Luca locked the metal doors of the bunker behind him and dusted the snow from his pants.

A canvas bag was draped over his shoulder, and I waited, expectantly, to see what sort of loot he found

today. It was usually slim pickings, but sometimes he got lucky. When he pulled out a package of

expired Pop-Tarts, I had nearly lost my shit. I began dancing excited circles around our small,

dingy home, as though he'd given me a pile of gold. I couldn't resist giving him a kiss,

something we normally didn't do outside of the bed. Luca laughed dryly.

I figured you'd like that.

There wasn't much else.

We weren't a couple.

Not really.

In the literal sense of the term, I guess we were.

We lived together and shared meals and a bed, but it was mostly out of necessity.

Once the meteor had hit the other side of the planet, causing a full-blown apocalypse to happen,

people had to make do with what they could.

None of us wanted to be alone.

It was human nature. Luca rinsed himself off in the basin. We kept in the

back of the bunker and joined me in bed that night. I was already naked underneath the covers,

aching for him. He stood next to the bed, the dim white light shadowing half of his body.

He looked good, muscled and slim.

I began to kiss his stomach, working my way down to his cock.

He was already half hard for me, with pre-cum dripping at the head. Fuck, he muttered, I could feel him

relax. He was normally so tense and stressed, and I enjoyed witnessing him warm up. I loved being

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