"N-Nick!" Ellis threw his head back in a loud moan, sweat lining his brow as ragged pants escaped his plump lips. Nick could tell the boy was close, his thighs were trembling, nails scrawling paths down the conmans back. Nicks lips trails Ellis' jaw as he continued to rock into him, more screams and moans falling from the hicks mouth. "Nick! Nick!"
"Nick. Nick! C'mon man, wake up!"
There was a firm grip on my shoulder, shaking me out of my exticitic dream. I jump, startled. "What? What? Where's the fire?" I ask, frantic before recieving a chuckle form Ellis. My eyes met his, that damn grin on his face.
"Awh. Theres not a fire, Nick. 'm just hungry is all.." he mumbles as he scratched the back of his head, looking away sheepishly.
I roll my eyes, wincing a bit as I stand. I'm getting too old for this shit. To say I woke up in a bad mood would be an understatement. I was tired, hungry, and if waking up to a raging fucking boner wasn't something to be a bit peeved about; I'm not too sure what is. "What the hell do you want me to do about it?!" I snap, a little too harsh than intended. His face falls, eyes darting to the floor.
"Uh. N-Nothing. Sorry I mentioned anythin'" He mumbles out, messing with the hem of his shirt.
I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. "No. No. I'm sorry." I normally never apologize. But, I have a bet to win. Thats why I did it. Right? I shuffle over to where my gun was proped up against the wall, first thing I do Is check for amunition. Shit. Of course we're running low. We've been stuck in this goddamn shack for days. I snap the clip shut with a little more force than needed, then look to Ellis. "Are you coming or what?"
Ellis looks at me, grin stretching over his face. "Yeah. Hell yeah I'm comin'!" he nods, jumping to his feet quickly; gun already in hand.
The sun was high in the sky. Everything was bright, too fucking bright. All the leaves had fallen off the trees, just to be covered by a thick blanket of snow. The forest looked bare and empty. It was quiet. A few chirping birds overhead and the crunch of the snow beneath our feet. Something I could actually consider peaceful. Surprisingly enough there were a few woodland creatures scurrying aroung. How the fuck are they still alive?
Now, I have never gone hunting and Ellis being the stupid hick he was, I thought thats all he had time to do. Guess I was wrong, kid couldn't hit a squirrl if it was pinned to the ground!
"Son'ofa bitch!" Another one gone, goddammit.
I give one of my treademark dramatic sighs before walking over to the kid. "Having some trouble?"
His tongue was set heavily in his cheek, clearly annoyed. "Damn gun mus' be brokin'"
"Ellis, that is the most lame excuse I have ever heard." I sigh yet again for what seems like the 100th time that day before setting my gun down. "Here." Without even thinking, I come up behind him, arms wrapping around his muscular frame to show him how to old the gun and look down its scope. Hunting furry fucking creatures was a bit harder than the walking dead.
His face obviously heated up, I could feel it radiating off his cheek, mine practically pressed against his as I peered over his shoulder, chest pressed firmly against his back. "Like this?" Ellis peers down the scope out at the empty ground.
I grin, nodding. "Perfect." Just then a plump rabbit hopped its way into view. "Ok." I whisper into his ear, breath hot against the kids neck. "Now, deep breath. Focus."
He nods and with a quick pull of the trigger and a loud crack, it went down. Not bad for his first time. A large grin spreads over Ellis' face as he looks at me, eyes bright. "Nick! Nick, did you see that man?! I did it!"
I couldn't help my smile, or the small chuckle that came after as I nod, playfully pulling his hat down over his eyes. "Nice job sport!"
We caught a few rabbits that night, eating our share by the fire. Ok, so maybe it wasn't that bad. Better than some of the shit we used to eat. After searching a few shacks we found some cans of creamed corn too, fuck it. It's food. We at in a peaceful silence with some small idle chatter. It was good, thought I'd never admit that.
I lean forward, asking for the kids pocketknife. He reluctantly hands it over. "What'cha doin'?"
I pull one of the rabbits bodies off, making quick work with cutting off its foot. Ellis' face contorts in digust. "Why the hell'd you do that?"
After attaching the foot to some spare twine we had in our packs, I lower it around his neck. He looks up at me, confused. "It's a Rabbit foot." I state, obviously.
He nods, "Well, yeah. Why'am I wearin' it?" Ellis asks with a soft laugh.
"Rabbit foots are considered lucky. You have one and it'll give you good luck, protect you and shit." I explain with a shrug, leaning against the couch. Ellis smiles, gripping the foot gently as he stares down at it in his palm.
After eating we chose to talk, well.. Ellis did. I mostly listened. He told me all about his family. His mom, brother, sister, bestfriend. Everything. No dad though, I chose not to pry. "So what 'bout you Nick? Got any family you're waiting to see at the camp?" he suddenly asks, picking some dirt from his nails with a knife. Oh great, flashback time.
