"I'll head out with Michonne and Jesus. I've never been to The Hilltop and I think it would be good that I help with the negotiations of trade."

"Is that right?" Rick replies, crossing his arms with speculation.

"Debate team. Three years. If I can help and provide this group something, it would definitely be now." I laugh with confidence.

"I'll let Michonne know to expect you. Head over to the armory and suit up. They'll meet you there."

I nod and begin to exit the room, only to be stopped by Rick lightly grabbing my arm.

"Keep an eye on Michonne, will ya? Watch her back."

"Sure thing." I respond.

I left and made my way over to the armory, passing a few neighbors and exchanging a simple nod and smile. As I approach the armory, I see Michonne and Jesus waiting for me near the doorway. I lock eye contact with Michonne, prompting her to walk in my direction.

"Rick walkie'd - he let us know you're joining us on the run. Get inside and get some supplies, we're heading out in ten minutes." She states in her lukewarm tone.

I quickly stop in and Aaron gets me a backpack of tradable goods. We head over to a grouping of parked cars: Michonne takes driver seat, Jesus front, and I sit in the back. It took us just under forty-five minutes to drive to The Hilltop, but we were welcomed with open arms. We met with Gregory and made successful trades for Alexandria. By the time we ended negotiations, it was sundown and Gregory offered us housing for the night. We accepted.

Michonne is put in a room down on the main level and Jesus and I were put in a shared bedroom on the top floor. My body is sore and tired. Jesus takes off his boots and lays across one of the beds.

"You taking a shower?" He asks, stretching his arms out and yawning.

"Probably." I respond.

"Well, hurry up, recruit. I'm after you."

I grab a towel that Gregory left out for us on our beds and head into the bathroom. I take a long, hot shower - about thirty minutes. I re-enter the bedroom in a cloud of hot vapor. I look over to Jesus, who is watching me as I cross the room to my bed. In a moment of panic, I tighten the towel around my waist.

"No need to get bashful. You have a nice little body there." Jesus points out with a grin.

I don't know how to respond. I smile and turn my back to him, rummaging through my bag for a change of clothes. I pull out a pair of jeans and an undershirt that was wadded up at the bottom. I hear the sound of footsteps crossing the room; closer, and closer.

I feel Jesus' chest press into my back - each hidden groove of muscle resting upon my bare, clean back. The steam from the shower still lingers in the air. The room is hot. Sticky. Jesus' hot breath presses against the back of my neck. His hand moves down my chest and rests on the top of my towel. He kisses the back of my neck. His tongue slides out between his slightly chapped lips, tracing the back of my spine. His large, brunette beard tickles me as it scratches against my skin.

I quickly break away, having to push down my rapidly growing erection. Jesus takes a step back with a grin, proud and fond of his actions. He pushes back his hair in one quick swoop.

"I'm sorry. Too fast?" Jesus quipped.

"C'mon. We have to be careful around here. They might hear us!"

Jesus crosses the room and closes the bedroom door, locking it in the process. He flips off the bedroom lights. He motions me over to his bed, where I lay down and take off my towel.

"You're wearing too many clothes." I joke, staring into Jesus' emerald-gold eyes from across the room.

Jesus slides off his trench coat suggestively, placing it overtop a nearby chair, followed by his boots, belt, and gun holster. He pulls his black t-shirt over his head, exposing his hairy and firm chest. His body is beautiful; lean and tight with his tanned skin. He has a perfectly defined "V" on his abdominal region, hidden behind his tight jeans.

He stands in place for a moment, tracing his hands over his chest. I just want to lick him from head to toe. The moonlight, creeping in through the window, reflects off his olive skin. He unzips his jeans, leaving them open and balancing on his hips, ready to fall to the floor.

"How bad do you want it?" Jesus plays, pulling his jeans down slowly, inch by inch, displaying the black, tight boxer briefs underneath.

"Please... don't make me beg."

"I like it when you beg. You have the right... tone for it."

"Oh, so you like my tone?"

"I like more than just your tone." Jesus laughs, pulling his jeans to the floor.

"Get over here." I beg.

Jesus did what I asked, joining me in bed, and sliding his boxer briefs off as he slides under the Victorian style comforter. Our two bodies press against one another, heat building between the both of us. Jesus begins to breath heavy, reacting to my rough hands sliding across his chest - over his nipples, over each abdominal, over his tuft of hair between his pecs. We continue to kiss passionately, melting into one another.

Our bodies intertwine, rolling and flipping into different positions - I am always on top. Sweat begins to form in pearls on my forehead, sliding down and out my still wet hair and onto Jesus' chest. I press my cock against his, growing harder and harder.

Jesus grasps onto my throbbing cock. I collapse onto him in pleasure. Jesus bites his own lip as he begins moving his firm grasp overtop my rock-hard cock. I let out a feint whine. I kiss him harder.

We dry thrust into one another - our lips crashing into the other's like ocean waves. I pull away and spit into my hand. Jesus thrusts his head back and slides his hands through his hair, ready for me to penetrate. I slide one finger into his tight, warm hole. I make circles, slowly going deeper into him. Jesus breaths through the pain; pointed bursts of breath, in and out.

"I want you inside me..." Jesus moans, face clenched.

"You have no other choice." I whisper back to him in a deviant tone.

I continue massaging Jesus' hole in a circular rotation, slowly moving up to an extra finger. Jesus grunts, closing his eyes and panting. I begin working my fingers harder and faster.

"Oh... Shit... Fuck..." Jesus mouths, not able to make a noise.

I kneel down closer to him, kissing down his neck and chest. As I continue to loosen his hole with my fingers, I begin to lick the tip of Jesus' cock - slobbery and wet. I find a nice rhythm between the fingering and sucking, paying close attention to Jesus' moans. I enjoy his taste. Total and honest ecstasy.

I flip Jesus onto his chest and lift his hairy and firm ass up to my mouth. I begin playing with his asshole, slurping as my tongue slides in and out of him. I gather saliva in my mouth and spit downward onto his hole, using my fingers to push and massage it into him. I spend the time to loosen his man-hole, slowly sliding in an extra finger over time. I watch his face, which reads as a mixture of pain and pleasure, as I fuck him with my three fingers. I want inside of him.

I get up from eating out his pulsating circle and insert myself into him - slow and methodical. Not too fast, not too slow. I feel his warm orifice surround my throbbing cock. Jesus lets out a loud moan, but I quickly muffle it with my hand.

"Careful... People are probably sleeping." I laughed, moving back into a kiss to silence the pain.

I continue to push myself into Jesus' tight hole, grabbing his legs and placing them over my shoulders. Soon, I feel myself completely inside of him. I begin slow with my thrusts, but gain momentum. The sound of my skin against Jesus' ass echoes through the room. I stare directly into his deep green eyes as I pound into him. In and out.

"I need... to slow down..." I pant in-between breaths, "Or I'm gonna cum."

"Are you close?" Jesus moans.

"Very."

"Me too... Fill me up." Jesus replies, fastening his stroke as I pierce into him.

I trust faster and harder, varying the speed and gasping onto Jesus' neck. He bites his lower lip. I stroke him and listen to his deep wales of pleasure. His eyes widen.

"Fuck me." Jesus begins chanting, "Fuck the cum out of me."

I fuck him harder. From what I can tell by his facial expressions is that he enjoys the pain - a power bottom. I continue to deeply fuck him, building up pressure to our climaxes. Building... building... almost too much. I jolt upwards as my chest heaves. I feel the warmth of the liquid shooting deep into his asshole in three separate spurts. Jesus lets out a soothing moan as he mouths, "I'm cumming."

Jesus cums, shooting upwards and onto my heaving chest, dripping down over his abdominal region. I collapse to Jesus' side. There is a moment of silence - just deep breathing. Recouping.

"I needed that." Jesus laughed, "I've been waiting for someone to fuck me like that. Can't feel my legs. Damn."

I get up from the bed, grabbing my towel and wiping the sweat off my body and the cum from his chest. Jesus continues to lay over the bed, limp and numb. His body heaves.

"Can I get you anything?" I ask.

"A new asshole. Fuck." Jesus moans, clearly joking, "You filled me up."

"Get to stretchin'. I'm gonna be coming back for that." I reply with a wink.

"I'm going to jump in the shower. Join me?" Jesus asks, holding out his hand to be helped up from the bed.

I help him up and lead him in the shower. He turns on the hot water and steams begins to fill the bathroom. He steps into the mist, grabs my hand, and lures me in with him. Our hot, rugged bodies intertwine in the hot fog.