Title: Room with a View
Author: simarillion
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Shia LaBeouf/Zac Efron
Rating: R (overall)
Beta: draft version (unbetaed)
Word Count: 1,306 (total: 11,235)
Warning: AU, Voyeurism, M/M

Summary: When Shia gets grounded for a month by his dad, he starts spending his time watching his neighbours. One neighbour is of particular interest to him.

Disclaimer: Some of the persons mentioned are real, but there’s nothing real about the story. The events and the interactions are wholly invented, and I do not claim to know anything about the real persons, or their private lives.
This story is made up, and I do not claim to know anything about the characters privat life, and/or their sexual preferences. No money is made with the writing of this piece of fiction.

Author’s Note: This is actually a fic inspired by Shia’s Disturbia. When the question arose about the interest in Disturbia slash, I thought to myself, what if Shia hadn’t watched his young female but his young male neighbour? Here is what might have happened, RPS-style.


Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five



Part Five

There’s an unwritten law somewhere that first kisses are supposed to be crap. Shia is sure that they are doing their best in proving that it’s true. Even if he never wondered what kissing would be like, it definitely ought to be better than the messy and uncoordinated mauling they are doing.

Zac seems to know at least a little bit what they are doing, but Shia has absolutely no idea. First they bump their heads, and then Shia hits his nose. Once they’re finally kissing, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, and so he nervously rests them on Zac’s shoulders.

His hands are sweaty, and his heart beats so hard and loud, he feels like it might explode in his chest any minute now. Blood rushes in his ears, and if he gets any more nervous, he’ll pass out.

Zac’s wandering hands roam over his body, until they come to a rest on Shia’s hips. With every second they are kissing, the grip tightens, and he’s sure that in the morning he’ll have bruises where the fingers are digging in. The thought of having visual prove of this night time adventure warms him.

When they have to break for breath, he pants heavily. His eyes flicker from Zac’s darkened eyes to the spit shiny lips, which are bruised. Shia shivers as he imagines what this mouth can do to him besides kissing.

“Come to the bed.” His hold on the other boy’s shoulders tightens, and he pulls Zac after him, towards the bed.

As he bumps against the sideboard of it, Shia remembers the condition of his mattress, and he quickly turns around to spread the cover over it. Once he’s sure that they’ll not roll around in his drying release, he climbs onto the bed, tugging on the other’s hand, to have him join Shia.

Once more with the bumping, and hitting, and then they are tangled together and making out. And this time the kissing is just beyond perfect. He has Zac lying under him, and they are wrapping themselves around each other like they are snakes. Hands everywhere. Lips everywhere.

When he starts paying special attention to the other’s throat, and chest – they had gotten rid of the shirts only minutes into their making out session – Zac does this totally hot sigh-moan, which has Shia continue and increase the ministrations which produce the sound.

The fact that his parents are sleeping in the rooms next to his, pops up, only to be replaced by the fevered thoughts and images of what he wants to do with the other boy. And now that he has him in his bed, he can try them out; can make his wishes and dreams become reality.

Zac’s hands on his back, sliding down, and into his shorts, distract him momentarily, but he’s right back on track, when the squirming below him, results in the rubbing of their groins. This time it is Shia who groans, and he intensifies his rubbing against the body under him.

Their touching and exploring gets bolder with every sigh and shudder, and soon their kissing and grabbing is stopped, to allow them to focus on their grinding their hard ons together, until first Zac and then Shia shudders with release.

Unlike his solitary orgasm only shortly before, this time Shia feels like he’s flying. The hormone induced high in combination with the sight of the equally spaced out boy in his bed, has him deeply satisfied.

Now that the tension is lower, they go once more back to kissing. Their kisses are far less aggressive and desperate now. It’s more like they’re in the position to enjoy and savour them better.

“So, you gonna tell me, why you watched me all the time?” They are lying opposite each other, and their eyes are glued to the other’s face.

“I thought you were the hottest guy, no person, I’d ever seen.”

“Is that so?” There is a teasing note in Zac’s voice.

Shia has to swallow, as the other boy’s fingers run over his stomach and downwards.

“Yes.”

“Well, you’re pretty hot yourself.”

The fingers find their target, and they are wrapped around his cock. Slowly Zac strokes him into hardness. More like, into half-hardness. Coming twice in such a short time, is even for a boy his age too much. But still the touches feel good, and soon Shia is returning the favour.

Their breathing once more speeds up to pants and sighs, but this time they are quieter than before.

As he nears his completion, Zac starts shivering, and his rhythm on Shia’s cock becomes irratic, the touches lighter. And then he completely stops the ministrations, and comes a second time in a shudder and a soft moan.

Shia drinks the sight in. He’s sure that there’s nothing hotter than the way Zac’s swollen lips part, and his eyes go all soft. The knowledge that it’s him who’s making the other boy look like that, is an even greater rush, and he decides right there and then, that he wants to see it as many times as possible in the future.

Silence fills the room as they continue to lie there, just looking at each other. Only this evening, Shia had thought a situation like this to be impossible. And now he has had sex with the very person, he’d been obsessing over.

“I should get back home.”

“Yeah.”

But neither of them moves. They stay still.

“I really have to leave.” This time Zac gets up and starts picking up his clothes.

Shia watches him getting dressed, but he doesn’t say a word. His eyes follow every movement the other boy makes, and when Zac is fully clothed again, Shia climbs off the bed as well, slinging the wrinkled and stained cover around him.

“Will you come over in the morning?” There’s no nervousness in his voice, but inside he can feel the heartbeat speeding up. The answer to this question is important. It’s even more important than the sex they had.

“Sure. Same time like today?” The security and calmness with which the other answers, calms him down.

“Okay.”

For a second it looks like Zac will lean in to kiss him, but then the other boy just nods at him, and turns around.

Silently Shia follows him to the open window, where he watches the other climb outside and down from the roof, making his way to the neighbour house. From the distance Zac looks like a shadow moving over the lawn and through the garden, finally disappearing inside the other house.

He keeps his watch at the window for a little longer, until he can once more see the shadow, but this time it is moving in the room furthest left on the first floor. The black shape stops in the middle of the room, and then nears the window, facing Shia’s house. Suddenly a lamp is switched on, and he can make out Zac’s features. The other boy waves at him and then slowly takes off his clothes.

The display has Shia groan, but he lets his cover drop as well. He’ll give as good as he gets.

To his disappointment, once Zac is undressed he waves another time, and then switches the light off again.

Shia remains standing at the window, as he watches the other get to bed, and only ten minutes after there’s been no movement in the other room, he returns to his own bed, his covers in his arms.

Tiredly he rolls up in them and closes his eyes. He can smell the sweat and the scent of their sperm in the sheets and the cover. The images of what transpired less than an hour ago flashes up in his mind, and Shia falls asleep with memories of a dream come true.



The End