Club Zombie 1-4

by Z. Allora

  Cutter ended the kiss by nipping Storm’s lower lip. “You did well.” Light brown hair fell into his eyes but didn’t hide the excitement and desire written all over him as he gazed up at Alex. “Didn’t he, Alex?”

  “He did great.” Alex kept his grip on reality and patted the pink cheeks one last time before he assisted Storm into a standing position. Storm’s shaft must have agreed, because it saluted the three of them. Temptation flooded Alex to do more, but he resisted.

  Storm gave him a clinging hug. Wow, surprisingly not his usual squeeze and run.

  As Storm righted his clothing with some uncomfortable-sounding grunts, the partygoers cried out, “Who’s next?” and demanded, “More!”

  Storm laughed and gave Alex a kiss on the cheek.

  “I guess I’m next,” Uli said to no one in particular, with a nervous glance at the crowd.

  Uh-oh. Uli peeked around with a frown at the gawking partiers watching him. He alternated his weight from foot to foot.

  Arm around Uli’s waist, Alex steered him back toward a wall. The partiers divided, allowing a path. Storm and Cutter flanked him, blocking people’s view. Their bodies created a barrier that allowed Uli a sense of privacy.

  “Thank you,” Uli whispered. “Should I, um, take off my pants?”

  “You don’t have to.” Alex smiled, trying to convey peacefulness.

  “How should we?” Uli waved his hands around.

  “I’ve got you.” Alex hugged him, taking the decision out of Ulrich’s hands. Instantly, Uli’s restless shifting dissipated. “Lean against me. I’m going to do this standing up. Okay?”

  Uli’s lips turned up as the complaining zombies, whose view was now blocked, got louder. He chuckled. “I think we’re disappointing them.”

  “This isn’t about anyone but us,” Alex reminded him.

  “I trust you.” Uli leaned back. “Completely.”

  Confidence flooded Alex. Yes, they needed faith in each other.

  Uli tipped his face up to Alex, for maybe a kiss.

  He took the invitation and parted the surrendered mouth with his tongue.

  Uli pressed against him, then wiggled to the right before shifting left, forcing their lower halves to rub together. His excitement became evident.

  Cutter leaned in to remind them of the original purpose. “Keep kissing him, but spank him too.” His words sounded anxious.

  Uli strained back for a moment to study Cutter, and then returned his attention to Alex and grinned mischievously. “Go ahead. Do it.” He went so far as to guide Alex’s hand to his ass, pushing back into Alex’s palm.

  Alex took a liberty he’d never taken and massaged a hand over Uli’s jean-covered ass. His bottom was more solid than Storm’s, but just as wonderful.

  Alex pulled back his hand, and Uli closed the distance between their mouths again. The hot kiss became hotter once Alex’s palm met Ulrich’s ass. The first light tap earned him a moan. He made the second swat a bit harder, which got him a needy groan. He decided to give Uli more and the third spank resulted in a blissful grunt.

  Alex maintained the speed and intensity throughout the spanking.

  Uli clung to Alex’s lips. He exhaled sexy little pants of excitement between murmurs and thrust across Alex’s erection. Did Uli feel how right it was to be in Alex’s arms? Twenty-one was reached far too soon.

  Disappointment was replaced by the realization that a roomful of people stared at them. Alex didn’t feel on display; only acutely aware this was neither the time nor the place for their fulfillment.

  Alex patted Uli’s ass with regret. Uli broke the kiss and asked, “One more?”

  That made him smile. Alex swatted him. “And one to grow on.” The last one was little more than a love tap, but was the hardest.

  Uli reached back to comfort his backside with two hands. He gave a pretend pout, but a big grin broke through, and he chuckled.

  Storm stood, hands on his hips, and grimaced at Cutter, who stood against the wall quite demurely. Hands folded innocently in front of him belied the fact that his pants were already pooled around his ankles. “I’m ready, Alex.”

  Wow! A buzz of desire raced through Alex. “Yes, you are.”

  Cutter shifted his weight from one leg to the other. His downcast eyes didn’t hide the excitement he exuded. He required this in a way Alex’s other mates didn’t.

  Uli turned toward Cutter. Their eyes met and locked. After a couple of seconds of study, Uli pressed his lips against Cutter’s and then stepped aside.

  Storm growled, spun Cut around, and planted a hard kiss on Cutter’s mouth. He broke off and guided him toward Alex.

  Alex caressed Storm’s back. Confusion evolved into acceptance, and finally Storm gave a nod of agreement—acceptance that Alex would provide Cutter with something Storm could not.

  “Do you want this, Cut?” Alex kept his voice low so only the three of them heard his words.

  Cutter whimpered and reached out for both Storm and Uli. They stepped closer, and each grabbed one of his hands. He shut his eyes and blew out a slow breath. His grip on Storm and Uli tightened for a moment before he loosened his fingers, and the tension in him drained away. A small smile turned up his mouth when he opened his eyes to gaze at Alex. “Totally.”

  “I like when you concentrate on me, Cutter.”

  Instantly, Cutter raised his gaze.

  Everything rested on Alex’s shoulders. If he succeeded, they’d be on the right path; if he failed…. No, that wasn’t an option. He would utilize every ounce of determination he possessed so he’d fulfill each of them to the best of his ability.

  “Come on! Get on with it.” A random zombie brought over the spanking chair and set it near the four of them.

  Alex kissed Cutter’s forehead when he passed him and sat on the chair.

  Storm and Uli stood shoulder-to-shoulder and continued to block the crowd from getting a full-frontal peek.

  Cutter shuffled half-naked the remaining steps to Alex, head held high. A small smile betrayed his enthusiasm.

  Standing next to Alex, Cutter didn’t hide his erection. It pushed out the front of his somewhat oversized T-shirt.

  Alex picked the fabric off to reveal Cutter’s excitement. He licked his lips, trying not to obsess about the liquid that seeped out of the tip. His mouth watered as he inhaled the scent of Cutter, and his hands seemed to have a mind of their own, teasing his fingers over Cutter’s backside.

  “Cut, I’m going to give you a birthday spanking.” Alex wasn’t sure if the shiver that went through Cutter was a reaction to the announcement or Alex’s fingers on his bare bottom. “Do you want that?”

  A zombie Alex had met once or twice screamed out, “If he doesn’t, I do.”

  Storm cleared his throat, folded his arms, and glared until a meek, “Sorry” reached them.

  “Yes. I need it… hard,” Cutter said louder than he usually talked.

  “Over my lap.” Alex guided Cutter across him and allowed him to adjust his penis so its length slid between Alex’s thighs. Cutter thrust back and pushed down, which made them both sigh.

  Storm tucked Uli under his arm and nuzzled into him. He no longer appeared as if he’d smash anyone in the face, but he bit his lip and stared at Cutter.

  His concern was sweet. Alex got his attention and winked.

  Alex enjoyed Uli’s soft giggle and Storm’s mouth gaping open. After fully recovering, Storm returned the wink with a small chuckle.

  “Kneel.” Uli pushed Storm down to Cutter’s level and dropped to his knees next to him.

  Uli tilted Cutter’s chin up, forcing him to stare into Storm’s eyes. He pushed Storm’s head toward Cutter’s and demanded, “Kiss.”

  While they kissed, Uli peeked at Alex and licked his lips, making lust zing through Alex. Everything they’d shared had developed past the friendship status. There could be no going back. He had to talk to Uli right after this so they could figure out their next steps.

  Storm s
topped kissing Cutter and smiled at Alex. He wrapped his hand into Uli’s blond mass of hair and tugged him to Cutter’s face.

  Cut whined, “Kiss me.”

  Uli never seemed to deny Cutter anything. He gave him a lingering kiss, and then grinned at Alex.

  Standing, Uli pulled Storm up in front of Alex and waited with the rest of the crowd. “It’s time.”

  Cutter snaked a hand down Alex’s leg and grasped his ankle. Tension ramped back up, and Cut squirmed.

  Without further pause, Alex spanked his hand on Cutter’s cute butt. He didn’t use the soft pats and the playful swats he’d given previously. He gave Cutter stinging slaps that echoed throughout the room. Everyone faded into nothingness save Uli, Storm, and of course, Cutter.

  Cutter moaned and thrust into the swats with urgency. Alex felt the throbbing erection riding against the rough material of his jeans, and he tightened his thighs, causing Cutter to moan delightfully. They weren’t even halfway to twenty-one when Cutter went into overdrive.

  He thrust deep in time with Alex’s palm, pushing up and back down immediately.

  Uli and Storm kneeled back down, and Cutter demanded, “Kiss me.” Both followed the order and took turns locking lips with him.

  Alex landed his palm in a steady but quick rhythm. He tightened his thighs. On spank fifteen, Cutter froze and drew back from the kisses. He cried out and rocked his body during the sixteenth, seventeenth, eighteenth, and nineteenth smacks. By the twenty-first spank, he lay limp across Alex’s lap absorbing the tender caresses of Alex’s palm.

  Wow! He’d made his soon-to-be mate come. No machines were involved, just well-timed smacks and thigh muscles.

  Uli and Storm were back to trading long wet kisses with Cutter.

  The little imp stopped making out long enough to glance over his shoulder and give Alex a dreamy-eyed gaze. He smiled and wiggled his ass against Alex’s palm. “Mmmm” was the only thing he vocalized.

  Cutter fell back into the arms of the other two to receive more loving kisses and attention. Alex rubbed Cutter’s red butt, enjoying the heat that radiated off him. He’d done that.

  Alex, Uli, and Storm attempted to help Cutter stand up, but he shook his head and plopped onto Alex’s lap. He hissed and arched his red butt off Alex.

  Storm and Uli laughed with sympathetic “Awws” at the truly comical scene.

  Cutter actually blushed and hid his head under a length of Alex’s hair, arms entwined as they hugged each other tight. He whispered, “I needed that.”

  “I know. Me too.” Alex caressed Cutter’s back. Each of the men had given him something entirely different, but something critical to his very being.

  Peeking out from a mess of hair, Cutter asked, “Really?” So many emotions played across his face, but the one that seemed to stay was a hope of finding a kindred spirit.

  “Yes, you’re quite….” Alex couldn’t figure out the right word, but the smile on Cutter’s face said he didn’t have to search. “We should get you dressed.”

  “Yikes,” Cutter yipped. “Where are my pants?”

  Storm held them out in front of him. Smirking, he said, “I didn’t know you were a kicker.”

  Beau clapped his hands at the crowd. “Okay, show’s over. If you’re looking for more of the same, may I suggest you go to Behind the Red Door and indulge with the BDSM crowd?”

  A number of partiers exited rather promptly.

  Lafayette joined their group. “Well done, Alex.”

  Alex stepped around his friends to get to his mentor. “Thanks.” He accepted the half hug, and a half back slap that nearly knocked him over.

  “Have you talked to Uli yet?” Lafayette glanced over at Uli, Storm, and Cutter, who were getting some drinks.

  “As soon as I can get him alone.” The arched eyebrow told Alex what Lafayette didn’t intend on wasting words saying, so he replied, “I know I should have told him, but I just haven’t figured out what to say.”

  “Well, time is ticking, so let me suggest the direct approach. Just make sure you get to bed by midnight,” Lafayette said low enough for Alex’s ears only.

  “Fayette, let the boy take his friends to the club.” Beau waved away Lafayette’s scowl. He checked his watch. “He’s got plenty of time.”

  Lafayette pulled Beau into his arms and kissed him soundly. “As you wish, my dear.”

  Beau turned and said, “Oh, Alex. I dropped off some new clothing. I hung them in your closet. If you need anything just text me.”

  Alex nodded and waved until they marched to the door.

  Storm handed Alex a bottle of water while Uli and Cutter danced to the music in their heads. “Thanks. Um, do you want to go dancing?” Alex asked.

  Both yelled, “Yes! Time to dance, birthday boy.”

  13

  Birthday Spankings & Blowjobs Don’t Always Go Together

  Alex found Uli’s and Cutter’s whispers and laughter rather charming as they rushed through the hallways to the main part of Club Zombie. But he had to get Uli alone for a few minutes. What he’d say was anyone’s guess, but hopefully Uli would respond well.

  “It’s time to party!” Uli shouted.

  Storm kept glancing over at him as they trailed behind the bouncing pair. For some reason, every time Alex turned toward Storm, catching his gaze, the guy glanced away.

  Finally, too frustrated, Alex asked, “Is something wrong, Storm?”

  “Nothing.” Storm sighed, shoved his hands deep into his pockets, and trudged after the giggling duo.

  Uli squealed as Cutter dragged him into one of the private single bathrooms they passed.

  Storm leaned against the doorframe with folded arms.

  Alex took up position on the opposite wall, trying to ignore Storm’s pheromones, but failed and went hard. It was impossible to ignore when one of his mates was in need.

  Another minute passed, and Storm flew across the space. He planted a hand on each side of Alex’s head. Frozen in place, Alex breathed in Storm’s minty fresh breath laced with birthday cake frosting.

  “Storm?”

  Storm’s face twisted in confusion, then softened and evaporated into an expression of pure lust. “I didn’t get to kiss you for real.” He pressed Alex against the wall with his body. Man, his weight felt good.

  Alex allowed Storm to make the first move.

  Storm’s mouth loomed closer, their mingled breath arousing Alex further. The lips of his most difficult soon-to-be mate were in reach. He only had to lean forward an inch to taste Storm’s mouth. Alex strained to resist.

  The bathroom door swung open. Storm jumped back as Uli and Cut rejoined them in the dim hallway.

  “What’s this?” Cutter asked while gesturing at Storm and Alex. Uli stood next to him and glared with his hands on his hips. Cutter had refreshed his guyliner and added some to Uli. The rim of black made their eyes impossibly huge.

  “Nothing,” Storm barked.

  Cutter frowned at Storm. When he turned to stare at Alex, his expression filled with hurt, but most of all, with bafflement.

  Uli’s bitter sound of disbelief drew Alex’s attention. Then Uli swung an arm around Cutter’s shoulder. “Come on, Cut. Let’s go dance since nothing is going on.”

  “You two have fun.” Cutter’s distress disappeared behind a false smile, and his voice filled with cheerful overcompensation as he and Uli danced toward the music at the end of the corridor.

  Storm sagged against the wall without making eye contact. He rested his weight on one foot and kicked the wall behind him with the heel of his boot.

  “Storm.”

  Storm sighed and turned to glare at Alex. “What?”

  “It will be all right.” Alex considered telling Storm everything, but it was too soon. He should to talk to Uli, go through this mysterious secondary transition, and then all the other things he had to sort out before he could explain his transformation to Storm and Cutter. Though having his mates angry, upset, and hurt sucked.

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nbsp; “Yeah. What-the-fuck-ever.” Storm shoved off the wall and stomped down the passageway.

  Alex inhaled and exhaled and inhaled again until he found his place of calm. What a night, and the evening just started. Exhaustion began setting in, but he hurried after Storm.

  He found Uli, Cut, and Storm standing next to the main dance floor. Excitement zipped through him as he studied each of them. They appeared similar—each dressed in jeans and black concert T-shirts. The only difference in their clothing was the bands the T-shirts displayed. They were a matched set, and Alex planned to collect them all as his mates.

  Dry ice smoke drifted over the dance floor, curling around half-naked men as they shimmied, bounced, and danced to a blaring, primitive beat.

  Storm engaged in what appeared to be a heated discussion with Cutter. The exchange looked like Storm was refusing to dance.

  Cutter’s jaw set stubbornly while he shook his head.

  Uli turned his head from side to side, as if he were searching for something or someone, until he caught sight of Alex. His eyes lit, but then he abruptly spun away from Alex.

  They needed to talk… right now! Alex dodged the gyrating bodies and overlooked the grabby hands of the dancing men to reach his irate mates. Time to deal with reality and then do some damage control.

  Cassidy, jokester extraordinaire, danced over to the group just as Alex joined them. One would think he was eight.

  Storm pointed at him. “Hey, you’re the one who hacks traffic warning signs.”

  Cassidy laughed. “Only before the signs are in use. Don’t you think someone should warn people about zombies?”

  Cut laughed. “Oh my God! I saw a sign off of 85. Was that you?”

  Cassidy bowed. “Zombies suck, I believe.”

  Ulrich chuckled but then looked at Alex with wide eyes and gave him a grimace. Cassidy really edged a bit too close to the truth. Alex hoped Lafayette hadn’t seen the sign.

  Cassidy shouted to be heard above the rave music, “You guys know tonight is Blowjob Night!” He pulled up his kilt to show off his rainbow kneepads. Alex admired Cassidy’s enthusiasm, but at times wished the guy would shut his mouth, especially tonight. Undoubtedly, Cassidy was trying to play matchmaker with Uli and Cutter, but Alex didn’t need anyone giving his mates any ideas. He had to talk to Uli.