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“No, no, no, not this,” You grunted, frantically looking around to strategize any possible escape routes. The only plausible exit was your pimped motorcycle, which happened to be placed inconveniently far away. At least twenty-five yards from the shootout area. You looked at the gun in your hand, mentally calculating how far you would be able to sprint if you shot blindly at the gang of Dracs behind you. Your breathing was becoming erratic, which in turn made you dizzy. This was the end, BLI would finally get you—whether it was dead or alive.
You’d rather be dead than get tortured and made into a mind slave, you thought. So you shakily got up from behind the rock, counted to three, and sprinted toward your motorcycle. You shot blindly over your shoulder like you had planned, you didn’t care about hitting any of them. You needed to fall back and get the fuck out.
Somehow, as if Destroya had blessed your soul, you made it to your bike. You hopped on it as quickly as you could, speeding off and grasping the steering bars as if your life depended on them—and it did.
You had a moment of victory, mentally cheering at the thought of escaping such a powerful force. You looked back, smiling beneath your mask. The Dracs hadn’t stopped shooting, but you felt invincible, adrenaline flowed through your veins as you sped off in your obnoxiously loud bike, going as fast as the engine let you.
Bliss was all you felt, turning your head back to the empty desert in front of you and peering into the distance. You thought of where you would go and to whom you would tell this story—the story of escaping your doom.
Suddenly, as if being slapped in the face by fate, you heard a loud pop, a bang even. You jumped and looked around frantically, trying to find the source of the noise. You were still heading into the desert at full speed, but you had no control left of your steering. You gasped, barely having enough time to notice a laser had shot into your front tire perfectly, perforating it at such a precise angle that your tire had completely popped, before your bike made a strange curve, hitting something and flinging you off. You held your arms out instinctively, landing on them first, yet the force at which you were hitting the ground was too great for you to save yourself. Your head hit the sand hard, somehow the sand felt like solid rocks again. It nearly knocked you out on impact.
Things were blurry from here, you rolled across the ground a few times before both you and your bike came to a stop. Nothing seemed real anymore, you were in such a deep state of concussion that everything spun. You moaned out in pain as you peered into the distance, not having the strength to get up.
You had no idea whether you were hallucinating or not, but you could faintly make out a car speeding at you through the infrared waves. It was closer than you thought it was, sliding to a stop before you could even comprehend what was happening. You lay limp in the sand as four figures stepped out of the car. Suddenly you failed to think anything, and your vision went black.
“How do you know it’s broken?” A faint voice said. You couldn’t tell if it was close or far away, and it sounded a little distorted.
“You can see right there. This one is all crooked and this one’s straight.” A second, higher-pitched voice said. You could tell that this one was closer, but it was still too morphed for you to make out where they were standing.
“Oh, yeah, I see.” The first voice replied, slowly sounding more normal. “So, what are we doing with them?”
“Let them rest… kick them out after they’re healed--unless Party Poison decides not to be a dick.”
You felt tired and confused, and slowly you were starting to regain more of your senses. One of them being your nerves, and with that the aching pain in your right shoulder. You wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
You listened to the chatter, slowly getting a feel for where these people were standing, and they were close. You decided to take a shot at opening your eyes, which you hadn’t even thought of doing since the thought of them being closed hadn’t crossed your mind just yet.
You opened them a little at first, barely enough to see through your lashes and into the well-lit room you were in. You closed them again, then opened them fully, blinking a few times before staring up at the ceiling. You were in so much pain.
“Hey, Jet? I think they’re awake.” You heard from beside you.
“Oh, that’s quick,” A surprised voice said.
A head popped up in front of you, leaning over you while you lay down. You looked up at this man blankly, taking in his messy curls and eyepatch. His expression was neutral with a hint of concern, but the concern faded once you focused your eyes on him.
Your eyes kept fixated on him as he moved to the side, your neck turning almost automatically. It hurt, however, so you flinched and yelped instinctively while moving it back to a neutral position against the pillow under you.
This time, the second person popped up above you, his expression unreadable behind his tinted sunglasses. He looked at the other man questioningly, moving away quietly.
“Can you say something?” The man with the eyepatch said, his face out of your field of vision.
“Yeah, this fuckin’ hurts,” You croaked, slowly turning your neck to take a second try at looking to the side. The men were both about the same height, one more broad than the other. Both still had neutral expressions, though a little curious as they stared down at you. You could feel that your arm was rested up against your chest, and it felt like a sling was tied around it.
A little while of silence passed before you dared to sit up, your body aching as you pushed it past its limit. You groaned and slung your stiff legs over the bed’s edge, sitting quietly as you looked around the room. The floor was tiled, and the walls had some pastel pink paint on them, though it was chipping off and didn’t look aesthetically pleasing In the slightest.
You were still a bit groggy, so it took you longer than normal to notice that your clothes were missing. You’d been left in a dirty white tank top and your boxers. The two men were still staring at you while you tried to figure out where your clothes were.
“Um,” You looked down at your bare thighs, then up at the man with the eyepatch, standing slightly to the left. “My clothes?”
“Right,” He nodded, turning around and walking across the room, where your clothes were neatly laid out on a shabby table. He picked up your pants and your shirt first, walking over to the bed and laying them next to you. You had noticed your boots on the floor near you already, so you didn’t feel the need to ask.
You stared at the floor silently, thinking as hard as you could to try and recall what had happened. Your clothes seemed like less of a priority now, the desert never really offered a lot of privacy.
“What the fuck happened?” You asked suddenly, looking back up and flicking your eyes between the two men. They looked at each other for a second.
“We didn’t see the whole thing go down,” The blonde started. “But we witnessed part of the accident.”
“Yeah, something went wrong with your steering or something, it flung you off your bike hard enough for you to break your collarbone.” The other continued, looking concerned as he thought back. “We happened to be driving there, we got to you right after you passed out. For a second we thought you had ghosted.”
You looked up at him in disbelief, only remembering a couple of moments of this “accident”. You thought hard again, some extra memories popping up, but it was nothing that you could piece together into a story.
“Wait,” You scrunched your eyebrows, thinking of the worst possible outcome. Was your bike still out there?
“My—my bike, please tell me you have it,”
The blonde took off his sunglasses nervously, hanging them off the hem of his collar. He sighed, knowing how important vehicles were in the zones. He for one couldn’t imagine losing his beloved bike.
“We don’t have it.” He said in a monotone voice.
“Oh, fuck, no—no, no, no,” You blurted out in a panic, slicking back your hair as you let your head drop. There was no way you could survive without that bike. “Not this.”
“I’ll go look for it with you, please, I need my bike.”
“What you need is rest. You’re not going out there.” The one with the curly hair sternly said, waving his hand at you dismissively.
“Okay,” The other took a step back. “I’m going to go look for that bike with Party and Ghoul. You stay here and make sure they don’t do anything to hurt themselves even more.”
And with that, he was out the door. You heard about a minute of talking before hearing a door shut, meaning they had left. You and the last man left sat in silence for a little while, you just needed a moment to calm down.
“Do you need help with your clothes?” He asked once your panicked breathing had slowed down. You thought of declining his offer, but you realized soon that having your dominant arm in a sling wasn’t going to make anything any easier, so you nodded, tiredly getting up.
“I uh, didn’t catch your name,” You said carefully, watching as the broader man grabbed your pants, turning them right side out.
“Jet Star.” He murmured, crouching down. He glanced up with a smile once you told your name too, nodding to himself as he helped you step into your jeans.
“Cool name, I wouldn’t have thought of that one.” He chuckled, carefully pulling your pants over your thighs and butt like it was nothing.
“So you’re—you’re what? The nurse?” You asked half-jokingly.
Jet laughed, shrugging. “I guess so. I’m usually the one to stitch up wounds ‘n stuff.”
Your vision was only now clearing up, and so was your mind. You could think a little clearer now that you were up on your feet. This caused you to notice that the man tending to you was actually very attractive. His broader frame and slightly taller stature complimented his soft facial features. You were lost in thought when he mindlessly zipped up the crotch of your pants and hooked the button in its hole. His hands were lightly touching your bulge on top of that, so you had to keep your mind from taking you somewhere that would possibly get you in an embarrassing situation.
You decided a shirt wasn’t necessary, you had no idea how to get your arm through it anyways.
He was standing up now, making sure your pants were on right before lightly dusting himself off.
“Want some food?”
Your stomach growled at the word. You hadn’t even acknowledged your hunger.
“Yeah, that’d be nice.”
Jet Star took you to the front room, which looked to be a drastically run-down 50s diner. There was dust and sand all over the floor, and most of the leather on the seats had cracked up, but it still looked elegant. You hadn’t seen such a well-preserved building in a while. Not that there were a lot of buildings, to begin with.
You sat on a stool at the bar, leaning on it as you watched Jet grab a can of power pup. He cracked open the top and stuck in a dirty fork, sliding it over to you. You smiled sweetly in his direction, to which he chuckled.
The can was empty before you knew it. You hadn’t eaten in at least two days, but you were too fuzzy in the head to remember much. Jet cleaned everything up as if he got paid for it, but you knew he was just a genuinely nice person.
“Hungry, huh?” He asked, referring to the short amount of time in which you managed to finish a whole can of dog food. You nodded silently, smiling again.
You couldn’t help but stare at him while he did the simplest tasks. He seemed so weirdly put together and loose at the same time. You could see the stubble on his jaw from where you were sitting. He had an undeniable charm to him, one that you were certainly attracted to, and it didn’t help that he kept shooting you little glances that you somehow knew were supposed to be more than friendly, he was flirting.
These glances nearly made you melt into your seat. Who let this man be so cute?
You felt something inside you heat up, and you begrudgingly let it. Your head was fuzzy now but in a good way, he was too sweet for you not to like him. Slowly you began inspecting his figure more, and he turned his back to you conveniently while he mindlessly sorted some stuff on the counter behind him. Of course, you stared at his ass, what else would you do in a situation like this?
“Hey, um,” He turned around again, seemingly done with what he had been doing. Your eyes shot away nervously as he talked to you. You could tell in his voice that he knew you were embarrassed, hell, he’d probably noticed your blushed cheeks at this point. “How about I get you back in bed?”
Oh right, his nurse role was still there.
“I’m not really tired.” You replied, shy now. You still didn’t dare to look at him, simply looking at your hands on the counter in front of you.
All of a sudden, when the room went quiet for a few seconds, you thought back to earlier—to Jet dressing you up in your jeans and accidentally grazing his hands over your dick. You weren’t able to repress those gross thoughts anymore, and your mind started to wander pretty quickly.
Oh shit, you thought, catching yourself staring at this man’s hands like a creep. You weren’t around people usually, so you didn’t really have a standard. It had been too many days since you talked to someone, and even more days since you’d fucked anyone. Why did Jet Star have to be so fucking perfect?
“Hey, you can look, I don’t mind a little attention.” He grinned, pulling you out of your distracted state. You looked up at his eye as you started to turn red, you could feel your cheeks burning up at the sheer embarrassment.
Jet rolled his eyes playfully, taking a step toward the bar and leaning on it with both his hands, looking down at you as you sat on your stool. You looked up at him shyly, taking in how his hair fell in front of his face and cast a slight shadow onto it.
“You’re so shy all of a sudden. Am I that intimidating?” He giggled lightly, adjusting his eyepatch. You didn’t react verbally, simply shrugging as you looked back down at his hands. He flexed them knowingly before lifting one off of the table and planting it on your head to pat you.
“You’re a cute little thing, hm?” He mumbled, sighing softly after and taking his hand back.
You squeaked softly at the praise, letting your head hang low so your hair covered your painfully hot face. You didn’t want to admit how much you liked being treated like a puppy, but it seemed that It might come to that at some point.
Your mind wandered further while Jet walked around the bar, going up behind you to mindlessly read a magazine on one of the tables. You thought of the most filthy things once again, how good his hands would be on your body, how he could tie you up—well, if your arm wasn’t in a sling, probably. You would be very happy with his hands on you now, anywhere.
Fuck, no, shit,
You cussed yourself out mentally as you finally felt your jeans begin to grow tight. All you could do was hope Jet didn’t see your junk, but there really wasn’t a way for you to rub one out, so you were going to have to sit still until it went away—and with that regulate your thoughts, which wasn’t going all too well. You’d done this before, why not do it now?
You crossed your legs awkwardly, ignoring the throb in your pants. You had to do something to distract yourself, so shakily you asked a random question.
“Hey, uhm, where did you leave my gun?”
“Oh, Party Poison has it, they don’t trust you. They never trust anyone though, so don’t take it personally.”
You looked over your shoulder, once again watching Jet, now sitting on one of the tables with the magazine in his lap, flipping the pages with slight boredom. He noticed you looking and peeked up for a second, shooting you a little smile.
A few minutes went by before he put the magazine down and got up, walking toward your stool and leaning up against the back of it. You could feel his breath in your neck for a second while he fixed your sling around the shoulder area. You held in a shiver as his fingers brushed over your skin. You’d just been quiet and thinking about him the past five minutes or so, so you were just as hard—if not harder than you were before.
“I should probably get you to bed now, though.” He started. “You should really get some rest.”
You freaked out a little over getting up, even if the walk to the makeshift sick bay was only a good twenty steps away. Though, you nodded, humming softly as you got up awkwardly.
Jet walked in front of you, luckily, only a few steps ahead. You wanted to keep it that way since your tight jeans were not helping you in the slightest. Your face was scrunched together while you rubbed up against the zipper.
You were so focused on making it to that room unnoticed that you completely missed Jet while he opened the door. He’d turned around while he held it open politely, but you had paid no mind to him. You were walking awkwardly and your face was red hot, he’d figured out what was going on pretty quickly, and once you finally noticed him looking, his eye was focused on your hard-on. You stopped walking, hunching over defeatedly as you looked away in shame, your good arm hanging by your side.
“Shit,” You muttered, blinking. You expected Jet to be completely grossed out, maybe he didn’t want you in the building anymore.
“Hey, it happens to the best of us.” He chuckled softly, staring at you. “Am I really that good at flirting?”
You shrugged, still not looking at him.
He smoothly gave the door a push, shutting it before even going inside, and took a few steps toward you. You watched him from the corner of your eye, nervous as to what he wanted from you. You didn’t dare to look at him, not until he grabbed your chin and forced you to. You still found a way to avoid him, only getting harder due to his handling.
“Are you gonna look at me?” He said softly, still staring at you. He seemed amused.
You struggled to look at him, though you managed to do so eventually. You were nervous enough for your legs to start quivering.
“fuck, you’re cute.” He grinned, experimentally bringing his free hand down to your bulge and gently pressing up against it. He seemed surprised at how hard you were. It really had been too long since your last good fuck.
“You’re so hard for me,” He chuckled, running his thumb along your length. You squeaked softly at the feeling. “You can tell me if you need my help, go on,”
You nodded at him. He didn’t look satisfied.
“Nope, words. I need to hear it.” He raised an eyebrow, staring down at you as you looked away again, mustering up the courage to talk back to him. He was patient, though, giving you all the time you needed to say yes or decline if you didn’t want anything.
“Please suck my dick,” You mumbled, glancing up at him to see if he was content with your answer. He grinned and nodded softly, guiding you toward the nearest wall and leaning you up against it carefully, making sure to not damage you any more than you already were.
He leaned up against the wall with one hand as he guided his other to your cock again, tracing it and squeezing it softly. His eyes continuously flicked back and forth between your boner and your face, making sure you were enjoying everything. Even the slightest bit of discomfort from your end would make him stop, but all he could read was embarrassment and lust. The perfect combination of emotions.
He was gentle as he palmed you for several minutes. There was no need for him to keep doing more foreplay since you were already rock-hard, but he enjoyed teasing you too much. The noises you made were too perfect for him to stop, but then of course it was about you and not about him. He was the nurse, after all.
So, after he decided he was done teasing poor you, he finally continued and dropped to his knees with a thud when he hit the rotten wood floor. He stared up at you with interest, and you tried your best to watch him, but you were simply too embarrassed. He unbuckled your pants with ease and popped the button on your pants after. His warm hands were quick to pull your rock-hard dick out, he licked his lips as he studied your length.
He experimentally pulled your tip out of its foreskin, making you blush as he looked at it, already leaking precum.
“God, you’re so pathetic,” He tutted, looking up at you again and watching your face contort. Neither of you were sure what emotion you were portraying. Jet continued anyway, his plush lips pressing multiple kisses up to the base of your cock before he ran his tongue up your shaft with a grin. You sighed as you looked down, biting your lip in anticipation of what was coming.
Jet teased you more, which consisted of licking your shaft and your tip, pumping you gently, and kissing your cock again. He kept teasing you until you couldn’t keep quiet anymore, panting and whining at each movement.
“Please, I can’t take more teasing,” You whined, your hand flexing by your side. Jet chuckled softly and looked at your hand, grabbing it with his larger one and placing it on his head of curls. You patted him softly before carefully combing your fingers into his hair and pulling him toward your cock. You watched as he opened up, his tongue stuck out slightly as he finally took you in his mouth.
You couldn’t help but let out a moan, he’d been teasing you for too long and the tension had built up way too high. You knew you wouldn’t be able to last more than a couple of minutes in a condition like this. The way Jet took you in so expertly made you twitch in his mouth. He went bit by bit, your tip constantly inching close to his throat. He placed his hands on either side of your hips, his thumbs rubbing soft circles into your skin as he sucked you off.
You moaned as sweetly as you could, your sensitive tip constantly being sucked and licked like a lollipop was slowly making you go insane. You hadn’t felt this great in so long, there was no way your hands would be able to do this, not to mention that the desert was way too hot to jerk off in, you never seemed to be able to make yourself cum, though edging was somewhat fun.
“You—ah, oh fuck,” You moaned, your hand flexing in Jet Star’s hair. “You’re so good at this, oh my god,”
Jet chuckled around you, popping you out of his cheek for a second and jerking you off while using his spit as lube. He looked up at you eagerly, biting his lip at your blissed expression. He enjoyed the way your eyebrows knit together like you were about to cry, he hadn’t done anything with anyone this sub-y in a while.
“You look so cute like this,” He giggled, taking you in again. He started with just the tip this time, sucking and licking at your slit until your hips made a little jolt. He took that as his sign to take you in fully, sliding you in and out of his throat with ease. He was so devoted to making you feel good, even closing his eyes and batting his lashes up at you.
Your moans got progressively louder as you got closer. Jet never stopped, only pulling out every so often to apply some more pressure with his fist. He was mesmerized by how wet and pink your tip was, perfectly plump and swollen, all because of him.
This all boosted his ego way too much. Nobody had reacted to him and his stupid little mannerisms like that in ages. He wanted you now, he wanted to be inside you, so stir up your insides and make you his.
but, then of course, your collarbone was broken and you barely knew each other, so that was an obstacle, to say the least. There was no doubt in his mind about you accepting a request to get bent over a table and fucked in the ass, though, he knew you were the kind of bottom to go along with anything he said.
The way you yanked on his curls made him snap out of his perverted thoughts, he looked up at you as your mouth hang open, loud moans and curses coming from you as he mindlessly sucked your cock.
“I’m gonna cum,” You whimpered, pulling him farther down toward your patch of hair. He went along with everything, his warm mouth and throat fitting around you perfectly.
He failed to think twice about routinely pulling you out of his throat again, pumping you a few times as he did before, but this time your pelvis shuddered as you shot your seed over his face in multiple spurts. He looked surprised for a second, though taking you back in his mouth to get the last of your cum in him. You sat still in his mouth for a minute as you panted and tried your best to calm down from your high.
He eventually pulled your already flaccid dick out and helped you stuff it back in your jeans. He did up your belt as he did before, though still on his knees. He casually wiped his face off with the inside of his shirt after he was done helping you, and you couldn’t stop blushing.