare like a ditzy thirteen-year-old girl at a sleepover, muttering something about wanting this as he dared Zach to show him what the two of them would be doing if Gabe wasn't there.
Zach recalls the taste and weight of Shaun's cock on his tongue, the familiar sensation of licking at the bundle of nerves there and the unfamiliar groan from someone definitely not Shaun.
Gabe keeps stroking his balls, his cock, touching as much of Zach as he can manage with his hand sleepily tucked between Zach's legs and Zach squirming against Shaun. “Hey, bro,” he says, yawning, moving his hard cock in lazy thrusts against Zach with all of the enthusiasm of a sleepy puppy.
Zach lifts his gaze to Shaun, pupils blown wide and breath starting to come hard and fast. Shaun tilts his head just so, strokes the curve of his jaw, and that's just fucking it.
Zach smiles, wide and wild and mischievous, and pushes back towards Gabe.
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Date: 2008-10-17 05:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-05 11:09 am (UTC)(Here via a rec at
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Date: 2009-08-05 08:01 pm (UTC)Mmm, I've thought about these three together but never thought I'd find some in this fandom. HOT. And still so much LOVE. Thank you for sharing! ^__^
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Date: 2010-06-06 02:04 am (UTC)Secondly, I'd like to say that I'm pretty sure you're Jesus, just so you know. I've followed your lj for a while now, and you'd think I'd have read all of your fiction (seeing as I originally found you through x-men fanfic), but somehow, every time I get into a new fandom, THERE YOU ARE.
...I'm not even going to reread this comment, because I have the feeling that it is incredibly, incredibly creepy. Sorry?
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Date: 2010-08-18 03:25 pm (UTC)