Coarse

He'd never actually kissed anyone. He'd thought about it, of course. Thought of soft, warm lips meeting his. Cautious, shy and gentle. It was how hed always thought his first kiss would be. But that was before Zombieland, before everything had gone to Hell. Now he was being held down, SUV carpet leaving burns on his arms, coarse stubble scraping against his chin, and chapped lips pressing down on his in uncoordinated lust.

Decadent

Tallahassee was a crazy motherfucker, Columbus knew that. Expected it. Came to depend on it. But this was unfair, insane, and completely unappreciated. He had no idea where Tallahassee had found the god damn costume, or how the insane jack ass expected him to defend himself wearing it, and he certainly did not think it was quite as hilarious as Wichita and Little Rock seemed to think. He tried glaring at them.

"Hugh knew how to dress his bitches." Tallahassee stated as he eyed Columbus, who began sputtering at the older man. "Wadda ya say spitfuck? Wanna be my bunny?"

Furtive

Furtive hands were reaching for him, quiet and unnoticed by the other occupants of the Hummer. Tallahassee wouldn't have even realized the boy was touching him if it hadn't been for the cold in his fingers. He glanced over to Columbus, but the kid was looking out the window.

He looked down to the fingers barely touching his hand and frowned. A moment later he let out a put-upon grunt, fixed his eyes out his own window, and grabbed Columbus' hand in his own, startling the boy and calling attention to the girls in the front seat. Wichita turned, saw their clasped hands, and averted her gaze back to the road.

"So, does this mean you two are butt fuck buddies now?" Little Rock asked.

Hunger

Columbus had always been a shut in. No dates, no friends, no parties, and certainly no one night stands. He'd never kissed and never gotten laid. He did have the internet, of course, and tended to make use of it on those lonely Friday nights. But even back then he'd never had a very active libido. He guessed it was because he never known what real sex was like, because he knew for a fact that right now all he wanted to do was jump that back water hick and get fucked senseless. Tallahassee squinted down at the boy beside him.

"Round two?" Columbus whispered hopefully. Tallahassee's squint became a glare as he reached over for his pants and a blanket.

"Sure, you go right ahead." Tallahassee stated, pulled his pants on and rolled over and promptly slipped into dreams. Columbus sighed.

"Its just you and me." He muttered forlornly to his sweat covered palm.

Innocent

Tallahassee set his gaze on the younger man. Curly brown hair stretched out in the sopping rain, sweatshirt drenched and probably weighing twice as much as it should. Columbus was smiling, eyes closed, arms outstretched. It was childish and cute and so damn innocent that Tallahassee had to look away. Look down to their feet where blood and gore had slipped off of them in the downpour, trailing off into the street. When his gaze returned to the boys face he saw eyes looking at him, expectant, waiting for something.

"God damn it kid." he muttered before closing the distance between them, wrapping his fingers in brown wet locks, and sealing their mouths together. He stumbled towards the Hummer, pinning Columbus against the door, biting the boys throat and feeling soft, partially calloused fingers working their way into his rain soaked pants. 'No, not really innocent after all' Tallahassee thought.


Authors Note:

So, they don't all have the word in them, but WTFE, it's mostly about the theme, anyway. Also, for the truly slow (as I know I can sometimes be) in Decadent, Columbus has been put in a bunny suit. Presumably while sleeping, but who knows, maybe Tallahassee forceably stripped him then shoved him into it. That might be a little sexy...