Chapter 21: You're The Weight Beneath My Sin
Rick stood under the spray of warm water in his shower, his head tilted forward so that the water would hit his neck and shoulders. It had been a long day and he was still tense, and the tizzy he and Daryl had worked themselves into before dinner hadn't helped him any. He needed the release that hadn't come.
But he wasn't about to go pestering Daryl for sex after everything else that had happened today, regardless of how willing he had seemed earlier. Rick would feel like he was taking advantage of the redneck's confused and vulnerable position, and he couldn't do that to someone he loved. So he would take care of himself tonight, and if his thoughts strayed to all the naughty things he wanted to do to Daryl while he finished his business, well Rick would be the only one to know.
Rick lifted his head slightly, letting the water cascade over his mussed hair and slack face, opening his mouth to catch some before spitting it out again. It helped refresh him, helped clear his head, and suddenly gave him the fantasy he needed to get hard instantly.
He gripped his cock in his right hand, his other braced against the shower wall, and began to slowly knead himself with his thumb and forefinger, working from base to tip and back again.
In his mind Daryl was in the shower with him, both of them soaking wet with water and well-earned sweat. Daryl was the one touching him, working him, making him pant with want. Daryl was leaning up to kiss him, and God if he didn't look just so fucking sexy with that long hair plastered against his forehead and cheeks and his eyes dark as a raging storm while he did so. Those perfectly lush lips connected with his, and he whimpered over just that simple touch.
A groan escaped Rick's lips as he cupped his length in his palm, his squeeze firm as he began to pump his hand up and down at a medium pace. He wanted to savor this beautiful fantasy for as long as he possibly could, and self-control was the key to making that happen.
And perhaps Rick's imagination was entirely too vivid, or perhaps, and this is the more likely explanation, Daryl heard Rick's grunts, groans, and whimpers and decided to join him. Because suddenly Daryl was behind Rick, pressed flush against him, one hand roughly gripping the detective's hip while the other covered his eager hand and pried it away from his throbbing member. Rick whimpered again, more than excited over his fantasy coming true, and then let out a low moan as Daryl's fingers wrapped around him.
Daryl's fingers were magic, massaging Rick as his palm moved up and down, creating the perfect amount of friction. Rick moaned again, starting to slowly thrust into Daryl's hand. As he worked Rick, Daryl leaned his head forward, his teeth and lips latching onto the junction between Rick's neck and shoulder. The redneck nibbled and sucked at the skin, setting Rick to moaning a hell of a lot louder than before.
Daryl wanted so badly to move up just a little bit and ravage Rick's perfect throat, but he knew Rick wouldn't be able to cover that up around work. So he would keep that particular desire for a better time, one when they were both more comfortable about being open about their relationship, and in the meantime he would make the rest of Rick's body pay for his delayed interests.
Daryl began to squeeze Rick's cock just that much more firmly, began to speed up his pumping to match Rick's frantic gasps of breath. His nails dug roughly into the other man's hip to pull him as close as possible, Daryl's own hard cock resting right between Rick's legs and driving them both a little more wild with desire.
Rick was so close now, and he continued to thrust into Daryl's hand, trying to feel Daryl's touch everywhere at once. He leaned his head back, managing to bump the top of Daryl's head with his skull, making them both chuckle. But then the pleasure took over again, and that chuckle was replaced with a ragged moan. Rick, needing to touch the redneck in some way, reached a hand back and gripped those locks of hair he adored so much, gripped them tightly and wound his fingers through them.
Rick's tugging at his hair caused Daryl to bite down on the man's shoulder just that much harder, and warm droplets of blood fell over his tongue and bottom lip.
Tasting Rick that way was so intense, and Daryl eagerly sucked at the wound he had created to catch every drop of the spilled scarlet. Sure it was a little weird, but Rick wasn't protesting it; in fact, Rick was beginning to gasp and moan in that tell-tale way he had that said he was close to coming. There were sounds coming out of Rick that he didn't even know he could make, his fingers gripping Daryl's hair even tighter, as he finally found his release.
Rick came hard, damn near screaming as he spurted over the shower wall and Daryl's fingers. His breathing was shallow and ragged as he came down from the high, his fingers slowly unwinding themselves from the other man's hair, his hand falling back to his side as he began to catch his breath.
Rick turned, needing to see his love, needing to see him the way he had pictured him in that earlier fantasy. He gripped Daryl's shoulders gently, pulling him under the spray; the water instantly flooded Daryl's hair and face, soaking it until it was plastered to his skin, just the way Rick had imagine. Rick's hands moved up from Daryl's shoulders, sliding over his throat to cup his jaw, and then he leaned forward, capturing Daryl's lips with his own. Daryl immediately responded, his mouth molding itself to Rick's as his tongue darted forward, searching desperately for the detective's.
Rick touched his tongue to Daryl's, letting Daryl take over from there. And Daryl handled the reins well; he twirled his tongue over Rick's, rubbing them together, their lips moving in perfect synchronization. Daryl wrapped both arms around Rick's waist, one hand sliding up to trace the dips and curves of Rick's back while the other roughly gripped Rick's supple ass-cheek.
Suddenly Rick's back was against the shower wall and both of Daryl's hands were on his ass, one spreading him open while the other traced a finger around his entrance, teasing him. He groaned into Daryl's mouth, and Daryl obliged him by pushing that finger in slowly, allowing Rick all the time he needed to adjust. Once Daryl was sure that Rick had gotten used the one finger he added another, and after a few more minutes a third.
Rick was practically salivating over Daryl now, groans of impatience and hunger emanating from his throat and vibrating against Daryl's lips. Daryl, eager to get the show on the road himself, pulled back from Rick's luscious mouth and turned him to face the wall, roughly shoving him up against it to get a better aim at Rick's ass.
Daryl held his cock in place as he slowly pushed into Rick, giving them both plenty of time to warm up to the feeling. Once he was fully in he stayed that way for a moment, catching his breath and building the anticipation.
And then Daryl wrapped one arm around Rick's waist, the other coming to rest against the man's chest and pull them flush against each other, and began to thrust into Rick. Daryl's head fell to Rick's other shoulder, aiming to do the same damage to this one as he had done to the other. He ravaged Rick's skin, bringing blood once more, driving them both insane with their newfound fetish.
As Daryl thrust into Rick, anything but gentle and slow, Rick realized that Daryl hadn't come to make him feel good, Daryl had come to make himself feel good. Daryl needed to have the upper hand, needed to be in control, because it would help him remember that he still held control over his life. After everything that had happened with Merle in the recent months, after everything Daryl had suffered before that, he needed to just grab Rick tightly and fuck him like there was no tomorrow, fuck him with the passion of a thousand burning stars, make them both remember who they belonged to.
That's why Daryl had jerked Rick off beforehand; with Rick's orgasm out of the way Daryl was free to focus on his own, and could just let himself go without having to worry about anything else. And Rick respected that immensely; he would gladly let Daryl ravage him until he found his own release, and he'd thank the redneck while he did it.
So that's what Rick did. He moaned, he gasped, he cursed affectionately, and above all he cried Daryl's name. And Daryl responded beautifully. Daryl brought his hands down, digging his nails into the flesh of Rick's hips, pulling Rick back as he thrust forward, his mouth still biting and sucking on the skin around Rick's shoulders and upper-back.
Rick's blood flowed from the skin Daryl continued to break open, but the pain heightened his every sensation, made his skin tingle and made the pleasure that much greater. And damn if Rick didn't beg Daryl to bite down even harder, to fuck him even harder, more than a few times.
Daryl came inside Rick, his teeth sinking into Rick's shoulder-blade with a wonderful sort of agony as his fingers dug bruises into Rick's hips, and Rick cried out as he came for the second time that night, even without the assistance of his own touch or Daryl's.
Rick slumped against the wall as Daryl pulled out, both of them panting. Daryl touched Rick's shoulders gently, his fingers trailing over the marks he had made.
Rick turned back to face Daryl and kissed him once more, sweetly this time, both of their needs thus far satiated.