“So, he’s seriously going to spend the rest of his lifeneverhaving sex? Wouldn’t that kill a gay man?” He smiled small. “It would me—literallykill me.”
“No shit,” Derek mumbled.
“So, what’re you going to do about the date?”
“Call it off.”
“Why?”
Derek frowned. “What do you mean—why? I just told you.”
Lucas squinted thoughtfully. “If he was so dedicated to hiscelibacy—why did he agree to go out with you? He had to know sex would eventually be on the table.” He smirked. “Or the bed, or the back seat of a car.”
Derek shivered and his towel tented a bit. He drew his knees up, concealing his arousal. “I don’t know why he agreed to a date, but I’m sure he’s regretting it now.”
“So, call him and find out.”
“I’m going to call him—to break the date.”
“What if he doesn’t want you to?”
“He will. I think I caught him off guard when I asked him out. It didn’t seem like he really wanted to say yes. He acted all nervous and uncomfortable. And now I know why.”
“Okay. So, do it.”
“What?”
“Call him.”
“I will.”
“Right now—andaskhim if he still wants to go out.” Lucas leaned across Derek and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. As he drew back, his free hand slipped beneath Derek’s towel and fondled his dick, getting him instantly hard. Lucas grinned and nuzzled his ear. “You are so fuckinghotfor this guy, aren’t you?” He raked his teeth over Derek’s earlobe. “That makes me so fucking hot.” He nipped his neck cord. “You were pretending I was him when we fucked, weren’t you?”
Why deny it? Derek swallowed. “Yeah.” Lucas’ hand remained inside the towel, lightly stroking his cock, and squeezing the plump head on each upstroke. Derek trembled, his pulse jacking up.
“Want me to jerk you off while you make the call?” Lucas sucked his neck. “Orsuckyou off? Keep you in the proper frame of mind?”
Derek was practically shaking with the need to get off again. He was always ready to fuck—but this was different as if he’d shifted intosuperchargedfuck mode.
“Fuck…”he rasped.
Lucas needed no more incentive than that—and burrowed his head beneath the towel.
“Uh!” Derek shoved his back against the wall as his cock went down Lucas’ tight throat. “Fuck…” He squeezed his eyes shut, again imagining Patrick doing thehonors, while Lucas sucked up and down his engorged shaft—tugging and pulling with mouth and tongue and hands—until Derek was writhing, shouting, andcummingso hard he nearly passed out.
