Chapter 7 - The night goes on
After Carol's death Daryl decides he'd like to spend the night alone in the guard tower. He found himself extremely bored out of his mind. Summer was at its peak and now even nights were over 30 degrees C.
He sat staring out the window when he heard someone knocking at the door. Company was not what he wanted right now. "Daryl? Can I come in?" It was Rick. Maybe company was a good idea. After all, Rick always knew how to make him feel better.
"Yeh, sure." He said in a timid voice. The door languidly opened and Rick ambled in. Daryl scooted over to allow some space for Rick to sit beside him. "What brings ya here?"
"I wanted to see you. Night seems t'be the only time we get to spend t'gether alone." Rick smiled, edging closer to Daryl.
"It was my fault." Daryl said, letting out a soft cry. "It was all me." He hid himself in his hands, embarrassed about breaking down yet again in front of Rick. He really was a pussy now. On the plus side, Rick was his. The group knew and they were fine with it and the two no longer had to hide anything.
"What? Is this about Carol?" Rick said, confused. "It wasn't you Daryl. Please, let it go. We're all sad 'bout losing her but fer Christ's sake it wasn't you! What's done is done Daryl; you can't reverse the bullet from a gun."
Rick's words made Daryl cry harder, yet somehow caused him to feel better. He looked up at Rick and the two looked at each other in the eyes. Ricks had a certain undefinable sparkle to them. Alluring and sensual, with a touch of mischief. Daryl found this arousing. He caught his hand making its way to Ricks and they joined together. They fit so perfectly. It was almost as if they were destined to be put together; as if Daryl and Rick were made to be together.
Rick leaned in and lightly began to kiss Daryl on the lips. Daryl chuckled and kissed Rick back, hauling him onto his lap to make the two comfier. Rick cupped Daryl's face with his hands as they began to go into a deeper kiss. Daryl's tongue pried Rick's mouth open further and their tongues began to dance around together. Rick moved his legs so that he had one either side of Daryl.
Awkward was a complete understatement for Daryl. Before all this he had never before touched another person in any way other than a friendly pat or hug. Now he was in a deep kiss with a man he'd only met a year or so before. The man he tried to kill when they first met. He wanted to take things a step further with Rick, but feared he would avoid him after.
Rick relaxed further onto Daryl's body which comforted the two even further. This was all sorts of arousing for Rick as he felt Daryl's erection press against his body. He rocked his hips back and forth in experimentation, causing Daryl to groan in satisfaction.
"Dang it, Rick." Daryl giggled and he leant in again to kiss Rick, sliding his fingers through Rick's tangled hair.
Rick's hand made its way down Daryl's nicely-toned body and stopped when it found the top of Daryl's trousers. His fingers fiddled with the button of his jeans. This was a bit of a struggle as his fingers had got all sweaty with anticipation plus the button was stiff anyway. Rick huffed as he began to become desperate, getting frustrated as the button refused to undo. Daryl too was getting impatient and lent a hand. The stubborn button finally undid and the two gave out a sigh of relief.
They pulled back into another kiss and Rick sent his hand down Daryl's trousers, wrapping his hand around Daryl's shaft. He gave him a few substantial strokes, making Daryl release some grunts and groans and pull away from their kiss. Instead, he placed soft kisses all up Rick's neck.
Rick's strokes soon turned into hard thrusts. "Shit Rick. Don't stop! 's comin'!" Daryl exclaimed. Rick just got faster. "Holy sh-!" Daryl cut himself off as he reached his climax. Rick released his grip, a big grin on his face.
Daryl looked up at Rick who was still sitting on his lap, a hopeful look spread across his face. "A'right, ready?" Daryl asked. Rick nodded in an excited manner.
Daryl un-tucked the Sheriff shirt from Rick's trousers and undid his old and tatty belt. The leather had began to peel away, making it east for Daryl to undo it. Rick's button popped undone like a breeze; far easier than Daryl's button was to undo. Daryl slipped his down down Rick's trousers and returned the favour to Rick. "God, yes Daryl!" Rick shouted whilst also letting out moans of satisfaction. Soon Daryl's touch became too much for Rick and he reached his peak, relaxing into a heap on top of Daryl.
Daryl threw his arms around Rick. "If we do this again, let's please go someplace else. A bed, perhaps?" Rick advised, sticking his tongue out in a cheeky manner.
If we do this again he said. Daryl wasn't going to be avoided by Rick as he feared he would be.
They did their pants up and went back into an embrace, Rick soon falling asleep on Daryl form his exhaustion. As much as he wanted to sleep, Daryl couldn't as he had the joys of being on watch. Well...surely a small nap wouldn't hurt, would it?
