twd fic: In the Heat of the Night
Teehee.
Character/Pairing: Glenn/Daryl (because Glenn is obviously the dominating one in this ship)
Rated NC-17 for sex and language
Words: 2,365
Summary: Read Prompt but basically, sex in a room full of sleeping people.
Notes: How did this stretch into a 2000-worded porn..
Thank goodness Carl stayed with Lori and the other women that night so Glenn didn’t feel weird to do what he was planning to. The guys were setting up mattresses on the floor of the bigger guest room and they had drawn straws on who got to have the bed. Glenn kind of let out a relieved sigh when he found neither him nor Daryl got picked.
Daryl looked like he didn’t care where he was sleeping as he was setting up his blanket on the floor, and Glenn’s frown deepened in frustration; he thought he would’ve been at least somewhat rooting for the idea of them sleeping next to each other. Glenn reminded himself that Daryl was a stubborn prick and if he didn’t offer any help, he was going to have to do it all by himself.
Glenn wasn’t really jealous of the comfortable bed as long as he could find Daryl and his arms to sleep in, finally when they could have the chance - but Daryl wasn’t interested.
Rick seemed to already disagree on the unspoken term and ordered Glenn to settle on the other end of the room. Glenn clenched his hand into a fist and resisted yelling at him and at Daryl who didn’t so much as care that his lover was hurt, but Glenn went and grabbed his mattress, moving it back to where it was first: close to Daryl.
Rick watched him quietly until he was done and spoke, “Glenn.”
The young man turned around, his eyes full of despair that he could just let the situation be, but Rick placed his hand on Glenn’s shoulder and spoke in a calm but demanding voice, “No, it’s best if the door stays unblocked.”
Glenn thought it was bullshit and wondered if Rick actually knew about the urges he and Daryl had answered to almost every night ever since they got together and if he tried to intentionally keep the two apart.
Disappointed, Glenn looked at Daryl who was comfortably lying on the floor, testing it, and Glenn squinted at him angrily before taking the mattress back. Daryl didn’t even have a mattress as he’d given his to Glenn which all the more proved that after all the steamy nights and get-togethers, Daryl still didn’t get it.
After dinner and brushing teeth, when everybody finally went to sleep, Glenn waited impatiently, clutching at the edge of his sleeping bag. He waited for a good hour and a half to say the least and he grew more annoyed at the day’s events. Bad luck had been on his side.
Glenn considered starting to sleep but he couldn’t, he needed familiarity and warmth in a strange place like the house, and even if it was wrong to get attached to someone in a world that wasn’t the same, with Daryl he felt safe.
He sat up and looked around the dark room to see if the men were asleep. He tried to focus his sight on Daryl and then grabbed his pillow and got up. He knew he was doing the right thing, he knew it. He could just sneak back before morning and no one would know - Daryl was still sensitive when it came down to who was fucking who and he had wanted it kept secret until he became more at ease with it, and Glenn respected that.
Glenn reached Daryl’s spot on the floor and kneeled down to wake him up but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to anymore; he looked so peaceful and handsome that Glenn could’ve just sat there watching all night, but he knew he had to get at him for not helping him earlier.
He hit Daryl on his arm and bit his lip to silence the groan of pain that came along with it. Daryl hadn’t been asleep and he turned his head to look at what Glenn was doing. Glenn, seeing he was awake, hit him a couple more times until he got tired and sat back down, looking at Daryl pathetically, trying to win him over.
Daryl rolled his eyes at the puppy look on Glenn’s face and lifted the cover, making space for the kid. Glenn was nothing but swiftly under the cover and glued to the spot like a leech. Daryl looked around in the darkness and then awkwardly at Glenn who slowly brought his hand towards Daryl’s chest and whispered in a shaky manner, “’the hell is the matter with you? You know I can’t sleep alone like that.”
“Shut up. You’re here now, aren’t you?” Daryl replied, and Glenn looked up and smiled. Daryl brought his thumb over to the corner of his mouth and petted Glenn for being adorable and for being there.
Glenn’s smile faded as he looked into Daryl’s eyes and he opened his mouth to say something only allowed for Daryl to hear, but Daryl was already kissing him. Glenn groaned into the kiss, pleased, and he moved his hand to grasp at his lover’s dark hair to get more of him, his other hand caressing Daryl’s chest.
The surroundings were forgotten when Daryl broke the kiss and headed down to lick at his neck. Glenn lifted his leg behind Daryl and pressed himself against him, feeling familiar hardness, and he smiled at that nervously, a blush glowing on his face.
Daryl stopped to look at him to ask what was funny but the look on Glenn’s face and his hopeful eyes looking back made him quiet down and get back to kissing his lips. Glenn moaned at the feel of his rough chin against his in the heat of the night where they licked each other’s mouths, hungrier and hungrier by the minute. He moved his hand lower and lower, Daryl all aware of what he was doing, and Glenn slid his hand into the other man’s pants, feeling how hard he was already. He took Daryl’s cock out and started to stroke him gently to get him fully into the mood. Glenn tried not to whimper at how erotic it was and he was glad to be silenced by Daryl’s mouth on his own.
When Daryl started to rub Glenn off, he yelped and Daryl had to cover his mouth in haste. Glenn froze and looked into his eyes, fearing that it was the end of all good things. Daryl made a signal with his hand to not make a sound and Glenn nodded, swallowing the feeling of guilt in his throat. He was awfully ashamed and Daryl could see it too as he made an effort to kiss him to make him relax.
The cover rustled over them and Daryl moved it lower not to cause noise but since he didn’t want to scare anyone with genitalia in case people woke up, he didn’t remove it completely. He looked at Glenn who gazed at him needily and the boy pressed closer to whimper by his ear, “You wanna…?”
He continued to stroke Daryl’s hard length and breathed heavily against the older man’s chest, his gleaming, lustful eyes looking at him. Daryl smiled a little, he couldn’t help it, and Glenn pulled off his pants and lifted his leg up to rest on Daryl’s waist while Daryl wet his fingers in his mouth and brought his hand down to his rear, caressing Glenn’s milky thigh on the way. He wanted to say he should tan them in the sun even though his hand was such a beautiful contrast against him, but the two men needed to be quiet.
Glenn was disappointed that he didn’t realize to take the strip of lube and a condom with him from his bag but he’d damn himself if he moved from Daryl’s hold - the older man might’ve been shy enough not to take him back if he moved away. Besides, it wasn’t the only time they’d done it without supplies, and they both seemed to enjoy it more without them; they didn’t have to worry if they happened to get into the mood in the middle of a hunting trip.
Glenn found it hard to breath when Daryl pushed his finger inside of him but he tried to focus on the concentrated look on Daryl’s face as he prepped him up. He was so gentle and secure that Glenn had a hard time imagining he was the same Daryl during the day. He wanted to ask why he behaved how he behaved with others but remembered that they were to keep quiet. Glenn pressed closer, clutching at Daryl’s shirt with his shaky fingers, and hummed happily at the feel of Daryl’s fingers around him and in him. Daryl kissed him and Glenn couldn’t stop the small smirk on the corner of his mouth as he kissed back.
Daryl stopped and Glenn turned around without question. Daryl spit into his hand and glanced at Glenn who waited for him impatiently, and Daryl couldn’t get a hold of him when Glenn moved his hips against him in an effort to get past the important part.
Glenn gasped as he felt up Daryl’s slick cock behind him and between his legs and when he held it and guided it in with him, Daryl yelped, “Fuck.”
Daryl was ridden with lust, he couldn’t take anything anymore. As he pushed his cock inside, Glenn’s legs arched out and his breath quivered and he tried to control his senses. Daryl closed his eyes and breathed out not to feel overwhelmed and like fucking Glenn until he was broken. Fuck, he liked this kid.
He moved his hand under Glenn’s neck to his mouth to give something to hold onto and with his other hand he held onto Glenn’s hip and thrusted in with low grunts. Glenn shivered at the sounds Daryl made and threw his hand on the other man’s thigh to show him how much he wanted him.
Daryl grabbed Glenn’s hip firmly as he thrusted into him harder and deeper, and Glenn moaned into Daryl’s hand loudly. He bit his hand and found it a better way to keep quiet, and Daryl didn’t say a thing. He circled his hips to force a yelp out of Glenn but he found it as hard for himself so he stopped and then continued, grinding deeper into him.
Glenn bucked in his arms and yelped too often into the bite of his hand and Daryl couldn’t think coherently anymore. He saw the world blacken and he had to bite Glenn’s shoulder to muffle any sounds as he tried to keep control of his body. He pressed Glenn’s body close to his and started to pound into him in long thrusts, blinded by the wave of ecstasy that kept growing. Daryl sunk in deep again and again, so slow that Glenn rolled his eyes in heat. He couldn’t stay still, it felt too good.
Glenn felt his eyes get wet and he placed his hand over Daryl’s on his hip and squeezed it tight, telling him how he hit the right spot. He moaned into the bite in Daryl’s hand and nobody else heard it but them.
Glenn’s body shook in arousal and Daryl grabbed his hand and held it tight, grounding himself back, afraid that he’d get as lost too.
“Fuck, man,” Glenn whimpered against the bite and tried not to arch his body out. Daryl grunted in joy knowing Glenn enjoyed it.
Suddenly they heard rustling nearby but they didn’t stop, they were too close.
It was Shane sleeping, Daryl confirmed, yet the man just growled out in his sleep, “Rick, shut up.”
Glenn brought his hand up to Daryl’s hair and changed his focus back to him while moving his hips back against Daryl. Skin slapped against skin and Glenn moaned in the thrill of waking someone up.
Daryl groaned involuntarily and quickly stifled the sound with another bite to Glenn’s shoulder. He pounded into Glenn with shorter, faster thrusts, and Glenn made the mark of his dentals in Daryl’s hand even deeper, but Daryl couldn’t feel the stinging pain anymore.
He came into him and he stayed there, knowing how Glenn liked the feel of him inside as they come.
He didn’t help Glenn jerk off but it was okay because the kiss that Daryl gave on the side of his ear helped him come right away.
Daryl looked at the tears in the corner of the young man’s eyes and his quivering mouth that faintly smiled. Glenn turned to him, pulled him into a short kiss and watched how Daryl got flustered. He caressed Daryl’s cheek lightly before turning away to give him space.
Daryl lifted his other hand from under him and looked at the deep red marks by his thumb. He ran his fingers across Glenn’s top and the marks by his shoulder, and he didn’t know if he was supposed to be worried that he got aroused from such a thing. He had to come up with a story for the others in the morning. He cleared his throat as if to get back to normal, still a little uncomfortable as everything was so very new to him.
“We can clean this all up in the morning,” he groaned, nuzzling the back of Glenn’s neck, ready to pull out and get some sleep.
“No, gross. The floor is gonna get messy. How about you stay in me the whole night?" Glenn asked unashamed, and Daryl scooted over to look into the darkness to actually think about it.
"No,” he stated, and reached behind him to get to his stuff and took a rag that he cleaned the kid with.
“Thanks,” Glenn whispered as he pulled up his pajama pants, and pulled Daryl’s arm to his chest, pulling him closer.
Daryl turned away, he wasn’t one to cuddle, and he thought about making an exasperated sigh of frustration to let him know he wasn’t into it, but instead he sighed warmly.
“Good night, Daryl,” Glenn whispered and kissed his hand with a sigh of gratitude and exhaustion, and Daryl decided to press close and hold onto him a little while longer.
Character/Pairing: Glenn/Daryl (because Glenn is obviously the dominating one in this ship)
Rated NC-17 for sex and language
Words: 2,365
Summary: Read Prompt but basically, sex in a room full of sleeping people.
Notes: How did this stretch into a 2000-worded porn..
Thank goodness Carl stayed with Lori and the other women that night so Glenn didn’t feel weird to do what he was planning to. The guys were setting up mattresses on the floor of the bigger guest room and they had drawn straws on who got to have the bed. Glenn kind of let out a relieved sigh when he found neither him nor Daryl got picked.
Daryl looked like he didn’t care where he was sleeping as he was setting up his blanket on the floor, and Glenn’s frown deepened in frustration; he thought he would’ve been at least somewhat rooting for the idea of them sleeping next to each other. Glenn reminded himself that Daryl was a stubborn prick and if he didn’t offer any help, he was going to have to do it all by himself.
Glenn wasn’t really jealous of the comfortable bed as long as he could find Daryl and his arms to sleep in, finally when they could have the chance - but Daryl wasn’t interested.
Rick seemed to already disagree on the unspoken term and ordered Glenn to settle on the other end of the room. Glenn clenched his hand into a fist and resisted yelling at him and at Daryl who didn’t so much as care that his lover was hurt, but Glenn went and grabbed his mattress, moving it back to where it was first: close to Daryl.
Rick watched him quietly until he was done and spoke, “Glenn.”
The young man turned around, his eyes full of despair that he could just let the situation be, but Rick placed his hand on Glenn’s shoulder and spoke in a calm but demanding voice, “No, it’s best if the door stays unblocked.”
Glenn thought it was bullshit and wondered if Rick actually knew about the urges he and Daryl had answered to almost every night ever since they got together and if he tried to intentionally keep the two apart.
Disappointed, Glenn looked at Daryl who was comfortably lying on the floor, testing it, and Glenn squinted at him angrily before taking the mattress back. Daryl didn’t even have a mattress as he’d given his to Glenn which all the more proved that after all the steamy nights and get-togethers, Daryl still didn’t get it.
After dinner and brushing teeth, when everybody finally went to sleep, Glenn waited impatiently, clutching at the edge of his sleeping bag. He waited for a good hour and a half to say the least and he grew more annoyed at the day’s events. Bad luck had been on his side.
Glenn considered starting to sleep but he couldn’t, he needed familiarity and warmth in a strange place like the house, and even if it was wrong to get attached to someone in a world that wasn’t the same, with Daryl he felt safe.
He sat up and looked around the dark room to see if the men were asleep. He tried to focus his sight on Daryl and then grabbed his pillow and got up. He knew he was doing the right thing, he knew it. He could just sneak back before morning and no one would know - Daryl was still sensitive when it came down to who was fucking who and he had wanted it kept secret until he became more at ease with it, and Glenn respected that.
Glenn reached Daryl’s spot on the floor and kneeled down to wake him up but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to anymore; he looked so peaceful and handsome that Glenn could’ve just sat there watching all night, but he knew he had to get at him for not helping him earlier.
He hit Daryl on his arm and bit his lip to silence the groan of pain that came along with it. Daryl hadn’t been asleep and he turned his head to look at what Glenn was doing. Glenn, seeing he was awake, hit him a couple more times until he got tired and sat back down, looking at Daryl pathetically, trying to win him over.
Daryl rolled his eyes at the puppy look on Glenn’s face and lifted the cover, making space for the kid. Glenn was nothing but swiftly under the cover and glued to the spot like a leech. Daryl looked around in the darkness and then awkwardly at Glenn who slowly brought his hand towards Daryl’s chest and whispered in a shaky manner, “’the hell is the matter with you? You know I can’t sleep alone like that.”
“Shut up. You’re here now, aren’t you?” Daryl replied, and Glenn looked up and smiled. Daryl brought his thumb over to the corner of his mouth and petted Glenn for being adorable and for being there.
Glenn’s smile faded as he looked into Daryl’s eyes and he opened his mouth to say something only allowed for Daryl to hear, but Daryl was already kissing him. Glenn groaned into the kiss, pleased, and he moved his hand to grasp at his lover’s dark hair to get more of him, his other hand caressing Daryl’s chest.
The surroundings were forgotten when Daryl broke the kiss and headed down to lick at his neck. Glenn lifted his leg behind Daryl and pressed himself against him, feeling familiar hardness, and he smiled at that nervously, a blush glowing on his face.
Daryl stopped to look at him to ask what was funny but the look on Glenn’s face and his hopeful eyes looking back made him quiet down and get back to kissing his lips. Glenn moaned at the feel of his rough chin against his in the heat of the night where they licked each other’s mouths, hungrier and hungrier by the minute. He moved his hand lower and lower, Daryl all aware of what he was doing, and Glenn slid his hand into the other man’s pants, feeling how hard he was already. He took Daryl’s cock out and started to stroke him gently to get him fully into the mood. Glenn tried not to whimper at how erotic it was and he was glad to be silenced by Daryl’s mouth on his own.
When Daryl started to rub Glenn off, he yelped and Daryl had to cover his mouth in haste. Glenn froze and looked into his eyes, fearing that it was the end of all good things. Daryl made a signal with his hand to not make a sound and Glenn nodded, swallowing the feeling of guilt in his throat. He was awfully ashamed and Daryl could see it too as he made an effort to kiss him to make him relax.
The cover rustled over them and Daryl moved it lower not to cause noise but since he didn’t want to scare anyone with genitalia in case people woke up, he didn’t remove it completely. He looked at Glenn who gazed at him needily and the boy pressed closer to whimper by his ear, “You wanna…?”
He continued to stroke Daryl’s hard length and breathed heavily against the older man’s chest, his gleaming, lustful eyes looking at him. Daryl smiled a little, he couldn’t help it, and Glenn pulled off his pants and lifted his leg up to rest on Daryl’s waist while Daryl wet his fingers in his mouth and brought his hand down to his rear, caressing Glenn’s milky thigh on the way. He wanted to say he should tan them in the sun even though his hand was such a beautiful contrast against him, but the two men needed to be quiet.
Glenn was disappointed that he didn’t realize to take the strip of lube and a condom with him from his bag but he’d damn himself if he moved from Daryl’s hold - the older man might’ve been shy enough not to take him back if he moved away. Besides, it wasn’t the only time they’d done it without supplies, and they both seemed to enjoy it more without them; they didn’t have to worry if they happened to get into the mood in the middle of a hunting trip.
Glenn found it hard to breath when Daryl pushed his finger inside of him but he tried to focus on the concentrated look on Daryl’s face as he prepped him up. He was so gentle and secure that Glenn had a hard time imagining he was the same Daryl during the day. He wanted to ask why he behaved how he behaved with others but remembered that they were to keep quiet. Glenn pressed closer, clutching at Daryl’s shirt with his shaky fingers, and hummed happily at the feel of Daryl’s fingers around him and in him. Daryl kissed him and Glenn couldn’t stop the small smirk on the corner of his mouth as he kissed back.
Daryl stopped and Glenn turned around without question. Daryl spit into his hand and glanced at Glenn who waited for him impatiently, and Daryl couldn’t get a hold of him when Glenn moved his hips against him in an effort to get past the important part.
Glenn gasped as he felt up Daryl’s slick cock behind him and between his legs and when he held it and guided it in with him, Daryl yelped, “Fuck.”
Daryl was ridden with lust, he couldn’t take anything anymore. As he pushed his cock inside, Glenn’s legs arched out and his breath quivered and he tried to control his senses. Daryl closed his eyes and breathed out not to feel overwhelmed and like fucking Glenn until he was broken. Fuck, he liked this kid.
He moved his hand under Glenn’s neck to his mouth to give something to hold onto and with his other hand he held onto Glenn’s hip and thrusted in with low grunts. Glenn shivered at the sounds Daryl made and threw his hand on the other man’s thigh to show him how much he wanted him.
Daryl grabbed Glenn’s hip firmly as he thrusted into him harder and deeper, and Glenn moaned into Daryl’s hand loudly. He bit his hand and found it a better way to keep quiet, and Daryl didn’t say a thing. He circled his hips to force a yelp out of Glenn but he found it as hard for himself so he stopped and then continued, grinding deeper into him.
Glenn bucked in his arms and yelped too often into the bite of his hand and Daryl couldn’t think coherently anymore. He saw the world blacken and he had to bite Glenn’s shoulder to muffle any sounds as he tried to keep control of his body. He pressed Glenn’s body close to his and started to pound into him in long thrusts, blinded by the wave of ecstasy that kept growing. Daryl sunk in deep again and again, so slow that Glenn rolled his eyes in heat. He couldn’t stay still, it felt too good.
Glenn felt his eyes get wet and he placed his hand over Daryl’s on his hip and squeezed it tight, telling him how he hit the right spot. He moaned into the bite in Daryl’s hand and nobody else heard it but them.
Glenn’s body shook in arousal and Daryl grabbed his hand and held it tight, grounding himself back, afraid that he’d get as lost too.
“Fuck, man,” Glenn whimpered against the bite and tried not to arch his body out. Daryl grunted in joy knowing Glenn enjoyed it.
Suddenly they heard rustling nearby but they didn’t stop, they were too close.
It was Shane sleeping, Daryl confirmed, yet the man just growled out in his sleep, “Rick, shut up.”
Glenn brought his hand up to Daryl’s hair and changed his focus back to him while moving his hips back against Daryl. Skin slapped against skin and Glenn moaned in the thrill of waking someone up.
Daryl groaned involuntarily and quickly stifled the sound with another bite to Glenn’s shoulder. He pounded into Glenn with shorter, faster thrusts, and Glenn made the mark of his dentals in Daryl’s hand even deeper, but Daryl couldn’t feel the stinging pain anymore.
He came into him and he stayed there, knowing how Glenn liked the feel of him inside as they come.
He didn’t help Glenn jerk off but it was okay because the kiss that Daryl gave on the side of his ear helped him come right away.
Daryl looked at the tears in the corner of the young man’s eyes and his quivering mouth that faintly smiled. Glenn turned to him, pulled him into a short kiss and watched how Daryl got flustered. He caressed Daryl’s cheek lightly before turning away to give him space.
Daryl lifted his other hand from under him and looked at the deep red marks by his thumb. He ran his fingers across Glenn’s top and the marks by his shoulder, and he didn’t know if he was supposed to be worried that he got aroused from such a thing. He had to come up with a story for the others in the morning. He cleared his throat as if to get back to normal, still a little uncomfortable as everything was so very new to him.
“We can clean this all up in the morning,” he groaned, nuzzling the back of Glenn’s neck, ready to pull out and get some sleep.
“No, gross. The floor is gonna get messy. How about you stay in me the whole night?" Glenn asked unashamed, and Daryl scooted over to look into the darkness to actually think about it.
"No,” he stated, and reached behind him to get to his stuff and took a rag that he cleaned the kid with.
“Thanks,” Glenn whispered as he pulled up his pajama pants, and pulled Daryl’s arm to his chest, pulling him closer.
Daryl turned away, he wasn’t one to cuddle, and he thought about making an exasperated sigh of frustration to let him know he wasn’t into it, but instead he sighed warmly.
“Good night, Daryl,” Glenn whispered and kissed his hand with a sigh of gratitude and exhaustion, and Daryl decided to press close and hold onto him a little while longer.