Rick grunted as Shane rutted against him. "We can't," he whispered, hands already working furiously at his own belt.
Shane smiled wickedly as his hands pulled the white t-shirt up and over Rick's head, tossing it down to the ground. "Then why you taking your pants off?" With a low growl, Rick's hands immediately switched positions, pulling at Shane's belt buckle and unzipping the rough material. Hands became a blur as clothing was ripped from their bodies, discarded about them haphazardly. With a soft whine, Rick pulled Shane down into him, attacking his lips with a fervor as their hips ground against each other.
"Wanna feel you. Wanna be inside you," he groaned, gripping the slim hips hard enough to leave bruises as he turned Rick around to face the tree, allowing his fingers to dance around, groping the non-existent ass cheeks. "Need to get some food in you so you can get some meat back here again," Shane hissed as his index finger brushed gently down the other's ass crack, fingering his hole slightly. "Spread your legs for me, Rick. You remember this don't you?"
"Fuck you, Shane," Rick cursed, pressing his hips back into the touch.
Shane smiled, pushing his index finger inside the tight pucker. "Nah, not tonight." The night air filled with grunts as fingers pushed and prodded, trying to get Rick as open as possible without alerting their group or any passing walkers.
One finger became two with a wad of spit, pressing in three when Rick shuddered against the tree. "Ain't got much time."
Shane nodded, "Ain't got no lube either."
"'S all right, just go slow."
Rick braced against the tree as he felt Shane line up against him, brushing his cockhead down his crack. Jacking his dick in his hand, he let precum ooze down past the hole, using it to press his head inside. "Fuck," he breathed, rubbing his hands down Rick's ribcage on either side, down to his narrow hips. "I forgot how amazing you feel."
Rick choked off a laugh as his eyes watered from the pain of Shane pressing himself inside slowly. Bringing a hand down to cover one of Shane's on his hip was enough of a signal to tell the other man to hold still for a minute, let him adjust. Interlacing their fingers, Shane rested his forehead on the back of Rick's neck, pressing his chest into his back. There were no whispered words of love or encouragement between them. This wasn't about that. Wrapping his free arm around Rick's waist, Shane thrusted shallowly, trying to help him get used to the feeling of being so intimately invaded.
Rick grunted, tightening his grip on Shane's hand and tearing at the treebark with the other. "If you're going to do this, you better touch me."
Shane laughed, pressing hot breath against Rick's ear. Taking his hand wrapped around his waist, he reached between Rick's open thighs, pressing his fingers against where they were connected, rubbing around the edges of his hole stretched tight around Shane's cock. He could feel the balls against his forearm twitch as he pressed against the skin there, tracing his touch up and lightly petting them as he slowly started to move his hips. "Touch you like that?" he breathed, tracing his lips up Rick's need to suck on his earlobe.
"Fuck, Shane," Rick whimpered, pressing his body back into the man behind him. Turning his head, laying it on Shane's strong shoulder, he sought out the hot lips as their bodies moved against each other.
"Shit, Rick. I ain't gonna last long," Shane grunted, pushing the other man forward slightly, moving his hand from the soft balls to the hard muscle of Rick's shoulder.
Rick laughed breathily, "We just started. You turning into a teenager again?"
Shane closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the top of other man's spine. He focused on the tight heat surrounding his cock with every rough thrust, running his hands down the other man's chest to wrap around the cock he had gotten to know so well so many years ago. He heard the audible gasp as his fingers found purchase, rubbing, tugging, stroking, all of the tricks he vaguely remembered the other liking. Shane tried desperately to keep his mind in the present, on this man right here in his arms and not back in the house in the room he had just run from.
But the memory of Daryl beneath him, body pressing up against his as Shane worked his cock in his hand… Daryl practically begging him to touch him, get him off. He came silently, eyes squeezed shut, his mind's eye holding onto the image of Daryl letting go beneath him. He felt Rick's hand join his around his cock as the channel around his cock tightened, signaling the other man's release.
Carefully, Shane pulled back, watching his softening cock slip from the tight enclosure. Both men redressed themselves, Rick a little slower bending down to pick up his clothes. "What happened with Daryl?" he dared to ask.
Shane bit his lip as he refastened his belt. Looking towards the house through the trees, he considered not telling Rick, but what would it matter anyway? The three of them were in this together now anyway and clearly Daryl was beginning to enjoy the attention of both men, whether his non-drugged state let him show that was another matter altogether. "He begged me to jack him off, so I did." He turned to look at Rick then, almost challenging the other man. "Then I came out here to find you."
Shane reentered the bedroom several hours later where Daryl slept, brushing a hand through his dirty hair and kissing his forehead. He left Rick going into his tent, his body too relaxed for much after their moment in the woods and Lori's questioning looks thrown at his back.
He took up the chair left by the bed, crossing his arms over his chest. Shane hadn't even realized he had fallen asleep until a hand brushed his leg and he jolted from the chair. Daryl's arm shot back under the covers, his own innate reaction to cower from the sudden movement. When Shane's heart fell back into his chest from his throat, he sought out Daryl's hand under the blankets. "Sorry. Didn't realize I had fallen asleep. How ya feelin'?"
Daryl shifted awkwardly. "Hurts."
Shane nodded, "Yeah, I bet it does." Daryl shifted again, clearly uncomfortable, bringing his hand up to his mouth and chewing on the cuticle of his thumb. Shane stood up, looming over him, "Can I do anything?"
Daryl looked up at him, a questioning look in his eyes before looking away again, guilty. "Naw…"
Shane smirked. "What, Daryl?"
He sighed as Shane took the hand away from his mouth, clasping it between his own. "Would you… maybe… Nevermind…"
"Anything."
Daryl hesitated, not able to keep the other man's gaze. "Would you hold me like you did…?"
"In the woods?" Daryl nodded, still not able to lift his eyes up. "Yeah, yeah of course. Scoot over a bit." Daryl moved over a little in the bed as Shane kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt. Sliding in on the soft sheets next to the injured man, he readjusted the pillows against the headboard. "Okay, come 'ere." Wrapping one arm underneath the injured man's nude back, he pulled him against his chest, taking Daryl's top arm and pulling him gently across him. "You can adjust how you want. I don't know what hurts and what don't."
Daryl moved a little, hesitantly laying his head down on the strong shoulder. Taking a deep breath, he nuzzled in a little closer, clinging a bit with the hand on his chest. Shane rubbed down his back, taking care not to brush against the arrow wound. Laying a kiss to the other man's forehead, he laid his head against Daryl's, feeling the other man sigh a little as he settled in. "This okay?"
Daryl sat still for a minute, his breathing slightly ragged as Shane's hand travelled down his back and up again, repeating the motion. "Yeah."
"Feel good?"
"...Yeah."
Shane smiled, closing his eyes as he let his fingertips wander, feeling Daryl's breathing come easier. "You know you don't have to be shy about asking for anything from me," he said softly. "I don't want to hurt you, Daryl. Ain't no one here who does."
He shrugged as much as he could in the embrace, letting silence over take the room once again. Half an hour easily passed before Daryl whispered, "You smell like Rick."
Shane shifted uncomfortably. He didn't think about washing up after his encounter with Rick in the woods. Daryl had told him not to go after Rick or he wouldn't have anything to do with him and shit he had shot that to all hell. "Yeah," he said simply. Daryl just sighed into his chest before inhaling the scent. Shane didn't want to explain. He didn't want to betray the other man's trust any more than he already had.
Daryl settled into him a little bit more, his breath ghosting over the other man's clavicle sending little shivers down his spine. He felt himself stirring, the familiar warmth growing in his stomach. He tried to mentally curb it, but Daryl noticed, shifting slightly as he rubbed his hand down his chest. "Don't," Shane breathed.
"I can…"
"No, it's ok. You're hurt. You just feel so good against me. Love having you here," Shane whispered.
"But you did for me."
Shane snorted, kissing the other man's forehead again and closing his eyes as he inhaled the scent from his hair. "I know. I wanted to. You have no idea how much I wanted to."
"You want me to now." Daryl's hand coasted down further, trailing a finger down the line of hair to the waistband of his pants.
"Daryl, I-"
The door opened, letting light into the room and Daryl's hand flew back up to the other's chest. Rick stepped in the room, quietly closing the door behind him. "Shane?" he asked, not at all surprised the other man was already there, but slightly surprised he was in the bed.
"Yeah," he breathed, mentally kicking Rick for breaking in on their privacy and also silently thanking the man for ruining the moment. He didn't want Daryl to feel obligated to jerk him off or anything else he was thinking, especially after what he had told him earlier in his drugged out state. He didn't want to seem like another of Merle's debts. He wanted Daryl to actually want to touch him and not feel like he owed him anything.
Rick sat in the chair next to the bed, gingerly perching on the end of it. "He asleep?"
Shane shifted slightly, but Daryl didn't stir. He wanted to follow his lead, not sure how much he wanted Rick to know. "Yeah, I think so."
"Why you in bed with him?"
Shane smirked at him, feeling slightly victorious. "He asked me to hold him like I did in the woods. Probably comforting."
Rick nodded. "We should talk… about earlier."
Shane shook his head, now really hoping Daryl was asleep. "Nah, man. Not here. Not tonight. I know what you're going to say anyway and it's not worth your breath, but I'll let you say it tomorrow, all right?"
Rick sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess you would know part of what I'm going to say, but not all of it. I guess we can leave it for tomorrow though."
Silence enveloped the room once again as Rick leaned forward, inspecting the bandage on Daryl's side. "We should let Hershel change that."
"Yeah, in the morning. Let him sleep, man. He needs it. He's done a lot for us. We at least owe him a night's sleep while he's injured."
"Glad to see you've come around on him," Rick started, a slight smile playing at his lips.
Shane shrugged with one shoulder, trying not to disturb Daryl who really did seem to have fallen asleep on him as his breath had evened out. "He's not a bad guy." He continued rubbing his back, resting the side of his head against the matted hair of the hunter's. "He's a harmless little teddy bear actually."
Rick laughed at that. "It's drastically different than he was this morning."
"Yeah, about that. I think I figured that part out too. We can talk about that tomorrow though."
"Yeah, we probably should. I want to deal with the demons as they come up and not let them hang around." Shane felt the double meaning in those words as they let them hang in the air. He knew the conversation they were going to have tomorrow was going to be a long one.
Rick sat perched on the chair, just watching them. Leaning forward slightly, he brushed a hand through Daryl's hair before rubbing it over Shane's bald head. Standing up, he leant over, brushing a soft kiss to Shane's lips before striding over to the door. With one more look back at the bed, he left the room, closing the door as quietly as he came in.