Carl woke up early, he always did. It was Ricks fault. When he was younger his father would always take him out on these early morning walks. He would do it every Saturday and Sunday, right before church. His dad always said it was because he was busy and he wanted to spend some time with Carl since he worked long hours during the week. When Carl was younger he loved them, he would climb into his dad's bed and jump all around, screaming for his dad to wake up. But now, there were no walks. Rick was busy and that's just how it was. Carl missed them, if he was being honest. He was too afraid to ask his dad if he misses those walks too.
It was seven in the morning when Carl finally climbed out of bed. He grabbed a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, staring down at them. Negan was still asleep in the living room. He set the clothes down and walked to the bathroom. After he closed and locked the door, Carl pulled his shirt and shorts off, along with his boxers. He piled up the clothes in the corner and looked at himself in the mirror. Tall. Long limbs. Long hair. Innocent looking blue eyes. He was everything any older man could dream of.
Carl stretched his arms above his head and walked to the shower, turning it on. Part of him debated on calling Negan up. Telling him that the shower wasn't working and luring him into the bathroom. Wrapping his arms around Negans waist and pressing his naked body up against Negans clothed one. Kissing him. Grinding on him. Begging for him to bend him over the counter and fuck him. Carl decided against it, though, considering part of the fun was the tease. Watching the man slowly give in. That's what made it exciting.
Carl slipped into the shower, sighing when the water washed over him. It was hot, not too hot, but just hot enough for it to burn a little bit. He washed his hair first, running his fingers through it, pulling apart the knots. His mom always said it was bad to do that, that he needed to just use a brush, but Carl barely cared about what she had to say. Next Carl shaved. Boys at school made fun of him for it, but the teachers he saw after class praised him for it. Younger boys were always too immature for Carl. He liked men.
Getting out of the shower was calming. The house was still silent. No fighting from his parents. No complaining. Nothing slamming. Carl wrapped a towel around himself and climbed onto the counter, plugging in the blow dryer. He blow dried his hair, brushing it out with his fingers. Maybe getting a hairbrush wouldn't be so bad. He could always use it for something else. Carl blushed at the idea. That's another thing men liked. How shy and flustered Carl could get. How their little slut would still blush every time they told him he was a good boy.
Carl climbed off of the counter and wiped away the steam, smiling. His hair was laying flat, minus a few waves, and his chest still had little dots of water littered across it. His moles stood out in his skin, which was something he always hated. Although a lot of people he had got with said they were hot. They liked to kiss all of them while they stripped Carls clothes off. Tell him how pretty he is. That's the reason Carl was going downstairs shirtless, with only a loosely hanging towel covering himself. He wanted Negan to see all of his moles and want to kiss them. Carl shivered at the idea of Negan laying him out and kissing each one, the scruff of his beard scratching Carls milky skin.
Carl unlocked the door and shivered when he stepped out of the bathroom. He walked down the hall to the thermostat and turned it down, smiling when the heat came on. He turned back around and made his way down stairs, biting his lip when he saw Negan.
Negan was laying flat on the couch, jeans bunched up on the floor. His boxers were black and Carl could swear he saw the outline of Negans half hard dick through them. His legs were spread, one leg flung up over the arm rest of the couch, the other planted firmly on the ground. One arm covered his stomach while the other arm covered his face. His shirt was pushed up to his chest, his happy trail standing out against tan skin. Carl wanted to kiss over it the same way the men kissed over his moles.
