Page 34 of All Your Days (Mayhem Manuscripts Season One: 1nf3ction #4)

Chapter fifteen

Jacob

Eli, Eli, Eli, Eli .

His name is a chant in my head. There aren’t any words. Only him. God, of all the people to be caught in this storm with. It’s heaven. It’s hell. It’s the end of my world.

The tin feels strange in my hand. The metal feels wrong. Almost as wrong as the hunger burning my insides, the way my mouth aches to get back to Eli. To taste him, tease him, bite him. Consume him in every way I can.

I collapse on him, letting my weight shock us both while I flip the lid off the tin with one hand. It clatters to the ground but I still manage to find it, digging in blindly to scoop a heap on my fingers. We’re too tangled to do anything with it, though, so I pull away from him.

For the very first time, Eli is naked in front of me, but I can’t see him. It’s not even the light. I can’t see anymore. Not really. There’s nothing but shapes and shadows.

“Roll over.” I don’t recognise the husky voice as mine.

Below me the pale shapes of Eli shift and move, a whining moan barely audible over the pounding sound of the rain on the metal trailer. It’s like a drum, beating in time with the blood rushing through me like fire.

The greasy ointment is softening, turning to a liquid that drips down my hand. With my free hand I map the shadows of the man in front of me, down the long line of his back, over the slope of his hip and then the soft curve of his arse.

“Fuckin’ perfect.” I rumble, squeezing one firm cheek.

Eli gasps, but it feels like a distant, far off noise. Ignoring the melting lube now dripping from my hand, I stare at the shadowy valley of his arse and lick at my dry lips.

“Jacob—do somethin’!” Eli’s high-pitched whines pierce the fog in my mind. The shapes of him writhe on the mats, his knees drawing up under his hips to shove his arse into me. My fingers tighten with his movements, digging in deep enough for me to see the indentations on him. “I’m dyin’ here!”

He sounds like it, too. Sobbing and wriggling about, desperately seeking some sort of relief to the burning inside him. He keeps on whining and begging, the need building in me, too. I wait until it’s all-consuming and I dive forward, burying my face between his cheeks.

The rain pounds harder, drowning out Eli’s cries, while I drown in the taste of him.

My tongue laps hungrily at his hole, driving inside of him with no warning.

Eli pushes back, grinding his arse into my face, smothering me with him until I’m starved for breath and stars dance in my head.

When I pull away from him, he cries out angrily, humping the air in a desperate search for anything to fill his needy hole.

I give him what he wants, plunging a slick finger into his softened hole.

“Fuckin’ hell, fuck!” He grunts, arching his back into the sudden intrusion. “More. Now!”

Mesmerised by the sight, I remove my finger out of his warm depths, sinking it back in with another.

The lube makes the slide easy as I work his hole open, stretching him with another finger until he is slippery and wide open, desperate and panting for me.

He meets each thrust of my fingers almost violently.

I nearly forget about fucking him, too focused on the way my fingers disappear into him, until he thrusts back again, brushing against my crown.

That’s all it takes for me to forget anything else but the need to be completely inside him.

There isn’t much of the slick liquid left on my fingers, but I use what’s left to coat my cock, giving myself a couple of firm tugs.

And then I’m sinking inside him. The heat of his hole around my cock has me tumbling into the dark of the madness.

My fingers biting into his hips are my only anchor as the world falls away.

The craving is a black hole within me. Sweat slicks down my back, my hair sticking to my back, wrapping around my neck as I drive into him again and again with a feral kind of lust that completely overtakes us both.

I release one hip to slide my hand possessively up his back to tightly wrap around the back of his neck, using it as leverage to reach deeper and deeper inside him.

The animalistic sounds, the slapping of flesh against flesh, the drumming of the rain outside, it creates a savage beat that only heats the urges inside us. There is not enough. There can never be enough.

Using the grip on his neck I haul him up until his back is pressed against my chest, holding him against me.

The angle is different and I can’t fuck into him, but Eli grinds down hard in my lap, taking me further into him.

I release my hold of him, wrapping my arms around his chest, pressing a hand to his stomach, feeling the way his muscles contract and release as he rolls and dances on my cock.

Pressed together like this, the contact is nearly enough to quench in the thirst inside me.

Almost. My mouth burrows into the crook of his neck, attaching to the soft skin there.

The salty taste of his skin, and the feeling of his hand tugging me in tighter is enough to send me catapulting into my orgasm.

I squeeze my arms around him, biting hard against the corded tendons between my teeth and fill him with my cum.

Eli doesn’t stop moving, and I don’t soften.

He fucks himself on my still ragingly hard cock, crying with panting sobs, desperate for relief from the burn in his guts.

Needing to touch him, I wrap my hand around his cock.

It’s swollen and throbbing, and two firm strokes of my hand is all that it takes before his body locks up and he comes, shooting ribbons of cum over the mat and bedding beneath us.

We collapse together to the floor of the trailer, my cock still inside him. For a moment, there is something close to peace. The madness sated. My chest aches with each breath, the sweat on my skin cooling as the fever fades.

But then Eli moves beneath me, dislodging me from his arse. He rolls, a finger trailing down my arm and the fever ignites again, worse than ever before.

His mouth finds mine, teeth sinking into my lower lip as he climbs on top of me.

The madness of the red rains claims us again and the world outside the trailer disappears.

It’s silent. The type of silence that feels loud and dangerous.

For the first time since the first drops fell, it’s quiet outside. There isn’t even a breeze to brush the branches over the trailer top.

Through the crippling pain in my skull, I realise the Rains have cleared, taking the madness with them.

Madness .

That’s the only way to describe the past hours.

How long has it even been?

We need to move. We need to check on the camels, and whatever remains of the camp. We need water and food.

But I’ll be fucked if I can.

Eli is a heavy weight on top of me, our naked skin stuck together wherever we’re touching—which is everywhere.

Cum, sweat, I think there is even a bit of blood, it’s all mixed together in a horrible glue that has my pubes pulling when he mumbles sleepily against my chest and tries to slide his thigh from where it lays across my cock.

There isn’t a single muscle in me that doesn’t ache. Even my toes hurt. And the smell—God, the smell in the trailer is vile. We’re going to have to air it out for the rest of the trip back home to The Facility.

With Eli still fast asleep and my hand stroking his back, I forget about getting off the hard trailer floor and let the word roll on my tongue, practicing how it feels.

Home.

It’s been a long time since I used the word. Longer still since I let myself feel it.

The Facility has always been that—The Facility.

But what if it could be more?

What if it already is?

Or more rightly, what if he already is? Eli.

The thoughts strike me one after the other like lightning and I wonder if the madness hasn’t left me yet.

I don’t feel mad, though. I feel… I feel like for the first time I can see the world more clearly than I ever have, the walls I’ve kept myself hidden behind smashed to pieces and washed away in the storm.

The days out here have only confirmed every fear I’ve ever had about how close we live to death and destruction. Cale could be any one of us in The Facility. Fuck, even Ryan was immune, but that didn’t save him in the end.

It should be terrifying, shouldn’t it? We lived through my worst nightmare.

We survived it. Together.

And somewhere between the carnage and the Rains and, yeah, the fucking madness, everything’s become clear—I’m not ready to live without him anymore.

Eli mumbles in his sleep, rearranging himself in sleepy anger when I go stiff beneath him.

“Shhh…” I soothe him, bringing up my other arm to wrap around him, dragging a blanket along, too. It’s got a couple of wet patches I don’t want to think about just yet, but it’ll do.

The night Cale turned could have gone a thousand different ways. One of the others could’ve flipped, too. They could’ve been closer to our tent. I could’ve not made it to him in time. Cale could’ve caught us.

But we survived . Together.

And I wanna keep surviving together, too.

I know it’s fucked up that after everything that happened that Eli’s all I can think of—that through every moment, him and his safety was all I thought of—but this isn’t my first turn ‘round the bush. There’ve been team mates who’ve turned or, fuck, just gotten out of control.

There’ve been injuries and snake bites and raiders and fights at the outpost. Years ago I got sick with a fever that I was sure would be the end of me.

Maybe it is fucked up that all that shit has has made me numb to it all.

It is the way it fuckin’ is, better to just accept it.

Lou was right, though. Fuck me, I hope he’s okay out there because I owe him. I owe him everything . Because he was fucking right and it just took this hellish nightmare to get my head out my arse.