Glenn
It's a whirlwind when we get to the FBI office. I'm interviewed by six people, two at a time, and have to tell my story over and over then give an official statement. After that I'm left alone in a room for three hours but Daryl comes in to see how I'm doing. He tells me I did good by going along with him on the wrong room thing with the pizza. He brings sandwiches later and stays to eat with me. I'm sure he was assigned to babysit me and is probably missing out on important stuff because of it but if so he's being very nice about it and not letting any resentment show.
When we first met I assumed he was straight, as I always do. Less disappointment that way. About halfway through the evening there's a tickle in the back of my mind - and maybe a tingle farther down - that makes me wonder. By the end of the evening I think it's definitely possible that Daryl Dixon is gay. How can I tell? It's not something I can explain because you had to be there and experience our interaction. I'm not sure anyway, it's just a feeling. Or maybe wishful thinking.
I don't know how to describe why I'm so attracted except to say that Daryl is just right. Everything about him is exactly the way it should be so that I can't imagine anything different. I'm 23 and I've had three partners, a boy when I was 17, a girl a year later and another guy a couple of years after that. I know I'm gay. I suppose you could say I'm bi since I performed fine with the girl but it's not my preference and I can't see myself sleeping with a woman again. I can't see myself sleeping with a lot of men either. I don't want a gay buffet. The last few years I've wanted to meet someone and know he's the one. And now I have but I always expected he would know I was the one, too. And even though I suspect Daryl is also gay, there's been no indication that he thinks I'm gay or would care if I was.
It's late when he takes me to a small room with bed and bath and hands me a duffel bag. Someone must have raided my apartment because it's filled with my own clothes, underwear and toiletries. I wonder if the room is bugged for audio or visual or both. I'm afraid it might be so I masturbate silently in the shower in the dark. Surely they don't have an infrared camera in the bathroom.
Daryl
Glenn isn't as young as you first thought, early 20s instead of a teenager. At headquarters he's interrogated like he's a suspect instead of a valuable asset. Something is going on above your pay grade. They stick the kid in a room while the Special Agent in Charge goes to an offsite meeting. You aren't invited but you don't bother to be pissed off because that shit goes on a lot. SAC returns with a duffel bag that he gives to you to pass on to Glenn.
You check on him a few times and take in some food. You can't help yourself. There's something about him. You're gay but don't fall for every guy you meet. In fact, you're almost 30 and have never really fallen. Hooked up a few times but that's not the same thing and you haven't done it for years. You don't want to fuck a bunch of nameless, faceless guys. In your line that would be a bad idea anyway. You know right away that you like this kid but you don't assume every guy you like the look of is gay. Unless you're actively shopping it's hard to tell. But by the time you say goodnight you're pretty sure Glenn and you are on the same team.
Nothing can come of this chance meeting anyway. Glenn is a witness, a scared young man grateful to you for intervening in what could have been a dire situation. You wouldn't take advantage of that even if you thought he was willing. Keep it professional. This will be over soon or at least your part will be.
It's late and with an early meeting scheduled it doesn't seem worth going home. You've got a locker with everything needed for overnight so you take a room down the hall from Glenn. You can't get to sleep because this kid is getting into your head. To be accurate, the idea of getting into his pants is messing with your head. And since you snooped through his duffel before giving it to him you know what the pants look like and you can imagine those thin stretchy briefs hugging his hips and outlining his package.
The next morning you're hard which isn't unusual but it doesn't go away after pissing. Pounding one out in the shower while thinking about Glenn's straight shiny black hair and smooth pale gold skin is the only way you're going to be able to control your body around him the rest of the day.
At the meeting SAC announces that the witness will be bait in order to blow the operation open instead of waiting on more surveillance. You don't disagree with the plan, it's been done before, but this time the witness is Glenn. You can't even help protect him because that guy in the doorway saw you. And since you've 'established a rapport with the witness', SAC wants you to tell Glenn and get him to agree.
Which Glenn does, quicker than he should have. He doesn't even ask questions, just says he'll do whatever you want. But he looks worried when he finds out you can't be at the safe house with him. So you tell him you'll make special arrangements. You go to the SAC and insist on setting up the safe house your way. Then you call in a favor.