A/N: This is completely new to me, so tell me what I'm doing well, what I'm doing wrong, and with that said, enjoy! This is a kind of angsty. Inspired by The Dumbing Down of Love by Frou Frou.
Set place 2 years after the infection has been contained, in a motel room. Ellis stuck with Nick because he didn't have anybody left and Nick accepted it because he never really had anyone before.

Ellis woke up and looked at the clock lying next to the bed where he and Nick had fallen asleep. '4:54' it silently stated, blinking off and on again. He rolled on his side and faced the man before him. Sometime in the night Nick had taken his shirt off and threw it on the chair lying next to the door of the hotel room.

Without even realizing Ellis' hands had reached up towards the other man's chest, gently touching the light dusting of dark hair and the skin that lay underneath. He then moved his hands to the muscled arms touching as lightly as he could. He removed one of his hands and then reached up to Nick's defined jaw. His skin was slightly rough but that was what attracted him to the older man, that he was experienced and caring.

Nick stirred in his sleep and Ellis retracted his hands and the realization of what he had been doing finally caught up to him and he stepped out of the bed and walked towards the door. Making sure he had a key with him he stepped outside and closed the door behind him. He walked forward a few steps before he feel to his knees and wept.

"What am I doing?" He quietly asked himself. "What the fuck am I doing?" He stayed outside until he calmed down and quietly mad his way back into the room and slipped into the bed. He fell asleep facing Nick and a sinking feeling in his gut.

The sun shines gently upon his face, peering through the slightly parted blinds in the hotel. The prefect complexion of his skin, tan from working outside on the hot sunny days in Savannah, Georgia; His bright lips, not chaffed, not chapped, but pink and supple.

The clock next to the bed blinked on and off '8:32.'

Nick reached up and lifted the truckers hat off of Ellis' head and gently ran his fingers over the others hair. He retracted his hand as if he was hurt, but to his amusement it was from surprise. Surprise at how… right, it really felt. He held his hands in his lap and forced himself not to reach over the beautiful figure lying next to him.

He pulled the covers off himself and stepped into the bathroom. He began to disrobe and turned on the shower. He looked in the mirror before stepping in and saw trails of water running down his face. He touched them just to make sure that they really were there.

"Such a fucking baby…" He said to himself in a sad and quiet voice. "Can't even realize when you're fucking crying." He proceeded to pull himself together and step into the shower.

A/N: Okay so I know it's not the best, but I'm trying, and this is my first attempt at a Nick/Ellis fic. So, please tell me what you think!