A New Beginning (Sandy/Shy) R (5/?)

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Title: A New Beginning (5/?)
Author: moit
Pairing: Shy/Sandy
Fandom: Haven/Flipper crossover
Summary: Sandy, a bright sunny boy spending the summer in the Cayman Islands, falls into the lap of Shy, a quiet dockhand.
Rating: hard R
Genre: Romance, angst
Warnings: mentions of past violence
Word Count: 1,829
Previous Chapters here






Shy walked into the house reeking of fish. He had a bucket full that just needed refrigerated, but he smelled just like the contents of his bucket.

"Shy, I need to talk to you!" his mom called.

"Just a minute, mum! I'm covered in fish!"

He put the fish in a bowl in the refrigerator and sought his mom out.

"Oh, Shy, you stink!"

Shy grinned. "I told you!"

"Well, anyway, I just got off the phone with Porter. He's going to Florida for a few days and he asked me to go with him. I told him Sandy could stay here with you while we're gone--you're both responsible enough to be alone--but I'm trusting you two on this one."

Shy couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face. "We'll be good. I promise."

"You better. If I come home and find out that anything has happened--"

"Mum. You can trust me."

"I sure hope so," Claire said, her mouth curving down pointedly.

"When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning. Porter is going to drop Sandy off and he and I are leaving. I figured you wouldn't mind since you're off for the weekend."

"Okay," Shy said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Shy."

"Yes, mum?"

"I really don't want you and Sandy to have sex until you're ready."

"I know, mum."

"I mean that, Shy."

"I know! If you're so worried about it, then why are you and Porter letting Sandy stay here in the first place?"

"We trust you. I just don't want to see that trust betrayed. Now, go get a shower, you stink."

Despite the fish smell, Shy laughed and hugged his mother.


Porter and Sandy showed up at 7 o'clock on the dot.

"Good morning," Claire said, opening the door.

Sandy stepped into the house, but Porter stayed on the porch.

"I left the car running because we need to get to the airport. I don't think the boys need too many instructions . . ."

"I talked to Shy last night, and of course he knows the emergency numbers. And he has the number to the hotel where we'll be in Miami."

"And Sandy's used to being on his own, so you two shouldn't have any problems."

"What's the worst we could do? Burn the house down?"

The look Porter and Claire gave them wiped the smile off Shy's face.

"We won't. Promise."

"Okay," Claire said, leaning in to kiss Shy's cheek. "Be good. We'll be back on Monday. I love you."

"Love you, too, mum."

Sandy and Shy stood on the porch and waved until Porter's car was out of sight.

"To the beach, then?" Shy asked, grinning.

"I'll race you."


Shy and Sandy spent the day swimming and fishing, just enjoying the freedom they had without Claire and Porter around. They fixed dinner together, enjoying each other's company. They saved the best for last, after watching a movie that night.

Shy had started to drift off on the couch, but Sandy took his hand and pulled him to his feet.

"You're not going to sleep. I haven't worn you out, yet."

Shy grumbled half-heartedly, but followed Sandy into his bedroom. He closed his eyes and fell backwards onto the mattress.

"Okay, I'm here. Go ahead and have your way with me."

But when Sandy's warm weight settled across his hips, Shy opened his eyes in surprise. His hands moved of their own accord to Sandy's bare hips.

"Wow," was the only word his lips could form.

Sandy's golden body was completely nude. He was half-leaning over Shy, hands against the bed on either side of Shy to support himself. He was already half-erect. His cock was thick and heavy. A drop of precome welled up at the tip and spilled down Sandy's shaft.

Shy unconsciously licked his lips.

"You look like you've never seen this before," Sandy said, cocking his head to the side.

"Not like this," Shy breathed. His thumbs moved in slow circles against the hollows of Sandy's hips.

Sandy leaned farther down to pull the bandana from Shy's head, freeing his curls. Shy titled his head up to shake his hair out.

"I love your hair," Sandy sighed, burying both hands in the thick locks.

Shy walked his fingertips around Sandy's bare back to pull the boy down against his body. Sandy went willingly, settling his nude body against Shy's clothed one with a soft sigh.

"You gonna get naked?" Sandy whispered into Shy's ear.

"I'm getting there," Shy said. "I'm just really comfortable right now."

Sandy flexed his hips. "How about now?"

"Yeah, I'm definitely getting there."

Sandy worked one hand down between their bodies to cup Shy's cock.

"You have my attention," Shy groaned. "Are you trying to make me blow before we even get started?"

"Just making sure I'm getting what I came for."

"Oh, you'll get what's coming all right," Shy drawled. He pumped his hips into Sandy's hand in a lazy rhythm. Tonight was going to be slow, patient lovemaking, Sandy could tell.

With no warning, Shy flipped them over so that he was laying in the cradle of Sandy's thighs. He was careful, however, to keep the light from hitting the bad side of his face. He usually kept his head tilted to one side to achieve that feat.

When Sandy reached up to finger the maimed skin of Shy's face, Shy had to fight the urge to jerk away. He knew Sandy would never hurt him, never judge him, but old habits died hard, especially those born of the rejection of love. Deep down, Shy feared his scars would ultimately lead to rejection, no matter how complacent his partner appeared.

"What are you thinking about?" Sandy whispered.

When Shy didn't answer right away, Sandy continued.

"I don't want you to tell me what you think I want to hear. I want you to tell me what you're thinking. I know there's a lot going on behind those beautiful brown eyes right now."

"I'm just thinking."

"About what?"

"Us."

"What about us?"

Shy let out a breath. "Do we have to talk about this now?"

"Well, I'm not going to be able to have sex with you if you're too preoccupied with some thought in your mind." Sandy's erection was already beginning to wilt.

"Then don't ask me about it." Shy made an attempt to bring Sandy's mouth back down to his, but Sandy was having none of it.

"You don't want to talk?"

"No. I don't. Certainly not during sex."

With a huff and a sigh, Sandy pulled himself out from under Shy's body. Shy let him go with minimal resistance.

When Sandy came back into the room, he was dressed in pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. He crawled in bed next to Shy silently, and position himself on his side, facing away from the other man.

"Hey," Shy said, scooting closer. "What's this?" he asked, dipping his thumb beneath the waistband of Sandy's bottoms.

"I'm going to sleep. Goodnight, Shy." Sandy's voice was equal parts angry and disappointed. Shy knew their aborted lovemaking was his fault, but he didn't know how to make it up to Sandy. If he wasn't willing to talk to get sex when Sandy was naked, he certainly wasn't going to talk when Sandy was angry and giving him the silent treatment.

Rather than offer an explanation, Shy slipped his arms around Sandy's waist and buried his face in the crook of Sandy's shoulder. "I'm sorry. I just can't talk to you about that right now. But you need to know that it's not for lack of desire. I'm just not ready. Can you respect that?"

Sandy rolled over in Shy's arms. "Shy, I respect everything you've ever said to me. But I don't feel like you're respecting me when we're in the middle of making love and you've suddenly got this faraway expression on your face like you're somewhere I can't go, and you refuse to tell me what you're thinking. How is that fair?"

"It's not."

"Damn right, it's not. So excuse me if I get pissy when you ruin the mood I oh-so-carefully set in place."

"I said I was sorry," Shy said, placing little kisses down Sandy's neck.

"And I accept your apology, but I'm not in the mood anymore."

Shy reached down between Sandy's legs, but he only met with a flaccid cock. Shy frowned. "I can fix that."

"It's not broken," Sandy countered. He rolled back onto his side and wiggled against Shy's body until they were spooning. "Put on your pajamas, if you want to, but I'm going to sleep."

Accepting that Sandy was serious, Shy rolled away from him and got out of bed.

*

"Shy! Sandy!"

The boys turned around and saw Claire waving wildly to them from the house. The stood up on the dock and made their way back to the house. Neither wanted their time alone to end, but in all fairness, they hadn't made the most of their time. They only had two nights alone. After Sandy's failed attempt to make love to Shy, they hadn't even tried the next night. Sandy put on his pajamas and went to bed before Shy was even ready. When Shy got into the bedroom, Sandy was fast asleep. Shy couldn't help but feel guilty for Sandy's attitude.

"Hi, Honey!" Claire said, hugging first Shy, then Sandy. Porter just nodded at them.

"How was your trip?" Shy asked, peering into the bag his mom held.

"It was good," Claire said with a laugh. She squeezed the bag closed so Shy couldn't see the contents. "That's for later. What did you two get up to while we were gone?"

Shy shrugged noncommittally, back to his usual self.

"Did you take your pills while I was gone?"

"Yes," Shy snapped.

Claire gave him an odd look. "Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine, mum," Shy said. "I'll be out back." He stalked out the door, headed toward the beach.

"Did something happen between you two?" Claire asked, turning to Sandy.

"I'd rather not talk about it," Sandy said evasively.

"Sandy," Porter rumbled.

"Don't push me right now, okay, Porter?" Sandy said. "I'll be in the car." He picked up his duffle bag and left the opposite way Shy went.

"This isn't good," Porter said.

"Maybe leaving them alone for a few days wasn't the best thing to do, after all." Claire pulled a bundle of fresh oranges out of the bag she held. "I was so excited to give these to Shy, too. He used to eat oranges all the time when he was younger. I used to tell him his lips would turn orange if he didn't calm down."

Porter patted her sympathetically on the shoulder. "I'll call you."

Claire watched him go with a feeling of sadness. Their weekend was so pleasant. Coming home to two angry boys was not what she planned.