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bakerstreet2017-04-11 05:39 am
...you find someone to carry you
Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.
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1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.
12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.
15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?
19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?
20. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...
22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.
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He preferred to not dwell on how many issues he and Lori had prior to the world ending.
Looking over at Negan, Rick correlated the man yet again with Shane. The two really were cut from the same cloth and likely things would end similar. Negan would step over him to grasp onto more power, leaving everyone else in the dust to fend for themselves. Something he just couldn't do. Shane as a cop should have been better and with Negan he didn't know what he did prior to the world ending but it didn't really matter. Probably car dealer or something equally as slimy. ]
That's the difference with us, I wouldn't leave my people. I take care of my own. [ If the roles were reversed, he wouldn't have left Shane and would have done everything possible to keep all of them safe. ] Doesn't matter now, does it? Your people will be my people soon enough. Like you said, Simon's a more fair man. He'll listen in ways you never did. He sees the bigger picture here. [ Dwight continued to concern him but he'd deal with the man later on once things were a little more settled. ]
I should be goin'. Will be daybreak soon and I've got things to get ready for. [ When he climbed to his feet, he swayed dangerously but just managed to stay upright. ] Morgan will be by in a couple hours with your breakfast.
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So long as he wasn't dead, anyway.
Rick still had the fight, was still willing to risk losing his head just to keep ahead of the curve. Good for him. It wouldn't help him sleep at night--case in point.
He bent forward, fixing his gaze fiercely on Rick as he swayed upright. They'd danced around the issue for long enough now, and it was clear Rick wasn't going to take his bait unless he was blatantly clear. Besides...he had his reasons. Good reasons. Logical, sensible reasons. ]
A leader needs their sleep, Rick. You can't sleep, it's only a matter of time before you make a mistake, get yourself or someone else killed. Maybe even me. I dealt with it my own way, had some help blowing off steam, you know. Finding peace and all that crap.
[ He raised his bound hands up in front of him and beckoned with one finger. ]
Three minutes. Three minutes, that's all. And it stays between you and me. I'll make it worth it, and when you go down for your nap, finally, you'll only have me to thank. And you will thank me, won't you? Profusely?
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They didn't understand why he kept Negan alive.
He didn't know either.
Turning on his heel to face the man again, he felt the tittering balance shift back and forth, ready to pitch him forward or backwards depending on what he did next. They both stood at a crossroads now and he needed to consider where it would lead them. Where it would take the others along with them.
But didn't he deserve a chance for selfishness? The opportunity of being human if only for a few moments.
Slowly, he moved forward, shaky steps bringing him to stand in front of Negan, close enough to touch but not quite there yet. The indecision continued and he couldn't quite bring himself to give into the heat blaring to life within him.
The sink or swim. The fight or die. The never giving up. ]
Three minutes. [ His voice rasped, conflict roaming all over the contours of his face. How would he ever justify this to himself? He just couldn't but it didn't stop him from unlocking Negan's shackles on his hands. He left the ones on his legs, giving a slightly weary look for a brief second. ]
You try anythin' and I'll slit your throat. [ His foreplay really could use some work. Pushing the keys into his coat pocket, he moved a little closer, heart hammering so hard in his chest it nearly hurt.
He shouldn't - shouldn't - shouldn't -
Negan stained his entire life red and tore apart everything keeping him whole. One reason he couldn't sleep rested there on the floor like a living and breathing nightmare and still he returned right into the awaiting jaws. ]
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People would argue that taking the offer a blowjob from a captured enemy was way up there on anyone's list of bad choices.
He waited until the cuffs fell away from his hands, and - rubbing his wrists gently - he pulled himself forward, swiveling so that he came up onto his knees, his shackled ankles behind him. Assuming the position. Rick came closer, trying to assert his dominance, even as he felt it flaking away. Surrendering to Negan's will like this was giving him control, no matter how hard he tried to keep his grip on it.
Like it or not, Negan had the power now. Rick could grab his head and fuck his mouth, or come all over his face, and Negan would still win this round, would still be able to hold this over him from now on. His son, if he ever found out, would hate him. His people would hate him. A little cocksucking to keep an ace up his sleeve wasn't much of a big deal at all.
But Rick was tired.
He kept his eyes down, because for the moment he didn't want to spook Rick and send him darting away before he got his shot at him. He was matter of fact about it, lifting his hands and undoing Rick's belt. Undoing his fly, he reached inside to peel his cock free.
For a moment, this was as quiet as Negan had ever been, stroking up from the base to urge his arousal, and taking just the tip in his mouth to swirl his tongue around it, before he even dared to risk a glance up at his prey. ]
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Why, then, couldn't he manage to end Negan and put a stop to everything surrounding the man? One single and not very remarkable person had started to undo him, prying apart the razor sharp edges he used to keep himself together, spilling open the humanity he tried so hard to hide. He needed to be better, needed to be stronger but all the stress drained him down to his core.
He didn't have much left to give at the moment and Negan consumed what little he had.
Breath hitching softly, he let Negan touch him, expecting it to be rough and downright brutal. Gentleness never existed with them, not through words and certainly not with physicality. And yet, Negan's movements were anything but rough. It made it worse, far worse than letting it happen at all. Rick couldn't enjoy it, couldn't allow more of a bond to deepen between them.
It was just getting off and nothing more.
Fingers tightening in Negan's hair, Rick slipped more of his cock into the other man's mouth, willingly things to go faster and to not feel so -- he didn't even want to put a word to it. He needed to ignore the sparks racing down his spine or the need for -- no. Closing his eyes, he snapped his hips a little more but nothing too rough because he technically didn't want to hurt Negan. Stupid, really, but he knew the violence curling around him sometimes and opening the lid on such viciousness could be difficult to contain.
Biting at his lower lip, he tried to keep any noises from spilling out.
He couldn't enjoy this. He couldn't. ]
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But gently, he encouraged Rick to be the one to close more of the distance himself, seeking what all men wanted when they got a mouth on their cock: more. Rick rocked his hips forward, and Negan gave it to him. Though Rick's grip on his hair was tight, it was by no means forceful, holding back, already nervous about the advantage he'd taken so far.
It was a delicate, tentative reaction, restrained by fear, and the best thing Negan could do was reward it, embolden him, invite Rick to push too far just to see what happened when he did.
Using the flat of his tongue, Negan rolled under the heavy head of Rick's cock, encouraging it to stiffen all the more. At the same time, the tip rubbed up and down the quickly filling veins, feeling the hot, aroused pulse against his tongue. Soon enough, the first bitter taste of precome burned his throat, and Negan rewarded it instantly with an edge of danger, the graze of his teeth lightly against the base as he pulled back, sucking on the head before starting up a bobbing rhythm, lips pressed tight against turgid flesh to deepen the impact of the friction.
His eyes, in the dull light that reached them through the barred door, were cast in shadow, but that made it easier to watch the man above him as he worked, ready to change tack at a second's notice if it seemed like Rick was going to push him away. He doubted Rick was counting the seconds until the three minute was up, one way or another, and if Negan had his way then any other thoughts in the man's mind would drift away too by the time they were done, including how he came to have Negan sucking his cock in the first place.
It was all power. You either had it, or you didn't, and even on his knees, Negan knew how to take what he could get. ]
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A lesson taught to Rick early on in his life and only reinforced through the years because expressing things only gave others an edge. Breaking yourself down meant someone saw all the little knives to twist and where to cause the maximum damage. It happened time and time again on the job when things went very, very wrong and emotions played a big part in it. Either they were not enough, were too much or were towards the wrong person.
The words only damaged things in the end.
Love existed, of course, and drove people forward or backwards whether they liked it or not but one misplaced word or too much silence could tear it all apart. Something Rick knew all too well with his marriage to Lori. In the beginning, things had been perfect and she fully embraced his expression through action, especially when it kept them as newlyweds far after the honeymoon ended. She enjoyed the sensuality he brought to their relationship and the bonding he longed for and often. But all too soon, Lori wanted more and demanded they talk every little thing out, pushing him to clam up. It only led to yelling on Lori's end and leaving on Rick's. She wanted too many words and Rick had never been wired to offer them in the way she wanted.
She never grasped the brush of his fingertips through her hair meant 'I love you' and their arms around each other expressed 'I need you, never leave'. The words seemed to matter more and he never measured up to her preconceived notion of what romance and love needed to be. Michonne, on the other hand, had understood and slowly helped him to open up without making him feel wrong but he destroyed things with her because of the man resting on his knees before him. The man who spoke freely and without holding back a single thing. His words being another form of a weapon.
The power of words broke someone down or inspired them to do the 'necessary thing'. He had a natural talent for speeches and it made him a fine leader and tailor made for proper law enforcement. He could talk all about plans and what needed to be done but when it came down to how he felt inside? No, the words only died on his tongue and left him with a gaping wound unable to be filled. Besides, releasing even just an inch would break the armor keeping him strong enough to stay on his feet. The group depended on him to keep it all together and even before the world ended he needed to be the rock for everyone else. Emotional outbursts needed to be carefully regulated and he only broke down when pushed to the absolute brink, which happened to be far more of a push than for most others.
He had a lot of skill with walls and hiding things deep down inside of him.
Yet, everyone needed some kind of release to keep their sanity and for Rick it just so happened to be the intimacy of connecting with someone else. The ultimate bond forged between two bodies moving and coming together to express all the things words never properly captured. Not the healthiest approach when it came to coping and he really should have learned to express himself better but Rick had always turned to sex early on in his life and it just became habit over the years. It settled him, grounded him and allowed everything else to remain bottled up.
Being with Negan, then, made very little sense with how much investment he put into intimacy with another person but the loss of Jessie and Michonne splintered too much within him and he needed something to grasp onto. Someone to reach back for him even if he knew why Negan wanted to in the first place. It would be a power play and a way to hold things over him. Emotional blackmail; the very worst kind for someone like him. At least, the heat from Negan's mouth felt right and every suck, lick and even scrap of teeth brought him closer to the edge. The feel of Negan's hair between his fingertips and the overall proximity of their bodies lessened the pressure weighing him down. It overwhelmed him in the best sort of way.
Time blurred around the edges and he lost track of how much of it had passed surely longer than the designated three minutes. Eventually, though, his head tilted back as the heat clenched in his stomach and with a few warning tugs of Negan's hair, he came hard. Nearly biting right through his lip to keep from crying out, only allowing a soft sigh to escape him in the aftermath. Trembles worked up and down his body while the heat continued to spread. Riding out the high, he snapped his hips a little harder than before, only moving when he felt too sensitive. He stumbled back on wobbly legs and it took him a few tries to right his clothing and slowly crack his eyes open.
Now, being selfish with sex never really occurred to him and it didn't take too long to move onto his knees and grab for Negan's pants to repay the favor. At least, with his hand. There wouldn't be any blowjobs happening this time.
He just needed to ignore the need to be so much closer. ]
[ ooc: this got really, really out of hand so please do not feel the need to match the length!! my next reply will be much shorter. ]
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No, actually, that sounded rather fun. But not better than enjoying the look on Rick's face when he came, and watched him swallow.
He caught hold of the back of Rick's legs, and held on, sucking down in rhythmic motions until he was sure he'd swallowed down every drop. That was about when Rick went skittering away backward, and Negan released him, letting him stumble. Away he went, putting space between them, so that he could pretend that he had safety with distance. It wasn't real. Negan could have gone after him, and choked him to death easily while he was prone, post orgasmic, torn and broken.
Rick had a lot to be broken about. He was a screwed up guy. He was emotional, and wrapped up in things, and he was going to be a wreck about this tomorrow, but Negan didn't care. Tomorrow was another day; that was the joy of it. Tomorrow meant a new chess match, with a completely different array of pieces.
He concentrated on mopping his mouth, working the back of his fist against the saliva and come on his mouth and beard. He scrubbed a little at it, then, amused, sank back to watch Rick recover.
It didn't take as long as he expected. Not at all. Rick moved back across the room, surprising him, and grabbed hold of his pants, starting to work his pants open. ]
Going to return the favor?
[ He was stunned. He hadn't known what favor to expect--had expected, in fact, to have to con Rick out of it come the morning, but this was a whole other thing. He couldn't have even asked Rick for it with a straight face. Guys enjoyed getting their dick sucked, that was simple math. And if not for having something to gain from doing the sucking, why would anyone do it? Emotion, that was why. Wanting to connect.
Really? Rick wanted to connect with him? That was totally weird. But it was still something he could take advantage of. It'd just take a little more working out to get straight.
That was fine. He could work it out. There was a middle point there too.
He curled one ankle around the back of Rick's, and pushed back on the floor, tugging Rick back with him. ]
Big man. Come on, then. Come on, do it. Do it, Rick.
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The countdown for the bomb waiting to happen sounded off in his mind, constantly looping and reverberating but so far not completely exploding. So many times in the past he nearly ignited into a fiery inferno but the connections he forged with others kept him as whole as a person could be in their new world. They all faced so much loss but bonds strengthened resolve and drove people forward when others wanted to stop. If a person had something to fight for, they kept going but if they had someone to battle for, well, they never stopped. They battled until their very last breath.
Rick broke himself down again and again to ensure others remained safe and he fought for them. He took the scars so they didn't have to.
When it came to Negan, he failed to forge a very strong foundation, at least, in the way his group had. Any of his group would do everything in their power to save him, no matter the risk but the Saviors hadn't done the same for their fallen leader. It had to sting and giving Negan something to hold onto could be a card to play.
There were many things Rick knew how to use against a person and while he felt terrible sometimes for it they existed in a world with very darkening morals.
For now, he worked Negan's pants open and pulled out his cock to stroke slowly, thumb pressing beneath the sensitive head on each second stroke to keep the pace different. He never really gave Negan time to get used to it - a twist here, a few pulls and jerks there, pressing and releasing at random times. All in the effort to undo Negan and break something in him.
The shift in position, though, made him pause completely.
While he wanted to be closer, he couldn't be.
But he didn't move back, only resumed stroking Negan, full out ignoring the urge to kiss him or worse. ]
Shut. Up.
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The problem was, it had been a long time since he had been with anyone willing. Oh, people had slept with him for power, but nobody had ever made him come because they wanted to. It was a whole other thing, and nobody had done that...not since he was last with his wife. Oh, he'd come close, with his mistress, and with his wives since then, but they were so fair weather that they'd left him here to rot. They didn't care how he felt.
So why did he feel like Rick did? Because he was returning the favor? It was absurd, and yet Negan was struggling a lot with the sense of it because Rick was right there, the whole heat of him, an intensity that carried absolutely no shame with it. For some fucked up reason Rick wanted him. Maybe it was the conversation.
He rolled his hips upward, grunting, helpless to the way that Rick pushed him. He ached with it, with desire to do more and the impossibility of it, in his current situation. Rick wanted to do more too, he could tell, but they were pressed for time, and things were delicate as it was.
So, inexplicably, Negan shut up, but for his soft moans, the breathless effort that he was making not to be too loud and give them away. If his prison really was being watched by the man with the stick, then Negan didn't much want him walking in here. It would screw up any chances he had of using this as a power play over Rick if all of his folks knew about it.
Besides, he sort of wanted it to happen again. So if Rick wanted him to shut up, he'd shut up, curling his fingers into his hands until the nails dug into his palms, and breathing harder by the second.
If it was a victory, why did he feel like Rick had won? Again? ]
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And did things ever go wrong in their new world.
Brutality drenched their daily lives and while he fell into its depths at times, he couldn't seem to with Negan. When they first captured the man, he should have finished the job and ended him right then and there. You always trampled the serpent beneath your boot to not allow for it to curl around you and whisper the sweet nothings you are longing to hear. The honey soaked promises were dangerous and drifted focus onto the possibilities that never really existed in the first place. The allure for capture being far more important than the actual validity of what led there.
Negan easily reached for charm but there were already cracks forming in his facade and Rick could tell the solitary confinement had started to influence him. How ironic given how often he used to throw others into a cell. Just desserts or something similar.
The sounds falling from Negan's lips and the scent of him overwhelmed Rick and he pressed closer because of it, stroked his hand faster. Without really thinking about it, his lips messily ran over Negan's neck. Everything about the moment was hurried and raw in a way sexual matters never were in the past for him. It nearly felt addicting, which again he needed to stop.
Why did he have to feel so drawn to Negan?
His teeth scraped along Negan's neck as squeezed his cock, nearly an imitation of how things could be in another kind of circumstance. ]
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It was crazy, and he was done thinking about it, done worrying about his own motives, and Rick's, because essentially none of it mattered. A game of chess could be won or lost by the most unexpectedly mundane of chess moves, made long before the killing blows. He was still playing now, would be playing for who knew how long, but who the eventual victory went to was hard to say.
Right now, it didn't matter. He was just enjoying the game.
He was enjoying the warm, willing, powerful body that was moving over his own, the fact that Rick seemed to manage to play out being dominant and submissive at the same time. The squeeze around his cock, in particular, was something that he found incredibly promising, but at the same time, teeth grazed the stubble at his throat, and made him growl with desire, tipping his head up and exposing just a little more for Rick to nibble. ]
God, yes. You wanna make me come, you gotta try harder than that, sweet stuff.
[ That was crap. He was perilously close as it was, but his silent obedience from before only went so far. ]
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Their current indulgence would only be a game for Negan, a way to win something or another. For what exactly, Rick needed to figure it out, which meant more proximity with Negan. A danger given his attachment to the man but they needed all the possible facts. At the end of it all, Negan knew a lot and he could be an asset if given the right motivation.
Who knew Negan would want him in any sort of way.
The growl made a shiver run down his spine and okay he really needed to finish this up now. They were becoming too intimate with one another and he couldn't lose himself in Negan. Just no.
With a shake of his head, he shifted his body around until he managed to take Negan's cock into his mouth, sucking hard and scraping his teeth lightly. ]
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There was nothing quite like it.
The thing was, blow jobs from dudes were always better. Always. And Negan's tough guy image - and his marriage before it - hadn't exactly made it easy to wander on this side of the tracks. But Rick used his teeth just right, sucked just hard enough, had Negan's toes curling in a few seconds, digging deep just to keep his moans at a low enough register that nobody would hear him--a necessity to learn in a world full of things that would eat you if you made a sound.
He'd thought that he would only get a hand job out of it, and even that was unexpected, but this... This was off the charts. Rick was actually blowing him, and if Negan could think actual thoughts, he would yip in victory, because Rick would never want anyone knowing about this.
To be perfectly honest, though, he was just enjoying it far too much to give a shit about who was winning, getting a grip on Rick's head with both hands and rolling his hips, undulating upward rather than thrusting, so that Rick could move with him. There was no need to be an insensitive receiver. But he needn't have worried too much. Mindless with desire as he was, it was thirty seconds at most before he came, holding onto Rick tight to make sure that he took it all.
Exhausted, he sank back again, pawing at Rick's hair while his cock twitched, the last of his seed oozing onto his tongue. Make him swallow every drop.
Finally, he forced his hands to relax, no longer white knuckled, stroking at Rick's cheeks and hair almost lovingly. ]
Well I know I'm going to sleep well tonight. Rick... [ He licked his lips, suddenly unsure what he wanted to say, just that he wanted to make sure that this wasn't the only time they ever did this. ]
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They also needed to be better. The words of Dale, Hershel, Bob and Beth constantly rang through his mind and he would not dishonor their memories by falling into the traps Negan made for himself.
He would create a better way. He would and maybe Negan could be a part of it. They once gave the Governor a chance for something along with his community, despite everything he caused.
Focusing on the task, he pushed the thoughts away and began moving his head a little quicker along with Negan's movements. In no time at all, he felt the release in his mouth and he tried to swallow it and not choke at the same time. It had been a really long time since he gave a blowjob - since the few random encounters at the Academy during a breakup period with Lori.
Pulling back, he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes looked down at Negan and his heart clenched a little in his chest. There were too many reasons he couldn't kill Negan. ]
Good to hear it. We got things to discuss tomorrow. [ Hesitating only a moment, he surged forward to kiss Negan roughly, losing himself just for a second in the oncoming heat. ]
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Rules had been broken. If Rick and the others did punish him, it was for breaking the rules of a moral world, a world that he had thought was over with, at least for now.
But they had killed his people first. That was what it came down to. If his folks had killed Rick's, he would have come after his people with just the same vitriol--and did. A war of retaliations, which nobody could ever win.
Like sex, really.
Negan stared up at Rick, watched him hungrily as he lifted off his cock, swallowing his come as he did. No point making a mess--obviously Rick thought so too. It didn't make it any less alluring when the man close on him, pressed those same lips that had just been wrapped around his dick straight against his mouth, and earned himself a chuckle from Negan into the kiss as a result. It was a dark, promising chuckle, amused with himself, amused with Rick.
He didn't have nothing to say, not when he had a mouthful of tongue, and he tipped his chin up so that he could get a better angle on Rick's mouth, lashing his own back against the attacking muscle, making eager work of it. He wanted Rick to come back. "Things to discuss". Yeah. That was one thing to call it. At least the kiss did a good job of silencing him for now, though. ]
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But he failed. He failed so often.
Negan, on the other hand, took a harsher approach and never seemed attached to many others around him. If they died, they died. But when it came to him, Negan appeared to have more investment, which drew him closer when it should have made him turn the other way and run.
Things were always a battle with them and in the end, Rick usually tipped things into his hand but now he wondered if Negan let him. If so -- why? The thoughts prickled along his mind as they kissed and why had he initiated something far more intimate? The other acts were easily written off as getting off and a mouth being a mouth but kissing.
Slowly, he pulled away, biting back the deep groan and the shiver scattering along his back from the sudden cold as he put distance between them. He needed a better hold on things and never allow for this to happen again.
Weakness could not be tolerated. ]
Was decent. [ A low murmur and a twitch of his lips as he looked down at Negan. Something inside of him ached but he ignored it and with sheer iron will he turned and walked to the entrance of the cell, stepping out and locking it behind him. The finality of it stuck a cord within him but he ignored it too. ]
Morgan will be by and I'll be stop by before I leave for a couple days. [ After his meeting with Simon, he needed to make a show of good faith but being there to begin the trading post and setting the ground rules for the new way the communities would run with one another. If he managed to not fall over in the process, of course. If he left now, he could sleep maybe an hour or two. ]
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The compliment was a whole other layer of confusing, but it wasn't like Negan wouldn't return it. It had been a damn good blow job.
He had to resist the urge to laugh, pulling himself back upward with genuine effort, ignoring the cuffs even though he could have returned them to his ankles. The fact of the matter was that he'd rather they were off, and he could always tell Morgan than Rick took mercy on him when he'd dropped in. He didn't have to mention the oral sex.
Still, his eyes crinkled minutely as Rick moved back to the other side of the bars, locking them. He winked at Rick. ]
He says, with the look of a man who's used to closing up again after monkey business in the cells.
[ He raked a hand back through his hair, and played Rick his most carefree smile, pulling his own protective walls back up. It was half hearted mockery. ]
Don't worry. I'll keep our dirty little secret. Get some sleep, Rick. You need it.
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Stumbling to his feet, he managed to make it to meet Simon and begin the negotiations. The man had a more shrewd attitude than Negan but he found it more surprising to see Sherry back after everything Dwight mentioned about the woman. Apparently, she went by Honey now and ran things with Simon, although, she seemed more in charge. Her attitude worried him far more than Negan's ever had.
And because of said attitude she demanded they leave right then and set things up or the deal would be off. So, rather than sleep again, he loaded up the vehicles and headed out.
It took longer than anticipated and when he managed to return to Alexandria, a week had nearly flown by. They ran into some difficulties, shown by the blood and dirt caked all over him and the various gashes scattered along his body. The walker hoard had been taken care of, at least, and all the communities agreed to the terms. They were all set up but Rick would need to keep an eye on things and it meant even less sleep than he already enjoyed.
Between the trading post, supply runs, running the community and keep everyone safe, Rick had very little time for anything else.
Starting towards his house, he paused and decided to go and check on Negan instead. It had been longer than a couple of days, after all, and he wanted to make sure the others hadn't mistreated him in his absence. It didn't really occur to him how extra terrible he looked. ]
Hey. [ The word was a soft greeting, Rick leaning against the bars. ] Simon showed up earlier than I thought and brought along somebody. Had to take care of things right then. Sherry is in charge now. She's goin' by Honey. Don't think she likes me much.