and cried out in wordless exclamations. Derek continued to kiss every part of Sam’s face and neck he could reach.
“You’re so wonderful,” Sam told him. “I want to suck your dick.”
“I want to suck you, too,” Derek told him. He felt Sam’s cock under his ass and he didn’t know what he wanted to do the most—grind down on that hardness and erase the itch, or press up into Sam’s touch to relieve the ache. “I want to touch you. I want you, Sam. Oh, Sam. Help me.”
Sam kissed him deeply. “I’d love you to suck me, Derek. Oh, God. I dreamed about that all last night. It nearly drove me insane. Your mouth.” He stopped to ravish Derek’s mouth again. “Oh, baby, your mouth.”
“Yes,” Derek cried.
Sam squeezed Derek’s cock again. “I suppose you’ve never sucked someone before, either, huh?”
“No,” Derek replied softly and pulled back to look into the dear face of the man he was falling for. “No, but I’d like to try. Can I try? Please?”
They paused, both of them panting slightly. Derek could feel the flush on his cheeks and the puffiness of his lips where they had been kissing for so long. But he was visible. It was something he was remarkably proud of. He was kissing this man he’d saved. And that man was kissing him, aroused by him, wanted to be with him. He’d never felt so visible before.
“How about we move things to the couch?” Sam suggested.
Taking his courage in his hands, Derek counter-proposed. “How about the bedroom?”
Sam groaned and gathered Derek’s body to him, burying his head in Derek’s shoulder. “No. Not the bedroom. Not tonight. And my self-control is weak around you. Don’t tempt me that much. Let’s just start with the couch.”
Pride ballooned inside Derek’s chest. Derek made Sam’s self-control weak? That was pretty sensational. Yes, he wanted Sam, but he knew that maybe it was better to do one step at a time. “Okay. The couch.”
He thought Sam would immediately rise, eager to move on, but he didn’t. He jacked Derek’s cock more and sucked at Derek’s collarbone. Derek arched, enjoying the experience, but he really, really wanted to feel Sam’s cock in his hand. Touch it with his fingers. Taste it with his tongue.
“Sam?” he asked urgently. “The couch?”
“Give me a minute,” Sam breathed. “I’m enjoying myself here.”
Derek decided that he would do anything Sam wanted, and relaxed, pushing up into Sam’s touch. Sam moved his other hand, sliding it into the rear of Derek’s trousers so he could cup the round flesh there.
“Yes,” Derek mumbled, lost in the sensation.
“You like this, too?” Sam asked, squeezing Derek’s ass. “What about this?”
Derek froze into stillness, shocked and amazed at the feeling of Sam’s fingers moving down his crack. Sam rubbed slightly.
“Derek? Is this okay?”
Derek closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Sam’s shoulder. “Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“Sam, I want you to continue that more than anything in this world, but heck, I don’t think I will ever forgive myself if I come before I’ve even put your dick in my mouth. I want your dick in my mouth. I want you. I don’t know how to say it. Please.”
“Yeah. Okay,” Sam said soothingly. “I understand.”
Slowly, with obvious reluctance, he pulled his hand free and released Derek’s cock. He gave Derek a few moments to breathe and get his bearings before he helped him to stand. Derek gripped the table and puffed. He felt oddly bereft and somehow Sam knew. A supporting hand warmed his back as Sam stood beside him. Of course, then that warming hand slid down and cupped his ass, grasping one globe and then the other.
“The couch?” Sam prompted, and Derek nodded. He led the way and halted in front of his comfy couch that had never been used for anything other than sitting and occasionally sleeping. He could visualize what he wanted—Sam sitting and Derek kneeling between his legs.
The vision morphed, and in his mind’s eye, Derek turned and lowered himself onto Sam’s cock, fucking himself on that dick for all he was worth. He wanted that. He wanted it more than anything, but he needed to take these first steps.
He turned and found Sam directly behind him. Sam was so much taller than he was that he was staring directly at the black material covering Sam’s chest. Derek glanced down. He hadn’t noticed before, but Sam was wearing sweatpants. At least Sam had come prepared with an easy elastic waistband, he grinned to himself, but