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On the Way to the Wedding: Walking Dead
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The clock read 3:34 pm. The clouds outside had faded in to a deep gray high above their heads. Shane pulled his sleeve back down and swallowed thickly. It was almost time; he was shaking and he was beyond nervous. His thoughts were racing and he felt totally wrecked because of it. He wasn't the one getting married.
Shane fondled his bow several times, anxiety racking it's jagged nails down his back. He left the room and rounded the corner, walking down the long hallway. He tried to remain as content and put together as possible, no matter how many familiar faces he'd passed on the way to the groom's dressing room. He swallowed again, and inhaled strong.
Shane shouldn't be the nervous one, hell, he shouldn't even be worrying as bad as he was, but it was happening anyway.
When he stopped in front of the door to Rick's dressing room, he furrowed his brows and stared down at the tips of his well-shined formal shoes. He just couldn't believe his best friend was getting married; he was going to have to sacrifice all of his freedom for Lori, a woman that wasn't good enough for a man like Rick.
He was young and so was she; maybe they were both being naive on purpose just to screw up their lives, or maybe it was just to fucking piss Shane off.
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Shane pressed one hand against the door and pushed it open carefully. He saw the man dressed in black and instantly smiled. His back was facing him, but even his back side looked amazing in so many ways. Rick must not have heard the door open. The slim man was found looking out of the picture window before him and Shane closed the door.
“Cold feet?” those two words had snapped Rick out of his trance and he spun around almost immediately just as Shane's two lips had parted. The smaller built man looked at the man before him and let an awkward smile define his lips. Shane could tell that something wasn't right. He could just tell that Rick was scared, fucking terrified. “I don't know, but I'm glad you're here,” Rick admitted and his choice of words made Shane rethink his actions.
Shane shoved both of his hands in to the pockets of his black pants, while his eyes stared down at the red carpet beneath their feet.
“Am I makin' the right choice?” Rick began to grow closer toward Shane with every word spoken, and Shane held his head up to look in to those blue eyes of his, holding his ground. Shane noticed that look in his eyes and it worried him even more.
What the hell was Shane supposed to say? Fuck no, she's a bitch? Hell no!
“Only you know the answer to that, you don't want to even hear my opinion anyway,” Shane said, teasing of course with a slight trace of a grin on his lips. Rick nodded his head and turned his eyes down. Thoughts flooded the groom's mind so abruptly. He loved Lori, he wanted to be with her, but did he really want to be with her for the rest of his life? He needed to find an answer to that, and fucking fast! He only had less than a half hour before he's married and trapped for the rest of his remaining days on earth.
“I'm scared, Shane,” Rick shamefully admitted to the man before him, and their eyes met suddenly. Shane was scared for him, for his best bud.
What the hell was he going to do about this whole fucking thing? The room was massive in size, but it felt like the four walls had closed in on Shane like a trap. He began to sweat and let his personal emotions get the better of him; he didn't want him to get married to that broad, he didn't want him to get married to any kind of woman that would hurt him, like he himself has been hurt over and over again. Shane believed he was the only one in this world who would treat Rick like the man he is, and do what's best for him.
Rick has been the only man Shane has come to love more than a brother. He was straight as a fucking piece of plywood, but in Rick's life, even in his presence, he changed him, and he had no problem with the change.
“Don't be scared Rick,” Shane told him, his voice low reaching out to grope his shoulder. Damn, Rick looked pretty handsome in that tux of his, with his hair set back and those eyes shining like gold. He had everything Shane wanted out of life. A lovely body, gorgeous features, sensitive ways, and the heart to let anyone in. Shane almost hated his life; he hated himself in every way, but only Rick knew that side of him. Shane Walsh, the bad ass deputy who everyone believed was an arrogant bastard was actually self-conscious, self-conscious as hell.
Shane's tight squeeze against Rick's shoulder brought a familiar smile to the groom's lips.
“You look pretty suave,” Rick admitted, finally breaking the awkward silence that bound them together, revealing a super handsome grin that made his masculine features burst. Shane took those damn words to heart and his fingers dug deeper in to Rick's clothed shoulder, easing himself forward inch by inch.
Rick recognized the emptying space between the two and put a hand to Shane's chest. Their eyes met again and Rick's eyes died down, that shine was gone.
“I am gett'n married Shane,” Rick told him, with a voice so soft, Shane was surprised to even hear it. The bigger man of the two stared down at the hand against his chest, but instead of listening like he should have, he wrapped fingers around his thin wrist and pushed that hand even harder against him until he could truly feel the pressure.
Shane never liked being controlled.
“Fuck that, little officer,” Shane's face went suddenly still and within seconds, he crashed his lips in to Rick's with so much force and power it nearly knocked the wind out of Rick.
Fuck, if anyone walked in through that door, his life was over. Was this even worth the risk of allowing it to happen? What was Rick to do now that it was happening, he didn't want to get in to a fight just before the wedding?
He was more scared of getting caught now, than getting fucking married. He was kissing another man, and not just any man, his best man, and his best fucking friend. “Shmh!” Rick struggled to call out his name against the little space between their lips, but those kisses, they were tremendously soft and he was a great kisser. Those many woman in Shane's life were right. Shane laughed in the kiss, and used his hands to grab Rick by the hips, pulling him flush against him. The handsome groom was fucking stuck now, nearly unable to even move against Shane.
His kissing grew deeper, and Rick recognized a few slips of Shane's tongue, causing the scene to turn out in to a make-out session. It happened in the blink of an eye. Rick continued to groan and use his hands to push at Shane, but it was totally worthless; he gave up and let his lips do the work. Rick shut his eyes tight at first, but the straining had eased up, and soon Rick was comfortable with this scenario, using his arms to wrap around Shane's neck, fingers tangling in his wonderful curls.
Shane opened his eyes a couple times and smiled against the kiss. Rick was enjoying this more than being dressed in black.
Soft breathing, beating hearts, and frantic hands were busy. Rick's jacket had already been pulled off and dropped to the floor beneath their feet. It startled him, it even startled Shane, because this was the first time they had kissed this deep, even this close to stripping each other bare naked, no matter if they'd seen each other buck naked before. It was different being clothes less now than at the showers back at the Police shop. They were both adults, both men, and things were getting too hot.
“I can't do this Shane, I-I'm not-I just can't,” Rick instantly pulled away from Shane's tight vice-like grip around him and wiped his lips, putting his jacket back on. Rick was so fucking handsome in that tux, and Shane couldn't help but continue to realize.
Shane furrowed his brows and got close again.
“I'm not fuckin' gay Rick, I would fuckin' off myself if I did that to another man, I swear I will,” Shane had admitted to Rick, who only seemed to ignore him completely.
Rick knew that Shane was in to women, but what were his reasons for doing what he just did? What were Rick's reasons? Life was fucking confusing;
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