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Teamwork	By : TextualDeviant Category: +G through L > Last of Us, The Views: 40367 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The sound of the engine and the smell of the well-used truck rushed to her as she regained consciousness.
“Uh, what the hell am I wearing…?” she groggily wondered out loud.
She remembered water and darkness, but there was something after that.
“A building…people…the Fireflies?”
“Just take it easy…drugs are still wearing off” Joel’s gruff but gentle voice explained.
She was lying down on the back seats, staring up at the celling.
“What happened?”
“…We found the Fireflies…Turns out there’s a whole lot more like you, Ellie. It’s dozens actually. Ain’t done a damn bit of good neither…They actually st – They’ve stopped looking for a cure…I’m taking us home. I’m sorry.”
It was difficult to take: that this had all been for nothing. She rolled over, away from Joel. She didn’t know exactly what she was feeling, but sad, disappointed, and tired seemed to be parts of it.
But not all of this was for nothing, she realized. In fact, if things had gone the way she thought they would, Joel would be making this trip without her. The thought of being separated from Joel after everything they had been through was far more depressing. Yet they hadn’t been separated; they were even alone.
Having gotten over the circumstances she decided to take advantage of the situation.
“So…did you peak?” she teased, having realized something she wasn’t wearing was underwear. She curled the bottom front of her gown into her hand, revealing her figure as it tightened.
“What? Of course not. What is it with trucks that make you say stuff like that?” he asked with no indication that he had even bothered to look at her.
The question was rhetorical, but his annoyance was genuine. Like a child slowly putting a cookie back in the jar she eased her grip. But she wasn’t a child, nor would she let Joel keep thinking she was, and that started with being mature.
She rolled over again, this time to face him in the rear view mirror.
“…I’m sorry for making you…uncomfortable.”
It was a plain apology; sincere with nothing attached to or hidden in it.
“What, no. I –“ He seemed completely caught off guard, although expecting a witty retort had always been safe. “Look, it’s your way of coping; I get it. Sorry for snapping at you.”
She forgave him with a shrug and gentle noise from her throat.
“What do you mean by of course not?”
She tried to make her tone neutral, but there was something in it. She couldn’t help but sound a little concerned, and maybe offended.
“I mean that I’m not going to take advantage of someone like that.”
“Oh. Right…”
The explanation should have been obvious: that he would never use her…the way she used him. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that he would always think it would be taking advantage of her; that it would always be “of course not you.”
“I’m also sorry for what I did back in the house.”
“What?”
“The basement…” she reminded him. He had woken up during their time together, but had he forgotten she was willing to go into detail.
“You, oh…you really…?” He seemed angry, and even disgusted, but mostly flustered.
“Did you think it was a dream or something?” she asked, propping herself up.
She found humor in that, but quickly realized she shouldn’t have.
“This isn’t funny, Ellie. Why would you – I don’t…look, you can’t do something like that.”
“I can’t masturbate?”
She was playing innocent but also ignorant.
“No – you know what I mean. You can’t include me, or involve me, or anything with me.”
It was a very childish and stubborn thing she was about to do, but he had been brave and strong until now. Maybe she earned a little immaturity.
“Well, fine” she said, laying herself back down on the seats. “Here I am, by myself. There’s no one around for miles so you could pull over and walk away, but you just happen to still be in here.”
She pointed this out with her hands at her sides, collecting her gown into her palms and pulling it up her legs.
“El – what – would you stop? Alright, we’ll talk about this.”
“We can’t talk if you’re driving.” She hadn’t stopped – this observation was made with her gown now almost past her thighs.
Joel obliged and she felt the truck slow and jerk to a stop. He didn’t look back at her or say anything immediately; he just stared at the wheel, preparing something. Maybe cutting him off was another selfish thing to do, but if she didn’t have to think about what to say she figured she may as well say it.
“I know you would never have done something like that to me, and I’m sorry. But I didn’t just want to do it; I wanted to do it with you…and I still do” she confessed to the ceiling.
He could have said something to make her mad at him; at the very least that would have defused the situation. Or he could explain that he thought of her as a daughter and nothing else. Maybe she would believe that, though maybe she recognized that she had become more than that. Either would be a smart thing to do, the right thing to do. But he didn’t do either. Instead he went with something that left her too much room to work with.
“If you’ve started thinking things on your own then that’s one thing. But if I’ve misled you somehow, I’m sorry. Either way, we…can’t.” He still didn’t turn around to look at her, but adjusted the rear view mirror.
There was a brief pause during which he naively thought she had given up.
“I’m not apologizing because of what I did; just the way I did it. I get that it would make you… uncomfortable…” She tried searching for a stronger word, but it was lost. “I get that you might even…hate yourself for it. But you’ve done things for me that you didn’t want to do and I’m not even… asking you to do anything, I just want you to be okay with it. And I know that’s still a lot, but I have to ask. I have to. And I need you to know everything before you decide…”
She tossed her hands up slightly in the air, then let them fall back down on the seat. They lay there, defeated, until she slowly, mournfully, placed them over her eyes. Crying would be a very immature thing to do.
“… and that’s everything. So if you say no, I’ll…”
He could hear the pain in her voice.
“…accept it.”
Her unfiltered honesty left him stunned. He couldn’t deny her feelings or pretend that she was confused anymore. But just as she had to ask, he still couldn’t say yes. In a quiet frenzy he searched for some else, anything else.
By then she had calmed down, silently maintaining her gaze on the ceiling - her left arm draped over her stomach, and her right relaxed dangled off to her side.
“It doesn’t matter how either of us feels, there are…health risks. Something like that – it’s just dangerous.” He offered it halfheartedly, not asserting it but desperate for it not to be up to him.
Joel was watching her in the rearview mirror, perturbed how much this latest defense seemed to cheer her up. Realizing that Joel had nothing else to add her countenance instantly changed from defeated to victorious.
“Hm,” she said reaching into her backpack. “It’s safer with this though, right?”
She held up a square shiny condom wrapper.
“Wha – where’d you get that?”
“Well, we were at a hospital” she responded with a measured level of slyness.
It was Joel’s turn to find humor in something he shouldn’t.
“What else did you get?”
“Mm…this” she said, holding up another condom.
This time he couldn’t help but laugh.
“Damn it, Ellie…” he sighed.
“You wouldn’t even have to do anything. You just have to sit still.”
He was silent, staring back into the steering wheel. She put her hands between the driver’s and passenger’s seats and leaned forward.
“I don’t just want to do it, I’m ready for it. I really am. I promise.”
There was a brief pause during which she naively thought he might still say no.
“…Promise?”
“Promise!” She wanted to yell it out as loud as she could but managed to refrain.
“Alright.”
He preferred to think that he gave in, not gave up; that he had a good argument – at some point – but that hers was better.
“So, sit still? Right here in the truck?”
“Good as place as any” she said, pushing herself over to the far right side.
He opened his door and got in the back with Ellie through the left, and sat beside her. Immediately she began positioning herself over him. She knelt down on the seats, facing him with both her legs on his right.
“Look, I’m obviously not overly enthusiastic about this but you don’t have to rush. You may as well take your time.”
“I will, thanks” she responded, her fingers already on his shirt buttons.
“And wherever you want to stop is fine t –“
She leaned her face into his and kissed him. It was to shut him up, but he had been quite for a while – long enough for her to finish opening his shirt - when she let him go.
“I got this…”
“…Alright.”
She took some time to admire the scars on his chest, tracing a finger over some of the larger ones. Each had a story, some of which they shared. When she had worked her way closer to his waist she looked up at him before pushing herself off the seats. She stood in front of him, hunched over slightly.
“Wait, can you help me get this off?”
“Well of course; I’m not gunna to make a lady undress herself.”
He reached down, grabbing the bottom of her gown, and pushed it up off her. He tied to keep his eyes moving up with it but couldn’t help staring. She didn’t mind. He caught up to it when it approached her chest. He lifted the gown gently over her breasts, then pulled it off past her head and outstretched arms and finally tossed it aside.
“So, how do I look?”
“Womanly.”
“…You oversold it.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s alright” she said, leaning in for another kiss, though just a quick one this time.
She began inspecting herself for a second opinion, just to be sure.
“My ‘jungle’ is a little untamed…”
“Trust me, it adds to the appeal. Besides, I can still fit it all under my palm.”
“Oh?” she wondered, grabbing his hand to test it out. “Huh, guess you can” she concluded, leaving his hand against her for a lot longer than she needed.
“I know I said you didn’t have to do anything, but I also want to you…touch me where you want, if you want.”
He nodded. “I will, thanks.”
They smiled at each other. Ellie was glad to have something she could find funny.
She slowly gave his hand back to him as she knelt down, returning her attention to his waist. His belt buckle was quickly undone, and in a single fluid motion the rest of it came off around him. A tiny zipper and one last button was all that really separated them. She worked through them, exchanging glances with Joel all the while.
At last she began wiggling his pants off him as he pushed himself off the seats a little to help her. They fell around his ankles; he didn’t bother kicking them off.
“Uh, better leave the underwear on” he warned.
She shrugged; she wouldn’t have minded considering neither of them smelled nearly as bad as she thought they would.
“Did we get sponge baths you think, at the hospital?”
“Eh, yeah. They probably counted it as an emergency procedure.”
“Wouldn’t blame them if they did.”
Opening Joel’s fly with her index fingers, she looped it over his cock. Carefully, she applied her fingertips to its sides, running them along the shaft. It responded immediately, and strongly. It was different than the ones she had seen in the magazines. The detail, the texture, the smell…they were all mesmerizing.
The wonder in her eyes was childish, but the lust was very adult. She supported it by her pinkies and thumbs as she gently rubbed it with the rest of her fingers until she didn’t need to support it anymore.
“…Huh” she said under her breath, amused.
She worked a hand around it as it stiffened even more and began slowly stroking it. Having enjoyed every vein and bump along the way, she eventually reached his head as it stopped her hand. He had been silent until then but let out a slight grunt.
She learned how sensitive that spot was from the magazines, and how when the women used their mouths that’s where they put their tongues. With her own mouth slightly agape she lowered her head down to him.
“You really want that in your mouth?”
She looked up at him with a confident grin.
“Yeah, I really do.”
He couldn’t argue with that.
Giving Joel one last glance she slowly enveloped his head into her mouth. As her lips wrapped around the top of his shaft she gently applied her tongue and began sliding it across his glands. The hand she had wrapped around him now began working its way back down – and back up again - with a much tighter grip. Having gotten comfortable, Ellie increased the pressure of her tongue and the distance of her strokes, moving her mouth up and down with them. His nightmares never made him moan quite the way he was.
Having gotten the rhythm of her mouth and right hand and down, she felt it time to employ her left. Remembering that there was something else in his underwear she slid her free hand down the underside of his cock towards the base.
“These are sensitive too, right?” she asked, gently leading his balls out of his fly.
“They are sensitive; carful with them.”
She cupped them in her hand, applying a careful, steady pressure. As she got it in position she tasted a uniquely strong liquid mixed in with her saliva.
“Is that the precum?” Ellie asked as it rested on her tongue.
“Uh, yeah.”
“Huh…I don’t hate it” she decided, gulping it down.
Joel’s arms had been restless all the while: they were at his sides first, then near his knees, and at that point he had them outstretched over the top of the seats. But as his breathing became heavier and his grunting became louder – remembering her request – he rested his hands gently on her shoulders. She looked up at him, her eyes renewing the invitation.
He looked like he was in a lot of something, but pain wasn’t quite it.
“Ellie, I’m…”
“It’s going to make a mess, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, just...aim it…”
“I am” she responded with the same confidence as before, sliding her cock back into her mouth.
He was going to remind her that she “didn’t have to.” But she knew that already and yet there she was with no sign of stopping.
Her stokes were shorter, but got faster and harder as he gripped her shoulders tighter and tighter. She stopped moving her head with her lips almost a third the way down his cock, pressing them against him as tightly as she could. She continued moving her tongue across his head, and her hand down his shaft as her other hand squeezed slightly harder on his balls.
“Ellie…I’m cuming.”
He would have liked to look her in the eyes when he said it, but his were shut tightly as his head bowed.
Each wave hit her mouth with an unexpected force and splashed down onto her tongue with a very strong taste – although neither were unpleasant. As her mouth flooded she began swallowing with small steady gulps. This Joel could look her in the eyes for.
She cleaned him off, wiping her tongue around his head, then slowly pulling her lips away from him. They maintained their pressure, squeezing all the fluids off him, and when they met she tiled her head back and gulped one last time.
“So, how was that?” She was beaming, more satisfied than ever.
“Amazing. You put a lot of thought into that didn’t you?”
“Uh-huh” she said proudly, supporting her head on her arms, having rested them across his knees.
The confidence in her expression faded as she turned her face away from him. She reached for one of the condoms left on top of her backpack, but the energy she had a few seconds ago was gone.
“What’s the matter?”
“It’s nothing…” she responded, unable to convince either of them.
“I’d appreciate it if you told me.”
“…I don’t know, I guess you don’t want to kiss me now, huh?” she asked sheepishly, fiddling with the condom.
He turned his head away from her now, scoffing slightly, before looking back at her.
“Ellie, I am way too old to care about something like that. C’mere” he said, patting part of the seat beside him. “Besides, we need something to do while I…recharge.”
“True” she said her eyes aglow again, repositioning herself in front of him.
“Unless you want me to return the favor?” he asked, her arms now around his shoulders and his hands on her sides.
“Well I guess you are obligated.”
“Yeah, guess s-“
She cut him off with another silencing kiss.
“You can repay me next time then.”
“…Huh” was all he could say in response, wondering why he didn’t predict that.
“Besides, you’re sitting still, remember?”
“Oh, right.”
As she leaned into him again he gently grabbed her by the sides of her face and pushed himself closer to the edge of the seats. Now settled, he slid his hands down the length of her body, wrapping them around her thighs. Ellie closed her eyes, enjoying their roughness. He pulled them upright towards him, her head now above his.
They continued kissing – passionately and with very open mouths. Ellie - her hands behind Joel’s head - began gently tearing at the condom wrapper’s edge. Carefully, yet intrepidly, he slid his tongue across her lower lip and into her mouth. The waves it caused reached her toes, yet lingered half way down.
As he advanced on her she took his right hand and placed it flat against herself, lowering it down to her lips. Slowly, she positioned just his thumb over her clit and began grinding it. Her hand cupped the rest of his curled fingers and her other rested over his shoulder as she returned her attention to their kiss.
Exploring her mouth, he softly probed her teeth and gums, then made his way around her own tongue. They shared his flavor- although it had faded – as the fluids in her mouth ran down into his, leaving Ellie very convinced he didn’t mind.
She had finished opening the condom as she pulled her face away from his. Lowering herself down into his lap – and now that he had clearly ‘recharged’ – she placed the condom flat on top of his cock and began rolling it down. Joel reached over, pinching the tip before she got too far.
“Oh, makes sense” she said, rolling it down the rest of the way.
She pushed herself back up on her knees. With her left arm she supported herself against him, and with her right she grabbed his cock, aiming it at herself as she hovered directly above him.
She didn’t seem any less eager or confident, but as strange as it was she did seem nervous. He looked her in the eyes and – refraining from asking her a pointless question – simply said “slow” as he placed his hands back around her face. She smiled weakly at first, but it grew into a smirk.
“We’ll see” she stated, leaning into him for another kiss.
As their faces met she took his hands by the wrists, sliding them down her face, brushing his palms against the sides of her breasts, and resting them on her hips. Carefully, she brought herself down to him and began sliding his head through her lips. The texture was strange but the shape was still exciting.
She looked him dead in the eyes.
“Ready to make my pages sticky?”
Even after a brief pause of disbelief it was very difficult not to laugh.
“Ellie…alright, that was a good one” he admitted.
“Heh, thanks.”
“I knew he’d find that funny” she proudly thought to herself.
It penetrated her slightly as she rested it against her opening and turned her face back to Joel’s, placing her hands against his shoulders. He could hear her breathing heavier in anticipation.
Everything about her expression –the way she winced, the way her mouth hung open - as she inserted him into herself was mesmerizing. But the lower she brought her hips down the more difficult it became for her to meet his gaze. When he was half way inside, her fingers curled into firsts, and as she took him in completely her soft moans turned to strained grunts.
“You alright?” he asked. It wasn’t a rhetorical question.
She had bowed her head and only nodded it slightly as he placed a hand on her leg and arm, ready to help her off.
“I just need to catch my breath” she said, bringing her face back to his.
“…Alright” he said, slowly placing his hands back on her hips.
With a deep breath she pushed herself off of him; the condom glistening with shiny oozing liquids. But instead of lowering herself back down she laid her body against his - which was still at an incline – and wrapped both her arms around his neck. She once again grabbed his cock, aiming it at herself as she let herself side down. Joel could tell she found this time to be much easier and much more enjoyable.
She continued like this – pushing herself almost completely off and sliding back down with her small yet adult breasts lagging behind - until she seemed to have acclimated to him. She then placed her hands back against his shoulders and began thrusting her hips out, raising her ass into the air. The face she made then – eyes shut tight and gritting teeth – wasn’t from pain, but from the intensity.
She collapsed her head beside Joel’s and whispered instructions to him. He happily obliged placing his thumb back against her clit - stimulating it himself this time – and caressing her ass with his other. The sensation of him running not just through her, but over her, brought her so close to climax. Her head began rising towards the ceiling, her breathing became quicker, and her mouth more agape until none of them could continue.
“Ah, fuck…I’m gunna cum!” Ellie exclaimed proudly. Gone was any hint of pain or discomfort; in her voice and expression there was only a happiness that Joel never dared to hope to see.
“Me too” Joel responded, strained. He had been concerned that she had been pushing herself, and that she may have even hurt herself. But he was relieved that his enjoyment wouldn’t be selfish.
With what seemed like her entire sweaty, quivering body she did cum. She began contracting around him as she continued thrusting her hips. Wave after wave of oozing liquids were pushed down the condom. Eventually she slowed down, and stopped, leaving the two of them completely spent.
She collapsed into him, wrapping her arms and legs around his chest and waist, leaving him inside her. The two looked at each other, though neither of them had the breath to say anything. They took some time to cuddle – and rest – in the back before Joel disposed of the condom and used the medical gown to clean up. He was dressed and back in the driver’s seat when Ellie had recuperated.
“Thanks, by the way.”
“You don’t have to thank me. After everything we’ve done – you’ve done - it shouldn’t have been so difficult for me to stop treating you like a kid. Maybe I should be thanking you.”
“Aw, you’re just saying that ‘cause I’m fucking you” she teased.
“Hm, maybe” he laughed.
“…I have a change of clothes in there, right?” she asked, somewhat seriously.
“No, but you’re fine the way you are” he decided, jokingly.
“Oh, alright. If you say so…” she said exhausted, as she rolled over, facing away from him.
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