2--The Plans
This story contains M/M Bunnysucking, Zombie Slaying, and witty banter. If such things offend, don't read it. This is also blatant parody ^.^
All characters (C) themselves.
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The Plans
"Z-z-zombies..." Bill whimpered.
"No, we can't say the Z word. That's ridiculous." Tris said, grabbing new boxers and pulling them on, "If we call them that, we've lost our minds!"
"Then they're the living dead!" Bill shouted. "Why are you getting dressed, baby?"
"Leona might still be out there," Tris said hurriedly pulling on his pants, "Remember, she went down to the Cupboard?"
"So?" Bill blinked.
"So there might be more of those..." Tris rifled through his belongings, "Things out there!"
"Tris you are not leaving me here alone, not knowing if you've become zombie chow!" Bill cried.
Tris looked at Bill, his expression softening, and nodded, climbing up onto the bed. Bill slid into Tris' lap as he held his love close. "We're just gonna wait this out. I have enough food in my minifridge to survive for-" He was silenced by a scream. A scream coming from directly above them. "Oh my Gods..." Tris whispered.
Bill slid off of Tris and the bed and started dressing, "We're going. Together."
"But Love..." Tris watched as Bill buttoned up his shirt.
"What?" Bill said sharply.
"I don't want to lose you..." Tris nearly began to cry.
Bill walked over to the bed and hugged Tris tight, "You aren't going to lose me. I'm going to stay with you. I love you."
Tris sniffled, "I love you too."
Bill gave a weak smile, "I love you more."
Tris ventured a smile, "I'm not getting into that argument." Bill kissed Tris softly. After a moment, Tris slid off the bed. "Alright. What do I have in this room that can be effectively used as a weapon?" Tris started sifting through the layers of crap on his floor. He pulled out a long rainbow-colored umbrella with a spike at the end and set it on the bed. He found some old belts with spikes on them. He took them and strapped one on each of his large footpaws. He then looked on his desk and found his toy crossbow, designed for shooting sucker-darts. Tris grinned and opened the bottom drawer of his desk. It was filled with packets of coins. Tris took a packet of dimes and stuck it in the groove in the crossbow, "Too small..." He grabbed a stack of quarters and tried it, "Too big..." He grabbed a stack of nickels and it fit perfectly, "Score." He grabbed a bag and filled it with the wrapped stack of nickels. "Well, the ammo costs two-fifty each, but I'm willing to stake our lives on more than that." Tris slung the bag over one shoulder, picked up the umbrella, and turned to see Bill holding an old tire iron that he found on the other side of the room. Tris smiled, "That'll do."
Bill smiled back, and then turned to the door. Tris stuffed his keycard into his large pocket and went to the door. "You remember how to kill Zombies, right?"
Tris sighed, "We aren't calling the-"
"Destroy the brain cavity or remove the head from the body." Bill recited.
Tris looked back at Bill, "If we're lucky there won't even be any of those... things... out there." He said, half to help himself. He opened the door to a snarling Hyena, "FUCK!" Tris swung his umbrella and audibly snapped its neck. It fell to the ground and then began to stir. Tris raised the umbrella and stabbed it along its spine. It kept getting up and used its legs. "Fuck! I broke its spine! How is it doing that?!?"
Bill looked on the wall. There was an emergency axe for fires. He used the tire iron to shatter the glass and grabbed the axe. Tris had backed up against the wall as the hyena staggered towards him. Bill swung the axe screaming shrilly. The hyena's head fell to the floor, soon followed by the rest of the body. It didn't move after that. "Don't touch my boyfriend." Bill panted out. Tris stood shocked for a moment before grabbing Bill and kissing him passionately. They then turned to see that they had attracted attention. The hall was now filled with staggering bloody furres headed towards them. Tris took his crossbow and a pack of nickels and aimed. Bill saw he was aiming for their chests, "Aim for the head!"
Tris shrugged and changed his aim for the horse who was staggering towards him closest. He pulled the trigger as the heavy bullet of coins launched, colliding with the stallion's head with a sickening crunch. The horse fell to the ground as the projectile exploded, Nickels falling everywhere. "There goes the hope of reusing the packs..." Tris aimed again at the next staggering beast's head and fired, but missed the center of its head. The packet just exploded, pushing the fox into the furre behind him. Both began to struggle to get up. Before he could reload, Bill ran forward, swinging axe in one paw, tire iron in the other. He jumped and spun, decapitating the giraffe, and then crushing the skull of the skunk. Tris was loaded again and shot the monitor turning to attack Bill in the back of the head with a sickening crunch. Bill scampered out of its falling path as the nickels fell to the ground. Tris put the crossbow in the bag and stabbed the fox in the forehead with the spike at the tip of his umbrella, before kicking out with his spiked footpaws. Three furres got their heads spun all the way around with one kick. For some reason they stayed standing, but slumped against the wall. Bill stabbed each in the head with the tire iron to be sure as Tris slayed another assailant. Tris and Bill stood panting as they surveyed the carnage they had just wrought. Tris bent down and started collecting as many nickels as he could, leaving the bloody ones alone.
Bill helped and soon they walked to the door of the stairwell. They heard footsteps and a shadow crossed the frosted glass. Tris pulled out the crossbow and loaded it. Bill held the axe and tire iron in defensive positions. The door slammed open. Bill screamed and swung the axe. Markie grabbed the shaft of the axe. "Careful where you swing that thing, bunny." She had a bag around one shoulder and a bloody aluminum baseball bat. Behind her stood Rowan, wearing combat boots, leather gloves and holding two daggers, each looking to be ceremonial in nature.
Tris sighed, "Well that's a relief..."
"That we're alive or that we aren't Zombies?"
"Don't say the 'Z' word. If we-" Tris started again.
"C'mon Tris, we have to find Leona." Rowan urged, starting down the stairs.
"She never came back?!?" Tris cried as he followed Markie down the steps. Rowan gasped when she reached the bottom.
"What is it?" Bill called down.
"You have to see it..." She said quietly as they came down the steps. There they saw a part of the wall was ajar. "A secret door."
"Where could it lead?" Markie asked.
"Well," Tris began, "I always found it weird that there was a stoop to get up to the basement level of this building." He stepped forward cautiously, his loaded crossbow still in paw. "It makes sense to have something lower." He pulled the door all the way open, revealing another stair case. Tris went down first slowly, followed by Bill, then Markie, then Rowan taking up the rear. There was a corridor. One door labeled "Test animals" was open slightly. Tris stepped around this door and headed on down the hall.
Bill looked at this door. Beneath the print was a small symbol. "That's the symbol of the Gazebo Corporation!" He exclaimed.
"Who?" Markie asked.
"They're a Swedish Pharmaceutical company." Bill explained, "Very powerful in Europe. But why would they be making Zombies here?"
"Bill, there's no such thing as Zombies!" Tris turned as the door labeled "Laboratory" opened and out staggered a furre with glazed eyes.
"What do you call that?" Bill pointed.
Markie reached in her bag, "Dead meat." She threw a small pair of metal safety scissors, which imbedded in the furre's forehead. The furre collapsed.
Tris turned and looked at the corpse, "Holy shit!"
"What?" Bill came forward to comfort him.
Rowan looked closer, "That was your roommate..."
Bill looked confused. "The note said he was with a study buddy..." He looked closer, "At least that's what I thought it said. I was too driven with lust to read the rest..."
"I didn't even see the note due to lust..." Tris saw what caught Bill's attention. There was an official looking name tag on the medical lab coat he had on. "Dr. Dillian Gillian..."
"That wasn't his name..." Rowan said, confused.
"Indeed." Tris stepped over the body and looked into the Laboratory. "Well something caused a mess in here..." The room was filled with all sorts of equipment strewn about randomly. Tris stepped in carefully and turned to beckon the others in. "C'mon, it looks clear enough." Just then, the computer display shorted and a projection of a little white bunny appeared.
The projection turned to Tris, "Who are you?" Came the sweet innocent voice.
Tris turned towards it. "I am Tristan Gregory Hawthorne. Third year. And you?"
"I am called the White Rabbit." The image stated plainly, "I am the visual representation of the Artificial Intelligence regulating this complex."
"What Complex?" Rowan asked. The image did not acknowledge her.
"This is a dorm, not an evil base." Markie added. The image seemed to not notice her either.
Bill looked at them, then the image, "Can you see me?"
"Of course I can see you, Tristan's Mate." The projection replied, looking as if this was a very silly question.
"Can you see me?" Rowan asked, much to the same result as when she asked it a question before.
Tris looked confused, "Why don't you answer them?" He indicated the two females.
"My sensors only indicate two beings worth communicating with." The image said innocently. Rowan growled and looked ready to tear apart the Computer.
"Pray tell, why are we worthy?" Bill said as Markie restrained Rowan.
The image turned to Bill and smiled in a rather innocent way that, in the present circumstances, looked very creepy. "Why, because of who you are, Tristan's Mate."
"Alright," Tris looked around. "This is getting creepy... I move we get out of here..."
"I second that motion." Rowan said, eyeing the image of the white rabbit, "All in favor?"
"Aye."
"Aye."
"Aye."
Rowan turned to leave, "It looks like the 'Aye's have it..."
The door in slammed shut. "You shall not leave."
Tris was hit with a wave of distress as the image seemed to fill up with unadulterated evil, just from the smirk that appeared on the innocent muzzle. "Why can't we leave?"
"You are Tristan. Dr Gillian was looking after you since you were chosen."
"Chosen?" Markie blinked.
"Wait, that's his roomie, right?" Rowan asked.
Markie sighed, "I think we forgot we're the ones being ignored here..."
"Since his untimely demise," The image continued, "It has become my task to keep you safe until the re-enforcements arrive."
"Look, just Let us out!" Tris cried. The door opened. "Why did you do that?"
"I'm programmed to obey you, but I get to interpret your commands any way I choose, within reason." The image of the rabbit explained. "Unfortunately that was a very direct command."
Tris ushered Bill, Rowan, and Markie out silently so as to not accidentally give a command. Tris started back the way they came, "Let's get out of here..."
They climbed the stairwell and emptied into the bottom of the main stairwell, "Lets look outside..." Markie went to the door to the mudroom and saw a cluster of moaning snarling furres with glossy eyes. "Shit! The mudroom's filled with Zombies!"
"Keep light on at night to help keep your neighborhood safe MY ASS!" Rowan shouted. The zombies on the other side of the door turned and started towards the door.
"Okay..." Tris looked, "If we do this right, we can survive this."
"Well if you and Markie use your projectiles after knocking out the little window," Rowan thought aloud, taking Tris and Markie over to one side. "We can get them. In fact I think those scissors can be shot from that crossbow." As she spoke, Bill opened the door and started hacking at zombies with his Axe.
Tris, not noticing this, said, "But that window is reinforced glass. It has steel wiring in it we can't just knock it out with a baseball bat." The window got splattered with blood, "Anyway, It might save us if we have to have a tactical retreat back here."
Markie hefted the baseball bat, "This can get it out in a few hits, Tris." The sounds of bodies falling came from the next room. "And I don't want to stay in a building regulated by a computer that denies my existence."
"What do you think, Bill?" Rowan turned to see a lack of Bill.
"Shit. BILL!" Tris opened the door to see Bill standing over a pile of headless zombies with his axe.
"It's about time you guys noticed I was gone..." Bill sighed.
The others blinked and Tris slid to hug Bill, "I'm glad you're on our side."
"I am 'Tristan's Mate'. What other side would I be on?" Bill grinned and nuzzled up to Tris. Bill then walked to the next door and peeked out the dark window. "Great."
"What?" Rowan and Markie entered the mudroom.
"It's one thing to decapitate half a dozen zombies in a tight chamber where they can't get away," Bill said as if it were an everyday occurrence, "But twenty? Out in the open?"
"I think it would be a better strategy would be for Tris and Markie to plow a path through the zombies and for us to run away, instead of beheading every single one of the bastards, Bill." Rowan pat Bill on the shoulder.
"Hmph." Bill glared at Rowan.
Tris and Markie shrugged, "You take High, I take Low?" Markie handled her bat in preparation.
Tris grinned, spinning the umbrella. He turned and kicked the door so hard it came off its hinges. "I've always wanted to do that." He sprung out and swung the umbrella to knock a row of the zombies over. Markie soon followed, spinning her bat, before swinging down and breaking knees left and right. Tris spun on one paw kicking zombies quickly. Soon Rowan and Bill ran out. Rowan and Markie got out of there, but Tris had to pull Bill away from his kill. They got to the fork of the paths, the bridge to the left, the way to the other Residence Halls to the right.
Markie looked down to the right, "Zombies at two o'clock." They started toward the bridge, "Woah, ugly!" More zombies were on the bridge.
Tris swung his umbrella, "There are less here." Bill grinned and they ran forward to start cutting apart zombies.
Rowan followed, "Damn males and their stupid urges..." She sheathed her blades and started lashing out with every limb.
Markie joined the fray. She spun her bat around and thwacked a zombie. Bill took his axe and reared back to cut off a zombie's head, shattering the head of the zombie sneaking up on him in the process. Tris came to Bill's aid, seeing the Zombies start to swarm him as the smallest member of the party. Tris swung his umbrella and tried to shout something useful to Bill as he fought through the crowd. "Octopus with a Drum set!" Was all that came out. Bill blinked, then remembered the quote from Mystery Men: "Lash out with every limb, like the octopus who plays the drums." Bill kicked a zombie and spun crushing skulls with the blunt end of the Axe, the tire iron on his waist so he could use both paws with the axe.
Meanwhile Rowan also took Tris' bizarre advice, swinging her combat boot clad footpaws at zombie's heads and punching out with her leather gloves. She grabbed one, snapped its neck and threw it at some Zombies advancing on Markie. Markie was now using her bat as a proper club, using the handle end as well. Soon the four combatants began to tire, "Where are they all coming from?"
A knife with a length of twine threaded through the hole in the handle embedded in the head of the zombie about to bite Tris as he focused on getting to Bill. He turned in time to duck as it was yanked back by the string to Kat, who now began to swing it again. Near her was Rainbow, a rather gothic cat, and Kat's friend. She had on all her finger armor and her paws were soaked with coagulated blood. "Let no one say Tai Chi never saved a life!"
But the zombies kept coming, and even with these re-enforcements, they were becoming overwhelmed. Tris reached Bill and grabbed his arm, "This way!" He said, leading Bill back towards his residence hall. He plowed a path as Rowan and Markie saw the need for retreat and called to Kat and Rainbow. All six ended back at the fork in the path, met by more Zombies from the other two ways.
"Down the stairs!" Rowan yelled. They ran down the stairs as quickly as they could on the slick concrete. Bill grasped Tris closely as they nearly fell. Tris grabbed the guardrail in time. When they got to the bottom, they saw a light on in the Cupboard. But in the way were a group of zombies trying to get in the closed door, some of which had turned, noticing the group.
Kat looked down at Bill's hip, where the tire iron sat, then to a parked car a few feet away. She grabbed the tire iron and ran to the car, "Hey!" Bill protested as Kat popped off the hubcap. She threw it like a Frisbee and decapitated a zombie, the hubcap imbedding in the skull of the one behind it, killing that one too. "Nice shot." Bill blinked as she popped off another hubcap. She threw another one, but it went wide and bounced against a cement support, ricocheting back towards the group.
Markie deflected it back at the zombies with a swing of her baseball bat. "Okay, that could have killed us. Let's try to aim a little better." Markie growled. The third hubcap soon flew and managed to miss all the zombies and bounced off the wall, coming back at the zombies from behind, before slaying four.
"Well, wadya know? Zombie skittles!" Tris commented.
"More like Oddjob..." Bill noted.
"One more hubcap on this car..." Kat popped off the last one.
"There's no more cars around, make this count!" Rainbow proclaimed.
"Right!" Kat flung the last hubcap into the zombie horde. A couple more undead furres bit the dust a second time.
"Can I get my tire iron back?" Bill said impatiently as Kat struck a pose in triumph over zombie-kind.
She looked over her shoulder and looked down at the tire iron. "Oh." She handed it back to Bill, who snatched it back quickly.
Rowan looked at the leftover zombies. "So, you think we can plow through them and get to the Cupboard?"
The door to the Cupboard opened and a ferret carrying a mace made from plumbing equipment and scrap metal came out and began killing zombies. "Robert?" Tris said, recognizing him. "Oi! DICK!!!"
Robert turned and saw Tris, "ASSMASTER! Get over here!"
Tris started fighting through Zombies from the other side, soon followed by Bill and then the others. "Assmaster?" Bill asked while chopping a zombie's head in half.
"Inside joke." Tris stabbed a zombie up inside its gaping mouth with the tip of his umbrella.
"E-HEHEHEHEHE!!!" Robert spun with his mace killing a circle of zombies.
"Okay, that's a little creepy." Bill commented.
"He said while mutilating reanimated corpses" Tris grinned.
"Oh, Hush." Bill said as they broke through.
Rowan punched a Zombie's head in and shouted, "Alright, into the Cupboard!"
All seven furs ran in and Robert slammed the door behind them.
Markie looked around, "So... What supplies are left?"
Robert grinned, "Well a few furs came by earlier and took all the microwavable burritos, but they forgot to use the microwave on them. I doubt they've got very far. Luckily they restocked today, so there's plenty of everything. The commons is clear so far because there are doors that are automatic that are turned off at night, and I think we can hole up here quite nicely."
"Providing the windows hold." Rowan said simply.
"Yeah, providing the..." Robert looked at her, "Huh?"
"All the external walls for the commons out there are glass." Tris poked Robert's arm.
Robert poked back, "Zombies don't use tools and I doubt one has the strength to punch one out." There was a loud cracking sound.
Bill ran to the door leading to the commons, "Those windows won't hold long against the pure weight of the zombies, sorry love."
"Sorry for what?" Rainbow raised an eyebrow.
Bill smirked, "Tris is refusing to use the 'Z' word."
Markie looked the shop door up and down, "How sturdy is that door?"
Kat poked it, "Pretty good as doors go. Wood. Has hinges."
"It looks like we can barricade the windows with these pinball machines, pool tables, couches, ping pong table, piano..." Bill was scanning the room, "No lack of heavy objects."
"Sounds like a plan." Tris said, striding into the empty space to start pushing a couch to against a window.
"If they break through before we're done, though, we fall back and lock this door." Rowan said, following Tris and helping him.
"Agreed." Tris said, reaching the couch already at the window, "Lift on three." Rowan nodded and they both readjusted their grip on the sofa. "One, two, three, Lift!" They began to pile the many heavy objects in the space against the wall of windows, bracing them firmly. Bill unlocked the pinball machines' wheels and rolled them in front of the double doors, relocking the wheels once they where in position. Meanwhile, Markie rolled the ping pong table over, tilted it up, folded the legs under, and slid it behind the row of arcade video game systems, bracing the two windows most of the zombies were against. Robert dropped his bloody mace and rolled the standing piano over. Kat and Rainbow began pulling the pool tables over to be upturned.
After a good fifteen minutes of hurried working there was nowhere to sit but the floor, and the only light came from the cupboard. They sort of all fell over or sat down, breathing heavily. "Time for some well deserved rest..." Robert laid back onto Tris, who pushed him off and Bill flicked his ear. "Hey..."
"We're not through this yet. We still have to wait till help comes or something." Tris said, getting up.
Rowan nodded, "We should rest and eat. We may need the energy sooner than we expect."
"C'mon Ro, lets get these warriors some vittles." Tris said, failing a frontier accent entirely. Bill giggled, as did Markie (But for other reasons) and Rowan just rolled her eyes. "The microwave should be working." He continued in his normal voice.
"Alright." Rowan headed into the Cupboard, "Grab some sugary things."
"I'm gonna have to veto that, Ro," Tris said, grabbing some microwavable soup cups, "We need long energy not short energy." He grabbed a box of power bars and some granola bars. "Sure you get a peak with sugar, but it doesn't last long and you get drained more, faster, afterward. Not good for survival."
"What do you suggest, Oh gourmand?" Ro raised an eyebrow.
"Protein and starch. Starch takes longer to digest than sugar, so you get the energy stretched out over a period of time. Protein gives the starch an even longer run for energy. Sure, you can give'm sugar as long as they have the proteins as well." He grabbed a paper bag and filled it with his finds and started into the freezer section.
Bill stood up and entered the Cupboard himself. He had heard this was where Leona was headed last, but there was no sign of her having been there at all. He looked at the locked glass door that zombies were pressed against, drooling at the sight of fleshy beings. "Tris?"
"Yes, hun?" Tris carried a stack of microwave dinners up and set them down next to the Microwave.
"Where do you think the Z-" Bill smirked, "'Those things' came from?"
Tris gave him a stern look, then looked off at the door, "I'm guessing it's the Gazebo corporation, doing illegal experiments of some kind. Why else would they have a secret underground lab with an AI computer guarding it?"
"I guess so." Bill sighed, "In movies it's always radiation or a voodoo curse or something--"
"Psudo-scientific?" Tris grinned, "That's because they're movies." He pulled Bill close, then towards the freezer section, "You look like you need a coke."
"Mmmm, that does sound good right about now." Bill smiled and Tris grabbed one from one of the coolers and tossed the plastic bottle. Bill caught it deftly and opened it.
It immediately fizzed and sprayed all over Bill's shirt, "Crap." Tris said as Bill stuffed the top of the bottle into his mouth to catch the foaming. "Ro, could you microwave those dinners for the others while I clean Bill up? He got soda all over him." Rowan looked at him suspiciously, "Can't fight the forces of evil when you're all sticky can you?"
Rowan sighed and pointed to the storeroom, "There's prolly a sink in there."
"Thanks." Tris led Bill, who was still sucking on the bottle, into said back storeroom. He smirked and pulled it from Bill's lips, substituting his own for the chemical the rabbit seemed so dependant on. Bill mmmmmmed and grasped Tris' chest under his bathrobe. Tris, meanwhile, unbuttoned Bill's shirt swiftly and threw it into the sink. He stroked Bill's chest and felt where his fur was damp. He softly pulled away from the kiss to grab a handtowel, dampen it and turn toward Bill, "What's wrong?"
"I don't know where that thing's been..." Bill was staring at the towel.
Tris smirked, "You've been splattered with coagulated blood and a handtowel worries you?" Bill nodded fervently. Tris sighed and put it back in the sink, before kneeling slowly wrapping an arm around behind Bill's hips.
"W-what are you doing?" Bill said softly in response to Tris' actions.
Tris smiled up at Bill, "Cleaning you." He got up close to Bill's chest and gave the damp fur a soft, slow, lick. Bill shuddered softly, one hand clinging to the arm Tris had around his waist, the other moving to slowly run his fingers through Tris' long soft hair as he worked.
Bill gasped as Tris' nimble tongue crossed his nipple, before moving down lower, the Hare sitting further back on his heels the lower he went. Before long he had reached Bill's pants. Bill looked down, "Mmm, that was very nice..." Tris grinned and, using his free hand, undid Bill's pants. "What are you doing?!" Bill said, surprised.
"Returning a favor you did me..." Tris smiled and buried his muzzle into the gap in the front of Bill's pants, licking out purposefully, coaxing the already aroused and swollen sheathe to release its prisoner to him. Before long, the furry flap of skin disgorged the bunnycock right onto the bridge of Tris' nose. "Why hello there..." Tris grinned playfully. Bill forgot about Zombies, forgot about the others, and forgot where he was. All that was left was Tris, and the pleasure he felt as his love took his member past his lips into the warmth of his maw.
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Kat peeked into the Cupboard, "Where'd Tris go?"
Rowan smirked, sitting on the counter next to the microwave, waiting for one of the dinners. "Into the storeroom. With Bill." She took a finger and shoved it into her other hand's loose fist for graphic emphasis.
"Ah." Kat retreated into the darker chamber.
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Tris suckled softly, holding the whole shaft in his mouth after a moment or two, keeping his sharp teeth as far from the tender flesh as he could with his mouth closed. He once again felt the gentle strokes of Bill's fingers in his hair and rubbing along his scalp. This made him murr softly. Bill gasped and grasped the back of Tris' head. The vibrations caused by the soft vocalization were overwhelming. Bill panted for breath, "Please, do it again, Love." Tris grinned around Bill's cockbase, his nose in the musky orange pubes, and closed his eyes, softly murring once more. Tris' free paw came up to slip into Bill's slacks to softly rub and cradle his balls. Bill bit his lip, on the verge. One more suck and... "Unh!" Bill nearly squealed as Tris' mouth was flooded with thick creamy bunnycum. Tris gulped when his mouth filled and a bit leaked from the corner of his mouth, then again and again, gulping directly at the pumping cock, succeeding in keeping Bill in a state of orgasm much longer than usual, drinking his lovers rich seed. After a few moments, Tris pulled off the shaft slowly, a string of cum connecting his lip to the cockhead. Bill stroked Tris' head softly, smiling dazedly, "You suck pretty good for a virgin."
"Popsicles are my friend." Tris winked, still a little out of breath. They stayed that way for what seemed like forever, before Tris licked the tip of Bill's subtlety leaking cock and tucked it back into his slacks. He did up the fly noticing that by now Bill's shirt was dry, but a little sticky. To fix this, Tris poured some talcum powder on it. "There, good as new." He dressed the still dazed Bill, and gently led him back out into the Cupboard proper. Rowan smirked at Bill's expression and raised an eyebrow at Tris. Tris grinned, "Protein."