Harry:Hello, Daddy! I’ll have to ask my boyfriend what he thinks!
Derek snorted. Harry changed boyfriends more often than his underwear, so it wouldn’t be long before he was free for a fuck again.
Harry:Will you fuck us both?
Harry sent a picture of his boyfriend and Derek had to do a double take. Was Harry seeing his secret twin? What was it about gay guys and their boyfriend twins? The thought of fucking them both already had him half hard. Before he could overthink it, he confirmed things, and told them to get cleaned out but not to prep. He’d be there in half an hour. An evening fucking two tight holes was better than sitting on his own and reliving the regrets of his past.
It was London Pride Day, and it would be a busy night at the club. They were opening earlier than usual because people would gravitate away from the crowds in Soho and be drunk, horny, and looking for relief. He thought back to Monday night and couldn’t help but smile. Having them both tied down and fucking them until they came untouched had been hot as fuck. Derek had edged them both for two hours, and then made them both drink his cum. He wondered how their dynamic worked when they were alone together. They were so pliant and submissive and were botha pair of greedy power bottoms. Derek hoped they stayed together for a while, because he’d be up for doing that again. It had scratched an itch, and now he could focus on the busiest weekend of the year. First, he had to get his arse into the West End and join the march with Edward, as well as Milo and his friends. Derek was looking forward to meeting them all.
He travelled by Tube because no cab could get close enough to the march starting point, which was where they would all be waiting. He spotted Edward and Milo and headed towards them. Edward spotted him and smiled.
“What the fuck!” said a voice Derek hadn’t heard in a long time. “Is this a joke?”
Derek turned and looked, and his jaw dropped. He might have bleached his hair and be covered in tattoos, but Derek would recognise him anywhere.
“Kieran. What are you doing here?”
Derek wasn’t sure why he’d asked that. It was a Pride march. Why wouldn’t he be here? What he didn’t understand was why it seemed he was with Edward and Milo. How did he know them? Derek also couldn’t help but notice how sexy Kieran looked. The tattoos and piercings gave him an edge he hadn’t had when he was a teenager.
“No fucking way am I dealing with this today,” said Kieran.
That snapped Derek out of his extremely inappropriate thoughts. What the fuck was he thinking? Kieran was his stepson – or he had been. Before he could say anything, Kieran took off. Derek watched him run but wasn’t sure what to do. Did he go after him, or stay to find out how he was connected to his best friend?
“What’s going on, Derek?” asked Edward. “How do you know Kieran?”
He saw the look on Edward’s face. He looked concerned, and that could be for several reasons. Even though he wasn’tsure what he was letting himself in for, his instinct was to go after Kieran.
“I'd better go after him,” he said, and took off in the same direction Kieran had gone.
Now all he had to do was find him so he could apologise for what he’d done all those years ago.
CHAPTER 3
KIERAN
This could not be happening. Edward’s best friend, Derek, was the same man who had blown Kieran’s life up when he was eighteen. How the fuck was that possible? He kicked the stool next to the breakfast bar and it fell over, although not before it caused his toe to hurt like buggery. He’d needed to hit something, but he regretted that now. How could Edward be friends with a guy like that? When Milo started seeing a politician, Kieran had a lot to say about it, but as he’d gotten to know Edward, he’d warmed to the guy. They might disagree on alotof things, but he was always respectful and listened to Kieran’s point of view. Now he doubted the man’s judgement if he associated with Derek Stephenson.
Before he could hit anything else, the flat door opened. Thankfully, it was only Hassan. He thought for a second that Milo might bring Derek here, but then, he didn’t have a key as he wasn’t their flatmate anymore. Before he could say anything, Hassan rushed over to him and pulled him into a hug.
“How are you feeling?” asked Hassan.
“How do you think?”
Hassan broke the hug but still kept hold of Kieran as he looked him over carefully. Kieran rolled his eyes.
“I’m fine, although my toe hurts like a bitch from kicking that stool.”
“Let me look at it.”
“Stand down, doc. It’s just my pride that’s hurt.”
Hassan chuckled. “So, that was the infamous Derek?”
“Nothing infamous about him. The guy’s a cunt. No explanation needed.”
“I thought he might be here.”
“Why would he be here?”
