It's the End of the World As We Know It

Everything was... new. Maybe not new in the grander scheme of things, but the circumstances were new. Little over six months ago, Alistair had a nice comfortable job at a hospital. Cutting people up for a living was thrilling! Who didn't want to be a surgeon and make the big bucks? But what was once an idyllic fairy tale quickly became a nightmare. Patients at the hospital that had been diagnosed with some rare form of virus began attacking people. The infection spread. A nightmare taken form and happening before everyone's eyes. No one knew who patient zero was. He definitely didn't. And after months on the run, living of whatever scraps he could find and keeping a low profile from those flesh eating abominations... someone found him and brought him to the Metrocenter. Survivors gathered there like moths to a flame. It's been what... one or two days since he had arrived? It was almost like watching the birth of a new civilization. No class disparities, no ego trips... almost like whatever happened six months ago pressed the damn reset button and tossed society into a binder.

"It's nice to not have to sleep in trees and take real baths now you know? It really is gem and I think we should do everything in our power to take care of it. the people here have been obscenely nice for me. They even helped me bury my friends."

Dean chuckled as he listened to the younger male's observations. "It's definitely a diamond in the rough kind of deal," he agreed, taking the offered bottle

"Ah, I don't think I'll need straight water, but try this," he offered.

He had a simple cup of water that had a packet of kool-aid flavoring mixed in. He was down to drink, but he wanted a decent chaser. He took a swig of the peach schnapps and chased it with his drink before offering both to the younger male.

"I was surviving in the woods with-" he paused and shook his head. "In the woods. I haven't had clean hair and food I didn't find in a log or in an abandoned building in forever." Will was more than content with all the amenities the mall was providing and would do his part to be able to stay there. Despite his guilt of having a nice life now he didn't want to go back to living in a tent in the woods.

"Uh not really. I mean it was really just a grab what you can grab kinda thing as I traveled here? Supplies are supplies and stuff with less sugar can be used for antiseptic if need be so have to drink the sugary stuff to conserve what we can use." he said with a little nod to the bottle, even if it wasn't his favorite it did it's job. It drowned out the guilt and let him have fun with everyone else. "It's nice to meet you Bill and I'd be happy to meet Buck when he's not sleeping." Will said with a laugh as he put down his bottle. "You want a hand with some of the pizzas? I don't mind helping out."

He was attracted to Tucker, that was somewhat apparent from the beginning with the way he fumbled through their conversation, but this almost felt more crude. He'd apologize, maybe tomorrow after he was able to clear his head a bit, for giving into such debase thoughts and desires and throwing himself at Tucker rather than continuing to get to know him-- because Michael did want to get to know him, but how was he supposed to concentrate when Tucker was kissing him like that; when he was looking at him like that?

Kissing his way back up the dip from Tucker's shoulder to the side of his neck, up to his jaw, to his chin, Michael groaned under his breath against him before finally pressing their lips together again; really kissing him as Tucker moved his hands aside to help unfasten his pants. "Jesus bud," Michael's words were low and heavy as he took a step back to appreciate the view as the last bits of Tucker's clothes fell out of the way. "Jesus," he repeated himself, his eyes widening as his gaze dropped to the weighty cock hanging between the younger's legs.

Without saying anything else, Michael shrugged off his coat and quickly peeled off his shirt; unbuckling his jeans and almost tripping himself as he tried to kick his shoes, his pants, and his underwear off all in one rushed shake of his legs like some over zealous teenager about to have their first time; stumbling back towards Tucker the whole time, eager to get his hands back on him; his lips.

"Tuck," he whispered the nickname he had decided to give the other as he finally got out of his own clothes; as he finally grabbed onto the boy's hip with his left hand to give himself an anchor point as he pulled himself closer; as he stole yet another kiss from those pretty, soft lips of his. "You're fucking gorgeous."

"Yeah," Wyatt answered back with a smile. "You do. You're not as big as I am but," he pursed his lips, even going as far as letting out a soft whistle as Will flexed a bit and lazily showed off his physique, "--you look really good dude." Still smiling, his grin so wide it took up most of his face, he kept his hand held up between them for a moment longer as the other complimented his ring. "Thanks dude, I worked really hard for it. Most people just think it's nice bling and don't understand how hard it is to earn. I might let you wear it sometime," he teased with a wink. "If you're lucky." It wasn't much but that offer alone was proof that, in his own way, Wyatt was already fond of him.

"Lead the way dude," clapping his hand on Will's shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze, he then finally let it fall back to rest at his side before moving away from the game. He could rack up another score later. "I don't really drink a lot of soda, gatorade has been my go-to for awhile, but we can just use coke since they have that here? Wait," another flicker of thought dawned in his eyes, "I have a few bottles of cherry juice left that I brought with me. If you want I can go grab one and just meet you at your bunk."

"I would love that. My bunk is the first store front after the stairs to the left. Just come on in." Will winked at Wyatt and headed off to his bunk, going to his bunk he tidied up, grabbing the bottles from his stash, an almost full bottle of lemon flavored vodka. Had to love a college town lots of booze if you looked for it.

Then unable to help himself he began to check himself out in the mirror, if he was going to entertain he wanted to look good, and Wyatt was handsome so why not? He took a comb to that thick dark hair he was so proud of, dabbing on cologne on his neck, unbuttoning the top of his shirt.

His heart was racing. It felt like it was about to beat right out of his chest as he looked down at Tucker. Another huff of breath escaped him, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, just before he was caught up in another stolen, warm kiss. This had started as nothing more than a distraction-- something to keep them from thinking about their pasts, and their present-- but as Michael's teeth lightly dug into Tucker's bottom lip, as his the fingers on his left hand dug into the soft skin of his stomach while his right hand tightened around the side of the other's neck, none of that mattered anymore. Distraction or not, all the man could think about now was how badly he wanted him; how badly he wanted Tucker. He hadn't wanted anybody like this since, well, since Sarah.

Squeezing his hand tight around Tucker's, he followed along behind him; his movements a bit unsteady as he tried to adjust to the discomfort of his erection caught in the tight fabric of his jeans. His mouth kept falling open, he kept trying to say something-- anything, really-- as he was led into the private space of where Tucker was currently residing but nothing came out. What was he supposed to say anyway? He'd already admitted how he wanted the younger man. Anything now just felt gratuitous; like overkill.

"Wow," he was impressed with the set up Tucker had, especially with the bed and pillow that looked hand made, but that was not what his exclamation was for. That was for Tucker.

Instantly moving towards him, stumbling over his own feet, the man's hands were quick to find their way back to Tucker's waist; pulling him close again as he bent down to kiss and bite against the side of Tucker's neck; following the curve line of it down to his now bared shoulder. "I'm sure. I really want this," he grumbled under his breath before biting, softly, into Tucker's shoulder as his hands began to fumble with the clasp of the younger's pants. "More than I know how to handle..."

There was definitely no point in worrying about the game now, especially after Will asked him about a ring. "I thought you played. You have that look about you bro," throwing the rifle back into it's holder, he turned his attention fully on Will; holding out his right hand, palm facing himself, to flash the unnecessarily large high school championship ring he wore on his right ring finger; a hint to the way he acted as if he were still in high school; to the way he clung onto his glory days, the only time he was ever actually happy, rather than maturing and growing up to face reality. "You bet your sweet ass they did! I've worn it every day since I earned it, this baby is basically my good luck charm." It worked well enough at getting him into bed with the local moms anyway.

"The--" he paused, his brows furrowing as Will's comment brought out a flicker of light in the man's eyes. "The Mayor of the Mall has a killer ring to it dude." It was only a flicker. "I'll have to talk to someone about that but, no, I don't have any kind of title or anything like that here. They didn't want to put that much pressure on me, even though I could easily lead. They, uh," he almost faltered but, thankfully, it was more of a hiccup; after one breath he was right back to keeping his head shoved up his own ass. "--are letting me relax since I've already done so much. I'm always down to drink though." Especially if it was someone else's treat. "Where's your stash at?"

He wasn't used to acting on these thoughts and impulses, these desires, so maybe that was why he seemed to be rushing things along but despite the hurry he seemed to be in his attraction to Tucker, his intoxication, was a bit uncoordinated but completely genuine. Humming against him, his teeth gently dragging over the pulse point in the other's neck, Michael's fingers began to trace higher up Tucker's stomach; pushing his shirt up more as if they weren't still in an incredibly public place.

"That would be a good idea buddy," he mumbled, his words somewhat lost in the heaviness of his breath as he reluctantly took a step back so Tucker could have some space again; so he could lead the way if he wanted too. "Sooner would probably be better than later too," he huffed out, the front of his jeans making it pretty apparent where Michael's mind was now. "Not sure everyone else would appreciate if we stayed here."

Simply nodding along at the compliment, Wyatt turned back to face the game as Will stepped up and got into position; grabbing the second rifle and holding it with the confidence of someone that not only knew how to play the game but didn't feel the need to gloat about it; a stark contrast to Wyatt.

He was playing with ease, hitting every mark and easily racking up his score, only to falter, missing an easy shot, when Will broke the silence and asked him a follow up question.

"Am I a local hero or something? You don't know who I am?" Wyatt responded, dropping his rifle a bit to the point that he was no longer playing as he turned to face the younger man again.

"You are in for a treat bro. I am Mistwoods one and only Might Mercer-- the Wyatt Mercer. I'm like Mistwood's jesus," no, he wasn't. "I didn't just win us the state title, I took us all the way and won the national championship in football," in 1979. Now he was just a washed up has-been. "I'm practically royalty around here." Again, no he wasn't; his arrogance just went to show how out of touch with reality he really was.

But at least he still had his looks.

For the most part.

He wasn't entirely sure if it was Tucker himself or just the sensation of kissing someone, of holding someone, but with each passing second Michael found himself being pulled deeper into the kiss; growing more and more intoxicated by the other's lips against his own. In fact, as Tucker broke away from him to speak-- and maybe even catch his breath-- Michael's right hand abandoned the younger's waist to reach up and grip at the side of his neck; to silently pull him closer and say come back without having to waste his breath on the words themselves; his lips quickly finding their way back to Tucker's.

Groaning against him, the arm around the other's waist shifted again as Michael's finger's begin to push against the hem of his shirt; testing the waters, dipping underneath the fabric to drag his calloused finger tips against the skin of his lower back; his facial hair scratching against the youngers soft face as he stubbornly moved against him; his tongue pushing between his lips the moment they parted and invited him in.

"Really cute." He whispered, his voice a bit rougher and more hoarse now as he finally slowed down enough to actually respond; to look at Tucker again. "You, yeah. You are too. Should we, uh, should we go somewhere else? Somewhere more private?" His resolve only lasted for a few more seconds before Michael was leaning in again; this time his lips finding their way to the side of Tucker's neck and jaw as he repeated himself. "Really cute..."

Cupping his right hand underneath the rifle, he stroked it back and forth as if he were giving himself a hand job before faking an orgasm; his hips shuddering as he shook the weapon as if it were his own. "Hell yeah!"

Wyatt had been called plenty of things in his life. A legend; an idiot; a hometown hero; a washed up drunk; a heartthrob; the mom's favorite-- the point is, Wyatt had been called plenty of things in his life.

Mature was never one of them.

"Smart call little dude," he laughed, adjusting his grip around the game's controller before turning to face the younger man approaching him. "You wouldn't be able to handle me if you tried to take me on." Wyatt joked. "I'm Mercer-- or Wyatt-- but you probably already knew that." He put on his best smile and gave the other a quick wink; clearly forgetting that not everyone here was a local, and ignoring the fact that Will was probably too young to really know who he was. His mom probably knew him though if they were from the area.

"Jump on in bro." He added on with a nod to the other rifle holstered for a second player, "Try and keep up."

"Sorry, I'm not uncertain," He admitted with a soft breath, his lips settling into an easy smile as Tucker reached up to wrap his arms around his shoulder's; fingers sliding through his hair, pulling him ever so slightly closer, as the younger leaned up into him. "Just wasn't expectin' that is all, I--" Michael whispered as his own hands found their way to Tucker's waist; anchoring him to the younger man as he ducked down and met the other's lean with his own.

"I want," the words were hushed, lost behind their lips as he slowly pressed into the kiss. "I want..." closing his eyes, he melted into the embrace. He started slow; patient; reserved; but that only lasted for a moment, or two, before Michael's hands were moving to wrap his arms around the younger's waist, hooking into the small of his back, as he pulled him more flush against himself and gave into the growing heat between them; groaning under his breath as he stubbornly latched onto Tucker's lips.

Tucker kissed back, leaning into Michael the way the other held him made him just a bit giddy, it was warm and intimate and it made him feel a kind of acceptance he hadn't known he wanted. He laughed softly as he pulled back for a moment to breathe. "Well. Now I do believe you think I'm cute." he said with a little smirk before he went back in to kiss the other, he had never been able to go to bars and be picked up or pick them up. So this was foreign but nice.