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“I think I am.”

Derek grabbed his pool stick and placed it back with the others, took Scott by the hand, and dragged him toward the door. Scott allowed himself to be led, trying not to trip over anything as he was pulled through the room.

When they walked out of the pool hall, the evening had cooled, a soothing summer breeze lowering the humid heat from the daytime to a temperate, dry warmth. Scott put his arm around Derek’s shoulders and pulled him in close. ”Are you sure you don’t mind that I’m asking us to break the rules?”

“Are you kidding? I’ve been begging you to break the rules ever since we made them.” Derek was still pulling Scott, excitedly, but suddenly stopped. “Just so we’re clear, we’re breaking the no sex until we get to college rule, right?”

Scott chuckled. “I’m not sure yet, but maybe not that rule just yet. Can’t we just see what happens?” He took Derek’s hand and the two of them continued walking west on Sixth Street at a more leisurely pace.

The sidewalks were still filled with people. Stores were still open. There were numerous cars driving on the streets. It seemed that everywhere he looked, the city was moving and glowing, as if the entire place was plugged in and humming. They walked in silence for a while. Finally, Derek broke the silence. “Scott, do you think it will be like this for us when we’re in college?”

“Like what?”

“Do you think we’ll be able to go out and hold hands, and kiss, and not have to worry about who sees us?”

Scott had been thinking about that same question all night and knew his answer wasn’t what Derek wanted to hear. He considered his words carefully before answering. “I don’t know. This is an exception. We don’t live here or know anyone, so there’s no risk when we show our affection. I’ll admit, the idea of it freaked me out when we first got here, but I’ve loved every minute of it. When we’re at college, we’ll be making friends. I know you aren’t going for the wrestling team, but I am and jocks 43

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don’t tend to be terribly gay-friendly. I think we’re going to have to wait and see what it’s like before we’re this open about our relationship.”

As expected, Derek’s body language reflected disappointment. His head lowered slightly and the hand he was holding clenched slightly. “But, it’s nice to be able to hold and kiss you without thinking about who might see us. At first, I was trying to do it to make you happy, but at some point it just came naturally and I haven’t been thinking about it when I hug and kiss you. We’ll get to this point eventually. Just not right away when we get home and start college.”

The answer was honest and that was what Derek deserved, even if it wasn’t what he wanted. In the long run, Scott knew they loved each other and whatever conflicts their difference in comfort might create in terms of living openly as a gay couple, they would work through it.

Slowly, Derek’s mood lifted and their pace picked up. “I hope we do get there, because being here is making me realize how much I hate that we’re not out. Maybe, now that we’ve tasted what it can be like, you’ll miss it too much to let it go.”

“Maybe.” He released Derek’s hand and placed it around his waist. Derek always managed to find a positive spin on things and, standing next to him, remembering all of the times he had felt low and Derek had lifted him up, the reason for their trek across the city resurfaced in his mind. He had no idea what he would miss or not miss when they returned home, but right now he didn’t care. All he wanted was to strip Derek out of his clothes and to experience him in a way he never had before. When they reached the apartment, they made their way to the guest room as quietly as they could, not wanting to wake up Josh or Pierre. Slipping out of their clothes, they got into bed wearing only their boxer briefs. Scott turned to his side so he was facing Derek. “Tonight was wonderful. Thank you again.”

Derek touched Scott’s face, then pulled him into a kiss, rolling Scott onto his back and allowing his body to rest on top. Bringing his knees up so that he was straddling Scott’s waist, he ground his hips so that his ass rubbed against the hard shaft. Running his fingers through Scott’s hair, he clenched his fists and pulled their mouths together. Heat surrounded them as Scott wrapped his arms around Derek’s body, allowing skin to slide against skin. His tongue wrestled inside Derek’s willing mouth, twirling in circles as sweet saliva passed back and forth between them. Arching his hips so that his groin pressed up into the crease between twin mounds of strong gluts, Scott closed his eyes, a million feathers ticking their way up and down his body and molten heat flowing through his veins.

Rolling Derek onto his back, He broke out of the kiss, panting for breath. After a few moments, he lowered his head and sealed his open mouth to Derek’s neck, running his tongue along the ropes of muscle. The more he slid across muscle and tendon, the more Derek writhed in pleasure underneath him, splaying his legs, making room for Scott to place his full weight on top of him and grind their cocks together. 44

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Working his way down Derek’s body, Scott nipped at his collar bone, grazed teeth over the bulging pectoral muscles, taking extra time to attend to each nipple until they hardened into rock hard nubs in his mouth. Lower and lower he traveled, tracing the ridges of Derek’s abdominals with his nose, licking along his navel, and inhaling deeply as Derek’s arousal became a sharp, pungent smell. With each breath, his own arousal intensified until his cock stood rigid sliding against the inside of his briefs, pulsing with each beat of his heart.

He had admired Derek’s body hundreds of times before. On the wrestling mat, when running, in Beck’s pool, naked in bed. But lying naked with him, hot skin touching hot skin, his mouth a mere inches from Derek’s cock with a glistening droplet of precum shining at the head, Scott’s breathing became shallow and his head reeled with rushing thoughts. He had imagined taking Derek into his mouth before, but faced with the moment, a mixture of fear and excitement caused him to freeze. Inhaling deeply though his nose, a Derek’s musky scent mixed with hints of Acqua Di Gio filtered into him and immediately soothed his nerves. What am I worried about. This is Derek. I’ve wanted to taste him for as long as I’ve known him. Slipping his fingers beneath the band of Derek’s briefs, he slowly slid them down his legs and over his feet. Tossing them off the bed, he began to work his way back up his legs, giving them as much attention as he had given his upper body. As he came closer to Derek’s cock, the musky, odor of precum and exertion filled his senses. He nestled his nose into the crook between Derek’s legs, the soft skin of his scrotum hot against his cheek, a hint of moisture forming in the space between balls and thigh. As he breathed in, the aromas and smells were more intense than he had ever experienced. He reached down, removing his own boxer briefs and kicking them off the bed next to Derek’s.

Grabbing his own cock, he ran his thumb over the head, slick precum coating his finger. As he ran the pad of his finger in circles, he spread the fluid around the ridge of his glans and heightening the stimulation on the sensitive skin just below. With his other hand he reached up and grasped the base of Derek’s cock, angling it so that it stood straight up, pointing toward the ceiling.

Derek’s breathing became shallow and his hips gyrated beneath Scott’s face. Looking up, he met Derek’s gaze, his eyes glazed with lust and pleasure, but unmistakably focused on him. Derek lifted his head. “Scott. You don’t have to do this. If you still want to wait until we get to college we could—”

Scott lowered his head, taking the head into his mouth. Precum coated his tongue and the immediate salty tang electrified his taste buds and sent currents of pleasure through his body and directly to his cock. As he took more of Derek into his mouth, his own shaft seemed to grow even thicker. Massaging himself, he used the mixture of saliva and precum which coated Derek’s shaft and was dripping down his chin to ease the process of taking more of Derek in.

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his head until Derek’s cock was almost all the way to the back of his mouth. Allowing a bit more to slide in, he attempted to breathe out as he forged ahead. This time the gag reflex didn’t come on as fast.

He would have continued practicing, but on his next journey up Derek’s cock, he felt a quivering tremble come from deep inside Derek as thick thigh muscles undulated under the weight of his body.

Derek was whimpering. “Scott, feels so fucking good. God! Don’t stop.”

Although this was his first time giving a blowjob and he didn’t know what he was doing or how to loosen his throat to make room, Derek’s grunts and exclamations told him that he was doing something right.

When he began to take Derek into his mouth once more, Scott felt two hands grip the back of his head and push down. It was as if Derek knew exactly how far to go, because he stopped just short of the spot that would have caused Scott to gag once again, and unleashed thick gushes of hot, sperm into his mouth. A bit dribbled out of the space at the corner of his mouth where he hadn’t formed a perfect seal, but he quickly recovered and began gulping what Derek had to offer. As each gush of cum filled his mouth and slid down his throat, excitement built up inside him, starting in his chest, as his heart rate increased and travelled along each nerve in his body until a tingling sensation took hold deep inside his core. The stimulation of his own stroking created a tingling deep inside of him which started in his groin and radiated outward, shooting trembling blissful sensation along each of his nerves. Before he knew what was happening, his own orgasm overtook him, the tingling turning into an electric fire, bouncing around inside him, shooting up his shaft, and erupting in satisfying contractions which shook his body.

“Oh. Uhh.” Several strings of cum had landed on Derek’s leg, so Scott let his cock slide from his mouth and slunk lower on the bed so that he could cleanse Derek’s by licking his own spunk from him.

Once he was satisfied he had adequately cleaned up after himself, he worked his way back up Derek’s body. When he reached Derek’s neck, he kissed him gently, then lowered all of his weight onto him, mouth next to ear.

Satisfied, exhausted, filled with awe, the only thing he had energy to do was to whisper one phrase. It was something he had said countless times and had meant it each and every time, but after this, it carried a new weight. “I love you so much.”

Derek lazily draped his arm over Scott’s shoulder, making room on his chest for Scott’s head. “I love you too.”

Within a few minutes, Derek’s breathing came slow and even. Scott, surrounded in a blanket of warmth and love, closed his eyes. Somehow, he had expected that Derek would have performed this act on him first. The fact that he was the first to bring this particular pleasure to Derek didn’t bother him, but it highlighted how different his behavior was here in the city. As he felt sleep begin to come over him, he registered one 46

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last thought. No matter how wonderful this trip had been, he knew deep down that once they returned home he would return to his old self. As much as he wished he could give Derek everything he wanted, living out loud and putting their relationship out there for the world to see were things he simply wasn’t ready for. Not in a place where he knew people and had to live beyond his life with Derek. He only hoped Derek would understand and give him the time he needed to be ready to give him everything he wanted.

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Chapter Four

When Derek woke the next morning, Scott’s arms were still wrapped around him. Images from the night before flooded his mind causing him to smile. The concert had been as fantastic as he knew it would be, but it was the things that happened after the concert that were most exciting to him. Scott had been so affectionate and then, to take charge and to suggest that they rush home so they could—

His mind trailed off as the images of Scott’s lips stretched taut around his shaft and the wet warmth of the inside of his mouth filled his mind. Since he already had a morning hard-on, replaying the scene did not alter his state of arousal, but the recollection of Scott’s groans caused his head to spin. There was no question that the two of them had moved to a new level in their relationship. He had always imagined that he would have been the first one to perform oral sex, but the fact Scott had been wasn’t something he was going to complain about. Stretching, Derek gently lifted Scott’s arm so he could get out of bed. Scott stirred, but didn’t wake up. Pulling on his boxer briefs and jeans, he walked into the living room. Josh was reading the newspaper by the window. “Good morning. If you had waited another hour I would have said good afternoon. There’s some coffee in the pot in the kitchen. I’m afraid it isn’t hot anymore, but you can zap it in the microwave if you like.”

Rubbing his eyes, Derek trudged over to where Josh was sitting. “Thanks.”

Josh put down his newspaper and surveyed Derek. “Would you like me to make you a fresh pot? You look like you could use it.”