Chapter 16 #2
Lionel couldn’t see much with how dark it was; only the candle they had lit around the room let him see at all, but he saw Mads step out into the hallway and stand, arms crossed over his chest as he looked each way.
Lionel wasn’t sure what he was waiting for, and almost sat up and called out to him, but finally Mads waved a hand as though getting someone’s attention.
“Mads?” Lionel murmured as he sat up, voice soft and slightly croaky, too quiet for Mads to actually be able to hear.
Lionel’s eyes flicked open, suddenly awake, when he saw a creature stalking up towards Mads.
This one didn’t look human—it was more similar to the ones they first saw when everything had begun, with some amalgamation of a head and body with long, crab-like legs jutting out and cracking as it walked.
It was massive, far taller than Mads, who didn’t look bothered even as it got close enough for him to need to tilt his head backwards.
“Mads,” Lionel gasped, shoving off his duvet and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
He hadn’t seen Mads pick up any of their weapons, but a second later, one of the large kitchen knives was swinging through the air.
The creature screamed, that inhuman sound Lionel hadn’t heard in ages, as it stumbled backwards.
A huge, bloody cut slashed across its torso, and red leaked out quickly enough that it and the floor were covered in the sticky substance only a moment later.
Mads stepped forward again, raising the knife and bringing it down hard on the creature without flinching. It screamed again, trying to scramble away from Mads, who grabbed it by one of its giant, jointed legs and dragged it back.
Lionel froze, half off the bed, eyes wide as he watched Mads kill the creature. His movements made it obvious how sure of himself he was, the lack of hesitation making something stir in Lionel’s stomach. He swallowed hard as he watched the blood splatters on Mads’ skin grow bigger and darker.
“Fuck,” Lionel whispered as he felt his cock twitch in his sweats.
Mads didn’t look phased at all as he walked back into the apartment, closing and locking the door behind him with a soft ‘click.’ He noticed Lionel sitting up in bed and blinked at him.
“Was that a monster?” Lionel asked into the silence.
“Yeah,” Mads nodded, “but I handled it so you could continue resting.”
“Oh,” Lionel breathed as he watched Mads pull his blood-stained shirt off. He looked away as the man also kicked off his pants, which were covered in the drops of red as well. He felt a hand on his shoulder a moment later, urging him to lie back down.
When he did, Mads joined him a moment later after pulling on another sweatshirt.
Lionel became hyper aware of the fact that he hadn’t put on new pants and that Mads was lying beside him in only his underwear.
He could feel the cold of Mads’ legs as he pressed against him, his toes like icicles against Lionel’s calves.
Lionel made a soft noise of surprise when Mads wrapped his arms around him without any hesitation, pulling Lionel closer until he was fully tucked against Mads’ chest. His cold legs tangled with Lionel’s, pressing against him enough for Lionel to flush up to his ears.
He wasn’t going to say anything, especially with how Mads sighed so contentedly as he relaxed against him.
Lionel didn’t dare to move, considering how Mads’ thigh was pressing far too close to his crotch.
“Are you uncomfortable?” Mads hummed into his hair after a few moments. “You’re very tense.”
“No, I’m fine,” Lionel said quickly.
“Hm, really?” Mads asked. Lionel gasped as Mads’ thigh moved upwards pointedly, slotting between his legs. “You’re not tense because you’re hard?”
“I’m sorry,” Lionel breathed. “I didn’t—”
“It’s fine,” Mads laughed. “Morning wood is normal, isn’t it?”
“It’s not exactly morning,” Lionel muttered.
When he looked up, Mads was much closer to him, a small smile on his lips. Lionel’s eyes moved to it immediately, his own tongue flicking out to wet his lips. Mads’ smile grew at that, and he leaned slightly closer.
But Lionel was ultimately the one to bridge the gap between them, pressing his lips to Mads’.
His toes curled as Mads pressed forward harder at that, his thigh grinding against the front of Lionel’s sweatpants where he had only managed to grow harder in the time that they had spoken.
Lionel groaned, pulling back just enough for the sound to escape his mouth, before Mads was reaching a hand up to cup the nape of his neck and drag him back.
Lionel tilted his head to one side and licked Mads’ lips. The moment they parted, he pushed his tongue in and over Mads’ teeth. His mouth seemed to be the only warm part of him; his tongue pressing against Lionel’s felt burning hot compared to his lips.
Lionel ran a hand down from where it rested against Mads’ chest to his hip and then up and underneath his sweatshirt. He felt Mads shiver at this, his breath catching just a bit against Lionel’s lips. Lionel trailed his fingertips up Mads’ sides, over his ribcage, and back to press on his spine.
He smiled to himself at how Mads twitched under every tiny movement of his hand, startling at each circle he traced into his skin. Mads' hand moved from the grip on the back of his neck to the front, pressing slightly on Lionel’s jugular enough for his breath to falter.
Lionel had barely noticed Mads’ hand that was resting on his waist before he was moving it up into Lionel’s shirt, exploring his skin just as Lionel had done his.
Lionel pushed forward, bringing their mouths together over and over, pressing and sucking and licking over Mads’ lips until he pulled away and saw they were red like the blood staining his skin.
Lionel’s eyelids drooped to half-mast as he looked at Mads, looked at how his chest heaved with each breath, his mouth open slightly.
He leaned in to kiss him again, gentler this time, and raised a hand to cup Mads’ face.
He hadn’t gotten to truly enjoy their first kiss, had let Mads hold him and comfort him with his chaste pecks.
But now he was never going to be able to get this image of Mads out of his head.
He leaned forward and kissed him once, twice, on the lips before pulling back.
Mads raised an eyebrow at him, his thigh pushing forward pointedly. “Do you not want to do anything about this?”
“No,” Lionel said with a long yawn. His stomach churned at the idea of actually getting off from the image of Mads murdering a living creature. He didn’t think it was right—not if Mads didn’t actually know why he had gotten hard in the first place. “I’m tired.”
Mads looked slightly disappointed, but let Lionel pull him down for another quick peck on the lips before they both relaxed back against the pillows.