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known since last year and you were telling your dad today, the same time I was telling her. Then I got really nervous for you, worrying how the conversation was going between the two of you. How did it go, by the way?”

As Derek recounted his conversation with his dad, Scott was attentive but his face lifted into the sexy lopsided grin that always distracted Derek and caused him to become aroused. It took him a while to tell his story since each glance at Scott made him think of jumping on top of him, but he finally got through it and let out a deep sigh of relief. “You really need to stop with that devilish, crooked smile of yours when I am trying to speak. It turns my brain to mush and I can’t think.”

Scott got up from his chair, placing the most seductive, sly grin on his face Derek had ever seen. “You mean, when I smile like this, you can’t think?”

Derek sputtered, trying to say the word yes.

“And when I kiss you here,” Scott kissed him on the sensitive spot on his neck,

“you lose your ability to form sentences?”

A pleasurable shudder passed through his whole body and his cock began to lengthen in his pants.

“And when I kiss you like this,” Scott leaned in and kissed Derek deeply, twining his fingers in Derek’s hair and pulling them close together. When he pulled back from the kiss, he looked Derek in the eyes. “What does that do to you?”

Derek took a moment to allow his brain to catch up to his senses. When he was able to focus, he laughed, wiggling his hips to try to dislodge his cock which was now a tangled mess in his briefs. “Bastard!” was all he could muster. Scott laughed and released Derek. “Come on, it’s getting kind of steamy in here. Unless we’re going to actually do something about it, maybe we should head out and grab something to eat.

Derek considered his options. Eat food or rip Scott’s clothes off. There was only one choice. “Uh, eat, then this.” He palmed Scott’s groin and rubbed his hardened cock through his jeans.

Scott let out a moan. “Are you sure that’s the order you want it?” He reached down and grabbed Derek’s cock as well.

“No.” Derek lost all control. Dropping to his knees, he began to feverishly work at unbuckling Scott’s belt, crawling towards the wall as he did so, forcing Scott to back up with him. Once Scott’s back was pressed against the wall, Derek looked up at him with what he was sure must be hungry eyes. “I’m going to let you see what it’s like not being able to form coherent sentences for a change.”

Scott’s eyes widened, then closed as Derek freed his cock from his pants and wrapped his hand around the shaft. “Mmm. Your hand is so warm.”

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into his mouth, he could hear the sharp intake of breath. Devouring the entire length, Derek quickly undid his own pants and freed his cock.

With one hand firmly grasping Scott’s erection and the other massaging his own, Derek increased the pace of his suction, allowing the slickness of his saliva to help Scott’s cock slide easily down his throat. With slow twisting motions of his hand to increase the friction, he drew sputtering, guttural sounds out of Scott. Precum freely flowed into his mouth and the scent of musky sex filled the air around him, causing Derek to lose himself in the sensations and tastes. Forgetting where he was, he buried his face until his lips pressed against Scott’s pelvis. Feeling Scott’s cock push past the confines of his throat, Derek was glad the two of them had made a point of expanding their education by studying the fine art of oral sex. Knowing how to take all of Scott down his throat without gagging had become one of his favorite courses during his first semester.

Scott grabbed Derek’s head and fucked his mouth, babbling single word statements. “Oh….feels….good…yes!”

Derek gripped his own cock and stroked it in time with the motion of his head. Each slide of Scott’s cock in and out of his mouth was match by Derek strokes along his own shaft. A tingling sensation began in his stomach and worked its way down towards his balls. He had wanted to turn Scott into a sputtering mess of pleasure and knowing he had succeeded, threw him right over the edge. The tingling sensation intensified, then exploded outward, sending shock waves of bliss throughout Derek’s body. His cock pulsed in his hand, coating it with thick, hot cum, causing the skin to become slick.

Just as his spasms began to subside, Scott’s body began to buck and the grasp on his head became tighter. After a few seconds, Scott shouted out and thrust all the way down Derek’s throat. “God…coming.” Derek could feel Scott’s cock pulse in his throat as he tasted the pungent flavor of Scott’s cum. Once his orgasm subsided, Derek placed his hand around the base of Scott’s cock and siphoned the remaining cum into his eager mouth.

Scott shuddered as Derek released his cock, then reached down, hooking his hands beneath Derek’s shoulders. He helped him into a standing position and pulled Derek into a fierce kiss which lasted for a few minutes. When they finally pulled apart, Scott’s hair was bedraggled, looking sexy as hell. In a tone that was more rasp than voice, Scott uttered four simple words. “That was fucking amazing.”

Derek smiled and kissed Scott sweetly on the lips. “Yes, I achieved what I had hoped to achieve.”

“What was that?” Scott had a curious look on his face.

“I wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine and reduce you to incoherent speech for a change.”

Scott laughed. “That’s right. You said you wanted to do that. Feel free to reduce me to a garbling mess whenever you want. Come on. I’m starving. Let’s go eat. 163

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After cleaning, they headed to the cafeteria. It was already dark out and the crisp evening air soothed Derek after the intense workout session from a few minutes earlier.

“Do you think we could just walk around a little bit? I kind of worked myself into a frenzy back in the room and being outside is really helping to cool me down.”

“Whatever you want. Lead the way.” Scott fell into step beside Derek and, for a moment, it felt like he was going to hold his hand, but instead, he bumped his shoulder against Derek’s playfully.

Slightly disappointed, Derek shook off the feeling. This had been a good day and he wasn’t going to let his obsession with public displays of affection ruin the step they had both taken. Heading across campus, there were very few students out. Whether it was due to the cold or because most were probably already eating, he didn’t know, but Derek enjoyed the privacy. As they walked, he realized he was headed in the direction of the Arts Center. It was odd, since he didn’t have a destination in mind. Perhaps it was just because this was the only other part of campus, besides the Student Center, where he spent any real time.

Scott, seeming to sense Derek was deep in thought, remained quiet. Finally, their silence was interrupted by the loud grumbling of Scott’s stomach. “I think he’s trying to tell us something.” Scott laughed and rubbed his belly. “It’s okay, you’ll get some food soon.” He said it as if he were placating a toddler.

“Let’s head over to the cafeteria. I’ve eaten here before meetings of The Alliance.”

Derek began to head in the direction of the cafeteria with Scott close on his heels. Once they were inside, Derek felt a blanket of warmth envelope him and needed to take off his jacket. “Damn. I didn’t realize how cold it was.”

Scott paid no attention, making a bee line for the food. Derek giggled, shaking his head at Scott’s single-minded focus, and followed him. Once seated, Scott was able to refocus his attention on Derek, a heaping pile of food on his plate. “I’m starving.” With that, he took an enormous bite of his chicken parmesan sub and began chewing, a chunk of the sandwich still protruding from his mouth.

Although the sight wasn’t pretty, Derek still couldn’t draw his eyes away from Scott. “I think I need a shrink.”

Scott glanced at him, an odd expression in his eyes. “Why?” he said in a muffled, food-stuffed voice.

“Because I’m getting turned on watching you eat your food like a caveman. That’s just not right.”

Scott shook his head and smiled, tomato sauce coating his normally white teeth. “I can’t help it if everything I do makes you horny. It’s a curse. I’ve learned to live with it.”

Derek kicked him under the table. “Yeah, it’s a curse all right.”

They continued with their flirtatious banter until their conversation was interrupted by a loud voice. “Derek? Is that you?”

Looking up, he saw Charlotte, flanked on either side by Phillip and Oscar. “Hey, Charlotte. Phillip. Oscar. How are you?”

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They stared at him not saying anything for a moment, switching their gaze between him and Scott, who simply stared at them, confused and not knowing what to say.

“Who’s that?” Charlotte’s voice sounded like the question had been more of an accusation rather than in inquiry as she pointed a stubby finger at Scott.

“I’m sorry. This is Scott. Scott, these are some of the people in The Alliance. I think I’ve told you about them. This is Charlotte, Phillip, and Oscar.” He pointed to each of them as he introduced them to Scott.

Charlotte turned to assess Scott with a disapproving glare, then returned to focus her attention on Derek. “Does Tyrell know you’re over on this side of campus eating with…Scott?” The way she hesitated and her tone of voice made Scott’s name sound like a curse word coming from her mouth.

“Uh, no. Why would he?” Derek had no idea where Charlotte was going with this.

“Oh, I don’t know. He is your boyfriend after all.” She folded her arms across her chest, never wavering in her fiery gaze.

Derek panicked for a moment. How could Charlotte know that Scott was his boyfriend? He hadn’t told anyone at school about them. Looking at Scott, he could see he had become tense and was glowering at the unwelcome visitors. “Charlotte, how did you—”

“I mean seriously, did you really think you could bring some guy over to this side of campus and think that one of us wouldn’t run and tell your boyfriend after we saw you?” After her question, she turned her acidic gaze at Scott who actually seemed to shrink a bit under her scowl.

It took Derek a moment to process what she had just said. “Did you just call Tyrell my boyfriend? Where in the hell would you get an idea like that?”

Both Phillip and Oscar shifted uncomfortably where they stood, confused looks crossing their faces. Charlotte, however, maintained her position of indignation. “Don’t you try and weasel your way out of being caught. Do you think you can play games with me? Tyrell’s told us all about your relationship and I’m going to tell him you were here with another guy.” She sharpened her focus on Derek and he wondered if she was trying to shoot laser beams through him. All she was accomplishing was to piss him off.

“Okay, enough of this shit, Charlotte. First of all, I’ll eat with whomever I please. Second of all—”

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that or try to get defen—”

“Second of all,” his voice came out as a shout and drew a few stares from the students at surrounding tables, “Tyrell and I are not boyfriends. I don’t care what he’s told you and you can go tell him whatever the fuck you want.” Derek began to shift in his seat, growing more agitated by the second. Looking at Scott, the tension which had been on his face was now replaced by clear understanding. Oscar, who had been silent throughout the entire encounter, spoke up. “You mean, you and Tyrell aren’t going out?”

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Derek turned to Oscar. “No. We’re not!”

“I knew it. I knew it. Something was off at the last Alliance meeting.” Oscar held his hand to his chin signifying deep thought. “I mean, Tyrell was trying to get all touchy feely with you, and you were trying to keep a fair distance from him. It didn’t look like the body language of two people who were together as a couple.”

Derek calmed down slightly. “Wait, what exactly has Tyrell said?”

Charlotte, who had lost a great deal of her authoritative demeanor, looked around uncomfortably. “He said the two of you clicked at freshman orientation and after the meeting when you came to of The Alliance, the two of you started dating.”

Scott, who had remained surprisingly quiet throughout the entire interaction, stood, the full bearing of his height and presence coming into play. Turning so he was facing Charlotte nose to nose, he lifted his hand and poked her with a stiff finger in the middle of her chest, punctuating his comments. “Well, you can tell your friend Tyrell, that if he has any other rumors he wishes to spread about Derek, he’ll have to answer to me.”

Both Phillip and Oscar backed up a few paces, wearing expressions of fear and intrigue on their faces. Charlotte, to her credit, held her ground. “Who are you, anyway?”

“I’m Scott, thanks for asking, and Derek is my best friend. Anyone who creates a problem for him will have to answer to me.” Derek started to protest, but Scott put up a hand to silence him. “Wait, Derek. I’m not saying you can’t take care of yourself. You know that. But you’re too nice.” Narrowing his eyes at Charlotte, he leaned in even closer to her. “I’m not nice, however! Make sure Tyrell knows it.”