Rowdyruffboys Apocalypse

by TheUndertalker33

Boomer, Butch, and Brick are out on a supply run for supplies. After a grueling fight, only Butch and Brick make it back to base camp, bloodied and not too broken, only stunned at the loss of their brother. Brick parks the truck and Butch shuts the corrugated make shift gate that they have. They settle and start a fire, somber looks on their faces as they sit and watch the flames.

5. Chapter 5

Brick gives Butch a mocking look and replies with, "Would you~? That would be awesome~." Brick smiles brightly at Butch.

"Get your cute ass over here then~" Butch sticks his hands out and makes grabby motions with his hands as he winks, then gets up from his chair to sit on something more stable.

Brick's eyes widen and he blushes brightly. Slowly makes his way over to Butch. "R-really Butch…?" Brick stutters out nervously.

"Hurry up before I change my mind." Butch pushes his sleeves up and cracks his knuckles, biting at the inside of his cheek and thinking to himself that he can't wait to get his hands on Brick. But of course he tenses up because he can't for the life of him figure out what the hell made that an appealing thought in the first place and watches as Brick makes his way closer.

The red head shifts slowly over to Butch then bites his lip and straddles Butch's lap. "Y-you want me to sit like this or in a different way?" Brick awkwardly shifts to get comfortable in Butch's lap. He looks up at the blacknette a slight blush on his face.

Green eyes meet red as Butch shakes his head slowly, not breaking eye contact. "You're fine this way." He runs his hands up Brick's back and gently digs his fingers into his upper back and works his way down to the small of his back. Then pretty soon his hands are just all over, the eye contact long gone and is actually relieving some of the stiffness with the places he's grabbing and prodding at.

The red cap falls to the ground behind Brick as he tilts his head back. He lets out soft mewls and groans as the pain subsided from his joints. Brick rests his hands on Butch's shoulders. "You weren't kidding Butch…" He grips onto Butch's shoulders tightly as the green eyed boy rubbed a big knot in his lower back.

"Tch. You thought I was? " He presses hard into that knot, digging a knuckle into it to dull it out, all the while completely distancing the fact that the red head is his sibling as he nips playfully at his neck, making a small growl. Then once he gets a small chuckle to follow that he stops all that he's doing dead in his tracks and pulls away with his eyes wide. "U-uh…fuck. I'm sorry."