Author's Note: I'm so sorry that it took me this damn long to get the second chapter of this out but I'm really hoping that all of you lovely readers enjoy the second part. R&R is always lovely. xo.

Warnings: References to alcohol consumption, cursing and sexy times.

Saturday Night: Chapter 2

It took Daryl six shots before he finally made a move. The kid was, quite frankly, drunk and he wasn't exactly sober himself and Glenn was just the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen, all long neck and thin wrists and smooth skin. There was no way he was going to pass this opportunity up, especially since the kid was basically sitting on his lap, hips barely resting on his own bar stool, leaning forward until he could feel Glenn's breath on his cheek.

How the fuck was anyone supposed to resist a temptation like that?

The answer, in his alcohol buzzed synapses, was that you didn't. So when the kid leaned in just a tad more, fingers actually resting on Daryl's knee, he leaned as well and kissed him, unable to hide his giggle as Glenn jumped back slightly out of surprise. If he had been more sober, his first thought might have been that the kid wasn't into it but that wasn't even an option in Daryl's brain; from the way the kid started kissing back, greedy hands fisting in the front of Daryl's shirt, he was definitely into it. Much as he wanted to return the action, to pull Glenn off of his seat and right into his lap, Daryl still had a grain of common sense that was telling him to hold onto his seat.

He didn't have to hold on for long, however, since the kid leaned a little too far forward and toppled over, his fingers splaying on Daryl's thighs for balance. Daryl didn't need to look at the bartender to feel the glare they were receiving and so he hopped off of his seat, slinging one arm around the kid's waist, not ignoring the fact that he could feel Glenn's hipbone pressing against his palm.

"How 'bout we get out of here? Does that sound like a good idea?" he murmured against Glenn's neck, following his question up with a nip to his earlobe. He could feel a moan vibrating in Glenn's throat and the sound only made him more desperate to get out of the damn bar.

"Christ, took you long enough to ask," Glenn groaned, grabbing Daryl's shirt in his hand and tugging him towards the door. Despite the state of his sobriety (or rather, lack of it), the kid was walking steadily, weaving around the crowd until they burst out the doors into the fresh night air. Compared to the humid interior of the bar, it felt heavenly and without the thick air practically smothering him, Daryl could feel his senses clear a little, just enough to help him assess the situation.

The kid was still pulling him down the street, occasionally tripping over his own feet, but still firmly in control of the situation. Daryl couldn't help but feel like reversing their positions, like dragging Glenn to his truck so they could sprawl out across the front seat and... well, do whatever, really. He had a little extra money saved in his bank account; maybe he could even go all out and get a cheap motel room, one of those ones that were designed for one night stands. He opened his mouth to voice the ideas but apparently, Glenn had different ones; with one swift tug, he pulled Daryl off the sidewalk and into a darkened alley, completely empty of life and light.

Well, this was certainly something new. Daryl had never hit up an alley in any of his one night stands; he'd always considered them to be too damn dirty or scuzzy. But really, how different were they from those motel rooms with their starched sheets that would glow underneath a black light?

Whatever. It wasn't the time to think about cleanliness because Glenn had him pressed up against the brick wall of the alley and was attacking his neck, alternating between hard kisses and full on nips. Daryl didn't know what the hell he was supposed to do; he wanted to take back control, to be the aggressor, to fall back into his old routine. But the things Glenn was doing to him, nipping and pressing and sucking, all felt so goddamn good, so goddamn right.

So he let his head fall back against the wall, eyes shut as he let this incredibly gorgeous, slightly awkward man, do whatever he wanted to him. Glenn was muttering things against his ribs and hips in between bites and kisses and although Daryl didn't have a clue what he was saying, it only made him harder. By the time Glenn sunk to his knees, warm breath washing over Daryl's stomach, he was certain that he was going to explode if he didn't get touched soon.

He didn't have to wait very long. After a few seconds of desperate fumbling, Glenn ripped his belt buckle open, making short work of the button and zip of his jeans afterward. Daryl could hear the small noises leaving his mouth and he couldn't help but imagine how he looked; slightly pathetic, at the mercy of a guy who was barely legal.

His Pa would have been so proud of him.

He started giggling at his own sarcasm but this was quickly cut off when Glenn unceremoniously went down on him, soft fingers pressing against his hips, warm mouth vibrating with moans. As much as he enjoyed the sheer convenience of the location, Daryl found himself wishing that they were somewhere with a little more light because Jesus he wished he could see Glenn's pretty, glistening lips stretched around him. His rhythm was a little off, alternating between quick and way too slow but really, it didn't matter, because what the kid lacked in technique, he more than made up for with his sheer enthusiasm. Daryl didn't think that he'd ever met anyone who enjoyed sucking his cock so much; Glenn was doing it like there was nowhere else in the world he'd rather be.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he groaned, throwing his head back again. His entire body felt like it was on fire and it was only getting warmer with each minute that ticked by. He was only vaguely aware of the fact that he had knocked that silly baseball hat off of Glenn's head but it didn't seem important; what was important was that the kid's hair was just as soft between his fingers as he'd imagined, slipping through his hands like it was made of silk.

Good God, everything about Glenn was soft, apparently, especially his mouth. Daryl was trying his hardest not to press his hips up but he couldn't help it; it just felt so damn good and he was so damn close and he just needed a little bit more-

Suddenly, he was coming, harder than he'd ever though was possible, his fingernails pressing into Glenn's scalp, teeth sunk into his bottom lip in a futile attempt to contain the noises that he was making. To his surprise, Glenn kept sucking until he was completely spent, swallowing what he could and wiping the rest off with the back of his hand. When he stood back up, he was grinning again, like he was so proud of himself. Even though he was exhausted (and wasn't sure if his legs would hold his weight if he moved away from the wall), Daryl couldn't just leave him without returning the favour. He quickly reversed their positions, pressing Glenn against the wall, feeing his erection through the kid's jeans. When he leaned in to kiss him, letting his legs get more steady, he could taste himself on Glenn's tongue.

Soon enough, Glenn had broken down into a mess of whimpers and half formed words, his blunt fingernails pressing into Daryl's shoulders as Daryl discovered that even his cock was soft, smooth in his hands. Daryl ducked his head into the hollow of his neck, leaving rough kisses down Glenn's throat and over his collarbone, biting down hard enough to make him fucking squeal.

"Jesus, fuck, oh my God Daryl!" Daryl was sure he felt a bit of blood trickle down his arms as Glenn came, spurting over his own stomach and Daryl's hand. When his hips stilled and he went limp against the wall, Daryl cleaned off his fingers, not really registering the taste. Glenn showed no signs of moving any time soon; once he'd done up his pants, he'd returned to leaning against the wall, gasping for air.

Now this was the awkward part. Daryl always had a difficult time with the morning after, or what have you. He couldn't help but feel self-conscious; now that the deed was finished, it was like Glenn no longer had any use for him, didn't even have enough dignity to say goodbye. Normally, Daryl just brushed it off and went on his way but this was different; there was something different about Glenn, something good. It didn't feel right to just be ending it so bluntly.

"Thank you." Glenn's voice snapped him back to attention and even in the dark, he could see that he was grinning again. "Thank you."

"Next Saturday?" The words came out of Daryl's mouth before he could think about them, but he didn't regret it. He definitely wouldn't mind if this became a weekly occurrence. Glenn chuckled softly and with one flailing hand, pulled Daryl in for one last, quick kiss.

"I'll see what I can do."

Daryl ended up sleeping in his truck that night and, on the trip back home, couldn't help but replay the night over and over again. On the surface, it was just like countless other nights he'd gone through but it was Glenn that made it so memorable; even in his sober state, Daryl could still remember that Glenn had been gorgeous and so damn enthusiastic. He wasn't going to fool himself completely; he knew that the chances of him seeing Glenn again were slim to none.

But still. It was a pretty damn good reason for him to keep looking forward to Saturday nights.