*****WARNING – THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS INCEST*****

A/N – Okay this request for Rick/Carl Is for VM Baby, I did say no Hook-Up was off-limits remember. And I have to admit, I do love a challenge. Yes, Carl is an adult for those who are wondering. For everyone else, look at the warning, if this sort of thing doesn't float you boat – THEN STOP READING NOW.

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"Don't stop." The words are groaned as Rick continues to thrust into her, he is close to coming.

"Fuck," He groans as he feels her muscles clench down on him as she boils over. Her orgasm triggers his own and he feels himself release in her. He collapses on top of her for several minutes letting himself and her settle down again. Her hands and legs wrap around him comfortingly.

All too soon however they need to get up and dressed and return to what they were doing before they'd distracted each other away. He stretches the kinks out of his back as he stands and slides his shirt on. He does up the buttons and watches as she lazily stretches while remaining horizontal. She looks up at him, "You realise he's watching again?"

Rick sighs, he'd seen him there in the shadows the last several times they'd come here to be together. "Yeah, I know, what I don't know is what to do about it."

"It doesn't bother you that he watches you have sex with me?" Her question is dry, he expects nothing less. Rick shrugs his shoulders, they have no real privacy anywhere anymore. It's not like other's haven't seen them, even watched he's sure.

"Ain't none of us got privacy to screw around without other's at least walking in on us sometimes anymore." It's not what she asked but he's hoping she'll let him get away with that answer. Because the real one is fucked in the head. The real answer is that it turns him on to have him watch them have sex. It turns him on like crazy. It's what gets him over the edge these days.

When he'd asked her up here, he'd made sure he'd seen them so he could follow. Rick runs his hands through his hair before he sets his ball cap on his head. He looks over at her, "Don't bother me if it don't bother you." He gives her that, after all he won't be coming up here if she's got a problem with it.

It's her turn to shrug, "He's not my son." It is all she says as she stands and dresses. Rick sits down to put on his boots and she leaves as he stands. He hesitates for a few seconds wondering if he should talk to him but decides not to. He'll see what happens next time.

A week later they're back as is Carl. Rick is kissing down her body and she is encouraging him with soft moans and groans. "He's back." She whispers as she leans over spreading her legs for Rick's tongue.

"I know. Let it be." He says no more and neither does she. He sucks her clit into his mouth but his focus has gone to the shadows where his son stands. He melds with them so well but Rick knows he's there, he can feel him watching them. Watching him. And he finds himself aroused, not by being watched, but by who is watching him. He opens his pants and takes his cock in his hands making sure he tilts his hips so Carl can see him, see his cock. He keeps licking and flicking at her as she comes around him, but he doesn't come himself, only grasping his cock as he mouths her through her orgasm.

When she has finished he tucks his cock away making like he's come. The kiss and he helps her dress and leave. Now will be the test. To see if Carl is watching him, or her. He sits back shifting so his legs are spread open directly in Carl's line of sight. He opens his pants again and pulls out his cock. And he strokes it softly, up and down. His other hand fondles his balls as he leans back on the wall. He is still there, he hasn't moved. Rick pretends to ignore him as he strokes himself. He decides to really test his son. He starts to groan as he touches himself. Making obscene sounds as he pleasures himself. He sees the shadows moving slightly and fancies he hears the sound of a zip.

Definitely watching him he thinks. Suddenly he stops. "Carl get the fuck out here. Now!" He uses his parental tone of voice. It's a voice he hasn't had to use for several years but it's needed now otherwise he knows Carl will simply ignore him. There is silence, absolute silence. And then the shadows move coalescing to form his son, his child. Flesh of his flesh.

Fisting his cock Rick watches him move into the light, but not close enough. "Closer." He orders lifting a hand off his balls to point to where he wants Carl to stand. When he does Rick speaks again "Why are you watching me have sex?" He wants to know the answer, he's praying it's not as fucked as his own thoughts are.

Carl's words dash that hope however. "Wanted to see you."

"Me? Why me?" Rick's cock is as hard as a rock in his fist.

"I love you." Carl is nothing if not simple in his answer.

"I love you too, you're my son. This," Rick gestures with the hand not holding his cock. "Is not what children do to their parents."

"Is that?" Carl points at Rick's hand that is still on his cock. If possible Rick hardens more. He shuts his eyes for a second and swallows.

"Do you want me?" Carl nods.

"You know as your father, this is not supposed to happen right?" Carl nods again.

"Doesn't change the way I feel." Simplistic again.

"Why me?" Rick has to know. Carl's brow furrows as he thinks.

"I don't…no one else….They don't make me want." Is the sentence he eventually finishes.

"Suck me then, make me come in your mouth." Rick knows he has damned himself to hell but Carl is his son, he loves him. He would die for him in an instant. If Carl needs this of him, he will give it no matter how warped he thinks it to be.

Carl has moved and knelt in front of him before he knows where he is. He hesitates as his face comes close to Rick's cock. He looks up at Rick who stares back at him. Looking at each other the way they do Rick's cock hardens further, pre-come dripping steadily from it. He realises Carl needs something from him, a sign.

So he nods. Carl smiles at him like he hasn't for months, maybe even years and he kisses the head of Rick's cock. Then he sinks down on it, taking way too much in at the beginning he inadvertently gags. Rick pulls himself out. "Slow down boy, it ain't a race." Before he can help himself he strokes Carl's cheek softly. Carl leans into his touch, smiling. It was as if he craved it. Rick finds himself guiding Carl's mouth to him again. Slow and sure until Carl has a rhythm. Rick doesn't worry about him using his tongue or sucking him. This is for Carl, not him. That he's getting off on the wet heat that is his son's mouth doesn't matter now. What matters is the look on his son's face. The look of peace and happiness that he hasn't seen in longer than he can think of.

"Gonna come soon," He says to Carl, "Make sure you swallow all of me now." Carl nods as best he can around Ricks cock and continues to look up at him as he sucks inexpertly at Rick. Rick unloads in Carl's mouth and like he'd ordered Carl swallows every drop. Rick sees him wince at the taste but he doesn't move off Rick's cock until Rick withdraws from his mouth.

Rick tucks himself away and motions for Carl to stand up. His cock is hard and pushing against his cargos. The front of them is damp from Carl's own pre-come. Rick can't leave him like that even though this is one step further down the road of damnation. He stands up and then kneels before his son hearing his in drawn breath as he realises what his father is going to do for him.

Opening his zip but leaving the pants buttoned and belted Rick simply draws out Carl's cock surprised to see it's nearly identical to his. Shaking his head at the thought that he'll be sucking himself he engulfs Carl's cock in his mouth. Rick has never sucked a cock before but he's had enough blow jobs. He mimics the moves of the most recent blow job he'd received. Hollowing his cheeks and flicking his tongue along the underside. And before he can do anything else Carl explodes in his mouth. Rick swallows him down as he'd made Carl swallow him.

When he is finished he stands up and he and Carl stare at each other. "You gonna be okay now?" Rick asks thinking already of what work he has to get back to. He is already putting what they'd done away in a box in his mind marked 'never to be opened again' but Carl stops him in his tracks.

"No, I'm not going to be okay now." He grabs his hat and walks away. Rick stars after him puzzled.

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He'd made his father come, he'd made his father come. The words ran around his head in a never-ending loop. Carl walked as fast as his legs would carry him through the hallways and outside. He goes to his favourite place which was an old dead tree toward the East. He walks steadily though he wants to run. But running would make him noticed. And Carl prided himself on never being noticed. He was predator not prey.

When he gets there he sits down, leaning his back against the part he'd hollowed out over time to make it more comfortable. And he thinks of what had just happened to him. He'd been watching couples have sex for years. Since he'd first orgasmed watching a couple have sex, a strong voyeuristic instinct had been born in him. It was how he usually got off. He learned to watch the couples and more. Their body language was a dead giveaway. And so he was always around most of the time. Rarely was it an accident. The only person he never looked at that was his father. Until several weeks ago when he'd actually happened upon Rick accidentally. He'd been waiting for someone and Carl had stopped not wanting to be seen. Rick had sat down with his legs spread and he'd had his pants undone as he stroked his cock slowly, like he had all the time in the world.

When the woman had shown up Carl wasn't surprised. He knew she'd broken up with her usual guy a few weeks ago and he'd never seen her go without a man for more than a month. He was surprised his father had given into her charms though. The woman wasn't good enough for him. And that was when it had started. He'd watched them fuck, she had gone down on his father first and then they'd fucked, she'd simply taken off her jeans and crawled on top of Rick straddling him as she had held his cock and guided it inside her. Carl knew she'd seen him.

He managed to get away as they were coming but he found himself for the first time since he'd discovered sex watching for his father's tells. And he followed him. And he watched him. And when he jerked off, he wasn't thinking of the woman, he was thinking of his father. Carl comes back to himself to find he is hard again and that he has company. His father is standing there blocking the sun.

"Can I sit down?" Carl finds himself nodding. Rick scrubs his hand over his face as he sinks down on the ground. He looks at Carl and Carl looks back at him. The years have been kind to Rick, he's entirely grey now but apart from a few more lines around his eyes and circles under them that never disappear anymore he doesn't really look any different.

"Gonna tell me it's wrong again?" Carl asks his father as he looks down at his hands sitting in his lap and his hard cock pushing against his cargos again.

"No, no I'm not, figure you know it as well as I do." Rick leans back on his hands and stretches his legs out in front of him. Before he knows what he's doing Carl finds himself swinging around and laying his head down in his father's lap. He sighs as he smells Rick and feels his thigh flexes under his head. He closes his eyes and relaxes as he hasn't done for a very long time.

Rick eventually lies down himself putting his arms under his head. As time passes Carl rolls over so his head is facing up Rick's body. He can see his father's erection but ignores it, simply looking up at Rick's face. Then he closes his eyes and they both sleep. He wakes later to a gentle stroking on his head. Rick has woken and is stroking his hair with one hand while the other palms his own erection.

Carl put's his own hand over his father's. Its the same size now, apart from more scars it's nearly identical. Like their cocks. He'd noticed their cocks were identical when he'd sucked his father's. It made it even hotter. Almost like he was sucking himself. Carl feels his cock jerk in his cargos and he moans out a breath of need. Of want, of desire. "Don't fucking care if it's wrong." He answer's his father. "Don't think you do either or you wouldn't have followed me." He looks up at his father his eyes knowing and powerful.

And he sits up and crawls back into the shadows of the dead tree. He knew the lines of sight, he'd been coming here for years. He knew exactly where to go to be out of everyone's sight. When he's there he takes a breath and starts unlacing his boots. If he's gonna do this, he wants to be naked. When they're off he slides his shirt up and off and then unbuckles his belt, undoing his cargos and pushing them down with his underwear. He lays back naked, the dry grass scratching his back. And he spreads his legs pulling up his knees to expose himself to his father as he does so. Then he takes his cock in hand and starts to stroke it.

He won't ask, but he thinks he won't need to. Rick is on him before he can stroke himself more than half a dozen times. His mouth closes over his son's swallowing his gasp of shock. Carl has never been kissed before. Or at least not like this. His father's beard is rough and scratchy on his face, he is clean-shaven. It itches like his back does from the grass. Then his roughened fingers are in his hair, pulling it to drag his head back so he can change the angle of the kiss and push his tongue into Carl's mouth. Carl thinks he can taste himself in his father's kiss. On his father's tongue.

Rick plunders Carl's mouth over and over, his hips pushing into Carl's and Carl pushing his back. His bared cock brushes against Rick's clothes causing the most delicious burn. He whimpers as Rick's mouth leaves his to slide over his cheek and down his neck. Then he finds himself crying out as Rick's teeth scrape the skin on his neck before his mouth opens on one of the ligaments and he simply worries it with his teeth as he sucks. Neither of them realise the mark he's going to leave behind.

"Fuck," Is all Carl can say, all he can think. His body is shivering in sensation, Rick moves lower, his mouth finding a nipple and tonguing it to hardness before he moves to the other. Then he kneels up looking down at Carl.

"You sure you want to do this son?" His question is soft, his cock is hard. Carl looks up at his father and knows if he says no Rick will leave and they will never talk about this. If he says yes the door opens for all manner of complicated shit between them and the group. He scrubs a hand over his face, it feels raw from his father's beard, his lips swollen from his father's kisses. And he feels his cock trapped under his father's arse as he sits on him.

"I'm sure." He can say no more than the truth but he has to know something else. Before Rick can lean back down on him he pushes his palms up straight into Rick's shoulders halting him in his tracks. Rick raises an eyebrow at him but sits back again waiting. Carl swallows at what he's about to say.

"Are you sure?" Both eyebrow's raise this time before Rick looks down at him and ponders Carl's question and his own answer.

"I'm fucked in the head, because yes I'm sure too" Then he leans down again only to be stopped. "Stopping me again son? I'm thinking I might have to punish you for that," Carl gasps as his father's hands move and pinch his nipples hard. But he doesn't let his palms move away from there they're holding Rick up again. He is not sitting this time, merely letting Carl hold all his weight. As far as he's concerned he's finished talking, he wants to fuck.

But Carl has one more thing to say. "I don't...no, I won't share you." Suddenly Rick is sitting up, further away than the length of Carl's hands. Carl lowers his arms, resting them on his father's thighs. Rick's hands are sitting on his own hips as he looks down at Carl. He raises his hands pushing the heels of both into his eye sockets on a groan before he then scrubs them through his hair mussing it uncontrollably before he brings them back down again.

"Shit, you know the clusterfuck this is gonna cause?" Carl nods. "And if they decide it's too much?" Rick is curious to see just how much Carl has committed to him.

"Then I'll leave." His words drop like a stone in a pond. Rick feels the ripples push against his heart and he feels it crack.

'You'd walk out of this place and never come back?" Carl nods again. "Why?"

"Because I don't live my life for anyone other than me. I won't stay where I'm not tolerated." And suddenly Carl knows this won't work, that it can't work. "Get off me, you've given me your answer." He sits up and uses the strength Rick always forgets he has because he's so damn lean, to push Rick off him. He draws on his pants and shirt and starts to lace up his boots before he speaks again "Actually it's best if I just go anyway." And he stands rolling his shoulders that are still itchy from the grass and lopes inside to have a shower and pack. He'll leave tonight when everyone is sleeping. He'll be gone when they wake. He ignores the fact that he'd left his heart back there at his father's feet as he stood by the dead tree. Kind of ironic metaphor when he thought about it.

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Rick says nothing the next day when it's discovered that Carl had disappeared beyond that he'd wanted to go, to explore. That he'd be back though he knew that to be a lie. It's three days after that, that she comes to him. "Why aren't you going after him? He's your son. Families shouldn't be apart in this world." Rick looks at her wondering how much she'd guessed.

"He doesn't want me to." He answers her.

"Bullshit, if I know one thing I know just how much that boy wants you. Is that what you're having trouble with?" Rick had always liked how perceptive she was, it wasn't something a lot of people registered with her, that she was perceptive.

"How the fuck would people here take it? If we started suddenly shacking up together?" His answer is anguished. He'd known from the moment that Carl walked away from him he'd only be half a man.

"Doesn't matter, it's you who'd have to live with it, with him. Can you do that? Because if you can then you need to get the fuck out there and find him before the weather comes in and washes his tracks away." She shoves a rucksack full of supplies at him and his weapons belt. "Fucking go already. If people can't take it when you're back then the two of you can leave together, I'd even go with you. I'd be more comfortable away from some of the fucking judgmental shits we live with here too." Rick finds his arms looping through the rucksack's straps as he starts walking toward the entrance. When he's strapped it on he takes his weapons belt and fastens it around his waist.

"Which direction did he take?" He knows her well enough to know she'd not be walking with him if she didn't already know what direction he'd be taking. The woman had no doubt scouted already.

"West, he went West." She strides ahead of him and gets the gates open and then walks with him into the forest a mile where she indicates Carl's tracks. Rick squares his shoulders as he looks down at his son's boot prints.

He looks up at the woman standing before him. They'd had some good times together off and on over the years. He was her go-to guy, her back-up for when she didn't have a regular. He always wondered why they'd never pursued anything more but never cared enough to ask. Now he knew.

"How long have you known?" She laughs outright at him.

"Since way before you two realised it." She jerks her head in the direction of the tracks. "Get going, bring him home. I'll move your stuff in together. Fuck everyone else." She says no more turning and walks back to their compound. He watches her straight back. And fleetingly wishes they'd had something strong enough between them to make it work out. Then he shakes his head and squares his own shoulders and prepares to chase his wayward son down. He was not backing away again.

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Four days later

Carl skins the rabbit he'd snared. Thunder was rumbling in the distance, the lightening was a concern, it looked like it was going to be a hell of a storm. He stands and stretches making sure his cave was as secure as he could make it. He'd found it years ago and had always left some supplies here when he'd been out this way. It was a place he'd shared with no one else. He was comfortable as he could be given where he was. And he was surprisingly content.

There was no one to talk down to him, no one to judge him. No one to tell him what to do as if he were still a child. And then suddenly his head snaps up and he sees his father standing at the edge of the clearing looking at him. He waits while his father makes his way over to him. He also has a rabbit dangling from his fist. He hands it to Carl who simply takes it and skins and guts it while Rick settles in. He takes off his rucksack and weapons belt setting it within easy reach. Then he looks around as Carl puts his rabbit on the spit as well. Spying Carl's bedding he moves over to it and lays his own out beside it. Then he stands and looks down at it with a frown.

Before Carl can say anything he takes it up again and then spreads Carl's blankets out double and puts his on top. Making one bed. Carl swallows at what this indicates. Then he turns and catches Carl's eye. "You okay with sleeping with me as well as fucking me?" He asks, there is a hesitance in his voice, a vulnerability that Carl had not heard in a very long time. He nods and turns back to the spit. The first spats of rain start to come down as they eat Carl's rabbit. When they've finished it Rick's is ready and they eat it too. The rain is getting steadily heavier now and the thunder is closer though the storm is still not overhead. Carl digs into the supplies he'd left here and takes out some dried fruit sharing it with Rick. The sit companionably together listening to the storm and picking their teeth clean. It was a habit they both had. Drove some women crazy that they did it, but Daryl did it too, and of all of them the three of them had somehow managed to avoid having teeth pulled so far.

Then Carl stands just as the first crack of thunder sounds directly overhead, he holds out a hand to his father who looks up at him and takes it standing beside him. They move to their bed together. Carl squats down and unlaces his boots as Rick keeps standing as he pulls his off. He still preferred the cowboy boot to the steel-toed ones that Carl preferred. They were both thankful they'd managed to keep themselves stocked with ones in their size over the years. Then Carl stands and turns Rick toward him, he pulls his own t-shirt over his head and then unbuttons Rick's shirt slowly tugging it out of his jeans as he finishes. Then he slides both hands up Rick's stomach, over his pectorals and up to his shoulders where he slides the shirt off altogether. Rick stands passively letting Carl touch him. He'd done all the touching last time.

Carl steps back and unbuttons his cargos and unbuckling the belt and pushing them down. Rick takes in his son. He is beautifully lean and sinewy and tough as boot leather. His skin battered and scarred from years of injuries and fighting. He'd grown to be a lethal man. He strokes his cock in front of his father again, the same as last time. Though this time it doesn't cause Rick to explode in movement. What he does is start to undress himself. "No." Only one word but it stops him in his tracks. Then Carl is standing before him, his cock is brushing Rick's thigh as his hands, those wonderfully scarred hands undo his belt buckle and his button and zip and push his jeans and underwear down.

Kneeling in front of his father Carl looks at his cock, their cock. It is hard, already leaking pre-come and throbbing in need. Looking up at Rick, Carl takes it into his mouth. He sucks it down as far as he can as he runs his tongue around the head and along the underside. Rick groans into his mouth and pushes him away motioning for him to move back on the blankets. Carl does so reaching for something in his pack as he does so. Rick kneels down between his son's thighs and takes his cock in his mouth this time. He sucks him down before pulling off. "Need to get you ready, this is gonna hurt you Carl."

Carl looks at his father, his eyes heavy-lidded in arousal, hips jerking where Rick continues to jerk his cock as he speaks. He licks his lips watching Rick's eyes follow the movement. "Not that much." He hands over the jar he'd taken from his pack. It's a jar of the handmade lotion the women use.

Rick snorts, "I raised a boy scout, always ready." He laughs lightly as he takes the jar. Then he looks at Carl, "You okay with this?" Carl nods before he speaks.

"Long as you realise you're next Dad." The word stops both of them in their tracks bringing home their entire relationship. And yet it doesn't stop them. It's almost like an affirmation that yes, they're father and son, but they're more now too.

Rick reaches for Carl pulling him to a sitting position and he puts both hands on his face, cradling him as he kisses him. Carl's eyelids flutter closed at the gentleness his father displays. Then Rick draws back. "I'm completely okay with you being next." He stops for a second before grinning at Carl and continuing "Brat." Carl snorts in laughter. He hadn't been called that in years.

Rick takes some of the lotion and starts to spread it on Carl's entrance only to be stopped, "No, I want you inside me properly for the first time." Rick frowns.

"That is going to hurt like hell Carl"

"I don't care about that, I want you, your dick to the first thing that fucks me, not your fingers." His look is mutinous. Rick knows he has to pick his battles with Carl and that this particular battle is one he won't win. He determines he'll be as gentle and slow as he can when he enters his son.

So he puts the lotion on his cock, not letting it rub in too much. He's thankful it doesn't have an overly feminine scent. When he's as slippery as he thinks he can get he moves to Carl, he wipes the rest of the lotion on Carl's cock. And then he takes his own in his hand and starts to press it inside his son.

Carl grits his teeth as he feels his anus spread like it's never been spread before. He breathes deeply trying to relax and then he pushes down and Rick simply slides into him as he does so. They both gasp as he fills Carl. "Fuck." Carl never expected it to feel like this. His father's cock was hot and hard inside him, filling him, making him feel like he never wanted let him go. He clenches his muscles around him experimentally and feels Rick throb in answer as he hisses in pleasure in Carl's ear.

"Got a mouth on you boy." Rick answers Carl's curse.

Carl closes his eyes as he clenches around Rick's cock again and feels that answering throb. It feels fanfuckingtastic he thinks. But he answers his father with a sly grin, "Yeah? What you gonna do about it, old man?" His tone is taunting Rick as he clenches again and takes his own cock in his hands starting to jerk himself off in time to his squeezes on Rick's cock.

Rick leans up on his elbows as he looks down at his son lying underneath him. The son he is now inside, who is currently screwing him blind by simply clenching his arse around him. He pushes himself up on his knees while still remaining inside Carl then he pulls him up by his hips and grabs both of their pillows and pushes them under Carl's hips. When Rick has the angle right Rick stops and looks down at Carl. "You ready to feel me in your arse for a week boy?" Carl's answer is a slow roll of his hips and where the hell he learned to do that Rick didn't know but he was glad of it he though he felt his eyes literally cross. "Fuck." His time to swear.

"Language old man." The last word ends on a gasp as Rick suddenly snaps his hips forward into Carl in punishment for his teasing. "Yes, more, don't stop." Carl moans as Rick starts fucking him. Hard and fast and strong. Nothing soft about what he was doing at all and Carl loved it. He felt the love his father had for him pouring over him with every thrust.

Rick's cock battered Carl, he couldn't help himself. No matter how he tried to tell himself to go slow, to be gentle this was Carl's first time he simply couldn't, he wanted, he desired, he needed as he hadn't in a very long time. He was incapable of stopping. He battered Carl's anus, looking down to see it read and raw and spread around his own cock only made him move more violently. "Dad." Carl gasps as he pushes himself up on his hands leaning forward. Rick leans down himself capturing Carl's lips with his in a wet sloppy kiss before the pull apart. Carl is moaning now, his noises lost in the thunder of the storm that is booming directly above them still.

Moving his hand to his own cock, Carl starts to stroke it only to be stopped by his father. "No. You come in me when I've come in you" He says this breathlessly as he finds himself pushing inside Carl and locking his hips there bruising the inside of Carl's thighs as he empties his semen inside his son. Carl shudders as he feels his father's come inside him. It is impossibly hot, he feels like it's burning him. It was all he could do not to come as his father did without a touch on his own cock. He grabs the lotion and scoops some out brushing it onto his own cock as he waits for his father to withdraw.

As he does so Rick falls to the side and then rolls to his back opening his legs for his son to crawl between them. Carl pushes straight into Rick telling him to push out as he does so and Rick is surprised by how quickly Carl is inside him. Carl quickly grabs the pillows putting them under Rick's hips this time and then starts to move. He grabs Rick's cock as he does so, simply gripping it as he moves in and out of his father. Unlike Rick, Carl moves slowly like he's searching for something. And suddenly his cock skates across Rick's prostate and Rick keens and jerks underneath Carl who smirks down at him. "You fucker." He says when he catches his breath.

A laugh is his only answer as Carl settles down in front of his father, moving steadily in and out. Rick experimentally clenches down on Carl as Carl had done to him and is rewarded with a gasp. He smirks up at Carl as he looks down at him wide-eyed in pleasure and does it again. And then it is his turn to gasp as Carl skates his cock over his prostate again. "Fucker." Rick says again.

Suddenly Carl starts to move, strong hard thrusts in and out of Rick's arse as he chases his own pleasure. Rick finds himself hardening again as Carl brushes his prostate and clenches his cock in his hand.

Fuck being inside his father was magic. It was like heaven on earth. Carl was aware of nothing but the body wrapped around his cock. Not the storm, not the cold breeze brushing his back, not their dying fire. Nothing but his father's arse and the pleasure it was giving him. He couldn't keep up his rhythm as his orgasm drew near, his hips moving jerkily as his balls drew up. "Fuck," is all he can say as he releases inside his father. A warm wetness slides over his hand and he is vaguely aware that Rick has orgasmed again as well. He finds himself collapsing on Rick who somehow manages to twist them sideways so they're lying facing each other as they recover.

Lying side-by-side as they face each other, Carl drifts off to sleep only to awaken some time later when a gust of wind comes in the cave entrance bringing with it the smell of autumn. He shivers as he's still on top of the covers. Sitting up he looks down at the man sleeping beside him, his father, his lover. His.

Shaking his head at his musings he gets a rag and his canteen and cleans himself off as well as Rick after he's rolled him onto his back. Then he pushes him under the covers and pulls them up and over both of them. He lies on his back with Rick beside him. Just as Carl is drifting off to sleep his father turns over and nestles to his side. "Carl." He says nothing more. But it is enough. Carl closes his eyes and sleeps.

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A/N Here are a list of Hook-Ups still to be completed

Maggie/Carl/Beth for kimiko yoshmisu

Daryl/Michonne for Elle Gardner

Shane/Andrea for Brazen Hussy

Michonne/Governor/Merle/Daryl for Hershey26

Michonne/Maggie/Beth with Daryl/Glenn masturbation thrown in for D, R & J

Daryl/Lori for Pass the Porn Tea

Comfort III (Daryl/Rick/Carol) continuation by request

Shane/Beth for OddMar

And my own Hook-Up

As always some of the above have specifics I've not noted down here, but they'll be included in the chapter notes as each is published