“Uh-huh…” Patrick whimpered. His hips rocked in rhythm with his stroking, pushing his shaft through Derek’s fist.
Derek kissed his face, his ear. “Did my mouth feel good?”
“Yes…”Patrick almost cried.
“Do you want me to do it again… with my mouth?”
Patrick swallowed thickly and nodded, panting heavily. Seconds later, his shaft slid into Derek’s tight throat and his glorious mouth clamped around his hardness—not stroking, justsucking.
“Uuuhh!”Patrick grabbed onto Derek’s head, his entire body seizing as Derek’s slick,strongtongue suctioned to the underside of his dick and worked up and down the engorged muscle. Patrick gouged his scalp, back arching away from the bed, cries bubbling up his throat. The orgasm surged to the surface when Derek abruptly started stroking. Patrick choked on his ecstasy andthrustinto his mouth—convinced he would lose his mind if he didn’tcum.
A strangled wail twisted up his throat and exploded into the bedroom as he burst down Derek’s throat. His body remained locked for a moment longer as he struggled tobreathe—then he suddenly collapsed against the bed, gasping.
Derek moved up over the top of him and kissed his throat and face and mouth. “A man’s first blow job,” he whispered breathlessly through the kiss, “should be very, veryspecial.” He combed his fingers through Patrick’s hair and kissed him between the eyes. “Was it special for you?”
Shuddering beneath Derek, he nodded. “Yes…”A shaky breath escaped him. “It feels…so good.”
Derek laughed softly. “Yes,it does.”
. . .
Derek gave Patrick—and himself—a few minutes to calm down and breathe again. “Wait here.” He kissed his mouth. “I’ll go get us something cold to drink.”
Patrick nodded, too drained and breathless to speak.
Slipping on his pants, Derek hurried down to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of bottles of chilled water. It wasn’t easy to move quickly with the steel bar between his legs, but he managed. When he returned to the room, Patrick lay quietly, eyes closed, an even rise and fall to his chest.
Derek removed his pants, trying not to make any noise, and carefully slid into bed beside Patrick. He lightly caressed his heated skin, soft as velvet beneath his fingertips. He ached to make love to him, but he wouldn’t wake him—he looked too serene, like a beautiful, magical creature that was believed to be a myth yet, somehow, existed right here.
Sighing softly, Derek lay his head on the pillow next to Patrick and pressed his lips to the boy’s warm shoulder. “I do love you,” he whispered. “I’ll nevernotlove you.” Despite the need within his body, his eyes drifted close, his heart content.
It seemed like only seconds had passed when he awoke to soft kisses on his face. His eyes opened heavily, and he blinked the sleep from them. Patrick’s face came into focus before him.
“Was I asleep long…” he started to ask when he noticed the pale light at the window.
“I just woke up, too,” Patrick whispered. He lowered his eyes. “I’m sorry I fell asleep. I tried not to.” He met Derek’s gaze and touched his face. “I didn’t want to. I’m really sorry.”
Derek smiled. “You don’t have to be sorry.” He kissed him. “I was just happy to fall asleep beside you, hold you.”
“I wanted us to make love last night,” Patrick murmured. “I know you wanted it, too.”
“It was a good start.” Derek drew Patrick gently to him, their warm, nude bodies touching. Derek immediately responded to the feel of Patrick’s bare skin. The boy moaned, quickly growing aroused as well.
“Will you make love to me now?” Patrick trembled.
Derek laughed quietly and kissed him. “I was hoping you would ask.” He gave him another kiss then sat up. “I need to grab something from my room. You’ll stay awake?” He grinned and crawled off the bed.
“Yes,” Patrick promised.
Not bothering with clothes, Derek went to his room and returned with a bottle of lube. “Veryimportant to ensure a pleasurable experience,” he said. “Especially the first time.”
Patrick looked nervous now that they were at the moment of truth.
“Are you having second thoughts?” Derek asked. “If you want to wait, we can. I don’t want you doing this just for me.”
“No, I… I want to.” His anxiety remained. “Does it… hurt?”
Leaning forward on the bed, Derek kissed him deeply and murmured, “Not if you have a caring, attentive partner who knows what to do.” He smiled and touched his head to Patrick’s brow. “And you do.” He stroked his cheek. “Do you trust me?”
