Wrestling With Love (2 page)

“What the hell are you laughing at?”

Scott became serious once again. “Just your choice of words. I’m sure that I make things hard for you several times a day.”

Derek stared at him, unsure of what Scott was talking about, then his meaning registered. Giving him a playful shove that wasn’t entirely playful, Derek stood.

“You’re right. You do make me hard several times a day and taking care of that is the last thing I want Mom to catch us doing.”

Claire Thompson, Derek’s mother, had asked him if he was gay during his senior year. When they talked, she’d been wonderful, affirming her love for him and letting him know they would work through their feelings as a family. As supportive as she had been, from that moment on, she became the guard of Derek’s chastity, never allowing him to be in a room alone with Scott without the door being open. She constantly popped in wherever they were, keeping them on their toes and making it difficult to do anything more intimate than some serious kissing and some light petting. Her presence had been the primary excuse that Scott had given for holding off on sexual exploration, and it took a number of serious discussions for Derek to finally get out of him that he just wasn’t ready to take that step yet. Something in him needed to feel that they had moved onto the next phase of their lives together before he let down his guard enough to explore the physical side of his sexuality. 10

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He pushed the thought from his mind, not wanting anything to spoil his good mood. At least his mother knew who he really was and what Scott was to him. That in itself was a comfort. He still hadn’t come out to his father, and Scott hadn’t told his mother either. In fact, if anything good resulted from his break with Scott during senior year, it was that he had come out to his mother. Otherwise, Derek would have probably kept his identity to himself and would still be hiding.

One of the things he most looked forward to in college, was exploring life living as an openly gay man. He wanted to come out and shout from the rooftops that he and Scott were together. If he had to wait two more weeks before Scott would be ready to explore the physical side of their love for one another, he could find plenty of other satisfying ways to pleasure himself and Scott until then. Turning his thoughts to Scott, the same niggling concern crept into his mind. It was one thing to want to hold off on oral sex and making love. At least Derek knew when they would get to that level of intimacy. It was Scott’s private nature that concerned him. He wasn’t ready to live openly as a gay man the way Derek wanted to. He understood Derek’s needs and was incredibly affectionate, but never in public. The closest he ever came to showing public displays of affection was holding Derek’s hand or leaning against him whenever they were hanging out with Beck Stoltz, Derek’s best friend since childhood. Thinking about what life would be like for the two of them once they got to college, the possible problems their different needs might create, caused his stomach to churn uncomfortably.

Shaking his head, Derek pulled himself from his thoughts. Scott made a good point. While his mom was incredibly accepting and had made tremendous efforts to talk with him about his feelings for Scott, she wasn’t going to turn a blind eye to her teenage son’s raging hormones. “And don’t you play the gay card either, young man,” she had said when he had accused her of treating him differently than she would if he were straight. “At least I allow you and Scott to spend time in your room. If you had a girlfriend, I wouldn’t allow that, even with the door open.” Derek couldn’t come up with a suitable counterargument, so he let it go. Round one…mom. Derek glanced towards the door to make sure his mother wasn’t coming, turned to Scott and kissed him once more, then stood up. “Ok, let’s get this done.”

After another half hour of straining and creative expletives, they finally got the sofa to the corner of the attic. Setting up Derek’s sound system and his new mixing board, which Scott and Beck had bought him as a graduation present, was much easier work. While Derek set up his equipment, Scott walked over to the window and looked out at the back yard. “What time did Beck say she wanted us to come over?”

Derek, still dripping from the exertion and the sweltering heat in the room, decided to make the most of his discomfort. Walking over to Scott by the window, he tossed the shirt he had been using to wipe himself down on the ground next to them. Standing in the light coming through the window, he stretched, flexing so each ridge of his abdominal muscles and his mounded pectorals created shadows along his body, accentuating his well-formed physique. “I’m going to be dehydrated soon if I don’t 11

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drink some water.” He turned to face Scott and was rewarded by a slight dropping of his mouth and a bulge appearing in his pants which hadn’t been there a moment earlier. He felt a smile creep across his face. “Beck wanted us to come over at three. What time is it?”

Scott looked at his watch, shifting back and forth from one foot to the other, gabbing at his pants. It’s one-thirty. We have an hour and a half to kill. You have any ideas?” He lifted his eyebrow suggestively, making his intentions perfectly clear.

“I thought you were the one who said we need to be careful with my mom around.”

Scott ignored his comment and walked over to the music collection. He grabbed Derek’s favorite, John Mayer’s Continuum, and placed it into the CD player. “Let’s see if we set this up correctly.” After a few seconds, the sound of John’s folk-rock style music filled the room, the base reverberating through the floor boards. Scott walked over to the couch and sat down, placing his hands behind his head and leaning back. Derek surveyed the room. It looked good. By pushing the sofa to the corner and lining his equipment along one wall, his father had full use of the attic and wouldn’t have to remove any of Derek’s things. The result was pleasing, even if the process had been painful. With Scott sitting on the couch and still noticeably aroused, the attic became much more appealing than it would have been otherwise. Standing in the middle of the room, dancing to the music, Derek seductively gyrated his hips, making sure his muscles bulged and flexed with each movement. Every few seconds he glanced at Scott and was pleased to find two dazzling eyes following his every move.

Scott’s eyes bugged out suddenly. He crossed his legs and stared over Derek’s shoulder.

Derek turned around and was shocked to find his mother standing next to him.

“Derek, I’ve been calling your name for the past three minutes. It’s no surprise you couldn’t hear me with all this racket coming from your stereo.”

Derek rushed over to his sound system, busily picking up his shirt from the floor and pulling it over his bare chest, and then turned down the volume. “Sorry, Mom.”

Holy crap! How much of that little show did she see?

Claire shook her head, her hands planted on her hips. “It’s fine. I didn’t come up to pester you about the volume of your music. I wanted to let you know your dad and I have decided to go out early to take in a matinee before dinner. Are you boys all set for dinner or should I prepare something before we go?”

“No, actually, we’re heading to Beck’s in a little while. Her parents built that pool earlier this summer, and we’re going for a swim and a barbeque.”

“That sounds nice. Be sure to tell Beck we’d love to see her before she leaves for college. I can’t believe you’ve all grown up and are starting your first year of college.”

Derek watched as his mother’s eyes welled up. “It seems like just yesterday I was taking you to your first day of kindergarten and now, look at you.” A tear escaped from 12

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her eye and slowly rolled down her cheek. “There I go, being a silly, emotional mother. Well, you know what they say; a mother hen never wants her chicks to leave the nest.”

Derek rolled his eyes. “Mom, come on, I’ll be maybe ten minutes away.”

“I know, but you won’t be under my roof any longer.” She grabbed a corner of her apron and dabbed at her eyes. “You boys have fun. Oh, I like the new set up in here. Very spacious.”

Scott shot Derek a victorious glance, then the corner of his mouth began to creep up into his sly grin, which would soon create a potentially embarrassing situation for Derek if his mother didn’t leave soon. Luckily, Claire turned and left just before Derek’s arousal became visible, bulging in the front of his jeans. When she left the room, Scott got up from the sofa and walked over to Derek. “I just thought of what we could do to kill some time before we go to Beck’s.”

“What? And could you please not do things that turn me on when my mom is around? My cock started dancing the Macarena when you flashed your grin at me.”

Derek reached into his pants and dramatically readjusted himself.

“I forgot, all I have to do is say one or two words and you sport wood. It’s really very flattering—”

“Okay, enough,” Derek said, cutting him off. “What is this idea that you have?”

Scott walked over to the window and looked out. “I was thinking…oh, there are your parents getting into the car. Good! I was thinking we could take a shower together before heading over to Beck’s. We both stink and, well, the only showers we’ve taken together were in the locker room at school with a ton of other guys.”

All of Derek’s blood ran to his cock. Why hadn’t he thought of that? It was like Scott had a sixth sense. Just when Derek was beginning to feel doubt or concern about the two of them, Scott’s alpha side would emerge and turn Derek into a puddle of longing at his feet. Without bothering to readjust himself, he dashed for the door, calling over his shoulder. “I’ll race you to the bathroom.”

Having the house to themselves, they didn’t have any concerns about being interrupted. They undressed hastily in Derek’s room, tossing their clothes to the floor, and tumbled across the hall into the bathroom. Stepping into the steamy interior of the enclosed shower, they embraced each other, allowing the hot water to slick their bodies. Scott ran his hands up and down Derek’s back, gently caressing his skin, as Derek ran his hands over broad chest muscles and defined abs, then leaned in and tilted his head up, bringing his mouth to Scott’s, as water washed through their hair and down their faces.

Needy hands gripped Derek’s ass, pulling him closer and grinding their now rigid cocks together. “Before we get too far into this, you know we aren’t going to do anything more than petting right?”

Derek was too lost in the heat of the moment and by standing naked next to Scott to argue. “Yeah, yeah. I know the rules. Not until we get to college.”

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Scott returned his attention to touching Derek. “I love the way your body angles down from your shoulders towards your waist and how your ribs ripple your sides, but disappear into you’re your lats. Your muscles aren’t too large, but they’re so clearly defined. I could spend days just looking at and touching you.” After delivering his praises, he lowered his head and captured Derek in a hungry kiss once again. Derek had fantasized about showering with Scott hundreds of times, but even his most explicit dreams didn’t come close to the reality of standing under the rush of hot water as he held the only boy who had been able to draw him out of his shell. Pulling out of the kiss, he stared at Scott. Besides the dazzling blue-green eyes, Scott had shaggy blond hair which was now matted to his forehead and clinging to his neck. His skin was naturally bronzed, and he had a strong jaw line which gave him a rugged, masculine appearance. A bit of scruffy stubble completed the image nicely. Rising onto his toes, Derek placed his lips at the crook where jaw met neck and slowly kissed his way down the lean cords of muscle until he reached the collar bone. Glancing down, he gasped at the sight of his bulging pecs and washboard abs. All other images and thoughts vanished as soon as he saw Scott’s cock which stood fully erect between their two bodies.

The combination of running water, slick skin on skin, and Scott’s naked body in the full light of the bathroom sent a new wave of excitement through Derek. “Remind me why we haven’t showered together before.”

Scott bent his head so his forehead touched Derek’s, his hands still securely planted on each butt cheek. “She’s called Claire and if she ever caught us doing this, she’d lock up that chastity belt she’s got on you and throw away the key forever. Once we get to college we’ll have all the time in the world to do this and much more without worrying about your mom.”

Taking some body wash, Derek applied a generous amount to the loofah which hung from the shower nozzle and began to clean Scott, forming a rich, thick foam as he did so. “Oh, yeah, that’s right.” He snickered and continued his scrubbing. “Can we stop talking about my mom now? I’m sure we can find other things to focus on.”

Allowing water to wash away the soap he had applied to Scott’s body, Derek lowered his lips to one nipple, closing his mouth around the succulent bit of flesh, running his tongue in circles as the nub hardened.

Scott groaned and placed a hand on the back of Derek’s head, holding him there. Needing no further encouragement, he bit down, using his teeth to increase the stimulation. Over the past few months he had learned exactly how to drive Scott wild. Stimulating his nipples was one of the most effective ways. As he teased, moans filled the bathroom as his erection pressed against Derek’s stomach. As if choreographed, they both reached down and wrapped their fingers around rigid shafts at the same time. Slowly tugging at each other, they began to increase their motion. Tension began to build up in Derek’s balls and his core muscles began to quiver in fast, ticklish spasms of pleasure. “Scott, I’m…going…to…come.” With a loud moan, 14