twd fic: Sweaty short story
Character/Pairing: Kind of Norman/Steven with Darlenn
Rated heavy R for sexual content
Words: 1010
Summary: Norman gleefully writes some porn to the twd kink meme and Steven watches by his side and forces him with plot ideas. For prompt at the kink meme.
Notes: What is my life right now. I feel so embarrassed because if they find this.. Holy hell.
'Sweat glistening on skin, dark eyes meeting the other, bringing a blush on their faces. His body is different, although a similar figure, so much more, Daryl tries to find the word, pure. The heat is scorching between them. Blinding.'
"Cut the crap, no one wants to read a romantic poem. Just write," Steven took charge and pushed Norman back with his elbow, starting to write on the keyboard, 'Glenn looks at him, taking in the scars, the tan, the dirt. He lets out a shivering breath and presses his hand against Daryl's chest, showing him that he doesn't care how he is.'
They were huddled together in front of the computer screen. Steven didn't want to know how Norman found the site where nameless people could send in their perverse requests on specific characters of their show. It came up during fan page searches, he had said.
Norman was sitting on the chair while Steven was constantly pushing to take the lead on their spur of the moment story writing. The older man frowned a little, thinking through before typing in the small font.
'Daryl lies down and looks as the Asian presses his body against his and traces his abdomen with his fingers, trailing down to the brim of his pants. He’s unsure yet he trusts Glenn and lets him take off the rest of his clothes. Glenn’s mouth is open, he’s panting, and Daryl instinctively licks his lips, wanting to have a taste.'
Steven invaded the keyboard, having a great idea, with Norman's fingers still on the way.
'He doesn't know how to kiss, where to press his lips, but like he knows what Daryl looks for, St-'
He deleted the last two letters and corrected, 'Glenn takes a gentle hold of his chin and guides him onto his lips. Glenn is too intrusive for Daryl's taste but then again he's the only one he's done that with. He opens his mouth more, letting Glenn in, and Glenn moans at the feel of his stubble against his smooth skin.'
Norman gave him a glance as Steven backed away and he read the text through, commenting about it, "You're great, bro."
'Not knowing how to proceed, Daryl makes it up with caressing Glenn's waist slowly, gently, happy that as he watches Glenn move under his arms muttering some foreign language and biting his lip to keep in a moan, the kid's enjoying it.'
"So good!" Steven snickered, excited for how good of a team they were, but he got frustrated as he had liked to see Daryl manhandle Glenn. Even though they were close to the same size, reading some of the stories earlier had made him believe that it was how it was supposed to be.
"He's not that submissive."
"He hasn't gotten any!" Norman flailed his hand as if to hush the other man, make him not bother him for a while, and take back the control of his computer.
"But you gotta make him a little more," Steven placed his hand on Norman's shoulder in attempt to persuade him to give him space to write. Norman sat back and gave him a chance, but he was being true to his character. Daryl wasn’t a ladies’ man. Or men’s.
"I mean, do I have to," Steven whined about having the responsibility of getting them worked up, for a minute forgetting what wasn't real.
"I mean Glenn..." He blushed, shutting up, and Norman laughed.
'Glenn starts to stroke him and watches gleefully at the shivers of Daryl's body. Daryl's never done that to himself. He regrets it now, yet he doesn't regret not getting attached to people. A few people have formed to be exceptions. Daryl hesitantly presses his lips on Glenn's neck to thank him for still being there.'
'Glenn purrs for feeling him all around him and Daryl groans at that sound in surprise of how good it makes him feel. He takes Glenn's cock in hand and strokes him while Glenn grasps Daryl's hair to kiss him better.'
'"I can take you inside of me. It's easier for a newbie," Glenn expresses, a deep flush on his cheeks.'
"Oh, he's experienced this before?" Norman started laughing. Steven looked at him seriously.
"So? What if he has?"
They looked at each other for a moment. Norman wondered if Steven was talking about himself or his character, and wrote again.
'It feels amazing, Daryl curses, and pulls Glenn, going balls deep.'
Steven's fingers quivered a little as he wrote the next phrase, 'Glenn is a shivering mess and he aches for contact, his body trembling over where Daryl hits him.
"Daryl."'
Norman noticed his behavior but didn't mention it. He was having thoughts himself that he was sure Steven wouldn't approve. He needed to slow down his breathing.
'Daryl hears him vaguely, lost in the feel of jolts waving through his body, never stopping. He holds Glenn's waist and the kid grabs his hand, digging his nails into the hot flesh.
Daryl can't control himself; he comes and buries himself into Glenn. Glenn doesn't mind but only thrusts back to him, trying to hold on to the moment as long as he can.'
“The end.”
"Fuck, man. I got a little hot," Norman muttered, and sighed in relief for getting the story done.
Steven agreed, laughing for a time, heated himself. Norman looked up and Steven looked back, knowing what was on his mind as he was thinking of the exact same thing.
Steven leaned down and Norman lifted his hand up to Steven's neck and opened his mouth a little for access. Steven kissed him, tongue readily out, and Norman let him slide it in and around his mouth. When they stopped, their lips were glistening with saliva, their breaths quickened.
"No," Norman laughed, shyly starting to look at his friend. He was glad that they were so close it didn't matter.
"Yeah," Steven let out a nervous laugh and was relieved that they could go further but they didn't have to. He was still his man.