The Trilogy: Smuts & One-Shots

Dad's Best Friend, Joel*: Joel Miller

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader
Warning: Smut
A/N: Follow my tumblr @nora-malfoypotter
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Part Two:

It had been a month since Joel came. He'd been sleeping in the room next to mine, with me in his bed. I'd never failed to wake up before everyone else, get one good fuck before leaving and going to my own room. We'd been very careful with our little charade. We never made too much eye contact when we were around my mom and dad. We didn't touch each other unless we were alone. Everything was normal until night hit and the doors closed. The only problem was I hadn't told him he was my first time. I couldn't bring myself to do it. He'd brought it up a couple of times. He would  ask me what I needed to tell him the first time he'd ever fucked me, and I'd just blow it off by blowing him. That always seemed to work.

    Joel was sitting by the pool. The stars lit up the night sky. The porch light was dim, and the water in the pool glistened as the moon hit almost too perfectly. He looked peaceful out there. I could tell he was thinking. He'd always stare off and breathe lightly when he had something on his mind. He wasn't the type of person to share his thoughts, though. He wanted to keep them to himself.

    I take a step forward and try my best to open the sliding door as quietly as possible, but I fail. He snaps his head. His eyes meet mine. A tear pressed in the corner of his eyes trying to break free. I want to turn around. Walk right back into the house and give him his space, but I don't. Instead, I walk closer to him. I ping in my heart, and my stomach turns. Joel has always had a temper. I'd hate for it to be set off by me trying to comfort him.

    "What are you doing up?" He asks, his voice soft and a bit strained.

    "You sound like my father." I laugh, "What are you doing out here?"

    Joel clears his throat. I watch him as he pushes back his emotions.

    "Today would've been Sarah's birthday." He says, his head hanging low.

    Joel moves his feet around in the water. I can see the walls he's breaking down for me. It's obvious he doesn't want to, but it's happening on its own. They're crumbling down, and he wants to fight it. Joel just doesn't have the energy to put up the fight.

    "She was beautiful." He says, "She was my purpose for so long. I never thought she'd go before I did. I would try my life for hers if I could." Joel says.

    A pain strikes in my chest at his words. His daughter, Sarah. My father told me about the day she died. He told me about the start of the outbreak, and how much it affected people. Especially Joel. I could never imagine Joel so broken, so seeing him like this is new. It's hard to watch. I just want to grab him and remind him how much he's loved. I want him to know that no matter what, someone is here for him. He always has someone to talk to, even if it's just me.

    "I'm so sorry, Joel." I say. My voice is barely above a whisper.

    "I've only ever talked about Sarah to one other person." He said. "Ellie was the first person to get me to open up. I miss her too."

    "Where is she?" I asked.

    "She's with my brother, Tommy. She finally made some friends, and decided she didn't want to leave this summer."

    I look down at the pool. I can't stand to see Joel cry. It hurt.

    "You never told me what you were going to say a month ago." He says, "I may be old, but I can still remember."

    I laugh a little.

    "I know, but I don't think now is the right time."

    Joel moves his hand and brings it to my chin. He moves my head to look at him. His eyes are stained red. He licks his lips as his gaze falls from my eyes to my lips.