Chapter Nine
chapter nine
DEREK
E xams fucking suck and I’m glad they’re over. I press submit on my last exam and lie back on my bed, smiling at the ceiling. Done. No more exams. No more boring classes. No more school.
Moving my laptop to my nightstand, I kick my legs in joy, squealing with glee. I’m done! Even though I haven’t gotten my grade back yet, I know I did well on the exam. I chuckle, thinking of how far I’ve come, from a shy freshman that didn’t know his ass from his elbow to a senior-almost-graduate that has everything he wants in his life—job offers, a nice apartment, and a man that he’s falling for. How can life get better?
“What are you so happy about?” Bryson says from my doorway, a hand on his hip.
I sit up, look at him, and raise an eyebrow at him when I read his shirt. “Really?” I ask, pointing to it.
He looks down, holding the shirt out as if he needs to read it himself. “What?”
His shirt says :
My favorite things start with the letter C:
1. Coffee
2. Cock
3. Cumshots
“Where did you even get a shirt like that?” I ask with a wry grin.
“Custom made. You like?”
“It’s something,” I joke, climbing out of bed to grab my duffle. When I have it on my bed, I shoot Keith a message, asking if it’s okay if I stay the night. His answer is an immediate yes, and I smile.
Bryson sits on my bed, sitting cross-legged as he stares at me packing my bag. “Where are you going? I miss you.”
I stop folding a shirt and look at him. He looks really sad. Not in the way he does when he wants his way, but like he’s genuinely upset.
Moving the bag to the side, I sit beside him and put my head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been?—”
“I know, you met someone. And that’s fine, of course it is. I want you to be happy after the bullshit with Atlas. But I barely see you anymore. I’m sure you wouldn’t be here if not for your exams.”
He’s right and I feel like shit. He’s one of my best friends. I need to do better. “You’re right, Bryson. How about we do something later this week? It’s not like we have classes anymore.”
Bryson smiles. “Yeah. I’d love that. Dinner and maybe Bangers?”
“Sounds good.” I give him a hug and start getting my bag together.
“Are you going to tell me who it is?” Bryson’s eyes are alight with the need to gossip and I chuckle.
I can trust him, so I nod. “Can you keep a secret? ”
“Ooh!” he croons, sitting on his heels. “That’s juicy. Fuck yes. Tell me.”
“Remember the guy from Bangers?”
Bryson gasps dramatically. “Your dare? Fuck yes, I remember that hot-ass man. If I didn’t have one of my own, I’d fight you for that one.” We both laugh. “Wait, how did you find him again? Did you exchange numbers?”
Blowing out a breath, I shake my head. “This is where the secret part comes in. It’s Evan’s dad.”
“What! No! Really?” Bryson has been just as busy as Evan, so Evan hasn’t introduced them yet. “Wow. That’s… what are you going to do?”
“We’re going to keep it quiet for now, then tell Evan when we think it’s something we want to pursue. But I think it is, so maybe soon, we’ll tell him. I really see a future with him. I just hope it turns out okay.”
Turning serious, Bryson says, “He may be upset about it for a bit, but you both mean a lot to Evan. I think he would rather deal with you two together than deal with neither of you at all. And besides, you’re the best person either of us knows. At least he’ll know his father is with someone he loves and trusts.”
Folding my lips in so I won’t cry, I nod. “Thanks, Bryson. That makes me feel better. I just hope he sees reason, ya know? I would never hurt Keith, and Keith wouldn’t hurt me. We’re good together.”
“I believe you. Is that where you’re going now?”
“Yep. Probably gonna stay the night and be back in the morning. Hey, we can get breakfast tomorrow since we can sleep in.”
“Speak for yourself. I have to actually go into class for an exam in the morning. My professor is a dinosaur and is making us use something called a Scantron. Wish me luck. ”
He skips out of my room after giving me a brief hug and I smile, glad that we have plans to hang out again.
“Want to go to dinner with me this weekend?” Keith asks me the next week while we’re watching a movie. I have my feet in his lap and he’s subconsciously rubbing them, focused on the action movie he picked.
“Huh?” I heard him, of course, but I want to make sure he knows what he’s asking. We haven’t been in public together, so we don’t run into Evan somewhere. We still haven’t discussed when we’d tell him about us, enjoying our little bubble of happiness.
I have no problem waiting for Keith to be ready to tell Evan. He has more at stake than I do. It would be hard to lose his son when he moved here to be closer to him. It would suck for me to lose my best friend, but it would be even worse for father and son to be estranged.
He tears his eyes from the movie and smiles at me. “We’ve been together for almost six weeks and haven’t been on a single date. I think we ought to change that, don’t you?”
I’m nodding before I can stop myself. “What about Evan?”
He shrugs. “He’ll be out of the state to see his mom this weekend. We can either go out of the city or just find something near here. Up to you?”
“There’s a nice restaurant at the edge of town. Want to go there?”
“Wherever you want, baby.”
I purr, sliding over to him. “I love when you call me baby.” I straddle his lap and kiss him, the movie forgotten .
Keith and I have fooled around since the first time we had sex, but I haven’t felt his cock inside me since then. It’s time to change that.
Sliding from his lap, I hold my hand out so I can lead him into the bedroom. Keith eagerly takes it and follows me.
Once in the room, I climb onto the bed with my ass in the air. “You did promise the next time we fucked, you’d take me like this.”
“That I did,” he says in a deep, sex-filled voice. He climbs up behind me and pulls my pants down, but doesn’t remove them completely. “I want you still for me. I’m going to have you hard, Derek. And you’re going to take it.”
“Fuck yes, I will.” I wiggle my ass, wanting him in me now.
Keith gets the lube and condom, placing the supplies beside me as he spanks my ass. “I love your ass.” He bends to place a kiss on both cheeks. “When I’m not desperate for you, I’ll eat your ass until you explode. Until then, you’ll just have to settle for a deep dicking.”
I groan, pressing back against his strong hands as they cup my ass. “Hurry.”
“Don’t move your hands, understand?” I nod, almost impatiently. It takes no time for Keith to get naked and have my hole loose and slick. I spread as much as I can, which isn’t far since my pants and underwear are only pulled down a few inches under my ass cheeks.
Hearing the crinkle of the condom wrapper, I arch more, waving my ass back and forth. Wetness slides down my ass cheeks as Keith adds more lube to my ass and his cock.
The pressure against my hole is immense as Keith pushes inside me, but fuck, does it feel good! I groan, holding still so he can slip the rest of his cock into me. When he bottoms out, Keith doesn’t give me time to get used to him. He pulls out until his cockhead tugs at my rim, then pushes back in quickly.
“Oh, fuck!” I shout, holding the sheets tightly as Keith uses my hole. My cock is still trapped in my pants, and I can’t move my hands to stroke myself off.
Keith growls, gripping my hips hard as he pounds in and out of me. With each slap of his hips against me, a moan bubbles up my throat, escaping to sound almost inhuman. A hand glides around my throat and he squeezes, cranking me up more.
“Fuck, Derek. I could fuck your ass all day. So fucking tight. Made just for me.”
“Yeah,” I grunt, pushing back against him, my cock so hard that I feel like the smallest touch will have me exploding. “Just for you. Only for you.”
It definitely seems that way. I’ve enjoyed sex before, but every time with Keith feels brand new. Like I really was made for him.
He pulls me up, my back to his chest, and he rails me, impaling me on his cock. His low grunts drift through my ear and pleasurable sparks lick all over my body. While he’s punishing my hole, he drops light kisses and nips all over my skin. My cock rubs against my underwear, giving me the friction I need.
“Keith, baby, I’m going to come.”
“Come around my dick, baby. Soak your pants for me.”
On a loud moan, I explode, ropes of come shooting into my pants as I shiver and convulse. My orgasm goes on and on, and Keith’s thrusts are unrelenting against my prostate.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore and I’m too sensitive, Keith holds me tighter and groans, shuddering against me. Deep inside me, his cockhead swells and his dick twitches in my hole.
He continues to hold me as we catch our breath. My pants are a little uncomfortable, but I don’t mind. As long as I’m close to Keith, I can handle the discomfort.
After a few more moments, Keith pulls out of me, but keeps his arms locked around me. “Shower?”
“I don’t think I can move,” I mutter, a sleepy smile drifting across my face.
He places a soft kiss on the back of my neck. “That’s alright. I’ll take care of you.”
True to his word, Keith does.