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I Hate You But I Want You: Walking Dead
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Their fighting, all the fucking arguing was pointless and Shane had only began to see part of that. He had deep hatred for that Mr. Grimes, but at the same time, he loved him. Once Shane had the chance, he jumped up in to an old city bus, fleeing from the walkers.
He slammed the doors closed, but they didn't stay in place for long. His heart was pounding, and his body was over-heating. He curled his calloused fingers in to a strong fist and squeezed as tight as he possibly could, resting his forehead against the doors of the bus, trying to ignore the walkers for a moment. They growled, spat and gurgled, but those horrid sounds didn't stop Shane's emotions from setting a blaze. His mind conjured of images of an angry Rick, he thought about all the times they fought, and all the times they disagreed with each other.
Shane felt his breathing begin to grow heavy, and the fluttering feeling in his lower gut was telling him something.
With one arm, Shane kept the doors closed and his opposite hand grabbed on to his own hip, digging his fingers painfully through the material of his cargo pants. The more he did that to himself, the more he thought of Rick; Shane was pissed, beyond pissed, but those strong feelings didn't stop others from coming.
"Huh, fuck!" Shane cursed and beat his fist against the door that the walkers continued to maul at. Shane looked in to their clouded eyes and slowly turned around, shoving his back against the doors.
He was a big, heavy man so those fuckers had no way of getting in. He pointed his eyes upward at the eroding ceiling of the bus, and closed them, knitting his brows together, while one hand of his wrapped around his own throat, squeezing once, and then moved it down further, across his collarbone, down his sternum and over his toned stomach.
Shane knew where this was headed and didn't even try to stop. He knew it was wrong, he knew damn well this was wrong. He liked the way Rick cursed at him, he loved the way he would growl and pumble him to the ground. Shane never wanted to believe it, but he had strange feelings for Rick ever since they were still in school. His breathing picked up and he let the back of his head hit the doors, with his mouth half open. Day-dreaming was impossible at this moment, but the erection in his slacks was all he needed to relieve the feelings, all the damn stress from his body, his soul. He's kept so many secrets from Rick and it was painful. He wanted Rick to know how he felt, and if he didn't accept it, at least he would know.
Shane's hand crawled up his shirt, traced small circles around his lower torso, and heard himself making sounds.
The cargo pants were fucking tight. The heat was intense, but the way he felt for Rick was stronger. With one arm above his head, trying to add more pressure to the doors, as the walkers outside pushed forward, Shane unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, and pulled himself out of his faded boxer shorts.
He couldn't believe he was actually doing this; everything about it was wrong, but when was he ever going to have time to himself to do this?
Shane looked down at his well sized dick and smiled weakly, rolling a thumb over the head to spread the precum. His hand felt amazing around his sensitive dick, but the more he thought about that blue eyed man, the more he could see Rick in front of him, calling him filthy names, and jerking him. Shane gasped breathlessly and groaned, picking up the pace. His wrist cracked a few times, but there was nothing wrong with it.
He swallowed thickly and licked his lip. He closed his eyes, and tuned out the walker's moans. Breathing heavy with a pounding heart-beat, Shane knew just how close he was. He was very gentle with his dick, pumping it carefully, adding just a little speed to add the friction as he circled his wrist, just the way he liked it. His stomach muscles fluttered and the feeling, all the wonderful sensations brought a smile to his lips. As pissed off as he was with Rick, he wanted him badly. He wanted that sensitive man to grab his dick, his grip like a vise and pump him while squeezing his fingers around his thick throat.
Shane didn't know his feelings and fantasies for Rick were this filthy, but the world had gone to shit. Better to fantasize now.
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