(Rickyl) You Started It!!

What happens in the mesh hall, stays in the mesh hall (3)

It had been a long time since he had slept that well, he blamed the pillow and bed, although they weren't the comfiest, they were by far the comfiest he had since this apocalypse began.

As he got up and got dressed all he could do was reminisce about the events on what happened yesterday and he couldn't help but blush by what he pictured in his mind.

He decided to take the long route to the mesh hall and pass by the showers, he knew it was stupid of him to check in there for Daryl but he could not resist.

Feeling disappointed that the hunter was no where to be seen he headed straight down to hall, a little on edge with the fact that he hadn't bumped into a single person yet, why was it so quiet?

Walking through the doors to the mesh hall he was surprised to only come across a certain redneck who was cleaning his arrows up of blood and dirt, whom looked up with surprise, "Bloody al Rick, ya slept the day away, are you ill?" He asked, looking concerned.

"What do you mean? What time is it?" He asked confused.

"It's about 7ish I think, are ya ok?".

Wow the whole day, really?? He had only just noticed how dark it was, surprised with himself that he didn't jump to that conclusion when he woke up because it was always really bright out first thing in the morning... he wondered what made him sleep all day??

"Earth ta Rick, Hey!!" Daryl said as he waved a hand in front of his face snapping him out of his thoughts and wondering when the redneck had closed the gap between them.

He tried to move but his body was frozen in place, all he could concentrate on was the soft blue eyes of the redneck that were suddenly mere inches away from his face.

The next thing he knew well felt were the other's mans warm lips on his own, pulling himself out of his daze he pressed back into the kiss savouring the taste before they broke apart.

"I knew that would make ya snap out of it" Daryl said with a smirk as he took a step back.

"Sorry I don't know what's wrong with me today" he replied, missing the close distance.

"I think ya are still tired" he answered back, before closing the gap between them once more and whispered into his ear "why don't I help ya wake up hmm?".

Before Rick could reply Daryl had pushed him back against the table and began kissing him with more fervour, placing one hand against his jaw and the other hand started undoing his shirt.

Rick gave as good as he got, kissing back he began to rub his hands up and down Daryl's arm and squeezing his biceps, he attempted to unbutton the rednecks shirt too but he was stopped when the cold air brushed against his chest making his nipples stand up.

"Ya like that don't you Sheriff" Daryl said sarcastically.

He decided not to answer, at that very moment he wanted nothing more than the other man's hands on him, he didn't want a conversation so he pulled him into a kiss to silence any other noise.

It didn't seem to take Daryl long at all to get down to business, within minutes Rick's belt and trousers were undone and his underwear was becoming noticeably damper.

As Rick looked down he more so felt than saw the redneck take his length into his mouth, rubbing his tongue all over and his lips savouring every inch all the way down to the hilt.

He knew from last time that he would not last long because the next thing coming out of his mouth was "Oh god..." and without further explanation Daryl seemed to understand and began to speed up his administrations.

Not even a minute later he came undone, silencing his scream by biting on his hand whilst Daryl drank him all in, stroking him through his orgasm.

All that could be heard in the hall was the sound of their heavy breaths, Rick pulled up his trousers before slumping against the table, looking towards Daryl as the other man did the same.

"Fuck me, that was some...thing" Daryl said a little breathless.

Rick was about to comment when he noticed Daryl shift uncomfortably, as he looked down he noticed the bulge in the other man's trousers, why the hell not he thought.

Pushing himself away from the table he stood face to face with the other man before lowering himself to a crouch, he began to undo the belt and zipper of his jeans, noticing Daryl never wore underwear.

Rick looked up with a surprised expression on his face noticing the redneck looking down at him with a wanting look, not giving him any chance to speak he took the whole of Daryl's length into his mouth.

Although it made him gag a little at first (it was his first time of course) he soon got into a rhythm and commenced to copy Daryl's imitations to what he had received.

He knew he was doing something right when all he could hear was the other man's groans and the hand he had in his hair tightened.

Within a minute Daryl came all into his mouth, attempting to swallow it all he drank as much as he could of the sour liquid, even though some of it accidentally leaked down his chin.

Wiping his mouth, he looked up to see the redneck looking down at him with an animalistic look, "Fuck" Daryl murmured and was soon on him knocking him to the floor and kissing him harshly, both of their arousals soon came around again.

Rick was in absolute bliss, the pair couldn't keep their hands of each other, Daryl had managed to worm his way back into his underwear and began to intrude in a place he thought no one would go.

He stiffened slightly but with Daryl kissing him and thrusting up against him he relaxed slightly, feeling the intrusion even more so as more fingers were implied.

Clothes were being taken off again and the kissing and other motions intensified, Rick thought he would be nervous about 'going all the way' but right now he couldn't care less.

Until he heard the noise of someone walking down the stairs, it was like a switch had been turned off on the pair of them as they both got up and redressed themselves..again.

Of all the people it was Glenn who came through the door scratching his head he looked up in surprise "Oh hey guys I didn't know anyone was up, hey Rick have you caught up on your sleep now?".

"Hey Glenn, I'm all caught up thanks, what are you doing up?" Rick asked as he went over to kitchen area to grab a drink.

"I just needed a drink, didn't think anyone else was up" he replied.

"Well here you go" he passed Glenn a drink before taking a long gulp out of his, which he definitely needed.

As soon as Glenn said his goodbyes and made his way back up to his cell Rick had turned around to face Daryl who had managed to creep up on him, so now they stood yet again face to face.

"Are ya ok Rick, I didn't hurt ya did I?" he asked concerned.

"No I'm all good thanks, just feeling really tired all of a sudden" he replied around a yawn.

"Ok then, let's go to bed... our own beds" Daryl said after Rick had lifted his eyebrows up at that statement.

"Spoil sport" he replied jokingly as he walked towards the door.

They both headed up the stairs ever so quietly, Rick was about to enter his cell when he stopped by the door, although their cells were a few apart it made him feel a little lonely at the distance.

He must have made it obvious at his discomfort because Daryl was next to him again, pulling him in for a kiss, which was short yet sweet, it seemed to hold a greater meaning.

As they pulled apart the redneck whispered a goodnight to him before disappearing into his cell, with a smile he walked into his cell and climb onto his bed, as soon as his head hit that pillow he was out like a light.