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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Carl_Grimes/Rick_Grimes
  Character:
      Carl_Grimes, Rick_Grimes
  Additional Tags:
      Parent/Child_Incest, Father/Son_Incest, Incest, Anal_Sex, Humor, Episode
      Related, Established_Relationship, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, PWP,
      grimescest
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-03 Words: 1098
****** Just Because ******
by crybaby4life
Summary
     “Just because I’m with Michonne now doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop
     pounding you into next week,” Rick reassured Carl.
     "I know," Carl acknowledged. "Prove it."
     --
     Just a random Grimescest one-shot set in 6x11 Knots Untie. ;)
Notes
     Technically, this was not written by me, it was written by my friend.
     They refuse to get an account, so they're letting me post this on my
     account, because I think it needs to be shared with the world! lol
     It's set in 6x11 Knots Untie. You can probably figure out the scene
     it happens after…;) Just a dumb, plotless one-shot. Enjoy :)
See the end of the work for more notes
Carl sat back in his chair, head slightly tilted and one arm outstretched,
resting on the tabletop with his fingers gently drumming the surface. Once
everyone had left the room, leaving just Rick and Carl seated on opposite sides
of the large wooden table, Rick looked over at Carl earnestly.
“Just because I’m with Michonne now doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop pounding you
into next week,” Rick reassured Carl as he scooted in closer to meet Carl’s
gaze, hands clasped together as his elbows rested on the surface of the
mahogany.
“I know,” Carl acknowledged without moving. He paused for effect, remaining
still, and said, with a gleam in his eye, “Prove it.”
A sly grin spread across Rick’s face as he immediately charged from his seat
and made his way over to Carl’s side of the table, chair legs grinding against
the hard floor. Carl instinctively spun on his chair to face Rick, mouth agape,
one hand clutching the edge of the table. Rick wasted no time picking Carl up,
cradling him like a baby, and plopping him down on the wide expanse of the
counter below.
Rick roughly pulled up Carl’s shirt, and Carl lifted his arms to accommodate
Rick in wrenching it over his head and tossing it the floor, inciting quiet
grunts from both of them. Carl rested shirtless on his elbows in the middle of
the table, sitting up halfway as Rick frantically unbuttoned and yanked Carl’s
pants off. Rick looked Carl in the face while he tugged his underwear down. He
smiled and breathed heavily, redirecting his focus to untangling Carl’s boxers
from his feet. Carl smirked and let out a breathy laugh. Rick swiped the
remaining clothing off the table in one swift motion. It was time.
Rick reached forward and placed three fingers in Carl’s mouth. Carl, now lying
down, closed his eyes and wrapped his lips around Rick’s fingers, sucking and
soaking them. Rick stared intently at his son and began massaging Carl’s
stiffening length with his other hand. Carl grasped onto Rick’s wrist
protruding from his mouth and whined, long and soft.
Rick collected the pre-cum with his fingers and brought it near Carl’s ass to
deposit the liquid along the lining of Carl’s hole. Carl shuddered at the
touch. Rick removed his hand from Carl’s mouth and inserted his thoroughly
drenched index finger into Carl’s cavity. He withdrew the finger and inserted
it again, repeating the process at a constant rate. He added his middle finger
and continued the pace; Carl was moving his hips accordingly and puffing out
air. Rick sighed. He squeezed a third finger into Carl and stopped to tactfully
curl his fingers inside. Carl threw an arm over his face and moaned through
gritted teeth. Rick pulled out of his son and stepped back as Carl caught his
breath. He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants just enough to relieve his
cock.
Rick suspended his hand palm facing up underneath Carl’s chin and waited
patiently. Carl lifted his head and liberally spat into his father’s hand. Rick
lathered his dick with the saliva and then coolly dragged Carl toward the edge
of the table by the underside of his knees. Carl winced from the harshness of
his body sliding across the craggy texture of mahogany.
Firmly placing a hand in the middle of Carl’s chest, Rick inquired, “Ready?” He
leaned forward, grazing his tip against Carl’s entrance as he kissed Carl’s
lips. Carl looked directly into his dad’s eyes, chest heaving faintly, arms
relaxed by his sides on the table. “Do it, Dad,” Carl challenged. “Unnh—Do it.”
Rick had thrust all the way in before Carl could reiterate his dare.
“You got it,” Rick replied as he straightened up and reaffirmed his grip to the
undersides of Carl’s knees, forcing the boy’s legs further apart. He retracted
his dick and, with a sure hold on Carl, determinedly drove back in. “Ohh!” Carl
gasped as Rick repeated the motion. Rick smirked and hissed out a chuckle as he
noticed crinkles of pleasure creep over Carl’s face. He gradually increased the
speed of his stroke, establishing a hard and steady rhythm until he was utterly
hammering into the boy. Every time he would pull out so only the head remained
within, and then he would fully plunge back in.
Rick leaned forward again, hovering over Carl on the tabletop. Carl clutched
the back of Rick’s denim collar and grabbed onto Rick’s shoulder while he
continued thrusting into him. Eyes closing, Carl reveled in the sensations of
being viciously prodded by his dad’s swollen member. A series of whimpers
escaped Carl’s mouth. His cock pulsed furiously, and his heart was racing.
“Oh, yeah…That’s right,” Rick whispered between pants, relentlessly pounding
into Carl. “Faster,” pleaded Carl, licking his lips. Standing back up, Rick
momentarily stopped to lace Carl’s legs around his waist. Carl returned his
arms to rest at his sides, and Rick gripped both sides of Carl’s stomach while
he continued his movements, this time at an even quicker pace. Sound waves were
emanating from the two Grimes’ skin and bouncing off the mahogany table,
encompassing the silence that would have otherwise been occupying the room.
Carl jerked forward as he came, simultaneously moaning and exhaling, holding
onto Rick’s forearms for support. Spurts of cum landed on his chest as well as
the table. Rick slowed his actions, admiring the sight before him. He pulled
out of Carl and detached himself completely. He gripped himself at the base and
sprayed his load all over Carl and the counter, semen staining the unpolished
finish of the wood. Carl lied fixed on the table, breathing heavily, covered in
his and his dad’s fluids.
After a few moments, Rick extended his hand to Carl. Carl accepted and was
subsequently hauled back on his feet. Rick and Carl looked knowingly at each
other, eyes glimmering and smiles glinting something fiendish.
“How was that?” Rick asked, readjusting his pants. “I think you proved your
point,” Carl said as he smacked Rick’s pants-covered ass and hurried over to
pick up his clothes and start dressing, occasionally looking back to sneak some
more eye contact. Rick shook his head in charmed disbelief while he fastened
his belt.
“Good,” Rick responded. He glanced back at the table, whose purpose had been
realized, and inspected the mess splayed across it. “We should probably get
Gabriel to clean this up.” Rick stated. “Yeah,” Carl agreed. “He’d like that.”
Fully dressed, Carl followed Rick as they headed outside to carry out the day’s
plans.
End Notes
     Loll I was just watching Knots Untie and imagined Rick saying, "How
     'bout I take you on this table?" And then my friend rolled with it
     and this was born. Thanks for reading!! (We ship both Richonne and
     Grimescest, so we're just trying to figure out how they can exist
     together in the same universe :P)
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