Disclaimer: I do not own Left 4 Dead that is all Valve, but that don't mean a girl can't have fun with the characters.
{MxM smut...don't read it if you don't like it...}
Ellis rolled over onto his hands and knees breathing heavily, "Hol-ee shit…"
"Is everyone alright?" Coach huffed from where he leant against the wall clutching his shotgun tightly.
"Yeah," Rochelle swallowed a large breath, "Damn, where the hell did they all come from?"
"Fucking whore," Nick hissed dropping his ax to the ground and whipping his white jacket off.
"Did she get you Nick?" Coach looked over at the gambler as he unbuttoned his blue shirt cussing slightly.
"That fucking bitch," Nick unbuttoned the shirt fully and looked down at his battered and bloodied chest, "The slut crying whore! God dammit!"
Rochelle hissed and pulled her health pack off her back, "You need to get cleaned up Nick."
"Well no shit," Nick snapped pulling his blue shirt off to try and keep it away from the blood; though in a Zombie Apocalypse the shirt had already gone to shit.
"Do you need help?" Rochelle asked.
"No," Nick held his hand out for the pack and was given it gingerly, "Thanks."
It was dry, but it was still a thanks and Rochelle took it as she turned to Coach, "We should check around and see if we can find anything."
Coach nodded at the idea, "Yeah, Ellis you stay here with Nick while Ro and I scout out the warehouse." He turned leading the way deeper into the warehouse leaving the two men; Nick moved to sit against the wall as Ellis stayed on all fours.
Ellis nodded, but he was staring at Nick, no…Nick's chest. He gulped as the older man gently wiped at his chest removing the excess blood coming from newly made scratches. The only thing against the conman's chest was the bruises and scars, but other than that it was in good shaped: toned, smooth, and looking very touchable. Ellis bit his tongue and closed his eyes, pull yerself together man. You're a guy! He's a guy!
"Overalls," Ellis's eyes snapped open and he looked over at Nick.
"Y-y-yeah?" Ellis blinked at him.
"I need your help," Nick held out a roll of bandages with a distasteful look of having to ask for help.
Ellis put his rifle on the ground and slightly crawled over to Nick; he took the bandages and tried to think of a way to wrap this around the conman.
Nick sighed, "Start by wrapping it around from my back."
Ellis stared at him still unsure where to situate himself.
Nick sighed deeper and gestured to in front of him, "Just sit on your knees."
Ellis gave a small nod before moving to adjust himself kneeling over Nick's lap, "Just wrap it all around?"
"Yeah," Nick rasped.
Ellis unraveled a bit of the bandage and wrapped his arms around Nick to start wrapping it around him. Each time it went around his back Ellis would lean closer to him unintentionally to make sure it lined up well with the other strips.
Nick closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of the man pressing his chest closer to his face with each go around of the bandage. There was a slight pause and he opened his eyes to see Ellis move his head to look over Nick's shoulder to secure the bandage. Nick turned into the hick's neck getting a stronger scent of Georgian sweetness making his lustfulness start to take control, but he bit his tongue and turned his head the other way knowing very well that Ellis group as a God-Fearing Child.
Ellis crawled backwards and off the older man getting to his feet, "Good as new."
Nick looked down at his neatly bandaged chest wishing that instead of the itchy fabric against his skin it was Ellis's calloused experienced hands of a well taught mechanic. He forced the thought out and cleared his throat, "Thanks El."
"Yeah," Ellis rubbed at the back of his neck, "What happened out there?"
"Well from what I collected before everything went to shit," Nick collected his shirt feeling grateful for the new distraction, "You and Rochelle were standing by a house shifting through some ammo or whatever by that bush while Coach and I were looking through the broken into cars knowing we'd find jack shit. I looked over at you two to make sure you didn't wander off somewhere, but instead I see a Charger making a mad dash at the two of you from inside the house…I figured the most it would do was break the window and alert you two to its presence, but I was unaware of the house having a fucking alarm."
"So that's what tipped the zombies off!" Ellis nodded, "but what about you?"
Nick finished buttoning his shirt and pushed up the sleeves, "Coach went running back to you guys as did I, but a Smoker grabbed my fucking ankle and pulled me back into the street where, big surprise, a Witch was sitting crying her bloody eyes out. The fucker pulled me right into her, she lashed out cutting the tongue and I tried to scramble back, but she jumped me ripping at my chest. Lady Luck must love me because she gave me the moment to get my magnum and shove it in the whore's mouth ending her screaming wails. Fuck that shit I had to get back and help you guys."
"Yeah, ya stopped that Smoker from dragging me away," Ellis said, "Thanks for that by the way."
Nick shrugged getting off the floor, "Don't mention it. I wanted revenge on the bastard anyways."
Ellis grinned at this and Nick smiled back at him. Their eyes stayed connected for a moment longer, but before either could say anything Rochelle and Coach returned.
"Okay, so it seems we got three places where we can sleep," Coach shouldered his shotgun, "The office, the locker room, and a lounge like place with a couch."
"Ro should get the couch," Ellis stated, "I don't care where I sleep."
"I dibs sharing a room with the kid," Nick said quickly, but backed it up with, "Coach you snore like a heard of stampeding elephants…I'll take my chances with the kid who talks in his sleep."
"I do not," Ellis mumbled.
"Alright, well then I'll take the locker room," Coach pulled his pants up by the belt, "the office has four chairs so y'all can figure that out for yourself."
"What about watch?" Nick asked.
"I'll be taking first watch," Coach responded, "Then you, Ro and then Ellis."
"Sounds like a plan," Nick grabbed his jacket and ax off the ground, "I'm going to bed then."
"You youngins should too," Coach directed this at Ellis and Rochelle getting nods.
Nick turned walking off to find the office, Ellis bounding after him. The conman found the supposed room and pushed open the door flicking on a fluorescent light, "Coach found a generator I take it."
"Sounds like it," Ellis added walking in and shutting the door. He dropped his guns and health pack to floor, his bat followed in pursuit and he dropped into one of the cheap chairs against the blind covered windows. He watched Nick go around behind the desk and sit in the large black chair where he kicked his feet up on the desk and put his hands behind his head.
Something caught Ellis's attention on the desk and he got up going around by Nick's side and shoving the wheelie chair slightly causing Nick's feet to fall, "Hey!"
Ellis pushed papers aside until he found what he was looking, "Well shit this guy had a thing for cars."
Nick leaned forward and grabbed the desk to pull himself back to the center bumping Ellis out of the way as he did so.
"Hey!"
"Payback," Nick opened the top draw trying to focus on what was inside it instead of Ellis who, for some unknown Goddamn reason, had perched himself up on the desk to flip through the magazine. Nick shifted through the useless papers before moving onto the next draw, but Ellis gave off a groan and Nick's eyes shifted to him.
"I missed it!"
"Missed what?"
"The Midnight Riders Concert!" Ellis closed the magazine and put it back on the desk.
"Okay for starters we technically attended one at the amusement park, they suck by the way, and two they can't even get real publicity so they advertise in a magazine that no one cares to read."
"I read it," Ellis folded his arms across his chest pouting.
"Point made," Nick stood up to go over to the filing cabinets by the front of the office. He opened the draws and found a very, very well unopened pack of cigarettes, "Thank you God." He opened it, lit one and sighed happily. He turned around in time to see Ellis crawl fully onto the desk making his way to sit on the edge closest to Nick. It was by far one of the greatest scenes Nick has ever witnessed; he swallowed the lump in his throat and put the pack in his pocket and was starting to find it hard to not focus on the situation at hand. He was alone in a room with Ellis who was crawling around on desk looking sexier every passing moment and his crotch was starting to protest to the surpassed need of wanting to touch the hick. He couldn't take it anymore. He threw his cigarette on the ground and put it out with his foot before slowly walking towards Ellis who lifted an eyebrow, "Nick?"
Nick froze a foot away from the hick and ran the scenario in his head, Okay Nicky-Boy, two things could happen right now. One you can make your move and hope to whatever God there is that the kid will enjoy it or two you can make your move and get extremely rejected and walk around with blue balls for the rest of the fucking apocalypse. Option two seemed much more likely and he turned around cussing to himself mentally.
Ellis, confused as could be, jumped off the desk and reached out touching Nick's back, "Nick, you okay?"
Now he's done it, Nick turned swiftly and pushed his body against Ellis's ramming the kid into the desk, his hands fell on either side of the hick pinning him between the gambler and the desk.
"N-N-Nick, w-w-what are y'doing?" Ellis's eyes were wide with shock and he looked up at Nick, but the man's head was bent and looking down.
Ellis tried to wiggle up and onto the desk to get away, but Nick spoke, "Don't do that."
Ellis stopped moving and an instant panic filled him at the situation, "Tell me what y're doing then."
"Debating," Nick didn't look up.
"A-a-about what?" Ellis gulped and finally Nick's green eyes met his.
"Doing this," Nick whispered before pressing his lips to Ellis's softly, caressing them ever so gently. He pulled away, but Ellis mumbled something, "What?"
"Don't do that," Ellis said a little louder.
Nick's whole being crashed to the floor and he stepped back creating distant between the two of them, "I'm sorry…" Nick never apologized, never, but this was real and he needed to say it so that the kid knew he was sorry for doing that…hell he was even feeling sorry for himself.
Ellis blinked at him and instantly arms were around Nick's neck pulling him back to pin Ellis to the desk their lips meeting again.
Nick reached up grabbing the southerner's arms to pull away, "But I thought you just said don't do that…"
Ellis looked up at him, "I meant stopping, don't stop."
Nick's heart soared and he captured Ellis's lips wrapping his arms around the slender frame of the younger man. A shiver ran through his body at the sudden feel of Ellis's hands going into his hair. He pried open the Georgian's mouth and let his tongue in to taste what he's wanted to taste for so long. Electricity jolted through his body and he lifted Ellis up onto the desk never separating their lips. Ellis's hands slid from his hair and down to the dress shirt undoing the buttons quickly. As Ellis's hands finished their task Nick pulled the shirt off and broke the heavy kiss to whip off the kid's hat and pull his shirt over his head.
Ellis stretched his arms back knocking the files and trinkets off the desk letting them clatter to the floor, it crossed his mind for a moment that it would cause Rochelle or Coach to come and check on them, but he couldn't stop. He pushed back onto the desk and turned his body to lie down on it.
Nick watched Ellis lay in front of him and tangled his fingers into the golden brown locks as his other hand dragged a finger down his farmboy made chest. He let the hand stop at the coveralls' knot before looking back up at the kid's chest then face, "God Ellis you are so fucking sexy…you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."
"No I didn't," Ellis said plainly sitting up slightly, "If I had I would've told you t'shut the hell up and get to it."
Nick gave off a lustful growl and attacked his lips moving the hand in his hair to the back of his neck while the hand by the knot undid it skillfully.
Ellis gasped at the sudden intrusion of his boxers; his hand came up cupping the back of Nick's head pressing their mouths closer together tangling their tongues once again. Ellis pulled back to kiss Nick's chin, jawline, then his neck planting a brand new love bite to make up for his lost one.
Nick shivered at the neediness the kid was giving off and curled his hand around Ellis's hardness getting a startled gasp and his hand pulled away. Nick looked at Ellis, "What did I do?"
"Let's get this straight Nick," Ellis's blue irises drilled into Nick's green and he sat up fully reaching down to undo Nick's belt, "You will na'just stand there and try your hardest to please me," the belt fell to the floor, "because quite frankly Nick," Ellis successfully undid Nick's pants and pushed them down past his hips, "I wanna hear you beg."
Nick's eyes went wide, "Where in the hell did this Ellis come from?"
Ellis shrugged, "Not sure, but if you don't like it." Ellis turned back to his coveralls beginning to tie them again.
"I never said that," Nick interrupted, "I just didn't think you had it in you."
"Me neither," Ellis gave a lopsided grin and slid a hand down Nick's chest going past the boxers, "but I guess we'll find out."
Nick licked his lips, "Yeah we will."
Ellis went to add something, but the room went black and he gave off a yip.
"Dammit," Nick removed Ellis's hand and chuckled as a whimper sounded, "I'm getting a light hold your horses."
"Fine," Ellis whimpered in the dark, "but I get bored of waiting."
"It won't take long," Nick made sure to remove the remainder of his clothes aside from his boxers so to not trip over them. He went to the door and found Ellis's guns; he grabbed the pistol and flicked the light on. He shinned it on the door first to see if there was a lock, there was, it wasn't locked, now it was. He sat the gun on the cabinet letting a stream of light hit the top half of Ellis.
Nick went back to the hick, but this time got onto the large desk to hover over him, "Ellis I'm only going to ask this once."
"What?"
"Are you sure?"
"About what?"
"This, what's about to happen because quite frankly you are a God-Fearing Child," Nick pointed out, "Are you sure about this?"
Ellis stared up at him, but didn't give a verbal response. His now coveralls-less legs wrapped around Nick's waist lifting himself slightly off the desk, "I'm sure'bout you."
"Good enough for me," Nick unraveled Ellis's legs so he could reach a hand between them and underneath Ellis's boxers once again, "Oh and Ellis…"
"Yeah, Nick?"
"You won't be hearing me beg tonight," Nick curled his hand, "that'll be all you."
"In your dreams," Ellis scoffed.
"Every fucking night," Nick confirmed, "and each of those dreams I made you scream for me…so Ellis…I wanna hear you scream."
"B-b-but Coach and Rochelle," ah, there was the Ellis he knew; "they're like three rooms away."
"Frankly my dear I don't give a damn," Nick grinned at him as his hand started to move under the fabric.
Ellis bucked slightly, "N-Nick…"
"What?"
"I-I," he bit his lip as Nick didn't stop his motions, "I've never…b-b-been with a guy before."
"Well no shit Sherlock," Nick looked down at him, "I knew that…that's why I plan on taking it slow…I wouldn't want to overwhelm you."
"Shit, Nick," Ellis chuckled airy, "I've wanted you since the moment y'called me El just to spite meh."
"Damn kid, I've wanted you since you came bounding out of that gas station with Coach and Rochelle," Nick sniggered and removed his hand making Ellis whine audibly loud.
"Why did you stop?" Ellis whined.
"Because," Nick lifted an eyebrow as he watched one of Ellis's hands inch down his chest towards his boxers, "Oh, no you don't. I can't have you finishing off when I haven't even started."
Ellis blushed at the involuntary movement of his own hand.
"As much as I want to watch that," Nick smirked, "I can't let you do that…so roll over."
Ellis looked up at him uneasy, but did as he was told groaning as he did so.
"Lift," Ellis lifted his hips and soon the fabric covering him was gone revealing himself completely to the gambler, but nothing was happening and Ellis was growing on edge, he found his hand slinking back towards his hardened member, but Nick's hand hit it away, "I said no."
"But Niiiick," Ellis whined again and Nick rolled his eyes.
"You are so impatient," Nick muttered.
"Well what do you expect?" Ellis hissed, "Fucking A Nick, would you please just—" he let out a gasp as a finger slid into his entrance sending a shiver down his spine, it moved in and out slowly, but then was joined by a second finger.
"See, patience is a virtue kid," Nick hummed, "I was getting lotion."
"Where," Ellis moaned, "the fuck did you get that?"
"I found it while draw shopping earlier," Nick scissored his fingers trying to stretch the hick the best he could, but not without brushing a bundle of nerves.
Ellis rested on his elbows as Nick's fingers left his slightly raised ass, "Nick…seriously."
"Do I have to gag you to make you shut up?" Nick asked from behind him.
"Sounds kinky," Ellis muttered.
"You're such a whore," Nick chuckled and gripped Ellis's hips in his hands, "Ready?"
"Yes, Nick I have been fer quite some time now, but you seem t'have this thing with—" Ellis stopped speaking from the very unsubtle entrance of Nick, "Dammit Nick!"
"Hey you were getting bitchy about patience," Nick smirked, but then gently as possible he eased partially out of Ellis and then just as slow back in bringing chills to them both, "Fuck Ellis."
Ellis made a noise that was a mix between a 'what' and a groan.
"You're so fucking tight," Nick responded, "Quick penetration is a bad idea."
Ellis chuckled, "Careful there Mr. Gamblin' Man."
Nick frowned at the nickname and pushed harshly into Ellis making him whimper, "Don't call me that."
"Ow," Ellis said softly as he bit back tears. It hurt like hell, like hell, hell and it was pure pain soaring through his whole body, but he didn't want to say anything, "Sorry, Nick."
Nick heard the distant echo of pain through the words and mentally slapped himself, he kept forgetting that this was the kid's first time with a man and had to take it easy, "Ellis are you okay?"
Ellis nodded his head against the wood, "Yeah, I'm fine."
Nick hooked Ellis around the waist and pulled him back onto his lap letting the kid settle to the feel of it all. Ellis shifted ever so slightly. Ellis's knees on either side of Nick pushed himself back up then down again slowly hissing slightly, "Take your time…"
Ellis licked his lips frustrated with the pain whipping through him, but the more he did this motion the less it hurt, "N-N-Nick…"
"What?" He didn't have to ask the question because he could sense the little increase of speed given off by the younger man.
"Alright," Ellis said simply.
Nick lifted Ellis with the arm on his waist and thrusted up into him getting a blissful gasp, "Still good?"
Ellis nodded.
Nick did the movement again at a slight angle and Ellis moaned loudly, got it. He kept the position, but felt Ellis's hand graze past the one that was holding him and he snatched it pinning it in the conman's hand on the hick's waist, "No you don't." His other hand grabbed Ellis's right placing it on the waist behind him to help with leverage. Nick returned to his previous actions receiving pleasure filled groans and moans.
"Oh God Nick," Ellis tossed his head back, "Nick…I'm going to…I'm…Nick!"
"Already?" Nick asked astonished.
"You've been teasin' me and I was already half-way," Ellis's moans were getting louder, "there before this."
"Note to self…no foreplay," Nick's thrusts became faster and Ellis leaned back against Nick's bandage chest and was greeted by a kiss to the cheek which motivated him to turn his head at the odd angle and take Nick's lips as his own moaning into the tango of tongues. Ellis's head fell back and his body gave a spasm.
Ellis cried out his name louder than Nick would've wanted at the moment, but oh fuck did it set him off. He bit down on Ellis's shoulder to surpass his scream of pleasure filling the hick with a final thrust.
"Oh god, Nick," Ellis panted, "Oh lordy…"
Nick panted heavily and kissed Ellis's back before lifting him off his lap to get off the desk. Ellis rolled over to sit up on his elbows, "What're you doing?"
"Getting dressed," Nick responded from somewhere in the dark of the room.
Ellis made a small noise and Nick noticed it as a 'So you're one of those done and run kind of guys'. He walked over to Ellis now in his boxers and grabbed his face kissing him gently. He pulled back to watch Ellis lick his lips, "I'm not one of the done and run guys, Ellis, but to be frank my watch is in an hour or so and I would hate for Coach to walk in here to see what he's most likely probably heard."
Ellis paled and Nick chuckled, "Did anyone ever tell you, you are quite the howler?"
The pale skin became red and Ellis glared at him, "It's'not funny Nick!"
"I think it is," Nick cupped his cheek.
Ellis folded his arms across his chest, "I didn't mean to."
"Well I loved every sound you made," Nick grinned, "And," He nipped Ellis's neck and the southerner yelped, "I'd love to hear them again, Overalls."
"I'm sure y'would," Ellis smirked at him, "But next time it'll be you making the noises."
"Keep dreaming kid," Nick growled turning to collect the rest of his clothes.
"It will happen, Nick," Ellis retorted and Nick chuckled.
"Maybe if you get down on your knees and beg," Nick winked at him flashing a white grin, "then I'll consider it."
Ellis's eyebrow quirked, "On my knees?"
"Yes," Nick confirmed finishing belting his pants, "Maybe that'll be your ticket to make me sing."
"I'll remember that," Ellis got off the desk and wrinkled his nose at the mess he left, "Shit."
"Just leave it, it's not like anyone's going to be coming in here," Nick pulled his shirt on, "Unless you plan on sleeping on the desk."
"No," Ellis found his boxers, "but it's gross."
"You weren't complaining about it being inside you," Nick smirked slyly.
Ellis blushed putting his boxers on then his coveralls, "Well that's different."
Nick chuckled, "Whatever kid."
"D'y'think my Maw would've been ashamed of me?" Ellis asked turning around tying the sleeves of his coveralls, "For you know…what we just did."
Nick sighed and closed his eyes finishing buttoning his shirt, "Did she love you?"
"Yes."
"Then no," Nick said flatly.
"But she was always against shit like this," Ellis clawed the floor blindly trying to find his shirt, "she told me that having sex wit men would be a straight ticket tah Hell."
"What do you think Ellis?" Nick rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and leaned on the wall watching Ellis pull his shirt on in the beam of light.
"I don't want to believe that," Ellis said simply, "I don't want to believe that."
Nick hated talking about God to anyone, it was stupid and pointless because his beliefs were vindictive and selective, but with Ellis he wanted to make sure the kid wouldn't worry, "Ellis, if you believe your mom would disapprove then we'll stop."
Ellis's eyes went wide and he stared over at Nick in the dark like a lost puppy making Nick's last words feel like poison on his tongue, "What?"
"El, I didn't mean it like that," Nick inhaled deeply, "Okay fine I did, but you took it as if I wanted to stop and frankly I don't want to, but if you think your mom would disown you or something then I'll gladly respect your wishes."
"No," Ellis said firmly, "I don't care what my maw thinks about it…because it felt right Nick."
Nick watched the young man's face flush as he wrung his hat in his hands.
"I don't want you to push me away."
"I won't then, but if you ever—"
"I won't!" Ellis snapped, "I want you Nick and I think I have you…so I can't lose you."
Nick walked over to Ellis putting a finger under his chin, "You have me as long as I have you."
"Then it's settled, I'll burn in hell," Ellis smirked and Nick kissed him deeply.
"I'll be right there with you then," Nick said after he broke off, "for more reasons than just this…like gambling, conning, beatings, thefts, beatings, shootings, hijacks, whores—"
"Nick, don't ruin the moment."
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Nick pulled Ellis tighter to his chest inhaling the scent he so long missed, "El…"
"Yeah," Ellis kept his arms tight around Nick's torso with his eyes closed breathing softly.
"Did you try to look for me?" Nick asked the question carefully afraid of the answer being turned around to him leaving the hick.
Ellis tipped his head up against Nick's chest looking up at him, "For a whole year…I looked everywhere I could and talked to every CEDA person I was allowed to, but no one knew where you were. I was so lost Nick."
Nick let his head fall back against the hay pile they laid in up in the rafters of the barn, he closed his eyes, "I asked about you day and night Ellis…I thought they were doing the same thing to you as they were to me."
Ellis brought one hand to Nick's chest to grip his jacket and bury his face into the fabric, "I thought you left me…I thought you pulled a done and run."
Nick's head snapped back up to look down at Ellis and he shook his head, "Oh God El, no, fuck no. I-I would've never ever done that to you, fuck those bastards ruined everything. I wasn't going to do that to you…I told you the first night we were together, remember?"
Ellis blushed recalling the night, "Yeah, I remember it…you were a fucking asshole."
"Hey, I told you not to call me that," Nick growled, "I made up for it though by letting you take your time you impatient whore."
Ellis laughed and reached up gripping Nick's shoulder pulling him up to graze his lips over Nick's chin brushing the stubble, "I really wanted you."
Nick ducked his head down and kissed the kid gently; he tangled their legs together and rolled Ellis over into the hay forcing the hick took wrap his arms around the gambler's neck. He stared down into the blue eyes before lowering back down onto him kissing those gorgeous lips deeply. He rolled his hips into Ellis's and the kid groaned into the kiss.
Ellis tangled his fingers into Nick's hair kissing back with just as much force.
"Ellis, sweetie where are you?" The two froze mid-kiss and their hearts sank.
Nick rolled off of him, "That was unfortunate."
Ellis looked down at his jeans to see them to be failing greatly at hiding his arousal, his eyes wandered over to Nick's crotch to see the same problem with his pants, but yet he knew that already…it amused him greatly during The D-Days. Ellis rolled off the pile and crawled to the edge of the floor and looked down to see Abigail standing in the doorframe, "Up here darling."
Nick groaned at the name and sat up to light a cigarette.
"It's almost time for dinner, is your friend staying?" Abigail asked.
"Um," Ellis looked back at Nick and frowned at the sight of him smoking in the barn, "Yeah he is," he reached over and took the item giving off smoke putting it on the wood by his foot and distinguishing it.
"Alright," Abigail waited a moment before asking the next question when Ellis showed his face again, "Is he okay with chicken?"
"No," Nick said grumpily.
"Yes," Ellis answered.
Nick shot a glare to the back of his head, "Fucking hick."
"Do you want me to get some beer out too?"
"Ye—," Ellis yelped suddenly as Nick's hands ran up the inside of his thighs, "Yeah, please do."
"Okay, it should be ready in about forty minutes," Abigail turned leaving the barn and Ellis slowly turned around to look at Nick who was staring at him with complete innocence.
"What?" Nick asked.
"No smoking in the barn," Ellis frowned, "nothing hot can be near the hay."
"Well too bad," a Cheshire grin slipped onto his face, "because it's about to get really hot up here."
Ellis's face flushed, "Nick, Abigail is right inside the house."
"We'll be quiet," Nick shrugged, "We'll just gag you, and I have the ability to stay quiet."
"We don't have anything to gag me with," Ellis pointed out.
Oh, so he is willing to be gagged, "That's where you are wrong," Nick reached around Ellis pulling a handkerchief out of the man's back pocket and leaned back, "we'll use this."
"Oh, I forgot about that," Ellis mumbled, "But how am I supposed to—"
"I'll gag you when it starts to get rough," Nick wrapped it around his hand, "Now Ellis…let's make that tight ass of yours looser."
A fox like grin appeared on Ellis's mouth and he lunged at Nick forcing him back into the hay connecting their lips hungrily just like they had whenever they got the chance back in The D-Days.
Sex on a pile of hay in a barn out in fucking Hicksville, Nick grinned into the kiss, yeah I could get used to this.
A/N: I need reviews my readers please they make feel better and more compelled to write it all...so if you don't mind. :D
