Why?" Daryl asks curiously as they finally get to the rest of the group. He introduces Michonne around and Carol takes her to her vehicle to stow her bags.
"It's surrounded by canyons and caves. Easy to hide, easier to defend. It's set in the middle of nowhere. Plenty of wells despite it bein' in the desert. Small town, real easy to wall off, we'd need to filter the water because of the high mineral content, but it's mostly self-sufficient, with the wells we can grow our own shit. There's a lot of wild animals we could hunt. I just don't got a better idea. But if you do, that's okay." Shane finishes as he sits down on the tailgate of Daryl's truck with him as he opens a bottle of water.
Wiping his mouth, he breathes deeply. "Worth thinkin' about if Fort Bennin' ain't in operation. We'd be better with one of them hacienda things if we went to the desert though, big thick stucco walls, maybe an old fort, 'cept no electricity. Damn."
"We'll figure it out." Merle asks as he comes to stand beside Daryl. "We takin' the others?" His tone says he doesn't want to. Shane doesn't particularly want to either. Much as he loves Rick, he realises that Rick is struggling with the changes in the world. But they are brothers, like Daryl and Merle butt heads, he and Rick do too. Rick would just have to come around. And take better care of Carl, pay more attention to him.
"For now." Daryl answers as he stands, making the decision without conferring with Shane, which both surprised and aroused him. "But they gotta know it's our way or they get left behind, we ain't got time for bullshit."
"Agreed." Shane stands. "Let's get ourselves sorted with our gear and be on our way."
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Days later, Shane and Daryl are leading the convoy of vehicles on four wheels, Merle heading it on his bike. It's been a journey fraught with detours as they've bypassed herds trying to get to Fort Benning. Pulling to a stop, they watch as a sentry steps down from the vehicle they're using as a lookout.
"Well, it's occupied by some livin' at least." Shane murmurs as he opens the truck door.
"So far." Daryl watches. It is definitely a soldier stepping down. His rifle still has the safety on which is something. The gate rolls open and a big, bearded man steps through.
"Afternoon, I'm Sergeant Abraham. Who would you be?"
"Shane, this's Daryl." Shane takes the huge paw put out to him and shakes it as does Daryl. Merle is sitting on his bike, not moving.
"Cat got your tongue boy?" Abraham looks at Merle and chuckles. "I'm not the law you know."
"Oh yeah, I know that, he's the fuckin' law." Merle grunted as he gestured at Shane. "And so's he, but he's kinda' prone to leave people to die, handcuffed to a fuckin' rooftop." He groused as Rick strode up.
"We were told Fort Benning had fallen." Shane spoke before Rick could take over the conversation.
"It did, we got here and cleaned it out, but we're not planning on staying, we're headed to Washington D.C."
"Smart, best place for survival what with the government there and all." Rick says as he shakes Abraham's hand as well.
Shane's heart aches as he realises he and Rick will more than likely be parting ways. Rubbing it absently, he leans on Daryl a little, feeling his heated body lean back, letting him know he was there.
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Later that evening, he and Daryl are settling down in the room they've been assigned. They're not sharing with anyone else as the place isn't crowded. Abraham's girl Rosita hadn't done anything more than raise her eyebrows and nod when Daryl said he'd be sharing with Shane who had agreed equably.
"Be good to sleep in a bed again, even a cot." Daryl says as he stretches. They've pushed them together and managed to find some double sheets. With their sleeping bags on top, it was actually comfortable.
"Yeah, I like our camp bed though. It's real comfortable." Shane muttered as he folded his arms across his naked abdomen. His pectoral muscles flex as he watches Daryl stretch his legs out and then bring them up, one at a time to wrap his arm around them as he stretches more thoroughly. "Sittin' too long?" He questioned.
"Yeah, used to bein' on my feet all the time." Daryl sat up, folding his body over, putting his forehead to his knees, his arms reaching past his toes. Shane's eyebrows rose at his flexibility. "What do you think 'bout D.C.?" He asked Shane as he sat back up and cracked his neck before stretching his arms.
Swallowing his suddenly dry throat, Shane ran a palm down his stomach, cupping his stirring cock. "Not sure, we should maybe give it a go, but I reserve the right to suggest Cainville again. Trouble with D.C. is that they're not gonna have any real idea of what the world is like now an' we're gonna' know nothin' but reality, 'specially after trekkin' across the damn country to get there. Darlin' you're makin' my cock hard."
A hot palm comes down to rest on his hip, making him moan a little in surprise. Daryl turns to look at him over his shoulder, his tattoos gleaming in the low light of the room on his other shoulder. They look like they're grinning at him with the same fey, sly look that Daryl slants over his shoulder, mouth half-cocked in a smirk.
Shane's control begins to unravel with that look.
Daryl's hand strokes Shane's hip, making him flinch before he slides it to Shane's cock, his callused fingers sliding up and down it lovingly. Their time on the road had left little room for exploring each other sexually, Daryl was content to wait until he and Shane could be together, he still wasn't subject to hard-on's the way Shane was. So much of his life had been lead without sex factoring in that he still never thought to factor it in unless Shane broached it.
Which was fine with Shane. Yes, he realised it was selfish, but it was a turn on for him to know that no other person alive had seen Daryl as he'd seen Daryl. At his most vulnerable during orgasm. He liked being Daryl's one and only in every sexual way. He was hoarding Daryl he knew, keeping him to himself, he'd kill anyone who tried to get between them without a second thought.
More heat, this time breath over his now straining cock. Shane watches, fighting to keep himself under control as Daryl scents him, almost like an animal. He inhales, holds his breath with his eyes closed, before he exhales on a soft gust of breath that stirs Shane's nest of dark pubic hair.
It was long, curling tightly now, as he hadn't bothered to keep trimming it once society had gone to shit. Fingers quest through it gently, further testing his control as his cock jerks and releases pre-come even as Shane fists his hands above his head, clenching them around the bars of the cot.
Mind screaming to keep it together as Daryl begins to mouth at his cock and balls gently. Too gently really, but at the same time the tenderness almost undoes Shane, winding through his thready control to almost shore him up.
Let go, a little voice tells him in his mind, Daryl will catch you. Ignoring it, muscles straining from his fingers down his arms and shoulders, all the way through his back and down to his toes, Shane holds on with all his might.
Trying not to let himself get broken by Daryl. Trying not to break Daryl.
"Daryl." His voice is strained, broken as he flexes his buttocks, pushing his hips up, trying to catch his cock somewhere near, anywhere near Daryl's warm mouth. And Shane's control shatters as a sob breaks free.
"Hey." Daryl is off his cock despite Shane's protest and up, pulling Shane to him as he kneels beside him, pulling Shane up, his face finding the nook between Daryl's neck and shoulder as if it had a homing beacon. He shudders as another sob breaks free.
"Fuck, fuck fuck!" He curses even as he holds Daryl tighter, shudders wracking his frame. Coughing a little, he tries to calm himself down unsuccessfully. It's only when he feels Daryl's rough palm begin to stroke his back that he calms, settling down slowly, heartbeat by heartbeat.
A while later, Shane leans back, letting Daryl prop the pillows behind him so he's leaning on the wall. Daryl moves and sits with his legs crossed watching Shane carefully, his hand resting on Shane, one on his thigh, the other holding a hand.
"What the fuck just happened to me?" Shane asked hoarsely. It was a rhetorical question. Both of them knew Shane had needed the release. "I'm…missing Mac again." He says quietly.
"Figured. You ain't mentioned him for a bit."
"I wanted to hurt you just now Daryl. That ain't right." Shane tried to pull himself back physically but Daryl wasn't having it.
"How? How'd you wanna' hurt me?" He asked as his hand on Shane's thigh tightened, painfully tightened, making Shane shift at his automatic response in the form of his flaccid cock stirring to life again.
"No, it don't matter. It was, it was wrong. You ain't Mac, I ain't the same with you as I was with him." Shane says, closing himself off. He looks up, ready to battle if Daryl protests.
But he doesn't. He continues to sit and hold Shane, his fingers bruisingly tight on Shane's thigh, his other hand, clasping his fingers, firm but not tight. His head was tilted to the side, his eyes at half-mast as he eyed Shane consideringly.
"What?" Shane asks with a stubborn tilt of his own head.
"Nothin', if you don't wanna talk, I ain't gonna force you." Daryl leans forward slowly, giving Shane the opportunity to pull away if he wanted to. Shane held himself still, giving in to the voice that had spoken to him before, telling him to let go, to let Daryl catch him.
"Thanks." His answer is but a whisper of sound as Daryl's lips brush over his. Heat again, heat Shane was beginning to rely on, to need. Even in the sheer boiling temperatures of summer that was only now just waning, he needed Daryl's heat.
Hovering over Shane's mouth, Daryl's blue eyes lock on his, still somehow fey, though he's not smiling now. Not until Shane's own eyes narrow at Daryl, does he lean that final inch and kiss Shane again.
Kissing he'd gotten good at on the road. They'd spent their nights together just kissing, learning each other's mouths, what they liked and disliked in regard to touch and pressure. Their lips were almost permanently chapped from the nights they'd kiss each other senseless, Shane grinding on Daryl who occasionally reciprocated. But not usually. He didn't always get hard, but Shane was learning that he still enjoyed their kissing. Eager to learn how to pleasure Shane, Daryl soaked up every touch, every kiss and returned it tenfold.
Shane knew that Daryl was happy to be there for him. But while he wasn't a nice guy in general, one thing he wasn't, was a selfish lover. He wanted to give back to Daryl, he needed to give back to Daryl. So he let Daryl kiss him, responding, but not engaging further. Needing to let Daryl take over, control what he did to Shane tonight. That would give Daryl pleasure he knew, and Shane would learn more about Daryl.
The one thing he hadn't anticipated was Daryl being able to take him apart so damn easily. With breath and heat, he'd taken Shane apart and was now going to put him back together. And Shane thought he was bringing Daryl to life? You're so fucking stupid. His voice whispered in his mind as Shane let his eyes drift closed as Daryl's tentative mouth made his way down Shane's neck.
He felt Daryl's saliva cooling on his skin and arched without thought, pushing his pectoral muscle into Daryl's tongue, moaning now as Daryl traced his tongue over Shane's old tattoo, copying the words, leaving more wet trails on his skin.
Fire burned in Shane's veins. His hands, back on the cot, tightened even further, the metal of the cot groaning in protest. His throat threatened to close up on him altogether as his eyes burned. He'd never, never been treated with such love.
And as the word echoed in his brain, reverberating around and around like a mustang running around a corral looking for a way out, an anguished sound finally escaped when Daryl's warm mouth enveloped the head of his cock, taking him in. Loving on him.
Loving him.
Shane Walsh, fuck-up and sociopath. Holding himself together with spit and baling wire as he opened his eyes each day, wondering deep down if this was the day he was going to finally go full on balls to the wall crazy and follow Mac to the beyond wherever the fuck that was.
He was loved by Daryl Dixon, inbred hillbilly. Whether words had been exchanged or not, he knew it was true. And god help Daryl, but he loved him right back.
"Fuck me!" Shane's words are garbled as his wet, weeping eyes open, staring down into Daryl's startled ones as he stops sucking on Shane and looks up at him.
Time froze as Daryl looked at Shane, seeing beyond the surface as he always did. Seeing beyond what Shane portrayed to the world. No one, no one before had ever been able to just look at Shane and see him without running for the hills.
Instead, the man crouched between his thighs just looking for long minutes before nodding once and leaving Shane on the cot, trembling in anticipation as he rooted through their backpack containing the small amount of toiletries they still had between them.
Pulling out the massage oil that they'd used on each other at the farm, Daryl opened it as he walked the few steps back to the bed, letting it dribble over an index finger.
"Two, I ain't fragile." Shane snapped as he spread his legs in wanton need.
"I know you ain't. But I ain't your Mac, I ain't gonna fuckin' hurt you." Daryl returned, voice slow and even as he knelt between Shane's legs and dribbled some more oil directly on Shane's pulsing hole.
Desperate for Daryl to truly own him, Shane bore down and pushed the moment he felt Daryl's rough index finger at his rosette. He swore, low and painful even as he clenched down in protest when Daryl went to withdraw. "No Daryl. Fuck!" He opened, looked up at Daryl. Knew he had to explain even as he knew he would fuck it up. "I need you…inside. You own me, I need you to mark me…show me you own me." Yes, he'd fucked that up, his words garbled, he didn't even make sense to himself.
"Okay. But I still ain't gonna hurt you and I'll stop if I think I am. You got that?" The last sentence, the question, has Daryl's tone firming right up, sounding almost mean.
"Yes, just…please Daryl, please." Shane was begging, loud and past caring if people heard. "I need…" He trailed off as two fingers pushed inside him.
"I know. Tell me what to do though, you gotta tell me what to do." Looking back at Daryl as he leans up, one hand coming to rest on the cot beside Shane's shoulder as he keeps his other hand down between Shane's legs, his two fingers fully inside but not moving. "Shane?" Daryl stopped everything, hovering his body over Shane as he waited for his answer.
Forcing himself to be still and his mind to work so he could articulate for Daryl, Shane swallowed a few times, then a few more times when Daryl leaned down and kissed his Adam's apple, his tongue laving it gently.
"You gotta stretch my asshole. Spread your fingers inside me…" Shane trailed off as he felt Daryl's fingers begin to spread inside him. "Yeah, like that, fuck you feel so good Darlin'." Shane hissed as he felt a finger brush over his prostate.
"What's that, did that hurt?" Daryl's words have Shane shaking his head urgently.
"Prostate, like, fuck…male clitoris." He didn't know whether he made sense, but when Daryl's middle finger prodded it again, he must have. "Fuck!" He cursed again, knew he did.
"Shoulda' told me 'bout this when I had my fingers in your ass before." Daryl's muttered complaint seems to be more for show as he bends his freshly cropped but now fully dark head over Shane's cock and sucks his head in.
Holding on for dear life, Shane writhes on Daryl's spreading fingers. "More." He's begging again and doesn't care as a third finger pushes inside him. Their roughness felt so good on his inner walls. Pained pleasure. "Fuck me now Daryl, please." He begged again, spreading his legs as far apart as he could, pushing his hips up as Daryl continued to slowly finger fuck him.
"'K." Daryl says simply as he pulls his fingers out and lines up his cock.
"Oil…more." Shane rasps as he looks at Daryl's beautiful cock. It was hard which he was thankful for, but not dripping, not like he was. "Your cock…should be slick too." He finally manages to explain when he sees Daryl's raised eyebrow. Words are getting harder as his mind begins to go offline, his skin tingling in pleasure, as if he's receiving little electrical shocks across its surface.
"Huh, okay." Daryl says as he picks up the oil again, letting some drop down on his cock, smearing it around with the fingers he pulls from Shane's protesting hole. Then he looks back up, eyebrow raised again, asking Shane without words – as he's so often wont to do these days – whether he needed more. When Shane nodded, Daryl put more on.
Then, he capped the bottle carefully and set it aside. Lining himself up, he moved his knees, pushing them apart, spreading Shane's thighs, stretching his muscles, making him work for Daryl's cock in a way he'd never expected.
But… "FuckingJesusChrist." He swore as he felt his asshole stretch around Daryl's thick cock. He was pushing, strong and firm into Shane's hole, no pauses for Shane to get used to his size and adjust to having a cock up his ass again. "Slower…" He trailed off on a moan as Daryl finally bottomed out inside him.
"Shane?" Daryl asked as he leaned forward, bracing his palms flat on either side of Shane's shoulders now, eyes open, watching carefully as he worked his hips a little. More trying to get himself comfortable. Shane thought that without registering that he was thinking, his mind focused on Daryl's cock in his ass, his ass being stretched wide by a cock again.
When Daryl says Shane's name again, he comes back to himself, settling into his body with an almost visceral reaction of aroused desire. Everything felt open, raw and torn. Scratched and abraded beyond measure.
Daryl was inside him. Daryl was going to fuck him, take him over, pull him apart and put him back together. Whole. He'd be whole again.
"Daryl." Shane couldn't say anything more, but as always, Daryl understood. He nodded once, short and sharp as he did, then he bit his bottom lip as he closed his eyes and pulled his hips back a little. "Daryl." Shane keened when Daryl's cock pulled back, pulling almost all the way out before easing back in, slow and steady. Methodical. Man was learning himself as well as Shane.
Opening his eyes, Shane's greenish-hazel caught Daryl's burning blue and he opened his everything to Daryl. Because Daryl was his everything. Daryl saw him and still loved him and wanted to be with him. Daryl knew he wasn't right but accepted him anyway.
Letting go of the metal of the cots headboard, Shane brought his aching hands down, clasping them around Daryl's wide shoulders. "Daryl." He said again as he let Daryl see all of him, let Daryl's love wash over him and make him clean again.
"Shane?" Daryl asked as he found a rhythm that he seemed to like, his hips stuttering a little when Shane couldn't help himself from flexing his inner muscles lovingly around Daryl as his cock throbbed inside him.
"Hmm, you feel so good Darlin'." Shane said as he raised up, mouth opening in invitation for Daryl to kiss him.
And he did. Soft and gentle, breath rasping between them when they drew back, then Daryl dipped his head down again. This time kissing Shane's cheekbone before sliding his lips down to Shane's neck where he suckled gently. "Daryl." Shane said again as he felt Daryl's tongue on his skin and his cock, deep and throbbing inside him.
When Daryl moves a hand to skate down Shane's side, fingers whispering over the words carved into his skin, Shane's heart expands. Not letting go of Mac, but making room for Daryl even as his balls draw tight to his body and his cock releases, coating both their stomachs as a sob finally tears free of Shane.
Jerking back, Daryl's eyes widen as he sees the tears pooling in Shane's eyes again. "Fuck, I knew…" Before he can pull out of Shane though, Shane winds both his arms and legs around Daryl, clinging to him, he chokes out words as he feels Daryl's cock soften inside him.
"No! No, I'm fine. Don't you fuckin' move!" He gathered his wits, trying to put words in his brain as he holds Daryl tightly. "Okay." Finally able to take a breath through everything. Shane began to speak. "I'm gonna let you go and we're gonna sit here with each other nice an' calm an' you're gonna' listen to what I say and not go anywhere or say anythin' until I'm finished." He hugged Daryl tightly one more time and then slowly let him go.
Pushing away, Daryl looked at him searchingly before he nodded and sat back, crossing his legs and waiting as Shane pulled himself up and got settled. Mirroring Daryl, Shane crossed his legs and then took Daryl's hands in his own.
Looking up and into his blue eyes, now full of doubt and worry because Shane couldn't keep his fucking tears at bay, Shane tried to find words to explain. In the end it was blindingly simple.
"I cried like a fuckin' girl because I realised that I love you." Daryl blinked at him.
They stare at each other for a few minutes, Shane waiting for Daryl's reaction and Daryl seemingly memorising Shane's features.
"I didn't hurt you? S'not like I know what I'm doin'." Shane shakes his head. "Okay, okay then." Daryl heaves a sigh and a frown wrinkles Shane's brow. Just as he opens his mouth though Daryl speaks again. "Love you too you fuckin' girl."
"You son of a bitch." Shane said as he leaned forward and took Daryl's mouth in a punishing kiss, his tongue swiping unapologetically under Daryl's to stroke at his webbing, making him jerk and whine a little into Shane's mouth. "Should smack your ass for makin' me think you didn't love me back even though I knew you did." He said when he pulled away.
Daryl's half-smirk came out to play as he let one of Shane's hands go and stroked it through some come on his chest before pulling it up to his mouth.
"You didn't come." Shane realised as he looked down at Daryl's cock, it wasn't fully soft, still tumescent, but nowhere near hard either.
"M'good, I wasn't gonna' anyway I don't think, too nervous and shit." Nodding, Shane licked on Daryl's fingers when he offered them up, suckling his own come off them on a slight moan.
"I want you to come in me one day soon Daryl. I wanna' feel you slidin' outta' my ass, wanna' play with it an' share it with you." Shane could feel his words thickening as he thought of Daryl playing with his come as it dripped out of his ass. He wanted that so badly.
"Dirty fucker." Daryl muttered as he continued to clean up Shane's come with his fingers. Licking them clean and sharing it with Shane as well.
When he's finished, he looks at Shane from under his eyelashes, a look Shane realises isn't from shyness, but simply a patented Daryl Dixon look that he gave no one else.
And Shane greedily soaked up every one of them. "I could maybe do that tomorrow night…" Daryl pulled back and stretched a little, arching his back, making Shane salivate he as he saw Daryl's nipples were pert and erect, begging for Shane's attention. "If you suck my cock like you said you would before we left that damn farm."
Tuning back into Daryl's words, Shane acts immediately. Pushing forward, his hands palming and pushing on Daryl's shoulders so he lowers back down onto the cot, Shane hovering over him now. "I could do that Darlin'." Shane murmurs as he looks around to where Daryl has left the massage oil.
Leaning over and grabbing it, he settles back down, one hand arranging Daryl's legs, spreading them so Shane could move in between them. Once settled, he leans back over and grabs up his dirty t-shirt and a bottle of water. Grinning at Daryl, Shane wets his shirt down and cleans off Daryl's cock making him flush. "Don't be stupid. 'S my shit I'm cleanin'." He says bluntly.
"What?" Daryl jerked upright.
"Easy now. Just cleanin' your cock up. You were in my ass you know." Shane grinned as Daryl realised what he was doing. He pulled back a little when Daryl frowned. "Daryl…Darlin' it don't bother me none. I gotta' be honest, me an' Mac weren't exactly clean when we were together. It's kinda' part an' parcel of fuckin' an asshole you know? Be the same for you if I ever fuck you." Shane finished cleaning Daryl and sat back, waiting for him to come to a decision. He knew Daryl was thinking about whether he should allow Shane to suck him off right here and now.
"Shane…" Daryl scrubbed a hand over his face. The one that had had its fingers in Shane's ass not long ago. Daryl sniffed it and looked back at Shane who sat patiently watching him. "You gotta' talk to me about this shit…fuck, no joke intended neither. I don't know nothin', you gotta' help me out. Otherwise I ain't equal and that don't set right with me."
From the tensing of Daryl's shoulders, Shane could see him getting ready to turn Shane away for the night. So he leaned forward, kissing Daryl even as he pushed him back again. "I will, tomorrow. Can't say I know too much myself, but I'll tell you what I do know. Weren't like I was lookin' for another man in my life before or after Mac you know? You kinda' surprised me Darlin'."
Pulling back, Shane waits for Daryl to consider his words. His response comes in that single, short sharp nod that he favours when he doesn't have words and Shane allows himself to relax and smile again. "Then lie back for me and let me play some. I've been lookin' forward to gettin' my mouth around your pretty cock since your first time I really saw it in the study." He said as he picked up the massage oil again. He sees the flash of disappointment in Daryl's eyes as he thinks he's going to jerk him off instead and grins wider.
Moving up Daryl's body, Shane kisses him gently, his lips lingering at one side, the side that usually quirks upward in that half-assed smirk that should be patented to one Daryl Dixon and no one else. Nosing down Daryl's cheek, he kisses as he goes, leaving a warm, moist trail in his wake.
Kissing along Daryl's shoulder, he laves his tongue over that wide, square joint, remembering the comments he'd overheard the women make when they'd still been back at the quarry and he'd been on guard duty as they washed. Shane grinned to himself, Daryl did have sexy shoulders, coat hanger shoulders Jacqui had called them, wide, square and sexy as hell. Made to make any item of clothing he wore look damn good.
Inhaling deeply at Daryl's armpit now, Shane ignored his wincing hiss that he wasn't wearing any deodorant. "'M not either. You don't mind." He says in a whisper as he flicks his tongue across a tight nipple, eliciting a slight jerk from Daryl that makes him smile as he continues kissing down Daryl's torso until he reaches his goal.
Tumescent again, not hard, but not soft. Daryl's cock looked plump, Shane thought. Plump and ready to be sucked. Shane could feel saliva pooling in his mouth at the thought of finally getting to suck Daryl off. Barring their door being knocked clean down, he wasn't stopping this now for anyone or anything.
Embarrassing Daryl again, Shane inhaled once more as his face hovered over Daryl's cock, before he gives into his desire and opens his mouth, taking just that pretty plump head inside his wet mouth. Closing his eyes for a second, Shane moaned as he tasted Daryl for the first time, direct from the source as he ran his tongue around the sensitive head of Daryl's cock.
Pulling off for a moment, he opened his eyes and looked up Daryl's heaving chest to catch his eyes and make sure Daryl was okay. "You okay Darlin'?" A slow blink of blue eyes followed by that single, sharp nod that Shane found himself mirroring before he put his mouth back to work and took Daryl in again.
Heat, and firming flesh. Shane moans around Daryl's cock as it firms in his mouth. His hands move, caressing Daryl's bristly thighs before they slide up and push them apart further as they glide gently through the hair that protected Daryl's hole from Shane. Leaving one hand questing through the softer hair there, Shane picks up the massage oil as his jaw opens and he sucks more of Daryl in.
Opening the massage oil, he pours some over his fingers as they press gently on Daryl's hole. Closing it off, he returns both hands to Daryl's ass and begins to tease his hole as his mouth simply sucks on Daryl's hardening cock. "Shane." Daryl murmured as his legs moved further apart restlessly.
Pulling off Daryl's cock, Shane looked up. "You okay?" He asked as he stopped moving.
"Yeah, I just feel…weird." Daryl finally decided on, a flush crawling up his body made Shane realise he was getting embarrassed.
"Darlin', do you think you won't come?" Daryl closed his eyes for a moment and then nodded twice as he opened them and looked back at Shane. "Well, okay then. How about I get my fingers inside and find your spot and see if that helps?"
Watching as Daryl thought and chewed on his lip. Shane resisted the urge to push by pressing his fingers inside Daryl. "Daryl, I'll stop if you want me to, but I want you to feel yourself first for me okay?" Shane saw Daryl frown. "Give me your hand." Shane took Daryl's hand as he put it out immediately. "Okay, I'm gonna put your fingers on your hole, I want you to feel it, it's nice and slippery yeah?" He asked as he helped Daryl rub two fingers over his own hole.
"Yeah, feels…yeah." Daryl answered him after a couple of minutes.
"Good, do you remember back at the farm when you were at my ass? How tight I was when you first started playin' with me?" Daryl nodded. "Well you don't feel like that Darlin' an' I'm thinkin' you don't because your body is wantin' to be played with, touched and sucked and fucked. Not tonight." Shane forestalled Daryl's rising eyebrows. "But, your body is ready Darlin'. It's your mind that ain't. And that's okay. I'll stop." Shane did stop, pulling his fingers away and picking up his t-shirt again to wipe the excess oil off. "I got all the time in the world where you're concerned Daryl Dixon." He said with a smile as he tossed the shirt down and got up to put the oil back in their toiletry bag.
Back at the cot, he goes to lie down only to be stopped by Daryl. "Shane, get your fuckin' mouth around my cock but stay away from my ass. Both together is freakin' me the fuck out at the moment. But I been dreamin' 'bout your mouth on my cock ever since we left the farm. I want that." Daryl looked up at Shane standing dumfounded in front of him. "Now." His word echoed in the small room, seeming to reverberate around until it was battering Shane's senses, his own cock jerking and beginning to fill again when it had remained sated and flaccid ever since his own orgasm.
Blinking bemusedly at his Daryl, Shane looked down his body with relish. "Sure thing Darlin'." He said as he took his place between Daryl's still spread legs again.
Obeying his love.
And his lover.