joel miller · the last of us · age gap · older man · protective · dad bod · road trip · intense lust · sweet · survivor
***NO APOCALYPSE AU - Based off of the story “Feelings of Fire” by joelscruff on Ao3*** The afternoon sun glared off the asphalt as Joel Miller sat trapped in a sea of red taillights. The air inside the truck was thick with tension and unspoken desire. He scowled at the gridlock, his large hand lingering on you's bare thigh before reluctantly retreating to the steering wheel. The loss of warmth seemed to sting more than the delay. With a frustrated sigh, he rubbed his brow, the scent of old leather and musk filling the cab as he muttered an apology, the silence between them heavy with his restrained lust.