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Rick wandered through Alexandria, taking in every part of the town. He'd been home for a week now, there was so many people to talk to, so much to catch up on.
The fact that Negan was free and allowed to walk alone was the biggest shock. But everyone seemed to trust him, even Maggie did reluctantly after he apparently helped them with a group they called the Reapers. Plus, Negan and Daryl seemed to be close friends. To the point that Daryl opted to move in with Negan to let Rick and Michonne be alone with the kids.
So Rick tried to accept him.
Rick and Michonne tried to fit back into place, but it didn't take long to figure out they had both changed too much to just go back to how things were before. So Rick moved into the attic room, he wanted to stay near the kids he had missed seeing grow up.
And with the kids in their classes, Rick decided to explore, his feet taking him to the wall of the dead at the back of the town. It had gotten so much longer, nearly taking up two entire panels with names. Not all of them he knew, but there were so many he did. The ones he didn't still sent a stab of grief through him. They had a hand in his children's lives, and in the survival of the town he was able to come home to. He owed them everything.
"Negan— stop—"
The call pulled Rick from his thoughts, his body suddenly on high alert. The wall of the dead was surrounded by houses and other buildings Rick hadn't explored yet. There was nobody around. This was the perfect place for Negan to hurt someone, and nobody would know.
The blade slipped from his prosthetic without a second thought as he moved towards the sounds coming from nearby: gasping and low voices.
Negan's deep chuckle reached him, then a groan.
Shit.
Rick rushed forward, turning the corner to where he could see Negan pressing Daryl against a wall, surrounded by clean laundry, hiding what he was doing.
Rick shifted his hand. Negan didn't have any weapons on him, and it was only a few feet he could attack, at least distracting Negan long enough for Daryl to get the upper hand.
"Anyone— shit, anyone could see us." Daryl's voice made Rick freeze in place.
"That's part of the thrill, Darlin'."
Rick peered at them both, Daryl was smiling, relaxed with Negan's body pressed flush against him holding Daryl pressed against the back of a house. Negan nuzzled into Daryl's neck, the hand moving down Daryl's pants was opening them languidly, sliding his hand in to grasp Daryl's dick.
Daryl's eyes were closed and his mouth open in a small 'o', hips rocking into the hand.
He wasn't trying to push Negan away. Did he want it?
Shit.
Rick should walk away, leave them to their… fun, but something kept him in place.
"You like that, Darlin'?" Negan purred, the words sending heat rushing down, filling Rick's cock.
The smirk he gave Daryl should have turned Rick off, but with his hand still stroking Daryl, Rick's cock was getting painfully hard.
Then Daryl's eyes opened, and even from the short distance, Rick could see they were so dark and full of lust.
"S'too publ—" Daryl started then Negan adjusted his hand pulling a broken moan from Daryl. "Fu—ck—"
"What were you saying?"
"Shut up." Daryl looked at Negan with a smirk that turned back into a gasp when Negan continued stroking him.
Rick's hand drifted to the tent in his pants, hissing as he pressed down against his own cock through his pants. He shouldn't be watching this. He should go.
Negan leaned in, kissing up Daryl's jaw. Daryl tensed, his eyes going wide and darting around. Daryl said something Rick couldn't hear, then he relaxed into Negan's touch and nodded.
Negan dropped to his knees.
Rick cursed under his breath. He was moving before he could think about it, pushing his hand into his pants, leaning against the wall with one shoulder and stroking his cock using the pre-cum as slick.
"Negan—" Daryl's shout was cut off but his own hand over his mouth. Negan ignored him in favor of opening Daryl's zipper and Daryl's hard cock sprung out.
"Fuck," Rick gasped. Daryl was big, thick, uncut, and Rick wondered how full he would feel with that inside him. He bit his lip to keep from making any noise, ignoring the small voice in the back of his head that tried to remind him he shouldn't be watching this, and he definitely shouldn't be touching himself. But he wasn't sure he could walk away.
"No underwear, Darlin'?" Negan asked, licking at the head of Daryl's cock. Rick swiped his thumb over the head of his own dick in response.
Daryl let out a moan that Rick wanted to memorize, the noise sending heat rushing through Rick. Daryl pushed a fist into his mouth just as Negan sucked Daryl's cock into his mouth. Slowly. Inch by inch. Looking up at Daryl the entire time.
Rick fisted his dick, watching Negan's cheeks puff out, this eyes water as he couldn't breathe, but took Daryl deeper.
Rick could practically taste bitter pre-cum on his own tongue. He wanted that heavy cock weighing down his own tongue. He wondered if he could make Daryl moan like that.
Lost in the sensation, Daryl threaded a hand into Negan's hair, holding him in place. Rick wished he had another hand so he could touch his own hair, imagining it as Daryl holding him still. Or Negan holding him in place while Daryl fucked Rick's mouth.
Negan closed his eyes and leaned into the touch sending more heat through Rick.
Daryl started rocking into Negan's mouth and he met him at every thrust. Rick's eyes were locked on Daryl's cock disappearing into Negan's mouth as his hand sped up to match their speed.
Until Daryl let out a broken moan, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Rick watched his eyes roll back, watched Negan swallow every drop. The pressure exploded and warm cum covered Rick's hand and pants.
Rick leaned against the wall, struggling to catch his breath, his knees trembling, threatening to collapse.
His hand was sticky, his pants were full of cum. He needed to go clean up, away from here.
And to never ever think about what he’d just done.
Movement pulled him back to see Negan standing and kissing Daryl, licking into his mouth making Daryl taste himself on Negan's tongue. "I need to fuck you."
The image of Daryl bent over and being fucked by Negan flashed into his mind, making his dick twitch with interest already.
Rick turned away, the sticky cum in his pants made moving uncomfortable. Was it already soaking through? He ran anyway, back home through the buildings. It was only pure luck that he made it without anyone seeing him, and that nobody was home.
He stripped and climbed into the still cold shower, pressing his forehead against the tiles.
Negan and Daryl fucking should be more of a shock, and though it was, to an extent, secretly watching them and masturbating was multiple kinds of wrong that their relationship could never be.
He should have left. He'd never done anything like that before.
It was a massive invasion of privacy. What the hell would he have done if they saw him?
Yet, he was so very aware that they were going to fuck. He could picture it, Daryl bent over his bed, Negan's fingers inside him. Would Daryl be nosier behind locked doors? Would Negan run his mouth more if it wasn't so busy? Would he talk about how good Daryl looked? How many fingers would he get inside Daryl to stretch him open before fucking him?
Rick's hand wrapped around his dick again, already growing hard.
Then dropped it and turned the shower on cold. He couldn't do that again and look Daryl in the eyes.
Negan he didn't care about.
At least, that's what he tried to tell himself.
Daryl sighed as he dropped his cigarette on the ground, crushing it beneath his boot. Footsteps had him spinning around to Negan, pulling a smile to his lips.
"Hey Darlin'," Negan greeted. "Smoking by the laundry? Nablia will stab you."
Daryl winced. He hadn't considered that. But Negan was chuckling and leaned in. Daryl accepted the kiss he offered, though they didn't need to find places to meet in secret anymore, considering Daryl had moved in with him a few days before.
They had been planning on coming out to the town, and he had been terrified of how his family were going to take the two of them. Nobody blinked an eye when Daryl chose his house to move into, making him more confident in coming out about this to everyone.
Daryl was grateful for Rick and Michonne's return, giving him an excuse to make the leap. Carol offered her spare room, but Ezekiel's tight smile behind her told him exactly what the ex-king thought of that. And the idea of being able to be in Negan's bed every night that Daryl wasn't out hunting was too enticing.
Negan deepened the kiss, and Daryl happily let him in, until Negan's hand drifted lower, finding his half hard cock in his pants. "Negan— Stop—" Daryl warned, they had a house they could fuck in and nobody to question them being alone together. But his body betrayed him, rocking into Negan's hand. "We have our house."
Negan chuckled, hand slipping under his pants knowing if Daryl really wanted to push him away, he would.
"Anyone— shit, anyone could see us," Daryl tried to reason with him, gasping with Negan's hand wrapping around his cock, stroking up and down gently.
"That's part of the thrill, Darlin'."
Daryl cursed, dropping his head against the wall he was leaning on, closing his eyes and losing himself to Negan's touch, his scent surrounding him.
"You like that, Darlin'?" Negan purred.
Daryl opened his eyes, holding Negan's dark gaze, trying once more. "S'too publ—" Negan adjusted his grip, stroking him harder taking away any thoughts Daryl had left in him. "Fu—ck—"
"What were you saying?"
"Shut up," Daryl snapped, both of them knowing he had given in.
Negan chuckled and leaned in, kissing up his jaw and then whispered in his ear. "I can see Rick in the window reflection."
"What?" Daryl hissed, going to pull away. Negan pressed against his body, his hand still stroking him.
Negan laughed. "Holy shit, he's touching himself, Darlin'. He's enjoying this as much as you are." Daryl whimpered, that knowledge sending sparks of heat through him. Negan hummed against him. "You into that, huh? Let's give him a show." Negan waited and when Daryl finally gave him a nod, he dropped to his knees.
Daryl searched for the reflection Negan was seeing, trying not to be too obvious, he didn't want Rick to know he knew. But then Negan was opening his pants. A quiet, fuck, reached his ears, confirming Rick was there. Rick was looking at his cock.
Negan smirked up at him. "No underwear, Darlin'?" He didn't give Daryl a chance to answer before licking at the head of Daryl's cock.
Daryl cursed, pressing his fist to his lips to keep from shouting and pulling anyone else to watch them.
Negan took him down slower than usual, clearly giving Rick a show. Daryl looked down, finding Negan staring up at him, dark eyes twinkling with mischief.
Lost in the sensation, Daryl threaded a hand into Negan's hair, holding him in place. Negan closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, letting Daryl hold him and fuck into his mouth. Negan met him at every thrust, pulling Daryl in, choking on him.
The pressure built, every part of Negan's wet, warm mouth driving him insane, and the knowledge of Rick watching this added to the heat growing in his belly. The pressure exploded, spilling into Negan's mouth.
Negan swallowed every drop and pulled back, licking at his lips before he stood and kissed him, letting Daryl taste himself on Negan's tongue. "I need to fuck you," Negan hissed, pressing his hard cock against Daryl's hip.
Daryl nodded rapidly, knowing Negan would make him lose his mind and come apart over and over again. They both turned back to the main town, in time to see retreating footsteps.
His tracker instincts took over for a second and Daryl couldn't help but crouch in the grass where Rick had just been standing, easily spotting the direction he had come from and that he had been still for a while in the dry grass. He looked up at Negan, who was grinning. "What?"
"You can't help it, can you?" Negan asked.
Daryl's cheeked burned. He stood again. "Sorry. Was curious. Can see he was here."
"I did not see Rick as a voyeur," Negan mused. "I've gotta get it wrong every now and again I guess."
Daryl hummed, his face burning now that he wasn't so turned on. He wasn't sure how to take it, but he had wanted Rick since the prison, the idea of Rick being interested sent various emotions running through him. But he was with Negan now. The relationship was becoming serious. He never would have started something that risked the town’s trust in him if it weren't for something so real and raw.
"You know," Negan took his hand and moved closer to him again, "I don't mind. If you want to fuck Rick, if you want to bring Rick into this, or just have you and him… whatever you want, I don't mind."
Daryl frowned at him. "Really?"
"Long as I still get you too," Negan added quickly. "You remember I did have multiple wives, I get it."
Daryl hummed. "Do you… want Rick too?"
"Have you seen the man? Absolutely. But if he just wants you, that's okay." Negan grabbed him and shoved him against the wall without warning to kiss him roughly. Daryl went lax in his grip. "But first, I still gotta fuck you."
Daryl knew they weren't subtle as they rushed back home, but couldn't bring himself to care.
They practically collapsed on their bed together, Daryl's leg parted to give room for Negan to settle between them as they kissed roughly, desperately. He thought his dick was spent, but it twitched against Negan's length pressing into him. Negan didn't waste time stripping them both.
Negan pushed on his hip and Daryl rolled over, presenting his ass for Negan, hissing at the slick finger that slid down between his cheeks and pushed into him.
"How many times have you imagined Rick doing this to you?" Negan asked. Daryl let out a shuddering breath, his dick beginning to fill out already. "You could have both of us inside you. Straddling my lap with my cock filling you up, then Rick's fingers stretching you—" Negan's expert fingers found his prostate, pulling a whine from his throat. "Then his cock sliding in beside mine?"
"Jesus—" Daryl cursed, pushing back onto Negan's fingers, just imagining how two cocks inside him would feel. He would be so full, so stretched open. He wouldn't be able to walk without feeling it for days. Weeks.
He wanted it.
"How often have you imagined Rick fucking you?" Negan asked. Daryl knew he didn't expect an answer. The fingers pulled out and a blunt head pushed against his ass, slowly filling him as he continued talking. "I want to see him fuck you, Darlin'. Make him suck your dick afterwards."
Negan's hips pressed against his ass, making Daryl moan, completely and totally full. "Negan— fuck."
Negan chuckled and cursed, hands gripping Daryl's hips he quickly found pace, fucking into Daryl.
"You think he can fuck you as good as I can?" Negan asked breathlessly. "I want to see him try. I want to play with you, get you ready for him to slide into this perfect ass, then use his cum as lube to fuck you before you're allowed to cum."
Daryl cursed, he was steadily leaking pre-cum on the mattress. He needed more, he needed—
As if reading his mind, Negan reached around him and grasped his dick, only needing to stroke him a few times before he came, shouting and spilling across the bed.
Negan thrust into him twice more before he was cursing and gripping his hips tight enough to leave bruises.
After a moment, Negan pulled out and Daryl felt a soft cloth run along his ass and thighs. Then sharp teeth dug into his ass cheek. Daryl cursed and pulled away to Negan's laugh.
They moved to settle on the bed, Daryl's head on Negan's chest, Negan's arm wrap along his shoulder and chest.
"So," Negan started, still trying to catch his breath. "Rick?"
Daryl hummed, cheeks burning. "S'hot to think about," he admitted, refusing to be embarrassed, not with Negan. "But he ain't gonna be interested."
"You couldn't see his reflection. He's interested. But we'll feel him out first, rather than bluntly ask to fuck."
"You did that to me."
Negan laughed. "God, no. I would have gotten an arrow through the eye. I'd been feeling you out for a while, Darlin'."
Daryl rolled his eyes. Of course he had.
"Though catching you masturbating over me would have made things easier."
Daryl laughed even as his cheeked burned. Rick masturbated watching them. It was fucking hot to think about even if a part of him wanted to curl up and die from embarrassment.
"C'mon, let's shower, dinner, and figure things out."
Rick tried to act normal over dinner when Daryl and Negan joined his table where he sat with Michonne, Rosita, and Gabriel. Daryl winced as he sat down. It wouldn't have been obvious if Rick wasn't looking for it, but it was enough that he understood Negan's proud smirk as he sat beside him.
"So, Rick," Negan said as he chewed obnoxiously on his dinner of potato stew, "You joined the laundry crew now?"
Daryl choked on his bite. Negan patted his back without looking at him.
Rick froze, spoon halfway to his mouth, eyes locked in Negan's twinkling ones. He tried to think up an answer but all he could think was, fuck, fuck fuck.
Everyone else looked between them, confused.
"No?" Negan's smirk grew. "I thought I saw you around there earlier."
"I, uh." Fuck. Had Daryl seen him? Given how red his face was as he stared at his own dinner, he did. "I was visiting the wall of the dead."
"Ah. That's all?" Negan raised his eyebrows.
"Negan," Daryl snapped without looking up.
"What? I'm being nice. Just asking a question."
"Don't."
Negan held up a hand in surrender.
"That's all," Rick snapped. Did they see what he did or just think Rick caught them?
If it was the later, Rick could handle that. He would tell Daryl he didn't understand, but was glad he was happy. If the former… he would go back to the CRM.
For now, with Daryl's face red and staring at his dinner, Rick decided he couldn't be here.
“I'm gonna— go," Rick said, standing up and leaving his dinner. He could feel eyes on his back as he walked away.
"What the fuck happened to ‘subtle’?" Daryl snapped as soon as he was alone with Negan.
"I never said subtle." Negan sat heavily on the couch. "Subtle won't work for Rick, he's going to avoid us both for a while. We need to be clear, it was hot as shit and we want more." Negan paused and studied him. "I thought that's what you wanted?"
Daryl sat beside him heavily. "I do. Jus'— it's Rick, y'know."
"Yeah, I get it. Leave it to me. I'll figure out what he wants, if he doesn't, then we never mention it again. To him. I'm happy to use his name in bed as much as you want."
Daryl cursed, shaking his head. "Y'know you're an idiot."
"I'm your idiot."
Rick managed to avoid them both for a few days, which was impressive in a small town, but Daryl avoiding him too made it easier.
He knew he would need to face them again soon and pretend nothing changed– unless Daryl asked him about Negan. He went to the town hall for lunch, where there was a spread for those that didn't have time to go home and make something, when Negan leaned on the counter beside him.
"Ricky!" Negan greeted cheerfully.
Rick arched an eyebrow, trying not to remember how he looked with Daryl's cock in his mouth. "Negan."
"I've been thinking," Negan plucked an apple from the selection of fruit available. "You know Daryl and me are… close now."
"I need to fuck you."
"Yep."
Negan had to think Rick just found them out, not seen what Rick had done. That was bearable. He could tell Daryl he wasn't upset then move on with their lives and he would never have to think about it again.
"Well, I think it would mean a lot to him if you and I had a chance to really talk."
Rick clenched his jaw. "I've been avoidin' you for a reason, Negan."
Negan leaned in, smirking. "Because of our past or because you're hoping I didn't see what you were doing while Daryl and me were having fun?"
Rick's mind short-circuited. He could face the leader of the new world, he could face the army themselves, herds of walkers. But faced with Negan's knowing smile, he couldn't move.
"Don't worry your pretty little head, we were into it." Rick couldn't breathe. Negan's eyes lingered on Rick's mouth for just long enough to give away what he was thinking when he said, "tonight? We'll do dinner. Me, you, Daryl. I'm a great cook." He walked away without waiting for Rick's reply.
Rick put his sandwich down, suddenly no longer hungry.
He wasn't an idiot. He knew exactly what Negan was implying.
Did Daryl want that too?
We were into it.
There was no way he could go. He didn't want to be around Negan. He didn't want to keep thinking about Negan fucking Daryl or be involved in any way. Especially if their relationship, or whatever, was a secret. They were friends to the public, but more than that was none of Rick's business.
So he wasn't going to go.
"He ain't comin'," Daryl told Negan as Negan came out of the shower, wearing just a towel around his waist. Daryl was wearing the same after his own quick shower.
"Yes, he is."
"No, he ain't."
Negan pushed him against the wall, Daryl's body went lax, happily letting Negan kiss him and pull away his towel. "You better hope he is, because you're not until he does."
Daryl groaned, silently praying Negan was right. Negan pulled him back and shoved him on the bed, straddling him and running his hands down Daryl's body. He ran a calloused thumb over Daryl’s nipple then leaned down to bite at it, hard enough to pull a gasp from Daryl and harden his dick.
Then he moved down Daryl’s body, licking and sucking at his skin, stopping just at his belly button before moving up his body again, capturing his lips. Their legs tangled together, Negan’s cock rested against Daryl’s, rutting against him.
Daryl moaned, lifting his hips, trying to get more, but Negan’s body held him in place, stopping him from getting much friction.
“Ah, ah. Patience, Darlin’. We’re just getting started.” Negan kissed up his jaw and down to his neck, sucking a hickey into the junction of his neck and shoulder.
He reached between them, taking hold of Daryl’s dick and stroking him without quite enough pressure to give Daryl what he needed. He chuckled when Daryl groaned and tried to wrap his hand around Negan’s, wanting to fuck his hand, but Negan responded by letting go of his dick.
Daryl narrowed his eyes at Negan’s twinkling gaze.
“Negan–”
“I told you, no cumming until Rick does.” Negan kissed him again, Daryl responded by biting Negan’s tongue lightly and smirking in defiance when Negan pulled back, affronted.
“You wanna play it like that, do you? Okay then.” Negan moved back and grabbed Daryl’s arm and hip, forcefully spinning him onto his front. Daryl could have fought back, but he didn’t really want to.
Instead, he shifted onto his knees to present his ass to Negan. Negan slapped his ass once, twice, and Daryl cursed, waiting for a third.
Negan pulled his ass open and then a slick tongue swiped at his hole, sending lightning through him and making him jerk in surprise.
“God, Negan.”
Negan hummed against him, pushing a slick finger in beside his tongue. Daryl panted and gripped the bed sheets. Rick really needed to arrive early.
Daryl hissed and pushed back, his dick straining beneath him, waiting to be touched. Negan was relentless, alternating between fingering him and licking him. Daryl was ready to start begging when Negan stopped suddenly.
“Ne–” He heard the nightstand drawer open again and something hard pressed against him. Not Negan’s cock, but one of their dildos Daryl had collected a while ago.
Negan pushed it into him slowly, then switched it on and Daryl cursed. He didn’t realize they had found spare batteries for it. The vibration ran through him and pressed against his prostate. “Fuck, fuck. Negan.”
Negan chuckled and moved the dildo slowly, rubbing it against him, in, out. On his prostate, just enough that Daryl was about to cum untouched, then switching it off.
“Negan. Fuck, I need–”
“Not yet, Darlin’. He’s late.”
Daryl let out a string of curses, leaving Negan chuckling. “Who do you belong to?” Negan asked.
“You,” Daryl answered easily, he would answer anything right now. The dildo started vibrating again, Daryl cursed and tightened his hands in the bed sheets. “You, you, you. Fuck!” He knew he was babbling now, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more inside him, he needed someone to touch his goddamn dick.
Negan pushed the vibrator against him then left it there and moved around the bed, his own rock hard cock bobbed out in front of him. Daryl didn’t hesitate to open his mouth. Negan slipped his cock into his lips.
Daryl looked up at him for a second before Negan pushed deeper in, down his throat, choking him. A hand threaded into his hair, pulling him up, forcing the virbator to change angles, just shy of his prostate. It wasn’t enough. But Negan fucked into his mouth without release, brusing the back of his throat, pulling back just enough to let Daryl breathe and then fucking in again.
Daryl sucked and licked, pressing his tongue where he knew drove Negan insane. Then Negan pulled out, still hard and moved around behind him again.
“He’s here,” Negan said. The vibrator switched off and his tongue replaced it, licking at the soreness.
For the next few hours, Rick went back and forth between he was absolutely not going, he was going back to the CRM so he never had to think about this again, and that he wanted to go.
Even as he showered, he told himself he wouldn't go.
He didn't know what to expect other than all three of them… fucking.
Every time he thought about going, heat swept through him and his cock grew hard. He had to have misunderstood. Sure Negan knew what he did, but maybe they really did just want to talk.
Rick groaned and dropped his head into his hands before he left the house.
He was halfway there and decided to turn back. Only to change his mind again.
It was more than twenty minutes after than the usual time for dinner when he finally reached the door to Negan and Daryl's house. He knocked.
The door swung open at the small force, revealing an empty sitting room. Rick swallowed the lump in his throat as he glanced around, it was clearly lived in, with books filling a shelf, one left open on the side table. There were arrows on the kitchen table, knives and a whetstone beside them.
No dinner on the stove or table.
A groan reached him, coming from the floor above. Rick's dick twitched, understand exactly what that was.
He should go.
He walked inside, closing the door behind him.
Another deep groan and muffled voices. Rick moved up the stairs. What the hell was he doing?
The stairs squeaked, but the moans didn't falter.
He reached the top and Rick was frozen to the spot seeing through the wide open door to the master bedroom.
Daryl was on his hands and knees. His hair was splayed around his face hiding his expression, his arms were trembling. Rick could hear him panting and keening. And Negan—
Negan's face was buried in Daryl's ass.
Rick was hard instantly. He wanted to taste him, touch him.
Negan pulled back, his fingers replacing his tongue, three fingers sliding straight into him. Daryl jerked at the touch.
"Weren't sure you were coming, Rick." Rick jolted at his name, but Negan turned his head and looked directly at him, fingers moving, thrusting into Daryl and pulling a whine from throat. "I've been getting him ready for a while."
Rick swallowed the lump in his throat, his cock now painfully hard. He could see Daryl's dick bobbing beneath him, angry, red, untouched. The mental image of Negan playing with Daryl like this for so long had Rick panting before he was even in the room.
"Negan—" Daryl begged. His throat raw, heat rushing through him.
Rick's eyes locked on the three fingers that were still moving in Daryl's ass.
Fuck. There was too much going on, he wanted to be in there, but he couldn't move. He should run away, mark this as temporary insanity. Going back to whatever was left of the CRM so he never had to face them again seemed like a great idea again.
"He's not allowed to cum until you do," Negan kept speaking. "Isn't that right, Darlin'?" He slapped Daryl's ass cheek lightly.
Breathlessly, Daryl turned his head, locking eyes with Rick, his pupils were nearly black as he nodded.
Rick moved into the room before he could think any further about it.
Negan looked him up and down, fingers still moving inside Daryl, fucking him slowly, leaving the other man panting and rocking towards Negan, desperate to get more.
"Rick's wearing too many clothes, don't you think, Darlin'?"
Daryl nodded rapidly. Rick striped out of his clothes faster than he ever had before, hissing at the slide of his pants against his rock hard cock. Negan's lips pulled down. He knew he was a good size, but beside Negan he looked small. Negan's dick was thick, long, and leaking. Had he cum yet? Was he that paitent, able to play with Daryl without cumming on his ass at least?
"Hm. A little on the small side, but you'll do for now."
A shiver ran down Rick's spine and his face flushed with humiliation. He should be insulted or angry, but he couldn't bring himself to get upset. He wasn't sure he could speak if he wanted to.
"Come here," Negan ordered before Rick could say anything to him. Rick stepped beside him, kneeling behind Daryl. Rick swallowed, still watching Negan's fingers disappear into Daryl's glistening and swollen hole. Negan pulled out and reached out for Rick's hand before bringing it to Daryl's ass, his own hand was so caked in lube that it covered Rick's enough. Negan manipulated Rick's hand to press two fingers of it into the twitching, swollen hole beside his own two fingers.
Daryl let out a broken cry as he writhed beneath their touch, trying to push back as much as he could.
He was still so tight, his ass practically sucking Rick's fingers inside him. Rick wanted to taste him, he wanted to fuck him. He wanted everything, but his mind had stopped working outside of, more.
"You're gonna fuck him," Negan breathed the order as he pulled his fingers out of Daryl, leaving Rick slowly finger fucking Daryl alone.
Negan took a dollop of lube from a pot on the nightstand, and without warning, reached between them to grasp Rick's cock covering him in the lube with a few rough strokes. Rick gasped, eyes fluttering closed at the intense rough hand sending lightning through him.
"We'll see if he feels anything."
Rick's dick twitched, cum leaking from him at Negan's words, only making Negan grin.
Negan gave him a small squeeze, Rick hissed at the unexpected pain before Negan moved out of the way just enough to make room for Rick to stand up behind Daryl, pulling his fingers out.
Daryl's hole was fluttering at the sudden emptiness, Daryl was panting, jerking around for some kind of touch. Rick pushed his thumb into his hole. "Jesus— Rick— Please."
Rick couldn't wait another second. He lined himself up and pushed into him with one hard thrust. Rick's vision whited out at the tightness surrounding him. Their moans echoed each other. He gripped the back of Daryl's thigh with one hand and rested his prosthetic on his back as he found a pace, fucking into him.
"You call that fucking?" Negan asked, moving behind him. Rick let out a shuddered breath at the thick hands that gripped at his thighs, stopping his thrusting. Negan pushed him forward, deeper into Daryl, then pulled him back, letting him feel Negan's rock hard cock against his ass.
"Like that, roll your hips. Daryl loves that." He pushed Rick in again and Daryl whined. "Yeah. there we go. Maybe that twig you call a dick is good for something, huh, Rick?"
"Negan—" Rick gasped, wanting to shout at him for the constant insults, but the name came out more like a beg.
"Yes, Ricky?" Negan whispered, pressed flush against his body, moving him, thrusting against his ass, sliding between his cheeks. Negan's dick caught on his hole, while Rick's cock pushed deeper into the trembling Daryl.
Negan threaded his hand through Rick's hair, forcing him to turn, and kissed him hard, licking into his mouth with his hips never stopping. One hand moved up his body, tweaking a nipple. Rick groaned. His body was too hot. It was all too much, so many sensations, he was going to burn up and explode.
Rick thrust in once more and he was cumming with a shout, screaming as he spilled inside Daryl's ass. His vision went white and black, he forgot how to breathe.
"Now that's hot, but I'm not surprised Daryl hasn't cum yet," Negan said, pulling Rick back to the here and now. "Could you feel anything there, Darlin'? Let me show you how it's really done, Prick."
Negan shoved Rick out of the way, he fell back on the bed beside Daryl, his legs trembling too much to resist. But Rick lifted his head to watch Negan push into Daryl, slower than Rick did, giving him a chance to adjust to the size difference. Rick’s own cum squelched and leaked down Daryl’s ass and thighs.
Rick looked at Daryl's face, the pleasure and pain written all over him. He was red and sweating, making noises he would probably never admit to in the light of day, but each one sent more heat through Rick.
Negan pulled back, bringing Daryl with him, forcing Daryl to straddle his lap facing Rick. His dick bobbed out in front of him, steadily leaking onto Negan's bent knees, a puddle was left on the bed where he had been kneeling.
"Go on, Rick. Taste him," Negan ordered, his voice cracking more than it had minutes before.
Rick crawled across the bed and looked up at Daryl's dark eyes. Over his shoulder, Negan was watching him intently. Rick ducked his head to suck in the head of Daryl's dick, tasting the bitter cum, salty and yet so sweet. He took in a few more inches, testing his gag reflex, listening to the moans coming from Daryl it was enough.
He could hear Negan's voice, but his words didn't matter anymore, there was just Daryl and pleasure.
Without warning, warm, creamy cum filled his mouth. Rick swallowed every drop, hearing Daryl crying out and Negan groaning.
Rick sucked Daryl down once more, not ready for this to end. When he pulled back and all three of them collapsed on the bed, all gasping for breath. Rick laid along the bottom of the bed, but Negan and Daryl seemed to gravitate to each other at the top of the bed, legs tangled together.
"Shit, Rick. I didn't think you'd actually join us," Negan murmured after a while.
With everything suddenly quiet, Rick's thoughts slammed back into him, mostly consisting of: What the fuck.
He tilted his head, catching Daryl's eye first. He hadn't even checked with him this was okay. But Daryl was staring back at him with nervousness clear in his gaze, along with hope.
Rick felt himself relax, that was the hottest sex he'd ever had. So he shrugged. "Yeah. Me neither. How long has… this," he gestured vaguely between them, "been going on?"
"Few months," Negan answered.
"Was gonna tell people 'bout it," Daryl said quickly, almost defensively. "Then you 'n 'Chonne came back, so waited, till— You were, uh—"
"Rubbing one out to me rubbing Daryl?" Negan asked crudely. Daryl elbowed him in the ribs, making Negan curse.
"Yeah." Rick's cheeks burned. "I, uh—"
"I told you, we were into it," Negan assured him. Daryl hummed his agreement.
"Though, it don't gotta be secret," Daryl added, cheeks burning as dark as Rick's.
Rick hummed and nodded. That he could live with. Without running to the CRM to hide for eternity.
Then the bed shifted and Negan sat up slightly, Daryl moved to untangle himself from Negan.
"We normally have a shower and I massage the fuck out of Daryl for some after care. You want in?"
Rick wasn't sure a single part of him wanted to refuse.
Bonus Daryl's POV of the threesome:
"He's here." The vibrator switched off and his tongue replaced it, licking at the tenderness. Daryl couldn't bring himself to care about the noises coming from his throat while Negan’s tongue fucked his too sensitive hole, his beard scratching at his cheeks.
Then he pulled back, instantly replacing his tongue with fingers, stretching him. Daryl couldn't stop the whine.
"Weren't sure you were coming, Rick," Negan spoke up. He was here, watching Daryl get fucked. Pre-cum spilled from his untouched, painfully hard cock. "I've been getting him ready for a while."
Daryl had long since lost track of time. God. He needed more. To hurry this up.
"Negan—" Daryl begged, Rick was here. It was time, he needed to cum.
"He's not allowed to cum until you do," Negan explained. "Isn't that right, Darlin'?" Sharp pain rattled through his ass, reminding him he needed to answer that one.
Daryl forced himself to turn his head, finding a red faced Rick watching them. Daryl's eyes drifted to where he could see Rick's cock tenting his pants before he nodded. He needed that inside him. The fingers still thrusting into him weren't enough. A cock wasn't enough. He just needed more. Something.
Negan said something else, but Rick was walking into the room and Daryl couldn't breathe. He just nodded, agreeing to whatever Negan said as long as he got to cum soon.
Negan was still talking, Rick hadn't said a word but he stripped, letting Daryl eye his cock, his mouth watering at the size. Not as big as Negan, but he would fill Daryl nicely. He would fit beside Negan if they did that. Daryl would agree to anything right now.
Someone was talking, something was still moving inside of him, brushing against his prostate with every other thrust, and Rick moved out of his vision. Negan pulled out of his ass, leaving him empty, but it wasn't for long. Something else pushed in, more fingers. Enough to stretch him more, pulling a broken cry as he writhed beneath their touch, trying to push back. He needed more. Please. He tried to beg, but his mouth was so dry.
"You're gonna fuck him," Negan spoke, those words registering in Daryl's mind. Rick was going to fuck him. Please. Yes. "We'll see if he feels anything."
Daryl didn't understand, but didn't care. Negan moved into his field of vision, but another finger pressed against his hole. He couldn't handle more fingers. He needed a cock inside of him before he exploded. "Jesus— Rick— Please."
Rick was good, Rick was kind. Rick finally lined himself up and pushed into Daryl with one hard thrust. Daryl cried out, screaming loud enough the entire town had to have heard them. Finally, finally full, he didn't care.
A hand gripped his thigh, something cool and metal rested on his back as Rick found a rhythm that left Daryl gasping, wanting to beg for more, faster. Rick was too gentle, like he was scared of hurting him.
"You call that fucking?" Negan asked, moving again. Rick went still, pulling a whine from Daryl’s throat then he moved again, Daryl could feel Negan’s hands reaching around Rick and thrusting them both, harder. Desperate. "Like that, roll your hips. Daryl loves that."
Yes, yes, yes.
"Yeah. there we go. Maybe that twig you call a dick is good for something, huh, Rick?"
"Negan—" Rick gasped.
"Yes, Ricky?" Negan whispered, both of them still moving, pushing into Daryl, filling him up, rubbing against his prostate with every thrust. He gripped the bedsheets, moans and whines escaping him and he couldn’t bring himself to care. He wanted to reach beneath himself to stroke his dick, needing to cum but he wasn’t allowed until Rick did.
Then finally, he felt Rick push in once more, a hard desperate thrust and Rick was shouting, gripping his hip, cock twitching inside him. More, touch me, Daryl wanted to beg, but his throat was raw.
"Now that's hot, but I'm not surprised Daryl hasn't cum yet," Negan said, he was empty again, just for a second, then Negan was pressing against him, so thick, stretching him further even after playing with him for so long. "Could you feel anything there, Darlin'? Let me show you how it's really done, Prick."
Negan pulled him and Daryl let him move his body to wherever he needed him, trusting Negan to make sure he felt good. His back pressed against Negan’s front, legs open, dick bobbing in front of him, he tried to reach for it, needing to touch himself. Negan grabbed his arms, holding him back.
"Go on, Rick. Taste him," Negan ordered, panting against Daryl’s ear.
Rick didn’t hesitate, he crawled across the bed and ducked his head, sucking Daryl’s cock into his mouth. Yes, yes, yes. Fuck.
Daryl knew he wouldn’t last long, wet, warm heat covering him, Negan thrusting up into him, pressing against his prostate. Everywhere was being touched, pleasure, pain. It was perfect.
He cried out, thrusting up, trying to get deeper, Negan followed him, staying inside him as more cum filled him. Rick was still sucking, tasting, swallowing every drop. Daryl whimpered and Rick let him go.
All three of them collapsed on the bed, all gasping for breath. Daryl moved into Negan’s space. Rick lay near their feet. He could feel cum leaking from his ass and needed to clean up, but he was exhausted and didn’t care.
"Shit, Rick. I didn't think you'd actually join us," Negan spoke up.
Daryl glanced down catching Rick’s eye. Christ. He actually had sex with his best friend. He didn’t think Rick would join either. Was Rick okay with this? But Rick smiled at him.
"Yeah. Me neither,” Rick admitted sheepishly. “ How long has… this," he gestured vaguely between them, "been going on?"
"Few months," Negan answered.
"Was gonna tell people 'bout it," Daryl said quickly, needing Rick to understand he wasn’t trying to keep secrets, he just wasn’t ready to tell anyone. "Then you 'n 'Chonne came back, so waited, till— You were, uh—"
"Rubbing one out to me rubbing Daryl?" Negan asked crudely. Daryl elbowed him in the ribs. Negan cursed.
“Ow!”
"Yeah. I, uh—"
"I told you, we were into it," Negan assured him before shifting and climbing out of the bed. "Now, we normally have a shower and I massage the fuck out of Daryl for some after care. You want in?"
Rick practically fell out of the bed in his eagerness to follow Negan into the bathroom.
Daryl smiled to himself, remembering the first few times he and Negan had fucked, after Daryl had gotten over his anger at himself for wanting Negan. He had been just as lost under Negan’s spell then as Rick seemed to be now.
Daryl slid from the bed, grimacing at the sticky cum between his thighs and followed them into the bathroom, where the shower started running.