CHAPTER NINE
A sharp rattle from the living room woke me up, and I gingerly climbed out from under Derrek’s arm to find my phone and turn off the alarm. I didn’t even stop to check the time on my way out of the room.
Derrek didn’t seem like he was going to stir at all—he was probably a heavy sleeper—so I padded as quickly as I could to take my phone from the glass table and silence the angry shaking.
It was around seven o’clock.
We’d slept for maybe four hours after getting in so late from the restaurant. I took a moment to sit down, the cold leather almost painful against my bare back, and reminded myself to find a thermostat before taking a shower. Derrek probably didn’t want to wake up in an ice box, either. Standing, I palmed my phone and padded back toward the bedroom, intent on finding a cozy towel in Derrek’s closet.
He was still asleep and hadn’t moved, one foot poking out from under a mass of blankets, and I smiled as I opened the closet door, immediately finding a stack of towels on the left. I plucked one from the shelf and turned slowly, the soft rustling of blankets from the bed making me jump.
I didn’t want Derrek to think I was trying to get out of his apartment quickly. I put the towel down at the foot of the bed, resting my phone on top of it, and slowly climbed back under the blanket beside him.
It was incredibly warm under the weight of Derrek’s giant comforter, and I paused as I made a slow crawl back up toward his chest. His breathing was deep and even, the muscles of his chest and abs rising and falling rhythmically, but the quick flick of his finger scratching a tiny spot on his thigh gave him away. My eyes took on a wicked gleam and I stopped at his waist, where his too-tight boxer briefs were trying and failing to contain his throbbing morning wood.
I grinned, sliding down his body to kiss along the inside of his thighs, making my way slowly up to his waistband before pulling it down toward me.
There was a light slap as the weight of his dick thud against his body, and I appreciated that Derrek kept things trim and relatively hairless as I darted my tongue out to toy with his balls, wondering how long he’d keep pretending to be asleep. He still didn’t stir, and I licked my lips, moving to all-fours over his body like a hungry lion.
With one hand, I took his cock and began stroking gently, lapping at his balls with my tongue again and again until I finally buried my face in his crotch and took one into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue and as it went in and out.
I crawled forward again, sliding my hand from his dick to run it up the length of his body, studying every muscle on the way to his nipples. I looked up toward his face in time to catch him mouth something to himself.
I ran my tongue up from his tight balls to the head of his meaty dick, taking it slowly into my mouth. I took it as deeply as I could, and still there was at least an inch I couldn’t swallow. Bringing my other hand back down to support me, I began to suck Derrek’s dick in earnest, making slow, sensual pulls with my lips as I flicked my tongue out around the head.
Finally, he began to move under me, and I could feel the heat of his hands press against my arms, where he squeezed tightly as I carefully moved my tongue up and down as I sucked, his cock twitching occasionally in my mouth. A deep, soft groan escaped his lips as he moved an arm to play with his own nipples, his other hand twisting itself between strands of hair on the back of my head.
I began moaning as I moved too, and began to massage Derrek’s balls with a free hand as he pushed me down harder, choking me with his erection. I gasped and groaned when he finally loosened his grip on my hair and I moved to pull off my own underwear, hungry for the whole of him.
Derrek sat upright in bed as I knelt over him, his hands searching every bare part of me until he had a firm grip on my ass, and we kissed like we’d never kissed before. Lips caught between teeth and tongue wrestled tongue until Derrek pushed me away and rose to his knees on the bed in front of me, his brown eyes alive with heat and hunger.
He pushed me backwards so hard, I twisted my legs to keep myself on the bed, landing flat on my back, and Derrek climbed over me, gripping my neck with a strong hand as we furiously kissed again. I could barely take in enough air between our lips meeting and parting so roughly.
I squirmed beneath him, stroking my own dick intensely as Derrek moved again, forcing me to stop when he clamped my arms to my sides with his legs. I looked up at him, his sharp features alive with tension, and begged him with my eyes to give me more. He pulled his dick back and slapped it hard against my lips with a heavy hand, and I opened my mouth, eager to take it all in.
Cupping my head with one hand, Derrek jerked his hips back and forth, pumping his dick into my mouth while his other hand stroked my cock. I practically whined as he thrust into the back of my throat, and my tongue worked his shaft until he pulled out, cock twitching, to keep from bursting. He swung a leg over me and moved to the foot of the bed, pulling hard on my arms to drag me toward him on my back.
He buried his cock in my mouth again and leaned over my body, propping himself on the bed with a knee as my dick jumped at the touch of his tongue. He continued to thrust, and I pushed my hips up off the bed, feeling his wet lips wrap around my cock until I was completely inside him, his tongue sliding up and down the length of my shaft.
Derrek thrust into my mouth slower, and I could tell he was close. I wrapped my lips around him tighter, making slow, deliberate flicks with my tongue around his cock head as he sucked me off, his stubble burning against my skin.
His hands clutched white-knuckled against my thighs until my skin turned red, and with a great gasp, he rose to kneel over me, my tongue sliding along his body from the base of his cock to his balls, and I lapped against them, moaning as he slid his cock from my mouth and stroked it hard.
His groan was like music when he finally released his load across the length of my body. I felt in on my neck, my chest, on my own hand as I pumped my cock until I came, too.
Derrek loosed a deep, almost hungry chuckle as he leaned over me again and swiped a hand across my abs, a wave of heat rocking my body as I shuddered beneath him. He licked a spot of cum from his hand before spitting into it and reached down to tease my ass, lubing it with spit and semen, pushing gently until he could get inside me with a finger.
I could feel my cock already starting to stir for a second round as it throbbed almost painfully, and Derrek moved to push his dick into my mouth as he fingered me.
I was rock-hard all over again, and I could feel the swell of Derrek’s hardening cock in my mouth as his finger pushed deeper into me. I bucked against it, moaning around the weight of his dick in my mouth until it was too much to bear and I shot a smaller load that made my dick pulse. Derrek erupted a second time too, coating the back of my throat with sticky heat before he grunted as he pulled out and turned to fall backwards on the bed besides me.
“Holy fuck,” he said through gasping breaths, running his clean hand through his hair. “That was something else,” he panted.
“Uh huh,” was all I could manage in response, a smile spreading across my face.
I sat up and looked at Derrek, the same stupid grin plastered across his face, and I couldn’t help the airy laugh that escaped me.
I made my way uncomfortably off the bed and picked up my towel, pulling another one out of the closet and tossing it to Derrek. My phone tumbled to the ground, and I picked it up, ignoring the blinking light as I tossed it to the bed and turned toward the bathroom, where I started to run a comfortably hot shower.
Derrek didn’t follow me in right away, and I walked back to find him cross-legged on the bed, starting at my phone.
“I think you just missed four very fast calls,” he said.
“What? Who was it?” I said, reaching for the phone as it started to shake again.
My face fell as I read Oliver’s name on the call display. It had been days since he blew up at me at home, and we hadn’t really spoken since then. Olly always took a few days to cool down before he wanted to talk about anything—it seemed like he was ready.
But I didn’t think I was.
I sent another incoming call to voicemail and dropped my phone again, reaching out to pull Derrek to his feet and into the bathroom with me.
“It’s just Oliver; you saw him at the bookstore that night. He’ll text if it’s important, don’t worry about it.” I turned and propped one of his arms over my shoulder, both of us on a naked march to the shower.
“Oh, the guy you dated once and stayed friends with?” he asked as he stepped into the shower after me.
My breath caught for a moment—the only thing hotter than Derrek naked was Derrek naked and wet. I shook the thought from my mind, my dick nearly swelling again as I turned to face him, running a hand through my wet hair to push it back.
“Yes, that Oliver,” I said, frowning. “He’s upset, and I think he’s ready to talk about it.”
“You hear out all your friends like that?” Derrek prodded.
“Yes, actually, I do. Don’t tell me you’re one of those guys who can’t talk about his feelings,” I mused, picking up a loofa and dumping a generous amount of body wash onto it. I tossed it the short distance between Derrek and I and he clutched it to his chest, his mouth a thin line.
“Of course not,” he said. “I think you know that already. It’s just…nice that you’re there for people. I like knowing I’ll be able to talk to you when things feel rough.”
I closed my eyes and let the hot water run through my hair and over my face, taking in the warmth of it. When I pushed my hair back again, I gave Derrek a soft smile.
“Of course you can,” I said simply. “But it’s a two-way track, right?” I pushed. Derrek tried and failed to hold back a snort.
“That’s…not how race tracks work, Aiden, but I get what you’re saying,” he said, pushing the loofa into my chest as we switched places. I bit my lip and watched soap slide from every curve of Derrek’s muscled frame slowly toward the drain at his feet.
“You’re really cute when you’re flustered,” he said, leaning forward to kiss me.
Several minutes later, we were clean, dry, and dressed, Derrek in the kitchen while I scooped my phone off the bed and checked my call log. Not every missed call was from Oliver, but if he’d called at all, it had to be important—Oliver wasn’t a huge fan of talking on the phone.
I glanced at the clock in the living room on my way toward Derrek. Eight fifteen. I thumbed a quick text to one of my store managers to let her know I’d be there in the afternoon before immediately texting Olly. Halfway through my message, before I could even think about hitting send, a text from him popped up on my screen.
Olly: Are you at work? Can we talk?
Aiden: I’ll be home in like 20min. Are you okay?
A few minutes went by without a response before my phone buzzed again.
Olly: I’ll be fine. We’ll talk when you get here.
I frowned. Something more than my risky fling with a stranger was bothering him. It could hardly be called a fling anymore—Derrek and I were boyfriends. We were falling harder for each other. ‘I think I’m in love with you’ wasn’t exactly a definite confession, but we couldn’t deny whatever we were feeling for each other.
Everything would be fine.
I’d keep my distance from his racing until I was ready to try visiting him at the track again, and he wasn’t going to push me closer to it. We had no secrets. It was the perfect start.
“Wow, you look like someone just punched your teeth out,” Derrek said as I knit my brow and swiped a full glass of water from the counter.
“I have to go home before checking in at the store. Olly doesn’t seem like he’s in a good place, I want to be there for him,” I said. Derrek pouted at my having to leave and spoke as he leaned over the counter for my empty glass, putting it in the sink.
“You have a big heart, Aiden. I’m worried for your friend, but I’m worried about how much you seem to give to other people, too.” I knit my brow again, my mouth thinning as I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Olly isn’t other people, Derrek. He’s like, my best friend. We’ve been living together for years and we’ve helped each other through rough patches. It’s just what we do.”
I shrugged, standing to round the counter and kiss Derrek before I headed for the door.
“I’ll text you later if you’re free?”
“Just come back after work, I’ll be back from meetings with my team by tonight,” he said, busy with something on his phone. “I told you I placed first in the qualifier you came to, right? I have practice scheduled today. I should be back before you get here. Let’s say eleven?”
“Perfect,” I said as I slipped on my shoes and stood up to put on my jacket. “See you later, Derrek.”
He smiled warmly as he walked from the kitchen and tucked his arms under my unzipped jacket, squeezing me in a tight hug that I returned. Our lips met softly, and an almost shy smile turned Derrek’s lips skyward as our eyes burned deeply into each other.
I brushed a finger against his cheek before I turned and left, pulling the buzzing phone from my pocket as the door shut slowly behind me.
Olly: Hurry if you can. It’s important.