Trapped In The Closet
An entry for Rounds of Kink 15. Find it HERE
Title: Trapped In The Closet
Pairing: Tallahassee/Columbus
Kink: Accidental stimulation
Prompt: Tallahassee and Columbus get stuck in a storage closet while running from a horde of zombies.
Prompter: pooka_07
Rating: FRAO
Word Count: 1520
'Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit!' Columbus sprinted along the pitch-black corridor, skidding and sliding on the slippery floor. Although he couldn't really see anything other than faint outlines, he knew exactly what was only a few yards behind him. He turned mid-stride and fired a shot back the way he had come, briefly illuminating the corridor.
Yep, still full of zombies.
He spun back around and increased his pace, pushing his screaming muscles to scrounge whatever extra speed he could from them.
'Fuck!' he swore, blinking rapidly, trying to get rid of the after-image of the shotgun blast. Partially-blinded, he stumbled over what felt horribly like a corpse, managed to recover and then almost collided with the wall at the end of the corridor. Panicking, he moved to the right, stretching out a hand in front of him to feel for any other walls. The last thing he needed was to be knocked out.
The snarling and shuffling behind him grew louder, and he sped up again, the burning ache in his legs growing with every step. He didn't know how long he could keep running.
He screamed when a figure emerged from the darkness to his left, grabbed him and pulled him back down the corridor it had come from, and he struggled and bit, trying to get both hands on his gun to bring it into play.
'Quiet down, spit-fuck.'
Columbus recognised the voice. 'Tallahassee?'
The man did not answer, continuing to drag him along by the collar. How far they went, Columbus couldn't tell, but eventually they turned a corner and warm orange light bathed the hall ahead of them. The light was coming from a narrow doorway to the right, and, hardly pausing, Tallahassee swung him through the doorway, and stepped in after him, pulling the door closed behind him.
It was a closet. A janitor's, judging by the chemicals and cleaning equipment that took up almost all of the space. Two small torches rested on their sides, the beams of light illuminating the small room. Columbus and Tallahassee squeezed into what little room remained, their bodies pressed up against each other uncomfortably close.
Columbus let out a sigh of relief, and sagged against Tallahassee, the older man's steady heartbeat setting a counterpoint to his own's faster-paced beating. If Tallahassee was annoyed by his proximity, he didn't say anything. Instead, he completely ignored Columbus, and listened intently at the door, gripping his gun tightly, his finger resting on the trigger.
'Thanks,' Columbus panted. Tallahassee nudged him in the stomach with the butt of his rifle, and shushed him. Columbus fell silent, concentrating on catching his breath. With nothing else to focus on in this small, enclosed space, his eyes took to running idly across Tallahassee's face, cataloguing the features that were too small to be noticed except in such close proximity. Little dips in the skin, the occasional half-healed shaving nick, and the five o'clock shadow that Tallahassee seemed to sport permanently. He really was a very good-looking man, and just being in such tight quarters with him set Columbus' heart racing again, though this time with the aim of pumping blood to a very different location.
Oh fuck, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut. Not now.
If Tallahassee noticed the growing bulge in Columbus' pants, he didn't say anything. Indeed, it was quite a while before he spoke or even moved, and when he did eventually speak, it was only to say:
'Okay. Sounds clear.'
He removed his hand from the trigger, grabbed the door handle, turned it and pushed.
Nothing happened.
'Fuck,' Tallahassee swore, rattling the knob and pushing with all his might. 'I think it's locked.'
He leant sideways and put his shoulder against the door, trying to put all his weight behind the push, which was proving very difficult in the small space. Each movement caused his hips to rub against Columbus, and the young man bit his lip, trying desperately to ignore the firm pressure against his groin. His dick was rock-hard, and throbbed with each beat of his heart. He was sure that Tallahassee could feel it. How could he not, when they were this close to each other?
'I give up,' Tallahassee said, releasing the handle and slumping against the wall, defeated. The new angle of his body meant that his own crotch pressed against Columbus', and now there could be no doubt that he had noticed Columbus' condition. The little smirk on his face said it all.
'Look-' Columbus began, before being cut off.
'There's gotta be a way out of here,' Tallahassee said, standing up and moving a little closer to Columbus, increasing both the pressure and friction against the younger man's cock.
Bastard! Columbus cursed, trying to block out the feeling, trying to imagine other things. Things that would ease the pressure in his groin.
It didn't work. Every thought led back to the present, and to the firmness with which Tallahassee was pressed against him. He couldn't help but roll his hips forward, grinding against Tallahassee's own semi-hard dick.
Tallahassee continued to fain ignorance, stretching and pushing against him harder than before, seemingly seeking to outdo him whilst still giving off the impression that any rubbing and grinding was purely accidental. He didn't look at Columbus, keeping his eyes pointed away, scanning every inch of the closet, apparently fascinated by the various cleaning fluids stacked there. Suddenly, Tallahassee's hips stilled.
'Is that a vent?' he asked, his eyes fixed on a small grate set in the wall opposite the door. Columbus followed his gaze, and nodded.
'I think so.'
And with that their game was abandoned, although Columbus' dick refused to go back to its un-erect state. Which was unsurprising, really, as he hadn't been able to jerk off since joining up with Tallahassee. That had been three days ago, and he was getting a serious case of blue balls.
Tallahassee squeezed past him, shuffled over to the grille and strained upwards, trying to reach it. The tips of his fingers just barely brushed against its edge before he fell back, bringing his ass into contact with Columbus' dick.
This time there was no flirting, no sexual tension at all. It was simply accidental contact, and it lasted only for a second before Tallahassee moved forward, but it felt so much better than any amount of deliberate thrusting, and Columbus couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips. Tallahassee ignored him, focused on trying to stand on the boxes stacked below the vent. That didn't work, however, his foot going right through the cardboard the moment he put any weight on it. He turned then, fixed Columbus with a meaningful look and jerked his head towards the grille.
'C'mon, get up there,' he said.
Columbus rolled his eyes and set down his shotgun. 'Fine,' he muttered
He managed to squeeze past Tallahassee, which did nothing to ease the growing pressure in the base of his cock. He managed to get a foot up on top of one of the boxes, and then hoisted himself up. Grabbing the edge of the grille, he gave it a sharp tug and it came away with a loud grinding noise.
He handed it down to Tallahassee, and then peered into the darkness of the vent.
'Could you pass me a torch?' He asked, holding his hand out.
Tallahassee passed him one, and he shone it into the duct.
'Looks clear,' he reported.
He jerked upright when Tallahassee rested his hands against his ass, and his dick throbbed against the inside of his pants. Then one hand slipped between his thighs and firmly grabbed hold of the loose denim of his pants, the tips of his fingers brushing against Columbus' balls.
'Right, you're going in there,' Tallahassee said.
Before Columbus could protest, he felt a firm pressure against his perineum, and then Tallahassee pushed him upwards.
'Oh shit!' Columbus moaned, the friction on his dick too much for him.
He came hard, his hands gripping the torch tightly as he orgasmed, the slight shaking of Tallahassee's arms adding a wonderful new dimension to the pleasure.
And then it was over, and all he could do was pant in the post-orgasmic haze. He only remembered where he was when Tallahassee pushed him upwards again and his head hit the ceiling.
'Move it, kid!' Tallahassee pushed him one final time, and he went into the vent, banging his head again.
'Ow!' Columbus protested, rubbing the back of his head. The pleasure from his orgasm had already worn off, and the feel of cum running down his thighs was beginning to get on his nerves.
His gun thudded into the vent beside him, and Tallahassee's voice echoed around the small metal duct, the reverberation distorting the words in weird ways.
'What?' He asked over his shoulder.
'Get out there and open the door,' Tallahassee said, slamming the grate back onto the duct.
Columbus sighed, grabbed his gun, and crawled forward. He couldn't wait to get out. Out of the duct, out of the school, and out of his cum-stained underwear.
~fin~