shelter_diner | Fic: Zach Attack (Reply)

Title: Zach Attack
Author:

fizzerbass
Pairing: Zach/Shaun
Rating: NC-17 (Warning: Tame smex ahead.)
Notes: Sorry for not answering comments on "Sure, sure" yet, but this came out of nowhere. I couldn't stop it, honest.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Jonah Markowitz and his wonderful movie, "Shelter". I just happen to think about them on an hourly basis and write random fics about their amazing adorkable-ness.

Three weeks.

Three long, fucking weeks.

Shaun had been gone for three weeks on a book promo tour through Goatcheese Lick, Indiana or some other stupid place like that and still wouldn’t be home again until late tomorrow night. Indiana, of all places. Who knew there was such a call for gay-surfer love stories in that neck of the woods? Where did they even paddle out there?

Shaun’s book was doing great. Zach knew it would because it was an amazing story…a little too close to the truth and harsh on his heart in some places, but still a really good book. He was stupid proud of Shaun, he felt like his heart would burst every time he saw Shaun’s picture on the back cover of the book, but he was ready for him to come home. Yesterday. Three weeks.

They’d talked on the phone, constantly it seemed like, and Zach’s favorite time of the day was when Shaun would call home to read Cody a book at bedtime. He’d let Cody hold the phone and curl up behind him on the bed, listening to the soothing sound of Shaun’s voice as he read from whatever book he found in whatever bookstore he was in that day. Cody was always a little wild at the beginning of the call, excited to be talking to Shaun, and Zach knew exactly how he felt. Eventually, they would both settle down and Cody would slip into sleep knowing that his two most favorite people in the world were right there with him.

But still. Three weeks. It was way too long, man. Zach didn’t care about handling all of the day-to-day stuff by himself, he and Cody had that routine down to a science years ago. But the nights were killing him. Absolutely killing him. Hell, once or twice, when Cody was spending the night at his friend Cole’s house, he’d even thought about sleeping in his car instead of facing their empty bed again. He slept on the couch instead…wearing one of Shaun’s t-shirts and keeping the book close by on the coffee table where he could pick it up and gaze at Shaun’s picture. The man needed to come home. Now.

He's letting himself in the front door of their apartment, leaning his skateboard against the wall, when his phone vibrates in his pocket. He pulls it out; smiling when he sees it’s a text from Shaun.

Z-

Added day to tour. Flying to Ohio. Will call 2nite.

Miss U,

S-

“Fuck!” Zach stares at his phone in disbelief. Another day. Another night. Alone. “Fuck!”

He jams his hands through his hair in frustration, kicking his foot back against the wall and knocking his skateboard over to clatter against the tile. He bangs his head back against the door, chanting “no, no, no, no” as his phone rings again. It’s Shaun.

“Shaun, what the fuck?”

“I know, I know. I begged them not to do it. I asked them to wait a week and let me come home, but they said we have to get it done before they close the books on the October numbers or something. It sucks, I know.”

“Dude, it totally fucking sucks. You were supposed to be home tomorrow.”

“I know, Babe, and I’m sorry. I hate it as much as you do. Cody’s probably forgotten what I look like by now.”

Zach snorts into the phone. “Cody? What about me, man? I haven’t seen you in three weeks either. I’ve forgotten what you look like, what you smell like…hell, I bet you don’t even taste the same.”

“Dude, stop. You’re killing me here” Shaun groans. “Listen. I knew you’d be upset about this, so I had Annie at the publishing house send something home to make up for it. It’s supposed to be in the back yard.”

“Shaun. I don’t want anything from your publishing house. I want you.”

“Just go look, okay? For me?”

Zach sighs, rolling his eyes as he pushes off the door. He walks through the living room to the sliding glass door, not really caring what they’ve sent to him; if it’s not Shaun, he doesn’t want it. Still, a new long board might be nice, or one for Cody.

He rolls the door back in its tracks, squinting into the late afternoon sun filtering through the trees. He doesn’t see anything at first, just their normal boards leaning against the fence and their wetsuits draped over the back of the patio chairs. He walks out into the yard, turning a slow circle to check out each corner.

“Shaun. There’s nothing here, Dude.”

“Really? Look harder. They promised me it would be there by now.”

He continues to walk towards the back of the yard, thinking maybe the UPS guy dropped it off at the back gate by mistake. He opens the gate to poke his head into the alley leading to the beach when Shaun’s voice sounds in his ear.

“Wait, stop. You’re getting colder.”

Zach pulls the phone away from his ear, looking at it in confusion before putting it back. “What? How’d you-”

“Turn around.”

He turns slowly, his heart starting to thump loudly in his chest as he realizes Shaun is standing right there in front of him. He walks toward him in a daze, stumbling slightly on knees that feel as weak as if he’d been surfing all day, a slow grin growing with each step he takes. Shaun is home! Throwing his phone down, he runs the last few steps and launches himself at his partner, bringing them both to the ground.

Shaun is home! The thought keeps running through his head and he can’t stop laughing, can’t stop smiling as he kisses him, desperate to keep their mouths together as they roll back and forth. God, he’s missed this, missed everything about this, the feel of this man in his arms, the warmth of his skin, the taste of his mouth.

Suddenly, it’s not enough and he rolls on top of Shaun, unbuttoning his “serious author’s shirt” as fast as he can. Pushing apart the fabric, he dives down and attacks Shaun’s chest, leaving a wet trail that glistens in the sun as he sucks and kisses his way towards Shaun’s waist. He doesn’t even take the time to unbuckle his belt, just pulls down the zipper on Shaun’s pants, because he’s too full of need and want and now to wait any longer. Reaching inside for what he’s been missing and dreaming of, he pulls out Shaun’s cock and gets to work.

It doesn’t take long, they’re both too far gone and it’s been three long, fucking weeks. Zach barely gets a good rhythm going before Shaun’s grabbing at his ears and pulling his hair, almost folding in half as his orgasm takes him. Zach swallows and wipes his mouth on the bottom of his t-shirt – well, Shaun’s t-shirt – and crawls back up to lay his head on Shaun’s chest.

“Dude” Shaun says, a little breathless, his eyes closed. “Not that I’m complaining or anything, but what the fuck was that?”

Zach chuckles. “Just a little something I call ‘The Zack Attack’. Like it?”

“Holy shit. I think I’m blind.”

Zach laughs, propping himself up on his elbow. Shaun is home! Smiling he punches Shaun lightly on the chest. “You deserved it, man, you lied to me. You told me you were in Ohio.”

Shaun opens his eyes, a leering smirk on his lips. “Wasn’t it worth it?”

Zach pretends to think about it for a minute, thoughtfully tapping a finger to his lips. Shaun is home! His heart slows, everything clicking back into his rightful place, his world colored just the way he wants it to be. Sighing deeply, he looks down at Shaun. “Yeah, it was.”

He kisses him slowly, biting playfully on his bottom lip before pulling back. Shaun is home! “Wanna lie to me again?”