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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Survival_of_the_Dead_(2009)
  Relationship:
      Crockett/Boy_(Survival_of_the_Dead)
  Character:
      Sergeant_Crockett, Boy_(Survival_of_the_Dead)
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Riding, Car_Sex, Dirty_Talk, Pushy_Bottoms,
      Rough_Sex, Plot!_Plot!_What_is_Plot?!, Apocalypse, One_Shot, Internalized
      Homophobia
  Series:
      Part 14 of A_Quick_One
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-09 Words: 982
****** Honk If You Love The Apocalypse ******
by A_M_Kelley
Summary
     The whole world's pretty much gone to hell, what with the zombies and
     all, and the only woman around is a lesbian. You can't really be
     picky in an apocalypse, especially when a very eager teenage boy is
     practically throwing himself at you.
Notes
     The title is lame, get over it!
     Takes place during the part where they're on the ferry going to Plum
     Island. I saw the abandoned cars in this scene and I got a very
     filthy idea. I blame Titanic.
"I ain't a homo, kid."
Those were Crockett's exact words when the dark haired boy had initially
asserted his interest in him, brushing off the boy's hand that had so casually
ran up one of his biceps. He knew the boy was playing coy, pretending to feel
his muscles when, in fact, he wanted his dick. It's not that Crockett wasn't
flattered, he just didn't do that with teenage boys. But even as Crockett threw
the brash comment it didn't seem to sway the boy's determination.
"Have you got many options?" The boy asked as he began to walk backwards
towards one of the abandoned cars on the ferry, as if saying this was it.
Crockett had to make a choice now.
Fuck it, he thought.
The boy had picked a truck and by the time Crockett was seated comfortably in
the driver's seat, the boy was already half naked and clambering on top of him.
Deft fingers went to work on Crockett's fly and just as the boy was about to
pull out the thing he was after, the sergeant stopped him with a tight grip
around his wrist.
"What's the rush? We're not even fully undressed," Crockett said flustered. He
didn't know why he seemed so concerned about the situation, he was so used to
taking whatever he wanted. No questions asked.
"Does it look like I want sweet and slow?" The boy posed rhetorically, huffing
indignantly. "If you don't want to fuck me..."
"I do," Crockett said, catching the boy by his chin with his free hand. "It's
just..."
"What?"
"How old are you, kid?"
"Old enough," scoffed the boy, getting more and more irritated by the second,
wanting to just get on with what they were about to do.
"Kid," Crockett warned firmly, tightening his grip around the boy's slim wrist.
"Seventeen, okay? So what?" He complained. His dark eyes lit up with arousal
and frustration, squirming around on Crockett's lap. "The whole world's gone to
shit. There are no more laws."
"What if I hurt you?" Crockett inquired, not really concerned about the boy's
well-being but more or less trying to stall.
"Jesus Christ, if you're going to be a pussy about this I'll just find someone
else."
The boy went to climb off of him but Crockett held him firmly in place,
stilling the boy's hips and making him raise up on his knees. Crockett pulled
his cock out of his pants, finishing what the boy had started, and spit in his
hand. It wasn't much, in fact it was far from being enough, but Crockett still
had a conscience. Even if it wad practically non-existent.
Crockett slowly stroked himself, lubricating his cock the best he could with
just his spit. The boy had taken off his jacket and braced his hands on the
older man's shoulders as Crockett lined his cock up at the boy's entrance. The
boy sat there for a moment, waiting, and when Crockett took too long he huffed
and rolled his eyes.
"For fuck's sake."
The boy lowered his hips and sat himself fully onto Crockett's lap, taking his
cock in one long and agonizing stroke. It felt like he was punched in the gut
and the air was stolen from his lungs, groaning with the strain his body was
feeling. He felt like his body was on fire but the boy wanted nothing more than
to just burn in the sensation.
"Christ, kid!" Crockett gasped when his cock was enveloped in tight heat.
Crockett grabbed onto tan hips and let his hands move up under the kid's shirt,
catching a glimpse of an insignia of an obscure band he's never heard before.
His skin was burning and so smooth beneath his fingertips. The boy began to
rock his hips, lifting up and off before going right back down. The young man
became relentless once he set up his own fast pace.
"Fuck, your cock's so big," the boy whined as he rode Crockett like a
mechanical bull, making the truck rock. "...hurts so bad."
Crockett knew that a part of him should slow the boy down before he tore
something but the thought of splitting this kid open only spurred him on. The
boy didn't seem to mind one bit. His eyes were darker, as if his pupils were
blown wide and his full lips were drenched in choked off sounds and half-
hearted moans.
"I haven't been fucked in so long. I feel like a goddamn virgin again."
The boy's thighs were shaking and his fingernails dug into Crockett's
shoulders, making the older man wince slightly. The boy was so tight and his
words pushed his body closer to the threshold, but it wasn't enough. The boy
was going as fast as he could, bouncing in his lap and grinding his cock
against the rough fabric of Crockett's army jacket on each thrust up. But
Crockett needed more. Needed to be in control.
"Are you gonna fuck me or do I have to do all the work?" The boy asked
breathlessly, thighs cramping.
Without further permission, Crockett grabbed the boy by the hips and pushed him
up against the steering wheel, allowing him to thrust upward into him more
freely. Angled just right, Crockett's cock jabbed into the boy's prostate on
every thrust.
"Fuck me harder. I want you coming so hard inside me," the boy whined,
frustrated and on the verge of tears.
The small of the boy's back struck hard against the center of the wheel,
causing the horn to go off. They would have been more concerned if it weren't
for their impending orgasms. Each thrust was stapled by a honk.
One thrust. Honk! Two thrusts. Honk! Honk! And a final thrust. Honk! They
didn't seem to notice that the last honk continued for well over ten seconds.
But they didn't care.
The world wasn't listening anyway.
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