Two men alone in the apocalypse, Joel Miller and Steven Richards find each other. As their relationship grows stronger they must fight their way to safety in order to finally find peace with one another in their world of horrors.
Steven stared at the sight before him and considered whether he was more sleep-deprived than he'd initially thought. This was completely out of nowhere.
After a long day, coming to lay down. He expected Joel to be asleep, not for him to be handcuffed to the headboard and sprawled out on their bed. "Hey," Joel said, a way too smug smile on his face considering the situation. "Would you like to join me?"
Steven kept staring. How long had he been waiting like this? Where's he get the damn cuffs? Joel's smile faltered as he sat up straight on the bed. "We don't have to do anything; I only wanted to surprise you."
"You surprised me, all right." Steven felt the corner of his mouth pulling up in a smile. "Please tell me those aren't the handcuffs I found on that corpse." Joel laughed and immediately relaxed back against the bed. "What can I say?" He winked. "I do enjoy knowing how tough you are."
Steven huffed a laugh even as he started shucking off his weapons and dirtied clothing.
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"Hmm," Joel commented, licking his lips. "Such a dangerous man here in my bedroom. What will you do to me?" "Depends," Steven said. "Are you gonna be a dick?" Joel' eyes darkened with lust—Steven had set the tone for the evening, and Joel looked to be on board. "Only if you want me to be..." Joel mumbled.
Steven liked this answer. And he begun to disrobe fully. "You're such a tease," Joel complained. He was straining against his handcuffs while Steven stripped slowly, lost in his thoughts. "I'm starting to regret chaining myself to the bed."
Steven rolled his eyes but still crawled into bed to straddle Joel nonetheless, hips hovering over his husbands abdomen. "I like this view," Joel teased, staring up at Steven with a cocky smile.
After all this time, Joel no longer bothered to hide the pure adoration in his eyes and Steven no longer pretended that it didn't make him want to kiss Joel every time he saw him.
And that was what he did now, leaning down to claim warm lips in a steady kiss, not missing the way Joel eagerly tilted his head up to meet him halfway. Steven's fingers brushed through the silky soft strands of Joel's hair.
Steven was already half-hard by the time he pulled away from the kiss. Joel leaned forward to chase after his lips, only to be stopped by his restraints. "Not fair," Joel huffed, glaring at the handcuffs fastened over his head. "You really didn't think this through, did you?" Steven asked. "I didn't know you'd tease me like this!" Joel said. "Hmm," Steven said, then thrusting his hips forward so he'd slide against Joel's chest to get some friction. "I kind of sucks doesn't it?"
"Shit," Joel cursed, tugging on the handcuffs as he watched Steven's erection slide against his chest. "I forget what a demon you can be." Steven hummed and kept leisurely grinding against Joel' chest, easily working himself to his hardest state. "Fuck me." Joel mumbled, usually Joel was on top. So this was unexpected. Yet he still would give Joel what he wanted. All those times Joel teased him. It's payback time.
