The freaking zombie apocalypse. (Boyxboy)

24.

Suddenly, all the warmth stopped and Kenny pulled away making me blink in surprise. There was a conflicted look on his face before he sighed letting his head drop on my shoulder.

"I can't do it." He told me sighing heavily, and I couldn't help but blink. "What if they hear us? I can't do this to Martha."

"Oh," I said pushing him away wondering if he realizes my pants are now off because of him, and he should have thought about that before he threw them away. "Kenny, you're a bitch."

"Why am I a-"

"We're on the upper floor, they won't hear a thing, asshole."

Kenny bit his lip looking around in consideration, but before he could make a decision, I made it for him. I kicked him off the bed and watched gleefully as he fell on the wooden floor. The flat look he gave me was glorious, and I couldn't help myself but giggle.

"Really? That's your response?"

"Yes." I told him teasingly as I hopped off the bed. "We're doing it on the floor. Should be quieter."

Without missing a beat, Kenny yanked me down by my wrist and I fell on him almost crashing down on the floor, but instead I crashed down against him. "That could work." He grinned at me and I just chuckled wrapping my arms around his neck with a nod. "We still have one problem, though."

I groaned. "We do?"

"Yeah, we do." He told me just as he pulled me in for a quick kiss. This made me think that this problem we have isn't so serious already expecting his next words when we broke off. "Your clothes are still on."

"My clothes?" I recoiled in mock shock looking at him feeling very offended while he smirked up at me with his beautiful handsome face that I keep him for. "What about your clothes? Fuck that shirt."

Kenny allowed me to tug his shirt off, and maybe I was a bit eager, but if there was another thing that was more beautiful than this idiot's face, it was his body. I just unconsciously ran my hand all over his torso feeling like I wanted nothing more than to litter it with bites.

No, seriously, it was a very lovely well-toned body and I am screaming at my stupid genes for not giving me one, too.

"Can't say I am not flattered by how hard you're staring, but I want-"

I slapped his hand away when it tried to pull me down by my shirt. "No, shut up. Don't interrupt me."

"That's a bit unfair. I want your clothes off, too."

"No, I think life's super fair." I disagreed smiling at him as I guided his hand to my underwear. That should distract him and allow me a few more moments of appreciating just how hot he is. "It made me smart and in return it made you so fucking beautiful."

A kiss was placed near my bellybutton as he finally took off my underwear before he smiled up at me. "But you're smart and beaut-" A frown appeared on his face. "Did you just call me stupid?"

His anger wasn't so convincing when his hand was literally fondling my ass as we spoke as I rolled my eyes.

"Do you actually know what you're doing?" Kenny raised an eyebrow at that before I felt a finger prod my hole making me screech. "A little warning would have been appreciated!" I hissed watching as he reached for something from his bag and show it to me with a mischievous grin, and I couldn't help but stare at it in bafflement.

It was a bottle of lube.

"When the hell did you get this?"

He shrugged. "I nabbed it just in case."