13 July 2015

Hands



Family. That's what he, Daryl, and Michonne were and nobody seemed to understand it or like it. Rick neither needed nor wanted approval but he had begun to wonder how it was going to affect his job and Michonne was wondering how it would affect hers. Daryl didn't have to wonder. Living with a cop and a black woman with rumors swirling that he was fucking one or both of them had soundly gotten him fired from his job as a mechanic and disowned by his family.
It was beginning to look to Rick like disowning Daryl was a good thing. Since none of them would talk to him now, not even his brother, Merle, he was no longer ashamed to be seen with either Rick, Michonne, or both, in public. He'd been liberated, even if that did make him a 'nigger loving homo' according to his people and the community. With that liberation came a change in attitude. He was no longer hesitant to stand close to Rick, or even brush against him outside of the bedroom, where he was still a bit reserved when it came to sexual contact between himself and Rick.
"Guys," Michonne said, coming home. Daryl had dinner in the oven and was now scouring want ads for a new job. Neither she nor Rick were rushing him to find employment, especially in a small hick town full of racists and homophobes, but he was the kind of man who needed to feel like he was pulling his weight, something Michonne and Rick both respected. Rick could see being unemployed was bothering Daryl. He'd jokingly referred to himself as the cleaning lady one afternoon, when Rick had come home from work, looking guilty for not having anything in the way of money to put toward living expenses.
"Hey, Baby," Rick said, reading the comics section of the paper and laughing at something.
"I've gotten a job offer from Page, Page, and Brewster in Atlanta," she said. "Let's blow this small town coop and move to the city where we can be ourselves without all the judgment."
Daryl immediately looked to Rick, a man he deferred to often, which only proved to Rick he felt like a guest in the house rather than a member of the family, which bothered Rick. How was he and Michonne supposed to change that, make him feel like he was part of them and not just with them until they were ready to kick him to the curb?
"Depends on what Daryl wants," Rick said.
"Why?" Daryl asked.
"You've lost more than we have," Michonne said. "Your family disowned you, you've lost your job, nobody wants to hire you."
"If we can go somewhere and start fresh we'd do it for you," Rick added.
He looked down, hiding the emotion in his eyes. Rick remembered the argument they'd had a few days after they first bedded down for the night, asking why the fuck Rick and Michonne tried so hard to convince him they really cared about 'somebody like' him. Rick had only once answer—he was loved and he deserved it. Daryl still didn't know how to process that and it broke both Rick and Michonne's hearts.
"I'll go where you guys go," he finally said.
"We go where you go," Rick countered. "Here or there? The choice is yours."
He mulled it over, looked at the page with the jobs he was qualified to do, had the GED required for him to get, and knew that none of them would hire him. He didn't believe in freeloading, which Rick knew was why he kept the house sterile enough for a surgeon to operate in, and kept them full with really good home cooked meals, so he wouldn't feel like he was taking advantage. Though Rick and Michonne both made enough money for the bills and then plenty more, especially Michonne with her salary damn near quadrupling Rick's, Daryl had still insisted on paying the electric bill and keeping them supplied with household items.
"Atlanta," Daryl finally answered.
"Great. Rick, you put in for a transfer, I'll take that job, Daryl…I want some time in the sack with you."
"You two go ahead, I'll keep an eye on dinner," Rick said, wanting to relax with the paper. He'd fuck Michonne later that night. She'd be up for it, more likely than not. If she wasn't, he'd beat off and they'd make it a little more exciting by watching. "Just leave the door open so I can hear."
"Roast won't be done for another hour," Daryl said. "Come with us. Watch."
Rick nodded, knowing that once the moans and the slapping of flesh started he'd end up in there anyway-if he hadn't fallen asleep at the table. He'd finished the comic anyway so he set it on the table. "I'm tired, though."
"Ain't gotta do nothin', man."
Michonne was in the mood for cuddles and tenderness today. Rick lay there, trying not to fall asleep while Daryl very gently licked her pussy and rubbed at her legs. He ran his hands along her back, massaging the muscles there, his dick straining against the thin cotton of his gym shorts. Michonne was encouraging him to try different styles of clothes, and she'd also gotten him to cut his hair. Now, as Rick lay beside them, watching them with heavy eyes, he had to admit it—he was in love with Daryl Dixon as much as he was Michonne, and he thought Daryl was beginning to feel the same for him. He was, in fact, in love with the life they were living, how normal and good it felt to be with the two of them, because they each gave him different things, different types of friendship. He and Daryl had become buddies and he enjoyed that.
Michonne lay with her eyes closed, face down, while Daryl leaned up and tugged his muscle shirt off. He pulled his shorts down, releasing his erection, and Rick felt the tug of Daryl's gaze pull his eyes from Michonne's incredibly perfect ass to his incredibly blue, kind eyes. Daryl didn't usually make eye contact with Rick in the bedroom, and this was a sign that he was progressing in his relationship with them. Rick just didn't realize, yet, how much Daryl had progressed. They shared a smile before Rick's eyes traveled to that thick dick and huge ballsack of Daryl's, feeling a slight stirring in his own cock in anticipation of what was about to happen. The other man leaned over Michonne and positioned himself between her parted legs.
"How do you need it, Baby?" Daryl asked with such tenderness Rick felt it tug at his heart. It was good to see her being satisfied by a man who loved her every bit as much as he did.
"Slow, soft," she said. "I need to feel loved after all the shit that was said to me today."
"Somebody said something?" Daryl said, his voice tinged with anger.
"Stuff I want to forget. Make love to me?" she asked.
Daryl was very gentle in the way he eased into Michonne, pulling a very light, wispy sigh out of her. Rick felt his eyelids drifting, felt like he was being rocked to sleep by the way Daryl moved the bed. Then something he didn't expect to happen did—Daryl took hold of his hand and held it while he made love to Michonne.
This awoke Rick in a way that adrenaline alone couldn't. Curiosity cleared the cobwebs of his mind while he held Daryl's hand in his. Daryl didn't like too much contact with Rick during sex, but now here he was, holding his hand, something that wasn't overtly sexual. In fact, it wasn't sexual it all. This wasn't about stimulation to get off—this was about feelings—and it wasn't lost on Rick. Daryl wanted to be closer to him on an emotional level, and damn if something as simple as holding his hand while he fucked their woman didn't make Rick feel as though Daryl had actually touched his soul as well as his flesh. He felt a swell of love for Daryl that encompassed everything he knew about love. Brotherly love, yes, he felt it right then. The love of a friend, the love of a lover, as well. He felt it all, and it made his chest ache with joy. He was, Rick realized, just fucking head over heels in love with both Daryl and Michonne and now he knew, without a doubt, that Daryl was in love with him, too. He didn't have to say the words. It was all being spoken right there, in that one gesture of holding his hand as he moved inside Michonne.
Rick eased down into the bed and stroked hair away from Daryl's forehead, stroked his back, played a hand over Daryl's bouncing ass as he rode the moaning woman beneath him, desperate for contact, desperate to be tender with Daryl, to love him with his touch, his gaze, his kiss, his entire being. Their faces were so close now, with Michonne's eyes still closed. She'd pushed her ass up, giving Daryl even more access to her, while he still slowly rode her, rolling his hips with gentle strokes that satisfied her needs. Rick had only ever lightly pecked Daryl on the lips before. Now he did so again, and then moaned when Daryl opened his mouth, not deepening the kiss himself but waiting to see if Rick would do it—and he did.
That first touching of tongues wit Daryl sent a jolt straight through Rick's heart and his dick. He moaned and Michonne looked up, saw what they were doing, and uttered an obscenity that gave voice to the lust their kissing inspired inside of her. The roll of Daryl's hips increased until he was hard fucking her, she climaxed, moaning hard under Daryl.
"Oh, God, that was so fucking sexy," she said.
Rick agreed. "Daryl…anything I can do for you?"
"You can suck my dick," he said, and smiled, very slightly, since Michonne finished earlier than usual and he was still hard and in need of attention. He was doing that a lot lately, smiling, more than at any time Rick had ever seen in the many years he'd been acquainted with, and then gotten to know, Daryl.
"You want me to take your cock in my mouth?" he asked, his voice getting gruff with lust while Daryl nodded at him.
They changed positions, Michonne at the head of the bed, naked, rubbing her cunt with her fingers while she watched Rick undress. Daryl lay back, clearly nervous, but doing something that he'd been curious about for a long time now. Rick was curious too, amazed at how this new act excited him so, made his dick hard as stone. Michonne's juices were all over Daryl's cock and balls and he licked them clean. He also took Daryl throat deep into his mouth, feeling the other man's cock tight as a drum, his skin sensitive to every breath, every stroke of Rick's tongue.
It wasn't just having something new to do—it was the man himself—and it was the feeling behind Daryl's eyes, that made the ache in Rick's body so sweet.
"I love you, Michonne," Rick said, drawing his tongue along Daryl's balls. "I love you, Daryl," he added, dragging his tongue up the sensitive underside of his shaft before gripping him tightly.
He didn't expect an answer from Daryl, but after four intense months of living together, getting to know one another, making this commitment to one another, it didn't completely surprise Rick to hear the shyly spoken words from Daryl. "I love you guys, too."
Rick began bobbing his head, sucking hard on the head of Daryl's cock while squeezing the base, pumping him. Daryl's moans filled the room along with the wet sound of Rick working his cock, and the wetter sounds of Michonne's pussy play.
"Fuck…fuck…" Daryl ground out, feeling Rick work him harder, faster. He was gonna come and Rick wanted to be the one to get him there.
"I wanna come on your face," Daryl panted, running his hands through Rick's hair.
Once again they switched positions, Rick now on his back while Daryl straddled him, his cock in hand, working himself hard while he stared Rick in the eye. That connection that they felt, in that moment, as they gazed at one another, is what drove Daryl over the edge, drove him to spill his seed all over Rick's baby smooth face and his pouty lips with loud moans echoing through the room.
Michonne was still watching, fingering herself so fast, rocking her hips hard enough to shake the bed, that she was reaching a second climax.
Daryl leaned down, kissed Rick long and deep, making Michonne moan even louder. He tasted his own cum on the other man's face, smelled his musk mingle with Rick's aftershave, and then trailed kisses down Rick's chest, over his flat stomach, to the hairy patch over his pulsing cock. All hesitation about what Rick was to him was now gone. Daryl was done denying what he felt and what he needed. These were his partners and he fucking loved them, and that made the anxiety go away, made the excitement intense, made the desire so deep it thrilled him without fear.
He'd never sucked a dick before but he knew what felt good when it was done to him so he did it to Rick. Daryl played with Rick's balls, enjoyed his flavor, lapped at the pre-come dribbling from the head of his dick. He knew Rick didn't have long. The man had been hard, excited, for too long, to hold out. He was staring Daryl in the eye now, watching the long shaft of his cock go into Daryl's mouth, felt him hit the back of the man's throat, rocked his hips as Daryl stilled and allowed Rick to fuck his sweet mouth. He tightened his lips, and sometimes sucked hard, making Rick grunt with the need to finally come.
"Daryl…" Rick moaned.
Daryl refused to move, determined to have Rick shoot his load down his throat, and that's exactly what happened. He took it like a good boy, that load, swallowed every drop, suckled to get more out, until there was literally nothing left. When he released Rick's cock out with a loud, wet, popping sound Michonne lost it. She wasn't normally a squirter but seeing her men suck each other off, and kiss, had added an element of pleasure to it that got her off better than she'd ever gotten off before. Rick reached up and swiped her pussy with fast strokes, over her surging juices hard and fast as she came, making it a sloshy mess as it gushed out and sprayed both him and Daryl in the face and chest like a geyser, making them both laugh. She finally collapsed onto the bed, sweating, panting for breath, as did Daryl and Rick, all of them thoroughly satisfied.
"It's official," Michonne said, as she struggled to get her breath back. "We're lovers, all three of us, together. I've never been happier. Or hungrier. Let's eat naked and get our strength up for round two."
"Sounds good to me," Daryl said, and kissed her, then Rick, before jumping out of the bed.
Rick watched his lovers enter the kitchen, their cute naked asses bouncing. He'd never been so damn happy either.

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