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“No, it's fucking stupid, because I can help.” Ellie shouts, throwing her arms out for exaggeration “I can't get infected!” she barks, like he doesn't know that. “Your plans fucking suck, Joel!”
Joel swerves the car sharp enough to cut Ellie off. His foot slams down on the brake as rhe tires skid and scrape across uneven concrete, the vehicle coming to a halt along some vines. Ellie's startled, her hands clasping onto the door handle.
Joel turns to Ellie with a snarl, unable to take her idealistic plans anymore. “We ain't using you as bait, Ellie! What don't you understand about that?”
“Why not!?” Ellie snaps back with a growl “I'm not an idiot, Joel! I've killed before!”
Joel's teeth grit together. “That's the damn problem, Ellie!” he sighs, his finger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose. “You shouldn't have to!”
Ellie scoffs, “Yeah? Well tough shit!” her voice raises “The world sucks, Joel! Accept it!”
Joel falters for a second, although not because of Ellie's words- she carries on, oblivious to his sudden alertness.
“You keeping me tucked away isn't doing anyone any favors!” Ellie yells, “You should be teaching me how to defend myself!”
“Ellie.” Joel's voice comes out gravelly. Ellie doesn't stop.
“No, listen to me! I've seen more shit than most adults have in their LIFE. I'm not a fucking child, Joel, and I'm tired of you treating me like-”
“Quiet, quiet Ellie!” Joel hisses, his hand reaching out to clamp over her mouth.
Ellie blinks as an indignant squawk leaves her; muffled and squeaky against Joel's palm. Her eyebrows furrow, and she looks like she's about to start using her teeth to fight back.
A croaky screech just outside the car makes her tense and pause though, every bit of anger and frustration disappearing from her body as her eyes widen with a spike of fear. She follows Joel's gaze to the treeline, to where the bushes are rustling.
Out from the green comes a clicker, stumbling and dragging its legs over the ground as it lets out a horrible, ear-piercing scream. It fumbles into view, heading right in their direction.
One. They could've avoided just one.
But even more shuffling noises start to appear from the forest, and Ellie catches a glimpse of a couple infected before her head gets shoved down low by Joel's strong hand.
Infected after infected begin to pile out from the trees, all of them wandering absently, having formed a horde by pure chance. Ellie can hear their feet scraping against the terrain, low groans following their movements.
Ellie shifts just a little, enough to look at Joel, who slowly retracts his hand from her mouth. The man is hunched down in his own seat, his eyes on Ellie as he brings his finger to his lips. He gives her a silent shushing gesture along with a small nod.
The two of them stay cramped and curled in on themselves, forced to duck low in case any infected happen to look their way and likely alert the rest of the crowd.
Ellie sighs under her breath. She stays exactly where she is, her mind attentive and attuned to every small sound outside the car.
The both of them were quiet. For a while.
The sounds of the infected aren't as close anymore, but they're near. It still isn't safe to move, let alone peek over the dashboard.
Ellie gets a little irritated when she sees Joel start to shift from the corner of her eye. He's barely staying still, his knees rubbing together and his legs curling into the squeaky chair. He's making noise. Too much noise.
“Joel-” Ellie whispers with a hiss, “Joel, stop fucking shifting!”
“Christ,” Joel groans, voice uncharacteristically shaky and hoarse. His eyes drift over to Ellie, and he gestures vaguely toward her seat with his hand “pass me the bottle, Ellie.”
Ellie's eyebrows furrow together, and she frowns. “The bottle?” she questions.
“The bottle, Ellie!” Joel retorts with a scowl, far louder than he knows is safe.
A distant infected’s screech carries through the wind.
Ellie's eyes widen a fraction. “Fuck! Fucking-okay, geez, just.. shut up!” she mutters, her own body shuffling slightly as she reaches under her chair to rummage through comics and ammo. Her fingers finally wrap around a bottle, and she brings it up.
She grimaces slightly when she realises it's almost full to the brim. “Um..” Ellie turns to Joel, showing him the distinctly colored bottle. “You don't happen to be asking because you're thirsty by any chance?..” she murmurs.
Her attempt at a lighthearted joke doesn't help. Joel stares at the yellow bottle with a look of pure mortification before he melts in his seat. “Fuck, fuck…” he groans.
And Joel shifts again, clearly agitated.
Ellie puts the bottle aside with a huff. “Why didn't you say something?”
Joel's legs squirm again. “Because we was having a conversation, Ellie!..” Joel grumbles, his eyes closed and his body stiff with tension.
Ellie waves him off. “Just pee on the floor!”
The man's irritation practically seeps off him. “And have our only mode of transport smelling of piss and God knows what else, Ellie?!” Joel counters with a growl. “It'll stain the damn carpet!”
Ellie's nose wrinkles with her own pissy reaction. “Then hold it in!”
“I CAN’T.” Joel hisses.
“Okay!?” Ellie groans, “then just drink it!?”
Joel's body twitched once more, an even louder jeer leaving him. “How the hell do you expect me to bend myself down there!”
“Okay, I'll fucking do it then!” Ellie snaps, her voice followed by an infected’s growl just feet away from the car.
She tenses, as does Joel. They both try to stay quiet, but Joel's still squirming, still struggling to hold it together.
Ellie grumbles under her breath before she shuffles herself closer and over the console, leaning down toward Joel's crotch. Her hands reach out and grab at his belt.
Joel's hand instantly shoots out to wrap around her slim wrist and stop her. “What do you think you're doing?” he whispers through clenched teeth.
To Ellie, it's the only logical solution. Disgusting, but practical.
“What?” Ellie whispers quietly, glancing up at Joel. “I'm not gonna get swarmed because you keep rocking the car trying to hold in your pee!”
Her hands continue to unbuckle his belt, and she hears Joel suck in a quick, shaky breath of air. “Ellie-” Joel whispers, his hands moving to push her away.
She's too quick, and he's a little too distracted focusing on not losing control of his bladder to put too much strength into the shove. Ellie's hands pull the denim of Joel's pants down and she takes his dick out of his boxers with zero consideration for his dignity.
Her soft fingers wrapping around his far-too sensitive penis had Joel gasping, his hand flying to his mouth to silence his breathless shock as he glanced at the windows to make sure none of the monsters had heard him.
It's too much. The pressure, the tight space, Ellie's hand on his twitching dick, the way she's moving even closer like she's fucking serious.
He can feel the sensation shudder through his taut body the second his penis starts to leak.
His eyes dart down, “Ellie-”
A ‘psss’ sound starts to fill the car as a stream of piss starts to spray out of Joel's penis in a long stream, right into Ellie's open and waiting mouth.
She falters the second his piss lands on her tongue, her hand trying to keep his penis steady at the base in an attempt to control the aim.
The sound was loud, the combination of the streak mixed with the startled gasp that leaves Ellie's mouth…
Without warning, Ellie surges forward and takes the head of Joel's dick in her mouth, his flesh resting right over her wet tongue as it jerks with release in her mouth.
“Fuck!” Joel hisses. His teeth dig into his own knuckles as his hips twitch upward into Ellie's mouth from pure instinct and a need to get closer.
Ellie's eyes squeeze shut, her brows knotting together and a wrinkled look twisting over her nose as she swallows around him, breathing around his spurting dick.
Joel groans, his hand digging into the leather of the seat beneath him. His voice stays muffled, and his shifting finally starts to come to a stop as his head falls back against the support of his chair.
His body is still tense with the cramped space, but his shoulders slump with a specific kind of relief as he empties out his bladder into Ellie's throat.
When the stream finally comes to an end, he risks a glance down through the gaps in his fingers.
Ellie slowly pulls off his penis, her chest heaving as she takes shaky breaths of her own. Her tongue pokes out to lick over the remaining droplets that dribbled out of Joel's dick.
Joel sucks in a sharp breath, his own body rising and falling with every tremor that wracks through him.
Ellie's hand leaves his dick, and she uses the back of her hand to wipe her mouth clean before she looks up and meets Joel's eyes.
They're both panting. Both shaking. But they're also quiet. Hidden, and safe from the creatures they had been avoiding.
Ellie gives a tiny nod as she shuffles back into her own seat “water’s like, way better.” she mumbles, voice hoarse as she clears it with a fist to her mouth.
Joel blinks, his brain struggling to process what just happened. He quickly stuffs his penis back in his pants, barely focusing on Ellie as she peers over the dashboard.
“Oh thank fuck.” Ellie sits upright properly, suddenly stretching her limbs out with a satisfied sound. “They're gone.” she points out.
They're gone.
Joel bolts up, his own joints cracking at the notion. She's right, there's not a single infected near the car anymore. In fact, it seems like they straggled along a while ago.
He tries not to think too hard about that.
Joel reaches over and takes the full bottle of piss from Ellie's side. “I'm gonna empty this.” he says plainly before pushing open the car door and getting out onto the road. Ellie said something-made some kind of joke-he wasn't really listening right now.
He walks over to the trees, body facing away from the car as he uncaps the bottle and pours the yellow liquid onto the grass where a puddle starts to collect.
His other hand moves to the growing bulge in his pants, to the outline of his dick twitching thanks to a disgusting, morbid kind of excitement from what just occurred.
Joel takes a deep breath, his body shuddering for a moment.
He puts the cap back on the empty bottle and wills his mind to think of anything but Ellie's pliant and warm mouth wrapped around his cock.
“Joel!” Ellie shouts from the car, and a spike of tension courses through Joel at the sound of her voice. He glances over his shoulder to see Ellie, who's got herself half-draped out of the window with a waving arm. “Are we waiting for them to come back around?”
Joel swallows around a lump of air that had gotten stuck in his throat, his mind foggy with the guilt building deep inside him.
He tugs his shirt low over his crotch like he could simply hide just how much her little ‘helpful’ act had really affected him.
“Coming, kiddo.”