It's a Damn Shame
Daryl had always presented himself as a private man. One who needed his own space to avoid becoming volatile. And Rick respected that. He really did. And he would give Daryl as much space as he needed-as much that was reasonable, at least. Even after they had initiated this…what exactly was it?
Rick didn't even know, but he still gave Daryl the time and space he needed to just….do him. To do Daryl things and keep himself sane. Because as much as it saddened Rick, the man was a lone wolf because of his violent and bitter background. He knew the Dixon required time to himself to assess the situation and gain back his energy and resolve to jump back into the social aspect of their family.
He knew it exhausted him, and he knew he needed physical space just as much as he needed emotional space or air. Hell, it killed Rick every time Daryl's eye flickered to the ground when he was in close proximity to another. As if he would be punished for meeting another's gaze at close range. Or how his hackles would rise and his breath would hitch when he was touched without warning.
He'd gotten better. It was a work in progress. He was a jumpy, cautious person. Rick couldn't blame him, but he was sure as fuck confused as Daryl smirked, his eyes burrowing holes into Rick's in their close proximity. No submission or anxiety whatsoever and by god that was a welcomed change, if not an unexpected one.
The fingers curling in his hair tightened as his blue eyes flickered back to the dilated pupils that bore into his face and soaked in every detail.
Cursing himself, Rick couldn't hold the gaze for the life of him, feeling unsure and extremely self aware. The puff of hot air from the red necks mouth cascaded across his lips and Rick didn't even resist the urge to lick them, meeting Daryl's stare briefly.
He could feel his heart beating against his chest, Daryl's own playing a symphony when their fronts touched, and his fingers twitched gently on Daryl's biceps, losing himself in those pale blue orbs. Successfully swallowed up by the black void of attraction that quite literally was staring him right in the face.
Oh god, how he wanted to taste those lips, but he was frozen to the spot. Daryl chose to initiate this, and his own lust be damned, he'd let Daryl be in control if he wanted. That was fine, and it was probably what the other man needed.
Daryl leaned forward slowly, his moist lips parting only slightly as they became closer. Rick could see his tongue twitch inside his mouth seconds before Daryl's thin lips brushed lightly-oh so fucking lightly against Rick's. He tried to lean forward to get more of that fantastic sensation but Daryl snagged his lower lip between his teeth and sucked.
Rick didn't even attempt to hold in the moan that escaped, rutting against Daryl's hip. The deep, throaty chuckle he received for his despite need for friction, was too arousing to be shameful. The fingers in his scalp tightened and pulled his head back, forcing him to tilt his chin in the air as the Dixon scraped his teeth from his lips down his chin and continued until he reached he underside of his jaw.
Rutting at the nibbles and sucking kisses Daryl left in his wake, Rick's body was getting needy, frustratingly so. And Daryl's hot mouth suction cupping itself to Rick's jugular was not helping anything but the sudden need to release in his own pants.
"It's a damn shame," Daryl whispered huskily in his ear, his accent thickened by lust, as he raked his teeth on Rick's earlobe; knowing it was a weakness of his.
Rick could barely find the words to reply. "What is?"
"This," he murmured huskily as he reached around Rick's waist to the hem of his boxers before yanking them up, making him yelp in surprise before Daryl pulled away laughing and walked away with a huge grin on his face.
"Aprils fools~."