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When Daryl made his way to dinner that night, he grabbed his plate and sat down next to Carol with Rick situated directly on the other side of the table. He ate quietly, not that that wasn’t unusual for him, but he barely looked up from his plate. He wasn’t sure he could look Rick in the eye after earlier, after seeing what Rick had left for him and what he didn’t even hesitate to do afterwards.
He sighed and rubbed at his chin, thinking on the magazine that he’d left tucked into his pillow. He doubted Rick would go for it tonight. Maybe Rick didn’t even know that he’d nabbed it yet. Glancing up, he automatically found Rick’s eyes on him, amusement playing at the corners of his mouth as he fed Judith. Yep, he knew.
“You’re a little quiet tonight,” Carol said offhandedly, nudging him with her elbow.
Daryl’s dragged his eyes away from Rick and looked at Carol, giving her a shrug. “So? I’m always quiet.”
“Mmm, I guess,” she conceded. Briefly, she laid her head on his shoulder before sitting upright again. “Can’t help but worry about you. Didn’t see you much today.”
“Yea, where’d you get off to this afternoon?” Rick piped up across the table. He hid the smile that threatened to spread across his face but Daryl saw the man’s quiet mirth bubbling underneath the surface.
“Had shit to do. What’s it to you?” Daryl’s voice sounded a little bitter, mainly because Rick was egging him on at the table in front of everyone. He already felt embarrassed enough about being unable to control himself.
“No reason,” Rick shrugged, clearly brushing off Daryl’s tone. “Could’ve used your help in the garden. Think we’re going to start building…” and just like that Rick fell back into his usual self. He talked about various odds and ends to do around the prison and some of the weirdness Daryl was feeling faded away. Dinner was over soon enough and Daryl gathered the plates to give to Carol for washing. “Missed one,” he heard from behind him and he turned to find Rick’s blue eyes on him.
Daryl gulped and took the plate with a brief nod of thanks. “So, Glenn said you’re taking his watch tonight?” Rick asked as he leaned against one of the tables.
“Mmm…yea,” Daryl mumbled with a shrug. “He asked me to.”
“Well, don’t wear yourself out. We all need rest, ya know.” Rick gave him a light pat on the shoulder while his eyes put out a look of sincere concern. Daryl was always surprised at how much Rick looked out for him, for everyone really, and he momentarily wondered if Rick knew that he cared just as much for him. Instead of getting all mushy though, Daryl couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease him just a little.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. Got plenty of rest this afternoon. Got kinda wore out today…” Daryl crossed his arms as he spoke, his eyes shifting slightly downward because he couldn’t quite look Rick in the eye. He knew he was blushing just a fraction but when his gaze darted up he saw a flush working its way up Rick’s neck. He felt inwardly triumphant for being able to cause that.
Rick smiled, just a small one that only Daryl saw, and he ran a hand through his curls. “Yea? That’s good, I s’pose. Don’t get too bored on watch tonight. Take some reading material.”
Now Rick’s whole face was flaming red and Daryl was pretty sure his matched. But he smirked all the same and turned to head for the guard tower. Before he walked away though, his hand landed on Rick’s side, giving him a small pat. “Nah, think I’ve done plenty of reading for one night. But maybe you should work on them dirty clothes.” He didn’t bother to wait for a response before walking away.
The next few days provided an interesting distraction for Daryl. A good distraction really from all the death and decay that their lives had become. Now he woke up with a smile on his face and an eagerness to jump out of bed. An eagerness that was only fulfilled once he saw Rick and his smirk of mischief because of their little game.
They’d stolen the magazine back and forth from each other every day and each time the hiding places got a little bit lazier. Daryl had come back from the night watch he took from Glenn to his pillow left of the floor, knowing that Rick had been there.
The next day Daryl snuck away at lunchtime and found the magazine in a spare pair of boots Rick had under his bed. Although, there wasn’t much need to sneak around. At breakfast, neither man had bothered to outwait the other, a nonverbal agreement that had Daryl wondering just what the hell they were doing.
Either way, Rick found the magazine the next day tucked away under Daryl’s spare bolts and later Daryl took it back when he checked around Rick’s shower supplies. No matter where either man hid it, the other found it quickly and after each time, Daryl would creep back to his cell and flip the pages open eagerly.
He knew he shouldn’t get off so much to seeing another man’s come stains, but he practically salivated as he flipped through each page of naked, muscular men to find the newest one Rick had left him. He would already be halfway hard as he started going through Rick’s cell and then sporting a full on tent in his pants once he stepped back inside his own, trying to ignore some of the excitement that shot up his spine as he searched through the nudie mag.
Once he'd found it, he’d shove his pants down and quickly get himself off. His eyes would concentrate on the image in front him, never really seeing the man in the picture but focusing instead on the man who’d left what he was looking at. Rick had jumped from spread to spread, his markings interspersed throughout the pages. But whenever Daryl got close to his own orgasm, he’d always flip to the spread that got him started.
Each time he’d finish on the face of the man in the woods until Daryl had almost every image marked. He couldn’t say exactly why, but something about it just felt right. Then he’d tuck himself back in his pants, blot the page, then close the magazine and hide it for Rick to find later.
“Shit, it’s hot,” Daryl sighed, wiping his handkerchief over his forehead. “We done yet?” He leaned against the shovel he’d been using all day in the garden, helping Rick, Carl, and Glenn. Apparently, this would help the soil get more air and drain better but Daryl was just about past the point of caring.
“Ah, yea. Think that’s about as good as it’s gonna get,” Rick replied. He stood up from his crouched position and stretched his back, his arms lifted high in the air as he groaned and yawned. Daryl tried to keep his eyes from raking over Rick’s body, instead looking down at his hands as he pulled his work gloves off.
“Oh man! What happened, Dad?” Carl’s changing voice hit a high note on the end and Daryl had to hold back a small chuckle. The last thing he wanted to do was make the poor kid feel self-conscious. He followed Carl’s outstretched hand and found it pointing to a spot on the side of Rick’s torso.
There was a bit of blood pooling on his shirt and Rick’s body curved awkwardly as he tried to get a good look at it. “Huh? I don’t know. Must’ve happened when we were moving those fence posts around. Felt it scrape me but didn’t think it did any damage.” Rick looked back up and shrugged, his blue eyes saying that he wasn’t worried about it.
“Better get it cleaned up. You know Hershel’ll give you hell if you don’t.” Rick nodded at Glenn’s suggestion before turning to put up their tools.
“Hey, go grab the first aid kit and we’ll meet ya up there,” Daryl told Carl. The younger Grimes dashed off towards the prison, eager to fulfill the task given to him. Daryl waved Glenn off who looked pretty beat and he finished up helping Rick put all the tools away. Afterwards, they walked up to the tables that sat outside and plopped down, chugging water and wiping sweat from their faces.
“We'll sleep good tonight…” Daryl mumbled while they waited for Carl.
“Been sleeping pretty good anyways,” was Rick’s reply and Daryl caught part of the smile the tugged up at the corner of Rick’s mouth. He flushed a little pink, crossing his arms and then uncrossing him when it didn’t feel right, not knowing exactly what to say back to that.
This had been part of their game too. Saying some offhanded things to make the other one blush. Usually it was around other people who didn’t fully understand but it wasn’t enough to inquire further and made their inside jokes all the more fun. This was actually the first time one had said something to other while they were completely alone, which made it all the more nerve wracking for Daryl.
Before he could think of something to say back, Carl came running up like a man on mission. “Here ya go. Hershel said to use plenty of antiseptic and change the bandages frequently.” He smiled once he finished, proud in the fact that he’d done something useful.
“Yea, think we know how to clean a wound by now…” Daryl grumbled before grabbing the kit and opening it up. “Alright, let’s see it.”
Rick nodded and started to unbutton his shirt, untucking it from his pants in the process. Daryl tried to ignore the increase in his heartrate as he grabbed some alcohol and a cotton ball. “Carol asked me for help with dinner. I’ll see you guys later.” And just like that, Carl was off again.
Daryl cursed inwardly because he kind of liked having the kid there as a buffer. Being alone with Rick was making him nervous. Rick finished unbuttoning his shirt and he pulled it to the sides, exposing his pale but muscular torso. Daryl gulped and tried to look interested in only the wound.
He found it easy enough, a three inch diagonal cut on Rick’s right side. It wasn’t too deep but still needed tending to. Daryl dabbed the cotton ball over it and Rick hissed a little. “Hey! Be gentle!” Rick chided.
Daryl scoffed and rolled his eyes, cleaning it exactly as before. “C’mon, Grimes. You’ve taken worse than this.”
“Yea…but not from you…” Rick’s voice was quiet and gentle. Daryl had to make every effort not to look up into the man’s eyes because, quite frankly, he was scared shitless at what he might see and subsequently feel. Instead, he grabbed a bandage and opened it up, firmly applying it to the cleaned cut before tossing the trash back into kit. Eyes on the ground, he stood up and wiped his hands nervously on his jeans.
“Good as new…” he mumbled.
“Yea? Hope it doesn’t leave a bad scar. Think it looks okay?” At Rick’s request, Daryl finally let his gaze travel up and he sucked in a deep breath once his eyes took in what he saw. Rick was sitting slightly leaned back with his shirt opened, chest and stomach on display. His head was tilted slightly to the left while his hands rested on the tops of his thighs. Rick licked his lips and gave Daryl a wicked smile.
Rick knew exactly what he was doing and it made Daryl ten different kinds of furious. You asshole. It wasn’t just how good the man looked, or how cocky his expression was, but it was the fact that he was situated in an exact position from the magazine, from the spread Daryl always made sure to finish on. His mouth went completely dry as his brain just about short circuited.
Rick waited, obviously hoping to get a rise out of the hunter. But Daryl honestly had no clue what to say, probably because his stomach was a twist of emotions that he couldn’t even comprehend. “Uh…I gotta go…” and with that he whipped his body around and stalked into the prison.
He went straight to the showers, ignoring the greetings that were flown his way as he walked through the halls. Stripping out of his clothes, he sank under the cool spray and washed away the dirt and sweat of the day. He had hoped some of his confused feelings would fall away as well, but things were only getting more muddled.
Shit, did he want Rick? Had he wanted him this whole time and just been in crazy denial? He’d been playing along in their game, enjoying himself and the excitement he’d been feeling, but could it lead to more? Did Rick want more? Fuck, things were only getting more mixed up inside his head.
Taking a deep breath, Daryl tried to calm himself down and clear his mind. The only thing that was coming across clearly right now was that he’d certainly liked what he’d just seen outside. His current hard on sticking up in the air was a big indication of that. So, did that make him gay? Did it even fucking matter anymore? They had so little now in a world gone to shit. Shouldn’t people just do what made them happy?
Daryl ended up skipping dinner that night. He even refused Carol’s offer of bringing food to his cell. He just wasn’t hungry. He thought and thought and thought some more about what to do about Rick, but nothing was clear. Instead, he just laid back on his bed and rested his eyes.
After an hour, he heard Rick call out to someone on the other end of the cellblock. It must’ve been Beth because he said he was going to take care of Judith’s bath tonight. Daryl snorted a little at the image of Rick playing rubber duckies in the tub with his daughter.
But then he realized that Rick’s cell would be empty for awhile and remembered that it was his turn to go find the magazine. Were they still playing? He’d left things a little awkward from earlier and honestly didn’t know. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he wasn’t quite ready to give it all up.
So he dragged his body up off the bed and crept down to Rick’s cell. He figured that Rick would’ve left it in another easy hiding spot, but after a minute, Daryl was coming up empty handed. Shit. Was Rick done playing? Did he toss the magazine out like he said he wanted to do only a week ago?
Daryl’s heart sank at the notion but he wasn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet. Digging in his heels, he began to search in earnest. Checking under every surface, shaking out every piece of clothing, even going through Judith’s stuff. He’d just got down on his knees to double check under Rick’s bed when he heard, “Looking for this?”
Daryl popped back up quick as lightening and whipped around. Rick stepped back into the cell, a sleeping Judith curled in his arms, when he reached into his pocket and pulled the magazine out. He held it in the air before tossing it on the bed.
“That was a quick bath…” Daryl mumbled, his face a furious shade of red at being caught mid-search. He brought a thumbnail to his mouth and began to nibble on it nervously.
“Yea, she fell asleep on me right in the middle of it. Beth must’ve worn her out today.” Rick half-smiled before laying her down in her bed. Daryl glanced into the makeshift crib and watched her for a second before turning back to Rick.
“Didn’t hide it…” he said quietly, more of a question than a statement but he nodded at the curled up pages all the same.
Rick sighed a little, making Daryl worry slightly, before he sat down on his bed. He grabbed the magazine and tapped it against his knee. “Yea. When I didn’t see you at dinner, think I got kinda worried. Figured something was up and maybe this was the only way to get you to stick around so I could talk to you.”
Daryl rolled his eyes and groaned a little. He hated this kind of thing. Mostly he hated talking about his feelings when he didn’t even know what they were yet. Sitting down on Rick’s bed as well, he hunched forward and ran his hands through his hair. “M’fine.”
Rick was silent for a full minute and Daryl refused to meet his eye. The silence was tense and aggravating and Daryl almost got up to walk out before Rick said, “Alright. If you say you’re fine, then I’ll believe you.” Daryl was sure his shoulders visibly sagged as some tension drained out of them. “In fact, I’ll let you have this magazine, free and clear, if you answer one question for me.”
Daryl bit his lip and squeezed his hands together. Fuck, why did Rick always have to make things so hard? “Okay…” Daryl said, his voice filled with trepidation. Daryl didn’t really want to have the magazine. He wanted them to keep up their little game, but he couldn’t resist giving into Rick.
“Why this one?” Rick asked quietly. His voice was soft and it curled into Daryl. So much so that the hunter had to raise his eyes to the man to see him as he spoke. “Why always on this one?” Rick’s own gaze went down to his hands and Daryl followed him, seeing that Rick had opened the magazine to the spread that Daryl favored so much.
Daryl’s entire body heated in shame at being confronted with what he’d been doing, even though Rick had been doing exactly the same thing. Fuck! What was he supposed to say now? How could he really explain that? There really wasn’t any way to explain it without coming completely out with it.
“He your favorite?” Rick asked and Daryl gulped before nodding.
“Guess so.”
“Why’s that?” Rick wasn’t going to let up for a second and Daryl pursed his lips as he shook his head.
“Ain’t that more than one question?”
“C’mon, Daryl. After all this,” and Rick flipped through the pages. Daryl blushed all over again after glimpsing everything they’d left for one another. “Think you can do me this one favor. Just tell me why.”
Daryl huffed out a breath and stood up, casually pacing the cramped cell. If he did this, there was no going back. He couldn’t ever deny it and Rick could very well turn him down. Turn him out. Take away everything he was so desperate to keep. But if it went the other way…
Daryl stopped abruptly right in front of Rick and held his hands out. “Because he fucking reminds me of you!” Daryl almost yelled, but he was vaguely aware of the sleeping Judith next to him so he whisper-yelled it while looking Rick dead in the eyes. This was one time where he didn’t want to miss the man’s reaction.
Even still his body was ready to bolt at any second and Rick could sense his urge for flight. Grabbing the edge of his vest, he pulled him towards the bed. “Sit down, Daryl.” Rick’s eyes were soft, his face hadn’t really changed at all after Daryl’s confession and that frustrated the fuck out of Daryl.
He sat down anyways and went back to biting his thumbnail. Rick tugged his hand away though and then slowly, gently, rubbed his thumb across Daryl’s cheek. “You know…we don’t have to…” Rick sighed as he tried to find the words. “We don’t have to do this.” He picked up the magazine with his unoccupied hand and shook it for emphasis.
Daryl closed his eyes for second and absolutely relished having Rick this close to him, touching him like this. Then he thought about it all ending and that made him uneasy. “But…I like this,” he countered with a voice that was barely over a whisper.
Rick smirked and scooted a little closer to the hunter. “I like it too. I’m not saying we stop. I’m saying we do…more.” Daryl’s eyebrows rose at what more could possibly hint at.
“Like what?”
Moving in slowly, Rick got close to Daryl, who was frozen in place, and he gingerly laid his lips over Daryl’s. Rick’s mouth felt warm and soft, his lips were so full but they fit against Daryl’s so much better than he ever could've ever imagined. The hunter held still for a full second as he felt Rick’s mouth close over his own. Then he felt something give way inside of him and he leaned into Rick’s embrace.
The warm embers that burned inside him every time he looked at that magazine and thought of Rick turned into a full on raging inferno as they kissed. Rick went gentle and slow, turning his head this way and that as he tasted Daryl.
Daryl knew that Rick was doing this for his benefit, trying not to scare him off. Fuck that! They lived in a world where they could die at any moment and he’ll be goddamned if he has to bide his time when that’s the last thing he wants to do. Darting his tongue out, he licked at Rick’s lower lip and begged for entrance.
Rick’s lips curled into smile before they parted and his own tongue slid out to meet Daryl’s. Fuck…Rick tasted good. Daryl could get use to this. Before he got too caught up in the moment though, Rick pulled back and looked at him seriously.
“So, is this something you want? Get rid of this,” and Rick nodded at the magazine between them. “And then have…more of this.” He leaned forward and gave Daryl a quick kiss before pulling back again, his hand resting on the back of Daryl’s neck to hold him firmly in place.
Daryl knew he wanted to say yes. He was probably more sure of that than anything else in his entire life, but there was also a tiny part of him that was sad to see their game end. He’d unknowingly become somewhat attached to that magazine, kind of like a security blanket. But he didn’t want that to come in between him and Rick and what they had going now. “Yea…” he mumbled, nodding his head. “But…”
“But what?” Rick leaned forward, their foreheads brushing together as he waited.
“Mmm…” Daryl hesitated. He didn’t know how much Rick would be into something like he was thinking. But he’d been thinking about it for what seemed like ages now.
“What is it? You can tell me.” Rick gave him another quick kiss.
“’Fore we get rid of it. Wanna to see you…see how you did it…” Daryl’s face felt like it was on fire as he made his request. He licked his lips and looked away in embarrassment.
He felt a puff of breath against his cheek as Rick exhaled in what sounded like amusement. Rick’s soft lips nuzzled against his ear. “You mean you want to see how I jerk off to the magazine? You want to watch me come on the pages?”
Daryl sucked in a deep breath and growled a little. Rick’s dirty words were making him strain against the zipper of his pants and he nodded in rapid succession to answer Rick’s questions. “Been thinking ‘bout it too much. Gotta see it just once.”
Rick blew a hot breath into Daryl’s ear as his hands trailed down the hunter’s well-formed biceps. “Okay. But you gotta do something for me. You gotta touch yourself while you watch me. Only fair.”
Daryl smirked as desire coursed through him a little more. This night was turning out much better than he could’ve planned. “Yea…okay,” he agreed, not even showing a little reluctance because he didn’t really feel any.
“Good. But first…” and Rick grabbed at Daryl’s chin, turning his face towards his and their lips crashed together again. This kiss wasn’t gentle or slow. It was frenzied and hot and messy as their tongues lapped at one another. Daryl’s arms wrapped around Rick’s waist, dragging the man into him so there wasn’t an inch of space keeping them apart.
Rick’s hands dug deep into Daryl’s hair and tugged. Daryl groaned as the nerve endings on his head lit up and sent a shiver down his spine. Dragging himself away from Rick’s lips, he kissed his way down the man’s stubbled jawline until he got to his neck. Sticking his tongue out, he licked a stripe along the salty skin before sinking his teeth in. “Oh, fuck…” Rick said, almost choking on his words.
Pulling back on Daryl’s hair, he dragged the hunter off of him and kissed his mouth fiercely before attacking his neck in the same manner. Daryl could see the reason for Rick’s cursing as a bite sent a shockwave right down to his dick. Daryl’s breathing turned ragged and he let a hand slip down from Rick’s side to fumble over the man’s crotch.
It only took a second for Daryl to recognize the very clear outline of Rick’s cock, all hard and firm in the rough denim of Rick’s jeans. He tentatively ran his fingers over it, a little nervous about what to do. He never thought he’d want to touch another man’s dick but right now it was all he could think about.
Rick groaned into his neck and he raised his pelvis into Daryl’s hand, urging him on. With that little boost of confidence, he laid his palm flat against Rick’s hardness and stroked him over the pants. A small, choked sob slipped out of Rick’s mouth as his body went slack. Burying his forehead into Daryl’s neck, he trailed his own hand down Daryl’s chest and stomach until he found the hunter’s cock.
Daryl had already been about to come in his pants and when Rick’s hand found him, he had to bite his lip to keep from yelling out loud. Rick rubbed him at the exact same pace as Daryl and soon they were rocking into each other. Daryl lowered his head and caught Rick’s lips, their kiss sloppy and uncoordinated as they focused on what their hands were doing.
Daryl didn’t know how much longer he was going to last but he knew that he needed to see Rick come before he did. Pulling himself away, he held a hand over Rick’s to slow his movements. “C’mon. Show me,” he begged the other man, his voice ragged with want.
Rick bit his lower lip in what looked like frustration from being stopped but he huffed out a breath and finally nodded. Getting up, he moved a few inches down the bed and situated himself so he was sitting back on his heels. Quickly, he unbuttoned his shirt and yanked it out the waistband of his pants, so now it was hanging open at his sides similar to earlier that day.
Then he brought his hands to his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper. In a move that had Daryl holding his breath, Rick hooked his thumbs into his pants and underwear, dragging them down to mid-thigh. His cock sprang out, all dark red and hard, glistening with moisture at the tip.
Daryl’s mouth dried as he took the man it. Goddamn, he looked amazing. Rick’s face was all flushed and he half-smiled at Daryl. “Sorry, I ain’t as big as him.” Daryl glanced down at the magazine spread Rick had left open, the one he’d gotten off to so much.
He reached out and flipped the page to something random. “Nah,” Daryl reassured. “You’re better…you’re real.”
Rick chuckled before he brought a hand up to his stiff length, holding himself at the base. “Remember our deal…” he reminded, raising his eyebrows in question.
Daryl bit his lip and nodded, scooting to where his back was flush against the wall behind him. He fumbled with his own pants, pulling them open and down just enough so that he could get his cock out. He was just as hard as Rick and he wrapped a hand around his shaft.
Looking back up, he watched as Rick’s eyes darkened. He licked his lips and stared at Daryl for a second. “Fuck, you look good.”
Daryl snorted shortly before nodding towards him. “You even see yourself right now? Think I got the better view.” Rick looked down and merely rolled his eyes like he didn’t want to argue this. Daryl didn’t either. They had more important things to do. “Go on. Show me.”
Rick took a deep breath before he slowly started working his hand. He rubbed himself from the base to the head, his fingertips swirling around the tip. Some of the moisture from his slit gathered on his finger and he brought his hand to mouth, darting his tongue out to lick it off. Daryl’s breath hitched in his throat as his hand squeezed around his dick. “Fuck, Rick,” he growled out.
Rick gave him a mischievous smile before he went back to stroking himself. His eyes would dart between Daryl and the magazine, eager to show Daryl what he wanted to see but also unable to keep his eyes off the hunter for more than a few seconds at a time. “This what you wanted?” Rick asked him through heavy breaths. “Wanted to see how I’d get off? How I’d think about you doing the same thing?”
Daryl grunted and nodded his head, his hand working in earnest as he watched Rick fuck his palm. Rick’s hips rocked forward, stroking himself quicker and quicker. Fuck, Rick looked so good right now Daryl wanted to toss the man back and fuck him into oblivion.
“Let me try something,” Rick huffed out, gesturing towards Daryl’s body. Daryl only nodded in response, his brain too fuzzy to form coherent words. Leaning forward, Rick balanced himself on his knees and one arm while he still pumped away. In a quick move, his head fell over Daryl’s mid-section and before the hunter could ask him what he was doing, Rick’s mouth swallowed the head of Daryl’s cock.
“Shit!” Daryl hissed and his hips involuntarily shot upwards. He felt Rick’s warm tongue swirl around the tip while Daryl’s hand kept stroking around the base. Rick’s lips sucked at him and he knew he was almost there. Looking down at Rick’s body where he was still working his own cock while his mouth was wrapped around Daryl was the fucking hottest thing he could’ve ever imagined.
“Fuck…Rick…not gonna last,” Daryl whimpered. He threaded his hands into Rick’s curls and tugged lightly. “C’mon. Wanna see you…”
Rick seemed to understand because he gave Daryl one more lick before pulling back and sitting up on his knees. “Come with me, Daryl,” Rick all but commanded and started to groan as he spilled onto his hand. As soon as Daryl saw Rick come undone, he followed not a second later, hips lifting into the air as he shot his own load.
“Oh, fuck…” Daryl bit out, his empty hand clawing at Rick’s side while he watched the man’s cock empty out onto the magazine. Both men finished with ragged breaths and Rick fell back onto his heels as his shoulders sagged in exhaustion. Daryl felt his own body sink into the wall behind him, his head lolling to the side.
“Shit…” Rick sighed and then his mouth split into a silly grin. He rubbed his clean hand over his face and chuckled. “I think I like ‘more’.” Daryl merely nodded in agreement before reaching out and grabbing Rick’s sticky hand. He pulled it towards his mouth and lapped his tongue across one the fingers, curious as to what another man tasted like.
To his surprise, he actually liked it so he kept licking at the appendages. A second later, he felt Rick grab his own messy hand that laid idle by his spent and softening cock and then Rick’s tongue was cleaning him up as well. Once they finished, Rick shifted to a sitting position next to Daryl, closing the magazine and tossing to the other end of the bed. “Guess we don’t need that anymore,” he said after a yawn.
“Mmm…” Daryl nodded in agreement. “I’ll take it out on the next run and get rid of it. Don’t need no one finding it here.”
“You mean like you did?” Rick teased, amusement twinkling in his eyes as he rested his head on Daryl’s shoulder.
Daryl shrugged as he tried to find a response. “Can’t blame a guy,” he finally said. “Caught you hiding somethin’ behind your back. Ain’t really the type to keep secrets. At least not from me. Guess I was worried.”
Rick laughed and shook his head. “Yea? Didn’t seem too worried when you walked outta here with it.”
Daryl smirked and leaned into Rick, burying his nose into Rick’s curls. “I guess by then, I knew. Couldn’t stop from myself, really.”
“Uh-huh…sure,” Rick replied incredulously but then he sighed in contentment. “Ain’t like I’m mad though. Kinda glad you did it. Otherwise, this wouldn’t have happened.” He gestured from his body to Daryl’s.
“Yea. Kinda glad I did too,” and he settled further into Rick’s bed, letting his hand find its way to Rick’s, their fingers lacing together and holding tight.
Daryl shivered as he walked his way into the prison. Fall was settling into the air and today was chillier than he’d anticipated. Stepping briskly, he made his way into his cell and found his spare set of gloves. Shoving them into his pocket, he turned to head back out so he could finish working on his bike.
Glancing towards his bed, he stopped short and walked over to it. Picking up his pillow, he turned it towards the light and found an all too familiar wet spot right in the middle of it. Rick! Daryl tossed the pillow to the floor and made a mental note to wash it later. But right now the only thing on his mind was finding his lover and teaching him a lesson.
Daryl thought maybe he deserved this one because of what he’d left on Rick's last clean pair of underwear last week, forcing him to go without for a couple days. That had certainly been fun and Daryl grinned at the memory. Walking out to the garden, he figured they could probably steal away for a good thirty minutes before anyone wondered where they were at. His step quickened just a bit as his body shivered in anticipation.