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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Walking_Dead_(TV), Walking_Dead, Walking_Dead_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Carl/Patrick
  Character:
      Carl_Grimes, Patrick
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Kissing, Underage_Sex, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Nipple_Play,
      Underage_Masturbation, Mutual_Masturbation, Come_Eating, Rimming, Anal
      Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-21 Completed: 2014-03-29 Chapters: 14/14 Words: 55767
****** Fooling Around ******
by BustersJezebel
Summary
     Carl and Patrick fooling around. Both POV's. Obviously season four
     but we're going to pretend that Patrick shaking Daryl's hand did NOT
     take place on the same day he came down with the virus and died.
     Let's give them a little time to fool around shall we? And I've tried
     to make Patrick a tad more contemporary than Carl.
     1. Being due to the slight age difference
     2. Because Carl for most of his time during the apocalypse has been
     around adults entirely so would have less of a memory for peer slang.
     Plus which he's never used it in the comics nor the TV show. And if
     you don't like that, well this is fiction, so pretend.
Notes
     A/N – Okay, I've had a few requests that I write Carl and Patrick
     through my Walking Dead Hook-Up's story. As I'm not taking on anymore
     requests for that, this is a separate story. I must admit my third
     eye stood up on its stalk and said 'please accept' after a couple of
     requests. So after I did some thinking and debating to which my third
     eye told me in no uncertain terms I had already gone through two
     stories with an underage character doing explicit stuff, not to
     mention an adult's obsession with an underage girl. Therefore I had
     well and truly already 'done' underage storylines that were sexual in
     nature. Ergo, yes I could do Carl/Patrick. Special thanks must go to
     Hunter Ark who responded back saying they'd 'smashed all the tables
     within a five-mile radius' at my first nay to their request. It is
     because of them a nay became a yea. Extra special thanks to my third
     eye for saying 'just freaking do it already, don't be such a pussy'
     and to Peachylana who often tells me she likes how I push characters
     and don't hold back.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
WARNING – UNDERAGE SEXUAL SITUATIONS OCCUR – SLASH. If you know me, you know my
 smut is explicit. If you don't and you're already getting the heebie jeebies
                then I kindly suggest you take a hike right now
===============================================================================
OMG, he'd just shook Daryl Dixon's hand. Oh shit. Patrick finds himself shaking
as he awkwardly turns the meat with his left hand, his right is still tingling
from touching Daryl Dixon's hand. He grins to himself gleefully. With his next
breath however its business as usual.
"Stupid, why would he want someone like you? He can have anyone. And you're way
too young, not even legal, get over your freaking man crush already Pat." It is
not until a voice speaks beside him that he realises he'd been doing what he
has a stupid shitty habit of doing. Talking to himself out loud.
"What's a man-crush?" It's Carl. His other crush. Which was stupid because as
far as he knew Carl didn't even like guys. Though neither did Daryl; he was one
hundred percent certain of that. But Daryl was like Unobtanium, completely
beyond Patrick's sphere of possibility. Carl? Well Carl was different. With
Carl he could dream, with Carl he had hope.
Shaking his head Patrick looks over and slightly down at Carl. Unlike Carl his
growth spurt has well and truly hit and his voice broken. Carl's is still in
that in-between stage where sometimes it's his boy voice and sometimes it's his
man voice. Patrick liked his man voice. He'd never registered Carl until his
voice had started breaking, and then. Oh heck. "Down boy." He mutters to
himself.
"Huh?" Carl is even more puzzled now. And that was the other thing, did he not
know any of these expressions? Patrick was puzzled. Before the infection had
hit, he was a geeky guy, attached to his computer and games, indoor stuff. Carl
hadn't been into computers at all but he should still know certain expressions
and stuff. Patrick was honestly puzzled about how Carl didn't know some stuff,
he should know more than Patrick to be honest. But it was just the opposite.
"Patrick?" Carl questions him again.
"Sorry man, heat's getting to me I guess. I'm just minding this for Carol while
she shows Daryl something, wanna go for a walk, toss a ball around when she
gets back?" He questions hoping this will distract Carl from his man crush
question. Neither of them like to play football – Carl had said he'd loved
baseball - especially but it gets them away from the adults which they both
appreciate.
"Yeah sure, I'll be over behind…" Patrick nods and says he'll catch up with
Carl which he will. He doesn't see Carl take several steps away and turn back
to look at him before shaking his head and moving off.
                                  ##########
Carl goes to see his father and they do their work together. He mentions
hanging around with Patrick later knowing his dad won't mind, he's just letting
him know where he'll be. He wasn't stupid, he'd heard Patrick when he was
talking to himself, mostly he was a riot as he did it without even realising.
The stuff that came out of his mouth was hilarious a lot of the time. But Carl
knew he'd been trying to deflect him so he tucked his question away for the
right time. He'd ask someone else if they….he's distracted from his musings by
the whistle. He looks over at his Dad and they grin and jog to the gate. His
dad opens it as Michonne canters through on her mare. She drops from the saddle
like a dark wraith and as always she has M&M's for him and, "Yes!" Carl
exclaims at the stash of comics she grabs from her saddle bags.
He nearly hugs her before he remembers himself, settling instead for punching
her arm lightly. He's the only one she lets touch her as far as he knows. She
puts an arm around his shoulders as Rick goes back to his crops and they walk
to the stable together, him hugging the comics and her leading the mare with
her other arm draped around his shoulders.
"Got a question." Carl says. Michonne had told him some months ago to never ask
if he could ask a question, just to say he had one to ask. Carl did just about
everything Michonne said and this was no exception. She'd also told him she'd
always answer whatever he asked her but to be careful of where he asked her for
when others might hear their frank conversations.
"Shoot." At the stable Michonne unsaddles the mare as Carl gets the combs to
brush the mare down.
"What's a 'man crush'?" He removes the bridle and puts on the halter as he
starts to groom the horse and Michonne puts the saddle on the horizontal pole
set up under the lean-to where they stored stuff.
"A man crush is when one guy wants to be around or like another guy, kind of
that they admire them, want to be like them, emulate them. Know what emulate
means?" Carl nods and Michonne smiles back. "So tell me, who has a man crush on
who?" She wipes down the saddle as Carl grooms her mare.
"Pinky?" Carl asks her with a smile.
"Of course." Michonne smiles back and Carl just grins at her for a second.
"I heard Patrick say it this morning. He'd been talking to Daryl and he said
something like 'get over your stupid man crush' but he also said something
about not even being legal, what'd he mean by that?" Carl looks over at
Michonne as she stops moving and looks back.
She doesn't hesitate in being honest with Carl, she trusts him implicitly and
if he doesn't understand what she says he tells her. "Means that he has a
regular crush as well I'd say, how old is Patrick anyway?" Michonne asks, she
wonders if she should mention it to Daryl but decides with a smile that Redneck
can handle himself. Though it might be worth staying around for a while to see
what developed.
"Fifteen. Oh, like Beth has a crush on Dad?" Carl's voice is innocent but his
dancing eyes tell Michonne otherwise.
"Yeah runt, like that." They look at each other before they burst into
laughter. "Or like you used to have a crush on Maggie." Michonne loves to tease
him. Carl flushes and answers without thought.
"Wasn't Maggie." Michonne stops and stares at Carl. He doesn't notice her
stillness or see the dawning realisation in her eyes. And she has schooled the
uncharacteristic emotion from her face by the time he turns back to face her.
"Yeah, who was it then?" Michonne knows full well who it was now but Carl would
think it weird if she didn't ask.
"No one." Carl answers without looking at her. Michonne laughs quietly.
"It's a long lonely road sometimes, but as long as I'm alive I'll be here for
you." Carl frowns at her.
"What do you mean?" Michonne shrugs.
"Just that if you want to or need to talk about…crushes or something I'm here
for you." She tosses the rag down and looks over to where Carl is putting the
grooming tools away. "Let's get some lunch, didn't you say you had a date this
afternoon?" She watches without surprise as Carl flushes again before lowering
his head and letting his long hair cover his face.
"No, me and Patrick are just gonna hang out a bit, you should hang out with
Daryl." Michonne narrows her eyes at Carl as he looks innocently back up at her
and continues on "Or Dad." Just as she's about to swat him he takes off leaving
her in the dust. She can see he's just starting to shoot up and wonders how
tall he'll end up. Rick is not short and she'd heard that Lori had been the
same height as Rick so Carl had tall genes on both sides of his family.
Carl laughs back at Michonne as she meanders after him. Unless it was life or
death he has never seen her run, her exercises are all cardio-related but don't
involve running. A part of his brain also knows she does it deliberately,
forcing people to wait for her and because she looks good when she walks slow.
All long and lean, she has Daryl and his Dad watching her every time she walks
anywhere. As she comes abreast of him again he falls in beside her.
He grins when she swats him. He'd been waiting for her to. "Daryl or your Dad
huh? Maybe I should hang out with both of them, think I'd like that." Carl's
jaw drops at her frank conversation, she was usually frank with him, but this
was beyond anything she'd ever said to him before.
"Can you do that?" He asked knowing full well she was talking about having sex
with both of them at the same time.
"Oh yeah, if it's done right it rocks your world." Michonne turns to him and
wiggles her eyebrows and Carl just stares at her as his brain tries to work it
out.
"So, what? Do they take turns?" Michonne shakes her head and just smiles at
him. They both nod to Glenn though for once Carl doesn't linger for which
Michonne is grateful.
"I don't get it." Carl is confused, there is no way Michonne can have sex with
both of them at the same time. Is there?
"Put your thinking cap on, maybe ask Patrick." Michonne answers with a wicked
smile as they walk inside. "If he can't help and you can't figure it out by
tonight, I'll explain it to you. But," She pauses to look at him. "You're smart
runt, I'm betting you'll work it out." With that she slings her arm around his
shoulders and they head in to have some lunch.
As his dad is at lunch too their conversation doesn't continue, they talk
instead about comics and still being able to find chocolate and Michonne
mentions having found some more horses as well that they could potentially
catch. Carl watches her and his dad. Michonne makes him smile, the only other
person who manages to really do that these days is Daryl. Carl's eyes narrow as
he watches them.
With his brain starting to work out what Michonne had said to him slowly he
finishes his lunch and heads off to where he and Patrick usually hang out. He
gets there first and grabs the football but then just sits down. He knows about
sex. His parents had given him the talk at the farm when he was recovering from
his bullet wound.
But this was confusing. He ponders as he tosses the ball from hand to hand and
it isn't until a shadow falls over him that he realises Patrick has arrived.
"Hey." Carl tosses him the ball.
"Hey man, what's up?" Patrick looks at him quizzically.
Carl shakes his head. "Later, wanna play or something?" He frowns a little at
Patrick's smile, did he always smile like that? Like he had a secret he was
keeping?
"Yeah, I could play." Carl is sure he hears Patrick add on 'with something'
after that and suddenly he feels breathless. They play as they usually do, not
tackling each other, just touching and then the ball changes hands. Carl's
heart always beats faster when Patrick touches him. He's never questioned it,
never felt weird but today because sex is on his mind and sex involves
touching, he notices it. He's also never questioned the fact that he likes
Patrick's touch before today but Michonne has made him aware of it now.
Suddenly he's tackled to the ground with Patrick rolling him so Carl was lying
on his back looking up at Patrick's amused face, the sun glints off his
glasses.
"Shit, Patrick." Carl complains feeling a rock digging into his backside. "That
hurt."
Patrick laughs. "You were away with the fairies man, what's going on?" He
kneels up and then moves to the side, sitting beside Carl who stays laying on
his back in the grass.
"Michonne confused me." Carl says without explaining anything further.
Patrick looks down at him. "She confuses the shit out of me, I don't know how
you talk to her. What did she say?"
"How do you have sex with two people at the same time?" Carl asks. Patrick
happened to be looking down at him and Carl saw the shock move over his face.
"What?" Carl asks.
Shaking his head Patrick looks away and raises his legs, winding his arms
around them as he shifts slightly. "What kind of question is that?" He asks
Carl without looking further at him.
"Well, I was joking with her about Dad and Daryl and she said maybe she should
do them together and I don't know how that would work, she said they wouldn't
take turns." Patrick is looking at him again, eyes wide behind his glasses.
"She said that to you? I mean that she'd have sex with your Dad and Daryl at
the same time?"
Carl nods. "Yeah, but I still don't get it, do you?" Patrick looks away and
shifts again. Carl is feeling breathless, not to mention awkward asking Patrick
this but he can't figure it out. Besides Michonne had told him to ask Patrick.
"There are a couple of ways that I know of yeah." Patrick finally answers,
still not looking at him. Carl puts a hand out, touching Patrick lightly on the
back. He feels him jump and his skin twitch, but he doesn't move away. So Carl
leaves his hand there as he waits for Patrick to answer. He likes touching
Patrick back.
"Okay," Patrick turns around looking down at Carl. "Regular sex and a blow job,
so Michonne has sex with say, your Dad and she blows Daryl at the same time.
Follow me?" Carl frowns trying to remember what Patrick meant by a blow job. He
hadn't heard the expression.
"No, sorry. What's a blow job?" He asks Patrick.
"Dude, seriously? How can you not know what a freaking blow job is?" Patrick
sounds exasperated. Before Cal can say anything he explains. "It's when someone
sucks a guy off."
Something is teasing at Carl's brain but he still doesn't grasp what Patrick is
saying. "Suck's what off and if they're sucking, why is it called a blow job
anyway?"
"Oh, uh. Geez!" Patrick finally moves, throwing his arms up in the air and
falling back so he's lying beside Carl in the tall grass now. Carl hadn't moved
his hand fast enough so now it was stuck half under Patrick's hip and thigh. He
tried to wriggle his fingers but without making a big deal out of it, but he
couldn't move. So ignoring his heartbeat speeding up Carl looks back over at
Patrick.
"What? I can't understand if you don't explain stuff right you know." He says
beginning to get irritated at Patrick in turn.
"Shit, have your, I mean did your Dad tell you about sex at all?" Patrick looks
over at Carl, his face is flushed but Carl's feels hot too so he doesn't take
it to mean anything.
"Yes! I already told you this." He is truly irritated now at Patrick, Michonne
for suggesting he discuss it with Patrick and himself for bringing it all up in
the first place.
"But when he talked about it did he talk about positions and shit?" Patrick's
voice is even more breathless now, he wriggles around on his back and in the
process Carl's hand is now crushed under his butt cheek. Carl feels like
wriggling around himself.
"Positions of what? Sex?" Patrick nods over at him, eyes wide behind his
glasses. Carl frowns as he sees Patrick's eyes are dilated as well. "Uh, no. He
never talked about anything beyond intercourse and pregnancy. Why?" Carl is
less irritated now Patrick seems to have calmed down.
Looking over at Carl, Patrick nearly comes in his pants. Carl's face is
flushed, colour high on his cheeks, making his freckles stand out even more.
And his hair is damp and clinging to his face and neck. Patrick wants to kiss
Carl in the worst way. But he can't, he knows that. But his dick doesn't. His
dick is jumping happily up and down – well up and up really – at the discussion
on blow jobs.
"Okay," Patrick pushes his hands out in front of himself, like wiping the slate
clean. "From the beginning for the mentally retarded," He is cut-off by Carl
wrenching his hand out from under his butt, and that had been kind of nice,
especially when he'd wriggled on it and Carl's fingers had flexed. Then Carl's
up and leaning over him, his body is actually touching Patrick's. His chest on
Patrick's chest and Carl's left hand is holding Patrick's right on flat on the
ground on the other side of his body.
Carl's own body is holding Patrick's left hand hostage. "I'm not stupid, just
because I don't know some shit doesn't mean I'm stupid. You take your 'know it
all' attitude and shove it Pat." Carl pushes off him too far gone in his sudden
anger to understand Patrick's groan as he uses his body as a springboard to
push himself up.
He is off the ground and walking away when Patrick calls out to him. Carl
ignores him and keeps walking. He is surprised by how far from any of the
buildings they'd wandered in their game. He hears Patrick coming behind him but
ignores his calls. Then he hears Patrick jogging up behind him but still
ignores him until suddenly he is tackled to the ground.
===============================================================================
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter picks up immediately after chapter one finishes with no
     gap.
"You want to know positions huh?" Patrick's voice is breathless. "You want to
know about blow jobs, and how a woman fucks two men at the same time? Well
retard, I'll tell you." Patrick suddenly pushes down on Carl's hips. He'd been
sitting on Carl's thighs, straddling him with Carl's hands pulled behind his
back,
But he moves so his legs are between Carl's and then they spread, pushing
Carl's out in the process. "Pat what are you doing? Let me go!" Carl is
pinioned, he can't move at all. Patrick has him completely immobilised. Carl
doesn't feel fear but he's not comfortable either. Patrick looked like a dweeb
but he was far from it. Under his geeky clothes he had wiry muscles from months
of being on the run with the group he'd been found with.
"Or what Carl, you gonna go run to Daddy? Tell him I was just showing you
something Michonne talked about with you?" Patrick's voice is sarcastic. And
then he's pulled back a little and his hand cups Carl's backside, his fingers
digging between his legs. Carl feels them brush him intimately and to his shame
he reacts.
"No, Pat, no." His voice is a whisper as he feels Patrick's fingers dig into
him, feeling his reaction, exploring it. And then his fingers pull back though
he makes no further move away.
"Sexual position 101 dude," Patrick's voice is husky though Carl doesn't know
why. "This here." Patrick's fingers now brush against Carl's anal entrance,
"Well it's used for screwing as well as shitting. So Michonne can screw two
dicks at the same time if she wants your Dad and Daryl together. It's called
double penetration. Or DP." And then Patrick lets go of Carl's wrists and Carl
feels him move away.
Carl brings his arms forward and pushes up on his elbows looking around to see
where Patrick was, He was lying about six feet away, on his back with his legs
spread and his hands, Carl swallows as he watches. Patrick is touching his
dick, through his clothes. His eyes are closed and his mouth is open. Carl
unconsciously pushes his hips down toward the ground, seeking friction himself.
Anger is forgotten as Carl loses his breath watching Patrick fondle himself. He
wants to move closer but knows that will most likely break the spell they're
under at the moment.
"You like watching?" Patrick asks, he's not looking at Carl as he slips a hand
under his cargos.
"Watching what?" Carl is clueless again.
Patrick sighs. "Watching what I'm doing, haven't you watched other's do it,
when you've been on the road and shit?" Carl looks up at Patrick's face, he is
flushed and sweating and his eyes are huge behind his glasses as he looks at
Carl now.
"Uh, no. I never watched, I mean I never actually saw anything. I mean, I've
seen people kissing and moving around under blankets and stuff and heard
noises, but I've never really seen anything you know?" Carl says as he drops
his eyes again to watch Patrick's hand inside his pants.
"Okay, weird. I saw all kinds of shit, not to mention what I looked up online
when the internet still existed." Patrick brings his hand out of his cargo's
and Carl see's liquid on it.
"You piss yourself or something?" He jerks his head at Patrick's hand.
Patrick laughs as he licks it off. "No, guess that answers a question I was
gonna ask, its pre-come. You leak it prior to orgasm." Patrick sits up, Carl
can see a bulge in his pants that would mirror his own if he sat up. He's
gotten an erection before but nothing else. Certainly not the ejaculation his
father mentioned that caused pregnancy.
"That I know." Carl answers. Patrick nods.
"Blow job is when someone sucks a guy's penis until he orgasms. And if they're
good, they swallow the come. 'S where the expression 'do you spit or do you
swallow?' comes from." Patrick puts his palm on his dick again, he's past
caring that Carl is watching him. "Understand that?" He looks over at Carl to
see he is watching his hand on his dick. He hasn't moved off his stomach but
Patrick suddenly realises he's flexing his arse muscles slightly, he's
thrusting into the ground.
It's the tiniest of tiny movements, but he's doing it. Patrick's hand that had
touched Carl just before tingles as he remembers the reaction he'd felt. Carl
had gotten a hard on. And, "This is called an erection, or a hard on. Your dick
gets hard when you're aroused and when you come it goes soft again. Know what
aroused means?" Carl nods and Patrick nods in return.
"I take if from what you just said, you've never come?" Carl shakes his head.
"No, I get hard sometimes but that's all." He frowns. "It happens every morning
but at other times as well. Weird times."
Patrick laughs lightly. "That's kind of normal. Men are supposed to think of
sex or something to do with sex hundreds of times a day. What bad times to you
get hard?" He's curious.
Looking away Carl doesn't answer. Patrick sighs. And he stops touching himself
and rolls closer. "It's normal, especially for guys our age dude."
Carl looks back at Patrick and Patrick's softening dick jerks in his pants at
Carl's eyes flashing at him from under his lashes. Shit he was so done for.
Because the way Carl was looking at him was just giving him ideas. Ideas he had
no business thinking.
"So," Patrick continues, "Have you ever kissed anyone yourself then?"
Carl gapes at him, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Like a girl or
whatever?" Patrick's heart skips a beat at the 'whatever' remark.
"Uh yeah, a girl or a dude." He hesitates before saying dude, wonders if Carl
is going to take off again on him. But he surprises him by moving closer.
Rolling, sitting up and scooting forward.
"No, I mean I've wanted to but…no." He sits back down, cross-legged now and
looks evenly at Patrick like he's trying to impart knowledge without saying
anything.
"Yeah, cool. Who? Someone here?" Carl blushes and Patrick's dick returns to
full mast. "Oh man, you're blushing, that means it is someone here. Don't be
such a wuss, tell me." Patrick's voice has humour but no sarcasm this time. He
genuinely wants to know if Carl mentions a female or a guy. He hopes like hell
it's a guy.
"No. Not that, but…" Carl trails off and looks at Patrick through his lashes
again. Patrick is creaming now, his heart beating heavily in his chest.
"But what man?" He asks breathlessly, he sees Carl's hands tighten on his
knees.
"I want a kiss, to know what it's like you know? Would you kiss me Pat?" Carl's
question is asked in a whisper as Patrick gapes at him. In his wildest dreams
he never imagined he'd be asked to be someone's first kiss, let alone now and
let alone Carl's.
"Dude, if I kiss you I'm gonna come in my pants." Patrick says honestly. He
watches with a grin as Carl flushes beet red this time and Patrick lays back
down chortling. "I think-" He's cut off by Carl moving quick as a snake,
lurching forward and laying his lips across his.
Patrick stills as he feels the softness of Carl's lips for the first time. His
cock jerks once and explodes in his pants as he pants under Carl's sloppy kiss.
At his groan Carl pulls away quickly.
"What? What did I do wrong? Shit, I knew I'd suck." Carl rolls to his feet and
is off back toward the prison before Patrick can even recover enough to sit up.
He lies there feeling his come inside his underwear and trousers. He's getting
sticky.
"You didn't do anything freaking wrong! Freaking surprised me is all dude!"
Patrick yells at Carl's retreating back. As he expects Carl doesn't even slow
down, never mind glance back at him. In fact he speeds up, starting to jog.
Sighing Patrick sits up and stands, walking back to the buildings himself he
pulls at his jeans. When he's back inside he grabs a change of clothes and
heads to the showers.
                                  ##########
At dinner that evening Carl is silent, he's trying not to think of what he'd
done to Patrick. Patrick had groaned at him for Pete's sake. That couldn't be
good. Carl doesn't remember Patrick saying if he'd kissed him he'd come in his
pants. He ignores Patrick who actually doesn't try to approach or talk to him
either. When Michonne speaks to him he tells her he'd figured it out and says
no more.
But Carl watches her with his father and Daryl. He knew it wasn't right but it
was the only way he'd figure stuff out. Like Pat said the internet didn't exist
anymore and something told Carl that he couldn't just walk up to someone and
ask them about sexual positions and how someone actually gave a blow job. It
was time for him to put his stealth on and do some spying. Patrick said he'd
seen shit, well that shit had to still be happening, he just had to look for
it. Quietly.
And so Carl begins to watch. He sees kisses, hugs and even some groping but no
sex. He thinks it's because most everyone has their own room now, even he does
for which he's grateful. Waking one morning with his usual hard on Carl stays
lying down waiting for it to abate. He thinks of Patrick touching himself a few
days ago and his dick twitches in his underwear.
Patrick had touched his own penis, pushing his hands under his trousers and
underwear, he'd tasted his own pre-come like it was no big deal. Could he do
that? Carl is fearful someone will walk in on him. No one in his original group
knocks on his door he thinks resentfully. Carl looks around the room before
looking up.
He didn't sleep on the top bunk but the top bunk would keep him a bit out of
whoever's eye sight, unless they stood right up close. Before he can second
guess himself Carl swings unsteadily out of bed and climbs up onto the top
bunk. The mattress is scratchy against his bare back but it he ignores it as he
lies back down, facing the back wall now, his head closest to the door.
Lying there Carl is suddenly nervous. He's never even tried to touch himself
like this before. But Patrick had done it with ease. Surely it couldn't be that
hard? Resting both hands palm down, flat on his stomach Carl just breathes for
a while. Then slowly he glides them down over his hip bones and to his dick.
He's started growing hair on his groin, but it's just dark brown fuzz now,
nothing like the full thatch of curls that his father has, or the light brown
straight hair that Daryl has. Or Glenn's beautiful black forest that Carl's
always wanted to touch.
And just as he thinks of Glenn's pubic hair Carl's dick jumps and his left hand
grasps his shaft. Carl's back arches on a soft cry as he grabs himself tighter.
He feels his testicles draw up and he has jerked his dick roughly twice, not
even knowing he'd done it, muscle memory or genetics taking over.
The orgasm, Carl's first orgasm hits like a freight train. What the hell was
that? He lies there on the bunk with spunky shit on his stomach and his heart
nearly beating out of his chest. He can feel his body drying clammy from the
sweat he'd suddenly sprouted without even realising.
After several minutes Carl feels his heartbeat return to normal. His left hand
is still grasping his dick and he can feel it starting to harden again in his
hand. So he lets it go. Raising his head he can see his come on his stomach.
His ejaculate, his semen, it was what made babies. Patrick had eaten his pre-
come, could you eat your come as well?
Only one way to find out. Carl swipes his right index finger through the come,
there wasn't that much really. It is a milky colour and smells a bit funky but
he licks it off his finger. It tasted like salt and tree bark. And it was
bitter with an aftertaste. But Carl liked it. He scooped up the rest of his
come and licked and sucked that off his fingers as well, swallowing it all.
Patrick had said if you swallowed you were better so whether he'd liked it or
not Carl was always going to swallow.
So that was an orgasm. Now he knew what all the fuss was about. Just as Carl is
about to grasp his dick again his father calls out as he walks past. "Up and at
them sunshine, we've got a long day today." Carl groans softly to himself. He
was already hard again.
Rolling off the bed he gets dressed and pushes his penis inside his cargos as
he does them up. He buttons the couple of buttons on the bottom of his shirt so
his erection isn't visible and heads to breakfast.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Carl is eating breakfast with his father when Glenn approaches with Maggie,
they sit and talk to he and his Dad, nothing serious just making small talk.
They'd been Carl's best bet for seeing sex but they were being very quiet and
discreet these days so he'd been foiled there too.
"You okay Carl?" Glenn questions him as he's wondering who else he can spy on.
"Uh, yeah why?" Carl asks in return.
"You seem different is all." Glenn answers before he Rick and Maggie continue
talking. But his question has caught Patrick's attention. He looks over at Carl
with a frown; then a smile that makes Carl squirm in his seat moves across his
face. It was not a mean smile or anything; but it was a smile that made Carl
both uncomfortable and breathless.
"Hey Carl, want to play some ball later on?" Patrick has gotten up and taken
his plate over to be washed, stopping by Carl's table on his way back.
"I can't, we have a big day today Pat. Sorry." And he is sorry, because Patrick
has obviously forgiven him his stupidity in trying to kiss him. He liked
Patrick, he wanted to keep hanging out with him.
"That's okay man, you need a hand then?" Patrick asks him with that grin that
by turns makes Carl breathless and nervous on his face.
"That would be good Patrick, then I can go check the snares while Carl
continues with the hoeing, that will make our day go faster. Thank you, we're
obliged." Rick nods as he picks up the iPod they'd found and grabs his gloves.
"You'll need some gloves though, ask Daryl for some, he's usually got some
spares." He nods and clasps Carl's shoulder before heading off.
Patrick takes Rick's place, straddling the seat sideways, facing Carl as he
finishes his breakfast. Glenn and Maggie wander off as well.
"You had one." He says bluntly to Carl who feels his face heating.
"Had what? We've gotta go if you're gonna help." Carl grabs his plate and the
piece of meat still on it. He drops off the plate and smiles at the girl on
duty who smiles back and then still gnawing on the meat he turns and walks
away.
Patrick falls silently into step with him saying nothing until they're away
from any prying ears. Carl's heart is beating erratically in his chest as he
waits for Patrick to speak again, knowing he will, that he won't give up until
Carl confirms what he's just said.
So he decides to speak before Patrick can ask him again. Finishing off his
breakfast and looking around to make sure they're alone as they walk to the
shed to begin their day of work Carl looks at the ground and says, "Yeah, I had
one, this morning." Patrick inhales sharply beside him.
"Was it good, did you like it?" He asks quickly.
Carl nods. "It was intense, I uh, probably would have freaked if you hadn't
spoken to me about it. I mean I was just thinking about them and it was like it
exploded or something." Carl shakes his head without realising what he'd just
said but Patrick looks over and slightly down at him with a grin.
"Yeah? Who were you thinking of? There is no way you weren't thinking of
someone in particular. And were you touching yourself or did you just come
right off?" His eyes are dancing behind his glasses as he looks at Carl. Carl
looks up at him through his hair.
"Why is it such a big deal for you to know who I was thinking of? Or even if I
was thinking of someone at all?" He's genuinely curious.
Patrick shrugs. "Want to know what turns you on is all." It's his turn to look
down at the ground as they walk.
Carl looks at Patrick's profile. He was not looking at Carl this time, his
usual bravado and confidence was missing. Carl frowned. As they get to the
lean-to where they keep the animal feed Carl starts to get the food to feed the
animals they have to take care of. He thinks of what Patrick had just said as
Patrick works beside him silently. He thinks he knows why Patrick wants to know
but he has to ask anyway.
"Why is that such a big deal? That you need to know who I was thinking of?
Why?" He finally stops working as they're back at the lean-to and he steps into
the shaded side of it so they're away from any potential prying eyes. Patrick
follows him.
He stands and looks at the ground silently with one hand rubbing the back of
his neck then he pushes his glasses up on his nose as he looks up at Carl. "Be
nice if it was me." He says no more and Carl nods, biting his lip as he tries
unsuccessfully not to blush.
"It wasn't, but I'd been thinking of you when I decided to try to uh, you
know." He admits. He watches Patrick assimilate what he'd said. Patrick pushes
his glasses up and rubs the bridge of his nose with a sigh.
"Guess I was hoping I did it for you dude." He shrugs as if it's no big deal
and turns away to continue with feeding the rest of the animals when Carl
reaches out touching his arm.
"Why didn't you want to kiss me the other day then?" Carl asks quietly, his
hand remains on Patrick's forearm. Patrick looks down at it then back up at
Carl.
"I like you." He says no more and waits for Carl to see if Carl understands
what he'd said. Carl nods.
"I like you too Pat. You're, I just like you, spending time with you and stuff,
you make me nervous sometimes, but it's a good nervous you know?" Patrick nods
wondering if Carl realises what'd he'd admitted. Before he can question
anything Carl continues. "The guy I thought of when I came, I've thought of him
for a long time, but he's too old and doesn't think of me that way anyway so I
put it away, it was kind of reflex. I was thinking of something on me, then Dad
and Daryl and then…him and I touched myself and I, uh came all over my
stomach." Carl drops his hand from Patrick's arm and rubs his stomach
reflectively.
"How'd you get rid of it then?" Patrick asks curiously.
Carl flushes uncontrollably now and turns away hanging his head. Patrick frowns
as he watches. "I, well you said a good blow job means you swallow." He doesn't
look back at Patrick as he mumbles his answer. Patrick gapes at him.
"You swallowed your own come?" He is shocked that Carl had done that straight
away and turned on beyond belief. His dick is at full mast inside his jeans, he
rubs it without even realising he's touched himself. "Tell me you can't
actually suck yourself dude?" He is nearly gasping for air at the thought Carl
is flexible enough to do that. That would be freaking amazing to see.
"What? No!" Carl looks at him in shock. "Wait, can you do that?" His eyes are
wide as he just stares dumfounded at Patrick now.
Patrick laughs. "No way dude, but I saw it on the internet and I saw this one
picture of a guy screwing another dude and he was hunched over and sucking the
other guys dick at the same time. That was hot I gotta say." Carl stares at
Patrick wide-eyed.
"How was he screwing the guy? We don't have…" He trails off figuring stuff in
his head. "So if I was uh, having sex with you I'd be, I mean my penis would be
inside your backside?" Carl is wide-eyed again as he watches Patrick standing
there looking at him, his glasses are reflecting the light so Carl can't see
his eyes but he wonders suddenly if they'd be like they were the other day,
when he'd seen Patrick's pupils dilated. Like he's sure his had been and were
now.
"Dude, yeah. Your dick would be in my arse or vice versa." Patrick is
breathless now at the turn the conversation is taking. "It takes a bit of
preparation you know but once it's in, it's fun, there's this spot inside that
if you hit it, the guy you're inside goes insane, it can make them come."
"So you've uh, had sex before then?" Carl asks Patrick hesitantly.
"Well, yeah, a couple of times, just before all the shit went down you know?"
Patrick says. Carl nods.
"Did you, were you?" Carl has no idea how to phrase the question he wants to
ask.
Patrick sighs. "What you're trying to say is 'did you top or did you bottom?'
that's the phrasing with guys. You top as in your dick goes inside the other
guy or you bottom meaning that you take the dick, or you switch or flip,
meaning you top and bottom. And to answer your question I did both, with this
school friend. We were messing around, experimenting." Patrick pauses before
continuing. "He was the first dead person I killed." Carl doesn't ask details.
If Patrick wanted to tell him he would, but that would have been difficult,
almost as difficult as what he'd had to do.
"I can't even think of that, I mean I, we only just kissed kind of." Carl
trails off, he is hard and he can see Patrick is too. "I'm sorry if I did it
wrong Pat." He apologises and Patrick gapes at him.
"Did what wrong?" He has no idea what Carl is talking about.
"I kissed you wrong, you groaned and stuff." Carl hangs his head.
"I groaned because you made me come, the stuff we'd been talking about had
turned me on, I was telling the truth when I said if I kissed you I'd come. I
did come Carl." Carl looks up at Patrick through his lashes again.
"You did? From my kissing you?" He asks as his dick does a very hard happy
dance in his cargos.
"Yeah man, I did and if I kiss you like I want to now, it'll happen again so
I'll be working in funky pants for the rest of the day." Patrick shakes his
head as he sits down on the bench Rick had set under the lean-to.
"Take your pants down then." Carl speaks bluntly despite feeling his face heat
up again.
"What?" Patrick feels like he's in the Twilight zone.
"I want you to kiss me Pat, now." Carl steps forward until he is standing
directly in front of Patrick. "But I don't know what I'm doing, how to do it
right, so you need to kiss me, to show me." Some part of Carl, maybe that
muscle memory or genetics takes over again and he looks back at Patrick through
his lashes, instinctively knowing that Patrick likes him doing that before
continuing. "If you come, I'll clean you up, swallow it for you."
"Fuck Carl, you can't just say shit like that!" Patrick's dick jumps in his
pants as he hisses at Carl. Even though his parents were well and truly dead he
still felt weird using the F word, like he was disobeying them or something.
Which was stupid when he thought about it. "And Jesus Pat, could you stop for a
second and think of the real conversation you're having?" He mutters to himself
and is startled when Cal laughs at him. "What?" He looks at Carl standing in
front of him, but is attention is not on Carl's face. It's on the hard dick he
can see pushing against Carl's cargos.
"You were talking to yourself again. And what shit can't I say? That I want you
to kiss me or that if you came I'd clean you up? Because if you do kiss me Pat
and you come, I will clean you up. If you don't want me to swallow you even
though you said that's what someone who was good did I'll find a rag for you."
Carl pauses and Patrick sees him looking at him through his lashes again before
he continues. "But you said that you liked me, so that means you should want to
kiss me. I want to kiss you Pat too. Now." Carl kneels there in the dirt
between Patrick's legs and places his palms on Patrick's knees. He looks at
Patrick straight on this time. "Kiss me Pat."
Patrick is powerless to resist Carl. And if Carl ever figures that out he'll be
at the guy's mercy. He's already at his mercy because he's gonna kiss him. He's
gonna kiss him and come in his pants again because there is no way he's
displaying his dick for Carl until Cal will display his in return and he'd
already said he wasn't ready.
"Shit, c'mere then." So saying Patrick reaches out and yanks Carl into his
arms. "You want to ask me questions wait until I'm finished, for now, follow my
lead." And Patrick kissed Carl. He didn't pussyfoot around, he slanted his lips
over Carl's and opened them pushing his tongue straight into Carl's mouth.
Patrick knew he didn't look like much, but he knew he could kiss. His best
friend Luke had convinced him to let his older sister practice kissing on him.
Patrick hadn't been turned on by her, but he'd learned from her just as much as
she'd learned from him.
Carl's fingers flex on his knees and dig in and Patrick grins to himself. Yeah,
he liked it alright. His hands move from Carl's shoulders, sliding up his neck
and cupping the back of Carl's head to control his movement better as they
twined in Carl's hair. It was soft. So very soft and fine as it sifted through
is fingers. Patrick loved how long it was. It wasn't girly at all, it was just
Carl.
Moaning softly Patrick pulls away, kissing across Carl's cheek and down his
neck leaving soft, wet open-mouthed kisses in his wake. Carl was trembling in
his arms, small choked whimpers coming from his throat. Patrick could feel him
moving instinctively against his own dick. He doubted Carl even realised he was
bringing himself off on him.
Pulling back a little he looks at Carl. His cheeks were flushed, his freckles
standing out in relief and his lashes lay against his cheeks. His lips were
swollen from Patrick himself, making him want to take them again. And so he
does, licking them with his tongue first before he fists his hands back in
Carl's hair and pulls, tilting Carl's head back, exposing his throat to him
even more before he hovers his mouth over Carl's, just breathing on him. He was
waiting.
And Carl opened his eyes. His pupils were blown so wide Patrick saw no colour,
only black. And the look in them was slumberous, sexy as hell. He moans this
time as he lowers his mouth again and pushes his tongue into Carl's mouth
again. This time Carl pushes his tongue back. He is sweet tasting on Patrick's
tongue.
And that movement of Carl's tongue pushes Patrick over the edge and he gasps
loudly into Carl's mouth as his dick erupts in his pants. He realises dimly
that Carl had shot too but is too wrapped in his own orgasm to care.
Slowly he pulls away from Carl's tempting mouth. His lips were bitten now and
cherry red as well as being swollen. He'd done that. He'd made him look like
that. Patrick feels his dick jump happily in his pants again as he looks at
Carl's satisfied smile as it winds its way across his face.
"You liked that huh? Made you come too I know. Guess I should be right proud
now shouldn't I?" Patrick laughs softly as he breathes on a hand and buffs his
nails against his chest.
Carl snorts at him. "Oh yeah, you made me come. But I made you come too Pat."
Carl places a palm on Patrick's hardening cock. "And is that because of me
too?" He smiles at Patrick and Patrick nearly moans again as he looks at him
from under his lashes.
"Man, when you're legal you are gonna be lethal. Lethal. Shit what am I saying?
You're lethal now." He shakes his head. Then lifting it he looks at Carl.
"Where's that rag you promised me?" Carl's eyes flutter as he comes back to the
present. He looks at Patrick.
"I lied Pat, I won't help you find one. I want to clean you up myself. Say
yes." Carl says. Patrick's head falls back on the wall of the lean-to with a
thump.
Suddenly he feels about a hundred years old. "You're gonna be the death of me
you know." Patrick sighs heavily wondering how many more times he's going to
come while Carl 'practices' on him as he cleans him up today.
"This time has to be quick or your father is gonna know we goofed off. And I
don't know about you but I don't need any sort of parental lecture right now,
it would scar me for life and I'd never come again. My balls would shrivel up
and fall of from lack of use." Patrick smiles as Carl laughs at him quietly.
"Understood, maybe I should find that rag and we should pick this up later.
Maybe tonight or tomorrow?" Carl asks showing some uncertainty. As if he thinks
Patrick's going to leave and change his mind.
Patrick nods and waits while Cal hunts up a rag. It's covered in dust and grime
but it does the job except now his cock feels gritty, but it was preferable to
spunky. Before they step out of the shadow of the lean-to Patrick hooks an arm
around Carl's neck drawing him in and up against his body.
Carl feels good in his arms. "Man you feel good, can't wait to lay you right
out and just lick you all over." Patrick lays a soft kiss on Carl's lips, the
swelling is going down and while that's good, he's also sad to see the effect
he has on Carl vanish. "Now, just so you get it through your retard skull. I
like you, want to mess around with you, you turn me on, you make me come. I
want to do the same with you and for you. So when you're ready, we can move on,
but if you want to just fool around and kiss for a while, well I'm happy with
that too. Got it?" Patrick looks down at Carl seriously, not saying anything,
making sure that he understands he's serious.
Nodding Carl leans up and kisses Patrick, soft and wet before he steps back.
"You like me, want to fool around with me and you're happy to go at my pace.
Check." And then Carl smiles brilliantly and Patrick's dick jumps back to red
alert again.
"So when can I swallow your come?"
Patrick narrows his eyes. Brat is messing with him, he just knows it. Well he
could mess right back. Leaning down he kisses Carl in return and then slides
his mouth over to Carl's ear before he whispers "When you come from me rimming
you, then you can swallow my come. You gotta earn it kid." Patrick licks Carl's
ear, smiling as he feel's Carl shiver as his tongue winds its way around the
rim of his ear. "Shower together tonight?" He asks as he steps back and grabs
the hoe.
"Uh, yeah okay." Carl answers absentmindedly. He grabs a hoe as well and they
walk out to the field. "Pat?" Carl asks.
"Yeah?" Patrick is already focused on the hoeing they have to do, it's going to
be a bitch.
"What's rimming?" Shit. Patrick thought. Shit.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Carl can barely concentrate. His dick keeps jerking in his cargos because he
can't stop thinking about meeting Patrick in the showers tonight. He wants to
kiss Pat again in the worst way, and come again. And he wants to taste
Patrick's come too. Almost more than he wants to come again himself. He is
distracted all afternoon as he and Patrick work.
Rimming. That sounded weird. But Carl trusted Patrick's experience and if he
said it was enjoyable, he'd be willing to try it. Eventually. Patrick had gone
on his way not long ago to his own afternoon chores. None of the kids their age
had as many obligations as Carl but he was okay with that. He wasn't like the
other kids.
He jumps when an arm loops around his shoulders and squeezes him up against a
firm female body. "Hey." He says on a huffing laugh.
"Hey yourself runt." Michonne automatically starts helping him and they work
companionably. "You been hanging with Patrick lately?" She asks as they work.
Carl stops working and looks at her. "You know I have been. Why?" He asks
curiously.
"Just wondering what teenage boys talk about is all. I mean I assume you talk
about jerking off and girls and maybe have spitting contests or peeing
contests, but I just don't know." Michonne stops working as well, looking over
at Carl as he stares at her.
Shrugging Carl returns to his work. "All of the above mostly and some other
stuff." He's never lied to Michonne but that doesn't mean he has to tell her
every little detail. If she asks directly he'll answer, that is also another
deal they have.
"And some other stuff huh? Like maybe kissing and jerking off together?" She
asks quietly. Carl doesn't stop working, he needs to finish his sowing today.
"Yeah, Patrick's teaching me stuff, now that I've discovered what an orgasm
is." He looks up at Michonne through his hair as she looks at him. She shrugs
this time as she returns to help him sow the seeds they've got. "It's your
fault you know." He grins at her as she stops and frowns at him.
"What's my fault runt?"
"Well, you told me to ask him about fucking two guys at the same time and shit.
And we just kind of went from there. He's a cool dude, I like hanging with
him." Carl finishes his row and waits for Michonne to finish hers before they
move to the last rows.
"You like hanging with him, or you like him?" Michonne wonders if Carl thinks
of Patrick as just someone convenient to practice on.
"He makes me feel funny in the stomach, makes me hard when I think of him,
makes me come when he kisses me. I like him and I like hanging with him, why
are you asking me this Mich?" Carl looks over at her as they continue to slowly
move back down their rows.
"TMI runt, TMI. And I wanted to make sure he hadn't pushed you into anything
because he's a couple of years older and I've heard him talking. I also wanted
to make sure that you weren't using him for experience because you're
discovering yourself."
"What's TMI? And no, like I said I like him. And he's already said he likes me.
And what have you heard him talking about?" Carl is curious. He and Patrick
hang together alone a lot, they don't hang together with others. He frowns
wondering why they don't. He'll have to ask.
"TMI is too much information…" Carl snorts and speaks before Michonne can
continue.
"Just like you talking to me about having sex with Dad and Daryl at the same
time you mean? If you can TMI then so can I. It's nice to talk about Pat with
someone who isn't gonna be dumb about it."
Michonne continues. "And I'm glad you like him and that he likes you. And I've
only heard him talking about past experience. He's seen a fair bit since the
infection hit and I got the impression he's done some of it as well. I just
don't want you to get hurt." Michonne finishes.
"I can take care of myself." Carl answers as he finally finishes his last row.
Again he waits for Michonne to finish hers. They walk back to the lean-to in
silence, her arm slung around his shoulders again.
"I know you can, I wasn't talking about physically. I was talking about if this
gets involved." Michonne taps her fingers against Carl's breastbone indicating
his heart.
"Oh, okay. Thanks, I don't know. I mean I like Pat, he makes me feel kind of
breathless you know?" Michonne nods. "But I don't know if that means I have
feeling feelings for him you know?" Michonne nods again.
"I'm here when you need me runt, if you need me. And if you need anything from
outside as well." Carl frowns.
"What do you mean outside?"
Michonne purses her lips. "Guys usually need something to aid you when you're
messing around if you're going all the way. Unlike women you don't self-
lubricate so much, or at least not where you get penetrated when you're
aroused."
"Oh, okay then, I guess so. Thanks." Carl is puzzled and puts the question away
to ask Pat later in the showers. "Uh, we're taking a shower tonight at the same
time." He says no more and Michonne looks at him.
"I take it I'm to distract your Dad because you're planning on taking a long
shower?"
Carl shrugs. "I figure I'll tell him I'm going to hang with Pat and then take a
shower before I come back. That should hold him, plus he'll be with Jude
anyway." Michonne shakes her head.
"Sly boy, very sly."
"Hey, I learned it from you." Narrowing her eyes Michonne reaches for him but
he dances out of her reach. At the lean-to Carl puts their tools away and then
he surprises Michonne by standing on the bench to look her in the eyes, or
slightly down at her now.
"Mich, I have a favour I need." Carl looks down while Michonne's brain works
triple time trying to figure out what Carl's favour is, she has a feeling she
is going to be in over her head with whatever he asks. "Would you kiss me?" Her
brain had just figured it would be something like that when Carl spoke.
Michonne sighs. "Why?" She needs to know before she even thinks about
answering.
"Well, I like Pat but I don't know how much. I've never kissed anyone but him,
I figure if I get the same response from kissing you that I get kissing him
then I can kind of figure out how much I like him." Carl trails off thinking
he's made a huge mistake.
Then Michonne steps up to him. "You tell your father or Daryl about this and I
will gut you runt, without a second thought." And she lays her lips softly
across his. Carl angles his head and opens his lips, swiping his tongue across
Michonne's. Beyond a sharply inhaled breath Michonne has no other reaction. She
allows Carl to push his tongue softly into her mouth and she twines hers around
his.
But she does not push her tongue into Carl's mouth, she does not touch him in
any other way. Pulling away Carl licks his lips as Michonne looks at him
evenly. She's smiling at him. "Patrick taught you well, you're gonna be a
regular heartbreaker when you're older runt."
"Thanks, Pat said I was going to be lethal is that the same thing?" Michonne
snorts a laugh.
"Kind of, heartbreaker means you can break someone's heart, mess with their
emotions, people will want you but they won't get you. Lethal is kind of
similar. Means you'll be really cool, popular, people will want to be with
you."
"Sounds like you both expect me to turn into some weird shitty adult.
Brilliant, you both have so much confidence in me." Carl frowns as he steps
down and walks toward the buildings.
Michonne's eyebrows rise as she lets him go. It was rare to see temper on him
these days. But she was right, Patrick had taught him well. He'd kissed like
he'd been doing it for years, not days if that. Pursing her lips Michonne
meanders off, maybe a word with Patrick was in order.
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Carl goes to his room after dinner and lies down on his bed. He is still
fuming. At Michonne and now Patrick as well. Was that what they really thought
of him? That he was using Patrick? That he'd dump him when he found someone
else? Carl had only ever liked one other person before and he'd never known he
was alive in that way. Cassidy in second grade didn't count. His crush on her
had lasted until he'd heard her squeal in his ear. She'd given him a huge
headache and he'd sworn to only hang out with guys ever since. It didn't hurt
that he genuinely enjoyed the company of men better anyway. Except for Sophia.
Carl pushes that memory away forcefully. She was dead, she wasn't coming back.
Carl is so irritated he very nearly doesn't keep his date with Patrick but
decides to go. He needed to explain that what Patrick was doing with him wasn't
something he didn't care about and that he wasn't going to be off looking for
someone else when he felt he had enough experience. And Carl wants to know if
Patrick is going to run off with another guy if someone more his age and
experience level comes through the gates one day soon.
Grabbing his towel and his pyjamas Carl walks to his father's room. "Dad, I'm
gonna go hang out with Pat for a bit, then I'll grab a shower on the way back."
He doesn't ask permission, he knows his father will be okay with it.
"Sure Carl, come say goodnight to your sister." Carl smiles as he dumps his
stuff on the bed and takes Jude from his father's arms. He jiggles her the way
she likes and kisses her forehead before he lays her down in her cot. She
laughs up at him. As he turns he sees Michonne and Daryl standing there.
"Hey." He says to them both not quite looking Michonne in the eyes though he
looks at Daryl. Looking at the cards Michonne is holding he grins evilly. "I'll
just close the door on the way out, wouldn't want people to see the nudity when
you two lose your clothes to Dad now. He's a mean poker player."
"Carl!" Rick exclaims as Michonne laughs and Daryl smirks.
"Night Dad." Carl says as he grabs his pyjamas and towel and takes off
laughing, closing the door and drawing the curtain as he said he would. He
hears Daryl's chuckle as he walks away.
"Kids observant, I fuckin' told you that Rick." Carl shakes his head. Yeah he'd
known they were doing something, now he knew exactly what shit they did it was
kind of different to know that but Michonne and Daryl made his Dad smile and
laugh. As long as they continued to do so he didn't care what the heck they
actually did with each other. Besides he couldn't talk anymore anyway.
Walking to the showers Carl realises he's not mad anymore. He resolves to still
speak to Patrick but to not get mad. He didn't want to argue tonight. He wanted
to kiss Pat some more. Turning the corner to the hallway of the shower room
Carl comes upon Patrick standing there with his towel and a pair of sweatpants
hanging from one shoulder.
"Hey dude, going my way?" He asks in a breathy voice as he wiggles his
eyebrows. Carl frowns.
"What are you doing? Are you messing with me too? I've had enough of that
today. And I'm not going to be lethal you know, I'm not a shitty unfeeling
person, I'm not going to be a heartbreaker either." Shit. Carl suddenly
realises he'd nearly been yelling at Patrick and from the look on his face he
had no idea what he was talking about it.
"Shit, sorry Pat. I thought I wasn't mad anymore. Maybe we should just not do
anything tonight." Carl turns to go but Patrick grabs his arm and pulls him
into one of the rooms. It's an office. Closing and locking the door Patrick
turns up the battery lantern he'd brought with him. Then he surprises Carl by
turning and dropping his sweatpants, shoving them along the bottom of the door
so no light will show to people walking past.
Then he crowds in on Carl, pushing him up against the desk. Carl feels his dick
start to harden and can't help the groan that comes out of his mouth. He
catches Pat's smile before his lips cover his. Carl opens his mouth as wide as
he can when Patrick kisses him. His hands drop his own clothing and towel and
twist around Patrick's back, bunching his shirt up in his hands. Carl jerks
when Patrick pulls back and pulls his t-shirt off over his head and is then
back kissing Carl again.
He pushes Carl's long-sleeved shirt off his shoulders and then yanks his t-
shirt up and off as well, Carl feel his hair get messy and raises his hands to
try to push it back into shape.
"No, leave it, I like it messy. Makes it look like I've messed it up."
Patrick's voice is husky and as he leans back in Carl feels his dick hard
against his own. And he realises he'd never gotten hard with Michonne today.
Question answered.
Patrick strokes his hands up, messing Carl's hair more as he does so, then he
strokes them down Carl's back and up again coming around to the front where his
fingers take hold of Carl's nipples and he rolls them. "Oh, Pat, uh." Carl has
no thought in his head, his dick jumps in his pants, pushing against his cargos
insistently. Carl palms it, trying to get comfortable, the backs of his fingers
brush against Patrick's dick as he does so and Patrick groans into Carl's
mouth.
Breaking away Carl takes several deep breaths as he tries not to come in his
pants but Patrick is relentlessly pushing him toward an orgasm with his fingers
on his nipples. "Gonna come." He says drawing in a deep breath.
"Pull your pants down then retard." Patrick's voice is amused and his fingers
are relentless on Carl's nipples. Carl's hands jerk and fumble as he undoes his
belt and button and zip, he pushes his cargos and briefs down then his hands
flail as he feels his balls draw up and his dick just spurts without a touch on
it.
"Oh shit!" He exclaims. Carl's hands fall back and he catches the side of the
desk holding himself upright as his orgasm blasts through him.
All the while Patrick is playing with his nipples, rolling them, pinching them,
flicking them. He doesn't stop until Carl winces in pain. Then he palms Carl's
pectoral muscles and smiles down at Carl who slowly lets himself lie down on
the desk, legs just dangling off the side. "They feel hot." He says to Carl.
Frowning Carl looks up at him. "What's hot?" Patrick smiles some more. Letting
go of Carl's pectoral muscle with one hand he takes one of Carl's and brings it
to his chest.
"Your nipples, that's what. They feel hot to the touch, its sexy. They liked
what I did to them, just like you liked it enough to come." Patrick let's go of
Carl's hand and pulls his other one away. He looks down at himself, Carl can
see his dick is hard in his pants as he now palms both his nipples.
"You gonna come?" He asks as he holds his own pectoral muscles feeling how
heated his nipples actually were. Patrick was right, they were hot to the
touch. And sensitive and they felt swollen.
"Thought I'd jerk off yeah. Why?" Patrick asks as he looks down at Carl. He
swipes his hand across his thigh and pulls it back sniffing it with a smile.
Then he turns it around to Carl so he can see that he's got some come on it.
"You mind?" Patrick asks. Carl shakes his head and Patrick sucks his fingers
into his mouth moaning at the taste. "You taste amazing, can't wait until I
drink it direct from your dick Carl."
Carl's dick jumps at the thought of Patrick giving him a blow job. But he
doesn't ask for it now. He's just come and besides he wants to see Patrick
come. Raising up and pushing himself further back on the desk Carl leaves his
cargo's and briefs hanging around his legs. He wants to see Patrick jerk
himself off so he knows how to do it to him next time but he's still out of
breath and doesn't trust himself to stand.
"Stand between my legs Pat, I want to see you jerk yourself off. I don't mind
if you come on me." Carl has no idea what he's asking but he knows he's done
something from the sharp in drawn breath Patrick gives in answer. Carl half
closes his eyes and looks at Patrick through his lashes. "Please?" He sees
Patrick's eyes close and knows he's going to do as he's asked.
Moving to stand between Carl's legs, Patrick leans a narrow bony hip on Carl's
inner thigh and opens his pants, pushing them down along with his briefs. He
starts to stroke himself off slowly looking at Carl all the while.
"Stop." Carl says suddenly. Patrick freezes and looks uncertain. Carl sits up
and reaches for Patrick's glasses taking them off, "The light was reflecting on
your glasses, I couldn't see your eyes." He explains as he lays back down
putting Patrick's glasses safely to the side with the lantern. Patrick smiles
at him suddenly and Carl's own breath catches. "You're so pretty Pat." He says
without thinking and when Patrick grins at him more he can feel his own face
heating up and knows he's blushing. He closes his eyes when Patrick laughs.
"Shut up." He says putting an arm over his face to hide his blush.
Then he feels weight on him and he groans realising Patrick has leaned down on
him, Carl can feel the hard rod of Patrick's erection against his stomach. Then
a hand pulls his arm away from his face. "No hiding Carl, I want to see you,
watch you. You're pretty too you know." Carl looks up at Patrick, he looks so
different without his glasses, his eyes are bigger, his lashes longer.
"Your lashes are nearly as long as mine." He says to Patrick without thinking.
"I hate mine." Carl bites his lip again and watches Patrick's eyes dip to his
lips and stay there.
"They are kind of girly." Patrick says unthinkingly. Then he flinches when Carl
swings an arm out and back, landing a solid punch on his bicep. "Dude! What the
hell?" He asks standing up again to rub his arm.
"I'm not girly!" Carl answers him. Patrick looks at him still rubbing his arm.
"Did I say you were girly? No I f-ing didn't, I said your lashes were kind of
girly. Not you." He leans down again resting on his elbows so he has some
distance now. "And while we're on the what is girly subject, dudes are not
pretty dude. Got that?" Patrick leans down and brushes his lips against Carl's
softly. Then he pushes his hips forward, grinding himself down on Carl in a
parody of having sex.
"Oh, Pat, uh…" Carl can't say anything more which Patrick takes as a
compliment.
"Yeah, this is another way, we rub off on each other until we come. You want to
do this instead of watching me jack off?" Patrick asks as he continues to place
soft wet kisses over Carl's face and neck. He wants to suck on Carl's skin and
bring up a hickey that other's will see but knows he can't.
"Uh, ohhhhh…" Carl trails off again, his back arches and his neck falls back,
it is exposed and vulnerable to Patrick and he takes immediate advantage,
wrapping his lips around Carl's burgeoning Adam's apple. Carl finally finds his
voice again. "This next time, jerk off, wanna see you, learn what you like." He
breaks off with a breathless moan as Patrick gives in and sucks on his skin.
Then he pulls himself up and back slowly. Carl moans this time in
disappointment. Patrick smiles at him though. "Next time huh? I like the sound
of that Carl." He smiles again and his hands drift down to his dick. Carl sits
up now, his own fingers latching onto Patrick's nipples. He mimics Patrick's
movements, pulling, rolling and flicking them and Patrick's head falls back now
as he moans making Carl grin.
"God Pat." He says as he watches Patrick in his pleasure. His own dick is
already hard again and he wants to rub it off on Patrick's like they'd just
been doing, mix their come and taste it. Scooting forward Carl continues to
play with Patrick's nipples as his legs spread around Patrick's narrow hips. He
had more pubic hair than Carl did, it was a dark brown colour like the hair on
his head and under his arms. Carl didn't have underarm hair yet but he wanted
it badly.
Letting go of one nipple Carl skims his hand down to Patrick's pubic hair,
threading his fingers through it as he looks down, focusing on Patrick jerking
himself off. He jerked firmly, twisting his hand a little when he got to the
head of his dick. It was different to Carl's, longer and thicker though Carl
noted he didn't have the veins that he'd noticed on himself lately.
"My balls, touch them." Patrick whispers raggedly. Carl looks up at him through
his lashes and Patrick groans and dips his head to kiss him. Carl responds and
kisses Patrick, thrusting his tongue in and out of his mouth as one hand
continues to play with Patrick's nipples and the other moves down through
Patrick's pubic hair to touch his balls. He strokes them softly, feels the
weight of them in his hand. They're different to his, his aren't as developed
yet.
"Will mine get bigger like yours Pat?" Carl asks as he pulls on them gently
before he cups them, his thumb just stroking over the flesh.
"Questions later dude…." Patrick answers as he groans. His head is hanging so
far back on his neck now it looks painful. As Carl cups Patrick's balls his
long middle finger touches the skin behind them and Patrick moans a breathy
yes. So Carl lets his middle finger play there. Dropping his hand from
Patrick's nipples Carl grips his own cock knowing when Patrick comes he's going
to come again as well.
"My hole, touch my hole Carl, please?" Patrick begs of Carl, he has raised his
head and is looking down at Carl now, watching him watching his own hands as
they fondle his own cock and Pat's. Carl looks up.
"Just touch?" He asks hesitantly. Patrick nods and so Carl lets his own fingers
push further back, making a breathless little sound at the heat he feels there.
Patrick's legs shuffle apart and in the process Carl's middle finger slides
over Patrick's entrance, his fingernail scraping it harshly.
"Oh shit!" Is all Patrick can say as he suddenly orgasms, his dick jumping and
spurting his come up and out. It lands all over Carl's arms and hands and
thighs. Carl's own dick jerks in his hand and he explodes again as well. Their
come mingles as their scents mingle. And they both groan and laugh as it
happens.
Their fingers slip and slide over each other as they try to grab as much as
they can and lick and taste each other. Then Patrick pushes Carl back on the
desk and rubs his stomach over Carl's, grinding into him, rubbing the leftover
come into their skin.
"Shit dude, you are sexy." He says to Carl as he leans on his elbows looking at
him as he feels his dick start to get hard alongside Carl's again.
Carl blushes. "No, I'm not. But you are Pat, really sexy." He answers. Patrick
stands up and Carl sits up. He watches as Patrick pulls up his underwear and
pants and then bends over for their shirts. Carl stands and pulls his own
underwear and cargos up. He takes his t-shirt and drops it over his head but
leaves off the long-sleeved shirt. They dress in silence, but it's a
comfortable silence.
They'd already figured there would be a next time. But Carl still had a
question. "Hey Pat? How come we don't hang out together inside? I mean at meals
and stuff?" He asks unsurely. Patrick stops and looks at him.
"I didn't think you wanted to Carl, you've never asked me to eat with you or
anything, you always eat with your own group and stuff." He shrugs and looks
away picking up his towel but Carl had seen his eyes.
"We lived together for a couple of years you know, at the farm, on the road and
then here before Woodbury came and then we started taking in others like you.
We're family, not blood, but family. It's hard. Like Michonne barely speaks to
most of us, she hangs mostly with Dad and Daryl and Herschel." Carl pauses.
"We've learned the hard way not to trust too easily. But you'd be welcome to
sit with me, us anytime Pat, anytime." Reaching out Carl lays a hand on
Patrick's forearm feeling the muscles bunch and writhe under his touch.
"Yeah? You'd sit with me, hang around me with others?" Patrick asks quietly.
"I would." Carl answers just as quietly. His brow furrow as Patrick looks at
him seriously.
"And what if I did this in public?" Suddenly Patrick leans in and kisses Carl,
a hand pulling on him until their bodies are flush against each other and he
then skates it down over Carl's arse giving him a squeeze before he lets go and
pulls back.
Carl is floundering in arousal. "Pat!" He blushes furiously knowing Patrick had
done it on purpose to lighten them up, distract him and make him laugh. He was
good at that. But two can play that game. "If you did that, I'd do this in
return." Carl says. And he steps back up to Patrick and lays his palm flat over
Patrick's own hard on.
Patrick thrusts into Carl's hand before he can stop himself. He hangs his head
in defeat and laughs. "Hands off retard, I need a shower more than ever now
thanks to you." He pauses and winks at Carl, "You can feel me up when you've
got some soap in your hands okay?"
Carl grins and nods. "Deal." He grabs his towel and pyjamas and then they stop
at the door as he unlocks it quietly. They listen without hearing anything and
then Patrick snuffs the lantern and grabs up his sweatpants and they exit
together, carefully closing the door behind them and heading to the showers.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Carl slowly drifts to consciousness. It's early and there is a chill in the air
signaling the end of summer. He can feel his dick hard in his pyjamas as usual.
Normally he'd jerk off, it had become habit to push his hand under his pyjamas
and jerk himself off and clean himself up. But he doesn't this morning.
Rolling on his stomach Carl thinks of the past few months. Since he'd brought
up the subject of sex with Patrick in the form of a threesome albeit without
any intention of causing what had happened, he and Pat had pretty much been
together.
Were he and Patrick boyfriends now? Carl had heard Beth and Zach talking and
she'd called him her boyfriend and he'd called her his girlfriend. He and Pat
couldn't be that because they were both guys, but could or were they each
other's boyfriends?
Shoving his pillow under his head Carl stares unseeing at the far wall of his
room. He remembers telling Patrick about his first orgasm, their first kiss.
The first time they'd come together, rubbing off, watching and then jerking
each other off. Tasting each other's come. Closing his eyes Carl tries to calm
himself down.
He wasn't thinking of this to get off, he was trying to figure out what they
were to each other. After that night in the office where he'd yelled at Patrick
and Patrick had given him an orgasm they'd started hanging out with each other
in public. Patrick ate with him now, every time they ate at the same time, they
ate together.
It was nice, Pat got on well with everyone in Carl's original group, his father
seemed to like him, Michonne talked to him though Carl didn't think Patrick
would ever be comfortable around her. Carl thought he was kind of growing
somewhat comfortable around Daryl. Daryl had even started taking him outside
the gates, hunting and stuff. Pat was soaking up that knowledge like a sponge.
He was leaving off his glasses where he could, Daryl was right, glasses were
only going to get harder to find, he should get as used to going without them
as he could, Daryl said his other senses would compensate to a degree and Pat
had said they were starting to. He was more long sighted anyway which was
better than short-sighted.
Sighing Carl closes his eyes. He lets himself drift back to sleep only to wake
later, upon feeling a hand trailing down his back, under the sheet to cup his
backside. He grins into the pillow. "You're feeling me up? I'm a minor you
know." He laughs lightly as the long narrow fingers that play him so well,
lightly pinch his butt cheek instead of caressing it as they had been.
Rolling on his side he looks down at Pat who was kneeling on the floor. In
turning over Pat's hand had come to rest on Carl's still hard dick. He takes
advantage by grasping it and tugging. Carl arches into his touch without
thought, they're so in tune with each other now. They can almost look at each
other and know what the other is thinking.
Groaning softly, Carl reaches for Patrick's other hand as he thrusts up into
the warmth of the one imprisoning his dick. "Yes Pat, please." He says
breathlessly. Leaning up Carl takes a greedy tongue twining, toe curling kiss
before he lays back on the bed allowing Patrick to jerk him off. But he stops
suddenly, hand fisting Carl's cock as he looks down at him.
"When can I suck you off?" He asks Carl. Carl swallows. They've been moving at
his pace, and for the most part Carl is happy with what they're doing, but he
knows that sucking each other off and eventually sex is going to happen.
Truthfully he wants to suck Pat off in the worst way but he flat-out knows he's
not ready for sex and he's afraid that once they start blowing each other that
sex will follow before he's ready.
"I want you to…" He trails off without finishing his sentence. Pat pumps his
dick a couple of times before stopping and waiting.
"But?" He questions Carl.
"I'm afraid that," Carl pauses before he gathers his courage and speaks. "I'm
not ready for sex, proper sex you know?" Patrick frowns and nods.
"Yeah, I know you're nowhere near ready dude and I'm okay with that." He pumps
a couple more times but stops again knowing Carl isn't finished. He waits for
Carl to work out his words and then speak again.
"I'm afraid that if I blow you and you blow me we'll have sex quicker than I'm
ready for Pat. I know I want to have sex with you, sometimes I want it so bad,
but I also know I'm not ready yet, no matter what my dick says, you know?"
Patrick pumps him again and stops. And he nods.
"Yeah, I know. I think I fell into it too early, I felt like shit for ages
after we'd had real sex. The messing around and shit was fine, the BJ's were
fine, finger f-ing," Carl grins at Patrick still having trouble saying fuck.
"All that shit we did with no problem, but when I let Scott screw me, I felt
like shit. It wasn't until it was over that I realised I wasn't ready." He
snorts inelegantly and looks down at Carl, "Pretty stupid huh?"
Carl shakes his head, "No. It's something you can't take back. It's gone
forever, I get it completely Pat." Sitting up again Carl hugs Patrick and pulls
him down on top of him, spreading his legs so Patrick is lying between him.
"We can't do this here dude." Patrick says though he doesn't move.
"I know, I'll get up in a sec, just wanted to feel all of you, you going out
with Daryl today?" Carl nuzzles Patrick's neck, kissing and licking it as he
does so.
Patrick groans and thrusts on him slowly, their dicks covered by clothes and
sheets and blankets rub against each other. "Yeah, he said before we'll be gone
a couple of days." Patrick shifts off Carl slowly. He moves to sit on the side
of the bed. Carl sits up and swings his legs to the side.
Standing he stretches, deliberately giving Patrick a show, allowing his pyjama
bottoms to slide down his arse and expose his ever-growing thatch of pubic hair
in front. A firm slap on his rear end makes him yelp and turn around. Narrowing
his eyes Carl looks at Patrick who is staring back innocently.
Before he can say anything the door is shoved open and Rick sticks his face
around the curtain. "Oh good, you're up. You're a sleepy head this morning.
Morning Patrick. Hurry up Carl, we've got a long day ahead of us." Rick frowns
as he sees what Carl is only half wearing. "Pull your pants up Carl." Rick
shakes his head and disappears, Carl hears his footsteps moving down toward the
main room where breakfast is served.
"Shit that was lucky." Patrick leans back against the wall wiping a hand over
his brow. His hard on has fizzled down to nothing, his balls drawing up in
fear. He looks up to see Carl hasn't moved, is in fact looking down at him in a
very predatory way.
"Yeah it was, but you know what it means?" He asks as he steps forward on the
balls of his feet. Now Patrick really feels hunted.
"No, what does it mean?" He's still freaking over the close call with Carl's
dad. He shouldn't come into Carl's cell, he couldn't resist Carl, he already
knew that.
"It means he's not coming back up here so I can do this." So saying Carl kneels
and begins to open Patrick's own cargos.
"Shit Carl! We'll get caught, stop it!" But he doesn't fight hard enough. Carl
has his cargo's open and his hand has pushed into his briefs.
"If I do this right I'll give you something to remember me by Pat, I want to do
that." Carl looks up at Patrick and lowers his head to his dick.
"Shit Carl!" Patrick hisses again but it is too late. Carl already has
Patrick's dick in his hand and Patrick gasps as his fingers pull him gently
from his pants. Looking up at Patrick through his lashes Carl smiles at him
before lowering his head again.
Patrick can feel his dick jerk as Carl's breath teases him. "Oh God." He
whispers softly. His hands come up of their own volition and wind through
Carl's soft hair. He loves Carl's hair.
"Carl! I said get a move on!" Rick's voice bellows from below. Carl jumps and
Patrick heaves a sigh of relief.
"Coming Dad." Carl yells back. Then he turns to Patrick, "Just not with my
dick."
Patrick lowers his head on a laughing sigh. Carl was truly going to kill him.
"Thank F." He mutters even though his hands don't leave Carl's hair. And,
"Shit, dude you're f-ing pouting, dudes don't pout." Patrick huffs a laugh at
the look on Carl's face.
"Well, I'm finally convinced we'll be okay, that I won't go too far without
being ready and my dad is…what do you call it? Cock-blocking? My dad is fucking
cock-blocking me." Patrick can't help the laugh that he lets go. It was funny,
Carl being cock-blocked by his dad.
"Both of us dude. But, it's probably for the best. I did tell you that you
didn't get to suck my cock until I rimmed you to shooting remember?" Patrick is
gratified to see Carl's face flush. He stands up having tucked himself away
again and grabs Carl's pyjama bottoms, yanking on them to bring Carl forward
into his arms. "And dude, I aim to collect on that right f-ing soon." His mouth
swoops down on Carl's and Carl opens his in invitation.
What Patrick loved most about Carl was that he never said no. Carl always
accepted him, no matter what. And Patrick knew that was a hard thing to find in
a significant other. Patrick eventually pulls away from Carl allowing him to
step back and dress.
They walk along the catwalk and downstairs together. They don't touch, they
don't look at each other in any way other than as friends. "So, I've been
thinking." Carl says as they get their breakfast and settle down with Michonne.
He glances around to make sure there isn't anyone else nearby. "Oh, Mich close
your ears." Patrick freezes at that statement and Carl just grins before
continuing, "Now Pat, I figure that if you're gonna rim me before I suck your
dick, then I get to make a deal too." Carl's grin is positively angelic now as
Patrick chokes and splutters his breakfast all over the table.
Michonne stoically thumps him on the back a couple of times without looking up
from her own as Carl offers him a bottle of water.
"Dude…" Patrick hisses before he stops, caught by a coughing fit again. Carl
lifts his eyebrows at Patrick and looks at him through is lashes. He ignores
Michonne's snort.
"Well, I think that if you're gonna do that to me, then you can. But…" he
breaks off to make sure he has Patrick's attention.
"What?" Patrick asks with hesitation now. He knows Carl, he knows he's being
played. But he can't help but fall for it. He figures he always will.
"If you can get through the day saying fuck, out loud, not whispering it or
saying 'f-ing' or 'f' then I figure you're man enough to rim me." Carl wiggles
his eyebrows and stands up taking his plate over to the girl on dishwashing
duty.
He grins at her causing her to fumble taking the dishes from him before he puts
her from his mind and walks back to Patrick and Michonne.
"Deal?" He asks Patrick as he takes up his water bottle.
Patrick sighs as he looks up at him. "Seriously dude?" He asks somewhat
plaintively.
Carl struggles against laughing. The look on Pat's face was almost forlorn, he
looked like he was about to cry.
Wiping the grin from his face and the humour from his voice Carl looks sternly
down at Patrick. "Seriously dude." He answers before he looks at Michonne and
grins. She shakes her head at him and her eyes are caught by someone else
behind him.
Turning Carl sees Daryl. "Hey Daryl, will you help with a bet I have with Pat?"
Carl asks. He feels more than hears Patrick's absolute horror at the thought
that he was going to tell him what the bet was.
"Maybe, what is it?" Daryl hitches his pants and sits down opposite Patrick,
Carl sees him skate a finger across Michonne's knuckles as they rest on her
water bottle and he grins to himself.
"Just some chores. I'll do Pat's for a couple of days if he can say fuck as
fuck, not 'f' or 'f-ing' or whisper it when he says it out on your trip. That
okay?" Carl asks knowing it will be.
"Don't see why not, you game Patrick?" Patrick nods. Then he turns to Carl
"Gonna get you for this dude. Fuck you." He says slowly and deliberately trying
out the word in company. Company that isn't going to tell him not to swear or
rein himself in.
"Patrick, shame on you. I'm not even legal." Carl laughs as he starts to walk
away. He was gonna have some fun with this.
"Fuck you dude." Patrick says again and an imp in Carl can't help answering him
back.
"Anytime, anywhere…dude." He leaves Patrick blushing furiously as he laughs his
way out to his daily chores. He already knew he'd be doing a couple of days
work for Patrick because from the temper on his face Patrick was determined to
win this bet.
And if he was being honest, he really wanted Pat to win. Having decided that
rimming was going to be fun, Carl couldn't wait to experience it. He frowns as
he settles down to work throughout the day and his mind works through various
places they could go for such a thing. It wasn't going to be easy to carry out.
"Shit." Carl mutters to himself. "Shit." But he couldn't deny the jump his dick
gave when he thought of Patrick kissing and licking him there. He couldn't deny
that at all.
A smile ghosts over his face as Carl remembers the explanation Pat had given
him when he'd asked what rimming was. It made him chuckle to himself now to
think of it when Pat had explained it months ago.
Carl frowns, pausing in his work. It had been months. He and Pat had been
together, fooling around now for nearly four months. Carl looked around him.
They'd had a season together. Shaking his head Carl thinks on that. A season,
he'd been with Patrick. And he still hadn't asked him if they were boyfriends.
They were though. Carl decided suddenly. And he'd tell Pat that even if they
didn't tell anyone else. If Pat was gonna rim him he was gonna be Carl's
boyfriend and know it before he did.
"So did you already know what rimming was or did Pat have to explain that to
you too?" Michonne asks as she wanders over and starts helping Carl again. She
usually helped him when she was around.
"No, Pat had to explain it to me, was funny." Carl answers her. Michonne shakes
her head.
"I bet." Michonne shakes her head. "So why did you do that in front of me this
morning? Need witnesses or something?"
"Yeah, he's sixteen now, he should be able to swear when he wants to, I mean
it's the end of the world and all that jazz." Carl grins over at Michonne's
snort of laughter at his sarcasm.
"Getting a mouth on you runt, Patrick's rubbing off." They work companionably
for a while before Michonne continues. "So how did Pat explain rimming then?"
Carl smiles to himself at Michonne referring to Patrick as Pat.
"Patrick." He says in return stopping to watch her to make sure she got the
message. Raising an eyebrow Michonne stops and looks back. She suddenly
realises Carl's growth spurt has hit. He's her height now and she can tell he's
still growing.
Nodding her head to show she understands she nevertheless confirms Carl's
statement verbally. "Patrick." Carl's smile nearly blinds her. Shaking her head
she starts back to their work again. It's some time before Carl answers though
Michonne doesn't pressure him. Their relationship is like that. If Carl wasn't
going to answer, he'd say so.
"Well he blushed when he told me, I mean it was funny because he was all macho
when he said he was going to rim me and then when I asked him what it was he
looked like he'd stepped in dog shit or something." Carl laughs and Michonne
grins.
"I can respect that. You ask the damnedest questions right out of the blue you
know runt." Michonne looks over at Carl seriously, making him aware that what
he asked affected people. Carl frowned.
"Yeah, Pat said I had um, no mouth filter sometimes, is that the same thing?"
Michonne nods.
"Oh well, anyway. He said…"
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"Shit." Patrick scrubs his hands over his face, pushing his glasses up on his
head. Why the F did he think he could get one up on Carl? He was f-ing stupid
to think that. He knew, he f-ing knew that Carl was quick, smart and not afraid
to ask questions. "F, it's when someone kisses your arsehole, licks it and
stuff Can make you come if it's done right." Patrick sighs and waits for the
inevitable questions.
"So when Dad and Daryl are talking about someone being an arselicker, that's
what they're talking about? People actually do that?" Carl's voice is raised
several octaves in what Patrick thinks is amazed disgust.
"Shit." He says again. "Kind of, can we not do this until we're finished
working? I'm liable to hoe my freaking foot trying to explain this dude." Carl
merely nods and Patrick can tell he's thinking on it and storing up questions.
"I swear dude, you must have lived in a bubble or something." He mutters as he
puts his glasses back on. He yelps when a clod of dirt suddenly slaps him on
the backside. "Dude, what was that for?"
"For you making fun of me, it's not my fault my parents didn't let me do stuff
like yours." Carl says and Patrick nods suddenly.
"Yeah you're right, sorry Carl." Patrick calls Carl by his name as he rarely
does.
The smile he gets in return takes the sting out of the dirt and the fact that
Carl still has a parent alive when he doesn't. "And it's not like my parents
let me, I was good with computers and stuff, I broke their parental controls
before they knew where they were." Patrick says and Carl snorts.
"You rebel you." They both laugh and finish their work in silence.
When they get back to the lean-to Patrick sits down and drinks some water.
Pushing his glasses up on his head again he rubs the bridge of his nose. Carl
rolls a drum and sits on it in front of Patrick so he's facing him. Drinking
his own water he waits for Patrick to speak.
"When people talk about someone being an arselicker, it's not a compliment. It
means someone will do anything to get in good with someone, to be on the
inside?" Patrick question his last sentence looking at Carl to see if he
understands.
"They're sucking up, or suck-ups?" Carl questions.
Patrick nods. "Exactly, I guess the term arselicker came from rimming, I don't
know." Carl interrupts before Patrick can explain further.
"So why is it called rimming then? Why not arselicking?"
"Carl, geez. It's not like I can look it up on urban dictionary dot-com now. I
don't know the answer to that okay?" Carl nods. "I only know that rimming
refers to the person who is doing it moving their tongue in a circle around
your entrance."
"Well, have you been rimmed then Pat?" He asks eagerly. Patrick closes his
eyes.
"Yeah and yes I've rimmed as well. I love it." He answers the next questions he
can see on Carl's face.
"But," Carl pauses to wrinkle his nose. "Didn't it taste like poop and stuff?"
Patrick laughs, "Good question dude and once I caught that taste yeah. The
other couple of times we'd both just had shower so it was good." He stops at
looks at Carl who is staring back at him with his eyes wide and cheeks flushed.
His freckles are standing out again. Dammit, guy was hot. He was such a goner.
"Anyway, when I rim you," Patrick lets himself go, saying every dirty, filthy
thought of rimming and Carl that he's had in his brain since he'd started to
crush on him. "When I rim you, you'll be freshly showered. You'll be warm and
your skin will be so soft it'll feel like my oldest and softest t-shirt. I'll
start at your lips, biting them and sucking them until they're swollen like
they were before. So anyone seeing you dude, will know you've been kissed. Then
I'd go down your neck, licking you as I went. And I'd stop some and play with
your nipples." Carl frowns and opens his mouth but Patrick continues on before
he can speak.
"Then I'd kiss and lick your chest and stomach. By now you'd be hard, begging
for me to touch you. You might have even come already. When I get down to your
hips though, I'd flip you over and I'd spread your arse dude. I'd look at you
first, just look at your hole and tell you how I was going to touch it, how I
was going to lick it and bite it, how I was going to push my tongue inside you
there and just do that over and over until you came." Patrick breaks off with a
smile as Carl comes now.
Sitting on the drum he'd seen Carl's dick get hard like his had. And he'd
watched as he spoke. Carl had squirmed and spread his legs, he hadn't touched
his dick but he'd come anyway from Patrick's words alone. Now that was cool.
"Way cool dude, I want to talk you to an orgasm again, that was way cool."
Carl just breathes heavily for a few minutes, getting his breath back. "I still
think it sounds weird, but you make it sound sexy too Pat. So I'm game if you
are." Patrick grins.
"Oh, you'll like it dude, you came from me talking about it, you'll like it a
lot." Carl snorts and shocks the hell out of him as he gets up to go and finish
doing his own chores.
"I came because I was listening to your voice, I was hearing you, not thinking
about you rimming me Pat." Patrick blinks and feels himself flush.
"Dude, seriously?" He asks.
"Yeah Pat, I like your voice, it's nice." Patrick shakes his head.
"Later, showers?" He starts backing away and Carl nods.
"Yeah, tonight." He looks at Carl who looks back and then before Patrick can
move, Carl has stepped forward quickly and laid a kiss on his lips. Patrick
kisses him back and then turns and takes off. His smile is a mile wide and he's
sure if he looked back Carl's would be too.
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"Showering first is a good idea, get yourself clean. But Patrick is right about
one thing. It is an amazing feeling. Just make sure you're comfortable because
the first time it feels a little weird." Michonne says to Cal as he finishes
recounting the conversation he'd had with Patrick. She is smiling at the
thought of Patrick eventually rimming Carl.
"Hey Mich?" Carl asks.
"Hmm?" Michonne answers as she thinks of Carl's father and Daryl suddenly.
Carl's story had left her a little short of breath herself.
"I just want you to know that whatever our evacuation plan is, our emergency
plan, Pat comes with us." Carl stops and looks at Michonne as he says this. He
knows that Michonne will understand what he's saying.
"You told your Dad?" Michonne asks him quietly.
"I'm going to tonight." Carl answers her. Michonne nods.
"Got it. For what it's worth, he makes a good addition, comfortable." She
pauses before continuing. "Or he will be when he can say two words to me
without stuttering." Carl laughs.
"Stop scaring him then." Michonne laughs now.
"Where is the fun in that?"
"Mich. For me?" Carl turns to look at her and Michonne finds herself nodding a
yes before she knows where she is. That look. Patrick was right. That look was
lethal. The raised eyebrows with the looking up under the lashes. Shaking her
head Michonne realised why Patrick looked a little stunned sometimes.
"For you runt, for you alone." Michonne answers Carl's plea.
Carl smiles as they return to their work. He can't wait for Pat to get back
even though he'd only been gone a few hours.
He missed him already.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Five days. They've been gone five days. Daryl had only said two to three. Carl
paces the fence line, nearly climbing it.
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Rick watches him. He has started to shoot up these past few months. And there
is a confidence in him that Rick hadn't noticed before. Puzzling over Carl's
anxiety he continues his work. Thinking back on four nights ago when Carl had
told him that their immediate family evacuation plan now needed to include
Patrick.
He shouldn't have been surprised, they'd become good friends. Better than Rick
had ever thought or hoped they would. They reminded him of him and Shane.
Except, there was no competition between Carl and Patrick. They were simply
very good friends. They never even seemed to argue that he'd seen so far in the
months they'd been hanging around together. He and Shane had certainly argued
like a couple of feral dogs at times.
It was nice for Carl to have someone his own age. When they go to get the
horses Michonne had seen they'll take Patrick. Rick and Daryl and Michonne were
going and Rick wanted to take Carl so he could see how Carl felt about their
relationship and moving on in that aspect from his mother.
Having Patrick along would give Carl someone to vent to if needed. And someone
his own age to be with. Not to mention someone to sleep with. Rick shakes his
head at that. But Carl was fourteen or thereabouts now. He needed peers,
companions of his own.
"Your runt is worried, he's going to be suggesting we go look for them by
sundown I'd wager." Michonne sneaks up as she always does. Daryl and Carl are
the only ones who've ever heard her coming.
Rick looks over with a frown. "You think?" He questions quietly as they stop to
watch Carl more obviously.
"I do, he's close with Patrick. And Daryl. And he's a little anal about
timetables like someone else I know." Rick turns back to Michonne with a slight
grin.
"I'm anal?" He questions with a small knowing look.
"Hmm, maybe I should rephrase that to say you're into anal." Michonne moves
off, ambling toward Carl as Rick shakes his head at her rare joke and goes back
to his work. Something teases his brain for a second and he looks up and over
at Carl as Michonne walks toward him. No sooner does it float to the surface of
his consciousness than he hears a vehicle.
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Carl looks for the vehicle, he recognises the sound of it before he sees it. He
moves at a fast jog to the gates and hauls on the rope to open them as Michonne
takes care of the Walker lingering there. He lets the rope go and watches the
vehicle move up to their parking lot.
He begins to jog there too only to be pulled up by Michonne. "Runt." She calls
out as she walks to him slow and steady like always.
"What?" Carl asks irritated.
"Calm down, you'll give yourself away." Michonne answers him quietly as she
comes abreast of him. Carl nods and they walk toward the vehicle. He can see
Daryl getting out along with Patrick. Both are walking, moving their arms okay.
Neither of them seem to be favouring anything. But Carl won't breathe easier
until he knows neither of them is harbouring a bite.
"Shit." He says quietly to himself. "Shit."
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Michonne looks across at Carl. "You good to speak to him right now?" She asks
Carl as they walk toward Patrick and Daryl.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm just, I missed him you know?" Carl answers her softly. His
eyes have never moved from Patrick's form.
"I do know yes." Michonne returns. "Be careful now, there are eyes everywhere
today." Michonne is looking around with a slight frown. Carl breaks eye contact
with Patrick and does the same. She's right, people are everywhere this
afternoon.
"Am I missing something?" He asks with puzzlement.
"If you are then I am too." Michonne looks around, no one seems to be doing
anything in particular but she doesn't remember seeing this many people around
like this before. Rick falls into step with them. "Are we missing something? An
event?" Michonne questions him jerking her chin at all the people around.
Rick frowns, trying to remember. "Yeah, Herschel was asked to be celebrant for
the couple expecting over in A block." Rick finally remembers. He sees Carl and
Michonne relax and he frowns. But he looks ahead to Daryl. "He looks okay." He
says quietly to Michonne and she nods. "You go, I'll stay back with Carl." Rick
sees Carl start and look at him but he doesn't say anything.
"Runt needs to come, he has to check whether Patrick won a bet or not."
Michonne says without looking at either male. She meanders forward and Carl
goes with her, Rick staying back. "You owe me runt." She says quietly when
they're out of Rick's earshot.
"Thanks Mich." Carl simply answers. She shakes her head as she realises he's
whole attention is on Patrick. Who is looking at Carl.
"Down boy." She says slapping a hand on Carl's shoulder before he can move
forward he looks up at her but she is looking at Patrick, when he looks at her
she shakes her head infinitesimally. He nods and takes a step back.
Looking at Carl he mouths the words 'I'm okay.' And then he turns and moves to
the back of the truck to grab some of the haul they've got and start unpacking.
Carl takes a deep breath and holds it. Michonne's fingers sink in harder before
he shakes free.
"I got it Mich." Carl says as he moves forward and takes some of the haul Daryl
and Patrick have ended up with. Michonne looks at him and knows he's under
control. She steps up to Daryl and looks him over. Her hand flicks out quickly
and smacks him in the back of the head once she sees for herself that he's okay
as well.
"Ow, what the fuck?" He questions her rubbing the back of his head.
"You caused us unnecessary worry. You do it again and you'll be self-servicing
for a long time to come Redneck, got that?" Daryl frowns at her as she stares
him down.
"Oh for," Daryl breaks off stepping back as Michonne raises a hand again.
She stops and draws breath knowing full well she can't afford to lose her
temper, it's not a pretty sight and one she only wishes on the Governor. So far
Carl is the only one these days who is unafraid of her in full temper and who
can talk her down.
"Daryl, you convinced me to stick around, I'm sticking around for you, Rick and
the runt. Because you asked me to. That means it runs both ways. You can't go
off saying you'll be two or three days and then be gone for five, I worried,
Rick worried. And Carl worried about Patrick. We're…pack." Michonne decides
after a few seconds of searching for a word.
"Pack?" Daryl questions her stepping forward.
"Fits better than family. We are, all of us animals these days." Michonne
answers him.
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Daryl shrugs before he skates a hand down her arm, soothing her as if she were
a skittish mare. Rick comes up as he's letting go and he steps between them and
subtly bumps a hip into Daryl's.
"She's right, got to be better in future." He says no more though not wanting
to start an argument out here in public.
"What's with all the people?" Daryl asks instead knowing they've said their
piece and that he's gotten the message.
"Wedding ceremony from block A." Glenn says as he comes up. "Where's Carl? He
wants a driving lesson and I have to burn some Walkers, it's as good a time as
any." Glenn says. Michonne steps forward.
"I'll go get him, tell him to meet you at the jeep?" Glenn nods and Michonne
walks off. Rick and Daryl frown after her. She's moving fast, not running or
even jogging but she's still moving fast.
Then Rick feels Daryl skate a hand down his arm like he'd done Michonne's.
"When do we head out for the horses?" He asks as he grabs up another haul. Rick
copies him and they walk toward the prepping area.
"Few days? Give you and Patrick a break first I figure. Couple of decent
night's sleep before we head back out." Rick walks alongside Daryl as they head
in. They nearly bump into Carl coming out in a rush to meet Glenn.
"Sorry!" He exclaims on a rush of breath as he skips between Daryl and Rick and
goes back on outside. Daryl frowns after him. He'd been flushed and his
freckles were standing out on his face. And his eyes. He looks forward as
Michonne and Patrick come toward them as well at a more sedate pace.
Patrick is flushed as well. And, his lips are swollen, same as Carl's Daryl
realises. His eyes widen for a fraction of a second but before he can even
begin to think of what to say Michonne is in front of him. She grabs his haul
and speaks.
"Head on out and get the rest, I've got this. Patrick's gonna give Carl and
Glenn a hand with the Walkers." She jerks her head at Patrick and he nods and
takes off as well. Daryl stands and watches him go as his brain fries. Fuck.
"It's not your business Redneck, let it be." Michonne says to him firmly. Daryl
looks at her.
"Fuck." He says simply as he drops his head. Shaking it he turns to do as
Michonne says. She's right, it's not his business. Unless they make it his
business.
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Patrick drops off his haul and sighs. It was good to be back. Not home, but
back. He begins to head back out when he runs into Carl. They stop and stare at
each other. Apart from a single overnight absence, this is the first time
they've been apart since they started fooling around.
"Pat, I missed you." Carl speaks softly. Patrick smiles.
"Missed you too retard." Carl laughs at him now. And then heedless of people
around them he dumps his haul and pushes Patrick across the hall into the
alcove and against the wall where he latches his mouth on Patrick's and kisses
him senseless.
Groaning into Carl's mouth Patrick flicks his tongue out at the same time he
raises his hands and pushes them through Carl's messy and sweaty hair. They
catch on the knots there as Carl hasn't bothered to brush it the past few days
due to worrying about Patrick being gone.
They rub their dicks together and dry hump, their low moans pushed into each
other's mouths. It's hard and fast and dirty and they both come quickly. Carl
is still leaning on Patrick, their arms looped around each other when they hear
someone walking toward them. They pull apart and stand upright still breathing
hard.
Michonne looks them over and shakes her head. "Runt, Glenn is offering a
driving lesson if you help with burning the Walkers." Carl nods and moves off,
stopping to squeeze Patrick's arm he looks back.
"Shower tonight?" Patrick nods.
"Patrick should help you with the Walkers, I can help Daryl." Michonne says as
she looks at them both. "Work might calm the two of you down enough to comport
yourselves in company by then." She says with a straight face. Carl snorts and
takes off at a trot. Patrick and Michonne follow at a slower pace.
"He missed you." Michonne says to him.
Jumping slightly Patrick glances at her. Michonne realises he's her height now,
taller actually. Both he and Carl had grown these past months. "Uh, I missed
him too." He says softly. Michonne smiles and Patrick's eyes widen as he looks
at her. She wasn't teasing him. As if she reads his mind she speaks.
"Runt made me promise to stop hassling you, you treat him well in return though
or you won't know the meaning of the word hassle. Got that?" Patrick blinks at
Michonne.
"Yeah, I got that. I will, he's more likely to break my heart anyway." He says
without inflection.
"Maybe not. I think we, neither of us give him enough credit there. The longer
I see him with you, the more I think that." Michonne says no more as they come
across Daryl and Rick. Patrick feels Daryl's eyes on him as he continues on but
he ignores it, moving past and out to their parking area.
Glenn, shit. Carl and Glenn, double shit. It hadn't taken him long to process
things and realise who Carl's crush had been. Glenn. He was a nice guy. He was
just a nice straight guy.
Patrick wasn't. He wasn't sure what Carl was and he wasn't asking whether Carl
had any inkling either. He'd tell Patrick when he'd worked it out. Or more
likely he'd question Patrick to death as he worked it out. Patrick sighs as he
gets outside and sees Carl laughing at Glenn. He was nearly the same height
now. They both were.
He walks up to them resolutely ignoring his sticky underwear and trousers and
thankful that he's wearing a long baggy shirt to cover any incriminating
stains.
"Michonne said I should help too Glenn, that okay with you?" Patrick asks by
way of a greeting.
"Sure Patrick, jump on in, but Carl is driving." Glenn says and then stops,
looking at Patrick. "Do you know how to drive?" Patrick nods.
"Yeah, I never got to get a license but my dad liked cars and he taught me when
I was real young on his parent's farm. I can drive an automatic, a stick, a
tractor, a bike and a harvester if I need to." Patrick frowns as he thinks if
he can drive anything else. "Oh and a bus." He finishes and Glenn's jaw is
dropping.
"A bus?" He says.
"Yeah, my Grandpa drove the district school bus, so he kept it during the
summer, why?"
"Uh, don't know but I never thought of you as country, guess I thought you were
a city dude like me." Glenn says with a grin as he motions Carl into the
driver's seat.
"Well I am, technically. It's just that my Dad wasn't and we spent every summer
on his parent's farm and they were really into teaching stuff. Plus it was less
of a pain to stay around and learn what they wanted to teach than to try to fit
in with the local kids." He gets in the back seat and waits for Glenn to
instruct Carl on the vehicles workings.
He notices Carl looking at him in the rearview mirror with a frown. He frowns
back and Carl turns his attention to Glenn's instructions. Stupid, that was
stupid. He knew Carl was going to ask him about all of that later on and like a
freaking sissy he was going to tell him the truth.
And the truth sucked. In the old world Patrick had been a geek who'd spent
summers on his Grandparents farm staying close by so he wasn't bullied. His
grandparents let him, they taught him what they knew of machines and crops and
farming and animals. That was why Daryl had no issue with him, he already had
knowledge.
Patrick thinks how surprised Daryl had been when he'd realised what he already
knew. When he'd asked why he hadn't told anyone, Patrick had said no one had
asked him because he was a kid. Daryl had snorted and said that wasn't a
mistake he'd make again. He'd actually muttered something about he and Carl
being a perfect match which Patrick didn't get at first until he'd realised he
was talking about their knowledge. Patrick struggled with guns, Carl didn't but
Carl struggled with machines and stuff and Daryl now knew Patrick didn't.
Truth was back in the old world a guy like Carl wouldn't have given him the
time of day because he was a geek, a geeky geek. Computers, online shit, role-
playing games, math, programming, hacking. You name it and Patrick excelled at
it.
He didn't have a lot of trouble at his school, it was academic based so most of
the kids were like him. He was actually kind of regular at his school. But at
the farm, well that was a different matter. His pale skin, glasses and polo
shirts without band or TV show's plastered across them gave him away, not to
mention that his clothes weren't ripped or torn or dirty.
So he'd been a neat kid, sue him. Shaking his head he lets he it roll with the
vehicle as it stops and starts, jerking him back to the here and now. He puts
up with it. But Glenn is a shitty teacher. For about fifteen minutes according
to the clock on the dash his head jerks back and forth until Patrick thinks its
about to fall off. Scowling, he finally can't help himself anymore.
"Dude, what are we in Australia with all the freaking kangaroo hopping?" He
finally breaks into Carl and Glenn's discussions. "Glenn, you're a shit teacher
dude, do you mind if I take over?" Patrick asks even as he stands and jumps out
of the jeep, he opens Glenn's door not giving him a chance to refuse. His head
is splitting so much he doesn't care if he's offended Glenn at all right now.
Glenn shakes his head though and gets out and climbs into the back seat.
Patrick gets in the front. He looks at Carl and takes a deep breath. "Okay, you
know how you groom Michonne's mare dude?" He asks Carl. Carl nods. "Good,
smooth and slow, even yeah?" Carl nods again. "Okay then, when you put your
foot on the clutch you let it out the same way. When you change gears, you do
it the same way. It's all about rhythm, seamless like yeah?" He questions.
Carl is staring at him with his mouth agape, cheeks flushed. Shit. "Carl!"
Patrick says sharply even as his own dick twitches in response to Carl's
flushed face.
"Yeah, sorry Pat. Smooth. Okay. I can do this." He pushes the clutch in with
his other foot on the brake, then he puts his hand on the gearshift and his
other hand turns the key again. Patrick moves his left hand over Carl's right
one on the gearshift.
"Let me do the gears for now, focus on your feet and the steering yeah?"
Patrick says. Carl nods and moves his hand out from under Patrick's on the
stick. Patrick shifts into first gear. He looks down to see how many gears the
jeep has. "We wouldn't get beyond about third doing this would we?" he asks
Glenn.
Glenn nods mutely as he watches Carl move off slowly and smoothly as Patrick
had directed. "Clutch." Patrick says as the engine gets to the top of its revs
in first gear. Carl pushes the clutch in and Patrick changes to second. "Smooth
now, let it out." Carl pulls his foot off the clutch obeying Patrick to the
letter. The jeep moves into second gear with no hops this time. Patrick hears
Glenn breathe a sigh of relief in the back seat.
"Good, really good retard." Carl snorts a laugh though he doesn't look at him,
concentrating instead on moving over the terrain as they turn outside the gates
to grab the Walkers they've put down so far today.
"That's kind of mean isn't it?" Glenn says from the back seat. Patrick opens
his mouth having forgotten Glenn was there. But Carl beats him to it.
"No, it's a nickname, like Daryl calls you Chinaman." Glenn frowns but doesn't
say anything more.
Patrick ignores Glenn as they come up on the first Walker. He gets Carl to
brake smoothly and then he jumps out with Glenn to grab the Walker. They repeat
the process only having to kill one other who gets too interested. Then they're
turning back and driving to where they have the burning pit for the Walkers.
While he and Glenn toss them in and set them on fire, Patrick has Carl sit in
the jeep and practice changing gears without the engine on. It's not something
that should be done but Carl needed to learn and learn fast preferably.
The sun is setting when they return. Patrick gets out of the jeep and
stretches. It has been a long freaking day. And Carl had managed the return
trip without any trouble. Next time he should be okay to start changing the
gears himself too.
"Dinner first Pat?" Carl questions him as Glenn moves on inside.
"Yeah dude, sounds good, feel like I'm about to fall asleep just standing
here." They move inside together, happy to be back in each other's space. Their
physical rhythm is back now as well.
"Next time you go, I want to go too. It felt too weird not being with you."
Carl says quietly. Patrick stops and stares at him. "Will you be my boyfriend
Pat?" Carl asks quietly as they start to walk inside again.
Patrick looks over to see Carl watching him in return. Steady and even, no
anticipation, no fear. Just a question. And yet Patrick knows by the complete
stillness, the lack of emotion that his answer means a lot to Carl.
"Yeah dude. Between us for now yeah?" He says just as calmly and quietly in
return.
He is gifted by that blinding smile Carl reserves for very few people these
days. And the ducking of his head so he looks over at Patrick through his
lashes.
"Its no one else's business Pat, no one's at all, not now, not ever." The
sudden vehemence in Carl's tone startles Patrick but before he can comment
they're in the communal kitchen. They grab dinner and Patrick sees the girl on
duty serve Carl and try to flirt. He smirks to himself when he sees Carl return
her smile while remaining totally oblivious to her flirting.
Thank fuck. Which reminded him. "Dude, you owe me two days chores, I say fuck
now without hesitation, Daryl taught me." Carl's smile turns from the girl to
Patrick.
"I figured I'd lose, just say when. Let's sit with Dad and Mich and Daryl."
Carl smiles and waits for Patrick to be served. The girl pays him little
attention, still trying to engage Carl who is just not aware of her. Patrick
feels like telling her to give it up, that Carl is taken, but he can't and he
won't. Like Carl said, what they are is no one's business but theirs.
As they sit down Rick stops and looks at Patrick. "So Patrick, it seems you can
drive, not only can you drive you're an excellent teacher." Patrick frowns and
Rick elaborates. "Glenn was just here, he said that you have Carl driving
already without any real issue."
Patrick shrugs. "He's like a sponge you know, kind of just soaked everything
up. Wish I was like that with guns." He answers honestly. Carl had been like a
sponge, it was easy because he could give Carl a visual.
Rick nods as does Daryl who is looking at him through narrowed eyes. "I'm
thinking you should be given new chores, teaching the young ones some practical
stuff, and a couple of the ladies can't drive, they should all be able to drive
a stick at least. I'm gonna suggest to the Council you be put in charge of
driving lessons and maybe basic mechanics since I know you know that too." He
smiles and Patrick gulps and nods.
"Uh, sure. I mean I don't have a problem with that."
"Sounds good actually, I can help Rick and Carl can be Patrick's assistant or
whatever once he's learned what Patrick thinks he needs to know. And Carl can
teach you guns as well, it's a skill you should have Patrick, especially being
outside the walls so much. It'll keep you safer." Michonne says to them all.
She continues on before Daryl can say anything else. "Can we spare gas to take
a second vehicle for the horses? If so Carl and Patrick can drive it, it'd be
good practice for Carl especially." Rick nods and Daryl lowers his head for a
minute before he looks up on a breath and nods.
"Yeah, we can and that's a good idea, can you drive a vehicle with a trailer
though Patrick?" He asks Patrick. Patrick looks at him knowing he's realised
something about he and Carl, he didn't know what exactly but something.
"Yeah, yeah I can." Daryl nods and goes on to say they'll prep the vehicles
tomorrow. Michonne frowns when she's put in charge of food to take but makes no
comment.
Patrick eats his dinner letting the conversation roll around him. He was being
accepted as part of the group. Daryl was getting him to do more stuff than hunt
with him and do his grunt work. He was being accepted. Patrick feels tears
prick the back of his eyelids. He finally, for the first time since he'd lost
his family felt like he might have a chance at a new home here.
With Carl, through Carl, even though it had been Glenn and Maggie and Sasha
that had found him. With Carl and through Carl, Patrick finally felt like he
was home again. He clears his throat softly not drawing attention to himself.
He should have known better though. Feeling Carl's leg rub against his slightly
before Carl shifted and unobtrusively just rested his leg there so it looked
like they were just touching accidentally Patrick knew though he was comforting
him, he'd realised he was upset about something. Clearing his throat again he
stands up, placing a hand on Carl's shoulder he grabs his plate as well as his
own and taking Rick, Daryl and Michonne's too he drops them off at the
dishwasher.
The girls on duty there are talking about Carl. They ignore him as though he
doesn't exist. Shaking his head Patrick goes back to the seat and sits down
letting Carl once again rest his leg on his. It comforts him, the small touch
from his boyfriend.
His boyfriend. He liked that.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     Just reiterating chapter one. Explicit slashy smut is a feature; yes
     in this chapter.
Carl listens to his parents talk about the trip and decide on the vehicles and
plan the roads they'll take. It was how he was beginning to think of Mich and
Daryl now, parents like his father. He knew they'd never replace his mother and
he also knew his mother would be happy that his Dad had found someone else,
elses? To share his life with.
Knowing it wasn't traditional wasn't bothering Carl. What had bothered him was
not seeing his father happy.
They don't do too much tonight though, their conversation changes soon after
Patrick clears their dishes. Carl sits quietly with Patrick just listening.
Then he sees Patrick yawn out of the corner of his eyes. Standing up Carl
speaks to his father. "Gonna grab a shower Dad, see you all in the morning.
Coming Pat? You need one too."
Patrick stands with a nod. "Yeah, good idea. I'll put dirt and stuff all over
the sheets otherwise, night everyone." He gives a blanket goodnight. Carl leans
over and kisses Michonne on the cheek and she grins at Patrick as he does so.
Patrick flushes when she crooks her finger at him. Leaning down he's surprised
when she busses his cheek.
"Night boys, don't do anything I wouldn't do now." She grins wickedly as Daryl
chokes on the water he was drinking and Rick just laughs.
"Well that leaves a lot of options now doesn't it Pat?" Carl questions as
Patrick just gapes at him.
Laughing Carl drags him away before the flush Patrick can feel makes itself
known to Daryl and Rick.
Carl is still laughing as he stops in his cell for his pyjamas and a towel.
Then they move across to D block and Patrick's cell. As they get there he
frowns. "Pat, do you want to move into my cell block?"
Patrick looks at Carl. "Would I be allowed?" Carl frowns.
"Let me run it by Dad, I don't think it'll be a problem, especially since
you're part of our family now, but I'll check. The women can be weird about
some stuff." Carl and Patrick walk to the showers. It's a busy time of night,
they won't be alone. "But if you can, do you want to? You'd get your own room."
Patrick nods. "I'd love to, be nice to not be in different cell blocks you
know?" Carl nods.
"I'd like being closer to you too." Patrick hauls Carl up close against him
suddenly and lays a kiss on him. Carl responds as he always does. He'd missed
Pat, a lot.
They break away as they hear footsteps and continue to the showers. As they get
there, they go in and take adjoining cubicles. Before they switch the water on
Patrick leans across to Carl. "Wash that arse good boy, it's mine tonight." He
grins salaciously as Carl's face turns a dull red and his freckles stand out in
bold relief.
"Yeah?" Carl finally says to him as his fingers strangle his cake of soap.
Grinning Patrick just nods. "Yeah." He ducks his head under the shower rinsing
his hair and looks over to see Carl doing the same. He watches Carl wash his
body though not too closely. Wouldn't do to get a hard on around other's in the
shower. But he can tell Carl does pay attention to washing his butt thoroughly,
as he does himself. He's not gonna expect Carl to reciprocate, but he's sure as
hell going to be ready if he does.
They towel off and dress in their pyjamas, or the equivalent of and both put
their boots back on. As they walk back toward their cells Carl suddenly pulls
the same move Patrick did some months ago and shoves him into an unused room.
This one a storage room. It was full of, mattresses of all things. Patrick
watches Carl push in the lock and then drop a mattress across the door and then
he moves to some other mattresses and leaning across them he produces a lantern
which he switches on as he then switches off the torch he'd flicked on when
he'd shut the door.
"Premeditated dude, I'm impressed." Patrick smiles as Carl flushes.
"I knew you'd win the bet, I put this here the day you left." He answers
looking at Patrick.
"You made that bet deliberately didn't you?" Patrick asks knowing already
Carl's answer is yes. Carl answers with a nod. Then he places his dirty clothes
on another mattress along with his towel and steps forward relieving Patrick of
his bundle as well, placing it on top of his own clothing.
Stepping out of his boots Carl stands and looks at Patrick, waiting for him to
proceed. Shaking his head Patrick steps out of his own boots and then steps
into Carl's welcoming arms. Fisting his hands in Carl's now clean and soaking
wet hair he pulls on it. Carl's head arches back exposing his neck and his now
fully formed Adam's apple.
"Fuck, I wish I could suck your neck dude, it is so fucking sexy." Patrick
says. He's deliberately using the word fuck, to show Carl he can use it. And
because right here and now with Carl it's appropriate.
Patrick knew that his hesitation over saying it was the last vestige of his
childhood disappearing, never to return. Now, he could say it and he would say
it. He was an adult in this new world now, where he wouldn't normally have been
an adult really for another several years.
Carl moans, "I want you to Pat, I want people to see it and know you put it
there." Patrick closes his eyes as his dick jumps and rubs against Carl's own
erection. They rub together a few times before Patrick finally slants his mouth
over Carl's and kisses him again.
He takes Carl's moan into his own mouth this time and returns it as their
tongues duel lazily with each other. Patrick tastes the toothpaste they'd
shared mingling between them and something beneath that is simply Carl in all
his beauty. His hands move from Carl's hair down his body until he's holding a
butt cheek in each hand pulling Carl's hard on up against his own.
He jerks when he feels Carl's own hands pushing his sweatpants down over his
hips and backside. Carl pushes on his hips insistently so he can then take them
down over his hard on as well. At the same time he pushes his own pyjama
bottoms off so they're grinding their naked dicks on each other.
Palming Carl's pectoral muscles Patrick feels Carl push into him. It had been a
surprise to them both, Carl's sensitive nipples. Smiling against Carl's lips
Patrick's fingers stroke and pinch them lightly. "Pat!" Carl gasps as he does
so.
Patrick smiles at the sounds coming out of Carl's mouth. He loves being the
cause of those sounds of Carl's. They're downright sexy and make his dick jump
even more against Carl's than it is now. "You like that dude? Feels like you
do, the way they're so hard, I think you like it."
He plays with Carl's nipples now, looking into Carl's blind eyes with his
dilated pupils staring back. "Fuck, dude you are so fucking sexy." With being
able to say fuck now Patrick's tongue has loosened, he's not afraid to tell
Carl what he thinks of him, or maybe it's that he's now officially Carl's
boyfriend. Whatever it is he can tell Carl likes his words by the way his dick
jerks against him. Smiling Patrick leans down and takes one hot nipple in his
mouth sucking on it strongly.
And Carl comes.
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Carl's head falls back as he comes from Patrick sucking on his nipple. He
hadn't even touched his dick yet and he'd already come. "Shit, sorry Pat." He
says breathlessly as his orgasm recedes.
Laughing lightly Patrick kisses him before breaking away, "Nothing to be sorry
for retard, nothing at all, probably better this way, you won't come so quick
when I put my mouth on your hole now." Carl shakes his head.
"I doubt that, something tells me that won't stop me, I mean you make me come
by kissing me Pat, you could probably make me come just by talking to me, or
looking at me." Carl says baldly. He sees the pleased look in Patrick's eyes
and smiles at him in return. Then he steps back again. "Where do you want me?"
He asks quietly.
He watches Patrick look around and then shove a couple of stacked mattresses
flat on the floor and jerk his head at them. "Hands and needs Carl." Nodding
Carl swallows and gets down on the mattress on his hands and knees. He looks
back at Patrick from over his shoulder. Patrick is just staring at his
backside. Carl can tell his eyes have dilated now as well.
"Is this okay Pat? Should I spread my legs wider for you?" Carl wants this to
be perfect for Patrick. He sees Patrick swallow at his words as he looks back
into Carl's eyes. Then he surprises Carl by kneeling beside him.
"Were you serious tonight dude about us being boyfriends?" Carl kneels up and
looks at Patrick.
"Yes Pat I was, why?" Patrick frowns.
"Just us, boyfriends yeah? No one else, no girls or anything, no other guys?"
He sounds uncertain and Carl leans forward sliding his arms around Patrick's
lean waist, he feels the growing muscles under his skin. Patrick was developing
like he was, though he was more defined being a little older.
Laying his head on Patrick's shoulder Carl breathes him in. Then he pulls back.
"Just us, no one else, I don't want anyone but you Pat, no other dudes, no
girls. Just you. Don't you see? It's always been you. I think it'll always be
you." Stretching up Carl kisses Patrick, soft and slow, just a sliding of lips
across Patrick's a confirmation of feelings, a commitment despite their age.
Patrick leans on Carl, pushing him back gently on the mattress. As Carl allows
himself to be pushed back he pulls on Patrick, bringing him down as well until
they're lying prone with Patrick on top of Carl. Carl instinctively spreads his
legs and they both groan as their dicks rub against each other. Patrick thrusts
a few times and Carl reciprocates, moving up. He feels his eyes flutter even as
he sees Patrick's do the same.
Leaning down Patrick sucks lightly on Carl's throat, moving on before he sucks
too hard and leaves a bruise. He stops at Carl's nipples again and makes Carl
moan more with his teasing and licking of them. And then he moves south, slowly
he licks and sucks down Carl's stomach until he's at Carl's navel.
Here Patrick can't help himself. He slides his tongue over Carl's hip and then
looking up to see Carl watching him with his pupils a pure ebony in the lantern
light Patrick smiles and then opens his mouth on Carl's bony hip and sucks
strongly. Carl's back arches off the bed and he comes again all over Patrick's
hand.
A muffled laugh comes from Patrick as he feels Carl's orgasm shoot through him.
Carl moans even more as he comes, he feels Patrick's hand on him and his mouth
sucking on his hip. And then he feels cool air where Patrick's mouth had been.
He looks down as Patrick brushes a thumb against the forming bruise. "That's
what you want to do to my neck?" He asks Patrick who looks up with a predatory
gaze as he nods.
"Yeah dude, I want people to see you're taken, maybe one day I can to that. But
for now? I can look at you and know that underneath your cargos, you have my
mark." Carl feels his erection grow for the third time at Patrick's words. They
spoke to him on his most basic level. He was Patrick's. Just as he wanted. And
Patrick was his.
And then Patrick is gently turning him over on his stomach, his hands are
underneath, pulling him up on his knees and he is spreading Carl's legs so he
is exposed and vulnerable. Carl feels Patrick's hands on his stomach, moving
through the come he has left there twice already tonight. He hears Patrick moan
and looks back over his shoulder to see Patrick licking his come off his
fingers.
"God, Pat." Is all Carl can say as his third erection firms just has hard as
his other two. Patrick just grins at him however.
"Taste good dude." Is all he answers as he looks at Carl. And then Carl sees
him lean down until he can't see him anymore. But he can feel him, his hands on
his backside. And his breath, slow and steady. Carl closes his eyes as he feels
Patrick's fingers run lightly over his backside.
Slowly they glide over his flesh, up his back and down again, over his hips,
down the back of his thighs. So slow they're driving Carl crazy. And he can
feel Patrick's breath on his backside, all the while. And then Carl jerks as he
feels Patrick place a wet, open-mouthed kiss on his left cheek and then his
right.
Then Patrick's hands simply palm his backside and push his buttocks apart even
more. Carl closes his eyes in embarrassment now. But they pop open at Patrick's
words. "You're so sexy dude, so sexy, I wish you could see yourself." Before
Carl can answer Patrick licks him,
From his perineum up to his hole and back again before he settles at Carl's
puckered entrance where he circles his tongue around Carl's hole over and over.
Carl feels like his whole body is on fire. Patrick's tongue is hot and wet on
his skin. His fingers dig into the mattress trying to find purchase as his
knees do.
Shoving with his arms Patrick spreads Carl's thighs even further and Carl
shamelessly moans and without even thinking he puts his hands back holding his
butt cheeks and spreading himself wide open for Patrick's questing tongue. He
hears Patrick moan as he does this but can tell it's a moan of pleasure.
Suddenly he feels pressure on his hole, blunter than Patrick's tongue, harsher.
He flinches but pushes back still aroused. He feels Patrick's finger slide into
him slowly. Patrick's tongue keeps licking and sucking around it, Carl presses
his forehead into the mattress as he whines Patrick's name along with moans and
sounds that he doesn't recognise as coming from his own mouth. He feels his
toes curling in pleasure and his arches cramp along with his calves and thigh
muscles.
Every muscle on his body is jumping in pleasure, cramping, screaming for
relief. And then the finger inside him touches something and Carl's shoulders
jerk, his hands lose purchase on his own cheeks before he scrabbles them back
and spreads himself wide again.
As Patrick's damnable finger continues to prod that spot in Carl he see's stars
and keens in pleasure. And then just when Carl thinks he cannot feel anymore
pleasure Patrick's other hand takes his dick in hand and yanks on it once.
Carl shoots again, everywhere, his come ejects from him with the force of a
bullet, he feels it hit his chin as he feels his backside spasm around
Patrick's finger and tongue. His tongue. Pat was licking him with his tongue.
As Patrick pulls his finger back, keeping his other hand on Carl's cock Carl
pushes back with a protesting sound and finds Patrick's whole mouth buried
between his cheeks. Patrick accepts the invitation and his hands spread over
Carl's as his mouth closes over Carl's hole, he licks it again repeatedly, and
then his tongue stabs inside, inside Carl.
Moaning again Carl feels his dick start to rise for the fourth time. He takes
one of his hands away from his butt and grabs his dick. "Pat," He moans
Patrick's name over and over, Patrick is all he can think of, all he can
visualize.
Jerking his cock off again Carl feel's its soreness, its sensitivity and he
ignores it, too wanton for the arousal Patrick has caused in him yet again. He
is a slave to Patrick's tongue. Patrick pulls his tongue out and starts to
flick it over Carl's hole, back and forth. Over and over. And one of his hands
takes Carl's balls in hand and he cups them gently, holding them and fondling
them.
And for the fourth time that night Carl orgasms. This one is the tail end, he
can tell he's exhausted his dick, but it is by far the most intense. He feels
everything. Patrick's tongue, each individual finger holding his cheeks, the
roughening palm of Patrick's hand cupping his balls, his own calloused hand on
his dick, the slipperiness of it from all the previous times he's come, his
other hand still holding a butt cheek, his come dripping off his face and the
older come drying on his stomach.
Everything is felt and all the more intense for it. Patrick doesn't stop until
Carl flinches a little. Then he pulls back and kisses Carl's butt cheek before
he opens his mouth and sucks on it bruising Carl again. Carl slowly lets
himself go and drops his other hand from his dick. He feels his back and
shoulder muscles still trembling from the unaccustomed position.
Then before he can move Patrick's hands are around his waist raising him up on
his knees and holding him so he leans back on Patrick. Patrick kisses a
shoulder softly and then pulls Carl's unresisting body back until Carl is lying
in a reclining position with Patrick holding him protectively.
Carl feels emotionally drained, he turns in Patrick's arms, burying his head
between Patrick's neck and shoulder, his tears fall silently. Patrick simply
strokes his hand up and down Carl's back letting him cry.
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Fuck. Patrick thought. That had been intense. It had been way intense. More
than when he'd been rimmed himself. It was Carl he knew. Carl made it better.
He had feelings for Carl. And that made it intense. And better. So much better.
Patrick felt tears prick his own eyes and let them slide down the side of his
face into his hair even as he felt Carl relax against him in sleep. He should
wake him to go back to his own cell he knew but he was selfish, he wanted this
time with him. He needed this time with him.
And so closing his own eyes Patrick also slept. Despite his own raging
erection, despite the stickiness of Carl rubbing against him, the heavy smell
of their small room, he slept.
He wakes sometime later in darkness wondering why. He is sleepy, wrung out and
tired from his trip with Daryl. Patrick barely feels the soft pushes against
his body rolling him on his side and pushing a leg up. He obeys them not
realising that he's awake and not dreaming.
And then he feels the faintest of breaths around his backside. And then rough
palms are pushing him apart. He comes fully awake with a shudder of pleasure as
Carl's tongue swipes his hole now. He remembers rimming Carl and that Carl had
come four times by the time he'd finished. He remembers Carl crying and crying
himself and then Carl falling asleep. He must have fallen asleep himself.
Because there is no other way he'd be on his side with Carl's mouth on his
arse. Oh fuck. "Oh fuck." Patrick says breathlessly as Carl's tongue stabs at
his hole before it slides away. He feels a soft laugh ghost over his sensitive
flesh. "You shit." He says to Carl.
Carl pulls away. "Not so far Pat, so far I'm only tasting you, no poop."
Patrick sighs. Shit. Carl was getting a real smart mouth on him, quick to
respond. He's exceeded his master in that respect. "On your knees for me Pat, I
want to do this like you did me. Patrick rolls for Carl onto his knees and
pushes back.
He can feel the faintest of stubble on Carl's face, he was only just now
growing facial hair though his pubic hair had nearly fully grown in. From the
look of his chest he wasn't going to get a lot of hair there like Patrick was
growing. But he was growing a happy trail. Patrick thought it was the sexiest
one he'd ever seen. And from his internet searching days he'd seen heaps.
And then he can't think because this wet thing drags over his hole, around it
and stabs into it before licking away. "Oh God, Carl." He uses Carl's name as
he rarely does. And Carl laughs quietly against his cheek where he stops and
nips at Patrick making him jump. "Oh, Dammit." He says to Carl trying to reach
back and swat at him. Carl just laughs again and before Patrick knows where he
is Carl has latched onto his cheek and began to suck.
Bruising him, just like he'd bruised Carl. "Oh God," Patrick says again as he
feels Carl eventually pull off and then just rasp his tongue over the bruise
repeatedly. "More." He says even as he mimics Carl's movement from earlier and
spreads his own cheeks for Carl's mouth.
"Oh Pat, you're so pretty." Just as Patrick wonders how the hell Carl can tell
he realises Carl had put the flashlight on and was shining it on his, he
swallows. He was shining it on his backside. "Oh God." He says again. He
doesn't have words.
"Can I put a finger in you too?" Carl asks him softly. Patrick feels his hole
clench in anticipation and the gasp he hears from Carl tells him he's seen it
too.
"Yeah." Patrick's voice cracks on the word and he clears his throat. "Yes
please Carl." He answers clearly. Carl immediately pushes a finger against
Patrick's hole and he winces. "Wait." He clears his throat again and removes
his hands kneeling up. Then he turns around and sits, lying down and resting up
on his elbows. Carl is sitting down the other end of the mattress. "Want to put
the lantern on again?" Patrick questions Carl. He sees Carl nod and the torch
goes out and moments later the lantern is on.
They both blink briefly. "You know how Michonne offered to get supplies a while
back dude?" Carl nods. "Cool, did she get anything and did you bring it
tonight?" Carl nods and then shakes his head.
"She did, I've got three tubes of stuff, but it's in my room." He stops and
looks at Patrick, "Shit, sorry Pat."
Patrick shakes his head. "It's fine dude. I could get in you earlier because I
used spit, you can do the same, we should save the slick until we really need
it if we can."
"Really need it?" Carl frowns and Patrick feels a feral smile cross his face.
Carl frowns more.
"For when I fuck you dude." Carl's frown disappears into a grin with the same
ferality that rivals Patrick's. He knows it.
"Or until I fuck you." Carl says softly. Then he sucks two fingers into his own
mouth and Patrick can see his tongue working them, getting them good and wet.
"Oh God." He says again but he bends his knees and lifts and spreads them,
waiting for Carl to lean down and have at him again.
Which he does, tongue sliding over his hole and up his perineum and then
lapping at his balls. "Oh shit, Carl!" Patrick grabs some mattresses behind him
and pulls them forward to prop himself up. Then he moves his arms down and
grabs his knees pulling them to his chest so he is spread wide open for Carl's
mouth and tongue and fingers that are even know pushing into him.
"Is this okay Pat? I'm not hurting you?" Carl asks him quietly as he slowly
pushes his two fingers into Patrick's body.
"It's fine dude, just go slow, it's been awhile yeah? And anytime you want to
have at my balls, you feel free now you hear?" He questions breathlessly
watching as Carl looks at him from under his lashes. He shakes his head trying
to clear it knowing it's a useless effort when Carl looks at him like that.
Instead Patrick just lies back on the mattresses and watches Carl take him
apart.
"God you're so pretty Pat." Carl says to Patrick making him flush, he can feel
the heat crawling all over his face and chest, see it spreading down his body
to his hard dick where even it flushes red. Carl smiles as he watches the
flush, following it with his eyes.
"Dudes are not pretty dude. You call me that again and I'll spank your arse
instead of rimming it next time." He threatens. He is unsurprised to see Carl's
cock jerk at the threat. "Kinky bastard, I fucking knew it." He says aloud and
laughs as he hears Carl laugh. Then his laugh turns into a moan as Carl's
fingers brush against his prostate. "Gonna come from that if you don't watch
it." Patrick warns Carl who cocks an eyebrow at him.
"You can do that?" He asks with amazement. Patrick nods feeling his body flush
again. "Yeah, but another time, you gotta be quick if you're gonna make me
come, I don't know how long we've been gone, your dad…"
Carl interrupts him. "Is with Mich and Daryl, first night back they're only
looking at each other and Jude if she wakes up." He obeys Patrick though and
leans down. He begins to kiss and lick Patrick's balls and Patrick feels them
draw up immediately. He'd not come before and he was way ready now.
And then Carl licks and sucks at his perineum, nipping at it lightly as well as
he experimented with what got Patrick off. Patrick moaned as he felt Carl's
teeth sink into him lightly. He was giving away all his secrets tonight. Carl's
fingers moved gently in and out of him, not doing more than giving a light
brush against his prostate every now and then thankfully. Patrick orgasming
from his prostate was not quiet in any way.
And then Carl looks up at Patrick. Hovers there for a few moments. Patrick
knows he's going to ask him something and that he's going to say yes. "What?"
He asks.
"Can I suck your dick Pat? I've wanted to for the longest time. Can I?" Patrick
closes his eyes. He lets go of his legs and stretches them out. The action
causes Carl's fingers to withdraw from his backside.
"You sure? It's not too much for you? You're definitely ready Carl?" He asks
using Carl's name again.
"I'm sure, I've been thinking about it, I mean I thought about it while you
were away. I'm ready for this. But only if you are too?" He questions Patrick
in return. Patrick frowns.
He suddenly realises he's not ready for Carl to suck him. Or at least not
tonight. He's too wrung out, too tired and they don't have the time really.
Shaking his head he sits up and draws Carl over him, straddling him and sitting
down on his dick. Reaching his hands up, he cups Carl's face and brings him in
for a kiss. It's slow and languid and erotic as all get out.
Pulling back he winds his hands through Carl's now dry hair. "Another time
yeah? I want to be able to do you at the same time. And," Patrick pauses as he
looks up at Carl's eyes. They're ebony in the dim light. "I want it to be
daylight and outside, it's kind of a fantasy." He admits.
Carl's eyes flash and the smile that crosses his face is as sexy as Patrick has
ever seen on him. "I like that idea Pat. I want our first time inside each
other to be outside during the day too." Carl admits. Patrick feels his cock
jerk in happiness at that thought. And that Carl isn't upset about not going
down on him tonight.
"Might be awhile before we can do either of those things though, you gonna be
okay with that Carl?" He's used Carl's name more times tonight than ever before
he thinks. Probably because he feels like Carl is really a part of his life
now. He's family, Patrick's significant other even if other's don't know that.
He figures they will one day when both he and Carl are ready to go public.
Which will not be for a while yet.
"I'm okay with that Pat, we've got other stuff we can do. But how do you want
to come now?" Carl asks as he moves his hips without realising what he's doing.
Patrick looks up at him. God, he was so freaking sexy. All long messy hair,
black eyes, flushed face and freckles and swollen lips. He nearly made Patrick
come just looking at him. And his bruise on his hip. Patrick brushes a thumb
over it before he looks back up at Carl.
"Kneel up for a second." Carl knees up and Patrick grabs his own dick and
pushes it flat on his body. "Kneel down and…oh yeah, that's it." He says as
Carl sits on him and then moves his hips until Patrick's dick is in the grove
of his own buttocks. They looks down and see Patrick's dick sticking out from
under Carl's own drawn up balls.
And they both moan. Patrick grins as he begins to thrust up a little, moving up
and down. Carl catches on, leaning back, arching himself like he was offering
himself to Patrick and making pre-come drip from Patrick's cock down on his
stomach he begins to move back and forth himself.
Instinctively knowing to move in counterpoint to Patrick. They're managing to
simulate sex without having sex. Patrick brings his hand up and spits on it and
then moves it back to Carl's dick. He takes it in hand and jerks him gently,
being mindful of the four orgasms Carl has already had tonight.
He watches as Carl opens his eyes and looks down at him and then making sure
Patrick is watching he lifts his own hands and pinches his nipples. "Dude."
Patrick says. His free hand moves to his own nipples and does the same thing.
He's getting off just watching Carl.
"Sexy Pat, pretty Pat." Carl says looking down at him as he moves his backside
along Patrick's dick.
Patrick feels his balls draw up. "Touch my hole Carl, please." He pleads. Carl
immediately sucks his fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste of Patrick
from when they'd been inside him before and he then slows his hip movements so
he can push his fingers inside Patrick's hole.
He doesn't know what to do movement-wise so he just leaves them there and
slides them around each other. It's enough for Patrick though.
Patrick feels his balls tighten even more and suddenly he feels fingers on his
dick, sliding over it, slippery with pre-come. Carl is fingering his dick as he
slides it forward and it appears under Carl's balls.
"Fuck!" He exclaims as he suddenly orgasms, his come shooting out of his dick
and up his chest in a torrent. He'd not come since before he'd left on his trip
until he'd rubbed off on Carl earlier tonight.
Carl moans as he watches him and comes again himself. Softly and not very much
but he still comes. Patrick laughs as does Carl. And then when Patrick's hole
has stopped spasming he pulls out his fingers and sucks on them again.
"Dude." Patrick says breathlessly as he watches Carl do that. His cock jerks
and Carl pushes down on him, his buttocks holding him prisoner even as his
other hand pulls on his head again. Patrick realises Carl's going to make him
come again. He lies still though he badly wants to move.
Giving Carl complete control over his dick he watches as Carl finishes sucking
on his fingers and then slides them through the come on Patrick's stomach and
begins to suck that as well. He moans when he sees Patrick watching him.
Patrick's hands reach for Carl's nipples and he rolls them and plays with them.
Carl moans now and this time when he swipes his fingers through Patrick's come
he moves them to Patrick's mouth letting him suck himself off. He moans as he
watches Patrick suck off his own come. "You're so sexy Pat." His eyes flash for
a second and Patrick's heart jerks. "And you're mine, Pat, only mine." Patrick
blinks at the cold tone. It was not a child speaking to him, or even a
teenager. It was an adult talking to him now.
And so the adult in Patrick responded. "For as long as you want me. But the
same goes." He says firmly, letting Carl know that what they'd discussed before
still stood, they didn't mess with others.
At all. Ever.
Those adult eyes look at him and then the adult voice speaks. "I want forever."
And then Carl shakes his head and leans down, kissing Patrick. Patrick kisses
him back as he comes again, not as strong but strong enough he can feel his
come landing high on his chest. Carl's fingers are already drawing patterns in
it.
Pulling away Carl looks at them both. "Good thing I laid in other supplies
too." And then he leans down and proceeds to clean Patrick of his come, licking
and sucking it all away even as Patrick moans and moves under him again. Just
as he finishes Carl takes his dick in his hand and jerks him a few times.
Before Patrick can protest he feels his balls draw up and he comes again.
"Shit Carl!" He says as Carl just licks him clean again. He looks up with a
smile and a shrug.
"You were hard again Pat, I can't leave you like that now can I?" Patrick
narrows his eyes at him. Before he can say anything though Carl rises and moves
back to the other mattresses. Leaning down behind them he grabs a water bottle
and a cloth. He wets the cloth and scrubs himself down and then kneels by
Patrick again and does the same to him. When they're clean he pulls Patrick to
his feet and hands him his sweatpants. They dress silently.
Something has passed between them. Something momentous and they both realise
it. They store the leftover supplies and put the mattresses back up and then
listening they switch off the lantern and leave the room closing the door
behind them.
They walk back to their rooms. As they get to D block where Patrick is, Carl
puts a hand on his arm. "I'll ask Dad about you moving to our block Pat."
Patrick merely nods and they say goodnight.
He's in his room and settling down before he allows the emotion sitting on his
chest out. Rolling in a ball he faces the wall. How could he be so stupid?
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Carl meanders back to his own room. He's feeling light and happy. Pat made him
happy. Truly happy. He didn't think he'd been this happy since before the
infection had hit.
God, he wanted to suck Pat, but he wanted to do it how Pat wanted to, outside
during the day in the sunlight somehow. That sounded perfect. Just like how he
wanted them to have sex together the first time as well.
Getting into bed Carl frowned as he thought of how Pat had been when they'd
said goodnight. He knew why of course. But he also knew that it was a good
thing and he'd convince Pat of that soon enough. He'd force it into his thick
skull like he forced him to say fuck if he had to.
After all Mich said she'd never come across anyone for getting their way like
him and considering her that was saying something Carl knew. First thing was to
get Patrick into his cell block, then…
Patrick wouldn't know what had hit him.
Carl smiles as he drifts off to sleep.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
     A/N - Special thanks to Elle Gardner for confirming that the US does
     call a walkie-talkie a walkie-talkie and for laughing at the
     beginning of this chapter and assuring me it was funny. I hope you
     guys think so too (at least in the beginning anyway).
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"My parents wouldn't have stood for me being like those kids Pat. Mum was...she
was," Carl pauses as he thinks of how to best describe his mother. "She wasn't
perfect. And she could throw a tantrum like you wouldn't believe, but she
didn't believe in things like that. At school especially and stuff you know?"
Patrick nods mutely. Carl sighs frustrated knowing Pat wasn't listening.
Patrick had answered his questions about how he knew so much about driving
things and engines and crops and stuff. Carl wanted to beat the living crap out
of all the kids who'd bullied him each summer.
He stares out at the road in front of him and the vehicle moving ahead of
theirs. He was driving now, Patrick riding shotgun again. And he'd been
managing the gears so far.
His Dad, Mich and Daryl were in the other vehicle. And, Carl frowns as he
watches their vehicle. What the? Suddenly he grabs the walkie-talkie and flicks
it.
"Whatever you're doing to each other, cut it out. We can freaking see you Dad!"
He screeches so loudly Patrick jumps and Carl's own voice cracks on the word
freaking.
Patrick looks at the vehicle head in time to see Rick and Michonne sit up and
look out the back window. He grins as Michonne blows them a kiss and he blows
one back.
"Pat!" Carl snaps at him. Patrick laughs out loud for the first time in nearly
a week.
"Dad, I know I joke about it, I don't need to see you having sex okay? I'll
never be able to have another orgasm again in my life if I see that!" Carl
throws down the radio and doesn't see Patrick staring at him in shock. He
focuses on the road and doesn't look up at the vehicle.
Patrick looks back at it, making sure his face doesn't show anything though
inside he wants to both laugh and cry. Carl has obviously not realised what
he's said. Patrick sees Rick look at Carl and then raise the walkie-talkie to
his lips.
"Another orgasm Carl?" Ricks voice is soft as his voice emphases the word
another. Patrick feels his balls shrink to the size of peas and try to hide up
inside his body. He can see Michonne laughing and Daryl shaking his head.
But Carl is on a roll, channeling Patrick's smart mouth he grabs the walkie-
talkie up from the dash where he'd thrown it and thumbs it, "Yeah Dad. It's
called jerking off, you know we can't all be lucky enough to have our dicks
handled by not one but two other people you know."
He looks at his father evenly and Rick looks back before he nods and then turns
around. Michonne looks back at both of them before she just shakes her head and
grins, then she unobtrusively wipes non-existent sweat from her brow at their
close call.
Carl snorts. "Can't wait until we tell people. Sick of fucking around behind
people's backs." He says. He has started using the word fuck around Patrick as
he has started using it with Carl. Though Carl still doesn't say it in public
as Patrick has learned to now.
"Yeah, but not for a bit yet, you're not even sixteen." Patrick says. "Worlds
gone to shit but people are still trying to hold onto the old rules."
Carl nods. "Yeah, stupid. But yeah." Patrick shakes his head.
"Not really, they think if they try to live by society's rules that were in
existence beforehand they'll keep their humanity." Carl scoffs and Patrick says
no more.
It was something they had always disagreed on, like Carl would never attend
story time though Patrick knew he could run rings around them anyway about what
really went on there, but still. He thought it was stupid and a waste of time
and to a degree he was right. But a lot of the kids had been through traumatic
shit now, Carl included. It helped them to feel normal. And Patrick was all for
feeling a little normal.
He sighs and looks out the window again and Carl drives on in silence. "Do you
miss it that much? The old world? The way it used to be?" Carl questions him
quietly sometime later.
Patrick shrugs and looks back at the road, then out the window again. He hasn't
looked at Carl since he'd spoken to the others on the walkie-talkie. "Yes and
no." He answers honestly.
"What's the yes part?" Carl asks. Patrick smiles sadly, he knew Carl would get
it, he always got it and that was the problem. No one else did, possibly ever
would, depending on how long they lived and all. And shit he was morbid today.
"Ice cream, KFC, donuts is the really easy part. The not so easy part is my
family, my parents, my grandparents. School. Shit, air conditioning dude. You
have no idea how much I miss air conditioning. And the Optometrist." He tacks
on the last part and Carl glances over at him and smiles. He sees the softness
in his eyes even though he doesn't look back.
"And the no?" Carl asks now.
"Bullies from summer, gangs that tried to shove drugs down our throats at malls
and the movies and shit, crime. Police never did anything about it, I mean a
neighbour had their house broken into, a home invasion you know?" Carl nods and
Patrick continues, "He defended himself and he got prosecuted for using force –
in his own fucking home, the world was arse backward and only getting worse,
now it's almost like natural selection you know?" Carl nods again. This was
something he agreed with.
"Yeah, it's like a second chance, stay alive, don't get bit, don't get mixed up
with stupid groups and you have a chance, sometimes I wonder if God's sitting
up there laughing at us, if he even exists. If he did how could he leave Judy
without a parent and all that you know?" Patrick nods now but still doesn't
look at Carl.
"Yeah dude, I know." He finally answers and then he looks out the window again.
He was so fucking screwed he thought and then he snorted in laughter at
himself. Go him, thinking the F word now as well.
"Pat?" Carl asks softly as he continues to look ahead at the road.
"Yeah dude?" Patrick answers without moving his eyes from the passing scenery.
"I feel the same way. About you I mean. Just so you know." Carl didn't say
anything further and he never looked at Patrick this time. Patrick turned his
head and looked at Carl.
"That why you said we were boyfriends?" He asks quietly not taking his eyes off
Carl now.
"Yeah, I want to be with you, don't want to be with anyone else and I wanted to
be able to call you something, even if it's just to Mich." Carl answers still
looking at the road in front of them.
Patrick sighs as he looks at Carl, guy was cute heading fast toward gorgeous
and sexy and hot and fuck. As soon as he discovered girls Patrick knew he was
gonna lose him. Suddenly he can't wait for Carl to discover anything further,
he needs to know now.
"What about girls?" He continues to look at Carl who spares him a frowning
glance.
"What about girls?" He is genuinely puzzled and Patrick just stares at him in
shock as he finally, really and truly realises that Carl has no interest in
girls. None at all. He'd thought all this time he was just someone to fool
around with for Carl. But he hadn't been. Carl was fooling around with him
because he liked him. He wanted to fool around. With him. Patrick. No one else.
Him. The grin that crosses his face is blinding.
"Oh nothing dude, was just wondering if there were any you wanted to fool
around with is all." He says breezily expecting exactly what happens.
Carl's face jerks around in shock as he stares at Patrick with his face pale
and his freckles paler if that was possible. "What?" His voice cracks in shock
this time as his eyes widen like saucers.
"Nothing, sorry Carl. I feel like such a fucking shitheel. I thought you were
fooling around with me, experimenting you know? And when you found a girl,
you'd move on." Carl slammed his foot on the brake, stalling the engine. He
shoved it in park and kneeled up on the driver's seat.
"You what?" His voice is soft and Patrick suddenly realises he's gone past
insulting and irritating Carl. He's hurt him. Patrick watches Rick's vehicle
stop and reverse back.
"I'm sorry Carl, I.." Carl slams open the driver's and is out on the road
stalking toward the other vehicle. Patrick feels his heart quake. Fuck. The
word repeats himself over and over in his brain. He watches as Carl opens the
door and gets inside. He sees another door open and double fuck, Rick gets out
and walks back. He gets in the driver's seat and they're on their way again.
Rick doesn't speak to him and Patrick resumes staring out the window again, his
mind a morass of thoughts. How could he be so fucking stupid? All these months
Carl had never given him any indication he was using him to experiment. He was
just so used to being used as a substitute he assumed Carl thought of him that
way as well.
"Stupid fuck, stupid stupid. He never gave you any idea he was using you, you
just assumed he was like the other dudes. Stupid!" Patrick does what he never
remembers doing. He speaks out loud.
"I had this friend I grew up with, Shane. We argued like a couple of feral dogs
at times. But for the most part, we would've died for each other." Rick says no
more and Patrick turns to him with a frown. "And Patrick?" Patrick looks at
Rick. "My son isn't a user, we raised him better." Rick says no more having no
idea what the disagreement was about. But he got his point across.
Clearing his throat Patrick speaks. "With all due respect Sir, it's none of
your business what I did to upset Carl. But I'll make it right, you have my
word. And it won't happen again." He feels like a tool saying his piece like
that but knows he needs to. It's almost like he's declaring his intentions or
something. Not that Rick knows that of course.
Rick nods. "Oh I know you will. And I know Carl will forgive you. He likes you
Patrick, he smiles and laughs with you like he does no one else other than
Mich, not even me. I have to admit it makes me a little jealous sometimes."
Rick smiles at him and looks back at the road. Patrick turns and looks back at
the scenery.
Rick's words made him feel worse though that hadn't been his intention. He was
a fucking shitheel. He was fucking screwed. He bangs his head on the window
several times but stops before Rick can say anything to him about it.
Travelling steadily they stop for the night. Before dark Michonne, Rick and
Daryl are leaning over the map spread out on the car when Carl takes a look, he
frowns and stabs a finger out. "We're near the farm." His finger drops down on
Herschel's land. Rick nods and looks at him.
"You want to go see her?" Before Carl can answer Daryl does.
"We got to anyway, Herschel told me that if the house survived there was a
bunch of jams and shit that he had in the cellar, preserves. They'd still be
good." He spits off to the side as he turns away and then looks back.
Rick looks at him and down at Carl and then nods. "Okay, horses or farm first?"
He looks back at Daryl letting him decide.
"Farm. Then Carl and Patrick can stay there and pack the shit up if its
salvageable and we go for the horses." He answers and then steps away to start
a fire. Patrick has finished putting up the tents. He drags in their sleeping
bags and then takes the sleeping bags into Rick, Daryl & Michonne's tent as
well. He doesn't question the sleeping arrangements, he'd been told he and Carl
were sharing a tent by Rick on the drive and had only answered in the
affirmative.
"Patrick. Carl, grab some wood for me, gonna be cold tonight. Watch out for the
snares I've set up already." Daryl says nothing more. Truthfully he's
uncomfortable with both boys, he knows something's going on with them but not
what. Carl had not said anything to he or Mich today in the truck and Mich.
Fuck, he knew she knew exactly what was going on, but she'd warned him away.
He watches them walk off, neither touching but together. They'd been like that
for months now that he thought about it. And with Patrick having moved to their
cell block this week, they were even more so. Like brothers, no more than…he
shuts that thought process off damn smart.
Fuck, if they were it was really none of his business, not unless they made it.
It was his business if they or Rick talked to him about it. Not even his
business if Michonne talked to him about it. Fuck. Shaking himself Daryl turns
and runs smack bang into Michonne. She was one of the few people who could
sneak up on him.
"Shit Mich." He says testily.
Raising an eyebrow Michonne looks at Daryl. "Finished your introspection
Redneck?" She knew what he'd been thinking about.
"Yeah yeah, none of my business," He paused to catch her eyes and she caught
her breath at their fierceness, "Unless they make it my business." Michonne
nodded.
"Don't guess it'll your business until Rick finds out." Daryl nods his head.
"I do not fuckin' envy him that conversation." He says as Michonne stares after
Carl and Patrick.
"Neither do I." Daryl snorts and she raises both eyebrows this time.
"I meant Rick, not Carl. Carl'll be fine, he was fine today, he'll be fine then
too. Rick though, well he's gonna have issues." Michonne looks at him now with
a frown.
"Why would Rick have issues with Carl preferring a man, seems like he swings in
that direction himself." She is sarcastic, forgetting for once that Daryl is
one of the few that can match her sarcasm.
"Oh I don't know Mich, guess if you'd fuckin' stuck around more you'd hear his
conversations about how Carl will 'carry on', get married, have kids, do his
part to keep the human race goin' you know, shit like that." He shakes his head
at her and Michonne feels as she rarely let's herself feel, properly put in her
place.
Before she can even think to say anything though Daryl is gone. She is left
standing outside their tent and wondering what the hell had just happened. Then
she hears voices and looks to the forest.
                                  ##########
Carl walks into the woods with Patrick beside him. "I'll load you up then grab
some." He says quietly now as he begins to grab branches and stack them firmly
in Patrick's arms. By doing this Patrick isn't going to be able to touch him.
Carl doesn't want Patrick to touch him right now.
"You hurt me Pat, you always say shit like that to me, why do you want to fool
around with me if you think I'm gonna dump you? Do you think that little of
yourself?" Carl is stacking the branches as he talks and Patrick merely looks
at him. He doesn't answer, probably because he knows Carl isn't finished
talking.
"Why Pat? Why do you keep doing that to me? To us? I like you, more than like
you and I know you feel the same. Why?" Carl's voice cracks and instead of
putting the baseball bat sized branch he'd picked up in Patrick's arms along
with the other branches he turns abruptly and smashes it against the trunk of
the tree he was standing beside. Patrick jumps but manages to keep hold of the
branches he has in his arms.
Carl turns to him and looks him in the eye. "Screw you, you want me to go after
girls and mess around with them? That's what I'll do." He says no more and
Patrick opens his mouth but Carl has vanished like a wraith into the trees
around him. Patrick moves after him but is brought up by Michonne.
"Guess you did the same thing I do. Assume he's going to do something that
never even enters his mind." Michonne shakes her head as she takes his load,
"Go now, no yelling though. Daryl might know but Rick's nowhere ready to."
Patrick nods once at her and jogs off, following Carl.
He finds him by a stream, standing there just staring at the water. Taking a
deep breath Patrick walks up behind Carl, he knows Carl has heard him already.
He slides his arms around Carl's body, trapping his arms by his waist, and
leans his chin on his shoulder staring out at the water with Carl. Neither
speak. "No one ever wanted me before." Patrick says.
"That's not an excuse, you don't know me at all if you think I'd use you like
that Pat." Carl's body still hasn't softened. Patrick gives a hum of agreement.
"Thing is, you can't be going off after girls you know, they more than likely
won't rim for starters and no girl is gonna fuck your arse when you're ready
either retard. No equipment." Patrick tries humour.
Carl makes no other movement but Patrick thinks he feels a slight softening of
his muscles. Hoping he was right he continues. "And the thing is, I've never
hit a girl before dude, but if you go after one of them that like you back at
the prison, I will. I will smack them down permanently for touching what is
mine." Carl stiffens in his arms again and Patrick tightens his own hold
expecting a battle royal.
But Carl surprises him by twisting in his arms, still keeping his own by his
sides and not fighting Patrick's tight embrace. He tilts his head and stares up
at him in the afternoon sun.
"I don't like any of them, I like you. But I'm not going to keep after you Pat,
I'm tired of you saying I'll move on. If you expect that then maybe you should
move on." He stares at Patrick evenly, waiting for his response. Patrick
swallows as he realises he could lose Carl.
"No, I won't let you go, if you have to smack me up the side of the head
sometimes I don't care, but if you want me, I'm not letting you go." He doesn't
know what else to say so he crushes his mouth down on Carl's. Carl doesn't
respond so Patrick slides his mouth along Carl's cheekbone, down his neck
kissing him soft and wet, he sucks a little, just a little as he pulls Carl's
t-shirt out from his collarbone and then pushes it up as he begins to nip and
suck at Carl's nipples. He can feel Carl's dick getting hard.
But other than that he's not responding. "You can't prove it to me with sex
Pat." Carl says quietly stopping Patrick in his tracks.
"How then?" Patrick asks quietly as he stands up and lets Carl go.
"By trusting me, in every way. Not with life and death stuff, but the stuff
inside. If you can't then we shouldn't be boyfriends." Carl pulls back and then
moves to a load of wood Patrick hadn't noticed. He picks it up and starts to
walk back to the camp. Patrick follows, picking up more wood along the way.
They sleep side-by-side that night without touching once.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Just FYI, if you're a sucker for sad endings, this story doesn't have
     one. Patrick will live.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Carl is in the passenger seat as they drive slowly down the road to the Greene
farm. He didn't want to drive going back, he wanted to be able to watch. He
stares at the burned shell of the barn where Sophia had been for days before
being discovered as a Walker. He rubs his chest, as if doing so will get rid of
the scar from his bullet wound.
Then he looks at the hill where he'd shot Shane. "I shot my Dad's best friend
up there." He points vaguely and Patrick looks over at him.
"Shane?" He questions.
"Yeah, how'd you know his name?" Carl doesn't look at him, now he's looking
over to the trees where Sophia is buried.
"Your dad told me when you left the jeep yesterday, said he'd had a friend
Shane, that they'd fought like feral dogs but for the most part they would have
died for each other." Patrick says no more as he watches Carl carefully. The
guy was brimming with emotion, none of it good.
He looks around at the farm, the burned barn and a couple of other
outbuildings. The house hadn't caught fire though. It was still standing but
long looted. "Herschel still thinks there's going to be shit worth saving in
the cellar?" He questions dubiously.
The place has a foreboding melancholy feel to it. He hasn't even switched off
the engine and he already wants to leave. He wants badly to know why Carl had
killed Shane but Carl isn't talking to him at present, or at least not much so
Patrick bides his time. Whatever it is it's a doozy of a story he can tell.
"Pat, will you help me bury Shane if I can find anything of him?" Carl asks
quietly as he looks back at the hill.
Glancing over Patrick's heart lurches in his chest. Carl was asking something
of him. Muscles he hadn't realised were tense begin to release.
"Yeah dude," He is careful to be casual. "Of course." He says no more as he
turns the jeep so it's facing the driveway again and then switches off the
engine. Stepping out onto the ground Patrick stretches his arms over his head.
He feels his shirt ride up and his pants ride down but ignores them.
Michonne doesn't though. She frowns as she sees a bruise low on Patricks' back.
Then she glances quickly at Rick and Daryl to make sure neither of them have
seen it. They haven't. Shaking her head at youth and wondering if there are
corresponding marks on Carl she narrows her eyes as she looks ar Rick and
Daryl.
They're both looking at the house and the small copse of trees where she can
see the old remains of what appears to be an outdoor kitchen and a clothesline.
Pursing her lips she wonders about regressing a little herself tonight. Then
shaking her head at herself she looks over at Carl.
He was watching Patrick, the look in his eyes made her smile. Yeah, they were
still together, no matter what had happened, what they'd argued about, Carl was
still interested in Patrick. Patrick she knew was still interested in Carl.
"Boys." She laughs outright as all four of them turn to look at her. "Boys,"
She points to Carl and Patrick, "Let's check out this cellar."
Daryl jerks his head. "There's a side entrance over there. Hidden behind the
trellis. Herschel said it's easier to get in that way. The house one was
blocked off for some reason." He and Rick take off toward the burned out barn,
looking for God knows what. Unsheathing her katana Michonne watches Patrick
take out his tomahawk and Carl pick up his machete.
She really needed to teach these two how to handle blades, they were a team,
they needed to fight as a team as well. Work as a team in full. "When we get
back, you two are getting lessons in some close-up work. You're not going to
be able to rely on bullets all the time Carl." Michonne speaks to them both
however.
Patrick nods and Carl looks at her with a frown. "If you're going to go on runs
together, as a team, you need to learn to fight as a team as well." Michonne
clarifies.
"How did you know we'd decided on that?" Carl questions Michonne abruptly.
"I just do runt, I just do." Is all Michonne will answer as she begins to walk
toward the trellis she can see off to the side of the house. They follow it
around until they're at the back and then they see a small gap.
"Wonder why is so well hidden?" Michonne speaks mainly to herself as they find
the opening and Patrick's tomahawk makes short work of the rusting chain.
"Moonshine most likely, probably before Herschel's time given how old the house
is." Patrick answers absently as he looks at the doors. Taking a deep breath he
hoists them open and jumps back.
Cool, dank air greets them, no odor of any kind that signifies death. They all
exhale quietly and flick on the torches they'd grabbed. "This stuff if it's
okay, I bet it's all gonna be breakable." Carl mutters as he takes point.
"Shit." Patrick answers as he realises Carl is right.
"Seconded." Michonne agrees as she follows Carl and Patrick down the creaking
stairs.
And it is okay, all of it. Preserves galore. Carl can't even recognise half of
it. Hopefully Herschel, Maggie and Beth will be able to recognise what they
bring back. They set up a chain gang and get everything up by late afternoon.
Carl dusts his hands and looks at Patrick as he tilts his head back taking a
drink of water.
"Will you check the field with me Pat?" He asks quietly. He should probably
tell his dad what he's doing but he doesn't want to. He wants someone there who
won't question him, who will just be there. For him.
"Yeah dude, sure." Patrick caps his water bottle and puts it back grabbing
another full one. They tell Michonne where they're going and she nods at them
with a frown and they walk off. Together. But not yet back together.
Walking to the field where Carl had taken a man's life for the second time he
stands and stares. His father and Daryl are there. On the ground, Daryl is
kneeling behind Rick, hugging and rocking him from behind as Rick sobs
brokenly.
Carl and Patrick stop and look without saying anything. Carl suddenly feels
Patrick clasp his hand and he threads his fingers through Patrick's as they
slowly back away. Daryl's head comes up like an animal scenting prey and he
watches them without saying or doing anything further. Moving back down the
hill Carl suddenly stops and sinks to the ground.
"Shane was the second person I killed. Dale was the first." He says softly. He
feels Patrick sink down beside him and slide an arm around his shoulders. Like
Daryl with Rick, he holds Carl not saying a word. He simply let's Carl know
he's there for him with his touch.
Sometime later a moan filters to their ears on the soft late afternoon breeze.
They both look back and then at each other. Carl grimaces as Patrick grins.
"Don't say a word Pat, don't you even dare." Carl threatens him as he scrambles
to his feet.
Patrick snorts. "Uh yeah sure. Let's get the fuck out of here, your old man is
giving me a hard on." He palms his cock bringing it to Carl's attention and it
is indeed getting hard. Watching Patrick touch himself makes Carl's own dick
begin to grow.
Looking at Patrick Carl suddenly steps forward and winds his arms around his
neck, his mouth glides over Patrick's softly and Patrick slides his arms around
Carl's waist and then down, palming his backside as he pulls him closer,
rubbing their dicks together as they continue to kiss.
Carl pulls back and kisses Patrick chin before he nips it and pulls away.
Looking at Patrick as they're both nearly the same height now he speaks. "I'll
forgive you this time Pat, but I'm not an undying well. You keep not trusting
me with your head we're gonna have serious issues. I like you, only you. No one
else. You beat that through your thick skull right quick okay?"
Swallowing audibly Patrick looks at Carl. "Be easier if we told people, I won't
lie. But yeah, yeah." He breaks off and breathes in and out deeply a few times.
They both glance back at the hill as both Daryl and Rick are moaning now.
Together they walk back to the house. "I'll do my best Carl, I'll do my best, I
need you you know? And that's a hard thing to admit." He stops and turns to
Carl as Carl stops and just hugs him.
"And I'll be here or there for you, always. We're planning that Pat, we need to
make the most of how long we have left. Because none of us know how long it
will be." Carl's hands slide up Patrick's back and into his hair, he fists the
shorter strands and yanks none too gently as he pulls Patrick's head back and
latches his mouth on Patrick's Adam's apple.
It's Patrick's turn to moan now. Then Carl pulls away and takes off for the
house at a jog leaving Patrick behind hard and aroused beyond belief. "You
fucker." He mutters to himself and hears Carl's answering chuckle on the
breeze. He starts after Carl at a walk thinking of exactly what punishment he's
going to exact from him that night. He has a feeling they won't be sleeping and
not touching tonight.
##########
Michonne has brought their sleeping bags and packs inside and situated them
upstairs, she's in the process of putting a couple of snares at the bottom of
the steps. Carl flops on the stiff lounge setting up a cloud of dust that makes
him sneeze. Michonne and Patrick laugh at him as his first sneeze is continued
by several more in rapid succession.
"Yeah, laugh at the dude who can't stop sneezing." He manages to sneeze twice
while speaking and they laugh more.
When Carl's sneezes settle down and they're in the kitchen preparing their
dinner Carl speaks again. "Mich, do you know if Dad went there to see if there
was anything he could bury?" He knows Michonne would already be aware of what
his dad and Daryl were doing, where they'd gone.
"I don't know, he didn't mention wanting to bury him if he found any remains
Carl. Sorry." She rubs her hand through his hair, tousling it even further.
"Need's a good brushing runt." She says as her fingers tangle in it.
"Oh no, Patrick likes it messy." Carl answers thoughtlessly.
Michonne raises an eyebrow and glances over at Patrick who is now blushing.
"Carl." He hisses in mortification. Carl looks up.
When the penny drops his face flushes in the light of the lantern they're using
now. Michonne laughs at both of them before turning away. "You two better be
quiet tonight, we'd better not hear you or Rick'll find out."
And like that a naked Patrick is on Carl's mind. He stares at Patrick who
stares back. Before they can move they hear Rick and Daryl coming inside. The
generator had been taken so they were dining by lanterns. They all eat what
they'd prepared and talk about what they're going to do tomorrow. They'll spend
a day here and then move on for the horses. Carl is fidgeting in his seat.
Patrick is on his mind and he's suddenly aware they're sleeping together, for
the second night actually. But this time they're not arguing. He glances at Pat
under his lashes and catches his eye. Pat flushes this time and Carl smiles. A
few minutes later he stands.
"I'm going to grab a shower before I turn in." They'd tested the pipes and
found they were still working. Michonne had already showered in fact.
"Carl," Rick stands and follows him.
"Yeah Dad?" Carl answers as he stands on the stairs, it puts him eye to eye
with Rick.
"Are you okay with Michonne and Daryl and myself?" Rick asks quietly so his
voice doesn't carry to the others. "I know you joke about it, but are you truly
okay?"
Carl nods. "Yeah Dad, I am. They make you happy. How they do that doesn't
matter. But Dad?" He stops and waits for Rick's nod. "You treat them right
okay? Don't hide them. And I expect the same consideration from you." Carl
turns and heads up the stairs leaving Rick's mouth hanging open after him.
"Out of the mouths of babes." Daryl mutters behind him.
Rick nods. "Absolutely. And he's right, we should stop hiding, it's not fair to
either of you."
"If you're sure." Daryl answers as he skates a hand down Rick's back before he
turns and heads out to sit on the porch. Rick goes back in to say good night to
Patrick and then follows him outside. Michonne comes out some time later.
Patrick heads upstairs as Michonne goes outside. He leaves a lit lantern in
their chosen bedroom, they had a double bed. Smiling he grabs some clean pants
and heads to the shower. He knocks just as Carl opens the door wearing nothing
but a towel.
Knowing everyone else is outside and a floor below them Patrick simply leans in
and kisses Carl sliding an arm around his waist as his other holds his own
towel and pants tight to his own body. Carl slides both arms up and around
Patrick's neck, twining them through his hair. Unlike his, Patrick's hair is
wavy.
Breaking off with a slight moan Carl pulls Patrick inside and then moves around
him. "We can't in here, Dad could see." Patrick nods and smiles as Carl kisses
him quickly and pulls the door shut. Patrick strips and showers in the cold
water. Cold running water was better than nothing. He's covered in goose bumps
by the time he finishes but he's clean.
Drying off roughly to get warm Patrick looks at his pants and then shrugs and
hitches the towel around his hips as Carl had done and double times it back to
the bedroom where his boyfriend was waiting for him.
When he gets there the room is dark however. "Carl?" He questions.
"On the bed Pat." Carl answers. Patrick feels his way to the bed and drops his
pants and dirty clothes as well as his towel. He feels around and realises Carl
has put their bedding together on top of the mattress and turned his side down.
Sliding in Patrick reaches for Carl.
He is turned on his side away from Patrick. But at Patrick's touch he slides
back and pushes himself into Patrick's arms. Patrick spoons around him and Carl
sighs. Kissing the side of Carl's neck Patrick feels his dick rise.
As he strokes his hands over Carl's smooth skin he hears Carl moan lightly.
"Pat." He sighs Patrick's name soft and sweet. Patrick leans over Carl and
kisses him, tongue sliding into his mouth and twirling around before he pulls
back and kisses Carl's cheek and then moves to his ear.
"You know dude, the ear is supposed to be an erogenous zone?" He asks as he
begins to kiss and lick the sensitive shell of Carl's ear.
"Oh, Pat." Is all Carl can answer.
"Touch yourself for me, want you to come for me tonight Carl while I pretend to
pop your cherry." Patrick says softly as he fists his own dick and carefully
places it in the groove of Carl's buttocks. The dry drag hurts though. "Shit."
Patrick says quietly. Then he feels Carl reach for something and a tube is
pressed into his hand.
"I brought this, Mich has given me three tubes remember?" Carl asks softly as
Patrick stares in the moonlight at the tube of lube Carl has pressed into his
hand. Then he looks up at Carl. He is all smoke and shadow, the moon highlights
part of his cheekbone, an eyebrow and his bottom lip.
Leaning back in Patrick sucks on Carl's lip as his thumb flips open the tube.
Squeezing a minimal amount of the gel onto his fingers he smooth's it over his
cock combining it with the pre-come. And then he slides his slick fingers back
to Carl's crack and smooth's them over it.
Paying particular attention to Carl's hole he doesn't push on it, merely
touches it. He feels it flex nervously under his ministrations. "Shh, not going
to. Just letting you know how good it feels, you should play with yourself here
you know. Maybe you can do that while I drive or something, that would be so
fucking sexy dude. If I was driving and you were sitting there all open with
your fingers inside yourself, fucking yourself for me while I drive." Patrick
cannot help sucking on Carl's neck though he comes to his senses quickly and
moves down to Carl's chest, sliding his head under Carl's arm to suck on his
nipple and then bite it none-too-gently.
Carl moans again, slightly louder this time. They both freeze when they hear a
corresponding moan. "Shit, God. Can't they get a room like us?" Carl mutters
softly and Patrick snickers before he puts his dick between Carl's legs and
begins to fuck it between Carl's cheeks.
Dry humping him, not penetrating him. Carl moans again though quieter. "God,
Pat. Is this what it's like to have sex?" His voice is reedy, breathless with
arousal.
"Something like this yeah. But," Patrick breaks off as he feels his balls draw
up. He pulls back not wanting to come yet and then slides his slick fingers
through Carl's crease instead as Carl continues to jerk himself off.
"Being inside someone is way better. It's tight you know? And hot and even
though I wore a rubber, it was wetter somehow. It's like nirvana dude." Patrick
finally answers. He is surprised to feel Carl push back on his fingers, almost
like his butt is reaching for him.
"Oh God, Pat." Carl repeats himself. Patrick feels Carl's balls draw up and he
pushes his dick back into the crevice of Carl's legs, sliding back and forth
between Carl's cheeks, holding them apart with one hand so in the partial
moonlight he can sort of see. But not really. God, he wants to see his dick
disappear into Carl one of these days.
Latching back onto Carl's nipple Patrick suck it strongly and smiles around it
as he feels Carl shoot onto the bedding. His own orgasm rolls through him and
he shoots between Carl's legs feeling Carl close his thighs to make the haven
of his buttock cheeks tighter for him and he groans without thought as he feels
the heat of Carl's hole slide along his dick as he pushes back and forth with
his hips, mimicking sex.
Suddenly Carl squirms around in bed until he's facing Patrick, looking at him
Patrick sees him in shadow again. Highlights of Carl's face. He tangles his
fingers in Carl's hair and pulls his head back. He sees Carl's teeth glimmer at
him.
"What dude?" He asks softly as he kisses Carl's cheeks softly before being
drawn to Carl's mouth again.
"Just thinking of what I said to Mich is all." Carl answers him when they draw
back for breath.
Before Patrick can answer they hear footsteps on the stairs. One set pause by
their door as the others continue on. Acting together Carl and Patrick fling
themselves apart and bury themselves in the bedding, both trying to breathe
evenly and deeply as Rick sticks his head in and then pulls back closing the
door behind him gently.
In sync they both wait several minutes before they move back together again.
They faintly hear the shower start-up as they cuddle into each other's arms.
"That was amazing Pat, I want to do it to you next time." Carl says softly.
Patrick swallows as he feels his dick perk up again at the thought of Carl
being behind him.
He looks at Carl, moonlight highlighting his eyes this time. "No time like the
present." He says as he turns over and grabs the lube. Popping the top he
slides some onto his fingers and then reaching back behind himself and making
sure Carl is watching he slides it along his butt crack.
"I," Carl stops and Patrick hears him swallow as his fingers come to tangle
with Patrick's this time, pushing and prodding gently along the crease and then
sliding nice and slippery over Patrick's own hole.
"Carl." Patrick gasps as he feels Carl prod at him. His hole pushes out for
Carl and he hears Carl gasp as he feels it open for him.
"Pat?" He questions.
"Yes, put your fingers in." Patrick answers Carl's unasked question. He grabs
Carl's other hand and pulls his fingers to his mouth to suck on them and
contain his moan as Carl's fingers push into him. He's pushing two in and
Patrick finds himself moving on them.
Fucking them as if he was fucking Carl's dick. His own fingers move back to
Carl's dick. It's hard again as well. Sliding them over Carl's dick Patrick
feels his eyes roll in his head. He begins to jerk Carl off as Carl's fingers
move in his backside. When they skate across his prostate Patrick can't help
shooting.
His fingers clench down on Carl's dick and he feels wetness splash his cheeks
as Carl comes again as well.
The both freeze when the shower shuts off. There is no way they can hide what
has happened now, the room reeks of come as they've both come twice. But the
footsteps don't come and check on them thankfully.
Bringing his hand up to his face Patrick licks it clean and then Carl slowly
pulls his fingers out of Patrick's butt and slides them through his come on
Patrick's back and thighs. Patrick obediently licks them clean when Carl brings
them to his mouth. When Carl gathers up the remaining come he licks it off his
own hand this time.
Then Patrick turns in his arms and they kiss, sharing each other's come now.
They nearly fall asleep but force themselves up quietly to dress a little and
open all the windows to air the room.
"Weird, you'd think the windows would be broken by now." Carl says softly as
they both climb back in bed and pull the covers up.
"Yeah maybe. Maybe it's because they're on the upper level?" Patrick muses.
Neither of them care enough to keep talking. Carl turns on his side and Patrick
spoons to him. They twine their fingers together and rest them on Carl's
stomach as they go to sleep together.
Boyfriends again.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Carl wakes the next morning as the sun begins to rise. He dresses quietly and
moves down the stairs avoiding the snares. Outside he sets his hat on his head
and walks toward the trees. When he gets there he stops at Otis' grave first
and bows his head saying a silent thank you.
Then he moves to Dale's grave. He stands there for some time. He hopes Dale is
with his wife if the afterlife exists. He knew the old man had liked the sound
of his own voice, but nobody deserved to die the way Carl had let him die. If
he had not chickened out and run off without killing the Walker and then been
too afraid to tell anyone about it Dale may still be alive.
"I'm sorry." Carl whispers as he moves on. He stands at her grave. The sun
rises and bathes him in light. Daryl thinks he looks almost angelic as he
watches him from the porch where he'd been sitting when Carl had walked past.
When hears Patrick's footsteps from their bedroom he rises and walks to Carl.
"Patrick's awake." He says quietly as he stands with Carl.
"I'm sorry I stole your gun." Carl says without acknowledging Daryl's words.
"'S okay, Rick squared it." Daryl answers though something small and unrealized
inside him unknots at the apology. It had been a long time coming but it had
come.
"Still, I shouldn't have stolen it Daryl and I'm sorry." Carl turns and looks
up at him. Daryl stares at him, slightly flummoxed as he realises in about two
more inches Carl is going to equal his height.
"Like I said, Rick squared it." He goes to turn away but is stopped by Carl's
words.
"How? I mean a weapon means life and death now."
"You really wanna' know the answer to that kid?" Daryl drawls as he raises a
brow at Carl. He's lying but hell, if he can't mess with the kid of one of his
significant others who can he mess with these days?
Carl surprises him by laughing though. "Nice try Daryl. That's okay, you don't
have to say but I figure I owe you. And if you make sure Pat and I go on runs
together every time from now on I'll owe you more." Carl turns back to
contemplating Sophia's grave and Daryl turns away.
He's taken several steps when he looks up and sees Patrick standing on the
front steps of the house. He looks at him then turns back to Carl.
"Hey Carl?" He waits until Carl turns around. "You're a good kid, Patrick's a
good kid. Has a good heart. You stomp on that and I'm gonna stomp on you, you
got that?" He says it quietly, his drawl making the words seem almost
frivolous.
But Carl hears the sheer honest menace in them. He swallows. Then he nods.
"Yeah, I hear you Daryl, its nice Pat has someone else looking out for him. But
you should know he's my boyfriend now, I'm not stomping on anything, he'll be
around and we'll be together for a long time. Neither of us is going anywhere
if we can help it."
Daryl shakes his head as Carl turns back to Sophia then he looks back at
Patrick and raises his arm gesturing for Patrick. When he gets there he
surprises both of them by clasping his shoulder.
"Patrick meet Sophia, she was Carol's daughter. Got lost when we had a herd on
the highway, then got bit. Rick put her down properly." Daryl gives the dry
bones first. As Patrick looks at him quizzically and Carl turns around to stare
as well. "She was Carl's best friend once the infection hit. Carl introduce
Patrick to Sophia." He gives Patrick's shoulder a gentle shove and Patrick
steps forward to stand beside Carl.
Daryl turns and walks off tossing over this shoulder. "Take your time."
Carl watches him and shakes his head.
"I so want to be Daryl when I grow up." Patrick says with a sigh as he watches
Daryl's lithe frame eat up the yards back to the house.
"He's pigeon-toed." Carl flushes in mortification as Patrick turns to him with
a frown. "Well, he is!" He insists knowing how mean it sounded but Patrick's
admiration for Daryl knew no bounds and after Daryl had basically told him he
was going to beat him up if he treated Patrick wrong he wasn't feeling any
particular Daryl love.
"Carl. Jeez he might pigeon-toed, I still wanna be him. Or like him." Carl
frowns.
"Yeah I remember your 'man-crush' He makes quote marks in the air at the words
man-crush. He goes to move away but Patrick grabs his arm.
"Don't make me put you down dude, do like Daryl said and introduce me to your
friend, you're being rude you know."
Carl stops and looks at Patrick, "She's dead Pat." His words are dull and
emotionless.
"Not the point." Patrick says as he pulls Carl's unresisting body down with him
so they're both sitting in the damp grass.
Sighing Carl sits and crosses his legs. Patrick slides his hand from Carl's
upper arm to his hand and laces their fingers together in his lap. Carl finds
himself gripping Pat's hand as he looks at the now slightly depressed earth
that holds Sophia.
"Soph, I want you to meet my boyfriend Patrick. Pat this is Sophia. I'm the
only one that calls him Pat, so don't do that okay?" Carl feels monumentally
stupid but Patrick merely nods and then l looking up at early morning sky he
speaks as well.
"Hey Sophia, nice to meet you. I'm sorry I can't really meet you. Something
tells me we would have gotten into a lot of trouble together." He tightens his
hold on Carl's hand and continues. "I promise I'll treat him right, make him
happy."
Looking over at Patrick Carl reaches his other hand to his eyes and wipes away
his tears, he is unashamed of crying in front of Patrick. "She wanted to visit
the Grand Canyon." He says out of the blue. "We were all gonna go, me and Mum
and Dad and Carol and Sophia. But the herd came along when we were on the way
to Fort Benning and everything went to shit and Soph died."
He lays his head down in Patrick's lap and cries. For himself, for Sophia and
for Shane and Dale. "I killed Dale because I found a Walker in the swamp and
couldn't kill it. I wasn't supposed to be out so I didn't tell anyone about it.
And then it got free and followed my scent back to the farm and killed Dale. It
was my fault. And then Shane, my Dad killed him and he turned so I had to put
him down or he would have killed Dad."
Patrick is clueless about what he should do. So he does nothing but let Carl
cry and stroke his hair. He rocks himself back and forth, hoping the movement
comforts Carl. The sun has been up for some time when Carl finally stops
crying. Patrick is stiff from sitting with his legs crossed under him for too
long and one of them has gone to sleep he's sure.
As he feels and hears Carl's breathing even out he looks down at him. His eyes
are closed. "You awake Carl?" He asks quietly not wanting to wake him if he is
asleep but needing to move if he's awake.
"Yeah, I'll get up." Carl sits up rubbing his eyes and taking up the collar of
his shirt to wipe his face. He is red and splotchy, his freckles standing out
and his eyes are red-rimmed and bloodshot. But he looks better, at peace
somehow. Which Patrick thinks is weird as he'd never before thought Carl wasn't
at peace. But it was like somehow a weight had lifted off him.
Like he'd felt when he'd finally realised that Carl wasn't going anywhere he
guessed. That Carl was his, his boyfriend for as long as they could make it
work. Patrick smiles at Carl as he blows his nose on the bottom of his shirt.
Carl stands and brushes himself off. Then he holds out a hand to Patrick to
help him up and holds on when Patrick shakes his leg to get the pins and
needles out of it.
"Shit that hurts." He complains.
"Sorry Pat." Carl says as he waits for Patrick to be able to walk without
limping.
"It's okay, you'd do the same for me. Part of the job description anyway."
Carl frowns. "Job description? What are you talking about? Wait, there's a job
description?" His voice is horrified and Patrick nearly falls over laughing at
the look on his face.
"Dude, no. Shit. It's what my mum always said to my dad when he thanked her for
doing something." He laughs again, letting go of tension he didn't know he had
harboured until he feels his scalp relax and his shoulders drop. The relief in
them nearly has him wince at how tight they'd been.
Laughter really was the best medicine he guessed.
They walk back to the house and sit on the porch steps. Patrick looks out over
the fields. It doesn't feel melancholy or forbidding anymore. "Hey Carl?" He
waits until Carl turns to look at him. "We should do that in a few years. Take
that trip together, for you and Sophia."
"The Grand Canyon?" Carl questions in shock.
"Yeah, be fun, dangerous, but a hell of a trip you know?" He watches Carl blink
several times. Then nod slowly.
"It would be, Dad and Daryl and Mich wouldn't let us go for years though." He
muses. "Though really in a couple they won't be able to stop us either." He
thinks of it quietly. Travelling with Patrick, sleeping with him, fighting with
him. Taking a journey almost like a holiday with him. "I'd love to Pat." He
says softly as he places a hand on Patrick's thigh giving it a squeeze before
he pulls back again as they hear footsteps inside coming toward them.
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Later that afternoon Carl steps into the shower again, this time to wash off
the grime of the day. He's musing on how good a day they've had. Just packing
and stuff and taking what else they could from the house for Herschel and
Maggie and Beth. Carl had gone through Maggie's room for something she still
treasured that she would appreciate.
She'd saved Judith's life, he always tried to be appreciative of her for doing
that. He honestly didn't know if his dad had ever thanked her. He just couldn't
remember. Those days were bad, trying to keep himself from breaking as his
father had done.
Remembering how much the photograph he'd taken back for Judith meant to him he
hoped the photographs he'd nabbed would be okay and the right choice.
The door banged open as he was rinsing off, Patrick heading for the toilet and
putting up the lid as he opened his pants. "Pat, I'm still here." Carl says to
him.
"Sorry dude, busting." Patrick exhales as he empties his bladder.
Carl shakes his head. "You know we've made do when we've had to for a few years
now, one night under a roof and you've become civilized again. Don't think I
like that." He mutters the last sentence but Patrick heard him.
Arching a brow he turns his head and looks over at Carl standing there wet and
naked, the shower curtain having been purloined already. He looks sexy wet.
Patrick thinks, all dripping hair and pale skin. Standing there with the water
still going and his hands on his hips in an irritated fashion Patrick suddenly
wanted nothing more than to go to his knees and suck his dangling dick into his
mouth.
Instead knowing others are in the house he shakes his shoulders and snorts.
Deliberately eyeing Carl's dick he looks over at him sardonically. "Dude, I had
no idea you had such a small dick."
He watches Carl narrow his eyes at him. "You don't seem to think that when
you're messing with it. You feel that way you don't have to be touching it all
the time." He calls Patrick's bluff and turns around, deliberately arching his
back and grabbing the soap so he can wash his backside.
Knowing Patrick hasn't left yet he makes sure he takes his time, let's Patrick
see how clean he's getting himself. Then he feels fingers there alongside his
own and he braces against the wall, making no bones about letting Patrick
fondle him.
Looking back over his shoulder Carl smirks at Patrick upon seeing his flushed
face. "Guess you don't mind the size of my dick after all Pat." Patrick shakes
his head before he slides an arm around Carl's waist and pulls him back against
his clothed body.
Kissing his neck lightly Carl simply melts back into him and sighs in pleasure.
And that sigh, just this side of silent, almost a whimper actually nearly had
Patrick going to his knees then and there to suck Carl off. He steps away when
he hears boots on the stairs and Carl quickly turns to face the cold shower
water, hissing softly as he pushes his erection into the spray. Patrick goes
back to the toilet and puts the lid down, sitting on it he begins to take off
his boots.
The door is still open. Rick sticks his head in. "Guys, you be okay here for a
bit? We're gonna take quick run into the town, see if we can find anything" He
questions them.
"Yes sir." Patrick answers as he takes off his boots and then his socks.
"Sure dad." Carl says as he finishes rinsing off and steps out of the tub
grabbing his towel.
"Okay then, we'll be back around dark, no later." He turns then turns back
again. "Patrick, call me Rick." Not waiting for an acknowledgement he turns
back and walks down the stairs. Halfway there he frowns and pauses before
continuing. He'd ask Carl later about that fading bruise.
Carl looks at Patrick and he looks back. They both stand and stare silently as
they listen to Rick, Daryl and Michonne head outside and then a vehicle start
up. Neither of them move until the sound of it has died away completely and
there is no sound other than the wind in the trees outside.
The afternoon is theirs, completely.
Carl is suddenly aware he is breathing heavily and his dick is hard again
despite the cold water he'd just washed over it to soften it in his father's
presence. He hears his breath rasping in and out and lowers his gaze.
"No, dude. Don't. I love watching you." He feels his face flame. This is the
most private they've ever been in all their months together. He looks back at
Patrick from under his lashes and he smiles as Patrick's pupils dilate as their
eyes connect. Carl thinks his are probably dilated too. The small amount of
light coming in through the window seems brighter suddenly.
"We're alone." He says unnecessarily.
"Yeah, I still need to shower though." Patrick says as he continues to undress.
Carl nods and picks up his discarded clothes, he takes them into the room
they're using and puts them on the floor, he hears the shower start up and he
releases a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding.
Going quickly down the stairs he makes sure the snares are set up for Walker
and human alike. Then he hot-foots it back up the stairs and looks at their
room. The late afternoon sun is coming in through the windows and he quickly
throws their bedding on the floor and arranges it. Hearing the shower shut off,
he swallows and looks around wildly. Where…there it was. He grabbed the lube in
case it was needed and shoved it under his pillow.
Then he lies down in the centre of the bedding and crossing his legs at the
ankles and his hands over his stomach he waits. Patrick steps into the room a
few minutes later carrying his boots and clothes as well. He stops dead when he
sees Carl lying in the sunlight. He can just see the fading edge of his love
bite at the edge of the towel.
Letting his clothes and boots fall to the ground he steps forward, also wearing
nothing but a towel. "Towel off." He says abruptly as he lets his own fall
away.
He watches Carl swallow as he raises his hips nearly making Patrick come as he
watched the towel be pulled away. Kneeling down Patrick brushes a thumb across
the fading bruise. It doesn't cross his mind that Rick might have seen it
today. Carl inhales sharply as he does so and Patrick smiles as he leans down
and opens his mouth over it, sucking the blood back to the surface again.
Carl brushes his hand through Patrick's wet hair, its dripping like his is, but
that's okay. Not realising what he's doing he pushes Patrick's face harder
against him so he sucks harder as well. He moans when Patrick moans and feels
his balls draw up.
"Gonna come." He says and Patrick draws back quickly. His hand reaching for the
base of Carl's dick and tightening on it. Carl gasps as his orgasm recedes. He
frowns up at Patrick and pouts at him. "How come you never told me about that
trick Pat? Am I ever gonna know everything about sex?" He asks in a disgruntled
tone.
Laughing Patrick sits back and shakes his head. "Dude, how many fucking times
to I have to tell you, dudes don't fucking pout." He shoves Carl's shoulder as
he laughs at Carl. Carl can't help laughing back. He knew he was pouting,
despite what Patrick said, Carl knew he liked when he did it.
"Anyway," He says changing the subject. "How do you want me to suck you?"
Patrick freezes as he stares down at Carl and Carl suddenly feels at a
disadvantage lying down. "You do still want me to?" he asks quietly as he sits
up.
Patrick nods emphatically. "Hell yeah. But," He pauses as he looks at Carl from
under how own lashes now with a fey smile. Carl suddenly realises that is how
he looks at Patrick and he understands why Patrick is putty in his hands
sometimes. That look, that look was something Carl would kill for all over
again. "I want to suck you first." Patrick finishes as he licks his lips and
lies down on his stomach.
"Here is okay? I mean, I know you wanted to be outside in the sunlight…" He
trails off as Patrick looks up.
"Here is just fine Carl. But only if you're ready. Are you ready?" He asks
simply as he leans on his elbows, hovering over Carl's dick but making no move
toward it. He was waiting for Carl to say it was okay, that he was ready.
Carl nods slowly. Patrick doesn't move however, knowing Carl is readying
himself to speak. "Yeah Pat, I'm ready. I want to suck you so bad. But, I
don't, I mean you don't have to suck me first or at all you know. I, I just
wanted you to know that, you don't have to do me."
Patrick kneels up again and scoots forward until he's straddling Carl's thighs.
He sits on him and Carl inhales as he feels Pat's balls rub on his still-hard
dick. Before he can say anything though Patrick kisses him. Soft and sweet, his
tongue flirting with Carl's, coaxing it out to play.
He continues kissing Carl for a long time, letting Carl relax and become nearly
boneless with arousal. His dick is throbbing now, in time with his heartbeat.
He groans into Patrick's mouth when Patrick takes both their dicks in his hand
and slicks their pre-come all over them before he begins to jerk them both off
together.
"Fuck!" The word comes out of Carl's mouth without him even knowing he'd said
it.
Smiling Patrick answer's him. "Not yet dude, but one day for sure. No way I'm
ever gonna give you up." Carl snorts even as his eyes roll in pleasure. He
looks at Patrick through his lashes and then looks down at Patrick's hand on
their cocks. His own hands come to rest on Patrick's thighs and he suddenly
gets an idea. Sucking two fingers into his own mouth he lets saliva coat them
liberally & then looking at Patrick as he does so, he moves them down under
their balls and skates them across Patrick's hole.
"You fucker!" Its Patrick's turn to swear as Carl uses his surprise to press
past that first tight muscle.
"Not yet Pat, but one day definitely." Carl tosses Patrick's words back at him
nearly verbatim.
Patrick snarls at him as Carl smiles an angelic smile and begins to prod his
prostate. "I'm really glad you showed me this Pat." He says softly and Patrick
calms at his tone. He isn't teasing anymore, merely giving Patrick pleasure as
he's getting himself.
"Spread your legs." Patrick says suddenly as he slicks up two fingers of his
own.
"Pat, no. You don't have to. I just…ahh." Carl trails off as he feels Patrick's
long fingers push inside him. "Pat." He says simply as he drops his head
forward onto Patrick's shoulder and stares at Patrick's other hand still
jerking them off. "Still gonna come you know."
He feels Patrick's amused laugh skate across his neck and raises his head.
Patrick's eyes glint down at him and Carl smiles back up at him. Then he leans
up to kiss him as he feels his balls draw up again. Eyes closing to everything
but his orgasm Carl kisses Patrick hotly now. His tongue pushing into Patrick's
mouth and his free hand coming up to hold Patrick by the neck as Patrick jerks
him through his orgasm and then continues to jerk him off as he comes himself.
Carl can feel Patrick's hole fluttering around his fingers as he feels
Patrick's come splash between them as his had done moments before. He waits a
few minutes as they both catch their breath and then he pulls his fingers out
of Patrick. He groans as Patrick clenches on them, trying to keep them inside.
When they plop out he brings them forth and looking at Patrick he slowly raises
them to his lips and opens his mouth over them, sucking them down. He slides
his tongue over them, pushes them in and out of his mouth, cleaning them.
Tasting Patrick's very essence.
Patrick just watches and Carl can feel his dick hardening again. He can feel
his own dick hardening too. Then with a sigh Patrick pulls his own fingers out
of Carl. Instead of mimicking Carl however he raises his fingers to Carl's
mouth as well. Carl smiles at Patrick through his lashes as he sucks himself
off Patrick's fingers.
Moaning Patrick pulls them out and pushes back on Carl's legs and is face down
in Carl's lap before he realises he's even moved. Carl's head falls back on the
wall with a heavy thump as he feels Patrick's lips engulf his dick.
"Pat, God!" He exclaims as his back arches. He feels the wet suction on his
dick and Patrick's fingers in his backside again and before he knows where he
is he shoots again. Straight into Patrick's mouth. He is mortified as Patrick's
chuckles around him even as he swallows. He tries to push him away but he
can't. "Pat, get off!" He says finally, loud and sharp.
Pulling off slowly, Patrick gives one last tongue twining kiss to the head of
Carl's dick. Then he sits up licking his lips and smearing his fingers across
his chin where some of Carl's come had escaped. Looking at Carl, his eyes
heavy-lidded and black as night he slowly pulls Carl's earlier move as he sucks
them into his mouth and cleans Carl off them.
"Yeah dude?" Patrick finally asks as he finishes his come clean up job. "Why'd
you want me to stop? I could've made you come again you know. I'm good."
Carl frowns. "I, I didn't come too quick?" He asks quietly.
"What? No, why would you think that?" Patrick asks puzzled.
"Oh geez Pat, I don't know, maybe because I came in your mouth in like two
freaking seconds!" Carl answers in an irritated tone.
Patrick snorts. "Dude, you're like fourteen, fifteen soon enough. It's like a
requirement, a rite of teenage passage or some shit that we come lots and come
fucking quick. If you hadn't made me stop I'd have made you come again already
I bet." Patrick laughs lightly as he answers.
Carl frowns again. "You're not, not disappointed in me? That I came too quick I
mean?"
"Nope, not at all. I bet I'll be the same." Patrick leans up and moves back up
to straddle Carl. He puts both hands over his shoulders and leans their
foreheads together. "Not even an issue Carl, I promise." He kisses Carl again
and Carl kisses him back.
Sliding down the wall they wrap themselves around each other and savour the
skin on skin contact as they've never been able to before. And there in the
sunlight, they fall asleep in each other's arms.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Carl and Patrick sit side by side at the fire. The whicker and clink of hobbled
horses keep them company as do Rick, Daryl and Michonne. It's been a long few
days catching the horses. Daryl and Michonne had gentled them enough to take
halters and tomorrow they would load them up into the horse trailer and they'd
all head home.
Home, Carl thought. "I never thought I'd miss my lumpy mattress at the prison."
He said out loud as he shifted and stretched out his leg that had taken a kick
the day before yesterday. It was an ugly blue shade, the bruise so dark it
hadn't even started to fade.
"We've got liniment somewhere dude." Patrick says. "I'll look for it when I can
stand." Daryl snorted at them and rose to his feet lithely. Carl shook his head
at Patrick's sigh of admiration but said nothing. Michonne snorted at them
both.
"Mich, we're young inexperienced boys." Carl says to her imploringly when he
hears her snort.
"Uh huh, sure you are runt, sure you are." She scoffs as Daryl returns with the
liniment and tosses it to Carl. He catches it mid-air and Rick's eyes widen
slightly at his reflexes. It had been a long high shot with power behind it.
Carl catching it and Daryl's assumption he would, made him realise Carl was
very nearly an adult. Physically at least.
"Oh I'd agree with Carl, Mich. He really doesn't have that much experience."
Rick smother's his smile as Carl protests this as he knew he would. He loved
the animation Carl got on his face as he debated with Michonne. The only other
person he got that way with these days was Patrick.
Speaking of, Rick frowned as he watched Patrick just grin at Carl as he and
Michonne argued. There was something in his gaze that he'd seen before when he
looked at Carl. He is distracted by Daryl entering the conversation. Tuning
into it again he hears Carl insult all three of them and he shakes his head.
"Daryl you couldn't lay straight in bed." Carl continues.
Michonne laughs outright. "That goes for everyone here but me, since I'm the
only one here that is actually straight runt." She laughs again and then
freezes as she looks at Carl who is staring back at her with a look of utter
horror on his face.
Rick frowns as he watches Carl turn to Patrick. They stare at each other and
then turn as one to look at Rick. He looks at them both with a smile wondering
bizarrely if they'd somehow only just now really and truly realised that he and
Daryl and Michonne were a threesome.
And the penny drops.
Michonne wasn't just talking about he and Daryl. She was talking about Carl.
Carl and Patrick if her sentence was a true reflection. Rick turned to look at
her. She was looking back at him evenly. But she had an apology in her eyes.
Then she turned to Carl. "I'm so sorry runt." She says no more as she stands
exactly as Daryl had and taking up her sword she walks off into the darkness.
Rick watches as Daryl follows her, shouldering his crossbow as he went.
There hadn't been shock in Daryl's face either. They'd both known. And neither
of them had said anything. Rick closed his eyes and bowed his head. He begged
Lori as he had never begged her when he'd been alive to help him through the
conversation he was about to have.
Half-remembered things over the past several months come back to him. But the
one thing that truly resonates in his mind was seeing Carl step out of the
shower at the Greene farm a few days ago. There had been a fading bruise on his
pelvis. Just above his pubic hair.
It was a hickey he realised. Which meant that unless Carl was fooling around
with Daryl or Michonne and Rick knew for a fact that he wasn't. Or possibly
some girl at the prison, they had several around Carl's age there now. But if
not, then Patrick had given it to him. Which meant they were fooling around.
Together.
Shaking his head Rick bats the other hopes away. He knew it wasn't a girl back
at the prison. He flashes back and sees Carl and Patrick in the bathroom. Now
that he thought about it, he asked himself how he couldn't have seen it before.
Then, weeks or even months ago. The signs had been there, always together,
always in each other's company. Shit, that day he'd caught Carl barely dressed
in his room with Patrick sitting on the bed he should have realised.
Opening his eyes Rick scrubs his hands over his face and through his hair,
pulling at it harshly, trying to centre himself for the conversation waiting
for him.
Looking at them he sees that while he's been spaced out running back over
memory lane they'd moved closer together. Not in each other's laps or anything
but closer, Carl was slightly in front of Patrick, shielding him from Rick's
gaze and Patrick had a hand resting on Carl's hip. His hip.
"How long?" Rick asked them both.
Carl shrugs. "Since, what Pat?" Late spring?" Patrick nods but doesn't take his
eyes off Rick.
Rick wonders if he's expecting him to be violent. And a shudder rips down his
spine. He realises that he needs to be careful how he handles Patrick. Patrick
was slightly older, who knew what sort of experiences he'd suffered before
coming to the prison.
"And you're together together?" Rick doesn't know any other way to ask without
getting details he doesn't need to know.
"If you mean are we physically intimate then yes." Patrick speaks for the first
time. His voice is soft but its firm.
"You're not being pressured?" Rick questions Carl abruptly.
"Are you fucking kidding me dad?" Carl asks exasperatedly.
"Watch your mouth!" Rick is up on his feet suddenly, angered beyond belief.
"How long have you two fucking known?" He questions out loud as he looks at the
darkness surrounding them. "I fucking know you're there and you're listening,
you tell me now." He demands of Michonne and Daryl.
"Enough!" Carl stands up and throws his hat at Rick. Flinching Rick looks at
him.
"I ended up telling Mich when I needed someone to talk to. But I'm pretty sure
she'd already figured it out. I don't know how Daryl found out but he did. He
didn't say anything to you because it's not his business to tell you, it's
mine!" Carl yanks on Patrick's arm and grabs the liniment, limping to their
tent with Patrick following behind him. They crawl into their tent and zip it
shut emphatically leaving Rick standing by the fire with the two people he is
supposed to be sharing his own tent with staying stubbornly beyond his reach in
the dark of the night.
He stands and stares at Carl and Patrick's tent for several minutes before he
looks at his own. Shaking his head he drops his old hat, Carl's hat now and
walks to the four-wheel drive that was attached to the trailer. Getting in the
back seat he settles down for the night.
He wasn't fit for company.
                                  ##########
The trip back to the prison the next day is full of silence. Silence between
Rick, Carl and Patrick. Between Rick and Michonne. Between Carl and
Michonne and Patrick. And Daryl pulled himself in and spoke to no one at all.
Rick drives but it's a miracle he's getting them home in one piece. Most of the
drive his eyes had been glued to the rearview mirror as he watched Carl and
Patrick interact.
How the fuck had he missed it? It was so fucking obvious now. And what the fuck
had they argued about on first day of the trip? Whatever it was they were okay
now. He watched them talk and even joke and laugh. Pull faces and look at each
other eagerly. They were fine.
He fucking well wasn't.
"How long have you both known?" He asks quietly of Daryl and Michonne.
"Couple weeks at most." Daryl answers without looking at him.
"Since summer." Michonne answered after Daryl. "He asked me some questions and
I figured it out."
"And why didn't you tell me?" He asks Michonne this, Carl was right it wasn't
Daryl's place to tell him something he should have observed for himself.
"Because we have a deal, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." She says the
saying to Rick before she turns to look out the window again.
Rick has no answer for that. He'd encouraged Carl to talk to and confide in
Michonne. He was glad Carl had had someone to talk to and confide in. He'd
certainly been in no state to deal with a teenage boy discovering himself.
"How is he coping?" He asks softly.
Michonne snorts. "He's fine and dandy, Patrick and I however have had some
issues."
Daryl turns to her before Rick can say anything. "The fuck you mean issues?
Carl better be treating him right." He says bluntly.
Staring at him Michonne smiled suddenly. As always Rick's heart skipped a beat.
It skipped another one when Daryl grinned back at her. "Carl's treating him
fine. Both Patrick and I had issues with Carl. I thought he was just messing
around with Patrick until some girl he fancied came along. Patrick though, he
didn't think Carl had feelings for him, turned out Carl's had feelings for
Patrick for a hell of a lot longer than either of us thought. Think he's had
issues with boys dumping him in the past, he's insecure. But he's working on
it."
"Is that what their fight on first day was about?" Rick questions quickly.
"Something like that, we both took a long time to really accept that Carl truly
has feelings for Patrick, genuine deep feelings. And we both stomped on them
more than once figuring that out. We're lucky he's forgiving of those he
loves."
Rick paused as he realised what she'd said. "Loves?" He questions. "He's not
even fifteen yet."
"This world has made him a man already Rick, you'd best remember that." Daryl
says nothing more but he doesn't need to. Carl has done a lot more in his young
age than he'd done in his entire life until the infection hit.
"Fuck me." He says softly. Neither Daryl nor Michonne deign to answer him and
he didn't expect them to.
"Does anyone else know?" He asks some time later when they're nearly home.
"No, neither of them have plans to tell anyone for a fair while I don't think."
Michonne says. "I agree, it's their business, they don't need others in it. And
to be honest, they're not obvious about it, if Carl hadn't spoken to me I doubt
I'd have realised myself." She is being honest Rick realises.
He turned to Daryl, "How'd you figure it out?" He asks curiously.
Daryl shrugs. "Reminded me of us." He says no more and Rick doesn't need him
to. He remembers full well when he and Daryl had discovered they had feelings
for each other. The utter magnitude of them, how overwhelming they were.
Rick lets the silence return before he takes a breath and lets it out. He'll
let Carl decide when he's ready to talk. But he needs to get one thing off his
chest. "He's got a fucking hickey about two inches from his cock." He says
suddenly. "I didn't realise what it was when I saw it in the bathroom back at
the farm." Scrubbing a hand over his face he continues, "I don't need to see
fucking hickey's on my fourteen year old son's body, especially where I saw
that one."
Michonne laughed. "Don't worry, he's a virgin. They're just fooling around,
exactly like we all did. You going to sit there and tell me you never gave some
girl a love bite when you were around Carl's age? I know damn well I did and
got them in return, it's like a rite of passage or something." She laughs.
"Jesus, we do it to each other now." Daryl snorted in laughter as he raised his
shirt and looked down at the hickey in just about the same place that Rick had
said Carl's was.
"Mich is right Rick, you fuckin' gave this to me three nights ago. Let it
ride." He lowers his shirt and Rick snorts.
"Don't I know it. But he's fourteen." He knows he's lamenting but he can't help
it, Carl is his only son.
"Fifteen soon enough, let it go." Michonne says to him as she leans forward
resting her chin on his shoulder. Her other arm reaches for Daryl and he slides
his fingers through hers even as Rick reaches a hand out to rest on his thigh
briefly before he needs to change gears.
"Yeah yeah. I will. And I'll be here when he's ready to talk. Or if?" He
questions Michonne. She nods and kisses the side of his neck before biting down
suddenly and sucking. "Fuck!" He exclaimed as he jerked the wheel in shock.
"Not again, Dad. Not again, we're nearly home." Carl's plaintive voice comes
through the radio sitting on the dash. Rick laughs as he snatches up the radio.
"Preaching to the choir boy." And he tosses the radio back down and focuses on
the road home with everyone's mood suddenly lighter.
                                  ##########
"I've been thinking we need to expand beyond the cell blocks, maybe look at an
office suite or classroom or something. Something we can spread out into with a
room for Judith." Rick says noncommittally when they're turning onto the prison
road. He says no more leaving the choice of it up to Michonne and Daryl.
It's a big step he's asking them to take, they're both so independent. But they
surprise him.
"Been thinkin' on that, think I found a place actually. Got a smaller room for
our girl and there's a couple rooms across the hall that Carl and Patrick could
use, close but not in the same place you know?" He shifts in the seat, leaning
back on the door. "I'm up for it."
Rick glances at him and Daryl grins back, then they both turn to look at
Michonne. She flutters her eyes at them then looks down and up before letting
out a huge dramatic sigh. "I'm not changing dirty diapers and I'm not toilet
training. If you're okay with that then yes, I'm in too."
Rick nods though is heart is beating ten to the dozen. "Let's take a look
tomorrow. I know Glenn and Maggie have been making noises about expanding
beyond the cell blocks too."
"Chinaman ain't taking what I've got in mind, he's got something else lined
up." Daryl says as he straightens in his seat and prepares to get out of the
vehicle to take care of the few Walkers in their way of getting to the gate. He
and Michonne deal with them efficiently and then wave the vehicles on through.
Rick drives his up to the prison and around to where they'd decided to put a
temporary stable for the horses. He drives slow and careful as the road is now
dirt. He maneuvers the four-wheel drive carefully and then when he's got it
reversed in he switches off the engine. Carl and Patrick had parked near the
supply entrance and were already unloading.
Watching Herschel stride toward him Rick nods a greeting and then goes to the
trailer. Herschel helps him let it down and then they get the horses into the
yard. "I've already put water out, we just have to do hay for them."
"Thank you, how did the crops go?" Rick questions as he un-snaps the leads from
the horses they'd brought back.
"Oh fine, I do remember how to grow crops you know Rick." Herschel's
admonishment is soft but Rick hears it nevertheless.
"I know, they're my babies though." He says with a grin. Then he turns to where
his other baby was being brought toward him, she sat on Daryl's shoulders, her
hands clenched gleefully tight in his hair. Michonne strolled by his side
holding his crossbow.
"And here are some of my other ones." He uses the plural deliberately as he
steps up to Daryl and Michonne. Taking a breath he looks at them both and then
slides an arm around Daryl's lean waist and pulls him in for a quick kiss
before he bestows one on Michonne. Then he catches Judith as she lets go of
Daryl's hair and hurls herself at him.
"Daddy!" She yells. Rick smiles at her.
"I think you've grown, do you think she's grown Daryl?" He looks over and
watches Carl and Patrick unload. Like Michonne had said, in public they just
weren't obvious at all.
He supposed if he hadn't seen them in some private moments he'd have no idea
either. But he had and he should have recognised them for what they were. "I
need to talk to Carl and Patrick." He murmurs to Daryl and Michonne. They nod
at him and Rick takes Judith with him as he walks toward them.
But by the time he's gotten there they've disappeared. Their gear is gone and
the jeep is unpacked as is the trailer. Shit, they'd moved fast. Heading
inside, Judith talks to Rick excitedly as only a child can. He picks up the odd
word but responds mainly to her tone of voice as he answers her and continues
to hunt them down.
Stopping still out on the Eastern side a little later, he watches as Carl and
Maggie embrace. He can see something in her hands as she crushes Carl to her
tightly. Patrick stands to the side holding something else and Glenn shakes his
hand as he takes it from him. Then Carl and Glenn shake hands and Maggie
clutches everything to her chest as she heads toward Rick.
Glenn hugs her to him as they nod at Rick and move inside. And then Judith
spots Carl. "Carrrr!" Her squeal alerts them and Carl and Patrick turn to Rick
and Judith. Putting her down Rick lets her run as fast as she can to Carl who
scoops her up and twirls her around.
Taking a breath as he comes up on them Rick does what he'd do to Carl if they
were watching Daryl with Judith. He drops an arm around his shoulders and just
grins. He feels Patrick stiffen under his arm but he doesn't move away.
Carl's face loses its smile but Judith demands his attention again. Putting his
other hand on his hip Rick relaxes as he watches his two children interact with
each other. Clearing his throat he looks at Carl as he slowly stops twirling
Judith around and slides her around onto his back. He expertly pulls her arms
away from choking him.
"So, are you two amenable to moving in to some sort of apartment with us, me
and Daryl and Mich and Judith I mean?" Rick decides to be blunt. He knows that
Carl won't leave Patrick so Patrick has to come too.
"Apartment?" Carl's voice still shocks Rick sometimes with its newfound
deepness.
"Kind of, Daryl has scoped out something, a place we can be with a room for
Judith and he says there are a couple of rooms across the hall you and Pat can
use."
"Patrick." Both Carl and Patrick say his full name together.
Rick frowns. Patrick clarifies. "Carl is the only one who gets to call me Pat."
Rick raises an eyebrow.
"Okay, others will probably pick up on it you know."
Patrick's shoulders shrug under his arms. "I'll deal with it." He says no more
and steps out from Rick's arm. "I'm going to take a shower and then hit the
hay, been a long few days."
"Sure, see you later maybe." Carl answers as he begins to move Judith around
him and tickle her.
Turning slowly Rick and Carl walk back to the prison.
"So, what did you get Maggie?" Rick asks softly as Judith settles down and
rests her head sleepily on Carl's shoulder.
He hitches her up a little before answering. "Photographs, a couple of albums.
Tried to make sure I got her mum."
Rick nods. "From the way she was I think you succeeded. I should have thought
of that myself."
Carl shrugs. "You had enough on your mind." They walk inside and latch the gate
behind them. Getting back into the main area Carl looks up at his father. "You
want both of us to move with you guys?" He asks curiously.
"Yeah, you're my son, Patrick is your friend, your…other." Rick decides after a
few seconds of searching for a word.
"Dad!" Carl hissed as they were now among other people.
"What? You ashamed of Patrick?" Rick asks incredulously. "I raised you better
than that."
Carl shakes his head. He strides to Rick's room and puts Judith down. Then he
turns to Rick, shoving his hands through his hair. Rick suddenly realises that
he hasn't worn his hat since the night he'd found out Carl and Patrick were
together. But before he can ask about it Carl speaks.
"I'm fourteen, nearly fifteen. Pat is sixteen, heading for seventeen. How do
you think people are going to take it if we suddenly start holding hands and
kissing and shit?" He puts his hands on his hips. "I, no we need to be able to
handle ourselves physically when we decide to become public. Neither of us are
ashamed of each other Dad. Neither of us." He lets out a breath before
continuing.
"This," he gestures between the two of them, "Is why I never said anything to
you. You have questions I don't have answers to. Pat and I, we just are. That's
all. He's mine, I'm his that's it." Rick frowns as he sits down on his bed. He
gestures for Carl to sit as well.
"You know, I don't recall ever talking to you about homosexuality, did your mum
ever mention it?" Carl shakes his head. "So no issues with liking Pat, sorry
Patrick, as opposed to one of the girls here? No problem with liking a boy
instead of a girl at all?" Carl frowns at him and shakes his head.
"I've never liked girls, I had a crush on Cassidy until she screamed in my ear
and then I realised I didn't like girls like that." He frowns. "Sophia, I loved
her, but I didn't like her like that either." Rick nods.
"I think she had a crush on you though."
"Maybe Dad, I don't know. Pat is different. He's, we're, no. It's more, we're
more." Carl sits on the bed now as well with a sigh.
"Are you?" Rick breaks off with a snort.
Looking over at him Carl asks, "What?"
"Shit, I was about to ask if you're being safe but it's not like he's going to
get you pregnant and Mich did say to me – though she said nothing else – that
you're not having sex anyway, just fooling around."
"I'm a virgin dad, and why do you automatically assume that Pat is going to
screw me, he sucked my dick first so I figure I'll screw him first when I'm
ready and not before."
Rick covers his ears with his hands but it's too late. "Fuck, Carl!" He hisses,
he moves his hands to his eyes and presses the heels of them into his eyes as
if trying to wipe the vision of Carl and Patrick sucking each other off but
it's stuck. "You're fourteen." He says.
"And I'm not screwing Dad, I'm not ready for that and Pat is perfectly fine
with that. We've talked about it, we talk about everything, but I want to tell
you." Carl takes a breath and Rick braces himself for God only knows what.
"We're going on runs together from now on. When we leave the gates, it's
together or not at all."
Letting out a sigh of relief though he's not sure why Rick nods. Then something
registers with him and he turns to Carl. "You've been together for months now?"
Carl nods. Rick nods thoughtfully again himself. "So in the jeep on the way to
the farm, when you caught me and Mich fooling around, you lied to me boy." Carl
frowns now. And Rick grins ferally at him. "You told me you'd only ever jerked
off, you were lying to your father."
Swallowing Carl looks evenly at Rick, but he nods, confirming that he did lie
to his father. "I'd say you're grounded but that won't work, but you will be
punished boy, both of you for lying to me. Never again. Understand?"
Surprising Rick Carl doesn't immediately acknowledge his question. He mulls it
over, "If you feel you need to, then okay I accept. But not Pat." He's firm in
his statement reminding Rick again that he's truly more adult than child, even
in his mind. He accepts punishment, though not for Patrick.
"Okay, just don't lie to me again and I'll let it go this time."
"Long as you realise you won't always like my answers Dad, then sure." Carl
stands and moves to Judith's cot. He brushes a hand over her cheek lightly
before he leaves the cell. At the entrance he stops. "Deal?"
Rick nods. "Deal. And Carl?" Carl raises an eyebrow at him.
"I like your boyfriend, you have good taste." The smile that Carl flashes at
Rick is blinding. And then he is gone. Rick sighs as he leans back on his bed
himself. He needs to clean up and head out for dinner but he can't bring
himself to move. The last day catches up with him and he rolls on his side and
closes his eyes.
When Michonne and Daryl come in later they let him sleep and manage to curl
around him without waking him. They'd be there when he woke up.
                                  ##########
Carl went back to his room. He unpacked his clothing and piled it into the
laundry basket to be picked up for washing. Then he sat on his bed. He looked
at his father's hat. It was battered and sweat stained now. Still wearable but
not by much. He'd worn it to death these past few years.
He brushes his fingers over it. It was time to let it go he thought. So he put
it under his cot and then gathered his towel and some soap and left for a
shower. When he returned to his room Patrick was lying on his bed, squeaky
clean himself. "Wanna eat dude?" He asked.
"I'm starving yeah." Carl answered. They walked downstairs to the kitchen and
got in line, they were one of the last few people by the look of it. Again the
girls flirted with Carl and he ignored them making Patrick smirk to himself.
They sit with Herschel who thanked Carl for the photo albums.
Ducking his head Carl brushed it off as much as he could. Patrick shook his
head. Guy was modest, too modest. When they'd finished eating Carl stopped at
the table on the way back. "Take a walk with me?" He questioned softly.
"Sure." Patrick answered. He followed Carl who, once they were outside walked
as if he had a destination in mind. They ended up in the field where they
usually tossed a ball around. Patrick wandered with Carl as he walked back and
forth, still as if he had a purpose.
Before Patrick questioned him about it though he stopped and sank down to the
ground. It was a chilly night, frost was in the air. Snow wasn't far off he
thought. "I think this is where we first started to be together." Carl said
softly. Patrick glanced around, measured distances and shrugged.
"I think so too." He sank down and then went further and laid down.
"Dad and I talked, I told him we weren't telling people for a while yet, you
still okay with that?"
"Uh huh." Patrick says agreeably.
"Cool, and you're okay with moving with us to wherever the hell Daryl has
decided we should all live?"
"Uh huh." Patrick answers again.
"Okay then." Carl lies down now, his head in Patrick's lap, his hand reaching
out and connecting with Patrick's as he reached simultaneously for Carl.
"Love you Pat." Patrick's heart stuttered a little before settling into rhythm.
He felt Carl's love in his bones. Happiness curled in him as he grinned like a
freaking loon.
"Love you too retard." Carl snorted at Patrick's nickname and they both laughed
quietly as they watched the stars together.
***** Chapter 12 *****
"Fuck! Judith!" Carl cursed and called in the same breath. "You fucking
little…"
"Carl!" Patrick called to him sounding both humoured and exasperated in the one
word.
"Well…" He's cut off.
"She's a kid, she doesn't know any better retard." Patrick talks over the top
of him and he skirts around the jeep they're working on and makes a grab for
Judith before she can tip more of the oil Carl had set aside after changing it
all over her big brother. "Besides," Judith squeals as he tosses her in the air
and then flips her around so she's hanging upside down. "I think she wants to
play, dontcha Jude, sweet Jude." He sang in a squeaky high-pitched voice as he
stuck a hand into the oil and brought it out dripping in black sludge. "I think
someone needs some face painting."
"No Pattie, no!" Judith screamed in a hiccupping laugh as she tried to pull her
legs out of Patrick's grip. It was useless, now fully grown he was a strong and
strapping man. Extremely broad shoulders tapered to slimmer hips but not too
slim. His neck was strong and his legs with all the hunting and tracking he did
were well muscled. His curly mop of hair he chopped at with reckless disregard
give or take every six months. Girls had started going gaga over him about a
year or so ago when he'd filled out suddenly in a late growth spurt. He
disregarded them too.
He'd become Daryl's right hand man with hunting and unlike Daryl, had the
patience of a saint to teach others. He was chief teacher of most basic
survival stuff now. Fire, plants, camping out. And he taught people who didn't
know how to drive still too.
"You said bad words in front of me, I'm telling Daddy." Judith taunted Carl
from what she thought was a safe distance of being held up by Patrick albeit
upside down. She learned the error of her ways when Carl, quick as a snake
flicked his fingers into the oil and then out and over Judith. He splattered
her liberally with dots of oil before he stuck his tongue out at them both and
went back to his work.
"Get lost, both of you, I've got work to do."
He hears a shuffling and a whisper before strong hands suddenly yank on the
dolly he's lying on and pull him out from under the jeep. The hands grip his
thighs right at the reflex joint and squeeze making him shoot up in shock.
"Pat! Fu.." His next word is cut-off by Patrick's tongue sliding into his open
mouth. He ignores Judith's gagging noises.
Melting into Patrick's kiss his greasy hand slid up into Patrick's curly hair
and over his neck and down his back. Patrick shuddered before he drew away and
grimaced. Then he looked down at Carl still looking up at him. "This dirty
mouth of yours has better uses than cussing out your baby sister." Patrick
whispered quietly as he watched Carl's pupils dilate and his breath whoosh out
in a stuttering shudder.
"Pat, God." Swallowing Carl pulled sharply and Patrick fell forward again to
thud clumsily against Carl's lean chest as he dove back in, his mouth slanting
wickedly over Patrick's. "Want you." He said softly as he pulled away. But
before he could pull Patrick down on him they're suddenly drenched in the oil
Judith had taken up and thrown on them.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Carl yells as Patrick swears too.
"Holy fucking shit, I'm gonna fucking kill you little girl." He manages to get
to his feet, only sliding twice and then taking off his boots he looks around
for the little wretch. Carl caught the brunt of it however and is literally
soaked, his hair hanging in greasy strips down his face and shoulders. He'd
never really taken to cutting it and now it was down past his shoulders. Long,
straight and sable brown.
Patrick still loved running his fingers through it and washing it for him. He
also had visions of fucking Carl from behind one day and holding onto him only
by his hair. He grinned as he glanced back at Carl, he'd come when he'd told
him that particular fantasy as he jerked him off awhile back.
Rolling over on his side off the dolly Carl managed to slide to his hands and
knees but no further. Head down he looked around for Judith. "She hiding behind
the bus." He said quietly to Patrick as he looked over and up.
Nodding Patrick took off and Carl started yelling and cursing Judith again to
distract her. Classic hunting behavior. A distraction so the real predator
isn't heard. And it worked like a charm. He grinned when he heard Judith's
shrieking scream followed by Patrick's over the top evil laughter.
"What the hell is going on in here?" A sharp voice cuts through their noise and
they all stop and jerk around at Rick as he stands there with his hands on his
hips looking at them. Carl being closest catches the brunt of his anger.
Standing carefully he shrugs. "Was changing the oil, blame your daughter for
the fact that it didn't stay where I put it."
Patrick drags Judith out from behind the bus. She's squirming and covered in as
much oil that he could transfer to her. Carl laughs and Rick's mouth tilts as
he smiles.
"Did you throw the oil on them baby girl?" He asked her without moving closer,
wanting to stay clean.
"Yes but," Judith trailed off, she remembered Daryl saying to always own up if
she was asked but to not make an excuse. So she didn't finish her sentence.
"But?" Rick prompts her though.
Judith thinks before she answers trying to not make an excuse. "They were
kissing." She finally answered honestly. "They wouldn't play with me." Rick
watches as Shane's mouth pushes out in what is nothing but an adorably cute
pout.
Shaking his head he looked at Carl and Patrick. "Finish this off and then go
clean up in the stream, you're not setting foot inside like that, I'll leave
some clothes by the door for you. Take Judith with you and clean her too."
Turning on his heel he left the three of them there.
Carl wondered absent mindedly how he could be eighteen and counting and still
feel like he was Judith's age when his father looked at him like that. Lying
down again he slid back under the jeep to finish its service.
When he'd finished Patrick and Judith were sitting quietly on the ground beside
the jeep and drawing in the mud made of the oil soaking into the ground. "Shit
I was gonna say you're cleaner you should get the clothes, but it looks like
I'm cleaner." He huffs as he stands and stretches.
He catches Patrick looking up at him and grins as he deliberately flutters his
eyelashes at him in invitation. Narrowing his eyes Patrick looks at him and
licks his lips. They're brought back to earth by Judith.
"Ugh, no kissing." She demanded as she rose to her feet. She had Lori's skinny
build and in a boys pants and boots with a frilly blouse from God knew where
she was an oddity. Her hair was a long mass of curly black-brown. Shane is
stamped on her everywhere, but so is Lori.
Carl thought of the night a couple of years ago when his dad had sat him down
and told him that Shane was more than likely the father of Judith. Carl had
answered he may have made her, but he wasn't her father. It was the only other
time he'd ever seen Rick cry apart from when he'd told him Lori had died giving
birth.
Wiping his hands as best he can Carl heads inside to where his father had left
the clothes. Running across Beth he laughs at her grimace. When she sees that
he has clothes for Judith as well she shakes her head. "Hey, she poured the oil
on Pat and I, we just spread it around." He said in defense. Beth shook her
head again.
"I'm about to go shower, I'll take her with me, clean her up. You never do her
hair properly and that's without oil in it." Beth said.
"Are you sure?" Carl asked Beth. She nodded.
"Yeah, I haven't seen her for a couple of days, it'll be nice to catch up."
Beth said as she walked beside Carl.
"Well, okay if you're sure." Carl said, he wouldn't deny that Patrick had him
hot and bothered, bathing together in the stream was something they loved to do
together. Judith as much as they loved her would put a crimp in that.
"I'm sure, hey there squirt, let's go get you squeaky clean okay?" Beth says to
Judith as they come up on her and Patrick. Patrick opened his mouth to say
something but shut it again as Carl shook his head behind Beth's back. They
watched the two of them walk away and Carl grinned as Judith put her greasy
hand in Beth's and began to natter as only she could.
Beth replied seriously and Judith continued on talking.
"Hey, she insisted, said we don't get Judy's hair clean enough, even without
oil being in it." Carl said defensively. Shaking his head Patrick began to walk
to the stream they often bathed in together, weather permitting.
They move to the small clearing they'd created for themselves and began to
disrobe. Leaving their oil stained clothes on the ground they waded into the
stream and dunked themselves. Taking up the soap they'd left there last time
Patrick started to lather his body and then tossed it to Carl.
Catching it one-handed Carl began to do the same. Then he turned his back and
felt Patrick pouring some of the homemade shampoo they kept here in a jar as
well onto his head.
"I'm going to have to do yours too." He says as he groans under Patrick's
skilled fingers massaging his scalp. Letting himself lean back on Patrick Carl
thinks of what he'd said before to him. He did want him. He was ready. But he
knew that Patrick hadn't realised that was what he'd meant.
Carl let Patrick continue to shampoo his hair and then use the lather to stroke
over his body. He'd filled out some but not like Patrick. He was taller than
Patrick now, kind of like a beanpole. Tall and straight. Mich called him lean
and mean. But he had strength and stamina.
Letting his hands drift down in the water past his own hardening cock Carl
pushes them back, gripping Patrick's thighs, pulling him flush against his
backside with another groan. Patrick was hard too.
Raising himself up on his toes and feeling the mud around his feet Carl arched
his back and pushes Patrick's cock down to slide between his legs, to tunnel
into the groove of his buttocks. "Oh yeah." Patrick said softly as he began to
thrust back and forth, the top of his cock skating across Carl's balls. "God,
fuck you're so fucking hot." He says softly as he fucks Carl's channel.
Suddenly Carl pushes himself off Patrick and dives down, sinking underwater. He
smiles as he hears Patrick's muffled groan of protest even underwater. Then he
swims forward a little and comes up against the sunken boulder in the stream.
Putting his back to it he rises up to his full height, letting the water slide
off him he bends forward and shakes out his now clean hair letting it fall
everywhere, just the way Patrick likes.
Then making sure Patrick is watching him he turns around so he's looking at
Patrick over his shoulder. And not breaking eye contact he moves his hands back
to his buttocks and grips them. Patrick's gaze drops to watch Carl's hands and
Carl smiles. He watches Patrick's eyes dilate as he slowly pulls his buttocks
apart, exposing his hole to Patrick's hungry gaze and weeping cock.
"Fuck Carl." He says softly as Carl continues to look at him. He can see Carl's
hole clearly in the afternoon sun dappling through the trees and the lower
water level around the boulder.
Waiting until Patrick finally brought his gaze back up to Carl's eyes Carl
spoke. "I'm ready Pat, I want to take your cock inside me now. I want to feel
you inside me now. I want you to come inside me now. I want to feel you Pat."
He broke off and waited for Patrick to speak.
"Carl." Carl looks steadily back at Patrick. Watches as he moves back to the
bank and grabs up the jar of shampoo they keep out here they're here so often
during the summer. He lets go of his butt cheeks, turning to meet Patrick as he
wades toward him.
Stopping and looking up the couple of inches he needs to now Patrick looks into
Carl's eyes. "Ready to tell people too?" He asks. That was their deal. When
they fuck, they tell people and they move in together.
"I am, it's past time." Carl answers. He leans down, his hands sliding around
Patrick's waist, one of them gliding up his back, feeling the muscles he
touches writhe under his callused fingers. Slanting his mouth over Patrick's
Carl takes a kiss, strong lips meet his, lips he knows the taste of, the shape
of, the essence of.
Lips he'd recognise anywhere on his skin. "Pat," Carl moans as their mouths
breath apart. "God." Carl lets his head drop back as Patrick's lips and tongue
slowly kiss a path across his cheek, to his ear and down his neck. He gasps
when he feels Patrick open his lips on his neck and begin to suck. "Pat,
you're…oh." He says on a whisper as he realises Patrick is marking him.
Making sure people are left with no doubt that they are with each other. "Pat."
Carl doesn't recognise his own voice, the softness in it is something he's not
heard before. His legs feel weak with desire for Patrick, desire he's let out
and still held somewhat in check for fear of going too far too soon over these
past few years.
Visions of the two of them and what they're about to do have Carl's cock
jerking and pre-come oozing from it to lay on the surface of the water. Patrick
breaks away and Carl stares into his eyes, his own feel like the sunlight it
too bright, he knows his own pupils are dilated too.
He watches Patrick's eyes drift to his neck and the smile bloom across his face
slowly. "Guess you did a good job then?" Carl asks him as he finds himself
smiling too.
"Yeah dude, cherry black. Colour suits you, gonna be leaving a lot more from
now on." Patrick murmurs and moves back in but Carl slides like an eel out of
his grip and goes to his knees taking Patrick's cock in his mouth. "Fuck dude,
fuck." Patrick hisses as Carl's tongue teased him. Fisting his own cock Carl
jerked it underwater in time with his sucking mouth.
Pulling off for a few seconds he looked up. "You want to come this way first?"
He asked Patrick.
Patrick shook his head. "No, I want to come in you. You don't mind being first?
I remember you said you'd fuck me first because I blew you first." Patrick
says.
Shaking his head Carl stood up, his legs were shaking. "I know, that doesn't
matter, I need you to be first Pat. I need you inside me, I've waited too
long."
"Four fucking years retard, I know. But you're ready now, which means it's
gonna be fantastic." Pulling Carl forward Patrick lays a soft wet kiss on his
lips. Carl moans lightly and leans in, nestling into Patrick's sturdier body.
"Love you Pat." He says as he kisses the side of Patrick's neck softly, feeling
Patrick's hands soothe over his back.
"Love you too retard." Patrick answers the same way he always does when Carl
says 'I love you' first. Carl smiled as he snuggled in for a few seconds and
then pulled back, reaching for the shampoo.
"It's outside like you wanted." Patrick says and Carl smiles.
'Yeah." He takes some shampoo and then hands the jar to Patrick to cap for him.
And then he turns around and braces one hand on the rock again, presenting his
backside to Patrick.
"Dude?" Patrick asks and then stops talking, nearly swallowing his tongue as
Carl looks at him from under his lashes and pushes two fingers inside himself,
preparing himself to take Patrick's cock for the first time.
"Want to do this for you Pat, I need to." Carl says as he continues to fuck his
own fingers in and out of himself. Then he moans as he begins to stretch them
inside his body, stretching for Patrick.
"Nice, you are so fucking sexy Carl." Patrick murmurs as he watches. "Now we're
doing this, one day I'm gonna prep you with my tongue and nothing else, bet you
come before I get my cock inside you that day." He says wickedly as he looks
back up into Carl's eyes with a grin that promises nothing but pleasure before
dropping them back to Carl's hand in his backside.
Moaning himself at the thought Carl plays no games. "I bet I do too, God the
things you do to me with your tongue Pat, God." He says as he tries to grip the
boulder tighter, his fingers are cramping in need now. "I'm ready." He says
softly as he stops moving his fingers and stills his body. Pulling them out he
closes his eyes and lets his head drop down to hang between his shoulder
blades.
Opening them a little later he sees his throbbing cock and moans at the thought
that soon, maybe today or tomorrow he's going to be pushing that inside
Patrick. But now, now Patrick's own cock was going to be pushing inside him.
Widening his stance, Carl arched his back and pushed out his butt.
"I'm ready Pat, put your cock inside me now." He orders softly and then he
feels Patrick's lips on his neck, sliding softly down the nape, down his spine
to the base where he kisses and licks the faint dimples Carl has there. And
then he feels Patrick's hands on his buttocks, pushing them apart.
And then Carl feels the hot blunt head of Patrick's cock pressing against his
entrance. Kisses land on his shoulders. "Remember what we talked about Carl,
relax, push down and let me in, gonna hurt. Has to man, you're popping your
cherry. But it's a good hurt."
"Yes, I remember Pat, I remember." Carl answers. He grips the boulder tighter
and looks over his shoulder at Patrick, their eyes meet and without looking
away Carl deliberately pushes himself back on Patrick's cock as he bears down
and Patrick slides into Carl's body for the first time.
"Pat!" Carl calls as he feels himself stretch as he has never stretched or been
stretched before.
"I'm here Carl, I'm here, I've got you." And he does. Patrick's arms slide
around Carl's waist, one pulling him back onto Patrick's chest as the other
slides up his body, palms a nipple, tweaks it lightly and the moves up to
Carl's neck, gripping it firmly. "I've got you." He says and Carl feels himself
gripped by Patrick.
It was something they'd discovered a couple of years ago, that Carl had a
little thing for being gripped by the neck.
The first time Patrick had stood behind him and done it Carl had shot so hard
he'd blacked out. The second time it happened again. Patrick thought he was
doing something wrong.
But when Carl had blushed and told him that he passed out because he orgasmed
so hard Patrick had just stared at him in wonder. "You're into auto-erotic
asphyxiation? Dude you're fucking kinky." He'd shaken his head and leaned over
and kissed Carl soundly. "I can roll with that."
"Auto-what?" Carl had asked him. He was nothing but confused about why Patrick
putting his hand around his neck caused him to orgasm so hard he blacked out.
"It means that you like having your breath taken from you, helps you orgasm
more, gives a more intense orgasm so they say. I've only done research you
know?" Carl nodded. And then he shook his head.
"No, that's not it. It's that you were holding me uh, captive?" He questioned.
"You weren't cutting off my air and I didn't feel like you were, my breathing
was fine. It was the thought that you held me captive, that I couldn't get
free." Carl blushed fiercely now, his freckles standing out like black dots on
his skin.
Patrick had just stared at him. "I'm glad about the asphyxiation, it's kind of
dangerous, but you liked me pinning you down?" His voice is curious now, not
judging in any way.
Nodding Carl looked up at Patrick through his lashes. "I did Pat, I really
did." Patrick nodded.
"I can deal with that too, fuck knows I'm sure I'll have a kink or two. But not
all the time though?" His voice rose a bit in fear of Carl's answer.
Grinning Carl shook his head. "No, at least I hope not." He says with a laugh.
Patrick laughed with him.
Carl comes back the present as he feels Patrick bottom out inside him. His
backside had been well and truly plundered now. Over the years anal fingering
had become a regular part of their play, but Patrick's cock inside him? That
was different.
He leaned back fully on Patrick knowing he can and will take his weight with
ease. Carl slides his hands over Patrick's, his left resting over Patrick's
left arm around his waist, his right up to briefly hold Patrick's hand over his
neck before Carl moves it back and grips Patrick's still greasy hair tightly.
"Fuck Pat." He says as he lets his head fall back to rest on Patrick's
shoulder. He feels Patrick throbbing inside him and closes his eyes to the
sunlight as he lets his body be taken. Patrick doesn't move however, merely
stays still. "You gonna move?" Carl asks him softly after a few minutes.
"Yeah, when I think I can hold off from coming straight away dude." Patrick
answers him quietly. Carl's eyes open.
"You're that close to coming?" He asks in surprise.
Patrick's hand tightens around his neck. "Dude, I've waited like four years to
get my cock inside you, fucking oath I'm close to shooting." Carl's eyes
flutter and he turns his head to the side and kisses and licks at Patrick's
strong neck. Then he begins to suck and he moans even as he continues to do so
as he feels Patrick's cock jerk and throb more inside him.
When he pulls off he pushes himself forward putting his hands back down on the
boulder. Then he braces himself and pushes back on Patrick's cock. And looking
over his shoulder at Patrick, Carl smiles and then clenches his anal muscles on
Patrick.
"Fuck! You, fuck!" Patrick swears loudly as he jerks uncontrollably inside
Carl's body. He pulls out and slams back inside without warning and only the
fact that he'd braced his arms already stopped Carl's own cock from being
slammed against the unforgiving stone.
"You want me to move do you retard?" Patrick says as he begins to thrust
awkwardly inside Carl.
"Yes Pat, I want you to fuck me, come inside me." Carl answers Patrick, his
words soft and hoarse as he feels his cock jerk and throb in time with
Patrick's inside him.
"Jesus, the things you do to me Carl." Patrick mutters as he moves his hands to
Carl's waist and pulls him tight against his pelvis, pushing his cock into him
at the same time.
Carl moans as he feels Patrick get impossibly harder inside him. "Only what you
do to me Pat." He says. His words are broken as is his breath. He's trying to
catch it but he can't.
Suddenly Patrick's hands move to his back and push him forward, one hand slides
up his spine to the nape of his neck and pushes him down, holds him in place so
he can't move. Carl moans again as the synapses in his brain flare at the
thought that Patrick is holding him prisoner.
And he gives himself over to Patrick as he gives himself to no one else. His
body is owned by Patrick now, as his soul is owned already. Pushing back as
Patrick pushes forward they set up a rhythm despite the shifting of mud under
their feet.
Carl feels the cock inside him, rubbing his flesh from the inside out,
sensitizing it as it has never been sensitized before. His moans are nearly
constant as he tries to find a way to cope with the overwhelming feelings
Patrick is causing in him again.
He should be used to it by now, but he's not. Patrick can still make him quake
like a baby with a look or a touch. And now by possessing him as no other ever
has or ever will. Sobbing with the need for release Carl cries out loudly when
a wet though still warm and callused hand grasps his leaking cock,
"Pat, please yes." He can say nothing else and begins to chant Patrick's name
repeatedly as becomes closer and closer to orgasm. He feels Patrick stroking
him in time with his thrusts and grips the boulder harder sure he's leaving
imprints in it his fingers are gripping it so hard.
He pushes back on the wide palm on the back of his neck, making it push him
down further, hold him tighter. And that firm grasp on the back of his neck is
Carl's undoing. He feels his balls draw up and tingles in the base of his spine
begin to spread as he howls his release, pushing back on the hand and grasping
Patrick's cock with his own muscles from the inside.
Coming in shooting jets all over the boulder he's gripping Carl lets himself
fall forward until his chest is resting on the boulder. Patrick follows him
down, his cock still hard and throbbing inside him. He leans down on Carl,
covering him, his hands moving around to hug his chest.
Slowly, as Carl regains his breath Patrick starts moving again, little slides
of his hips, just enough for friction. Carl moans again as he feels Patrick
fucking him still. Clenching down he grins at Patrick's pleasured hiss. "You
fucker." He says as Carl grins to himself.
"Maybe Pat, you going to tell me you won't do the same?" Carl whispers to
Patrick. It's the best his voice can do right now.
"Bet your pretty little backside I will. I'm gonna fucking top from the bottom
dude." Patrick says as he bestows warm open-mouthed kisses on Cal's shoulders.
Then he pushes himself up, resting his palms on the bounder beside Carl's he
begins to move his hips, just his hips.
Back and forth, in and out of Carl's backside. This time the moan is all
Patrick as he chases his own pleasure. Carl grins as he clenches down and holds
himself tight. Squeezing Patrick's cock as hard as he can, trying to make him
come and come good.
"Come for me Pat, need to feel you inside me." He whispers again and it is
Patrick's undoing. Carl moans and feels his cock begin to fill again even as he
feels Patrick unload inside him. "Oh God, Pat, yes." He says, still whispering
as he feels the heat that is Patrick's own essence fill him from the inside
It feels like nothing he's felt before. And he can't wait to feel what it's
like when he's the one coming inside Patrick either.
Some minutes later Patrick rises up from where he'd fallen on Carl's back. Carl
grins as he clenches down once more as Patrick slowly pulls himself out of the
haven that is Carl's body. "Dude, I don't want to leave you, want to sleep just
like this."
Carl moans at the thought of going to sleep with Patrick inside him. "You think
you'd actually sleep? I know I wouldn't I'd be too hard." He says as he stands
himself and flexes his cramping fingers. He'd held the boulder so tightly he
had red and raw imprints from it on each finger.
Turning Carl looks at Patrick. Patrick looks back at him. Slowly they both
smile at each other. Patrick steps forward in the water and palms Carl's cheek.
Carl closes his eyes as he burrows his face into Patrick's palm. He feels like
home.
"Love you Carl, can't wait to tell people, no matter how they take it." He says
simply.
Carl nods. "Yeah and tonight you can move into the same room and we can work
out how to put a proper bed together. I'm not spending another night without
you now Pat." Carl answers as he grabs the floating jar of shampoo. He opens it
up and scoops some more out and hands the jar to Patrick.
Then he begins to shampoo Patrick's greasy hair. Patrick recaps the shampoo and
rests it on the boulder. "I'm never going to look at this boulder again without
seeing you spread all over it." He says as he palms his own cock.
Quick as a snake Carl's hands smack his palms away. "Dude." Patrick says to
him.
"Mine later on. No more, you hold off Pat, the next time you come I'll be
fucking you." He says simply as he begins to shampoo Patrick's hair again.
He ignores Patrick's aroused moan even though it makes his own cock twitch in
response. With a huffing laugh he finishes shampooing Patrick's hair and
without warning he pushes him backward to land in the stream fully submerged.
Then he dived after him laughing manically. They surface together, arms wound
around each other kissing soundly.
Grabbing the shampoo they make their way to shore and dry off. Dressing
silently they head inside. When they reach the tree line and break out into the
open they stop and look at each other. Then taking a breath they clasp each
other's hands and walk toward the buildings in the distance.
***** Chapter 13 *****
Walking back to the prison hand in hand they don't talk. Patrick is focused on
the fact that Carl is going to fuck him later tonight. His cock is twitching
like mad at the thought that he's going to be fucked later on. Finally.
Carl is full of Patrick. Patrick owns him now and he'll own Patrick exactly the
same later on. He smiles over at Patrick and sees the hickey on the side of his
neck. "Guess we'd better see the folks." He says quietly.
Patrick nods. They should. "Yeah, how do you think others are going to take
it?" He swallows. He remembered how Scott's parents had been when Scott had
come out to them just before the infection hit. It hadn't been pretty.
"Doesn't matter Pat, the people that count the most already know and love us
anyway." Carl says as he stopped and looked at Patrick. Patrick stopped and
turned to Carl as well. Releasing a sigh he nods.
"Yeah, okay. But not everyone is going to be okay with it Carl, you need to be
ready for that you know." He says as he turns and looks at the buildings
they're heading toward.
"I know, but they're not going to rule my life Pat, not now not ever. Hey,
there's Judy and Beth." He looks at them wandering down one of the gravelled
paths that had been laid around the grounds. He watched them come toward them
and felt Patrick's hand grow sweaty in his. He gripped it a bit tighter and
began to walk toward them.
"Hey guys, nice to see you looking clean again. Judy told me what she did and
she has something to say." Beth says as she looks at them both. Her eyes drift
down to their hands and then back up to their faces, she looks at Carl first,
having known him longer. Taking in the hickey on his neck she raises an eyebrow
and glances at Patrick Seeing a matching bruise on his neck she then looks down
at Judith.
Judith looks at Patrick, "Piggy back ride Pattie?" She asks him with a smile."
Shaking his head Patrick lets go of Carl's hand and quick as a snake reaches
for Judith. He grabs her and throws her around so she's hanging upside down
again, her wet hair dangling around her face as she squeals.
Carl laughs as Patrick does his evil chortle. He throws an arm around Beth's
shoulders as he feels her slip an arm around his waist. After a few seconds of
walking around with Judith upside down Patrick rights her and like a monkey she
climbs over him to attach herself to his back, legs wound around his waist and
her arms around his neck.
Old enough now that she knows not to choke him she settles down and looks over
at her brother and Beth. "Carl, did Pattie kiss you too hard again?" She asked
as she spied the mark on Carl's neck.
"Yeah squirt, I did." Patrick answered for Carl. And like that Beth is aware
they're a couple. Not only that she's aware that Judith already knows this.
With that realisation she understands that Rick, Daryl and Michonne would
already know as well.
And with that she accepts them.
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At dinner that evening Carl and Patrick sit together as usual. There is nothing
different in their demeanor to suggest they're a couple. Beth had told her
father and Zach. She hadn't told anyone though she would have told Maggie but
she hadn't seen her.
Herschel had surprised Beth. She knew he hadn't known from their discussion but
she'd expected him to have trouble with them being together. The hickey's
certainly indicated they had some sort of physical relationship.
She watched them carefully but still didn't get an inkling or a vibe. And in
the low light of the evening not many others saw the hickey's either.
It is the next morning at breakfast when people see them. Females their own age
specifically. Patrick had an early watch so Carl was on his own. Beth had never
tired of teasing Carl about the girls that tried for his attention. He'd never
blushed or gotten nervous around any of them she knew.
She'd always thought he had someone in mind sometimes but he'd never confided
in her. For a while she thought it was Maggie, then she thought it was
Michonne. It was only now she realised it was probably Patrick and had been
Patrick all along.
Shaking her head she watched the three girls looking at Carl and discussing
him. She wondered if they knew how they sounded. She didn't like the sound of
them herself and hoped to God she'd never been that nasty when she'd had
girlfriends to gossip like that with.
Zach slides an arm around her waist and kisses her forehead. "Let it go, they
have to deal with it themselves Beth." He says softly. "And they will. They're
not, I don't think they've just started seeing each other, I've been thinking
about it and I think they've been together for a while." He says softly so
other's don't hear.
"Me too, it's just that those girls and the other couple around here are gonna
try to tear them apart without even realising what they're doing."
Zach snorts. "Something tells me they'll cope just fine. And I doubt Patrick is
going to have any trouble letting them know Carl is taken."
Beth frowned at him. "Why Patrick? Why not Carl having trouble?" She asked with
a frown.
Smiling Zach answered her. "Because they've been going gaga over Carl for a few
years now, but Patrick only for the last year or so, since he's filled out
some. He's been dealing with them falling all over Carl for longer than Carl's
been dealing with them falling all over him."
"Oh, of course. Still, I hope no bloodshed comes out of it." Beth says
plaintively.
"Wishful thinking, someone's gonna draw blood, I'm hoping its one of the guys,
those bitches need a come to Jesus talk." Zach says as he stands and heads off
to his work for the day.
Beth sits and does the schedules, Herschel had been the only one unsurprised by
her analytical mind. She'd been charge of rostering for a few years now and
enjoyed it. Though she didn't enjoy the way people tried to get in her good
books for different shifts.
She had not been popular because she didn't rearrange the schedules when people
tried to get her to. The girls she was looking at being a case in point. They
were only a few years her junior but had not lived outside on the road as she
had, they'd been protected as she had been initially.
For the first time Beth resolved to not be impartial and to give them the
shittiest of the shittiest jobs if they gave Carl and Patrick any real trouble
when they found out they'd put the hickeys on each other.
"Hey Carl, who is your girlfriend?" Lizzie's voice rang out. Beth slowed down
her work and watched Carl. The tips of his ears turned red but that was all.
She felt her heart beat faster as he stood after finishing his breakfast.
"I don't have a girlfriend Lizzie." He answers quietly as he takes his dish up
to be washed. He'd never left it for someone to clean up after him even though
it always put him in contact with the girls and their aggressive flirting.
"Oh yeah, you got a 'woman' friend then?" Tish, asked. She was about a year
older than Carl and had been trying for both he and Patrick ever since she'd
arrived a couple of years ago.
"No." Carl answered as he left his dishes behind and began to leave.
"Then what? A boyfriend?" Lizzie asked sarcastically.
Carl stopped and turned around. He looked at all three of them equally. "Yeah,
I do have a boyfriend. Patrick's my boyfriend." He goes to turn around again
but is stopped by a screech.
"What? Are you kidding me? I don't believe it!" This from Mika. Beth winced a
little. She was the less venomous of the three of them but still had claws. And
Beth knew she'd had a heavy crush on Patrick for a while.
"Why don't you believe it Mika? Because Pat should choose you? He didn't and he
won't." Carl says. He winces as he turns back and walks outside not stopping
this time for anyone. Beth began to write her rosters again but she made a
couple of adjustments as she listened to the girls talk.
She shook her head as they got increasingly louder. Loud enough that she didn't
realise Judith had come into the room.
"You don't say that about my brothers! You're just a jealous haggy person! You
leave them alone!" Her words get progressively louder as she stands and stars
at the girls with her hands on her hips. Beth winced as she got to her feet to
go grab her but someone beat her to it.
"Well said squirt." Patrick reached for her and Judith went up into his arms
her hands latching tightly around his neck as she burst into noisy tears.
Beth's protective instinct was roused now. No one messed with Judith.
"I agree, the three of you need to pull your heads in here and now or I'll be
giving you the shit jobs until the day you all get turfed out of here to be
Walker bait." She said loudly as she stood up and went to Judith. She ran a
hand softly up and down her back as she ranged herself by Patrick's side.
"If Patrick and Carl are together it's no one's business but theirs and you
ladies need to remember that." She placed sarcastic emphasis on the word ladies
and Mika flushed in shame though the other two didn't. Not that she expected
them to.
"And if you don't, I don't care that you've got a cunt instead of a cock, I'll
take all three of you down and don't you fucking forget it. He's mine, no one
else's." Beth shivers at the menace in Patrick's voice. She'd only ever heard
him like that once before when someone they'd exiled had been abusing his wife.
"Pattie, bad words. You can't say them or you'll get in trouble with our
Daddies." Judith snuggles further into Patrick's solid arms and Beth finds
herself laughing as she follows them outside. Sitting down with Judith still
wrapped in his arms Patrick rocks her as Beth sits beside him.
She strokes a hand down Judith's hair and surprises the hell out of Patrick by
stroking his as well. "Good on you, they needed that. I've always disliked the
way they talk about you and Carl." Patrick nodded.
"I have too, we had a deal. Until we went public we wouldn't take offense, just
let it ride. And I would have except they upset squirt here. No one messes with
her, no one."
Judith sits back in Patrick's arms suddenly and says in a tone far beyond her
years. "No one messes with my brother's either Pattie." Patrick gapes at her as
does Beth and then he looks over and shakes his head at Beth in bemusement.
"Understood squirt, but next time wait until you've got someone to watch your
back okay?" He questions her drily.
"Okay." She says again as Beth continues to stare at her. Shaking her head as
well she stands up.
"If you're okay, I'm going to get to work." She steps away and then steps back.
"Um, Patrick?" She waits until he looks up at her, squinting in the sunlight
and trying to focus. She knew he had trouble with some close up vision these
days. "Uh, how long have you guys been together?" Giving in and calling herself
a nosey parker Beth still asks the question.
She is blinded by Patrick's smile. "Oh, over four years now." He answers her
blithely and then he laughs loudly as Beth's jaw drops.
"Seriously?" She is flabbergasted they'd managed to keep it to themselves for
so long. "How long have your family all known?" She asks knowing that Rick,
Daryl and Michonne as well as Judith see Patrick as family and have done for
some time.
"Geez that long as well, except squirt. She's only been aware for a couple of
years. And she is not a fan of our kissing." Patrick grins engagingly at Beth
as Judith grumbles at him in agreement. "Its why she dumped the oil on us
yesterday."
With a laugh Beth shook her head and turned away only to turn back again.
"Thanks for answering." Patrick merely nodded at her this time.
Beth walked away with a lighter heart at the realisation they'd be okay. They
had more history than anyone knew, they wouldn't be torn apart by prejudice or
jealousy.
                                  ##########
Sliding onto their newly fashioned double bed later that evening Patrick
wrapped his arms around Carl. "Dude, we need to think about that trip to the
Grand Canyon I think, if we're still gonna go and all that. It needs to be
planned good."
Rolling over and into Patrick's arms Carl nuzzled his neck where his hickey
bloomed. "Um, sure. But later." He skates his hands down Patrick's back and
over his backside. "I want this now since I didn't get it last night." He says
speaking of the late watch change that had left him sleeping alone.
"Fucking slut." Patrick mutters to him even as his lips are kissing and licking
at Carl's neck and chest. He rolls onto his back bringing Carl with him,
letting him slide in between his legs. They both groan lightly as their
burgeoning cocks slide against each other.
Carl laughs lightly as he rears back at the same time he slides a hand under
his pillow. He brings it back with a half-used tube and opens it up. "You
better be ready, I've been waiting for your backside since you took mine Pat."
Patrick shakes his head and scoots up on the mattress even as he spreads his
legs widely for Carl, he hooks his arms under each thigh and pulls them up.
Deliberately spreading and exposing himself for Carl. "God Pat, you are
beautiful and sexy and everything." Carl says as he watches Patrick push
himself open for Carl before Carl has laid a finger on him.
"No Carl, I just need you in me." Patrick answers as he feels the need begin to
claw at him, like fingernails on a chalkboard his cock had been hard and
leaking from the moment Carl said he wanted to be inside him and his spine was
tingling and his balls were tight against his body. "I'm gonna come quick."
Patrick says as he watches Carl slide lubricant around the tips of his fingers.
The smile he gifts Patrick with is nothing but pure sexual fire. "Count on it."
And so saying he pushes two fingers immediately into Patrick's entrance firmly
even as he bends his head and take Patrick's cock into his mouth.
"Fuck, you…" Patrick trails off on a moan of pleasure as Carl's tongue teases
around his slit before prodding it directly. One of his hands moves to the back
of his cock and chokes off his orgasm before it can roll through him.
"No Pat, I want you to come now, so I can take my time fucking you." Carl says
firmly as he pulls off and pushes Patrick's hand away from his cock.
"Carl, no…" He's cut off again.
"Yes Pat, give it to me, I want it in my mouth, I want to swallow you down and
share it with you as I fuck into you for the first time. Patrick moans loudly
at Carl's words and can't help himself. He shoots right into Carl's mouth as
he'd just said he wanted. He feels his hole clenching down on Patrick's fingers
and wonders hazily when he'd put three inside him.
Slowly unwinding his legs a little Patrick straightens them before bringing
them up and opening them again with his heels on the bed. Carl wriggles his
fingers inside him as he milks the last load off Patrick's cock.
Then he pulls off softly with a last lingering kiss as he pulls his fingers out
as well and uses the leftover lube on his cock. And then he moves up between
Patrick's thighs. Patrick's heart trembles as he watches Carl watching him.
Still watching each other Carl leans down on one hand as he guides his cock
into Patrick's body with his other.
Then his mouth cruises over Patrick's and Patrick opens underneath him, sucking
his tongue and last mouthful of his own sperm into his mouth. They play it back
and forth as Patrick sighs through Carl's invasion of his backside.
Breaking away he moans loudly as Carl bottoms out in him. Hooking his legs
around Carl's waist he slides his hands up Carl's shoulders and pulls him down
to him again for another kiss.
Carl doesn't move as he allows Patrick to get used to him as Patrick had done
yesterday. They continue to kiss languidly losing track of time as they do so.
Eventually Carl pulls back with a hiss and moan as Patrick clenches down on
him, letting him know he's ready. Resting his fisted hands on the bed beside
Patrick's shoulders he begins to flex his hips slowly. Doing what he'd normally
do if he was dry humping Patrick as they'd done hundreds of times together over
the years.
Patrick moaned again and Carl can't help flashing a pride-filled grin at the
writhing mess he's turned Patrick into. Just like he'd been yesterday.
"Fucker." Patrick mumbles and Carl laughs outright, huffing as he continues to
fuck Patrick hard again. He watches Patrick's begin to rise and fill a second
time and salivates at the thought of sucking him off again.
Suddenly willing to at least try it Carl rears back onto his knees and pulls
Patrick with him by his hips so he's still being fucked but his hips are higher
than his head. And then Carl stops.
"Close your eyes Pat." He says softly, wanting it to be a surprise. He's fairly
sure he can do it but he doesn't want Patrick to see him fail on the off-chance
he can't do that he's going to try.
Patrick looks up at him and then with a small frown he closes his eyes. He
moans again as Carl fists his cock now, watching Patrick's stomach muscles flex
and bunch in arousal Carl leans down carefully as he continues to make thrusts
in and out of the haven of Patrick's backside.
He knows what Patrick meant now about wanting to stay there. Carl didn't ever
want to leave Patrick's backside. Pulling Patrick's cock up straight, Carl
opens his mouth and takes him inside.
He feels Patrick jerk and shout in pleasure and come again straight into his
mouth. Carl finds himself spilling some of Patrick's come as he can't stop
smiling. Feeling Patrick's channel begin to clench down on him repeatedly
however he pulls off leaving come dripping out of his mouth as he fucks hard
and uncontrollably into Patrick now, chasing his own orgasm.
Patrick melted in arousal as he came again with a cock in his backside even as
lips wrapped around his own shaft. "Fuck." He moaned repeatedly as he came in
Carl's mouth again, even as Carl's cock was hot and hard inside him.
He cannot help the flutters of his backside as it spasms with his own orgasm
around Carl's cock. He feels as limp as a noodle as Carl pushes him back down
again and spreads him wide so he can fuck him into the floor and beyond. He
ignores he pounding on the wall, not realising how loud they're being.
Carl's face is frozen in pleasure above him as he looks down at Patrick as he
fills him with his semen. Patrick holds onto Carl as tight as he can from the
inside out. He feels Carl inside him, his cock, his come, his essence.
When Carl falls onto him Patrick forces his arms to move and hugs him tightly.
"Remind me why we waited again?" He questions breathlessly holding Carl tighter
as he laughed and wheezed at the same time. "And when the fuck were you going
to let that little gem out of the bag you fucker?" He asks Carl referring to
the fucking and sucking simultaneously.
Rising up on his hands and then his knees and slowly pulling out of Patrick
Carl stays up on his knees. "I didn't know I could, I just wanted to try it
tonight when I realised I wanted to suck you off again." He looks down at
Patrick and Patrick sees a hint of the uncertain boy he'd been when they'd
first started fooling around together over four years ago. "Did you not like
it?"
"Dude, the fact that I came as soon as you took me in your mouth while you
fucked me is answer enough don't you think? But in case you're still not sure.
I fucking loved it and I want you to do it again as soon as you fucking can.
Okay?" He sits up, crossing his legs. Before he can say anything further a
pounding on the door startles them.
"Both of you make another fucking noise tonight and I'll throw a fucking bucket
of water on you. You're worse than fucking dogs in heat." Daryl's irritated
voice thunders through the door at them.
"Green sure is a pretty colour on you Daryl." Carl shouts back loudly and
laughs as Patrick's shocked voice comes screeching out at him.
"Carl! Fuck he'll take that as a challenge you know." Carl nods.
"Exactly, then he'll be too busy trying to make Dad and Mich make noises to be
bothered with ours." Carl says decisively. He leans down, pushing Patrick down
under him again. "Now there is something I've wanted to try since you fucked me
yesterday, but I had to wait until I'd fucked you." He murmurs in Patrick's ear
as he licked around the shell.
"What?" Patrick said on a groan as he felt Carl's fingers skating across his
cock and balls and then lower. He feels them push inside him and move around
and then pull out. Moaning at the emptiness Patrick watches as Carl brings them
to his mouth and sucks them clean. "You, oh fuck." He says on another moan as
he watches Carl sink to the bedding between his legs.
Patrick shamelessly bends his knees and brings them up, letting them fall wide
open. Carl smiles up at him. "God you look sexy Pat, with my come just oozing
out of you down here. Can't wait till you see that on me." He says softly, then
pushing himself forward he slides his shoulders right in under Patrick's feet
so they're resting on Carl's own shoulders. And then still keeping eye contact
with Patrick until the last possible minute Carl bends his head and begins to
suck on Patrick's rosette entrance.
His hands spread Patrick for his mouth even more. He is wet and hot on
Patrick's sensitive flesh. Patrick finds himself thrashing on the bed in
pleasure as Carl's strong tongue managed to fuck into him and suck his own come
back out after he'd stretched him from his cock.
Feeling his cock rise and fill again Patrick moaned as he felt Carl's tongue
moving inside him and sucking. "Fuck, Carl." Neither of them hear the moans
from across the hall now, too caught up in each other.
Fisting his own erection Patrick pulled and jerked savagely only to have Carl
push up again and take him in his mouth. He shouted at the sensitivity but
before he could adjust Carl was pulling back and moving forward.
He grabbed the lube and Patrick frowned until he saw Carl's hands disappear
behind his own body. "Yes, fuck yes." He says as he brings a hand back to his
cock, keeping it hard for Carl.
But he grabs Carl when Carl goes to pull back. Grinning at Carl's frown Patrick
just holds his cock up. "Slide on down, top me from the bottom dude, I fucking
dare you." He says with a feral grin.
Narrowing his eyes Carl looked at him and then his cock. With a sharp nod he
wiped the rest of the lube on Patrick's cock and then rose up, shuffling
forward until he was straddling Patrick's cock.
Then he put it at the head of his own rosebud entrance and began to take him
in.
Carl moaned as he felt himself stretch around the heat of Patrick's cock. God
that felt good, he wasn't sure either what had taken him so long to decide he
was ready to fuck, but whatever it was, it was worth it. He had no regrets
apart from possibly taking so long to be ready.
But whatever it was, he was ready now and he was going to make up for lost
time. Sliding all the way down once Patrick's flared head had breached his
first ring of muscle Carl took Patrick in hard and fast. Then he sat and stared
at Patrick as he looked up at him.
Reaching out his arms Carl pulled Patrick up to him. And then he kissed him,
slowly and surely. All the while he worked his internal muscles on Patrick.
Fucking him from the inside. He loved clenching down on Patrick when he was
inside him even though this was only the second time he'd been there.
Stopping moving and breaking away Carl rested his arms over Patrick's shoulders
as Patrick's wound securely around his waist. They stopped moving and looked at
each other. The grinned as they became aware of the muted sounds across the
hallway now.
Shaking his head Patrick looked up at Carl. "You okay? No one's messed with you
too much?" He questioned quietly of Carl's day.
"No, a little this morning, but I ignored them, they're not worth the hassle."
He says as he thinks of the girls when he'd been eating breakfast.
"Oh them, Judy took care of them." Patrick says. And then he tells Carl what
she'd said and what he'd said and what Beth had said.
Carl shakes with laughter as Patrick laughs with him again. "Think she and Zach
are going to want to come to the Grand Canyon with us too by the way." Carl
says offhand.
"Yeah? You okay with that?" Patrick asked him.
"Yeah, I am. They're good people." Carl answers. Patrick nods. Then he thrusts
his hips a little.
"Fine with me, now fuck me dude." He demands as he leans up and takes a searing
kiss from his boyfriend who was now his lover in full and his partner in
everything else.
Breath leaving him on a whoosh as Carl suddenly pushes him down flat on the bed
and anchors his hands over his head Patrick watches the most beautiful person
in his life fuck him senseless.
Leaning down Carl's tongue licks a strip up Patrick's neck before he stops and
latches on suddenly beginning to suck another mark up. And then pulling off
with a pop he pulls his hands back and rests them on Patrick's thighs behind
him.
And he begins to move. Patrick moaned. Carl moaned. Sweat sheened both their
bodies and dripped from their hair. Carl felt it dripping down his back and
into his crack as he fucked Patrick.
Patrick felt his hands getting slippery as Carl's thighs under his palms grew
sweaty as did his own hands.
Carl ignored his legs cramping as he picked up his pace.
Patrick felt his balls draw up even as he saw Carl's do the same. He watched
Carl's own hard cock bob up and down in front of him. His stomach flexed in
pleasure every time Carl's balls kissed his skin as he thrust down on Patrick's
cock.
Flexing up all of a sudden Patrick bent and reached for Carl's cock with his
mouth. His back protested but he managed to get his mouth around the head of
Carl's cock. And like Patrick had earlier Carl shot immediately.
"Pat!" His voice is loud in the room as he comes again inside Patrick, but his
mouth this time. Patrick swallows him down, nursing on the head though he can't
get anymore of Carl's cock in his mouth.
Saving his last swallow he pulls off and leans up as Carl leans down.
They both moan from sharing Carl's come as much as feeling Patrick come inside
Carl again.
Hugging each other tightly the fall down on the bed, still connected. Carl
eventually straightens his legs on a groan and Patrick pulls up the sheets
they'd let tangle at the foot of the bed.
And still hugging tightly they drift off to sleep.
Together.
                                  ##########
The next morning they're with Rick, Daryl and Michonne with Judith sitting next
to Beth and Zach who had joined them when Carl broached the subject of the
Grand Canyon. Rick stares at him.
His instinct is to say no, no way, no how, no. But he can't he knows full well
Carl is an adult, has been for years as is Patrick. So he clamps a lid on his
initial protestations and says simply, "Can you give me a couple of seasons to
get used to the idea that one day you'll walk out of here and I may never see
you again?" He can't say anymore because his throat closes with tears he will
not shed.
"Of course, we're not in a hurry, just wanted to let you know, we talked about
it and decided to do it back at the farm, it's not an impulse Dad." Carl says
quietly. Rick nods.
"I know boys, I know." He stands and smiles gratefully as Daryl and Michonne
stand with him. Judith stays with Beth and he's grateful.
His heart quakes when he hears Zach ask if he and Beth can come and Patrick and
Carl answer in the affirmative.
"They'll be back, they're survivors, we taught 'em well. All of us Rick,
they'll be back." Daryl says as he closes the door of their room behind them.
He and Michonne fold him into their arms and Rick goes as tears gush from his
eyes.
"I know, I know. But he's an adult who happens to be my child." Rick says no
more and lets himself be comforted.
                                  ##########
A few weeks later Carl and Patrick begin looking at maps.
***** Epilogue *****
Chapter Notes
     Remember, this is a work of fiction. As such the epilogue while
     short, is well and truly Au-ish. Hopefully you don't find it too
     much. Human beings being what we are, I myself find the scenario
     plausible, my apologies if you do not.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
S ome years later…
The group came up on the Grand Canyon unexpectedly. They'd been hoping to reach
it today or tomorrow, but it still spread across the land as far as the eye
could see in front of them, well before they thought they'd reach it.
They were in some funky drift runners that ran on solar. They'd never have made
the trek successfully otherwise. Fuel was practically non-existent nowadays.
The group stop and stare. Stepping out, Carl takes off the sunglasses he'd
found along the way. Most of them now covered their eyes from the sun and the
dirt and dust.
Glancing back at the group that had travelled with he and Pat he shook his
head. All of the original group plus a couple of others had decided to come.
Had had to come really. When word had gotten around after Patrick and Zach had
gotten the drift runners working they'd been practically turfed out overnight.
People had an objection apparently to some taking a trip and leaving them
behind with work to do and to then expect to waltz back in a year or so later
and take up where they'd left off in a position of power.
It didn't matter that Carl and Patrick and Zach and Beth would also be looking
at the country to see what, if anything was left. If they left, they didn't
come back. And so to save on a community war the original prison group and some
more open-minded others had voted quietly to leave with them.
Feeling arms slide around his waist he leans back on the solid warmth that is
Patrick.
"They wanted to come dude, let it go already." He says softly. Carl shakes his
head, he swears Patrick can read his mind sometimes.
"I know, but if it wasn't for us deciding to honour Sophia by seeing the Grand
Canyon, we'd all be back at the prison safe and sound." He answers quietly.
"No, it was a long time coming." Herschel interrupted him quietly. "I saw it
coming, your father, Daryl, Carol, Glenn. We all did Carl, you and Patrick
taking a trip with Zach and Beth was just a catalyst. That's all." Herschel
limped around, stretching his leg.
Shaking his head Carl looked out over the cliff they were standing on. "Have
you ever seen anything so beautiful?" He asked Patrick listening with only half
an ear as the other's exclaimed over it as well.
"Yeah dude, I have." Patrick said. But he wasn't looking at the Grand Canyon.
"Anything Pat, not anyone." Carl rolled his eyes but still felt himself
blushing at Patrick's admiring gaze. He didn't think he'd ever tire of it.
Turning abruptly in Patrick's arms he takes his mouth in a raw and needy kiss.
Patrick groans into his mouth but pulls away when Judith's voice interrupts
them. "Get a tent you two, but not until we're settled for the night and make
sure it's away from me, I'm sick of hearing you go at it." She says bluntly.
She dances blithely away from their lunges and laughs as she wanders off again.
The Grand Canyon really was beautiful. She looked back at her brothers with a
grin. They were wrapped in each other as always. Walking down a faded path
carefully Judith continued to look around. She frowned over some tracks. Human
tracks.
A shiver went down her spine, they were fresh. Before she can move back however
a figure is on the path in front of her. Not a Walker, but a human could be
just as bad. Judith takes in the leggings and moccasins and the long straight
black hair. She assumed he was an Indian but didn't know. They'd done research
before they'd been evicted, there were native tribes in the area before the
outbreak, it stood to reason some had survived.
"You're human, I mean you're alive." The voice is male and deep. And it sends a
shiver down Judith's spine.
Her hand brushes the knife at her hip as she steps back. The figure doesn't
move though he raises his hands. "I won't hurt you." Stopping in her place
Judith watches him. He doesn't move forward. "How many are you?" He asks
quietly.
"Why?" A shoulder lifts and falls. "I have a community." Is all he answers.
Feet on the path behind her have him lifting his hooded eyes from her face to
behind her. He stiffens as he watches someone come up behind her. Then looking
back at Judith he speaks directly to her. "We're five miles north, when you
reach the fence follow it west and you'll find the entrance, we're not
cannibals so if you are don't come." Raising her eyebrows Judith opens her
mouth to answer but he steps back, turns and vanishes.
Faintly she hears the sound of hoof beats and then sees the dust of them as
Daryl's hand lands on her shoulder. "He hurt you?'
"No," shaking her head Judith answered, "Said he had a community, if we went
five miles that way, we'd see a wall. If we headed west we'd find the entrance.
And he said they weren't cannibals so if we were to stay away. That means they
can defend themselves right?" She asked quietly as she and Daryl head back to
the others.
"I'd say so."
That night they talk about the man's offer. It could be a trap, but Judith's
opinion counted in this group, she'd proven herself on the trip time and again.
So with her recommendation after a few days of just staring at the Grand Canyon
and hiking around they pack and move off in the direction the man had
indicated.
When they reach the wall they see its well and truly set to trap Walkers. They
take care of the few trapped against the walls as they head west. When they get
to the entrance, it is manned. Stopping the drift runners Rick, Daryl, Carl and
Patrick step forward. They're met by a man and a woman and a third person steps
forward.
Judith's heart jumps as she realises it was the man she'd spoken to. He drifts
past the others and looks at her as she gets out of her vehicle. She sees his
face clearly for the first time. He is scarred, like he'd been burned. The long
hair obscures some of it, but not all, she follows the burns down his neck and
into the collar of the nearly threadbare t-shirt he was wearing. He's also
nearer her own age than she'd realised.
Then looking up at him she looks directly in his eyes as he looks back at her
with his head cocked. "I'm Cougar." He says quietly as he holds out a hand.
Judith holds out her own hand as she answers him. "I'm Judith, or Judy." When
their hands connect she feels a click in her heart. From the look on his face
he feels the same.
"I hope we can stay?" She questions him. She watches as Cougar looks back at
the discussion going on some feet away.
"If you can't I'll leave with you." He turns back to her, raising half of an
eyebrow grotesquely and somehow beautifully at the same time. Judith reached
out and smoothed the few remaining hairs on Cougars brow line and he let her.
"Okay." She says as she turns to Carl and Patrick, watching them move toward
her.
She feels the heat of Cougar standing at her back suddenly. And like that she
has someone. Someone for her like Carl and Patrick are for each other. And the
grin she bestows on them is blinding.
"Are we staying?" They nod and watch mutely as Cougar turns and follows Judith
to her spot in the drift runner. He stands on the running board nimbly and says
he'll direct them once they're on the reservation.
                                  ##########
Some months later Carl stretches as he rolls over snuggling to Patrick under
their bedding. Winter had set in. The air here was different, it was dry, no
moisture in it, but they still had plenty of water from the wells sunk into the
underground rivers. He was growing to love it here.
There was beauty everywhere in the desolated landscape around them.
Feeling Patrick's hard cock against his hip he smiled as he shimmied down under
the bedding to wake him up. They'd found a home again. Together. Life was good.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you to everyone who read, reviewed, followed and favourited
     Fooling Around. I'm so glad Carl and Patrick touched a part of you.
     They certainly took me by surprise.
End Notes
     A/N - And so there you have chapter one of Fooling Around. Yes, don't
     worry for those who've asked for it, the smut will happen, it begins
     in the very next chapter. But bear in mind the title. Fooling Around,
     Carl is a cautious kid who is just beginning to realise his sexuality
     unlike Patrick. He won't be jumping feet first into literally having
     sex.
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