The ride back to the house was quiet between them. Derrick pulled into the driveway and parked in the circular driveway in the front of the house. He shut the car off and sat there for a moment. Ty opened his door and went to get out, but Derrick touched his arm before he could move. Ty turned and looked at him.
"I'm sorry." Derrick said softly.
"Oh? For what?" Ty asked.
"I wasn't expecting that."
Ty sighed. "You had no idea. You have nothing to be sorry for. They, on the other hand, do. I feel sorry for their son. Having to deal with that. I don't even know the kid and I feel bad for him."
"So do I."
"Why did you cut it short after she 'outed' him to us?"
"I saw no point in continuing. She is obviously opinionated and doesn't care for gays at all." Derrick sighed. "I think I'm going to wash my hands of all of this."
"Really? How can you say that?" Ty turned in his seat. "It might throw a different light toward the kid, her knowing that we're gay." Ty shook his head. "You shouldn't have stopped me from saying what I wanted to say."
"It's none of her business." Derrick said flatly.
"Maybe you're right." Ty turned and looked away from Derrick. "Are you really going to wash your hands of this?"
"It would probably be best, don't you think?"
"What about the boy? What about her? I think it's a bad idea. You can't just walk away."
"Can't I? I don't know the boy, nor do I know that I want to know him. This is all becoming a real nightmare to me. I'll just get the plans done and turn it over to someone else in the office."
"Gonna quit, huh?" Ty asked, still looking away.
"You don't think I should?" Derrick moaned.
"No, I don't. But, it's not up to me." Ty sighed softly. "I need to get busy and get a few things done."
"You're not upset, are you?"
"Not at all." Ty leaned over and kissed Derrick on the cheek. "I'll be out back."
"You want to stay tonight?" Derrick asked softly.
"I don't know yet." Ty said and got out of the car. He shut the door and walked around the house out of sight.
Derrick drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, and then got out. He walked up the steps to the front door and walked into the house. He walked over to the phone and saw the answering machine had messages. He pushed the play button and started to unbutton his shirt while he listened. The first was from a telemarketer, skip, the second was from the office asking about some details from a building, the third was Van Owen. He sounded angry, nothing unusual there, but it was about his wife being upset when she returned home from lunch. The fourth was the office, again. He pulled the tails of his shirt out of his slacks and picked up the phone. He dialed the office.
"Kim? Hi, it's Derrick...doing fine, thanks. Is Tom in? He called me earlier...thanks." Derrick wiggled out of his shirt while she put him on hold. "Tom...what's up? Beckett? They called? I asked them to call me here. What? No, it's about that project I told you about...yes, that's the one. No, I'll call them back. I'll be in tomorrow. Yes, I have something that needs sheets on it. Great, appreciate it. It's full blown, yes. See you tomorrow. Bye." Derrick hung up the phone. He carried the shirt into the bedroom, tossing it on the bed. He undid his slacks and slipped them off. Tossing them on the bed as he walked around to head for the bathroom.
He turned on the shower and waited for the water to rise to temperature. He stepped in and let the rain head drop water all over him. He put his hands on the tile wall and leaned letting the water caress him, as if to wash his thoughts away. He stiffened as he felt hands on his shoulders. Strong hands kneaded his muscles, making him breath in deeply and moan softly.
"I thought you might need this." Ty whispered into Derrick's closest ear.
"Feels good." Derrick whispered back. Ty kept kneading the muscle at the base of Derrick's neck. "Can't get that in town."
"Oh yeah you can. Depends on what corner you stop at, and how much money you have." Ty chuckled.
"How much do you charge?"
Ty kissed the tip of Derrick's ear. "You can't afford me." He whispered. Derrick chuckled now. "So, you've decided, haven't you?"
Derrick turned and went nose to nose with Ty. "Yes. I have." Derrick kissed Ty softly, and then jumped in his own skin at the sound of a scream. They both looked through the shower glass, as there was someone else in the bathroom with them.
"Mr. Derrick! I am so sorry!" Came the voice from the blurry vision of a person backing out of the bathroom doorway.
"Camilla!" Derrick called out, stepping quickly around Ty, trying to get out of the shower.
"Who?" Ty asked, right behind Derrick.
"My cleaning lady." Derrick said softly over his shoulder, wrapping a towel around him. Derrick stepped out into the bedroom, seeing Camilla wringing her hands, looking flushed. Derrick stepped up to her. "Camilla, I'm sorry. Are you alright? I totally forgot today was Wednesday. Are you okay?" Derrick taking her hands.
Camilla was looking at the floor, as Derrick took her hands into his. She didn't look up, but only nodded her reply. Slowly she lifted her gaze up, looking Derrick in the eyes. "I am so sorry, Mr. Derrick. I was in the kitchen, cleaning, and then came into the bathroom to clean...I did not mean to..."
"Camilla, it's alright." Derrick laughed softly. He half turned toward Ty, who was behind him now, then back to her. "Camilla, this is Ty. He will be...staying with me..." Derrick said, looking back at Ty.
"Well,...si." Derrick said. Derrick squeezed her hands in his, giving her a reassuring smile. She returned it, and leaned close to Derrick. Derrick leaned down closer to her.
"Que es muy bonito." Camilla said with a smile.
"Si. El es." Derrick replied, with a chuckle. Ty was looking confused.
"What's going on?" Ty asked softly. Derrick let Camilla go, and turned Ty around, and headed him back into the bathroom.
"She wants to know when it's her turn." Derrick said, with a smirk. Ty looked horrified for a moment, then knew something else was afoot. He smirked and nodded his head.
"You are really bad, mister."
Derrick just smirked. "It's what I do. I have been learning from the master." Derrick said as he pulled off his towel and started to dry himself. Ty just watched, leaning against the counter.
"Do you know how fuckin hot you are?" Ty said letting out a deep breath. "I didn't know you spoke Spanish."
Derrick gave him a side glance. "French, Italian, Spanish, a little Arabic, and Latin, of course, thanks to being raised Catholic."
"Really? A true Renaissance man. Very hot."
"One tries." Derrick said as toweled his hair. "So, now that Camilla has had the scare of her life, and she is aware that you will be staying with me..." Derrick said as he stepped up to Ty. "I guess you have no choice but to stay the night."
Ty wrapped his powerful arms around Derrick's neck and shoulders. "I guess you're right. I mean, now that we have cleared it with the housekeeper." Ty leaned in and kissed Derrick softly.
"Such a smartass." Derrick said softly, returning the soft kiss. "So, we should think about dinner then. What would you like to have?"
Ty cocked his head a little, "You mean, besides you? Hmmm, I have to think about that."
Derrick hung up the towel and then walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom. He picked up his shorts off the floor and stepped into them. He turned around, seeing Ty leaning in the doorway, and smiled.
"How about we eat in. I'll go to the store and get some things and make dinner here."
"I could take you out, you know."
Derrick smirked. "Oh, carpenter food. Probably some burger joint with greasy fries."
Ty's mouth opened wide. "Hey. I do know some nice places." Ty said, sounding a little irritated. "Maybe it's my turn to show you off a little."
Derrick pulled out a fresh shirt from the drawer, and slipped his arms into the sleeves, pulling it over his head. He stepped over to Ty, reached up with one hand and gently rubbed a nipple with the back of a finger. Ty exhaled through his nose and closed his eyes.
"You can show me off another time." Derrick whispered, kissing Ty's neck. "I'm in the mood to cook, and I really want to keep you here."
"You're the boss." Ty whispered.
"I know." Derrick stopped his rubbing and dropped his hand. "I'll be back in a little bit. Will you be fine for a little while?"
"Yeah. I'll go out back and do a few more things."
Derrick walked out into the living room and picked up his keys. He walked out the front door and climbed into the car, starting it, and then drove back into town. He stopped at the grocery store and parked. He walked in, grabbing a basket and began to push it through the aisles, stopping to grab various items as he went along. Once he had everything that he had in mind, he went to the checkout and had everything rang up and bagged. The bagger asked if he wanted help out. He was young and very cute, Derrick thought. Derrick smiled and said sure. They walked out together, the bagger pushing the cart along, doing his best to make small talk with Derrick. They reached the car, Derrick opened up the passenger door. The boy was placing the bags on the floor and in the seat.
Derrick watched the boy bending over, thinking to himself that it was nice to be young and tight in all the right places.
Once everything was loaded in the car, the boy turned and smiled at Derrick, he returned the smile and thanked him for the help. The boy pushed the cart off, gathering a few more together in the parking lot as Derrick climbed in the car. He drove away, back toward the house.
Once there, he pulled into the driveway, and went to the back of the house. He parked and got out, noticing another truck was there. He unloaded the bags and carried them into the house, setting them on one of the counters. He emptied the bags into the fridge and cabinets, then folded the bags and put them under the sink. He walked out the back door, out to the garage, hearing voices as he approached.
Derrick walked into the garage and saw Ty talking to Bart, the plumber. Derrick gave a slight sigh, not knowing if he would ever return. Derrick approached them, Ty's back to Derrick, but Bart saw him, and smiled slightly.
"Well, hello Bart."
"Hello." Bart said rather quietly.
Ty turned and looked at Derrick, smiling. "Bart was telling me that he had run into a few problems, with emergencies and all. That's why he hasn't been here."
Derrick nodded his understanding. He thought a simple phone call would have been courteous enough to let him know what was going on. He sighed and smiled slightly, listening to the conversation. Ty and Bart were going on and on about laying pipe, hooking things up, making water flow. Derrick's head was beginning to spin. He excused himself and walked back toward the house.
Derrick set about the kitchen prepping for dinner. He was busy slicing mushrooms when Ty walked in the back door, sliding up to the counter, taking a seat on one of the stools. Derrick looked up briefly and smiled.
"What's the deal with Bart?"
"He's sorry for not being here. He wanted to make sure you're not mad."
Derrick stopped his slicing and looked up. "So, he figured he would talk to you first, and then talk to me. Hmmm."
"Kind of." Ty answered softly. He took a deep breath. "So, are you?"
"What? Mad?" Derrick smirked a little. "I know the contracting world. I deal with enough of it on a daily basis. Don't take offense, but contractors are unreliable at best. I have never known one that is there when they say they are going to be there. Present company accepted, of course. Don't you find that to be true as well?"
Ty had dropped his gaze, looking at the floor. "I know you're right. That's the sad fact. Most of these guys work on their own schedule. It gives us all a bad reputation."
"So. Am I mad? No. Do I understand? Yes. I have resigned myself to the fact that I have to live with it." Derrick went back to slicing. "It's just frustrating, that's all. We were moving along so well, and then to be delayed."
"He said he would be here in the morning."
Without looking up, Derrick said softly, "Well if he's not, we'll sell his tools and hire someone else." Derrick lifted his eyes seeing Ty's reaction. Wide eyes made Derrick chuckle.
"You really are bad." Ty said as he got up from the counter and walked around to where Derrick was standing.
"Careful, I have a knife." Derrick said, dryly.
Ty nuzzled his mouth up to Derrick's neck, mouthing him below his ear. He wrapped a hand around Derrick's waist, squeezing him, making Derrick exhale softly.
"I know you do. And you are so sexy."
Derrick set the knife down, turning to look Ty in the eyes. Their gaze was long and lustful. Derrick leaned in and kissed him softly, pulling Ty's lower lip back a little with his own.
"You're pretty sexy yourself." Derrick whispered.
"You sure you want to cook?"
Derrick chuckled. "I'm sure."
Ty ran his fingers up Derrick's back, softly kneading Derrick's neck. Derrick closed his eyes at the soft touch, loving every moment of it.
"I could blow you while your cooking." Ty whispered in Derrick's closest ear.
Derrick threw his eyes wide open, pushing Ty back a little. "Easy there, horn dog. I need to focus. Wait till I'm done, then you can, while I'm doing dishes."
"Really?" Ty asked with some excitement in his voice, as he rubbed his fingers over Derrick's firming bulge. "I think it wants it now."
"It...will have to wait." Derrick said as he leaned in and kissed Ty, going very deep with his tongue. They battled each other for a long minute, then Derrick pulled back. "We have all night." Derrick said as he turned back to his knife and mushrooms. "Now, let me focus. Do you want to help?"
After dinner, Ty helped Derrick with dishes. They sat back down at the table. Derrick poured a little more wine for Ty. Ty was feeling a little on the tipsy side from all the wine that Derrick had him sample. Derrick smiled out of the corner of his mouth, watching Ty sit there rather glassy eyed.
"So, what are you going to do tomorrow?" Derrick asked as he sipped more wine.
"Help Bart, I guess. Want to get the inspection over so I can start sheetrocking." Ty gathered his thoughts for a moment. "Have you thought about what the wall finish is going to be?"
"I haven't decided. But, I am leaning toward one gable end wall to be done in stack stone. What would you think?"
"I think you need a fireplace or stove then. Make it kind of homey, you know? I mean, since you'll probably be spending every waking moment out there."
Derrick smirked. "Is that what you think? That could change, you know. It all depends."
"Oh? Depends on what?"
Derrick swirled his wine in the glass, staring at it. "I guess it depends on if I have something that was a distraction that would pull me away from out there." His gaze went from the glass back to Ty, who was clearly starting to slump a little. "I think maybe it's time for bed. You look tired."
"Too much wine, too much food. I usually don't eat as much as I did today." Ty gathered his thoughts again. "Say, what are you going to do tomorrow?"
"I'm going into the office for a little while. Why?"
"Nothing...I guess I'm going to miss you, that's all." Ty slurred a little.
"Yep, way too much wine." Derrick said, as he got up from the table. "Come on, let's get you into bed."
Ty grinned really wide, wrapping his arms around Derrick's neck. "Are you gonna let me blow you now?"
"I don't think so, sailor. Let's just get you into bed. Come on." Derrick walked Ty down the hallway into the bedroom, and lay Ty down. Derrick reached down and pulled Ty's shoes off, then his socks. Derrick stood and leaned over the bed, undoing Ty's shirt, moving downward, undoing buttons, then unsnapped the top button of his pants.
"You know, you didn't have to get me drunk to have me." Ty said as he rolled his head to the other side.
"I know, sweetie, that wasn't my plan. Now, sit up and let me get this shirt off you." Derrick said as he pulled Ty up. "That's good." Derrick said, tossing the shirt. "Now the pants. Come on, stand up." Ty responded and stood. Derrick slid the pants down, and then had Ty sit on the edge of the bed. Derrick pulled the pants legs off, then tossed them aside. He reached up and tossed the covers back, and helped Ty get in between the sheets. Derrick covered him up, and smiled down at him.
"You just lay right there, sexy. I'm going to close up the house. I'll be right back." Derrick turned and walked out of the room. He went and closed the back door and locked it. He went to the living room and locked the front door, and then shut all the lights off. He came back into the bedroom and looked at Ty, who was sound asleep. Derrick smiled as he himself got undressed. He climbed in next to Ty, nestling close to him.
"Ty." Came a voice. "TY!" Came the voice louder this time. Ty sat up, throwing his eyes open wide.
"What?" Ty answered. "Where?" Ty looked around, seemingly confused. "Oh my God." Ty muttered. He looked up toward the voice. Bart was standing in the doorway of the bedroom. "Hey, Bart...what time is it?"
"It's past ten." Bart replied flatly.
"What?" Ty asked, seemingly alarmed. He threw back the covers, and slid to the edge of the bed. "Where's Derrick?"
"He left a couple of hours ago. Said to let you sleep a while." Bart replied. "Bud, where's your clothes?
Ty looked down at himself and then back up at Bart. "I...I don't know." Ty looked around the room. He didn't see anything laying around or on the floor. "I don't know what Derrick did with them."
Ty looked back up at Bart. "Long story. I'll tell later." Ty said, as he walked into the bathroom.
Bart waited, and then heard the toilet flush. Ty came out and walked past him into the hallway. "Where are you going?" Bart asked as he followed Ty. "Hold on, bud. What are you thinking?"
Ty opened the back door. "Going to the truck. I have clothes in the back seat."
"Bud, wait a minute. I'll go get them for you..." Bart said, trying to catch up to Ty, but he was already down the steps and walking across the grass toward his truck. Bart came down the back steps, and stopped.
"Morning." Ty said, as he walked by the people that had apparently come to work with Bart stood in the doorway of the garage, all eyes wide, seeing Ty walk by. Bart walked up to them, and shooed them away, getting them back to work.
Ty opened the truck door, and leaned in, grabbing clothes. He put on shorts and a tee. He slipped on socks and his boots, and then tied them. He turned, closing the door and walked back toward the house, walking by Bart.
"I need coffee. My head is killing me." Ty said. He went the back steps and back into the house. He went into the kitchen and made a cup of coffee, sipping it slowly as he was watched Bart walk in slowly.
"You alright, bud?"
Ty nodded in reply and sipped more coffee. "Too much wine last night."
"I thought you didn't drink?"
"I don't. And for good reason. My head is pounding." Ty sipped more. "I need to find some aspirin." He set the cup down and went to the bathroom. He returned a couple of minutes later, picking up the coffee cup.
"You find some?" Bart asked. Ty nodded again. "What happened last night? You look like hell."
"Derrick made dinner. He had me sample a few wines. He said each one went a different part of dinner." Ty said and then smiled at the memory of it all. "It was awesome, and he was right." He sipped more coffee. "I guess I'm just not used to it."
"Hmmm. I guess not."
"So, you saw him this morning? You talked to him?"
"Yeah. He said he was going into his office and would be there a while. He said you were sleeping here in the house and that I might want to get you up later, but to let you sleep. I introduced him to the guys that I brought."
"Yeah, what's with that? You always work alone."
"My nephews. Needing summer jobs, and I thought it would make up for lost time here. He looked a little upset yesterday."
"No, we talked. He understands what it's like contracting. We just have to make it look good for him though."
"I will." Bart answered. He turned to walk out toward the back door. "You coming?"
"I'll be out in a few minutes." Ty answered and watched Bart disappear. Ty set the coffee cup down and put his hands to his head, willing the pounding going on to go away. He walked back into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He stripped and then stepped in, turning the temperature up as hot as he could stand it, letting the rain head run over him. The hot water was helping, dilating blood vessels. He put his hands on the tile and just relaxed.
"Well, there's something you don't see everyday."
Ty jumped a little, and turned his head to look over his shoulder. He saw Paul standing there, leaning against the wall at the shower entrance. Ty looked back at the wall to ignore him.
"Morning, Paul." Ty muttered.
"You look a little on the beat up side there, Mr. Beefcake. Everything alright?"
"A touch of hangover is all. What do you need? Or are you getting it from just watching?"
"My, my. You're a little testy when you're hung over aren't you?" Paul shook his head. "I was wondering where Derrick was?"
"He went to his office for a while."
"I see. Must have been dinner last night, huh?"
Ty turned and just looked at him, narrowing his eyes.
"I'll take that as a, yes." Paul said, as he grabbed a towel for Ty, who was turning off the water. "He cooked for you, did he?"
"Yes. What about it?"
"Oh, nothing. He enjoys his cooking, that's all." Paul said, handing Ty the towel. "Must have been 'special'."
"It was really good." Ty answered, as he dried off his chest. "A little too much wine, though."
"Ahh, I see. Hence, the hot shower." Paul said, watching Ty dry off his legs and tumble his long cock and balls with the towel. "Get some aspirin?" Ty grunted in reply. "I'll make you some more coffee." Paul walked out of the bathroom. He returned as Ty was finishing dressing, handing a fresh cup to Ty.
"Thanks." Ty said.
"You know, he's crazy about you." Paul said flatly. Ty turned and smiled at Paul.
"I know." Ty replied, leaning in and giving Paul a small kiss on the cheek. "The feeling is mutual."
Paul smiled, at the kiss, and the words. "Well? What are you going to do about it?"
Ty hung up the towel, turning back to look at Paul. "I'm going to be very careful, and not screw this up." He said, sipping more coffee. "Don't worry. Now, I have to get busy and go out back. Would you like to do me a favor?"
"Oh, honey, I thought you would never ask."
"Not that." Ty said, putting a hand out to stop Paul from stepping toward him. "Would you take some pictures of the plumbing that they are putting in?"
Paul looked like he was crushed. "Sure. Is that all you want?"
"Yes, Paul. That's all I want."