Title: Barn Yard Dance
Author: kieta_seraphim
Band(s)/Fandom(s): Motorcity
Rating: M/NC-17
Paring(s): TexasxDutch,
Genre: smut, pure unadulterated smut (well oral smut)
Warnings: Sex, boyxboy, spoilers for "Going Dutch", Dub-con
Comments: Fill for kink meme prompt: "Zombie!Texas corners Dutch alone in a warehouse. Zombie!Texas doesn't really attack Dutch when pins him down, instead, he becomes very "handsy". Dutch struggles with him but then starts to give in when Zombie!Texas starts "doing things" to him with his super long tongue."
One shot/ chapters: One-shot
Summary: Dutch finds out that not all zombies are out for brains.
Word count: 1088
Barn Yard Dance
Somehow it shouldn't have come to this. Dutch had been working on the cure when the zombies had come up all too quickly. In order to keep from getting infected, Dutch had no choice but to run off. He stumbled into the nearest building, sliding metal bar to lock the door in place. Roth had went against some of the zombies to help Dutch and he hoped the little guy was alright. He had other problems to worry about too. Mainly how to get back to where he could continue working on the cure for this mess.
The room he had stumbled into was well not a room at all. It was more of a large storage shed or a warehouse. Yes a warehouse was more like it. There were small piles of various junk lying about in no semblance of organization. Maybe there was something in here that he could use. Dutch rushed towards the biggest pile near the far corner from which he'd entered. However he failed to notice that a zombie had hidden itself near the pile in question.
Dutch let out a sound of surprise as he felt arms wrapping around his waist. He attempted to shove at whatever it was behind him in some attempt to escape. "Get away from me!" He shouted, still trying in vain to push the zombie away.
The zombie however was too strong for him and Dutch found himself spun around and shoved painfully up against the wall. That would certainly bruise. He twisted away, and they tumbled to the ground. Rough hands moved from his waist to his wrists successfully pinning him against the wall. Immediately he lashed out, kicking at his attacker, unfortunately for him, the kicks seem to be having no effect. Dutch turned his face enough to get a look at his attacker. His eyes widened in surprise to find it was Texas. "Hey Tex, its me!" He pushed at Texas with his legs succeeding in pushing the zombified burner back a few inches but that was it. "Snap out of it man!"
Rough finger tips brushed strangely gentle against the insides of his wrists and Dutch immediately kicked out again. It was a completely normal action. Texas had done it many times before but having Zombie Texas do it was not something that Dutch was prepared for. Nor was he quite prepared for the sound of his fly being zipped down. Dutch's eyes roamed to the are in question and was greeted with the erotic sight of Texas pulling down the fly of his jeans with his teeth. Dutch couldn't help but shudder as Texas' hot breath washed over the bulge in his pants. He was almost on the verge of giving in and letting it happen when Texas's hands let go of his wrists. Without waiting for an engraved invitation, Dutch twisted his body and tried to scramble to his feet.
He didn't get far before Texas growled and grabbed his wrists again before slamming him back against the wall. Dutch gasped as the impact knocked the wind out of his body. The zombie simply returned to what he was doing, tugging Dutch's underwear out of the way. Dutch's words of protest were stuck in his chest as he tried to catch his breath again. But he pushes at Texas' head in an attempt to keep the zombified burner away from his dick. His attempts were feeble as Texas simply pushed his hands away, mouth hovering just over Dutch's groan before sliding his tongue along the length of Dutch's dick.
And Dutch couldn't help but think it felt abnormally long but he wasn't going to look and see. No he was going to keep his eyes tightly closed and hope this was all some sick and twisted dream. But for a dream it feels way too good, the way Texas' tongue make slow passes over his dick, the quick licks at the slit. Dutch could feel himself reacting under Texas' ministrations.
Dutch relaxed some as Texas' tongue continued to wind itself around his dick. His hips bucked up into the warmth of Texas' mouth. Texas deep throated him as he thrust his hips up, and Dutch shuddered at the feeling of teeth scraping lightly against the underside of his dick. Hands awkwardly reach, one ended up grasping at cloth like material left on the warehouse floor, the other knocked Texas' hat slightly askew. The zombiefied burner growls, the sound reverberating down Dutch's dick and he almost came right then and there. Instead he bites down so hard on his bottom lip that he draws blood. Somewhere in the back of his mind he hopes that zombies aren't attracted to blood like sharks but his mind is so clouded in lust that he wouldn't care if they were.
Texas' tongue maneuvered along his dick a couple more times and the fingers of his Dutch's hand attempted to grasp at Texas' hat once more. He wanted nothing more than to burry his fingers into Texas hair but the hat was preventing him from doing that. Though the moment he managed to knock the hat off, the zombified burner growled once more and scraped his teeth along the side of Dutch's dick. It was in that moment that Dutch found himself coming into Texas' mouth. The other teen swallowed, drawing his tongue around Dutch's dick to capture every drop, licking him clean before pulling back. The feeling of Texas' overly long tongue already had the warm feeling pooling in his stomach once more. By the time that Texas was done, he almost hard once more.
Texas pulled back to stare at Dutch as if waiting for him to recover.
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I'm not quite satisfied with this. But per the kink meme specifications. I'm ending it here. Though I'll probably turn it into a double-shot and continue. That is, if people care to see the rest.