by EM Lynley
And even when Stella visited, the three of them got along so well that Race was included in just about all of their plans. It had all worked out so perfectly. Race had been fine with the idea of sharing Derrick with Stella, but he couldn’t stand the thought of sharing him with another man. This new information wasn’t an end to their close friendship. Could it be, instead, an opportunity to be closer? Race’s mind spun with possibilities he’d never even considered before. Until now, he hadn’t thought of Derrick as anything more than a friend, because he’d had this preconceived notion of straight-Derrick spending the rest of his life with Stella and Race being a part of their lives. But now all the rules had changed, and Race could consider other alternatives.
He hadn’t realized he’d been sitting there, silent, for several minutes until Derrick’s voice penetrated the cacophony in his head.
“Race? You okay?” Derrick had a worried look on his face, his brow furrowed, lips pursed. “What are you thinking? Are you really okay with this? I would hate for this to ruin things between us.”
“Yeah, I’m fine, stop worrying.” Race laughed and Derrick joined in, with his usual shining smile, which had been hidden so far today. “I’m thinking you haven’t finished putting that goop on me yet.”
Derrick looked at him, as if he’d just noticed that Race was sitting there on the bed with him, wearing only his boxer-briefs.
“You still want me to do this?” Derrick seemed suddenly awkward with the intimacy of the situation.
“Yes, of course I do.”
“I thought since,” Derrick absently waved a hand, indicating himself, “you might not want me to, you know, touch you.”
“Well, I’d rather have you touch me than Eliza, any day of the week.” That was true, and it made Race think as he lay down and rolled onto his stomach. “I mean, if you want to.”
“Yeah, I want to.” Embarrassment flashed across Derrick’s features, and then he laughed. “Oh, that didn’t sound too good did it?”
“No, it didn’t. I might totally misinterpret that.” Race joined in Derrick’s laughter.
Race had always considered himself straight. Sure, he might have had a couple of minor experiences with other guys along the way, but just about everyone had from what he could tell. The idea that slowly formed in his head—of doing something major, with Derrick—took him by surprise at first. But the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like the right thing, the natural progression of their friendship.
In fact, now that he entertained the thought, a lot of what he’d been feeling lately finally clicked into place. The way he’d thought about Derrick in so many inappropriate situations, and how often he’d become aroused at physical contact with him. Race’s inexplicable and increasing feelings of jealousy toward Stella should have made him realize what had been happening long before now. Somehow along the way, Race had fallen in love with Derrick and only now realized the depth and significance of their connection.
Unaware of what Race was thinking, Derrick went back to the task of applying the soothing gel to Race’s inflamed skin just as gently and tenderly as he had done before. This time, Race let himself enjoy the feel of Derrick’s hands on his skin, considering what it might be like if Derrick were touching him in a different way. He thought about the way his body had reacted to Derrick’s touch earlier that day in the trailer, and he realized that it wasn’t such a stretch to discover that he wanted Derrick to touch him in a whole new way.
“Rick?”
“What?”
“Well, since we’re being all honest about things tonight….”
“Yeah?”
“I wanted to tell you that feels really good. Really, really good.” Hey, might as well test the waters here, Race thought.
“Oh! I can stop.” Derrick pulled his hands off of Race.
“I meant it more like… I liked it and don’t want you to stop.” Race wished he could see Derrick’s face now, to get some idea of his reaction. Race was even a bit surprised at himself that he’d said anything. A terrible thought crossed his mind. What if Derrick wasn’t actually attracted to him? What if Race’s feelings weren’t mutual? That would be way more awkward than if he were. But Derrick put his hand back on Race, continuing to smooth the gel on Race’s back, and then moved down to work on the welts on Race’s thighs. The soft, intimate touch had the same effect on him now as it had earlier, in Derrick’s trailer. Race could feel himself getting aroused again, but this time he didn’t try to fight it.
“I guess I need to do your ass now,” Derrick said.
“Okay.”
“Well, you need to pull your shorts down.”
“You can do it.”
“Race, stop fucking with me; it’s not funny.”
“It wasn’t meant to be funny. I want you to do it,” Race said.
Derrick made a noise that indicated he was annoyed, but he tucked his fingers into the waistband of Race’s boxer-briefs anyway.
Race could feel Derrick’s hands shake slightly as he slowly slid them down Race’s hips. “See? That wasn’t so difficult. It can’t be the first time you’ve pulled a guy’s shorts down.”
“It’s the first time I’ve pulled your shorts down.” Derrick daubed gel on quickly and pulled the boxer-briefs back up Race’s hips. And maybe not the last, Race mused as he rolled over onto his back, not even attempting to hide his growing erection. Derrick was looking at his face and didn’t notice.
“Thank you,” Race said, and he meant it.
“You know, I’m just gonna leave the—” Derrick started to say, nervously stopping as he saw the obvious outline of Race’s cock through the thin cotton. “Race, I told you not to fucking tease me.”
“I’m not teasing,” Race noticed the tell-tale bulge growing in Derrick’s jeans. “I told you I liked it when you touched me, and I meant it. I want you to… touch me some more.” Race’s voice went up slightly, turning his statement into a request.
“Look, I shared something really important with you tonight. Please don’t turn it into a game.”
“I’m not joking, and I’m sorry if you think I am. I’m serious.”
“But we’re friends! You’re my best friend. If I… if we….” He glanced away from Race and turned his eyes toward the ceiling for a moment. “I don’t want to lose that. I can’t lose that. You know you’re the most important person to me, outside of my family.”
“You’ve never thought it could be more than friendship?” Race had no idea where this was coming from, but it felt like the right thing to say just then… to suggest. It seemed like the most important thing in the world.
“You’re straight. It never seemed like a possibility, so I didn’t want to even consider it and be disappointed.”
“Well, you were wrong about me. I guess you weren’t the only one hiding a secret.” Race’s mouth seemed to have disconnected from his brain. He had no idea what he was saying. All he knew was he definitely wanted more from Derrick than friendship, and he wanted it now.
“So, what… you’re saying you’re bi? That you’ve been with guys before?” The surprise in Derrick’s voice was obvious.
“Yes,” Race lied. He’d never seriously thought about sleeping with another man before. But this was Derrick, not just any man. And that made it entirely different. He knew, though, that if he told Derrick the truth, there was every chance that he would leave. Race wasn’t sure Derrick couldn’t believe he really wanted more than friendship. Rick would think he was just caught up in the moment or reacting to the debacle with Eliza. Derrick wouldn’t want to do anything that would destroy their friendship. But now, it felt to Race like there was only one way to save it. “Please, Rick? I want you so badly—to be much more than just friends.”
Derrick looked down into Race’s eyes for a moment and must have believed his sincerity. Race knew just saying it wouldn’t convince Derrick. But Race’s eyes and body did. Very slowly Derrick leaned down and brushed his lips against Race’s. Their
gentle softness blazed across the millions of sensitive nerve endings in Race’s own lips and nearly made him gasp out loud at the pleasure of that simple touch.
Derrick pulled back slightly. “You’re sure about this?”
Race nodded, eyes fixed on Derrick’s, and absently licked his lower lip at the thought of what would happen next. He was never more sure of anything before—or more frightened that he might have gone about this all the wrong way.
“Do that again,” Derrick whispered.
“Do what?”
“Lick your lower lip.”
Race did, loving the way Derrick watched hungrily as the tip of Race’s tongue swept slowly across his full lower lip, mouth falling open. Derrick pulled Race close, wrapping his arms around him. Then he leaned down and gently swiped his tongue across Race’s lip, following the path Race’s own tongue had taken, only even more slowly.
At that, Race’s cock twitched, which Derrick clearly took as encouragement.
Race didn’t know what to say or do. Derrick’s body against his felt so good; he wanted to respond to Derrick’s tongue but was afraid. Not of kissing or touching or even fucking Derrick. What Race feared was that Derrick might stop and let go of him, and their friendship would never recover, because that would be the worst thing in the world.
Instead Derrick focused his attention on Race’s mouth, this time licking a trail across each lip in turn.
“Mmmm, I always thought about how gorgeous your mouth is, and your lips taste as good as they look.”
Race had never wanted a kiss so much in his entire life. He let Derrick set the pace, not wanting to seem too aggressive or too needy. Finally, Derrick pressed his lips to Race’s for a soft kiss, and a slight brush of tongue against Race’s lip, before taking the lower lip into his mouth and sucking at it. Race thought he would explode at how incredible that felt. Race let Derrick lick and suck at his lips, feasting on them with such intensity it was as if he’d finally been allowed to do something he’d wanted to do for a very long time.
It felt the same way to Race; it all felt so natural, so right to be with Derrick that he marveled at how he hadn’t figured it out or acted upon his urges sooner.
“Oh, Race. Love your mouth. Thought about it, about this,” Derrick murmured against Race’s mouth as they kissed, and it sent a thrill all the way to Race’s toes and all of his more erogenous spots. Derrick had thought about it! Race’s cock was so hard, he thought he would die, and Derrick hadn’t even gotten his tongue into Race’s mouth yet. This first encounter wasn’t going to last long, he thought. Then Derrick’s tongue gently parted his lips, entering and exploring his mouth. Race’s tongue met it, and they spent delicious minutes discovering each other in a whole new way. Derrick was an amazingly talented kisser, but it was the sounds he was making that pleased Race even more than the sensations taking over his mouth and body. Knowing that Derrick wanted this, was enjoying it, enjoying Race, was more than enough.
Derrick’s mouth and hands trailed down Race’s throat and neck, along his shoulders, carefully avoiding the areas Eliza had damaged. While they kissed Derrick had removed his own clothes, and Race had hardly noticed. Feeling Derrick’s naked body on top of him, huge erection digging into his hip, Race definitely took notice. He let his hands play along Derrick’s smooth muscular arms and shoulders and back, tracing each muscle as if to memorize its contours. When Derrick’s mouth reached for one of Race’s painfully sore nipples, it caused him to inhale suddenly, reminding Derrick to be careful. Derrick rolled off of Race and reached for the tube of gel, soothing and stroking each nipple gently until he had Race moaning and arching up into his hand. Derrick softly kissed each mark and welt his mouth discovered, healing Race with tenderness, as he moved slowly down his body. Race fisted his hands in Derrick’s shaggy mop of hair, feeling how silky soft it was. He’d never realized that. So many things he’d never realized about his best friend until today. But now he’d have the chance to discover everything about him.
When Derrick’s lips touched his cock, the whimper that escaped Race’s mouth startled even him, and he hoped it wasn’t as loud as it sounded. The feel of Derrick’s tongue licking down the length and then back up, swirling around the head and gently poking into the slit, was unlike anything Race had felt before. He’d had plenty of blow jobs in his life, some of them amazing, but this time it was Derrick’s mouth doing these things to him, and that was still a bit overwhelming. Race nearly came but he wanted this to go on forever, never wanted Derrick to take his mouth off of him. Race had no idea how much hotter it was watching Derrick as he continued licking and sucking, and his hands explored more of Race’s body. He felt soft fingers caressing his balls, slowly moving farther back, ghosting around his hole before gently touching him. Race let out a moan, surprised at how wonderful it felt and how desperate he was for more.
“Mmmm, Rick… want you inside me,” Race said softly. He was pretty sure he meant it too. At first he’d said it to avoid Derrick figuring out that Race didn’t know how to fuck a guy. But the more Derrick touched him, and the more aroused Race got, he meant it one hundred percent. He couldn’t think of anyone else he’d want for his first time—or at all, really. Race was pretty sure he wouldn’t be doing this with anyone else but Derrick, ever.
Derrick lifted his head off of Race’s cock.
“Race, the lube? And a condom?”
Huh? Race almost said out loud before he remembered he should have all that stuff. He reached over to the drawer of the night table, pulled out what Derrick needed, and handed it to him. Derrick squeezed some lube into one hand and bent back down, resuming where he’d left off with Race’s cock. Race just lay there, letting Derrick touch him in amazing ways and trying not to make too much noise.
A fingertip slipped its way down to whisper around his entrance again then smoothly circle it a few times, and he sighed gently at the touch. Derrick was still sucking and licking at his cock, and Race focused his attention there until the fingertip poked its way inside. He didn’t mean to flinch, but he couldn’t help it. The finger slid out again, and then in just a tiny bit. That wasn’t so bad, he thought. Race had partners who had pushed a fingertip in before, and he’d enjoyed it, but this was entirely different. Derrick’s finger went a little farther in, a little more. Fuck, Derrick has long fingers. The finger just kept going very slowly, and Race relaxed which made it hurt only a little bit. The finger pulled out and then went back in.
Ooh, that’s starting to feel okay—more than okay—now. Race let out a little moan. There was some more sliding and some twisting and wiggling, and he could feel himself being stretched open very slowly and gently. There was only some slight discomfort but no actual pain. And every so often, Derrick would glance up and let his gaze meet Race’s, and Race could see how much Derrick was enjoying this, and he spread himself open even more. He trusted Derrick completely.
So far so good, he thought, until a second finger tried to join the first one. Race tensed up again, and Derrick stopped moving his hand until Race relaxed. Then he began again the sliding and twisting and wiggling. Race could feel the fingers moving around inside him. And then—holy fuck!—Derrick brushed up against Race’s prostate, and he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. It felt so fucking good. Derrick was still stretching him open, but Race wanted him to hit that spot again and started moving his hips around, trying to make that happen, groaning in frustration.
“Ah, getting impatient now?” Derrick chuckled and glanced up with a smile at Race, who could only nod. He was no longer in control of his body, and it moved of its own accord, chasing the pleasure Derrick’s fingers offered.
Derrick again touched his lips to Race’s cock, swiping his tongue along the length and finally took it into his mouth, tonguing the head as he continued to work his fingers inside. Race had never felt anything like it in his entire life, and he grunted something to that effect because words were beyond his capabilities.
Then a third finger slipp
ed in. Race tried moving around some more and—yes! The fingers hit the magical spot again and… again. Then Race shuddered uncontrollably, coming suddenly and shooting into Derrick’s mouth, surprising both of them. Derrick didn’t manage to swallow everything; some dribbled down his chin as he smiled up at Race, those familiar dimples winking.
Race stared in awe at the sight of his come on Derrick’s lips and chin. When Derrick wiped it off with a finger and then licked the finger clean—watching that would have made Race come if he hadn’t just done so. It was just so fucking hot.
“You have no idea how many times I thought about doing that too.” Derrick smiled up at Race who was still speechless, a combination of what was arguably the best blow job of his life and that fact that his best friend had just swallowed his load. How much better could it be next time? “All those breaks we had between scenes? We could have been in one trailer or another doing this.” Derrick gave Race a wicked grin and a chuckle, and then pushed his fingers back inside of Race’s welcoming body. “You’re so tight. Been a while, huh?” Derrick asked.
“Yeah, long time.” Like never.
“We can slow down, not do this yet.” Derrick slipped his fingers out, and Race couldn’t believe how much he wanted them back inside.
“I want to.” It was more a groan than words and Derrick smiled, understanding Race’s meaning clearly.
“I’ll go slow then, take good care of you.” Derrick’s voice was full of reassurance. “We can stop any time you want to. Just let me know.” He gently inserted those deliciously long fingers back inside, working them around some more, and then pulled them out and put more lube on before reinserting them and stretching some more. Race had never felt anything like this before and he was surprised at how much he enjoyed it. He closed his eyes and let the new sensations overwhelm his body, not even bothering to suppress his moans. He’d never expected it would feel so incredible and he wanted more. He hadn’t been sure just how far he was prepared to go, but the way Derrick made him feel combined with the obvious tenderness in the way he touched Race convinced him that he wanted this now.
