Fallout

Imry

Our footsteps echo down the concrete hall as we move toward the entrance of the underground city. Haze is fascinated with this place. I can see it in the way he looks around, and we’re not even within the city yet. This is just the hall that leads to the front door, which is a different avenue than the one we used previously.

The main control panels for the power are on this side. Since most of the common areas are motion lights to conserve energy, it would be a giveaway for our game. That means we need to turn them off.

Each floor has approximately six thousand square feet of living space. There’s another three to four thousand square feet of operational space, so water purification and storage, power generation, gardens, fields for the livestock, and food storage; that kind of thing.

The first floor, which is approximately twelve feet underground, has a lot of communal area. There’s a school and offices and a pool, a playground for kids, and that’s where the primary gardens and pastures are located. It’s the everyday floor. The place you go for your nine-to-five as if the workday will matter at that point.

It’s also where the hangar leads to. Vehicle storage and a helicopter. I think there’s even a small, ten-person plane, but it’s been a long time since I visited the hangar. That’s not directly connected to our doomsday shelter. It’s a bit of a walk toward the private airfield west of the Estate that we often use for Dad’s plane.

We’re starting on the first floor because I think there’s more to look at. In the future, we’ll head down to lower floors if Haze likes this hunting game. It’s much the same as we played in the woods behind my house. Only this time, it’s a combination of hunting and hide and seek. Neither of us is truly chasing the other. We’re hunting each other, instead.

To make it extra challenging, the only lights that will be on are the emergency lights that are always on. Each space has one that doesn’t light up the area with more light than is required, so you don’t trip and crack your head open.

We make it to the door, and I use my fob to gain access.

“You have this place locked down too,” Haze comments, amused.

“We do. There are doors that extend beyond the property that can be stumbled upon. If someone feels like exploring, they’re only going to get so far before our security gets there and escorts them off the property.”

“You have doors on other properties? Is that legal?”

I shrug. “I’m not going to pretend I know much about the fallout shelter. I just know it’s here because my ancestors were a paranoid bunch.”

He snorts. “To be fair, I wouldn’t be surprised if there were far more in the country than we imagine there are. We’re a very arrogant country with an even more arrogant government. The people who actually pay the price for their decisions are people like us who want no part of that shit. Safe spaces for when their egos get too big and other countries respond aren’t a bad thing.”

“That’s fair.”

“Though this seems a little excessive, size-wise,” he says, staring down the very long hall of the first floor.

There’s a single hall that connects all the spaces on each floor. Everything comes off that hall. It has a very clinical look with its white-stained concrete that’s stamped and ridged to look like marble tiles. There’s an elegant look to the floor and if you didn’t know it was concrete, you might be misled.

Likewise, in the living quarters, the concrete is stamped and lined to look like wood floors. Why go through the effort as if those homey details are going to matter in the middle of a war? Fucked if I know.

“Okay, so we’re staying on this floor. I suggest not going into the maintenance area, which begins at the doors at the end of the hall, nor leaving the bunker through the doors off the main corridor to the right.”

“Are they marked EXIT?”

Grinning, I shake my head. “No, but you’ll know an exit door when you see one. They’re very distinct.” I gesture to the door behind me. It may look like a typical door, but it’s nearly a foot thick and twice as wide as your average door. More like a garage door.

“Was this built to withstand bombing?” Haze asks.

I think he’s always been so curious about what’s beyond the door that he’s never given the door itself much of an examination. Now he just looks incredulous. I laugh.

“Yes. And radiation. And someone trying to force their way in. This place is meant to protect us all.”

“Will the fobs work if the world comes to an end?” Haze muses.

“Yes, though we have failsafe codes, too.”

He shakes his head. I shut the door behind us and pull him along to the power panel as the gears in the door slide into place on their own. Haze continues shaking his head. Opening the panel, I pull the switch that turns off the motion lights.

We’re plunged into darkness for a split second before the emergency lights dot the area, giving the entire place an eerie, almost spooky glow.

“That totally changes the vibe,” Haze says. “Are there dead bodies down here? I feel like this place could be haunted.”

Now is probably not the time to tell him that the reason we’re twelve feet underground is that we actually run under our family cemetery. I’ll leave that for another discussion.

“No dead bodies,” I assure him as I pull my shirt over my head. “You having second thoughts?”

He turns back to me. In the dim lights, I can see the way his eyes rake over my bare torso, pausing at my hands where I’m currently undoing my pants.

“Nope,” he says and begins shucking his clothes off too until we’re both left in nothing but our sneakers, each with a little packet of lube in our socks.

This time, we fuck however we want based on who catches the other person. It’s going to be hella fun.

“I think I’m at a disadvantage,” he says as he looks down the hall.

My eyes are trained on where his hand cups his junk. I’m not sure he’s doing it for modesty so much as he’s not used to being in an open area naked. I get it.

“Why’s that?”

“How often do you come down here?”

I laugh. “My brothers and I used to play down here when we were kids but…” My words trail off as I try to remember the last time I was down here. “It’s been maybe fifteen years since then. Oof. I feel old.”

Haze snorts.

“I’ll give you a ten-minute head start.”

He turns his attention back to me, completely unimpressed. “No. I’ll give you a two-minute head start. Go.”

I don’t argue. With a grin, I kiss his sexy lips on my way by and then jog down the hall. My first stop is the gym, where I can grab a couple resistance bands. I plan to tie this man up again when I catch him. Then I wait just outside the door in the shadows.

The place is so eerily silent that I can hear his footsteps, even as quiet as he’s being. They’re getting closer. I don’t peek out until I hear them fading. I strain to listen. When no sound meets my ears, I creep along the hall until I determine where he might have gone.

Most of the rooms are connected in some way on this floor. It’s like a maze. There are doors everywhere. It’s ideal for games like this.

I’m fairly confident he went into one of the doors on the right, so I choose one at random to push open a crack and listen. Nothing. Pushing it open the rest of the way, I step inside, careful to shut the door behind me.

There’s no movement. This space is an office. There are three desks on three walls, facing inward. I choose one of the doors and make my way through the next space.

Three rooms later and I find him. I’m not sure Haze is focusing solely on looking for me as he gets distracted by our surroundings. As I watch him from the shadows, he periodically shakes his head. He probably thinks we’re eccentric billionaires.

He’s probably not far off. There are some eccentricities within the Van Dorens. The bunker, for sure.

Haze turns his attention back to the room, eyes carefully probing every shadow before he heads for another door. I follow slowly as he examines room by room. I lose him when we stop at the pool.

There’s something especially eerie about a pool without water. The room echoes more than others because of the large, empty space. By the time I continue through the connected bathrooms, I’ve lost Haze.

Not a big deal. I’ll find him again pretty easily.

The silence is absolute down here, which can be disorienting in and of itself. We’re used to white noise everywhere because of the world we live in. There is no natural place that’s completely silent like this. In the woods, there are birds and bugs. On the beach, there are waves and wind. There’s always something to hear.

In the fallout shelter, there’s very little noise. The noises you do hear sound far away and are not always easily identifiable. They echo. A clank ahead and a couple footsteps from where you just came. A door clicks somewhere in the distance. Was that Haze’s shadow slinking by?

These are the kinds of things we loved to talk about as kids when we came into the shelter. I’m not even sure why we stopped. One year, it just never came up, and we haven’t been down here since.

I make my way into another room. This one is connected to the food storage rooms. It must be for preparation. Canning and drying meats and shit. There are long islands throughout the space. The glow from the dim emergency lights makes the stainless steel shine in the creepiest of ways. As if each workstation is a portal.

I nearly scream when hands grip me from behind. Haze’s quiet laughter sends chills through my body. I’m not sure if my racing heart is because I feel his hard dick against my ass or because he scared the shit out of me.

“Fuck,” I mutter as he pushes me over the top of one of the portal tables. Good news is, we don’t fall through. At least the portal is closed right now.

He grips my wrists and pulls them above my head as he rubs his wet cockhead between my ass cheeks. We planned ahead for fucking. We’re both pre-lubed, though admittedly could be a little better prepped. A thought I think again as he begins pushing inside me.

I groan, letting my head drop onto the cool steel of the work counter. His hands release my wrists to grip the edge of the table as he begins fucking me with purpose. Our grunts and moans echo throughout the space. The way his body slaps against mine sounds even louder than usual.

I’m not about to let him win, though. It takes me several minutes to wrestle the resistance bands from where they’re pressed between my chest and the counters. Haze doesn’t seem to notice when I tie them snuggly around his wrists. He’s far too focused on filling my ass. It takes me far longer than it would otherwise to tie him up because his sharp thrusts send jolts of pleasure throughout my entire body, and I’m left catching my breath each time.

Eventually, I manage to secure them around him and then stretch to hook them around one of the legs. There’s no catching my breath, though I try for a minute. I try to stop the flood of pleasure from the way he fucks me.

When his rhythm stutters, I grip the elastics tightly and pull as hard as I can. His arms snap straight above our heads and come free of the counter. I pull hard enough that he even slides forward, making his cock bury itself deeply in my ass.

We both gasp, and my body spasms. I nearly lose my grip on the elastics.

Haze doesn’t move, and I think I have his feet off the ground. With a grin and a lot of fucking breathless struggle, I manage to roll him off me.

“Fuck, that’s cold,” Haze gasps.

I don’t move for a minute, trying to catch my breath. Then I pick my head up to look at him.

Haze is staring at me with narrowed eyes.

“You’re really sexy like that,” I tell him. He continues glaring at me.

Shimmying myself down the length of the counter, I end up above his head so I can tie off the resistance bands. I climb on the counter, this time over his head. “Open up.”

“I’m pretty sure this is cheating,” he gripes. “I won.”

“Don’t worry, sexy hockey fan. I’m still going to ride your stick. But first you need to suck mine while I play with your pucks.”

“Oh my god, stop,” Haze mutters.

“I think that one was pretty good,” I say as I lie along his sexy muscles with my dick in his face.

He sighs heavily. Before I can make another comment, my cock is in his mouth. I drop my forehead onto his thigh as he begins sucking me. It’s so intense, so insistent, that my hips press down on their own accord. As if he’s sucking me in so deep that my entire body is subject to the suction. Or maybe it’s just so good that I need more.

I try to open my eyes and manage a squint. The world feels like it’s spinning around me as Haze sucks my thoughts out through my cock. His feet aren’t touching the ground. His legs have zero purchase.

This is good information for when I’m ready to fuck myself on him again. But right now, I promised to suck his pucks. So I do. I try to match his suction and am rewarded by his body jerking. His muffled cries around my cock. His answering gags when I shove my dick further down his throat when he’s crying out.

It’s a back-and-forth game for quite some time as we ‘punish’ each other for the intense sucking we receive. Eventually, and I don’t know how I manage the strength, I pull myself off him.

My chest is heaving so drastically that I might pass out. I crab crawl over him so we’re in the same position as we were when Haze was fucking me, but now we’ve rolled. And my man is entirely at my mercy, stretched out in such a way that he has zero grip at all.

I lower myself on his cock and hear his head slam against the counter as he groans. As it turns out, this isn’t the best configuration on the counter that we could be in. It’s perfect, so Haze is completely helpless under me, but it also means I have almost no good purchase in this position.

I end up lying on him with my heels on the edge of the counter. This angle is nearly as intense as when we were rolled. The angles have adjusted because of how Haze’s body is stretched and how I have to pretty much curl my legs up.

That doesn’t stop me from fucking myself on him as best I can. As hard as I can. I try to match each hard thrust he’d been giving me, and based on our combined animal noises filling the room and echoing back at us, I think I’m succeeding.

No, I’m definitely succeeding. I know when he comes because his whole body spasms before stiffening. He gasps the sexiest gasps. I grip my dick as he fills my ass, jerking myself along with him so my orgasm joins the end of his.

Maybe it’s a trick of the light, but my eyesight becomes spotted with white flashes. Maybe it’s all my blood rushing south. Maybe it’s the absence of sound. But everything about this one orgasm feels like it grips something deep inside me to explode outward.

My body collapses on his, making me jerk from the adjusted angle of his cock inside me. The only sounds are our heavy breaths now. Though I swear, every few seconds, I can hear our cries of pleasure echoing back at us, as if the room is replaying the moment for us to relive.

“Still think I stole your win?” I ask.

I flinch when he bites my ear. “Yes and no. I’m not sure either of us lost after that orgasm.”

A grin covers my face, and while I know I need to untie him, my eyes close. Maybe in a minute.

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