The only light was coming from the nearly full moon, careening off the water's surface. He looked over the edge of the bridge and could see his shadow reflected on the water and illuminated by the moonlight.
"Derek." The sound was airy, almost sounding like the blowing of a breeze. "Derek." It was a bit stronger this time.
He turned and was facing Scott. Although he was initially startled, his nerves immediately subsided and a feeling of warmth and calm overtook him as he stared into piercing blue-green eyes. "What are you doing here?"
Scott took a step closer to him so that they were standing with their faces almost touching. "Derek" he said, his breath brushing against Derek's cheek, causing the hairs on his neck 59
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to rise. Scott reached his hand up and cupped Derek's cheek, gently curving his fingers around the back of his head.
Derek closed his eyes and took in a deep breath through his nose. "Mmm, you smell so good." He felt Scott's other hand, warm and strong, caress his neck as Scott's thumb gently brushed across his lips. Derek leaned into Scott, allowing himself to press against Scott's chest and tilting his head up so that their mouths were merely inches apart. Scott pulled Derek closer and soft lips brushed against his own.
Their lips remained connected for sweet, sensual seconds and then Derek felt Scott pull him closer and the kiss became intense. Scott opened his mouth, inviting Derek to lose himself in his scent and touch. Derek explored his mouth with his tongue, basking in the silky, delicious warmth. Scott's desire became more urgent as he pressed his mouth hungrily onto Derek's, wrapping his arms around Derek's shoulders and waist, squeezing him tightly against his muscled body.
Derek submitted completely, resting his hands on Scott's hips and surrendering himself to Scott's commanding desire and the secure, powerful feel of his strong embrace.
Derek woke up with a start, sweat beading his neck and forehead. Getting out of bed, he felt something wet and sticky in his boxer briefs. Holy crap! I haven't had a wet dream in...I don't even remember the last time. He glanced at the clock which read 5:45. Knowing he would never fall back to sleep and shaken from the intensity of his dream, Derek decided to take a long shower before going to school.
As the water washed over him, he remembered the rushing water of the Charles from his dream; Scott's hands, 60
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his lips, his mouth, their kiss. Looking down, Derek was surprised to find that his hand was gripping his member which was quickly filling out and expanding. Leaning against the shower wall, he allowed his mind to replay the dream over and over as he increased the pressure of his hand on his dick.
He pictured Scott lowering his head to his neck and gently nibbling at the sensitive skin, grazing it lightly with a hint of stubble. First, Derek thought it, then could actually feel it, the ticklish sensation sending shivers through his body. He imagined Scott lifting his head and nuzzling Derek's ear. I want you so bad. The combination of the hot water pouring over his body and the image of Scott whispering his name, pulling him into a sweet, lingering kiss, made the work short and easy. A few more strokes and his member throbbed in orgasm, sending waves of pleasure pulsing throughout his body.
Before leaving for school, he grabbed his shorts, shirt, and running shoes and stuffed them into his bag. Maybe Scott will want to go for a run again today. Derek felt a rush of excitement at the thought, but the thrill also frightened him.
He had to figure out how to control his feelings until he knew more about Scott. Until he knew whether or not Scott could possibly return his feelings.
Derek had to admit that it was highly unlikely that all of a sudden, out of the blue, this perfect, gorgeous, friendly, wrestling, Adonis would materialize to sweep him off his feet in his senior
"Derek." The sound was airy, almost sounding like the blowing of a breeze. "Derek." It was a bit stronger this time.
He turned and was facing Scott. Although he was initially startled, his nerves immediately subsided and a feeling of warmth and calm overtook him as he stared into piercing blue-green eyes. "What are you doing here?"
Scott took a step closer to him so that they were standing with their faces almost touching. "Derek" he said, his breath brushing against Derek's cheek, causing the hairs on his neck 59
Wrestling With Desire
by D.H. Starr
to rise. Scott reached his hand up and cupped Derek's cheek, gently curving his fingers around the back of his head.
Derek closed his eyes and took in a deep breath through his nose. "Mmm, you smell so good." He felt Scott's other hand, warm and strong, caress his neck as Scott's thumb gently brushed across his lips. Derek leaned into Scott, allowing himself to press against Scott's chest and tilting his head up so that their mouths were merely inches apart. Scott pulled Derek closer and soft lips brushed against his own.
Their lips remained connected for sweet, sensual seconds and then Derek felt Scott pull him closer and the kiss became intense. Scott opened his mouth, inviting Derek to lose himself in his scent and touch. Derek explored his mouth with his tongue, basking in the silky, delicious warmth. Scott's desire became more urgent as he pressed his mouth hungrily onto Derek's, wrapping his arms around Derek's shoulders and waist, squeezing him tightly against his muscled body.
Derek submitted completely, resting his hands on Scott's hips and surrendering himself to Scott's commanding desire and the secure, powerful feel of his strong embrace.
Derek woke up with a start, sweat beading his neck and forehead. Getting out of bed, he felt something wet and sticky in his boxer briefs. Holy crap! I haven't had a wet dream in...I don't even remember the last time. He glanced at the clock which read 5:45. Knowing he would never fall back to sleep and shaken from the intensity of his dream, Derek decided to take a long shower before going to school.
As the water washed over him, he remembered the rushing water of the Charles from his dream; Scott's hands, 60
Wrestling With Desire
by D.H. Starr
his lips, his mouth, their kiss. Looking down, Derek was surprised to find that his hand was gripping his member which was quickly filling out and expanding. Leaning against the shower wall, he allowed his mind to replay the dream over and over as he increased the pressure of his hand on his dick.
He pictured Scott lowering his head to his neck and gently nibbling at the sensitive skin, grazing it lightly with a hint of stubble. First, Derek thought it, then could actually feel it, the ticklish sensation sending shivers through his body. He imagined Scott lifting his head and nuzzling Derek's ear. I want you so bad. The combination of the hot water pouring over his body and the image of Scott whispering his name, pulling him into a sweet, lingering kiss, made the work short and easy. A few more strokes and his member throbbed in orgasm, sending waves of pleasure pulsing throughout his body.
Before leaving for school, he grabbed his shorts, shirt, and running shoes and stuffed them into his bag. Maybe Scott will want to go for a run again today. Derek felt a rush of excitement at the thought, but the thrill also frightened him.
He had to figure out how to control his feelings until he knew more about Scott. Until he knew whether or not Scott could possibly return his feelings.
Derek had to admit that it was highly unlikely that all of a sudden, out of the blue, this perfect, gorgeous, friendly, wrestling, Adonis would materialize to sweep him off his feet in his senior
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