I think I'll Take My Whiskey Neat
Summary: The reader has been traveling with Joel and Ellie for awhile, and the group has finally made it to Jackson. What will Joel Miller do now that for a moment he doesn't have to worry about keeping you safe, but can think about making you feel good.
Word Count: 4835
Warnings: None other than filth times a million
I think I’ll take my whiskey neat
If you can sit in a barrel
maybe i'll wait
until that day
“Ain’t too bad mhm (y/n),” Joel says after looking around the surprisingly crowded room and then fixing his eyes upon you.
Ain’t too bad?
Those aren’t the words that come to mind when you think about your current situation.
There no longer being 2,000+ miles between you, Joel, Ellie and Jackson ain’t too bad. Washing off said 2000+ miles in Tommy and Maria’s freezing cold shower ain’t too bad. Hell, depending on if you got him drunk enough Joel might even insist that good ole Will Livingston ain’t too bad.
But, nestled beside Joel Miller in a secluded corner of an otherwise crowded bar is worlds away from being ain’t too bad. This being the only bar in this little Jackson safe haven means so many patrons that you and Joel are squeezed into a booth that would still be relatively uncomfortable for a man half the size of Joel.
Such close corners in fact that you’ve got to lean in real close, per Joel’s innocent request, towards his good ear as you speak. And, is surely the only reason why one of his arms is draped over the back of the booth behind you cutting whatever remaining space there was between you both.
“Ain’t too bad,” you say while leaning in close to Joel. You know better than to make Joel repeat himself. A lesson you tell yourself you’ve learned as to give him a break from Ellie’s defiance, and not because the very gravel of his voice lures you instantly into submission like kindling to a flame.
In the split second before the rim of Joel’s whiskey glass touches his unfairly pink lips you swear they curl into a smile. Even if it’s for a moment, and underneath multi-colored string lights with one or two bulbs out, it’s beautiful to see. To be this close to Joel outside of a life or death situation feels far too indulgent. It’s the way that for the first time you’re able to notice how the silver strands of his mustache swirl with the chestnut like Van Gogh’s goddamn Starry Night. Or that as you take in his scent all the nights where he’d insisted on taking first watch so you could fall asleep beside the warm fire only to be woken up in the morning as he hands you a cup of black coffee come flooding back.
“You alright darlin,’” Joel asks knowingly. There’s no excuse as to why he leans in so close to you as he asks. Even though underneath his gaze you can feel your heart pounding in your chest, both of your ears work fine.
If Ellie were here this is exactly when she’d say some smart ass remark to cut the tension. Something about your face getting stuck like that for how you’re looking at Joel, or that she didn’t know Joel even knew how to do anything else besides scowl. But she’s not here, in fact, it’s the first time that it’s just you and Joel.
You and Joel.
“Mhm,” you say back, trying not to squirm under his full attention. It’s not that you don’t like it, the problem is how much you do. How in this moment you know that with every fiber of your being you’d do anything to keep his eyes on you. This feeling of desire sends more of a rush throughout your body than whatever cheap liquor the bartender poured in your cup.
“Think Tommy will mind if we add another round to his tab?”.
Joel gestures to the now empty glass in his hand. Oh, his hands. You can imagine his hands sanding the delicate molding of a house effortlessly working off of years of repetition. Images of his body so in tune with the soft yet firmness needed to craft something, that his mind can drift off and his hands can do all the work. He works smoothly, with the grain of the wood, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply to get it to work with him. Not against him. Before you know it you begin to wonder if he could mold you just as easily into whatever he desired with those very same hands?
“Think you can handle another round Miller?” you wager with a false confidence you hope turns into something real.
“It takes much more than a few glasses to take a man like me down darlin’. Now how about you, has that whiskey got you feeling warm yet?”.
His words are dripped in suggestion and coated with desire. Whether it's the heat rising to your cheeks, or the whiskey, you’re feeling more than warm. You’d almost forgotten that with the right person it was possible to feel like your entire body was on fire just from a certain look in their eyes.
What was the look in Joel’s eyes right now? Like something primal deep within him had been awakened and needed to feed. He could be such a calculated man. So certain of the expression on his face, or the tone of his voice and all in the name of remaining in control. Joel could effortlessly take control of any situation at any time, but the reason was always to protect you and Ellie.
For the first time you were beginning to experience what it felt like when Joel demanded control not for perseverance, but rather in the name of pleasure. Yours, and his. It made you bite your inner cheek as you dared to think about what he’d do to satisfy such a primal hunger.
“Like honey,” you answer before you’re aware the words are even leaving your lips. There is no space between you both anymore to hide your expressions, and seeing Joel smile like the fucking cheshire cat is almost too much to handle.
Is he so pleased with himself because he’s simply just enjoying this, or because he’s seemed to corrupt you? Your need to be taken by a real man has been ever growing like the branches of the swarm since you’ve crossed paths with Joel. Can he smell it on you?
“Mhm darlin’ bet you’re sweet like it too”.
His eyes only leave yours to look at your lips. Slowly he takes his chin in your hand and with his thumb drags down your bottom lip. His calloused fingers are so rough against your cheek that once again you’re reminded of what he can create with those same fingers. Or destroy. Your body aches to know how it feels to be reduced to nothing but a desperate little thing by Joel Miller.
Joel has always walked the line with you because you both were doing everything you could to protect Ellie. There was too much at stake to give into the burning desire that seemed to be programmed into the nucleus of each cell in both your bodies. But by hell you’d made it to Jackson. Tommy was alive, and had Maria. Ellie could be an actual kid for once. Joel found the words of Bill’s letter replaying in his mind.
He’d kept you alive, and he’d always protect you, but now he could finally allow himself to have you. The thought alone igniting atoms inside of his body he wasn’t sure even worked anymore. His body was crying out for yours, and no longer would he pretend he didn’t hear the call.
Your face feels so small in his hands that Joel feels his breath hitch. You are so soft and delicate - a stark contrast to anything he’s done with his hands in a very long time. Holding your face alone feels like a pleasure he doesn’t deserve. Like he’s snuck into some secret garden and allowed himself to feel the softness of the rarest rose the world has ever seen. You’re the petal he’s got delicately between his fingertips.
“So taste me and then you tell me Miller,” you say before placing a soft kiss to his thumb.
He can’t remember the last time he’s heard something so tempting. Were he Eve in the garden and you the apple, he would’ve eaten you core and all. Joel moves his hand from your cheek and allows it to become tangled softly in your hair. He sees the hunger in your eyes, feels it radiate off of you and envelop him like a warm summer breeze.
Joel is the one to close the final distance between you both, and that’s exactly how he wants it. It’s an open mouth type of kiss - the only kind either of you would have shared after all these months of pent up tension. No sooner than as he feels your lips brush his, he can feel you deepen the kiss with your tongue. You’re both desperate to taste each other in every way you can. He can taste the whiskey on his tongue mixed with the coke you’d insisted on using as a chaser from yours, and shit you are sweet.
Joel doesn’t care if there’s a hundred people in this shitty little dive. He’s going to pull you into his lap like you’re the only two in the room, and anyone who gets in his way be damned. He’s waited far too long to have you, and as he hears you moan against his open lips all restraint leaves his body. A man like Joel Miller can only deny himself so long.
Making use of his hand tangled in your hair Joel uses his grip to pull your head back and expose your neck to him. His mouth only leaves yours to sink into the crook of your neck like a vampire desperate to feed. It doesn’t take him long to find your sweet spot and earn yet another moan from your beautiful lips.
“Joel,” you say, and he's surprised you even remember how to speak. The only thing that can take his breath away quicker than hearing how you sound calling out for him in pleasure is the way you say his name. So needy. He thinks to himself as he smirks into the knape of your neck.
He knows what you’re struggling to say. You both need more, and unless you want to put on a performance for the whole bar, more means privacy. Though Joel would happily take you over the table audience and all, he’s also desperate to be fully alone with you. Desperate to know how indulgent you become when it’s just you and him. For only him.
Joel is raking his mind for where you both could go. There’s no cars in this safe zone as there's hundreds of miles between you and the nearest road. He can’t take you back to Tommy’s without Ellie finding out, and having a fucking field day. And it’s too damn cold to head out back behind the bar. This fuckin bar….suddenly he’s got his answer.
“I know sweetheart,” he all but purrs back to you. Joel feels a sense of pride to have you so worked up with doing so little. You’d let him take you right here and now it’s clear as day all over your beautiful little face. He allows himself to commit to memory the way your pleading eyes look to his before taking you by the hand and leading you to the only place he knows you two can be alone.
“It ain’t the Ritz sweetheart, but it’s better than letting the whole bar hear how sweet you sound for me”.
Joel has taken you to the only room he is sure will have a lock in this place; the bathroom. It’s got graffiti coated walls, a questionably sticky floor, but a door that locks. Privacy. And neither of you wants to let another moment of that go to waste.
Like a hunter honing in on its prey Joel guides you backwards until you can feel the backs of your thighs meet the cold granite sink. There’s a darkened look in his eyes as they look down to meet yours. Maybe it’s the lighting, or maybe it’s knowing there's nothing stopping him from what he’s been dying to do for months. Take you.
His hands find your waist and before you can even think about what he’s going to do, he lifts you up and places you on the sinks edge. Slowly his hands trail back down from your hips to where the fabric of your skirt meets your exposed skin. Your thighs are so soft beneath his fingertips Joel feels his desire growing. He could easily leave his mark on any inch of you, a beautiful reminder to all that you were his, and to him a beautiful reminder of how you were his.
Were he a younger man with better knees he’d kneel down and wrap your beautiful thighs around his face. He’s dreamt far too many times about tasting you that he feels like some bee desperate to return to the hive and sink right into the comb. If only you knew how much strength it took to restrain himself on cold nights where you’d shared Frank’s sleeping bag, or when he’d have to suddenly hold you silently in place with a hand over your mouth while listening for clickers.
“Joel please,” he hears you say as he awakens from his trance. This time it’s your hands on his face guiding him closer to you. It’s the way your brows are furrowed and how you bring your hips forward that lets him know although you’ve dreamt about this too, you can’t stay in anticipation for much longer. When a match catches flame there’s only so long it can hold on before being thrown onto the waiting fire and engulfing it whole.
Joel’s lips are on your neck once again, and slowly he kisses up to just below your ear. “Please what?” he asks before lightly biting your earlobe and earning a frustrated growl from you. Before you can answer him with words, he feels you move to grind yourself against him. While he loves the feeling, he also wants an answer out of you. Wants to hear you explicitly beg for him.
“Use your words (y/n),” he demands in the same solid tone he uses when you’re both checking if a room is clear, or navigating a trade between other drifters. Joel brings his hands back to your thighs and begins to push up the fabric of your skirt. He’s too busy leaving love bites all over your neck to see your face, but from the way he hears your breath catch in your throat he knows you’re struggling to speak.
With his tongue Joel licks over the spot on your neck he’s certain will bruise, and then places a soft kiss to your already reddening flesh. His hands hook underneath the backs of your knees and he pulls your body closer to his. All that separates you now is his jeans, and the thin fabric of your panties.
“Need you to touch me-” you manage to say even though you’re sure your brain has ceased working entirely and speaking at all is as high a request as reciting nuclear fusion codes. Suddenly you feel him smile against your skin, and you’re sure you even hear what sounds like a laugh emerge from his chest.
For a moment he’s so amused with himself he takes pity on you and your poor lust-drunk brain. “That’s what I’m doing right now ain’t I sweetheart?” and to emphasize his words Joel squeezes your thighs. It anchors you to the reality before you, and makes something shift inside you. Was that same primal hunger taking root in your chest?
“I need you to finally fuck me like you’ve been dying to for all these months Miller”.
What would Will Livingston have to say about your choice of words?
With his free hand you feel him begin to trace the hem of your panties, edging closer and closer to finally touching you where you need it most. He’s got you on the precipice, and you feel like a bullet in a loaded gun waiting for someone to pull the trigger. Like any true hunter, Joel knows to steady himself before taking the shot.
“And you gonna be a good girl and take it like you’ve been dying to for just as goddamn long sweetheart?”.
As he speaks you feel his thumbs hook underneath your panties. The fabric suddenly feeling paper thin beneath his touch - like with the pure heat of desire emanating from his body he could melt them right off.
“Bet these are already soaked through for me, aren’t they sweetheart?” he teases while taking his time to slide them off of you. Without shame, or hesitation, you open your legs for him in the same way a flower blooms.
For the first time Joel’s eyes leave yours, but only so he fully drink in the beautiful sight of your legs fully spread before him. He finds himself cursing his knees once more and vows that the next time he has you all to himself like this there’s going to be a goddamn bed in the room. Even if he has to make it himself.
You’re on the edge of the sink physically, and mentally on the edge of insanity thanks to him. Here you are legs spread and practically begging to be taken, and suddenly Joel’s moving like this whole moment hasn’t been months in the making.
“Should I go find a camera so you can take a picture, or should I be genuinely worried you’re having a senior moment?”.
Well, that bratty behavior snaps him right out of it. In one fluid motion Joel’s undoing his belt, and moving your body so that now you’re bent over the sink. He moves your hair out of your face and lets his hand run down your spine until it rests at your hip. With a subtle nudge of his knee to your inner thighs, he lets you know to spread your legs again.
“I want your eyes glued to that mirror sweetheart, so you can watch yourself as I fuck this needy little cunt-” as he speaks you can feel him drag his hard cock up and down your slit. A delicious reminder of what is about to come, but altogether still not enough.
“Let’s see what you’ve got to say with that mouth of yours when you’re filled to the fuckin brim with me,” this time he rubs his tip right against your clit.
Out of instinct you go to look over your shoulder at him thinking it’ll somehow convince him to take pity on you, but you feel him plant a firm spank on your ass and pull his hips back. You doe-eyes and mouth agape convince him no less than a bunny rabbit can convince a wolf to resist the hunt.
His tone is just as firm as his touch, “I’m not even inside you yet sweetheart and you can’t even follow instructions? Let me make this real simple for you…you’re gonna watch yourself come undone on this cock”.
You feel his body weight against yours as he leans forward and with a vice-like grip moves your head so that you’re once again looking at yourself in the mirror. He means it. You are going to watch yourself cum around his cock. He only takes his hand away to help you discard your shirt, and with it any of the remaining clothes you’re wearing.
As you look at your reflection and take in your disheveled appearance you’re surprised to feel it turn you on.
You notice the way your body curves outward from your waist, your hips seemingly made to be gripped by strong hands and provide an anchor. As you lean forward you take in the shape of your full breasts, and how your nipples harden as they meet the cold granite countertop. Then, you finally look at your own face. Your cheeks are crimson red, your pupils shot, and your lips all pink and rough from kissing. The only thing that pulls you away from looking at yourself like this, is an equally naked Joel.
Part of you wishes to kiss along his collarbones and down his chest until you know every inch of skin. How far down would you reach until he’s begging to feel your lips around his cock?
His breathing is ragged as he drags out his words to tease you in the same manner you’d teased him earlier. “If you take your eyes off that mirror before I say darlin’ I’m taking away this cock”. To prove his point further you feel him lightly slap his cock against your folds.
“Yes Joel,” you answer.
Finally, your little game of cat and mouse comes to an end and you feel Joel sink inside of you. Your mouth opens wider than before as you adjust to his size and bask in the feeling of being so full. A fullness so intoxicating that you find it hard to think, and mourn any moment you’d spent without him so deep inside of you.
“Open those pretty eyes sweetheart,” Joel says as he pulls his hips back and begins to find his own rhythm. Your eyes flutter open and a desperate little whine leaves your lips as you feel him pull out of you. In the reflection of the mirror you can see a playful smirk upon his lips.
“So fuckin’ needy,” he teases with a smile before entering fully inside you once more. Again you’re hit with the euphoria of your walls stretching to accommodate him. Joel’s hands slide down your sides before coming to rest at your hips once more.
He uses his hands on your hips to hold you firmly in place and with a roll of his own, he thrusts into you. The only sounds in this dingy little bathroom are the obscene sounds of skin against skin, and Joel talking you through taking his cock. With each thrust you feel him bottom out inside of you, no doubt months of tension finally escaping his hips.
“Mhm, hear how wet you are for me sweetheart?” Joel asks as he picks up the pace. He watches his cock disappear inside of you with as much admiration as the first man to discover fire. As far as Joel’s concerned, seeing your pretty little pussy swallow him whole is the most beautiful thing on this planet. That and the sounds leaving your lips as you take him in and out of you.
“Mhm,” is all you can manage to get out. You’re too distracted by Joel’s broad shoulders and the way his arm muscles flex as he holds you in place. Right now you wish to be immortalized like this, the both of you carved from marble and beautiful enough to put Michelangelo’s best to shame.
“You were made to take this cock weren’t you sweetheart-” he says in a tone so low it’s almost a growl.
Made to take this cock? Suddenly you can’t think of any other purpose for existing. Just when you think his body is intoxicating enough, his words make your brain all fuzzy. You can feel the pleasure building inside of you like an uproar. You arch your back to let him enter further inside you, building with pleasure like the way temperatures rise to create a tropical storm.
“Look at you fuckin’ smile while taking it - you love this don’t you?”.
Smiling? You are off floating in heaven. The sensations coursing through your body making you feel like you’d fully ascended to some other plane of existence where good was great, and Joel’s body working with yours was euphoric.
“Yeah, I fucking love it,” and if you words aren’t convincing enough, the look on your beautiful face does it for Joel. He can tell that right now you’re floating, the only thing physically holding you here is the way he’s buried inside you to the hilt.
Joel has always felt like your anchor, but now it’s in a whole new way. With every thrust of his hips he brings you closer and closer to the edge. He knows what it's like to have your life in his hands, but now he’s got the power over you to make you see stars.
“Then let go for me sweetheart, give me all you’ve got-”.
He wants it just as much as you do; to feel your walls clench around him begging to be painted with his seed. Joel would fill you up every chance he’s got - mark you from the inside in the ways only his cock could. To ruin any other man for you and teach you what real pleasure is like - just like he knows you’re aching for.
Joel takes a hand from your hips and snakes it around your waist and lower until he finds your clit. His strong and rough fingers knowing exactly how to dance upon your delicate skin and coax an orgasm out of you. Softly he rubs, while roughly he pumps himself inside you. Was there some secret code upon your flesh that only he could read? One that let him know exactly what you needed most, and when?
“That’s right darlin, let that pretty pussy soak this cock”.
There is nothing left you can do, but listen to his words and give him exactly what he wants. To follow his orders like you always do, but this time you’re giving him much more than satisfaction. You’re giving him the ability to reduce you to nothing but a wanton mess, coming undone upon his cock in ways you didn’t know you could.
He throws his head back as he feels you squeeze against his every inch - your cunt desperate to suck him in and keep him there. His remaining concentration is used to keep moving his fingers against your clit with the same expertise he uses to pull the trigger of a gun. Joel feels you milking him for everything he’s got, and it’s enough to take his breath away.
“Mhm just like that sweetheart” he says, still talking you through it - ever the gentleman despite the sinful scene before you both.
Joel takes one final glance at you in the mirror before allowing himself the same pleasure he’s giving you. With awe in his eyes he studies the way your mouth hangs slightly open, and your eyes clench shut in ecstasy. He knows you’re giving yourself completely to him with every moan that leaves your lips, and with every squeeze of your cunt against his cock. More, more, more.
He can feel you cumming around him, but being able to watch you as you do makes him feel like some kind of god. What was created on the seventh day again? Nothing that fuckin compares to this.
Unable to deny himself any longer, Joel allows his orgasm to rake through his body like a wild-fire. Each pleasure-center of his cells up in delicious flames as he empties himself deep inside you. So deep only he could reach - he thinks to himself as ribbon after ribbon of his cum coats your walls. His desire to claim you never ceases. This, the final thought to fill his mind before he loses himself completely to the feeling of you around him. Joel feels like the center of your universe.
He’s not sure what he says as he cums, but he hopes it isn’t some profession of his undying love for you. That’s a card he’s hoping to keep close to his chest for the time being. His chest. Joel quiets his mind, and pulls you into it.
“I think I saw a defibrillator back there if you need one,” you tease as you’re the first to catch your breath. It’s much easier to steady your breathing as you nestle into Joel’s chest and listen to his heart. You feel a soft rumble against your face as a laugh emerges from him.
Joel wraps his arms around you, and lifts you to sit upon the sinks edge once more. “Thought I just fucked that attitude out of you sweetheart,” he teases back at you. Joel knows the only way he’d ever get you to watch your mouth is by filling it, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy every little remark that left it just as much as you enjoy making them. Your laugh is muffled by his chest. He places a soft kiss on your temple, “let’s get you home huh, sweetheart?”.
Home. Words Joel was certain would never leave his lips again. There were a lot of things Joel thought he’d never experience again after the outbreak; laughter, purpose, love. But, in one fell swoop you’d given him all three and for that he’d give you every last ounce of himself. Or inch. Pun intended.
Author's note: thank you for being a doll and reading this, please feel free to comment what you thought! <3
