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Kevin didn't remember much between J's Bar, and their arrival at the R.P.D. He supposed he'd been so focused on getting his civilian companions to safety, he'd buried the panic and trauma deep down until a numbness had replaced them.
He'd hoped that the R.P.D. would be safe, and his comrades would know what to do, but the zombies overran also the station, and with every dead coworker he came across, the panic started brewing again.
But Kevin was a trained police officer, and despite the emotion clawing its way slowly up his throat, he knew how to stay composed on the outside – because if he lost his cool, who else would guide those civilians to safety?
He was running low on steam, though; the hours they'd spent trudging through zombie infested streets certainly had taken its toll on them, and while the R.P.D. was locked down with little chance of escape, he made the call for his comrades to get some rest.
After all, if this was draining on him, he could only imagine the scars it was leaving on them.
"I'll get you guys to the breakroom," Kevin promised. He eyed them all as he spoke, becoming acutely aware of the exhaustion in their every feature. "There's some bunks in there, and it's secure; get some rest, and if Marvin comes up with a plan, I'll come and get you."
The waitress's smile couldn't have been more relieved. Cindy, Kevin remembered from all the times he'd frequented J's Bar. The subway worker – Jim, he'd introduced himself as during the venture – didn't look any less anxious than he had since the initial onslaught of the undead.
The plumber looked almost stoic, save for the soft downturn of his eyebrows and the bags under his eyes. "What about you? What if you need help?"
"I'll sit guard in the hallway," Kevin promised. "I have my radio; Marvin can contact me and keep me updated. I'm not going to let anything happen to any of you."
The plumber didn't look convinced, but if he had anything more to say, he kept it to himself. Kevin waved to the group to follow behind him.
He was cautious as they travelled, his gun at the ready, prepared to take down anything that dared cause harm to his companions. They passed by a set of windows in the winding corridor, and something hit the glass so hard it cracked beneath its weight.
Jim squeaked and threw himself at Kevin, grasping at the back of his uniform and hiding behind him like a child seeking its mother's protection. Kevin instinctively moved a hand behind him to touch his arm and comfort him.
"Let's keep moving," Kevin ordered. "Quickly, before whatever's out there gets in."
Jim didn't stop clinging to Kevin for the rest of the journey. Cindy held a pistol out in front of her with shaking hands, and the plumber smacked a long, metal pipe into the palm of his hand, like he was trying to burn off anxious energy.
Kevin stopped them outside the breakroom. He opened the door and peered inside carefully to make sure it was safe before he called the others in after him.
"Here we are." Kevin returned his gun to its holder with a sigh of relief. "Everyone, pick a bunk and rest up; you're going to need it if we're to get out of here."
Kevin watched over everyone until they were all laying safely in a bed. He nodded appreciatively. "I'll be right outside if anyone needs me."
Kevin slipped out of the room quietly. He closed the door behind him and slid his back down the wall next to it. The exhaustion hadn't felt so overwhelming until he'd dropped to his knees and felt heavier than he ever had in his life. He pulled his gun from its holster and checked the clip with hope to hear from Marvin soon, but knowing the current state of the city, he had little faith it would happen.
He sighed and put his gun away. Kevin pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, closing his eyes and dropping his forehead to his knees. He listened carefully, prepared to jump into action at the slightest sign of danger.
Kevin didn't know how long he'd sat for when he heard the breakroom door creak open. He tipped his head back to see who was coming out. The plumber closed the door behind him and, without a word, sat next to Kevin.
"You okay, uh…" Kevin trailed off awkwardly.
"David," he introduced quietly.
"You okay, David?" Kevin repeated.
"Yeah. Couldn't sleep, and thought you might want some company." David reached into a pocket of his overalls and pulled out a lighter. "You want a smoke?"
"No, thanks." Kevin was quiet for a moment before he extended his hand. "Officer Ryman. But call me Kevin."
David accepted the hand and shook it firmly. "Pleasure."
Kevin wrinkled his nose slightly when David lit up the cigarette and took a puff. He was used to smokers; a lot of the R.P.D. smoked; but it had never been something for him; the smell alone was off-putting.
But he couldn't deny the company was pleasant, even if David didn't seem to be much of a talker.
He felt his body relaxing, and the adrenaline was wearing off. He craved for a nice, cool beer to take the rest of the edge off, a TV to immerse himself in some sports game several towns over that could help him pretend this disaster had never happened, and maybe even a nice handjo –
"You want some help with that?"
Kevin raised his eyebrow at David's offer. "With what?"
David gestured to Kevin's lap. Kevin looked down in confusion, but once he realized what David was referring to, his cheeks turned scarlet. He moved his hand to his lap to hide the bulge.
David chuckled. He smoked the last of his cigarette before he crushed it under his boot. "It's okay. Don't be embarrassed; you've been hard since J's Bar. Stress response."
Kevin hadn't even realized he'd been sporting an erection until now. He felt mortified to think if the others had noticed it as well – but hopefully, they weren't as perceptive as David seemed to be, and had been too focused on surviving to notice.
David dropped his hand onto Kevin's shoulder. "Don't worry, man; I don't think anyone else has noticed."
Kevin sighed. He hoped David was right, because he couldn't think of anything more embarrassing.
"But if you want some help with it, I don't mind," David murmured. His spidery fingers feathered down Kevin's arm. "Would be nice to think about something else for a while, right?"
"The others are sleeping," Kevin protested.
"We don't have to do it in there," David whispered. He danced his fingertips along Kevin's thigh, as if he was waiting for permission. "No one's going to come this way, right? It'll be fine."
"But I'm not – I've never –" Kevin's stutters were interrupted by David's fingers on his lips.
"It's just like masturbating. Let me take care of you." David's smile was comforting, and as much as Kevin knew he should turn the offer down, there was something so incredibly appealing about the idea of switching his brain off and being anywhere but in the zombie-ridden city they were currently trapped in.
So he reached down, and slowly, he unzipped his pants and pushed them down his hips.
David ghosted his fingers along Kevin's thighs for a few moments before he wrapped his palm around the hot arousal and stroked.
Kevin couldn't bite back the loud moan, and his hips bucked forward into the touch of their own accord. He hadn't realized how desperately he'd needed the touch until he looked down at David's hand and saw himself already thrusting erratically into the rough palm.
David let go of Kevin's erection and moved his hands to the zipper of his overalls. He chuckled at the whine Kevin had made. "Just relax. I'm going to make it good for you; give me a minute."
Kevin watched with hungry eyes as David slipped his overalls off and laid them out on the ground. He whimpered needily and pressed into the touch as David guided him to lie down on the clothing. He shuddered with pleasure when David spread his legs and knelt between them, because though he'd never done this with another man before, he wasn't a stranger to sex, and he was keen for what was to come.
But David surprised him when he passed by his arousal and instead wrapped his lips around his entrance. Kevin jerked and cried out loudly at the hot tongue that was lapping at him.
David pulled back. "Is this okay?"
Kevin was too hazy with lust and the need to be anywhere but there to say no. He'd never heard himself sound so overcome with pleasure when he responded. "Y-yeah, I-I just – I –"
"It's alright," David comforted. "You're doing great. Just lay back for me. Keep your legs spread."
Kevin nodded. He wanted to stare up at the roof and focus on the ministrations, but he watched David work him open so patiently, Kevin wasn't sure he'd ever been touched with so much affection.
He shuddered when David's hand stroked the underside of his thigh. His voice sounded strangled as he called David's name. He reached between his legs to rest his hand in David's hair.
"David, please…" The pleasure was overwhelming, more-so than it had ever been any other time he'd done this. "I need… I-I – a-ah…"
"Shh," David soothed. "Shh, you're alright."
Kevin's legs quivered around David. He threw his other arm over his face and cried out again, because he was sure David's proximity was more arousing than any sex act he could perform on him. "Please, David…"
David pulled away from Kevin so he could reach down and free himself from his arousal's confines. He stroked himself a few times, and the look he gave Kevin was so intense, he could have come on the spot.
"This will hurt at first, but it'll feel better," David promised. "I'll do my best not to hurt you."
"Uh-huh…" Kevin was sure David could have done anything he wanted to him in that moment, if it meant he could still drown in his warmth.
Kevin felt the first intrusion. He jerked away instinctively with a yelp as his body tightened to fight it off. David's perfect hand rubbed his arm. "Shh… Relax…"
Kevin tried to do as he was told and let his body open up, but the pain was foreign, and –
"O-oh…!" Kevin's eyes widened as David stroked his erection again. He threw his arms by his sides and scratched at the floor as the sensations conflicted weirdly with each other. He didn't notice David had slid further inside until a burn deep within made him yelp again.
"Easy, you're doing great," David whispered. "I'm almost in."
Kevin closed his eyes and gasped for breath as he tried to focus on David stroking him. He choked on a cry when David buried himself fully inside, but whatever pain he was feeling soon vanished from his mind when David leant over him and pressed their lips together.
Kevin opened his mouth and let David slide his tongue inside. He whined into the kiss and raised his hand to grip tightly at David's shoulder. He'd never felt so aroused before, and he knew that if David didn't hurry, he was going to burst.
The way David kept their mouths entwined for the first couple of minutes of thrusting turned Kevin on in a way no woman had ever done. He rocked his hips in time with the movements, drinking in as much of David as he could.
David broke the kiss to groan out, but he quickly reattached his mouth to Kevin's throat. In the back of Kevin's mind, he knew he should be fearful of the action, but there was nothing he wanted more to have everything David could offer him.
David nibbled and sucked, and Kevin knew he was going to have bruises the next morning – but he no longer cared, because so what if people knew what they'd done? He'd enjoyed it, and if they could get out of this alive, he wanted more, so much more from him.
David's thrusts picked up speed. He reached between them to grab Kevin's hips and steady them as Kevin's movements became erratic in search of an orgasm.
"David," Kevin gasped. He threw his head back, barely able to control his breathing. "David, I'm – I'm getting close…!"
"Me, too," David mumbled. "I'm almost there. You're doing so good."
Kevin shuddered at the praise. He could feel the knots in his stomach tightening, and he was barely aware of the way he desperately thrust to grind his arousal in David's hand.
"Yeah," David muttered. He sucked at Kevin's throat for a couple of seconds before he continued. "Yeah, just like that. So good…"
"David…!" Kevin felt like he might choke on his own breath as his orgasm crashed over him. "David! I'm coming!"
It hit him with so much force, Kevin blacked out. He came to find David wiping him clean with a tissue.
David smiled at him. "Can I persuade you to come to bed with me?"
Kevin wiped the sweat from his face. Part of him knew he should keep watch, but the human part of him craved to take David up on his offer.
So he nodded, and let David redress him tenderly. He followed him into the breakroom and to the bunk beds. Cindy and Jim still seemed to be fast asleep as neither of them stirred at the creaking as they climbed into bed together.
They laid together, chest-to-chest, while David stroked Kevin's hair and face. They traded lazy kisses, the soft smacking of their lips the only sound to break the unsettling groans of the wandering zombies.
"You two are too loud…"
Kevin jumped at the voice behind them. He recognized it to have come from a half-asleep Jim. He felt his cheeks flush again as David chuckled.
"Go somewhere else next time, will ya?" Jim muttered. "…'less I can have a turn, too…"
David snorted. Kevin's brain was too foggy from the aftermath of his orgasm to know what to reply with. He felt David wrap him up in his arms and pull him tight against him, protectively.
Jim's snores filled the room. Kevin sighed contentedly. And at the first stroke of David's hand in his hair again, he was out like a light where not even the devastation of the city could touch his mind.