WARNING: LEMON SLASH AHEAD!! For those of you who don't know what that means, two guys having sex follows. If that doesn't pluck your duck, please click the back button. If you decide to send me a flame because you didn't read this, I cannot be held accountable for what I do. :D
AUTHOR'S NOTE: There was a fairly large number of you guys who reviewed and asked me to continue the last chapter and just bump the rating up. Good Lord, here I go... My second lemon posted on this site, posted anywhere, really. And it was written mostly on school nights and before the start of my classes... At any rate, this one might come off as sub-par... Dammit...
A Secret Masquerade: Bumped up. And thanks. :3
Ninny-na: The dramatic continuation....
Awesomesauce123: Rating bumped and we are carrying on.
Cooper Sterling: After looking over your suggestions, I have come to the conclusion that I'm in freaking love with all of them and they will contribute to my Godzilla of Talumbus fluff that will eventually evolve here. :D
iwontforgetyouplzdontleave: Rating bumped. Hope this helps your imagination...
There was a certain element of desperate recklessness in the way Columbus kissed Tallahassee. The edge of the bar digging into his back probably should have been a hell of a lot more unpleasant than it was. Columbus decided that it just added a certain element of realism to the situation; the bite of the old, over-polished wood kept him from thinking this was all just a wet-dream. He felt like he was slipping and shifted closer to Tallahassee, forcing a groan from the man. Columbus stopped for a moment, the reaction taking its time working through his alcohol-addled brain. Once he finally managed to put two and two together, he smiled and ground his hips into Florida again. The friction and the breathy moans coming from his partner were setting Columbus's nerves alight.
Tallahassee pulled his little spit-fuck closer and bit at his bottom lip. Columbus's moan was little more than a loud, heavy breath. Tallahassee's lips redirected their attack to the side of Columbus's neck and the moan he was rewarded with this time was louder than a heavy breath. For the moment, he wasn't worried about those cannibal freaks that may or may not be wandering the road just outside. The doors and windows would hold; they were safe enough in here. Columbus was suddenly glad he was a little closer to wasted than he'd ever been before; he was beginning to see why liquor was called "liquid courage", a revelation that was solidified by his fingers suddenly reaching for the button on Tallahassee's jeans.
"Gettin' desperate?" Tallahassee chuckled. Columbus fixed him with with a glare and an indignant look flickering behind his glassy green eyes and ground their hips together again. Tallahassee couldn't stop the moan and Columbus asked, "Now who's desperate?" Tallahassee muttered something about playing games and crushed their lips together again. His tongue flickered over Columbus's lips and the younger nervously parted them. It took a surprising amount of effort for Tallahassee to stop the laugh that threatened to break the mood. He'd known Columbus's story about "Beverly Hills" was a towering heap of bullshit; he just didn't have the heart to call him on it. Columbus's hips shifted against him again and the laugh died and morphed into a strangled moan. Tallahassee's teeth dug sharply into Columbus's shoulder and he hissed.
"How far do you think you can take this?" Tallahassee challenged.
"I saw a bed in one of the back rooms when we cleared the place." Columbus murmured huskily. There was no room for question in his tone, but Tallahassee silently asked him anyway. Columbus narrowed his eyes and bit his partner's neck. Tallahassee spun the bar stool again and pushed Columbus off of him before he slid off the stool himself and pulled the younger towards the back rooms, kicking the doors open and looking for the bed Columbus swore he saw. It was more of a small mattress on the floor than anything else, but it sure as hell beat the rough concrete alternative. He threw Columbus down onto the mattress and descended on him with a lusty fury.
Columbus was vaguely aware of rough hands pushing his shirt away and he hurried to return the favor. Tallahassee's hands curled around Columbus's hips and his tongue forged a wet trail down Ohio's neck and chest. The smaller of the two moaned and writhed and begged for things he had no knowledge of. Tallahassee refused to be rushed. His fingers pushed Columbus's button through its loop and pulled down his zipper. Cool air cut through the thin fabric of Columbus's boxers and he sucked in a hissing breath.
"Well don't we look excited?" Tallahassee purred. Columbus responded with a frustrated growl. Tallahassee retorted by passing one of his large hands over Columbus's erection. Columbus moaned and bucked under the touch. Tallahassee's fingers slid below the waistband of Columbus's underwear and slid them away. Ohio muttered something about it being unfair that he was the only naked one and Tallahassee gave in and stripped himself.
Their naked forms pressed against each other and Columbus whimpered and moaned with desperate need.
"You sure you know what you're asking for?" Tallahassee rasped.
"I have pretty damn good idea about knowing what the fuck I want. Now stop acting like this isn't effecting you and get on with it." Columbus ordered.
Tallahassee raised an eyebrow. Whether it was the unattended arousal or just the booze talking, Tallahassee was just a little impressed by the forcefulness behind Ohio's words. He smirked to himself and decided he was going to give the annoying little dumb-shit just what he asked for... He ran a hand down the side of Columbus's face and kissed him again. Columbus was beginning to get impatient and thanked whatever god was listening for the internet and the amount of time he spent on certain websites... He turned his head and took one of Tallahassee's fingers into his mouth, his tongue sliding across the digit, his eyes on Florida's face. There was a lusty shine in those pale blue eyes and Columbus smiled to himself. The finger disappeared from his mouth and ventured lower. Columbus ground his teeth as the spit-slicked finger slid into him. It didn't hurt, but goddamn it was uncomfortable... It was a minute or two before the ache of another finger made Columbus cringe and wrap a hand around the base of Tallahassee's neck to pull their lips together.
Tallahassee pulled away and spit in his hand, slicking his erection. Columbus swallowed nervously and clung to his partner tightly. The pain was very real, but not quite so bad as Columbus had imagined... He knew that it was probably the alcohol numbing just about everything, and he was mildly grateful for that. There was a slight moment of hesitation before Tallahassee began to rock his hips. The new and admittedly amazing sensation had Columbus panting and moaning in no time. His short fingernails dug into his new lover's shoulders, though it didn't seem to be effecting Florida in the slightest.
"F-Fuck... Tally... I... I think... Oh, fuck." Columbus moaned.
Tallahassee knew what the kid was trying to say, but he didn't let that deter him. He continued at his set pace. He continued kissing and biting Columbus's neck and shoulders and collarbones and whatever else he could get his teeth on.
"Tally, Tally, Tally, Tally." The new nickname had become a mantra for Columbus, his own little "Hail Mary". He knew what was coming. He could feel it building. He sank his teeth into Tallahassee's shoulder and tried to stifle his scream as he came. It was effective only to a slight extent. It was only a few more seconds before Tallahassee was similarly spent and they lay on the thin mattress next to eachother, panting and slicked with sweat and semen. Columbus rested his head on Tallahassee's chest and closed his eyes, too exhausted by the experience and the alcohol to bother with anything else. Tallahassee, who was slightly more experienced in everything new to Columbus, reached around for a gray blanket he'd seen when they stumbled into the room. He pulled it over them and kissed the top of Columbus's head. Tallahassee made a mental note of the date (Columbus was rather neurotic about these things, as with nearly everything else), pulled his gun and Columbus closer, and allowed himself to sleep.
A/N2: Don't really like the ending, but I'm trying to finish this up before I have to go to class, which is in less than twenty minutes. T-T Hope it's as good a read as it was a write!!!