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“Looks like we’re gonna have to stay here.” Rick said as he looked around the small motel, it had three rooms and they grouped with six.
Daryl sighed, he was gonna have to share a bed with someone. “Okay, Rick, I’ll go with you.” Daryl said as he swung his crossbow over his shoulder.
“Nuh-uh, I’m sleeping with Michonne.” Rick replied with a chuckle, holding his girlfriend’s hand. Daryl rolled his eyes and sighed yet again.
“I’ll make the teams, Carol and Ezekiel, will you manage?” Rick asked them. Ezekiel nodded. “Yea, sure.” he replied.
“And there goes my second choice.” Daryl thought, crossing his arms, knowing he was gonna have to sleep with someone he in fact did not like.
Rick continued making pairs and Daryl watched as all his choices left with each other until one person was left, and he thought he could cry at the person Rick paired him with. “Jesus, Daryl, you take room 2. We’ll be right next to you.” Rick said and Daryl let his head hang down as he grunted in response and angrily stomped off to room 2, Rick and Michonne going into room 1 next to them. Paul walked in after him, almost getting hit by the door as Daryl had thrown it into his face.
“Look, I know you consider us ‘enemies’ but it’s just one night, stop being such a baby.” Paul sneered at him as he put his bag down and sat down on the bed, starting to take off his shoes. Daryl sat down on the other side, starting to unbutton his shirt and kicking off his shoes.
Jesus looked at him over his shoulder and regretted his statement, he wanted to order Daryl to sleep on the floor instead of in the bed with him. Paul put his beanie on the nightstand and stood up again, taking off his leather jacket and hanging it in the closet. He unbuttoned his white blouse and shrugged it off, hanging it in the closet too.
“What are ya doin'?” Daryl asked, the judgement in his tone visible.
“Making sure my clothes don’t crease.” He answered, his voice annoyed and monotoned.
Paul started unbuttoning his jeans and glanced over his shoulder, seeing Daryl standing and shrugging off his own jeans, revealing a pair of grey boxers that reached about midway his thighs. Paul knew he probably stared a little longer than necessary, but he continued pulling off his own jeans anyway. He pulled his socks off with them and left those on the floor, walking over to the bed and pulling the sheets up, getting in and wrapping them around himself.
He sighed pleasantly, but then the sheets got harshly pulled off of him again, leaving him in the cold. He grabbed them and pulled them over himself again but yet again, they got pulled back again. “You can’t take the whole blanket, dick!” Paul said as he sat up in the bed. “You keep pullin’ it offa me!” Daryl exclaimed, also sitting up.
Then Paul realized, “Fuck, the blanket’s too small.” He said his thoughts out loud. Daryl groaned and fell back into the pillow, “Like I didn’t notice.” He grumbled as he scooted closer to the middle of the bed. “We don’ have ta cuddle, I jus' want ta be warm for the rest o' the night.”
Paul was speechless but scooted over to the middle too, Daryl had pulled the blanket over his lower half and turned his back on him. He rolled his eyes and pulled the blanket over his own shoulder, looking at the tattoos on Daryl’s back but then he noticed the nasty lines.
They were huge. He could see them traced all over his back, they looked pristine white in the moonlight and suddenly Paul got the urge to reach out and touch. So that’s what he did, he reached out and softly traced over one on his shoulder blade with his index finger and middle finger. He could feel Daryl stiffen up under his touch, “don' fuckin' touch me.” Daryl snarled.
Paul quickly pulled his hand back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ He stammered out, abruptly ashamed of the sudden affection he was showing his mortal enemy.
“Yea ya did.” Daryl growled, staring right out in front of him. Paul felt bad, feeling the man's energy go from bad to worse. He put a hand on Daryl’s shoulder. “Daryl?” He whispered, worry in his voice.
Daryl looked at him, brows pulled together, an angry look on his face. He turned onto his back to give Paul a chance to explain himself. “I didn't know.” Paul said softly, a little rushed but his voice was still gentle. "s fine, jus' go to sleep." Daryl draped his arm over his eyes, laying back with a sigh. He relaxed into his pillow, starting to try to fall asleep.
He felt Paul lay down too, but the man kept getting closer. Daryl was unsure if he was doing it on purpose, or if he was just rolling down the mattress because of Daryl's weight. Somewhere near the middle of the night after they'd both fallen into a light sleep, Jesus turned around. His hand rested on Daryl's steadily rising chest, head on his arm.
Daryl opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling of the dark room. He wondered if Paul was awake, trying to listen to his breathing pattern to guess, but it was quiet as a mouse. He was definitely awake, glancing down at Paul's head on his bicep. He could make out Paul's face, but couldn't see if his eyes were open or not. He shifted a little, freezing when he felt his boner tenting his boxers.
Fuck, no. No, no no no no, not right now.
Daryl felt Paul hitch his leg up, around Daryl's thigh, dangerously close to his boner. Daryl tried to move Paul's leg, but just ended up with his hand on Paul's thigh. His skin was burning, so hot, but Daryl couldn't get himself to pull his hand away. Paul shifted again, pressing closer to Daryl. Daryl felt something hard press against his hip, immediately knowing Paul was hard too.
This was his moment, was he gonna do it? He moved a bit so their noses were almost touching and softly pressed his lips against Paul’s, they felt so soft and to his surprise, Paul immediately started kissing him back. Paul flipped over so he was straddling Daryl’s hips, deepening the kiss. Daryl twisted his head slightly to the side and Paul twisted his to the other, to his disbelief he could feel Paul’s tongue swiping across his bottom lip and licking into his mouth. He let out a soft whimper and met his tongue with Paul’s and it felt like heaven. Paul let out a soft moan that went straight to his dick, Daryl pulled back and panted, just taking in the sight of him.
His long hair was sticking to his face and his breath was coming out in small huffs, visible in the impossibly cold room. His pupils were blown wide and his eyes looked warm and welcoming. He glanced down and noticed the tent in his own boxers and in Paul’s white ones, the head being visible through the material because of the pre-cum stain. Paul looked down too and his whole face turned red when he noticed.
“Don’ be embarrassed.” Daryl chuckled, holding his face as he kissed him again and turned them around so he was hovering above Paul. Daryl looked down at Paul’s bulge again and slowly traced his hand down, he glanced up and saw Paul watching his hand too with his bottom lip between his teeth.
He slowly slipped his hand inside the white (now see-through) boxers and cupped Paul’s dick in his hand, hearing Paul moan loudly he quickly put a hand over his mouth. “Ssh, ssh shh, the others are gonna hear. Be quiet for me, sweetheart,” Daryl whispered into his ear.
He could hear and feel Paul whimper against his hand as he started slowly jerking his cock, twisting his wrist when he reached the tip. Paul was panting against his hand and whimpering loudly, Daryl chuckled lowly against his neck and he felt Paul’s dick twitch in his palm. At a particularly hard tug Paul cried out loudly, whimpering and whining Daryl’s name, but it was muffled by his hand.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, “You alright in there?” Rick’s voice sounded from behind the worn piece of wood. “Yea he's aight, jus' dreamin’.” Daryl replied for him. “Wake him up if it gets any worse, get some sleep,” Rick said before he heard the footsteps departing and going back into the room next to them.
Daryl looked back at Paul and Paul looked horrified, scared even. Daryl started silently laughing.
Paul pulled Daryl’s hand off of his mouth. “Dick! I’ll kick you out of the bed!” He whisper yelled at him with a frown on his face. “Unlike you with your voyeurism kink I don’t want to be walked in on by a family member.”
He sneered at him and turned his head away, but Daryl kept laughing. “Sweetheart come on, don’t be mad.” Daryl whispered and leaned down, starting to kiss and lick at his neck, when he sucked a little harder and then licked over it Paul whimpered again, “Ya like that huh?” Daryl asked him huskily with a smirk on his face.
Paul nodded. “Use yer words, baby,” Daryl leaned back on his heels, taking his boxers off and pulling off Paul’s too. He pulled his legs up and removed the piece of cloth. Keeping Paul’s legs over his shoulders he leaned forward and kissed Paul again, feeling his own erection graze over Paul’s and he groaned into his mouth. He started kissing down Paul’s body, licking over both his nipples and then tracing his tongue over his stomach, down to his abdomen and through the trail of hair leading to his dick.
He licked over his cock a view times just to hear Paul’s loud whimpers but then he trailed his tongue down over his balls and licked around his rim. Paul almost screamed with how loud he was when Daryl dipped his tongue in, licking inside of him in all the best places. Daryl pulled away and Paul whined, wiggling his hips closer to Daryl and Daryl chuckled. “Be quiet, they’re gonna hear us!” He spoke into Paul’s thigh, looking up at him before he dived back in and Paul was a little quieter than before but was still moaning and whimpering.
His thighs were trembling and he squeezed them together around Daryl’s head, Daryl pulled away to stop himself from getting suffocated and replaced his tongue with a finger and Paul moaned out at the feeling. “Just fuck me, please Daryl, I want you inside of me,” Paul whined.
Daryl looked up at him, his eyebrows knitting together. Paul could almost hear his thoughts, “It won’t hurt, I can take it.” Paul gasped.
“If you say so.” Daryl grunted and got up to his knees, lining himself up with the small, unstretched hole. Paul could feel the head against his ass and it sent nerves through him, “Daryl come on, just do it.” He whispered, pulling Daryl down and kissing him.
Daryl kissed him back and reached down pressing his cock against the pucker until it gave and he let out a shaky moan into Paul’s mouth. Paul dug his nails into Daryl’s back, swearing loudly. The burn was bordering on agony and it made butterflies flutter in his stomach. The fact Daryl was doing this to him made his cock twitch.
“Can I? Please let me-“ Daryl stammered, letting out soft moans at the feeling of Paul around him. Paul nodded, “Yes.” And immediately after he said that Daryl started pushing in all the way, letting out a low moan in Paul’s ear. Paul loved him being so vocal since he usually really wasn’t.
“You can go faster.” Paul said and turned Daryl’s head so he could kiss him again. Daryl started setting a brutal pace that made Paul cry out. Then Daryl stopped and he shifted on his knees, starting to slamming into him, right into his prostate and Paul screamed in pleasure. “Yes, daddy- fu-u-uck!” His voice got choppy by Daryl slamming the air out of him. Daryl smirked at the nickname but didn’t comment on it, letting Paul feel how much he liked it.
“Ride me.” Daryl said, panting as he turned them around and grabbed onto Paul’s hips with a bruising grip. Paul was still catching his breath when he dragged himself up and down on Daryl’s cock, moaning and whimpering.
His eyes were squeezed shut as he held onto his own pecs, Daryl sat up and took one of his nipples into his mouth, sucking on it and slapping at Paul's ass. The lewd noise of the wetness of their bodies moving into each other and slapping against the other filled the room. Paul put his hands on Daryl’s shoulders, digging his nails in as his pace started getting more frantic.
Daryl pulled out of him and Paul whined at the loss but Daryl growled in response and manhandled him onto his hands and knees as he slammed back into him, bruising his hips once again. He could feel Paul tighten around him, “Ya gonna cum for me baby? Hm? Ya gonna cum around yer daddy’s dick?” He grunted into Paul’s ear, leaning over his back and sucking hickeys onto his shoulders and neck.
Paul nodded wildly, “Yes- yes please let me cum daddy.” Daryl chuckled at his begging. “Ya think ya deserve to cum, have ya been good?” He asked Paul, licking over his ear shell. “Yes daddy- so good for you.” Paul stammered out with another pile of random phrases about how hot Daryl was and how he liked it when Daryl got mad at him, and especially when he swore at him, how he liked it when Daryl degraded him but how much more he liked to be praised by him.
Daryl leaned back on his knees and started pulling Paul back into his thrusts, pounding into him. He grabbed onto his hair and made a make shift ponytail, arching Paul's back as he pulled on it. “Yer so hot like this,” Daryl said, pulling Paul into his thrusts by his hair. He reached down and started jerking Paul off at an inhumane pace.
Paul screamed at the sensation, “I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum.” He whined and before Daryl could reply, Paul was shooting his load all over Daryl’s fist. “Good boy, cum for daddy.” Daryl said as he continued milking Paul’s oversensitive cock. Paul started prying Daryl’s hand off his flaccid cock, but Daryl continued touching him and it made his legs quiver and his arms gave out, he sprawled over the bed, ass up and Daryl keeping it that way with his hand on his hip. Daryl was rutting into Paul with short thrusts, barely pulling out before he pushed back in.
“Turn around.” Daryl said, pulling Paul off his cock and manhandling him onto his back.
Paul was blushing, his cheeks and chest a shade of red. Daryl shoved himself back in and took Paul’s not-erect-anymore cock in hand again and started pumping the oversensitive thing up and down, Paul tried closing his legs as he whined and quivered under him, the pleasure bordering on pain.
“Please- please.” He grunted out as his back arched and his eyes rolled back, Daryl starting to move inside of him and fuck straight against his prostate. After a few more strokes Paul was hard again and Daryl chuckled.
“You can do one more.” Paul let out a throaty groan and shook his head. “Please no.” Daryl leaned forward, kissing his neck and sucking hickeys onto the skin. “Ya can do it, come on, be a good boy.” He said as he started pumping Paul’s cock as fast as he could, slamming into him and soon Paul shot a smaller load all over himself.
“Get up, I want to cum on your face.” Daryl breathed huskily and Paul got off the bed, settling on his knees in front of it as Daryl sat down on the edge of the bed, starting to jerk himself off. Paul opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, ready to catch it. Daryl moaned lowly and soon his load was shooting out all over Paul’s face, a large squirt over his nose and forehead, the rest landing on his cheek and lips. Daryl pulled him up by his hair and kissed him, licking the cum off his lips then meeting his tongue with Paul’s.
They cleaned up together with some old towels and a water bottle in the room’s small bathroom, Paul walked out to go to sleep first, wincing with every step and he waddled a little. Daryl looked at him and started laughing. “What’s wrong, Jesus?”
Paul glared at him and got into bed, snuggling up under the blanket. Daryl walked over to him and pulled his boxers back on before laying down in the bed too, wrapping Paul up into his arms. Paul nuzzled into his chest and was fast asleep the moment he laid his head down on Daryl’s bicep. They both tuckered off into a peaceful sleep, exhausted.
- the next morning:) -
“I’m not gonna wait any longer.” Rick said, sounding extremely annoyed and he pounded his fist on the door again. “HEY!” When there came no answer again he burst into the room, seeing both men still sound asleep, cuddled up.
The blanket covering Daryl just below his ass and the blanket draped over Paul’s hip, showing off the top of his ass crack. “Good lord.” Rick said as he leaned on one hip and rubbed his forehead. “GET UP!” He shouted at the two, standing at the end of the bed.
Daryl flew up from his sleep, waking up Paul in the process. “What the fuck?” he said groggily, sitting up, his hair a mess from last night’s activities. “I’ve been banging at the fucking door for about two hours now.” He said, glancing at his watch. “We need to leave, get up.” He said, his voice raising. “And put on some fucking pants.” He sneered before he walked out again, slamming the door behind him.
The two quickly got dressed and grabbed their stuff, walking into the hallway. “Sorry we were- tired.” Paul said, rubbing his eyes and trying to walk normally as he made his way over to the group standing in the hallway. Carl looked at Daryl with a mischievous smirk.
“What you lookin’ at, kid?” Daryl said, leaning against the other wall of the hallway, Carl leaning against the wall in front of him. “Be quiet, they’re gonna hear us.” Carl said in a high pitched voice, starting to giggle after. “Just fuck me Daryl, I want you inside of me!” Enid laughed.
“Stop that you two.” Michonne said when she noticed Daryl’s horrified gaze at the two teens and Jesus standing there with his jaw gaping. “Alright, let’s go.” Rick said, walking around some corner, wherever he came from, he signed for everyone to follow him and everyone went back to the cars, getting ready to start their drive home again, but with lots of teasing and laughter.