After the Bombs Ch. 07

I was halfway back to the infirmary when Ren caught up to me, jogging the last few steps until he fell in beside me.

"Hey," he said, slightly out of breath. "I was looking for you."

"Just checking on Elijah and Aria. They got back last night."

"I heard." His hand brushed against mine as we walked. "How are they?"

"Aria's got some nasty bruising on her ribs, and Elijah's knee can't weightbare. Nothing too serious, but he'll need a crutch for a while."

Ren nodded, "That's actually Part of why I was looking for you. Zeke mentioned they'd returned." He glanced around, then lowered his voice. "Listen, we've finalised plans to build some small homes beside the greenhouse. Hopefully get most of these families out the warehouse."

I nodded in agreement as he continued. "That's what Erin and Elijah have been up to: scouting for materials and resources. They've done well and better then that they bumped into guys from The Fairground camp and they have loads of stuff to trade!"

"That sounds amazing, but why am I sensing something else?"

"Zeke wants me to head to the fairground just after midday."

"What?" I asked, alarmed. "But. It's dangerous out there."

"It's part of job here Noah. I have to. I wanted you to come too. But I-"

"Really?" I interrupted with a bubble of what? Anxiety or excitement?

A playful glint in his eyes, "Yeah, but you're right, it's too dangerous," he teased, smirking.

I rolled my eyes, "Don't worry I'll protect you. But, will Zeke even let me go?"

"Of course, you can. No one's a prisoner here. It was Zeke's idea anyway. He think's it'll help with trade if we show off our new medic that can help them too."

"Mhh, yeah. That makes sense. How long does it take to get there?"

"Not too long, about three hours on a quad," Ren replied, "Just the two of us though. Like you said Aria and Eli and pretty beat up and Keem's got other duties."

"Poor Keem, he's gonna be lonely," I joked.

Ren raised an eyebrow, "Hardly. I walked past his room last night, and he definitely didn't sound lonely."

"Ooh," I laughed, "I'm dying to know who it was."

"I'll take a peek next time," Ren winked as I climbed out of bed.

"I'm going to head to let Erin and Arthur know we're going-oh, how long will we be gone?" I asked, pausing by the door.

"Bout two days, I should imagine."

"Okay. I'll meet you by the cars at 12 then. I'll bring you a change of clothes, yeah?"

"Please!"

Erin and Arthur were already busy sorting through supplies. They were used to working with just the two of them, so they were happy to hold things down until I got back. But as I left Arthur called, "Just make sure you come back in one piece, our lives are much easier now we're learning off someone who actually knows what they're doing!"

I popped next door for a shower and as I was leaving bumped into Lily, Zeke's partner.

"So, I hear you're off to the Fairground." She said. "Are you feeling okay about heading back out there?" she asked, her tone a mix of concern and curiosity.

I nodded, trying to mask my excitement. "Yeah, actually. Ren says it's not too far and we'll be traveling in daylight."

"We've never had any issues traveling between here and the fairground before. I don't think we have any Ravers between us," she reassured me.

"Anything I should know before heading there?" I asked, hoping for any useful tips.

"Not that I can think of. Although, I should imagine Stefan will take one look at you and try to steal you away from us," she teased with a grin.

I laughed, "No chance. But there's enough of me to share." I winked, "Anyway, I best go pack. See you soon."

She waved me off happily and went to sit with a group of slightly older women.

...

By the time I was leaving our room with packs over my shoulders, it was already half 11, so I thought I'd head towards the vehicles to wait for Ren. There were two jeeps, a Quad and several motor bikes stored behind the warehouse, beneath a corrugated plastic covered roof. I saw Akeem lying beneath one of the jeeps tools littered around him.

"Well, well, if it isn't the elusive Akeem," I teased. "Thought you'd vanished into thin air. Heard you had some company last night. Good time?"

He rolled out from under the jeep, a smug grin plastered on his face. "Oh, you know, just a little midnight maintenance. And by maintenance, I mean..."

"I can work it out," I cut him off, rolling my eyes.

"Let's just say I've expanded my skill set," he quipped, wiping his hands on a rag.

I glared playfully at him, "Right. Well, I hear The Fairground's got quite the selection. Might have to do some 'expanding' of my own."

He raised an eyebrow, standing up. "Oh? And what could The Fairground possibly offer that we don't have right here?"

"Oh, you know," I said airily, sauntering around the jeep. "I've heard rumours they have the best cocks round here."

Before I knew it, Akeem had me pinned against the vehicle, his eyes gleaming. "Is that so? Guess I'll have to give you a proper send-off. Wouldn't want you forgetting what you're leaving behind."

He popped the back of the jeep down and sat me on top of it, kissing me deeply, as he pulled my shorts down my legs, causing my cock to pop out from beneath them as he tugged down his own jeans, gripping his cock. It was hard and thick, with a large purple head. I could tell from the bead of precum leaking out the tip, that our battle of words was like foreplay to him, too. I used one hand to squeeze his shaft and the other to rub the bead of precum around his tip, peaking through his foreskin, all the while kissing him back with equal enthusiasm.

He pushed me back with a hand on my chest and I tore off my shirt and propped myself up on my elbows, raising my legs into the air. He positioned himself so that my ankles rested upon his shoulder. He brought two fingers to my lips and I eagerly sucked on them until he pulled them away and pressed them against my arse. I lifted my hips slightly, giving him better access as he skilfully stroked and teased my opening. Despite being tucked behind the warehouse with the jeep blocking us from view, it was still daylight and we were both fully exposed.

I was wearing nothing but my trainers now, but I didn't give a fuck anymore, no doubt Akeem would be happy to put on a show, should the need arise anyway and it's not like anyone from New Hope would care anway.

My dick, rock-hard and aching, twitched as his fingers probed my hole before he pushed my thighs to my chest and leant forward, his tongue darted out like a serpent, lapping against my entrance.

"Fuck," I hissed as he stood up again, his cock now in his hand. It was glistening with precum that dripped down onto my balls. He spat into his hand, slicking up his shaft as he pressed against me again. The mixture of spit and precum made it easy for me to take him in deep, inch by inch until I felt his balls press against mine.

"Oh, Keem," I panted, gasping for breath as he started to move, thrusting in and out of me with a slow, steady rhythm. His hands gripped my hips like vices as he thrust into me gradually harder and faster, our bodies slapping together with an animalistic urgency. I could feel every inch of him inside me, filling me up completely as he stretched out my hole with his thick cock. My own dick bounced with each thrust, leaking precum onto my stomach as I moved my hips in time with his.

"You like that don't you? You fucking love having my black dick inside you," he growled as he slammed into me again and again. I could feel the pressure building up deep inside me, as my balls tightened up against my body, ready to explode as Akeem's fingers trailed down my chest and stomach before wrapping around my cock. He stroked it in time with his thrusts, slicking up his hand with my precum as he jerked me off harder and faster.

"Come for me." he whispered as he quickened his pace, I let out a guttural moan and felt myself tumble over the edge. My cock erupted in his hand, spurting ropes of hot cum onto my stomach as I threw my head back. Akeem followed close behind me, his cock throbbing inside me as he filled me up with his load. He collapsed onto me and my whole body trembled as his cock slipped from my hole and he kissed me again. "Do you think that will help you remember my cock?"

I huffed out a small laugh, "I don't think I'll be able to handle anyone near my hole for a few days anyway."

"Oh, well that is a shame," He winked, pulling up his jeans, "I recently heard that the boys at The Fairground have the best cocks round these parts." We both laughed as he used a towel from the front cab to clean me up before I redressed myself, just as Ren rounded the corner with a small bag of supplies. "Sorry boys. I got caught up with Zeke."

"Don't worry, we were just saying our goodbyes." Smirked Akeem.

Ren looked between the two of us, "You just fucked, didn't you?" A shy smile split my face as I nodded. "In the middle of the day? God you two are sexy."

"I should probably head to the bathroom before we leave." I suggested.

Akeem barked out a laugh, "Probably a good idea, you don't want my cum making the seat all slippery."

I flipped him off before running back towards the showers, shouting over my shoulder, "The supplies are there. Don't forget them."

I hurried back from the bathroom, anticipation growing. When I returned to the jeeps, Ren was already straddling the quad. "Ready?" he asked, patting the seat behind him.

I nodded, swinging my leg over and settling in behind him, my thighs pressing against his. My arms wrapped around his waist, fingers splaying across his stomach.

"Hold tight," he warned, revving the engine.

The quad lurched forward, and we zipped toward the main gate. The massive doors swung open just wide enough for us to pass through as a few familiar faces waved us off. Then clanged shut behind us and just like that, we were in the greywastes.

The landscape stretched before us, barren and colourless. While crumbling ruins dotted the horizon, everything looked as if all colour had been bleached away by the sun.

Ren drove confidently, navigating what seemed to me like an endless expanse of nothing. I bounced uncomfortably on the hard seat, gripping his waist tighter with each jolt and bump.

"About two hours to go!" he shouted over his shoulder, the wind whipping his words away almost as soon as they left his mouth.

...

By the time we finally rolled up to The Fairground, I was ready to kiss the ground just to get off the bloody quad. The trip was only a few hours but holding tight to Ren's back while we bounced over half-buried concrete and dry riverbeds had left my arse and thighs aching like fuck.

The Fairground wasn't like any other settlement I'd seen. Most places hunkered behind huge walls, looking like they were waiting for the next war. Here they had a simple chain-link fence circling the perimeter. It looked fragile, absurdly so. It felt alien to see straight through, people moved freely, half-dressed, smiling, hauling crates, cooking over open fires. It felt exposed and alive at the same time, as if they'd decided fear wasn't worth the effort anymore.

Towering above everything else, a massive wheel rose like a rusted crown against the grey sky. Its metal skeleton, eaten by decades of rain and neglect, somehow still stood sentinel over the settlement. They'd kept it standing when they built this place, the only relic they hadn't destroyed for parts. The rest of the old fairground had been harvested, its bones repurposed into makeshift shelters. Most residents lived in caravans scattered around its base. Some salvaged metal husks from before the world ended, others cobbled together from fresh-cut timber and splashed with defiant bursts of colour that battled the bleakness surrounding them.

Ren pulled up by the gate and killed the engine. I climbed off, legs stiff and arse numb, and groaned. "If I don't walk right for the next week, I'm blaming you."

He smirked. "Sure that's not Keem's fault?"

"Shut up," I said, rubbing my cheeks.

A man with a shotgun stepped up to the gate, his expression shifting from suspicion to recognition as he spotted Ren.

"Well I'll be damned! Ren, you bastard!" he shouted, breaking into a wide grin. "Open the gate!" he called over his shoulder, already moving to unlock it himself.

Ren clapped the man on the back as we entered. "Marko, still keeping watch? Thought you'd have talked your way into an easier job by now."

"And miss all the pretty faces coming through? Never." Marko winked at me. "Who's this then?"

"This is Noah, our new medic at New Hope," Ren said, his hand settling on the small of my back.

"A medic? Well I'll be damned. Stefan's boy-Evan got cut up by some raiders yesterday!"

"I'll find him." I said ass we walked through the gates into The Fairground, several people called out to Ren. A woman hanging laundry waved enthusiastically, two men repairing a roof shouted down greetings.

Just then a man came down one of the narrow alleys toward us. The lines along with his thick dark hair, with a hint of silver threaded throughout, suggested he was in his mid-forties. He had the sort of look people got when they'd spent years juggling problems that never stopped coming. He looked stressed, but when his eyes found Ren, he managed a tired smile.

"Stefan, what's this I hear about Evan?"

"He was stabbed. We've stitched him up but he's getting worse," Stefan said, his voice tight with worry. "He's burning up, can't keep anything down."

I stepped forward, "I can help, I'm a medic."

"Are you?" He asked, looking between Ren and me.

Ren nodded and I continued, "I've dealt with stab wounds many times. Ren, grab my bag from the quad, take me to him."

Stefan took a second to make his decision and nodded to me, "He's back here in my trailer."