Author's Note: Okay so this is my first gay fanfic, so don't goo too hard on me.
Rick was always slow to anger, he found it better to use your brain rather than your words when it came to disputes; a trait that was both admirable and maddening to those around him. When he was mad, he'd usually just hold it in until he found a way to end whatever issue he was angry about.
In this case, however, he'd found no resolution.
Lori had often wished that he'd just break down and yell at her, break things, push them over, just something to show that he gave a damn. Even now, he was silent in his anger. He hadn't spoken to her in days, but he couldn't hide those cold stares that cut her to pieces.
She hated it, but refused to be the first to say anything about the cloak or why it had been placed on the bed. She was always the first one to speak, so if he wanted silence then she'd finally give it to him. But what was so infuriating about it all was that he was content in the absence of discussion. It didn't bother him in the least.
He'd go out each day; to where, she didn't know, and stay out all day, leaving her in their mansion with nothing to do. One day she'd ventured out and told Shane of the cloak and Rick's behavior, to which he became alarmingly serious.
"He was here the other night," he told her.
"What did he say?" she asked, assuming he'd come to speak to his best friend.
"He didn't come to see me," her face dropped as her anger began to practically boil inside her veins, "he was with Daryl."
"What, he was sleeping with him?"
"No, they were playing hide and go seek around a brothel," he said with sarcasm coating his words, "yes, they were sleeping together. The fire interrupted it, though."
"Good," she said, the gears in her head turning, "then I can still pull him back in. It'll take a while, but we can move past this." Shane's eyes stared coldly back at her before he straightened himself up and escorted her to the door of his room.
"Maybe you should take some time and figure out if you actually want to 'pull him back in'." he looked out the door away from her.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You came here for a reason, Lori. Rick did, too." With that, Lori stomped out and hadn't been back since.
For Lori, that brothel was the eye of the storm, but for Rick it seemed to be his refuge.
The first night it reopened, he decided to take Merle up on his offer after all. And Rick was glad he did.
Daryl led Rick up to his room once again, and closed the door after him. In the end, neither one remembered who had made the first move, it hardly mattered.
After a heated kiss that lasted only moments, the two fell back against the bed. Rick landed on his back with Daryl coating his neck in a mixture of kisses and bites from his spot above him. Rick made quick work of Daryl's shirt as Daryl's mouth continued its work on his skin. Daryl's hand cupped Rick through his jeans and began to rub him at a torturingly slow pace. He picked up the pace when Rick mumbled a curse under his breath.
Daryl let go of Rick's neck only to claim his lips in a deep kiss as the friction became almost unbearable, for both of them. Rick relieved himself of his own shirt and went to work on Daryl's pants when Daryl leaned back a bit and stared down at Rick as his fingers pushed his jeans down over his hips.
All of a sudden, Daryl pushed off of the bed and walked over to his dresser, where he quickly pulled out a drawer and took something from it.
A moment later, he turned and tossed a condom pack that landed on Rick's abs. Rick picked it up and just held it. He looked back to Daryl, who pushed the rest of his jeans off and ripped open a wrapper of his own.
Rick watched from his spot propped up on his elbows as the other man rolled the condom over his well sized cock and rubbed it a couple times as he made his way back to the bed. Rick hadn't moved an inch, and had kept the condom in his fingers.
Daryl came to the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees between Rick's legs. His fingers curled under the hem of Rick's jeans and tugged a bit. Rick realized his intention and raised his hips so that Daryl could slip them down and off. Grateful to be freed from his jeans tight confines, Rick's member sprang forward, hard and ready.
Daryl's hands gripped Rick's thighs in a firm grasp and he slowly leaned forward. When Daryl skipped over his cock, Rick nearly let out a disappointed sigh. Daryl continued to lean forward so that his face came just short of Rick's. He looked in his icy blue eyes for a brief moment before reaching over and sliding the condom from between Rick's fingers.
A moment later, Daryl was back between Rick's legs. Rick watched intently as the other man brought the wrapper to his lips and tore it open with his teeth. The two made eye contact for a brief moment as Daryl rolled the cool rubber over him and stroked him.
Rick closed his eyes and let himself relax.
Daryl was anything but relaxed, he'd never been with a man before, and he was making it up as he went.
Daryl pushed himself back onto the bed above Rick, who laid back and let Daryl take the lead, justifying it by assuming he'd done this dozens of times before, given his profession.
Daryl's lips ghosted over Rick's as his mind raced of how to make this work. "Flip over," he said, leaning back out again to allow Rick the room to move.
Rick hesitated, but did as Daryl said, mostly because he was so out of his comfort zone it was almost comical. Almost.
Daryl just stared down at Rick as he laid down on the bed. Daryl's hand came under Rick's stomach and motioned him to lift himself up.
Once Rick was positioned up on his arms, Daryl used his knee to nudge Rick's legs further apart. Rick was slow to respond and obviously hesitant.
Daryl inched closer to Rick until the shaft of his member brushed up against Rick's entrance. Reaching around him, Daryl wrapped his hand around his customer's cock, stroking it just as he had before; slow and teasing.
After a few good strokes Rick's breath was growing heavier, and his muscles rippled subtly beneath his skin as he moved with Daryl's hand.
When he was sure Rick was halfway there, Daryl released him, leaving Rick with heavy breath and a frustrated grunt.
Daryl lined himself up, and he eased himself in.
The muscles in Rick's thighs locked up, and his head fell forward as he let out a noise that was halfway between a moan and a gasp.
A growl sounded in Daryl's throat as he began to move inside Rick, whose muscles were far too rigid. And he was far too tight for this to last long, unless Daryl got him to relax.
As Daryl picked up his pace, he leaned over Rick's back, biting the man's neck again as he reached around him and reclaimed his member in his grip. In no time, Rick was moving with him again, and his muscles relaxed, allowing Daryl some breathing room.
Rick's sounds drove Daryl on as he moved in him back and forth. Usually he just went through the motions while on the job, but this….this was different. His senses, nerves, movements, everything was heightened; it was new and foreign and strange, here he was, fucking this man two different ways at the same time. Just the thought of the man's blue eyes beneath him as they rolled back in his head was enough to end him right there.
Daryl felt Rick's body grow rigid once more beneath him and he slowed the pace of his hand as he finished. Rick's muscles squeezed him tightly and forced him to his own climax.
When it was done, Daryl withdrew from him and stood as he slipped his used condom off and tied it at the end.
Sometimes Daryl would be unlucky enough to end up with women who wanted to 'cuddle' after sex. While cuddling might be all well and good with your boyfriend or wife or whatever, this was a brothel, you came for sex, not love.
When Rick hesitated to move, Daryl was almost afraid that Rick had expected something more after that. Luckily, moments later Rick moved off the bed as Daryl tossed his condom into the trash and slipped his jeans back on.
Minutes later, both were fully dressed once more, though silence was still bare in the room. Neither knew what to say and so neither said anything. Before Rick opened the door and left, the two shared one quick glance that ended too soon on both accounts.
The next morning started as any other, with all the housemates gathered around the table, talking of last night's events as they ate their omelets that Shane had thankfully not cooked. It was Glenn's turn to cook today and after spending a night sans governor, he was all too pleased to do so. He even whistled a happy tune as they cooked.
"So how was it last night, Daryl?" Shane asked with a laugh in his voice. Daryl stabbed at his omelet.
"How was what, dumbass?" he said.
"Aw, c'mon now, man, Merle said you had a fella comin' in," he said. Daryl ignored him until he added, "Were you top or bottom?" He asked.
Daryl bit his lip on accident just thinking about it. "Top," he said, trying to cover up the fact that he had bitten himself at thought of Rick below him.
"Yes!" Tyreese shouted as Shane sighed and pulled out his wallet, "Pay up!"
Shane pulled out a 20 and handed it over the table. Daryl narrowed his eyes at Shane, "Nothin' personal, man, I just thought you'd go bottom." Daryl licked the blood from the inside of his mouth as he looked over at Tyreese.
"You look like shit," he said. Tyreese looked up at him and his smile fell away.
"Haven't been able to sleep much," he said as he picked his fork back up, "there's just something so….unnatural. It ain't right to sleep in a room with that many dicks, man." All the housemates laughed at Tyreese's obvious discomfort, all except Dale.
"What's wrong with you, man?" Shane asked.
Dale looked up and around the table until he got to Glenn. His eyes grew dark under his bushy eyebrows and Glenn looked back with complete understanding.
Dale snapped out of it and stared down at the table as he spoke, "The uh, the governor," he began, "made me put a sack over my head," his voice began to shake, "and moan…and moan as he..." he trailed off.
Every housemate either smothered themselves with their napkins or with their hands to keep from laughing.
When they'd regained themselves, Shane leaned over and patted the old man's shoulder soothingly.
"Fuck you, Dale." He said as he burst out in a fit of laughter.
Author's Note: I realllyy need to stop screwing with Dale, poor guy.