Glenn lay at the edge of the bunk on his side facing Daryl. He was naked and erect and the rosy tip of his cock almost poked Daryl in the nose. Daryl's mouth opened in surprise at the same time that Glenn's eyes opened. Glenn was the one to say what both were thinking. "One of us could move two inches or we could each move one inch."

They both moved.

Daryl had his first taste of Glenn – salty, sweet, bitter, spicy. One hand went to Glenn's nipples and the other cupped his hip, fingers digging into buttocks. Then he had a better idea so he swiped his middle finger over his own leaking cock and pushed it into Glenn, feeling for that spot … right there. Glenn was moaning and convulsing, hands gripping Daryl's head, hips bucking into his mouth. Then his whole body relaxed as his cock softened and slipped from Daryl's mouth. They remained like that for a minute, Glenn on the bed and Daryl hanging onto it because he didn't trust his legs yet, just from feeling Glenn come.

Glenn sat up and swung his legs off the bunk. Daryl had pushed his boxers down when he fingered his cock and his erection was straining up. Glenn began rubbing it between his feet like it was a stick to make fire. Daryl's face was pressed to Glenn's thighs but Glenn pulled his head up and leaned down to kiss him. Daryl's last thought before he exploded was that he wasn't going to be able to give this up after all.

The room smelled of sex and male musk. Daryl opened a window then lifted Glenn from the top bunk, dropped him on the bottom and followed him down. Daryl had never before been so comfortable after sex. He'd had five partners and sure, he'd been relaxed later but it hadn't felt easy like this.

"What happened last night?" Glenn asked. "Did I embarrass you with my lovesick gushing?"

"I didn't know that's what it was. I thought you were willing to show your appreciation for what I did at the motel and getting Merle to watch you. I didn't want to take advantage. I didn't want a thank-you fuck."

"That's honorable, Daryl. What changed your mind?"

"I forgot my noble intentions when you stuck your dick in my face."

"Thank god. If you had walked away I would have wondered if you were really gay. Or even human." Glenn paused. "But why was it so hard for you to think I might be interested, not just grateful? You must have men and women falling over you."

"Not hardly."

"I don't believe it. If you couldn't tell I was hot for you, I can't trust your judgment."

"Maybe you have to be paying attention to notice. I haven't been looking."

"I have but I didn't see anything I liked until recently."

"You really mean that? You could probably have your pick of all those frat boys."

"Odds are not that many are gay. Plus they tend to date other Greek houses and I never joined a fraternity. I haven't been with anyone for two years."

"It's three years for me."

"That explains why we didn't last very long."

"We'll take our time next time." Daryl hesitated. "Is there going to be a next time?"

"Are you kidding? Next time would be in five minutes if we didn't have to get up soon."

Daryl sighed. "Yeah. Not a good idea to be late for a meeting between the FBI and ATF. We don't ordinarily play well together."

"What about the DEA?"

"None of the alphabet agencies get along unless there's a joint task force and we have to fake it for a press conference."

"That's strange. Because I get along with you and Merle. You better than Merle of course."

Daryl's eyes narrowed as he took in the implication. He jumped out of bed and glared at Glenn. "You little fucker! You're DEA?"

"Don't be like this, Daryl."

"The DEA hijacked our operation!"

"We would have been brought in anyway. You thought the merchandise being passed was intelligence. We got a tip that drugs were involved, not data."

"I thought it was a huge coincidence that they used pizza delivery and you happened to show up at the wrong place at the right time. But hell, that's why it's called coincidence. Who was going to rescue you if I hadn't jumped in?"

"My handler."

Daryl thought for a moment. "Good-looking blonde woman two doors down who closed the door as we went by."

"Yeah."

"Female handler is unusual."

"They probably think I'll get distracted around a man. Speaking of which, are you going to stand there with your cock out of reach? It's cold. I'll warm you up."

Daryl glanced down. He hadn't noticed the morning chill until now. Shrinkage. He got back in bed. "You couldn't tell me right away so I wouldn't feel like a dumb fuck when I found out?"

"You didn't tell me Merle was ATF and your brother."

"I thought you were a civilian."

"I was undercover. We both had reasons not to tell. Are we okay?"

"Yeah." Glenn's ass was against Daryl's groin and he was already having trouble remembering why he was mad.

"Good. Because there's something else you should know. I'll take whatever you want to give but I hope it's more not less."

"Me, too. But are you sure? I'm almost 30 but you're only 23."

"Then I must be the settling down type because I've wanted this for years. But I didn't know who I wanted it with until now."

There was a thump on the door and Merle called out, "We're burnin' daylight, Daryl. We gotta get Glenn to that meeting with our bosses in two hours."

"I bet Glenn's boss will be there, too," Daryl replied.

"Huh?" Merle sounded confused.

"I'm sleeping with the enemy," Daryl said. "Glenn is DEA."

The door crashed open. "The fuck you say?"

Glenn grinned. "Looks like you were fooled, too. Or I'm just good at my job," he added modestly.

"You little shit," Merle said admiringly. He became aware of tangled limbs covered only by a sheet. He backed out of the room and closed the door. "You got 20 minutes to shower and dress if you want breakfast."

"Hope you don't mind that I didn't taste your cock yet," Glenn said. "But I wanted your mouth that first time."

"Something to look forward to," Daryl replied. "Besides, I've never had a better foot rub."

Merle and Daryl talked while Glenn showered.

"Is this just a fling or do you and Mrs. Jones have a real thing goin' on?" Merle asked Daryl.

"Could turn into something. And he's more like Mrs. Robinson with the seducing."

"You tell him about the rest of your life?"

"Not yet."

"Better not wait too long."

"I know. Pretty soon."