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CONTENT: An explicit gay retelling of the Last of Us. Will Joel be able to keep Eli safe? And from what?
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CHAPTER 3: ELI, LEAVING THE QZ,
"Keep your fucking head down." Joel hissed as he grabbed me by the belt loop and pulled me to the ground. I hit the ground hard. Joel was more substantial than he looked, and he looked strong. Not as big as Martin, but still impressive. If he wasn't so much of an asshole, he might be nice to look at, but every time he glanced my way, I thought he might want to stab me.
"Cut the kid some slack, Joel; He's never been outside the QZ before." Said Trey with an edge of softness. Now Trey was a beautiful man. Could have even been a model back in the day. I kept finding myself distracted. Imagining Trey's arms around me, the feel of his stubble on my cheek, and the scent of his pits in my nose. Joel might have been the enormous hunk of the two, but I could already tell the guy was an asshole--one of those fragile masculinity guys with biceps rather than brains.
"Coddling him will just get us all killed," Joel said, looking back at Trey. He had barely acknowledged that I was there as we made our way out of Boston. "Listen, kid. The most dangerous thing we're gonna come up against for the next few hours is FEDRA soldiers, not infected. They will shoot to kill. So stay quiet, stay low, and do exactly what myself or Trey say, or we will fucking leave you to die." We were huddled next to an old school bus. We were doing our best to stay out of the soft evening rain that had begun to fall. Before we left, I had put on a new pair of clothes, some boots, and a thin rain jacket, but it wasn't doing a great job of keeping the water out. It kept running down my neck and chilling my back.
The world outside of the QZ was nothing as I imagined. It was as if a colossal battle had erupted one day, and then everyone had just walked away the next. Cars, trash cans, broken signs, and other vestiges of a world destroyed and littered the area around us. It was hard to imagine that this city had been home to almost half a million people. Some people said fewer people were living in the US now. Trey was still giving Joel a stern look. I wasn't the only one who thought Joel was an asshole. He reminded me of the dicks at FEDRA with the worst guard details, like Anthony Kane. Kane had been assigned night watch to the FEDRA cadets, and he got a perverse pleasure waking us up every night, banging his nightstick on our doors, screaming we had an infected breach, just to laugh as we all jumped to our emergency stations in our underwear. Sneaking out past him the night I had been bit had been the bright spot in an otherwise shit circumstance. I knew his superiors would have chewed him out for losing a cadet.
"Let's go," Trey said, pulling me from my memories. He gave me a soft glance as Joel began leading the way, weaving between broken-down cars. We moved in silence for what felt like ages. I stayed between them. Sandwiched between these two hunks, I felt tiny. At one point, Joel heard something, and he quickly stopped. I hadn't been paying enough attention, and I stumbled into him. I tried to move, but he threw his left hand behind himself, palmed me on the back, and pulled me close. He brought one finger to his lips and held us there for minutes. In the distance, explosions and the sounds of distant gunfire rocked the night. I could feel the strength in his muscles and was awed by it.
"What was that?" I whispered.
"FEDRA clearing out some Infected, I bet. Probably bombing the old train station; rumor has it that theirs a big nest there." Trey whispered, listening to the sound of machine guns. "Let's give it a minute and ensure they don't come closer. As we waited, Joel kept me pressed to him; I could feel his body heat. It was nice to be pressed against something warm, with the chill rain all around us. His back and his ass were solid muscle; it was like being hugged by a rock.
Finally, Joel released me. Almost as soon as he had pulled away, I felt like I was missing something. I reached down and adjusted my cock. It hadn't gotten hard, but I had begun to chub up. I hated myself for being attracted to this asshole, but ever since Martin had failed to fuck me, I just felt so overwhelmingly horny. I still didn't want to die a virgin. Joel was absolutely not the man I was gonna give my virginity to, but Trey wouldn't be too bad of an option. Maybe we could sneak away from Joel.
"Let's go." Said Joel. Trey patted me on the shoulder and glanced down at my crotch, seemingly knowing what I had been thinking about.
"Focus on being quiet for now, kid." I blushed. He must have seen me getting hard when I was pressed against Joel. He slipped in front of me and scouted a few feet ahead before motioning me to come with him. We silently crept through the wreckage of a rain-sodden downtown Boston for another hour or so. Finally, we made it to a street that didn't seem as fucked as the roads we had been on.
"We stop here to rest," Joel said. He was pointing to the doorway with a mermaid logo on it. It was a cafe on the Marriot Hotel's ground floor. It was hard to imagine that the big building towering above us was just for people to stay in when they came to visit Boston. Trey slipped in front of Joel and made his way into what had been a cafe, gun drawn. He quickly swept the room and motioned for us to join him inside. I took off my backpack with a sigh and sat down on the cold floor. The place was covered in broken tables, but someone had cleaned a section, so we all had room to sit down.
"Will rest here till the rain stops. Get out of those clothes before you catch a chill." Joel said to me. I had started shivering somewhere along the way. He kicked off his boots and set them on the one table that hadn't been destroyed.
"I don't have anything else to put on," I said.
"Look, I'm not your dad; I won't tell you what to do. Stay wet, but I'm gonna dry my clothes." Joel dropped his bag and stripped off his shirt with that. He pulled his plaid button down over his head, and my mouth dropped open as he did.
Joel was a hunk, more than I would have imagined being pressed into him. Beefy, with a chest covered in hair. His pecs were full. I bit my lip, imagining what it would be like to hold them. I was almost immediately disgusted with myself. The guy was a brute, nothing more, not someone I should be fantasizing about.
He glanced down at me, clearly catching me checking him out. A look of irritation flashed across his face. "Strip, or you'll catch a cold, and it won't be infected that kill you," he said as he unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor. I did as he said and quickly scrambled out of my clothes, tossing them at his feet. Trey did the same. Soon the three of us were just standing around in our underwear.
"You wanna lose the tighty whities, boy?" he said, looking at me. Martin had told me not to tell anyone that I had been infected. If I took them off, he would see the bite marks and know I was infected.
"No."
"Suit yourself." Joel pulled his own underwear down. His cock swung in front of my face. He had big thick balls that hung low, and his cock was nestled amongst thick black pubes. He scratched his balls, and I swear I could smell the musk on them. His dick was thick and cut. Maybe 4 inches soft. I wondered what it looked like when it got hard. I bet the head swelled up. I imagined it pushing into my hole like Martin's had. Making me squirm on the head of his cock. If Joel notice me staring at his dick he didn't say anything, but Trey certainly gave me a grin. We watched Joel walk to a wall and flipped a switch. A soft glow illuminated the room from one unbroken light bulb in the back.
"Powers is still working, so I'm going to go dry our clothes in the hotel dryers," Joel said as gathered up the clothes and walked towards the back of the cafe. "Stay here, stay quiet, and holler real fucking loud if you need me" With that, he stepped out of the room.
"He act's like he's shit, but Joel's not a bad guy." Said Trey. I turned to look at him. He was almost as built as Joel was. He'd kept his boxers on. A sign of solidarity with me, I guessed. But I wish I had been able to glance at his cock. I kept wondering if it was as big as Joel's.
"Okay." I didn't know what else to say.
"He'll keep you safe. We're only an hour's walk from City Hall now."
"Why don't we go now?"
"Between here and there, there are a lot of infected. Easier to sneak by them during the day. Most of them are blind, so hiding in the dark doesn't help us. Better to wait for the sun."
"Cool." We sat there in silence for a few moments. I pulled my legs to my chest, trying to get the cold out.
"Come here," Trey said.
"What?"
"We'll share body heat." Trey patted the floor next to him. Sheepishly I slide myself over to him. Trey was leaning against an old display. He spread his legs and patted the ground in front of his crotch again. I scooted up next to him until he wrapped his legs around me and pulled me close so my back rested against his chest. He wrapped his big arms around me and rested his chin on my head. I started to feel warmer almost right away. I tried scootching back even more until I could feel the bottom of my spine pressed against his back. He let out a deep moan as I did.
"I don't know what they taught you in FEDRA, but here's what you need to watch out for, kid. The infected fall into two main categories. Runners and Clickers. Now Runners are people who were recently infected. They are fast, vicious, and unlike the Clickers, they can see. If one is coming for you, the best thing to do is try to put it down. A blow to the head will do it. Use a ranged weapon or a piece of wood; just don't let them get too close. Now Clickers are what you really have to look out for. They are stronger than the Runners. Tougher too. Mushroom carapace grows from their head, which acts as a kind of armor. Makes it harder to get in a killing blow. But it blinds them. Clickers use echolocation. Unless you're well-armed, the best thing to do around a Clicker is find something to throw away from yourself and send them on a wild goose chase after that noise."
"Okay." I wasn't paying much attention. Just focusing on what it felt like to be enveloped in his arms. Just his morning, I thought I would never be touched again, and now I'd had two handsome men hold me in less than 24 hours. I was glad I was wearing underwear because my cock began to stiffen at the memory of Martin fucking my throat.
"That's why Joel is always trying to keep you silent. He can take down a Runner. But a Clicker is a different story."
"Figured he wanted me quiet cuz he hates me," I mumbled. "He seems so angry."
"Doesn't hate you, kid; he doesn't even know you; you just remind him of somebody, is all."
"Who?" Trey looked at me and sighed a few times, debating what he wanted to say.
"Not my story to tell," Trey said, rubbing his arms up and down my side. I liked the feel of his calloused hands on my bare arms. I pushed myself back into him as hard as I could. I felt so small and safe in his arm's I could have let that moment go on forever. His hands moved from my arms to my legs as he rubbed down my shins and thighs; the closer he got to my ass, the more soft moans escaped my lips.
"You feeling better, boy?" He asked. His voice was a low grumble.
"Yeah." I craned my neck and turned around to look up at him. Trey was smiling down at me in the dim light. He took one hand and gently pressed it against my head, pushing my face into his chest.
"We'll keep you safe, boy," I mumbled something about thanks and let my hand come around to touch his stomach. It was taught and furry under my fingers. I let myself run them between his hair. Feeling the low rumble, he let out.
"You haven't had anyone take care of you. Have you?" I didn't know what to say to his question, so I just nodded yes. "Been looking for someone to keep you safe?"
"I... I..." How did I tell him being safe isn't something I ever thought I would be? To be safe, you needed at least a home and a family, and I had none of that.
"I never got the chance to be a father," Trey said. I pulled away from him and looked up at him. "Never had the chance to keep a boy safe." I could tell my eyes were like a puppy dog's at that moment because he stroked my cheek once with the back of his fingers.
"You sweet, sweet boy that just needs someone to love him."
"Yeah." He snaked his hand between the waist band of my underwear. It felt so good. His fingers began sliding towards my back. I began to squirm in delight. Too late I realized what his fingers would fine.
"Wait I. Ummm." But Trey's fingers had already touched my scar.
"What's this."
"It's ummmm.. Aaa..." I didn't know what to do. I thought of Martin telling me not to let anyone know. But surely I could trust this man.
"You can tell me." He looked at me. "I know your special Eli. Martin wanting us to get you out of Boston made me realize something is very special about you. Is it this?" He rubbed my scar again. "Because I think it's this." I felt his fingers drift toward my hole. They gently touched the soft flesh. I felt myself quiver.
"This world is dangerous. You need an older man to help keep you safe. Someone you can trust. Say anything to." My dick was growing hard again. I could feel the blood pumping in my ears. "Someone you can tell all your hopes, dreams, and desires. Even tell them what happened to you before. Would you like that?" I was about to answer when I heard the door to the cafe opened. I whipped my head around. Standing in full FEDRA gear was Anthony Kane, the guy who used to terrorize the other cadets and me at night. His machine gun was pointed right at us.
"Well, isn't this a surprise? It's the run-a-way faggot that got me demoted."
"Kane." I hissed. He was standing there in his soaking-wet uniform, looking like a drowned, harassed rat. I hated him; from his greasy black hair and harsh features, he was disgusting.
"Breaking quarantine is punishable by execution, you know." I felt Trey pull me tighter against him. "And what's this, Daddy thinks he can protect you. I know you, Trey; what are you doing leaving the city with FEDRA property."
"I'm not property," I said loudly. Hoping Joel could hear us all the way back in the hotel laundry room. He had left his gun in the room when he went to dry out clothes.
"We feed you, we cloth you, we were training you for a job, and this is how you repay us, running away with a faggot drug smuggler? Shouldn't have been so sloppy to turn on a light, practically broadcasting your location. I should kill you both here and save myself the paperwork."
"Easy, Kane. Let's talk about this. Kill me, and who will supply you with Oxy from outside the city." Trey said. He hadn't let go of me.
"You drug runners think you're so special. I'll kill you, and someone else will just take your place. No, you need to give me something I need." He licked his lips and looked down at me. "Training this boy to take dick, I see?"
"No," Trey said. His voice was cut with a cold rage. Kane had been pointing the gun at me the whole time. As soon as Trey spoke, he raised the barrel to point at his head.
"Pity it's the only thing he'll be good for. Guess I'll just teach him a lesson."
"No."
"Yes." Kane licked his lips. "Cadet Eli, I'm gonna need you to crawl to me."
"Don't do it, Eli," Trey said.
"If you don't, I'm gonna kill your friend here." I still hadn't heard Joel come back in. I needed to buy him more time to help us out. "Which is really a shame since all your other friends are already dead."
"What do you mean?" Trey Said. Clearly thinking of Joel.
"The City Hall Fireflies. Can only imagine that's where you were trying to go, but guess you didn't hear. A big fight broke out there today between them and the infected."
"When?"
"Just a few hours ago. They're all dead. All of em." Kane laughed.
"Fuck." Trey said under his breath.
"So no one is coming to help you, and there is nowhere to go. Better start giving me what I want unless both of you want to join the ranks of the dead tonight."
"It's okay, Trey," I said. "Let me go." reluctantly, I felt Trey's grip on me lessen. I looked up at Kane. I hated Kane. The man was a monster. The thought of him being the first one to fuck me filled me with disgust, but I couldn't let him shoot Trey. I just needed to buy us time.
"Crawl." was all he said--pointing to a spot on the floor. "I SAID CRAWL FAGGOT." he yelled, pointing at the floor again. I made my way on my hands and knees to him. He looked down at me with a sneer and grabbed his crotch. "I'm gonna fuck you in front of your boyfriend,"
"He's not my boyfriend."
"Well, your dick seems to think differently," he smirked. I looked down. My dick was hard in my underwear, straining against the wet fabric. The outline of my cock head was visible.
"Then why does he look so upset that I'm gonna fuck you. He should be turned on. I know what he and Joel get up to." he said before spitting on me. "Now turn around and look at him." I did, still on my hands and knees. My ass was facing Kane as I looked toward Trey; I could see the rage building in him. "Such a pretty peach your boy has." I felt the cold barrel of his gun on the bottom of my spine. I'd realized too late what would happen.
"Please," I muttered. "Please don't." If he pulled down my underwear, I knew he would see my infection mark and shoot me. "I'll do anything, anything else." I turned around and looked up at Kane. He had a vicious sneer.
"Turn back around faggot I want you to look into your man's eyes as I fuck you." I turned back around and stared at Trey. At least I was going to die looking at a handsome man. If only Kane had shown up an hour later, I think I wouldn't have died a virgin. I felt him dig the barrel of his gun into my back, dragging it backward and pulling my underwear with it. It slowly crested the top of my ass. He pulled my underwear completely down and pushed the barrel of his gun against my hole. "What is that?" Kane said, surprised. He had seen the scar. He sent me sprawling across the floor with one swift kick to my ass.
"Eli," Trey shouted.
"What are you doing with an infected." Kane bellowed, pointing his gun at Trey.
"Infected?" Trey said. I watched as his eyes left my face to glance at my ass; his face fell as he looked at me. "Oh, Eli, I'm so sorry."
"No, no, I'm not infected," I screamed. "Please. No!"
"Too bad, Eli. Besides that bite, you've got one juicy ass." I turned around and looked at him as he leveled his gun at me. "Any last words."
"Please. I'm not infected." I begged. I thought I would be stronger in the end.
"Sure." He said with a wicked grin. "Bye, Eli." right before he could pull the trigger, A loud roar filled the room as a naked Joel lept from behind the counter in one swift move. He landed on Kane, knocking him to the floor. A flurry of shots rang out from his machine gun as it and Kane clattered to the ground. I scrambled backward as Joel slammed his fist repeatedly into Kane's head. Kane screamed at first, and then it became a gurgle, and finally, he went quiet. All I could hear were the sounds of Joel beating Kane to a pulp. I didn't know what to do. I stood there shocked, looking at this naked hunk of a man now covered in blood.
"Joel... Please," said Trey with a cough. I turned towards him. He was lying on his side, holding his stomach. Red blooming all around him.
"TREY," I yelled. That pulled Joel from his murderous rampage. He looked up from Kane and at his friend for the first time.
"Trey, buddy, No." In an instant, Joel was at his side. "Trey, stay with me." Panic entered Joel's voice.
"You've got to keep the kid safe."
"No, we're returning to the QZ to get you to help."
"I won't make it."
"You don't know that."
"Doesn't matter; you have something more important to do. Joel, the kids immune."
"What?" Joel turned to look at me. My underwear was still pulled down.
"You are, aren't you?" Trey said as he coughed up blood.
"I.... I.." I thought of Martin telling me to tell no one.
"Show him." Trey coughed again. Slowly I stood up and turned around, showing them both my ass. I heard Joel gasp.
"Fuck." I turned around, and he had his gun leveled at me, still cradling Trey in his other arm.
"I'm not infected. I promise. That's why Martin was getting me out. He thinks I could be the cure. The fireflies have a base in Utah; they think my blood is the key." I stared at them both. All of the words just poured from my mouth. "I was bitten eight days ago. And I didn't change."
"That's not possible," Joel said. "No one's immune."
"I am."
"No." Joel cocked his gun.
"Joel," Trey said. His breathing was coming ragged. "Look at him. Look at the scar. It's healed over... Why else would Martin promise us a FEDRA car and guns? This kid is not just some brat of some big wig Firefly. He's humanity's last chance."
"No, I.."
"Watch him tonight; if he changes, kill him. But he won't."
"I can't.."
"Listen, Joel, I never ask you for anything. But promise me this. Keep this kid safe. The Fireflies at city hall have all been killed. Get him to Bill and Frank. They can take the kid."
"Trey, I can't do this without you."Joel's voice was steady, but it didn't mask the pain behind it.
"You have to. Do this for all of us, Joel. We've done some bad shit in our times, but this is our chance, save this kid, and you wipe clean our slate. Please, Joel, don't let me die with a dark conscious. I need to know you will do this."
"Trey. I..."
"You won't lose me, Joel. I've been yours for years now. And I'll still be yours after I'm gone."
"That's not fair."
"Keep him safe. Get him to Bill and Frank.." They both looked at me once more. I started to shiver. "He needs someone, Joel. And we both know you're at your best when caring for someone. Just look at me." he lifted his hand and brushed Joel's face. His fingers left a trace of blood against his jaw.
"Trey... I.. I..." Joel looked at his friend with wild eyes.
"Yeah, I love you too." Trey groaned and pulled himself up to Joel. He kissed him once. And then let go, sliding back to the floor. "Thank you." he turned his eyes to me. "Now you keep this man from becoming a monster, you hear."
"Yes, sir," I said. Joel turned to look at me. When he looked back at Trey, he was gone. His eyes vacant pools. The scream that came out of Joel was unlike anything I had heard before. Deep and primal. He sat naked, covered in his lover's blood, howling to the night sky. I just stared at him for what felt like ages--waiting for him to remember that I was there.