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`See The Good In All Things' 15
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
(Flashback to the past continues: Richard and Derek)
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Balancing the two brown bags with one arm hugging his ribs, Derek grabs Richard by the arm, "c'mon you, or the burgers will be cold and the desserts warm!"
"I just want to see."
"You'll have plenty of time to see," thought at this moment, Derek was not sure of things. Could be that window of time would encompass tonight, tomorrow or the whole weekend!
The small trunk of Derek's BMW roadster pops up, placing the two brown paper bags, motioning for Richard to do the same with the dessert box.
Getting in the car, still in black tuxedos, Richard says, "what about the threads?"
"Fringe benefits," Derek says, pressing a button to rev up the engine.
"Where else can we get some nice tux's for free!"
It humored Richard, "do you do this all the time?"
"Yup. Where else would you think I got a whole closet of free tux's!"
After driving a couple of blocks, Richard asks, "so, about the cell number on the box?"
"James. He's always hustling after a few bucks to reduce the cost of tuition."
"You mean he's a hooker?"
It made Derek laugh out loud, "nowadays it's called an escort. At least I in particular find it a little more refined."
"You've hired him?"
"Fringe benefits, actually. I invited him over to the house and not only found he's a good kisser," Derek coughs, which could be construed as other beneficial things, "but he also does a good job at cleaning a pool."
"Built in or above ground?"
"In ground."
This is how their conversation evolved, bouncing from subject to subject as the area of interest came and went.
However, in the end it came full circle, "so, you think I should give James a call?"
"First I think is, I should find out more about you," Derek turns into a culdesac.
But everything discussed seemed to move off the table, Richard's attention now focusing on the panorama which unfolded.
The house passes by Richard's view, like a fast-moving train, "this is all yours?"
"That it is," Derek parks.
"I think I'm become a psychology counselor!"
Right at the front door, a person could not view all these amenities, which noticing Richard blown away, Derek saying, "wait till you see the back yard!"
Picking the food out from the back of the roadster, Richard responds, "I can't even imagine."
When Derek's father had posed the question, to pick out one of any of the family's five homes of which to reside, he chose the most modest one of all, in West Windsor, one of two houses he grew up in. Carved out of a parcel which used to be a farm, it was situated on seven acres. In years which followed the building of the main house, planted trees have formed a forested area in the rear and outcroppings around the home. Pulling in the cobblestone drive, the L-shaped home in the front gives way to a pool, tennis and basketball courts in the back. His father loved horses, but Derek was not so keen on it, so turned the modest stable into a pool house and relaxation area. Indoors, a big area became dance floor for parties, whereas wide panels could be thrown open and give way to expanding it to the pool.
Entering the home, Richard says, "modern. I like that."
With raised eyebrows, over the fact a teenager picked up on period furnishings, "that's interesting."
"What is?" Richard says, standing there with the box of desserts.
"Well, any other teenager would not be standing there admiring a painting, instead racing to the refrigerator!"
Smiling at Derek, he says, "but I'm not like other teenagers."
"So I'm getting the impression."
Heading for the kitchen Richard felt like he was walking the halls of an art museum, "you picked all these out?"
Balancing the two brown bags with one arm hugging his ribs, Derek grabs Richard by the arm, "c'mon you, or the burgers will be cold and the desserts warm."
"I just want to see."
"You'll have plenty of time to see," though at this point Derek wasn't sure if he meant the next two hours, tonight, tomorrow or the whole weekend!
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Richard started feeling comfortable in his school shrink's home. The burgers and fries they brought were gone in an instant, both famished.
Derek thought it responsible when Richard rejected the can of beer he offered, both imbibing on Richards choice, spring water.
After wrappers and bags were cleaned off the counter, Richard volunteers wetting a sponge, wiping down the small kitchen nook where they ate, down.
"Thanks," Derek thought of the small act of kindness on Richard's part, smiling when the sponge is basketball-tossed into the kitchen sink, "two points!"
Derek leads them to the livingroom.
"Wow. Awesome," Richard, with a flying leap lands himself in the sunken livingroom, the U-shaped sofa.
Taking three stairs, Derek says, "I'm surprised you didn't wind up in the basement!"
"Is there one?"
"Yes, but my father said not to go down there, that we could be overrun by spiders, rats or raccoons."
"Or," Richard theorizes, "like in a horror movie, a dude's told not to go in the basement, finding out it's a dungeon with cages and lots of captives?"
"Trust me, my father is not the type."
"Yeah, that's what they all say," Richard continues his tale, "until it's too late and their strung up in chains."
"Vivid imagination, Richard."
"But if you haven't been down there, how do you know for sure?"
Now Derek's curiosity limits had peaked, but rather putting it on himself, "would it make you feel better if we went down to take a look?"
Richard jumps at the opportunity, "yeah, bring on the spiders. Bring on the rats and raccoons. I laugh at danger!"
Having trouble getting out of the cushy couch, Derek lends Richard a hand. When launched up, the momentum on his psych's part, had Richard kind of too close for comfort.
Feeling like a wiseass teen, Richard says, "y'know, I never kissed a guy before, on the lips?"
"Oh? You've kissed his ass?"
"I'm not going to answer that," Richard sideswipes Derek, "on account of it might incriminate me."
Richard, in his socks, goes slip-sliding down the glossy floorboards of the hallway and tapping on a door, "is this it?"
Standing there, thinking it about it, Derek added another secret to Richard's rap sheet, 'mature', but also a frivolous teen.
He was also adds up the chance he was taking, putting Richard in his car, stripping in front of him at the restaurant, and bringing him, a high school student, to his house. How many other rules of confidentiality did he dare break?
Having felt the freedom to seek and find on his own, Richard was faced with several doors in the hallway, "or is it this one?" Then, noticing Derek lagging behind, "or are you too chicken to check out the torture chamber in the basement?"
Being funny, Derek sneaks up on Richard, who has taken to finding a key over a particular door, a hand feeling the overhead ledge.
"Gotcha!"
"Oh shit, Derek!"
However, Richard was not that scared, after Derek had goosed him, placing tickly fingers on his ribcage.
Another guilty thought drizzled through his mind, about going against student-counselor priviledge, when Derek leaves his hands at Richard's sides, turning fingers from tickly-torture, in to flattening his palms.
Not to mention Richard hadn't found a key to unlock the door he faced, when he faces away, hands fall to his sides, capturing Derek's hand in the folds. Like heck, when he was back at the restaurant, Richard wanted to lay his hands on Derek and get more than chummy. In his psych's own public domain, thinks seemed different.
"Are you sure we should be doing this?"
Tired of playing games, Derek trashes all thoughts of confidentiality, or of how things would stack up in a court of law, "or, doing this?"
Slipping his hands around Richard, Derek uses the teen's back as leverage, in pulling him closer.
Richard, not having been up this close to a guy, whereas he was 'kissing' him, stands there like a statue, accepting it.
Derek, sensing, like when he was first kissed, the fixation of not knowing what to do, does what the other dude did to him, picks up Richard at the wrists and places them on his bod, with intent that the other guy will catch on. Derek had.
Liking the feeling of Derek on his lips, Richard does take the hint. Well, it's not like he didn't see the same scenario, unfolding with him, like actors in the porn videos he watched, worked each other up into a frenzy.
Breaking off the action, Derek determines, "this is your first time, isn't it? Or, are you going through the motions of some porn flick you watched?"
Both applied, so Richard had no choice to answer, but, "yes."
"Hmm," Derek backs off, causing Richard's wimpy hands to drop off his torso.
It was a toss up with Richard, to get back on Derek's lips, or pursue the original quest, "so, is it this door," he nods, "or the other one?"
"Let's see," Derek turns, "is it door number one, the old oak door, or door number two, the walnut door?"
"What's this, The Price Is Right? Don't you even know you're own house?"
Derek smiles, saying, "door number one. Happy?"
Not giving the psych the benefit of doubt, Richard says, "that was my next try."
"Yeah, right," Derek doubts that.
Trying the knob, it doesn't budge.
Jumping to conclusions, Richard exclaims, "aha! Guaranteed there's something creepy down there!"
"Vivd imagination, Richard."
Though when Derek tries the door knob, on which would be Richard's third time, "yep, it's locked. "I guess we'll have to find out, when I find the key."
"Don't be a dick. Go get something to pry it open."
"Dick? I thought you were 'Dick'?"
Richard realizes, that maybe his choice of words weren't appropriate, not with the dude who spun him around and swept him off his feet, planting a sweet kiss on his lips, "maybe I shouldn't have called you a dick, but don't ever think of calling me 'Dick'. I don't like the name."
"So-or-ree," Derek says in a long drawl, but then thinking of soothing Richard's riled nerves, "you forgive me?"
Right now, Richard didn't make any connections between his feelings and Derek's puppy dog eyes, "yeah, everything's cool."
"Well then, should we look for something to open the door?"
Derek goes to the kitchen, Richard on his tail, to find something to open the door.
"Shouldn't we look for a key?"
"Nah. If we didn't find a key for the walnut door, we won't find one for the oak."
"This do?"
"Steak knife? Really Derek?"
Everytime Richard called him by his first name and not professional, Derek felt all soft inside. Once he got it in his head that the student was seventeen and not fitting the age of a ninth grader, it cooled his crotch, thinking in one more year Richard would be of a dateable age. Problem with that, he didn't think he could last one more year!
"No, but if you're so smart, you find something!"
Opening drawers, slamming them shut, it made Derek put fingers in his ears.
Freezing, with his hand on the next draw, Richard asks, "what's the matter?"
"What?" Derek asks, both ears blocked.
Elevating his voice, Richard yells, "I said, WHAT'S THE MATTER?"
Shrugging shoulders and shaking his head, 'no', Derek asks, "what?"
From Derek's actions, Richard already knew and upon opening the last drawer, comes across, "aha, just what we need!"
Looking upon the implement in Richard's hand, Derek, dropping his hands, says, "it looks like it belongs in a dungeon."
"No, dummy, it's a handle for one of those pots that don't have one?"
"Pray-tell, I never knew."
So revved up, Richard swipes past Derek, who was half-blocking the door way. Going past he smiles to himself, his bicep having grazed Derek's chest.
Going at it, working it like prying a can of paint open, Derek asks, "are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Nope. Not sure of anything at this point."
Richard started working at it, but found he didn't need to rip the door off its hinges, "what was that?"
"What was what?"
"You didn't hear that click?"
"What click?"
"You better think about getting your ears checked, Derek."
There it was, that sweet voice uttering his name, like a company of angels descending from heaven.
Richard was right, pot thigamajiggy having messed with the locking mechanism and instantly opened by a hand to the knob.
"You're a genius, Richard!"
Being facetious, Richard says, "I bet you're so excited you could kiss me?"
He would have loved to, but with Richard's hand on the knob, swinging the door open, turning on a light switch and proceeding down the stairs, it left no time for anything.
With Richard disappearing down the stairs, Derek thinks on it, 'oh well, another moment left to obscurity!'
"Creeky," Richard states the obvious.
"Careful. You never know. There might be a dungeonmaster under the stairs, ready to grab at our ankles."
"Who has the vivid imagination now, Derek?"
Another Derek-smile!
Just as Derek predicted, the basement had been a workspace, which he vaguely recognizes. >From not being used recently, it had become overgrown with cobwebs.
From behind, Derek got a crazy idea. Picking up a thin paint brush, he tickled Richard's neck, saying, "boogedy-boo!"
Derek was laughing even more than his joke, when Richard starts cursing and flapping his hands around his head.
Hearing Derek's laughter, Richard, joking, makes it not seem so, "not funny. I hate creepy things."
Still in tuxes, minus the jackets and ties, Derek feels regret, "oh, is poor little Richard scared?"
From someone else, Richard might have been mad, but Derek was growing on him, "no, but certainly I owe you payback, so you better watch your step!"
"Uh oh. Revenge never goes well with me. Can we kiss and make up?"
Standing there, allowing Derek to approach him, something from Richard's past causes his hands freeze up, hands glued to the edge of a workbench.
"Um, I think we should go."
At first Derek thinks it's something he's said, maybe coming on too strong with the kissing idea. They were having a good time, he thought, but then for Richard to be in such a hurry to get out of there, almost toppling him off his feet, then joggin up the stairs, he hustles himself upstairs.
Reaching the top step, bursting out into the hallway, Richard leans to a wall, a little winded. With his psych right behind, "I'm so so sorry, Derek. I don't know what got into me."
'Another part of Richard's mysterious past?' Derek would have to wait for the teens whole world to unravel. Instead of diving into that, "I've never had anyone run away from a kiss before?"
Taking a gamble, Richard says, "it's not you. It's me."
"Well, 'me'," Derek places both hands on each of Richard's shoulders, the teen allowing it, "soon as we can get out of these tuxes, maybe we should have that little talk we've been putting off?"
While Derek had a hold on him, Richard chances, "um, while we're at it, do you think I could have another one of your kisses?"
Having made it sound like Baskin-Robbins, Derek says, "all 31 flavors?"
"No, one will do."
This time Richard knew where to put his hands and replicating his mentor, even slid his arms around the back!
Simple, nothing elaborate, they didn't get to all 31 flavors, instead feeling like they wanted to ditch the tux's.
Both feel the same, Derek saying, "oh, but I want to try something."
An ordinary pull on the door didn't work. Taking the pot handle and jimmying it at the side, they hear it click, readily opening.
"That's all," Derek says, putting the pot assist on top of the door ledge.
It falls off and bonks him on the head, "owch!"
Picking it up, Richard asks, "are you alright?"
"Yeah," Derek says, rubbing the top of his head, "but I think I just forgot what the other 30 flavors are!"
"Next time I have to go down to the basement, you'll have to make sure I'm here to help open the door."
Slipping a hand into Richard's, "and you'll hold my when we go down the stairs?"
Like spiders or zombies had put the fear in Richard, "oh no. I'm not going down there ever again!"
A consolation, at least Derek would see Richard back at the house again, his terms.
Having walked the hallway back to the living room, Richard leading, they take the stairs to the sofa.
It calmed Richard to be in a part of the house which had brought Derek joy. Like nothing had happened, "man, you've got it made."
"Nothing comes without hard work. No one more than my father has proved that," Derek picks up the folder, opening it, "so, now that we've had our fun, ready to get down to business?"
"You mean, sex?"
"Why do I get the impression you keep avoiding the facts?"
"Ridiculous," Richard says. "Go ahead. Ask me anything."
On Derek's mind was what had just happened in the basement, but maybe that would have to wait.
"Okay. First on the agenda, you're a ninth grader who is seventeen years old. How did you manage to pull that off?"
Very knowledgeable and in a businesslike voice, Richard states, "one of the aspects of that is, being older I can be more responsible for things like doing homework, getting good grades on stuff like research papers and...."
"Not exactly what I was going for."
"Oh."
Somewhere in transition, between the basement and living room, Richard must've pulled his shirt from his pants. It threw Derek off, seeing the lad lying back, hands behind the head and the shirt hiking up. Not which he hadn't seen Richard's bellyhole and treasure trail, it seemed like the first time. He didn't say anything, except what pertained to business.
"What was it you wanted to know, again?"
It took all he could to muster up not to gaze at the bellyhole and the dark treasure trail, exposed between an inch or so of fabric, "uh, what I was looking for is why the big age difference?"
"That. Well, that's going to take some time explaining."
Richard thought that might satisfy Derek, being he was feeling more important reasons for lying back, relaxing on the sofa. He did feel the breeze from exposed skin and hair.
Derek knew he was being drawn to the teen, gets up and re-parks his butt in a side chair.
"Do I feel like a threat to you?"
"Threat?" Derek questions. "Like, how do you mean that?"
"Like, you think I'm going to jump on you, tear your shirt off, unbuckle your belt and get it on?"
"Hmm, now that sounds more like reality than fantasy. When was the last time that happened to you, Richard?"
It was like Richard had surrendered, lying there in the cushy sofa. Grabbing a pillow, he hugged it, saying, "how the fuck do you know it even happened? What are you, a mind reader?"
Opening his folder, Derek reads what he already knew, "it says here, or rather doesn't say, what you were doing between the end of 6th grade, through 8th grade. Can you somehow fill in the blank?"
Instead of answering the question, Richard says, "do you like me?"
"Of course I like you." It made Derek think, 'in what sense.'
"I know the difference between saying you love someone and actually loving them," Richard theorizes, "so I'm not going to ask that question. What I would like to know is, do you think you could learn to love me?"
'Where did that come from?' Derek asked himself. Yet didn't he allow them to wander off course.
Caught off guard, certainly he didn't want to invoke untrue feelings towards Richard, just to support a whim. Like anything, or more important, when it came to dealing with human emotions, he had to be sure he was sure.
Derek says what he was thinking, "where did that come from?"
"I don't know. You're older. You should know."
Placed back in his court, Derek feels he has to tred on soft ground, "I think with any two people, when they get to know each other, could develop the kind of relationship where a deep love for each other could be found."
"If I had a feeling that I want to kiss some dude, would that be love?"
Doing quick soul-searching, Derek could not escape the fact. Picking the folder up off his lap, he puts it on the table. Same time he moves his rump back from the chair to the sofa.
"I certainly think it would be a gut reaction."
It was getting steamy in there and the heat wasn't even on!
"So, how do you know a gut reaction from something that is real?"
It was a sticky question and in all reality, Derek would be up for something like that, but it kept on coming to him, the problem of Richard being a student, Richard being a student, Richard a student.
"How about we keep on topic and then discuss this at a later time?"
Accepting it, Richard was sure him being at Derek's house, this was more than something about his history. He speed-analyzes the situation, feeling comfortable to share, "okay," then changed course as well, "my past life, it's kind of cut and dry. My dad made my mom pregnant and as soon as I was born she abandoned us. All of a sudden, when I was five she fuckin' decides she wants me back in her life."
Something started to develop here with Derek, something like the Incredible Shrinking Man, happening between his legs.
"And your father, while you were with him, he treated you well?"
"He was in construction. He got me stuff a boy needs, toys, clothing and even after awhile he got a girlfriend, who happened to like kids. I can't slight her for anything. She was good to me."
"Like a mother?"
"I guess, but being I never had one, it was hard to tell. She was a good cook and when she wasn't home, being a waitress, she would bring food from the diner she worked at."
"So, from this perspective, life was good for you?"
"It was okay."
"What wasn't okay with it, Richard?"
Turning around, Richard places his feet up on the end of the couch. Kicking his shoes off, he leans his back against Derek's arm.
Derek takes a big pillow and sandwiches it in between Richard's back and arm, "comfy?"
"Yeah, it's good."
"So, about family life?"
Slowly, the best that life could offer, began to turn sour for Richard. It was a struggle, his biological mom wanting him back, his father refusing and then months down the road, the drinking started, the arguments between his father and girlfriend.
"One night things got out of hand. There was an argument. My father hit Linda. She called the police. He was taken into custody. What had been the best of things, was gone. It ended a halfway decent life I had."
"Which happened at what age?"
"I think I was ten or eleven."
Doing the math, Derek finds a clue in the gap of grades, "when you were in sixth grade?"
"I would have been halfway through, but yeah."
Then, turning over on the pillow, hugging it, Richard says, "does that answer what you need to know?"
"Oh no," Derek says, standing up.
"Where are you going?"
"We are going to get ready to go in the pool, if youre up for an evening swim?"
All for it, Richard jumps on his feet, "cool, but I don't have a swim suit."
"Me neither," Derek smiles.
As they walk the stairs to the second level, Richard remembers one of those porn dvd's, except two men were walking naked up the stairs, "nice ass."
"Why do you think I took the lead?"
Following Derek's tuxedo pants, "I think you're really starting to like me."
"Oh, so you're playing role-reversals now?"
Other than hanging up their tuxedos, the jackets they carried upstairs, ties and pants, there wasn't much else to hang on hangers.
Whereas Derek got out of his clothes, like he was the only dude in the room, getting out of his, Richard offed his slowly.
He was just stepping out of his pants, when Derek had gotten down to stripping his briefs.
"I thought you said we were going to swim naked?"
"I'll take the briefs off at the pool," Derek responds. "I mean, I wouldn't want you to pop a boner over my big balls and thick slab and get my bedroom rug all wet?"
"No offense, Derek, but your balls don't look that big and your cock? Hah, I've seen bigger cocks on high school guys!"
"Well, you've certainly learned how to insult people, but I'll let it slide on account of you're under age."
"That doesn't make sense and to prove I don't really care what you think!"
Derek's eyes were peeled, watching Richard slide his briefs down over his thighs.
All the time, Richard's eyes were looking up to see Derek's reaction.
"Get ready to tent them briefs, Derek," Richard teases, laughing.
With Richard ahead of him, Derek gets adamant, "high school boys!" Stripping off his briefs, his cock and balls jump out of the fabricated basket.
Gazing upon what Derek had pent up in his briefs, Richard reacts, "I. Take. That. Back."
"Which part?" Derek knew.
"High school boys?"
Here they are, like two dueling men, a twenty-five year old high school psychologist, comparing what he owned with a seventeen year old ninth grader.
"Am I forgiven?"
Derek crosses his left arm under his pecs, parks the right elbow on his left palm and taps two fingers on his lips, a signal of something questioning on his mind.
"What?" Richard falls for the gesture.
"It amazes me to how, a seventeen year old, truly developed to his full teen potential, can pass himself off for a ninth grader and get away with it. Like, how did you manage to keep up the masquerade?"
"I can't believe you're a psychologist, asking me something like that!"
"What does psychology have to do with it?"
Richard twists and turns the conversation, "what'd you flunk sex ed. 101?"
Either Derek was puzzled, or maybe deep down inside he wanted the scene to play out, "oh, and what does the birds and the bees have to do with this?"
An hour or so ago, before they sat on the couch and talked school records, before they were wiping cobwebs from their faces, before Derek tickled Richard's neck with an old paint brush, riding in Derek's goldtoned bmw, changing out and into clothes at the restaurant, when having constructive conversation in the high school office, the two had forged an unknown connection. Only now it was coming to light.
"What you should have learned in textbooks," Richard steps forward and for now keeps his hands to himself, "there are always some dudes ahead of others when it comes to human development."
It astonished Derek, any highschooler, regardless of grade or age, talking psych and not video games. Another aspect of them, face to face, with the only stitch of clothing, briefs clothing their ankles, how Richard manages to stay so focused, when he wanted to, any second now, reach out and touch?
Things began to heat up rapidly, Richard working Derek over with his words, gesturing with his hands, flat palms down his own pecs, "I mean, what high school senior has at the least a grazing of hair over their pecs," left hand, the predominant one, breaks lose from the moving pattern, rubbing back and forth over the trail originating out of the chest hair, traveling downwards, "a thick trail like this one," hand hits the 'treasure' area, "and well, frankly, I've seen more high school jocks with pubic hair than other parts."
"Okay. I surrender," Derek literally throws himself at Richard, engulfing him in his arms, but stops right there. Realizing he's really overstepped his boundaries, something he promised way back in his office, when he first lay eyes on the student. Out of hundreds of students he's seen, counseled, none had given him the gut feeling of really 'wanting', 'needing' and now, with the full picture in front of him, "that was just wrong. I apologize."
Apparently Derek wasn't the only one who had these feelings. Where Derek had chosen to step back in both his physical and psychological undoing, Richard closes the gap.
He didn't physically touch, even though it seemed the tips of their dicks could have. Instead, Richard reaches for Derek's hands, clutching them like saying table grace, "it's not your fault."
"I find that hard to believe."
As if drawing water from a rock, Richard says, "oh? Like how does that go?"
"I confess. I didn't bring you into my home to brown bag it."
Slight crease of Richard's lips, "you mean you meant to 'sleeping bag' it?"
"I thought we were getting serious here?"
Must be, being their shafts were now side by side!
Richard liked Derek's words. More so, he wanted to react, "are we?"
Sweet, soft, romantic gesture, Derek's hands engage in clutching the sides of Richard's head, bringing his lips to his. Richard slides hands to the psych's sides, between arms and bod. When they part, it's only their heads which disconnect, Richard keeping the teen and himself cemented together.
"There, I've gone and done it," Derek confesses.
"Me too and it's a nice feeling."
In disbelief, Derek rolls off his tongue, "no-o-o-o," saying, "don't tell me this is your first romantic kiss?"
Smiling tells all, Richard relinquishing, "yup. You're the first. There's a first time for everything, I suppose."
Thinking more, Derek asks, "meaning?"
"Like, when two dudes who like each other get into bed?"
"Well," Derek finally does disconnect, "I don't know about that. It's gone further than I've anticipated."
It didn't sit well with Richard, parting their skin-touching bods, "oh, so you had an agenda?"
"No. It's not like I lured you to my house to put you and I under the sheets!"
One thing, of many Richard has figured out for himself, fighting controversy with a war of words, it never works out. Instead of allowing anxiety to win out, he chooses the calmness of a boyish smile.
Derek couldn't believe Richard was acting so calm. That was supposed to be his position and here he's allowed his temperament to go and blow it all to smithereens.
"You want to maybe," Richard throws his eyes in the direction of the bed, "lay there and talk about it?"
Snapping out of his mood, Derek concedes, "yeah. Alright."
Richard wondered if Derek was always like this, wrangling his way out of a dispute with a pouty disposition. While he kneed his way into the bed, he thought it kind of cute, the pouty, puppy dog kind of personality he took on.
Circling to the other side of the bed, Derek hesitates. The seventeen year old, lying there, with hands parked under his head, situated on a pillow, right before climbing on top of the sheets, he places two hands on the mattress and with placing the rest of himself in the bed, "I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I'm feeling it's right. Do I sound redundant?"
"What I think is," Richard turns over on his side, "we're adults here. Well I'm almost one, that if we go about this the right way, no one has to know we are having an out-of-school relationship."
Derek's jaw dropped open. Truthfully, he didn't think this was going to last the night, that Richard would be asking to be taken home the next day. Now, with the bomb dropped, extending this beyond Saturday and Sunday, "like, how did we get to there?"
"Where?"
"Out-of school relationship?"
As Derek slowly climbs into the sack, inching his way so as not to topple over and accidentally fall forwards towards Richard, he finally comes into the position of lying sideways, facing the other side of the bed. He uses the sheet to cover up his slab.
With a little less than 'social distancing' between them, Richard theorizes, "figureatively, just saying, you're an adult."
"Thank you for clarifying that!"
Reaching over, Richard taps Derek on the forearm, "will you listen? I'm a month away from the legal age of an adult, other than the 'teacher's clause' about not messing with students, why can't we be adult about this and not put it out there what we're doing?"
Long and drawn out, Derek had to think on it, contrary to his profession, whereas when presented with an idea or a thought, he had to be take it all in and be quick on the rebound, "I think I get what you said, but that's a bold idea."
"Well," there it was again, that Richard-smile, "what were you thinking when bringing a student into your personal domain?"
It's not like this had not been churning around in Derek's mind, "there's a difference between you and any other student."
"You mean, about being seventeen and in ninth grade?"
For the fact they were lying in bed, face to face of each other, Derek summises, "you know what I mean. Don't play dumb with me, Richard!"
Richard smiles briefly, "now you're sounding like Linda!"
"Oh, am I? And a minute ago I was sounding like your boyfriend?"
Derek couldn't believe he had said, but too late, it was out there now.
"Okay. Honestly. I kissed a guy before. But it was not near the feeling as with you." Richard waits for Derek's reaction. When there isn't any, "but I've never been naked in bed with a dude before. I swear. That's the truth."
Placing a hand on his hairy chest, Richard asks, "and what makes me so special?" He scoots across the bed, like swimming underwater.
Not fighting the feeling, that bringing Richard into his personal life could very well backfire and he'll get canned, he allows the teen to snuggle up with him.
"Special?" Derek moves the hair from Richard's forehead, "I could name a few superlatives, but that would be only skimming the surface."
After a kiss and then another kiss, Richard felt what it was like to be in another man's bed. Unlike spiders which crawled around his head in the basement, in Derek's bed, having himself pulled onto his psych's bod. The feeling of touch, skin to skin, hair to hair and the feeling like his hard shaft was ready to drill for oil, strike it rich, the teen sensed full surrender.
"Oh no!"
With Richard's chin resting on Derek's beard, lips right below, he looks up, astonishment on his face.
Derek can only smile, before saying, "that's okay. We've worked up a sweat and can use the shower?"
Reason for Derek's words of wisdom becomes clear, Richard's bod literally sliding to the his left side, uncovering a gooey mess, clinging to both their hairy abs.
Abs, that far had Richard's cum ejected.
As the rumble got started, Richard could not swear it was him taking the initiative, "yeah, it was me," having said it was he who did a slight push up, lifting his bod up and slamming it down on to top of Derek, whereas his balls became situated about 2 inches below his bottom's navel.
Lying there with Richard in the pit of his arm, Derek questions, "are you sure about that? I mean, neither one of us had the time to pull out a ruler and measure?"
"I guess you're right. I'm probably wrong."
With brilliance, Derek proposes, "um, I can go get a ruler and we can replicate our moves?"
"I'm kind of worn out. Can we rest for a while?"
"Sure," Derek says.
Slowly thinking about past and present, one right after the other, Richard tried to comprehend on how tough it was, at seventeen, trying to fit into a twelve year old's shoes. Suddenly it wasn't important, but he did take notice of how much easier a transition, lying here next to his school psychologist.
Waking up in bed when morning came, it was a natural instinct for Derek to look over at the alarm clock, which he finally would see the face of the digital readout, having pressed the snooze button two or three times.
Unlike Richard, he was wide awake, and peering at the digits, "damn, where'd the time go?"
Not used to waking up with another man in his bed, Derek throws his feet out of bed and sits on the edge. He started to apologize to Richard, his arm abandoning the circumference of the teen's bod, stops. Instead, he gazes upon the formation of the human male, lying there like he had just done snow angels, arms slightly out to the sides, legs parted in the middle. In a dreamy state, Derek sighs, thinking how peaceful he looks.
Right after, a natural reaction to anything touching his bod, Derek's left hand begins exploring his fuzzy abs. Not featherlike to the touch now, the remnants of lying with the teen soaks his hand. It's then that implications set in, which has him switching his gaze from Richard to himself.
"Oh. My," he cuts himself short, holding up his arm, watching goo drip down his fingers.
His right hand gets in the act of cupping his balls, which has him realizing it wasn't only Richard who creamed their bods, which has Derek thinking out loud, "I can't believe it. I never did that without feeling it before!"
Preferring to bottom, Derek has had his share of sucking cock, feeling a dude's boring tool thrust to the back of his mouth, ever mindful of his own pulsing balls. Though he found more guys shedding their clothes, doing doggy style on the bed, leaving him with no option to fill'em up, Derek had grown to take up the versatile attitude. Either, or, when it came to downloading his balls, he could feel the pulsations, the build and then when his cream exploded, he knew it!
"Ah-h-h-h-um-ah-h-h," Richard suddenly returns to life, "is it morning yet?"
Still fixated on Richard's bod, stretching those slender arms upward, dark pits flaunted at him, "just about."
Seeing Derek's hand rub spunk into his abs and below the belt area, Richard does a sit up, his own hand going to his navel and surroundings, "oh no! Don't tell me," he looks down upon himself, feeling 'the wet'.
"That you fucked me?"
"I did? I mean, did I?"
Even though Derek's shaft didn't look stiff, Richard thought it looked kinda long.
"Nah." Wishful thinking maybe, Derek says, "do you feel bad you didn't?"
Scanning up Derek's bod, Richard flops back down in bed and speaks to the ceiling, "I can't believe it. We were only coming back to eat burgers and have dessert."
He was condemning himself, but not in a way in which he was sorry for what he did. Instead, Richard put both hands on his face and like handfuls of cold water washing over, sobers up. Peeking through both hands he does a semi-situp. From there both hands plane down pecs, abs and then around his navel, discovers the reality of his being there. It's not which he already didn't feel the slight breeze of the house ventilation system, coursing over his wet pubes, but had to prove it to himself. Both hands return midway up his bod, him uttering, "yuk!"
He hadn't even noticed Derek had left the room, until he returned.
"About those desserts?"
Derek could've grabbed a dish towel and cleaned up, while in the kitchen, but instead his mind was on attacking the two boxes of goodies Conor had wrapped up for them at the restaurant. Coupled with what Richard said, the power of suggestion had him running for the kitchen. On his mind was, it must've taken a lot of energy and calories spent, after both had spun that sex scene.
It through Richard for a loop, "dessert?"
"Sure," Derek giggles, "after dinner there's always dessert!"
In each hand a box sat on a palm-platters. Of delivery, Derek thought, 'I can do this.'
With one leg kneeling he positioned the other. Failure of his ability to deliver, he exclaims, "oh shit!"
Upturning both boxes, they come crashing down into the bed. Losing his balance Derek becomes faced down, right across Richard's bod, the desserts sandwiched between!
Sarcastically Richard, a prisoner of Derek's bod, cemented by desserts between them, utters, "well, I could see that coming, dimwit."
Being cut down like that, Derek smiles, doing a little pushup, "you did, did you?"
Both look between the crevice of their abs. There, in the slimey folds they view all the desserts Conor had carefully and with precision, placed in boxes.
Seeing some icing, cream, or whatever, dripping from Derek's right pec, Richard reaches in between. Taking a finger full of the dessert he withdraws, sucking it off.
"Mm-m, you don't taste bad, Derek!"
"Oh really?" Derek plays along, "like, what flavor do you think I taste like?"
Relaxing, he allows his bod to relax and at the same time turn himself so his face faces Richard.
"Kind of chocolatity, with a pinch of vanilla and something tangy, which I can't quite make out."
Derek was always good at word associations. Like heck, Richard's caramel coated nip was staring him in the face and with the desire for tasting dessert, it overwhelms his senses!
"Oh shit, Derek," Richard tries arching his back, head pushed into the pillow, a natural reaction to having his nip given lip service.
"Mm-m," Derek licks his lips, "I think you would agree, you taste better than me!"
Nerve of that Derek! He didn't even give Richard time to voice his opinion, licking and lapping at the teen's bod!
The room once again erupted with sighs of pleasure, Derek vacuuming off Richard's dirty pecs, abs and beyond. He didn't care if he tasted chocolate, vanilla, raspberry, apricot or man-paste. It was all good!
Better than good, realizing hands mashed the pillow up against head, consumed with throngs of pleasuring. He only began to surface from the cushy comfort when his torso had been relieved of bodily weight and began pumping up and down all on its own volition!
Out of all the treats Conor wrapped up for them, Derek got to enjoy the best, which was not cloaked in the cardboard cartons and brought into the house. A throwback to at first bringing Richard into his house, fear escapes him, overcome by the throes of what had happened over the past two hours, excusing condescending feelings, "fuck it!"
Flipping over onto his back, Derek breathed like he had just run a marathon, which was sometimes accompanied by a cough and spit. Strange thing, he didn't want to waste any of Richard's precious fluid, even though it was mixed with dessert ingredients, wiping it all on the towel on his chest.
In semi-recovery, Richard, still with labored breath, reaches a hand over, latching onto Derek's arm, "did you cum?"
Rightfully, it happened all so fast and in the fit of ecstasy he was in, he could've check, "truthfully, I was sliding all over the place," he swallow, breathes, "so if I was to check?"
It's at this point both take a look down themselves. Undistinguishable, desserts were plastered everywhere, on sheets, on them, a mish-mash of pastry and flavors.
Richard decides to take a dig, "I can't believe how messy you are at sex, Derek."
"Oh really? Well next time we decide to have dessert in bed, you're doing the waitering!"
"Next time?" Richard questions.
Realizing he had said it, nothing mattered to Derek. Instead of using fancy words, he turned to face Richard and scooting over towards him, cuddled the teen.
Richard opinions, "damn, this is going to be one tough secret to keep!"
They did finally think of changing the sheets, but didn't sleep in the bed that night. Instead, as they discussed and fought over details of a 'Longmire' episode in that cushy sofa, both dozing off in each others arms.
Even though he had every detail of Richard's life, in the school file and the information gathered through an old college acquaintance, a detective, Derek thought it wise to hear it from the 'source'. What he didn't realize, he was slowly falling in love with that source!
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Somewhere in the night Derek did stir awake. What he pictured as being reversed, the teen highschooler was lying there in the folds of a corner of the cushy sofa.
He knew they had migrated from the bedroom to the living room. What Derek forgot is why. Remembering the sheets were soiled with desserts and other matter, they abandoned the room, stopping off at the bath to rid themselves of their gooey outer layer of skin.
In between watching 'Longmire', trying to be the first to fit the pieces together to solve mysteries, Richard had interjected thoughts into how and why he found himself in life situations.
A few facts didn't sit well with Derek. One being most immediate, Richard was not living in family dwelling. Well, not his family, being his father was dead and his mother off somewhere in the world, whereas Richad had no clue to where. It could be complicated, but being Derek has studied family cases dealing with the same subject matter, it was simple to comprehend.
In lieu of the facts, which may not be fact at all, but gaps in what Richard could remember, Derek felt compelled to find out. Accessing his cell phone, he searched for a number. After checking alphabetically, he re-checked person by perso, scrolling downwards. Every few people he stopped, had a slight remembrance, focusing on name, recalling face, then stripped-down, the good sex, then moved on.
Finally Derek comes across the way he indexed the name, "cub," it tickles him into laughter. Then it occurs to him, that was then, this is now and in the five years since he's seen Bill, maybe he's not the rounded-bellied, hairy man he was then. Not only needing his services, like a 'Longmire' episode, it stirred Derek into knowing how the college security guard's life panned out. For certain, he recollects the sex being good, so it was worth reconnecting, not to mention needing a reference for a P.I.!
Then, while ringing, he wondered if this was Bill's number, did he get it changed?
"Oh. Hello. Is this Bill?" When Derek didn't hear a peep on the other end, "I don't know if you remember me, but this is Derek Winter, from Princeton, I met you when I was a freshman there and...?"
Apparently Bill had put all the info together, realizing the hot freshman, "Derek. Yes, I remember, the best cocksucker on campus!"
Derek thought on it a minute, thinking maybe this wasn't a good idea after all!
"Yeah," he says sheepishly, "that's the one."
At the time, Derek had wondered if that first encounter with the security guard was a one shot deal. He condemned himself for forgetting his key, but not when payback came. Next afternoon when he went out to class, Bill was there at the dorm house door, giving him a wink and telling Derek, "don't forget to leave his key at home!"
Bolder than your normal freshman, Derek had it one up on the security guard, taking the lanyard and placing it over Bill's head, patting it against his beefy chest, saying, "hold on to this for when I get back!"
Derek, a college freshman, found out how being versatile could work. Bill had claimed he was the best fucker on campus, but by the end of the night, Bill was finding out he had been forcibly deposed by Derek's firm shaft!
After that Bill held onto Derek's keys each time he left the dorm. If he had to go somewhere, Bill was there in the campus security vehicle to taxi him. At night they took turns at the driving!
When Bill mentions how much he misses Derek, "miss me or my dick?"
"Both," Bill answers, recalling, "but I guess you forgot that long kiss that almost outlasted our sex?"
"Um, I hardly doubt outlasting my hard cock embedded in you, but yeah, the kissing was nice."
Bill could debate the fact, knowing he was the one on the stick end of Derek's butt, but more curious, "so, what's on your mind besides sex?"
It was found out that the two were almost in the same neighborhood, Bill's private investigating firm taking off and accumulating some amount of wealth.
"Okay, then I'll see you Monday at noon, Bill."
Derek wasn't sure about Bill's last word, meeting him at 'his' house, but knew it would be worth making an excuse to leave school after a half day at work!
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