A New Beginning (Sandy/Shy) R (6/?)

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Title: A New Beginning (6/?)
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: 1,805
Previous Chapters here



Things between Sandy and Shy remained tense as the summer bled on. They tried talking about their issues, but neither one seemed willing to compromise. Shy insisted Sandy was acting immature, and Sandy said that Shy was a close-minded prick. Neither wanted to let the fight go, and neither wanted to concede his side, which left them at a stalemate.

Shy almost told Sandy not to come back to work.

"Can you hand me that bucket?" Shy asked.

Sandy lobbed the bucket at Shy's feet.

"I said hand it to me!"

"Well, then be a little bit more specific next time! We both know I can't read your fucking mind!"

"Would you quit being such an asshole about that? I told you I didn't want to talk about it!"

"Of course not! You don't want to talk about anything! I keep my mouth shut, don't ask you any fucking questions about your past, but the second I ask you why you can't keep your mind on sex, you go ballistic on me!"

"You got up and put your trousers on!"

"Because you didn't want to talk!"

"I can't have a serious discussion and fuck you at that same time!"

"Well, then why didn't we talk after?" Sandy challenged, crossing his arms.

"There was no something to have an after! You went to sleep!"

Sandy opened his mouth and closed it with a snap. He and Shy were both breathing heavy with the force of their argument. The air around them was heated and charged in the tight cabin of the yacht they were cleaning. It wasn't a nick break from the outside; it was hot and stuffy without the air-conditioning on.

Sandy did the only other thing he could think of. He crashed his mouth against Shy's and pulled him down onto the bed behind them. They tore at each other's clothes, fighting to get naked. A little spit and a quick jerk of his hips was all Shy needed to get inside Sandy's body. Sandy thankfully had enough sense to spread a towel across the bed to prevent staining it with his cum.

Shy collapsed next to him, sweating and panting like he'd just run a marathon. He pulled his bandana off and wiped his face with it.

"We forgot a condom," was the first coherent thought Shy could muster.

Sandy rolled into his side, giggling like a loon. "Good thing I can't get pregnant."

"Come on," Shy said, running a hand over Sandy's bared side. "We'll be more than fucked if we don't get out of here."

*

"You're odd," Sandy said affectionately.

This time, they were laying on their sides facing one another on the tiny twin bed Sandy slept on at Porter's rented house.

"So," Shy whispered.

"Tell me about Andrea," Sandy said suddenly, tilting his head to the side.

Shy's features darkened. "Why?"

"Because." Sandy moved closer until he could nuzzle his head under Shy's chin and wrap his arms around the man's body. They lay like that for several long moments.

"She was the first person I ever loved."

Sandy remained quiet, allowing Shy to speak. "She was . . . well, you saw her. She was so beautiful. Before all the drugs, at least." Shy sighed. "I thought I'd be with her forever, you know?" He made a noise of disgust. "Now you have to tell me why you wanted to know."

"Curiosity, mostly. You're so quiet."

"How do you think I got my nickname?"

"See, I don't even know your real name."

"It's Shiloh. Shy wasn't much of a stretch."

"I like it."

"I don't. I don't think anyone on the island even remembers my real name."

"Doesn't that bother you, though? Carrying around a name that you got from, well, where you got it?"

"No." Shy's answer was definitive. "I've had a lot of bad stuff happen in my life. I guess being called Shy is like my badge of honour. And I'm a completely different person than I was when I was Shiloh."

Sandy made a noise of acknowledgement and wiggled against Shy's body. "It will be so nice when we've got out own place. We won't have to sneak around like this anymore."

Shy pulled himself up far enough to look at Sandy. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, I'm talking about moving in with you. I told you I want to stay here. And with the way things are going between Porter and your mom, I might not have to leave at all."

Shy stood up, facing away from Sandy, and pulled his jeans on. His shirt came next. He even unwound the bandana from around his wrist and slid it back into his hair.

"Shy?" Sandy asked, sitting up. "What's wrong? What? Was it something I said? Shy, talk to me." Sandy stayed resolutely nude. He saw no reason to leave yet.

"Sandy--" Shy said and stopped. He dropped to his knees in front of Sandy and took his hands. "Sandy, I don't think you understand. We're from two different world, you and I. But our time together is only temporary. This can't go on forever." Shy's eyes were serious, but Sandy couldn't accept what he was saying.

"But I don't want to go home, Shy. I don't want to leave you. I can't. Not now."

"Sandy, you don't have a choice. This island isn't a good place for someone like you. Do you remember how I got these scars?" Shy asked, running his fingertips over the left side of his face.

"Yeah," Sandy said nervously, licking his lips. "from your ex-girlfriend's brother."

"Do you know what I did in retaliation?"

Sandy's eyes grew wide. He shook his head.

"I shot him, Sandy. I shot him and I killed him and I got away with it."

Sandy pulled his hands out of Shy's grip.

"I understand if you don't want to see me again," Shy said softly.

Sandy turned his face up to Shy. His eyes were sad, but dry. "Shy, nothing you say is going to make me stop loving you. So unless you plan on killing me, I'm in it for the long haul."

Shy laughed humourlessly. "I don't think you understand what I'm saying."

"Oh, I get it all right," Sandy countered. "If you're trying to dump me, Shy, then just fucking do it. Don't worry about sparing my feelings now."

"Sandy." Shy's features softened. "Sandy, you are the single best thing that has ever happened to me."

"Then why are you pushing me away?" Sandy asked, sounding more petulant than he meant.

"It's complicated."

"Oh, fuck that. Our whole fucking lives are complicated. If you don't want to or can't do this, then just fucking tell me because until you do, I'm not giving up on you."

Shy sighed loudly through his nose. He grabbed Sandy's face in his hands and kissed him hard. "You know I love you right?" he rested his forehead against Sandy's, sharing air.

"I love you, too," Sandy said, diving in for another kiss.

The sound of the screen door slamming broke them apart.

"Sandy?" Porter called. "Are you home?"

The boys hastily pulled their clothes on and tried to make it look like they weren't doing what Porter would think they were doing. Even though they were doing it.

Sandy walked out of his room casually with Shy following.

Porter frowned. "What are you two doing?"

"Nothing," they said together.

Porter gave them a once-over but couldn't seem to find a reason to accuse them of doing any more than nothing. "Well, Sandy, I need your help on the boat today."

Sandy groaned, but Porter's glare cut him off. "What do you think I brought you here for? I said you could put off college as long as you were working. Today I need you to work."

Shy gave Sandy a quick kiss on the cheek. "I should go anyway. Bye, Porter."

When the screen door shut behind Shy, Porter turned back to Sandy. "I don't want you getting too close to that boy."

Sandy's eyes narrowed in anger. "What's that supposed to mean? You can date his mother, but I can't date him?"

"We're adults, Sandy."

"And what am I? A fucking child? you're not my guardian anymore, Porter! I'm an adult!"

"Really?" Porter's eyes flashed with anger. "In that case, you're fired!"

"Good! I don't need your money, anyway!"

"Is that so? Then get out of my house! If you're so good at supporting yourself, then I'd like to see you do it!"

Sandy stomped out the way Shy had gone.

Porter regretted his words as soon as Sandy left, but he couldn't take them back now. Undoubtedly, Sandy would storm over to Shy's house. And that's just what he did.

He had nowhere else to go.

Sandy wrapped his knuckles on Shy's front door. The man appeared a moment later.

"Shy, who is it?"

"It's Sandy, mum!" Shy called back. "What's up, mate? I thought you had to work."

"Can we talk?" Sandy asked, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

"Yeah, sure." Shy turned back into the house for a moment. "Mum, I'm going for a walk!" he called before joining Sandy on the porch.

They set off for the beach behind Shy's house--there was nowhere else they could really go.

Shy sat down on the sand while Sandy paced in front of him.

"So what happened?"

"Porter and I got into a fight and he sort of kicked me out."

"Sort of kicked you out?"

"Okay, he kicked me out and now I need a place to stay," Sandy said in one breath.

Shy stared up at him, his expression uneasy. "I don't know, Sandy. I mean, I'd have to ask my mum . . ."

"Please? I don't have anywhere else to go."

Shy sighed. "Things at my house are tense as it is. I mean, I haven't exactly been the model son."

"You know I don't have anywhere else to go."

"You could apologize to Porter. I'm sure he didn't really mean to throw you out."

"Shy, whose side are you on?" Sandy asked indignantly.

"Whoa," Shy said, holding up his hands in defence. "I didn't know there were sides. You just had a fight with your Uncle."

"Just a fight? You call throwing me out 'just a fight'?"

"Well, it's not like you've got anywhere to go, so how could he actually throw you out?"

Sandy just stared at him. "You're right. I don't have anywhere to go." He turned and began stomping back up to the road.

"Sandy!" Shy called. He sighed in frustration. As much as he hated seeing the boy upset, he wasn't about to run after him.