Stumbling into the road, gnawing and tearing at each other.
It’s the hunger.
It’ll make them turn on each other just to be able to feed and survive.
As slowly as possible, I bring my feet up onto the part of the seat that I’ve been balancing on, then crouch down as I move my hand from Tieran’s jacket to his shoulder.
He lowers his head and guns the bike faster than it’s been going and I let out a happywhoop!as we get closer to them.
“Come get some, fuckers!” I shout out as I hold my weapon out to my side.
“Get ‘em, Hens!” my brother shouts as we barrel through the living dead.
With a firm grip on the bat, I swing as violently as I can. Tieran brings a hand around almost instantly, holding me by one of my legs as I smash through the crowd.
“Thanks!” I call down, realizing that he’s freed up both of my hands now. I square my shoulders when another of the putrid dead stumbles toward us and then swing it as violently as I can, knocking its head off its shoulders, sending it careening through the air until it smacks against one of the long-since abandoned buildings.
Tieran gives my leg a squeeze, and I sigh as I steadily lower myself back down onto the seat, then wrap an arm around him as I secure the baseball bat.
“You’re no fun!” I holler into his ear.
He shakes his head as he leans to the left, shooting us down another road. I pout when I see that it’s clear of anything dangerous and realize that they must have gathered on the other road hoping to destroy each other, not knowing that actual Death was already on its way.
“I’m bored,” I grumbled loudly into his ear.
Tieran shakes his head again and I feel his chest rise and fall as he sighs. But I know exactly how to kill my boredomandput him back in a good mood again.
I run my hands down his waist, then fiddle with the zipper on his pants. Tieran stiffened slightly, but not enough for my liking.
I pull the zipper down the teeth, then reach in and rub his cock over his underwear. It’s a pain in the ass because he’s sitting, but he reacts almost immediately to my hands on him again so soon.
“Do you want me to stop?” I shout into his ear. Tieran gives me a quick side-glance as he reaches down to pull his dick out for me, then turns his attention back to the road.
I guess not,I muse, feeling jovial again.
As my brother navigates the long roads back to Hell, I gently stroke his cock with both hands. He once told me that one of his favorite things is when I hold him in the palm of my hands, and I enjoy doing it.
He deserves all of the happiness I can afford to give him, and we both know that I’ll never be able to give him unused material things.
His body vibrates slightly as he moans—even though I can’t hear him, I know the feeling and reaction of his body when I’m loving him.
Leaning forward, I rest my chin on his shoulder, then press my nose into the side of his neck as I stroke him faster. Using my thumb, I swipe away the small drop of precum forming before I go back to stroking him with both hands.
Tieran is always ready to show me how much he loves me—which is saying something because he never shows any of his other whores. He never lets them taste or have a drop because he promised me when we first ran away from that horrible devil, that the immaculate taste and feel of his cum would always bemine.
As his breathing quickens, I slow my strokes. While I want him to coat my hands more than anything, if we crash, we’ll end up on foot and double the days that we need to be.
He reaches down a hand, wrapping it around mine, forcing me to stroke him faster.
Maybe he wants to walk,I think simply.
I lick his neck I go from gentle, quick strokes, to violent, jerking tugs. I can see his jaw square as he grinds his teeth, but he keeps his hand wrapped firmly around mine.
He wants the pain.
It’s how he knows we’re still alive.
Tieran slows the bike to a reasonable pace—one that he knows he’ll be able to control if he—