A/N: Smut.
Rick leaned forward, just slightly, his body angling closer to that of the skittish hunter's. Daryl's eyes widened as he noticed Rick's slight movement. He wanted to step back, wanted to move away from the other man. Something in Rick's eyes held him captive, however. He wanted to know what Rick was saying with his eyes, why he was moving closer. He wanted to hope. Wanted to believe that maybe Rick felt the same that he does, even though it's sick, and wrong. Daryl's eyes glanced from Rick's eyes down to his lips and back up to his eyes, and then down at the ground.
"Daryl." Rick's voice was quiet. "Daryl?"
Daryl didn't look up from the ground as Rick spoke his name. He didn't want his eyes or his expression to give away the way he was feeling. It wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be okay. Rick would hate him if he knew how much he wanted him. How much he was falling for the other man. He would lose his best friend. Hell, Rick would probably beat the shit out of him if he found out that Daryl Dixon was in love with him.
"You feel it too, don't you?" Rick stepped a little bit closer. His hand rising a little from his side, before letting it fall back down.
"Feel what?" Daryl hissed, stepping back.
"This, this THING between us." Rick's hands moved wildly in the air.
Daryl flinched at the wild movements. Before he could take a step back Rick was standing inches away from him, and his hands cupped Daryl's face, pulling him closer. Before Daryl could move away or really, just figure out what was happening, Rick's lips pressed against his, the first second soft and then turned demanding, begging for Daryl to respond to him.
Their teeth clanked together as Daryl first responded to Rick's kiss, his hands coming up to grip his curly locks, pulling the other man closer, their bodies flush against each other. Daryl's tongue licked the seam of Rick's lips, seeking entrance. Their tongues tangled as Rick's tongue met Daryl's, a fight for dominance.
Rick's hands wandered from Daryl's face to his shoulders and then down to Daryl's stomach, reaching under the flannel and leather of his vest. The touch of Rick's hands on his belly sent a cold shiver down his spine. Daryl's fingers tightened their grip on Rick's hair.
Rick's fingers traced the hard lines of Daryl's stomach. The more that Rick's fingers wandered and played with his stomach and chest the harder it was to breathe, hard to think straight. Not that Daryl was thinking straight, to begin with.
Rick pulled away from Daryl. Daryl grunted at the loss, but moaned as Rick's lips went to his neck, licking and sucking his way to the juncture of Daryl's shoulder and neck.
Daryl felt his dick start to stiffen as Rick's tongue and lips worked their magic. He pulled away, suddenly shy and embarrassed at his bodies reaction to the other man's ministrations. As he pulled away Rick stopped his movements and lifted his eyes to Daryl's, pressing himself more firmly against Daryl, showing the younger man his own bodies reaction, rotating his hips to emphasize it.
The hunter's heart beat faster and faster as Rick moved his hands lower and lower down his abdomen. Rick grasped Daryl's dick through his jeans, as Daryl pulled Rick's head up, and brought their lips crashing together, their hands fumbling and grasping at each other. Neither knew how it happened, exactly, but they ended up against the outside wall of the prison, Rick's body trapped between it and Daryl's hard form. Daryl finally allowed his own hands to wander over Rick's body, exploring the lines of his muscles. All exploration on the hunter's part ended as Rick unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down enough to pull his thick dick from his pants. Rick deftly switched their positions, moving him against the wall, as he began to stroke Daryl.
Daryl tilted his head up; forgetting everything as the sensations over took him. Rick's hands gave special attention to the head of Daryl's cock, spreading the pre-cum as a lubricant. His hand moved at a furious pace, driving Daryl wild, his hips thrusting into the older man's hand. Rick clamped a hand over Daryl's mouth as his moans got louder, but soon gave up on keeping him quiet when he fell to his knees in front of Daryl, taking the man's dick in his mouth. He cupped Daryl's balls in his hand teasing the sweet spot that made Daryl buck hard into Rick's mouth.
Daryl gripped Rick by the hair once again and pulled the man off his dick, forcing him to stand, before switching their positions once again, this time spinning Rick around to face the wall, as his lips went to Rick's neck, sucking and leaving a mark. He pulled back to look at the mark, a satisfied smirk at his marking.
"You gonna fuck me?" Rick's voice was deeper in that moment than Daryl had ever heard it go. The words and tone were enough that even Daryl could tell how badly Rick wanted this, how much he needed it. His fears of rejection and that Rick would hate him, abated as he claimed Rick's lips with his own, a forceful kiss. His hands made quick work of Rick's belt, button and zipper, pushing them to the man's ankles. He kicked Rick's legs apart, forcing the man to spread his legs for him. Daryl worked one and then two fingers into Rick, stopping their kisses only long enough to use his spit as makeshift lube. "You done this before?" Rick asked in between grunts and sloppy kisses.
"Nah," Daryl's response was clipped as Rick reached behind him and started stroking Daryl's length again.
Daryl shoved Rick's hand away and positioned his hard cock at Rick's entrance, pausing for a split second before pushing into him, stopping often to let Rick adjust. "Fuck," Rick's voice filled with pain and arousal as Daryl's hugeness pushed further and further inside him, till neither one was sure that any more of Daryl's length would fit, but yet, he still managed to fit his entirety inside him. Daryl held completely still until Rick wiggled his ass a little, clenching around Daryl's cock to show he was ready. Daryl's thrusts were small and careful, his mind clouded with arousal and thoughts of possibly hurting his friend, his new found partner, his love.
"I'm not going to break," Rick growled, thrusting his ass backwards. Daryl's control snapped and his thrusts were hard and fast. Daryl reached around and grabbed Rick's throbbing dick, his hand pumping in time to his thrusts, driving them both wild. Rick's body stiffened as his orgasm washed over him, his seed hitting the wall in front of them as Daryl kept thrusting and pumping him.
His already wild movements became wilder as his own orgasm came ripping through him. He pulled out of Rick and began to pump his own cock as Rick whipped around, and went to his knees, taking Daryl in his mouth and sucking him dry.
When both men were spent and their clothes readjusted Rick pulled the other man close to him, forcing their foreheads together. "This. This wasn't a one time thing." His words came out as a statement but were more of a plea.
"Nah. Ain't no one time thang." He agreed, a second before Rick's lips met his.
When they pulled away from each other again, Rick was grinning as he ran his fingers over Daryl's cheeks and chin. "You've got beard burn. Hope you didn't plan on hidin' this, us from everybody."
Daryl smirked in response before flicking the mark he'd left on Rick's neck. "Ain't hidin' that either. Guess yer claimed."
A/N: Be kind to me. This is my first attempt at Rickyl and my first attempt at this kind of smut.