#sharick

“Is this what you wanted?” Rick grunts, pressing Shane on the ground firmly with his boot.

“Fuck you” Shane spits, shoving Rick’s foot off of his chest and rolling over to get himself free.

He staggers for a moment before finally bringing himself off of the ground, wiping the blood from his face and staring at Rick, raising his fists once more.

“You son of a bitch” Rick shouts, before charging at Shane and knocking him back onto the ground. Shane’s head bounces off of the grassy forest floor and he sees stars. “You just had to fuck it up!” Rick growls as he straddles Shane, punching him in the face again. “S–Stop” the wounded man utters weakly.

“Oh for Christ's sake, now you want me to stop?” Rick shouts in response. “You fucked my wife! MY wife goddamn it. Then you tried to take my son from me. MY son!” he yells, further pummeling Shane into the ground until he is nearly unresponsive. “I’ll die before I let you steal my family from me” he continues, punching Shane again before rolling off of him exhaustedly.

The two had been fighting for an amount of time that they were both unaware of, entirely caught up in their spat that had been bubbling to the surface for months.

Shane turns his head weakly to look at Rick, his chest heaving from the desperate breaths he tries so hard to catch. Before Rick could react, Shane crawls over and mounts him, putting his hands around his neck. “You bastard!” he sounds out as he squeezes harder, causing Rick to choke and flail his arms in an attempt to push the man off of him. “It was never about Lori” Shane cries, removing his hands from Rick’s throat and striking him in the face. “I loved you!” he declares loudly, bringing his hands down to his sides, exposing his weakness. Rick’s face curls up in confusion, pushing Shane off of him in a huff.

“What?” he replies, stunned by Shane’s words. “You heard what I said” he replies, looking down at the ground in shame, blood running from his nose and mouth. Rick stands up and steps away from Shane, pitying him briefly before bringing his leg up and kicking him in the face; his chin flies upwards, flinging blood everywhere before slamming his head back onto the ground. “You’re full of shit” Rick yells, now standing over him. Shane chokes, his breaths getting shallower the more he gives himself to Rick. “You don’t love me you sick fuck” Rick growls, watching Shane bleed beneath him. “Quit makin’ excuses for what you did” he continues, clenching his fist to hit his bloodied partner again.

As he gets ready to hit him again, Rick looks down to Shane’s lower half briefly, eyes widening in shock when he sees a large growing imprint through his pants.

Rick gulps, trying to suppress the sudden rush of shameful thoughts clouding his mind as he quickly brings his eyes back up to meet Shane’s. The eye contact makes Rick blush, prompting him to turn away and hide his face. When he regains his composure, he turns back to Shane, surprised to find him standing again.

This time, his demeanor isn’t aggressive, it’s docile, almost earnest. This baffles Rick because he’s still angry with what Shane did to his family— infiltrating it when he wasn’t around, plotting on taking his spot and stealing what is rightfully his. He feels himself get angry again, but this time he is disgusted— not only with Shane, but also with himself.

“You’re sick” Rick spits, readying himself to fight Shane again.

He’s dizzied by a sudden punch in the jaw by Shane, striking him before he had a chance to act. On the ground again, Shane hits Rick in the face repeatedly. “This hurts me too, you know!” he shouts as he continues to lay into Rick. “I—I doubt it” Rick mumbles, taking hit after hit.

Suddenly, Shane ceases his assault, looking at Rick’s swollen face below him. Before thinking, he leans down and kisses Rick passionately, their blood mixing in the unity of their mouths for a fleeting moment. Rick sputters and coughs as he forcefully pushes Shane off of him. “What the fuck!” he shouts, scuttering back onto his feet to stand above him once more. Rick raises his fist in anger, but upon seeing Shane flinch in anticipation, he lowers it and sighs.

He can see the print of Shane’s dick in his pants again, still pathetically hard. He looks back up at Shane’s face, his expression needy and afraid. Rick shudders in fear. Slowly he steps closer to his counterpart on the ground and scans his body intuitively.

He had always been secretly jealous of Shane, his ability to get any woman he wanted, even Rick’s own wife— it drove him insane. He felt incompetent and embarrassed his whole life compared to him. But now, seeing him on the forest floor, eyes glittering with psychopathy and fervor, it formed a lump in Rick’s throat. This was his chance.

Slyly, Rick brings his boot back up, rubbing it against Shane’s hard outline and smirking. A guttural moan escapes Shane’s throat, making Rick’s ears burn. “Is this what you wanted you sick fuck?” Rick blurts cruelly.

He presses his boot down harder when he doesn’t receive a reply, “I’m askin’ you” he threatens. “Y–Yes” Shane responds, panting.

Rick almost doesn't know what to make of it, all he knows is that he is bent on showing Shane who’s really in control.

“Get on your knees.” Rick growls. Shane hesitates for a moment, still unaware of whether this is all just a trick or not. “I said, kneel.” he spits again, leaning down to grab Shane by his shirt and force him onto his knees.

Quickly Shane realizes that Rick is in fact not tricking him, and eagerly begins pawing at his belt. “You're pathetic” Rick spouts.

At last Rick’s erection is freed and into the mouth of his partner, who works on him as if he has something to prove. Rick spews profanities left and right, gripping the back of Shane’s head and pushing him further down his shaft. “Take that shit” Rick grunts, throwing his head back in encompassing pleasure. Shane gags and coughs as he sucks on Rick, losing all of the air in his lungs each time the tip slams into the back of his throat.

Rick decided that he didn't want the degradation to stop there. He needed Shane to fully understand. Pushing his head away forcefully, Rick moans at the loss of contact, watching a string of spit follow from the head of his cock to Shane’s mouth. Shane babbles something incoherent, perhaps a plea to stop, or maybe a plea to keep going—Rick couldn't tell, regardless, he wasn't intending on stopping.

He shoves Shane’s head into the dirt, placing his hand on top of him to push him down further. “Shut the fuck up” Rick blurts, beginning to pull Shane’s jeans down. Shane whines when he feels the brisk air on his uncovered lower half, startled when he feels Rick poking at his untouched hole. “W–Wait” Shane utters panicked. Rick doesn't listen, just continues what he was doing as if he didn't even hear him. He spits onto his hand and rubs it up and down across his length, then spits again onto Shane’s entrance, placing a finger inside for good measure. Shane cries out and grips the grass beneath him in desperation “Fuck!” he yells out in pain.

“What did I say?” Rick replies, removing his finger and replacing it with the head of his cock. Shane tries to squirm free, but this only makes his knees come out from underneath him, leaving him on his stomach, even more helpless. This time Shane doesn't speak, he simply slams his eyes shut and prepares himself to take Rick.

“That's right” Rick moans, thrusting the rest of himself into Shane’s tight opening.

It’s just the two of them for miles. Shane had led Rick away from the group to try to explain himself to him, and Rick followed, but he knew all along that Shane wouldn’t be able to convince him to stop with this feud and his growing anger toward him— something inside of Rick knew that they would end up exactly like this.

Each thrust sends chills up Shane’s spine as Rick slams into him, his moans becoming increasingly pathetic with each passing moment. Rick furrows his brow in focus, bottoming out inside of him with every shove of his hips.

“Sh–Shit!” Rick moans, feeling himself get closer and closer to his release, his final act of authority over Shane.

Rick continues to plant Shane’s face into the ground as he punches into him, their collective moans ringing out across the acreage around them. The two sound like wild animals, unable to restrain the guttural sounds of their mutual pleasure.

Rick leans over Shane’s body, biting and moaning into his ear. “Who’s in charge?” Rick whispers. Shane only groans in response, obviously turned on by his question, but Rick is bent on receiving an answer. He then pulls out entirely, eliciting a whimper from Shane’s lips. “I asked you a question.” he threatens, putting his hand back on Shane’s head, pushing his face intentionally harder into the ground. “You! You, Rick” Shane whines, trying to push himself back onto Rick’s cock. “That's right. Me. God, you're so fucking—pathetic” Rick replies smirking, slamming himself back into Shane. His back arches and Rick places his hands on Shane’s hips now to push him harder onto his length, growing sloppier by the second.

Suddenly Rick’s hips stutter, and with one final thrust he falls onto Shane’s back, filling him entirely with his seed. Shane continues to try to fuck himself back on his cock, making Rick whine from the sharp sensitivity, pulling out of him quickly and watching the rest of his cum drip out of Shane’s hole.

Rick then brings himself off of his knees and buckles his belt back up, staring at a ruined Shane on the floor, fucked out and feeble.

Shane, still on the ground, pulls up his jeans and reaches for Rick’s leg, to which Rick recoils, stepping away. “Just get up” Rick groans, rolling his eyes and beginning to walk away from him.

Shane scrambles to his feet, chasing after him. “What does this mean?” he cries.