hand and slid it down to his cock which twitched at the touch. “Here.”
Derek gave a low chuckle. “I guess we have skipped that. Yeah, I can do that. Now tell me what else you want.”
“That,” he said.
Derek drew back from him. “That's it?”
“I've heard it's supposed to be good.”
“Heard? You've never…?” Derek made some hand gestures that didn't convey much meaning but did reinforce his confusion.
“I've tried it, but it wasn't amazing or anything. Nothing I couldn't live without, but it’s supposed to be great, right?”
“You’re never going to want to let me go,” Derek promised.
Jesse felt the lump in his throat grow. That was already the problem. He didn’t want to let him go. Despite all Derek's bluster and too slick smiles, Jesse felt as certain quiet understanding and acceptance when they were together. Dressed or not, time with Derek was just better than all the days before he’d gotten here. It had been like this before they'd ever kissed too, for years now, but to a lesser degree. Derek would drop by to see his parents, full of energy, mischief, and tales of his adventures on the road, and Jesse would be torn between his desire to look cool and an urge to follow Derek around like a puppy and just be near him.
Getting closer to Derek hadn’t slaked his thirst. He was like drinking salt water; a taste just made his crave more. The sensible part of his brain screamed that this whole mess was just as good for his as salt water, too. Derek was leaving in a few days and sucking in as much fantasy as he could before then wasn’t going to make living without him any better. If anything it would be worse because he’d know what he was missing.
Derek kissed his forehead, his eyes already heavy-lidded with impending sleep. “Night, Jess. Tomorrow’s going to be another good one.” Derek gave him a squeeze, pulling him against his broad chest and then snuggling down into the bed skin to skin. Jesse didn’t just hear the steady beat of Derek's heart, he felt it, hypnotizing him, telling him to go ahead and fall. It wasn’t like he was winning this fight with himself anyway; he was just limiting his fun.
Tomorrow he’d say yes to whatever Derek wanted to do, and the next day he’d leave. There were plenty of days left in Jesse's life for chores and denial, and with his parents soon adding a crying baby to the household mix he’d have plenty of time to be patient and dutiful. He owed himself just one more day of indulgence. He’d deal with the consequences later.
***
Jesse awoke to the feeling of stubble tracing a rough path over his chest and down across his belly.
“What are you doing?” Jesse asked.
“Having breakfast,” Derek answered.
He shouldered Jesse's thighs apart, pushing his legs wide as his tongue slid over Jesse's delicate skin. As he’d expected, Derek knew just what to do, teasing confident patterns over his tender flesh, mixing hard and soft touches, and quickly winding the tendrils of need within him until Jesse was once again pressing his pillow to his face to smother his sounds. His hips began to buck, and Derek placed an arm over his hip bones to still him and whispered, “Trust me.”
Jesse whimpered and tried to hold still as Derek repeatedly built him up into a hill of need and backed away before reaching the peak, edging closer to the climax each time. Derek's mouth continued to
Derek gave a low chuckle. “I guess we have skipped that. Yeah, I can do that. Now tell me what else you want.”
“That,” he said.
Derek drew back from him. “That's it?”
“I've heard it's supposed to be good.”
“Heard? You've never…?” Derek made some hand gestures that didn't convey much meaning but did reinforce his confusion.
“I've tried it, but it wasn't amazing or anything. Nothing I couldn't live without, but it’s supposed to be great, right?”
“You’re never going to want to let me go,” Derek promised.
Jesse felt the lump in his throat grow. That was already the problem. He didn’t want to let him go. Despite all Derek's bluster and too slick smiles, Jesse felt as certain quiet understanding and acceptance when they were together. Dressed or not, time with Derek was just better than all the days before he’d gotten here. It had been like this before they'd ever kissed too, for years now, but to a lesser degree. Derek would drop by to see his parents, full of energy, mischief, and tales of his adventures on the road, and Jesse would be torn between his desire to look cool and an urge to follow Derek around like a puppy and just be near him.
Getting closer to Derek hadn’t slaked his thirst. He was like drinking salt water; a taste just made his crave more. The sensible part of his brain screamed that this whole mess was just as good for his as salt water, too. Derek was leaving in a few days and sucking in as much fantasy as he could before then wasn’t going to make living without him any better. If anything it would be worse because he’d know what he was missing.
Derek kissed his forehead, his eyes already heavy-lidded with impending sleep. “Night, Jess. Tomorrow’s going to be another good one.” Derek gave him a squeeze, pulling him against his broad chest and then snuggling down into the bed skin to skin. Jesse didn’t just hear the steady beat of Derek's heart, he felt it, hypnotizing him, telling him to go ahead and fall. It wasn’t like he was winning this fight with himself anyway; he was just limiting his fun.
Tomorrow he’d say yes to whatever Derek wanted to do, and the next day he’d leave. There were plenty of days left in Jesse's life for chores and denial, and with his parents soon adding a crying baby to the household mix he’d have plenty of time to be patient and dutiful. He owed himself just one more day of indulgence. He’d deal with the consequences later.
***
Jesse awoke to the feeling of stubble tracing a rough path over his chest and down across his belly.
“What are you doing?” Jesse asked.
“Having breakfast,” Derek answered.
He shouldered Jesse's thighs apart, pushing his legs wide as his tongue slid over Jesse's delicate skin. As he’d expected, Derek knew just what to do, teasing confident patterns over his tender flesh, mixing hard and soft touches, and quickly winding the tendrils of need within him until Jesse was once again pressing his pillow to his face to smother his sounds. His hips began to buck, and Derek placed an arm over his hip bones to still him and whispered, “Trust me.”
Jesse whimpered and tried to hold still as Derek repeatedly built him up into a hill of need and backed away before reaching the peak, edging closer to the climax each time. Derek's mouth continued to
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