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None of them really know how they end up like this. All three of them together, in a shack that could certainly use some fixing up but is a Hell of a lot better than most of the places in the wasteland.
Despite the three of them having escaped an ambush, roughed up and out of breath, there's still that rush of adrenaline pumping through their veins.
At least, Maximus and Lucy's veins, as she pulls him instantly in for a kiss the moment The Ghoul tells them to get inside.
They barely acknowledge the door swinging open, too lost in the press of each other's mouths, not realising that The Ghoul is standing right there instead of scoping the area like they'd both assumed he would he doing.
Lucy's fingers grip tight onto Maximus's undershirt, his power armour long abandoned. She's practically clawing at the material, something The Ghoul notices with an brow bone raise. The way Max's hands look so stiff in comparison, cradling her arms, makes him let out a long whistle.
The noise jolts the two young lovers apart, their eyes wide as they look towards The Ghoul, who's standing with one hip cocked, eyes dragging over them in a way that's almost lecherous.
"You kids are something else, I'll tell you what," The Ghoul huffs out a laugh before sucking his teeth. He looks between the two of them, noting the difference in their postures. She looks so much more experienced, despite the cheery disposition he's been used to seeing on her. He turns his words to Maximus. "You never kissed a lady before?"
Maximus doesn't know why he has to justify himself to this man. It was not too long ago The Ghoul was trying to kidnap her from a community of people he'd killed, and Maximus had intervened.
"Yeah," Maximus nods, looking to Lucy, who's looking up at him with those big, hazel eyes, wordlessly reassuring him, like she's saying he shouldn't have to respond if he doesn't want to. He looks back to The Ghoul, who simply tilts his head as if to say he doesn't believe him. Suddenly, he feels quite defensive. "I have! We've kissed! She even suggested intercourse!"
Lucy's expression shifts to one of shock. She nudges Maximus with her elbow, shaking her head.
"Intercourse?" The Ghoul barks out a laugh, a sound so rare from him that it almost makes the two other occupants of the room jolt. "Now I don't like to assume things about a lady, or anyone, really, but I'm guessing she's engaged in this 'intercourse' before. She certainly got that fire in her."
"I do not appreciate being spoken about like I'm not here," Lucy frowns, stepping away from Maximus, towards The Ghoul. Max's hand reaches out to stop her, but she's too determined. "You can't just say you don't make assumptions about people and then make assumptions!"
Cocking her neck up, she glowers at The Ghoul, who gazes down upon her face with a dark heat to his eyes. His gaze flickers to her lips, something she notices. Shoulders jerking back, her breath hitches in her chest. She knows that look. She's had that look. Swallowing, she steps back, turning back to Max.
Max looks a little shell-shocked, face flushed hot at the whole situation.
The Ghoul looks over at him, sizing him up for a moment, like he's mulling over options in his head. Max notices, swallowing as hard as Lucy had done. The Ghoul approaches, a swagger to his step.
"I know you tin can motherfuckers are pretty wound up tight, but you gotta have fooled around once or twice," He says, his southern drawl hitting Maximus's ears in a way that makes his stomach tighten. It's uneasy, but strangely lulling. Strangely enticing. "They let women in your freaky little cult, right?"
Lucy watches from behind them, fingers curling into fists, unsure of if she should step in or not.
"Y-yes," Maximus doesn't know why he's stuttering. He supposes, deep down, it's a feeling of shame. The Brotherhood had been so sanitized. So repressed. He swallows, straightening up his shoulders, meeting The Ghoul's eyeline. "The Brotherhood accepts people of all genders. My friend Dane, they're not a man or a woman."
"Huh?" The Ghoul's brow bone raises. He's the one who looks slightly confused now. Sure, all this time in the wasteland, he's been exposed to plenty of stuff, but he's still a man from a time gone by. Still 200-something-years old. "Well, I don't really know what the fuck that means, but I'm guessing it means you ain't got your dick wet once. Gender irrelevant. No pussy... or dick."
Max inhales sharply, eyes widening. He'd only been exposed to the concept of intercourse with a woman not too long ago. The thought of anyone else... it was entirely new.
"Alright, I think that's enough now," Lucy interjects, stepping behind The Ghoul, realising that they're all way in over their heads.
"You getting jealous, sweetheart?" the older man smirks as he turns to look at her. His eyes drag across her face again, down to the curve of her mouth. Bringing up a hand, his knuckles brush her bruised cheek. "I can show him how to treat a lady right. What d'you say, soldier?"
Face burning hotter than the sun, Lucy tears her eyes away from The Ghoul, looking to Maximus for some sort of response. He simply stares at them, a curious look under all the nervous apprehension. He's a sweetheart, but he's also a red blooded human being. She supposes, so is she.
"I..." Max shakes his head, like he's just come to his senses. Reaching out, he places a hand on The Ghoul's elbow, pulling him back from Lucy. "This is weird!"
Spinning on the heel of his boot, The Ghoul chuckles, facing the younger man. His gaze drop to where his fingers are gripping his arm, strong and sturdy.
"You got a nice grip on ya," he drawls, eyes lifting to meet Max's gaze. The younger man's eyes widen, somewhat scared, but ultimately curious. Like he doesn't know what he wants. "You never jerk off? Just once? Felt a titty? Touched another fella's dick? Hey, we've all done it. Shit happens in war."
Lucy audibly gasps from behind him.
"Oh, come on, neither of you? Surely they got some homo-sex-uals in that vault of yours," The Ghoul drawls out his words, rolling his eyes at both their naiveties.
"Well, it's not..." Lucy begins, unsure of where her words are really going. She should stop this whole situation right now, but she doesn't. "We value reproduction above all. But I never really got that."
"Jesus, now I really need you two to fuck," The Ghoul hisses, shaking his head as he slips away from Max's grip and waltzes back over to where he'd initially been standing.
Maximus still seems quite pre-occupied by what The Ghoul had said about his grip, along with the questions about his experience. Lucy seems quite taken aback by the way he'd looked at her, the way he'd looked at Max. This whole situation was bizarre, but neither of them know what to say, what to do.
"I can stand outside, if you want?" The Ghoul suggests, watching as Lucy and Max meet each other's eye. "Peep in through the window, if it makes you more comfortable."
Max and Lucy's eyes both widen, wordlessly searching each other's faces, like they're actually considering it. Lucy's gaze falls to Max's lips, her hand moving to touch his chest. She mulls the weight of everything over in her head. Is she really going to do this? It seems like Maximus's mind is focused on the very same thoughts, his own gaze dropping to her mouth.
Looking over to where The Ghoul is stood, Lucy's stomach tightens at the sight of him. He's watching, gaze hot, leaning against a wooden beam, one hand on his belt. He looks so smug. It makes her skin burn.
Turning to Max, she moves the hand that's not on his chest to his waist, shifting their bodies closer, pulling him in. Craning her neck up, she presses their lips together, catching the man somewhat off-guard. Max hums into the kiss, sinking into the warmth of her.
The Ghoul inhales, sharp and sudden. He hadn't actually expected them to go through with it. He's so used to fucking around with people, pushing their buttons. He whistles. "Well, well, well..."
Lucy's fingers guide Maximus's hands to her hips, her body craning against his as she parts her mouth, deepening the kiss. His hands grip her tight, knees sinking, head swimming with the feeling of her weight against him.
The Ghoul stands there, silent, watching with an intensity in his eyes that he hasn't felt for a long time. His own blood had been so cold for so long, only warmed by the amount of junk he pumped into his veins. Watching these two, it lit something in him. Two kids. One so inexperienced, the other mostly only used to kissing her cousin, but very much knowing what the birds and the bees are all about. Both somehow naïve in their own ways. Both so deliciously desperate for each other's touch.
Tilting his head back, he watches, the finger on his hand that once belonged to Lucy, trailing across his belt, as Lucy's own hands reach out towards Maximus's own pants.
Maximus lets out a shudder as Lucy's lips move to his neck, tasting salt and sweat. He's never felt this before, his cock swelling to attention at the touch of someone else. He reaches out, grips Lucy's arm, steadying himself so his knees don't buckle.
"Come on, now," The Ghoul draws out, breaking the silence. "You gotta get yours too, darling. Show him how."
Lucy exhales sharply as she pulls her mouth away from Max's skin, her eyes meeting The Ghoul's for a brief moment. Burning hot. Turning to Max, she loops her fingers around his wrist, guiding his hand down where her vault suit is unzipped, the arms tied around her waist. She moves his hand past the elastic of her underwear, down between her thighs. His fingertips brush across coarse hair briefly, before sinking between slick folds of heat, eliciting a shuddering breath from her mouth.
His cock twitches, hard and heavy, rising to attention.
"Lucy..." he whispers, forehead pressing to her shoulder, his whole body burning and they've barely even touched each other.
The Ghoul, still watching, meets Lucy's eyes, watches as her head tilts back and she moans.
His own hands move to his belt, unbuckling the metal, slipping a hand between the zip of his jeans, palming at the hard outline beneath the fabric of his underwear.
Maximus lifts his head, cheek pressed to Lucy's shoulder still, catching sight of The Ghoul. He looks down at where he's touching himself, the thought of what he'd asked him from before, about other guys, crossing his mind.
Lucy follows his curiosity, wondering just what a man who looks as grotesque as The Ghoul could possibly have down there.
They can't see much, his hands and the dim light of where he's stood obscuring most of it, but what they do see is the head of a thick cock, mottled with bumps like the skin of his face, the tip of it glistening with pre-cum.
Maximus's thumb presses to the head of Lucy's clit, earning a shocked gasp from the woman. He pulls back immediately, unsure of he's hurt her or not, looking desperately to her, checking if she's alright.
"No, no, it's okay," she reassures him, her own hand curling around the length of him, eyes encouraging. Her other hand grips the wrist in her underwear tighter, guiding his fingers back to her heat.
The Ghoul makes a low groan from where he's stood, followed by a chuckle, drawing Max's attention. "Found her sweet spot, yeah?"
"Shut up," Lucy snipes, before turning back to look up at Maximus and his curious, big brown eyes. He's so handsome. So kind. "It's okay. You can do it again."
Nodding, he moves his hand, pressing into her warmth again. He meets The Ghoul's dark gaze, over her shoulder as she bucks into his hand, letting out little gasps of pleasure. It's a lot. The sweet sound of Lucy's noises, the touch of her hand on his swelled cock. She swirls her thumb across the head of him, getting a moan from the back of his throat. He can see The Ghoul out of the corner of his eye, palming himself, watching them both with a hunger he hadn't thought possible. Like he wants to eat them. It's so much. So overwhelming.
"Lucy, I'm..." he stammers, the hand not in her pants gripping Lucy's arm. He looks like he's trying to pull his hips back, but he can't quite manage it, a tight heat curling in his abdomen. It shoots through him suddenly, catching him completely off-guard, the weight of Lucy's hand and the sight of her big, beautiful eyes, guiding him over the edge.
"Oh!" Lucy gasps, feeling Max's cock twitch against her palm, followed by the sound of him letting out a guttural groan, his forehead craning against her shoulder.
"Je-su-s," The Ghoul whistles, watching as the younger man comes, right into his pants. "Well, I'll be damned. You weren't kidding."
Lucy ignores The Ghoul's teasing, focuses on the touch of Maximus's hand, her free hand moving to touch his burning hot cheek, reassurance.
Exhaling, Max lifts his head, dizzy in the aftershocks of what was the first orgasm of his life.
"Go on, soldier," The Ghoul says, gripping his own cock tight. "Only fair to give the lady hers. 'Less you want me to do it for ya."
"Would you BE QUIET!" Lucy barks, shifting up off the balls of her feet, rutting herself against Maximus's hand. She wants more. So much more. Her eyes meet The Ghoul's, and she knows Maximus is staring at him too. Her stomach twists, but she's not sure whether it's with arousal or disgust at the man watching them. "You fucking pervert!"
Chuckling, The Ghoul shakes his head, light shining on his yellow teeth. They should both be disgusted, really. He's an old strip of jerky and they're young, fertile blood, just trying to find a connection in this shit-show of a world. It is perverse, and yet Lucy can't stop rutting against Maximus's warm hand, slick with her own wet, her clit throbbing like it never has before.
And Maximus, still shocked from the feeling of having just came for the first time, feels his soft, sensitive cock swell again, eyes fixed on where The Ghoul is touching himself. He isn't sure if he wants to see that hand on Lucy, or himself, or both of them. Wondering what pleasures could be achieved from the touch of two people at once.
"You'll be singing like a nightingale when you feel her proper for the first time," The Ghoul says, completely out of pocket, meeting Max's eye again. "I can show you how, if the lady likes. Or she can watch me have a go on you. Like I said, all's fair in war."
Lucy lets out a low moan, her hair damp with sweat sticking to her forehead, her hips rolling faster and faster, fingers gripping onto Maximus's arms for dear strength. She's positively dizzy, half trying to ignore The Ghoul's words and half indulging in them. Max's thumb slips further into her, dipping into the walls of her cunt.
He swallows when he feels the walls of her contract around him, his mind going to thoughts of his swelling again cock.
"Good girl," The Ghoul breathes out, squeezing his own arousal. He looks to Max and smiles, practically winks. "'Atta boy."
A cry leaves the back of Lucy's throat, her hips snapping against Max's hand as she comes, blunt fingernails digging hard into the fabric of his under-armour.
The sound of it is sweet music to Max's ears, the way her entire body cranes against him, like she's seeking so much more. Maybe they'll get to that. Away from The Ghoul, perhaps. Or near him. Max isn't sure if he minds, though he won't say that. Not in front of Lucy.
"You..." Lucy whispers, wiping her hand on the inside of Max's pants, still sticky with come. She uses her clean hand to touch his face again and gazes up at him, pupils blown, lips curled into a small smile. Her cheeks flush a shade of pink that makes Max's chest swell. "You did so good."
The Ghoul rolls his eyes, though neither of them see it. What they do see and hear is him coming, hand moving efficiently and quickly across the bumpy length of him. He's staring at them when he does, letting out a stifled grunt, like he's been playing this sick game of his for years. He probably has, Lucy thinks. Spying all curious on unsuspecting folks.
The way his seed dribbles out of him is not like the way Max had come, but he's an older man, and God knows what his seed contains from all the radiation damage and poison he'd sustained over the years.
Max's eyes widen at the sight of it dripping to the floor, some of it catching on the back of The Ghoul's scarred hand.
Bringing it up to his mouth, The Ghoul's tongue trails over it, licking up his own seed.
Lucy lets out a small gasp, half-disgusted, half-intrigued.
Tucking himself back into his pants, The Ghoul grins as he begins to walk towards them.
Lucy pulls her hands away from Max, clenching them at her sides, shoulders straightening as the older man approaches, on guard.
Max's own hands swing down, eyes fixed wordlessly on The Ghoul as he swaggers over, smelling like hot sweat, though they all do in this environment.
Lucy frowns as The Ghoul gets between them, facing her at first, lips curled as he drags his eyes across her face, down the length of her neck, down her chest and body, her vault suit dishevelled. He looks as if he's going to say something, touch her maybe, his fingers, the hand containing one of her own, hovering over her chest. She breathes in, expectant, unsure of what she might do if he does touch her. Maybe she'll bite off another finger. Maybe she'll let him touch her.
Spinning around on his heel, The Ghoul faces Max, pulling the metaphorical rug from under the woman's feet. Lucy feels off-kilter now, watching as The Ghoul reaches out to Maximus, taking his wrist between his fingers. She expects Max to tug it away, but he doesn't. Christ, maybe he's into him, too. She watches, flesh burning hot as The Ghoul takes Max's hand, the one still slick with her own wet, up to his mouth.
Max's lips part, letting out a shaky breath as his fingers slip into the other man's mouth. The wet heat of The Ghoul's tongue swirls around his fingers, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks on the digits. He watches, wordless, feeling the vibration of a hum from the back of The Ghoul's throat.
Before Max or Lucy can process what's happening, or what to even say, his fingers are popping out of The Ghoul's mouth, drool and the copper taste of Lucy's cunt trickling down his chin.
"You kids are something else, I gotta say," The Ghoul says, casual as can be, as if he was talking about the weather. He wipes the sleeve of his coat across his mouth before reaching into his pocket for a vial and turning to walk away from the two of them, leaving them both dumbstruck and on the edge of a newfound arousal. Stopping at the door of the shack, he turns briefly back to them, "Now, much as I'd like to indulge in another little peep show, we've got pressing shit on hand. Y'all should get yourselves cleaned up. I won't. But I know your kind are all all 'cleanliness is next to Godliness' and all that shit."
Lucy, who's still dazed from everything, is the first one to say something, but it falls upon deaf ears, "What the Hell?!"
The Ghoul exits the shack, whistling for the dog he'd left outside to follow him.
Maximus lets out a long, shaky breath, turning to Lucy, looking like he doesn't quite know what to say, or even think.
"I don't..." he starts to say, before shaking his head. "He's right. We should get cleaned up. Get ready."
Lucy hates that he's right. She hates that she can't stop thinking about Maximus's fingers in The Ghoul's mouth, or the way The Ghoul had watched them, or the things the old bastard had said. The stuff he'd suggested weighing heavy on her mind. She can tell Max's thoughts are very much on the same subjects, the two of them wordlessly questioning whether they'll really let something even more happen between the three of them.
Lucy nods, straightening up her shoulders, "Okie dokie."