Possession One
Okay, a story that blossomed from Escargotage mentioning Nick/Keith, then after discussion with Arborrelli blossomed into a threesome involving an Ellis sammich between Nick and Keith having a mini posessive battle over who gets Ellis. Of course, conditions were that if she drew it, I would write it. Took a few extra days, and about twice as long as a Mechanical chapter so my fingers hurt. Picture's over here (obviouslly NSFW) http://community.livejournal.com/nickxellis/222117.html#cutid1 . So, have some one-shot porn!
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It was three years after the infection, and society had rebounded. The first year had been spent clearing out the cities of the last dredge of the infected. Luckily most of them had been dead by that time. They had either died of starvation, or from the prolonged effects of the virus. The longest to last had been the special infected, and that had only been due to cannibalization. The second year was spent restoring the cities that had been taken over. And in all actuality, most of them were in good shape. Most of the zombie’s couldn’t take down concrete buildings. Most of the damage was either from fires, missiles, or Tanks.
But despite knowing the restoring that had been going on, Nick couldn’t help the feeling of surprise when he drove into Savannah to find it looking no worse for the wear. Hell, it didn’t even look like it had ever been overrun in the first place.
“An’ look over there, Whittakers shop’s still up!” Ellis was half-hanging out the window at this point, excitedly pointing out the different sights and buildings. His mouth hadn’t stopped running since they had gotten in the town. “An’ there’s the overpass, an’ there’s where that Charger nearly pummeled me ta shit, an’ there’s the hospital they’re rebuilding, an there-“
“Yes, I see, Overalls,” Nick kept one hand on the steering wheel, using the other to reach over and grab the back of the hick’s shirt, yanking him back inside the car. “Stay inside- I don’t need to get on your mom’s bad side without even meeting her by letting you fall out of a window.”
Ellis merely grinned in response, practically bouncing in his seat. “Ah can’t wait for ya ta meet my ma! She makes tha best pies in Savannah, ya ain’t ever had cookin’ like hers. And then ya can meet Keith…”
Nick glanced over as the kid trailed off into a thoughtful silence. He could always tell when Ellis was thinking had about something. That was the only time he ever shut up. “What’s on your mind?”
“Nuthin much,” Ellis dismissed, though it was obviously still bothering him. His brow was furrowed and he was worrying his bottom lip, like he was confused about something. “Jus’ wonderin’ how you an’ Keith are gonna get along.”
He gave a snort, catching the kids attention as Ellis looked over at him curiously. “Ellis, with all the stories I’ve been forced to listen too, the guy sounds like a complete retard. And the only time I get along with retards is if they’re rich. Is he rich?”
Ellis rolled his eyes at Nick, crossing his arms and leaning back in the leather seat, feet propped up on the dashboard. “Ah know it’s hard for ya, jus’ try not ta be a complete asshole, alright?”
“No promises.”
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As soon as the door opened to the house, Nick’s ears were barraged with the excited whoops and hollers of the rednecks. Each of them were already trying to talk a million miles an hour over each other, but neither of them seemed to care that they weren’t being actually heard, so long as they could both convey how excited they were through the loudest means possible.
When the man finally noticed Nick, who had been standing off to the side patiently, he had Ellis in a headlock, using a rough hand to muss up the curly hair. "An' who'd this be?" He asked cheerfully, eying Nick up and down.
Ellis struggled before finally getting out of the grip, slightly red faced from the playful greeting. "This is Nick," he introduced, gesturing to him. "Nick, this is Keith, ma best buddy on this here side'a Georgia.”
It wasn’t that hard to figure out who it was. It seemed Elli’s stories had been a bit exaggerated in some cases, but not by much. There were burns along the side of his face and extending down the neck to the man’s back before disappearing underneath the shirt, as well as a wide assortment of blade and claw scars along the arms. He screamed redneck so loud you would have to be deaf, blind and dumb to miss it. There was an anchor beard down his chin and along the bottom of his jaw, and what looked like the beginning of a mullet. The black hair was still too short and only reached about halfway down the neck. If Nick had to take a guess, he would have bet the reason it wasn’t a full-out-southern mullet was because each time it got long enough, it was burned off in one of the many horrible adventures involving fire.
A hand was extended to him, and Nick only briefly acknowledged the fact that it looked like there were stitch scars around three of the fingers, before returning the shake. “Well, a friend’a Ellis’s is a friend a mine, Nick,” The grin he received had two teeth missing. “Didn’t realize ya were comin’ down, but the couch is open. Not tha best, but it works.”
“We’re a bit more than friends,” Nick explained curtly, reaching over and wrapping an arm around Ellis’s waist, drawing the hick closer. Ellis looked like he wanted to roll his eyes at the gesture, but by this point he was used to the little possessive quirks that came out every once in a while.
Keith raised a skeptical eyebrow, looking between the two of them as it obviously tried to compute. Funny, Nick had figured the southerner would have put up more of a fighting match at the idea that Ellis was with a man. The mom sure had. “An… this a recent thing?”
“If three or four years is recent, then yes,” Nick replied without missing a beat, watching closely as the corner of Keith’s lips twitched downwards in a barely-restrained frown of disapproval. Well, at least he wasn’t loud and violent about it. Though Nick had a feeling he was in for a night of thinly veiled insults. Oh joy.
“Well, ah’m, uh… ah’m happy for ya then, Ellis,” he sure didn’t sound very happy about it, green eyes still occasionally flickering down to look at the arm around the kids waist. He forced a friendly smile to his face however and stepped to the side. “Well, come on in, s’not fun standin’ out here in tha middle a’ summer. Hot as all’a hell out here!”
Ellis pulled away from the arm and eagerly bounded inside without waiting for Nick. Keith shot Nick a brief glare from where he held the door open before turning away and stepping inside, closing the door forcefully behind him.
Oh, tonight was going to be real fun.
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“-cause the middle tha summer round here’s goddamn hot, man. So Keith said he remembered this pool up on top’a tha roof at this hotel. An’ ya know all those fancy movies at the theaters where tha spies jus’ climb right up tha side of tha building? Well, he figured, it ain’t that hard, right?” Ellis continued his rambling, shoving another forkful of food into his mouth so that the rest of the story was garbled.
There wasn’t a kitchen table, so they sat on the couches around a coffee table. Well, they sat on the longest couch. Ellis had taken middle seat, and when Nick saw that Keith had sat on the seat next to him, he had quickly taken the other side. So for the moment they were somewhat cramped.
Since they had stepped foot inside the small house, Nick had heard non-stop Keith stories. As if he hadn’t dealt with them enough over the three years he had know the kid. Even if Nick attempted to change the subject, it would somehow remind the kid of some other retarded adventure they had that most likely involved heights, rollercoaster’s, mauling animals, knives, or the favorite, fire. Eventually Nick had settled for moodily poking at his plate, his appetite somewhat ruined by the gravy it was soaked in.
Probably the worst part was seeing the smug smirk on the other hill-billy’s face through the stories. Nick knew how people worked, and most people would be embarrassed or bashful by just how obviously Ellis was hero-worshipping him. But no. The little shit soaked it up like a goddamn bearded, mullet-wearing, sponge.
When Ellis was finally able to be understood again, he was on yet another story that he had.
Disgusted, Nick put his plate down on the table and leaned back against the arm of the chair, arms crossed as he watched the kid finish off his own meal. His eyes slid down as he caught sight of a bit of movement, and finally took notice of the fact that Keith’s lower leg was casually pressed up against Ellis’s. He had been doing things like that since they had arrived. A friendly arm around the shoulders, a playful nudge, but the contact always lingered longer than it was supposed to. And the kid was too damn oblivious to notice it, leaving Nick to fume in silence.
His eyes flickered back up to the mans face, only to be greeted with the victorious smirk.
Oh hell no.
“So, Ellis,” Nick drawled, interrupting the hick mid-sentence. “Know what the sleeping arrangements are for tonight? The couch is a bit small for two people.”
Ellis looked at him like he had asked one of the stupidest question he had ever heard. “Duh, I’mma sleep in Keith’s bed with him. Done it before when all’a us’d come home drunk and we couldn’ drive. Dave’d take couch, and we take bed.”
“That way ya don’t have ta worry about trying ta fit two people on the couch,” Keith quickly jumped on-board with the explanation, looking perfectly happy with the idea that Nick and Ellis would be separated.
Nick scoffed under his breath, then leaned forward, wrapping an arm around Ellis’s shoulder as he slid closer to the boy. “Well, see, here’s the thing… you’ve been such a nice guy to us already, Keith,” Bullshit. Absolute bullshit were the only words that could describe what he was uttering. “I was thinking that you could sleep out here for a night and let us have the bed. After all, don’t you think it’s a little bit inappropriate, to be sharing a bed with someone else’s… boyfriend?” The word sounded weird on his tongue, but it sure as hell was a lot better than ‘significant other’.
The smirk had disappeared, instead a sneer being redirected to the arm around Ellis. “Well, it’s a good thing ah’m not planning on fuckin’ ‘round with him, isn’t it?” Keith leaned forward as well, a possessive hand being placed on the kids knee. “If ah didn’t know any better, ah’d say yer a tad bit jealous. Neva’ a good thing ta have in a relationship, don’t ya trust Ellis?”
Ellis was now looking between the two of them like they were insane, obviously not understanding the very blatant power struggle going on.”I’m not jealous at all, Keith,” Nick lied, the hand on the shoulder moving up to thread it’s fingers through the curly hair. “I would think it’s the other way around, actually. Suppose you can’t understand the intimacy of a relationship yourself though.”
Oh he hit a button with that one. The hick’s face turned a deep, angry red, the hand on the knee tightened till the veins almost popped out.
Nick made sure to drive the point to home by using his grip in Ellis’s hair to direct the kids face towards him for a deep kiss. He kept his grip tight, not letting Ellis yank away in surprise, letting the kiss last for a few seconds before pulling away.
The other wouldn’t let the challenge go unmet though. “See, ah can’t be jealous of someone like yew,” Came the snide response, the hand moving up from the knee to the inner, upper thigh, fingertips lightly kneading through the denim. “Cause ah’ve known Ellis since we was kids. Ah know he’d pick me over yew any day,” Keith leaned forward, redirecting his attention onto Ellis. “Ain’t that right, Ellis?” The man purred, lips barely a centimeter away now from the kids neck. The breath must have tickled because Nick felt a shiver crawl up the kids spine, before tensing as a tongue licked its way from the neck to the shell of the ear.
It was Nick’s turn to feel anger starting to boil up. “Well, see, that wouldn’t happen either,” He all but snarled, his grip of the curly hair tight, ignoring the feeble ‘guys?’ that he got from the kid. “Because I can give him things you can’t,” To make his point clear, his free hand grabbed at Ellis’s crotch, bumping away the intrusive hand from the other hill billy. He felt a flash of satisfaction to feel the kid getting responsive so quickly at the rough touch.
“An’ who ever said ah can’t do any a’ that?” Keith demanded loudly, and Nick lost his grip on the kids hair when the man forced his lips onto the youngest, initiating a heady and heavy kiss, the hand that had been on the thigh groping at the boys chest.
There was a moment of struggle before both of them were shoved away, Ellis shooting to his feet. His face was red, and Nick could see the beginning of a tent forming from where his hand had been working. “Will yew two knock it off?” He snapped, shooting glares between the two of them. “Jesus Christ, yer like two kids fightin’ over a goddamn toy! And Nick, ah told ya ta be nice ta him, Keith is my best friend!”
“He started it.”
The kid threw his hands in the air at the response, before turning away in frustration. “You two work it out yerselves, ah’m goin’ ta bed,” With that, he stormed away, leaving the two men sitting at opposite ends of the couch.
Nick looked back over at Keith, who did the same. “You think I’m just going to give up what’s mine?”
Keith snorted, standing to his feet. “Not when it’s not yours in the first place. He was mine first, old man.”
“I think that’s for Ellis to decide.”
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Ellis was stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt when Nick walked into the bedroom the kid had disappeared in, the hat, jeans and shoes thrown to the corner of the room. The bulge in the front was much more prominent without the thick denim covering it, and Nick felt a touch of pride at seeing how quickly the kid had reacted to his touch.
His touch, not Keith’s.
“Ellis, Ellis look, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Nick was ignored, but he could tell the kid had heard him. “I won’t fight with him again, all right? At least for tonight,” He walked in front of the kid, keeping him from turning away by placing a hand on his shoulder. At the frustrated glare he received he lightly placed a kiss on the kids forehead, then his cheeks, his lips. When the hick started to relax he shifted his grip so that his arms loosely wrapped around the kids hips, still peppering the face with kisses. “I want to make it up to you,” Nick purred into his ear, delighting in the shiver he received.
“We want to make it up to you,” Came the forceful correction, another pair of arms finding their way around the hick. Nick shot the redneck a dirty look over Ellis’s shoulder, but the other man didn’t back down, only tightening his hold around Ellis.
Nick felt the curly hair brush against his cheek as Ellis turned his head a bit to look at Keith behind him. “Guys, ah don’t think this is… Keith, ah’m not so sure ya should be…”
“Ah can do anything for ya he can,” The foreign hand between Ellis and Nick slipped beneath the kids shirt to play against the skin and muscles there. “Ah can do anything yew want me ta do, Ellis,” Nick could feel that the other was reacting, a stubborn length poking at the side of his thigh through the boxers. He barely kept from growling when the redneck’s other hand strayed lower and he whispered just loud enough for Nick to hear into Ellis’s ear. “So… what do yew want me ta do?”
The hick’s breathing had sped up, face turning red again with arousal. Nick could feel the soft skin of the neck turning hot with blood. “Ah, ah want y-yew,” Nick stared to pull back to say a very choice words when Ellis corrected the statement, grabbing Nick’s shoulder with his hand. “Yew both, a-ah want yew both,” The kid hesitated, obviously not quite sure of what he was getting himself into.
Nick wanted to say he needed only one, but this gave him a chance to prove that he was better than the redneck anyway. “Then you’ll get us both,” he murmured, kneeling down so that he could push up the kids shirt, mouthing along the taut muscles that were there and leaving wet trails from where his tongue had been.
He received a muffled whimper, the hick’s hips lightly rocking between them, not sure who to press against. Nick was playing with a particularly sensitive spot along the kids abdomen, nibbling and licking the skin there, when he glanced up to see the kids face. However Ellis was busy at the moment with the other redneck, engaged in a hot and sloppy kiss.
There was a muffled whine when Nick pulled away, but he ignored it, sliding up and grabbing the bunched t-shirt so that he could fully pull it over the kids head. Got the clothing out of the way, and effectively interrupted the kiss. Keith scowled at him from where Ellis couldn’t see, fully aware of what Nick had done, but took the chance to quickly shed his clothes, taking a seat on the edge of the bed while tugging and jerking himself into hardness with lazy, rolling motions of his wrist.
Nick had no problem with that part, his own clothes already uncomfortably tight. But Ellis was already helping him out of them, hungrily attacking his mouth and working the buttons of the suit so that the jacket was shed, then the blue dress shirt, and finally Nick was able to step out of the pants. He could feel the intense green gaze of the redneck on them as he guided Ellis backwards until bumping into the bed and falling onto the sheets.
They stayed like that for a minute before Ellis took control and rolled them over so that he was straddling Nick’s waist, grinding them together and panting against his mouth. The movements were frantic and needy, and he let his eyes drift shut, focusing only on the touches and the keening sounds the younger male made.
“Let’s not forget ah’m here,” Came the throaty chuckle, snapping Nick effectively out of the lustful daze. Keith had crawled up behind Ellis and was now nipping and biting at the kids neck.
Ellis broke away from the kiss, arching his back and tilting his head back to give the man better access. “Oh gawd, Keith...”
Nick narrowed his eyes, lips tight at the sight. The name that was whispered only further infuriated him. His hands tightened around the kids hips, the cloth of the boxers bunching up in his grip. He bucked his hips up, finally managing to get Ellis’s attention again. “Are you going to take these off or what?” Nick asked impatiently.
It seemed to take a few seconds to register, but after a moment he pulled away from Keith and shifted on the bed so he could pull off the boxers, throwing them off to the side to disappear somewhere in the mess of the room, and Nick took the chance to strip himself of his own.
Keith leaned over while they were busy, fiddling with the bedside drawer. After digging through what was inside he finally pulled out a plastic bottle that had been inside. He was about to pop open the top when Nick scoffed. “Do you even know what to do with that?” Keith opened his mouth to protest but Nick interrupted him. “Just watch and learn, kid. Maybe you’ll find some other redneck you can use it on.”
The man scowled, but reluctantly tossed it over to him. Nick smirked and popped open the cap, squeezing out some of the lube onto his fingers. Ellis had settled on top of him again, only this time facing Keith, who still sat on Nick’s upper thighs. Since the man didn’t have to worry about having his hands busy with the lube, that left him free for a heavy makeout session with the other hick, their hands exploring and groping anywhere they could touch.
If it wasn’t for the fact that Ellis was his and the other man was an asshole, he could almost say it was hot. Almost.
Ellis let out a soft groan when Nick finally pushed in the first finger, tensing at the intrusive digit before forcibly relaxing. He knew well enough over time to realize being tense only made it worse, and he handled it a lot better than when Nick had first done this to him. The first knuckle slid past the tight ring of muscle, than the second and up to the third, and without barely waiting another finger soon found its home inside that Nick knew so well.
When he hooked his fingers towards the kids stomach he got a louder moan in response, Ellis arching his back more so that he could better present himself for the conman. There was something thrilling about seeing him so eager, so willing, wanting Nick inside him. Sometimes he delighted in teasing the kid until he thought he would explode, red faced and panting underneath him, so desperate for Nick to…
Finally preparation was just too much work, and he withdrew the fingers. There wasn’t a noise of protest only because the kid knew what was coming instead. Grabbing a hold of the kids hips, he forcibly guided the hick down onto his neglected cock, one hand being used to guide it.
“Niicckkk…” The drawl was breathless and wanton, laced with pain, but pleasure at the same time.
Nick smirked as his name was moaned again, silently tallying up how many times the kid said his name compared to the other mans. Though it seemed somewhat hard to keep track of with the way the heat squeezed around him. He grit his own teeth to keep in the embarrassing sounds of pleasure as once more his attention diverted from the power struggle to the amazing tightness. His eyes drifted shut when Ellis finally sank fully on, staying still and allowing the kid to adjust to the feeling of being full. He hoped that Mullet-head was getting a good eyeful.
His eyes opened again however at the feeling of something else pushing at the tight ring of muscle that encased him. There was a gasp from above, and he felt Ellis tighten and wriggle, nearly causing Nick to thrust up just at the feeling. “Keith, Keith, what are ya- yer not gonna- aw, shit, man,” A second finger forced itself into the already stretched hole, pressing against Nick, intrusive and prodding. His hands tightened around the hips until he was sure bruises were going to be left when he realized just what the other man was planning.
No, he wasn’t actually going too…
Ellis leaned back a bit and closer to Nick as Keith finally came into view, supporting Ellis’s legs with one hand on the kids thigh and the other at the crook of his knee. “Don’t ya trust me, El?” The man murmured, lips brushing the others, and Nick saw Ellis’s jaw opening and closing as he tried to figure out what to say.
Then there was something else forcing it’s way inside alongside Nick, something larger than fingers. Ellis tensed, as if trying to force out the intrusions, but not succeeding very well. Within a few moments the other man was fully encased as well, pressing against Nick in the process.
“Ellis, Ellis, breathe…” Nick used one hand to soothingly rub the kids lower back, feeling him shaking from the experience. But it was getting to be too much, fuck, he was so tight now, so hot. Nick had to move or else he was sure he would go insane from the pressure.
He pulled out about halfway before thrusting back in again, and immediately the hick let out a pained cry, extended hands clawing at the sheets. The movement was similarly copied by the other man, and soon they were lost in a blur of skin, heat, grunts, moans, and cries.
Ellis seemed to switch between who’s name he would utter, either being Keith or Nick. The pain had finally seemed to mostly fade away for the kid, but it was still unacceptable to Nick. His name should have been the only one he was moaning. Not Gator-breaths.
When Nick could look over Elli’s shoulder, he managed to get a look at the other man. The green eyes were half-lidded, and as soon as they saw that Nick was watching, they hardened into a steely glare, a sneer on his face as Nick felt him speed up. Nick returned the gesture, baring his teeth in a snarl at the other, still keeping a possessive hold of the kids hips.
Their staring match was interrupted when Ellis clamped down around them, body twitching in the impeding orgasm. Immediately Nick sped up the thrusts, listening intently. Keith seemed just as enthralled and leaned forward, both of them waiting and trying to pay attention through the lust-filled daze.
“Gawd, oh gawd, Nick!” Ellis jerked, howling out the mans name as his body seized and released.
The sound of his name and seeing the crushed look on the other mans face was all he needed, giving a few last shaky thrusts before grunting and cumming as deep inside as he could, biting his bottom lip hard enough that he could feel blood well around his teeth. Keith took a few more seconds than they did, but a visible shiver ran down the mans spine before he too finally got off.
Ellis collapsed back onto Nick’s chest, taking in heaving breaths as the over-sensitized body still tingled with after-shocks. There was extra weight as Keith laid on top of the kid, taking deep breaths as well. However after a few moments the redneck pushed himself away, withdrawing and rolling off the bed. Nick watched him lazily with one eye open, watching the mans hands shaking as he hurriedly buttoned up his pants. Ellis shifted on top of him, letting out a quiet, “Keith?”
The man ignored them, and as soon as he was somewhat decent hurried out of the bedroom, like a dog with its tail between his legs. Nick smirked at the glimpse of the confused and hurt look from the redneck before he was gone from sight.
Ha. Maybe now he would finally back off of Ellis.
There was the smug feeling of victory when he lightly kissed Ellis’s neck, one arm wrapping around to lay on top of the kids abdomen. However instead of relaxing into the embrace, Ellis sighed and forced himself up as well, rolling off the bed.
Nick sat up, confused when he saw Ellis slip on the jeans he had been wearing earlier, not bothering with boxers. “Ah’ll be back in a minute, alright, Nick?” Despite the way it was phrased as a question, the conman got no say in the matter as the hick also left the bedroom, leaving Nick alone on the bed.
The feeling of knowing that he had beat the other redneck was ruined by the way the kid had just gone chasing after him, leaving a sour feeling in his gut. After staring at the door, as if expecting the hick to reappear, he sighed and got to his feet, only bothering with his pants so that he didn’t flash any neighbors before going to snoop on their conversation.
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