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Rick slammed the front door behind him almost shaking the house with the force of his temper. Where the hell did Lori get off treating him like that? Ever since he'd lost his job she'd been on his ass about it, every word that left her sharp lips was lined with nothing but hatred and insult. Was it too much for a man to ask for a little comfort and sympathy from his wife?

Ever since he had been dropped from the force Lori had been nothing but a pain in the ass. Every waking minute of every long day during the past two weeks had been the same. Screaming, shouting, swearing and Lori banging about the house going on about Rick finding a new job because she was tired of him sitting around the house doing nothing. Rick could have understood a small dose of anger but that was beyond a joke.

The evening was cold, and the sun was slowly fading in the sky. Zipping up his jacket Rick quickly got into his car, he needed a strong drink after that fight. Rick had to admit that this spread wider than him loosing his job, he and Lori had been at each others throats for a couple of months now, it seemed the smallest thing would set her off. Suffocating was an understatement when it came to dealing with that psycho.

Taking a deep breath Rick slowly slid the keys into the ignition and started the engine, he knew he needed to head to a bar way out of town where no one knew him, the last thing he needed right now was for someone he knew to spot him drinking alone and start gossiping about his life. The car radio roared to life and an old country song about what it's like to loose a lover began to sound through the speakers.
"Fucking typical." Rick mumbled to himself as he slowly eased the car out of the drive and began his long journey to forget about his life..

The night grew dark and the roads quiet as Rick drove further away from the city, he wasn't sure if he'd even find anything this far out of town but he wouldn't stop until he did. After what felt like a lifetime of driving he finally came across what looked like a biker bar in the middle if no where. Rick had heard how dangerous these kinds of places could be but at that moment he didn't care, all he could thing about was downing some strong whiskey and forgetting about his shit excuse of a life for a few hours.

Rick stared at the small building for a while, it looked like an old barn conversion. It was as tatty as expected for such a place, a lame neon sign flashed above a fragile door frame, it read 'Monty's' though it took Rick a while to read the name as the letter 'O' was out.

Stepping out the car Rick wrapped his arms around his shoulders, there was a nasty chill in the air which sent cold shivers through his spine. As he reached the door the smell of leather, sweat and old ale instantly hit him making him step back a little, he could hear the screeching of heavy metal coming from the inside and the loud laughter of the punters and the odd glass breaking here and there.

Suddenly doubting his decision to come to such a place Rick was almost tempted to turn back and just head to a place he was familiar with, he knew he wouldn't fit in here and that stepping through that door was a most likely a mistake. But what choice did he have? He was here now and he could practically taste the whiskey on his lips. Straightening himself up Rick took his first steps into the place he never expected would change his life.

The bar was quite empty considering it was a Friday night and Rick was surprised that the few bikers in there took no notice of the fact he was hardly dressed for the place. With his hands in his pockets he made his way to the bar to order that strong drink that was calling his name.
"Shot of whiskey." Rick nodded at the barman, he was a big guy with a shaved head, big beard and a canvas of tattoos. Casting a weary look over Rick the barman nodded back before handing him his shot. "Thanks." Rick mumbled before throwing the burning liquid to the back of his throat.

"Long day?" A low southern voice spoke out next to Rick making him jump.
"Something like that." Rick replied with a tone he hoped would show the stranger that he wasn't up for a conversation.
"I feel that." The man continued any way. "Ain't exactly had the best day myself."
"Seems everyday is like that these days." Rick scoffed back. "Can't do shit right."
"The way you're knocking them shots back I'm sure you'll forget about it in no time." The stranger laughed a deep throated laugh.
"How else am I gonna forget?" Rick now turned to face the man next to him. He was a scruffy looking man but he some how pulled it off, his dark shaggy hair seemed to compliment the deep blue of his hard eyes.
"The names Daryl by the way."
"Rick."
"Nice to meet you Rick." Daryl raised his shot glass in the air and Rick followed his league. "Here's to another shitty week."
"I'll drink to that." Rick smiled before taking the burning liquid back once again.

As the night went on Rick found that he was actually enjoying Daryl's company. It felt nice to actually speak to someone who got him and understood. Whenever he tried to have a serious conversation with his best friend Shane he would just wind up frustrated and angry as Shane made it obvious he couldn't give a shit. Sometimes Rick wondered why he was even friends with the idiot. But Daryl looked like he was actually listening to Rick's moaning and if he was bored or uninterested with the conversation he hid it well.

"So what do you do then, Rick?" Daryl asked out of no where catching Rick of guard.
"I was a cop but now I'm between jobs if you catch my drift." Rick shrugged after a brief pause.
"I'm sorry man that sucks." Daryl generally looked like he cared for a moment.
"What about you?" Rick asked.
"I'm a mechanic, run a shop with brother. 'Dixon's Motors'"
"You close with your brother?" Rick didn't mean to get so personal but the question had left his lips before he had time to stop it.
"He's an asshole but what brother isn't?" Rick found himself laughing at that even though there was no joke there, the look on Daryl's face told Rick he was just as confused as to where the joke lay.
"Sorry." Rick mumbled. "Guess I've had a little too much to drink. I need to get home before I get to the point of no return." Rick messily removed himself from the bar stool he had been sitting on before stumbling to the floor.
"Easy there." Daryl quickly jumped from his stool helping Rick to his feet.
"Think you've long past that point of no return."

As Daryl hooked his arms through Rick's, Rick felt a warmth of electric travel through his body, Daryl's touch seemed to burn in a way he didn't recognise. Discarding the feeling he felt for the alcohol running through his system Rick quickly made an attempt to head outside with Daryl doing his best to hold him up right.

When they finally reached outside Rick breathed in a large breath of fresh air, he hadn't realised how stuffy and hot the bar had been until now. Although he was happy to be outside the cold air made him dizzy and he felt even more wasted than he had a second ago.
"Careful." Daryl helped guide Rick to the floor.
"Thanks." Rick grinned as he rested his spinning head against the old barn.
"No problem." Daryl perched on the spot next to Rick giving him that warm feeling again.
"I've needed this." Rick slurred. "I mean it." Turning his head Rick opened his eyes to be met with those harsh deep blues.
"Me too." Daryl grinned out of the side of his mouth. Rick wasn't sure whether or not it was the whiskey but in that moment he seemed to find the rough looking redneck attractive. There was just something about him that made something stir deep inside.
"What is happening?" Rick whispered almost to himself.
"What do you mean?" Daryl leaned in closer to Rick. Did he feel it to?
"I've never felt an attraction towards another man."
"Neither have I?" Daryl got even closer now, Rick could smell the whiskey as Daryl's hot breath brushed against his neck making his cock twitch in response. What the fuck was happening to him?

The two men stayed quiet after that but the silence wasn't awkward. Whatever Rick was feeling towards this man he could only hope he felt it too. Perhaps it was the alcohol causing these feelings but even so he hadn't felt like that in a long time and he like it. With a surge of confidence that seemed to come out of no where Rick suddenly grabbed Daryl's face with his hands pulling his lips against his own. That same electric feeling he'd felt in the bar came back with a vengeance hardening his cock in full response.

"Fuck!" Rick cried as he pulled away realising what he had just done. The realisation kicked in and it seemed to sober him a little. "I am so sorry! I don't know what came over me!" He panicked never looking at Daryl convinced he was in for some sort of beating. "I gotta go." Rick struggled to pick himself off of the floor but his attempts were soon cut short as a firm hand grabbed his arm just beneath his elbow.
"Don't be sorry." Daryl growled as he grabbed Rick by the back of his dark hair and pulled him into the deepest most intense kiss of his life.

Rick knew it was wrong but as his tongue clashed with Daryl's he didn't care. Daryl pulled Rick onto his lap as both men fought for dominance and Rick was certain that Daryl could feel the obvious boner that he was sporting. Gasping for air the two men reluctantly pulled away resting their foreheads together, their breathing was rugged and heavy and the atmosphere was hot and filled with deep lust.
"So?" Daryl grinned as his hand brushed softly against Rick's swollen groin. "Your place or mine?"