Mickey had been doing just fine. Three cheesy slices deep, beer in hand, the noise of the party washing over him in a way that almost made him forget where he was. And what hell awaited them outside these walls. He'd been keeping his eyes off the animatronics all night. A practiced skill at this point. Peripheral vision was a hell of a thing, though, and the moment the other man's elbow caught him mid-sip, Mickey's gaze snapped up. His eyes looking straight to the thing's face. The glassy, unblinking, smiling face. He shuddered, taking a half-step back and dragging his eyes to Matteo instead. Much safer. Exponentially safer.
"Favorite." He echoed the word like it had personally offended him, taking a slow pull of his beer. "Man, I don't have a favorite. I'm trying not to look at any of them." He gestured vaguely at the animatronic with his bottle, still not fully meeting its eyes. If you could even call them that. "You know they can't hear, right? Like... at all." He scoffed taking another pull of his beer, shifting so his back was more toward it. "How much have you had?"
Matteo had no way of holding back his laughter when he saw how spooked the other man seemed to be by the animatronics. "Sorry, man," he said in between chuckles.
"I haven't seen someone so— uh, yeah since my brother was a toddler and he cried when a mascot got too close during a parade." He failed to name the other's expression since he meant no harm. He thought the reaction was cute. "Not enough, but don't worry. I'm not losing my head just yet." Someday, he might, but for now he was just enjoying the atmosphere.
"You seem like you could use more," he suggested, nodding to the beer in his hand. "Want me to grab you another?"
“ average is basically gourmet now, " it’s said lightly, not quite a joke, but close enough that it softens the space between them. " so i think that counts as a win. ”
“ arcade game… ” a small pause. his eyes flick toward the machines again. he exhales through his nose, faint. his hand goes back to his slice but doesn’t lift it immediately. “ probably pac-man. i know ... boring. ”
“ but i was good at it. like … actually good. ” a small shrug. he leans back slightly in his chair, eyes flicking across the table at matteo for a moment. he has pretty eyes. he had not paid much attention before. “ pac-man had a pattern. you could follow it. the rest of them, i always felt like it was just pressing buttons and wishing for the best. ”
“ my sister used to try and beat my score all the time ... she got so annoyed when she couldn’t. she’d act like she didn’t care and then just keep playing anyway. ” his mouth tightens briefly at one corner, not quite a smile. he looks down at his plate, picks up the silce: bite, chew, swallow. “ she never beat it ... but she got really close. ”
to this day, if he thinks too much about isabella, his chest tightens and his eyes water. he cannot do that. not here. not tonight. so instead he focuses on matteo's eyes again. head tipping a fraction to the side. “ what about you ? ... you seem like a fighting game guy. ”
" no kidding, " matteo agreed with a small chuckle before taking another large bite. it was still nearly unbelievable to him that something so commonplace had already become a commodity
" that's a good one, " he agreed again, raising a curious brow when the other seemed to be bragging. he liked the confidence because he liked the challenge.
" we should play. see if i'm any better than your sis. " he spoke with a teasing grin.
he noticed the slight tension on the other's face, but since he seemed eager to brush over it, matteo paid it no attention. it wasn't hard to guess why family might be a sore spot these days. he considered himself lucky that most of his family had passed before the world went to shit.
" you read me like a book, " he joked. " i'm always up for a round of street fighter. i like the competition. " it was written all over him that he was eager to find some sort of excitement. this was a party after all, and he had finally found good company.
"I was surviving in the woods with-" he paused and shook his head. "In the woods. I haven't had clean hair and food I didn't find in a log or in an abandoned building in forever." Will was more than content with all the amenities the mall was providing and would do his part to be able to stay there. Despite his guilt of having a nice life now he didn't want to go back to living in a tent in the woods.
"That's cool. Doctor before all this went down? I was in school but luckily I was an outdoorsy kind of guy so I was able to rough it." Will took back the bottle and did the same as Dean. The kool aid was a lot better. "How good are they at getting medical supplies here? Like do we keep them in decent supply?"
Dean quirked a brow, but he was not interested in pressing for personal details. "We've all been there... to some extent." He shrugged.
"Um, not exactly," he corrected. Dean had technically only been through enough schooling to be a nurse, but at this point, the difference between an experienced nurse and a doctor seemed inconsequential. "We have the basics," he assured. "Everything else depends on how smart your doctor is," he joked, half heartedly.
"Do you plan on getting hurt anytime soon?" He asked, half joking, as he gestured to the bottle, asking for a little more.
A chuckle danced past Vince’s lips, whether due to amusement or any other emotion was unknown. His blue eyes remained on the way the other man’s hands moved. On the way, the knife danced over wood, on the curves and shapes taking form before his very eyes. It was creation rather than destruction. Bringing something to life, rather than destroying it. He could easily kill a carrion crow from where he was without even blinking, or use his knife to end someone’s life in a matter of seconds. Without hesitation or even trembling limbs. But that was taking things. Not creating. He did not know how to create something as simple as a wooden carving.
“I usually don’t talk much but it would be rude for us to just stay here in complete silence.” Awkward even. Might as well try to make an effort to talk to someone else. His twin brother would definitely be proud of him for trying to branch out and expand his social circle. “A request?” The sniper gave it a moment to ponder, leaning down to check the scope of his rifle. His finger remained on the trigger, caressing it gently, almost as if it was helping him process the words spoken. “Surprise me.” Vince turned his head to the wood carver, his lips stretching to an almost smile before he shrugged. “That way, you can consider this a challenge and surprise me at the same time. Win-Win.”
Sliding his knife against smooth wood, Klaus was more than grateful to be able to indulge in an old hobby. He knew that it was hardly a skill that would be useful to the group, but it kept him sane. He also had Chief, but he could easily try to survive on his own if all he needed was canine companionship.
Klaus looked up, purposely trying to catch the other's gaze. " Everyone needs a good chat now and then, " he responded, pausing in his work. " You see anythin' worth investigatin' " he asked, nodding to the edge of the roof.
Klaus was still working on his little statue, but he was also willing to help when the opportunity called for it. " S'hard even just ignorin' the stragglers, " he stated, referring to the rare walking dead that wandered nearby.
"I- I mean it," he huffed out with a soft laugh, his face still pressed against the side of the other's cock as he took deep, heavy breaths; inhaling the way he smelled as he tried to catch his breath. "I- I forgot how much I liked doin' that..." Michael smiled softly as he felt the hand gently carding through his hair and petting him as the pair of them continued to ride out the come down.
"Good, I'm-- I'm glad you said that. I would hate for this to be a one of thing..." he huffed before the other's questioning allowed his own attention to finally realize, or recognize, his own aching arousal uncomfortable smothered by his jeans at the moment. "I, uh," the man shuddered softly at the feeling of the other's boot nudging against his confined hardness. "Okay, yes, we can b-but," he answered, his words breathy, as he began to push away from the other so he could stand up next to him. "I-- I don't know that I'll last very long. Don'-- don't hold that against me?"
Klaus wished he could recover faster. He already missed the feeling of the other man's mouth on him, but he held himself back once michael agreed this wouldn't be a singular event. Lips as soft as those should never be denied, in his opinion.
"Never," he muttered, before adjusting so he could grip Michael's thighs in a bruising grip, holding him tightly to make sure he stood upright.
Klaus was not shy about taking him out of his pants, letting the other's cock spring free before taking him into his mouth. He was ready for him to finish. He anticipated it, bobbing up and down at a practiced but eager pace.
mal smirks at klaus' words and nods his head. "i shall take this accomplishment and wear it like a badge of honor." mal says with a serious nod of his head, although there was a little peak of a smile at the edge of his lips. offering the strip to the dog and watching it eat was nice, seeing a animal just happily eating brought mal back to much simpler times.
"oh?" mal asked with a grin as the other said that he liked to keep cute things safe. "you talking about the dog, or little ole me?" he jested.
klaus chuckled, recognizing that any man who was friendly with animals was a man worth his salt. "an honorable title indeed," he added jokingly. chief was quick to take the treat, rubbing against mal's leg before returning to klaus' side.
"the way i see it, both can be true," he admitted. klaus never considered himself a good flirt, but he had a subtle way of expressing himself that he was grateful to anyone who picked up on it.
“alright, i think i have you all fixed up,” jeremy says with a nod of his head and a smile as he finishes wrapping up the other man's arm. “try not to do anything to crazy. the last thing we need is for you to irritate the wound and to cause it to get worse. i would say to keep to light duty for a day or two, although no duty would be ideal.” jeremy says with a hum after tying the bandage as he looked at the other with a nod of his head as he straightened himself up and dusted himself off.
“any questions or concerns i should be made aware of?”
" i wish i could make promises, " he admitted with an apologetic grin. "I don't go out of my way to risk my safety... but it seems to happen," he admitted with a casual shrug.
matteo winced as soon as he moved his arm. " well, you have anything i could get for pain? nothing crazy, i know we need to be careful," he explained, not wanting to seem desperate. he was genuinely in pain, but his tolerance was high, so he could do without unless this medic was feeling generous.
toma looked at the sweated the other man held against his chest. he tilted his head as he looked at it before shaking his head and smiling gently at him. "i think it looks just fine, matteo," toma assures with a smile, "although i suppose i'm not exactly the best with fashion."
toma usually had a styling team worry about that for him before all of this. so toma didn't think that it was wild of him to say that. although he supposes most people at least have some experience. "i quite like it myself."
"there's no way you have a face like that and you don't know how to dress," he responded, shaking his head. "what did you do before all this crap happened?" he asked, lowering the sweater and sitting down on a nearby bench.
"thanks, man. i prefer sweaters, so i was looking for something decent." he shrugged, having gotten his last sweater covered in blood during a mission.
"I haven't felt this good in months. I got to shower with warm water, I have a full belly and ah- the creepy animatronics are kinda nostalgic I guess. Having music is cool." Will sipped from a bottle he had brought himself, offering it out to the other man with a little smile. Before this Will had been that clean cut all american boy scout of a guy. Charismatic, pretty, well rounded. He was an eagle scout, he was on Student Council. The end of the world had of course roughed his edges but it never dulled his shine. He liked to think even dirty he was just a pretty as before, and hell now he was clean.
"It's schnapps. Peach. Kinda sweet but really good if you just sip it and drink water in between."
The party was nice and he had danced and eaten, now he was just sitting on the sidelines watching everything happen.
"Oh I'm Will it's nice to meet you I've been here like two weeks but I mostly kept to myself."
Dean chuckled as he listened to the younger male's observations. "It's definitely a diamond in the rough kind of deal," he agreed, taking the offered bottle
"Ah, I don't think I'll need straight water, but try this," he offered.
He had a simple cup of water that had a packet of kool-aid flavoring mixed in. He was down to drink, but he wanted a decent chaser. He took a swig of the peach schnapps and chased it with his drink before offering both to the younger male.
"Dean. I'm one of the guys you come to if you're seriously hurt," he explained, since he noticed a lot of people had a habit of treating their own wounds if they were minor.
( andrew garfield, pansexual, cismale + he/him ) welcome to the metrocenter, dean addams ! they’re a thirty three old survivor who has braved the wastes of america to join our little flock. they’ve decided to employ their skills as a MEDIC which will help us out tons. from our psych eval we can determine they’re pragmatic, loyal, decisive, but have also been noted to be cynical, stubborn, and sadistic. they didn’t have much when they got here, except for a sewing kit, a silver angel pendant, and a spent bullet casing.
STATS.
— name: dean addams
— age: 33
— gender: cismale
— pronouns: he/him
— notable features: small scars on the left side of his neck
— piercings: none
— tattoos: none
— skills: basic gun proficiency, fishing, medical knowledge (former nurse), sewing and needle work
— relatives: father, mother (deceased), one younger brother, one younger sister
BIO.
dean was born to a fisherman family in washington
they weren't rich, but he always remembered them having daily comforts, at the expense of his father being away for months at a time
when he was old enough, he was able to join his father, and he remembered how his dad praised him for being too good at gutting a fish
he recognized early on that he was a little different from most people, because he was a little too comfortable with doing things others wouldn't, and he felt no guilt about it
that was how he found himself getting into healthcare work, he had the stomach for it, and he could pretend to have a decent bedside manner
in reality, he just wanted to have a decent paycheck without having to put in too much schooling, so he was content being a nurse because with experience, he considered some of them to be just as good as doctors
when the red flu started spreading, dean recognized the signs of something darker to come, so he completely called off work and did what he assumed his father would want him to
he had been living with his younger sister when the news warnings started to hit, so they had begun to stay at their family house with their mother and youngest brother again since their father was away on a fishing job
it progressed too quickly, and the addams siblings found themselves in an inescapable situation, so dean made the hard decision to sacrifice their mother to save them all
he assumed their mother would do anything to protect her children, but his younger siblings still blamed him for her death
because of that grudge, they all eventually went their separate ways and dean has no idea if the remainder of his family is alive
eventually, he heard news of the metrocenter, and made his way there, advocating for himself with his medical knowledge
Matteo had found his moment of comfort. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, and he found himself just watching the party in the middle of petey possum's. He had already eaten his fill of pizza, and now he found himself dancing along with one of the animatronics of the place. "It's a surprise you work," he mused, grinning when someone finally approached him or accidentally fell against him. "Is this one your favorite?" He asked, nudging them playfully.
Michael gagged again as the other tensed in his mouth; as the first spurt shot into the back of his throat. He recovered well enough, managing to swallow the rest with more ease though some spilled out of his mouth from the sides and dribbled down the length of the man's cock but Michael was quick to lick and suck it up; eagerly chasing after every last drop while doing his best not to make a mess of the other's space where he slept. "Taste better than the whiskey..."
Despite letting the other fall from his mouth, Michael remained there on his knees; his face pressed firmly into the other's crotch area, his lips against the side of the man's cock; licking and kissing at it between quick, stolen breaths.
"Can," he whispered as he looked up at the other again. "Can we do that again...?"
Small gasps continued to escape him as his newly sensitive cock was thoroughly cleaned with a soft tongue. "Ya know how to flatter, pretty," he complimented, continuing to gently pet the other as they both came down.
"I'd like that," he admitted with a soft smile. "As long as you let me help you in return." He shifted his leg carefully, nudging his boot gently against the other's neglected and still clothed cock.
His breathing heavy, he kept his eyes locked up on the other as he managed to find a bit more confidence in the bobbing of his head. He was still gagging every other swallow, but now it was less of a sign of inexperience and more of a declaration of Michael's desire to please him; to take every last inch of him down his throat while he sat back and enjoyed himself.
Groaning, his nostrils flaring as the sound vibrated in his mouth and throat around the other man, his eyes began to flutter between being opened and closed as the man began rolling his hips; fucking into Michael's mouth as he told him he was going to cum in his mouth; as he called him pretty.
The wet sounds of his eager sucking only grew louder, more desperate even, as he began moving his head back and forth with more fervor. His movements were sloppy still but determined. He wanted the man to cum; he wanted to taste his load, and swallow it if he could. He just wanted to be good for him.
A few more deep thrusts were all it took for Klaus to finally cum down the other's throat. His grip became painfully tight as his whole body tensed and his cum spurted out. "Drink it all for me, pretty," he asked gently, mindful of making a mess of his cot. His grip relaxed after another moment, and he gently carded his fingers through Michael's hair, winding down, but still enjoying all the slick sounds and moans coming from the other's mouth.
Klaus had come sooner than he wanted to, but he hoped that the other might be willing to go again in the future. He was eager to teach him more about fooling around with a buddy.
He was intoxicated by it all; by the way the man tasted on his tongue, in his throat; by the feeling of his hands in his hair; by the sounds he made, praising Michael for his efforts despite his lack talent. He was drunk off it, and drunk for it; he needed more; wanted more.
Without pulling away, coughing but keeping himself wrapped around the other's length, he looked up with wet, glassy eyes filled with lust; his saliva coating the other's cock and dribbling down his shaft, pushed by Michael's lips, to dampen his balls as he fell back into a pattern; bobbing his head back and forth.
He worked himself back down again, swallowing the man's length inch by inch until he felt the head rubbing against the back of his throat. The sensation made him gag again but the sound of struggle was quickly followed by a muffled moan. He was enjoying this; especially knowing that the man was enjoying it too.
Meeting his gaze, Klaus was flattered by the sight of this man, clearly desperate for his cock. There was no way he was going to last long against the other's determination. Using one hand to brace himself, he curled his fingers into Michael's hair again, not forcing him down, but preventing him from pulling away.
He rolled his hips, properly fucking his mouth as he felt himself quickly growing closer. "I'm going to cum in your pretty mouth," he warned, letting himself get lost in the sensation of his head hitting the back of his throat. He was careful not to be too forceful, but his pace was quickening as his eyes fell shut.
"You," Michael whispered; he had pulled back just barely, the head of the other's cock brushing against his lips as he looked up at him, "--you taste really good." Taking him back into his mouth, he focused on the tip with his tongue as a muffled groan escaped him; as he began to really savor the taste of him in his mouth.
Those wide eyes still turned up to look at him, Michael gave his head a slight nod as he tried to do as he was told. Working him deeper, he tried to focus on keeping his lips over his teeth as he began slowly bobbing his head back and forth; the room around them echoing, a bit, with the sounds of his eager sucking. Another groan sound in his throat, heavier this time, as he felt the man's hands on his head again; turning Michael on even more as he took a bit more control; twisting through his hair and gently starting to push him down to encourage him to take more.
His lack of skill reared it's head as he gagged, his throat constricting around the intrusion and trying to push him back; his eyes watered as he pulled back a bit, so he could catch his breath, before he fell forward again in a stubborn attempt to take more.
Klaus was transfixed by the sight and sounds of the other working his mouth over his cock. Anything he lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm. Several rough groans escaped his own mouth and he resisted pushing the other man beyond his limits.
His efforts failed, and he immediately released his grip when the other started choking. He opened his mouth to apologize, but the words died on his tongue as he was once again engulfed by a warm, wet heat.
"Fuck, pretty. It's either been a while, or you're better with your mouth than I thought," he mused, cupping his face and rubbing his thumb over his cheek to feel the impression of his length. It was probably both, but neither mattered to Klaus in that moment. "You're doing so good," he praised through another groan as he felt his tip hit the back of his throat.
Another hum vibrated at the back of his throat as he felt the fingers carding through his hair; helping to ground him in that moment and also comfort him. "Fuck buddy..." looking down after the man unzipped his pants, Michael stared for a moment at the thick shaft now hanging free in front of his face.
Looking up at the other, as if he was needing permission, he nodded his head as the man told him to show him how he used that pretty mouth. Reaching up, he gingerly wrapped his right hand around the girthy base of his cock and gave it a gently squeeze; shaking his length up and down a few times to get a feel for how heavy it was as he leaned closer to it. He wasn't an expert, by any means, but he was eager. Dipping down, he stuck his tongue out and swiped over the head of the man's cock as if it were a piece of candy; getting used to how he tasted with a few licks and swipes before being bold enough to wrap his lips around him and begin trying to take him into his mouth.
Feeling his fingers wrap around his shaft, Klaus shifted his hips, urging him along. When he finally felt his mouth wrap around him, he gasped, leaning back slightly, but he still held himself up enough to see Michael's face. "Dammit, pretty," he cursed under his breath, unapologetic about the nickname.
"I think you can take more," he urged, pressing further into his warm mouth, only halfway in, but it was more pleasure than he had felt in a long time. His hand had reached up again to run through his hair, gently coaxing him further down his cock, but not forcing him down yet. He tried to keep in mind that the other had minimal experience, but he already felt so good.
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