Glenn looks up to the sky, from where the sun is it should be roughly four o' clock. Late enough for no one to wonder where he's going, early enough to get back in time to help out with dinner, he crawls though a hole in the fence, on the west side of the prison, not too many walkers around. He carefully ties down the hole behind him. And walks into the thin forest, he knows like the back of his hand.

In barely five minutes Glenn finds Merle smoking some heavy shag from a trunk in sun, in the few months he's known Merle back near Atlanta, he's never seen Merle so comfortable, even with his 'owns-the-place' attitude. A branch cracks under his feet and he knows Merle has noticed him but it doesn't show, until Glenn stands right in front of him. 'Took ya long enough boy'. 'couldn't get away, were you worried I wasn't gonna show up?' Glenn grinned. Merle just grabbed him and pulled him in his lap 'terrified' he answered sarcastically. 'Close ya eyes' Glenn did as told while pushed his cigarette just past the line of his mouth, 'now breath in just a bit, no coughing' he pulled it away and back in his own mouth 'keep breathing in'. Glenn breathed out again and Merle was grinning proudly. 'Enough fooling around'.

Merle squeezed the air out of the cigarette leaving his hand free to pull Glenn closer, chest to chest, before working of his belt. Glenn could feel Merle's dick growing hard against him and pulled both their shirts of. Merle kissed Glenn, roughly biting his bottom lip. He threw his shirt over his prosthesis letting Glenn lean down until his shoulders hit the ground, he got rid of Glenn's pants, hearing the material rib in the process, to hungrily mouth Glenn's black boxers. The Asian bit down his moans on his lip, tasting his own blood. Merle kneeled down over the boy, finally stripping Glenn of his boxers before opening his own belt and worn slacks. Glenn grabbed the lube from his pants, just within his reach and made quick work of Merle's cock. Merle moaning into Glenn's neck as an reward, biting down softly. Glenn breathed in the scent of Merle's greasy hair, it smelled like sweat, smoke and forest, and something that strangely reminded Glenn of roses, did he steal shampoo from one of the girls? Did Merle wash his hair at all? A finger prodding against Glenn's ass broke his line of thought. After just a bit stretching the redneck decided he was more than loose enough 'My little whore' Merle muttered under his breath. Lining himself up against Glenn's entrance, entering him teasingly slow. 'Please...' Glenn muttered, swallowing his pride. 'Please what?' Merle asked, his hand lightly folding around Glenn's throat 'Fuck, Please fuck me hard, Merle..' as soon as the sound had left Glenn's mouth Merle picked up the pace, shoving deep into the hot flesh, his hand tightening around Glenn's throat, leaving him no space to do anything than to breath in the most necessary oxygen. His prosthesis keeping his waist just where he wants him, hitting that sweet spot every time and hitting it hard. Merle bit down just below Glenn's nipple and Glenn loses it, he comes hard over Merle's chest, Merle chocking any sound out of him, slamming into him harder than ever before coming hot, riding it out at full strength before collapsing besides the boy.

Merle's breathing heavily into Glenn's neck, his hand feeling his heartbeat though his chest. Glenn can't help but press his own body against Merle's heat, trying to refill his lungs. It's funny, the group still fuses every day about Merle being dangerous, but in these moments, Glenn's never felt saver.