Fic Post: Unraveling [Shelter/Without a Trace crossover]

[dragontatt]

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Title: Unraveling, Interlude 4
Author: dragontatt
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Neither Shelter nor Without a Trace belong to me. No profit is being made from this work of fiction, and no disrespect is intended.
Word Count: 2995





Shaun and Martin walked into their room, still giggling a bit and then stopped. Huh – bedtime. Shaun glanced to his left, at his wrist still cuffed to Martin’s right hand and then at his bed aaaall the way on the other side of the room. He stared at it, and he might have wobbled a tiny bit.

Martin glanced to his right, at his wrist still cuffed to Shaun’s left hand and then at his bed rightoverthere - it was so close and it looked extremely comfortable.

His gaze lifted and met Shaun’s in the middle, and with a tiny grin on both their faces, they moved as one toward Martin’s bed. It was bigger and closer after all, and there was really nothing else they could do, was there?

They stopped to take off their shoes. Martin raised his arm to casually prop it on Shaun’s shoulder for balance while he reached down to pull his off – Shaun’s arm hung awkwardly from the handcuff between them while he waited impatiently to get into bed.

It only took a few seconds for them to figure out how to get onto the bed without strangling each other or pulling a random arm out of its socket. After all, they’d been practicing all evening. Eventually by silent consensus, they both ended up with their backs propped against the wall, legs stretched out straight on the bed. Martin had his pillow scrunched up on his lap, holding it tight. He laid his head on it and closed his eyes with a little sigh.

Shaun looked at Martin’s pillow longingly – it looked so soft, so comfy. And his own pillow was all the way across the room. Not fair.

“I need my pillow,” Shaun said in an uncharacteristic whine.

“Go get it then,” Martin mumbled, voice just this side of asleep.

“Okay, c’mon.”

“No.”

“What? C’mon, man.” Shaun tugged at Martin’s wrist.

“I’m not getting up. You go.” Martin opened his eyes to gaze blankly at Shaun. “Oh, that’s right. You can’t go without me. Tough luck.”

“All right, asshole. You owe me!”

“What’dya mean, I owe you?” Martin’s eyes closed sleepily.

“For rescuing you from Jennifer earlier, remember? You could be in bed with her right now,” Shaun jostled his elbow into Martin’s side, but Martin merely slid an inch or two away before opening one eye to glare at Shaun.
“The way I figure it, you already owed me for ignoring me so much these last few weeks. So we’re just about even now,” Martin mumbled. “Unless you plan on still acting like an asshole that is, in which case you’ll owe me more.” He lifted his head slightly to stare at Shaun, one eyebrow arched accusingly.

“Um – no, I wasn’t planning on it.” Shaun grinned a bit guiltily.

“Good,” Martin said simply before moving the pillow over so that it lay vertically between their bodies. “We can share, okay?”

“Okay,” Shaun said a little grumpily.

“Aw c’mon, sweetheart. Let’s not go to bed mad.” Martin giggled and leaned his head to the right.

Shaun grinned and replied, “I’m not mad, just don’t call me sweetheart unless you mean it,” before leaning his head to the left and they both dropped off to sleep with the pillow nestled between their bodies.


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Sometime during the night, the pillow slipped free and ended up halfway across Shaun’s lap. Martin ended up across Shaun’s lap too, having followed the pillow as it fell. His right arm was bent up at an awkward angle because it was still cuffed to Shaun’s left.

Martin’s other arm was threaded between Shaun’s leg, holding onto the left one for dear life. He was drooling just the tiniest bit and there was a dark circle of damp denim on Shaun’s thigh.

Shaun was still sitting mostly upright, head hanging down, mouth half open as he let out a raspy snore. His left arm was stretched out oddly, laying across Martin’s forearm, and the fingers of his right hand lay gently against the top of Martin’s head.

And so they slept that way, peacefully if a little awkwardly, until the next morning when they were rudely awakened by what sounded like a screech from across the hall.

“Goddamn it!”

Shaun jerked awake, slamming his head into the wall behind him in the process. “Aahh,” he yelled and grabbed at his head – well, at least he tried to grab his head but all he succeeded in doing was roughly jerking Martin’s arm backwards.

“Ouch! Dammit, be careful. Man, I’m tired of these things,” Martin complained before pulling away in a panic when he realized he was pretty much laying in Shaun’s lap. His cheeks flushed red and he refused to look at Shaun as he struggled awkwardly to sit up without breaking his arm.

“Me, too,” Shaun said simply, refusing to acknowledge the disappointment he felt as Martin moved hurriedly away.

From the hallway they could hear more noise – a few loud bangs and voices raised in anger. Martin reached over with his free hand and grabbed the pillow from Shaun’s lap before tossing it toward the head of the bed. He looked at Shaun and asked, “Does that sound like Trey to you?”

“Yup.”

“Think he’s pissed?”

“Yup.”

“Huh.”

“A unified front, remember?”

Martin nodded as the shouting in the hall came to a crescendo. Their door burst open, slamming hard into the wall behind it.

“You assholes!” Trey screamed, face red with anger. “What do you think you’re doing, fucking up my bed like that?”

Martin stared in disbelief a moment before raising his hand. “Getting back at the asshole who did this to us maybe?

Shaun spoke up before Trey could respond, “Tell you what, you give us the key and we’ll call it even. Hell, I’ll even wash your sheets for you as long as I can take a shower without having to drag him along.” He turned his head toward Martin. “No offense.”

“None taken.”

Trey glared at them a moment longer before reaching deep into his pocket. He pulled out a tiny silver key and tossed it onto the bed. “Here,” he said through clenched teeth. “There had better be clean sheets on my bed by tonight or you two will regret it. Understand me?”

Martin and Shaun nodded even as Martin patted the sheets near his knee frantically for the key.

Trey glowered a moment longer before turning on his heel and marching out of the room. Every inch of his back was covered in white goo, and his black hair was matted and sticking up at odd angles.

Martin looked at Shaun wide-eyed, barely holding back a snicker. Shaun wasn’t as lucky, letting out a loud laugh when he heard Trey yell loudly at a horrified freshman to get the hell out of the bathroom so he could take a shower.

Their giggles lasted the rest of the day – every time they would look at each other, one or the other of them would snicker, or burst into outright laughter. That, of course, would set the other one off laughing and before long both their sides ached from all the laughing they’d been doing.

Trey was still furious of course, but once his sheets were clean, and the pillow – and the wall behind his bed – he seemed to think it was sufficient to merely stomp around angrily every time he heard either of them laughing.


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Sunday night, they were a little bit loaded and still a lot giggly, no matter how much it pissed off Trey, when they finally headed back to their room for the night. They walked into their room and stood there a minute, thinking back to the night before when they’d had to share a bed.

Martin looked at Shaun, and the look on Shaun’s face made him gulp. He gave a half-hearted smile and said, “Well…goodnight.” Then he grinned before going on in an overly affectionate tone, “Sweetheart.”

Shaun smiled back and watched as Martin turned away before thinking Oh fuck this. He grabbed Martin by the upper arm and turned him back around before leaning in to kiss him.

One hand cupped the side of Martin’s face, thumb rubbing briefly across the stubble on his chin. Their lips touched, soft and gentle, for just a second before Shaun pulled back. There was a look of shock on Martin’s face, and Shaun smiled sadly before saying, “I told you not to call me sweetheart unless you meant it.”

He lowered his hand and started to turn away, but Martin grabbed him by the hand and pulled. Shaun had just enough time to smile before their lips met again, harder this time, and a shiver ran down his back.

He pulled away and gasped, “I thought you were gonna hit me.”

Martin smiled and said, “Only if you don’t stop talking.”

Shaun moved forward, his lips on Martin’s again, one hand on the back of his head, other hand on his waist. He pressed him up against the wall, running his tongue along Martin’s lower lip even as he slipped his hand underneath Martin’s tee shirt to feel the smooth curves of his lower back.

Martin moaned and grabbed at Shaun’s shoulders, pulling him even closer before sliding his hands down Shaun’s back. His fingers flexed, and dug in deep at Shaun’s waist when Shaun nipped at Martin’s lower lip. It had taken all of his courage not to just let Shaun walk away earlier and now all he could do was hold on tight.

Shaun pressed his hips against Martin’s, moaning when he felt the hard length of Martin’s cock against his own. Martin gasped, and his hips flexed involuntarily.

Shaun pulled away from Martin’s mouth long enough to say, “You’ve never done this before, have you?”

Martin blushed and shook his head fiercely before saying, “I told you not to talk.” But the soft tone of his voice belied his words even as he leaned forward for another kiss. Shaun dodged his lips, tucking his head in close enough run his tongue up the side of Martin’s neck. Martin shuddered, and tipped his head to the side. Shaun laughed before running his teeth gently over Martin‘s earlobe.

“Oh god,” Martin said breathlessly when he felt teeth. It was true he hadn’t done this before but that didn’t mean he hadn’t thought about it. But now that it was happening, he wasn’t sure what to do, where to put his hands and so he just held on tight to Shaun’s waist as Shaun nipped at his neck and pressed his cloth-covered cock roughly against his own.

Shaun had meant it when he said he thought Martin would punch him for that first kiss, but since he hadn’t, he was gonna make the best of it, even though quick up-against-the-wall sex was definitely not what he really wanted from Martin. He nipped at Martin’s neck, resisting the urge to suck hard enough to leave a red mark on that pale skin, and ran his hands around to Martin’s front. He palmed Martin’s erection through the thickness of his jeans.

Martin groaned, pushing Shaun away just enough to move his hands to Shaun’s zipper. His fingers fumbled with the surprisingly unfamiliar motions and he closed his eyes against the burning of his cheeks. He reached with trembling fingers to take Shaun’s cock in his hand.

Shaun shivered at the feel of Martin’s fingers, unsure yet eager, and he nuzzled against Martin’s cheek. “Hey,” he breathed against Martin’s mouth, and Martin opened his eyes. “You’re doing great,” Shaun said with a smile that only grew bigger as Martin blushed an even deeper red before arching an imperious eyebrow and saying, “You wanna get with the program then?”

Shaun let out a huff of laughter before nonchalantly unzipping Martin’s jeans and slipping his hand inside – he grabbed Martin’s cock firmly by the base and ran his hand all the way to the tip. He smoothed his thumb over the wetness he felt there before sliding his hand back down, all the while watching Martin watching him.

Martin’s eyes closed and his head fell back against the wall with a loud thump. He unconsciously matched Shaun’s hand move for move – up and down with long, smooth strokes that soon had them both panting and straining for release.

Shaun brought his free hand up the back of Martin’s head, threading his fingers through Martin’s soft brown hair before pulling his head down for a sloppy kiss. Martin slid his arm around Shaun’s back, tugging him as close as possible. Their lips met in a hot crush, tongues sliding eagerly together.

Martin’s hand sped up and his hips flexed, pressing closer toward Shaun. Shaun groaned, his own hand speeding up to match. His fingers tightened in Martin’s hair and he pulled his head to one side, nibbling on the warm skin of his neck before finally giving in to the growing urge at the base of his spine and biting down hard on the curve where neck meets shoulder.

Martin groaned loud and out of control, fingers pressing deep into Shaun’s hip as he came, cock spurting warm over Shaun’s hand. Martin’s hand slowed as he rode out the last few tremors of his release and his eyes closed as he tilted his head to rest it on Shaun’s shoulder.

Shaun pressed a soft kiss to Martin’s forehead before thrusting his hips forward just a little. Martin mouthed a nearly silent, “Oh,” and started moving his hand again, smooth skin of Shaun’s cock warm in his palm. His thumb circled the head and slid his hand back down. He lifted his head and looked at Shaun – his eyes were closed tight and he was biting his lower lip.

Martin tightened his hand on Shaun’s hip and then twisted, pulling Shaun around to lean against the wall. Shaun’s eyes flew open at the unexpected movement, but he smiled at the look of determination on Martin’s face. He let go of Martin’s softening cock and swiped his hand across his tee shirt before wrapping his arm around Martin’s neck to pull him in closer.

They kissed, Martin nipping at Shaun’s lower lip, and his hand was moving fast and steady, and Shaun’s hips were moving in perfect counter rhythm. Martin brought his hand up to cup Shaun’s face, thumb rubbing lightly against the stubble on his chin and he pulled away just enough to look Shaun in the eyes. He blushed again, but stubbornly went on, “I want to see you come.”

Shaun gasped through a delighted smile, hips moving faster and fingers pulling tight on Martin’s hair. His eyes went wide and his back arched and with a long groan he came, a shudder running down his back as his cock jerked and spurted through Martin’s fingers.

He slumped against the wall, exhausted and spent and thoughtlessly pulled Martin in close. Martin wiped his messy hand on his own tee shirt and then relaxed against him, resting his head against Shaun’s neck and closing his eyes. They stood that way a long time, till their racing pulses slowed and their breathing calmed.

Martin stirred, pulling back a little before looking shyly at Shaun. Shaun smiled at him and said gently, “I’ve wanted that for a long time.”

Martin gave a tiny smile back, his dimples making the barest indentations in his skin and whispered, “Me, too.” He stepped back a little, and glanced to the side. “Umm…”

“It’s up to you, Martin. But I’d like to sleep in the same bed with you,” Shaun said honestly, betraying no hint of his worry about Martin’s answer.

But Martin just said, “Mine’s bigger then,” and tilted his head to the side.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice,” Shaun answered before turning to make sure the door was locked.

Martin laughed, “That’s not what I meant, idiot.” But Shaun noticed that he didn’t deny it either.


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The next morning Martin was jarred awake by a shrieking from the other side of the room, and he sat up with a start. Shaun fell onto the bed from where he’d been laying against Martin’s shoulder, mumbling “ – the fuck?”

Martin rolled out of the bed and stumbled across the room, slamming his hand across the top of Shaun’s wailing alarm clock. “Jeez, I hate that thing.” He turned and made his way back across the room, sitting tiredly on the edge of his bed before running a hand over his hair. He did not look behind him.

Shaun sat up behind him and yawned loudly. He glanced at Martin and flipped a mental coin before saying, “Well…I’ve got an early class.” He slid over to the edge of the bed, and carelessly pushed up with one hand against Martin’s shoulder before heading for his side of the room, shuffling over clad only in his boxers. He pulled out a clean shirt, shrugging it on over his head while stifling another yawn.

Martin sat on the edge of his bed a while longer, staring sleepily at Shaun’s naked back, and a tiny smile crossed his face. He watched as Shaun zipped up his jeans before stuffing his bare feet into his ragged sneakers. Martin stood up and intercepted Shaun as he was headed to the door.

“Hey, um…” Martin said, reaching out slightly with one hand.

Shaun finished slinging his knapsack over one shoulder before turning to look at Martin. He smiled gently and said, “It’s okay, you know.”

“What is?” Martin looked confused.

“Whatever you decide is okay,” Shaun said slowly.

“Huh. Well, that’s good to know.” Martin stood there a moment longer before leaning in to press a tiny kiss on the corner of Shaun’s mouth. He could feel a smile come over Shaun’s mouth, and he pulled back enough to whisper, “See you later?”

He smiled, dimples popping as Shaun nodded firmly. “Definitely.”