and enthusiasm. Finally Sam broke away.
“Let’s put the dishes outside the door so they don’t disturb us again tonight?”
“Heck, yes.”
Giggling at their haste, they loaded the empty plates onto the tray and shoved it outside the door for collection, putting the “Do Not Disturb” sign firmly on the outer handle. Then they raced for the bedroom, Sam overtaking Derek, sweeping him up as they went, and throwing him onto the large bed.
Derek yelled and flickered out of sight, but Sam ignored him and dove onto the bed. “If I can’t see you, I’ll just have to lick you all over.”
Together they tussled, trying to rid themselves and each other of their clothes, and ending up getting in each other’s way. Sam growled, picked up a shirtless Derek, and flipped him face down.
“Hey,” Derek protested.
“Stop,” was Sam’s command. “This isn’t working. I need to take your clothes off but you keep distracting me. Lie there. Don’t move!”
Laughing, Derek wriggled his butt which received a slap for its impertinence. “I’ll teach you,” Sam warned with a grunt, and then Sam was attacking Derek’s clothes, pulling down his pants and discarding them carelessly on the floor. And with only a rumble in his chest to show his appreciation for the vision of Derek naked, Sam lunged for him and buried his face in the crack between Derek’s ass cheeks.
“Sam!” Derek cried out, half excited, half fearful. Sam hadn’t actually done that to him before, and he was unsure. Sam’s arm snuck under his hipbones, lifting him and allowing Sam’s wicked lips and tongue access. “Oh, Sam.” This time it was a sigh of pleasure. Derek hid his face in the pillow, trying to muffle his yells and the groans that poured forth from his mouth without conscious thought. He found himself pushing back into Sam’s strength, pleading for more. More and something he couldn’t quite articulate. Sam’s hands weren’t idle and roamed his body, pinching at his nipples and tugging gently on his cock. Derek’s body shook with the hedonism of the moment.
Finally Sam pulled back, but before Derek could catch a breath, Sam was pushing at his hole, pressing his finger inside Derek’s body and invading in a way that Derek longed for. Derek spread his legs wider, trying to capture the pleasure and desperately pleading for more.
“More?” Sam grumbled, his voice thick with his own desire. “More like two fingers? More like my thumb inside you? More like my cock?”
“Yes,” Derek almost screamed. “Yes. More!”
Then Sam was turning him over on the bed so he could flatten Derek to the mattress and take his mouth in a passionate kiss. Derek clutched at him, rubbing himself against that wide chest that he loved and running his hands up and down Sam’s back. When he encountered Sam’s waistband, he realized that Sam still had clothes on. That wasn’t acceptable.
He pushed at Sam’s massive shoulders, but Sam didn’t want to give up kissing Derek’s neck. “Stop,” he pleaded. “Stop. I want to—”
Eventually his pleas got through to Sam. “What, baby?” he asked breathlessly.
Derek pushed again, and this time Sam rolled to his back, giving Derek the opportunity to finally take a deep breath, but also room to move.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked desperately with a frown. “I didn’t hurt you?”
“Of course not. It’s just that you’ve had all the fun time, and I want to play, too.”
To illustrate his point, his fingers went to the waistband of Sam’s jeans and began undoing the button and fly. Sam relaxed back on the pillows and put his arms behind his head. “Oh, yeah? Are you suggesting you didn’t have any fun at all when I was licking your ass?”
He cooperatively lifted his hips and allowed Derek to remove his jeans and underwear, a half smile playing around his lips as Derek stuttered and tried to explain. “Yes. Of course I had fun. Although, maybe not fun. I’m not sure if you would call that fun. But I definitely want to do it again. Just not now. Just—”
Sam put his hand on Derek’s thigh to stop the flow of words. “It’s just that you want to worship my cock, is that right?”
Derek’s attention was diverted to the said appendage, proudly jutting upwards. Involuntarily he reached out for it and noticed he was shimmering. He frowned, angry at himself, then he flicked his eyes to Sam. “You’re cocky, you know that?”
“Yup.” Sam grasped his erection with finger and thumb and waggled it around. “Are you saying you don’t