[ Gabe snorts at that. Well, at least Daryl's still got a sense of humor. An attempt was made, anyway. And Gabe knows he ought to be getting up, moving on, finding his clothes. Making sure it doesn't get awkward because you never can tell how these things will turn in the aftermath. Some guys will fuck him just fine and then get weird afterward. Pushy or violent in turn. Like he owes them something, like they can take it and he'll just roll over on their say so.
No. Never.
But Daryl's arm feels good draped over his back like that and there's a part of Gabe - a weak, small part - that's been feeling unmoored lately. Twitchy, unable to settle. And now he finally is and why not just stay for a little while? Why not just breathe? So he stays down where he is, shifting a little so he's lying on his side and not flat down on his belly. He doesn't shrug out from under Daryl's arm and pretends it's accidental.
He exhales. Whole place smells like sex and wet grass. He's going to need a shower after this. A thorough one.
But it feels good. That bit of human contact, the way it settles in the aftermath. Even the ache of all the new bruises he can feel rising. He'll carry them until they heal. Keep the reminders like he always has. ]
Nah.
[ He's tempted to leave it at that. Wave it off until they both let it go because what's the point in dwelling? It's good or it wasn't, and either way it'll be a memory before too long. And it was good. Knocked his thoughts right out of his goddamn skull, made him forget himself. Made him come just from getting fucked and shoved into the ground - that hasn't happened for a while. Cause for celebration, really.
But it feels a little hollow to brush it off as nothing. He has a feeling the answer matters to Daryl. He has a feeling it matters to most people.
Gabe flexes his hands for a moment, mulling that over. Then he takes a breath. Lets it go. ]
You went rough. But I like that. Stops me from thinking so much.
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No. Never.
But Daryl's arm feels good draped over his back like that and there's a part of Gabe - a weak, small part - that's been feeling unmoored lately. Twitchy, unable to settle. And now he finally is and why not just stay for a little while? Why not just breathe? So he stays down where he is, shifting a little so he's lying on his side and not flat down on his belly. He doesn't shrug out from under Daryl's arm and pretends it's accidental.
He exhales. Whole place smells like sex and wet grass. He's going to need a shower after this. A thorough one.
But it feels good. That bit of human contact, the way it settles in the aftermath. Even the ache of all the new bruises he can feel rising. He'll carry them until they heal. Keep the reminders like he always has. ]
Nah.
[ He's tempted to leave it at that. Wave it off until they both let it go because what's the point in dwelling? It's good or it wasn't, and either way it'll be a memory before too long. And it was good. Knocked his thoughts right out of his goddamn skull, made him forget himself. Made him come just from getting fucked and shoved into the ground - that hasn't happened for a while. Cause for celebration, really.
But it feels a little hollow to brush it off as nothing. He has a feeling the answer matters to Daryl. He has a feeling it matters to most people.
Gabe flexes his hands for a moment, mulling that over. Then he takes a breath. Lets it go. ]
You went rough. But I like that. Stops me from thinking so much.