Hi guys! I'm excited to be back and to be debuting my first Rickyl fic! This is set in Rick's hometown, according to the comics, and Daryl and Merle are just passing through town. This is just the first installment, but I'm going to upload Chapter 2 which is a continuation of this chapter, so technically it's just a one shot. But I wanted to get this out here because I'm so stinkin' proud of it. Also, I think I want to try my hand at a ZA version of this "Brothers on a Hotel Bed" idea, so we'll see what happens with that.

The title of this fic is from the album Plans by Death Cab For Cutie. It's such a beautiful song, and I got inspired months ago and said "I'm gonna write this." Another note concerning Plans is my cover image for this story. I don't know who made it (I'm sorry if I'm not giving someone proper credit, I just found it on google/tumblr), but it's beautiful as well. It bears the words "I will follow you into the dark" which is a song from the same Death Cab album, and I was just super excited to find it again and I had to use it.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little thing.

Daryl and Merle pulled into a shabby hotel on the outskirts of Cynthiana, Kentucky. It was a little town, with a general store and city hall and a sheriff's station. Merle's new dealer lived out in the fuckin' boonies, so here they were.

"You just sit tight, little brother. I'll be back later tonight. We'll go out and find a bar or somethin' tonight, alright?" Merle left without waiting for his answer.

So Daryl got some chips and a Coke from the vending machine. He flipped through the channels on the old TV. Truthfully this place was the dingiest hotel he'd seen, not much of a step up from the motels they usually stayed at. But Merle had conned a guy on his last deal, so the brothers had a little extra cash to spend. Speaking of which, Merle should be back any minute.

"So where are we going for dinner?" Lori asked excitedly.

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you!" Rick answered, laughing.

"Well at this rate, we aren't gonna be eating until 9 o'clock," Lori griped at Rick as they walked to the car.

Rick ignored the comment. He had hoped they would get through one night without a disagreement, but clearly that wasn't going to happen. He got to the outskirts on the other side of town and turned down a road leading to a more run down area.

He stopped outside of a pub that looked about the size of an apartment. The sign read "McGinty's," but the "s" was hanging by a thread. He parked and opened Lori's door for her. The look on her face had him laughing. He put his arm around her, but she shook it off.

"If you think I'm going in there, you're crazy," Lori said angrily.

"Hey now, don't be like that. A guy from the station used to work out here, undercover stuff. He said this was one of the best places in this part of town, safe and clean, relatively speaking. The food's supposed to be great. It may look a little rough around the edges, but it's something different. And plus," Rick made a silly face and his voice took on a faux Irish accent. "Irish beer is the best beer in town, dontcha know?"

Lori cracked a smile at that, but still eyed the place apprehensively as they entered.

Daryl wasn't addicted to drugs; he just liked to have fun every once in a while. Merle set out a few lines on the coffee table. Merle knew Daryl hardly ever did coke, but still he offered the bag to his younger brother. Daryl shook his head and opted instead to pop a few valium. He washed them down with a long pull on the bottle of moonshine they had found in a stash a week ago.

No, Daryl wasn't a drug addict, but he was definitely an alcoholic. He couldn't remember the last time he was stone cold sober. Maybe that time a few months back when he got thrown in the drunk tank overnight, and Merle let him sit in there all of the next day because he wouldn't fork over the bail money.

He preferred alcohol to drugs most days. But a few pills here and there, a line of coke every once in a while took the edge off of a shitty life. He loved his brother, always would, but damn did he make some crap decisions. They were always moving around, either running from a dealer or to a different dealer, one that Merle hadn't fucked over yet. The worst was when they were running from the cops and dealers. They each had two fake ID's in their wallets, contacts in most major cities, and stashed guns in their pickup, all of which they had to use more often than Daryl liked.

He automatically didn't trust cops, or anything in a uniform for that matter. They didn't want justice. They just wanted to meet their quota for the month and get their nice fat checks to spend on doughnuts and pay per view.

He knew there was more to life than this, but he couldn't just leave his brother, as much as he wanted to some days. He was all he had left. Their mom died in a fire when he was young, and the old man had finally croaked a few years back. Heart attack or stroke or maybe the hand of God had finally struck him down for all the awful shit he did. Either way, Daryl was glad to be rid of him.

Merle put his drugs away and they left for the bar shortly after. There was only one good pub outside of town from what the boys could find: McGinty's. It wasn't the classiest joint, with ripped seat cushions and scratched up tables. Just the brothers' style.

They took seats at the bar, and Daryl surveyed the room. There were 15 or 20 people there, a big crowd for this small of a place. He looked for girls, someone he could take home and pretend to enjoy fucking for Merle's sake.

His brother didn't know that he preferred dicks over chicks. He would never know. It wasn't like Daryl was a flaming gay; he just didn't like pussy as much as other guys did. He'd only fucked a few guys, the majority of them drunken one night stands when Merle wasn't around. In his teenage years there had been a few guys, but they never stayed in one place long enough to start anything.

His eye caught a couple sitting at a table across the room. The guy was about the same age as him, with a woman who looked like she'd rather be anywhere else in the world. They were fighting in hushed tones, and the man was taking big gulps of his beer in between onslaughts of gestures and words from the woman.

Poor bastard. Daryl turned to his brother, and they drank down a beer or two until the sound of a chair falling backward made the room go silent. The woman had gotten up from the table in a huff and stormed out.

The man ran to the door behind her and yelled, "Where are you going?!"

"Home!" the woman yelled back.

"Wait, I'll drive you!"

"Don't bother! Wouldn't want to make it seem like I'm being a 'stuck up princess!'"

"Lori, that's not what I meant! Come on-" The woman didn't turn around. "Fine, go! See if I give a shit!"

The man walked back inside with his head down, oblivious to the awkward stares he was getting from around the room. He put down some money on the table, then took a seat at the bar, a few chairs down from the brothers. He ordered a beer and drank it silently.

Merle, being the least subtle man in the known universe, slurred out, "Ya got lady troubles, partner?"

The man looked at him with a mix of anxiety and disdain. He just nodded, then turned back to his beer.

"Hey honey," Merle beckoned to the bartender. "Get this guy another tall one, on me!" Daryl knew he was trying to be "considerate" or what the fuck ever, but clearly it wasn't coming off that way. The man didn't say anything again, just took the second drink.

"A thanks would be nice," Merle said to him, a little more forcefully.

Daryl was growing annoyed with his brother. "Shut up, Merle."

"Thanks," the man uttered, uninterested.

"Prick," Merle scoffed. He turned back to the trashy woman he was trying to coerce into taking him back to her place. He never was good with the charm, but he usually relied on other methods of coercion, most of them involving the small amount of white powder he kept on him.

Daryl pulled out a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one. This was one of the few places that still allowed smoking inside. He offered the pack to the stranger, with a low voice, "Ya need one?"

Rick was startled at the man's voice, not as slurred or loud as his friend's. He never really smoked, only when he was having a bad day. This qualified as a bad day, so he nodded and took one from the pack, lighting it up with the lighter the man offered. He took a long drag, inhaling the harsh taste of the Marlboro.

Daryl and Merle may have been broke as fuck, but they didn't skimp on cigarettes.

Rick was torn between being pissed at Lori or upset with himself. Lori was such a drama queen. So he hadn't taken her to the best restaurant in town, big deal. But he should have known she wouldn't have liked the place.

He was starting to think they weren't quite right for each other. They had only been dating for a few months, but they had dated all through high school before breaking up because Lori wanted to go to college and Rick was heading to the police academy. Regardless, this fight tonight was one of the worst.

He thanked the man for the smoke, to which he answered, "No problem. Sorry about my brother. He's an ass."

"No, it's fine," he answered. He stuck his hand out, "Rick."

"Daryl." He shook the outstretched hand. "That yer wife?" He gestured to the door.

"Nah, just my girlfriend," Rick answered.

"Oh, well I couldn't help but hear yer fight."

"Yeah," Rick laughed without humor. "I think everybody did. Happens all the time. Usually starts with me bein' an asshole."

Daryl nodded sympathetically.

"But I mean, it's not always my fault. We've known each other since childhood, but sometimes I still feel like she doesn't know me at all. Like she doesn't hear me when I talk, like she doesn't listen." The alcohol was getting to his head now.

Daryl nodded again, letting the man ramble. He talked about his girlfriend for a while, about their problems, the words spilling from him as he ordered more and more beers. Daryl found himself half listening, half just watching the ways the man moved. His features were mild, nothing special about them, but he talked with an animation that entranced Daryl.

"Sorry, I don't uuusually drink this much," Rick slurred, once the bar had started to clear out. It was well past midnight, and Rick was deep in. "Also haven't drank in-" He was cut off mid sentence by an impressive burp. That elicited a hearty laugh from Rick and Daryl grinned.

"Nah, yer fine. I usually drink more than this." Daryl had been so intrigued by the man that he had only ordered one or two more beers all night. The effects of the valium were wearing off, too.

Merle was coming up to him. "Hey little brother. I'm gonna go home with-" He turned to her and back to Daryl, struggling to remember the girl's name, "withhh-this pretty girl here." He slurred the end of the sentence.

"A'right. Be careful," Daryl warned for the thousandth time, though Merle never heeded the warning. They stumbled out the door.

Rick was drunk. Like, really really drunk. "Thass a good idea. I should get going." Rick stood up and the room seemed to turn sideways.

Daryl reacted quickly, holding the man up before he hit his head on the barstool. "Woah there. Why dontchu call a cab? Where ya live?"

Rick's eyes got wide. "I-I can't go home like this." He gestured in front of him, which in turn threw him off balance again. "I have this repu-putation to stick up to. If anybody sees me like this…" Rick looked genuinely worried, but the alcohol was heightening his emotions. "No, I'll just, just stay here." He turned back to sit at the bar.

The bartender looked at them icily. "Look, they're closin'. Ya can't stay here," Daryl urged him.

"Oh. Well I guess I'm gonna call a cab." Rick staggered out the door. Daryl picked up his jacket and followed.

Daryl couldn't just leave him here. The poor guy was shitfaced, and for some reason he couldn't go home. Maybe he was a politician or something. But he couldn't just leave the guy here. He'd been in this situation too many times, and too many times he didn't have anyone there to help him.

Rick was trying to unlock his phone when Daryl said, "Hey, why don't I just take you back with me? We're stayin' at a hotel down the street, and since my brother isn't gonna be there, there's an empty bed."

Rick eyed him suspiciously. "I don't know, mannn."

"C'mon. You can't even see straight, let alone call a cab."

On that note, Rick staggered into the neighboring building and dropped his phone. He looked at Daryl, embarrassed. "Alright."

Daryl led him back down the street about half a mile to the hotel. They got into the room without a hassle, and Daryl sat down on the bed and took off his shoes and jacket. He got two bottles of water out of the mini fridge.

Rick sat down on the other bed and slipped his shoes off. Daryl set the water bottle next to him. "Drink this. It'll help in the morning."

"Thanks."

"No problem."

"No really, thanks for everything. You musta listened to me bitch about Lori for hours back there." The fresh air had sobered him up a little.

"Eh, it's nothin'," Daryl answered.

Rick nodded and turned to lie down. Obviously his stomach had other plans, as he went running for the bathroom seconds later. He didn't think there was anything but alcohol in his stomach, but he leaned over the toilet nonetheless. He flushed and came back out, smelling and feeling absolutely disgusting.

Daryl saw how much of a mess the man was. He had a brotherly instinct in him, from the many times Merle had come home either drunk or high or both. He would clean him up, get him in new clothes, and make sure he was okay, because Lord knows he couldn't take care of himself. So now as he watched Rick lurch over to the bed, he said, "You look like shit. Gimme yer shirt."

Rick obeyed without protest, as it was covered in sweat. Daryl threw it in the shower to clean it later and walked back into the room to see Rick stripping his pants off, too. "Oh. Um, okay," he stammered out. He was trying to avoid eye contact, but the only other place his eyes would go was not a place he wanted to be caught looking at either.

Rick laid back down on the bed, still smelling pretty gross. Daryl picked up his jeans and then offered, "Do you just want to shower?"

"Sure, I guess," Rick answered, then got up somewhat steadily. He went into the small bathroom, and Daryl heard the water start a minute later.

Well shit. Daryl didn't want to be thinking what he was thinking, but he could feel the thought creep into his mind. He has a girlfriend. A girlfriend. He turned the TV up.

The shower shut off, and he heard Rick brush his teeth with the little complimentary toothbrush. The man walked out a minute later in nothing but the towel, holding his boxers in his hand. "My shirt and pants are soaked…."

"Oh! Right, yeah, uh, here." Daryl gave him one of his shirts and a pair of sweats. He dressed with the bathroom door open, and Daryl couldn't help but peek at the reflection in the mirror. He saw Rick's bare back, his muscles nicely defined. The small, but shapely, ass sliding into his sweats made Daryl's insides stir.

He sat back before Rick entered the room. Rick sat down on the other bed, and they sat in awkward silence until Daryl gestured pointedly to the water that was now on the dresser across the room.

"Oh, right." Rick got up and took a sip, then took a longer gulp once he realized how thirsty he was. Daryl watched him intently, careful to look away before Rick saw. He was still pretty drunk, but the shower seemed to help. Still, he swayed when he cocked his head back for another drink of water, and Daryl moved to steady him, while Rick leaned forward at the same time.

The result was both of the men falling in a heap onto the bed, Daryl's back pressed into the comforter. Rick didn't move right away, and Daryl's mind didn't have the power to stop his hand from sliding up the man's back ever so lightly.

Rick didn't start at the touch, but his eyes did snap to Daryl's. The redneck looked back with apprehension. Up close the man's features were beautiful, strong cheekbones and blue eyes that pierced his soul. Daryl let himself look at him for one second more before moving to get up.

But Rick had a grasp on his shirt that pinned him down. Daryl looked at the man again, then dared to make a bold move. He leaned up, touching his lips to Rick's soft mouth.

Rick responded without thought, tightening the grip he had on the other man's shirt. Daryl brought one hand up to cup the back of his head, pushing the man's lips to his own harder. Daryl pulled back slightly to get the man's bottom lip between his teeth. Rick let out an involuntary moan that startled himself.

Daryl laughed breathily and let his other hand wander further up the man's body, over his rib cage, up his arm, and around his shoulder.

Suddenly Rick pulled them apart. "I don't- I mean, I've never-" He didn't know how to finish the sentence.

Daryl looked away, crashing down from the high he was just on. "Oh. We, uh, we don't have to."

"No!" Rick said loud. He continued quieter, "I mean, it's not that. I-I just don't know what to do."

That was all the confirmation Daryl needed. He brought their mouths back together briefly before parting again to say, "I'll lead. You just follow. If yer sure..."

Rick nodded as Daryl's mouth trailed from his cheek to his jaw and down his collarbone. Rick was breathing heavily when Daryl ran his hand from shoulder to thigh, caressing his ass with a feather light touch. It was making Rick crazy.

He wasn't gay, at least he didn't think he was. He liked when he and Lori fucked, but he didn't completely hate this either. It felt almost the same, just with a man. He sobered up real quick, and yet he didn't want to stop.

He tangled his hand in Daryl's hair and pulled him back to his lips. His tongue had a mind of its own as he assaulted Daryl's mouth ferociously. Daryl pushed back with the same vigor, while he grabbed Rick's other hand and pushed it down his body to wear his shirt and pants met.

Rick got the hint quickly and pulled Daryl's shirt up, exposing the dark hair along his midsection. But that wasn't enough. Daryl needed to be touched, to feel his shirtless body against Rick. He ripped Rick's shirt off roughly, running both of his hands up his warm chest. Rick moaned into his mouth.

His hands pulled at Daryl's hemline again, and this time Daryl put his arms above his head, hoping Rick would understand. He did and awkwardly pulled the shirt up and off.

Rick's hands were cold as they touched Daryl's sides. He shivered lightly at the touch, and Rick pulled back with a worried look. "Yer fine," Daryl said, pulling Rick's body back down against his with a firm grip on his back.

Daryl broke their kiss to move down to Rick's chiseled chest. He could tell he worked out, like really worked out. His pecs were defined, and Daryl felt the outline of a six pack as he licked long lines up his stomach.

Rick's body was on fire. One hand was still in Daryl's hair, the other on his muscular arm. His breath hitched when Daryl's teeth grazed his nipple. Daryl's hands were everywhere on him. Rick couldn't keep track of the sensations running through his body.

Daryl was so turned on by the sounds coming from above him. Suddenly Rick pushed him away from him, down into the mattress. He looked up to see Rick descending on his chest, taking his nipple into his mouth and sucking it. Daryl let out a moan.

Rick took this as encouragement and ran his nails down the man's chest, leaving temporary red lines. He heard Daryl's breathing catch, and he did it again, this time harder. That earned him a moan from Daryl and the hand on the back of Rick's neck tightened.

Rick was apprehensive to go down any further than Daryl's waistband, but he tried to mirror Daryl's movements on him, assaulting the defined muscles of his chest with his tongue.

Daryl wanted more, but knew Rick wasn't going to make that move. So he took it upon himself to find Rick's groin and squeeze his hard member through the sweats. He rubbed him until Rick was breathing hard into the crook of his neck. The man reached to take his own pants off, but Daryl grabbed his wrist and threw it to the side. Daryl flipped them and slowly slid the sweats off of his ass then moved to the front. He pulled them down painfully slow, leaving Rick's erection to be pulled down until it finally popped free and laid long and hard against his stomach.

Rick didn't think he had ever been this hard in his life. It was just something about the way Daryl moved. Every touch made Rick's body hum with hot need. And as Daryl's mouth came down on Rick's dick, he thought he wasn't going to last a minute.

This was better than any woman he had ever had.

Daryl struggled to fit Rick's length into his mouth. He was hung like a horse. Dary licked the precum from the tip on the way up and lightly fondled his balls as he shoved himself all the way down. He hummed and set a steady pace of up and downs.

Rick involuntarily bucked into Daryl's mouth more than once. It just felt so damn good. Rick tangled his hands back into Daryl's hair and pulled him off when he didn't think he could take any more.

They moved to the edge of the bed, and Rick got on his knees on the ground, his eyes level with the tent in Daryl's jeans. Rick fumbled with the button, shaking with anticipation. Finally his pants were undone, and Rick pulled his erection free less than gracefully.

He stared at it for a second. That's not gonna fit in my mouth.

Daryl's hand in his hair urged him forward gently. Rick stuck his tongue out and tried to replicate what Daryl had been doing to him seconds before. He licked the tip lightly, the taste not unpleasant. He decided the best bet was to just put it in his mouth and go from there. So that's what he did.

Rick's mouth enveloped him, and he let out a low moan,

Well. That's one way to do it, Daryl thought. He was cut off mid thought when Rick's tongue circled the base of his cock. He was a fast learner. Daryl thrust his hips up in sync with Rick's steady pace.

Daryl couldn't get enough of this man. He wanted more. He pulled Rick off of him and captured his lips. They laid back on the bed, mouths still intertwined, and there was no space between them.

Daryl nipped at his earlobe, and his tongue slid from lobe to tip. He whispered, "I want you."

Rick practically purred, until he realized just what Daryl meant. Then his face got hot and he stammered, "Uh, you mean like I would-or would you-like with the whole-"

Daryl planted rough kisses on his neck. "Whatever you want." Daryl trailed his tongue down Rick's adam's apple, stopping to leave a red circle under his jaw bone.

Rick let out a shaky breath. "I mean- we could do both, I guess?"

Daryl let out a low laugh and said, "Okay."

Rick was on top of him, so he grabbed the man's thighs and wiggled himself out from under him. He sat up in front of him and grabbed his chin in a fierce grasp. He pulled their lips together harshly, and asked in a husky voice, "How do you like it?"

Rick's apprehension seemed to disappear with Daryl's rough touch. He grabbed the eager man's hips and spun him around so that he was on all fours.

Daryl turned his ass up so that his tight hole was shown in all it's glory. Rick realized at that point he had no idea what to do. He had done anal with girls before, though; he figured this was pretty similar. Still, he paused.

But Daryl was impatient. He inserted his middle finger into his hole, and Rick moaned quietly at the sight. He had never seen someone do that to themselves before, and he somehow became harder than he thought was possible. Daryl rocked his hips back on himself, grazing Rick's hard package.

When Daryl slid his finger out, Rick's took it's place. He marvelled at the tightness around his finger. He pushed in quickly, and Daryl jerked in surprise. Rick pulled out just as quick, "I'm-did I hurt you?"

Daryl groaned at the loss of Rick's hand. "No, just get the hell back over here."

Rick laughed quietly as his finger entered Daryl again. He added another finger soon after, which led Daryl to push back on his fingers with more force. Rick stroked himself with his free hand, until Daryl's face was pushed into the bed and he was seconds away from begging for Rick's cock.

Rick pushed the head of his rock hard erection into Daryl's ass. Rick reached around to stroke Daryl; he was just going on instinct now.

Daryl moaned and pressed his hips back into Rick, allowing more of Rick to enter Daryl's already full ass.

They continued like this, one moving at a time in an awkward, jolting motion, until Rick was settled completely inside Daryl.

Rick pulled out and pushed in with force, and this time Daryl was ready. He let out a moan, which encouraged Rick even more.

Rick was fucking big, bigger than any guy Daryl had been with before.

Rick could hardly form a coherent thought as Daryl's tightness flexed around him. He picked up the pace, needing to feel more of Daryl, harder, faster. The sound of skin hitting skin grew louder, and their moans louder even. He couldn't help the sounds that were falling from his lips now.

"Fuck, oh my god,-fuck.." With every thrust he grew closer to his climax. He jerked Daryl off in pace with his thrusts, and soon Daryl was moaning louder than him.

Daryl was embarrassed. Usually he could keep himself under control, but fuck, Rick was making him lose his mind. But he couldn't come just yet.

He put his hands on Rick's stomach and pulled himself off the man's bulging dick. This drew a whimper from the man, and Daryl laughed again. "Don't worry. You'll like this part, too." He flung him down onto the bed, spread eagle, and took the length into his mouth.

Rick arched his back and moaned as Daryl's mouth did things unimaginable to him. One hand clutched the pillow beneath his head, the other tangled in Daryl's hair.

He was reduced to a writhing moaning mess under Daryl's touch. It wasn't just his mouth on him, it was his hands, and his hair, and every spot their bodies touched. He was on fire, and at the same time, he felt like he was shivering from being outside on a cold night. He was on top of a mountain breathing new air, and he was underwater, holding his breath longer than ever before.

Finally Rick couldn't hold on any longer and with a loud groan, he shot his cum into Daryl's waiting mouth. Daryl licked his lips with a smack and traveled back up to Rick's mouth.

Their mouths collided sloppily, and Rick tasted his own cum on Daryl's lips. He didn't hate the taste, and he was surprised to feel a stirring in his groin at the thought of tasting Daryl's cum.

Daryl watched Rick lick his lips, and they looked at each other with lustful eyes. Daryl wound his fingers in Rick's short hair and assaulted his mouth, before pulling back to say with a wicked grin, "Now it's my turn."

Thoughts, feelings, impressions? I had to add that little Boondock Saints reference in there with "McGinty's" bar. :) I hope you enjoyed, and I will have the second chapter out soon. Reviews are welcomed and appreciated greatly! Thanks guys.