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raynedanserwrites) wrote2008-06-05 09:04 am
raynedanserwrites) wrote2008-06-05 09:04 am
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Shelter Fic - Between the lines
TITLE: Between the Lines
AUTHOR: Den /![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
raynedanser
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Written for the prompts requested HERE.rdg64 wanted between Shaun and Zach's kiss and when Zach went to Shaun's the next night. 689 words of Shaun's confusion and frustration. ;-)
SPOILERS: Not really.
You can find the rest of my Shelter goodies Right Here
A/N: Many thanks totrumpeterofdoom for the quick n' dirty last minute beta. *smooches*
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The sun was high overhead when Shaun opened his eyes ever so slowly and stared at the empty space next to him. A couple of pillows lay haphazardly discarded from when Zach had left. Shaun reached his hand out, touching the spot where Zach had slept, now cool to the touch, before rolling over and groaning.
“Definitely too much to drink,” he grumbled. Within moments, the rest of the night's events came back to him, worrying at him. Had he gone overboard? Had it been too much? There'd always been something between him and Zach, something he'd always pushed aside. Until now. What was so different about now?
He stood up stiffly and went inside the house to find coffee and aspirin, muttering and swearing to himself about stupid mistakes and never learning as he went.
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The plan had been to go out on the water, spend some time surfing or even just paddling and floating, relaxing and staring off into space. In the past, it had always relaxed him, soothed him, something he and Zach shared. The plan was quickly derailed when Tory caught him sprinting across the beach, trying to make a fast getaway. Then she introduced him to Zach's nephew and it was all over. He quickly got suckered into helping the cute kid build a proper sandcastle in ten seconds flat.
He'd wanted to talk to Zach, tell him ... He didn't even know. What did he want to say? That he was sorry? Because he wasn't. That it wouldn't happen again? He knew better than to make promises he didn't know if he could keep. He was saved from trying to figure it out by Zach's terse responses, making it pretty clear to Shaun that he didn't want to talk about much of anything, least of all what had happened the night before. Even after, when they'd tried to leave, Shaun had danced around the subject, talking instead about Zach's art, something that had always been safe, neutral ground between them, but Zach was still terse and quick to reply without saying anything and eventually Shaun had given up and just left the beach.
And now, as Shaun opened a bottle of Larry's precious wine, he chuckled to himself, remembering Cody's insistence that they “forty-five” their castle when Zach wanted to leave.
He poured a glass of wine, took it where he'd set his laptop and stared at the document he'd opened, trying to figure out where he'd left off. Where it was going. He'd tried to work on it for a while, but all he'd accomplished in the last few hours was a lot of backspacing. Sooner or later, that backspace key was going to get worn out. Eventually, he took the hint and shut down.
By the time he was ready to call it a night, some maniac was kicking against his front door. Choices of maniacs were pretty slim since this was a gated community – it could have been Gabe, forgetting his key for the millionth time, but he doubted it. It could have been a neighbor for God knows what reason, but he doubted that too.
At first, he tried ignoring the kicking and sat at his desk, laptop now shut down and no longer taunting him and his unproductive day. Eventually, the kicking became more insistent and he worried about damage to Larry's precious house. That was something he didn't want to explain. He took a quick sip of wine and started slowly down the stairs.
Zach. Zach was on the other side of the door. He wasn't watching for Shaun, was looking down as he steadily banged against it with his foot. Caught off guard, Shaun hesitated for just a second. Was this a good thing? Bad? Only one way to find out.
He opened the door.
~ fini
AUTHOR: Den /
raynedanserRATING: PG
SUMMARY: Written for the prompts requested HERE.
rdg64 wanted between Shaun and Zach's kiss and when Zach went to Shaun's the next night. 689 words of Shaun's confusion and frustration. ;-)SPOILERS: Not really.
You can find the rest of my Shelter goodies Right Here
A/N: Many thanks to
trumpeterofdoom for the quick n' dirty last minute beta. *smooches*The sun was high overhead when Shaun opened his eyes ever so slowly and stared at the empty space next to him. A couple of pillows lay haphazardly discarded from when Zach had left. Shaun reached his hand out, touching the spot where Zach had slept, now cool to the touch, before rolling over and groaning.
“Definitely too much to drink,” he grumbled. Within moments, the rest of the night's events came back to him, worrying at him. Had he gone overboard? Had it been too much? There'd always been something between him and Zach, something he'd always pushed aside. Until now. What was so different about now?
He stood up stiffly and went inside the house to find coffee and aspirin, muttering and swearing to himself about stupid mistakes and never learning as he went.
The plan had been to go out on the water, spend some time surfing or even just paddling and floating, relaxing and staring off into space. In the past, it had always relaxed him, soothed him, something he and Zach shared. The plan was quickly derailed when Tory caught him sprinting across the beach, trying to make a fast getaway. Then she introduced him to Zach's nephew and it was all over. He quickly got suckered into helping the cute kid build a proper sandcastle in ten seconds flat.
He'd wanted to talk to Zach, tell him ... He didn't even know. What did he want to say? That he was sorry? Because he wasn't. That it wouldn't happen again? He knew better than to make promises he didn't know if he could keep. He was saved from trying to figure it out by Zach's terse responses, making it pretty clear to Shaun that he didn't want to talk about much of anything, least of all what had happened the night before. Even after, when they'd tried to leave, Shaun had danced around the subject, talking instead about Zach's art, something that had always been safe, neutral ground between them, but Zach was still terse and quick to reply without saying anything and eventually Shaun had given up and just left the beach.
And now, as Shaun opened a bottle of Larry's precious wine, he chuckled to himself, remembering Cody's insistence that they “forty-five” their castle when Zach wanted to leave.
He poured a glass of wine, took it where he'd set his laptop and stared at the document he'd opened, trying to figure out where he'd left off. Where it was going. He'd tried to work on it for a while, but all he'd accomplished in the last few hours was a lot of backspacing. Sooner or later, that backspace key was going to get worn out. Eventually, he took the hint and shut down.
By the time he was ready to call it a night, some maniac was kicking against his front door. Choices of maniacs were pretty slim since this was a gated community – it could have been Gabe, forgetting his key for the millionth time, but he doubted it. It could have been a neighbor for God knows what reason, but he doubted that too.
At first, he tried ignoring the kicking and sat at his desk, laptop now shut down and no longer taunting him and his unproductive day. Eventually, the kicking became more insistent and he worried about damage to Larry's precious house. That was something he didn't want to explain. He took a quick sip of wine and started slowly down the stairs.
Zach. Zach was on the other side of the door. He wasn't watching for Shaun, was looking down as he steadily banged against it with his foot. Caught off guard, Shaun hesitated for just a second. Was this a good thing? Bad? Only one way to find out.
He opened the door.
~ fini