Well...not many reviews, actually hardly any, but Imma keep on writing cuz at least I'M liking this fic. It's stormin' super bad outside, so I hope the power don't go out or anything and I lose all my typing...I WOULD DEVELOP ROID RAGE IF THAT HAPPENS!
Random: Many people argue that Nick belongs with Rochelle, seeing as she's the only other L4D woman in the series and Ellis belongs with Zoey. But if you ACTUALLY PAID ATTENTION, Ellis and Zoey went seperate ways meaning that their relationship is impropable. And Rochelle openly said that she would die before she loved Nick and anyway...SHE'S IN LOVE WITH FRANCIS! So the only other obvious pairing left is NickxEllis! HAHA! IN YOUR FACE ANTI-NICKxELLIS RETARDS! xP
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The first rays of sunlight peeked through the CEDA tent. Ellis, who still felt the weight of Nick's arm around his waist, groaned slightly, both at the fact that it was already morning and his wounds hurt like hell. He made no move to get up, just merely laid there, enjoying the moment of quiet peace. He heard the birds start with their song outside and wondered how the morning could still be so beautiful despite the fact that the world had gone to hell.
He felt Nick's breath on his neck and tensed up, realizing just how close he and the conman were. He hadn't realized that his breathing had become shallow and that familiar heat had met his cheeks.
Mutturing an intelligble curse to himself, he tried to dislodge himself from the conman, first trying to roll away. But as he was inching towards the edge of the cot, Nick snaked his arm about his waist and pulled him back.
"Gah..." Ellis gasped as Nick repositioned themselves the same way that they were. "N-Nick, buddy...I kinda need to get up here..." he said, a mix of embarrassment and shyness.
Even though Nick's eyes were still closed, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "C'mon, overalls...a few more minutes."
"S-Sure, sure, but I need to get up and use the damn bathroom." Ellis went to make another move to leave, but Nick grabbed his arm and yanked him back down, earning a painful hiss from Ellis. He was reminded of yesterdays wounds.
Nick's eyes were open now and he whispred seductivly to Ellis. "Now what would be the fun in that?"
Ellis's breath hitched in his throat at the sound of the gambler's voice. All of a sudden, the tent felt hot and cluttered and he began to sweat. "Whaddiya mean...?"
He gasped slightly when he felt his lips against his neck. "You know what I mean..."
"Aah-ah...I don't..." he tried to protest again, but the consistent movement of Nick's lips on his neck distracted him. "This ain't right..."
Nick's lips were now making their way up the mechanic's jaw-line. "Who's saying that? I thought you were the faggot here..."
The use of that derogatory term almost made Ellis glare at the conman, but it was hard to be angry with him whenever he was recieving the treatment Nick was giving him. He felt himself involuntarily tilting his head toward Nick for the kiss, his eyes already fluttering shut.
The conman smirked, obviously having full-control over the kid. He realized just how easy of a fuck Ellis could be and the urge to take advantage of him was overwhelming. He licked his lips then leaned in and placed and open-mouth kiss on the kid.
Obviously, Ellis hadn't been expecting him to be that bold and gasped in quiet surprise. Nick took advantage of his open mouth and thrust his tongue inside, teasing and provoking Ellis to play along.
Before he knew it, the mechanic was turning towards him and he found a pair of tan, well-toned arms wrapped around his torso.
Fine then, Nick thought to himself. He slipped his right hand behind Ellis's head and fisted a handful of the brunette locks, securing their kiss furthermore. He slanted his mouth slightly more, shoving his tongue deeper into his mouth. He heard a low moan escape from the mechanic and resisted smirking against his lips.
But the kiss couldn't last forever and they soon found themselves parted, gasping for breath. Ellis's face was flushed from embarrassment and he distracted himself with something inside the tent to avoid looking at Nick. Soon he found himself pulling away and getting up from the cot.
His Bullshifters shirt lay on the table beside the bed, crusted in blood and gore. He scowled at it, picking it up off the table and trying to staighten out what used to be his favorite shirt.
"Listen, kid..." he heard Nick murmur from across the tent. He was straightening out his already dirty suit, pulling at the hem and repositioning the shoulder blades. "This stays between you and me, hear?"
Ellis nodded, serious. He couldn't help the way he felt right now. He felt like he'd just commited a murder, like he'd just said the wrong line in a school play, like he'd been caught with his hand down his pants...
Which promptly would've been someone else's hand if he hadn't pulled away like he did.
"Okay." he said simply. He wanted to try and refrain talking from Nick. Everything felt so...awkward now.
The conman picked up his Rifle and magnum and began heading for the tents exit. Ellis hesitantly picked up his gun and axe and followed behind him slowly, a visible limp showing.
"You okay there, killer?" Nick questioned, studying the way he hobbled behind him.
"I'm..." Ellis hissed in slight painas he tried walking faster. "...fine. Don't worry 'bout me."
Before he could do anything, Nick's arm was wrapped around his shoulders and the conman was helping him limp along. Ellis stared quietly at him.
"What, now? You mad cause I kissed you or what? Cause you really didn't seem to have a problem with it, as I recall." Nick said bluntly. He smiled, thinking back how the kid was so eager and was practically throwing himself on him.
"No!" Ellis quickly shot back. "I'm fine, like I said!" He looked away, glaring hard at the closely-approaching mall. After a few minutes of silence, he finally sighed and gace up. "Listen...I know I'm bein' an ass right now. I'm sorry 'bout that, Nick, it's jus'...ah, well...its nothin' really. Jus' me bein' grumpy for nothin'." Of course that was a lie, but it sounded awfully convincing to Ellis.
"I'd say, asshole. I didn't know we switched roles here. What happened to being the happy-go-lucky kid you were? Now I'm the one trying to cheer you up."
"Like I said, it ain't nothin'." Ellis repeated again. Then it hit him. "Oh shit...Coach and Rochelle never came back, din't they?"
"Nope." Nick said, making a stressed sound on the 'p' sound. "They're probably in the mall or something. I'm pretty sure they're okay." They were now at the red, safe-room door and Nick was helping Ellis hobble inside. He shut the door then barred it shut after they were in. Ellis sat on the floor against the wall, while Nick walked up to a table containing ammo, water, 2 candy-bars, and a note.
He picked up the note, eyes scanning over it quickly.
Nick and Ellis,
Coach and I went on ahead int he mall. We think that maybe the evac station is furhter back in. Also, we hope that Ellis is okay and if he is, tell him that Coach and I are sorry we didn't come back. We found a little food and water. We left some for you. We'll meet you guys in the Atrium later on.
Love Rochelle and Coach
Nick crumpled the piece of paper up and shoved it aside. He grabbed the water bottles and 2 candy-bars then took a seat next to Ellis on the floor. He held out the two candy-bars the him.
"Milky-Way or Butterfinger?" he said, motioning for Ellis to pick. Ellis quickly picked up the Butterfinger and tore the yellow wrapping off it. He nearly ate half the candy-bar in one bite, chewing then quickly swallowing. Nick stared at him strangely while he was still trying to open his candy-bar up. He finally did and broke off a small piece of it, quickly depositing it in his mouth.
Ellis turned and saw that he was staring at him. "What?" he said, his breath smelling of sweet chocolate and peanut-butter.
Nick shook his head, taking another bite of his candy-bar. "Nothing. Here, something to wash it down with." He handed the mechanic a water bottle, then grabbed one for himself, breaking the tab. I felt so good to finally eat something after a day and a half, even if it was a cheap, lousy candy bar and plain water.
"I'm jus' hungry, man. Haven't eaten in TWO days." He emphasized the 'two' then rubbed his stomach. He finished the rest of his candy-bar then took a swig of his water.
Nick nibbled another small piece off his candy-bar, studying the mechanics every movement. Ellis finished off the water bottle in a few short minutes, letting out a satisfied "Ahhhh" whenever he was done. He patted his stomach again, this time smiling.
"Feelin' tons better now." he smiled over at Nick, exposing the bright whites of his teeth. Nick was surprised to see no chocolate smeared on them. But he did see a forgotten smudge left on the right corner of Ellis's mouth. He thought about just telling the kid to wipe it off, but then a better idea hit him.
"Overalls," he began in a murmur. "Come here." He motioned with his finger, urging Ellis to come closer.
Ellis swallowed uneasily, seeing as how they were already close. He could already see where this was leading and immediatly felt himself blushing. But he complied quickly, scooting so that his and Nick's arms we're touching.
Nick tilted his head slightly to the right, then continued. "I said, come here."
As if he couldn't do it himself, Nick pulled Ellis over and positioned him between his legs. He leaned forward, smirking at the mechanics overall shyness and reluctance. It was as if he was about to fuck the guy...yet...
He leaned in, murmuring sweetly. "You missed a spot there." The poor hick probably doesn't know what to think, Nick thought to himself. But prepared or unprepared, he still leaned in then licked at the corner of the mechanic's mouth, earning a low gasp from him. He tasted the sweet chocolate on his tongue, then licked his lips.
Before Ellis knew it, he'd thrown himself on the conman, clenching the white material of his suit in his hands and eagerly crushing himself to him. He felt his lips run across his and quickly parted them. He ran his tongue into Nick's mouth, relishing in the taste of him.
And he felt it, the hard on he was getting for him. It pressed against his pants uncomfortably and Nick could feel it against himself, too. He smiled against Ellis's lips, then pulled away laughing.
Suprisingly, Ellis was the first to speak. "God, Nick...I hate to say this, but I really wantchu right now..." he added a small laugh at the end.
Nick laughed too. "You ever realize that we're in the middle of a zombie apocalypse?" It didn't matter, he thought to himself. Either way, something was gonna happen.
"That don't matter." Ellis said, mirroring his thoughts. "I wantchu right now." He pressed himself against the conmen, his erection rubbing against his stomach. It caused a small groan to escape his lips.
At the same time, Nick had to admit that the kid was definetely giving him the hots. But somewhere in this run-down mall, Coach and Rochelle were off fighting zombies and possibly for their life. And all he think about was fucking this kid's brains out.
"Now right now Ellis." He found himself saying, thinking on the rational side for once.
He heard the kid whimper in protest, clenching his suit tighter in his fingers.
"I said, not right now, but that doesn't mean I'm not gonna do anything." He added, watching how Ellis's head lifted up from his pout and stared questioningly at him. He could only smirk back as he slid his hands down the mehanics injured, yet well-toned chest. He found the hem of his overalls and slid his hands under them, making Ellis bite his lip. He found him, hard and erect and wrapped his hands around him.
Ellis gasped, clenching his teeth. "Oh god..." He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing through clenched teeth.
Nick began to pump him, running his hand up and down at a slow pace, earning mews and low moans from the mechanic. Ellis set his hand against the wall behind them for support, breathing in ragged gasps.
"God, Nick...fuck, that feels too good..." He let out a long groan, setting his head against the conman's shoulder.
"You want me to go faster?" Nick whispered in a teasing tone. He felt the mechanic nod his head and he increased the pace, pumping him even faster and earning louder moans from him. His hands became slick on him and Ellis's breathing became quicker and more erratic. Nick transitioned from pumping him slow and torturously to fast and quick. His moans became more strained and high-pitched as Ellis found himself thrusting into the conman's hand.
"Oh, shit...shit, shit...god...damn, that's too much..." Ellis groaned at Nick's torturous pace. "Why ya gotta keep slowin' down...?" he asked, impatiently.
"What?" Nick said, innocently. "You want me to go faster?" He turned his head toward the mechanics neck and started nipping at it. "Want me to make you cum?" He works his hand over him quicker, from base to tip, earning an exasperated moan from him. "Well?"
"Ah, fuck yes..." He answered begging. Nick complied and never gave up the fast pace. He pumped him until finally, with a loud moan and shudder, he came into his hand and partially onto his jacket in quick bursts. He panted unevenly, trying to regain his regular breathing pattern and slumped against Nick. The conman absent-mindedly wiped his hand on his jacket. Oh well. He'd just have to find a some sink in the mall to wash it with. It was already ruined.
He placed a kissed to his neck once more then finally spoke. "We need to get going Ellis. Coach and Rochelle are gonna wonder where we are..."
Ellis looked up at him with obviously pleased, bright blue eyes then nodded quickly, standing up and dusting himself off. Nick grabbed his gun and unfinished water then opened the safe-room exit, walking out into the trashed mall with the mechanic following behind.
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EEEeeeee! Giggling like a Jockey while I typed this. This was actually my first Yaoi...err...Lime I guess you could call it since there was no penetration. I hope I did well! I myself kinda thought it was hot...My mouth got dry and I actually had to go get a drink of water while typing this!
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