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I tipped back my head in a low groan as sparks of pleasure danced along my spine as the unbelievably gorgeous man in front of me kissed his way down my chest. My hands tightened in his hair as a rough laugh slipped from his sinful mouth. His hands trailed down my sides and slowed at my waist band just as his tongue flicked out against my flesh while he kissed the skin on my stomach in a way that I knew would leave a mark in the morning.
The handsome man that sat kneeled before me lifted his head, his thumbs pressed against my waistband with a question in his grey eyes. I shivered at the cool touch of his skin against my heated flesh. I nod and a smirk tilted his lips up as he pulled my sweats and pants down in one go and I hold in a whimper as my cock throbs, precum leaking from the tip. He doesn’t waste a moment, almost immediately engulfing the first couple of inches in the warm, wet heat of his mouth.
Fuck.
A stream of vulgar curses fell from my throat as my knees buckled as a consequence of his tongue swirling around my foreskin and my hips bucked forwards, forcing the rest of me down his throat.
My eyes widen, “Fuck, Ledger- I didn’t mean to-”
He cuts me off with a laugh that had me seeing stars and I swear to god I had to fight to not cum on the spot. He looked up at me in between his eyelashes and thick black hair and I had to hold back yet another moan at the vision that sat at my mercy. He began to bob his head and I thrust my hips forwards gently in reply, sweat beading on my forehead at the pleasure that was curling low in my stomach. His hands moved to my ass and he used them to guide my hips forwards faster as I began to fuck his face.
Pleasure seemed to be burn my nerve endings and I found myself grunting and growling mindless praises towards him, encouraging him to continue and begging him to make me cum.
My hands tug roughly at his hair and he growls in appreciation. I didn’t last long against his devilish mouth and I soon found myself thrusting into his mouth erratically as I spilled down his throat, my back arched and scraping against the rough wall of the alleyway outside the club.
I lean against the wall, completely spent and the dark haired man that had called himself Ledger pressed heat filled kisses to the edge of my mouth.
I pressed my hand to his crotch, ready to return the favour as I palmed the bulge in his pants and a sweet groan poured from his mouth, “Heath-”
I woke up with a start, my hair plastered to the sticky skin of my forehead and my pants uncomfortably tight. I groaned in annoyance as I rolled off the side of my creaky bed - standing up and swaying slightly while I groggily swiped at my eyes. I had promised myself; I had promised myself that I would stop dreaming about the man that haunted my every waking thought. A man named Ledger that I seemed about as obsessed with as a teenager with their first crush. I hadn’t seen him since that night we had hooked up and it was probably a good thing. We were both absolutely wasted.
Haphazardly, I stumbled forwards towards the mirror hitched against the wall and took myself in for a moment. Ever since the first Infected had run loose on our planet, survival became something that was less of a privilege but something that you had to fight for. It was hard. With no food, I could see my ribs poking from my skin and from a lack of sleep, bags hung underneath my eyes. My usually smooth hair was more dry and brittle and the dye had begun to fade. The left side of my hair was dark brown, almost black, and in the middle near the front, streaks of what was once white but now a faded blonde appeared that carried on until they sat nestled above the back of my neck.
Dragging my feet over to the curtains, I slowly pull them open. Darkness greeted me outside. I head back to the bed where my backpack was slung against the wooden frame and I balanced it on one of my shoulders. I moved every few days and always in the dead of night to avoid any issues with the Infected. They had awful vision at the best of times and couldn’t see more than a foot in front of them when it was night.
The sound of my boots scraping against the cobbled floor grated against my ears as I stepped outside into thick heat that hung in the air. I continued down the road with darkness leering in at me from all sides, only broken up by the occasional flickering street lamp.
My mind drifted back to Ledger: I wondered what he was doing now; if he was okay and whether he was still even alive. After we had hooked up in the alleyway, we had split our separate ways without so much as another word to each other. I often found myself dreaming about that night and wishing that things could be that simple again. Ever since the first Infected was found, nothing had been the same. The world had immediately been sent into a lockdown and everyone was isolated. But it still spread.
They didn’t understand it at first - with all the technology that they had available to them, they couldn’t understand how it was spreading. And then they figured it out, but it was too late. By the time they were ready to announce what had gone wrong, the world was in chaos: the majority of the population was dead; the rest were either infected or on the run and the communication towers had been completely shut down. People still whispered that they are hiding away in a lab somewhere: watching, waiting for us to kill ourselves off before they re-emerge. There was nothing we could do about it now.
I pulled myself from my immersive thoughts and focused on the road ahead as I began to veer off into a woodland. Maybe today would be the day that I found myself company at last.