Enjoying The Little Things
An entry for Rounds of Kink 15. Find it HERE
Title: Enjoying The Little Things
Pairing: Tallahassee/Columbus
Kink: Baths and water, sex in water, first time.
Prompt: In Zombieland, you take what you can get as far as bathing goes
Prompter: vzg
Rating: FRAO
Wordcount: 5527
Author's Note: The italics denote Columbus' soliloquies. They're quite obvious in the movie, but It's a bit harder to convey in text.
Enjoy:
In Zombieland, personal hygiene isn't high on the list of priorities. In terms of importance, it ranks somewhere below romantic comedies and clothing for dogs. Generally, the only concession made is to spray yourself with liberal amounts of deodorant - enough to take the edge off the smell of stale sweat and zombie blood. Baths aren't really an option.
See, the faucets don't work any more. In the first few days of the zombie apocalypse, water pipes burst, trees fell and dammed up rivers, reservoirs ran dry, and with everyone either dead or running for their lives, there was no one around to fix the problem.
The water ran out.
It was something we all took for granted back before Zombieland, and now it's gone. In the places where you can get water, forget about having a shower: it can be pretty dangerous even washing your hands. Get distracted, or break the rules for even a minute, and you can end up as zombie chow -
RULE #3: BEWARE OF BATHROOMS
- Usually you have to restrict yourself to a sponge-bath with whatever rainwater you manage to collect. If you're really lucky, you might manage bathing in a stream without getting eaten, but that's a bit too risky for me. I was on my own for most of the time, and when you don't have anyone to watch your back, it can end up biting you in the ass.
Literally.
Once, on the bank of a river, I had come across the naked corpse of a guy with a huge bite on his left butt-cheek. His clothes, backpack and gun were piled neatly in the grass, so it was pretty obvious what had happened to him. I haven't even thought about going into the water since.
But after I met up with Tallahassee (and after we'd been car-jacked), I got the opportunity to take the first bath I'd had in days.
Columbus sat in the passenger seat of the truck he and Tallahassee had found, waiting for the latter to return from his foray into a nearby house, where he was looking for God knew what. Twinkies, probably.
Despite his efforts to keep a look-out for zombies, his eyes continued to be drawn back to the steering wheel, where, until a few minutes ago, a pair of hands had been clamped to it. He had gotten quite used to dead bodies over the last few days, but the sheer creepiness of the two severed limbs clutching at the wheel in their rigor mortis had gotten to him, and had set his mind a-fire with thoughts of being dragged out of the truck, leaving nothing behind other than his arms grabbing desperately at something in a vain attempt to stop himself being eaten.
There was a loud crash from somewhere outside the truck, and Columbus practically jumped out of his skin. Looking around frantically, he grabbed a gun from the back and, with a quick glance at the blood-stained driver's seat, unfastened the seatbelt and slipped out of the car.
When a second crash came, he swung around, the shotgun clutched in his shaking hands. Then there was another, and another. All coming from the same place. The house that Tallahassee was looking through.
Shaking from head to foot, he advanced slowly, glancing around nervously, ready to run at any moment. Then Tallahassee poked his upper body out of a window, looked around, spotted Columbus, and beckoned him with a hand and a cry of:
'Hey, spit-fuck! Get over here.'
With that he was gone. Columbus sped up a little, still turning his head often, constantly watching for zombies. He picked his way across the lawn, avoiding abandoned gardening tools, toys, and the sprinklers which continued to turn, despite the lack of water spraying from them. No doubt a pipe had burst somewhere, leaving this entire neighbourhood without water. It was a far too common occurrence in Zombieland.
The screen door hung from one hinge, and Columbus pushed it aside gingerly, trying not to make any more noise than necessary. He stepped inside the house, and immediately swept his gun from side to side, checking each room before advancing. The house was a very simple design: a central corridor with rooms on either side, and stairs leading to the upper floor. It was also a wreck: chairs were overturned, ornaments smashed, abandoned food rotting on the table. The TV was still on, but there was only static on the screen. The TV stations had been shut down for almost a week now, and it seemed unlikely that they would ever be started up again.
Tallahassee came out of a door ahead of him and to his right, his gun slung over his shoulder and his hand gripping a small pastel-pink bag. He grinned that scary grin of his, and jerked his head towards another door at the end of the corridor.
'Look what I found.'
Without further conversation or any explanation, he spun on his heel in a very unTallahassee-like way, and walked to a door at the end of the corridor opposite to Columbus, practically bouncing with every step. Not looking to see if Columbus was following him, Tallahassee kicked open the door and walked through it. Light streamed into the house from the slowly closing door, and as he hurried toward it, Columbus caught a glimpse of sky and realised that it must head back outside.
Wondering why the hell Tallahassee had made him come inside if he was just going to head back out, Columbus paused at the doorway, taking in the splintered door and frame that had to be the reason for the crashing sounds he had heard earlier. He nudged it open again with the barrel of his gun, and poked his head through, satisfying himself that there were no zombies nearby before emerging into the sunlight.
Instead of finding himself, as he had been expecting, in the backyard, Columbus emerged onto a wooden deck raised several feet off the ground. He glanced around and there stood Tallahassee with a shit-eating grin on his face, at the edge of a pool of water set into the deck. The man stamped his foot down onto the largest of a small collection of butons near the edge of the pool, and after a few seconds bubbles began to break on the surface of the water, increasing in frequency and vigour until the entire pool was a boiling, seething mass.
'A jacuzzi.' Columbus said. 'That's great, really. Haven't seen one of them in a while. Now let's go.' He gestured with his gun and jerked his head back towards the door.
'Nuh, uh,' Tallahassee shook his head. 'This here's the first chance I've had for a bath since this shit storm started. I'm gonna make the most of it.'
Columbus blinked, surprised.
'Somehow I didn't picture you being very hygiene conscious.'
'I'm not,' Tallahassee grinned. 'But I'm starting to stink, so I think it's about time I did something about it.'
'Starting?' Columbus muttered, his eyes darting between the jacuzzi and the surrounding area. He coughed and cleared his throat. 'I'll take one after you, if that's okay.'
He took a half-step backwards, but what Tallahassee said next stopped him mid-stride:
'Oh no, boy. You're taking one now. With me.'
Columbus' eyes widened, and he shifted nervously, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
'B-but,' he began, before being cut off.
'It's not safe to stay here much longer, kid, and two pairs of eyes 're better than one when it comes to spotting those zombie bastards.'
Columbus' mouth moved for a few moments without any sound coming out, before he gathered his wits enough to speak.
'But I'd be naked.'
Tallahassee snorted and let out a short bark of laughter.
'Haven't you ever taken a shower after gym class? Same thing.'
'Actually, no. I've always found that communal showers tend to be breeding grounds for bacteria, so you actually run the risk of picking up several highly communicable diseases.'
'...Shut up, spit-fuck.' Tallahassee bent down, placed his gun on the deck and began to roll up his pants in order to remove his boots. He glanced up at Columbus, who was stood in the exact same spot, chewing his bottom lip and staring wide-eyed at Tallahassee.
'Oh for God's sake, I'll turn around! Jeez!' Tallahassee shuffled around until he had his back to Columbus. 'Okay? I'm not looking! I'll never know exactly how tiny your manhood is.'
Columbus spluttered indignantly for a minute, but Tallahassee ignored him and sat down to pull off his boots. Giving up, Columbus sighed, turned around and set down his own gun. He undressed quickly, eyes constantly scanning for movement anywhere nearby.
Naked, and cupping his genitals with both hands, Columbus glanced around to make sure that Tallahassee hadn't been looking and got an eyeful of the man's ass as he was bending down to remove his underwear. Columbus shut his eyes tightly, turned around quickly and, using his toes, probed for the edge of the jacuzzi. When his foot finally hit water, he quickly stepped into the pool, wincing at the cold, and spun around again so that his back was once more facing Tallahassee. Only then did he open his eyes.
The jacuzzi was quite shallow, and the water only came up to mid-thigh, so he bent his knees slightly to completely submerge his crotch. He briefly considered sitting on the bench that ran around the entire circumference of the jacuzzi, but that would mean facing the other way. He glanced briefly behind himself, and then almost instantly snapped his head back around, feeling the blush rise in his cheeks.
'Jesus, you're like a fourteen year old girl.' Tallahassee said, slipping into the water and stretching himself out, sighing contentedly. 'Oh that's good.' He pushed his hat up and grinned at the boy's back.
Columbus shivered from the cold but tried to ignore it, scooping up handfuls of water and pouring it onto his upper body. He had to admit it felt good being able to have a bath, even if he was standing in the same water as Tallahassee. For the first time in what seemed like a long time, his muscles began to relax, the slowly increasing heat of the water and the gentle bubbling of the jets removing tension and -
Oh crap.
The blush that had begun to diminish suddenly returned with a vengeance, and he hunkered down further into the water, desperately trying to conceal his... little problem. He squeezed his eyes shut and began to mutter under his breath, trying to think of anything that would put a stop to the swelling in his nether regions:
Zombies. The sounds zombies make when their heads get bashed in. Tallahassee killing zombies. Naked Tallahassee - No! Bad idea!
Distracted as he was by his predicament, his attention wandered and his usual attitude of constant vigilance evaporated. Therefore when there was a thump on the decking not two feet away, Columbus jumped and stumbled backwards until he ran into something soft and fleshy.
Fuck.
'It's a squirrel, spit-fuck.' Tallahassee chuckled as the rodent in question scampered across the deck and over the edge.
Columbus wasn't listening, and he barely registered the squirrel. All his attention was focused on his ass, where he could feel something poking him between his cheeks. His brain was screaming at him to move forward, to get away from Tallahassee, but was being over-ruled by his penis. His legs felt like they were encased in concrete, and his dick was harder than he ever remembered it being.
There was a gentle weight on his shoulder, and then Tallahassee rested one of his hands on Columbus' chest, his fingers splaying out and gently rubbing his skin. A thumb caught on his nipple, and he gasped, grinding his ass back into Tallahassee, who groaned, his hand tightening on Columbus' chest and his hips pushing forward, rubbing his dick in the cleft of Columbus' ass.
'Well, look what we have here.' Tallahassee whispered into his ear, his other hand sliding around Columbus' waist and taking hold of his cock. Columbus whimpered, his hips snapping forward into Tallahassee's firm grip.
'So tell me, Columbus,' Tallahassee said. 'When was the last time you laid down some pipe?'
'I told you. T-there was a girl-'
'Bullshit,' Tallahassee stroked firmly, and Columbus went weak at the knees. 'When.'
Columbus was silent for a few moments, his ass cheeks clenching sporadically around Tallahassee's dick.
'Never,' he whispered finally.
Behind him, Tallahassee grinned broadly.
'Spit-fuck, you're a virgin?' He asked, both hands resuming their slow, gentle strokes.
'I don't care for that nickname.'
'Too bad, spit-fuck,' he ran his thumb across the head of Columbus' cock and any thoughts the boy might have had about protesting further were wiped from his mind.
'Here's the rules,' Tallahassee began, continuing to circle Columbus' glans, each scrape of his fingernail across the sensitive flesh causing the latter to shudder, buck his hips and make the filthiest noises Tallahassee had ever heard.
'No kissing,' he continued. 'No saying “I love you!”. This is just sex, to... blow off some steam, there's no need to bring emotions into it. In fact, as little talk as possible. Okay?'
Columbus nodded, too far gone for verbal communication.
'Good...' Tallahassee released his grip on Columbus' cock, and gently pushed him forward. 'Bend over.'
Columbus spun around.
'Why me?' he asked. 'Why not you bend over?'
Tallahassee said nothing. The look on his face was enough.
'Oookay,' Columbus said, 'bending over.'
He waded to the side and knelt up onto the bench, the water once more only submerging him up to mid-thigh. Water beaded on his ass and thighs, and when the breeze picked up, he shivered at the feel of the cool air blowing across his warm, damp skin. The shivering combined with the twitching of his cock brought the tip of it into contact with the side of the jacuzzi, and it felt so good just to get any sort of contact that it took all of his self control to prevent him just pressing up against it and bringing himself off right then and there. He wiggled his ass impatiently, and closed his eyes, fighting the urge to just reach down and get some relief.
Tallahassee tilted his head to the side and smiled while he watched Columbus' increasingly desperate movements, vigorously palming his aching cock.
'That is one fine keister you have there, spit-fuck.' He reached out and squeezed his left cheek, continuing to jerk himself off with his other hand.
After a few more strokes, Tallahassee reluctantly released both Columbus' ass and his own cock. He turned and grabbed the pink bag he had found in the house, unzipped it, and after a few moments rifling through it pulled out a bottle of shower gel. He uncapped it and squeezed a generous amount onto the palm of his hand.
Rubbing his hands together vigorously, he spread the gel over his palms and fingers, working it until it formed a lather.
Columbus shuddered at the first touch of cool gel on his ass, and he let out a moan of appreciation. Tallahassee chuckled and squeezed the cheeks together, his gel-slicked hands sliding easily over Columbus' wet body, leaving trails of foam in their wake. He ran his hands down Columbus' thighs until his fingertips touched the bubbling surface of the water. Then he reversed direction, sliding them back up, raking his fingernails over the sensitive flesh of Columbus' bottom, eliciting yet another mewling, squeaking sound from the young man. A finger slipped briefly between the cheeks to tease gently at the ring of puckered flesh, and Columbus shuddered, thrusting his ass backwards, managing to get the tip inside himself before Tallahassee withdrew the digit and forced his hips back into their previous position.
'Uh, uh, uh, spit-fuck. Nobody likes a pushy bottom.'
As if to demonstrate this, Tallahassee laid a sharp smack on one cheek, then, completely ignoring the gasp and shudder that it caused in the younger man, he continued his upward journey, past the top of Columbus' ass and into the small dip at the base of his spine. Working methodically, he rubbed the gel onto Columbus' body, his hands venturing all the way up to his neck and then back down his sides, working up a lather. Another pass of Tallahassee's hands poured water onto Columbus' skin, washing away the foam and with it the accumulated dirt of the past few days.
'What the fuck are you doing?' Columbus demanded over his shoulder.
'Washing you,' Tallahassee said, removing and re-coating his hands with gel.
He slid his hands around Columbus' waist, and then ran them around to the kid's front. Columbus flinched when cool hands rubbed over his belly, then let out a whine of protest when they skirted around his straining cock, and began methodically lathering up, then rinsing down his thighs.
'Why?'
'Well I'm not gonna fuck you if you're dirty.'
Columbus rolled his eyes, then inhaled sharply when Tallahassee cupped his balls in one hand and grabbed his shaft with the other, stroking and teasing the sensitive flesh in the guise of washing the boy. A few moments later, he released the engorged flesh, and ignoring Columbus' whine of protest at the lack of contact, trailed one finger around the kid's thigh, then between his legs and along his perineum, rubbing in small circling motions and applying a gentle but constant pressure that was just enough to provide some sort of stimulation for Columbus, but not nearly enough to bring him off.
The finger was re-coated, then slipped upwards, trailing between the cheeks and then resumed its earlier rubbing of Columbus' tight, hot pucker. This time, when Columbus tried to push his ass backwards, Tallahassee squeezed his scrotum and then pulled it forwards, forcing Columbus to remain perfectly still, unless he wanted to rip his balls clean off.
'That's better,' Tallahassee said, applying a gentle pressure against the muscle, once more dictating the pace of things. Slowly, he slipped more and more of the finger into Columbus' squirming, bucking body, ignoring the mewling and the clenching and not stopping until he was in up to the third knuckle. He slowly crooked the finger, each and every millimetre of movement causing the muscles of Columbus' ass to contract around it. The heat was unbelievable, and Tallahassee almost came there and then imagining how good that tight heat would feel around his dick.
He eased the finger back out, looked at it in disgust, and then swilled it in the water.
'Gonna give you a good clean in there, kid,' he said, circling two fingers around the hole, teasing Columbus whilst also giving him time to prepare mentally for what would come next.
'I'll make do with a soaped up dick right now,' he continued, 'but the next drugstore or hospital we pass, I'm getting you an enema bag all your very own.' He glanced up and grinned at the shudder that ran through Columbus' body. 'Would you like that?'
Columbus nodded vigorously, his sphincter clenching and relaxing sporadically.
'Yeah, boy. I'm gonna get you the biggest one I can find,' Tallahassee resumed his train of thought, gently prodding at Columbus' asshole, managing to slip the very tips of his fingers in, before withdrawing them and then repeating the process, each time pushing them in a little further, slowly fucking his fingers into the tight heat of Columbus' body. 'Gonna keep some soap and water in the truck, and every night-'
He forced his fingers in a little more firmly, and Columbus let out a cry of genuine pain. Stopping all movement, Tallahassee released his balls and ran a gentle hand up his back, soothing the panting boy.
'Come on, now, spit-fuck. Just breathe through it,' Tallahassee said, his voice taking on a more comforting tone.
Eventually, Columbus' breathing levelled out, and his muscles relaxed around the intruding fingers. He nodded wordlessly, his body still shaking slightly, although whether that was from pain or arousal, Tallahassee couldn't say. Patting him on the back, he slipped his hand around to the kid's front, and then took hold of his balls again.
'Now where was I?' he asked, pausing for a moment to think. 'Oh yeah-'
He pushed his fingers in deeper, and Columbus groaned loudly, and this time it was obvious that it was a groan of pleasure, not pain.
'As I was saying:' Tallahassee continued. 'I'm gonna keep some soap and water in the truck, and every night-'
He twisted his fingers and probed even more deeply, and the only thing preventing Columbus bucking back onto them was the tight grip he had on the younger man's balls.
'-I'm gonna heat some up, fill up that bag, and then I'm gonna fill you up.'
His fingers hit Columbus' prostate, and the kid let out the filthiest moan yet, his hips pushing back desperately, the pain in his balls forgotten until Tallahassee squeezed them so hard that Columbus thought they might burst.
'Stop it now, spit-fuck.' Tallahassee said, giving another sharp tug on his balls.
Columbus had no choice: he could either obey or risk having his balls ripped clean off. So, with great difficulty, he managed to still himself.
'Good boy.' Tallahassee squeezed his balls again, though much more gently this time, then let go. Placing his hand on Columbus' ass cheek, he gripped it firmly and pulled it to the side, fully exposing the kid's pucker and allowing him to maximise the penetration of his fingers. Columbus shivered, feeling more vulnerable than he ever had before, even when surrounded by zombies.
Seeing the little shiver made Tallahassee's cock twitch in anticipation, and he made no more attempts at dirty talk, instead he, much like Columbus himself, focused all his attention on Columbus' ass. At that moment, Zombies could have come charging out of the house and eaten the both of them. But they were too far-gone to care.
Two fingers became three, and (with some difficulty) three were stretched to four. Through all of it, Columbus kept his hips still, though he shook like a leaf the whole time, each stroke of the fingers on his insides sending sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine to wire themselves directly into the pleasure-centre of his brain.
God, he'd never known anything like it.
And then the intrusion into his most intimate of places was gone, and there was a curious feeling of loss. He couldn't help the whine that escaped his lips, making him sound like a petulant child whose parents had confiscated his favourite toy.
'Calm down, spit-fuck.' Tallahassee said, and rubbed a hand over Columbus' ass. With his other he was already uncapping the gel bottle. He squeezed another large amount onto his hand, smeared it all over his cock and then stroked himself firmly, working his slightly flagging shaft back into full hardness.
When he had fully prepared himself, Tallahassee stepped up behind Columbus, nudged his legs further apart, gripped the boy's thigh, took a firm hold of his own dick, and placed the head against Columbus' thoroughly stretched hole.
'You ready, kid?'
'Uh huh.' Columbus nodded.
Biting his lip to try to distract himself and stave off his climax for a while at least, Tallahassee pushed forwards, inching his dick further and further into Columbus' deliciously tight ass. The boy inhaled with a sharp hiss, his fingers scrabbling on the wooden deck, his ass clenching around the intrusion.
'Relax.' Tallahassee's voice was soft and gentle, completely different to how he normally spoke. He rubbed gently at Columbus' hip, and then eased forward again.
Columbus closed his eyes and tried to banish all thought. Relaxing wasn't easy with the insistent pressure of Tallahassee's cock sliding into him, and all the stretching and preparation that Tallahassee had done did not seem to help at all. It felt as though the man was shoving his entire hand rather than his dick, up there.
Columbus' cock jumped at the thought, and began to leak copious amounts of pre-come.
What is wrong with me? He wondered, his toes curling at the insistent nudging of Tallahassee's cock on his insides.
Then the tip of Tallahassee's dick rubbed against his prostate and all thought was driven from his mind.
'Fuck,' he gasped, dropping his head to rest against the edge of the jacuzzi. His legs shook violently, and he felt as though he might simply collapse at any moment.
'Almost there,' Tallahassee said, and, with a grunt and one final push, fully sheathed himself inside Columbus' ass.
Columbus moaned loudly. He had never felt so full in his entire life, and he knew that now he had he never wanted it to stop.
The two men were still for quite some time, Columbus trying to get used to the intrusion, whilst Tallahassee attempted to prevent himself coming from just the heat. The boy was tighter than anyone he had ever fucked, men and women both.
Finally, Tallahassee decided that it was time to move. He pulled out a few inches, and then slammed back in, his hips slapping hard against Columbus' pale buttocks. The boy moaned again, his legs shaking violently with the strain of remaining on his knees in the midst of the assault on his prostate. Tallahassee took a firmer grip of Columbus' thighs, and began to piston his hips in a steady rhythm, each clench of the kid's ass seeming to grip his cock even tighter than the last.
With every forward thrust, Columbus was pushed forward towards the edge of the jacuzzi, his gentle trembling increasing until he was visibly shaking. The sensations were too much for him: the rubbing of Tallahassee's cock against that delicious bundle of nerves deep inside him, the slapping of the man's balls against his thighs, the firm grip of the hands on his hips, even the slight tickling of Tallahassee's pubic hair against his ass. He knew there was no way he'd be able to remain standing for much longer, let alone until Tallahassee had finished having his way with him.
Feeling the trembling of Columbus' legs, Tallahassee released his grip on the boy's thighs and, on the next backwards movement of his hips he stepped backwards, his cock slipping out of the kid. Columbus whined, and pushed his ass backwards, trying to regain the sensation. Tallahassee ignored him, waded around the kid and slumped down onto the bench beside him.
Columbus turned his head and stared incredulously at Tallahassee, who grinned at him, pushed his hat out of his eyes, and then nodded at his dick, the tip of which was just straining above the water.
'On my lap. C'mon.'
Rolling his eyes, Columbus shuffled over, planting his knees either side of Tallahassee's legs and reaching under himself to position Tallahassee's cock at his well-stretched hole. Tallahassee reached out and placed his hands on either side of Columbus' chest, gripping firmly to steady the boy.
Exhaling slowly, Columbus sank down onto Tallahassee's dick, pausing half-way to release his hold on it and wrap his arms around the man's neck.
Shifting his legs and wrapping them around Tallahassee's waist allowed Columbus to take the last few inches into himself, and with a quiet intake of breath his ass settled onto Tallahassee's thighs.
Tallahassee grinned and rubbed his thumbs across Columbus' nipples, the occasional scrape of a fingernail across the sensitive skin making the younger man's ass clench around Tallahassee's cock.
'For a virgin you're pretty good at this,' he said, running a hand down Columbus' chest to splay against his quivering stomach.
'I watch a lot of porn,' Columbus admitted, and his eyes fluttered closed when Tallahassee rocked his hips forward in response, the new angle of penetration creating an entirely different sensation when the older man's cock rubbed against his prostate.
'You don't say?'
Tallahassee ran his hand down Columbus' back and gripped the boy's ass tightly, pulling him forward onto his cock with every thrust, getting as much leverage and depth as possible. Columbus groaned and flung his head back, panting as much from the sensation as he was from the heat. Steam rose from the water, slicking the two men's skin and mingling with the sweat. Columbus' long hair was plastered to his head, a few strands falling over his eyes. He didn't care, though. How could he, when he felt like this?
Tallahassee's other hand slid down Columbus' stomach and gripped one of his splayed thighs, running his fingers teasingly along the sensitive flesh around his groin before slipping it up and gripping Columbus' red, twitching, leaking cock.
'Fuck,' Columbus slumped against Tallahassee, unable to move or even think. All he could do was sit there while Tallahassee stroked his cock and fucked his ass.
All too soon for Tallahassee, he felt a familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach, and all he could do was thrust one more time, grinding his hips against Columbus' ass to get as much of his cock into the boy as possible, and then he was coming, spurting up into the wonderfully tight heat.
Columbus moaned loudly as Tallahassee's cock twitched and filled him up. His ass spasmed around the shaft buried deep inside him and he came hard, cum splattering across both his own and Tallahassee's bellies.
Spent, the two men sat, panting in their post-climax haze, still connected by the slowly softening cock in Columbus' ass. Finally, Tallahassee slapped Columbus' thigh and nudged upwards with his hips.
'C'mon, spit-fuck. Get up.'
Columbus whined, but complied, wincing when Tallahassee's dick slipped from his sore hole. Tallahassee stood and threw an arm around his shoulders, patting him companionably.
'Good boy,' Tallahassee said, grinning at the kid.
'I'm not a dog,' Columbus protested.
Tallahassee shrugged, and looked down his cum-splattered chest.
'Look what you did,' he said, sliding his hand up to grip the back of Columbus' neck.
'I'm sorry?'
'You made a mess on me.'
'And what do you want me to do about it?'
Too late, Columbus noticed the grin on Tallahassee's face.
'I think you should clean it up,' Tallahassee said.
Columbus felt a gentle yet insistent pressure on his neck, and he had to go with it, bending at the waist and bringing him eye-level with his own cum.
'Lick it up.'
'Um, no thanks,' Columbus said, trying to extract himself from Tallahassee's strong grip.
'Listen, spit-fuck,' Tallahassee said, pushing the boy's face closer to his chest. 'You're gonna be eating spunk sooner or later. So you might as well start with your own.'
'...Jesus,' Columbus muttered. That sounded so hot, and despite his recent release, he felt his dick twitch with interest. He leant forward and, hesitating slightly, ran the tip of his tongue up Tallahassee's abs, collecting a small amount of cum on it before pulling it back into his mouth.
It didn't taste all that bad. Kind of salty but not bad at all. He swallowed, and then surged forward, lapping at Tallahassee's stomach and swallowing as much as he could.
At the third lick, he paused, his eyes widening in horror.
'Oh fuck.'
'What's wrong?' Tallahassee asked.
'I think my ass is bleeding.'
Tallahassee turned him around and crouched down, bringing Columbus' ass to eye-level.
'It's bleeding isn't it?' Columbus asked. 'Oh god, my first time, and I'm gonna die.'
Tallahassee let out a short bark of laughter.
'Don't worry about it, spit-fuck. It's just my spunk.'
'Oh. Good.' Columbus blushed. 'That's okay then.'
Tallahassee shook his head and chuckled, looking around then reaching out for the discarded gel bottle.
'C'mon, spit-fuck. Let's get you cleaned up.'
Tallahassee was surprisingly gentle, bathing first Columbus and then himself. There was a certain amount of touching that would have been inappropriate had they not been fucking only minutes ago, and at the end of it they were both clean and sporting erections. Columbus palmed his own cock and looked suggestively at Tallahassee, who shook his head and climbed out of the water.
Columbus sighed, disappointed, and exited the jacuzzi. When he bent down at the edge of the pool to gather up his clothes, however, he heard the heavy pad of Tallahassee's feet come up behind him. He grinned broadly, then jumped when something very cold slid between his ass cheeks. A hand on the small of his back stopped him standing up, so he turned his head to investigate.
Tallahassee was standing behind him, resting the barrel of his gun against Columbus' ass. He grinned at the boy and nudged him with the gun.
'Pick up your clothes and go inside,' Tallahassee said. 'I think it's time for you to learn how to suck cock.'
With his dick twitching and a broad smile on his face, Columbus gathered up his stuff and, Tallahassee alternately slapping the cheeks of his ass with the butt of his rifle and rubbing the barrel along the cleft, made his way inside.
Suddenly Zombieland didn't seem so bad after all.
~fin~