It was still early, the sun barely illuminating the room. It was winter, only on the verge of spring, so it was not exactly warm in the room. Carl had always wondered how Negan could sleep with nothing on. He had a lot of blankets, yes, but Carl was freezing under them even with pajamas on. And here he was, the blanket exposing the upper half of his chest, a tattoo peeking out from under the dark linen. Carl stared at him for a few moments, relishing the sight, especially because it normally was Negan waking him and not the other way around. He liked how peaceful he looked while being asleep and he was thankful that he could add one more morning to his handful of memories of it.
He licked his lips as his gaze trailed from Negan’s cheek down his jawline, along his gorgeous throat, all the way to his chest and then even farther down. He could see a slight erection even under the covers and he knew this was his chance. They had never really talked about it, but Carl knew Negan liked to get surprised. And that there was nothing sexual he wasn’t willing to at least try once. Actually, it was something he loved so damn much about him. He made sex sound so normal and everything sexual along with it. For Carl it was still something shameful, something he wasn’t as comfortable with as Negan. He really hoped he would get there someday but he also knew that Negan had grown up in another time. He had dated in high school, in college, he was married and maybe even had been before this. Sex had always been something he could talk about with friends – something Carl never had and most likely never would. Because growing up in this world meant no one around his age to do so, no one developing a normal interest in these things. They were a luxury, something he had never seen the need to explore. Until he met him.
It’s easy to pull the blankets up far enough for him to slip under them. It was too dark to really see anything, but he could make out the outline of Negan’s legs. They were spread – the way he always sleeps if not wrapped around Carl from behind. It’s warm down there and even though it was harder to breath the stale air, he was excited and moved farther up. Negan’s dick was – in fact – swollen like he had thought, and after a moment of hesitation he wet his lips some more and reached for it to guide it into his mouth.
He had done this a few times before, but every time it had been either under the shower or right after it. He never really liked the taste even after they had washed themselves, so this wasn’t exactly a pleasant taste unwrapping itself on his tongue. It was more the thought of what Negan would do once he woke up that excited him and urged him to keep going.
It didn’t take long for Negan to stir, slowly waking but apparently not noticing right away what was going on. His cock had considerably thickened in Carl’s mouth over the past few minutes in which he had tried to stimulate him enough, but not too much to wake him immediately. There was a groan from the other side of the blankets and the spread legs on each side of Carl were beginning to move along with the hips under him. He steadied himself on Negan’s tights to not be pushed away because he knew Negan wouldn’t enjoy it as much if he had to start again. Instead he wanted him to lift the covers and see him with his cock in his mouth as if it was the most normal thing to see right after waking up.
Carl closed his eye and bobbed his head, this time no longer trying to not wake him but to impress the hell out of him. He wanted to hear him groan more, loving how full and husky his voice sounded after a night’s rest. It didn’t take long until hands were snaking under the blankets and searching for Carl’s head, finding their way into his tangled curls. Only one hand remained there though, pushing him down a little farther but only with little pressure, not enough to force Carl to do it, but enough to let him know what he wanted him to do. The other one lifted the blankets more, causing a faint shimmer of light to illuminate the doings down there. It was also Carl’s clue to open his eye and look up to his older lover, still appearing sleepy but not the slightest bit unimpressed.
Carl shuddered upon hearing that and had to close his eye again, pressing his legs together to stimulate his own growing erection. When had he become that hard from just giving a blowjob? He didn’t know but he also didn’t care. All he cared about was Negan’s pulsing cock in his mouth, the noises he made and the breathed almost-pleads.
He had never heard Negan plead and he was sure he never would, but this was close enough to fuel him, to make this the best blowjob Negan had ever received. He wanted to be the one Negan thought of when thinking of receiving head, not one of his wives, though Carl knew they had more experience and skill. Maybe he could never keep up with them, but he wanted to believe it. He needed to believe it.
“That’s my boy. You are so damn gorgeous. Fuck…”
Carl let Negan’s hand guide him, showing him the way he liked it most, letting his hand and his voice explain to him what to do.
Carl would never forget that growl Negan made when the liquid spilled into his mouth. It was like nothing he had heard before, and even though it was embarrassing, it was enough to make him come in his pajama pants.
