A totally normal request blog

“You sure this is a good idea?” Jack asked, crossing his arms. He stood in the large field under the darkening sky. 

Jordan was fiddling with some electronics nearby. “Of course it’s a good idea! Celebrations are in order!” He pointed to a small red cooler nearby. “Hand me a drink would ya darlin’?” 

Eyeing Jordan with mild concern, Jack pulled open the lid and grabbed a bottle of unnamed liquor. The lid fell closed and he handed the bottle to Jordan. The Texan closed a few panels and sat back, taking the bottle from Jack’s hands, deciding to relax for a moment. He popped off the cap and took a small sip, letting out a deep sigh. “Where the others?” Jordan asked. “It’s the special day!” 

Jack pulled out his phone and quickly glanced at the time. 7:47. “They should be here soon,” he muttered. 

Humming, Jordan threw an arm around Jack’s shoulders. “In that case, we have some alone time until they’re here.”

The alone time was mostly spent quietly joking around with one another and flicking their bottle caps at each other, seeing who could hit who more than the other. Eight finally rolled around and the rest of the grip finally made it. Meghan and Craig both held baskets filled with food and s’more supplies. 

They had a crappy albeit safe fire built in the clearing and had a fun time bullying Jordan for his inability to keep his unburned. 

It soon became dark enough and everyone gathered around a safe distance away from Jordan’s contraption that he threw together last minute. 

He counted down and pressed a button. The machine whirred and a bright streak shot out into the air before exploding into a ball of colors. Craig and Jordan took the initiative to hype everyone up for the fourth of July. Collinn let put an exasperated sigh but smiled nonetheless, opting to have a pleasant conversation with Miles and Erik. Meghan and Eliza proceeded to have a discussion discussing the ethics of celebrating the independence of America in the country they gained independence from. 

Jordan quickly found his way back to Jack, grinning widely, obviously very proud of himself 

“You like the show? Made ‘em myself.”

“You made the fireworks?” Jack repeated Jordan, stunned. 

“Yeah, they’re kinda illegal. But don’t worry, I had help,” Jordan turned to face Jack, giving him a cheeky wink. 

“Who was your help?” Jack felt obligated to ask. 

“James. Everything went fine, don’t worry.”

Jack sputtered. “James. Porter James?”

“Who else?” 

Sighing, Jack pinched the bridge of his nose. “Surprised the two of you didn’t explode the entire lab.”

It was a live show and Marius scrolled to see the description, sharply inhaling at a plump, pale ass that he saw for a split second before the man covered up again with a deep chuckle. Below the title was a very short description; “Kompot - Amateur - 10 dollars for a piece of clothing.” An email was provided below.

Sitting down on his bed, he scrolled back up, he could see Kompot palming an erection through dark, Adidas track pants. He paused for a bit, removing his hands from his crotch to stand, forming a heart with his index and forefingers, removing his hoodie afterward. He sat back down and leaned back on the floor, showing off a plain gray shirt and a black and white motorcycle helmet that Marius could have sworn he’s seen before. Written on the dark goggles in a neon pink window marker was the same thing that was in the description. Curious, Marius opened the link in a new tab and kept an eye on the show. A small poll page with a few blocked out options along with a payment button. On the first few lines were clothing options. The hoodie was already checked off, and all that remained was shirt, pants, and underwear.

In the second column, was a checklist of potential items Kompot had at his disposal. The list was only a few items long and pretty basic, but still good nonetheless. Marius just got paid yesterday, and it's not like a sudden freak hurricane would tear through town, killing everyone and flooding everything, so Marius cracked open his wallet and metaphorically threw money at the man, checking every remaining article of clothing and the first item on the list of toys; a simple dildo. Switching back to the cam site, the German could see Kompot pause his movements, reeling, breathing out a quiet curse. Marius alms missed it, but it was clear, even being muffled through the helmet. ‘блядь.’ Kompot chuckled and ran his hands down his shirt while swaying his hips.“You sure you don't have anything better to spend to spend your money on, comrade?” Kompot asked.

Marius could hear his voice clearer, even through the bad quality of their microphone and the helmet eating up most noise, the accent was clear. Russian. In one both swift and sexy movement, Kompot pulled the shirt over his head, smoothly recovering when the helmet caused minor difficulties and Marius gasped out loud. Everything about him was perfect, from the wide and defined shoulders, down to the perfectly chiseled abs and adonis belt, noticing a large web of scars running across his pale skin. Marius didn’t know if his heart dropped from realization or arousal when he realized who Kompot really was. Shuhrat.

Letting out a slow sigh, Marius leaned against the wall, watching as his friend pulled out a dark blue dildo seemingly out of nowhere along with a bottle of lube. The Uzbeck flipped open the cap to squeeze some out onto the rubber dick, coating it in the slick fluid. Turning around, Shuhrat poured some more lube onto his fingers before setting the tube down somewhere. Using his clean hand, Shuhrat grabbed his left cheek, kneading the flesh before spreading himself, sighing deeply. Marius shuddered as Shuhrat slowly pushed in the blunt head of the dildo into his ass, even swaying his hips a little. Watching as he slowly pushed the toy in more and more until he bottomed out with a deep sigh. Straightening up, he turned around to face the camera. He ran his hand down his chest, breathing heavily. Slowly taking a hold of the base of his cock, he started stroking himself slowly, bucking into his own hand. His movements started being rougher, shakier.

Marius could hear the satisfied groan that came through the speakers of his laptop. Unable to ignore the growing pressure in his groin, Marius shifted his laptop up to his chest and unbuttoned his jeans, humming as some of the pressure had been relieved. Slowly pushing his laptop off his chest, Marius kept his eyes locked on the screen, watching and even jerking himself off in sync with Shuhrat.

As a little time passed, Shuhrat turned, showing his left side to the camera. Keeping his left hand around his cock, Shuhrat reached around to take a hold of the dildo with his other hand, shakily pulling it out a couple inches. Swaying his hips once more, Shuhrat held the dildo in place and started pushing back, fucking himself on the dildo and thrusting into his hand. His movements were rough and desperate. Marius could see him struggle to keep himself upright, staggering, visibly shaking and gasping loudly. And with a few more thrusts, Shuhrat came with a loud moan as Marius threw his head back, nearly slamming into the wall, shuddering. Breathing heavily, Shuhrat turned to the camera, held up a peace sign, and stopped the show. Closing the tab, Marius shut his laptop. “Scheiße.” He came over the back of his laptop.

The outbreak wasn’t a force to be reckoned with, with hundreds and hundreds of infected roaming the streets, it was hard to get anywhere, but Shuhrat hadn’t signed up for whatever the hell this was. Using the only remaining three reinforcements, locking himself and Marius inside a small utility closet. The two had been separated from Gustave - or the other way around, but they were trapped with limited ammunition, and certain death the second any infected find out where they are. Didn’t help that there was a Smasher outside. Heavy footsteps that shook the Earth every time the damn thing took a step was unnerving.

Marius was clutching his side, breathing heavily and squirming every few seconds, looking up at the ceiling of the closet with hollow eyes. The sharp smell of blood filled the air. Shuhrat had already called in for backup but by the time they would arrive, it would be too late. They were on borrowed time; Marius especially.

The German suppressed a cough and tapped Shuhrat’s knee, looking the other in the eye. “Don’t lie to me, I’m not going to make it am I?” He asked.

Closing his eyes, Shuhrat sighed, holding onto the engineer’s hand. “I want to say that you will, but… I don’t think so.”

Nodding slowly, Marius blindly reached for his pistol, handing it to Shuhrat when he finally took a hold of it. “Do me a favor then,” he started when Shuhrat took it from Marius. “End me. Kill he here before those monsters kill us both.”

Reeling, the Uzbek shook his head, telling Marius that he was insane.

Marius reached up, grabbing onto one of the buckles on Shuhrat’s vest, pulling the other down to look him in the eyes. “I’d rather die by your hand than those things out there, so put a bullet in my skull before I do it myself,” Marius hissed. “I can feel it. I’m losing it.”

Deep down, Shuhrat knew they were both dead. They wouldn’t be able to do much, surrounded by infected while hiding in a small closet, just waiting for death to come knocking. So Shuhrat turned off the safety on Marius’ pistol and pressed the barrel against his head. “Are you sure?” Shuhrat asked, fighting back tears. It wasn’t like Marius would be able to see through his mask.

Nodding, Marius pulled up his vest to reveal the spreading infection on his side, gently squeezing the Uzbek’s hand.

Shuhrat closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed throughout the closet, instantly attracting the attention of nearby infected. Spiked limbs started piercing through the barricade, screaming loudly. He turned the pistol on himself and pulled the trigger once more.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Eliza asked, opening the door to peek inside the room. Empty.

“It’ll be funny! What harm could it possibly cause?” Jordan asked, grinning. He clicked the stapler together twice while Eliza rolled her eyes, smiling.

“Coast is clear,” she called out, She adjusted the small toaster in her arms and opened the door for the two to slip inside the defender’s room, unnoticed. Jordan quietly chuckled as he made a beeline for the dark duffle bag sitting on Miles’ bed and unzipped it, pushing around the armor.

“You might want to hurry,” Eliza warned, taking out Jack’s cardiac sensor from the Adidas bag that was gifted to him by the Russians. She shoved it into the plastic grocery bag they brought along and put the small toaster inside, zipping the bag up again. “You find it?” She asked, looking back at Jordan.

“Eureka got it!” Jordan chuckled, holding up Miles’ nail gun. He tossed it to Eliza and buried the stapler in the bag underneath the armor and zipped it up.

Eliza caught the airborne nail gun and tossed it into the plastic bag before hauling ass with Jordan back out into their room to hide the goodies.

“How much you wanna bet that we’re going to get our asses kicked?” Jordan asked, watching as Eliza stashed the things inside the sock drawer.

“A nice steak dinner for everyone,” she offered, grinning.

“FBI only.”

“Deal.”

After the weekly training exercise, Milkes and Jack cornered Eliza and Jordan in the lounge with disappointed and disapproving looks on their faces. “A toaster? Really?” Jack asked, crossing his arms.

Jordan snickered. “We couldn’t find an actual microwave scanner,” He shrugged as Jack took a deep breath.

“You two are lucky Julien found it hilarious,” Miles said in a warning tone.

Eliza gave the two a shit-eating grin. “Looks like you need to check your gear more.”

The two frowned and Jordan slung an arm over the female’s shoulder. “Liza, looks like you need to buy us all some steak.”