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Daryl hadn't meant to eavesdrop on Rick's... private time. Really, he hadn't. Living cooped up with each other in the prison as they did, each member of their group had learned to politely ignore any suspicious noises coming from behind closed doors or from around secluded corners. If you wanted to be able to look your people in the eye over oatmeal at breakfast without bursting into flames, you simply pretended sexy times did not exist.
It was just... as a hunter with years of experience, Daryl was naturally light-footed. He regularly startled the crap out of anyone who mistakenly thought they were alone in a common area, and Maggie and Carol had more than once threatened to put a bell on him. So Rick just hadn't heard him approach, and, thinking he was still alone, had made no effort to stifle his moans.
And Daryl, well... as he'd neared the rooftop access and heard the first hint of a sigh, he'd stopped in his tracks. Slightly annoyed (the roof was his domain, dammit!), he'd nevertheless started to turn around, intending to leave. But then he'd realized that it was Rick doing the sighing. Rick, their leader. His best friend. The man Daryl thought of when he was lying awake at night, furiously jerking off and then guiltily wiping his come on the sheets afterwards. So he'd stopped. Turned back. Maybe stepped a little bit closer to the door that was slightly ajar, as if Rick had been in such a hurry to relieve himself that he'd forgotten to check.
And now here he was: pressing his ear against the gap in the door, and holding his breath so he could hear every sound Rick made on the other side of it. Every moan, every soft groan, every grunt. And... oh god, Rick was a talker. Believing himself to be completely alone, Rick clearly indulged himself and narrated his little fantasy.
Daryl stopped himself from swallowing too loudly, lest he miss even one little sound. "Fuck, yeah..." he heard Rick whisper. "You're gonna take my dick, aren't you? Yeah, you are. Every inch, until I've stuffed you full of it. And you're gonna love it."
Daryl was concentrating so hard he was frowning. Jesus, Rick was a filthy fucker! Who knew he had such a dirty mouth? The words lit a fire in Daryl's belly, and he rubbed a hand over his cock, which was slowly hardening in his jeans. He felt a little guilty; here he was, getting off on his unsuspecting friend having a wank. But the noises Rick was making, the words he was saying, they made him so fucking horny!
"Quit your whining," Rick growled. "It's happening, and that's that. Gonna use that hole until I'm done with it. Nothing you can do about it except take it."
At those words, Daryl's hand stilled between his legs. That sounded a bit... aggressive. Not at all like how he had expected Rick to talk to a bedpartner, if Daryl was honest. Rick was a caring man, always making sure everyone in the group got what they needed. Even at the expense of his own needs. Daryl had assumed that that behavior would carry over into the bedroom. He'd imagined Rick whispering gentle words of encouragement during sex, not... this.
"That's it." The sound of skin on slick skin filtered through the gap, followed by more decadent moaning. "Here we go. Uhh... fuck, you're so tight! Open up, come on. No use in struggling, darlin', that dick's going in. Your begging's gonna stop me none!"
It might not have been what he'd expected and his mind didn't really know yet how he felt about it, but Rick's words sure did things to Daryl's body. His hand resumed rubbing his aching cock, and he had to bite his lips to stifle the moan threatening to escape his mouth.
On the other side of the door, Rick shifted, the slick noises taking on a distinct rhythm. He groaned again. "Yeah, that's it... all the way, take it! Take it, good boy!"
Daryl's mind screeched to a halt. 'Good boy'? Rick was thinking about fucking a guy? Holy shit... He was not expecting that. Daryl's fantasies were switched from 'never gonna happen, he's straight!' to 'oh god, I wonder if he's into dirty rednecks!' so fast, it gave him whiplash. He lifted the fingers of one hand to his mouth and bit on the knuckles to keep himself quiet, his other hand rubbing and kneading his erection.
"Oh, fuck, you feel it? You feel my dick in that tight ass of yours? You can't do anything about it, baby, just accept it. Be good, now!" More moaning, more feverish jerking. "Or tell me no some more, if you want." A dark chuckle. "All that begging and crying really gets me going!"
A violent shiver ran through Daryl's body. Jesus, what was Rick saying? Was he really fantasizing about fucking someone against their will?
His mind might be in turmoil, but Daryl's body sure had no problem with it. His dick was hard as a rock, leaking precome in his boxers. His hips were hitching up into his hand, and beads of sweat were starting to roll down his forehead. He tried to quietly wipe them away before they hit his eyes.
"Yeah, nice and deep. Uhh, god..." Rick's groans reverberated down Daryl's spine. It sounded like he was close to coming. "Fuck, you're mine! All mine, I own this hole now. Gonna fuck you whenever I want, and I'm gonna want it a lot. A sweet ass like yours, clenching on my cock, can't wait to fill you up..."
He really should go, Daryl thought, his hand grinding on his cock. This was so, so wrong. His friend clearly thought he was alone, jerking off in private and saying all kinds of stuff he wouldn't want anyone to hear. And here Daryl was, eavesdropping like a creep and about to make a mess in his pants like a fucking teenager if he kept going like this. It was just... Daryl had wondered before about how Rick would sound during sex. Which noises he would make when he came. And Daryl didn't think he would ever get another chance like this to find out.
Meanwhile, oblivious to Daryl's dilemma, Rick was fully indulging in his fantasy. "Gonna come," he moaned. "Get ready for it, darlin'. Gonna put my load in you, and you're gonna take it. Take it like a good boy!"
Daryl desperately tried to quiet his breathing. His cock jumped at the thought of hearing Rick orgasm. 'Just this once,' he thought. 'I just wanna hear it this one time.'
"Ohh, fuck..." there was a 'thunk' from the other side of the wall, like Rick had dropped his head back against it. "Fuck, darlin', I'm coming... Oh, I'm coming, fuck, fuck..." The sound of Rick jerking his cock sped up even more, nearly drowned out by his desperate moaning. "Oh, yeah... yeah, I'm c-... Oh! Oh, Daryl..."
Daryl's body froze up.
... what the FUCK?!?