"I wish somebody would tell me what in the fuck is going on here." The man in the ragged, bloodstained white suit stopped to lean against a wall, adjusting his open collar. Underneath, scratches and bruises abounded, and he looked the sort who'd been through the wringer, as a stray animal, with a curious sort of detachment
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"Nick?" Oh god, you have no idea how happy Ellis is right now. You know how dull this place is when you just hang out day after day, listening to sounds he'd rather not have to put up with all day long. Brothels weren't his scene.
Plus, he'd been worried about the others, so it was a relief to hear that voice. "Hot damn! I was wonderin' if you were gonna show up or not."
Hadn't noticed the boner yet, sorry.
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"Overalls!" It was impossible to disguise the warm tone, and he didn't even try. Being alone was suicide, and Nick had this almost unhealthy passion to stay alive, so any of his teammates was a relief, but particularly one who was inclined halfway to be reasonable. Or at least listen to him.
"You wouldn't believe--I woke up in bed with a lady I didn't know, but no hangover, I haven't seen a single walking sunnvabitch corpse here yet--I don't have any guns, either..." His patter wasn't as smooth as usual. Something was wrong.
Had Ellis always looked that ...attractive? Hoboy.
"You're not hurt, right?"
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Ellis hadn't grinned this much since... well, he didn't know when. He missed his familiar little group. If Nick was paying attention, it was probably hard to hide the way his expression had warmed up. Especially since, hey, he wasn't poking fun at him for something... yet. Just talking and Ellis listened, nodding along here and there, maybe... frowning a little.
Just in worry, Nick sounded... weird. But he did believe him. He'd seen weirder things happen all over this joint. Turning that frown to a more reassuring look, he reached out to give the man a quick pat to the shoulder ( ... )
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"Okay, well, no zombies. That's a good thing." He licked his lips--because they were dry, he told himself--glanced around again, and moved nearer to one of the doors, risking a look inside. Empty. Not that he didn't believe the younger man, of course.
"A brothel, you don't say?" He asked, "What was your first clue?"
He was picturing Ellis on his knees, he was picturing him on a bed on his back, face to face, he was ...
"Look, get in here, huh?" He stepped into the room, giving himself another swift mental kick. "I don't like feeling so exposed." Oh god damnit.
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But there was some of that familiar snark he was so used to, so he let himself relax again. "Well, the first clue was this godawful heart-shaped bed I woke up in an' the second would be some... uh... things I saw in somea' the drawers."
There might have been just a little bit of heat rising up to his face by now and he tucked his chin in briefly, hoping to hide that fact. Last thing he needed was Nick noticing that, but hell, he wasn't ignorant or anything but he did not hang out at brothels all that often. "Y'can hear other people a lot too... damn uncomfortable in here at night ( ... )
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"Is that uncomfortable because you're trying to sleep...or because you feel like you're missing out?" The last sentence edged towards a rough growl, and he was not going to take advantage of Ellis' naivete, no, no.
Maybe.
"Funny." He repeated, aching for the other, for the touch of flesh on flesh, for Ellis's stark, bucking body, above or beneath or to the side, it didn't really matter where. Almost before he knew what he was doing, he was reaching out to touch Ellis's cheek, running a gun-calloused thumb over the man's face gently. "You mean like this?"
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Oh, but that wasn't fair, Nick. That comment got him to stop right in his tracks, giving the man a look. "What kinda question is that, Nick?"
The tone of that voice, the strange behavior earlier--Ellis was really starting to feel like coming in here might not have been the wisest idea after all. "I--"
Shit, there were a dozen things he wanted to say, but his mouth wasn't cooperating for once. That touch sent a shiver down his spine and he blamed it on that 'something funny' he just mentioned. "Nick, man, what're you doing?"
He knew he must have totally been wearing that deer caught in a headlight look right about now and that's kind of how he felt too. Nick was cool, but he never pictured this happening at all. "This ain't you talkin' or anything... It's those aphrodisiac things I was told about."
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He grinned, drew almost close enough to brush noses. "Had plenty of opportunities to leave you behind, didn't I? --And you've pulled my ass out of the fire plenty, can't say I don't appreciate it."
Nick found his hand wandering vaguely downwards, resting for a second at Ellis's hip before taking him firmly between the legs. "Drugs or no drugs, this is what I want. How about you?"
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It was hard not to feel a little at a loss for what to do when Nick kept drawing closer, saying words that sent his heart racing faster, that felt good to hear if they really weren't because of the aphrodisiacs in this place...
Things were heating up fast on his end, fast. A little tingle traveling along his nerves with that touh to his hip. He might have swayed towards the other, resisting the urge to press closer. This was pretty damn surreal. But that little voice saying, "No." and "This is Nick." and hell, even, "This is a dude." over and over again shut up pretty damn quick when he was grabbed like that, those words... shit, those words did things to him he hadn't been expecting.
Letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in, he gave a stiff nod, licking suddenly dry lips. "I..."
Okay, his head was kind of spinning, but he managed a ( ... )
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"Mmmf," He protested against that sweet mouth, almost forbidden to him until now, at the statement about freaking out, but honestly he was too far gone to care, and he was getting everything he wanted and more.
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His fingers went to work feverishly at tugging away the other's jacket, working on opening his shirt, lips quirking slightly into the kiss at that little protested noise he successfully muffled.
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"C'mon...hnnf, c'mere--" He managed between locking lips, yanking down on the pants, "Hold on... I wanna--mmm." Of the kiss, half astonished, half pleased, "--that's good."
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That's good.
Those words earned a little smile. "Yeah... you think it'd be bad or somethin'?"
Breaking away from the kiss briefly, he put his cap on the nearest dresser and toss his shirt away. Saved the trouble later and now he could focus on getting Nick's pants down. He might have been a little hesitant now, movements unsure as he let his eyes meet the other's. "Nick, y'think we should move to the bed or somethin'?"
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He thought about Ellis splayed out across the bed, tried to sound cavalier, only halfway succeeded.
"Sure, if you want." His eyes, focused as they were on the particulars of Ellis's winsome face, hadn't missed the uncertainty, and moved to reassure him the only way he knew how, while he unbuttoned his own shirt and kept his eyes on the other man's exposed chest.
"Y'know, I've seen you running towards a Tank, screaming like an idiot. You can't tell me you're scared of me, can you?"
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So of course he was enthusiastic, eager to please and maybe show off a bit. He wasn't entirely clueless, though definitely not as experienced as he wanted to be. "Think I would..."
He didn't want to do it up against a wall, that was for sure. Though if Nick kept looking at him with that face, he might not care much. that little tease encouraged him to step it up a bit, finally pushing the other's pants down, gaze flitting downwards briefly. "I ain't scared a'you, Nick. I just--"
Ellis paused, letting his fingers trail over what was being exposed of the other's chest--though it was tentative, soft, his hands were rough and calloused. What you got working as a mechanic. "Not like I done this with a guy before. Excuse me for not knowin' exactly what I'm doin', Fancy Suit."
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"Sit your ass down over there and spread 'em."
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