50 Shades of Dead

Chapter 3

"Oh daddy!" Carl yelled breathlessly. He buried his face in the mattress and gripped the sheets tightly. Negan bit at his neck and shoulders as he pounded into him. Carl was putty in his hands.

"You're so perfect, baby boy," Negan grunted.

"Can I come, daddy?"

"Hold it for me, baby."

Carl bit his lip, shaking with the effort of holding back. It felt so good, he wanted to let go and be swept away in ecstasy. But what daddy said, baby boy did.

"D-daddy," Carl moaned.

"Come for me, baby," Negan said, finally relenting. He came shortly after Carl.

"Whose ass is this?" He asked as he rolled off of Carl and grabbed a handful of his ass.

"Yours, daddy," Carl smiled. He leaned forward, chancing a kiss to Negan's cheek. He relished the feel of his stubble against his lips.

To his great surprise, Negan actually scooped him up into his arms and kissed him passionately. He gasped and his eyes widened; Negan had never kissed him, never really showed any compassion. Carl was beginning to think he was just a sex toy, which he didn't really mind, but he did want something more. He closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss, allowing Negan to take over.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Negan said, breaking the kiss and climbing out of bed. He took Carl by the wrist and led him to the bathroom. He started the shower and they climbed in together.

Negan lathered a wash cloth up with soap and began to wash Carl. Carl felt his cheeks heat up and couldn't help but let a giddy giggle escape his lips. His cheeks burned even hotter; never in his life did he think that he would giggle.

"What?" Negan smirked, looking down at Carl as he scrubbed his chest.

"Why are you doing this?" Carl asked. He couldn't look away from his toes.

"What, taking care of you?"

"Yeah... I thought I was just another one of your play things.." Carl mumbled, embarrassed to voice that he actually cared about what Negan thought of him.

"You know, that's how it started," Negan said. "But, you.. you're special Carl. I want to take care of you. When I'm with you, I don't have to be the tough guy. I can be myself. You make me better."

Carl blushed, looking up into Negan's eyes. He had come to love those eyes. Suddenly, he thought, what would his dad think if he knew that he was in love with the man who had murdered two of their own. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat and resolved to let the past stay in the past. He didn't want to think about it, about his dad, his sister.. Enid.

All he needed was Negan.

Carl stood on his tip toes and kissed Negan on the lips, wrapping his arms around his neck. He took the wash cloth from him and began to return the favor. Negan chuckled when Carl scrubbed at his sides.

They dried each other off and dressed each other, being purposely excessive. Not long after, it was time for Negan to leave. He had to make his rounds, keep everyone in check... spend time with his wives.

Carl couldn't help but feel jealous at the thought of Negan touching someone else the way he touched him. He wanted Negan all to himself.

"See you soon, baby boy."

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terribly sorry for terrible writing xD