[Part of the ongoing series between Hell-of-a-Con/Hell-of-a-Hick. Thanks for the help, Ask-Keith <3 NSFW.]

“Gawd, yeah,” groaned the brunette in lustful reverence, muscled arms clutching his boyfriend’s neck as Keith hoisted him higher against the wall. He allowed El’s body weight to sink his stocky little lover back down on the thick stretch of Keith’s dick. Ellis’s cock was slick and hard between their bodies as Ellis writhed and gasped out another low moan, legs locking tighter around Keith’s hips as they fucked.

The redhead trailed kisses over the sweaty sprawl of Ellis’s curly bangs, the bright tang of his sweat mingling with the clean linger of a shower they’d shared with heat from more than just the water. When Ellis came, he did so with a strangled shout of Keith’s name, the bruise blushing a deep, plum purple on the side of his neck exposed as his head tipped back against the wall.

To finish, Keith eased his boyfriend away from the wall, stumbling the two steps to his own bed and sprawling Ellis out to fuck deep into the tight clench of his insides, the orgasm-lulled Georgian running his slack fingers through Keith’s hair and whispering his adoration as the redhead slammed their hips together. “Come in me, baby,” Ellis groaned breathlessly, and rolled them over to ride his boyfriend until Keith clutched the sheets and came shouting.

“Damn,” chuckled the redhead, pawing for a discarded towel to wipe them both up. Failing to do so, he muttered “darlin’?” in request and Ellis slid free of the bed and went in search of their still damp towels, returning to kiss Keith before actually cleaning up. “Can’t go more’n uh few hours, huh, shortcake?” questioned the older survivor, settled up on an elbow to stroke his lover’s hip.

Ellis laughed, wet with water and sweat both, and shrugged a naked, sun-honeyed shoulder. “Guess not,” he admitted with a relaxed grin, and lifted one of Keith’s hands to kiss each of his fingertips. “Yer too good tuh me.”

Ellis’s good mood persisted through the rest of the afternoon, housecleaning done with a spring in his step and a tuneless hum on his lips, the shorter mechanic bouncing around Keith’s two bedroom home with a dustrag and endless smiles. By the time they got dressed for the movies, Ellis had a second hickey beside the first – by his own request – and Keith was almost too sleepy with contentment to drive them to the theater.

The harley roared beneath them, Keith edging just over the speed limit at Ellis’s cheered encouragement, the pale spill of streetlamps following them like spotlights through the city. Keith took each wide turn with grace, marveling behind private smiles at the ease with which El’s body moved with his now, after months of being tucked close on the rumble of the bike.

Their first few rides together had been clumsy in comparison to the present.

The kept their helmets under their arms as they walked up from the parking lot, hands clasped loosely between them in the summer-warmed darkness. Ellis was chattering on about Iron Man’s many suits, child-like in his brimming excitement despite having seen The Avengers four other times since its release, and Keith pingponged back with the occasional laughter-laced agreement or glitter-eyed question. Without his hat, Ellis’s curls were exposed for Keith’s frequent touching, fur-soft and warm against his fingers and lips.

“This means uh whole bunch tuh me, babe,” Ellis confessed in the lobby, shifting with excitement. His hoodie crinkled audibly with snacks he’d cheerfully suggested smuggling into the theater since Keith outrightly refused to pay the concession stand’s inflated prices, but he didn’t seem to notice his own noise. “Ah think yew an’ Nick cud git along fer real’ – an’ Overalls ain’t too bad, man. Yuh said it yerself: he jus’ wants tuh take care uh Nick himself like yew take care uh me…”

Keith squeezed his boyfriend’s hand in place of a comment, his smile patient even as Ellis began asking for a soda.

The men in question arrived a few minutes before the movie was scheduled to start, the younger of the two staring intently at his phone as he walked beside the conman. The lobby was beginning to get busy, the last handful of movies for the evening slotted to begin, and the foursome was forced to shuffle closer to the bathroom to talk.

“Man Ah didn’t even know if yew wus gonnuh show,” Ellis said in a delighted rush, socking Nick playfully in the shoulder, “Yew weren’t answerin’ none uh mah texts…” He paused, swinging his hand clasped with Keith’s back and forth between them, eyes steely as he glanced at Nick’s partner, “Uh problem it don’t look like Overalls has.”

Keith squeezed his hand briefly and Ellis settled back into a smile.

Nick visibly gave pause, averting his gaze from his best friend’s blustering cheerfulness. “Yeah, well,” he muttered, licking his thin lower lip and offering an even thinner smile, “I’ve had my hands full.”

“Yer hands full?” Ellis pulled a face, his scarred nose crinkling in an expression of disgust as he cuddled a little closer to his boyfriend’s side and the sleek leather jacket wrapped around his sloped shoulders. “Aw, c’mon, Nick, Ah don’t wannuh hear that kinduh shit –”

“Would you put your fucking phone down?” Nick said sharply, reaching to his own lover to yank the aforementioned cell away from the youngest of the survivors. “Jesus Christ, can’t you get his metaphorical dick out of your mouth for three fucking hours? You’re slobbering in public.”

Keith cleared his throat, gripping El’s hand even tighter, as Overalls glanced up with sharp blue eyes, phone held away from Nick’s groping hand with a warning look. “Yew invited yer friends,” he said tightly, “Ah can invite Keith an’ his boyfriend –”

Nick rounded on him, his voice quick and biting as he towered over the former mechanic. “Okay, first off, I didn’t invite them – they invited us. Second, you don’t even like my ex, and you have no fucking business even talking to Carebear – ”

“Yew can’t tell me who Ah can talk to!” Overalls shouted, garnering the attention of the bustle of people closest to them; oblivious or just uncaring in his anger, the not-survivor jabbed a finger against Nick’s chest through the open drape of his second button. “Yew ain’t got no right – ”

Nick’s eyes glittered dangerously. “Oh, I think I do. And if you’re planning on trying to cozy up to those two, be my guest,” the gambler paused, sucking in an irritated breath as Overalls tried to speak up, “Or don’t, because there’s no fucking way you’re doing it while living under my roof.”

“Ellis,” Keith said softly, nodding towards the theater hallway significantly. Ellis glanced up at him briefly before giving a short nod, his features twisted in a downright miserable frown as he moved to follow the redhead to the ticket booth.

“That is MAH house –”

Ellis stopped.

“I’m sure there’s room in Squared’s bed under Carebear’s dick –”

“Fuck yew,” Overalls snarled, taking a sharp step towards the pool enthusiast, but Ellis was there to edge between them in less than an exhale. “Git th’hell outtuh mah way, man.”

“Y’all need tuh take uh second tuh calm th’hell down,” Ellis said steadily, his dimpled chin cocked upward as he regarded his double rather cautiously, eyes intent on the angry rise and fall of Overalls’s shoulders as he panted. “Yer too late tuh invite anybody anyhow,” he added a little crisply, “Th’movie’s gonnuh start in like five minutes.”

Overalls shook his head, his smile soured with a tentative sort of hate sprung up from weeks of accumulating resentment. “Yew think yer sum kinduh peace keeper, don’tchuh, Ellis?” he mocked, voice rising as Nick took a step forward as if to silence their burgeoning conversation.

Ellis, startled by the accusation, blinked at his doppleganger in blank-faced confusion. “No, Ah –” he began flounderingly, glancing helplessly towards his own boyfriend, who’d been growing as tense as Nick behind him.  

Overalls gave a loud snort, lips pursing briefly in disgust as he moved forward, sneering in El’s face he entered his personal space. “Always got summin tuh say,” the male crowed, lifting his chin.

“I think Ellis jus’ don’t want uh bunchuh fightin’,” Keith said patiently, fingers wrapping around his boyfriend’s wrist in both support and warning, “When we awl came out fer uh good time.”

When Overalls scoffed and opened his mouth to continue his tirade, the redhead stepped closer, sliding his lanky figure between Ellis and his younger double. The guitarist’s expression remained careful as he assessed the tension.

“Red’s right,” Nick stated a little tightly behind them; Ellis turned, watching his best friend with muddled bewilderment and question. The gambler shrugged apathetically. “This was your thing, right?”

“Well yeah, but Ah wudn’t tryin’ tuh –”

“Stick yer nose where it don’t belong again?” said Overalls loudly, and Keith’s eyes narrowed into dark slits of blue.

“Man, screw yew,” Ellis wasped back, glowering at his fellow brunette around Keith’s arm.

Nick cleared his throat in unison with an eye roll, fingering the cuff of his buttoned shirt to alleviate some miniscule issue with its positioning. “Like I said,” he spoke over his lover’s angry exhale, “This is El’s thing. Let’s save the bullshit for later, huh?”

“Movie’s gonnuh start,” Keith added curtly, and Ellis nodded slowly behind him, fingers curling tighter within their shared grasp.

“Yeah, okay,” muttered the coffin-escapee with a thick swallow, backing down with lingering tension in his jaw.

“Nick?” Keith questioned, dark blue eyes flicking back towards the conman, who shrugged a shoulder noncommittally but flashed their tickets regardless. “C’mon, shortcake,” he encouraged, and Ellis gripped his hand tightly as the foursome started towards the dimly illuminated hallway.

Unsurprisingly, the conman led his young lover several seats away from Ellis and his redhead, giving the older brunette an apologetic sort of smile in place of a verbal apology. The younger Ellis was rigid when he sat down, but as his older double watched, Nick slid an arm along the back of his chair and began murmuring in his ear, and Overalls’s shoulders gradually settled into a comfortable slump.

Turning back to his own boyfriend, Ellis tucked his head against Keith’s shoulder, smoothing an arm across the taller mechanic’s midsection to tuck a hand into the pocket of his leather riding jacket. “Thanks fer th’save, babe.”

“Save, huh?” echoed Keith with a low chuckle, his voice hushed as darkness descended on the theater and previews began to light the screen.

Pressing a kiss to Keith’s pierced ear, Ellis purred, “Hope th’hero’s got sum action left tuh give when we git home.”

They had learned each other well in their months together, and the satisfaction simmered between them with warmth as the Avengers assembled before them; halfway through the movie, Ellis glanced at their estranged companions to find them kissing in the shadows, and with a snort, he settled closer to Keith, content to let them handle their own problems while he enjoyed his lack of them.