Warning. lots of gay fucking ahead.
Nick and Ellis ate on the side of the bed, in a welcomed silence that neither man felt compelled to break. During this time the older man started noticing small quirks that Ellis tended to have that he had never noticed during the apocalypse. It was because of these quirks that Nick had found himself in a deep and irritating situation.
Ellis ate messily, and Nick wasn't surprised. He has successfully stained Nick'sshirt that he was borrowing with a rainbow of sauces from his sandwich. Nick kept a mental note to wash it over three times every night. Now because of his childish muddled eating habits, he had a grating dribble of mustard on the very corner of his mouth. His greying green eyes lever left that one spot and because of that little devilish and tempting splotch he had spent the last minute failing to pick up a piece of steak with his fork.
Nick, being a neat freak, could actually deal with the sloppy eating.
This thing really got on his nerves, and not the nerves that alert him to be annoyed either. This was a whole bundle of nerves that was set for the opposite reasons, mind you.
Every time Ellis eats, swallows, or chews a nice satisfying bight, he makes a sound that would make Nick's knees buckle. A noise that reaches Nick's ears and crotch. He actually moans.
Not a short and light one either. It's always a long, breathy, meaningful, and arousing moan. How he never seemed to notice, Nick will probably never know. He just holds it and drawls it out and as he slowly pulls his food away from his mouth, Nick cant help but imagine himself being drawn out of his swollen lips.
Nick doesn't bother finishing the rest of his salad. His appetite is hungering for something else.
Ellis finished his last bight, turning to Nick with a large grin, his scar extending deeper into his face, and the small glop of the yellow condiment still lingering at the corner of his lip.
Nick's mouth coiled upwards. "You got something there, Overalls." He pointed vaguely at his own lip.
Ellis took the back of his hand and rubbed the wrong side of his lip roughly.
Nick held his wrist and shook his head. "No you idiot," He whispered.
He leaned into his face, their lips a breath apart, their eyes looking in depth into one another. Nick's lids covered his eyeballs, looking down to Ellis' lips. The contrasting oceanic blue questioned mentally what the other was doing.
Then very delicately he let his tongue slide out and lick the spot, letting it slip quickly into the crevice of the hick's lips, and slide against the edge of his teeth.
Then as quickly as his tongue flicked out, it retracted back into his own mouth, leaving the blonde with a hanging jaw and wide eyes.
"There. I think I got it."
And comfortably Ellis spoke back. "Ni-Nick…"
The mafia boss didn't know what came over him, but something about the way he had said his name as innocently as he did drove Nick to the wall. It was a delicious paradox to Nick's personality and it only made the boy more irresistible. There's a Ying for every Yang.
He seized Ellis' neck and pulled him into a kiss again, moving his lips against his in a fiddling and heated motion.
This time however Ellis forced his tongue against Nick's lips. Flicking it around his lips and dipping inside to reach his own slimy muscle.
He opened and their tongues slid and stroked each other, lathering their saliva on the appendages. Nick loved how even after a sandwich, Ellis still had a sweet sugary taste to him. It made him smile, of course Elliswould taste sweet.
It made him more ravenous and he pushed Ellis to the bed, successfully pinning his arms against the bed spread, kneading his hand into the boy's wrist and twining their fingers together.
Nick's knee rubbed against Ellis' clothed arousal in circles. He grinned when the boy bashfully tried shutting his legs, but failed with Nick's knee now causing him to go weak.
It didn't take long for Nick to start rutting against the blonde's thigh. He vigorously bucked his hips and rubbed it against his lover as he grunted through his clenched teeth.
Ellis turned his head to the side, a pained expression canvasing his face. He gasped in uneven breaths and they fueled Nick on to keep up with his driving.
Finally, Ellis gave into the kneading knee and spread his legs openly for Nick, his neck tilting back. The older bobbed his head as he gave it lapping kisses and sucks. The younger's mouth fell open, the agonized pleasure in his face unfaltering.
Nick gave an 'mmm' while he stripped Ellis of his shirt and pants, his hands unable to stop from rubbing his taut muscles and pecks. His index and middle fingers rubbed in cadence at his nipples, making sure to give attention to each one.
Ellis curved his back, his hips almost touching Nick's stomach. He gave a whine and spread his legs only even more.
Nick sat up and pulled his dress shirt up, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off.
"You have no idea how annoying you are when you eat."
Ellis' chest flushed and he rolled his hips in impatience.
Nick chuckled, using his arms to balance him and bending down, his shoulder blades pushing up through his skin, to deliver a kiss. The thin pair nipped at the younger's plump bottom lip, taking it into his mouth and gently sucking.
A feeling of release in its self from just pulling his boxer briefs off made him groan out loud. He then did the same service of Ellis, brushing his length just to feel him squirm underneath his touch.
Ellis' head once again turned to the side as his legs only spread wider. Nick stood up from the bed and left to the bathroom.
The southerner had just then noticed how obviously ridiculous he must look, but his panting breaths took too much oxygen for him to actually care.
His eyes fluttered shut and slowly his hand started to drift down to his leaking self.
His trailed touch left goose bumps and a pleasing thrill. He heard Nick come back, but even then his eyes stayed closed.
Nick wouldn't have it. He loved the kid's eyes. They were a huge tell for everything that he feels underneath and thinks, right now he wants to see everything going through his little mind.
To be the conniving person he is, he feathered his finger down Ellis' shaft.
Ellis' eyes cracked open and his back hooked into a perfect arch, he let out a choked moan.
Nick snickered underneath his breath and he leaned over Ellis once again, predatorily and sexually. He used one hand to hold Ellis' left half of his face and the other drifted to his entrance.
Slowly and tenderly he slipped his finger inside of him, just as expected Ellis started writhing and whining.
So he stuck in another and the whining turned into pleasured whimpers. Soon he started shaking underneath Nick, making him even harder than he already was.
For the third time Ellis' head rolled to the side, this time showing his mangled side of his face, his glazed eyes lidded and looking at the foot of the bed.
"…So beautiful…" He had just thought it, but couldn't keep himself from whispering it.
The younger turned and looked at Nick with sincere eyes. He moved up and laid a heartfelt kiss on his lips.
He pulled his fingers out and grabbed the lube from the other side of the boy. The cold liquid coated his hands and he slicked himself from the base to the tip. His mouth watered slightly at the sight of Ellis' chest heaving and legs spread.
He lent down and fisted the blankets as he slowly managed to make his approach insidethe boy. The desirable lips under him shuddered a gasp.
Their hearts both beat in quick paces, and cold chills ran through their warm bodies.
He slid in deeper, giving the younger some time to get used to the feeling. Finally when he was delved inside as deep as he could be, he pulled back out.
Then in one rough and frantic move he thrusted with enough force to make both of them cry out. Ellis bit his lip painfully to keep from opening his mouth too wide.
He repeated this action, the velvety walls surrounding him made it impossible to focus on how fast and how deep he was thrusting.
He felt his tip stab into something and by the loud moan that had started turning into eager mewls, he could guess it was the kid's prostate.
He mirrored the move again, hitting the spot and jolting an electric shock through Ellis' bundle of nerves. It was heaven.
Nick took the southerner's shaft and stroked the skin harshly, egging him to reach his edge before he does.
He timed his caresses to the hits of his prostate and after a few more followed by an abrupt intake of breath, he came into Nick's hand.
The walls that enveloped him tightened blissfully around his own length, it vibrated through his body and he also released inside. He lazily bucked in and out, riding out his orgasm.
Their breathing had become erratic, but near the end it had slowed to a cool stride.
They couldn't tell who groaned as he pulled out. The mafia head rolled next to his lover and closed his eyes, a idyllic state of mind in a hard morning's work.
"Was thatwhat I was missing all that time in those safe houses?" They both laughed tiredly.
Nick had lain there next to Ellis with no clue of what to do next. He looked at his silver reflecting watch and scoffed. He should have been out of there ten minutes ago, Talen must have been in distraught from how long he has been gone. Usually he is never late back from lunch.
Talen wasn't exactly distraught, but more so pondering. He sat in the rec room wondering why he hadn't heard from his employer.
He stared at the opening for the rec room timing how long it would be until Nick would stride inside, a task or something pointless pointed to the men.
He saw an approaching shadow and straightened his back from his seat, only to relax when he saw Doctor Martello come in Nick's place.
He pursed his lips and gave the Doctor a speculating look.
"Doctor?" The middle aged man was in the middle of microwaving his plate of food. He turned to Talen with a neutral expression.
To be truthful, Martello had never been fond of Talen. He had always been a bad apple to Vitale and he had watched him lie under his old employer's nose plenty of times. Sometimes trivial things like forgetting to give an order under Vitale's name.
Sometimes extremely important things like accidentallykilling a partner. When he himself pulled the bullets out of numerous men, they always were in the same place.
They pierce the very center of the men's throat, leaving them to die painfully and slowly of either choking on their own blood or bleeding out all while in excruciating agony. If they were lucky their own neck bones pierced through their arteries and they would bleed out faster.
It wasn't one or two times that was where the bullet punctured. It was around ten to fifteen cases.
"Yes." He said, keeping the seething tone away.
"How is that boy you recently treated?" Talen played with a button on his faded brown jacket.
Martello hesitated, unsure of why Talen would care to know.
"Fine." The one-word answers were starting to inflame the assistant.
"You didn't send him back right? He would probably call the cops on use, right?"
"No, he's staying here."
Talen's eyebrow cocked up, but he buried his revelation and interest well.
"Poor kid. I kind of wish that he had someone to help him out while he's here. You know? I mean someone that young must be having a hard time not being home."
The doctor had begun to lose interest of what Talen had to ask, he just answered listlessly.
"I think he'll be okay. Nick's keeping his company most of the time, so he should be entertained to some amount."
Talen's leer turned dark like his eyes.
"That is so…nice…of Nick."