It's the End of the World As We Know It

Tucker Prince - Hunter

[survivalbynumbers]

( ashby gentry, homosexual, cis male + he/him/his ) welcome to the metrocenter, tucker prince ! they’re a twenty-three year old survivor who has braved the wastes of america to join our little flock. they’ve decided to employ their skills as a hunter which will help us out tons. from our psych eval we can determine they’re driven, methodical, resourceful , but have also been noted to be stubborn, arrogant, cold. they didn’t have much when they got here, expect for a solar powered graphing calculator, a recurve bow, a violin.

bio: Tucker lived a normal life before the world ended- normal for him anyway, a single father raised him and pushed him to achieve, above and beyond achieve. tucker was pushed to do every after school activity he could be put in to, first of all it was childcare, but also it meant he would be well developed and get into a good college which was all he wanted for his boy. to achieve. and so tucker did, he excelled, thrived even. while his true talents were in mathematics and that is what he ended up in college for. of course he wasn't a robot and had passions of his own including archery and playing violin, all things he had been forced to do when he was young.

WIP

[matterofsurvival]

[ LOCATION: INFIRMARY ]

Everything was... new. Maybe not new in the grander scheme of things, but the circumstances were new. Little over six months ago, Alistair had a nice comfortable job at a hospital. Cutting people up for a living was thrilling! Who didn't want to be a surgeon and make the big bucks? But what was once an idyllic fairy tale quickly became a nightmare. Patients at the hospital that had been diagnosed with some rare form of virus began attacking people. The infection spread. A nightmare taken form and happening before everyone's eyes. No one knew who patient zero was. He definitely didn't. And after months on the run, living of whatever scraps he could find and keeping a low profile from those flesh eating abominations... someone found him and brought him to the Metrocenter. Survivors gathered there like moths to a flame. It's been what... one or two days since he had arrived? It was almost like watching the birth of a new civilization. No class disparities, no ego trips... almost like whatever happened six months ago pressed the damn reset button and tossed society into a binder.

"Not a bad layout." Alistair checked the cabinets. Whatever he could think of finding, it was already there. Mostly things to deal with light injuries and the likes - but enough to provide assistance in the case someone needed their intestines rearranged. Which he really hoped they didn't because that would... be a complicated procedure in that setting. "Here I thought the end of the freakin' world had sent everyone into a disarray and this little gem shines like a beacon." He closes the cabinet, rolling his shoulders back as he keeps looking around the infirmary. It was... passable. If anyone ever needed surgery, things would be complicated but doable. Thank fuck for those army medics conferences he went to. Make do with what one had. "If ye' have the strong stuff..." Like morphine and the likes. "Ye' better keep that under lock and key." He didn't know anyone at the Metrocenter yet. For all he knew, there would be some junkies around wanting a quick fix. The world had gone to shit regardless.

[survivalbynumbers]

"oh I have no idea if they have anything like that here, I am sure they don't and if they did it would certainly be locked up. It's pretty safe here. I even turned over most of the things I found on my way here. Most of them anyway." Will looked around just as much as the doctor did, he wasn't but a few weekend into his tenure of the city. Will had been a survivalist for fun before the apocalypse and the zombies, so he was pretty well equipped to keep up with living in the wild and fending off zombies, just treating them like any other wild animal helped.

"It's nice to not have to sleep in trees and take real baths now you know? It really is gem and I think we should do everything in our power to take care of it. the people here have been obscenely nice for me. They even helped me bury my friends."

[rottenresolve]

Chad grins to himself, "Sure, Dexter. Whatever helps you feel like a little rulebreaker." He says, allowing the shorter male to tuck himself against his side while they walked. It felt natural to have the boy pressed into him like this. As if Tucker had been built to fit against Chad. "I've got my letterman jacket. It might be too big on you, but it'll keep you warm." He offers, grinning down at Tucker. "It's nice to get away and just do something with somebody, y'know?" Alex was enjoying Petey Possum's, and Chad was more than happy to break away with Tucker if it meant more alone time with him. Elysium came into view, beckoning them with the promise of a ferris wheel ride and nothing but each other's company. "You know how to turn that bad boy on?"

[survivalbynumbers]

"It would most definitely be too big for me Chad. There is no might to it." Tucker clicked his tongue and shook his head though eh smiled non the less as they made their way to the ferris wheel. His mood soured just a bit when Chad mentioned it was nice to get away and just do something with SOMEONE. Meaning it didn't have to be him. Tucker wondered if the jock even knew what he was doing to him. All the unintended teasing was taking a toll on Tucker. As the ferris wheel came into view he sprinted over to where the controls were.

"Of course I can get it working." as if it were even a question he had read the manual out of curiosity months ago. He began to flick switches and turn knobs, bringing the ride to life with a hum. He had it on a delay so they could have time to get into the gondola. "Let's get on it will be on a two minute delay for us."

[livingcvrpses]

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.

[survivalbynumbers]

"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?"

[rottenresolve]

Chad gives Tucker a smile, "Can we really consider it sneaking around if we're just allowed to wander over there?" He lifts his hands above his chest, "Not that I mind. It's kinda cute seeing you like this." Chad complimenting Tucker like that is lost on the jock who was completely enamored with the shorter boy. "Awesome. Sounds like a plan. I'll grab the pizza and coke. You wait for me by the entrance, okay?" He chucks Tucker gently beneath his chin, jogging over to a nearby table so he can gather their dinner. Petey Possum, offered medium-sized pizza boxes perfect for leftovers. He got two slices of pepperoni and two slices of cheese. One Dr.Pepper for himself, and one Coke for Tucker. Chad returned to Tucker quickly, eager to get their little adventure on the road. Outside of Petey Possum's the mall was quiet. Scruffy lad left some soft jazz playing, giving everything an almost otherworldly quality. He walked holding their dinner with his other hand tucked into the pocket of his leatherman jacket. "You doing okay, Tucker? You cold or anything?" It was lost on Chad that they were basically on a date which Tucker surely would have picked up on. He had more than enough brain cells for the both of them, after all.

[survivalbynumbers]

"It's still kind of sneaking because we are supposed to be at the party." he said with a little shrug. He looked down and to the side to disguise the color painting his cheeks at being called cute. He was sure that Chad had no idea what kind of things saying stuff like that did to Tucker. Luckily he was smart enough to shove off the idea that it meant anything more than a surface level compliment. Like when you called a dog cute perhaps. Clearing his throat he nodded and headed to where he would wait for the jock to come back with things.

"No I'm not cold. Besides your hands are full how would you keep me warm anyway." Tucker reached up and grabbed the drinks so he could carry something, tucking himself in as close to Chad as he could get while they could both still walk. "What made you want to do something like this? Just because I wanted to?"

[engineeredego]

☣︎ - "Nice, bro. I'm glad you're able to really sink in and have a good time." The steamy box of food-grade transport and storage obscured his face briefly. Though, his frame dwarfed the pizzas in tow. He'd peek from one side to commemorate that moment just long enough to hint that he needed to scoot by. And the man was by no means a minute long. Broad shoulders eclipsed the sides as his hands kept everything from spilling to the ground. Like he rehearsed thousands of times in a prior setting. He scoots, slipping past him with every second mentally noted. He accommodated for one survivor or another, making sure he didn't collide with the young man. Far too self-aware and conscious to let it happen. "Is Schnapps your thing?" He kept the conversation rolling, multitasking as fresh pies refilled the ones missing. And the holder would keep others hot and ready to swap when the time needed. "You see JJ over there?" He gestured to a gentleman with a tall hat and cowboy boots. "He's got a bottle of the cleanest bourbon. Mix one part schnapps to two parts bourbon. Kiss it with a little lemon juice. Orange juice if you got it. And you got one of the best byways of Georgia on this side of the Mississippi." He smiled. "Well, Will...you may know this...but I'm Bill." He pointed to the sectioned-off space by the door. "Buck's napping. He's my little furbaby but he snores like a bear." Looked like a little Lion, though.

[survivalbynumbers]

"Everyone here is pretty accommodating. I appreciate how easy it has been to join in and- yeah." And the fact they nobody was prying too much into how he got there. It seemed there was a enough trauma to go around for it all to just be the past so long as he was willing to be a good community member while he was here. He had decided to fill a gap in the ranks of the gardeners. He had always been handy, and being a scout meant he was well rounded but he had always excelled in survival and that included growing food.

"Uh not really. I mean it was really just a grab what you can grab kinda thing as I traveled here? Supplies are supplies and stuff with less sugar can be used for antiseptic if need be so have to drink the sugary stuff to conserve what we can use." he said with a little nod to the bottle, even if it wasn't his favorite it did it's job. It drowned out the guilt and let him have fun with everyone else. "It's nice to meet you Bill and I'd be happy to meet Buck when he's not sleeping." Will said with a laugh as he put down his bottle. "You want a hand with some of the pizzas? I don't mind helping out."

[medichastings]

He was attracted to Tucker, that was somewhat apparent from the beginning with the way he fumbled through their conversation, but this almost felt more crude. He'd apologize, maybe tomorrow after he was able to clear his head a bit, for giving into such debase thoughts and desires and throwing himself at Tucker rather than continuing to get to know him-- because Michael did want to get to know him, but how was he supposed to concentrate when Tucker was kissing him like that; when he was looking at him like that?

Kissing his way back up the dip from Tucker's shoulder to the side of his neck, up to his jaw, to his chin, Michael groaned under his breath against him before finally pressing their lips together again; really kissing him as Tucker moved his hands aside to help unfasten his pants. "Jesus bud," Michael's words were low and heavy as he took a step back to appreciate the view as the last bits of Tucker's clothes fell out of the way. "Jesus," he repeated himself, his eyes widening as his gaze dropped to the weighty cock hanging between the younger's legs.

Without saying anything else, Michael shrugged off his coat and quickly peeled off his shirt; unbuckling his jeans and almost tripping himself as he tried to kick his shoes, his pants, and his underwear off all in one rushed shake of his legs like some over zealous teenager about to have their first time; stumbling back towards Tucker the whole time, eager to get his hands back on him; his lips.

"Tuck," he whispered the nickname he had decided to give the other as he finally got out of his own clothes; as he finally grabbed onto the boy's hip with his left hand to give himself an anchor point as he pulled himself closer; as he stole yet another kiss from those pretty, soft lips of his. "You're fucking gorgeous."

[survivalbynumbers]

Tucker was more than taken with Michael and his body was betraying in in every moment as he kissed and clung to the older man, grinding his growing erection against the other as he leaned up into him. Arms back around his broad shoulders. Where skin met skin Tucker was on fire with desire, his growing arousal brushing against Michael, slowly getting larger as the moments between them passed. Deep hungry kisses. Wanton groping hands.

"Gorgeous huh? I could say the same about you, you know. You look like a Disney Prince." Tucker pulled the other man back onto his mattress with him. Spreading out and pulling Michael on top of him as he kissed him. Rutted against him. Deep open mouth kisses where Tucker's tongue explored Michael's mouth, his cheeks rubbed by Michael's beard, ignoring where it felt a little raw in favor of the pleasure going on down below. "I want you. I really really want you."

[survivalbynumbers]

event: pizzeria fringes

"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."

[rottenresolve]

This was pushing every line of heterosexual comfort that he had ever known, but he suddenly didn't mind. Tucker was tiny. Smaller than his girlfriend, even. It made those hands upon his chest feel..comforting, in a way. "I'd go anywhere with you, Dexter." Chad assures the boy, resting a hand upon the small of his back. "Y'know the Department Store here has a ferris wheel. I could get it started and we can go on it together.." Chad offers, pretty sure between the two of them that they would be able to figure out the controls to the machine. With most of the Metrocenter in the Food Court celebrating the pair would have free reign to explore as they wished.

[survivalbynumbers]

"Wait really? Want so sneak out and go there and ride it together? Now?" he asked with a little smile, his eyes lighting up with excitement at the prospect of getting to ride a ferris wheel. He gave Chad's chest another little squeeze before letting go of his chest, suddenly very away of how Chad was holding him tightly like that. The warm hand on his back. He got so confused sometimes from the signals he got from Chad sometimes. Like this. It was all very...intimate. "We should take some pizza with us. And some coke. And maybe see if there are some clothes to salvage from the department store."

[scavengerfirestone]

"Yeah," Wyatt answered back with a smile. "You do. You're not as big as I am but," he pursed his lips, even going as far as letting out a soft whistle as Will flexed a bit and lazily showed off his physique, "--you look really good dude." Still smiling, his grin so wide it took up most of his face, he kept his hand held up between them for a moment longer as the other complimented his ring. "Thanks dude, I worked really hard for it. Most people just think it's nice bling and don't understand how hard it is to earn. I might let you wear it sometime," he teased with a wink. "If you're lucky." It wasn't much but that offer alone was proof that, in his own way, Wyatt was already fond of him.

"Lead the way dude," clapping his hand on Will's shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze, he then finally let it fall back to rest at his side before moving away from the game. He could rack up another score later. "I don't really drink a lot of soda, gatorade has been my go-to for awhile, but we can just use coke since they have that here? Wait," another flicker of thought dawned in his eyes, "I have a few bottles of cherry juice left that I brought with me. If you want I can go grab one and just meet you at your bunk."

[survivalbynumbers]

Will preened when the other complimented even if it was just a slight one. His own vanity wouldn't let him not revel in it. Will smiled back as he looked at the ring and then back up at Wyatt. "Yeah lots of hard work, Long sweaty nights where you worked till your body was aching and you were so exhausted you could barely move huh?" he said a little laugh at his slight suggestion. "I would love to try it on some time."

"I would love that. My bunk is the first store front after the stairs to the left. Just come on in." Will winked at Wyatt and headed off to his bunk, going to his bunk he tidied up, grabbing the bottles from his stash, an almost full bottle of lemon flavored vodka. Had to love a college town lots of booze if you looked for it.

Then unable to help himself he began to check himself out in the mirror, if he was going to entertain he wanted to look good, and Wyatt was handsome so why not? He took a comb to that thick dark hair he was so proud of, dabbing on cologne on his neck, unbuttoning the top of his shirt.

Pouring a generous pour of vodka into the cups. "Come on in Mayor Mercer."

[medichastings]

His heart was racing. It felt like it was about to beat right out of his chest as he looked down at Tucker. Another huff of breath escaped him, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, just before he was caught up in another stolen, warm kiss. This had started as nothing more than a distraction-- something to keep them from thinking about their pasts, and their present-- but as Michael's teeth lightly dug into Tucker's bottom lip, as his the fingers on his left hand dug into the soft skin of his stomach while his right hand tightened around the side of the other's neck, none of that mattered anymore. Distraction or not, all the man could think about now was how badly he wanted him; how badly he wanted Tucker. He hadn't wanted anybody like this since, well, since Sarah.

Squeezing his hand tight around Tucker's, he followed along behind him; his movements a bit unsteady as he tried to adjust to the discomfort of his erection caught in the tight fabric of his jeans. His mouth kept falling open, he kept trying to say something-- anything, really-- as he was led into the private space of where Tucker was currently residing but nothing came out. What was he supposed to say anyway? He'd already admitted how he wanted the younger man. Anything now just felt gratuitous; like overkill.

"Wow," he was impressed with the set up Tucker had, especially with the bed and pillow that looked hand made, but that was not what his exclamation was for. That was for Tucker.

Instantly moving towards him, stumbling over his own feet, the man's hands were quick to find their way back to Tucker's waist; pulling him close again as he bent down to kiss and bite against the side of Tucker's neck; following the curve line of it down to his now bared shoulder. "I'm sure. I really want this," he grumbled under his breath before biting, softly, into Tucker's shoulder as his hands began to fumble with the clasp of the younger's pants. "More than I know how to handle..."

[survivalbynumbers]

Tucker wanted to tell Michael how handsome he thought he was. Like a prince. Those eyes, his beard, his lips. Those hands. Fuck he would be dreaming about those hands for months to come he was sure of it. So big against him. Fingers deft and nimble he moved to undo his own pants for Michael, shedding them as well, letting all of his clothing pool on the floor at his feet as he stood there. Bare for the other man. A why mischievous smile on that sweet face of his. Not an ounce of shame in him.

Tucker moved to begin undressing Michael with an equal fervor wanting to see him just as naked. Wanted to go back to kissing and being held. He wanted to make the other moaned for him. Wanted Michael to come undone for him. Hands exploring over Michael's body, along his chest and down his stomach looping fingers into his waistband wanting to free him from those as well.

[scavengerfirestone]

There was definitely no point in worrying about the game now, especially after Will asked him about a ring. "I thought you played. You have that look about you bro," throwing the rifle back into it's holder, he turned his attention fully on Will; holding out his right hand, palm facing himself, to flash the unnecessarily large high school championship ring he wore on his right ring finger; a hint to the way he acted as if he were still in high school; to the way he clung onto his glory days, the only time he was ever actually happy, rather than maturing and growing up to face reality. "You bet your sweet ass they did! I've worn it every day since I earned it, this baby is basically my good luck charm." It worked well enough at getting him into bed with the local moms anyway.

"The--" he paused, his brows furrowing as Will's comment brought out a flicker of light in the man's eyes. "The Mayor of the Mall has a killer ring to it dude." It was only a flicker. "I'll have to talk to someone about that but, no, I don't have any kind of title or anything like that here. They didn't want to put that much pressure on me, even though I could easily lead. They, uh," he almost faltered but, thankfully, it was more of a hiccup; after one breath he was right back to keeping his head shoved up his own ass. "--are letting me relax since I've already done so much. I'm always down to drink though." Especially if it was someone else's treat. "Where's your stash at?"

[survivalbynumbers]

"Oh yeah? Do I?" Will smiled a bit at that and flexed a bit, he was in great shape, being a boyscout, a football player. Generally all american. Other than the fact that he bent his coach over a bench sometimes after practice. And his scout master. But that was just a few times. A week. He looked at the ring and was genuinely impressed. It wasn't like it took no skill to win something like that. "Fuck that's cool man. Beautiful ring."

"Come on it's in my bunk." Resourceful as always he had taken one of the more run down store fronts, even in his guilt he had decided to do his best to make it livable. Taking stuff he had brought with him and scrap he found around nobody wanted. He didn't even know what kind of store the place had been before really. "Let's grab something to mix though. Uh- coke ok? Or are you a pepsi guy?" he would have liked some juice really but that seemed a bit more unobtainable and there was coke at the party.

[medichastings]

He wasn't used to acting on these thoughts and impulses, these desires, so maybe that was why he seemed to be rushing things along but despite the hurry he seemed to be in his attraction to Tucker, his intoxication, was a bit uncoordinated but completely genuine. Humming against him, his teeth gently dragging over the pulse point in the other's neck, Michael's fingers began to trace higher up Tucker's stomach; pushing his shirt up more as if they weren't still in an incredibly public place.

"That would be a good idea buddy," he mumbled, his words somewhat lost in the heaviness of his breath as he reluctantly took a step back so Tucker could have some space again; so he could lead the way if he wanted too. "Sooner would probably be better than later too," he huffed out, the front of his jeans making it pretty apparent where Michael's mind was now. "Not sure everyone else would appreciate if we stayed here."

[survivalbynumbers]

Tucker was used to clumsy, rough, and normally rushed. Men who would sneer at him later, call him names, hit him. So this was- well this was nice. Unexpected but nice. He was leaning into every touch. Sweaty second string college jocks were nothing compared to Michael though everything about him felt very much out of Tucker's league if you asked him. His freckled cheeks flushed as he leaned up to get more of that soft warm mouth against his own.

Tucker took Michael by the hand and pulled him with him. A hurried little shuffle as they moved out of the pizzeria and up toward his bookstore, all of it so careful arranged to give him living space and preserve his precious books. At the very back in the backroom of the place, his bed, a pallet made up with a mattress he wove together into a thick cord and then sewed into shape. An archaic way to make a mattress. Scrap fabric and all. His pillow made the same way. He shut the the stockroom door so they were alone and peels back his shirt to show off, his body thin but not soft, he had wanted to be an Olympic archer, and the muscle tone in his shoulders and arms showed it. The faint line of abs along his smooth stomach. "You really want this right?"

[scavengerfirestone]

Simply nodding along at the compliment, Wyatt turned back to face the game as Will stepped up and got into position; grabbing the second rifle and holding it with the confidence of someone that not only knew how to play the game but didn't feel the need to gloat about it; a stark contrast to Wyatt.

He was playing with ease, hitting every mark and easily racking up his score, only to falter, missing an easy shot, when Will broke the silence and asked him a follow up question.

"Am I a local hero or something? You don't know who I am?" Wyatt responded, dropping his rifle a bit to the point that he was no longer playing as he turned to face the younger man again.

"You are in for a treat bro. I am Mistwoods one and only Might Mercer-- the Wyatt Mercer. I'm like Mistwood's jesus," no, he wasn't. "I didn't just win us the state title, I took us all the way and won the national championship in football," in 1979. Now he was just a washed up has-been. "I'm practically royalty around here." Again, no he wasn't; his arrogance just went to show how out of touch with reality he really was.

But at least he still had his looks.

For the most part.

[survivalbynumbers]

Oh and all of a sudden they weren't playing the game at all anymore. This man was telling him about who he was and how he was Jesus? Will wasn't very religious but he definitely didn't think someone should call themselves that. "Oh that is really cool. Our football team was shit when I was in high school but I played a little. I was like runner up kicker. Like I said we were shit. Did they give you a ring or anything?"

"Um so you're like mayor of the mall or something? That is cool I met you right out the gate. Wyatt, you uh- you want to grab something ro drink? I have a few bottles I nabbed on the way here and we can use mixers to stretch them further if you want. My treat. For THE Wyatt Mercer." Will actually thought he other seemed a bit too...young at heart, to be in charge of anything really but maybe he was wrong? You never knew. And he was new after all.

[medichastings]

He wasn't entirely sure if it was Tucker himself or just the sensation of kissing someone, of holding someone, but with each passing second Michael found himself being pulled deeper into the kiss; growing more and more intoxicated by the other's lips against his own. In fact, as Tucker broke away from him to speak-- and maybe even catch his breath-- Michael's right hand abandoned the younger's waist to reach up and grip at the side of his neck; to silently pull him closer and say come back without having to waste his breath on the words themselves; his lips quickly finding their way back to Tucker's.

Groaning against him, the arm around the other's waist shifted again as Michael's finger's begin to push against the hem of his shirt; testing the waters, dipping underneath the fabric to drag his calloused finger tips against the skin of his lower back; his facial hair scratching against the youngers soft face as he stubbornly moved against him; his tongue pushing between his lips the moment they parted and invited him in.

"Really cute." He whispered, his voice a bit rougher and more hoarse now as he finally slowed down enough to actually respond; to look at Tucker again. "You, yeah. You are too. Should we, uh, should we go somewhere else? Somewhere more private?" His resolve only lasted for a few more seconds before Michael was leaning in again; this time his lips finding their way to the side of Tucker's neck and jaw as he repeated himself. "Really cute..."

[survivalbynumbers]

Tucker giggled softly as the other kissed his neck and jaw and called him cute. Really cute, even. HIs body responding on it's own to the way the other touched him, the way those warm calloused fingers found the smooth supple skin of his stomach under his shirt. The taste of Michael's tongue still on his own as he tilted his head to let the other have whatever access he wanted to him.

"yeah do you want to go back to my um. place? Where I sleep." he said softly. It wasn't exactly an apartment but it kind of was. He'd share it with Michael though if he wanted to get Tucker all to himself. Tucker rolled his body into the other's, sweet friction making him let out a soft whine. This really turned out to be one hell of a distraction.

[scavengerfirestone]

Cupping his right hand underneath the rifle, he stroked it back and forth as if he were giving himself a hand job before faking an orgasm; his hips shuddering as he shook the weapon as if it were his own. "Hell yeah!"

Wyatt had been called plenty of things in his life. A legend; an idiot; a hometown hero; a washed up drunk; a heartthrob; the mom's favorite-- the point is, Wyatt had been called plenty of things in his life.

Mature was never one of them.

"Smart call little dude," he laughed, adjusting his grip around the game's controller before turning to face the younger man approaching him. "You wouldn't be able to handle me if you tried to take me on." Wyatt joked. "I'm Mercer-- or Wyatt-- but you probably already knew that." He put on his best smile and gave the other a quick wink; clearly forgetting that not everyone here was a local, and ignoring the fact that Will was probably too young to really know who he was. His mom probably knew him though if they were from the area.

"Jump on in bro." He added on with a nod to the other rifle holstered for a second player, "Try and keep up."

[survivalbynumbers]

Will looked and raised a brow, looking the man up and down. Clearly he was handsome, though maybe he had been more handsome in the past than he was now. Though that wasn't something Will would say out loud. The show boating was a bit obnoxious but beggars couldn't be choosers. He was new and should play along. "Nice high score er- dude."

Will picked up the toy gun and hefted it in his hands. Looking over it. With a nod he cocked the gun and joined the fray. He was more than capable of keeping up. He had decent hand eye coordination. "So uh Wyatt. You a local hero or something? Sorry I'm from further to the east. So not really sure who anyone is. My friends and I were looking for some civilization and yeah." he took a few shots, making sure to give Wyatt adequate cover fire.

[medichastings]

"Sorry, I'm not uncertain," He admitted with a soft breath, his lips settling into an easy smile as Tucker reached up to wrap his arms around his shoulder's; fingers sliding through his hair, pulling him ever so slightly closer, as the younger leaned up into him. "Just wasn't expectin' that is all, I--" Michael whispered as his own hands found their way to Tucker's waist; anchoring him to the younger man as he ducked down and met the other's lean with his own.

"I want," the words were hushed, lost behind their lips as he slowly pressed into the kiss. "I want..." closing his eyes, he melted into the embrace. He started slow; patient; reserved; but that only lasted for a moment, or two, before Michael's hands were moving to wrap his arms around the younger's waist, hooking into the small of his back, as he pulled him more flush against himself and gave into the growing heat between them; groaning under his breath as he stubbornly latched onto Tucker's lips.

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Tucker kissed back, leaning into Michael the way the other held him made him just a bit giddy, it was warm and intimate and it made him feel a kind of acceptance he hadn't known he wanted. He laughed softly as he pulled back for a moment to breathe. "Well. Now I do believe you think I'm cute." he said with a little smirk before he went back in to kiss the other, he had never been able to go to bars and be picked up or pick them up. So this was foreign but nice.

Michael's lips weren't super smooth but they were still soft and warm and he enjoyed each and every kiss. Parting his own lips to let the older man have access to his mouth if he wanted. A bit of tongue never hurt anyone right? His arms wrapped around Michael's shoulders like someone was going to take the older man away from him. "You're a good kisser."