Trying to Make It Right

Surviving the Night: Part Two

Warnings: SEX. SEX between MEN. If you don't like it, or are in a location where reading such things are not advisable currently then click the back button now. You have been warned.

        Rick gasped as he was pushed onto his bedding because he wasn't expecting the playful shove Daryl had given him almost as soon as he had unzipped the tent door. He chuckled under his breath then watched as Daryl climbed into the tent and zipped it closed behind him. Once they were shut off from the outside world his Hunter's eyes found his and the other man smirked as he crawled over to him in a smooth motion designed to draw his lover's eyes to him. Rick watched the other man's approach, his heart pounding at the sight and his mouth drying at the promise painted over his lover's face as he watched his reaction closely.

         Oh boy, he was in for it tonight, if what he could read on Daryl face was anything to go by. He looked aroused, but there was also a sort of desperation in his eyes- like he couldn't believe that this was real still and he needed to prove it to himself. The hunter chuckled as he settled next to him on the bedding, rubbing one hand over the cop's arm in a gentle, teasing motion, but not making a move to do anything else.

      As the light, soothing touch continued Rick felt himself relaxing into the bedding and the touch. The day had been quite hectic, and even though the prospect of enjoying his lovers attention sexually all night was appealing to Rick, a chance to calm down and enjoy the non sexual side of their relationship was also nice to have. There was no need to rush when they weren't expecting anything to happen or anyone to barge in right this second after all. Daryl smirked at him knowingly as Rick shifted closer to him.

        The hunter just continued stroking his arm, and somehow his touch felt as intimate as their romp in the RV had been, more so even because there was no urgency in this interaction. This casual relaxation and simple enjoyment of one another was something that they wouldn't see a lot of in the coming weeks or months even, not until they retook and set up shop in the Prison that is. Neither man felt the need hurry onto the sexual portion of tonight since their RV encounter had taken the edge off that need for now at least.

        Rick leaned over and kissed his lover, threading one of his hands through the other mans lighter hair as he did, shivering as he was rolled onto his back and Daryl fitted his body on top of his. The hunter managed to not break the kiss, or put too much weight on him as he shifted their position, making his lover grin into the gentle kiss. He pulled away, gently nipping Rick's bottom lip before looking at him softly, love and happiness seeming to radiate from him as he did so.

        "We ain't gonna take this fast tonight Darling, promise ya that. I got ya all to myself for the first time since ya got back, all the ducklings are out there and accounted for and if something goes bad with the injured ones they know what ta do cause Merle's right there with 'um. That means I get ta map you out and drive ya insane as much as I want ta cause yer Doctor friend laid down the law with the others about ya needing yer rest. And you bet yer pretty ass that I'm gonna take my time with ya, even if I'm pretty sure the Doc didn't quite mean this when he told me ta make sure you got plenty of rest and relaxation before morning." Daryl purred, his eyes glinting with mischief and arousal. Rick groaned, his head spinning already from the blood rushing south due to the words being spoken and the tone that they were said in.

        "Don't ya dare jinx us by thinking nothing can go wrong now Daryl. Ya know better than ta do that by now don't ya?" Rick couldn't resist teasing with a grin. His lover chuckled, brushing a thumb over his cheek, before shifting so he was on his knees in between Rick's legs. The cop raised an eyebrow at his lover, wondering what he was planning to do next, although he shouldn't have. When Daryl started unbuttoning his shirt Rick naturally tried helping him only to have his hands swatted away and his lover smirk at him.