Time frame: On the way to the next zone
Rating: M, for language and sex
Relationships established: Nellis
Description: Safe house, bottom!Nick, top!Ellis
Note: Sorry for the huge delay in updates. Things have been busy and strange lately. I will try to keep more updates coming at a frequent pace. Hope you all like this chapter. This one is short, but the next few should take off better.
Nineteen days went by and this new combined group reverted back to the way their lives were before their time in Zone 15 with relative ease. They grew accustomed to being hungry, dirty, tired, and on edge at all times. With more people, defense was easier, but there was less rations to go around. The fall months were becoming cold after the sun went down and the survivors became more desperate to reach the next Zone before winter, hoping that they would not have to keep staying in houses with no source of heat.
Though nobody outwardly spoke of it, people were silently gathering items to prepare for winter, finding leftover coats and ratty old blankets in abandoned homes.
It took longer for this group of people to become as tight-knit as the original group of survivors became. It wasn't hard at all for Ellis or Keith to be outgoing and make efforts to be friends with their new traveling partners, but then there were Nick and Francis, both of which drew back in order to preserve themselves. Most of their personalities fell somewhere in the middle of these opposites. For the majority, teamwork was not hard.
Rochelle was relieved to have other women to talk to, though she'd always been comfortable with the guys in the group. Something just felt relieving about others being around that had feminine needs like hers.
Coach now had an older man to bond with in Bud, and they started enjoying conversations that this generation didn't understand.
Keith made a friend in Jared over the weeks. At first it was to relieve his loneliness during the times that Nick and Ellis were absorbed with one another. He would help the charming Texan out with anything he had going on throughout the day and they would turn tasks into a pleasant conversation.
With more numbers, keeping watch at night (when necessary) was now done in pairs, still allowing the majority of the survivors to sleep and making it less likely that those on watch would fall asleep at some point in the night.
Tonight, Keith offered to keep first watch, having originally planned to mess around with Ellis, but he disappeared with an oddly pleasant and slightly tipsy Nick an hour ago. Such was life. This was typical.
"Hey buddy." Jared said, plopping down on the couch beside the skinny redhead that had been staring blankly into space moments ago.
"Hey, you come to keep me company?" Keith responded, lightening his mood.
"Well yea, I figured since Ellis didn't pair with ya. Where'd he get off to?"
Keith sighed, "I have no desire to go peepin around. I get an eyeful of some gross shit everytime I do."
Jared's eyebrow raised, "Gross shit?"
"It's nothin-"
"Ya mean with him and Nick?"
Keith's eyes widened and his gaze quickly met that of the man beside him.
"You know about that?"
Jared nodded. "I knew about Ellis right away. Wasn't sure about Nick til I seen them kiss about a week ago. Guess you could say that cleared my suspicions right up."
Keith whistled a single note to express his conflicting feelings about the situation.
"I'm sorry. You not over him or somethin?" the Texan asked.
Keith nodded momentarily before catching himself, freezing. "Scuse me?"
"I thought you guys mighta used to be a thing. Ya didn't go out in the past?"
"No, I didn't know he was into dudes til I walked in on Nick and him goin at it in the middle of their kitchen a few months ago. Before this whole outbreak thing he was a total romantic, with girls."
"Keith, buddy. Throw me a bone here. Ya do have feelings for him though, right? It's okay if ya do-"
Keith shook his head. "Nah, no way. He's my best friend. I just wanna look out for him. I like Nick, but I aint trusted him since I met him."
"Come on, Nick's a pretty cool guy."
"Ya know, you're right. He is a pretty cool guy. I just think Ellis is in way deeper than Nick is. We talk all the time and he is so damn in love with Nick." Keith explained, choosing his words as best he could.
Jared smiled, not looking at Keith but sensing his discomfort when he said, "Between you and me, the way Nick looks at Ellis seems real genuine. Same way you look at him to be honest."
Keith's mouth dropped open. "Damnit Jared, I aint a queer."
"Okay, take it easy, buddy. There's worse things to be." Jared surrendered.
Keith sighed.
"So you're tellin me that nothin ever happened between ya?" Jared was smirking now, knowing he was egging his new friend on.
"No, man. Damn. Well-we kissed once. But that was it. I mean, that was ALL. We were real drunk, and it just kinda happened."
"I knew it."
"God you're perfect. I love you so much." Ellis whispered from the depth of the bedroom in the back of the hall. Even in the moonlight, Nick's bare body enticed him like nothing else had.
Nick smirked, resting his head deeper into the pillow he was currently using, pretending with all his might that laying in another strange bed didn't drive his germ phobia crazy. There were far more important things to concern himself with, such as being at the mercy of the sexy naked mechanic bearing down on him.
Nick was surprisingly comfortable, having found and consumed just enough alcohol to take the edge off of his nervousness. Only hours ago while securing the safe house, he expressed that tonight was the night that he planned on allowing Ellis to top him for the first time.
He was relieved that the southerner was still turned on by his physique being that he'd lost several pounds and his skin was a bit more yellow in recent weeks due to poor nutrient intake. At least he smelled nice, having "showered" using a bucket of cold water and his trusty bar of soap just before this passionate escapade began.
"Love you, El." Nick replied softly, just before catching the younger man's lips with his for only a moment.
He then fully relaxed and focused on enjoying soft kisses as they traced their way up and down his jawline, neck, and shoulder, paired up with gentle nips delightful suction here and there. Ellis was a gentle, devoted lover and it was customary for him to take his time lavishing kisses to as much of Nick's body as he could reach at any given time.
The southerner's mouth was now brushing down the center of Nick's chest, pausing to feel the slight fluttering in his heartbeat as his hands roamed up and down the older man's sides, from his ribcage to his thighs. His tongue slid out and left a damp trail on already chilly flesh as it circled his boyfriend's nipples before taking each into his mouth. Nick's back arched and a soft groan freed itself from deep in his throat. He never knew he liked this until Ellis.
Ellis's fingertips traced an imaginary path across Nick's hip bone and stopped between his legs to cup him, full lips now kissing their way from his lover's abs to the opposite hip as what he just touched. He took his time at the hip joint while his hand went to work at an already perfectly erect shaft.
"Ellis" Nick moaned, causing the younger man to smile into the crease of his hip, distracting him with adept pumps and squeezes as his mouth reached the inside of Nick's thigh, then the back of it, then the curve of his ass.
"Whoa! EY-OH! Hey there! Whoa, kid." Nick pulled back, scooting up to where his back was on the headboard.
"You're getting all Italian, talkin in vowels. You okay?"
"You just put your tongue in my ass, Ellis!" Nick didn't yell, but his tone was that of bewilderment.
"I did not! I put it on your ass." Ellis corrected.
"What the fuck was that about?"
"I'm sorry, darlin. I heard that it helps get ya relaxed. I just want this not to hurt."
Nick softened. Of course that's what it was. Leave it to Ellis to be willing to do anything and everything to make sure the man he loved was enjoying sex as much as he was.
"Warn me next time?" Nick whispered, kissing his boyfriend's lips once more before resuming his position on his back, bracing himself as Ellis slid down between his legs again, holding the older man's thighs open. His tongue tentatively swiped over Nick's entrance, earning a gasp from him. Another swipe was followed by a soft moan. A third swipe was followed by a fourth as a rhythm was worked up.
Nick never in his dreams imagined himself in this position, on his back, being rimmed for the first time and enjoying it immensely. Before long, Ellis was licking away and Nick was fighting to keep his moans from becoming loud and obscene, with one hand gripping the headboard and the other stroking his aching cock. Every nerve in his body begged for more. His hips were trembling, unsure of whether to thrust into his tight fist or push backward against that sinfully talented mouth. This felt just as good as being sucked off, if not better.
"Mmm, goddamn it Ellis." Came another moan, loud enough to have what they were doing possibly broadcast to anyone that happened to be just outside their door at the time.
As he felt Nick's muscles loosening, Ellis put his next plan into action, moving to take as much of Nick's shaft into his mouth as he could before sucking the head hard. His index finger replaced his tongue, now rubbing his entrance with steadily increasing pressure. When one knuckle made it past the tight ring of muscle without Nick seeming to notice, he pushed the digit in the rest of the way, tonguing up and down his vein to distract him from the stretch.
Nick's moans grew steadily more current and slightly louder as Ellis fingered and blew him, adding another digit when he grew accustomed to the first, and finally added half of a third finger as his partner's body bore down, trying to take in more.
"You doin okay?" Ellis asked, pulling away from Nick's crotch, watching him writhe on the bed.
He nodded.
"Can I make love to you now?" He asked, accent heavy with lust, eyes already half-lidded.
"Yeah babe. Fuck yes, you can. I want you inside me so bad." Nick panted, almost sobbing.
Having planned for this earlier, Ellis got ahold of some Neosporin and used it to lubricate both his shaft and Nick's hole before lifting his lover's hips against his own, lining himself up before making eye contact with the man he loved, the man he was now towering over.
"Are you sure?" Ellis had to ask. This was going to be Nick's first time being taken and he wanted it to be perfect. He didn't want to start even a few seconds before Nick was actually ready.
Nick nodded again, looking up at Ellis as he wrapped his legs loosely around the younger man's waist. Part of him was still worried about the possibility of it hurting even with having been stretched as much as possible. But Ellis allowed this all the time, rain or shine. There was no way the kid was tougher than Nick. If it ended up being too unbearable, he only had to do it once.
Ellis pushed in slowly, almost not sure if he would be able to get into Nick's virgin hole. Despite stretching him, it was an incredibly tight fit, and a struggle until the head of his shaft finally pushed in. He added each additional inch slowly, gauging Nick's reaction, giving him plenty of time to change his mind and end this. When at last he was buried all the way into Nick's body he paused, letting his lover get used to the feeling of being invaded.
"Is this okay, darlin?" The mechanic asked, waiting for a nod before shifting his weight, pulling out and pushing in only a couple of inches at a time, working up a slow and gentle rhythm as he continued to stretch and explore Nick's insides until at long last, the older man's hips started to move with his.
"Do ya like this?" Ellis asked, emphasizing his question by rolling his hips and stabbing upward into Nick, causing the same moan and body spasm that Nick always caused in him upon hitting his prostate.
"Yes! Fuck!" Nick groaned as his spry young boyfriend quickened his pace, coming in at different angles and intentionally hitting his sweet spot every third thrust, drawing moans even louder from the man he loved. This was becoming such a risk of getting caught, the volume of their collective moans. Though Ellis would never admit it, the fear of being caught was only arousing him more. Yes, Ellis was more into romance than raw sexual energy, and had been given a choice, he would never have to worry about their privacy being invaded. However, if every single person in the house were to bust into the room at that exact moment, they would either leave the room in a hurry, or watch Ellis make love to Nick without stopping. He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to, but why would he want to? This was something new and as such it was sexy and powerful, having Nick in such mind-blowing pleasure, watching him touch himself, being squeezed like a vice. It was all too much.
"Fuck me, Ellis. Goddamn...so good..." Nick moaned, fist quickening its pace at his crotch.
"Nick" Ellis panted, holding his lover's hips, angling to where now every single thrust was hitting just where it needed to, hitting with enough force for it to feel intense without being rough.
"I can't-" Nick sighed, barely able to make sense of his own words as his mind got more and more hazy and his stomach tightened. Every cell was in fire. Even basic motor skills such as breathing took a back seat and the older man was just desperate to meet thrust after thrust, desperate to climax. His vision blurred, then darkened and his whole body heaved inward.
"Ellis!" He moaned, peaking as semen began coating his chest in hot, messy pulses.
"Shit, you're coming-" Ellis started, overcome by the way Nick's body tightened around his cock and he was pulled over the edge to finish right along side his boyfriend.
"Nick!" Ellis tried to continue, vision dark as he pounded out the last few precious seconds of sex, watching Nick finish painting his body before collapsing beside him on the bed, both men panting and completely spent.
"Did you come inside me?" Nick asked, after several minutes of falling back into a sense of calm.
"Yeah...I'm sorry, Nick. I couldn't stop in time." Ellis replied sheepishly.
"Goddamn it, Ellis." He sighed, getting up to make a completely nude trip to the bathroom.
The safe house happened to have a wood-burning stove, so the following morning, Nick and Ellis woke up to the smells of possible food items being heated enough to send an aroma wafting about the hallway.
"Mornin, guys" Ellis greeted Rochelle and Keith, sitting down on the floor beside them. On top of the stove was a coffee can full of yellowish brown, sweet smelling goop. There was another family sized can of baked beans heating up, and on the floor was an open and slightly overcooked tin ball of popcorn.
"What is that?" Nick asked once he caught a glimpse of the gooey looking substance in the coffee can.
"Peanut butter and apple sauce, mixed together and heated up." Keith answered with a grin. "Ro and I found some crackers, so we're gonna pretend its pie."
"You realize you're gonna shit yourself inside out if you eat that, don't you?" He shot back, sitting beside Ellis, being that nobody that wasn't aware of their relationship was even awake yet.
"Nah, I'll be fine." Keith insisted.
"With everything his guts been through, I don't think much else could happen." Ellis agreed. Nothing could have had a worse effect than the raw chicken incident.
"Good morning." Danny mumbled, dragging himself into the room and taking a vacant place on the floor. His hair was a mess and his eyes were baggy. "Nice love bites, Nick."
"What?" Nick's eyes shot open, picking up a spoon and catching his distorted reflection in it. He had no less than four visible marks on his neck, dark and angry from the night before.
"Well, shit." He shrugged it off, watching the cogs in Danny's head turning. People were going to find out sometime, and Nick really didn't care about anybody's opinion but his own. Rochelle and Coach were fine with it, why wouldn't anyone else be? With the world being over, there was so much other shit to worry about. The other group seemed okay with Danny, and Ylaina and Evie, so it was safe to say that they were gay-friendly.