Written for a friend in response to a conversation after tonight's episode of TWD. Aaron isn't on the character list yet and I've put in a request to have him added so I'll tag him when he is. This takes place a bit after they come into Alexandria and is from Aaron's pov.
He wasn't sure what lead him to come here or how he convinced himself to take the steps. Fist knocking against solid wood was the only sound besides his heavy breathing. It was almost comical the way he sounded out there on that porch as he waited for something- anything really. What he was about to do could get him hurt really if he thought about it. And not just in mere dismissal. He had a good chance of getting laid out again by Rick, not something he was looking to have happen again. No it was more than just that it was the fact that he wasn't alone here, he wasn't alone and that could have both men ready to tear into him for encroaching on them.
Aaron visibly jumped when the door suddenly opened causing the man on the other side to raise a brow at him. He was dead silent. He noticed that when they were tailing the group of survivors. Daryl was his name. Aaron forced a smile but knew that it just looked strained so he cleared his face when the man made no effort to speak to him.
"Who is it?" Rick questioned.
Daryl looked over his shoulder and then stepped aside his arm extending to push the door wider open. Rick was there freshly showered pulling a shirt over his head and looking right at Aaron. Swallowing visibly he cleared his throat and looked at them both before stepping inside. He didn't know if it was the right move but if he was going to get punched again he didn't want to lay on the porch for anyone to see.
Daryl shut the door behind him walking by without a word. He was shrugging out of his layers and disappearing down the hall. Rick's eyes tracked Daryl's movements with a heat that made Aaron's insides ignite. He'd seen the looks between the men but wasn't sure until this very moment about it. Still didn't know really what was here but if he didn't try he'd never relax again.
"Did you hear me?" Rick's voice was close to amusement. As close as Aaron figured he'd ever get.
Chuckling slightly and feeling his face heat up he shook his head, "Guess you kind of lost me there for a minute."
"How long did you follow us?"
Aaron followed after Rick as he walked further into the house. All systems seemed go so far. No one had punched him yet and Daryl didn't shoot him a look like he was ready to take him out and sink a bolt into his head. It was a relief if anything. These two were clearly the duo that ran things and kept the group together. From what he'd gathered from watching them Daryl was a provider and a defender, hunted for the group without much thought for his own safety as he went by himself to accomplish these task. Rick always watching his solid frame and forlorn wings as he disappeared into the foliage. Rick was without dispute the leader who called the shots and the group fell in behind. He watched as he'd killed without mercy or care on the bridge fighting the walkers. He was quick, efficient, and something else altogether. Both men were a sight to see and when Daryl had swooped in out of nowhere pulling the walker from Rick seconds before it could sink it's rotted teeth into him it clicked. It all made sense the depths these men would go for each other.
Of course they'd always push for the others but with these two for the other he knew. He just knew that they'd always push a little more, a little harder, and little more deeply for the other to make sure they were okay. It made him long for something like that and lust for these two in ways he hadn't since the turn. Since that moment he wasn't able to tear his eyes from them.
"Long enough to know that you all needed help." He smiled again, "You know...from a friend."
Rick hummed in his throat and the sound of the shower cutting off had both men quieting for a minute. There were muttered curses and vehement sounds coming from down the hall where Daryl was that made Rick smile. Smile- a real genuine eyes crinkling smile that had Aaron's heart slamming into his chest.
"Stupid move." Rick's voice broke him out of his mind again. "Leaving that there like that. Can't trust people like you could before."
"But yet you're here." Aaron spoke.
Daryl appeared and Rick's eyes went straight to him. The grey shirt was clinging to his back where water was painting it to his body. He was in a pair of jeans that were loose around the hips while his hair was a mussed up wet mess. It was hard to not stare but again the thought that he'd get hit had him shifting.
"What are you here for Aaron?" Daryl questioned bluntly. "We done all the shit they needed and things were settled."
Rick raised a brow as Daryl leaned into the wall behind him drinking water slowly. Leaning back into his seat he cleared his throat and tried to force the words out that would make it clear. Nothing was happening and he was starting to feel red faced again.
Daryl snorted and Rick motioned him over. Daryl moved obediently to him taking a seat right next to him their bodies flush. Rick's arm ran along the back of the couch behind Daryl and he smirked watching Aaron. He was trying not to stare again but it was no use with these two.
"Can't say it can you?" Rick's voice was deeper, knowing and all the sins he'd wished to commit.
Daryl shifted and Rick's arm slid around his shoulders and his hand came to his neck. The grip was subtle but clear - mine. Aaron nodded and Rick nodded before he jerked Daryl around to him their mouths meeting. A groan rolled through one of them and Aaron set forward more unable to look away from the two. Rick took control immediately and Daryl let him as his hands slid down Rick's chest and straight to his groin. Rick's hips rocked up into his hand causing a deep throaty sound to echo from his chest.
Breaking apart Daryl stood suddenly causing Aaron's eyes to leave Rick's obvious arousal and go to the man before him. He gave Aaron one look and he stood not asking a question. Swallowing around the thickness he felt in his chest and throat he walked forward. Rick was leaned back watching him and he took the invitation of his legs parting for what it was. Seeing the motion was enough to have him leaking in his jeans and he felt his breathing deepen. It was loud enough he felt he should be embarrassed but was too gone to care anymore.
His eyes dropped to Rick's groin again and the erection straining against the denim there. He'd been thinking about this since the moment he'd seen Rick in the rain. The way he'd turned to see where Daryl was even as the storm around them raged. It was the fierceness and longing there that had captivated him.
He didn't ask because he didn't think he would get an answer. They were men of action plain and simple so he was going to act on what he wanted. And right now the only thing Aaron could think about was getting his mouth on this man in front of him. On them both really but it was Rick that was offered and it was clear that Daryl was off the table. Rick's declaration didn't need to be explained really after the way he'd took control from Daryl so easily and dominated the situation.
Hitting his knees in front of the other man he watched Rick's eyes darken considerably. His hands shakely went to his belt and he started tugging it open. The soft sound of leather sliding against denim had his cock so hard that it was turning almost painful. He needed this. Belt open and button popped he slid the zipper down watching as more of the man's skin was exposed to him. He wanted to run his tongue up that avenue of skin and taste him. Leaning forward he done just that and a Rick arched his hips into him his erection catching Aaron just under the chin nudging him.
With Rick's hips lifted he took the opportunity to pull his jeans down around his thighs. His cock sprang free slapping back against his stomach as Rick tore his shirt over his head leaving him bare. It was almost too much and not enough at the same time. Looking up into the strong blue eyes of the man he felt his mouth flood with want and leaned down into him. Breathing deeply and reveling in the all man smell that assaulted his senses he ran his tongue up his length before coming back down to his balls.
Rick's eyes were on him as his hand gripped him as the base and pulled of one long stroke. Rick's hips stayed in place his eyes tracking everything he was doing. Total control. Aaron felt himself panting and swallowed Rick down to cover his desperate sounds. Rick's hips barely shifted and he moaned around the thick length. Taking him as far as he could his hand wrapped around the rest to finish the motion off.
Heat behind him alerted him to Daryl's presence since the man moved like a ghost. Daryl was squatted down next to him as he kneeled between Rick's obscenely spread thighs. Chest brushing against his side and back he leaned into Daryl. His scent mixing with Rick's was a deadly cocktail he was sure he could spend the rest of his life submerged in.
Daryl leaned into him more and his arm came around his hand gripping over Aaron's own. "Tighter." His voice was a deep husky drawl that lapped at his body. Pressing more into him was in the cradle of Daryl's thighs, "Grip him like you really want it." He growled against Aaron's throat.
Following Daryl's instruction's and tightening his grip more and more when Daryl kept pressing him. When he got there Rick's hips bucked up into his mouth slamming his cock down his throat causing him to gag around him. Daryl chuckled the sound vibrating against his back.
When he felt his own jeans being open he pressed his hips into those strong hands and swallowed around the head of Rick's cock.
"Fuck." Rick grunted.
Daryl's hand sliding into his jeans and right around his cock had him pulling off Rick's cock altogether to moan at the relief. His jeans were pushed down around his hips letting his cock spring free and he sighed at the relief as well. Daryl didn't waste time and started a smooth rhythmic hand job that had him teetering on the edge in no time. Daryl's hand slid into Aaron's hair and jerked his head around. He watched Daryl's blue eyes as they landed on Rick seconds before his mouth was on his. He didn't submit the way he had for Rick but instead took complete control owning Aaron in the moment. A moment that ended too soon as Daryl tore his mouth away and pushed Aaron's mouth down around Rick's cock.
Rick groaned again and arched his hips into him. But Daryl was the one guiding him showing him just what Rick liked while his fist kept up that same strong pace on his cock. It was sensation overload as he felt his balls tighten and pulling more into him. He was cumming way before he was ready but Daryl didn't stop. Moaning around Rick caused the man to set up and grip his head fucking into his mouth like his life depended on it.
"Fuck fuck fucccck." Rick groaned his cock throbbing seconds before he was there at the edge.
Daryl pulled him off seconds before Rick was cumming and Aaron felt a whine building in his throat. Rick's cock was an angry shade of red he was so hard as his cock shone wetly in the light. Daryl didn't waste time though as his hand wrapped around Rick's cock jerking him hard and fast to completion. Aaron watched as Rick's body bowed tightly chest and hips arching and following the waves of his orgasm. Hot and white across his stomach Daryl let him go and his cock fell against his body as Rick panted watching them. It was then he actually realized Daryl used the same hand he'd used on him. His and Rick's cum were mixed on Rick now and his mouth watered. Daryl leaned in though his tongue sliding over Rick's hip bone and up cleaning him up. Rick's breathing deepened and Aaron couldn't look away.
He wasn't sure what to do and Rick motioned Daryl to the couch. Aaron mourned the loss of Daryl pressed against him and the intense heat he radiated. He watched as Rick took control of him again kissing him roughly. It was lewd, filthy, and everything he wanted. It was in the subtle way Rick shifted Daryl that let him know that Daryl was still out of reach for him. He didn't push feeling the ache from that hit still and took what he could get. He sensed that his touch wouldn't be a welcome thing from Daryl. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see he was only comfortable with Rick really touching him.
"Well this was…." Aaron looked off trying to get his breathing under control. "Well now I just feel awkward."
Daryl snorted and Rick leaned up righting his pants, "Was this why you came here?" Rick questioned his voice losing some of it's earlier hostility.
Aaron looked up and nodded, "The two of you."
Daryl tensed slightly and Rick eyed him and Aaron nodded, "That guy you were with Eric, aren't you and him together?"
Aaron raised a brow and shook his head, "Were."
Rick's hand slid along the inside of Daryl's thigh and he felt his heart leap into his throat. He felt like he'd already pushed them as far as he could. He got what he wanted and more. Daryl with him touching him, Rick- all of him, and even if nothing more came of it he felt satisfied.
Aaron stood up and fixed his pants blushing at the mess he'd made. Daryl snorted again and both men stood. Daryl gave him a nod and disappeared behind a bedroom door leaving him with Rick. Rick walked with him to the door and he felt some of the tension leave from between them. Aaron looked over at Rick and took one more chance leaning into him. His mouth met Rick's and the kiss was quick but deep. He could taste himself and Rick on Rick's tongue and groaned knowing it came from Daryl.
When they broke apart he adjusted his shirt his hand on the door knob, "If I'd known giving you a blow job would have made you nicer I'd started with that and saved myself getting punched."
Rick's eyebrows shot up and then he laughed, "From me, sure...not from Daryl."
Aaron looked down the hall and thought about that, "No he would have shot me with his crossbow I believe."
"You're right." Daryl called suddenly.
With that he smiled and parted feeling something stirring. He wasn't sure he would be able to not watch them now, even more that is. Now he knew what it was like to see Rick claim Daryl as his. There was more he wanted to see, feel, and experience but knew that it'd take time. Neither man trusted easy and he was floating on cloud nine as it was. They were both intense men and right now he wasn't sure if he could take more anyways. No he would bide his time and wait for those two even if it was just a one time thing where all he got to do was watch. He'd take it cause you didn't turn away from the sight those two painted.