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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: Intoxicant Discovery
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Character: Daryl, Paul 'Jesus'
Rating: R
Word Count: 246 words
Finished: May 2016
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"Hey!" Daryl stiffened when he felt a warm hand stroking his back, hot lips kissing his shoulder. "When I told you you could stay overnight in my room, it didn't include my bed."
Paul stopped teasing him, though he didn't pull his hands away. "Why not? It's cold outside; we could keep us warm."
Daryl huffed and tried to draw back; the warmth, the nearness, the feelings rushing through his body ... no, he didn't want this. Since Beth was gone, he preferred to live on his own; to lose her had hurt too much and almost driven him crazy. The last he had expected was that a guy could break through his shell.
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to bring back the memories he had refused to think about for such a long time. "I'm not gay. No one touches me like that," he said. "No one but Beth. She was my angel."
"She's not here anymore."
Daryl cringed inwardly; the pictures in his head burst like soap bubbles. "Shut the fuck up. I won't discuss this with you."
"Get it!" The voice was unexpectedly gentle; the hands stopped massaging his neck. "Calm down. Nothing will happen if you don't want it. But one day, when you are ready to move on, I will make sure that you learn to be happy again.
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Character: Daryl, Paul 'Jesus'
Rating: R
Word Count: 246 words
Finished: May 2016
:::
"Hey!" Daryl stiffened when he felt a warm hand stroking his back, hot lips kissing his shoulder. "When I told you you could stay overnight in my room, it didn't include my bed."
Paul stopped teasing him, though he didn't pull his hands away. "Why not? It's cold outside; we could keep us warm."
Daryl huffed and tried to draw back; the warmth, the nearness, the feelings rushing through his body ... no, he didn't want this. Since Beth was gone, he preferred to live on his own; to lose her had hurt too much and almost driven him crazy. The last he had expected was that a guy could break through his shell.
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to bring back the memories he had refused to think about for such a long time. "I'm not gay. No one touches me like that," he said. "No one but Beth. She was my angel."
"She's not here anymore."
Daryl cringed inwardly; the pictures in his head burst like soap bubbles. "Shut the fuck up. I won't discuss this with you."
"Get it!" The voice was unexpectedly gentle; the hands stopped massaging his neck. "Calm down. Nothing will happen if you don't want it. But one day, when you are ready to move on, I will make sure that you learn to be happy again.