Savior

The Past

Later that night, Rick and Negan were laying in bed watching tv. As Negan started to get tired, he decided to take off his clothes, besides his underwear - which reminded Rick he had one last present for Negan. He rose from the bed and walked over to the dresser, opening a drawer and pulling out a black bag.

Negan gave him an odd look, but didn't speak as Rick disappeared into the bathroom. He heard cloth being dragged across skin as he stood close to the bathroom door, trying to figure out what Rick was doing. He then heard deep, frustrated sighs coming from Rick. What the fuck is he putting on?

After a minute of waiting, Negan went back to bed, placing himself on top of the blankets and resting his head against the headboard - waiting for Rick.

He heard a few more grunts, and it almost sounded like Rick had tripped. Negan couldn't help but chuckle to himself, imagining what Rick was doing.

Finally, Rick came out of the bathroom, wearing something that Negan would have never expected from Rick - the seemingly innocent cop.

Negan began laughing loudly, causing Rick's face to turn red from embarrassment. Do I really look that stupid? He stood there, face blank with worry.

As Negan came down from his laugher, he sighed deeply. "Oh my god" He panted, catching his breath back slowly. Rick was afraid to even move, so he stood still. "Why are you laughing? Do you not like it?" Rick asked somewhat sternly, tilting his head. He really thought Negan would enjoy it, but maybe he was wrong after all.

Negan frowned, "No, Rick, I love it. I just never expected you to wear something like that, considering you're so..." he paused, unsure of the right word to say, "so uh - I don't fucking know. Closeted, from that shit, is that the right word?" Negan couldn't help but let a few more soft chuckles escape his lips - Rick looked beyond innocent just standing there so shyly.

"Well, yeah, I guess. I don't even know what the hell this thing is called." He admitted bluntly, sprouting a small smirk. He walked a few steps closer to the bed, which made Negan sit himself at the edge of the bed, legs hanging off of it.

He laughed again, unable to hold it back anymore. "Rick," he sighed, "it's called a jockstrap - you would really think a gay guy would know this shit." He teased, standing up and walking towards Rick, looking him up and down as he licked his lips. Rick smirked even wider.

"Yeah, yeah. So funny Negan. I got you one too." He sighed, quickly walking into the bathroom to grab it, then tossed it to Negan.

"Pink?" He smiled teasingly, "you really are gay" he chuckled, wrapping his arms around Rick's waist gently, pulling him in a bit closer.

"I've never seen you in pink, thought why not." Rick said softly, offering a warm smile as he caressed Negan's cheek. He gave him a quick kiss before Negan pulled back - stripping from his underwear.

Rick looked down, holding back a laugh as Negan maneuvered through the straps, adjusting himself behind the small piece of cloth. Rick could feel himself get a bit hard as he watched Negan handle himself, something about it was extremely attractive.

"How do I look?" Negan beamed knowingly, filled with confidence for once. Rick eyed him up and down, moving his hands along his waist.

"Fucking beautiful" He smiled, cheeks stinging as he couldn't break the smile off his face - he was even blushing. Before Negan got the chance to respond, Rick was gently pushing him on the bed, making his way onto Negan's lap - straddling him. Their lips met gently for a slow, passionate kiss. Negan's hands crept down Rick's back, all the way to his ass. He squeezed him softly, a finger brushing against Rick's entrance - but not purposely.