Not likely.Derek shrugged. “Whatever.” Hispissymood wasn’t about the date—it was about last night’s scorching dream of Patrick. He woke up overheated, hard as a rock, and frustrated as hell. And having to sit around anddo nothingonly aggravated his already tense emotions. He wasn’t used to having towaitfor sexual gratification—it was all around him every day, there for the taking whenever he wanted it. With men outside the house, it was the same—they never made him wait. His overcharged sex drive wasn’t prepared for Patrick. The boy wanted him—there was little doubt about that—but unlike Derek and most of his “colleagues,” Patrick wasn’t a slave to his dick. He took into consideration things other than mere sexual satisfaction—a fact that Derek both admired and despised. To be honest with himself, it was only hiscockthat despised the quality in Patrick. The admiration in his heart and mind was genuine.
“You seem… frustrated.” Lucas smiled and ran his tongue around the tip of the beer bottle. “Anything I can do to help?”
Derek stared at him as the embers from earlier that morning began to spark tiny flames in his jeans—quickly exploding into afirestorm.
His smile stretching to a grin, Lucas came forward, sliding his beer bottle across the counter on the way. Face to face with Derek, Lucas’ warm breath puffed between his parted lips as he tugged open Derek’s pants and went to his knees.
“Shit,” Lucas groaned when he freed the other man’s engorged cock, “this is what I callfrustration.”He looked up. “That boy’s really got you by the balls, doesn’t he?”
Derek shuddered and grabbed two fists of Lucas’ hair. “Stop talking,” he rasped, his loins on fire.
Lucas chuckled—and swallowed his dick.
“Uh!” Derek clenched his jaw, gasping sharply. His neck cords strained as Lucas sucked him deep and strong… in and out of his throat… pushing and pulling his hot, wet mouth up and down the throbbing shaft.“Fuck…”Derek squeezed his fists tighter, his hips catching rhythm… rolling, thrusting. “Oh, fuck…” he whimpered, his head cocked back, eyes pinched closed. “Don’t stop, baby… make me cum.” He panted harder, both hands clamped to the back of Lucas’ head, pumping his mouth on his dick. “Ohfuck…”His throat closed, making it hard to swallow as air hissed through his teeth. “Uuuuhh…”A spasm shot through his body and he came so hard his knees weakened. He let go of Lucas and grabbed the edge of the counter, gasping.
Lucas swallowed—once, twice, three times—then sat back on his heels and wiped the corner of his mouth. “Damn, baby, that was a load and a half.”
Breath ragged, Derek fumbled with his pants, tucking himself back inside.
“You gonna make it?” Lucas chuckled, rising to his feet.
His chest heaving, Derek shook his head. “Fuck if I know.”
Lucas cupped his neck and kissed his mouth. “Anytime you needrelief,I’m here for you, baby.” He laughed lightly as he gazed at Derek. “I think that sweet boy has got a hold of more than just your balls. You poor sucker.”
Derek sagged against the counter. “I’m so fucked.”
“Don’t give up hope. He might call for a do-over.”
“I doubt it,” Derek mumbled. “I… I didn’t tell you the whole truth about last night.”
“What do you mean?”
Derek went through it again, explaining about Patrick’s late arrival and, ultimately, his escape.
“Damn. You left all the juicy bits out last night.”
“Yeah.”
“So, give him a call and apologize for scaring him away. Who knows, maybe you’ll get that do-over date.”
“Gideon thinks I should give it a few days, give Patrick time to sort out his feelings.”
“Oh.” Lucas shrugged. “I wouldn’t wait, but that’s me.” He smirked. “But you do whatever you feel is right.” He kissed Derek and palmed his crotch. “Make sure you’re thinking with the right head, though.” He chuckled and headed for the door.
The right head. This advice came from Lucas, so…
“Which one is therighthead?” Derek asked.
Lucas laughed as he passed through the doorway. “That’s for you to figure out.”
Great.
