Daryl hummed softly against Glenn’s lips, body flushing and throbbing at Glenn’s confession. “I…” He started, cutting himself off with more kisses and a more focused stroke. “Nobody’s ever loved me before,” he admitted, half unfortunate confession, half question as to whether his friend was really serious about that. 

“Mmm, nice dick,” Daryl moaned softly, a confession that surprised himself slightly, since even though fooling around with Glenn was great and did get him off, he labeled himself straight and didn’t usually get off on the organ itself. “You wanna know?” He asked, buying time as his heart hammed and his knees throbbed in waves of jello. “Then I’ll… tell you my secret,” he continued, stroking Glenn tightly as he swallowed hard. “I’m falling in love with you…”

Daryl kissed the boy back with a hammer in his chest, pulling the blanket over them both before reaching down to unbutton Glenn’s jeans, the same button he’d been looking at for weeks, hoping it would pop off. “I’mma tell you a secret… okay?” He offered as he slid his hand down inside Glenn’s jeans and boxers, playing with his cock without rythm, just stroking and squeezing and rubbing as he kissed the boy’s face and neck. 

Daryl kissed Glenn slowly, deeply, losing himself in the boy’s taste and scent, both surprisingly not unpleasant, and Daryl wondered then if anything with the boy could ever really be. “Can I?” He asked softly, almost politely as he slid a hand down between them, stopping inches from Glenn’s cock as he waited for permission while still kissing him. 

“Oh… Hi… not close enough,” Daryl decided with a grin in the dark, moving to roll on top of the boy, one leg slipping between his while the other rested on the ground for support. “I wanna,” he admitted vaguely, not even sure himself what he was referring to as he leaned down to press a kiss blindly to the heat beneath him, finding a mark somewhere at the corner of Glenn’s mouth. 

Daryl laughed as he adjusted himself in his pants, hoping the move wasn’t obvious as he turned his rapidly stiffening cock sideways, so the head would stop peeking it’s way out of his waistband. “You hurt your dick… while jerkin’ it… for me?” He questioned with a giddy laugh, feeling himself actually flush. “We gotta get more lube… but until then… c’mere and I’ll kiss it better.”

“You’re not that scrawny,” Daryl insisted honestly, because he’d seen the boy naked… granted, not really all at once, but there wasn’t really any part that he hadn’t at some point seen since they’d started helping each other out. “I dunno… if you’re scrawny, I like it… ‘cause I think about you when I jerk off, even when you’re NOT here or doin’ it for me,” he admitted, because Glenn was kind of the only thing that worked on his cock these days.  

“Well dude, yeah. We’ve seen literal cannibalism and before this is over… I wouldn’t write off witnessing some necrophilia or something,” he cringed, realizing that Glenn was right, and kinks would look mild compared to the literal horrors they’d seen. “Oh well… I won’t be checkin’ out that shit anyway… not when I’ll have your sweet ass to wake up next to,” he admitted. “For real… I don’t even miss it these days when I get to watch you move…” 

“You were cute and soft back then, now you’re all grown up and hot and tight,” Daryl explained, winking cheesily at the boy. “You wanna know what I think is funny, man? I was thinking about this a couple nights ago. And I’m only bringin’ it up now because I got half hard thinkin’ about how tight you are,” he laughed sheepishly. “Thinkin’ about porn… when the world gets back up. Like… like every industry is gonna have to start back up again, and porn… man… it’s gonna be so funny. What do you think the chances are that many if any pornstars survived? Or even many hot people in general. Gonna be some sliiiim pickings there. That or we’ll just run on existing shit for like twenty years and call it vintage until all the new babies are old enough to spread it,” he laughed heartily, something he’d already been giggling about for the last few days. 

“It’d be nice,” Daryl agreed, “If we could still have music, though. But just radio and cassettes… don’t need no fancy gadgets,” he insisted, thinking he’d likely take a long walk off a short pier if he had to spend the rest of his life without it. “And cameras… ‘cause I like pictures. Wish I had one of you the first day we ever met, man… you looked years younger back then, but I can hardly even remember it.”