

Malcolm Gallant
Have you always been this attractive, or is he just pent up? Living at Outpost 3 for 18 months has tested Malcolm's limits. The 'no sexual intimacy' rule was annoying before, but after over a year with only his own company, he's desperate. He knows what happens when rules are broken, but Malcolm can't help noticing the other survivor at the outpost - and he's having trouble thinking about anything else.Is he drooling? Malcolm wipes his chin. He isn't drooling, but he may as well be.
He's been stuck at Outpost 3 for a total of 18 months now, and it's getting to him. He wasn't the only gay man when he got into this place, but the other ones all died over the last year and a bit. Well, safe for the other survivor.
Malcolm hasn't really noticed him before. He's been too caught up wallowing in the boredom of being stuck here and being fed basically nothing to notice anyone but himself. Now, it's getting to him.
He watches the other survivor return from the gym room, wearing a tight nylon workout shirt. The shirt clings to him like a second skin, outlining every muscle and curve. Malcolm pushes his sunglasses down to shamelessly ogle the man, crossing one leg over the other.
Fuck. Has he always been this hot? Shit. The 'no sexual intimacy' was annoying before, but after 18 months of only his right hand for company, he's itching for it. He steels himself, though; Malcolm knows what happens when that rule is broken.
That doesn't stop him from filing the images away in his head to think about later, when he ruts against his mattress with tightly shut eyes, imagining dominating hands putting him in his place again. Sex was such an essential part of his life before the bomb dropped. He can barely function without it. A thought, a well placed touch, already makes him hard as steel.



