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Rick slammed the door of the boy’s room open and then leaned back against it once it fell shut behind him. It always smelled like stale cigarettes in this bathroom and he regretted not running down to the one in the science hall, but the tears had already started streaming down his cheeks. He just wanted somewhere to be alone and this one was the closest. He’d left class with a bathroom pass as soon as he’d seen the Facebook Message he was sent during study hall.
He covered his face and stifled a sob as he remembered it. It had gone out to every single student that had a Facebook page. He didn't look long enough to count how many names. It was just a picture of Rick, sitting at his desk in his bedroom, pants around his ankles, and jacking off to what was clearly visible gay porn on the computer in front of him. The message came from Shane who’d been over recently because he was dating Rick’s sister, Lori. The message with the picture just said Faggot Alert.
It was humiliating on so many levels that Rick’s first thought was to kill himself. He couldn’t imagine how he’d be able to walk through the crowded halls or ever face any of these students again. He was outed before he’d even fully admitted it to himself. He was still just testing the waters when he was looking at that site.
The smell of smoke overwhelmed him and he finally noticed that someone was in the bathroom with him, and that someone was actively smoking a joint. That took balls, Rick thought. Gutsy enough to smoke a cigarette on school property, but pot?
He peered around the side of the row of stalls to see Daryl Dixon sitting on the window sill attempting to blow the smoke out the window. Rick’s face blanched. Of all people at a time like this. He’d used the image of bad boy Daryl Dixon to masterbate to numerous times.
“Hey,” Daryl said, lifting his chin in greeting as he sucked in another breath of smoke. He looked at his cell phone then tucked it back in his pocket. “I guess I know why you’re here.”
The wet trails down his cheeks were growing sticky and he rubbed at his eyes, already swollen and red from the tears. “You gonna beat me up?” Rick asked, hiccupping on a sob.
“Why would I do that?”
“That guy Eric came out last year and got beat up every day until his parents had to have him transfer schools.”
“You think I was the one beat that kid up?” Daryl asked.
Rick shrugged. “I don't’ know. I don’t care. Just…please try to fuck me up enough that I have an excuse to stay home for a couple days.”
Daryl jumped off the window sill and stalked towards Rick with so much focus that he was tensing in preparation for a fist, but all the other boy did was hold out the joint.
“I think you could use a little hit, Rick Grimes.”
“I guess I need to get used to everyone suddenly knowing my name now.”
“I knew your name before. Here. Take a hit. Promise it will calm you down.”
“Why are you being nice to me?” Rick asked as he accepted the joint, attempting to appear like he’d actually held one before. He took a hit and immediately started coughing.
Daryl laughed, the rare smile actually making Rick smile despite his current state of affairs.
“You ever actually fucked a guy? Or you just one of them that knows already it’s what ya prefer?” Daryl took another hit then handed it back to Rick. “Breathe deeper this time and hold it in as long as you can.”
Rick obeyed and after a few long seconds coughed out a puff of smoke. “What kind of question is that?”
Daryl shrugged. “I made out with Eric before he transferred. Just to see, y’know, if what I thought I knew was real or just some weird, confusing thoughts.”
Rick’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit. What did you…what did you find out?”
“I like guys. Just not that one. He’s too high maintenance. A little too on the girly side. I like men because they’re manly. Like you,” Daryl said with a soft smile.
“I’m manly? I just ran into the bathroom in tears.”
Daryl shrugged and passed the joint back. “You had a right on account of what just happened. Normally though, I watch you when we play baseball in gym class. Love watching those arms of yours when you bat. Sexy. Love those cute bowed legs of yours, too.”
“Is this for real?” Rick asked softly.
“If you wanna know…y’know if you really are gay. Cause I can already tell by your lack of answer that you ain’t been with nobody. You can kiss me if you want. Find out.”
Rick took a final puff of the nearly-gone joint and laughed a bit at the lightheadedness. “I’m still kinda afraid this is a build-up to getting my ass kicked.”
Daryl walked toward him slowly until Rick was backed up against the door again. Then he put his hands on both sides of Rick’s face, letting his fingers run through the other boy’s hair. “I got a thing for these curls, too.” And he leaned in and kissed Rick, tentatively at first and when Rick didn’t try to pull away, Daryl kept one hand on Rick’s head to pull him closer and let the other drop to his lower back. He moaned against Rick’s mouth and then pressed into him so that their entire bodies were touching -- chest to chest, hips to hips, Rick’s length growing quickly between them.
Daryl paused the kiss to whisper against Rick’s ear, “Feels like you might be into it.”
“Yes,” Rick whispered back. “I’m into it. Into you.”
“Into me now because I’m letting you get somewhere with me or…”
“Since fucking fourth grade, Daryl. Jesus. Have you seen your shoulders? Have you heard that soft voice of yours? Do you know how blue your eyes are?”
Daryl smiled, his face far enough back that they could hold the eye contact, but his straining pelvis was still glued tight to Rick’s. “You flirting with me, Grimes? Because if you are I will fuck you right here and now.”
Without hesitation Rick started unzipping his pants. What started as the worst day of his life was quickly becoming the best.
“Ain’t you afraid someone might walk in?” Daryl asked with a devious smile and a knowing wink.
“I’m…I don’t really fucking care.”
“I got a packet of lube, but it might hurt, ‘specially if it’s your first time.” He pulled the packet from his back pocket and ripped it open with his teeth. He dropped his own pants to his ankles, applied a healthy amount to his cock, then to his finger. He reached behind Rick and ran his slick finger up and down his crack, finally stopping at Rick’s hole and squirming his finger in.
Rick’s eyes rolled back into his head. He’d experimented with his own fingers and knew he’d find enjoyment in this, but with it being someone else’s fingers, DARYL DIXON’S fingers? It was like a whole new world.
Daryl licked Rick’s mouth open and kissed his lips pink as he pressed in another finger. “I’m ready, just fuck me,” Rick groaned into Daryl’s mouth.
“Put your legs around my waist,” Daryl commanded and Rick obeyed immediately. Daryl kept him up by pushing him against the door of the bathroom, his hands on Rick’s fleshy orbs as his cock slid along the other boy’s entrance, finally lining up right and by pushing in just the right way, Daryl’s hot, thick cock finally breached him.
“Holy shit,” Rick murmured. The fullness of having Daryl inside him was glorious. Being fucked against the wall of a public bathroom even made it all that more taboo and exciting.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Daryl whispered.
Rick’s cock was getting friction as it lay hard between their stomachs and with every pump that Daryl gave him, Rick felt the amazing sensations from both the pressure on his dick with every thrust and the exotic feeling of being split open by Daryl’s eager cock. The loner started to fuck with abandon as both boys moaned and muttered unrecognizable words. Suddenly, there was a push on the door behind them as if someone was coming in.
“Shit,” Daryl muttered as he started to pull out of Rick.
“NO!” the Grimes boy shouted. “Stay in me. Finish,” he whispered. And then louder. “Get the fuck out! Go use another bathroom!”
“Fuck, Rick. I didn’t think you’d be this…kinky.”
Rick had to admit, almost being caught was almost a turn on in itself. He was coming to terms with his sexuallity and there was definitely no doubt what team was meant to play for.
“Harder,” Rick groaned and Daryl obliged, forcefully fucking him against the wall until he grunted out in pleasure, Rick feeling the pulse of the other boy’s ejaculating cock inside him. Mere seconds later, Rick exploded between them and the dizzy post-orgasmic bliss made his legs drop from Daryl’s waist as his whole body sank to the floor, weak and sated. In a state of absolute bliss even though he was lying half-naked and thoroughly fucked on a smoky boy’s bathroom floor.
“Can we do more of that?” Rick asked as Daryl smiled down at him, flashing that devious, satisfied smile.
“As often as you’d like, Rick Grimes.”