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‘You ever do that?’ Noah asks as they pass the carcass. It’s sunset and Nicholas is driving them out of another town they’re never coming back to.
‘Roadkill?’ Nicholas replies, wrinkling his nose. He’s full and happy and right then the thought of rotting flesh turns his stomach. His disgust must have sounded in his tone because Noah stiffens next to him.
‘What?’ Noah says with a snort, ‘it’s not like you don’t take your steak rare.’ Nick laughs at the euphemism.
‘I don’t feel compelled to eat roadkill, man,’ Nicholas says with a chuckle. ‘It’s fucking disgusting.’
‘I thought it would be better-’ Noah mumbles. His voice is suddenly very small and Nick realises they’re having two different conversations. He lifts his hand from his thigh and slips it over Noah’s hands where they're laying in his lap. His hands are clammy and Nick gives them a squeeze, trying to get some warmth into them.
‘Sorry,’ he says as gently as he can, ‘I didn’t- I didn’t know you did that.’
Noah doesn’t speak for a long moment. Nicholas looks straight ahead at the road, waiting and praying silently. He knew he’d fucked up, he just hopes Noah won’t completely withdraw.
‘I thought- I thought it was like- dead stuff I wanted,’ Noah says at last, ‘like rotten- because it smelled sort of the same but- I didn’t know it was only um, human that- that y’know.’
‘Yeah, that makes sense,’ Nicholas says, tone encouraging, trying to coax Noah to keep speaking. He’s relieved Noah’s still speaking at all.
‘I think I knew but like, y’know I didn’t want to know?’ Noah says and Nick nods.
‘It’s a hard thing to know,’ he says, biting his lip as he thinks, ‘when I was first trying to figure it out I used to try and make myself throw up afterwards. So it — the flesh — wasn’t in me, wasn’t part of me, but my body just needed it so bad I couldn’t, like I just physically couldn’t.’
They’re silent for a moment after Nick stops talking.
‘Shit,’ Noah says. There’s not really anything else to say.
‘Let’s get a room tonight,’ Nicholas says, trying to lighten the mood, ‘I want to fuck you on a bed.’ Noah laughs brightly.
They get a motel and Nick crosses over the road to get them something hot and greasy from the all-night diner. The girl who serves him smiles as she takes his cash. Nicholas smiles back.
‘I finish at one,’ she says, holding eye contact. Nick looks back, wondering how she’d taste. She is Noah’s type — dark hair and too much eyeliner — when he’s not munching on cheerleaders. The bracelets on her wrist don’t quite conceal the scarring. No one would be surprised if they found her in the river. They’d say the fish had eaten her eyes.
‘I’m here with someone,’ he says and her face falls but she just shrugs as if to say it was worth a shot. ‘I think he’d like to meet you too,’ Nick adds and her eyes flick back to his face, ‘we’re in room 211.’ He points out their room and the girl nods. Nick leaves with their food, leaving his lamb to lead herself to the slaughter.
Noah flinches at the knock, glancing at Nicholas warily. Nick hadn’t told him, figuring if she didn’t turn up he was the only one disappointed. He winks at Noah going to the door.
The girl looks nervous — perhaps she has a little survival instinct after all — but she comes into the room and Noah hops up from the bed awkwardly. He glances at Nick, his face is almost comically confused because they’d only eaten yesterday. Nick tells him softly to relax, trying to convey that this is sex, not eating without freaking their quarry out.
‘I’m Nick, and this is my friend Noah,’ Nicholas tells her as he puts her bag on the desk by the door. If she said her name then, Nick doesn’t remember it. He sees Noah go still as he gives their names so casually. They didn’t usually do names or small talk. Nick has never liked to play with his food.
‘Why don’t you go sit on the bed?’ Nick suggests, ‘Noah doesn’t bite.’
He sees Noah’s eyes widen with comprehension and he almost laughs. The girl does laugh, slightly high-pitched, and Noah offers her a beer as he sits beside her, hand slipping onto her bare thigh. The girl shakes her head so Noah kisses her instead.
Nick sits behind her on the bed, kissing her neck as he reaches to slip the buttons on her work blouse. Noah palms one of her breasts through the white lace of her bra while Nick cups the other, squeezing. She moans and Noah moans back. Nick smiles.
It’s not until later (when they’re all naked) that Nicholas gets nervous. She gasps sharply against his mouth and Nick feels ice flood his veins. The hand he has on the back of Noah’s neck tightens. But then she’s moaning hard, arching up off the mattress and rolling her hips into Noah’s mouth where his head is buried between her thighs. Nicholas releases the death grip he has on Noah, who lifts his head showing his glossy mouth, and Nick thinks it might be the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
She leaves them alive. Nick drives her back to her place on empty roads. She kisses him on the mouth before she slips from the cab of the stolen truck. Noah’s asleep by the time he gets back. Nick crawls into the bed, sucking in the smell of sex on Noah’s skin as he lays down beside him.
The next morning Noah’s awake before he is, sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed with maps spread out all around him — since neither of them can get any signal on their phone — and chewing his way through a box of pastries. There’s coffee there too somewhere, Nicholas can smell it. Nick watches Noah lick sugar off his fingers contentedly for a moment before he glances up.
‘Hey,’ he says, holding the box of pastries towards Nicholas who wriggles up and takes one. He eats, sipping on the coffee Noah had passed over as he explains their route for the day. Nick smiles, he likes seeing Noah relaxed and happy.
‘Man, if I’d known pussy would put you in this good a mood I would have found a hook-up sooner,’ he says as Noah huffs and blushes. Nick grins at him as Noah bites into another pastry.
‘It’s nice to have sex with someone and not immediately go all fucking praying mantis on them, yes,’ he says primly and Nicholas almost chokes he’s laughing so hard. When he's eaten and laughed his fill Nick rolls, saying he’s going to get showered but Noah pouts.
‘What?’ Nick asks as Noah crawls up the bed towards him. ‘Didn’t you get enough yesterday?’ he says laughing as Noah kisses him. Noah smiles, smothering Nick’s laughter with kisses.
‘You think you get in to come in someone else and not get punished?’ he says and Nick feels heat bloom beneath his skin. He loved when Noah played possessive. Nick had slept naked so Noah just had to pull off his t-shirt and wriggle down his jeans for them to be skin to skin. Noah kisses him hard, grabbing Nick’s wrists and holding him against the mattress. Nick giggles, sucking Noah’s lower lip.
‘I’m going to fuck you,’ Noah tells him as he pushes himself up to sit. Noah leans, grabbing the lube from the table. ‘Lay on your stomach,’ Noah instructs and Nick rolls obediently, getting his knees under him to push his hips up. Noah swears softly, running an appreciative hand down the back of Nick’s thigh.
Nicholas waits as Noah shuffles closer. He hears the click of the lube and then there are cold fingers stroking around his hole. Nick groans and squirms, pushing himself back on Noah’s fingers. Noah fucks him with his fingers, stroking his hand down his spine to grab the hair at the nape of Nick’s neck. Nick grunts, feeling his body clutch around Noah’s fingers as he tugs his hair a little. He likes when Noah’s a little rougher.
Noah pulls his fingers out and Nick’s left waiting as Noah smudges lube on his dick. Nick groans as he feels Noah thumb his dick into him. The stretch burns, it had been a while since he’d bottomed, but Noah seems to realise and goes slow. Nick grunts and Noah pauses, asking if it’s okay. After a moment Nicholas nods and Noah starts to move slowly. Nick feels his toes curl up as the discomfort softens into feeling so good he can barely breathe.
‘Good?’ Noah asks and Nick agrees, fingers curling and uncurling in the sheets. Noah palms his hips, keeping him in place as he starts to thrust deeper. Nicholas groans, feeling Noah’s hand in his hair again. Noah’s got his hair caught up in a fist, pulling it tight against Nick’s scalp so he feels held in place. Nick can feel his thighs twitch and tremble turned on by Noah’s firm grip on him.
‘You starting to remember who you belong to?’ Noah asks, tugging at Nick’s hair as his other hand goes around his waist to touch his cock. Nick gasps, hips bucking into Noah’s hand. Noah chuckles, bending over Nicholas’ back to speak into his ear. Nick shudders as Noah licks his neck.
‘You’re mine, Nick,’ Noah tells him as Nick whines, ‘—every part of you.’ Noah nips his earlobe, then his neck, then the thick muscle in his shoulder. The bite stings and Nick cries out, cocking throbbing. Noah growls low in his chest as he licks over the wound, jerking Nick hard in time to his thrusts. It’s too much and Nick lets out a sound that’s half shout, half cry as he comes over Noah’s fingers.
‘Mine,’ Noah grunts, yanking Nick back onto his cock as he finishes. Nick pants, shuddering for the aftershocks of the orgasm. Noah pulls out, flopping onto his side as Nick groans and stretches out to lie on his stomach. Noah leans over kissing Nick on the mouth. He tastes blood and is confused until he remembers Noah had bitten him. Noah pulls back, touching Nick’s mouth.
‘No one tastes as good as you,’ Noah tells him softly and Nick smiles.