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"Can we make some cotton candy? C'mon guys, when are we gonna' get to come here again?"
Nick was glad he had taken some pain killers prior to entering the carnival. It made Ellis's childish whining less painful to listen to. As much as he had grown accustomed to the younger boys presence, the mechanic still had an amazing habit of annoying the hell out of the conman. He could just tell Ellis to be quiet, but that usually only worked for ten seconds or so before he was subjected to another Keith story.

"Hey Nick." Ellis chimed, almost as if on cue and in sync with the older mans mental ramblings.

Pretend you didn't hear him. He'll go and bother Rochelle if you're lucky Nick.

"Hey, Nick."

Go away Ellis, I'm looking for first aid.

"Hey Nick!"

"What!? God dammit!" Nick snapped, his eyes narrowing as he glared at the younger boy.

"Just wonderin' if you want some cotton candy."

"No, I don't want cotton candy and I don't want to hear you ask for it. Next time you do, I'll hack you in to pieces!" Nick was almost sure one of his eyes twitched during his threat.

Damn, how long had it been since he had slept properly? Brushing a hand through his wax laced hair, the older man let out a ragged sigh before continuing on with the rest of the group.

Ellis was unphased by Nicks threat, he had only known the conman for a week or so, and already he had a pretty good idea of what kind of guy Nick was. Nick made threats often, but never seemed to follow through with them. Even when he revealed that he knew certain body fluids (such as brain matter and blood) were rather hard to get out of clothing and then the fact he seemed rather good at shooting before they had even met their first horde of zombies. Ellis was fairly confident that the older man wouldn't harm himself or the others. Infact, Nick seemed rather content with following Coach and hogging all of  the adrenaline shots.

Despite the near by threat of being hacked in to tiny pieces, Ellis found himself drawn to the next cotton candy booth that slipped in to sight. His eyes wide as he dipped a finger in to the machine and then in to his mouth. Smacking his lips together at the warm and sweet taste of candy as it melted on to his tongue, his lips becoming sticky from all of the sugar. yum! Ellis had missed this kind of taste. After a few weeks of eating beans and tinned crap, you almost forgot what it tasted like to eat something sweet and fluffy like this cotton candy. He couldn't eat it all, and maybe the others wanted some? Picking up a few paper cups that were discarded around the booths counter, Ellis began to spoon the remaining cotton candy in to the cups. Making sure that even Nick would get some. Maybe thats all Nick needed in his life, a lil' sugar, it made sense to the boy.

Kicking open the safe room door, Coach helped a wounded Rochelle inside.
"Damn Jockeys! Lil' jumpin' sons a' bitches!" The eldest man cursed loudly as he began to tend to Rochelles wounds, ignoring the girls apologies for being slow.
"Baby girl, let me patch you up, you'll be okay." Coach spoke in his ever caring and calm voice as he began to bandage one of Rochelle's bloody arms, damn infected had bitten in to her like a steak.

A small smile melted on to Rochelle's lips.
"Thanks Coach."

Nick hacked in to a Spitter that had tried to follow the others in to the safe room, decapitating it with one swift chop. It's stomach and throat contents spilling on to the floor, the concrete hissing as the acid began to eat away at its rough surface. Today he had walked through sewage and mud, he'd be damned if he had to subject his precious suit to a bath of Spitter acid too. Closing the safe room door behind him, the conman shot Rochelle a glance, checking to see if she had died. No? Good. Numbers were needed if they were going to get out of this hell hole of a carnival. Coach wasn't much for talking, and he'd rather have Rochelle there to talk to than have to put up with Ellis and his constant chattering. It was like having a bee constantly buzzing in your ear, and everytime you tried to shoo it away, it simply dodged your hand and carried on buzzing. Yeah, that described Ellis perfectly to Nick.

Speaking of Ellis.

For a split moment, Nick had to double take his surroundings before forming the words he didn't think he'd ever say.
"Wheres the kid?"

Rochelles face fell and her eyes widened faintly in realisation. "We passed a cotton candy cart just before going through the garage!"
Coach allowed a small frown to pass over his lips. "That boy aint right in the head."
"Someone needs to go after him, before he gets himself killed!" Rochelle attempted to stand, only to crumple back on to the table, her ankle too fragile to support her body.
Coach grabbed on to Rochelle, helping her to sit in a comfortable position.

"Girl you aint right in the head either if you think you can go on after him in the state you're in."

"That fucking hick." Nick fumed, grabbing his axe, he slammed shut the safe room door behind him.

If Ellis wasn't dead by now, he sure was going to be once Nick got his hands on him.

"Woah now, never knew zombies liked candy!" Ellis blabbed to himself as a few infected attempted to scale the booth he had taken shelter in.

Using a base ball bat to keep them at bay, the mechanic paused now and then to finish off his own cup of cotton candy. If he was gonna die in a booth, he was going to make sure he finished his candy before dying. Ellis was pretty sure there wasn't cotton candy in heaven. And that was going to be a major issue for him. Of course he'd go to heaven, Ellis just knew things like that. Didn't take a genius!

Crushing the paper cup with a single hand, Ellis readied the bat in the other hand. About to whack a infected for a home run - but his day dream was shattered as a fire axe spliced the infected's skull like a knife through warm butter. "Dang it Nick, why you gotta spoil my fu--"

A choked cough passed through Ellis's lips as he felt the long wooden handle of the axe pin him up against the back of the booth, pressing down dangerously hard upon his throat and abruptly ending his sentence. Feeling a pair of rather pissed green eyes linger over him, Ellis felt somewhat sheepish beneath their glare. He knew Nick was tempermental, but the older man had never gone this far before. "Er... you gonna' let me go?" He asked shyly, feeling the air get squeased out of his throat by the other mans actions. His baby blue eyes met Nicks, maybe he had over stepped the mark this time. But maybe Nick was just being too damned touchy. What was that guys problem with Ellis anyway? From the day they met, Nick had shown nothing but dislike for him. Too bad for Nick, since Ellis actually liked him. Even if he was a ginormous dick.

Nick simply stared down at the trapped boy for a moment. "I should've just let you die out out here." He snorted, lowering the axe and ignoring Ellis's loud gasp for air.
Coach hadn't even asked Nick to go and get Ellis and here he was, risking his life and limbs to retrieve the hick like some kind of puppy seeking out its favourite chewtoy. He wasnt sure if it made him sick or just angrier. Everything about Ellis seemed to anger Nick in some sort of way. At least.. he told himself it was anger.

"C'mon now Nick, don't be like that." Ellis's voice leaked in to hearing once more, his hand planting itself upon the older males shoulder as he tried to repair what little of a friendship they had.

For a moment, Nick found himself gazing at Ellis for a little longer than naturally acceptable. Swating the boys hand away, he simply scrunched his lips in to a sour frown. Ellis hated when he did that.. it felt like the older man was rejecting his request for some sort of affection. Even if it was a simple touch.. a hug... Nick was like the ice queen and Ellis the child seeking warmth in a blizzard. So why did the boy want to touch him... and feel his fingertips freeze to the smooth surface of Nicks neglected skin? He could easily get a hug off  Rochelle if he wanted one, hell maybe even Coach. But Nick? There wasn't a chance in hell. And despite trying and failing so many times, Ellis just couldn't allow himself to give up.

"Hey Nick.."
"What?"
"Why do you hate me?"

Rubbing his slightly sore throat, Ellis watched as Nick seemed to freeze for a moment. The mechanic didn't know if he should brace himself for another axe attack and kiss his ass goodbye or just wait it out. As much as the bracing and kissing appealed to Ellis right now, he continued to look at the older man. Curiousity lingering within his gaze.

"I don't hate you." Nick replied, letting out a slightly pained sigh.
It's true, he didn't hate Ellis, even if the kid knew how to annoy him more than any of his ex wives ever could -- which is a damned lot. Nick just couldn't find it in himself to hate him. Usually, feelings were black and white to Nick. Anger. Pain. Pleasure. But when it came to his feelings about Ellis? It was like the two crashed together and formed some kind of mute grey. His feelings melting in to each other in some kind of frenzy. It was easier to tell himself that he was pissed at the kid, than to tell himself that he actually cared about him. The negatives always came naturally to Nick.

Inhaling a sickly sweet scent, he lowered his gaze to look down at a small paper cup filled with clumps of cotton candy. Ellis's hand was connected to the cup as he held it out for the older man to take, a small smile upon his lips as Nick slowly took the cup in one hand.

"Didn't think I'd eat it all without getting some for y'all, did ya?" Ellis grinned, sitting himself down upon the floor, the booths tall counter keeping him out of sight from any passing near by infected. Though right now their surroundings seemed deathly quiet and still.

Placing the cup beside himself, Nick slumped on to the floor, letting out a tired groan. He really needed to sleep, but this booth was't a safe place to sleep. Not unless he wanted to risk being decapitated, torn to shreds, puked on or spat on in his sleep. Yeah, he knew all about gambling and those odds were not in their favor and definitely not worth the damn risk. Despite knowing this, Nick struggled to stop his eyelids from drooping, continuously he began to waver on the spot. And everytime his eyes opened, Ellis drew a little bit closer.

"What?" Nick grumbled faintly, almost too tired to even speak.

"I really like you Nick." Nick didn't flinch as he felt the boys hands on his suit once more.
"Tear the suit and you're dead." He slurred, not quite catching on to Ellis's words as his brain cried for sleep.

Then he felt it, a soft and warm sensation peck against his lips.

Slowly opening his sleep-deprived eyes, Nick found himself face to face with Ellis. Their lips interlocking, the sticky sweet taste of cotton candy teased the conmans tastebuds as he felt Ellis's tongue brush up against the roof of his mouth. Such a kiss was enough to make the conman stave off sleep, his pleasure deprived body and will power overpowering his fatigue as he pushed in to Ellis, causing the mechanic to tumble backwards on to the floor as the kiss deepened. Knocking off the boys cap in order to grab a fistful of his curly brown hair, Nick turned what was once a sweet and sugary kiss in to a rather demanding and fierce make out session. His roughness caused Ellis to whimper faintly in to their kiss as his other hand wandered over the boys side, pinching at the skin beneath his oil, sweat and blood stained shirt. Breaking the kiss in order to take in some much needed air, Nick was surprised to see Ellis bravely reach out to push up his shirt. Revealing Nicks flat and pale stomach. Feeling a series of sticky fingers work their way over his skin, Nick continued to watch as Ellis grasped a hold of his waist. Using it to help himself sit upright, Nicks straddling position keeping his legs pinned to the floor as he began to lap at the older mans navel. His tongue drawing slow and torturous circles around the sensitive flesh. Nick found himself watching Ellis with half closed eyes, his body tingling with pleasure as each touch from the boys tongue sent teasingly slow chills down his spine. His lower regions aching from the confinment of his trousers.

Pushing Ellis back on to the floor, Nick hovered over him, his eyes trailing over the boys heaving chest before finishing at his slightly flushed face. Reaching down, he began to peel Ellis's shirt from his body. His eyes greedily taking in the slightly muscular frame that belonged to the hick. Somewhat surprised, yet somewhat impressed with what he saw. Ellis shuddered beneath him as he felt Nicks stubble scratch against his smooth flesh. His eyes widening faintly to the feeling of teeth and lips painting his abdomen with possessive bites and kisses. Letting out a slight groan, the boy willingly arched his back, wanting more of his skin to be ravaged by the other. Each groan was like a reward to the conman, a sweet sound he would purchase on record if possible and put on repeat for all eternity.

Trailing a few kisses and bites along Ellis's waist, Nick worked his way upwards, his tongue slowly dragging over his lower lip as he arrived at one of the boys rather pert nipples. Taking it in to his mouth without a sound, he worked at the sensitive bud with both his teeth and tongue. Playing with it to earn more harmonous sounds from Ellis. The younger boy didn't know much about foreplay, but he sure knew by now that it was sheer hell for a hard on.

"Ah! Nick! Don't fucking tease me!" He choked, his eyes clenched shut as he tried to hold in another moan.

Releasing his oral grip upon the boys nipple, the conman leant back to look down at the flustered body beneath him. His own little work of art. Ellis's cheeks now a slight red from arousal as his lusting blue eyes gazed up at Nick.

"Come on Ellis, take it like a man."

Nicks teasing words dripped with amusement and a darker lust than what Ellis could fathom. The boy didn't have to wait long before the others plans were revealed. Reaching up to claw at the material that was stapled to the booths counter like some kind of fauxe curtain, Ellis gasped loudly and threw back his head. The cold midnight air touched his erection with its icy fingers. The freezing cold was sucked from his skin as icy fingers were soon replaced with a hot and wet mouth. Eager to taste the younger boy.

Feeling his stomach tie itself in to knots and his thighs tense until it hurt, Ellis felt helpless beneath Nicks experienced touch. Almost as if he were hopelessly floating within a small lake, each ripple of pleasure splashed at him, slowly turning in to a more forceful and pleasurable wave that licked at his skin and coated it in a lustful warmth. Opening his mouth, the mechanic panted lightly for air. Nick looked up at the boy, enjoying the sight of Ellis trying to fight off his natural urges, it was pretty inevitable that Ellis was only going to be able to hold out for so long. But as long as Nick got what he wanted, then everything was going to be good.

A choked and rather loud groan left Ellis's lips as Nicks tongue trailed over the very end of his length. Digging his tongue in to the boys swollen head one last time, the conman pulled back and smacked his lips in approval of the taste and of the reactions he had been given. Ellis seemed to be easy to break, easy to control and tame. Though Nick had figured as much, given the boys tender disposition and soft nature. But that didn't mean this wasn't any fun.

As much as he was enjoying Nicks touches, Ellis didn't want to be made to wait. He was young, reckless and impatient. Especially when it came to getting what he wanted; he couldn't be made to wait for so long.

"Nick," he began with a soft whine, somewhat hoping his attempts at a pout would convince the conman to halt his teasing and simply make love to him.

Wrapping his legs around the older mans waist, Ellis began to rub his half exposed body against Nick. A shuddered gasp of approval passed through his lips as he began to bite and lick at the flesh behind the others ear. Hoping each manuver was enough to push Nick in to listening to the boys plea's.

Nick tilted his head against Ellis's lips as he let out a hum of approval, feeling their plump folds press against the kiss stained surface of his skin. His eyes losing focus for a few seconds as a warm and pleasurable sensation swam over his body. Each of the mechanics touches was like sparking a match against an empty oil can. Eventually, one of those sparks was going to ignite in to a almost uncontrolable flame.

Listening to Ellis drawl out his name like some kind of southern voodoo incantation, Nick began to remove the remainder of the boys clothes. Pulling down the oil and mud caked overall bottoms from their previous sitting place on the mechanics thighs. He spent a few seconds caressing the others intact flesh, running a few fingers over the slight wrinkle of Ellis's entrance. He couldn't help but smirk triumphantly as the younger boys hips instinctively bucked in reply to his touch. Ellis himself red faced, beads of sweat beginning to trail down the side of his tired face. Quickly lapping his tongue over a few fingers, he reached back down to tend to that ever sensitive hole that formed Ellis's entrance. Rubbing his damp finger tips against the virgin flesh, he listened as Ellis struggled to keep quiet. His eyes tightly clenched shut as he squirmed beneath Nicks sturdy frame and gasped for air, a few whimpers escaping through his lips. A gentle shudder ran its way down the boys spine as Nick forced open his legs, causing him to feel open and exposed. Vulnerable. Gazing up at the other, Ellis held his breath for a moment, his knee's gently shaking from anticipation as the sound of a zipper being pulled drifted in to hearing.

Fuck it was cold, even in the midst of sex, Nick couldn't help but take in the negatives about his surroundings. Though his attention was brought back to Ellis, the younger boys firm and naked body now fanned out beneath him. Panting ever so faintly.

Roughly siezing a hold of Ellis's hips, Nick pulled them from the dirt encrusted floor, his grip causing the boys flesh to redden and turn a slight tint of purple as he began to force himself inside. Not once pausing to give Ellis a chance to adjust to the shock and probable pain of being fucked.

Immediately reaching up to claw at the older mans arms, Ellis felt the pain hit his system. His eyes widening as he felt himself be invaded and brutally thrusted in to.
"Ah! Fu-fuck!" He cried loudly beneath the grunts of Nick. His cries turning in to loud whimpers, which soon evolved in to groans.

Nick wasn't sorry it hurt, he was glad it hurt. He wanted Ellis to never forget that kind of pain -- because he was going to be the one who could cause it and then take it all away and replace it with an addictive pleasure, so easily. The proof of that was in the groans and plea's of approval that began to twist their way out of the boys mouth. His nails digging in to Nicks sleeves as he begged for the conman to continue. A plea that Nick was all too happy to give in to. Pressing his hips against the backs of Ellis's thighs, Nick forced the boy to bend his knees, internally exposing more patches of sensitive flesh to ravage. Ah. Shit. Ellis was so tight, it almost felt like the boy had his erection in a choke hold with the way his inner walls continued to tense and contract to each thrust.

Soon enough the pair of them were a mass of flesh, rough kisses and longly awaited intercourse.

Tugging roughly at Nicks hair, Ellis's back was now arched from the floor as he choked on his own moans, the pleasure swelling within his stomach like the beginnings of a violent storm. Nick was fighting his own inner battle as he edged closer and closer to release. His vision beginning to blur as a warm and fuzzy sensation began to trickle down his spine. Letting out a forceful groan, the older man leaned forwards slightly as his seed was spilled. Ellis quivered as he felt Nicks release inside of him, triggering the boys own release and orgasm. The midnight air laced with panting and the occasional breathless "Fuck."

Pulling on his pants, Ellis glanced down beside Nick, who was already on his feets, his trousers zipped up once more as he used the reflective surface of the counter to fix his hair.

"You didn't eat this."

Ellis complained, showing the older male the cup of cotton candy.

"God dammit Ellis."

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"Can we make some cotton candy? C'mon guys, when are we gonna' get to come here again?"
Nick was glad he had taken some pain killers prior to entering the carnival. It made Ellis's childish whining less painful to listen to. As much as he had grown accustomed to the younger boys presence, the mechanic still had an amazing habit of annoying the hell out of the conman. He could just tell Ellis to be quiet, but that usually only worked for ten seconds or so before he was subjected to another Keith story.

"Hey Nick." Ellis chimed, almost as if on cue and in sync with the older mans mental ramblings.

Pretend you didn't hear him. He'll go and bother Rochelle if you're lucky Nick.

"Hey, Nick."

Go away Ellis, I'm looking for first aid.

"Hey Nick!"

"What!? God dammit!" Nick snapped, his eyes narrowing as he glared at the younger boy.

"Just wonderin' if you want some cotton candy."

"No, I don't want cotton candy and I don't want to hear you ask for it. Next time you do, I'll hack you in to pieces!" Nick was almost sure one of his eyes twitched during his threat.

Damn, how long had it been since he had slept properly? Brushing a hand through his wax laced hair, the older man let out a ragged sigh before continuing on with the rest of the group.

Ellis was unphased by Nicks threat, he had only known the conman for a week or so, and already he had a pretty good idea of what kind of guy Nick was. Nick made threats often, but never seemed to follow through with them. Even when he revealed that he knew certain body fluids (such as brain matter and blood) were rather hard to get out of clothing and then the fact he seemed rather good at shooting before they had even met their first horde of zombies. Ellis was fairly confident that the older man wouldn't harm himself or the others. Infact, Nick seemed rather content with following Coach and hogging all of  the adrenaline shots.

Despite the near by threat of being hacked in to tiny pieces, Ellis found himself drawn to the next cotton candy booth that slipped in to sight. His eyes wide as he dipped a finger in to the machine and then in to his mouth. Smacking his lips together at the warm and sweet taste of candy as it melted on to his tongue, his lips becoming sticky from all of the sugar. yum! Ellis had missed this kind of taste. After a few weeks of eating beans and tinned crap, you almost forgot what it tasted like to eat something sweet and fluffy like this cotton candy. He couldn't eat it all, and maybe the others wanted some? Picking up a few paper cups that were discarded around the booths counter, Ellis began to spoon the remaining cotton candy in to the cups. Making sure that even Nick would get some. Maybe thats all Nick needed in his life, a lil' sugar, it made sense to the boy.

Kicking open the safe room door, Coach helped a wounded Rochelle inside.
"Damn Jockeys! Lil' jumpin' sons a' bitches!" The eldest man cursed loudly as he began to tend to Rochelles wounds, ignoring the girls apologies for being slow.
"Baby girl, let me patch you up, you'll be okay." Coach spoke in his ever caring and calm voice as he began to bandage one of Rochelle's bloody arms, damn infected had bitten in to her like a steak.

A small smile melted on to Rochelle's lips.
"Thanks Coach."

Nick hacked in to a Spitter that had tried to follow the others in to the safe room, decapitating it with one swift chop. It's stomach and throat contents spilling on to the floor, the concrete hissing as the acid began to eat away at its rough surface. Today he had walked through sewage and mud, he'd be damned if he had to subject his precious suit to a bath of Spitter acid too. Closing the safe room door behind him, the conman shot Rochelle a glance, checking to see if she had died. No? Good. Numbers were needed if they were going to get out of this hell hole of a carnival. Coach wasn't much for talking, and he'd rather have Rochelle there to talk to than have to put up with Ellis and his constant chattering. It was like having a bee constantly buzzing in your ear, and everytime you tried to shoo it away, it simply dodged your hand and carried on buzzing. Yeah, that described Ellis perfectly to Nick.

Speaking of Ellis.

For a split moment, Nick had to double take his surroundings before forming the words he didn't think he'd ever say.
"Wheres the kid?"

Rochelles face fell and her eyes widened faintly in realisation. "We passed a cotton candy cart just before going through the garage!"
Coach allowed a small frown to pass over his lips. "That boy aint right in the head."
"Someone needs to go after him, before he gets himself killed!" Rochelle attempted to stand, only to crumple back on to the table, her ankle too fragile to support her body.
Coach grabbed on to Rochelle, helping her to sit in a comfortable position.

"Girl you aint right in the head either if you think you can go on after him in the state you're in."

"That fucking hick." Nick fumed, grabbing his axe, he slammed shut the safe room door behind him.

If Ellis wasn't dead by now, he sure was going to be once Nick got his hands on him.

"Woah now, never knew zombies liked candy!" Ellis blabbed to himself as a few infected attempted to scale the booth he had taken shelter in.

Using a base ball bat to keep them at bay, the mechanic paused now and then to finish off his own cup of cotton candy. If he was gonna die in a booth, he was going to make sure he finished his candy before dying. Ellis was pretty sure there wasn't cotton candy in heaven. And that was going to be a major issue for him. Of course he'd go to heaven, Ellis just knew things like that. Didn't take a genius!

Crushing the paper cup with a single hand, Ellis readied the bat in the other hand. About to whack a infected for a home run - but his day dream was shattered as a fire axe spliced the infected's skull like a knife through warm butter. "Dang it Nick, why you gotta spoil my fu--"

A choked cough passed through Ellis's lips as he felt the long wooden handle of the axe pin him up against the back of the booth, pressing down dangerously hard upon his throat and abruptly ending his sentence. Feeling a pair of rather pissed green eyes linger over him, Ellis felt somewhat sheepish beneath their glare. He knew Nick was tempermental, but the older man had never gone this far before. "Er... you gonna' let me go?" He asked shyly, feeling the air get squeased out of his throat by the other mans actions. His baby blue eyes met Nicks, maybe he had over stepped the mark this time. But maybe Nick was just being too damned touchy. What was that guys problem with Ellis anyway? From the day they met, Nick had shown nothing but dislike for him. Too bad for Nick, since Ellis actually liked him. Even if he was a ginormous dick.

Nick simply stared down at the trapped boy for a moment. "I should've just let you die out out here." He snorted, lowering the axe and ignoring Ellis's loud gasp for air.
Coach hadn't even asked Nick to go and get Ellis and here he was, risking his life and limbs to retrieve the hick like some kind of puppy seeking out its favourite chewtoy. He wasnt sure if it made him sick or just angrier. Everything about Ellis seemed to anger Nick in some sort of way. At least.. he told himself it was anger.

"C'mon now Nick, don't be like that." Ellis's voice leaked in to hearing once more, his hand planting itself upon the older males shoulder as he tried to repair what little of a friendship they had.

For a moment, Nick found himself gazing at Ellis for a little longer than naturally acceptable. Swating the boys hand away, he simply scrunched his lips in to a sour frown. Ellis hated when he did that.. it felt like the older man was rejecting his request for some sort of affection. Even if it was a simple touch.. a hug... Nick was like the ice queen and Ellis the child seeking warmth in a blizzard. So why did the boy want to touch him... and feel his fingertips freeze to the smooth surface of Nicks neglected skin? He could easily get a hug off  Rochelle if he wanted one, hell maybe even Coach. But Nick? There wasn't a chance in hell. And despite trying and failing so many times, Ellis just couldn't allow himself to give up.

"Hey Nick.."
"What?"
"Why do you hate me?"

Rubbing his slightly sore throat, Ellis watched as Nick seemed to freeze for a moment. The mechanic didn't know if he should brace himself for another axe attack and kiss his ass goodbye or just wait it out. As much as the bracing and kissing appealed to Ellis right now, he continued to look at the older man. Curiousity lingering within his gaze.

"I don't hate you." Nick replied, letting out a slightly pained sigh.
It's true, he didn't hate Ellis, even if the kid knew how to annoy him more than any of his ex wives ever could -- which is a damned lot. Nick just couldn't find it in himself to hate him. Usually, feelings were black and white to Nick. Anger. Pain. Pleasure. But when it came to his feelings about Ellis? It was like the two crashed together and formed some kind of mute grey. His feelings melting in to each other in some kind of frenzy. It was easier to tell himself that he was pissed at the kid, than to tell himself that he actually cared about him. The negatives always came naturally to Nick.

Inhaling a sickly sweet scent, he lowered his gaze to look down at a small paper cup filled with clumps of cotton candy. Ellis's hand was connected to the cup as he held it out for the older man to take, a small smile upon his lips as Nick slowly took the cup in one hand.

"Didn't think I'd eat it all without getting some for y'all, did ya?" Ellis grinned, sitting himself down upon the floor, the booths tall counter keeping him out of sight from any passing near by infected. Though right now their surroundings seemed deathly quiet and still.

Placing the cup beside himself, Nick slumped on to the floor, letting out a tired groan. He really needed to sleep, but this booth was't a safe place to sleep. Not unless he wanted to risk being decapitated, torn to shreds, puked on or spat on in his sleep. Yeah, he knew all about gambling and those odds were not in their favor and definitely not worth the damn risk. Despite knowing this, Nick struggled to stop his eyelids from drooping, continuously he began to waver on the spot. And everytime his eyes opened, Ellis drew a little bit closer.

"What?" Nick grumbled faintly, almost too tired to even speak.

"I really like you Nick." Nick didn't flinch as he felt the boys hands on his suit once more.
"Tear the suit and you're dead." He slurred, not quite catching on to Ellis's words as his brain cried for sleep.

Then he felt it, a soft and warm sensation peck against his lips.

Slowly opening his sleep-deprived eyes, Nick found himself face to face with Ellis. Their lips interlocking, the sticky sweet taste of cotton candy teased the conmans tastebuds as he felt Ellis's tongue brush up against the roof of his mouth. Such a kiss was enough to make the conman stave off sleep, his pleasure deprived body and will power overpowering his fatigue as he pushed in to Ellis, causing the mechanic to tumble backwards on to the floor as the kiss deepened. Knocking off the boys cap in order to grab a fistful of his curly brown hair, Nick turned what was once a sweet and sugary kiss in to a rather demanding and fierce make out session. His roughness caused Ellis to whimper faintly in to their kiss as his other hand wandered over the boys side, pinching at the skin beneath his oil, sweat and blood stained shirt. Breaking the kiss in order to take in some much needed air, Nick was surprised to see Ellis bravely reach out to push up his shirt. Revealing Nicks flat and pale stomach. Feeling a series of sticky fingers work their way over his skin, Nick continued to watch as Ellis grasped a hold of his waist. Using it to help himself sit upright, Nicks straddling position keeping his legs pinned to the floor as he began to lap at the older mans navel. His tongue drawing slow and torturous circles around the sensitive flesh. Nick found himself watching Ellis with half closed eyes, his body tingling with pleasure as each touch from the boys tongue sent teasingly slow chills down his spine. His lower regions aching from the confinment of his trousers.

Pushing Ellis back on to the floor, Nick hovered over him, his eyes trailing over the boys heaving chest before finishing at his slightly flushed face. Reaching down, he began to peel Ellis's shirt from his body. His eyes greedily taking in the slightly muscular frame that belonged to the hick. Somewhat surprised, yet somewhat impressed with what he saw. Ellis shuddered beneath him as he felt Nicks stubble scratch against his smooth flesh. His eyes widening faintly to the feeling of teeth and lips painting his abdomen with possessive bites and kisses. Letting out a slight groan, the boy willingly arched his back, wanting more of his skin to be ravaged by the other. Each groan was like a reward to the conman, a sweet sound he would purchase on record if possible and put on repeat for all eternity.

Trailing a few kisses and bites along Ellis's waist, Nick worked his way upwards, his tongue slowly dragging over his lower lip as he arrived at one of the boys rather pert nipples. Taking it in to his mouth without a sound, he worked at the sensitive bud with both his teeth and tongue. Playing with it to earn more harmonous sounds from Ellis. The younger boy didn't know much about foreplay, but he sure knew by now that it was sheer hell for a hard on.

"Ah! Nick! Don't fucking tease me!" He choked, his eyes clenched shut as he tried to hold in another moan.

Releasing his oral grip upon the boys nipple, the conman leant back to look down at the flustered body beneath him. His own little work of art. Ellis's cheeks now a slight red from arousal as his lusting blue eyes gazed up at Nick.

"Come on Ellis, take it like a man."

Nicks teasing words dripped with amusement and a darker lust than what Ellis could fathom. The boy didn't have to wait long before the others plans were revealed. Reaching up to claw at the material that was stapled to the booths counter like some kind of fauxe curtain, Ellis gasped loudly and threw back his head. The cold midnight air touched his erection with its icy fingers. The freezing cold was sucked from his skin as icy fingers were soon replaced with a hot and wet mouth. Eager to taste the younger boy.

Feeling his stomach tie itself in to knots and his thighs tense until it hurt, Ellis felt helpless beneath Nicks experienced touch. Almost as if he were hopelessly floating within a small lake, each ripple of pleasure splashed at him, slowly turning in to a more forceful and pleasurable wave that licked at his skin and coated it in a lustful warmth. Opening his mouth, the mechanic panted lightly for air. Nick looked up at the boy, enjoying the sight of Ellis trying to fight off his natural urges, it was pretty inevitable that Ellis was only going to be able to hold out for so long. But as long as Nick got what he wanted, then everything was going to be good.

A choked and rather loud groan left Ellis's lips as Nicks tongue trailed over the very end of his length. Digging his tongue in to the boys swollen head one last time, the conman pulled back and smacked his lips in approval of the taste and of the reactions he had been given. Ellis seemed to be easy to break, easy to control and tame. Though Nick had figured as much, given the boys tender disposition and soft nature. But that didn't mean this wasn't any fun.

As much as he was enjoying Nicks touches, Ellis didn't want to be made to wait. He was young, reckless and impatient. Especially when it came to getting what he wanted; he couldn't be made to wait for so long.

"Nick," he began with a soft whine, somewhat hoping his attempts at a pout would convince the conman to halt his teasing and simply make love to him.

Wrapping his legs around the older mans waist, Ellis began to rub his half exposed body against Nick. A shuddered gasp of approval passed through his lips as he began to bite and lick at the flesh behind the others ear. Hoping each manuver was enough to push Nick in to listening to the boys plea's.

Nick tilted his head against Ellis's lips as he let out a hum of approval, feeling their plump folds press against the kiss stained surface of his skin. His eyes losing focus for a few seconds as a warm and pleasurable sensation swam over his body. Each of the mechanics touches was like sparking a match against an empty oil can. Eventually, one of those sparks was going to ignite in to a almost uncontrolable flame.

Listening to Ellis drawl out his name like some kind of southern voodoo incantation, Nick began to remove the remainder of the boys clothes. Pulling down the oil and mud caked overall bottoms from their previous sitting place on the mechanics thighs. He spent a few seconds caressing the others intact flesh, running a few fingers over the slight wrinkle of Ellis's entrance. He couldn't help but smirk triumphantly as the younger boys hips instinctively bucked in reply to his touch. Ellis himself red faced, beads of sweat beginning to trail down the side of his tired face. Quickly lapping his tongue over a few fingers, he reached back down to tend to that ever sensitive hole that formed Ellis's entrance. Rubbing his damp finger tips against the virgin flesh, he listened as Ellis struggled to keep quiet. His eyes tightly clenched shut as he squirmed beneath Nicks sturdy frame and gasped for air, a few whimpers escaping through his lips. A gentle shudder ran its way down the boys spine as Nick forced open his legs, causing him to feel open and exposed. Vulnerable. Gazing up at the other, Ellis held his breath for a moment, his knee's gently shaking from anticipation as the sound of a zipper being pulled drifted in to hearing.

Fuck it was cold, even in the midst of sex, Nick couldn't help but take in the negatives about his surroundings. Though his attention was brought back to Ellis, the younger boys firm and naked body now fanned out beneath him. Panting ever so faintly.

Roughly siezing a hold of Ellis's hips, Nick pulled them from the dirt encrusted floor, his grip causing the boys flesh to redden and turn a slight tint of purple as he began to force himself inside. Not once pausing to give Ellis a chance to adjust to the shock and probable pain of being fucked.

Immediately reaching up to claw at the older mans arms, Ellis felt the pain hit his system. His eyes widening as he felt himself be invaded and brutally thrusted in to.
"Ah! Fu-fuck!" He cried loudly beneath the grunts of Nick. His cries turning in to loud whimpers, which soon evolved in to groans.

Nick wasn't sorry it hurt, he was glad it hurt. He wanted Ellis to never forget that kind of pain -- because he was going to be the one who could cause it and then take it all away and replace it with an addictive pleasure, so easily. The proof of that was in the groans and plea's of approval that began to twist their way out of the boys mouth. His nails digging in to Nicks sleeves as he begged for the conman to continue. A plea that Nick was all too happy to give in to. Pressing his hips against the backs of Ellis's thighs, Nick forced the boy to bend his knees, internally exposing more patches of sensitive flesh to ravage. Ah. Shit. Ellis was so tight, it almost felt like the boy had his erection in a choke hold with the way his inner walls continued to tense and contract to each thrust.

Soon enough the pair of them were a mass of flesh, rough kisses and longly awaited intercourse.

Tugging roughly at Nicks hair, Ellis's back was now arched from the floor as he choked on his own moans, the pleasure swelling within his stomach like the beginnings of a violent storm. Nick was fighting his own inner battle as he edged closer and closer to release. His vision beginning to blur as a warm and fuzzy sensation began to trickle down his spine. Letting out a forceful groan, the older man leaned forwards slightly as his seed was spilled. Ellis quivered as he felt Nicks release inside of him, triggering the boys own release and orgasm. The midnight air laced with panting and the occasional breathless "Fuck."

Pulling on his pants, Ellis glanced down beside Nick, who was already on his feets, his trousers zipped up once more as he used the reflective surface of the counter to fix his hair.

"You didn't eat this."

Ellis complained, showing the older male the cup of cotton candy.

"God dammit Ellis."