It was a dream; Ian felt Derek's arms, embracing him from behind; he could feel his lovers lips, strong against his own, they were kissing, but somehow, at the same time, he could feel Derek's lips on his cock. That's how he knew: it was a dream. In the dream he wanted to cum, because the sensation was amazing, but also, because he missed it, when Derek made him cum. He exploded inside Derek's mouth, and woke up to a wet, cold, lonely bed.
It has been six months since he last saw Derek.
Ian wanted a family, but Derek wouldn't hear about it. he refused to listen, he refused to talk about the past or the future. Derek wanted to live in the present, with no thought to causes or consequences. Ian couldn't blame him, really; even today, it wasn't common for two men to marry, to have kids.
But Derek's stubborn refusal to even discuss the situation had Ian tremendously frustrated.
They didn't exactly break up. They had a fight, and Derek was stubborn, and Ian didn't go after him as usual, and then... they didn't talk for a long while. So Ian started dating again; and then he met Sophie.
It was a warm afternoon, and Derek stood in the street outside Ian's house, looking at Ian and his new girlfriend sitting in his living-room having tea. Girlfriend! Derek leaned back against the rough brick wall of the house behind him. Bloody hell, how did he fight that? He was sure Ian would be lonely and change him mind. He didn't think he would get a new girlfriend so fast.
Why did Ian insist on changing everything? They'd been happy the way they were, hadn't they? They lived quietly, enjoying their free time, and they had plenty of it! Why would any man give that up for... a family? Ian had tried to tell Derek marriage could be good for him. That Derek needed some stability in his life.
He was fuming, walking down the street from Ian's house, and turned into a small public park. Derek sat down on one of the benches, and then turned and lay down on it. He rested one booted foot on the bench and raised his arm across his forehead, blotting out the sun while he stared at the clouds. His inner turmoil made a mockery of the relaxed pose. He thought again of Ian's reasons. Was Ian so very unhappy then? Perhaps their life had no highs or lows, so what? And if Derek had no thought of the future, again, so what? Any future was uncertain. It was best to live for the present and let the future take care of itself.
He liked his life this way. People left him alone and he left them alone. He had time for his books, and racing. Perhaps one day he'd even buy his own car. Yes, that's what he'd do some day.
Family, family, family. Ian was always going on about wanting a family. Derek didn't understand it. He'd been an only child, as had his parents. His mother died when he was young and he and his father hadn't been particularly close. When his father died, Derek felt a small measure of regret, but it certainly hadn't devastated him. It wasn't as if Ian's numerous relations had done so well by him. They'd broken off with him over Derek. Derek felt a stab of guilt over it every now and then, but it had been Ian's decision. Derek knew Ian missed his brothers, missed the huge gatherings of the Witherspoon clan that occurred several times a year. He'd grown up with so many relatives he couldn't have a private wank without tripping over one. And now there was just the two of them.
Derek sat up suddenly as a horrific thought occurred to him. Good Lord, how many children did Ian want? Surely not enough so they'd be tripping over them. He moaned and hung his head. What the fuck was Ian doing? Had he lost his mind?
His cellphone rang; it was Ian!
Derek picked up, "Hello?"
"Saw you outside; why didn't you come in?"
"So is it all settled, then? You replaced me?" Derek asked in an uncharacteristically neutral voice.
"Replaced you? Look, Sophie is a lovely girl, and..."
Derek cut him off "Well, have a lovely life, then."
Ian sighed "Derek..." His voice trailed off because he didn't know what to say anymore. He'd said it all and Derek hadn't listened.
"Don't `Derek' me." Derek almost shouted, his composure beginning to crack
Ian barely stopped himself from hanging up; why was Derek making this so hard? Ian had tried everything he could think of to get Derek to talk but Derek refused. He ran away every time, not willing to hear Ian's explanations. Ian had stopped trying. He was desperate and damn frustrated now.
"I want to meet you" he forced himself to be patient yet again, "and I want you to meet Sophie, as well."
"Are you joking? I know how you prefer to keep your lovers close at hand. But she may not be so eager to share you with me."
Then Ian said, in a voice so calm Derek thought he would explode "She said she didn't mind sharing me... with my lover."
Derek got up off the bench, walking quickly, waving his hand wildly as he almost cried into the phone "She's going to take over, it's what women do. Pretty soon you'll be dancing to her tune. Yes, Sophie,'" he simpered. "No, Sophie.' It's enough to make me sick."
He stopped; the light around him grew dim, and his voice almost cracked "Can't you see, Ian? She won't be able to resist you, no one can. You watch, she'll be after you to get rid of me before too soon."
"Derek—"
Once again Ian was cut off. "Don't; don't try to make me like her. She's fucking you, isn't she? What the fuck have I got to feel sorry for her for?"
"I'm well aware—"
"You are completely oblivious!" Derek shouted. "She doesn't know you, she doesn't love *you *like I do!"
"I fail to see—"
"Exactly! You fail to see everything!" then he stopped suddenly; how did he got be in front of Ian's door?
Ian opened the door; he looked at Derek, cheeks flushed, phone grasped in one hand, the other clenched in anger; Ian admired Derek's form. God, he almost forgot how incredibly handsome Derek was. He was extremely tall—no matter where they went he was the tallest man there. He had thick, wavy, dark brown hair and hazel eyes, a beautiful mix of green and gray. His arms were thick with muscle, his shoulders broad, his chest deep. Derek's waist and hips were lean, but his ass cheeks were nicely rounded and firm with muscle. They fit perfectly in Ian's hands. The dark hair on his chest tapered down to a thick nest around his cock. Ian loved to bury his nose there and smell that musky Derek scent that drove him mad. Derek's legs were a mile long, thick with hard muscle and covered in coarse, dark hair. When Ian was riding Derek tight and hard, the hair on his legs rubbed Ian's smoother thighs and sent shivers straight to his cock. Derek was all man and all his.
"God damn you," Derek whispered, putting the phone in his picket. "How can you date her when you look at me like that?"
"Are you actually going to let me speak?" Ian asked teasingly.
"If you've something worthwhile to say," Derek replied, pushing past Ian and going into the living room, his belligerence returning.
Ian shut the door, and smiled. "I love you." Derek snorted and Ian's smile became a lopsided grin. "I have nothing else to say. I can hardly think straight. I am standing here, thinking how incredibly attractive you are, and now I'm hard as a rock and can't think at all."
"Aargh!" Derek growled. "I'm ready for battle and you disarm me again with your fucking charm. That really pisses me off, Ian."
"I know. Come and do something about it." He walked past Derek and sat on the broad sofa; he leaned back on his elbows, his erection straining against the front of his trousers.
Derek started opening his shirt and snarled, "If you think I'm going to come over there and suck that hard cock you're showing off, you can think again."
"All right." Ian was being very agreeable. "If not here, then where?"
Derek was standing in the middle of the room with his shirt open and hanging off his big shoulders, framing the perfection of his chest and stomach. His trousers were riding low on his hips and when Derek put his fists on those hips it pushed them lower so that Ian could just see the beginning of the bush of pubic hair he so loved. Ian felt his cock jerk. He looked up at Derek and raised an eyebrow. "Are you done showing off that body for my benefit? I'm already hard. Are you trying to make me come all by myself over here?"
"Over against the wall, by the door," Derek ordered.
Ian pushed himself up off the bed. "Today your wish is my command, Derek." He sauntered past Derek and over to the wall. He turned and leaned against it, narrowing his eyes. "But next time, it's my turn."
"Oh ho, so you're going to do whatever I want today?" Derek crowed, rubbing his hands together. "I didn't know you knew how to let go of your precious control."
"You've never wanted me to. You love being ridden hard too much." Ian ripped open his pants, pushing them down to free his cock. It was so hard it bounced against his stomach as he settled back against the wall. "Forget what I said. You'll do as I command, and right now I want you to get over here and suck this."
Derek padded over to the wall like a predatory cat. He was so goddamn graceful.
Christ, everything about him excited Ian, even after five years together. Derek placed one forearm on the wall next to Ian's head and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"And what will you do for me, lover, if I suck that cock?" Derek's words were accompanied by a featherlight touch along the length of Ian's erection.
Ian turned his head so that he was looking at Derek, their faces so close together he could have kissed him almost without moving. "Do it right and I'll fuck you with it later."
"You always know the right thing to say," Derek teased, and he moved the fraction of an inch required for their lips to meet.
Ian immediately opened his mouth and devoured Derek. He ate at his lips, sucked his tongue, caressed the inside of his cheeks. His teeth nipped Derek's lower lip and Derek pressed in against him. Ian bent his knee and let Derek ride his thigh, his cock a hot ridge against it. Ian reached around and grabbed Derek's ass, those tight cheeks filling his palms, and ground Derek's cock against his leg. Derek pulled away from the kiss with a shudder.
"Steady there, Captain," Derek said shakily, "you can do permanent damage that way." His breath hissed as Ian squeezed one ass cheek hard and traced the hot valley in the center through his trousers with the fingers of the other hand. God, Derek loved that, the tease of what awaited him later driving him deeper into the well of desire.
"God, you slut," Ian laughed huskily. "You could at least pretend to be hard to get."
"I thought I was," Derek testily replied, his argument undermined by a hard thrust against Ian's thigh and another shudder.
Only here, with Ian, was Derek able to show weakness. It was one of the things Derek loved about being with him. His weakness was a trigger for Ian's passion. Ian craved his surrender, and by surrendering, Derek conquered. He possessed Ian's soul as completely as Ian owned his.
Ian just laughed again. He took his hands off Derek's ass and Derek started to complain until Ian rested his palms on his stomach and caressed his way up to Derek's shoulders. "Take that fucking shirt off."
Ian's voice was low and deep, and when Derek looked at his face, Ian's eyes were hard and hooded by desire. That look had precluded so many bouts of lovemaking and sexual satiation that it alone would have made Derek hard and ready even if Ian weren't touching him like this. Derek gasped as he felt his cock jerk.
"Jesus, are you going to come now?" Ian's voice was amused, with an underlying thread of indulgent satisfaction.
"I might as well," Derek ground out, "since it's your cock that's about to get sucked, not mine."
"Do unto others..." Ian muttered with a sly grin.
"You are going to hell, Ian Witherspoon," Derek chastised him mockingly.
At his words Ian roughly pushed Derek's shirt off his shoulders and helped him tug it off his arms and drop it to the floor. "Heaven first," Ian told him. Derek groaned as Ian leaned in and bit down on a nipple hardened with arousal. Ian pulled back slightly and licked the stinging nub with the flat of his tongue, then he ventured off to the side and began indiscriminately swirling his tongue along the muscles of Derek's chest, his fingers tangled in the hair there, tugging gently. Derek's head fell back and he bit his lip to keep from moaning as he clutched Ian's shoulders. He reveled in Ian's worship of his body. He knew he could make Ian hard and reckless with just a glimpse of his chest or arms. Ian became positively feral when he saw Derek naked.
Ian slowly wrapped his arms around Derek's chest, his fingers caressing Derek's spine as he raised his head and licked along Derek's lips. Derek opened his mouth to let Ian inside and was treated to a deeply tender kiss, soft yet possessive. When Ian pulled back, Derek found his own arms wrapped around Ian's neck, his fingers buried in his baby-soft hair. He clung as Ian slowly pushed him away until he had to let his arms drop.
"Take the rest of your clothes off." The order was issued in a firm voice, one that brooked no disobedience. Derek languidly complied.
It was an especially erotic thrill to be naked in Ian's arms while Ian himself remained almost fully clothed. It made Derek feel a little like a sex slave, and secretly he liked it. Well, not so secretly. He'd told Ian as much once, and it was one of Ian's favorite games now.
When Derek stood proud and naked before him, Ian let his escalating desire show.
He licked his lips and reached down to wrap his fist around his cock and pump it slowly several times, clearly enjoying the view. Derek stood docilely before him, the object of his desire, Ian's to command.
"Masturbate for me. I want to see you come."
Derek's breathing hitched. Christ, Ian had him on fire today. When Ian watched him like this, made Derek perform for him, Derek felt his own power over his lover. He stared at Ian and slowly ran his hands over his chest, stopping to tweak his own nipples hard. He rubbed the palms of his hands over them and savored the sting. Ian watched it all avidly, his breathing unsteady.
"Are you going to come just from watching me?" Derek sounded almost bored, but his labored breathing belied the impression.
Ian smiled wickedly at him as he made a great show of letting go of his cock. "Oh no, darling. I have no intention of denying myself the pleasure of coming in your mouth."
Derek's head fell back and he ran his hands down his stomach until he reached his cock. He fisted it tightly in one hand while the other sought his balls and rolled them together. The pleasure brought his head up and hunched his shoulders.
"You love to play the tease, don't you?" Ian whispered throatily. "You love to show your body to me, to make me want you ferociously when I see how much you enjoy pleasuring yourself."
"Yes." Derek's tone was harsh and defiant as he watched Ian stare in fascination at his finger slowly rubbing over the leaking end of his cock, spreading the pre-cum on the plum-shaped head until it glistened in the sun coming through the window to his left.
At the sight Ian leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and swallowed. When he opened his eyes he laughed weakly.
"If you keep that up, lover, you're not going to get to suck my cock, and I know you want to."
Derek stopped and completely let go of his cock. "Bastard," he whispered. He slowly walked forward until he was so close to Ian he could see the pupils in his eyes dilated with desire. "Permission, Captain, to suck and masturbate at the same time." He smiled wryly. "I'm not going to last either, I'm so fucking close. I want to taste you in my mouth when I come, Ian. I need to taste you." He didn't wait for permission, but fell to his knees in front of Ian, grasping both his own cock and Ian's in his hands. He leaned forward and sucked on the warm, firm head of Ian's cock.
"Yes," Ian hissed, his hands going to either side of Derek's head. One gripped his hair tightly, the other lay tenderly along Derek's cheek. "Yes, make yourself cum while you taste me, Derek. Get us off together."
Derek needed no further encouragement. He slid his lips down Ian's length as far as he could comfortably go, then placed his fist there as a marker. He pulled back and then sucked down to his fist again, making Ian shudder and lay his head back on the wall. It took a moment to find a rhythm that worked for both him and Ian as the hand on his own cock kept time to his mouth on Ian. He sucked deeply on each downward stroke and swirled the flat of his tongue along the underside as he pulled back. Ian squirmed and moaned, especially when Derek's tongue hit the sensitive spot just below the head of his cock. Derek knew how he liked it and he enjoyed doing it.
Ian's breathing grew heavy, each exhalation a growl as Derek felt his cock harden more in his mouth. Derek's climax was hovering just out of reach, almost painful in its reticence. He pumped his fist harder, unconsciously sucking deeper on Ian in counterpoint.
"Christ, Derek, I'm going to come. It's so good. You are so good." Ian's hands were gripping his shoulders, the fingers digging into his muscles, and Ian hunched over him, fucking in and out of his mouth as Derek sucked him. Suddenly Ian's hands were gripping the back of his head, pulling him down hard on his cock until the tip was almost touching the back of his throat. It was nearly too much, and would have been if Derek hadn't taken the precaution of placing his fist so that Ian couldn't choke him. He knew from experience that Ian got carried away when he was coming in Derek's mouth.
He wanted to ram his cock down Derek's throat and tried, not to hurt or intimidate him, but because it felt so good. Derek loved that it felt that good to him. Ian groaned his name and Derek tasted the first wash of his cum on the back of his tongue. He swallowed convulsively around Ian's cock, causing Ian to groan and jerk, more cum spurting into Derek's throat. As he swallowed, Derek felt his own climax burst on him.
As he ejaculated, the pleasure was almost painful and he felt his cock jerk and burn with the heat of his cum. He kept hold of Ian, kept him in his mouth, tasted and rolled him on his tongue as he moaned his own satisfaction.
After he came, Derek unwrapped his fist from around Ian, but kept his softening cock in his mouth and gently sucked on it. Ian gasped and hunched over him again. His hands ran down Derek's shoulders, petting him, caressing his strong upper back tenderly. When Ian was small and soft in his mouth Derek finally set him free.
"Derek," Ian said softly, running his hand through Derek's hair.
Derek looked up at him as he knelt before him, a sexual supplicant. "Don't forget what I can do for you, Ian," he said, his voice unsteady. "Don't for one minute think she can give you this."
Ian blinked slowly several times, tipping his head to the side and then laid his hand on Derek's cheek. "I could sooner forget to breathe than forget how you devastate me, Derek." He said nothing about Sophie, and Derek tried to be satisfied with his answer.