If there had been any doubts of a coming storm, they were all washed away with the sudden downpour. It was so violent that it practically knocked the two out of their tongue-dancing pleasure. In absent-minded amusement, Nick wondered if that was Gods way of saying 'now knock that shit off!', but he never thought twice of it. He pulled Ellis to his feet—they were both sopping wet.
"Ah, well…" Nick brushed the rain from his eyes, "Guess that's the end of that, kid."
"Uh, no," Ellis replied. His hands came up and grabbed the front of the conman's dress shirt and jerked him down into a clumsy kiss. Nick blinked at the intensity, but then slowly let himself relax and enjoy every bit of it. They had to of lasted a full minute before Ellis finally pulled away to take in a much needed breath of air.
Ellis tried to return eagerly but Nick grabbed the others face between his hands, "Easy, tiger. Let's get out of this rain and you out of that wet clothes." The smile that accompanied those simple words promised a much deeper meaning.
"Yeah," Ellis replied, loosening his grip only slightly, "Yeah, okay."
And Nick could have sworn, sworn that Ellis wasn't walking—or running—but marching them purposefully to their room. It made Nick laugh. Ah, to be young.
"Whas so funny?" Ellis asked as he shoved the card into the door and out. He pushed it opened.
"You," Nick replied, smirking, as he followed the other inside. He leaned back against the door and it clicked shut quietly. His eyes roamed the southerners drenched appearance—yeah, he looked exactly like he did back in Mississippi. Soaking-wet to the bone, but still grinning like an idiot. God, damn it, the kid was fucking adorable. "Come here."
The conman plunged forward, hands grasping at the mechanics wet shirt. It took a few tugs before it un-plastered itself from the mans skin, but when it did Nick was not disappointed. Shit, he had seen the kid half-naked more than once but he hadn't ever given him a second-look. And why? Because he hadn't cared. Now though, as their tongues clashed together in a heated dance, he let his hands ran up the others spine and found every muscle and curve in his body. It was now that Nick realized Ellis was perfect. Absolutely perfectly toned in every way. Despite the irony, Nick thanked God for such a marvelous display of man-flesh.
"Well, hey now. This ain't fair…" Ellis was working very, very hard to try and unbutton Nick's front, but he had come tangled up on the third button down. It may have been their closeness or because Ellis was shaking so badly with anticipation, but for the life of him he could not get the button to unfasten itself. "Damn it. Can't… get… it… off…"
Pop. The button went flying through the air to land somewhere to Nick's left. Nick blinked once before looking down to watch as Ellis jerked the front of his shirt apart all the way down—popping off every button with a little audible noise. Nick didn't know whether he should laugh or be mad. He decided on the former.
"Impatient, are we?" Nick purred, taking the younger mans chin in one hand and tilting his face up. Ellis flushed as he stared into those tantalizing green-gold eyes. But, to be fair, he got what he wanted—Nick's shirt was now unbuttoned. Ellis allowed his fingers to touch the exposed flesh underneath, relishing every little detail. Nick descended his lips onto the mechanic's as he pulled him into a tight embrace, walking the other backwards. They toppled right onto the bed.
Nick tried hard to be as efficient as he could be—kissing and undressing the other at the same time—but he found himself becoming more and more frustrated as it proved impossible to remove the others pajama bottoms without untying the ungodly knot. Doing it one handed wasn't proving to make the job any easier.
Nick broke their kiss, pushing himself up onto his knees and pulling at the draw-string. "What—what the hell is this, Ellis? This is ridiculous. Is this a fucking Celtic knot?" He jerked the knot one way and then the other—damn thing was tight as hell. The older man finally settled on using his teeth. Ellis had no complaints, he simply shivered under the touch, trying hard to not wither too much under the others not-quite meek attempts to undo it.
"Success!" Nick cheered. Off came the cumbersome wet pajama pants. Nick threw them over his shoulder and grasped the others naked hips between his hands. His hands at one time would have been soft and effeminate due to his lifestyle, but after months of killing zombies and fighting for his life, they had become rough and calloused. Ellis found himself pleasantly surprised to enjoy the roughness of it.
Unable to resist not teasing all that flesh with his teeth and tongue any longer, Nick gave in, only after giving the flushed younger man under him a parting kiss. Then down his mouth went, biting and pressing deep kisses down the southerners chest and abdomen. Ellis hands found the conman's hair and the mechanic twisted it between his fingers—it stung, but, gods, it felt good.
Now Ellis was a good and proper gentleman—he had never had sex any other way than what God had intended—man, woman, missionary—enough said. But the moment that Nick's mouth had found his throbbing member Ellis felt like he had been cheated in life. He probably would have been mad at his loss had he not found himself gasping and moaning with pleasure. In fact, it hardly mattered. Waiting this long and experiencing this feeling from Nick was well worth the wait.
Nick's movements were all deliberate, expert and maddening. One tilt of his head one way would send a wave of pleasure through the mechanic, and then a slight dip the other way would practically send the young man shuddering with ecstasy. His tongue was warm, wet and far more nimble than Ellis would have ever imagined. Twisting, stroking—the pressure of his lips as he moved him in and out expertly—that was all Ellis could handle.
"N-Nick—" He had to warn him, had to—"N-N-Nick, I-I'm, I'm gonna, gonna…"
"Mmhmmm…" The gentle rumble in the conman's throat was all that hinted Nick had even heard him. And had he not, he was probably in for one hell of a surprise. Ellis body spread with an intense feeling of pleasure that built up from his groin and melted outward, sending his body shuddering in the throes of an orgasm. Nick almost acted like he didn't notice, but as Ellis' body collapsed back he finally re-emerged. He was smirking.
"H-hey now," Ellis panted, trying hard to push himself up onto his elbows. Nick had straddled him, all the while kissing him along the neck and fondling him in every place imaginable. Ellis only had one complaint; "Ya still got yer clothes on." Nick paused in his kisses and sat up, glancing down to the wet clothes still clinging to him. In fact he hadn't removed one article of clothing yet. "Now tha' ain't fair," Ellis whined.
"I suppose it's not," Nick agreed. He unfastened his belt and slipped it from his waist and tossed it. With far less trouble than he had with Ellis' bottoms, he removed his, boxers and all and moved to grab at the mechanic again—but Ellis surprised him.
The younger man pounced the conman and pinned his arms over his head. Well—holy shit. Nick didn't even get a chance to stay surprised—Ellis crushed his lips against his and practically forced his tongue inside. Nick fought it only briefly before submitting and very quickly, Ellis relented with his aggressive advance, satisfied that Nick had so willingly allowed him entrance. The young man was a surprisingly good kisser when he wasn't so damn keen on simply suffocating his mate into surrender. In fact, Nick noted to allow the kid to dominate him more often in the future.
They pulled apart, panting and grinning at each other. "Are you going to let me go?" Nick questioned, one eyebrow raised. Ellis flushed embarrassingly before releasing his grip on the others wrists. Nick snaked his hands up around the others waist, touching the mechanic's warmed and moist skin greedily.
"Here," Ellis said. He leaned over to the nightstand—purposefully grinding his hips against Nick as he did. The conman let out a little grunt, eyes squeezing shut and smirking at the playful movement. When he opened his eyes again Ellis was waving a small bottle of lotion in his eyes. "Ya wanna?"
Wanna? Sure. Why the hell not. Nick's answer was a passionate kiss.
The younger man straddled the others legs and poured a very liberal amount of the lotion into his palms before lathering the warmed cream onto Nick's hardened manhood. Nick sucked in a breath and held it as Ellis spent probably a little longer than he needed to smothering the lubricant on. Ellis adjusted himself forward, closer, and Nick slicked his fingers with the excess and probed him gently at first, but more insistently as Ellis' soft moans became far too much for him to handle.
It was a breath and a few gasps later that the conman settled himself inside of Ellis. The younger man's back arched at the odd new sensation and his thighs locked against Nick's hips. His breaths were catching in his throat, hands touching and grasping at the others well-toned stomach and chest.
"El-Ellis… You're all right? Are you—" Nick barely could keep himself from moaning the rest of the words out as Ellis shifted his hips forward and then back hypnotically and each time he took in a startled gasp of pleasure. Well that answered that.
At first Ellis was gentle, explorative and aware that he needed to work himself into a position that he and his lover could tolerate. But eventually his enthusiastic youthful drive kicked in and he was grinding the other inside his body with hard and feverish rocks.
Nick wouldn't have ever thought that this other man—any man for that matter—would ever trigger such an intense feeling of pleasure. It wasn't just the movements, that almost violent rocking of hips against hips, but those soft sounds and moans, the way Ellis' face was tilted downward, how his eyes were closed and how he was smiling between each throaty gasp. There was more than just a physical pleasure here—Nick felt his heart swelling even as his body twitched and spasmed under waves of bliss.
Shaking, his hands came up to grasp Ellis' waist and those blue eyes opened just enough to catch his gaze. Ellis' smile widened even further and as he did Nick thrust himself upward and deeper into the other. Ellis' eyes closed involuntarily and then his back arched—a moan escaped him—a moan that suggested that their pleasure was about to reach its peak.
Watching the mechanic moving over him is probably what caused Nick's body to give in first. God damn, those noises were maddeningly beautiful. His body trembled as the orgasm shook his body in uncontrollable spasms. His own throaty moans sent the mechanic over the edge too and soon Ellis' own gasps joined his.
Panting now, they grinned at each other—sweat beading on their bodies and breaths harsh in their ears.
Well god damn—who would have thought? Little mechanic and shady conman? Three months ago Nick would have shot the person dead who had ever even suggested such a ludicrous idea. The odds had been zero. Absolutely zero.
Ellis pulled himself free of the other before he settled himself in the conman's arms. Nick brought him into a fierce, appreciative kiss.
But hell, even a skillful gambler could calculate the odds incorrectly from time to time.
A/N: For some reason I could not for the life of me stop laughing during the writing of this entire sex-scene. It's probably because I know that I'm awful at it—thus why my writing relies so heavily on evoking feeling/emotion—but I took a stab at it anyways. (P.S. if you could SEE the conversation I had with my friend while writing this, you'd probably laugh at how much I made fun of myself while writing this LOL I really should have saved it, we're awful. I must have said cowboy buttsex a hundred times.)
I apologize for not keeping my one-chapter-a-day ritual. My brain was still feeling awfully blank and after having to ride in a car (soon again tomorrow with 6x the distance, ugh) I've been battling some awful carsickness. So, pardon me and my fail.
Once again, not sure how much longer this is going to be. I have several plot ideas in mind, but I'm not sure if anyone is interested enough in following them all the way back to shore and starting a life. I may just write it because I need something to occupy my brain whilst still living in this hell hole. So, if you were expecting a wrap up very soon, I do apologize. I'll try and stay interesting.
lexsterling(dot)deviantart(dot)com/journal/33688860/ -the convo I had with my friend on MSN while writing this chapter. Just to prove how insane I was while writing this LOL