running to his Jeep. They had nothing planned for the night beyond—finally—taking Jett the things he had left at Derreck’s when they had split. Still, Kirill couldn’t wait.
Derreck chuckled at his over-enthusiasm to be free. “I’ve never seen anyone so excited to move and unpack boxes.”
Kirill shrugged. “What can I say? The thought of spending the night unpacking boxes with Jett and you is better than doing anything at all with anyone else.”
The happiness in Derreck’s expression made his confession worthwhile. All the way to Derreck’s house, Kirill toyed with Derreck’s fingers and dreamed. They had been seeing each other for four months now. Kirill could say without bias that being with Jett and Derreck was fucking amazing. While they occasionally had disagreements, they had gotten pretty good at resolving things through ridiculous methods—like a coin toss and rock, paper, scissors. There were only two points of contention that couldn’t be resolved that way. Jett absolutely refused to go to Derreck’s place, and Kirill was having a much harder time than he expected adjusting to the pair loving each other but not him. Jett and Derreck only knew about one of those issues. Under no circumstances could Kirill confess to being bothered by the pair’s exclusive I love yous. Just the thought made Kirill feel weak. They didn’t have to give him any affection, but they did. Kirill was scared shitless they would never love him too.
At Derreck’s house, Kirill couldn’t stop watching Derreck’s every move. He really was gorgeous. It wasn’t just his looks that Kirill couldn’t resist. Derreck had an inner beauty. Everything he did, taking extra care of everyone, showed how much he valued the people in his life. Derreck didn’t expect a single thing from anyone else. He took care of everything. Derreck cooked, cleaned, always made sure everyone ate and slept. He opened doors and ran errands. No one asked. Derreck simply took care of everything, showing his love through actions. Kirill had never been with anyone like him. His attention sucked Kirill in a little more every day, making him realize he would never be happy with anyone else the way he was in this relationship.
Kirill followed Derreck from room to room as he gathered Jett’s things and ensured he hadn’t forgotten anything. As Derreck made a final sweep of the house, Kirill stalked him. The small two-bedroom house didn’t offer many places for Derreck to escape. The desire to touch Derreck built by the second. He couldn’t take another second of staring at Derreck’s ass. Before Derreck could escape back to the Jeep, Kirill pounced. He leapt in front of Derreck and closed the door.
Laughing amber eyes focused on him. “Nice reflexes. All that extra working out is really showing. But you’re still not quick enough,” Derreck said, snagging Kirill around the waist and lifting his feet from the floor. Kirill wasn’t a small guy. He was average height and weight, but Derreck tossed Kirill over his shoulder like he weighed nothing. His palm collided with Kirill’s ass, making Kirill squirm. He didn’t stop with one blow. Laughter had Kirill’s entire body shaking and no air reached his brain. Before he could think of a way to recover, Derreck tossed Kirill on the couch and covered Kirill’s body with his. Their mouths clashed as they fought to get closer. They always exploded into an inferno when they were alone. Kirill was already so hard, he couldn’t breathe. Then Derreck’s weight shifted until he held Kirill so lovingly that Kirill’s eyes stung. Sometimes, at the most unexpected moments, when he was with Jett and Derreck, Kirill felt overwhelmed and loved. It was nearly crippling. His heart didn’t know how to have them but not really have them. Jett and Derreck were the real couple. They might have opened their relationship to Kirill, but he wasn’t a part of them. Not really. But moments like these, being held, caressed, and petted, Kirill’s brain felt tricked by the touches. He had never wanted anything like he wanted this.
Derreck’s phone chirped. “That would be Jett. He’s waiting for us,” Derreck whispered against Kirill’s lips, bringing him back to reality. Sometimes, Kirill was torn down the middle. He wanted to confess his love and beg Jett and Derreck to give him the same. Other times, he recognized how lucky he was to have them at all. He was scared to lose them by making demands. After all, having some of them was better than nothing. Wasn’t it? Kirill