"Kid..." Negan laughed, breathlessly, pulling away from Carls hand. "You're kinda scaring me. The whole silent glare is really creeping me out." He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jacket and followed Carl down the rest of the hallway. "Okay, keep ignoring me. But... what are we doing here? Are you mad? Plan on killing me?" Negan fake gasped. "Gonna show me your first victim?"
"Do you know how to shut up?" Carl asked, stepping in front of Negans bedroom door. He opened the door and walked inside, walking towards the curtains. He pulled each one back, revealing the soft pink and orange sunset that glowed outside. Shadows filled the walls and danced across the floors. "Just come inside. I'm not killing you. If I planned on it, I would've lured you in better and made sure you were comfortable and unsuspecting."
Negan stepped into the room, looking around. "Thanks for the warning. I'll know what to look out for when I piss you off." He winked, walking towards Carl, he wrapped his arms around Carls waist and kissed his neck, swaying to the song he was humming. "But if you aren't murdering me... why are we in here? Why are you keeping secrets?"
Carl pushed Negans arms away and stepped away from him. "Go sit in the chair." Carl ordered, crossing his arms over his chest. "And take your jacket off." Carl watched Negan as he pulled his jacket off and sat down in the wooden chair that sat a few feet from the bed. "Good."
"You're cute when you're dominant." Negan laughed. "Want me to call you daddy next? What about sir?" He leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees. "You gonna tell me to get on my knees, too?"
"Shut up." Carl walked past the chair, going to the dresser and picking up a tie that laid across it. "I'm not going to hurt you. Just... trust me on this." He walked back to Negan, standing behind him as he tied the worn cloth around his head, covering up Negans eyes. "You can trust me. When have I ever betrayed you."
"Well, you did sneak into my home and try to kill me." Negan relaxed against the chair. "But I know that you wouldn't kill me now. I fuck you too good." He tilted his head back, brushing the top of his head against Carls chest. "But what are we doing? You gonna ride me or some shit?"
"No." Carl took a few steps back and shrugged off his flannel, pulling his shirt off next. "But you'll like it. I heard you talking about it to some guys." Carl wasn't really sure if he was going to like it. He just hoped he would. And if he didn't that he would bite his tongue and lie through his teeth and tell Carl that he loved it.
Carl stripped off the rest of his clothes, leaving on his boxers. He picked up Negans jacket off of the floor and pulled it on, taking a deep breath. The jacket smelled of leather and metal and a little bit of Negans cologne. It was hot on the inside, sticking against Carl as he tried to move around in it. Carl took a deep breath and climbed into Negans lap, wincing when the chair swayed and groaned underneath their combined weight.
With shaking fingers, Carl untied the cloth and let it fall to the floor. Negans eyes slowly blinked open, widening when they landed on Carls face. Negan leaned up and kissed Carl, softly, smiling. He wrapped his arms around his waist, looking at the rest of his body. He greedily touched Carl, sliding his hands across his legs and grabbing at his thighs as if he couldn't get enough. Carl only swallowed.
"This for me, baby?" Negan looked up at him. "You gonna be a good boy and let me fuck you like this? While you wear my jacket?" Negans hand slid across Carls stomach, knuckles grazing across the front of Carls boxers. Carl was already hard and he couldn't help but buck his hips when Negan touched him. "God... I will never get used to how sensitive you are."
Negan bit his lip and hooked his fingers in the waistband of Carls boxers. He tugged them down, Carls hip bone sticking out. "God... you are so beautiful..." he whispered, rubbing his thumb along his hip bone. "And you are all mine. Why don't we get that jacket off if you?" He reached up and grabbed each side of the leather jacket, sliding it doen Carls shoulders.
