Chapter Four
Derek
One shot led to two shots, and then came dinner, which was a perfectly grilled steak and a baked potato—and Christian did it all while wearing just that one, too-tightly-wrapped towel around his slender waist. The conversation flowed effortlessly between them, and Derek realized he was truly having a good time with Christian.
“I have a confession to make,” Derek admitted. He glanced over at Christian, who was comfortably slouched down in his Adirondack chair. The silly grin and the loose way he planted his body told Derek that Christian was feeling as good as he was right now, and that was a good thing.
“Okay, what is it?” Christian asked.
“You're the first visitor I've had here in a long while, and I'm having a lot of fun,” Derek said. “Having the company has been great.”
Christian smiled bigger and nodded in agreement. “Since we're sharing, I'll admit I was nervous coming back to your cabin for fear you could be a serial killer.”
Derek burst out in loud laughter. “Seriously? Holy shit, that is funny,” Derek exclaimed.
“Have you ever seen a show called Dexter?” Christian asked.
“I love that show,” Derek declared.
“Well, I was afraid your cabin might actually be a kill room and not a cabin at all,” Christian added.
Derek laughed even louder. “When we met, I thought you looked like the guy who plays Dexter.”
“Michael C. Hall,” Christian said. “He's a fantastic actor.”
“Agreed,” Derek said. “He was also really good in that show Six Feet Under.”
A minute passed and the two of them continued to quietly laugh at their conversation, then Christian blurted, “Okay, I'll admit I was watching you at the lake with my binoculars.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” Derek teased, “and you were also watching me beat off.”
Christian scoffed in mock protest, but then a smirk appeared on his face. “All right. Yeah, I did that too.”
Derek rolled his head on the back of the chair and watched the way the reflection of the flames danced across the features of Christian's face. His cheekbones and nose cast shadows in all the best ways, and it had Derek's body starting to respond. “Did you enjoy my show on the beach?” His voice suddenly dropped lower and was laced with arousal.
“It was crazy hot to see,” Christian admitted.
“So, then, you like dick—same as me.” Derek teased.
“You have such a way with words,” Christian replied. “But yeah, I'm gay.”
Even in the dim light of the fire, Derek could still see the blush in his cheeks, which he found adorable. It made Derek want to kiss him senseless and maybe make him flush with heat for an entirely different reason. “Did you get off like I did?”
“I wish.” Christian laughed again. “I started to slip down the hill at the worst possible time.”
“So, you've been blue-balling this whole time?”
“I guess you could say that, but I feel fine,” Christian answered. “I've survived far worse predicaments.”
Derek suddenly stood up from his chair and moved it closer to the deck railing. “Move your chair over here next to mine,” he instructed Christian. Derek sat back down and extended his legs to rest his feet on the cross railing. In this position, he could partially spread his legs. Without any warning, Derek's fingers circled around his shaft and started to slowly pump.
Christian was in the process of dragging his chair across the deck and hadn't noticed what Derek was doing to himself until he sat back down. His body went rigid in his chair the second he saw Derek's hand movement in his lap, and then he quickly turned away.
“Come on, do it with me,” Derek suggested as his fist slowly continued to pump. “You obviously need the release.” After the words left his mouth, his gaze dropped to the tent beneath the towel covering Christian’s groin.
“How can you just do that right here in the open?” Christian questioned.
“First of all it's dark out, and I already told you no one has come near this place in a long time,” Derek explained. “The only eyes that might possibly see this right now are in the heads of the animals in the woods, and I'm pretty sure they don't give a shit what I'm doing to myself.”
“You're crazy! You know that, don't you!” Christian replied and shook his head.
“I might be a little crazy, but I'm also horny,” Derek said. “And you must be crazy too because you're still sitting out here with me wearing nothing more than a towel—a towel which is barely concealing the hard-on you have. Come on, Chris, let's do this together, and we'll see who can shoot the furthest.”
Christian spent the next several moments muttering protests under his breath at a barely audible level and spent even more time adjusting and pressing down on his erection. Derek did his best not to laugh at his new friend, because he had hope that Christian would soon be shedding his inhibitions—maybe along with the towel—and then have a little fun with his new-found freedom. And for that reason, Derek kept working on his dick in plain sight of Christian's interested eyes.
“This feels so good,” Derek announced. He thought some verbal encouragement might have Christian getting more … involved with things.
“What is it about getting off outside for you that makes it impossible to resist?” Christian asked the question in a serious tone.
The sincerity in his voice was the only reason why Derek turned and looked his way. “It's the freedom to be able to do so,” Derek explained, and his fist began to twist around his shaft again. “Jerking off is probably the most basic thing a guy can do; so, to do it outside without any inhibitions attached to it, that's fucking powerful. Then losing my nut in the dirt or the sand, to me, that's like giving a piece of myself back to Mother Earth.” Derek watched the look of shock soften Christian's face as his eyebrows lifted halfway up his forehead.
“You're being serious,” Christian said.
“Very,” Derek answered. “You really should give it a try. Just pull out your cock and work it like I'm doing.”
“Easy for you, not so much for me,” Christian admitted.
“Don't you need to get off?” Derek asked.
Christian glanced down at his groin and the huge bulge under the towel and snickered. “It's kind of obvious, isn't it?”
“Then unwrap that beast and let's do this,” Derek instructed.
“I think I need more alcohol,” Christian said.
Derek got out of his chair and reached for the tequila bottle, then he filled the shot glasses again. He turned around to hand one to Christian but stumbled a bit with his footing and wound up spilling a few drops of the alcohol onto Christian's bare chest. Derek was quick with his finger and collected the tequila from Christian's warm skin, then he pushed the digit into his mouth and moaned.
Maybe it was the sultry sound Derek put into his moan when he sucked on his finger, or maybe the fact his hard cock was bobbing right at Christian's eye level, but regardless of the reason, a second later Christian's cock flexed, and his thick erection pushed on the terrycloth material with enough force to pop the towel open. Christian's hands quickly flew to his lap to fix himself, but Derek stopped him.
“Don't you dare cover that up,” Derek said. He held Christian's gaze for a moment and then stepped back to admire the view. “Jesus, you're gorgeous, sitting there leaking all over yourself.”
“Fuckkk,” Christian sighed.
Derek leaned forward and set his hands on one arm of Christian's chair, then he inched closer to bring his mouth beside Christian's ear. “Is that a request?”
It sounded like Christian tried to say something, but the noise that passed through his lips was more like a squeak. Derek shifted himself to stand between Christian's legs, then moved his head closer. They were almost nose to nose now, and Christian was practically panting. His hot exhales of breath ghosting over Derek's cheeks were giving him goosebumps, but he wasn't telling Derek to back off. The flare of his nostrils and the interested spark he could see in Christian's eyes told Derek they both wanted this.
Derek nudged his nose to Christian's and slanted his head. “I want to kiss you so badly,” he said, “and I'm pretty sure you want me to. Am I right?” Christian groaned and then nodded his approval. Derek smiled warmly and eliminated the remaining distance separating them and covered Christian's lips.
This was no ordinary kiss. There was no slow buildup of temperature. The first brush of their lips seemed to ignite something within, and from the moment their mouths sealed and their tongues touched, it was as if mission control had launched their latest missile. It was zero-to-a-thousand in just a few seconds. Christian's hands pulled at the sides of Derek's neck to deepen their kiss even more, and Derek just held on for the delicious ride.
When they finally came up for air, Derek leaned back. His eyes dropped to the messy state of Christian's cock with the pre-come dripping down the sides. The vision was beautiful and Derek licked his lips.
“Let me suck you,” Derek suggested. “I want to taste all of that on my tongue.”
Christian's head thudded against the back of the chair, and his eyes closed. “Holy shit,” he said like a whispered breath.
Derek dropped to his knees between Christian's and licked a hot line of wetness along the inside of one of Christian's spread thighs, making him tremble from the touch. He shivered again when Derek's tongue burned a path across his sac and traveled up to bite at his hip bone.
“Ohmygod … Ohmygod,” Christian slurred the words together.
Yeah, this is going to be a lot of fun, Derek thought, and then he went to work. He licked up one side of Christian's dick and down the other, circled the crown, and took him all the way to the back of his throat. Christian damn near jackknifed up in the chair.
“Fuckkk!”
“Not right now.” Derek teased. “I'm too busy deep-throating you.”
“No joke,” Christian panted. “I'm not going to last.”
Derek popped off of Christian's cock and moved back against the railing. “Stand up and fuck my mouth,” he instructed, “and when you come, I want you to shout as loud as you can into the woods.”
Christian made a scoffing sound like Derek was out of his mind. “I'm not even sure I can stand up right now.”
“Use the handrail to hold onto,” Derek directed. “Come on. Get up. I want you back in my mouth.”
Christian slowly lifted himself and the towel remained in the chair. Derek quickly reached for his hips and tugged Christian closer, then wrapped his lips around his dick again.
“Fuck my mouth,” Derek mumbled with his mouth full of Christian.
Christian's hips started to rock forward and back with the help of Derek's hands on him doing some of the work. It didn't take long for Christian to find his rhythm. He was thrusting like a pro, and Derek was doing his best not to gag.
“I'm gonna come,” Christian said through gritted teeth.
“Shout it!”
Christian's hips snapped forward one last time, and his back bowed right before Derek felt the blast of his hot seed fill his mouth. Then came the roar which Derek felt as a rumble in the pit of Christian's stomach before it lifted up through his torso and rang out above his head to bounce around through the trees in the woods.
Fucking epic.
Derek waited until Christian seemed to float back into his body, then he stood up from his knees. “Watch this,” Derek said. He turned around to face the woods and started to quickly stroke his cock while his other hand rolled his ball sac around in his palm. Less than a minute later, Derek was announcing his release much in the same way Christian had just a few minutes before, with his voice ricocheting around the trees.
After he milked the last bit of come from his cock, he turned to face Christian. “Not bad for a first round,” he said, then nipped at Christian's bottom lip before he fully kissed him.
“Round one?” Christian asked when their kiss ended.
“If you can hang around a while tomorrow, we can tackle round two, maybe even three—if you're interested,” Derek offered. “Unless you already have plans, then I can just take you back to your car in the morning.”
Christian shook his head. “No plans.”
“Good, then let's go inside and get some rest,” Derek directed. “You'll need it if we're climbing the Longhorn.”
“I thought the Longhorn was too difficult for me?” Christian asked.
“I'm bringing you in the back way which goes by the waterfall,” Derek reminded him.
“Oh, right. I forgot about that,” Christian remarked.
They were right by the door of the cabin when Derek stopped Christian from entering with his outstretched arm. “One more thing,” he said. “From here on out, clothing is not allowed.”
“Naked?”
“Yep, just like me,” Derek said and started to grin when he saw Christian's cheeks flush. “You're adorable when you're embarrassed, but it's okay. Considering I've had your dick in my throat, I think we've reached the stage where it's acceptable for us to be naked around each other.”