Safe Haven in the Chaos

BY : IdrilsSecret
Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead
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Disclaimer: I do not own the walking dead or any of the characters. No money is being made from the writing of these stories

Chapter 10 For the First Time


Daryl felt bad for what he did, punching Aaron in the face and knocking him out. He’d dragged him to his bedroom and put him in his bed. Daryl sat with him until he came to. Aaron finally started to move and moan as he woke up.

“Ugh … h-how long was I out?” Aaron asked.

“’Bout ten minutes or so.”

Aaron sat up and rubbed his jaw. “That’s a good right hook you got there. Better than Rick’s.” Aaron laughed. “I was out for what, five minutes after he punched me?”

“Hey man, I’m sorry ‘bout that. I shouldn’t have–”

“No,” Aaron interrupted. “It was my fault. I should have known better than to push you.”

“I … I don’t know what happens to me sometimes. I hear a voice, and it’s like he’s right there antagonizing me,” Daryl explained.

“You mean Jay?” Aaron asked and Daryl nodded. “What did he do to you?” Aaron said, more to himself than to Daryl.

“He got in my head,” Daryl admitted. “And I don’t know how to turn him off, even after all this time.”

“Maybe you should meet our psychiatrist when we get back. She might be able to help you,” Aaron suggested.

“Yeah, maybe, but I was hoping that … that if you … and I–”

“I think you’re going to have to go at your own pace.” Aaron reached out and put his hand on Daryl’s knee. “But I’m willing to wait. I just wanted you to know that, ok?”

“Thanks,” Daryl said, sounding desolate.

“Hey, what time is it?” Aaron said to change the subject.

“I don’t know. Not too late. Sun went down not too long ago. You hungry?” Daryl asked.

“Starved,” Aaron smiled getting up from the bed.

Daryl laughed. “You’re just in time for pasta night.”

Aaron smiled wide at the joke. “Pasta night, really?”

His smile warmed Daryl on the inside. Even after all that happened, Aaron still wanted to be with him, even someone as screwed up as himself. That, he knew, was rare. “Yeah, the guy who lived here has about twenty cans of Spaghetti Ring-O’s.”

“Well, by all means, let’s have pasta night then.” Aaron grasped Daryl’s shoulder as they walked to the kitchen. Daryl didn’t mind. His touch brought him comfort.

After eating a couple cans of spaghetti, cold and right out of the can, they pulled out a bottle of wine, went to the couch, and enjoyed each other’s company. They talked about this and that, learned more about each other, and relaxed as they sat shoulder to shoulder. Aaron made no move to kiss him again, and that was fine. Daryl was happy just to sit together and talk, but he wished to revisit the warmth of Aaron’s body against his, and feel the firmness of their lips upon each other. In due time, Daryl thought, or at least he hoped.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” Aaron said during a lull in the conversation. “I need to have you back to the town by tomorrow afternoon, or Rick is going to send out a search and rescue team. He was prepared to go this morning, but I convinced him to let me find you on my own first.”

“How’d you manage that?” Daryl wondered.

“I told him I thought I knew where you were, which I did, but I didn’t want them to find the cabin. We’re the only ones who know about this place, and I’d like it to stay that way.”

“Rick’s not easy to win over,” Daryl mentioned. “I’m surprised he didn’t insist on someone going with you.”

“He did, but I had a bit of help changing his mind. Carol, she backed me up.”

“Carol?” Daryl seemed surprised.

Aaron looked down at his lap. “Yeah,” he whispered. “There’s something you should know. Carol, she was really worried about you, and she figured out pretty quickly that I knew something. She’s very persistent, you know that?”

“Yeah, I know. So what did you say to her?” Daryl wanted to know.

Aaron leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and stared at the floor. “She knows.”

“Jesus, Aaron, you told her about me?” He was instantly embarrassed.

“About us,” Aaron said quietly.


“She could tell that I knew why you took off. She got me alone and threatened me until I told her what I knew. So I told her what happened that night, about Eric coming by unexpectedly, and how you showed at the worst possible moment. She knows the real reason you broke into the weapons room, and then left town without saying a word. I never would have said anything, but for the fact that she’s your best friend. If it had been Rick or any of the others, I’d let them beat me to a pulp and still not say anything. But Carol, she really cares what happens to you, more than the others. Not that the others don’t care. Don’t get me wrong. They do, tremendously. I don’t think you know how much. You all are like family, you know?”

Aaron was rambling again. He was worried that Daryl would be upset, but the truth was, he was ok with it. Perhaps he’d always wanted to tell Carol, but he just never found the right situation. Aaron was a good judge of character, and he could see what a good friend she was. He also liked the fact that Aaron said he’d take a beating for him rather than tell anyone else his secret. Daryl was a fool to ever think he couldn’t trust Aaron. That rant had been his own stubbornness clouding his mind.

Aaron was still talking and stumbling over his own words when Daryl took his chin and turned Aaron’s face to meet his. “Are you upset?” Aaron asked.

“No,” Daryl said as he leaned forward and kissed Aaron to make him shut up. This time they kissed unhurriedly, easing into it like a slow dance. God, his lips felt so good, Daryl thought. Before his urge got too great, he broke away. “You were right to tell her the truth. It’s the least she deserves.”

“She actually rescued me when Rick became insistent. He blamed me for your disappearance, and wanted to know what transpired between us. I couldn’t think fast enough, but Carol spoke up, told him you came to me looking for your old job back, but I didn’t think you were ready, or something like that. It worked, they bought it. And when I asked to be the one to go out and find you, Rick said no, but it was Carol who talked to him and changed his mind. She’s a good person, although, she kind of scares the crap out of me sometimes.”

Daryl laughed. He knew what Aaron meant by that. “Yeah, I know. Did she do that creepy ‘mommy dearest’ thing where she talks to you with a smile, but you know that at any moment she might snap and stick a knife through your heart?”

“Yes!” Aaron laughed. “That’s exactly what she did.”

“No wonder you told her about us. But really, it’s alright. I should have told her about me, at least, a long time ago. I always knew that she’d understand.”

“She does, and I think she was even happy about it. She’s actually had a hunch about you for a while now. I think she was waiting for you to say something first, though.” Aaron leaned back into the couch, a glass of wine in his hand. “I’m just glad you’re not mad at me.”

“Naw, it’s ok.”

They talked and sipped wine while the night moved on. It was very peaceful in the cabin, especially with the hearth lit and a few candles sitting around. They drank moderately, so even though they were warmed inside by the headiness of the vintage, neither man was in his cups. Eventually, they came to the decision to get some sleep. Aaron stood from the couch and started towards the spare rooms. Daryl watched him go, but something made him call out to him.

“Hey, you uh … do you … I mean … y-you can share my room, if you want,” Daryl stammered.

“Of course I want to, but are you sure you’re ok with it?” Aaron asked.

“I … yeah, it’s ok … just to sleep, you know. I ain’t making no promises,” Daryl said, scared to commit to anything more.

Aaron smiled warmly and went to him. “Ok, just to sleep. I swear I won’t do anything to you in the middle of the night.” He was only half joking, and Daryl sensed it. “Besides, I don’t think my face can take another punch.”

Daryl ran his fingers through his hair, looking apologetic. “Yeah, your nose was kind of bleeding, but I took care of it. I was worried I broke something.”

“No, it’s ok. Sore, but ok.” Aaron walked towards Daryl’s bedroom while Daryl stood a moment and watched him. Nothing had to happen, he convinced himself. They were just going to share a bed for the night. It was something they couldn’t do in Alexandria, and he really didn’t want to waste the chance, even if they stayed on their respected sides of the bed.

Both men stripped down to boxers, and Daryl tried to avert his eyes. Aaron climbed into the king size bed first, settling under the covers. Daryl hesitated a moment, but he got in too. They laid on their backs, staring up at the ceiling.

“Now I see why you called dibs on this room. Definitely the better bed,” Aaron said to try and take the anxiety out of the air.

“Well, I saw the opportunity and I took it,” Daryl said. Something else was weighing heavily on his mind, and now seemed like the right time to discuss it. “So … uh … how are things going to work when we go back to town … with Eric, I mean?”

“I talked to him that night, something I should have done a long time ago. I told him the truth. He didn’t want to hear it, and I didn’t like saying it, but it’s out there now. He knows that I care about him, but I don’t love him like he loves me. It was a difficult discussion, and he split before we resolved anything. I hope he’ll be ok.”

“I don’t know why I let him manipulate me like that, but at the time, he made a lot of sense,” Daryl explained.

“What exactly did he tell you?” Aaron wondered.

Daryl put his hands behind his head and stretched his legs out, getting more and more comfortable with Aaron lying next to him. Then he proceeded to tell Aaron about all the things he and Eric talked about. “He had me convinced that letting go of you was the best thing for everyone. He said I was stringing you along while I tried to figure out my own life. And honestly, it felt like that … not all the time, but sometimes. I didn’t want to do that to you, just in case it turned out that I didn’t want this kind of lifestyle.”

“You can’t change who you are or what you were born to be. So you’re a little late to the party, and you’re just now figuring out what you want. That doesn’t make you any less of a person. I saw you for who you were, for who you are, and I was willing to wait for you to see it too. Eric had no business getting involved.”

“I see that now.” Daryl was quiet a moment, both of them lying in the dark. He thought about Aaron, about how he was willing to wait. No one had ever been willing to do that for him, not friends, not family. “I’m sorry for the things I said to you that night. I’m sorry for not believing you, for not giving you a chance to explain. I just … I saw you and Eric, and everything shut down.”

“You don’t have to apologize. It wasn’t your fault. Besides, if you were still pissed at me, I don’t think I’d be here right now.” Daryl could hear the smile in Aaron’s voice. “Well, good night,” Aaron said as he turned on his side facing away from Daryl.

Daryl was slightly disappointed by his action, but not really surprised. After all, Daryl had said sleep only, and that’s what Aaron was doing. Daryl closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep too, but he couldn’t stop thinking about their last kiss. It had been better than the first. There was so much more feeling in it, more meaningful too.

There was a slight chill in the room, but Daryl hardly felt it. His body was warming him with thoughts of Aaron lying next to him only inches away. He turned on his side, facing Aaron, whose back was to him. Aaron’s arm was laid on his side, on top of the sheet. There was just enough light in the room for Daryl to be able to observe him. Aaron had nice arms, just enough definition to make out the muscles, especially when they flexed. Daryl reached out to touch him, but hesitated, stopped by fear. He had to get past this if anything was going to develop between him and Aaron. He reached out again, but this time he didn’t stop. Instead, he allowed his fingers to lightly trace the contour of Aaron’s arm, starting at the shoulder, and slowly traveling down to his wrist. Daryl pulled his hand away quickly when Aaron moved and rolled onto his back. The sheet had come down, exposing his chest. Daryl let his eyes roam over the lightly muscled body. He’d not seen Aaron like this before, not this close with all the time in the world to observe him.

Seeing that Daryl froze, Aaron took hold of the rough calloused hand and place it on his chest. Then he released him to let Daryl choose what he would do next. It was all up to Daryl. “It’s ok. I don’t mind,” Aaron assured him.

Daryl watched Aaron’s face a moment, until he closed his eyes and appeared to be sleeping, though he wasn’t. It made it easier for Daryl to continue his exploration of another man’s body, something he’d never done before. Aaron made himself accessible to let Daryl move at his own pace. His hand was at the top of Aaron’s chest, right were a very light patch of fuzz grew. Daryl moved his hand, feeling the soft curls tickle his palm. Aaron’s nipples instantly hardened, and this excited Daryl. He’d never seen someone react to his touch before. Curiosity got the best of him, and Daryl let his palm travel over the hard pebbled skin. Aaron’s lips parted and his breathing became a bit hurried, all because of Daryl’s touch. He wanted to know more of Aaron’s body, so his hand traveled lower to Aaron’s flat stomach. The rippling of his abs was light, but he could feel it. Mostly, his flesh was soft and smooth on his stomach. It moved up and down with Aaron’s hurried breath. Daryl wondered what it would feel like to kiss him there, but he didn’t want to go that fast. He was happy just letting his hand explore the fine masculinity of the body next to him.

His hand went just a bit lower, just below Aaron’s bellybutton. He could feel the muscles there clench and relax repeatedly. Daryl looked down and noticed the slight tenting of the sheet. Aaron was hard, and all because of a touch. How could someone become so eager from just a touch? Well, Daryl thought, no one was touching him, yet he had hardened too. Just watching Aaron become excited had made his own body come to life. It was all very erotic, and he liked everything about it.

Daryl looked to Aaron’s face, his eyes closed, lips parted, and whispered his name. “Aaron.” The man’s eyes slowly opened connecting with each other.

“Kiss me,” Aaron whispered in return.

Daryl leaned down, closing the distance between them until their lips touched. His hand still rested on Aaron’s stomach, forgotten for the moment as he concentrated on Aaron’s tongue caressing his own. But he felt the sheet slip lower, and broke the kiss a moment to look. Aaron kicked the sheet away so he was no longer covered. There was a definite bulge beneath the thin material of his boxers. Daryl looked at Aaron again, and the man smiled. “It’s ok if you want to . . .”

Daryl reluctantly tore his eyes away from Aaron’s to look down again. He lifted his hand from Aaron’s stomach, and let it travel over the material until it cupped the very hard cock. Aaron sighed seductively, and pulsed beneath Daryl’s hand. Daryl instinctively knew what to do and began kneading him. He looked back at Aaron’s face, and found him intently watching Daryl to see his reaction. Daryl kissed him again, but this time with a little more force. His hand continued to manipulate Aaron’s lively flesh, and felt Aaron’s hips begin to buck upwards with every stroke, pushing himself into Daryl’s hand. Daryl kept the rhythm constant until Aaron’s body went ridged and he released a strangled moan into Daryl’s mouth. Daryl felt liquid warmth beneath his palm and jerked his hand away in shock. He pulled back from Aaron and watched as the man’s orgasm traveled over his body. Aaron opened his eyes and managed to catch his breath.

Daryl thought he’d done something wrong. “I … I’m sorry,” he said.

“No,” Aaron said in an insistent voice. “No, don’t be. It’s ok. It’s just … been so long and … and I’ve … dreamt of this.”

“You have?” Daryl said, surprised.

“Almost since I first met you,” Aaron admitted. Even in the dark, Daryl could see his face flush red. “I … uh … I … made love to Eric once since you came to town, and I … well … the whole time I … imagined it was you.”

“Oh,” Daryl said. He was at a loss for words.

“I knew things weren’t great between Eric and me, but that’s what made me realize I didn’t and couldn’t love him because … you were all I could think about.”

Daryl huffed a skeptical laugh. “Me? I don’t get why anyone would think about me. I’m just some backwoods redneck.”

Aaron sat up on his elbows. “Are you kidding me? You have no idea just how desirable you are. Do you know how many women there are in town that are hoping you’ll look their way? I wasn’t joking about them pulling straws to see who would get to give you a sponge bath when you were recovering from that fever. They were all lined up.” Aaron stopped to laugh. “You’ve got that whole dark, dangerous, mysterious, handsome, stranger rides in on a Harley thing going on that drives the women mad with lust.”

Daryl plopped back down into his pillow. “Come on, man,” he said, embarrassed.

“No, it’s true. The only problem was they didn’t have any straws.”

That made Daryl laugh. Aaron was good at bringing out the humor in any situation. “Thank goodness for that.”

“And then one of the girls from the food store suggested pulling a name from a hat. You should have seen them scramble for paper and pencils. One woman ran home to grab her gardening hat. It was hilarious.”

Daryl could just imagine it. There he was lying sick and unconscious in bed, and all these women cared about was getting a glimpse. “Did they realize that whoever won would have to wear the hazmat suit?”

“I don’t think they cared,” Aaron said. He turned onto his side and watched Daryl laugh and enjoy the moment. Their eyes connected and the laughter died away. Aaron leaned down and kissed Daryl again. When he broke away, he said seductively, “Looks like I drew the short straw. Lucky me.”

The best thing in the world was kissing Aaron, but Daryl needed control. In one swift movement, he rose up from the bed, forcing Aaron on his back, and continued kissing him with want and need. It suddenly wasn’t enough to lay next to him, and Daryl climbed on top of him. Finally, their bare chests rested against each other, flesh on flesh, warm and masculine scented. They were both hard and their cocks rubbed together beneath their boxers. Aaron’s hands roamed up and down Daryl’s muscled back, his fingers stopping to dig into flesh whenever his hips bucked upward. Daryl mimicked the movements and they were grinding against each other, losing themselves in the moment.

Daryl paused and pulled away to look into Aaron’s eyes. They were a beautiful shade of blue, and right now they were full of desire. Daryl wanted Aaron too, but he just wasn’t sure he could go any further than they were right now. He didn’t want to lead Aaron into thinking that they would either.

“What’s wrong?” Aaron asked before Daryl could speak.

Daryl rolled off of Aaron, once again lying on his back looking at the ceiling. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I mean, I’ve been attracted to someone before, but not with such intensity, and no one has ever returned that attraction. It’s just … it’s a little frightening.”

“That’s why we’ll only go as fast as you want things to advance. I don’t ever want you to feel uncomfortable with me,” Aaron said soothingly.

“I’m not uncomfortable with you in the least, and that’s what is so scary. Out there, I’m Daryl Dixon, rough and tough, no bullshit kind of guy. But here, alone with you, I’m someone I’ve never known before,” Daryl admitted.

“You’re you,” Aaron smiled, turning onto his side to face Daryl. He took up a lock of Daryl’s hair and twisted it between his fingers. “Shall I introduce you to the real Daryl Dixon?” He paused to huff a laugh. “This is who you should have been if your situation was different. This is who you’ve been hiding from all these years. So how does it feel to finally meet your true self?”

“It’s strange. It’s frightening. It’s also liberating.”

“That’s good. I’m glad you’re ok with it.” Aaron laid back down, settling into his pillows again.

The two men laid side by side for a while, each in his own thoughts, enjoying the quiet and the warmth they shared. Aaron seemed content, but Daryl felt himself becoming restless.

“Aaron?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Aaron replied in the dark.

“I think I’m ready.”

“Are you sure? The last time you were ready, I got punched,” Aaron jested.

“Our opportunities like this are few and far between. When’s the next time we’ll be completely alone without worry? I don’t want to waste this time with you,” Daryl said.

“I don’t want to either, but that’s not reason enough to move forward. You can’t force it.”

“I know,” Daryl said. “And I’m scared of the voices coming back. It’s happened every time in the past.”

“Those ghosts have no place here. This time is for you and me only. You have to be in control, and tell them to stay the hell out of our business. Own up to the Daryl in this room with me right now. That Daryl would tell the voices to go the fuck away.”

That made Daryl laugh. Hearing Aaron, who hardly ever cussed, drop the f-bomb struck him as funny.

“I’m serious,” Aaron went on.

“I know you are. I just like hearing you say that.”

“What … fuck?”

“Yeah, you’re usually not so … direct.”

“So, what the fuck? I can’t say fuck?” Aaron joked. He repeated the word a few more times, and while he was distracted Daryl kissed him. Instantly they were caught up in the whirlwind of the moment, heated mouths, slippery tongues, an escaped moan here and there. Aaron broke away and looked deep into Daryl’s eyes. If that was all they could manage, then it was enough.

“How are you feeling right now?” Aaron asked.

“Overwhelmed,” Daryl answered honestly. “As though the voices will start up any moment.”

Aaron kissed his cheek, his jaw, and lower to his neck. “All you assholes, I command you to leave right now,” he whispered unexpectedly. “Go away and leave us alone.” Aaron looked at Daryl again. “How do you feel now?”

“A little more confident, I guess.”

Aaron’s hand slipped down and cupped Daryl through his boxers. “Anything? Any one protesting?”

“They’re trying.”

Aaron turned his attention to the empty space around them. “If anyone has something to say, say it now, but I don’t think it will matter anymore. You can’t harass Daryl without me knowing about it. What you all did to him was wrong, but I’m going to make him realize that there’s nothing wrong with what we’re about to do.” Aaron turned back to Daryl. “We’re not perverts. We have feelings and desires. We deserve to be treated right. I will treat you right, Daryl. I want to show you how beautiful this can be. No one can harm you now. They aren’t real anymore. They are just figments of your imagination. But I’m real, and I want you. I won’t hurt you or belittle you. I’ll be here in the morning with a smile on my face. I’m here to stay because I desire you, because you stir something deep inside me, something I didn’t know existed before.”

Daryl’s heart beat so loudly, he thought it would pump right out of his chest. Here was a man who wanted him, who understood him and his situation. Here was a man he truly thought he could care deeply for, and they were together in this moment. So why wait any longer, he thought to himself. The way the world was now, you never knew when your time was up. Things could all go to hell tomorrow, but tonight it was just him and Aaron. “I … I-I want you too,” he stammered to commit. Daryl felt himself cringe as he waited for the voices to interfere again. This time there was only silence.

“Are they gone?” Aaron asked cautiously.

“Yeah, I think they are.”

Aaron gazed upon him. “We’re doing a lot more than kissing like we were the last time they interrupted.” Aaron was caressing Daryl’s hardened length, his hand slipping through the opening of the boxers, flesh meeting flesh for the first time.

Daryl sucked air between his clenched teeth. “Yeah, we are.”

“So what’s different now than before? Why are the voices leaving you alone?” Aaron asked, his hand becoming more insistent.

“Because this time I know without a doubt that I want you,” Daryl answered.

“And I want you too,” Aaron responded, and he kissed him deep. Hands roamed over each other while their bodies pressed together. Things were heating up quickly. Aaron knew this too. “Will you make love to me, Daryl?”

“Yeah,” Daryl said in a whisper, his hand going to the bulge in Aaron’s boxers.

“First things first,” Aaron said, pulling away. “Don’t move. I gotta get something.” He reluctantly got out of bed, and rushed out of the room.

Daryl laid there for a moment, waiting for the ball to drop. If he started to hear the voices now, he’d never be able to continue. However, all was silent. There was something about Aaron that made this all ok. He’d chased away the phantoms, the one’s that Daryl couldn’t remove by himself. His confidence lever was at an all-time high. As a matter of fact, Daryl was so confident that he took off his boxers and tossed them on the floor. He laid naked on top of the covers, but at the last minute, covered himself from the waist down. He was nervous, but he’d do anything not to appear that way. And what the hell was Aaron doing?

A few minutes later, Aaron came back in the room, holding a tube in his hand. He set it on the nightstand and crawled back into bed. “What’s that?” Daryl asked.

“That’s lubricant.”

“And you brought it with you?” Daryl asked.

“Actually, I had it with me the first time we were here,” Aaron said shyly.

“A little bit presumptuous, don’t you think?” Daryl was trying to embarrass him. It was lightening the mood too.

“A man can dream can’t he? Besides, you should be thanking me or we might be searching through the kitchen for something unconventional about now,” Aaron laughed.

“Let me see that,” Daryl demanded. Aaron handed the bottle to him and he looked it over carefully. “Quick Slick … for your dick.” Daryl huffed. “What the hell?”

“I was lucky I came across it during one of my runs. I was in a store, and it just happened to catch my eye. I guess in an apocalypse, no one is thinking about sex lube.” Aaron explained.

“No one but you, you horn-dog.” Daryl narrowed his eyes at him. “What kind of a store were you in? It’s not like they sell this at the neighborhood pharmacy.”

“Alright, if you must know, it was an adult toy store. I got curious. No one ever thinks of looking in the sex shop for supplies, and it just happened to be there,” Aaron confessed.

“So, was this before or after we met?” Daryl asked as a challenge.

“What does it matter when I–”

Daryl rolled onto Aaron, keeping the sheet over them, and pinned him to the bed. “Before or after?” Daryl threatened slowly.

“After,” Aaron answered reluctantly.

Daryl popped the hinged lid up and sniffed it. It had no smell. Then he put a little on his finger and swirled it between his forefinger and his thumb. It was thick, but not oily, water-based he figured. “Do I use this on you or me?”

“Well, either or both. Depends on who tops and who will bottom. Definitely more beneficial to the bottom. You can’t go in dry, if you know what I mean.”

He did know, and he tried to bury the thought that popped into his head, but it was the only thing he had to compare this to.

“Hey, you ok?” Aaron asked. Daryl must have had an odd look on his face.

“Yeah, just remembering something. Jay … he didn’t … he spit in his hand, and that was all.”

“Hey,” Aaron said, furrowing his brow. “There’s no room for him here. This night belongs to you and me only.”

Daryl gave it some thought, and knew Aaron was right. “Yeah, ok,” Daryl agreed, and thought about the fact that Aaron was being very careful with their situation. That alone made Daryl feel more at ease, to know this man cared enough to consider it.

“I think for our first time, you are the one who needs the control,” Aaron said.

Daryl imagined what it would be like to let Aaron take him, and the thought of being pinned down made him really nervous. “Ok,” Daryl answered, not sure what else to say.

“That means you’ll need the lube … on yourself and me,” Aaron advised.

“Ok,” Daryl said again, repeating his other answer.

“Good. Well then, we’ll need to get naked,” Aaron said.

Daryl smiled like the Cheshire cat. “You’ve got some catching up to do.” He threw aside his inhibitions with the sheet that covered him, revealing himself to Aaron.

Aaron gasped slightly, unable to contain himself at finally seeing what Daryl really looked like. He took his own boxers off, and they both laid naked on top of the covers. There was plenty of time to get to the good part, but for now, Aaron wanted to explore.

Daryl watched as Aaron took him in his hand and stroked up and down his hardening shaft. It felt so good being held in Aaron’s warm hand, and he mimicked the moves, taking Aaron in his hand. Aaron sucked a breath in through clenched teeth.

“Maybe we need that dick slick now,” Daryl suggested.

“If we do that, we may not get very far before … you know.”

“That’s alright. We got the entire night don’t we?” Daryl said slyly.

“Mmm, I like your way of thinking.” Aaron reached for the bottle, opened it, and poured some into each of their hands. They moved closer to each other, and started applying the lube to one another. It was the most erotic thing Daryl had ever experienced. Aaron bit down on his lower lip, that pouty lip that tasted so good. Daryl increased his stroke, and Aaron threw his head back, releasing a breathy moan. Daryl was answered with a quickened stroking from Aaron, and felt his balls harden. Aaron was right. They wouldn’t last long.

Aaron moved closer still, so that they were against each other, chest to chest. He took both cocks in his hand, and stroked them together. Daryl looked down and watched. It was too much. He could hardly hold back. He assaulted Aaron’s mouth with his own, pushed Aaron’s hand onto his cock and took Aaron in his hand again.  They stroked one another, sometimes taking both in their hand, sometimes their own. They traded back and forth, reveling in the feeling as it escalated. In the end, each man held the other and stroked vigorously.

“Come with me,” Aaron whispered, nipping at Daryl’s chin.

“I’m there. Oh God, I’m so there,” Daryl told him breathlessly.

“Oh yeah,” Aaron answered.

They both went rigid and cried out obscenities as they came together. Sticky warmth spread between them, and they jumped and pulsed within each other’s palms. Daryl kept his eyes shut, not wanting the moment to end, but the wave had passed and the sea surrounding him began to calm.

“Fuck, that felt good,” Daryl finally said.

“And this is only the beginning. Like you said, we got all night.”

They laid side by side, letting their bodies regenerate before they continued with the evening’s activities. They were silent for a while, but it was a comfortable silence. The room was warm, so they stayed on top of the covers. Aaron twirled a piece of Daryl’s hair between his fingers again.

“You like doing that, don’t you?” Daryl asked.

“It relaxes me, although I’m pretty relaxed as it is.” He released the lock of hair and turned onto his side, observing Daryl in the pale light. “How did I get so lucky? I mean, you could have been anywhere else in the world, but here you are by my side. What are the odds? It’s like this was meant to be, you know?”

“I don’t know how it happened. Luck, fate, some kind of divine intervention, whatever it was, I don’t think about it much. There are too many other times in my life that none of those things came into play. For so long I’ve felt like I’ve been out there alone. You’re the second person to understand me and accept me for who I am.”

“The second?” Aaron asked surprised. There was no jealousy in his tone, just curiosity.

“I only told one person, Beth.”

“Oh, the girl you traveled with. You mentioned her to me once a long time ago. She must have been very special,” Aaron said, trying to get Daryl to open up about her. If she was special to Daryl, Aaron wanted to know more about her too.

“She was just a kid, but she had a very old soul. While we were out there surviving, I felt it was my job to protect her and get her somewhere safe. In the end, she did that for me.” Daryl stared up at the ceiling, looking through drywall and wood, as though he was seeing her again, as a smile barely formed on his lips.

“I wish I could have met her. She sounds like an extraordinary girl.”

“Maggie is her sister,” Daryl blurted out, as though he’d just remembered that bit of information.

“Oh, I didn’t know that. Maybe we can get together sometime and reminisce.”

Daryl shook his head slowly. “Maggie won’t talk too much about her. She’s still hurting. It was a terrible scene, the way Beth died. We were right there. We were about to negotiate with these people who had her. We had some of theirs, they had Beth. All we had to do was make the trade and leave, but in the last seconds before that, everything went crazy. Beth ended up getting shot in the head. She didn’t feel a thing, dropped to the floor like a sack of flour. I was standing right there. Her blood splattered on me. At first, I was in shock, couldn’t wrap it around my brain. Then I went to her, and I knew she was gone. I picked her up and carried her out of that place. The other’s, Maggie being one of them, were outside waiting for us to come out. I’ll never forget Maggie’s face. She was smiling at first, tears streaking down her face because she was so happy we found Beth and we were bringing her home. But then her smile disappeared and turned to shock when she saw her sister’s limp body in my arms. Maggie fell to her knees and screamed to the heavens. It was the worst moment in my life, even worse than being raped. It almost felt like it was my fault. I should have protected her, kept her safe like before. I know now there was nothing I could have done to stop that bullet. We left and buried her under a tree. Everyone said a little something before we left. It was the first time I ever told anyone I loved them.” Daryl finished his story and laid silent in the dark. Aaron reached out and took his hand.

“The world sneaks up on us once in a while, doesn’t it?” Aaron said.

“More often than naught,” Daryl said, a slight quiver in his voice. He turned to look at Aaron. “Hey, I didn’t mean to bring the mood down.”

“No, it alright. I’m glad you told me. Makes me feel closer to you,” Aaron said. He squeezed Daryl’s hand to reassure him.

“You know, there’s not many people I trust in this world, but I trust you more than any of them. You’re special, Aaron, and I … I’m glad I found you.” That was hard for Daryl to admit. He wasn’t one for expressing his feelings, but something provoked him to say this to Aaron, as though he needed the man to know. Maybe it was the fact that he never got to tell Beth his true feelings. He would always regret it. He didn’t want to regret anything with Aaron, just in case.

Aaron smiled and the corners of his eyes crinkled. “I’m glad you’re in my life now too.” Emotions were running a little high, and Aaron thought it might be a good idea to break it up a bit. He got up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “I’m gonna grab us some wine. I’ll be right back.”

Daryl watched him stroll naked from the bedroom. One would never know the fine body beneath the geeky clothes Aaron usually wore, but he was glad he knew now. Aaron disappeared around the corner, and Daryl closed his eyes.

Maybe it was because he was just talking about her, but he suddenly saw a vision of Beth. In the past, his visions showed her as pallid and sometimes bloody, but she looked healthy and happy. Her skin was glowing and she smiled at him with the radiance of an angel.

“Are you happy?” she asked in her ethereal voice. It seemed to echo softly in his mind.

“For the first time, yeah, I am,” he confessed.

“I like him. He’ll be good for you. He’s going to help you overcome your doubts and insecurities. Hang on to that man as long as you can, and let yourself be happy with him. Don’t hold back any more. It’s ok. You’re safe here. No one will harm you or get through your thoughts. This place, this cabin, it’s your safe haven. Remember that. Now go on and enjoy what time you two have left before tomorrow comes.” As she finished speaking, she slowly faded, but her smile stayed brilliant until he could no longer see her.

Feeling a sudden boost of self-confidence, Daryl got out of bed and walked around the expensively decorated bedroom. What were the odds of finding a place like this? Not the fancy layout or the costly decorations and furniture. That didn’t matter to Daryl. But the fact that this place was extremely well hidden, and no one had come upon it after all this time, that’s what was odd. Even walkers didn’t come this far, not yet anyways. Daryl and Aaron were very lucky to have this hideaway. There was no reason to hold back here. This was a sanctuary where Daryl could be himself, his true self. For a long time, he thought he’d lost his opportunity. For many years, he was confused. Aaron brought everything into the light. With Aaron, everything made sense. He didn’t want to lose that. He’d do everything in his power not to lose it. It was time, he thought, time to come full circle, to embrace what he’d run from all his life, time to become the man that Aaron saw in him. Daryl wouldn’t let his past ruin things for him. Beth was right, he was safe here, if nowhere else.

Aaron came back into the bedroom, a bottle of wine in each hand, and looking at the labels. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want the red or the white, so I brought one of each so we could–” His breath hitched when he looked up and found Daryl standing by the bed, naked, and eyes smoldering. “You’re up,” he said, his eyes roaming along Daryl’s body. “Wow, you’re really … up.”

Daryl was upon him in two long strides, took the bottles from Aaron’s hands, and set them on the dresser. “I want you,” he whispered, and he kissed the side of Aaron’s neck. “And don’t ask me if I’m sure anymore.”

“Ok, mental note to self,” Aaron jested, but Daryl ignored his humor this time, as he captured Aaron’s mouth and kissed him with such passion. “I’ve got to go get the wine more often.”

Daryl walked Aaron to the bed and pushed him down. Then he crawled on top of Aaron’s body. They contoured against each other, cocks rubbing together as both men gyrated their hips. Aaron threw his arm back, without looking, and grabbed at things on the nightstand until he had the tube of lubricant. He had to push Daryl off of him. Daryl was lost in the moment, devouring the flesh of Aaron’s neck, and reveling in the feel of Aaron’s swollen lips.

“You know where this goes,” Aaron said, handing Daryl the tube. While Daryl poured a little lube in his palm and spread it over his cock, Aaron slid out from under him and sat on the bed with his knees tucked beneath him.

Daryl poured out a little more and reached for Aaron’s cock, but was stopped. “Wait,” Aaron said. “I won’t be needing that there.” He stood on his knees and turned his back to Daryl. Daryl stood on his knees too, and surrounded Aaron with one arm. Aaron took the hand with the lube and directed it to his backside. “Here,” Aaron advised.

Even though he’d never done this before, Daryl understood. He caressed the offered bum, getting it good and slippery. Aaron seemed to like the effect, as he pushed his ass out a little, arching his back as he did.

“I … don’t usually take this position. I mean, I have, but it’s been a long time. In other words, take this slow, ok?”

“I will,” Daryl replied. With Aaron still upright, he pulled him against his chest and kissed his neck. Aaron’s hand reached back, hand grabbing a fistful of Daryl’s dark hair.

“It’s ok if you want to explore. I’m all yours, Daryl. Do what you want. Control me,” Aaron said seductively.

Daryl’s hand moved from Aaron’s ass to his own dick, rubbing and stroking. Aaron leaned forward until he was on hands and knees on the bed. Daryl spread the man’s buttocks and found what he was looking for. Take his time, Aaron had said. Well, perhaps he should start out with his fingers. Daryl kneaded the pleasurable spot, finger dipping inside, making Aaron come to life. He moaned and Daryl knew he was doing the right thing. He added another finger and made Aaron suck a breath in through his teeth. He started pushing back against Daryl’s hand. The lube made everything very slippery, and his fingers went in with ease. Now for the next step.

Daryl stroked his cock a few times, reapplying the lubricant, and brought his head to Aaron’s entrance. He teased for a moment, and Aaron’s response was enticing as he pushed back. Daryl pushed in a little further. Aaron was tight, but shit, it felt so good. It was warm and slick. He pushed in a bit more and pulled out, repeating the movements until he slid in easily. With every thrust, he went in a little more and a little more until he was about halfway in. Aaron was adjusting well, and coached him by telling him to go deeper. Inch by inch, Daryl slid into Aaron’s body, sliding out and letting Aaron get used to him. The next time Daryl went in, Aaron surprised him and pushed back. Suddenly, Daryl was completely engulfed in the tight space.

“Oh God, that’s like heaven,” Daryl moaned.

“Lean back on your knees,” Aaron suggested, and he helped guide Daryl in the sitting position without letting him pull out. Aaron was now sitting on Daryl’s lap, back to front. He moved up and down Daryl’s cock, and Daryl figured out to thrust up as Aaron came down. His hand reached back for Daryl, cupping the back of his head, and pulling his face towards him. Aaron turned his head, and they kissed awkwardly in that position. They kept their rhythm going, not missing a beat. After a few more strokes, Aaron stopped him. “This feels phenomenal, but I want to see you. I want to see your face.”

“Alright,” Daryl said in complete euphoria.

Aaron lifted himself off, and Daryl instantly missed the heat and the tightness. He watched Aaron lay down on the bed and take Daryl’s arms, pulling him down onto him. Aaron lifted his legs so his ankles rested at Daryl’s hips. Daryl’s body fell right into place, and he reentered Aaron. Both men let out a moan. They set their rhythm.

Daryl couldn’t believe how good it felt. He’d only dreamt of it, and this was nothing like what he’d imagined. Aaron’s face was pure ecstasy, enjoying every thrust, every stroke. Daryl moved a little faster, but he didn’t want to hurt Aaron. After all, he wasn’t the one being used as a sheath.

Aaron’s eyes opened and went straight to Daryl’s. “I’m almost there. You?”

Yes, he was, Daryl thought. He could come at any moment, and he nodded his answer to Aaron.

“Good,” Aaron said between heavy breaths. “Go deep. Fuck me all the way. Hit me in that place. Do it now,” Aaron demanded.

Daryl adjusted his position and pushed all the way in until his balls touched Aaron’s ass. He felt muscles clench and release, stroking his dick from within. “Aaron … oh shit, Aaron,” Daryl called out.

“Oh … yeah, that’s it,” Aaron said in a strangled voice. “Right there.”

Daryl stayed deep, making short fast strokes. Aaron’s feet clamped around Daryl’s waist. He cried out several times, and Daryl felt his orgasm through his inside muscles. His own orgasm came on, and he felt liquid heat surround his cock. He looked down in time to see Aaron spill between them, covering his own chest with his pearly essence. Both bodies went rigid. Daryl’s hips thrust forward involuntarily several times as he poured every last drop into Aaron’s body. Then, Aaron pulled him down so he was laying on top of him. Aaron’s arms surrounded Daryl’s back, stroking him with his fingers along Daryl’s spine. Daryl was out of breath.

Aaron held him there, letting Daryl soften inside while they regulated their breathing. Then he smiled against Daryl’s neck. “You were magnificent. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so good.”

“I know I haven’t,” Daryl replied, and they laughed lightly together. “Shit, I ain’t never came so hard before.”

“Yeah, I kind of made a mess of myself,” Aaron said, referring to his sticky chest.

“I … uh … I never knew we could do it face to face,” Daryl admitted shyly.

“Oh, there’s all kinds of positions we can get into. I had you start out with the basic first.”

“I like basic,” Daryl smiled, his long hair hanging in his eyes, damp with sweat.

“I do too,” Aaron smiled back, pushing Daryl’s hair from his face and tucking it behind his ear. He looked longingly into Daryl’s eyes. “I … I think … every moment we’ve spent together, no matter what we’re doing, I … I just never want it to end. I want to be with you all the time. And now … it’s like we have this bond between us, like we can read each other or something. That’s not just simple attraction or lust. It’s much deeper than that.”

Daryl didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say, but he knew what he felt, and it was exactly as Aaron just described.

Aaron broke eye contact and turned his head to the side. “I’m sorry, I know it’s kind of soon to be talking like this. I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s ok if you don’t feel the same.”

Daryl stopped him by taking Aaron’s chin and turning his head so they faced each other again. “But I do.”

They kissed slowly and passionately, feeling all the things they just described to each other. Reluctantly, Daryl pulled from Aaron and came to rest by his side. They contoured against each other, Daryl’s front to Aaron’s back. Daryl’s arm was draped across Aaron’s waist, and Aaron’s hand rested on it.

“You know the one thing I’m truly thankful for?” Aaron asked.

“What’s that?”

“This Daryl, right here, right now, I’m the only one who gets to see him, and I kind of like that. You’re mine now, all mine.”

“And I ain’t going nowhere,” Daryl whispered with a smile. Then they both fell into a light slumber while the night passed into morning.

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