Fic: Say Please, Zach/Shaun, NC-17
Title: Say Please
Author: pjvilar
Fandom: Shelter
Characters/Pairing: Shaun/Zach
Rating/Warnings: NC-17. Not beta-ed, so all mistakes are mine.
Word Count: 1,840
Prompt: Zach loves Shaun’s fingers, and Shaun loves to hear Zach beg for it
Prompted by: spikedluv for Round 13 of rounds_of_kink
Spoilers: Half the movie, and imagined as happening in the timeframe of the BGLM at and after sunset on the balcony.
Disclaimers: Characters not mine. Sigh.
Feedback: Yes, please.
The last colored wisps of sunset were slowly melting into the night sky and the outlines of the palm trees were fading into the dark.
“We should stop,” Zach muttered.
Shaun pulled away from the kiss, which was quickly sliding into a hot, naked grope. He looked at his new lover, who did not look at all like he wanted to stop. Zach looked turned on, undone, delicious. Shaun smiled, thinking of the synonyms that spilled through his mind all the time now. The words were back.
“Why’s that?” Shaun asked.
Zach looked down, one corner of his mouth lifting like he was trying to keep a smile from breaking out all over his face. He nodded his head toward the sliding door that led back inside from the balcony. His lovely dark hair was still mussed from the catnap they’d taken after getting back from the beach and having a quick shower.
“So you can take me inside.”
Shaun pulled Zach close, closing his hands around the younger man’s bare hips and ass. He wanted to get his own shorts off as soon as possible. “It’s nice out here.”
“It’s really nice. But I want you. You know.” Zach drew a breath. It was still hard for him to ask for these things, but his wants had this wonderful way of winning out over his reserve. “Inside me.”
Shaun felt a tug of desire that momentarily made his expression go blank. So far everything had been hands and mouths, and he’d only caressed Zach’s hole and perineum lightly, fleetingly, as a part of that. This was a leap. A good leap, but still a leap.
“Wow. OK. You know,” Shaun said, arching his brow, “sex outside can be really nice.”
“I was thinking when we were out today, that might be cool,” Zach replied.
“I like the sentiment, but it takes some planning. For one thing, sand and lube don’t mix.”
Zach barked out a laugh. “I’ll have to trust you on that one.”
They pulled each other into another long kiss. Zach walked Shaun with him to the outer wall of the house, out of sight to anyone passing far below on the beach, and hugged Shaun against him so they were chest to chest. Zach’s hard, slender cock pushed up between them.
Shaun broke away. He liked this idea, of staying outside, where they enjoyed each other so much.
“Wait here one second.”
Shaun opened the sliding door and slipped inside. When he returned his shorts were off, revealing his own hardness, but his blue bathrobe was on, hanging open. Zach looked at him quizzically and chuckled.
“Not my best look --” Shaun admitted, holding his hands out to his sides as if to say “Ta da”.
“You need the pipe and an ascot, dude.”
“--but it has pockets.”
“OK. . .”
Shaun removed a small tube of lubricant and held it up, then put it back in his left hand pocket.
“And condoms?” Zach asked. It felt weird to bring it up but he knew he should.
“Not yet. I have some in the house. But not yet. Come here.”
Shaun rubbed his hand against Zach’s cheek and then guided Zach to lean against the wall, looking out at the ocean. He slid his hand up and under Zach’s thigh and lifted Zach’s leg up. He then set Zach’s foot on a patio chair he’d pulled up behind them.
Zach liked how the position itself made him feel - spread and taken.
They kissed again, Zach holding Shaun’s face and neck with his lanky fingers while Shaun ran his hands down and around Zach’s body. Zach’s cock bobbed slightly as his arousal returned. Shaun ran his hands slowly up and down either side of Zach’s groin, then cupped his balls. The breeze swirled around them, then dissipated. Zach moaned and moved forward.
Shaun watched Zach carefully, their faces just inches apart, for reactions to every movement. He reached beneath Zach and carefully stroked his perineum, pressing lightly with two fingers, going a little further back with each stroke.
When Zach’s mouth began to fall open, Shaun drew his hand out and kissed Zach deeply, while getting out the open tube of lube and getting some on his fingers, then re-pocketing the tube.
Shaun reached back beneath Zach, bending his knees and angling them both just right, and caressed Zach’s opening gently with one finger. Zach opened his eyes and looked straight into Shaun’s as he felt himself getting wetter with the lube.
“Okay, that’s fucking cold,” Zach said. Shaun cracked up. He’d so been expecting the word stop.
“Sorry, I left my lube warmer back in L.A. . . .”
Zach laughed in response but the laugh turned into a sharp inhale as Shaun began to tease his opening, circling it with his finger and pushing it slightly inside. God, it was just so much fucking feeling. After a minute, when Zach’s breathing had slowed again, Shaun pushed his finger inside past the first ring of muscle.
“Oh, God.” Zach was overwhelmed with sensation, pleasure, pressure, and some pain. Then Shaun’s left hand was on his shoulder, steadying him, and their foreheads were pressed together. He kept breathing, aware of Shaun’s eyes on him, as Shaun stayed right there, unmoving, letting him get used to it.
“Shaun, please.”
Shaun drew his head back. “Oh. I like that.”
“What? Please?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Please,” Zach whispered, closing his eyes in concentration. Shaun slowly pushed his finger in further as Zach moaned, and then the moan reached a higher pitch as Shaun found his prostate. Shaun stilled himself again, watching Zach.
“Please.” Shaun stroked Zach’s prostate from within, causing a steady, continuous moan.
“Please,” Zach muttered, and Shaun took this as his cue to start moving his finger. He took Zach’s right hand in his and led it to wrap around the base of Zach’s cock.
Zach opened his eyes and looked at Shaun, who now looked undone himself.
“Please,” Zach said. Shaun was confused for a moment, then stunned with excitement when he realized Zach was asking permission to stroke his own cock. He nodded roughly and Zach smiled as he began to glide his hand over himself. Shaun matched his strokes and then heard Zach’s faint “Please.”
“More?” Shaun asked. Zach nodded. Shaun fumbled in his pocket for the lube and got it out, drew his finger out and applied more to two other fingers as well.
“I’ll hold it if you take that stupid robe off.”
“Done.” Shaun stripped off the robe and pressed the tube into Zach’s free hand. Zach curled his palm around it and pressed his fist back onto Shaun’s shoulder.
“Please,” he said, again and again, as Shaun worked one finger back inside, then two, then stretched him slowly, worked him, then a third finger, all the while rubbing that spot and gliding over all these nerve endings he didn’t know he had, and kissing him. The thing that got Zach the most was how Shaun was watching him like he was just blown away by how intense it was for Zach, by how every please meant yes.
Zach looked out into the night. The trees were bending in the wind, which was deepening as the sun’s warmth faded. The world seemed so beautiful and so immense - the bluff, the ocean, the sky, the wind. And in the middle of it was Shaun, illuminated by the light from inside the house. Shaun, his muscular body now naked, breathing raggedly by his ear, dragging wet lips and a hint of teeth across his shoulder. Shaun sliding into him. The nerves at his opening and the small bud inside him both igniting pleasure that seemed to wash over his whole body.
“I want to make you come this way,” Shaun muttered. “With my fingers buried inside you.”
“Oh, God,” said Zach. “Please.”
Zach moved against Shaun’s fingers without restraint now, hard enough to really feel wonderfully fucked. Zach’s hand was flying over his own cock.
“Please suck my cock while you fuck me like this.”
What the fuck? Zach thought. He had not expected that request to come tumbling out, but the sound of it turned him on further. Shaun dropped down to his knees without comment and complied, fiercely and beautifully. Shaun lowered his mouth onto Zach’s cock, sucking him with obvious enjoyment, then after a few strokes he began to move his fingers in the same rhythm, slow and firm.
“Oh! Please,” Zach moaned. He threw his right leg over Shaun’s shoulder to open himself up more, the chair falling to the ground. He held on to Shaun.
“Please,” he called, the shaft of his cock tightening. Shaun moaned around his cock. Zach knew Shaun could feel that tightening just as he felt how open he was to his fingers moving inside him. Shaun kept on sucking him in perfect time.
“Please,” he whimpered, knowing he was close. He looked down at Shaun’s head as it bobbed on his cock; he looked out at the dark sky now shattered with stars.
“Oh, God. Please. Please. Please. Shaun--”
He stopped bucking because he could feel the orgasm coming through him, like Shaun was drawing it out of his body. He felt the pulsing release from his cock and balls, from the pressure on his prostate and the nerves that ringed inside him. He felt it in his chest and stomach, in the warmth of his hands as they gripped Shaun’s shoulders. He felt it absolutely everywhere. And he rocked and shuddered and moaned and came and came, into the mouth of this gorgeous, amazing man.
Zach ran his hands over the scruff of Shaun’s hair, panting. Shaun slowly drew his mouth off of Zach’s cock, pressed his lips together and smiled. He looked up at Zach and beamed.
“Hey,” he said. “I’m going to pull out now. Breathe for me.”
Zach inhaled, then exhaled deliberately as Shaun pulled his fingers partway out, then all the way on the next breath. Zach shuddered, caught his breath.
“Are you okay?” Zach said to Shaun.
“Are you serious? I’m fucking fantastic.” He got to his feet and kissed Zach, delighted when Zach swiped his tongue into Shaun’s mouth and moaned at the light taste of his own come. “You’re fucking fantastic.”
“Fantastic and cold.” Zach said, shyly registering the compliment. Shaun looked around for a moment, found where the robe had dropped and then draped it around Zach’s shoulders.
Zach looked at Shaun, appraising the glint in his eye, his easy smile, his wonderful body and the equally wonderful hard-on that he still had. He drew Shaun to him and hugged him, feeling his own spent cock warmed by Shaun’s body, and feeling Shaun’s hardness against him.
“Now can I take you inside?” Zach said.
“Please,” said Shaun.
Zach smiled, opened the sliding door, and led Shaun inside toward the shower, already thinking of the many ways he could please him.
Author: pjvilar
Fandom: Shelter
Characters/Pairing: Shaun/Zach
Rating/Warnings: NC-17. Not beta-ed, so all mistakes are mine.
Word Count: 1,840
Prompt: Zach loves Shaun’s fingers, and Shaun loves to hear Zach beg for it
Prompted by: spikedluv for Round 13 of rounds_of_kink
Spoilers: Half the movie, and imagined as happening in the timeframe of the BGLM at and after sunset on the balcony.
Disclaimers: Characters not mine. Sigh.
Feedback: Yes, please.
The last colored wisps of sunset were slowly melting into the night sky and the outlines of the palm trees were fading into the dark.
“We should stop,” Zach muttered.
Shaun pulled away from the kiss, which was quickly sliding into a hot, naked grope. He looked at his new lover, who did not look at all like he wanted to stop. Zach looked turned on, undone, delicious. Shaun smiled, thinking of the synonyms that spilled through his mind all the time now. The words were back.
“Why’s that?” Shaun asked.
Zach looked down, one corner of his mouth lifting like he was trying to keep a smile from breaking out all over his face. He nodded his head toward the sliding door that led back inside from the balcony. His lovely dark hair was still mussed from the catnap they’d taken after getting back from the beach and having a quick shower.
“So you can take me inside.”
Shaun pulled Zach close, closing his hands around the younger man’s bare hips and ass. He wanted to get his own shorts off as soon as possible. “It’s nice out here.”
“It’s really nice. But I want you. You know.” Zach drew a breath. It was still hard for him to ask for these things, but his wants had this wonderful way of winning out over his reserve. “Inside me.”
Shaun felt a tug of desire that momentarily made his expression go blank. So far everything had been hands and mouths, and he’d only caressed Zach’s hole and perineum lightly, fleetingly, as a part of that. This was a leap. A good leap, but still a leap.
“Wow. OK. You know,” Shaun said, arching his brow, “sex outside can be really nice.”
“I was thinking when we were out today, that might be cool,” Zach replied.
“I like the sentiment, but it takes some planning. For one thing, sand and lube don’t mix.”
Zach barked out a laugh. “I’ll have to trust you on that one.”
They pulled each other into another long kiss. Zach walked Shaun with him to the outer wall of the house, out of sight to anyone passing far below on the beach, and hugged Shaun against him so they were chest to chest. Zach’s hard, slender cock pushed up between them.
Shaun broke away. He liked this idea, of staying outside, where they enjoyed each other so much.
“Wait here one second.”
Shaun opened the sliding door and slipped inside. When he returned his shorts were off, revealing his own hardness, but his blue bathrobe was on, hanging open. Zach looked at him quizzically and chuckled.
“Not my best look --” Shaun admitted, holding his hands out to his sides as if to say “Ta da”.
“You need the pipe and an ascot, dude.”
“--but it has pockets.”
“OK. . .”
Shaun removed a small tube of lubricant and held it up, then put it back in his left hand pocket.
“And condoms?” Zach asked. It felt weird to bring it up but he knew he should.
“Not yet. I have some in the house. But not yet. Come here.”
Shaun rubbed his hand against Zach’s cheek and then guided Zach to lean against the wall, looking out at the ocean. He slid his hand up and under Zach’s thigh and lifted Zach’s leg up. He then set Zach’s foot on a patio chair he’d pulled up behind them.
Zach liked how the position itself made him feel - spread and taken.
They kissed again, Zach holding Shaun’s face and neck with his lanky fingers while Shaun ran his hands down and around Zach’s body. Zach’s cock bobbed slightly as his arousal returned. Shaun ran his hands slowly up and down either side of Zach’s groin, then cupped his balls. The breeze swirled around them, then dissipated. Zach moaned and moved forward.
Shaun watched Zach carefully, their faces just inches apart, for reactions to every movement. He reached beneath Zach and carefully stroked his perineum, pressing lightly with two fingers, going a little further back with each stroke.
When Zach’s mouth began to fall open, Shaun drew his hand out and kissed Zach deeply, while getting out the open tube of lube and getting some on his fingers, then re-pocketing the tube.
Shaun reached back beneath Zach, bending his knees and angling them both just right, and caressed Zach’s opening gently with one finger. Zach opened his eyes and looked straight into Shaun’s as he felt himself getting wetter with the lube.
“Okay, that’s fucking cold,” Zach said. Shaun cracked up. He’d so been expecting the word stop.
“Sorry, I left my lube warmer back in L.A. . . .”
Zach laughed in response but the laugh turned into a sharp inhale as Shaun began to tease his opening, circling it with his finger and pushing it slightly inside. God, it was just so much fucking feeling. After a minute, when Zach’s breathing had slowed again, Shaun pushed his finger inside past the first ring of muscle.
“Oh, God.” Zach was overwhelmed with sensation, pleasure, pressure, and some pain. Then Shaun’s left hand was on his shoulder, steadying him, and their foreheads were pressed together. He kept breathing, aware of Shaun’s eyes on him, as Shaun stayed right there, unmoving, letting him get used to it.
“Shaun, please.”
Shaun drew his head back. “Oh. I like that.”
“What? Please?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Please,” Zach whispered, closing his eyes in concentration. Shaun slowly pushed his finger in further as Zach moaned, and then the moan reached a higher pitch as Shaun found his prostate. Shaun stilled himself again, watching Zach.
“Please.” Shaun stroked Zach’s prostate from within, causing a steady, continuous moan.
“Please,” Zach muttered, and Shaun took this as his cue to start moving his finger. He took Zach’s right hand in his and led it to wrap around the base of Zach’s cock.
Zach opened his eyes and looked at Shaun, who now looked undone himself.
“Please,” Zach said. Shaun was confused for a moment, then stunned with excitement when he realized Zach was asking permission to stroke his own cock. He nodded roughly and Zach smiled as he began to glide his hand over himself. Shaun matched his strokes and then heard Zach’s faint “Please.”
“More?” Shaun asked. Zach nodded. Shaun fumbled in his pocket for the lube and got it out, drew his finger out and applied more to two other fingers as well.
“I’ll hold it if you take that stupid robe off.”
“Done.” Shaun stripped off the robe and pressed the tube into Zach’s free hand. Zach curled his palm around it and pressed his fist back onto Shaun’s shoulder.
“Please,” he said, again and again, as Shaun worked one finger back inside, then two, then stretched him slowly, worked him, then a third finger, all the while rubbing that spot and gliding over all these nerve endings he didn’t know he had, and kissing him. The thing that got Zach the most was how Shaun was watching him like he was just blown away by how intense it was for Zach, by how every please meant yes.
Zach looked out into the night. The trees were bending in the wind, which was deepening as the sun’s warmth faded. The world seemed so beautiful and so immense - the bluff, the ocean, the sky, the wind. And in the middle of it was Shaun, illuminated by the light from inside the house. Shaun, his muscular body now naked, breathing raggedly by his ear, dragging wet lips and a hint of teeth across his shoulder. Shaun sliding into him. The nerves at his opening and the small bud inside him both igniting pleasure that seemed to wash over his whole body.
“I want to make you come this way,” Shaun muttered. “With my fingers buried inside you.”
“Oh, God,” said Zach. “Please.”
Zach moved against Shaun’s fingers without restraint now, hard enough to really feel wonderfully fucked. Zach’s hand was flying over his own cock.
“Please suck my cock while you fuck me like this.”
What the fuck? Zach thought. He had not expected that request to come tumbling out, but the sound of it turned him on further. Shaun dropped down to his knees without comment and complied, fiercely and beautifully. Shaun lowered his mouth onto Zach’s cock, sucking him with obvious enjoyment, then after a few strokes he began to move his fingers in the same rhythm, slow and firm.
“Oh! Please,” Zach moaned. He threw his right leg over Shaun’s shoulder to open himself up more, the chair falling to the ground. He held on to Shaun.
“Please,” he called, the shaft of his cock tightening. Shaun moaned around his cock. Zach knew Shaun could feel that tightening just as he felt how open he was to his fingers moving inside him. Shaun kept on sucking him in perfect time.
“Please,” he whimpered, knowing he was close. He looked down at Shaun’s head as it bobbed on his cock; he looked out at the dark sky now shattered with stars.
“Oh, God. Please. Please. Please. Shaun--”
He stopped bucking because he could feel the orgasm coming through him, like Shaun was drawing it out of his body. He felt the pulsing release from his cock and balls, from the pressure on his prostate and the nerves that ringed inside him. He felt it in his chest and stomach, in the warmth of his hands as they gripped Shaun’s shoulders. He felt it absolutely everywhere. And he rocked and shuddered and moaned and came and came, into the mouth of this gorgeous, amazing man.
Zach ran his hands over the scruff of Shaun’s hair, panting. Shaun slowly drew his mouth off of Zach’s cock, pressed his lips together and smiled. He looked up at Zach and beamed.
“Hey,” he said. “I’m going to pull out now. Breathe for me.”
Zach inhaled, then exhaled deliberately as Shaun pulled his fingers partway out, then all the way on the next breath. Zach shuddered, caught his breath.
“Are you okay?” Zach said to Shaun.
“Are you serious? I’m fucking fantastic.” He got to his feet and kissed Zach, delighted when Zach swiped his tongue into Shaun’s mouth and moaned at the light taste of his own come. “You’re fucking fantastic.”
“Fantastic and cold.” Zach said, shyly registering the compliment. Shaun looked around for a moment, found where the robe had dropped and then draped it around Zach’s shoulders.
Zach looked at Shaun, appraising the glint in his eye, his easy smile, his wonderful body and the equally wonderful hard-on that he still had. He drew Shaun to him and hugged him, feeling his own spent cock warmed by Shaun’s body, and feeling Shaun’s hardness against him.
“Now can I take you inside?” Zach said.
“Please,” said Shaun.
Zach smiled, opened the sliding door, and led Shaun inside toward the shower, already thinking of the many ways he could please him.