ARMBAND - THE LAST OF US

In Boston, Joel Miller is a mean faced smuggler who's trying to keep a low profile in the Quarantine Zone he inhabits. A zombie fungus having brought the world to its knees. But, when he owes someone some stuff he doesn't have he leans on an old friend for help. That friend introduces him to Rain. A melancholic and scrappy brown haired boy that has a flirtatious attitude that spells trouble, trouble that Joel finds himself hopelessly entranced by.

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The man turned around and looked at the boy who was looking right back at him curiously.
"Was he... you're uh... partner?" Joel mumbled, uncertain of what was standard procedure for such a thing. Rain threw his bed back together, it had clearly been very well utilized. Joel noticed a bottle of lube on the nightstand the second before Rain put it away in a drawer. He didn't mention it.
"Huh? No, that's just Javi. We just mess around every once in a while, nothing official." Rain explained while he grabbed a shirt off the ground he'd ripped off in a hurry the night prior.
Joel couldn't hold his tongue, "Do you usually mess around with guys old enough to be your father?"
"Yeah, I do."