After Doc, Murphy, and 10k leave, the place is empty. "What now?" Skeezy asks, looking around at the messy room. Sketchy hugs him from behind. "Well, just have to clean up the mess. Having a Barbour shop in the middle of the apocalypse is gonna be fun." Sketchy pulls away and walks over to one of the chairs. "You know, it's always been a dream of mine." Skeezy gives him a look. "To have a Barbour shop in the apocalypse?"
"Yes." Sketchy snaps his fingers at his best friend. Skeezy nods and gets to work cleaning up the tanning booth with a smirk on his lips. If his best friend wants this, he'll do this for him.
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After about fifteen minutes of cleaning later, Skeezy bends over to pick up a zombie arm when he feels something touch his hips and ass. Skeezy gasps and straightens up rather quickly. When he's standing, he gets pinned to the wall next to the door. "Sketchy?"
"You know. I'm tired of cleaning. Why don't we do something a little more..." Sketchy walks his fingers up from Skeezy's chest to the neck. "Fun," Sketchy says before grabbing Skeezy's neck with a hand and looking up at him. "Cleaning the basement!" Sketchy says, pulling away and smiling. "Really?" Skeezy deadpans. "Yeah, I found a bunch of guns and drugs down there—the good kind, too." He nudges Skeezy's arm before saying, "Come on." Skeezy follows him down into the basement to find the place already cleaned up. "Where did all the bodies go?" Skeezy asks.
"Moved 'em," Sketchy shrugs. He turns around without a second word and continues on. Skeezy is getting a little ticked off. They've known each other for many years. The testing is getting...annoying and... Skeezy's eyes widen when he enters a room.
He doesn't know what to say.
"Ta-da," Sketchy says as he does jazz hands. There are boxes upon boxes of drugs down here." Skeezy takes a whiff. "Cocaine?" he asks. Sketchy nods. They end up doing some, deciding that cleaning can wait until the next day or the day after that.
Upstairs, they sit in the barber chairs, getting high on whatever Sketchy found downstairs. Giggling fills the room as they talk about old times.
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At some point in the night, Skeezy ends up on Sketchy's lap. They're making out while Sketchy's hands grip Skeezy's ass like they're living savors. Sometimes they get like this... They tell themselves that it's just releasing their pent-up tensions but... Sometimes, it seems like more than that. Skeezy grinds his hips against Sketchy's thighs as he laps up the other's tongue. It doesn't take long for Skeezy to fall under his partner in crime. Just this time. It seems different somehow, though. Skeezy just doesn't know why or how it is. Not yet.
Sketchy pulls him out of his thoughts when he grabs a handful of the other cheek. Skeezy lets out a breath through his nose. Sketchy pushes his tongue against Skeezy's and wins for dominance. His tongue touches each sport that Skeezy likes in quick succession. Skeezy ruts on him harder with each painfully slow second that passes, but he doesn't get to move a lot due to those firm hands holding him in place. They massage the squishy flesh of Skeezy's ass with each stroke of his tongue. Sketchy moves his hands up to Skeezy's lower back and moves a finger up his sweaty spine.
Skeezy arches his back but doesn't move otherwise. His hands have a mind of their own, though. They find their way around Sketchy's neck and hair. He's half bald, so this is a bit different. Skeezy's right-hand finds its way through the thick hair and combs through it, leaving Sketchy humming. With his other hand, Skeezy massages the back of Sketchy's neck before pressing down on the spot right below the navel. Sketchy's head moves back, and it breaks the kiss.
Sketchy leans in next to Skeezy's ear and whispers, "Let's move this somewhere else." Skeezy nods and gets off of him. They go backward into the running booth where Skeezy was cleaning earlier. Sketchy hits the door with his foot and pins Skeezy to the wall. Their heads are spinning from what they took, but neither seems to care enough to say anything. Sketchy attacks Skeezy's neck. Skeezy closes his eyes, getting lost in the pleasing feeling. A knee makes its way between Skeezy's legs, allowing Skeezy to grind his hips on it.
After a couple of minutes of wall foreplay, they end up on the tanning bed somehow. Sketchy on top of Skeezy, touching all over his torso and legs. Skeezy has his eyes closed as Sketchy palms the front of his pants. "Turn around," Skeezy says. Sketchy pulls away from him and smirks, blurry-eyed. He does what he's told, and Skeezy undoes his pants. Sketchy does the same to Skeezy. Once both clocks are out for the room to see, they get started. Skeezy is the first one to lick Sketchy's dick. He tests the waters by going slow and licking the tip a little first before putting his lips on the head. His tongue swirls around the tip. With a hand, he pumps up and down the shaft making Sketchy moan on his dick.
The wet feeling on Skeezy's dick is making his head spin and go even louder than before. Skeezy reaches up and puts more of the shift into his mouth, deep-throating it. Sketchy lets out a hum as he teases the tip of Skeezy's dick. Skeezy lets out a hum of his own before pulling off. "Stop teasing," he mumbles before putting the dick back into his mouth. Skeezy feels Sketchy's mouth curl into a smile before taking in the entire thing at once. Skeezy lets out a moan as his eyes roll back. They mouth fuck each other until they both cum. Sketchy doesn't swallow, but Skeezy does.
Sketchy gets off of Skeezy and rolls onto the ground. "Fuck," he mumbles out as his head rolls back. He takes a couple of breaths before looking up at his partner. Skeezy's is passed the fuck out. Sketchy smirks before the feeling of fatigue takes over.