Uhm...yea here's the dirty chapter...that I wrote a long time ago.... I've been so swamped at school it's not even funny *dies*. I just had a second to come on and post this, I haven't had time to write anymore so this is it for a while. Hope you guys like it. Thank you everyone for your kind reviews and fic watches and such. 3 Much love.

PS Warning: If you don't like guy on guy (no actual penetration in this chapter though), don't flame me 'cuz yer curious and read this fic and gross yourself out. It's not my fault that you didn't just walk away. :) So if you thought it was gross and didn't heed my warning, I hope it burned your eyes...that is all.

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It took Ellis a few days to recover from his injuries. Coach and Nick had to take turns carrying the mechanic piggy back until he could move more smoothly on his legs. "Ya'll been so nice to me an all. I couldn' a asked fer betta friends!" Ellis bounced excitedly on the stairs. He was so grateful for his friends for helping him along, not complaining once that they had to carry him; except once, when Nick was having a bad day.

Nick growls, lying down by a nearby wall. The younger man's southern drawl had become like an aphrodisiac to the conman. He had to use everything he had to not jump the boy, "I'm goin to sleep. I'll wake up for second shift in a couple hours."

"I'll take third shift!" Ellis smiles, heading to Nick's side and cuddling less than a foot away.

Coach shakes his head, taking Ellis' spot on the staircase, "I don't know about those two."

Rochelle smiles, lying down close to the stairs, "At least we don't have to listen to them argue, right?"

Coach laughs, smiling, "Yea I guess you're right."

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During his shift, Nick sits against the wall, gazing out the barred window. His hand absentmindedly strokes through Ellis' hair, who had found Nick's lap to be a very comfy pillow. He had to focus to keep himself from falling asleep; the warmth attached to his leg was calling him to sleep.

He gazes down at the resting form, noticing the younger man's eyes fixed on his. He grins, rustling his hair, "You ready for your shift already? I've only been watchin' for half an hour."

"Naw," the mechanic yawns, sitting up to stretch. He makes a soft gasping noise as he feels lips touch the back of his neck, arms sneaking around his waist. "Nick…" Ellis turns around in the older man's grasp, lifting his leg to straddle the other's legs, "I jus' wanted ta keep ya company while ya kept watch."

"Oh really?" Nick asks, kissing the other's chin before pushing him down against the ground.

"N-Nick…" Ellis glances at the other survivors then back, "But they're here."

"So?" he mumbles against the younger man's neck, pushing his shirt aside to nibble a small hickey at the boy's clavicle. Ellis moans, threading his fingers through Nick's hair. Nick chuckles, pulling back to look at him, "Though if you're not quiet…"

Nick starts to pull away, but is pulled back by eager hands, "N-Naw Nick please…ah'll be quiet…"

"Good," the conman grins, running his hand down Ellis' chest quickly. Nick stops at his stomach, untying his overalls and pushing them half way down his thighs. "You better tell me to stop now, kid; 'cuz once I start goin' I won't stop," he stares seriously in the mechanic's eyes, looking for any type of answer.

Ellis hesitates, unable to stop his glances at the other occupants. The conman notices, making a huffing sound as he pulls himself off of the younger man and leans back against the wall. The mechanic pouts, giving Coach and Rochelle one last glance before positioning himself in front of Nick. Nick gives him a scowl, but isn't able to keep his cold expression as he feels hands gripping him through his boxers. He gives a hiss as those trembling fingers peel back the fabric that has been constricting his length. Nick doesn't ask questions, not wanting to scare the kid into stopping his exploration.

Ellis grins as his hands stroke the older man's cock, enjoying the soft groans that escape his mouth. "'member Nick," he whispers as he lets his breath run over Nick's erection, "Gotta be quiet." Nick makes a low growl as he grips the younger man's hair tightly. Ellis whimpers as his mouth his pressed against the head of Nick's cock.

"Get on with it kid," he whispers gruffly, loosening his grip on the mechanic's hair. Ellis makes one last grin before circling the length with his tongue, the musky scent hitting his nose. He had never gotten the chance to do this with Keith and was eager to experience it for the first time. He chuckled to himself as his lips pressed against the top of the head. Nick opens his eyes to narrow them as he gapes at the boy, "Don't you dare break out into a Keith story." Ellis' eyes widen at the comment. How did the older man know what he was thinking? He glances up at the man and all thoughts of Keith flew out the window at the sexy death glare Nick was giving him. He couldn't help that even when the man was angry he turned him on.

Ellis returns his attention to the warmth still in his hand, taking little time in engulfing the dick with his wet lips. The heavy breathing above him causes his cock to twitch against the floor. The mechanic involuntarily reaches his free hand down to stroke at his weeping cock, wincing slightly as the tip slid across the cold floor.

Nick has to keep one hand pressed against the floor to keep himself steady. It had been a long time since he had gotten a blow job, better yet even masturbated. He opens his eyes to watch the boy between his legs, biting his lip to hold back his moans. Ellis was bobbing his head now, stroking himself with the same speed. The conman almost thought about helping the boy out, but was too caught up in the pleasure that was being given to him. He told himself that he'd pay the kid back later.

Nick's grip on Ellis' hair begins to tighten again as he feels himself drawing near the end, trying to give the boy a heads up, "E-Ellis…"

Ellis moans around the cock, not making any move to withdraw his mouth but quickening his own strokes. He was also close and had to try real hard not to pull away and call Nick's name. Nick curses under his breath as he hunches over, spilling his seed in the younger man's mouth. Ellis chokes only slightly, but swallows the liquid; feeling his own climax a few strokes afterward.

After he's sure the older man was milked dry, Ellis pulls back, grimacing at the mess he made on the floor between them. Nick grins through his panting, giving the mechanic one last pat on the head before fixing his pants. Ellis follows suit, retying his overalls and moving to sit next to Nick along the wall. Nick stares up at the ceiling, wishing he had a cigarette. The thought is quickly removed as he feels the warm body cuddle against his arm. He grins, putting his hand on the younger man's thigh. No words are exchanged, only the slowing of their breathing filling the room.