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"You should be hanging out with me," Warren said as he stepped closer and ended up trapping him in the corner with his body.
Malcolm wished he could see a way to get past him without having to push him away. Hopefully he would get bored once herealized Malcolm wasn't interested. So far he wasn't getting the message. Warren leaned in too close and brushed his hand over his chest.
"Look at you, I can't believe Derrick hasn't grabbed you for himself. He's always passing up great opportunities," Warren said and Malcolm had to push his hand away as it moved down toward his crotch. "I'm not like him, Malcolm. When I see something good, I go for it."
"Maybe you shouldn't," Malcolm said.
What he really wanted to do was shove him away and give himself room to breathe. It was so fucked up that he had to think about not offending him while also getting the hell away from him. Why did he have to be his boss's friend?
Then Derrick was suddenly standing there looking more pissed off that Malcolm had ever seen him. "What's going on here?" he snapped.
Chapter 6
With Derrick there, Malcolm saw his chance to get away from Warren. But he wouldn't let him. He only got closer like he wanted to answer Derrick by showing him exactly what was going on.
He put his hand on Malcolm's arm and wouldn't let him go. His other hand went to his waist. As Warren tried to lean into him, Malcolm put his hand on his chest to hold him off.
"Take your hands off him," Derrick said and for a second Malcolm wondered if he might be talking to him. No. He was glaring at Warren.
Warren pulled away only a little and grinned at Malcolm. "Our party doesn't have to be over just because he's a spoilsport. We can go somewhere more private."
Now it occurred to Malcolm that maybe Warren was trying to make Derrick jealous. He didn't look jealous though, just mad. As Warren sneered and kept his hands on Malcolm, Derrick's expression darkened even more and his voice came out as a low, dangerous rumble. "Warren!" he said in warning.
"So possessive," Warren taunted him.
Stepping closer to him, Derrick looked ready to deck him. "Get your hands off him," Derrick growled then he pulled Warren away from Malcolm roughly.
Warren held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, while his smug smile stayed plastered on his face. "I thought you two weren't together," he sneered.
"We aren't," Derrick confirmed while glaring at Warren. Warren laughed, kept his hands raised and backed away. Derrick glared at him until he went back to join his own party.
Not liking how they were both treating him, like he didn't actually matter in their pissing contest, Malcolm walked awaytoo. He didn't know what the hell their deal was and he didn't care. He wasn't sticking around.
He went to get his jacket and that's when Derrick caught up to him. Now Malcolm was wondering if he would be facing Derrick's fury for getting all that unwanted attention from Warren.
"Take a walk with me please. Let's get some air. I want to apologize," Derrick said, surprising him. So Derrick wasn't mad at him. Good, since he had no right to be.
Malcolm hesitated for a moment, then they both got their jackets and went out. His heart was racing as they walked out into the cold night air. "This way," Derrick said and Malcolm was surprised when they walked up a set of stairs on the side of the house and then came out onto a roof deck. They had a great view of the opposite riverbank and below them the water shone with moonlight. It was cold up there though.
Derrick still seemed mad, and Malcolm wondered if an apology was coming at all. Leaning against the railing and taking in the nighttime view, Malcolm was still waiting for at least some kind of explanation or something that would make sense of what just happened. If he wasn't mad at Malcolm because Warren was all over him, then why was he so mad. It seemed like Derrick was furious at Warren, almost like he was possessive of Malcolm. But that couldn't be it.
Finally Derrick spoke up. "I'm sorry for my behavior. I don't know if you wanted me to step in. If I was out of line..."
"I wasn't into it, into Warren, I mean," Malcolm told him to clear that up.
"I didn't think so. It seemed like you were looking for an escape. But then you looked mad so I thought maybe I was just interfering," Derrick said.
Malcolm didn't want to explain that he was mad because it seemed to him that he didn't matter to Derrick. That this was allabout Warren. Instead he got exasperated and said, "I don't even know why you brought me to this party."
"Weren't you going to come anyway?" Derrick asked.
"No," Malcolm confessed. "I just don't know why you wanted me to come with you."
"You don't?" Derrick said then he took Malcolm's face in his hands and kissed him.
Threading his fingers in Malcolm's hair then tugging on it, Derrick was kissing him so deep. Malcolm was sucking on his tongue. Off balance from the rush of sensations, Malcolm grabbed for the railing to steady himself. Then he grabbed Derrick instead.
He was loving this unexpected kiss, losing his mind over it, but then Derrick drew back. Breathless and dizzy from the kiss that ended too soon for his liking, Malcolm was now listening to Derrick apologizing to him.
