Pay Attention
Originally posted HERE
It occurred to me today that this should have been posted yesterday. Since I was at work this afternoon there wasn't really anything I could do about it. It had completely slipped my mind yesterday, though. Ugh, bloody election. Almost twelve hours in total devoted to counting those bloody ballots. Whatever happened to good, old-fashioned voter apathy?
To hell with it. On with the fic.
Title: Pay Attention
Pairing: Tallahassee/Columbus
Kink: Fantasies, masturbation, finger-fucking, first time
Prompt: Tallahassee is getting tired of saving Columbus' ass every time the spit fuck starts day dreaming. When he finds out it's because of him, he does something about it.
Prompter: pooka_07
Rating: FRAO
Word Count: 3713
'I'm gonna kill him,' Tallahassee growled, kicking open the door of the motel room and striding across to one of the beds, where he deposited the bags of groceries.
'Cut him some slack,' Wichita said, following him in and dumping her own bags on the other bed. 'He's just tired. I don't think he's sleeping well.'
'He's gonna get us killed!' Tallahassee said, pacing the room. 'If there had been more than five of those bastards, we all could have been zombie chow!'
'Well we weren't. So there's no need to kill him.'
Wichita began sorting through her bags, drawing out cans and packets before tossing them back, obviously searching for something specific.
'No fruit,' she said wryly. 'It's making for a very binding diet.'
Tallahassee ignored her, shook his head and made a wringing motion with his hands.
'I'm gonna choke that spit-fuck's skinny little neck,' he said.
Wichita sighed and rolled her eyes behind Tallahassee's back.
'Look, just leave it 'till the morning, okay?' she said. 'I want to go to bed, and the sound of you murdering him will keep me from my beauty sleep.'
At that moment, Little Rock slouched into the room, her sawn-off cradled loving in her hands.
'Car's locked,' she announced, falling onto her bed and abandoning her gun on the side-table, opting instead to rifle through the bags.
'Keys,' Tallahassee said absently, holding out his hand.
Little Rock sighed and tossed him the keys to the truck. He glanced at them briefly, and then shoved them in his pocket. There was silence for a moment, then he strode over to the door.
'I'm gonna talk to him,' he decided.
'I think you should do that,' Little Rock said. 'I think you should talk with him right now.'
'Alright, then,' Tallahassee nodded absently. 'I'll do that.'
After he had left, Wichita glanced up from her bags and caught the grin on her sister's face.
'What're you smiling about?'
Little Rock giggled. 'I'd love to see the look on Tallahassee's face when he goes into Columbus' room.'
'Why?' Wichita asked.
'Columbus is having some private time.'
Wichita was silent for a moment, then her face split into a broad grin and she too giggled.
'That would be something to see.'
Tallahassee paused outside Columbus' room, raising a hand to push open the door. When his fingertips were an inch from the wood, however, he stopped dead. A low, slightly muffled moan came from inside the room, and Tallahassee pressed his ear to the door, straining to hear. After a moment, he heard a few more groans and then the squeak of bedsprings became obvious.
Tallahassee's face split into a broad smirk.
'Well fuck me,' he muttered.
He made to pull back, to return to his own room, and perhaps have a little time to himself as well. God knew that it'd been a while since he'd had some kind of relief. Not since the little spit-fuck had joined up with him, anyway. What stopped him was a single word, moaned by the occupant of the room beyond the door.
'Tallahassee!'
He froze, straining to hear, and now that all his attention was on picking out the sounds coming from beyond the door, he recognised his name being groaned a few more times, along with some heavy panting and what sounded like: 'Fuck, don't stop.'
It all made sense now, he realised. Every time the kid had zoned out, he'd been looking at him. His every look, his every word had hinted at some sort of underlying feeling for him. At the time, Tallahassee had just thought the kid was being his usual annoying self, but perhaps it had been something more. God knew Columbus had been touching him a lot more often than he used to, but Tallahassee had dismissed it as being a side-effect of the weird, dysfunctional, almost family-like relationship that had developed amongst the four of them. He'd thought that he'd become a sort of surrogate father-figure for the three kids, and he knew that in his own mind they'd sort of taken on the role of children. Not replacing Buck. Never replacing him, but certainly becoming a substitute for his fatherly affections.
Now it seemed that Columbus did indeed want his affection. Just not the fatherly kind. Tallahassee chuckled, his smile becoming even wider.
Well, he certainly had no problem with that.
He carefully gripped the doorknob and turned it slowly. It was unlocked.
Perfect.
Not hesitating for even a moment, he pushed open the door and strode into the room.
Columbus lay on the bed, completely naked, one hand gripping his slicked-up cock, the other thrown behind his head. His eyes were shut tightly, and a pair of headphones on his ears obviously blocked out all sound in the room, since he hadn't made any attempt to cover himself up, nor had he appeared to have noticed Tallahassee's presence, continuing to stroke himself slowly.
As quietly as he could, Tallahassee closed and locked the door behind himself, then sat on the empty bed, palming his own dick through his pants.
Fuck, the kid looked so hot. Slightly muscled, but incredibly lean and with a cock to match, Tallahassee watched every movement he made. The rise and fall of his pale chest, the slight shifting of weight that sent the springs creaking, and every stroke of his hand on that long, thin dick. Every slight shiver as his hand rubbed past his circumcision scar, every breathy little moan when he increased the pressure on his cock head, every indrawn breath as he stroked downwards, drawing the skin taught over the organ, they all came together and passed ran straight down Tallahassee's spine, sparking in the base of his own dick.
Fuck, he couldn't take it. He unzipped himself, spat on his hand, and took his own cock in a firm grasp.
God, it had been so long since he had touched himself in this way. He reclined slightly and got a better grasp on himself, his eyes never leaving Columbus' prone form as he stroked himself.
Columbus flung out his free hand, groping on the bedside table for the small tube of lube that sat there. His hand knocked it, and it rolled off the surface and onto the floor.
'Fuck,' Columbus said, and opened his eyes.
Instantly, his gaze snapped to Tallahassee, and then down to the man's cock.
'Fuck,' he swore again, his hand coming to a complete stop. He used his free hand to remove his headphones and dropped them to the floor.
'Hey, spit-fuck,' Tallahassee grinned.
'Tallahassee!' Columbus blushed. 'Um... would you buy it if I said this isn't what it looks like?'
Tallahassee nodded meaningfully at his own straining dick.
'I think we're probably past that.'
'Right,' Columbus nodded.
Tallahassee stood, his dick bobbing in front of him as he crossed the room to sit on the edge of Columbus' bed. He bent down and picked up the lube from the floor, uncapping it and turning to look at Columbus.
'Want some help?' he asked.
Wordlessly, Columbus nodded, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips.
Grinning broadly, Tallahassee tossed the lube on the bed, stood, and then stripped quickly, tossing his clothing in any and every direction. Once naked, he sat back on the bed, picked up the lube, squeezed a generous amount onto one hand, and then took hold of Columbus' cock.
The kid groaned and arched up into the grasp, his toes curling on the sheets and his hands gripping tightly at the pillow behind his head.
Tallahassee stroked firmly, his grip quite tight, squeezing Columbus' dick. It was tighter than Columbus was used to, and it hurt a bit, but it still felt so good.
Tallahassee stroked for a few minutes, Columbus squirming on the bed and moaning so loudly that if anyone had been next door they certainly would have heard him. His hips bucked upwards, a familiar feeling swelling in his abdomen.
Something about his manner must have clued Tallahassee into the fact that he was well on his way to coming, as the man gave a final stroke, then released his cock and picked up the lube again.
Columbus reached down, trying to give himself some relief, but Tallahassee was too quick, grabbing his hands and putting them back above the kid's head.
'Nuh-uh, spit-fuck. No touching,' Tallahassee said, coating the fingers of his right hand with a liberal amount of lubricant.
He paused and looked back at Columbus' face.
'You ever done this before?'
Columbus shook his head.
'Huh.' Tallahassee was silent for a moment, Columbus' heavy panting the only sound in the room. 'Right.'
He slapped Columbus' thigh, had enough to leave a pink hand-print. The kid let out a gasp, more shocked than hurt, and then brought his hand down to rub at the quickly fading mark, trying to take some of the sting out of it.
'What the hell!?' Columbus demanded, sitting up to bring his face level with Tallahassee's.
'C'mon, on your knees,' Tallahassee said, reaching forward and giving Columbus' dick another few short strokes.
Grumbling quietly, Columbus flipped himself over and got on his hands and knees, looking back over his shoulder in anticipation. His cock bobbed wildly in mid-air, and it was all he could do to prevent himself from just finishing the job that he had started and Tallahassee had continued.
He flinched when a cool, slick finger slipped between his buttocks and gently against his hole.
'Relax, spit-fuck,' Tallahassee murmured, pressing forward gently, the tight ring of muscle yielding slightly under his touch.
Columbus breathed deeply, trying to follow Tallahassee's instructions. Slowly, his muscles relaxed, and then suddenly Tallahassee's finger pushed forward and before either of them knew what was happening, it was sheathed inside Columbus up to the second knuckle.
Columbus moaned and buried his face into the pillow his muscles alternately tensing and relaxing as he tried to adjust to the unfamiliar feeling of an intrusion into one of his most intimate areas. Tallahassee ran a hand along Columbus' side, stroking and soothing the kid's twitching flesh and making small, comforting noises in his throat.
He resumed pushing forward with his finger, easing into the tight heat of Columbus' body. Thinking about what it would feel like to be buried inside the kid's upturned ass sent Tallahassee's dick pulsing and bobbing, becoming even harder than he had thought possible. Despite his impatience, however he continued to prepare Columbus, slipping his finger in and out, swivelling it around the kid's insides, feeling his way for that one particular bundle of nerves. When he did manage to find it, Columbus let out a loud moan, his entire body trembling as the invading digit rubbed firmly against his prostate.
Tallahassee added another finger, stretching the ring of muscle beyond comfort and eliciting a muffled gasp from the boy. Tallahassee slowed his fingers, carefully stretching and scissoring, trying to rub across the kid's prostate with every thrust.
A soft sob made Tallahassee's head jerk up. Even with the almost universal trembling in Columbus' body, it was still very obvious that his shoulders were heaving because the boy was crying.
'Hey,' Tallahassee said, stilling his fingers and rubbing a hand up and down his back. 'D'you want to stop?'
Columbus shook his head, although his quiet sobbing continued unabated. They stayed that way for a few minutes, Columbus shaking and sobbing but obviously trying to get it under control and adjust to the stretching of his sphincter. For his part, Tallahassee kept his penetrating hand perfectly still, but slipped his other hand around under Columbus' stomach and took hold of the kid's slightly flagging penis, gently stroking some life back into it in an attempt to offset the pain in Columbus' rear.
Eventually the crying subsided, and Tallahassee felt confident enough to scissor his fingers in Columbus' ass. This elicited an immediate gasp from the kid, and Tallahassee stopped again. He didn't know how he was going to get past this.
Eventually an idea struck him, and he looked up at the back of Columbus' head.
'Hey, spit-fuck.'
When no reply came, Tallahassee let go of Columbus' cock and smacked him hard on his upturned ass. The kid gasped and jerked forward, banging his head on the headboard.
Rubbing his aching scalp, Columbus turned his tear-streaked face back over his shoulder and glared at Tallahassee.
'Pay attention, now,' the man said, taking hold of Columbus' dick and resuming the stroking.
'What?' Columbus asked, burying his face once more in the pillow.
'Tell me something: every time you've drifted off in the last couple of weeks, you've been thinking about me, right?'
Columbus nodded into the pillow.
'So,' Tallahassee continued, slowly sliding his fingers further into the warm, tight ass. 'What sort of things do you think about?'
'What's that supposed to mean?' Columbus inhaled sharply when he felt Tallahassee's knuckles hit his ass cheeks, the two non-penetrating fingers rubbing against his perineum.
'Tell me something. What do you think about when you're jerking off? Like right then,' Tallahassee slowly withdrew his fingers, spreading them wide as he did so, stretching Columbus in preparation for what was to come. 'What were you thinking about?'
Columbus was silent for a while, and Tallahassee was tempted to give him another spank just to get some sort of reaction. Just as he had made up his mind to do so, Columbus began to speak.
'It's always the same thing,' he said. 'Remember back in Pacific Playland, when I blew shot your Twinkies?'
'...Yes,' Tallahassee growled, fucking his fingers into Columbus with a bit more vigour. The memory and annoyance were still fresh in his mind.
'Well it was about that.'
'What about it?' Tallahassee was intrigued. He added another finger and, with a loud gasp, all the breath was driven out of Columbus' body. He waited while the kid got his breath back, and as soon as Columbus began to talk, Tallahassee resumed the gentle finger-fucking and the slow stroking of Columbus' cock.
'I was thinking about how angry you were, and at the time I thought you were going to hit me. That's what I was imagining.'
'...Me hitting you?' Tallahassee was baffled.
'Well... not hitting so much as... spanking.'
Both of Tallahassee's hands stopped dead. He looked up and caught Columbus' eye as he turned his head.
'Spanking, huh?' Tallahassee grinned. 'Tell me more.'
Columbus' head dropped back into the pillow, his arms folded above his head and his ass pushing backwards, making Tallahassee's fingers slide even deeper.
'You shout at me a bit,' Columbus began, his voice slightly muffled. 'Call me spit-fuck, then you grab me and drag me over to some boxes-'
Tallahassee listened intently, his fingers still working in Columbus' ass as the kid described his daydream. How the Tallahassee in his head would sit down on the boxes and position him just to his right. The slow stroke of his hand up the fly of Columbus' pants, the way he unbuttoned them, almost tearing at each one in his anger. The way he'd pull them down roughly, making them bunch around his ankles, the underwear following shortly afterwards. The kid had a pretty vivid imagination, describing the feeling of the rough denim on his legs and cock when Tallahassee pulled him over his lap; the insistent pressure of Tallahassee's hand on his back, pushing him and holding him down on his legs; the soft rub of his other hand on Columbus' ass.
Every blow was described in vivid detail, Columbus noting which area of his buttocks Tallahassee struck with each spank, the sharp pain when he switched to his upper thighs. He told Tallahassee when the Columbus in his mind began to squirm, when the sobs came, when he reached back to protect his reddened ass and how Tallahassee savagely twisted his arm up behind his back, pinning him in place before raining even more hard blows on the sensitive flesh.
Whilst Columbus had been describing all this, Tallahassee had been working to stretch him, and from the feel of the kid's ass around his fingers, he had managed to do just that. Smiling and palming his own dick, he withdrew from Columbus' ass and uncapped the lube again. He slicked up his dick, giving it a few firm strokes back into full hardness and knelt on the bed behind the kid.
'You ready, spit-fuck?'
Columbus did not reply, apparently once more lost in thought as he had stopped narrating his fantasy.
'Fucking kid,' Tallahassee sighed, raised a hand and brought it down sharply. Columbus jerked, gasped and turned his head, looking wide-eyed at Tallahassee.
'I told you to pay attention. Are you ready?' he waggled his cock and raised an eyebrow.
Columbus nodded, keeping eye-contact with the man as he placed the head of his dick at Columbus' sphincter and then pushed forwards.
There was some resistance at first, not as much as there had been originally, but still enough to give Tallahassee a bit of difficulty entering the kid. Eventually, however, he pushed past the ring of muscle and then he was enveloped in the tight heat of Columbus' ass.
'Shit,' he moaned, pushing forward slowly yet steadily.
'Shit,' Columbus agreed, shaking and panting from the incredible pressure in his ass. With every inch, the feeling of fullness increased, and soon he was sweating from the discomfort. It was good, though, and when Tallahassee hit his prostate he jerked his hips backwards, trying to take more. To Columbus, it seemed as if the dick inside him was much bigger than it had been when Tallahassee had been stroking it earlier.
Eventually, however, Tallahassee's hips hit Columbus' backside, his short-cropped pubic hair scratching at the sensitive flesh of the kid's stretched hole.
'Fuck,' Columbus gasped, his hands gripping and twisting the sheets tightly. He trembled, the muscles in his ass clenching spasmodically around Tallahassee's cock.
Apparently deciding that Columbus had had long enough to adjust to the intrusion, Tallahassee pulled back and then slammed roughly back in, his hips slapping loudly against Columbus, who exhaled sharply, his eyes fluttering closed when Tallahassee's dick bumped against that knot of nerves inside him. The bedsprings creaked under the force of the thrust, and the headboard banged against the wall, making the lamp on the bedside table wobble precariously on the edge. Both men ignored it, the pleasure each of them were deriving from the situation making them block out all other stimuli, focusing solely on the sensations.
Tallahassee set a brutal pace, each thrust into Columbus pounding him into the mattress and slamming Tallahassee's dick harder into his prostate. As it had been so long since Tallahassee had had any sort of sexual activity, it wasn't long before he felt the familiar feeling welling up at the base of his cock. Panting hard and constantly muttering 'fuck' under his breath, Tallahassee tried to stave of his orgasm long enough to make sure that Columbus would come first.
As it turned out, all it took was a few brief strokes of his cock and Columbus was coming hard, spurting a copious amount of cum, some of which splattered across his belly but mostly landing in streaks on the bed.
The clenching of Columbus' rectum was enough to coax Tallahassee over the edge, and, with one last cry of 'fuck', he pushed into the kid's ass as far as he could, his hips grinding against Columbus' pelvis, and he shot his load deep into the younger man.
As soon as he was done, Tallahassee pulled out and wandered into the bathroom to clean himself up, leaving Columbus half-kneeling on the bed, panting into the pillow in the afterglow. He could barely focus on anything other than the sudden emptiness he felt in his ass, and how sore he was there.
He was just beginning to fall asleep, still in the same position that Tallahassee had been fucking him in, when the man came back into the room and tapped him on the shoulder.
'C'mon, spit-fuck,' he said. 'The shower works.'
Reluctantly, Columbus allowed himself to be dragged into the bathroom and put under the spray, Tallahassee having to support him as he could barely stand upright. He hardly noticed when Tallahassee bent him over and cleaned up the cum that had begun to leak out and run down his legs.
Once they were both clean, Tallahassee towelled down both Columbus and himself and then led the exhausted kid back into the bedroom. Skirting around both the cum-streaked bed and the shards of pottery that were all that remained of the precariously positioned lamp, Tallahassee pulled back the covers on the clean one, pushed Columbus into it and then gathered up his own clothes.
He paused long enough to pull on his underwear, and then unlocked the door. Looking back over his shoulder, he said goodnight and received a mumbled approximation of it in return. He shook his head and smiled to himself. Perhaps he needed to have more 'talks' with Columbus in the future, he mused. After all, the kid's zoning out was putting them all in danger, and it could even be thought of as his duty to the group to make sure that it wouldn't happen again. Perhaps next time he'd even discuss this little spanking fantasy that Columbus had been harbouring for the past few weeks.
He turned off the light and left the room, emerging into the cold night air. He looked to his left and nodded to Wichita, who was on the first night watch shift. Theoretically she was supposed to be watching for zombies, but currently she was staring wide-eyed at Tallahassee. He nodded to her and then turned and walked away from her, heading for his own room.
Wichita watched him go, her eyes never leaving his barely-dressed form. Finally she shook her head and turned back to watching the parking lot, a wry smile on her lips.
'About time,' she muttered, hoisting her rifle into a more comfortable position and gently fingering the trigger. A gentle snoring came from Columbus' room, and her grin widened.
It looked as if everything was going to be fine from now on.
~fin