Ellis took this as an invitation, giving him a lopsided grin and shuffling over to where Nick was sitting and plopping down next to him. He lay back, putting his arms behind his head. Nick glanced at his exposed stomach out of the corner of his eye and glared at his shotgun. Ellis sighed through his nose, utterly content and oblivious.

“No-o-thi-i-n.’”

“Then get out, you’re distracting me.”

“I ain’t doin’ shit,’” Ellis protested, sitting up on his elbows. “Ive onlt been here for two
seconds and I’ve been real quiet.” Nick turned his head in annoyance to look at the kid’s eyes, which were half-lidded, and his mouth, which was slightly open. And Nick tried to imagine him as a kid to berate him but couldn’t because there was something different about this version of drunk Ellis. Maybe it was a combination of the quiet and Nick’s attitude, or maybe there was something in the alcohol, but he wasn’t fidgeting or whooping or laughing his ass off on something stupid. He was kind of…calm. And it threw Nick off a little bit.

Then he heard footsteps of a lighter sort and he cursed because Rochelle’s head appeared on in the doorway. He had been staring at Ellis beforehand and saw the kid’s eyes light up, pissing him off just a tad more than it should have.

“Ro!” Ellis grinned stupidly and sat up a little straighter, which still wasn’t straight at all.

“Come sit with us!”

Rochelle smiled in that adult-to-small-child way and shook her head, gesturing to the axe in her hand. “Not tonight, honey. Got guard duty.”

“Aw,” Nick saw Ellis’ face fall in his peripheral vision and rolled his eyes.

“Nick’s on duty too,” Ellis nudged Nick, who was beginning to get the urge to smack him with the butt of his gun, “we can have a…a um…” he frowned at his lap, biting both his lips, trying to find words that sounded more appropriate than “guarding party,” but that was hard enough when he was sober.

Rochelle chuckled. “Sorry, baby. I just came to say goodnight to Nick here. You should sleep, tomorrow’s not gonna be any easier you know.” She threw Nick an amused look. “See you boys.”
Nick waved at her with a lazy hand. Rochelle just grinned, tapping the handle of her axe against the doorway in a sort of goodnight gesture.

Ellis leaned against Nick once she had left, pushing his face into Nick’s shoulder. Nick shoved him away.

“What the hell’s wrong with you? Get out,” he glowered at the kid, trying to intimidate him. He was annoyed, horny, and not drunk enough to fix either of those things. Ellis was too drunk to be intimidated.

“Don’t push me around, man, that’s not cool,” he gathered himself up again and crossed his arms over his knees, “I ain’t that much younger than you.”

“You’re like—what, nineteen, twenty?” Nick scoffed, finally finishing cleaning. He set his gun by his feet, “you don’t know what kind of shit I’ve been doing while you were in elementary school, kid.” He balled up the rag and threw it at Ellis.
Ellis picked up the rag and began inspecting it, still childish, yet still possessing that weird air Nick couldn’t put his finger on. And he thought he had this cardboard box of a kid all figured out.

“Man…” Ellis started, then went quiet again, and Nick thought he was going to begin another stupid, unrealistic, “one time with Keith,” anecdote so he readied an insult on the tip of his tongue. But Ellis didn’t say anything else, playing with the frayed edges of the cloth.
Nick told himself he didn’t care anyway, swallowed his barb for another time, and laid back on the mattress. He closed his eyes, folding his hands on his chest. The kid would notice if something went wrong, he wasn’t /that/ drunk.

Then Nick felt a weight against his chest and a wave of alcohol-tinged breath on his face and he changed his mind about that. He opened one eye, frowning. “/What/, kid.”
Ellis didn’t answer. Instead, he folded his arms across Nick’s chest and laid his head down on the backs of his hands, staring at him. And Nick realized what he was doing; the damn kid was testing him, testing his boundaries. All of a sudden his frustration faded and was replaced with a sort of competitive manner fueled by boredom, sexual frustration, and a slight, slight buzz. He knew just how the boy worked. So he moved a little in order to get comfortable and raised his eyebrows. “Yes?”

That seemed to the encouragement Ellis needed as he used the tips of his dirty sneakers to edge up a little more on top of Nick and get closer to his face, staring down at him through sleepy eyes. Nick stared right back at him, challenging look still on his face. He knew this kid well enough. He was just that good at his assumptions. If they were going to play the “test Nick’s boundaries until he cracks” game, Nick was going to be the only winner. He only expected the kid to burp in his face or something.

Ellis grunted as he leaned a little more forward and situated himself so that he was literally on top of Nick, who didn’t really feel comfortable with the fact that Ellis’ leg was situated between his, pressed a little too hard against his crotch in Ellis’ effort to get comfortable and in his face. But Nick only reached up to scratch the stubble on his chin and closed his eyes again.

And Ellis was encouraged a little more, just enough to lower his face and push his mouth against Nick’s. And Nick started because he did /not/ expect this, that he had liked to think he had the kid all figured out. So he started and tried to sit up while Ellis was still trying to kiss him and he lost his balance, teeth hitting Nick’s and trailing down his chin before he managed to get two hands on either side of the older man and sit up, cap pushed halfway back off his head, hair matted to his forehead.

Nick was shocked enough to forget about the little game he had conjured, to ignore the fact that the childish game was only in HIS head. He had half a mind to punch the kid. More than half a mind, in fact. He went as far as to pull his fist back until he saw the kid's face. He paused.
Ellis’ cheeks were flushed and he was still very obviously heavy and misplaced and bewildered because he was so drunk, biting that big bottom lip of his, hands still pushed down near Nick’s sides, leg still between Nick’s.

“I didn’t…” he started, stumbled, then tried again. “It ain’t that I’m…“ he pulled his hands back into his lap, utterly lost.

Nick lowered his fist, eyes wide, no longer bored, still a little buzzed, still frustrated. Horny. And that was enough to make him consider and actually reach out with both arms, push Ellis off, and flip him over onto the bed, crawling on top of him in the position Ellis was beforehand, knee shoved against Ellis’ crotch. Ellis stared up at him, unsure now but decided on the fact that he wasn’t gonna speak no more. Nick straightened himself out on top of him a little and grabbed the side of his hip.

"Stay quiet," he whispered, although he didn't really need to, and hoped that Rochelle was really focused on zombie-watching tonight.

Ellis stared up at him with that impossibly soft-looking face of his, and Nick hoped that he would stop staring when he leaned down and put his mouth over the kid's. no gentle teasing--Nick got right down to the wire, tongue all over inside, almost touching his throat, tasting the bitter, overly strong remains of alcohol. Ellis grabbed onto him despite himself and Nick reached around to shove his hands sown the back of that tied jumpsuit to squeeze those pale ass cheeks (he had stared a few times--so what? An ass is an ass).

Ellis made a small noise in the back of his throat and his hands tightened on Nick until they moved and reached a little further down the front of his pants and grabbed his erection through the fly. He opened his eyes as if he was surprised to feel it, and Nick couldn't blame him because he was surprised himself. He contented himself by gripping Ellis' butt harder and letting one of his hands wander around to the front of the inside of his underwear where if was hot as hell and he could feel Ellis' dick prodding insistently against his fingers. When he held it Ellis let out a huge moan and Nick freaked out, eyes widening and pulling his hands out like they were on fire. He shoved Ellis away just in time for Ro to ask, "Ellis? You okay honey?"

"He's fine," Nick answered, trying not to make his own voice waver, "he was being a little shit so I hit him." he turned Ellis around so his boner was digging into the mattress and adjusted his own cock in his pants just as Rochelle poked her head in the room.
Ellis, thank God, just lay there.

"You boys need to play nice," she frowned. "you know we don't have many friends out there, Nick."

"Yeah yeah," Nick would have lit a cigarette had he not smoked all of them on the way. Rochelle gave him a look and walked out. Nick climbed over Ellis, still face down on the mattress and whispered in his ear.

"You wanna suck my cock?" He breathed in the sexiest, most persuasive voice he could muster.

Ellis opened his mouth and snored. Nick's nostrils flared.

"Christ!" he almost shouted in frustration, but kept it down to a hoarse strain. He pushed the kid and swore, picking up his gun and sitting on the edge of the mattress again. He took a deep breath and started glaring at what he could see from the doorway to the room. Tonight was going to be a long night.

After ten minutes or so he looked over his shoulder and leaned over to push the kid on his side lest he choke on his puke, which, knowing Ellis, was probably very likely. Then he took the kid's cap off and put it next to his head, mouth set in a grave line.

He had spent months with them, trying to push them away from him. First chance he got, he'd be outta there. Gone. But Ellis' eyes fluttered in his sleep, Coach's snoring permeated the walls, and Rochelle' hummed a distant tune across the safehouse.

Nick frowned and leaned on his hand, wondering.
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THE END

>"You wanna suck my cock?"
>Ellis is snoring
>mfw

Otherwise, this is strangely hot, for a NickxEllis fic.

This was really cute. Thank you for posting.

This was super cute! I'm in looove.

I want to read more! It was adorable~ great work