Derrick leaned against the doorway as Ty was working over the bulge in Derrick's slacks, making it grow larger with his mouth. He had pulled Derrick's shirt out and worked the buttons open with one hand, while the other was busy undoing the belt and working the snap of Derrick's slacks. He skillfully undid them laying open the flaps, releasing the hardening length as it climbed out of them. He licked Derrick back and forth from tip to base on one side, making him moan. Derrick's fingers were running through Ty's short cropped hair.
As Derrick's slacks slowly dropped off of him, Ty moved one hand to Derrick's balls. He kneaded them and then squeezed them, making Derrick moan softly, as he would tease Derrick's tip with his tongue. Oh, God, just fucking swallow me, please, just swallow me, Derrick begged in his own thoughts. Ty slid his hand from Derrick's balls in between his legs, finding Derrick's opening, running a finger in and out of him. Derrick was still loose from last nights activity. Fuck, he wanted Ty in him, on him, all over him. Derrick stepped out of his slacks, his shirt wide open, and falling off one shoulder now.
"Oh, baby. I want you to fuck me." Derrick whispered. Ty pulled off him, looking up at Derrick.
"Yeah? You want me in you? Is that what you want?" Ty asked as worked Derrick's hole with two fingers now, making Derrick's legs spread. He gripped Ty's hair even tighter now.
"Yes. Oh, fuck, yes. Give me your cock. I want it now." Derrick moaned, bending a little, arching his back.
Ty pulled his fingers out, and stood, dropping his cargos in a single motion. Derrick felt Ty's hardened length push against him, sliding in between his legs, lifting his balls up, as Ty mouth ravaged Derrick's neck and then up to his ear. Derrick wrapped his arms around Ty's shoulders, pulling him into Derrick.
"Want me to slide this into you?" Ty whispered in Derrick's ear, as Derrick felt him slide back and forth in between Derrick's legs, against his balls. Ty's tip was moving across the base of Derrick's crack, in and out. He thought he was going to cum right then and there. Derrick never wanted anything so bad in his life.
"Fuck." Derrick moaned softly. "Give it to me. All of it."
Ty responded to his requests, spreading Derrick's legs, and pushing his tip to Derrick's opening. Derrick arched his back, putting his hips forward, giving Ty more access, spreading his cheeks wider. Derrick put his arms around Ty's powerful shoulder and moaned loudly as Ty entered him. They were eye to eye, Derrick panting under Ty's entrance and the continual slow sliding in of his enormous member. Derrick had beads of sweat emerge on his forehead, becoming rivulets, and running down his cheeks, dripping on his neck and shoulders under Ty's pressure. Derrick lifted his legs and wrapped them around Ty's waist, letting Ty hold him up by the cheeks of Derrick's ass, as Ty pounded into Derrick, sending wave after wave of pleasure into him. Ty was pounding against Derrick's prostate, and Derrick was moaning loudly as Ty kept going.
"Oh, oh, fuck." Derrick moaned out. "I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming." Derrick moaned out as he shot up Ty's chest, hitting him in the chin. Ty kept pounding, kissing Derrick on the neck and then his mouth, cutting loose his own load. The pounding continued, more and more. Ty had finished shooting but was nowhere near being done. He had Derrick against the doorjamb, holding him up while he pumped upwards inside of Derrick. Derrick lay his head forward on Ty's shoulder, feeling the constant pounding and then he felt inside of him again. Ty cut loose with another load. Derrick felt the pulsing of Ty's cock in him, making him moan again. Derrick was loving the feeling, being filled.
Ty stopped pulsing, turning around, carrying Derrick to the bed, laying him out on the edge, still inside of him. Derrick lifted his legs, resting his heels on Ty's shoulders, as Ty continued to pump inside of Derrick. Derrick moaned loudly as Ty went deeper and deeper, burying himself to the end of his enormous shaft.
"Oh...my...God." Derrick uttered under the pounding he was taking, then felt himself cut loose again, shooting his own load out, up his stomach and chest. Ty reached a hand down, jerking Derrick a few times, and then spreading the fluid all over Derrick.
"Yeah? You like it, don't you?" Ty hissed through clenched teeth. "You like it when I'm inside you, don't you?"
"Yes." Derrick moaned softly. "Keep fucking me...I want more."
Ty was moving in and out of Derrick on a steady pace, bringing himself out almost all the way and then sliding back in. Derrick was moaning so loud and rolling his head from side to side, dealing with being filled with a massive thickness, feeling every inch as it slid, he thought up to his throat. And then, Ty let loose again. Derrick, feeling the pulsing in his opening, the throbbing. He loved it so. Ty was breathing so hard, and panting now.
"I want you to fuck me now." Ty whispered, in between Derrick's moans. He slowly slid out of Derrick, letting Derrick lower his legs. Derrick took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Ty reached down and grabbed Derrick's length, stroking it a few times, retrieving some of Derrick's cum, rubbing it on him as a lube, getting Derrick hard again.
"I don't know if I can..." Derrick whispered, lifting his head, watching Ty working his cock.
"You can." Ty whispered. He smiled out of the corner of his mouth. "I know you can. I'm gonna slide me inside you, and then ride you like you've never been ridden before." Ty scooped up some more cum off Derrick and taking it, putting his hand to his own opening. Derrick watched as he did it, getting more aroused. He was fully hard, as Ty climbed up on the bed, straddling Derrick, grabbing him, putting him to Ty's opening, and then sat down on him, shoving him inside. Derrick and Ty moaned loud together as they came together this way. Derrick was amazed at what Ty was capable of. He lay there and let Ty do everything, sliding up and down on Derrick, burying the hard long length deep inside of him, breathing hard.
Up and down, Ty rolled his hips, rocking himself, lifting himself on and off of Derrick. Derrick had folded his hands behind his head, just watching what Ty was doing. Ty was as hard as a rock, standing upright. With every motion, his cock bounced, his balls were tight against him. Derrick took it all in, this beautiful sight, fucking and being fucked. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed it completely.
Derrick was laying there in complete heaven, feeling Ty slide up and down on him, but they were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Both of them looked at each other with wide eyes for a moment. Ty stopped his movement on Derrick.
"Maybe they'll go away." Ty whispered. The doorbell rang again. Ty dropped his head, shaking it slowly from side to side.
The bell rang again for the third time, as Ty pulled off Derrick. Derrick rolled off the bed, leaving Ty spread out on the sheets. His legs were spread wide a little, showing Derrick everything. Derrick took in a deep breath at the sight, then let it out slowly.
"Don't fucking go anywhere." Derrick whispered. Ty smiled a devilish smile in return.
Derrick picked up a pair of underwear laying on the floor and slipped them on, then slipped back on his shirt, trying to hide his hardon. He buttoned the bottom three buttons, then looked down as the doorbell sounded again. He sighed heavily, looking at Ty, who shrugged his shoulder, and smiled wide.
"Good try." Ty whispered. "Better hurry." Derrick walked out toward the front door, muttering under his breath. Ty chuckled.
Derrick crossed the living room and reached the front door. He opened it wide, looking at this young man standing on the front porch, holding a box. The young man looked Derrick up and down, the open shirt, mussed hair, underwear. There was a very audible gulp from him.
"Yes?" Derrick asked, firmly.
The young man snapped back to reality. "I have a delivery for Derrick Jacobsen?" He asked sheepishly.
"I think you just made it."
"Mr. Jacobsen?" Derrick nodded in reply to him. "I'm sorry, would you sign here, please?"
"Sign what?" Derrick asked, looking for a clipboard or paper.
"Oh, crap. I'm sorry, I left it in the van." He set the box on the porch. "I'll be right back." The young man said, turning and leaping off the porch toward the van in the driveway. Derrick watched him for a moment and then looked down at the box. It was a plain box, no markings or tags. He knew he hadn't ordered anything recently. He lifted his gaze up as the young man returned, leaping up the steps of the porch, clipboard in hand. "I'm sorry, right here, please." He indicated with his finger.
"Got a pen?" Derrick asked, looking at the finger, then at the young face. Another audible gulp from the young man. Derrick shook his head. "Guess you don't." He turned, and walked back in the living room. "Come on in, while I get a pen." The young man bent down and picked up the box, watching Derrick the entire time as he walked away and then out of sight. "Do you know who it's from?" Derrick called out.
"Van Owen?" Derrick said loud and clear as reentered the room.
"Yeah, that's right." The young man looked Derrick in the eye.
"Damn. Already?" Derrick whispered, taking the clipboard from the young man. "These people are going to the death of me." Derrick said under his breath.
"A bomb from a jealous boyfriend?" Came the voice from Derrick. The young man looked past Derrick and his jaw fell open. He saw Ty leaning in the doorway in all his muscular glory. He had thoughtful put his cargos back on.
Derrick signed the sheet on the clipboard and handed it back to the young man, who was standing there like a deer in headlights, staring at Ty. Derrick looked over his shoulder, then back at the young man.
"No, not a bomb, per say, but more like a headache." Then the light bulb went on. Derrick turned and stared at Ty. "I don't know why I didn't think of it in the first place." Derrick whispered. Ty cocked his head to one side in response. Derrick turned back and looked at the young man. "Is there something else you need?" Derrick asked gently.
"Uhhh, no...no, thank you." The young man replied.
"Okay then, thank you so much." Derrick said, leading the young man to the open door. "Sorry, we were in the middle of something, so if you'll excuse us." Derrick said, slowly closing the door on the young man.
With the door closed, Derrick opened the box. He started to go through the papers inside. Copies of permits, surveys, copies of scaled plans of the house. Ty walked over and stood behind Derrick, slowly running his hands over Derrick's butt, kneading the underwear. Hands went around Derrick undoing the buttons on the shirt. The shirt was lifted up and pulled back. Derrick was almost oblivious to the kisses that Ty was giving to the back of the neck, as Derrick had become engrossed in the paperwork now in his hands.
"Don't you want to come back to bed?" Ty asked, as he mouthed the nap of Derrick's neck.
"What? What was that?" Derrick asked softly, while he was reading.
"Well, apparently not. I wonder if the delivery boy is still in the driveway?" Ty asked. He waited for a reply, there was none. "Derrick?" No answer. "Oh, Derrick?" No answer.
Ty stepped around in front of Derrick. He reached out and rubbed the front of the underwear, making Derrick look up in surprise. "Hmmm, finally." Ty said as leaned forward. He kissed Derrick softly.
"I'm sorry. I..."
"I know, it's work. I understand."
Derrick picked up the box. He looked at Ty and smiled. "Come on. I need to talk to you about this." Ty cocked his head to one side again. He followed Derrick into the bedroom. They sat on the bed, while Derrick explained the meeting with the Van Owens and what all the paperwork was about. After a couple of hours reviewing the papers and talking it over, it was dusk. Derrick had to turn a lamp on to see by. He looked at Ty in the soft light, and the realization came to him that he had blown another situation with him.
"I'm sorry." Derrick whispered. Ty looked puzzled. "My work got in the way of us, doing what we were doing."
Ty chuckled. He leaned forward and kissed Derrick again, longer this time. Derrick put a hand to the back of Ty's head, softly. They pulled apart a little, barely touching lips. "You're forgiven." Ty whispered. Derrick smiled. "I was wondering..."
"I was wondering, too." Derrick cut him off. "Why don't we have dinner, and then would you stay the night? Please?"
Ty backed away a little, smiling and then went straight faced. "Well, I don't know. I'll have to check my calendar, I've been pretty overbooked lately, I..."
Derrick kissed him softly. "Shut up." He whispered, pushing Ty back on the bed, laying him on the pillows, spreading the paperwork, pushing it off the bed. Derrick lay on Ty, wrapping his arms around him, kissing him deeply and passionately. Ty wrapped his arms and legs around Derrick, pulling him in deeper and deeper. Ty opened his mouth wider to let more of Derrick in, their tongues tossing each other around. Ty reached up and grasped the back of Derrick's neck, holding him in place.
The phone of the house started ringing, which was next to the bed on the night stand. Derrick moaned in Ty's mouth, Ty released his grip, and lay limp under Derrick. Derrick lifted up and just looked at this beautiful man under him, and tried to ignore the phone. He gently kissed Ty's forehead. The ringing stopped. Derrick hardly ever received calls at the house, except for some of the builders he had worked with in the past. They both looked over the edge of the bed as Derrick's slacks started to ring. His cell was in his pocket.
"Wow, someone is really trying to get a hold of you. Should I be concerned?" Ty asked, in a smart ass tone.
"No." Derrick replied flatly. "I'm the one who should be concerned."
"Oh? What about?"
"Whether or not I'm going to be able to last all night with you or not?" Derrick smiled wide.
"Hmmm, that could be cause for concern." Ty replied as they looked back over at the slacks, as they had quit ringing. They looked at each other and smiled. The house phone started ringing again. "This doesn't happen often, does it?"
"Uh, no. Let me get it, and see who the hell it is." Derrick rolled and leaned over and grabbed the phone. "Hello?" Derrick blurted out. He lay back on his back, holding the phone. "Mr. Van Owen...yes...sorry, I was in the shower..." Ty smirked and moved down the bed. He began chewing over the massive bulges in Derrick's underwear. "No, I got the box a couple of hours ago, yes...I did look over some of it, yes. But,...no, I haven't started drawing...as I said, I'm on vacation...yes..." Ty nuzzled his nose around Derrick's balls, pushing them from side to side. Derrick took a deep breath. "No, I am standing here dripping...that's alright...yes, let me finish reviewing what you sent over, and then we can meet or I will call you. That'll be fine. Yes, thank you. Bye, now." Derrick hung up the phone, looking down at Ty, who was chewing over Derrick's hardness, Ty was looking up at Derrick, as he continued his chewing. Derrick moaned through gritted teeth.
"You're such a pill." Derrick hissed out. Ty lifted off him.
"What? Something wrong?"
"You make it tough to talk on the phone doing that you know."
Ty chuckled. "You're on vacation, remember?" Ty started his chewing again, making Derrick spread his legs wider.
"Are you hungry?" Derrick asked softly.
Ty chuckled again. "I found something to eat right here." He bit down on Derrick's upper thigh, making Derrick yelp and sit up. Ty jumped up on his knees and they started to wrestle with each other, getting different arm locks on each other. Ty easily broke out of the various holds Derrick put on him, then wrestled Derrick back down on the bed, straddling over him, grinding his butt over Derrick's hardened bulge. "Oh, I think it wants out." Ty said as he ground more on Derrick. "What do you think?"
"I think I need dinner so I'll have strength to go all night." Derrick looked up into Ty's firm face, his steely eyes. "And then afterwards...we can do this all night long."
"No one has ever told me that before."
"What do you mean?" Derrick asked softly.
Ty shrugged, "Usually, it's just the quick thing, maybe a fuck every now and then, but never an offer for all nighter. Most don't like it that I keep going and going."
Derrick smiled wide. "I'll learn to adjust to it." Derrick shrugged his shoulders. "I think it's really hot."
"Oh yeah, I do. But, it's not just that, that's hot."
"What do you mean?" Ty asked, leaning closer.
"It's the total package that's hot. Looks, build, charm, humor. Mmmm, the total package. Well, and the package itself." Derrick winked. Ty smiled and bent down and kissed him. "Now, do you want to go out, or do you want to make something here?"
"It doesn't matter to me. You decide."
Derrick gave Ty a devilish grin. "Alright, let's eat in. But, I want you to do something for me."
"Lose these." Derrick said, grabbing Ty's cargos.
"You want me naked."
"Not exactly. I want to wear something." Ty looked confused. "I'll show you, get up."
They got up and Derrick walked over to the dresser, opening a drawer. He pulled out a pair of boxer briefs and handed them to Ty. Ty cocked his head over to one side again.
"Are you serious. My waist is bigger than yours, I'll stretch out the band."
"I know." Derrick wiggled his eyebrows. "But, you're gonna fill them like they've never been filled before."
"I have boxers in the truck, you know."
"Not the same, sweetness." Derrick walked by him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "With that massive package you have, it will look so awesome with those on you."
"So you're into underwear?"
Derrick stopped, turned and wiggled his eyebrows at him. "Who isn't? See you in the kitchen." Derrick walked down the hallway. Ty held up the underwear and just looked at them. He smiled to himself as he watched Derrick walk down the hall.
Derrick was setting the table, and then went back to the counter. He had pulled out things for a salad. He put everything together and tossed it. He went to the fridge and opened the door. He pulled out a few things, and then closed the door. Ty was standing there where the door had been. Derrick looked him in the eye, and then slowly, his gaze traveled downward. Ty had no shirt on to cover his muscular bare chest. Derrick's eyes went wide in amazement when he saw the boxer briefs on Ty. Tight, yes, but very pronounced, especially in the front. Ty was huge to begin with, but these made him seem even bigger. His length was laying to the right and was thick and heavy under the cloth. His large orbs filled the pouch and were forced forward from the constriction. Derrick's eyes went wide at the sight.
"Wow. That is really...hot. I feel so inferior now."
Ty moved to him, reaching up and rubbing his shoulder through the shirt Derrick still wore. "Oh, no, you're not inferior at all. You're huge on your own. Believe me, I've never had anyone as big as you." Ty leaned forward and kissed Derrick's neck. Derrick leaned his head against Ty's.
A few more things to do, and dinner was ready. They sat at the table together, Derrick had opened a very pleasant bottle of wine, and they sipped at it slowly. Derrick could tell that Ty was not a big drinker as the wine was going slowly. Derrick had asked if it was okay and Ty assured him that it was fine. They talked and laughed and when dinner was about over, they heard the back door open and close. They both looked up as Paul walked in. He went wide eyed when he saw the two of them at the table in underwear only.
"My, aren't we formal this evening?" Paul slid across the room and came to stop at the table edge. "So, what have you boys been up to? Looks like it must have been fun." Derrick gave him a stern look. Paul blew it off. Derrick got up from the table, picking up dishes. Paul focused on Ty, who only smiled up at him.
"Yes, it was fun." Ty replied, rising from the table. Paul looked him up and down, stopping at the underwear. Ty leaned closer to Paul. "And it's going to get fun again, very shortly." Ty wiggled his eyebrows. Paul's eyes went wide.
"You know, Ty, anything with you would be fun." Paul watched Ty walk away, focusing on his muscular butt as he walked. "Oh, yeah, anything." Paul walked to the counter, on the other side, Derrick and Ty stood at the sink. "So, if you boys are turning in, I'll guess I'll do the same."
Derrick looked up over the bridge of his nose at Paul. "We'll close the door and keep it down. Don't want you loosing any sleep."
"Oh, I don't mind hearing things that go 'bump' in the night." Paul wiggled his eyebrows at the stern look he was receiving. He turned and walked out of the kitchen toward his room.
Dishes done, Ty bumped his hip against Derrick, as Derrick was drying his hands with a towel. He could only shake his head, but smiled none the less.
"Alright, come on." Derrick said softly. They walked out of the kitchen, turning off the lights as they went. Ty kept patting Derrick's tight butt as they walked down the hall.
Morning light was beginning to stream in through the bedroom window, bathing Ty. He felt the warmth of the light and without opening his eyes, he felt across the bed with a single hand. He reached out as far as he could until he found the edge. There was nothing there but smooth sheet. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking away the sleep from them. The bed was empty.
He pulled back the twisted sheet and slid across to the edge and stood on the floor. He walked around the bed, heading toward the hallway. He slowly opened the door and the smell of coffee filled his nose. He proceeded down the hallway, coming into the kitchen. He smiled to himself as he saw Derrick, leaning over the table.
Ty walked up quietly, stopping at the edge of the counter. He watched Derrick for a minute. There were large sheets of paper on the table, pencils, scales, squares, all scattered about. Derrick was bent over, pencil in hand, moving the tip about back and forth, drawing out lines. He shifted his weight from one leg to the next, leaning there in his tight underwear, barely visible from the tail of his button down that he had put back on.
Ty walked up, next to him, sliding his hand up Derrick's back, to the base of his neck. Ty put his fingers on the collar, slightly squeezing the collar. Derrick sighed at the touch, laying the pencil down.
"Did you sleep at all?" Ty asked, softly into Derrick's ear. "I did keep you up most of the night."
Derrick turned, smiling into those beautiful eyes. "You're right, you did, you brute." Derrick leaned over and gave Ty a small kiss on the cheek. "Yes, I slept a little. I had to get this going though."
"I can see why you want an office here at the house." Ty said, looking at the print on the table. "I think I need to get it done, and quick. Is this what you've been doing all this time? Drawing on the kitchen table?"
"You mean, this morning?"
"No, I mean, the whole time, overall."
Derrick shrugged his shoulders. "I used to have a drafting table in the dining room, but it was too dark in there. I took the desk to the office to let one of the juniors use it. Why?"
"Just bothers me. Anyway, could I get a cup of coffee?"
Derrick almost jumped. "I'm sorry, let me." Ty stopped him with a hand on his arm.
"I can get it myself." He said softly. "You don't need to wait on me, you know."
Derrick looked deflated. "I'm sorry, I..."
"I know, it's okay." Ty said, giving Derrick a soft kiss. "I'm a big boy, you know." Ty smiled.
"I know. So, what are you going to do today?"
Ty walked around the counter and reached in and pulled out a cup from the cabinet. He turned and looked back at Derrick, cocking his head to one side. "Uh, build you an office?"
Derrick shook his head, walking slowly around the counter. "Smartass. I mean, what are doing out there today?"
"Oh." Ty said, filling his cup, turning and leaning his bare butt against the cool counter edge. "Corner trim is done. Trim out the windows, finish the siding, then get ready for fascia."
"Oh, is that all?" Derrick said with wide eyes, as he stepped closer to Ty.
"Why? Did you need something else done?" Ty asked, setting his cup on the counter, looking at Derrick the entire time.
Derrick stepped up in front of Ty, lifting his arms and placing them around Ty's powerful neck. They made full eye contact. Derrick leaned forward, rubbing his nose tip to Ty's. Ty put his arms around Derrick's waist.
"Well,..." Derrick said softly, pulling back a little. "I was wondering if maybe..."
Ty grinned a little grin out of the corner of his mouth. "Didn't you get enough last night?"
"That's just it..." Derrick paused, searching Ty's eyes.
"What is it?" Ty asked. "What are you trying to say?"
"I was wondering if, well, maybe you would want to make this a more..."
Ty's eyes went wide. He leaned his head back from Derrick. "Are you asking me to move in here? With you?"
"Would that be so bad?"
"No, not at all." Ty pulled back a little more. "I think it's just a little quick, that's all."
"I'm sorry, I thought..." Derrick dipped his head.
"You thought what?"
"I thought we had something going here." Derrick sighed a little, pulling his arms away. "I didn't mean to screw this up."
Lifting Derrick's chin with a finger, Ty looked deep into Derrick's saddened face. "Don't think for a minute that you have screwed this up. I was the one that pushed, remember?" Ty said softly. "And, we do have something going here. Derrick, I'm crazy about you. It's like I can't get enough of you. I just don't want to ruin anything by moving in." Ty paused, smirked, and then grabbed Derrick's waist again. "Besides, I think you're just trying to get out of paying me."
"What?! Why you..." Derrick yelped and started to tickle and jab Ty's tight abs and ribs. They wrestled against the counter for a minute, rubbing against one another. Derrick could feel Ty getting aroused, as he trapped the hardening length between them. They wrapped their arms around one another, kissing deeply for the longest time.
"Ahem!" Came a voice from behind Derrick. They broke their embrace and Derrick looked over his shoulder to see Paul leaning on the counter. "I thought you two had a room already?"
"Shut up." They both said, in unison. Paul widened his eyes at them.
"Fine then. I know when I'm not wanted." Paul turned and walked away, back toward his room.
Derrick looked back at Ty. "Are we okay?" He asked softly.
"What do you think?" Ty asked back.
"I hope so."
"We are, Derrick. Believe me, we are." Ty kissed him softly, again. "Now, I'm going to take a shower and get busy. I have a lot to do, and work some overtime to get caught up. The boss is a picky little bitch."
Derrick looked surprised at the comment, then smirked. "He's not that picky."
"Really? You don't know him like I do." Ty pulled away, grabbing his coffee and walked out of the kitchen. Derrick followed him.
Derrick slipped on a pair of cargos and pulled off the button down, he grabbed a tee out of the drawer and pulled it on, watching Ty step into the shower. Derrick walked back into the kitchen. Paul had reemerged and Derrick went back to his drafting. Paul made tea and sat down at the table.
"You didn't do something stupid, did you?" Paul asked as he sipped his tea.
"What do you mean?" Derrick asked, without looking at Paul.
"Like push him into a corner, ask him to marry you or something like that, did you?"
Derrick just looked at Paul for a moment. "Oh, God, Derrick. You did! What did you ask him?"
"I asked him to move in." Derrick hissed through his teeth.
"Mother of...why?" Paul set his tea down. "Don't you remember what happened last time? And don't tell me that was different."
"Well, it is different."
"No, dippy, it's not. You lead yourself around, chasing your own dick. You get your head screwed up with all these feelings, then you get crushed when it doesn't go according to the plan." Paul said, then shook his head. "What did he say?"
"He said, 'no'. Happy?"
Paul slapped the table top with his palm. "No. Not. This isn't about me, Derrick. It's about you, your heart out in the open, waiting to get stepped on. He's a great guy, I really like him, but, my God, why can't you just have fuck buddies like everyone else? No strings, no attachments."
"You don't understand. That's the trouble with you, Paul. You can't form attachments, you never could. You prefer it that way. I don't. That's not what I want in life." Derrick paused, took a deep breath and looked at Paul. "I want someone to share my life with, someone who is there for me, and I'm there for them. Someone to be with, laugh with, talk with. You, just want the instant gratification thing. That doesn't work for me. I need more, I want more. I know you don't understand that, and I accept that."
Paul just shook his head slowly. "You're wrong, Derrick." He said, softly. "I do understand. But what you need to understand is, that with the way I am, I won't get hurt."
"It's part of the risk." Derrick leaned closer. "I think it's worth the try. I think he's worth the try."
"I hope you're right." Paul stood up, giving Derrick a kiss on the cheek. "But, if it doesn't work out, I'll be right here to pick the pieces."
Derrick smiled and went back to his drafting.