"Shane's leaving."

Two simple words could never shatter Rick's heart like it did in that instant. He brushed passed Lori, breaking out into a jog, knowing exactly where Shane would be. If he hasn't left yet, Ricks' mind supplied mockingly and in turn made him run faster. He had gotten to the windmill in time to see Shane opening the door to his Hyundai Tucson.

"Shane." His name falling from Rick's lips was almost like a plea of sorts, and it made Shane stop short of getting into the car. Rick knew the looks Shane would give him over the past few weeks, looks full of envy, jealousy, rage and even desire. Rick wasn't oblivious, he was trained not to be & he was sure Shane knew that because they both went through the same training.

"Don't do this," Rick found himself saying as he walked slolwly towards his best friend. Shane leaned his arm on top of the roof and scoffed, annoyance clear in his eyes.

"Do what?" Shane hissed out and Rick noticed how his body language was relaxed, but his voice was full of pure rage, hatred even.

"Don't leave us. It would be stupid for you to go out there alone. You wouldn't last." Rick knew the moment those words left his mouth Shane would take them the wrong way, blowing them out of proportion. Slamming the door shut, Shane slowly approached Rick, dangerously closing in on his personal space.

"Why would that be, Rick?" Shane snarled and crowded him against the car, his arms on either side of Ricks' head. Rick could feel Shane's breath hitting his face, hot and sweet all at the same time. Dropping his gaze, Rick was trying to focus on anything but the feel of Shanes' hard body pressed against his. Rick wasn't gay, he had a beautiful wife and two kids, one on the way, but right in this second he wanted to fuck Shane. He wanted to fuck him rough and open until Shane was begging to come, mewling and writhing below him. Then again, Shane probaby liked to be in control. He probably liked to be the fucker not the one being fucked. Which meant he would probably bounce on Ricks' cock until Rick was the one begging to come. Rick was brought back by Shane backing away from him. He was suddenly aware of the raging hard on pressing against the fly of his jeans. Shane had an almost sadistic smirk as he licked his lips, his eyes lingering on Ricks' dick before looking back at his face.

"Don't leave." That was all Rick said before he quickly walked into the house to prevent further embarrassment on his end. Jesus, what the hell is going on? Rick asked himself as he went up the stairs and into Hershel's bathroom. Locking the door, Rick stripped off his clothes, laying his glock on the toilet and turned on the shower to the hottest it could go. He looked at himself in the mirror and ran a hand through his hair. The man looking back at him was not the Rick he knew. The Rick he knew wouldn't fantasize about fucking his best friend, he wouldn't think about how good it would feel to have Shane pumping his hard dick into Rick's asshole. No, the Rick he knew wouldn't think about any of these things, but the end of the world changes people. Rick made his way into the hot spray, grabbing his hard cock and pumping it a few times. The simple action caused Rick to moan out and dig his teeth into his bottom lip to keep himself from becoming to loud. He ran a finger over his head, collection the precum that was leaking from the tip. Rick slid his hand down to cup his balls and squeezed, a loud moan echoing off the walls. Rick's finger brushed his asshole and he almost dropped to his knees at the pressure as he pushed a finger in. His mind wandered to his gun sitting on the toilet for some odd reason and Rick pulled his finger out of himself and reached to grab the gun. Unloading it quickly, Rick looked at before grabbing the bar of soap and lubbing the barrel. Grabbing his cock again, Rick pushed the tip of his gun into himself and groan bubbled in his throat. Pushing it farther into his ass, Rick felt it stretch and burn and he wondered what Shane's cock would feel like pounding into him, his teeth nipping and biting at Rick's back. Shane. Rick was overwhelmed by images of his ex partner. He imagined Shane being the one shoving his gun up Rick's ass, pumping his dick at the same time, sucking Rick, shoving his tongue into Rick's asshole, pushing his fingers into Rick. Rick shoved the gun up until it hit his prostate before pulling it all the way out and forcing it back in.

"Ohhh," Rick moaned out as he jerked off and pumped his gun at the same time.

"Shane, please harder!" Rick cried, imagining Shane being in here and fucking him with his long hard cock intead of Rick with his gun. He couldn't find it in himself to be guilty at the moment for calling out Shane's name and not Lori's. With one final thrust as the gun hit his prostate, Rick came, moaning out Shane's name over and over again until he collapsed on the bottom of the tub. On the other side of the door, Shane had his eyes closed as he listened to Rick pant and moan his name. Shane cupped his dick and rubbed it slowly before he walked into his room, locking the door behind him.

Author's Note: So, this is my first Rick/Shane story and my first Walking Dead story. I am hopefully going to make it into a multi-chapter story. Please review and favorite.

Love, TheWalkingDeadShipper