blaze a path over his skin. Jesse whimpered a warning as he passed the point of no return and Derek continued working him towards ecstasy. The cloud of need that had built within his released into a rainstorm of pleasure and Derek didn't shy away from the storm.
Derek made his way back up Jesse's body, again trailing kisses as he went, and when he was beside him said, “Was that what you wanted?”
Jesse managed a languid nod of agreement and Derek grinned then kissed him.
Derek said, “Any time you need something, just tell me. I’m happy when you’re happy.”
“I think you could be happier.” Jesse wrapped his hand around Derek's erect cock and felt the vibration of Derek's low, rumbling purr as the bed shifted underneath them.
“I like the way you think.”
***
They spent most of the morning in bed, emerging to shower only when they heard Mike’s truck crank and then the sounds of the engine fade as he drove away. Jesse vetoed a plan to take the horses for a ride, stating that Derek had already spent enough time in his saddle to make time on the trail an uncomfortable proposition. They packed a lunch and drove down to one of the less popular swimming spots on the river, wasting a languid day there until they’d run out of food and energy. They laughed a lot, alternating swimming, teasing, and generally being fools with hungry kisses and sultry touches. It was a break from who and where they were. They weren't separated by a generation and the thousand mile drive that loomed in the near future, they were just be two people having a good time. Jesse didn’t realize how often and casual their touches had become until they returned home.
Mike’s glare was like ice as he came out on the porch to stare them down, Jesse with his back pressed against the hot, faded paint of the truck and Derek with a hand on either side of him, penning him in. When he realized they were being watch, Jesse ducked out of the makeshift embrace and bounced up the steps past his father, dragging Derek along by the hand behind his until they were both on the porch, even with Mike who seemed ready for a showdown.
He met his father’s icy stare with a smile and said, “Why don’t you take a walk? We’ll make dinner.” He shoved Derek ahead of him into the kitchen and around the corner, out of Mike’s sight.
Derek pulled him, in close, barely suppressing a burst of laughter, and asked, “Did you just protect me from your father?”
Jesse kissed him and teased, “If he knew what you’d spent the day doing to me he’d be digging the hole for your body already.”
They both gave up the fight against for a straight face at that, collapsing in fits of laughter that only grew louder when they heard the clomp of Mike’s boots on the porch steps. When their laughter died down, Jesse rested his head on Derek's chest and relaxed into the comfort of his arms. He'd be lucky if his heart only broke into a handful of pieces. When he thought about Derek leaving tomorrow, he felt like he'd shatter. This might be just a show they were putting on to smooth things over with his parents, but it felt real.
***
Derek gave the simmering pot of beans a quick stir and then tasted the corn cake batter he’d been carefully doctoring with the available ingredients. He wasn’t satisfied with it, but he declared it would have to be good enough unless they wanted to drive into town to the grocery store. Jesse had long finished the chopping duties for the salad he'd been assigned and had been watching and listening as Derek talked. He’d been
Derek made his way back up Jesse's body, again trailing kisses as he went, and when he was beside him said, “Was that what you wanted?”
Jesse managed a languid nod of agreement and Derek grinned then kissed him.
Derek said, “Any time you need something, just tell me. I’m happy when you’re happy.”
“I think you could be happier.” Jesse wrapped his hand around Derek's erect cock and felt the vibration of Derek's low, rumbling purr as the bed shifted underneath them.
“I like the way you think.”
***
They spent most of the morning in bed, emerging to shower only when they heard Mike’s truck crank and then the sounds of the engine fade as he drove away. Jesse vetoed a plan to take the horses for a ride, stating that Derek had already spent enough time in his saddle to make time on the trail an uncomfortable proposition. They packed a lunch and drove down to one of the less popular swimming spots on the river, wasting a languid day there until they’d run out of food and energy. They laughed a lot, alternating swimming, teasing, and generally being fools with hungry kisses and sultry touches. It was a break from who and where they were. They weren't separated by a generation and the thousand mile drive that loomed in the near future, they were just be two people having a good time. Jesse didn’t realize how often and casual their touches had become until they returned home.
Mike’s glare was like ice as he came out on the porch to stare them down, Jesse with his back pressed against the hot, faded paint of the truck and Derek with a hand on either side of him, penning him in. When he realized they were being watch, Jesse ducked out of the makeshift embrace and bounced up the steps past his father, dragging Derek along by the hand behind his until they were both on the porch, even with Mike who seemed ready for a showdown.
He met his father’s icy stare with a smile and said, “Why don’t you take a walk? We’ll make dinner.” He shoved Derek ahead of him into the kitchen and around the corner, out of Mike’s sight.
Derek pulled him, in close, barely suppressing a burst of laughter, and asked, “Did you just protect me from your father?”
Jesse kissed him and teased, “If he knew what you’d spent the day doing to me he’d be digging the hole for your body already.”
They both gave up the fight against for a straight face at that, collapsing in fits of laughter that only grew louder when they heard the clomp of Mike’s boots on the porch steps. When their laughter died down, Jesse rested his head on Derek's chest and relaxed into the comfort of his arms. He'd be lucky if his heart only broke into a handful of pieces. When he thought about Derek leaving tomorrow, he felt like he'd shatter. This might be just a show they were putting on to smooth things over with his parents, but it felt real.
***
Derek gave the simmering pot of beans a quick stir and then tasted the corn cake batter he’d been carefully doctoring with the available ingredients. He wasn’t satisfied with it, but he declared it would have to be good enough unless they wanted to drive into town to the grocery store. Jesse had long finished the chopping duties for the salad he'd been assigned and had been watching and listening as Derek talked. He’d been
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