Zanka plumped down onto the window seat after he boarded the train. Aibo clung close to his chest. He really needed to clear his head, the embarrassing mistakes from yesterday’s mission kept playing in his mind over and over again, mindlessly looking out to the scenery until a familiar one came into view. Once he was off the train, Zanka wandered through the same twists and turns through the city as always. A heavy sigh escaped once he reached his usual sitting spot, staring out into the abyss that was once the ocean, trash and waste slowly swaying as the wind blew. Thankfully this spot was far enough to not have the smell ruin the weirdly calm scenery. Still having Aibo clinging to him, he rested his arms and chin on top of his knees, eventually hiding his face from the light that was able to shine from above.
Too busy in his thoughts, he didn’t hear footsteps approaching behind him, but a voice he knew all too well snapped him back into reality. “Oh shit, if it isn’t Mr. Bad Attitude!”
Zanka glared over his shoulder. Sure enough, the annoying dreadhead himself was standing not too far from him.
Jabber Wonger
Life clearly wanted to punish Zanka. He heard the boy behind him scoff as he turned back to the horizon. “Nice to see you too.” Jabber said as he walked closer. “The fuck you doin’ out here man?” stopping once he was standing right beside Zanka.
“Could ask ya the same thing.”
“This is my smoke out habitat, nigga’.” Jabber responded, before he plopped right down next to Zanka. His arms supported him as he leaned back. “Don’t tell you smoke out here too?”
Zanka briefly glanced at him. “Something like that….”
Jabber let out a laugh “Nah, ain’t no way your ass smokes. Why you pretendin’?” He leaned forward, trying to meet Zanka’s eyes. “Tryin to impress me or somethin? Mr. Bad Attitude.”
“The fuck do you keep callin’ me that for!?”
“What? Mr. Bad Attitude?”
“Tch, Nah.”
“Because of THAT right there!”
Zanka narrowed his eyes, shooting daggers at the boy.
“You seriously don’t like it?” He paused, leaning back onto his hands. “Let’s see, what other name could I call you then…” There was a long pause before he spoke again.
“Hmmmm…..How about Zannie?”
“The fuck? No.”
“Zan-zan?”
“No.”
“Pretty boy?”
“As if!”
“Theeeeen” tilting his head to the side, glancing over, presenting a sly smile.
“Cutie with the blue tassels-”
“ENOUGH WITH THE NICKNAMES ALREADY!”
“Mr. Bad Attitude it is!” Jabber winks as Zanka rolled eyes.
Jabber laughed, nudging their shoulders together “Nah, seriously, whatchu doin’ all the way out here for?”
Zanka shrugged, resting his chin back onto his arms. Obviously not in the mood to vent. “A’ight, we can just sit here then,” Jabber removes the blunt that was tucked behind his ear, using a hand to block the wind as he lit it. He exhaled most of the smoke through his nose, the rest through his mouth, then held out the blunt without even looking at Zanka. When he took too long to take it, Jabber glanced over. Their eyes met for a brief moment, “Tch, come on man, it ain’t gon’ bitechu.’
Zanka sighed in defeat before taking it. Jabber’s eyes were filled with amazement as Zanka took a long drag, then tilted his head upwards as smoke came out of his nose and mouth, looking like a dragon. A cocky smirk appeared on Zanka’s face when he looked at Jabber. Seeing how his magenta eyes had darkened slightly, biting his lip. “Fuck man, when did you learn that?” he finally spat out. “Riyo and I used to sneak out at night, sit on the roof top and just…” he trailed off. “Smoked our problems away. Well, until Enjin caught us.” he laughed towards the end. “Talkin’ about how we were too young and shit. Riyo still does it when she can, but I stopped.” He took another drag before passing it back. Just then a strong breeze hits them, Jabber closes his eyes, taking in both the warmth from the drag and the coolness of the air.
“That breeze feels good as fuck man.”
Zanka hummed in agreement.
“Sadly, can’t say the same for anywhere else.” Jabber laid onto his back, staring up at the sky. “It feels like time stops every time I sit out here.”
“Yeah”
There was a brief moment of silence before Zanka felt the back of Jabber’s hand tap him, seeing what was now a half smoked blunt, taking it without fully glancing over. They stayed like that for a while, passing to one another. Slowly feeling the effects of the high, well at least for Jabber that is. Zanka lost his tolerance.
It was so quiet between them, it felt… Oddly pleasant? Two teens that would normally be at each other’s throats, are now just sitting there as if none of that mattered or even existed.
“You know,” Zanka broke the silence, “Despite the waves, I swear I can hear my own heartbeat at times. It’s oddly satisfying.” Hitting one of the last few drags before passing it to Jabber, who was now sitting in the same position as him. The only difference was that Jabber’s arms were hanging more loosely. Also sitting too close for comfort, but Zanka didn’t have enough energy to care. Jabber laughed, taking what was left of the blunt, having one last long drag before flicking the bud away. “It feels so good it makes you wanna cry” Jabber responded, slightly swaying himself.
“You cry?”
“Nah, just a feeling that tends to creep up every once in a while….’Bout chu?”
Zanka scoffs, “To the point where I feel like I’m going to melt away…”
“And just roll out into the water wasteland, right? Like every other sorry ass fuck trying to drown out their sorrows.”
That comment stung. The truth did that sometimes…
“Maybe…Then again, who would be willing to fight your sorry ass if I’m gone?”
“A lot of people.”
“Oh yeah? Like who?”
“Little Miss Bang Bang braid, would say Fu, but eh. OH! Zodyl is a great choice. Let’s see, who else-”
“Three people is ‘a lot’ to you?”
“I wasn’t done.”
“Yeah, but the fact yer strugglin’ after namin’ three is kinda sad.”
“Can’t be sadder than whatever the fuck your sorry ass has bottled up.”
Zanka rolled his eyes, letting out an amused snort. “Wait hold on.” he turns back to Jabber.
“Since you’re out here, wouldn’t that also make you a sorry ass too?”
“Oh,we’re getting smart now!?”
“Just statin’ facts.”
“Yeah? What other ‘facts’ you got then wise ass?”
Zanka could only mouthed ‘Wise ass? Wow,’ before looking back at the watery waste land. Nodding to himself before he spoke again. “Well, for starters, you’re annoying as fuck.”
“Mhm?”
“Repulsive.”
“Ouch.”
“Psychotic.”
“Aww, how sweet of you!”
“That wasn’t a complement-”
Zanka turned to see Jabber was close, TOO close. He could see the other’s facial features more clearly than ever.
FUCK, has he always been this attractive?
His hair that was in a ponytail was well kept, how the gold cuffs that normally were there are replaced by longer ones. The way he smelled was different too, instead of chemicals and blood, there was a hint of something sweet. Jabber leaned in slightly closer, their noses barely touching.
“Wasn’t what?”
Zanka could only stare, glancing at Jabber’s lips then back up to meet intense Magenta, feeling like he was being hypnotized the longer he gazed into them. It didn’t take long for their lips to slowly lock on to each other, like they were testing the other’s boundaries. Once it was obvious what they both wanted, the kiss deepened.
Jabber leaned in more, and more, until the Cleaner was laying on his back, hand behind his head as a cushion from the ground. The only thing between them now were Zanka hands that were pressed against the Raider’s chest and Aibo. The lovely stick was somewhat digging into both of them from the pressure, but neither of them cared. Zanka finally got to breathe once Jabber started to trail kisses down his jawline to his neck, leaving marks once he reached the crook of his neck. It was going to be hard to explain those once he got back to the base. The older teen’s free hand made its way under Zanka shirt, gently brushing against his side, locking their lips back together. Then it went down the hem of Zanka’s sweatpants, the tips of his fingers slightly poking underneath.
He was asking for permission.
Zanka pushed his hips up just enough to give Jabber the okay, to then pushed Jabber away, who looked at him confused. “Y-your rings…You shouldn’t … You shouldn’t get them dirty..” he managed to say, trying to catch his breath again. Lust returned to Jabber’s face, smirking as he went back to kissing the boy underneath him. “Don’t worry..Mankira wants to feel you too.” he said between each kiss. Zanka tensed up a bit as he felt the ringed hand wrap around his manhood, a small whimper escaping when it started to move.
Jabber couldn’t help but smile as their passionate kissing turned into a hungry make out session. Zanka’s whimpers became higher in tone when Jabber’s thumb circled around his foreskin, then slowly rubbing the slit of his cock. The sensation from the rings gliding over sent shivers down his spine.
One of Zanka’s hands stayed on Jabber’s chest, while the other crept its way onto the back of his head, grabbing on his locks that were in a ponytail. Both hands tightened their grip, hips thrusting into the strokes. He showing discontent when Jabber stopped kissing him. “Fuck, I never thought you would be this cute,” he went back to attacking Zanka’s neck again, who let out a breathy ‘Shu-shut up’.
“But you look so good,” Jabber continued. “The noises you make when I slow down my pace.” To which he does just to prove a point. “You’re doing so well for me Zanka.” He felt the boy under him move a certain way. Jabber wondered if he was doing something wrong, but it instantly clicked. A devilish smile presented itself. He would have a praise kink. “You like that, huh? Being praised? Being told how good you are?”
Shakey satisfying breaths could only be heard as response from the boy beneath him. Jabber continued to say sweet praises to Zanka. Watching him slowly crumble with every single one. He noticed that the other was close to reaching his peak. Jabber kissed and nipped at Zanka’s ear.
Good Boy
That was it, that’s what makes Zanka climax, Jabber watched as he unraveled. How he tilted his head back, covering his face with the hand that was holding onto his locks. Small whines turned into lust filled breaths with each wave of release. Thankfully Zanka didn’t have to worry about his shirt getting dirty, Jabber had cupped his hand to capture most of the cum, which was now sliding on the hand and down his member.
The embarrassed teen could only mutter out a ‘sorry’ while fixing his pants as they sat up from the ground. “Pfft the hell you sayin’ sorry for?” Jabber said, looking at his hand, analyzing,admiring?? it. Zanka watched in horror when the Raider started to lick the mess off his hands. “WHAT FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?” Zanka snatched Jabber’s hand away. He reached into his pocket for a pack of tissues and started to clean the Raider’s hand. “Hell is wrong with you? I knew you were a freak, but I didn’t think you were this gross!”
Jabber smiled, leaning into the nape of Zanka’s neck, inhaling his scent. Zanka tried to shrug him off, commenting on how he was acting like an animal, but it only made the raider lean into his neck even more. “You smell so good,” Jabber murmured while taking another whiff. “Wish I could say the same to you,” Zanka teased, waiting for a cheesy yet clever come back. He was taken aback hearing a mumbled apology. “So even when I take a shower, I still smell like shit.”
This was so uncharacteristic of Jabber. Since when did he care about something like that? Zanka knew that he himself was high, but to think that joint had an effect on Jabber too was just…odd to say the least. “I-I was only kidding,” Zanka responded, “You…Actually smell pretty nice,” he added as finally finished cleaning the other’s hand. Unsure where to discard the used tissue, he buried it in the sand. “You don’t have to lie to me; I know I smell like blood and chemicals.” he heard Jabber say as he leaned away from the cleaner.
For once Zanka actually felt bad for insulting the boy next to him. “I’m being serious,” he brought his knees closer to his chest, “You smell, kind of, sweet…”
Jabber noticed the pinkish tone appearing on Zanka’s ears. Smiling he kissed the back of his neck, making the boy flinch from the touch. Zanka swallowed hard before clearing his throat “There’s a hotel nearby,” he stated. “If-if you want to finish this, that is…” he added. Jabber started trailing kiss on his neck, lightly rubbing Zanka’s side, “Felt that good?”
When Zanka didn’t answer, tensing up by the sensation, Jabber giggled as he stood up. Zanka’s head shot up and looked towards him, his expression screaming ‘Why did you stop!?’
Jabber had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing on how cute the cleaner was being right now. Nonchalant my ass, he thought. He held out his hand for the younger teen, who looked at, hastily stood up, put Aibo on his back, and shyly took Jabber’s hand. His face turned red when their hands interlocked with each other as they started to walked.
This was a bad idea, but Zanka REALLY needed to escape from the world for just a bit longer.
So fuck it.. What’s the worse that can happen?
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