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Making bad decisions

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Rick grimes is fed up with Negans bullshit and after getting drunk he confronts him. With Liking Daryl but it never going anywhere and with Michonne leaving him after keeping Negan alive, he doesn’t know what to do. But Negan does, and Drunk Rick makes a mistake he may or may not regret.

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“You fucked, everything, up.” Rick slurred, trying to balance himself against the bar while still holding onto a bottle of moonshine from hilltop. He didn’t mean to get so drunk, but with Carl dead, and Michonne saying they needed to “take a moment”…it was all too much. So here he was, arguing with Negan and trying to take the pressure and anger out on him.

“Ricky, I retaliated. It could’ve been so much worse. You killed at least 30 people in their-“ Negan tried reasoning, but got cut off. “You killed my people!” Rick yelled back, lifting the bottle of moonshine to his lips and taking a big swig. Never taking his eyes off of the man in front of him.

“I only killed your people because you killed mine.” Negan sweetly smiled at rick, he liked seeing him all riled up.

Negan watched as Rick clumsy sat the bottle down on the ground, shamelessly looking the man over. Ricks hair was messy and his beard was nicely trimmed. His cheeks were pink and his eyes were half lidded from the liquor. That little blue number Rick liked to sport was unbuttoned at the top. Revealing just a little bit of chest hair. And those fucking pants. Always so deliciously tight on Ricks ass and thighs.

“Shut your-…shut up.” Rick hissed, his knuckles going white from grabbing the bars so hard. He looked like a wild animal, and Negan decided he wanted to see how far he could push Ricks buttons.

“Make me.” Negan tilted his head up, his smile getting bigger once he saw rick tilt his head. His wives used to say that type of shit when they were riled up, and now he understood why. It prompts someone. “Shut me up Rick.” Negan leaned back against the wall, patiently sitting on the mattress.

“It’s obvious you want to” Negan purred, he didn’t often get Ricks attention. They had tiny talks sometimes, but it was always rick bragging about shit and flaunting that everything was okay without him. But it wasn’t okay. Not right now, and Rick was cracking because of it. “I outta slit your fucking throat.” Rick growled, his words floating in the air and practically dragging Negan forward.

“Nah, see…you tried that before, Rick. Didn’t quite work out because, uh, someone couldn’t bring themselves to actually let me die” Negan teased, loving the way how he could pretty much see Ricks blood boiling.

“Shut your damn mouth.” Ricks voice got cold and flat, he was heaving in air. The rage in his veins not subsiding. And Negan loved the way he could see the pulse in Ricks neck. That’s when he realized something must’ve happened. Rick could get angry, of course, but this? This was a whole different type of angry.

“You’re not raging out over little ol’ me…are you?” Negan hummed, watching Ricks face distort. Yeah.

“You’re not. It’s something else, but what exactly could have Rick the prick in such a pissy mood huh?” Negan stood up, ready to exploit any minor detail to fuck with rick. It was his talent after all. “Could it be Daryl? Butt buddies maybe spilt up after you defended me?” Negan whispered, watching rick scoff at him.

“I never-, never defended you.” Rick spat, stumbling when he lost his grip on the bars for a second. Negan studied him carefully, that couldn’t be it. “But you saved me. You saved my life Ricky baby.” Ricks face twisted into something strange when Negan called him that, but he kept going. “Regardless of you wantin’ to throw that fucking fantastic thought out of your pretty little head, you still did it. You saved my life Rick, only to throw me in this cell… I haven’t seen The widow in awhile, could that be it? You’re mad she’s not coming around anymore?”

Rick wanted to beat the shit out of him.

And Negan could see that, but he could see even more.

“No, you’re mad because…”

That’s when it hit him.

“oh shit. Did Miss. imgonnachopyourfuckingheadoffwithmybadasssword, leave you because of m-?” Thats when rick had enough.

“Shut your fucking mouth!” Rick yelled, unlocking the door and swinging it open. His drunken state not helping his critical thinking at all. It took barely 3 seconds to slam Negan back onto his mattress. Although, Negan didn’t fight. He knew even if he won, and tried to escape, someone would catch him. “You don’t know anything!” Ricks hands came up and grabbed ahold of Negans, holding them above the mans head while his ass laid on Negans crotch. “You’re a fucking piece of shit! And you’ll never, never fucking get out of here. Do you understand me? I will never let you see the light of day…ever again.” Rick growled into Negans face.

Shortly before bringing a fist down onto Negans cheek, the sound of a loud ‘pop’ could be heard. But, with Rick holding his hands up and that perfect round fucking ass sliding against his clothed dick. It was hard to not become a little aroused. Negan huffed when he was punched, easily yanking his hands from Ricks grasp and laying them on the mans hips. “Rick! Calm the fuck down!“ Negan yelled, his boner becoming apparent when rick accidentally rolled his hips to get out of his grasp. But when the man above him felt Negans hardness..

Rick froze.

“Rick..calm the-“ Negan started up, but once again got cut off.

“Are you seriously fucking….hard right now?” Rick slurred, staring down at him with disgust and a little bit of amusement. “Fuck yes I am.” Negan quipped back, not afraid to propose fucking Rick or get fucked by rick. He expected rick to move, to punch him again, to cuss him out and call him disgusting. But Rick did none of those things…

Instead…

“You are such a..” Rick lifted his hands off of Negan and grabbed his face, staring into his eyes. And Negan would be lying if he said he was enjoying the physical contact. Even if he did just get punched. “Such a what?” Negan purred, gently bucking his hips up into Rick.

Rick grunted at him, maybe it was the liquor that was making rick feel like this. Or maybe it was because he hadn’t gotten laid in a second. “A slut.” He hissed, pushing Negans head up so that he was facing the ceiling. “A slut?” Negan hummed back, enjoying when Rick brought his hands down to feel his chest. Those hands wandered, not gently either. But just enough to get Negans blood pumping. He let rick get off of him and stand up. Smiling at him with a twisted smirk, he sat up.

“What is it rick? Too much for you to handle?” Negan squinted at him, his boner clear in his pants. “On your knees.” Rick growled out, begrudgingly watching Negan slide off of the mattress to get on his knees.

Negan was surprised to see Rick in this mood, not that he knew that this was going to happen. He was just surprised to see it happening this way. “I always thought it would be me fucking you against your kitchen counter or something. Fuck, I always wanted to see what I could make you say or do just to get my dick up that perfect fucking ass.”

Rick was unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants to his knees, glaring at Negan the whole time. “What I could make you call me…maybe daddy. Jesus, I’d make you cum all over yourself. Pound that sweet Georgia peach of an ass just to watch you beg for-“

Negan was slapped hard across the face and yanked forward by his shirt, his eyes widening when Ricks cock made contact with his lips. “Shut your fucking mouth for once huh? Is that so hard?” Rick pushed Negans head down on his cock. Not giving the man enough time to properly get ready for it. Negan gagged around Ricks cock. It was more than enough to make him finally shut up.

“You like that? Being quiet? Cant say that I think you do, I think you just like having my dick in your mouth.” Rick growled, gripping Negans hair on the back of his head and moving it, to successfully fuck his throat. Negans eyes fluttered, starring up at the angry man while he used his throat. He wasn’t often submissive, but fuck, did he love whatever the hell Rick was doing.

Negan moaned around Ricks length, his own cock pressing painfully against his zipper. Negan expected rick to have an okay dick, but it was more than okay. It was something Negan wouldn’t mind fucking with. He wanted to fuck Rick, hard. Have the mans hands above his head just like Negans were a few moments ago. Spread and open, begging for Negan to fuck him like a whore. He felt like he could get Rick to do that for him. “Fuck.” Rick grunted, his eyes closing and his head lifting up as Negan worked around his dick. He was skilled, he knew it. It wasn’t his first time sucking dick and it wouldn’t be the last. Ricks heart was racing, that sweet feeling beginning to spread in him.

Negan made small noises, while trying to focus on hollowing his cheeks and sliding his tongue up the base of it. He lifted his hands up to grab Ricks hips and keep them still as he bobbed his head, patiently waiting for Rick to cum in his mouth. He knew it wouldn’t be long, with the way rick was moaning and his legs were shifting. It was a dead giveaway. Not only that, but the man was drunk as fuck. It’s not hard to make a wasted person Cum.

“Suck my dick, just like that, fuck…fuck!” Ricks hand tightened in Negans hair, twisting it so he could hear Negan whine.

Negan didn’t stop, if anything he went faster, watching rick become whiny and shuttery. He loved those new noises from him. They only further made Negans dick twitch in his pants. He wanted to hear more of what Rick would sound like. What noises he could make come from Ricks mouth. How many times he could make rick cum. How many loads he could take in that pretty ass. Negans hand moved up and down Ricks hips, every so often moving a little further to grab his ass. And fuck was it soft, just like Negan knew it was.

He was going to fuck his brains out, have his eyes swirling in the back of his head.

And when rick let out a low pitched grunt and his hips stilled. Negan tasted him, and fuck did he taste good. Rick had come hard, his breathing stopped and his hand let go of its strong grip on Negans head.

“Fuck…Fuck…” Rick panted, his eyes fluttering open.

Negan had swallowed, he wanted to. If anything he refused to spit. But when Rick finally let go of him, he stood up and took Rick by surprise. Knocking him back on the mattress.

“My turn.”

Notes:

IM SORRY IF THIS IS SHITTY