It had been an honest mistake the first time he touched Ellis's ass.
The next twenty or so times however were not mistakes.
It was an escape. Whenever the two of them came together. More often than not, they were dirty and sweaty, all hands and mouths. This ceased to bother them long ago. They were just grateful, both for their lives and each other.
This gratitude was expressed in a multitude of ways. Even now, he never ceased to bite his lip, and look upon his partner with the tenderest of eyes, asking for what he still couldn't say. Those damn gorgeous eyes that were way more open than the man who possessed them. Eyes that still couldn't decide what color they were. Ellis swore they changed every day.
The younger man smiled and nodded his consent, shivering against the warm waves that threatened to consume him as large yet deft hands ran down his chest and dry lips kissed and sucked at the sensitive flesh of his neck. His own hand was clamped over his mouth, holding back the soft moans that were drawn from him so easily. His lips were always sore now, loved raw from rough kisses or bitten harshly, trying not to make a sound.
At first he thought these little moments meant something different to each of them.
But no, Nick never fucked Ellis. He was always hesitant, gentle to a fault at times. And the smouldering looks he shot at the mechanic were too much. This wasn't fucking. No. This was making love.
The phrase itself had always sounded silly. Didn't make sense till now.
It was a surprise, a good one though. Though he had always suspected there was far more to Nick than he let on.
He always made sure that Ellis was ready and prepared to take him, never out just for his own pleasure. No one was ever left unsatisfied. Heh. Satisfied, what an understatement. Maybe it was just because human interaction was so reduced now, but what they had together was nothing short of perfect.
It was new territory for Nick, in a hell of a lot more ways than one. But he knew what felt good in general and gladly spent the time learning each little thing that made Ellis's toes curl. There was nothing he loved more, seeing the red hot blush spread from Ellis's cheeks all the way down his tanned chest, watching and feeling his muscles twitching.
These brief moments of togetherness were made somehow more special by the secrecy of it all. They didn't even have to say anything, just a look was exchanged and they knew it was time to find a semi-secluded space. The other members of their little group never said anything about their frequent scouting together. If they knew something, they didn't bother saying so.
At times they too would act like it were random.
Ellis had lost count of the amount of times Nick had pulled him around a corner or into a dilapidated building by his hand, stealing kiss after kiss from desperate lips. These were brief, but fulfilling moments of respite. Ellis was also guilty of bumping or rubbing Nick's legs under a table now and then. And the healing… well, with healing their hands might've lingered just a bit too long.
They were almost happy. Almost able to forget about all the horrible things happening in the world that existed outside of the two of them. And they both clung to this happiness with all that they had left.
If nothing else, they still had each other.
