Fic: Same Old, Same Old
Title Same Old, Same Old
Rating NC17
Fandom Zombieland
Characters -
Pairing Tallahassee/Columbus
Summery A zombie horde shows up at the most inopportune time for the duo, but Tallahassee continues on with fucking the life out of Columbus, even while killing the undead.
It’s not like they hadn’t done this before. No, Columbus was a frequent flyer on Air Tallahassee Buttfuck. And it wasn’t like they hadn’t been in this position before either. Columbus enjoyed each and every way Tallahassee decided to fuck him to kingdom come, and reverse cowgirl was just fine with him.
Tallahassee insisted on keeping it cowgirl.
But this was new. It was new when Columbus found himself stuffed full with Tallahassee and on top of the hood of their newest get-away car; sleek, black Cadillac with a big white three painted on either side. It was exciting-the exhibitionism. Though no one was around to see them, Columbus still felt an electric thrill buzz through him with each thrust and roll of their hips. He groaned and leaned back against Tallahassee, breathing hard against the man’s cheek. He was so close to coming and he hadn’t even touched himself yet; just riding Tallahassee’s cock as hard as he could. Large hands skirted over his naked chest, rolling his nipples and groping where Columbus would have breasts.
Then they heard a groan from some 10 yards off, and it wasn’t a good groan. All motion stopped, save for slight involuntary twitches, as the two scanned the surroundings for their visitor. Two zombies emerged from behind shrubs, watching and drooling some bile-ish blood.
Columbus couldn’t breathe. On one hand, he was closer to orgasm than he’d been in a good long time, but on the other, zombies. Motherfucking zombies creeping towards them before breaking into a convulsionary sprint that would no doubt end in some sort of bloodshed. He turned out to be right on that note, because not a second after that thought did one zombie’s head endure a small explosion before the body crumpled to the ground like a sack of-
He was moving. Not the zombie, Tallahassee was. One arm around Columbus’ narrow waist and the hips behind him rocking again, Tallahassee was actually fucking him and shooting a fucking zombie! Infuriated, Columbus turned to give Tallahassee an earful but he was cut off by another round being emptied into a crazed cannibal’s skull. With the shots came punctuated thrusts and stars behind Columbus’ eyes. Fuck it. If Tallahassee got off on killing zombies-BANG-then he could just learn to deal with that. It was sick-BANG-and kinky beyond belief, but whatever settled the redneck’s fragile nerves had to be good.
Lucky for him, more zombies emerged, and with each shot the rhythm increased. By the time six corpses fell, Columbus was jerking and bouncing in Tallahassee’s lap from the force of the thrusts. His eyes had long since rolled back from the harsh pleasure, leaving him blind to the slaughter but smelling the blood and musk around him, hearing each explosion too close, tasting his own blood from a split lip, and feeling Tallahassee pound into him harder than ever. He gasped raggedly, nails digging into Tallahassee’s naked thigh, and barely gasped his warning-
“I’m gonna…!” Too late. Columbus’ back arched hard against Tallahassee’s chest and he cried out a wordless shout, coming hard and nearly blacking out. Tallahassee’s thrusts became erratic and stressed, prolonging the intensity of Columbus’ orgasm until the older man climaxed as well, deep inside Columbus. He ground deep and barked out a short, deep groan into Columbus’ tangled mop of curls.
Columbus shifted and stretched against him while Tallahassee focused on breathing. He inhaled deeply against Columbus’ neck and chuckled when he felt the kid’s arms stretch back and around his neck. His hands felt over his pale torso and Columbus uttered a small, shaking whimper of oversensitivity. He was squirming fussily by the time the work-roughened hands reached his inner thighs, caressing his flagging cock and feeling it twitch uncomfortably.
Columbus kept gasping and jerking away, kicking out and being a general handful to deal with. Tallahassee kept at it; kissing his neck wetly and sucking hard while his hands massaged over Columbus’ too-sensitive groin.
“St-stop!” He finally gasped, twisting away, “Tallahassee!”
“Too much, spitfuck?” Tallahassee teased, purring in a low voice.
“Yes!” Columbus threw his head back, “Stop!”
“Come on,” Tallahassee breathed against his ear. A harsh shudder ran straight through Columbus’ body to his toes. The flexed and clenched sporadically.
“N--!” He choked, slamming a fist down on Tallahassee’s thigh. It was too much, too much, and it somehow felt like a coil was being tightened inside him. He felt dizzy and worn-through, but hands kept working him until-
Fingers dipped behind his balls, touching against where both he and Tallahassee were still connected. Columbus gasped and slammed his thighs together, effectively trapping Tallahassee’s hand. It only went further; working up into Columbus and alongside his own dick, stretching Columbus too far.
Columbus gasped hard, shuddering. He drew his thighs up to his chest and his ankles crossed, locking Tallahassee’s arm in completely. The flush on his face was deep and misting with beads of sweat. He was suffering with sensory overload, barely able to breathe or hear past his own heart beat pounding in his ears. A finger found his prostate and Columbus grunted loudly with a screwed up and pained expression. His fist slammed on Tallahassee’s thigh again and it was sure to bruise by now.
“Wh’th’FUCK!” Columbus barked when he felt the finger push against his prostate again, “Tall-!”
“Oh shut up,” Tallahassee grunted. His wrist twisted hard against his balls and the fingers pushed hard and deep until Columbus’ body shook and he snarled out a second, dry orgasm. His body briefly convulsed, though soon enough he was gasping and lying limp against Tallahassee; legs spread wide and exposing.
“Ha’e… you,” Columbus sobbed into Tallahassee’s neck, “Th’… fuck.”
“Yell at me later. Best two orgasms you ever had; and you can go to the bank with that,” He told his fussy partner as he maneuvered both of them off the hood and carried Columbus around to the trunk. Columbus was half-dead and dizzy when he was settled in the back seat. He didn’t seem to mind his ongoing state of undress, falling asleep as soon as Tallahassee set him down.
Briefly, in his loss of consciousness, Columbus was aware of the older man watching him sleep and dressing simultaneously. The moment was uncharacteristically endearing; almost enough for Columbus to wake himself and ask Tallahassee to join him in a post-coital nap. The moment was ruined, however, by yet another shotgun blast and another crumpling body.
Again, nothing new.
End.
Rating NC17
Fandom Zombieland
Characters -
Pairing Tallahassee/Columbus
Summery A zombie horde shows up at the most inopportune time for the duo, but Tallahassee continues on with fucking the life out of Columbus, even while killing the undead.
It’s not like they hadn’t done this before. No, Columbus was a frequent flyer on Air Tallahassee Buttfuck. And it wasn’t like they hadn’t been in this position before either. Columbus enjoyed each and every way Tallahassee decided to fuck him to kingdom come, and reverse cowgirl was just fine with him.
Tallahassee insisted on keeping it cowgirl.
But this was new. It was new when Columbus found himself stuffed full with Tallahassee and on top of the hood of their newest get-away car; sleek, black Cadillac with a big white three painted on either side. It was exciting-the exhibitionism. Though no one was around to see them, Columbus still felt an electric thrill buzz through him with each thrust and roll of their hips. He groaned and leaned back against Tallahassee, breathing hard against the man’s cheek. He was so close to coming and he hadn’t even touched himself yet; just riding Tallahassee’s cock as hard as he could. Large hands skirted over his naked chest, rolling his nipples and groping where Columbus would have breasts.
Then they heard a groan from some 10 yards off, and it wasn’t a good groan. All motion stopped, save for slight involuntary twitches, as the two scanned the surroundings for their visitor. Two zombies emerged from behind shrubs, watching and drooling some bile-ish blood.
Columbus couldn’t breathe. On one hand, he was closer to orgasm than he’d been in a good long time, but on the other, zombies. Motherfucking zombies creeping towards them before breaking into a convulsionary sprint that would no doubt end in some sort of bloodshed. He turned out to be right on that note, because not a second after that thought did one zombie’s head endure a small explosion before the body crumpled to the ground like a sack of-
He was moving. Not the zombie, Tallahassee was. One arm around Columbus’ narrow waist and the hips behind him rocking again, Tallahassee was actually fucking him and shooting a fucking zombie! Infuriated, Columbus turned to give Tallahassee an earful but he was cut off by another round being emptied into a crazed cannibal’s skull. With the shots came punctuated thrusts and stars behind Columbus’ eyes. Fuck it. If Tallahassee got off on killing zombies-BANG-then he could just learn to deal with that. It was sick-BANG-and kinky beyond belief, but whatever settled the redneck’s fragile nerves had to be good.
Lucky for him, more zombies emerged, and with each shot the rhythm increased. By the time six corpses fell, Columbus was jerking and bouncing in Tallahassee’s lap from the force of the thrusts. His eyes had long since rolled back from the harsh pleasure, leaving him blind to the slaughter but smelling the blood and musk around him, hearing each explosion too close, tasting his own blood from a split lip, and feeling Tallahassee pound into him harder than ever. He gasped raggedly, nails digging into Tallahassee’s naked thigh, and barely gasped his warning-
“I’m gonna…!” Too late. Columbus’ back arched hard against Tallahassee’s chest and he cried out a wordless shout, coming hard and nearly blacking out. Tallahassee’s thrusts became erratic and stressed, prolonging the intensity of Columbus’ orgasm until the older man climaxed as well, deep inside Columbus. He ground deep and barked out a short, deep groan into Columbus’ tangled mop of curls.
Columbus shifted and stretched against him while Tallahassee focused on breathing. He inhaled deeply against Columbus’ neck and chuckled when he felt the kid’s arms stretch back and around his neck. His hands felt over his pale torso and Columbus uttered a small, shaking whimper of oversensitivity. He was squirming fussily by the time the work-roughened hands reached his inner thighs, caressing his flagging cock and feeling it twitch uncomfortably.
Columbus kept gasping and jerking away, kicking out and being a general handful to deal with. Tallahassee kept at it; kissing his neck wetly and sucking hard while his hands massaged over Columbus’ too-sensitive groin.
“St-stop!” He finally gasped, twisting away, “Tallahassee!”
“Too much, spitfuck?” Tallahassee teased, purring in a low voice.
“Yes!” Columbus threw his head back, “Stop!”
“Come on,” Tallahassee breathed against his ear. A harsh shudder ran straight through Columbus’ body to his toes. The flexed and clenched sporadically.
“N--!” He choked, slamming a fist down on Tallahassee’s thigh. It was too much, too much, and it somehow felt like a coil was being tightened inside him. He felt dizzy and worn-through, but hands kept working him until-
Fingers dipped behind his balls, touching against where both he and Tallahassee were still connected. Columbus gasped and slammed his thighs together, effectively trapping Tallahassee’s hand. It only went further; working up into Columbus and alongside his own dick, stretching Columbus too far.
Columbus gasped hard, shuddering. He drew his thighs up to his chest and his ankles crossed, locking Tallahassee’s arm in completely. The flush on his face was deep and misting with beads of sweat. He was suffering with sensory overload, barely able to breathe or hear past his own heart beat pounding in his ears. A finger found his prostate and Columbus grunted loudly with a screwed up and pained expression. His fist slammed on Tallahassee’s thigh again and it was sure to bruise by now.
“Wh’th’FUCK!” Columbus barked when he felt the finger push against his prostate again, “Tall-!”
“Oh shut up,” Tallahassee grunted. His wrist twisted hard against his balls and the fingers pushed hard and deep until Columbus’ body shook and he snarled out a second, dry orgasm. His body briefly convulsed, though soon enough he was gasping and lying limp against Tallahassee; legs spread wide and exposing.
“Ha’e… you,” Columbus sobbed into Tallahassee’s neck, “Th’… fuck.”
“Yell at me later. Best two orgasms you ever had; and you can go to the bank with that,” He told his fussy partner as he maneuvered both of them off the hood and carried Columbus around to the trunk. Columbus was half-dead and dizzy when he was settled in the back seat. He didn’t seem to mind his ongoing state of undress, falling asleep as soon as Tallahassee set him down.
Briefly, in his loss of consciousness, Columbus was aware of the older man watching him sleep and dressing simultaneously. The moment was uncharacteristically endearing; almost enough for Columbus to wake himself and ask Tallahassee to join him in a post-coital nap. The moment was ruined, however, by yet another shotgun blast and another crumpling body.
Again, nothing new.
End.