KIERAN
“What are you thinking about?” asked Hassan. “In fact, don’t answer that if it’s got anything to do with Project Daddy.”
Hassan rolled his eyes. “Sometimes I worry that you’re nearly thirty.”
“So do I.”
“What are you doing today?”
“What I’ve done every day for the last two weeks. Looking for a job.”
“What happened with that one in Croydon I sent you?”
“It’s in Croydon!”
“I told you to take some time off, given everything. You don’t need to rush into something else, do you? I can cover things if you need help.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m good for a while, so no need for that.”
Kieran would not borrow money from his friend.
He’d seen his mum get into debt and lose friends and family from how bad she was with money.
That was until Derek had come along and things had been more settled.
Maybe that’s why Kieran felt calmer when he was with Derek.
He found his head catastrophised less around him, especially now they’d properly put the past to rest.
“You could just take the offer from Grant,” said Hassan.
“No. I’ve already made myself clear on that.”
Derek had told him that Grant had offered to compensate him, but he didn’t want his money.
It would make him feel indebted to Grant.
After some back and forth with Derek, he’d agreed to just get his notice pay, as he was entitled to that as an employee anyway.
He was on two months’ notice, so it wasn’t like it would be a lot, but it would help, and Kieran didn’t feel any obligation in taking that.
“Okay, let’s drop that subject, then,” said Hassan. “What time’s your dinner with Daddy?”
Kieran glared at him. “Says the one who’s the actual daddy.”
“What?” Hassan frowned.
“Nothing. Just . . . just a figure of speech.”
He went to walk away, and Hassan grabbed him.
“Why did you say that?”
“Just something someone said.”
“Who? Derek?”
“He just said you gave off daddy vibes. That’s all. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Hmmm.”
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing. So, where are you going tonight?”
“Some restaurant in Highgate.”
“Ah. Makes sense.”
“What does?”
“Quick for him to get you home and on your back.”
“Chance would be a fine thing,” Kieran mumbled.
“What was that?”
“Nothing . . . you’re probably right.”
“Is everything okay, Kieran?”
“Yeah . . . can I ask you something, and you won’t take the piss?”
“No promises, but I’ll try.”
Kieran laughed. At least his bestie was always honest. Hassan hadn’t been surprised at Kieran sleeping with Derek. Given how he’d supported Kieran in those first two weeks, Hassan had warmed to Derek, but he suspected his bestie had “had a word” with Derek about not hurting Kieran.
“Derek won’t fuck me.”
“But I thought . . .”
“Everything but.”
“Ah, well, that makes sense.”
“No, it doesn’t. He says he’s a dom, yet it’s all been vanilla, and . . . I can’t think of the word.”
“Boring?”
“Absolutely not. The one thing that man isn’t is boring. He’s only interested in my pleasure. It just feels weird.”
“What? Feeling cherished, rather than used?”
“Jesus, Hassan. Make me sound like a freak, why don’t you.”
“No, Kieran. You’ve put up with a lot of shit in your life. Now you’ve got someone who sees all of you.”
“You say that like it’s a good thing.”
“Come here,” said Hassan, opening his arms.
Kieran happily accepted the hug from his bestie.
“You deserve to be happy, Kieran.”
He wasn’t sure he could reply to that without choking up, so he just leaned more into the hug. Hassan had always made him feel safe, like the big brother he’d never had. Could Derek be a safe space for him as well?
“How was your day?” asked Derek as they took their seats.
It was a Turkish restaurant, which had that opulent feel with patterned tiles, gold accents, and ambient lighting. The tables were well spaced out, and they were at a four-seater.
Derek had a long-sleeved shirt on, which he often did when they had dinner out.
It completely changed his look. Given he usually wore polo shirts and jeans, he looked like the dom he was – or was supposed to be.
Kieran had yet to see all the evidence. In shirt and trousers, he looked like a respectable businessman.
“Not much. Did some sketching and looked for jobs. There’s not much about.”
Derek sighed.
“Don’t bring that up again. I’ve made my decision on the compensation, and my notice pay will just get paid into my account. I don’t have to speak to the man again.”
“I’m sorry, let’s talk about something else,” said Derek, taking hold of Kieran’s hand.
Kieran looked around to see if anyone was watching them.
“What’s wrong, Kieran?”
“Aren’t you worried someone might see us?”
“I’m holding your hand, Kieran, not fucking you over the table.”
He flushed and then felt his dick hardening at the thought of it. Did he have a voyeur kink, or was it just the thought of Derek fucking him?
“What’s going on in that smart brain of yours?” asked Derek.
“Nothing. I was just thinking.”
“What about?”
“You fucking me over the table!” he smirked.
Derek’s eyes darkened.
“Should I have something light for dinner?”
Derek visibly swallowed. Kieran leaned forward.
“I think it’s time for me to give you pleasure.”
“Kieran,” he sighed, as if his restraint was crumbling.
“You asked me what I was doing this afternoon? I wasn’t just sketching.”
“What were you doing?” asked Derek, his voice dropping an octave.
“I was getting myself ready for you.”
Within seconds, Derek was apologising to the server, and Kieran was being dragged down the road. Thank fuck for that!
“Are you sure you’re ready, Kieran?”
“Why would I have cleaned out if I wasn’t ready?”
“Don’t be a brat. Did you look at my test results?”
Kieran nodded. He couldn’t believe Derek wanted to take him bare.
He was already on PrEP and Kieran was undetectable, but the only other guys Kieran had gone bareback with were other positive guys.
It was rare for him to see someone more than once, so he was always safe, and never brought it up unless they asked outright.
“Take off your clothes and bend over the bed. Knees on the pillow,” he said, throwing said pillow on the floor.
“I thought we weren’t doing a scene?”
“Oh, sweet boy. This isn’t a scene, but you’ll still do as you’re told. You’d know if it was a scene.”
The tone in Derek’s voice almost made him cum in his pants, and Kieran couldn’t get his clothes off quickly enough. Derek was watching him closely. The intensity never left his eyes.
“What about you?” he asked.
Derek’s cock was a thing of beauty. Yes, he’d had bigger, but Derek was definitely in his top five on size.
It was also the best-looking cock he’d ever seen.
Some were too veiny, or the head looked like it’d been squeezed too hard.
This one had the perfect foreskin length, so it slid back with ease, showing a glistening pink head.
The skin was smooth, and the veins were perfect.
His mouth filled with saliva just thinking about it.
Now, he was going to see just what the man could do to his arse with that gorgeous dick.
“Kneel,” he said, not answering Kieran’s question.
He took his position. The pillow was soft on his knees.
One thing that put Derek above every other guy he’d been with was his thoughtfulness.
Any thoughts of anything flew out of his mind the moment Derek’s thick tongue licked against his hole.
He pulled Kieran’s cheeks apart and stuck his tongue in further, swapping between opening him up and licking across his pucker.
It felt like he was being both tasted and savoured at the same time.
He couldn’t help but moan with pleasure.
Derek had said it was his favourite meal, and he wasn’t kidding.
In the last two weeks, Kieran had been rimmed more than he had in his entire life.
He’d usually be lucky if guys even prepped him.
It was something he was expected to do himself, and usually before he got there, because they wanted him bent over the minute he walked in the door.
Was this what he should have been experiencing the whole time?
It was overwhelming, and not something he should think about now.
All the crap in his head could do one for tonight.
That was easier when the first of Derek’s thick, spit-slicked fingers slid inside him and rubbed against his prostate.
Kieran jolted with pleasure. The man knew what to do with his fingers, but this was the furthest they’d gone before.
Kieran knew he was going to be ruined for other men when Derek got bored with him, but hopefully that wouldn’t be for a long time.
He’d have to make sure he performed well tonight, so Derek would want to do it again.
He squealed when Derek slapped him on one of his arse cheeks.
“You’re thinking too loud,” he said, chuckling against Kieran’s hole. “Get on the bed, on your back.”
Kieran obeyed, although he felt apprehensive.
He didn’t have a great poker face at the best of times, but with Derek he couldn’t hide anything.
Being on his back was intimate, but this was Derek, so he felt safe.
The man slipped his tongue into Kieran’s mouth, and all intrusive thoughts were gone.
Derek was the best kisser he’d ever had, though kissing wasn’t something that happened a lot for Kieran, but when it did, it wasn’t usually tender like this.
He moaned as two lubed-up fingers pushed inside him.
“When did you get the lube?”
“I’m always prepared.”
Kieran laughed. That was something else that was different. The sex felt fun, rather than performative, but given this wasn’t a scene, maybe that was why it felt different.
“How are you feeling?” asked Derek, those eyes boring into him.
“I’ll feel better when you get your dick inside me.”
Derek raised an eyebrow, causing Kieran to laugh. Derek used that to push three fingers inside Kieran.
“Oh, fuck . . . how thick are your fingers?”