Derek swore softly. “Are youenjoyingtorturing me?” Whimpering ensued. “You’re not usually this cruel.”
Patrick nuzzled his throat, his quiet laughs muffled against Derek’s fevered skin.
“You think this isfunny?”Derek questioned with an agonized chuckle. “And all this time, you pretended to be so sweet and nice.”
“Iam,”Patrick murmured, pressing tender kisses to his throat.
“We clearly have different definitions of sweet and nice.”
“No.” Patrick raised his head, suddenly nervous. “They’re the same.”
Derek stared at him, brow lightly creased in puzzlement.
Pushing his door open wider, Patrick stepped into the bedroom… bringing Derek with him.
. . .
Is this really happening?
Derek was half-convinced he’d fallen asleep on the pool table and was swept away in an awesome fantasy.
“Close the door,” Patrick whispered, releasing his hand.
Derek did as instructed and stood rooted to the floor, his eyes on the other boy. Patrick’s boldness of a moment ago faded into nervous tension. Did he suddenly regret inviting Derek into his room?
As much he wanted—desperately needed—this to be “the” night, he wouldn’t allow himself to assume that Patrick would go through with it. The young man had struggled—quietly—over the last three weeks as lingering doubts and fears continued to torment him. He had been steadily pushing himself past it, making great strides. Patrick had even begun to relax with the other guys, no longer uneasy with their playful, flirty banter. Derek thought it made him feel more like one of the “family” and less like a “guest”. No one in the house viewed him as a guest these days. The twins had already full-on adopted him and insisted he could never leave. Derek seconded their motion.
Standing by the bed, Patrick shifted, his hands flexing. “I need you to take over now.” He cast a nervous look at Derek. “I-I don’t know what to do.”
Down in the rec room—and a moment ago in the hall—he’d shown some realskills.Clearly, they just needed to be coaxed to the surface. Derek was positive that with a little practice, Patrick would become an extremely confident and capable lover.
“I don’t know,” Derek murmured, smiling, as he walked closer. “You seemed to know what you were doing in the hall a second ago… and that kiss on the pool table…” He shivered. “Are you sure you’re new to all this?”
Patrick laughed nervously. “Yeah.”
Derek chuckled softly and drew Patrick into his arms. They kissed tenderly and Derek whispered against his lips, “Are you sure about this? If you’re not ready, it’s okay. I wasn’t trying to push by talking about Jack and Garrett. I can deal with all that.”
“I know.” Patrick touched his brow to Derek’s chin. “And I’m sure.” He looked up. “I might always be a little bit afraid—spiritually—because of what I’ve been taught, but in my heart… I believe God wants his gay children to be happy; to know and share love. It took a little while for me toreallybelieve that, deep down inside, but I believe it now.”
“That’s good.” Derek kissed him softly. “Because it’s true. And you deserve to be loved… in every sense of the word.”
Patrick trembled in his embrace and pressed closer, his quiet voice shaking. “Do you love me?”
“I do.” Derek held him tighter, his emotions welling up. “I love youso very much.”
Trembling a little harder, Patrick whispered thickly, “Thenloveme.”
. . .
Patrick couldn’t calm his speeding pulse and inner shakes as Derek undressed him. Over the last few weeks, he’d tried to imagine how it would feel to be naked before Derek. He imagined some fear, possibly lingering shame or conviction… but none of those negative feelings were present now. As Derek laid him on the cool sheets and gazed upon his nude form, he didn’t feel ashamed—but adored… worshipped…loved.
Though he had seen Derek’s nude photo on the website, it in no way lessened theaweof his body, in the flesh, his beauty and masculinity magnified. As Derek came to him and his fingertips brushed his warm, bare skin, Patrick recalled that moment in which he’d touched the photo onscreen,achingto feel Derek for real. His conviction had been fiercethen. Now, what he experienced… washeavenly.
Derek’s strong body covered him, his kisses sensual, tender, as he laid them all over Patrick’s skin, beginning at his throat and slowly moving lower. Soft moans sifted up his throat as he gently writhed beneath Derek’s kisses and caresses, his hunger, want, andneedfor the man intensifying by the moment.
“Uuhh…” he choked on a whimper when Derek took him in hand and slowly stroked. A cloud of ecstasy engulfed him as warm, wet heat wrapped his member… squeezing, sucking. He cried out and arched to his lover’s mouth, clutching fists of the sheet, writhing on the bed as Derek’s rhythm thrust him to the edge of orgasm so suddenly, he began to gasp and pant, tears springing to his eyes.
Derek eased off and returned to pleasuring him with his hand as he scooted up a bit and kissed Patrick on the lips. His breath puffed unevenly into Patrick’s mouth, his eyes hazy with passion and love. “Does that feel good?” he whispered.
