Mac stalked through the woods silently as Daryl disappeared through the brush. The sun was beating down on him heavily and he was already done with hunting. He was tired, sore, and just fuckin' done with the goddamn heat. He wanted to strip his shirt off and just wallow down into the fresh cool dirt letting it cool is sweaty body. He didn't give a fuck how dirty he got from it right now so long as it cooled him down.
Letting his eyes flash quickly around the woods he didn't see Daryl anywhere and growled. He didn't know what he had done to make him mad but he was sure as fuck with the way he had been the past week. He'd been snapping left and right gearing up for a fight like he was ready to kill someone. Mac had his suspicions it had something to do with Merle coming in soon.
Merle always pushed Daryl's buttons running his mouth to get his younger brother pissed off. Mac on the other hand usually started enough shit that Merle just aimed it all at Daryl. Mac grinned thinking about how good and worked up Daryl would be after Merle left leaving Mac to reap the rewards from it.
Mac stood up whipping his short over his head and letting the barely there breeze cool his body as he moved off to find Daryl. He'd been walking for a good ten minutes when he lost Daryl's trail completely. Searching the ground around him he seen no signs of him moving off in another direction at all. Daryl was fucking with him on purpose.
"I know your around you cocksucker." Mac snapped.
He barely had time to register the scraped of bark before he was slammed to the ground hard. Landing on his chest the air rushed from his lungs leaving him gasping trying to get air. His vision grayed out and he groaned trying to roll over but the weight on his back kept him pinned in place. Closing his eyes and blowing out a breath causing leaves to move away from his face he turned his head to the side planted on the ground.
Daryl was glaring down at him his blue eyes on fire causing Mac's blood to ignite. He knew that look. Trying to pull in air to counter act what Daryl was up to as he felt his arms jerked behind his back and felt the bite of the leather at his elbows. Daryl jerked the belt tighter than necessary forcing his back to arch from the pull at the elbows.
"LET me go Daryl." Mac hissed through clenched teeth.
"Shut the fuck up Mac." Daryl barked putting more of his weight on him.
Mac groaned in pain and felt Daryl's chuckle radiate through him and down to the ground. Mac thrashed and bucked trying to throw Daryl's body off balance enough to get out from underneath him, the movements caused Daryl to groan deeply behind him. Daryl moved on him his weight leaving his back and settled along his thighs, his knees on each side of Macs legs.
Jerking his face sideways again trying to move more of the leaves so he could see better he eyed Daryl. He was looking down Mac's body his eyes full of hunger as his cock strained against the denim of his jeans. Mac sneered at himself for being pinned so easily and the heat he felt rush south to his groin.
Mac's breathing became heavy as Daryl jerks his hips up and started working his belt and pants down. Growling, "Get the fuck off me Daryl. You don't let me the fuck out of this and you're gonna regret it."
Daryl chuckled his breath fanning over Mac's shoulder, "What are you gonna do Mac? Besides get fucked?"
Mac's breath hissed between his teeth at his words feeling his cock jerk in his jeans. He closed his eyes feeling the hot air around him meet his bare skin as his pants feel loose around his knees. Hips jerking forward at the feeling of Daryl's hand closing around his cock firmly he grunted and closed his eyes the more his cock swelled.
"Act like you don't want it all you want Mac...but why is your dick hard?" Daryl snarled behind him as his fingers circled him.
Baring his teeth, "Shut the fuck up."
His breath left him as Daryl's finger slid into him followed quickly by another. He wasn't going to go easy on him and Mac would be goddamned if he let him. If this was how it was happening then he wanted it rough.
"Hurry the fuck up and quit acting like my goddamn wife." Mac snapped.
Daryl's resound chuckle had his balls crawling up some not use to his brother being in control. Daryl didn't crave it like he did. He didn't need it. He wanted to hand over the reigns and let someone else lead. It's why they were perfect for each other.
Daryl gripped his cock tighter his thumb sliding over the tip with a twist at his wrist that had Mac thrust forward seeking more of him. Daryl's hand released him quickly and grabbed his hip stopping all his motions. Mac felt the heat of Daryl's body behind him his legs caging Mac's own in as he lined himself up.
Mac closed his eyes feeling the tension in his brother and bared down to keep from making a noise. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction and he knew that was what he was after. With one swift thrust he buried himself completely in Mac and he felt like his body buck forward. Daryl stilled a groan rolling through him as Mac got his breath back.
Daryl set a punishing pace his hands no doubt marking and bruising Mac's hips with how rough he was being with him. He grunted with each thrust feeling his chest bury further into the soft earth below him. Daryl snarled grabbed the belt at his elbows forcing him to arch more as he pulled him back into his thrust.
Mac pushed back meeting his thrust when he felt Daryl hit his prostate and groaned. "Goddamn."
Hands free to move he felt them brush Daryl's happy trail and he locked his hand in the air jerking hard. Daryl snarled and groaned, "Let go."
"Fuck you."
Daryl put his weight on Mac forcing his body to take him as deep as he could while forcing his body to arch further and bury into the ground. "Let go Mac or i'll break you in half." Daryl snapped.
Mac smiled feeling the dirt coating his skin and the sweat from Daryl drip onto his over heated skin. Daryl pulled out completely and thrust in harshly Mac's entire body bucking and heaving with his motions. He felt his grip breaking and snarled trying to get it back but Daryl's sweat slick skin was making it impossible.
"Fuckin' do it then Darylina." Mac snapped. He knew the nick name would piss Daryl off and get results.
He felt the belt bite deeper into his skin as Daryl coiled it around his hand. His thrust were deep and relentless each knocking the breath from him as he felt his cock swell more and more. He wanted his hands free as his cock dripped below him with need begging to be touched. Groaning he bucked his hips able to tell Daryl was close.
Groaning in pleasure when he felt Daryl's firm warm hand close around his cock jerking in time with his thrust he melted. It pissed him off and he felt his anger flaring at being so easily manipulated. He'd be goddamn if he let Daryl get the upper hand on him again.
"You son of a bitch!" Mac barked when he felt Daryl back off jerking him off as his cock hardened his orgasm getting closer.
Daryl didn't answer but his thrust became more erratic and he groaned through his orgasm leaving Mac to feel the aftershocks all the way to his groin up to his throat. He swallowed the feeling burning through him even as his cock begged for attention and release.
Daryl pulled out of him quickly his hands gripping the belt and releasing it. Mac hissed at the blood rushed back and his shoulders and chest were released from the strain of the tight hold. Just as quickly Daryl flipped him on his back his head dipping and swallowing him down causing him to buck into his mouth.
Mac leaned up watching Daryl his eyes meeting Mac's as he swallowed around his cock. He knew it wouldn't take him long t cum with the way Daryl had fucked him and jerked him off. Right now though he didn't give a fuck so long as that Daryl's mouth stayed wrapped around his cock like that. His eyes were still blazing and Mac sunk his hands in his hair holding him in place as he thrust in and out of his mouth. They never broke eye contact as fucked his mouth hard and fast. Jerking Daryl in tight against his groin he poured himself down his throat cussing the entire time.
Letting go of him he dropped back on the ground hard feeling just how dirty and caked he was in the dirt and leaves. "You're a whore bastard." Mac snapped panting.
"Says the guy who just got fucked." Daryl huffed.
Mac opened his eyes looking at Daryl as he righted his clothes, "One thing brother..." Daryl looked up meeting his eyes waiting, "Turn about is fairplay"
Daryl's eyes darkened the blue disappearing completely as he leaned over Mac, "Since when do you fuckin' play fair at any goddamn thing."
Opening his mouth to answer Daryl moved quick his mouth sealing Mac's shut. He could taste himself on his brother tongue and chased it taking control of the kiss and flipping them with a loud oof. Daryl grunted but didn't break away and that was enough to let Mac know he was okay. Pulling back his eyes blazed and he gave him a smile the devil himself would be proud of as he cleaned his lips up.
"You'll get yours Daryl." Mac warned moving to stand up and fix his pants.
The hunting trip went to shit but what he didn't really give a fuck either way. Hunting was Daryl's thing but he went along with it, always had always would. He could see Daryl walking next to him out of the corner of his eyes the storm that had been over him the past week calm and clear for now. Mac though, he felt his own storm brewing and smiled licking his lips again. Daryl met his eyes and he seen him already bracing himself in the depths of his eyes. He knew.