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Authors Note #1: This is my fill response to prompt posted on LJ at the TWD_Kink meme: "Glenn: First time anal masturbation. - Bonus points: Gets off on unexpected thoughts of Daryl, Rick, T-dog, or Shane. Nonnies choice." *Rated for: adult language, adult situations, and pre-slash type leanings.
Authors Note #2: Please read and review. I am excited to see what you all think. I am open to comments, advice, and constructive criticism.
Electric Blue
He'd been on a solo run to the closest town for supplies when he'd seen it. Actually, in all honesty he'd stopped dead. Pausing in his tracks, bat still dripping with blood and brain matter as his conscience and his dick had quickly spiraling down into a ferocious, mind over matter themed smack down.
It was one of those corner ship boutiques with the fancy drapes and subtle, yet enticing displays. The stuff teenage fantasies were made of. – Hell, even now it was enough to send his inner, thirteen year old gape mouthed and half hyper ventilating at the mere sight of that purple and black silk lingerie set that was reflecting through the thin pane of glass. Glinting enticingly in the midday sun like it was just begging to be touched.
Crap.
He knew it shouldn't. But hell, it was the end of the world right? - He ran a hand through his hair, eyes flicking nervously from the dusty shop window to the adjoining street. It was all clear. Not a geek in sight. And really, what could it hurt? Didn't he deserve to live a little? -…No pun intended.
In reality it didn't take much more convincing then that. Not when he considered the fact that statistically, if he kept on waiting to do the things he actually wanted, he probably wouldn't ever get to. Especially considering the way the world was going these days. - Hell, he was more liable to get his ass ham-stringed walking across the street then to have to worry about living long enough to actually get caught doing whatever it was he was so paranoid about in the first place.
Mind made up, he skirted around the edge of the building, coming up along side as he tested the door. Locked, as expected. - But instead of abandoning it he hunkered down, keeping out of sight of the rest of the street as he examined the lock. It was a deadbolt, but an older model, meaning he could pick it if he had the time. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, weighing his options. The crow bar would make too much noise. Noise he couldn't afford when he was on foot. So if he wanted in he was going to have to be creative.
Luckily, he'd come prepared.
It took a few heart stoppingly long minutes and two of Sophia's old bobby pins before he'd picked the lock and tumbled inside. Pushing it closed behind him with a muted click as he whirled in place. Launching himself awkwardly to his feet in the close space, bat at the ready as he surveyed the entrance. Alert for any sign of walkers.
–..Actually maybe just bit too alert. Because before he could move even a few inches away from the door, something brushed against his shoulder. Causing him to nearly jump right out of his skin in alarm and panic. Whirling on the spot only to collide face first with a dummy dressed up in full Dominatrix gear.
Holy fu-!
He scrambled to his feet, fixing the whip wielding mannequin with a withering glare as he peeled himself off the over waxed floor. Still jumpy and breathing hard as he gave it a wide berth, rearranging his pack and dusting himself off as he mashed his hat back on his head. - Squinting as the tacky black plether caught in the glare, clashing rather magnificently with the silver suspenders and lacy stockings that were attached around the upper thighs by two skull and cross bone themed garters. – A jarring mix of beguiling softness and down right creepy….
But the ironic part was the fact that before the world had gone and ended on them, that might have actually been a bit mentally scarring. But these days? – Well, after he'd finished righteously crapping himself thinking it was a walker; he actually snorted out a nervous little laugh.
Because really, life didn't get any richer then that.
It took a bit of perusing, but within a few minutes he found the section he was looking for. And right off the bat he was overwhelmed by choices. Way too many choices. - Who needed this kind of selection anyway? What was the difference between silicone and glass? And who in the fucking hell bought dildos shaped like sea horses! - Last time he checked he was pretty sure the anal cavity didn't bend that way.
..Not that he'd actually checked mind you. After all, that was the point of this whole excursion anyway..
He eyed the racks with growing trepidation. Brain already starting to back track the longer he took in names like the "Aneros Helix" and the "Fuze Arrow." - He cocked his head, following the line of shelving all the way to the ceiling. His eye brows were in danger of getting lost in his hairline as his lips moved soundlessly. - Who the hell comes up with the names for these things anyway? He wanted to get off, not call a surface to sky missile strike!
Crap. Maybe this was going to be more complicated then he'd thought…
He'd always wanted to try anal and he figured that now was as good a time as any. – What with the world ending and all. Now keenly thanking his own over blown sense of sexual curiosity, given the fact that he'd already read up on the logistics of it long before the internet had gone down. – Fuck. ..Imagine having to ask one of the others about the mechanics of anal sex?
Because yeah, that would go over well..
He grabbed the first one that didn't look both overwhelmingly intimidating and downright impossible and shoved it into the back of his pack. Pointedly not looking at the two manikins perched precariously on top of a sex swing display at the end of the aisle. Neon colored wigs knocked rakishly askew. As their shiny, flesh colored bodies remained frozen, contorted in the act of…well, whatever it was you actually did on a sex swing. – Before he made a less then dignified retreat back towards the less mentally scarring section of the store to hunt for lube and other supplies.
- If he remembered correctly Dale had mentioned that they were nearly out of batteries. …No one really needed to know exactly where he'd gotten them anyway. Right?
His ears were scorching by the time he fumbled with a few tubes of KY. Taking only what he figured he needed before he turned tail and ran. Sack bulging and awkward on his back in a way he hadn't noticed before he'd stopped. Like he'd added in a ton of bricks and a few liters of cement rather then a half a dozen packs of batteries, some lube, and a dildo. – Absolutely convinced by the time he'd hit the city limits, sopping wet and all but dripping with sweat, that it was just his guilty conscience's way of screwing with him. He sucked at secrets. Especially his own.
And if his ears were still red by the time he returned to camp. Well, he figured he could blame it on exertion.
…It was hot out after all.
A/N: This is the first time I have written this kind of prompt. So far it is an interesting experience! - Please let me know what you think. And indeed if you think I should continue? Reviews and constructive critiquing are love!
"Laughter and orgasm are great bedfellows" - John Callahan