21 comments/ 50734 views/ 133 favorites Love Unexpected Ch. 01 By: RomancebyFaye If you are under 18 years of age, this is not for you. If you are offended by male/male relationships, then do not read this work. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All right reserved. This is my first submission to Literotica, I hope you enjoy. To K, your reactions helped encourage me to keep at it! To my editor, Colandra, thank you for all your help and encouragement! Paul Wheeler was sitting outside of his campus dorm in the grass. He kicked off his sandals and sighed at the feeling of its coolness between his toes. He had taken to doing this almost every night now that the weather had lost the chill of winter. It seemed to calm him before heading to bed. College life was a lot different than he had expected. It was much less...eventful. He supposed he had expected a lot more action, but between rugby practice and classes, he really didn't have a lot of time or energy for much else. He had received a substantial rugby scholarship, so he wasn't about to blow his chances with heavy partying, drinking and whoring around. Most of his other teammates didn't seem to have the same feelings about that as he did though. He hated seeing the endless streams of girls leaving the rooms on his floor. No one seemed to care that the girls weren't allowed in the dorm, much less inside the rooms. He shook his head at the risks all these morons were taking with their education. Paul knew he was lucky to be here at all, without his scholarship there would be no other chance for him to get a degree. Besides, he wasn't interested in girls who gave it away for free. He actually wasn't interested in girls at all. He had been "out of the closet" for years. In all honesty, he didn't feel he had really ever been "in." As long as he could remember, he had liked guys. He told the rest of the team he was gay during the first practice, after some of them had been bragging about the chicks they had been sleeping with. Paul had politely declined when they offered to set him up with a "sure thing." When they had pressed him he told them he had no interest in girls, since they had the wrong parts for him. The locker room had fallen silent until his roommate and teammate, John, had nervously chuckled and said, "Dude, are you saying your gay?" Paul smiled and replied simply, "Yeah." John's answering whistle and one lone, "Whoa," were the only sounds before the room slipped into silence. Rugby is a heavy contact sport, being up close and personal with the other people on the team was a given. Paul could practically hear the thoughts of all the guys in the room, so he decided to address them head on instead of letting it build to something even more uncomfortable. He took a deep breath and said, "Nothing personal guys, but if you are worrying about me getting a hard-on or something from you during plays and stuff, you can stop. None of your ugly mugs are gonna do anything for me. Big, hairy, muscle bound, meathead jocks are not even close to my thing." "So, what is your thing? Maybe we can help you out," John had asked, he seemed to be genuinely curious. "Just not you guys," Paul evaded. John had laughed loudly and thumped Paul on the back as the rest of the locker room was filled with hoots of laughter and promises of finding him someone. He feared for a moment that he might have became a personal project of the team. The uncomfortable tension that had filled the room moments before had disappeared, and he received quite a few more pats on the back. He had been a bit shocked at a few of the guys who told him they respected his guts for coming out, and thought that he chose a perfect time instead of lying and then the team finding out later. Despite all the support and practice on the field, during the first shower some of the guys had seemed reluctant to strip in front of him. He had done the only thing he could, strip and get in before anyone else. John, who he had become really good friends with very quickly, broke the awkward silence with a wolf whistle. He immediately followed the whistle with, "I'm glad you aren't interested in any of us, because I really feel sorry for whoever has to take that thing." Paul had laughed half heartedly and almost let slip the fact that "that thing" Paul was referring to had never been used to that effect before. The few guys he had dated, seriously enough to consider having sex with, had been afraid of his size. He was sure that telling the team he was a virgin was not a good idea, unless he wanted to be teased for the rest of his college life. John was the next one in the a shower and after that the rest of the guys followed. Soon the shower was filled with the nonsensical comments and conversations as usual. Paul could feel eyes on him every now and then, checking out his dick. He knew they were just checks to make sure he wasn't getting turned on, so he just pretended he didn't notice. When a few more comments were made about his penis size, he knew that the awkwardness of his being gay was over. Paul had given up on being viewed as normal a long time ago. He drew attention by his size and build alone, not to mention he had enhanced his natural musculature with years of working out. On top of his appearance, he never hid the fact that he was gay. Paul still remembered the first time he came home in the first grade and told his parents about the new kid at school he had a crush on. He had excitedly described the cute curly brown hair and pretty green eyes to his father. His dad had been watching television at the time and had absently asked what the new kid's name was. Paul would never forget the look he had gotten when he had said, "His name is Kevin." Paul's mom and dad had exchanged a long look with each other, and then his father had turned to Paul. From what Paul had heard from most of the other gay guys he met, his father had responded completely opposite from what seemed to be the norm. Paul's dad had looked at him very seriously and said, "Paul, are you saying that the kid you like is a boy?" "Yeah, he's a boy," Paul had answered, confused by the question. Paul then added an enthusiastic, "He's really cute!" His father had stared at Paul's mom for what seemed like several minutes before he had reached out and put a hand on Paul's shoulder. He had looked Paul straight in the face and told him, "Son, if this isn't a one time thing, I want you to know that your mother and I will always love you. But, life can be hard and people can be cruel, you will understand this more as you get older. When that happens, I want you to know as long as you find someone who will love you like we do, we will always support you." His father had then patted him, rather awkwardly, on the arm. Paul hadn't realized until later in his life just how blessed he was to have parents like that. It didn't take as long to realize that his father had been right about the difficulty and cruelty though. The first of these was discovered with his first broken heart. Kevin, of course, had not been gay. That was only the first in a long line of crushes on straight guys. By the time he hit puberty and discovered his love for rugby, he had mostly been accepted as openly gay. Most of his classmates were used to him by then and, at the rate he was growing and putting on muscle, the ones who weren't began to keep their mouths shut. He knew compared to others his life still had been pretty easy thanks to the support of his parents and his build. He had always been masculine, so much in fact that people often didn't believe he was gay. He thought one of the most ignorant things he had to hear on a regular basis was the responses of, "No way!" or, "Are you serious?" when he told people he was gay. He didn't understand how his appearance dictated his sexual preference. He had actually started dating some in high school and had a steady boyfriend named Jared his sophomore year. Jared had been cute, blonde, and delicate. Paul could still remember his ice blue eyes, although now Paul knew the were probably the same color as Jared's heart. They dated all through sophomore year and until the end of junior year. Paul thought Jared had really loved him. Paul had wanted to have sex with Jared, but the blonde boy had never been ready. Paul had decided not to push him so he was waiting patiently until Jared was ready. That relationship had ended when he caught Jared sleeping with a supposedly straight football player. It seemed that the two were dating secretly, and Paul was just being used as a cover for Jared's real relationship. Paul had been on a few dates but he hadn't been serious with anyone since. He hoped that college would be different. He had finally managed to put that betrayal behind him and he was hoping that someday soon he would meet "The One." The sound of an argument broke his reminiscing, and he looked up to find the source. In the distance he could see three guys advancing on a smaller figure. The group was pretty far away, down at the edge of the building, but he could hear raised voices and see the obviously threatening body language. However, they were too far away for him to understand what they were saying. He paused one second to consider going inside to get some help. He changed his mind when he noticed the smaller figure trying to evade the three larger guys, and them responding by moving to block the escape route. It looked like the smaller figure was limping. Paul hated bullies with a passion. They were cowards and he had flattened a few in his time. Paul could move pretty quickly when he needed to and something told him he needed to get to the group quickly. He was proven right when he got close enough to hear the conversation taking place in raised voiced. One panicked voice was shouting, "I told you I'm not interested in having a good time! I don't want to go with you!" "Come on baby. We'll treat you real nice, and show you how it is with real men." The one who said this seemed to be the ringleader. The fact that he was grabbing his crotch at the same time definitely belied his words. The other two goons laughed and lunged, simultaneously catching the smaller figure between them. Each one had a wrist in his hand and suddenly the small figure let out a voice that a giant would have been proud of: "LET ME GO YOU SLIMY PIECES OF SHIT! STUPID MOTHERFUCKERS! GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME! HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" Paul was shocked that such a small frame could emit such sounds. Paul had finally reached the group, who had yet to even notice him. Right as he did , Ringleader shouted for the figure to shut up and punched the small captive right in the stomach. Paul could tell the bastard hadn't held back at all. Paul watched as the smaller man, who he was sure now was a man from the voice that was still ringing in his eardrums, crumpled to the ground between his captors. Paul felt a rage he had never felt before, and he knew exactly who to unleash that on. He didn't even realize he was roaring until the three attackers turned to see him barreling down on them. Paul didn't pull his punch either. Ringleader was laying unconscious after one blow. Paul's rage was nowhere near settled as he rounded on the last two targets. They had each dropped the wrist they had previously held captive and were slowly backing away. Paul put himself between them and the still limp form on the ground, his main goal to protect him from further damage. Goon One and Goon Two seemed to be torn between helping their leader and fleeing from the raging Paul. One could certainly understand their fear, even though they were now two on one. Paul was enormous. He stood at an intimidating 6' 5"and was heavily muscled. His brown hair was cropped close to his head and his normally soft brown eyes were filled with killing intent. Anyone could understand why they chose to turn and run. Unfortunately for them the cries for help hadn't been heard only by Paul. The attackers now faced an increasing number of members of the rugby team who, if not quite as big and angry as Paul, were impressive enough in their own right. Tonight the Goons weren't going anywhere. A soft groan brought Paul's attention back to the form he was standing over protectively. He immediately dropped to his knees to check on the form gingerly moving into a sitting position. The form touched the area on it's stomach where it had been hit before rubbing each of its wrists in turn. Paul could clearly see red marks on the pale skin. Paul wanted to help the small figure stand, but he was unsure if the help would be appreciated. So, he just hovered awkwardly. Paul cleared his throat and asked, " Do you need a hand getting up?" He was answered with a soft laugh, followed by a grunt of pain. "I'm afraid I'll have to have some help, unless I want to wind up right back here in the dirt, looking at my knight in shining armor's bare feet," a surprisingly deep voice said. Paul was a little embarrassed that he had forgotten his shoes as he stooped to offer a shoulder of support. He looked down and finally got a look at the person he had rescued. All embarrassment, and the noise of his buddies detaining the three goons, faded out of his mind as the most gorgeous being he had ever seen in his life locked eyes with his own. The creature in his arms said, "Hi. Thanks for saving me. I'm Derek." Time stopped, the world stood still, they were the only two on Earth, and every other corny cliché he had ever heard happened as Paul fell head over heels in zero seconds flat. ***** Paul was looking into the darkest eyes he had ever seen. He could not tell where the pupil ended and the iris began. The black pools were perched under a pair of delicate black brows, one of which was pierced with a slim silver ring. An elfin nose with the tiniest upward tilt graced the middle of the finely featured face and strong cheekbones drew Paul's eyes straight to a ridiculously kissable full set of lips. Derek's upper lip was graced with a matching silver Monroe style piercing. The beguiling creature's face was framed by jet black hair cut into a chunky style that spilled randomly on a smooth forehead. It was feathered and revealed a left ear containing six more piercings. Paul wasn't sure if he was facing an angel pushing its boundaries or a devil sent to tempt him. He was sure he was done for either way. The overall impression reminded Paul of a goth chick he had gone to school with, except he had never thought about pinning her against the nearest hard surface and shoving his tongue down her throat. A flash of color brought Paul's eye back to the pierced ear, and he noticed each tiny globe was a different color. He stared at each bead in turn, starting from the top, as if to assure himself he wasn't merely seeing what he wanted. Glinting back at him was red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and finally purple. Paul's stomach flipped when he noticed that they were the colors of the rainbow. A small sound brought Paul's attention back to the deep black eyes, and the expression there sent a shot of pain through his heart. A chirp of sirens and the flashing of blue and red lights accompanied the arrival of several police cars and forced Paul back to reality. Paul straightened up a bit too quickly, eliciting another small gasp of pain from the angel/devil named Derek. "I'm sorry!" Paul exclaimed, feeling flustered and embarrassed. He could feel his face flushing, and he was sure he had to be beet red. He had obviously been ogling the injured man. Derek said softly, "It's ok, I get stared at a lot. I know I have a different look." He paused for a moment and added in a quiet voice, "Hopefully you aren't sorry you saved a homo." The statement shocked Paul so much he couldn't find his voice. He knew exactly where the quiet desperation was coming from. The need to be accepted and the sure knowledge that the world was full of ignorant prejudice was all in that quiet voice. Paul knew he desperately needed to reassure Derek, but he just couldn't find the words in the jumble of emotion bouncing around inside of him. He was vaguely aware he must look like a fish out of water by the way he was opening and closing his mouth. He was mercifully saved from further embarrassment by a concerned campus policeman. The cop helped Paul maneuver Derek to the back of a waiting car. Where Paul hovered around the bumper, loathe to leave Derek alone with the impression that Paul was a homophobe. Paul let out a self depreciating laugh at the irony of his inability to reveal his sexual orientation for the first time in his life. Paul watched as the cop gently talked to Derek and took the chance to take in the rest Derek's resting form. Paul immediately noticed that Derek's left foot was wrapped in a brace, and he realized that must have been why Derek had been limping. The foot that wasn't in a brace was sporting one of a well used pair of lime green Converse. Paul allowed his eye to leisurely take in the blue jeans that covered the top of the shoe and snugly fitted each thigh. A studded belt peeked out from the waist of the jeans and was mostly covered by the navy tee shirt that was printed with what he assumed was a band's name. Paul noticed that Derek's frame wasn't as slender as he had originally thought. While it looked like Derek was at least a foot shorter than Paul, his build was actually looked pretty average, maybe a bit more sturdy than average. Even so, a bit more sturdy than average was still way smaller than Paul's own enormous build. Paul found himself wondering what that smaller body would look like with all the clothes currently on it absent and laying on the floor of some private room. He was immediately daydreaming about finding all the hot spots of Derek's body and wondering what he would sound and look like when he came. He was interrupted from this dangerous line of thought when the cop turned to him, introduced himself as Officer Randall, and asked Paul to go over everything he knew about the attack. After talking to the officer for a few minutes, Paul was told that the guys who had attacked Derek weren't even students. They also fit the description of a previous sexual assault that had taken place just last semester. Officer Randall had lower his voice in a confidential tone to tell Paul that student had also been an open homosexual, so it was possible it could be a hate crime. He had added that he would be glad to put them away if that was true. Paul felt a wave of nausea flood him as he thought of what could have happened if he hadn't been outside tonight. If the scumbags hadn't already been carted off he would have had a very difficult time not beating each of them to a bloody pulp. The officer continued to ask him questions and took all Paul's contact information before finally telling him goodnight and thanking him for stepping in to help Derek. Paul had heard Officer Randall mutter something about recruiting the entire rugby team before finally telling Paul to have a good night. Paul shook Officer Randall's hand and followed him back to his police cruiser, which was now the only police cruiser left in the parking lot. An empty police cruiser. Derek had been whisked away, and Paul didn't have as much as his last name. ***** It was rowdy in the dorms when Paul had finally stopped staring at the empty parking lot and trudged up to his room. Almost the entire rugby team had managed to be involved in the night's incident and they were still pumped up from it. The moment he stepped foot out of the stairwell he was greeted with good natured cheers about defending a princess's honor. It seemed Derek's 'knight in shining armor' reference had been overheard and was being shared with the few players who had missed the excitement. Any girls that were still on the floor were being regaled with the nights heroic deeds and Paul's name was at the center. More than a few heartfelt compliments were given by guys and girls alike but Paul couldn't even muster a smile. John finally moved forward looked Paul straight in the eye and said, "Dude, what is your problem? You should be on cloud nine right now, you're a hero!" Love Unexpected Ch. 01 October 4, 1998 Sitting in the class, I stare off into space thinking of that glorious ass. God she was beautiful, with those fine strong legs from running track in high school to those huge breasts. She was all I could think about lately. Sam was all I wanted. Why does she have to be my sister?! Summer 1998 It was the greatest summer of my life, I had just graduated high school and it was my last summer to be a kid. To go to the beach and lay around drinking beer with my friends. It was this summer that I started to notice Samantha my twin sister as more than just my sister. I always knew my sis was gorgeous. Thin body, tall stature of 5'8", light blonde hair, green eyes, big round ass, 36D tits. I only knew the bra size because she would always complain and say they were too small. Sam and I had a very close relationship, being twins and all. She was the one I could always come to with any problem especially about girls, though she always seemed to get in a more depressed mood when I talked about a girlfriend or crush I had. I never quite knew why, but I just usually ignored it and moved on. I had told her that I wanted our last summer to be spent together. She completely agreed and we planned the whole three months, just me and her. With even a trip to Mexico! Our dad being the head of an insurance company made sure to give us a pretty awesome graduation gift of 2,000 bucks to spend during the summer. We decided with the short drive and inexpensive hotel that we would start off the summer with a trip to Tulum, Mexico. Living in South Georgia we figured the drive wouldn't be too bad. June 14, 1998 The day started with a jolt as I woke up from an interesting dream. At least it was to me, to anyone else, a dream about a hot chick laying in your bed with nothing but a pair of 6in heels on, motioning with her finger to come over to her awaiting amazing body might be considered a "wet" dream... but my mind thought different because the "hot chick" was my sister. I woke up in a bed of sweat and precum dripping from my 9 inches of morning wood. I was almost laughing at the sight of my sheet being turned into a tent by my quite hard member. Still the thought of my sister being the one in my "wet" dream, I couldn't take advantage of the "arising" opportunity and decided to ignore it and head for the shower. Peeking out of my room figuring everyone was still asleep, I could walk to the restroom without being seen in the nude. I walked out and headed to the restroom down the hall and out of nowhere my sister pops out of her bedroom. I screech, sounding like a little girl... "What are you doing!!?" I yell at her. She looks at me with huge, wide eyes and immediately looks down at my still semihard cock. I didn't know her eyes could get any bigger, but they did. And what happen next I did not expect. She started to laugh... "Damn bro, God sure blessed you!" She said with a giggle. My cheeks turned nine shades of red. I looked down as my cock had sprung back to attention and I quickly reached down to cover it with the change of clothes I had. Sam looked back up at me and smiled. "I'm teasing you, Jake." As she passed me she looked back getting a glance of my ass before I quickly turned around. She smiled and continued walking down the stairs and without looking my way again she says with a sarcastic tone, "If it makes you feel any better, it's really nice!" She laughed once again and I continued my way to the bathroom before my parents appeared and it got worse... "Don't forget! We leave in an hour big boy!" I could just hear her chuckling from all the way up here. With the dream still slightly fresh in my mind and the beating hot water on my back I thought why not? I laced my fingers around my now hurting, straining shaft. As I jacked my dick I thought about the events that just transpired, my sister's comment about my dick. Did she really mean that? If she only knew what my dream was about...Damn, her body was amazing. I wonder if she ever thinks that way about me...Dammit! I feel like a fucking girl. Get over it man, she's your sister for God sakes!...But her body though...ughhhh I'm gonna cum! I let out a low groan as I spit my seed all over the shower wall. Washing it off with the removable shower head, I continued and finished my shower. I walked out of the shower to find my sister in front of our shared sink, brushing her teeth. "How many times are you gonna see my naked today?" "Calm down you have a towel on." She said with a mouth full of toothpaste. "Yeah, but what if I hadn't?" "It's not like I haven't seen it before today." It was quite hard to understand her with the toothpaste in her mouth, but if I heard correctly... "Wait what?! You've seen me naked lately?!" Sam spit her toothpaste into the sink with a grin on her face, "You do a bad job with closing your door all the way at night." My cheeks turned ten shades of red this time, "Samantha, seriously? You spy on me? While I'm in my bedroom? Doing...Oh shit! Sam!! Have you watched me-" "Calm down Jacob! I've only seen quick glances when I'm coming upstairs to my room. Most of the time you're just getting undressed." My thoughts went directly to "most of the time"? Which caught me off guard because it's like she heard me when she continued, "I have seen you doing another thing but I usually just continue to my room." Usually! "Stop fretting Jake. We are twins, ya know. It's not unusual for us to be close." "Not in this way..." I said as I gathered my clothes and decided to change in my room. That night I laid in bed wondering what the rest of the summer would hold. Would this sexual tension continue? Am I starting to develop feelings about my sister? As more than just a sister?!... This was weird. Too weird. As I kept these thoughts running through my head, I dozed off to sleep. My dreams where filled of what I thought my sister looked like naked under me fucking her brains out. Love Unexpected Ch. 01 "A hero?" Paul scoffed. "What good does being a damn hero do if you don't even know how to find the guy you just fell in love with?!" He was aware his voice was getting louder and louder, but he just couldn't seem to stop. "I don't know what classes he takes, I don't have a phone number, I don't even have a freaking last name! So please, tell me, what the hell good does it do to be called a hero by you guys!" Paul felt like he could lash out at anyone near him, but seeing the face of a girl who was obviously frightened at his aggressive stance and raised voice snapped him back to himself. One of John's signature whistles pierced the tension building in the air and his playful jab of, "Damn. You got it bad," dissipated the rest. Nervous giggles from several girls built to loud barking laughter from the rest of the guys as each agreed in their own way that Paul did in fact, have it bad. John spoke up again, however this time he addressed the crowd instead of Paul, "Okay, you all heard the man. Between all of us we should be able to find one limping, almost assaulted, recently rescued gay guy that Paul here has obviously got the hots for. Put the word out and get our boy here some information so he can go after 'the guy he just fell in love with'. Maybe then he will stop screaming at us and find somewhere for all that extra energy to go!" This time the cheers that went up were deafening, but Paul was smiling for all he was worth. "Thanks man." Paul told John sheepishly. "No problem, between the team and all our girls, we'll find you little dude." John had chuckled and followed with, "I'm actually curious to get a good look at what kind of guy is 'your thing', since it isn't 'big, hairy, muscle bound, meathead jocks'." Paul could only chuckle as his past words were repeated to him. The next day Jennifer, one of the girls that was always in and out of the dorm, walked up to Paul with a huge grin and handed him a slip of paper. On it was written, 'Derek Grey, Biology Major, has a class at Terrence Hall at 10:00 a.m. on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.' Paul did something he had never before done in his life, and would never do again; he grabbed the girl around the waist, swung her around in a huge circle and planted a kiss right on her surprised and laughing mouth. He put her down and ran to his room to formulate an ambush. Tomorrow was Friday so Paul figured he could skip his first class and waylay Derek on his way into Terrence Hall. Some of the guys helping Paul plan said he should do it afterward, so that Derek couldn't use going to class as a means of escape. "I can't believe he would run from the guy who saved him," said John. "After all, things would have been really bad if you hadn't been outside. By the time we all made it out there they may have already dragged him off somewhere." "Well..." Paul could feel his face flushing as he looked around the room. "I didn't exactly tell Derek that I was gay. I think he was under the impression that I, um, was disgusted by that. Maybe." His voice had gotten smaller and smaller as he told them all about how he had reacted when he was checking Derek out and noticed the earrings. "I know you could kick my ass," John said, "but that is some seriously weak crap. You didn't have a problem coming out to a room full of jocks, but you didn't tell the one little dude you should have that you're gay? I would definitely lead with that when you meet him again." Paul just nodded, he thought that was probably a really good idea. ***** It was Friday morning around 10:15 when Paul arrived at Terrence Hall prepared to wait for Derek. He didn't want Derek to evade him again, so he decided to come early. He thought waiting was the best plan in case the class was released before 11:00. He paced in front of the main entrance for thirty minutes before having the horrid realization that there was more than one way to get into the building. Paul's heart stopped beating for a second until he realized the other entrances all had stairs, which Derek might have trouble with since he was injured. Logically, the main one seemed to be his best bet. He tried to ignore all the stares he was getting from people who were entering and exiting the building. Paul was used to being looked at, it was just something that came with his unusual stature. Tall people weren't that unusual, but he wasn't just tall, he was built like a tank, and he was definitely not someone that usually graced the front of the Biology building. He checked his watch for the millionth time. It was seven minutes after 11:00, and there was no Derek to be had. At a quarter past eleven Paul was considering that maybe Derek had not gone to class that day, or maybe he had avoided this entrance because he had seen Paul outside. He managed to really depress himself with that last thought. He stepped off the main sidewalk, and sat down in the grass, completely dejected. He kicked off his sandals and put his head in his hands, he felt miserable. "Paul?" a soft, deep voice called out his name. He recognized it immediately. Paul's heart started racing as he jumped from his seat in the grass and advanced on the owner of the voice. He once again locked eyes with the most beautiful creature on earth. "I thought I saw you go around the corner, but I wasn't sure if I was seeing things or not," Derek said. "Of course, you are kinda hard to miss." "I'm gay!" Paul almost shouted. Muffled snickers from people who had overheard his outburst brought a deep flush of red to Paul's face. Derek was just staring at him with his mouth open, obviously stunned. "I mean, I'm gay," Paul said in a more subdued tone, "So, I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me." "I-I. I thought...Um, you're gay?" Derek asked when he seemed to have found his voice. "Yeah." Paul was sure his heart would stop from all the stress as he waited for Derek's answer. Derek looked down at the ground between them for a moment and let out a muffled giggle. It was the most adorable sound Paul had ever heard, but at the same time it ripped open his heart as he dreaded the words that would follow it. Derek's eyes traveled back up to Paul's face. Paul was blinded by a set of perfectly brilliant white teeth as he was graced with the first genuine smile he had received from Derek. Paul couldn't help but notice there was a tiny gap in between Derek's two front teeth, it was the most damn adorable smile he had ever seen. "You don't have on any shoes again. And yes, I'd very much like to go out with you." Derek's whole face was bright pink. It took Paul a second to register that Derek wasn't laughing at him. When this realization dawned on him he was so elated that he grabbed the smaller man and, without thinking, lifted him off his feet. He had swung him around in a huge arc while laughing thunderously. The sound of applause made him realize where they were and that they still had an audience; however, the sight of Derek laughing and blushing was totally worth it. Paul gently put Derek down and ran to get his sandals. When he took Derek's book bag Derek looked at Paul strangely and said, "I'm not a girl, so you don't have to carry my stuff." The strange tone of his voice made Paul look down at him, but it seemed that Derek was only embarrassed and not angry. "Believe me, I know you aren't a girl. I still want to carry you books though, if that's okay." A small nod was all that answered him. "Do you have anymore classes today? If you don't, would you maybe want to go get some lunch?" "I have another class." Paul drooped at that statement. "But, if you want to meet me after, we could go then." "Absolutely." Paul said happily, "Just tell me where to meet you and I'll pick you up." "I live in Palisades Apartments, do you know where that is?" Derek asked. Paul knew exactly where that was and after getting the building and apartment number they decided that Paul would pick him up at 2:00 and they would eat a late lunch. Paul walked Derek to his next class and handed him his bag at the door. "I'll see you later." Derek had said softly. "I'm looking forward to it," Paul answered and shocked them both speechless when he leaned down, way down, to kiss the top of Derek's head. He had spun on his heel and left Derek standing there gaping at his retreating back. Paul's face splitting smile was visible to everyone he passed on his way back to his dorm room. He practically flew there so he would have plenty of time to get ready for what he knew instinctively would be his last first date. Love Unexpected Ch. 02 If you are under 18 years of age, this is not for you. If you are offended by male/male relationships, then do not read this work. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All right reserved. This is the second part of Paul and Derek's story. It's time for their first date! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. Thank you for all of your encouraging comments, they really do make my day! I'm so excited to be able to say I have readers! To my editor, Colandra, thank you for all your help and encouragement. Let's continue helping Paul and Derek come to life together! * "Dude. You have changed clothes like five times! If I didn't know you were gay before, I would definitely know now." John was laughing good-naturedly at Paul. "I seem to remember someone asking me what shirt looked better with their eyes a few weeks ago when you had that date with Amber," Paul replied. John laughed and said, "Well, I guess you do have me there. If I were you I'd go with that green button-up and the dark jeans." Paul was freshly showered, shaved, and dressed in the outfit John had suggested. He sprayed on a little of his favorite cologne before he did one last check in the mirror to make sure he looked okay. It seemed word had spread of his first date as he stepped out of the shared bathroom to a room full of well wishers. Cat calls and whistles greeted him and yells of advice and good luck followed him all the way to his truck. He had to admit that his team had given him more support than he ever hoped for. "Hey!" John yelled at him from the crowd. "Don't get worn out before the game tonight!" John winked, and the team burst in to uproarious laughter as Paul grinned and hopped into the truck. They were still cheering as he pulled away. Paul arrived at Derek's apartment ten minutes early and knocked on the door. Derek invited him in and told him he was almost ready. He looked Paul up and down and said, "You look nice," a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "This is the first time since we met that you showed up with shoes on." Laughing, Paul replied, "Well, I am trying to impress someone, so I figured I should do my best." He watched Derek's blush creep up his face and resisted the urge to grab him and kiss him breathless. Paul didn't want to scare him off. "Want to see my apartment?" Derek asked. "Sure," Paul answered, "I wish I could afford to live in an apartment, but I get free board with my rugby scholarship so I guess I shouldn't complain." Derek's apartment was small but cozy. The kitchen was connected to the living room and there was a hall that had the bathroom and bedroom off to each side. Derek shuffled back and forth between his injured and healthy foot when he had shown Paul his bedroom. The room was a decent size, but most of it was taken up by the queen size bed. There were posters all over the walls and a very nice sound system off in one corner. A small computer desk was set up in a another corner and there were several CD towers filled to capacity. "Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready. I had to talk to my professor after class, so I got home a little late." Paul noticed that Derek seemed as nervous as Paul felt. The sight of Derek's bedroom had Paul's mind off in very dirty places. Paul cleared his throat. "Take your time, I'll wait in the living room." Paul sat down on the couch and daydreamed about what was being revealed by the sound of clothes rustling in Derek's room. The sound of Velcro signaled the removal of Derek's brace. A few minutes later Derek emerged wearing a different outfit. The shirt was grey and fit snugly on Derek's frame. Paul realized that Derek was actually pretty built, even though he was much smaller than Paul. The shirt had hot pink print on it, and Paul recognized a local band name. The black jeans Derek were wearing sat low on his hips, they were tight on his thighs and relaxed more towards his knees. Paul could see a hot pink belt with metal studs peeking out from the edge of the shirt. Paul noticed that the lime green Converse had been replaced with a hot pink one on Derek's good foot. It matched the writing on Derek's tee shirt. Paul stood up and hoped that Derek didn't notice the hardness he could feel pressing into the left leg of his jeans. He had a feeling he had failed as Derek began blushing again. "You look really...Um, really..." Paul paused and took a deep breath. Then he said exactly what he was thinking. "You look hot. Really hot." "Thanks. You, too." "Thanks." Paul smiled down at Derek and asked, "So, are you ready to go eat something? I thought we could go to the Mexican place that just opened. I'd like to go somewhere nicer, but I have a game tonight. Maybe this weekend we could go into town and eat." "Already planning a second date before we even start our first one? What happens if I accept now, and you find out you can't stand me during lunch today?" Derek was smiling, but Paul sensed that he was actually very serious. "That's not going to happen," Paul replied. "I'm actually more worried that you are going to be bored hanging out with me." Derek's loud bark of laughter startled Paul. "You can stop worrying about that, Paul. Something is always going on when you're around." Paul stared down into Derek's dark eyes and felt a rush of emotions. He knew in his heart that this was what he wanted for himself. He wanted Derek, and not just sexually, he wanted to protect him, to discover everything about him. And Paul wanted to share himself with Derek. Paul wondered if Derek could see what he was thinking, because he was sure it was written all over his face. Derek continued to look up into Paul's eyes as Paul slowly leaned down, shrinking the distance between them inch by inch. Paul was carefully gauging Derek's reaction. As Derek's eyes began to slowly close, Paul closed the last few inches between their lips. Paul wanted the kiss to be soft and sweet, it certainly started that way. Paul pressed his lips softly to Derek's and was rewarded with a soft sigh. Paul continued to gently tease Derek's bottom lip between his own. He moved his attention to the top lip and began to gently suck at the small orb of Derek's Monroe piercing. Derek issued a low moan. That was all it took to transform the kiss from soft and sweet into something else. Paul reached out and crushed Derek's small frame into his own. He stood, lifting Derek's feet off the ground and felt Derek's arms wrap around his neck. Paul groaned into Derek's mouth, and felt Derek's tongue seeking entrance to his own mouth. He granted it immediately and let his own tongue venture into Derek's mouth. He tasted and explored the soft cavern, encouraged by Derek's moans. Paul was suddenly made painfully aware of his own growing erection when Derek's smaller erection pressed into his stomach. Paul slowly moved his hands to Derek's firm ass and squeezed it. Derek gasped and opened his legs, putting one on each side of Paul. Without ever breaking the kiss, Paul slowly slid Derek down his body until their hips were on the same level . Derek began grinding their erections together as Paul kneaded the firm ass in his hands. The blood roared in Paul's ears, and he knew they desperately needed to stop. He didn't want this to be some cheap thing, and he was afraid if this went on that Derek might think Paul was only after sex. With a gasp and a groan he pulled his mouth from Derek's and looked down into his flushed face. Derek's eyes were hooded and shone with his arousal and he was panting. He continued to grind his hips onto Paul's throbbing member, and Paul was trying to remind himself why he was stopping this. His voice was thick with lust when he finally spoke. "Derek, I would love to keep doing this, but I want a lot more than a fling. I want to be serious with you. I know we don't really know each other that well, but I know that my feelings are real. I don't want to do anything that either of us might regret later." He leaned down and kissed Derek again, this time very careful to keep it soft and close lipped. Derek stared up into his eyes with a tiny smile on his face and said, "I'm glad you feel that way, because I do, too. Your just so damn hot I lost control of myself." Paul gently lowered Derek to the floor, being careful of his injured foot. He couldn't help himself and kissed Derek gently one more time before releasing him. Paul chuckled as they both reached to adjust the bulges in their jeans. Derek's shirt had ridden up when Paul had slid him down his front, and Paul was granted a glimpse of a tight stomach with a tiny treasure trail disappearing below the waist of Derek's jeans. Derek turned towards the door, and Paul caught a peek of a tattoo down the length of Derek's side. It was a delicate shading of what appeared to be the stem of a flower, and Paul had to restrain himself from tracing it with his finger to find out kind of flower it was. Paul watched the tattoo become hidden again as Derek pulled his shirt back into place. He made a silent promise to himself that he would definitely see it as he waited for Derek. Paul walked to the apartment door and stepped outside to wait for Derek to follow and lock the door. Once the apartment was secured they walked to Paul's truck, and he held the door open for Derek. He helped him get in, since Derek's foot made it awkward to use the runner as a step with his brace on. Paul climbed in started the truck, and they headed to their first date. ***** The restaurant they were going to was really close to campus, so Paul and Derek were seated and ordering their food in just a few minutes. They began talking in between bites of tortilla chips and salsa. "You said you had a rugby game tonight?" Derek asked. "Yeah," Paul answered, "It starts at 7:00, but I have to be there by 5:30 for warm ups and stuff. It's not even 3:00 yet so I figure we would have plenty of time to eat and maybe hang out before I have to go to the field." "Sounds good to me," said Derek with a smile. Paul was once again struck with how gorgeous Derek was. He honestly couldn't put his finger on what it was about Derek that drew him in. He had never been attracted to someone with Derek's style before, but he was sure he would have felt the same no matter what Derek's outward appearance was. There was something about him, the way he wasn't afraid of his sexuality, how he had refused to give up when he was faced with bad odds; Paul considered being attacked by three men pretty bad odds. The only time Paul had heard Derek raise his voice was when he had been attacked, but Paul knew firsthand that the ability was there. Derek seemed to be gentle, but Paul knew that didn't mean he was weak. He was also sexy as hell without being feminine. Paul remembered the punch that Derek had received when he was attacked. It occurred to him that he hadn't heard Derek complain even once that night or now. He suddenly remembered that he hadn't even asked about what had happened since then. His thoughts were interrupted as the waitress brought out their orders. Both men tucked into their plates hungrily. Paul laughed when Derek got some guacamole on the corner of his mouth. Once they had finished eating, and Derek had gotten a to-go box for his leftovers, Paul paid for the meal, to some resistance. While they were walking back to the truck Paul suggested that they go to a nearby park and hang out until it was time for him to get ready for the game. Derek readily agreed, and they arrived at the park with about an hour to spend and still have enough time for Paul to drive Derek back home. Paul pulled out a blanket from behind his seat, and they waked a short distance before he spread it on the ground and sat on it. Paul heard Derek chuckle at him as he kicked off his shoes, and Paul smiled at him. Derek sat down carefully, adjusting his injured foot, and laid back on the blanket. Paul took the opportunity to stare at the reclining form. "How tall are you?" Derek asked while perusing Paul from the corner of his eye. "I'm 6' 5" and around 240 pounds." "Holy crap. You're a foot taller than me and outweigh me by seventy pounds. It's a good thing you're gentle, or I could be in serious trouble." At that statement Paul turned to look Derek in the eye. He wanted to be sure the smaller man knew he was serious. "I would never hurt you intentionally. If you didn't like anything I was doing all you would have to say is stop, and I would." He paused for a second. "I mean it." Derek nodded back at him and said, "I know you do. And I want to tell you something, just to get it out there. If you change your mind about anything after this, I'd understand." Paul watched as Derek closed his eyes and took a deep breath, when he opened them he looked straight at Paul and said, "I'm a virgin. I have done other stuff with guys but I haven't ever...Well, you know." Paul didn't know what he had been expecting Derek to say, but it sure as hell wasn't that. "Actually," Paul replied, "I am too." Paul wondered if Derek was feeling as vulnerable as he was. They each stared at the other for a moment. "Okay," was all Derek said, but Paul noticed the tension he had felt before and noticed in Derek's posture, disappeared. Paul set his cell phone alarm to remind them when it was time to leave and laid back on the blanket next to Derek. "So what happened the other night when you left?" Paul asked. "Well, the cops took me to the hospital to get me checked out, since I didn't want them to call an ambulance. That guy knocked the breath out of me pretty good, but I was mainly worried about my foot. One of the jackasses was standing on it when I went down. I think I have a pretty high tolerance for pain, but I felt something snap when that happened and I blacked out. Turns out he worsened the sprain I already had. It turned out that wasn't the first time those guys had done something like that, there was an issue here last semester with another guy. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time I guess." Paul reached out and took Derek's hand. He could feel Derek trembling slightly, but he just held his hand silently, allowing Derek to say what he needed. "I decided to press charges, so I don't really know what's going to happen with that, but my parents said they would help with everything. I think they were really upset that they couldn't make it down that night, but they hired a lawyer. It took some convincing on my part to assure them that I was okay. I have the medical reports from the hospital, not to mention a whole rugby team full of witnesses. I'm sure someone will be giving you a call sometime too, since you actually saw everything." Paul watched as Derek opened and closed his mouth like he was going to say something. Paul waited and was rewarded with a quiet voice saying, "Thank you for saving me. If you hadn't been there...Well, just thanks. I know a lot of people who would have pretended not to notice or would've just called the police, but by that time it would have been to late." Paul simply said, "You're welcome." The couple held hands as they laid there, silently looking at the clouds for a while. "So how did you hurt you foot originally?" Paul asked after several minutes. "Some jackass hit me at a crosswalk Monday while I was on my bike. The chick was talking to her boyfriend or something and she bumped into me. She was hardly moving, but when a car bumps into you, you feel it. My bike was still pretty messed up, so Mom and Dad promised to buy me a new one when they come down to check on me." "Wow, I can't believe you were actually hit by a car and attacked all in the same week." Paul huffed and added, "That's a pretty crappy week." "It was a good week," that quiet voice Paul was growing to love said," I met you." Paul felt warmth suffuse his entire body. Aware of where they were, but certain that they were well enough secluded, he propped himself on his elbow as he leaned over Derek and kissed him tenderly. "So, are you interested in being my boyfriend?" Paul asked as he pulled his lips away for a moment. "I thought I made that pretty clear earlier today," Derek answered him before pulling Paul back down for another kiss. "So, would my boyfriend like to come to my game tonight and watch me play?" Paul asked between kisses. "You bet." Derek said as he pulled Paul down for another kiss. Paul loved every second of it. He kept pulling away, just so Derek would pull him back down. He groaned when the alarm from his cell went off, warning him that it was time to go. After a few more kisses he had to pull away for real. Paul looked at Derek's kiss swollen lips, and cursed rugby for the first time in his life. He stood up and helped Derek get to his feet before shaking out the blanket and finding his shoes. "Did you want to go ahead with me now?" Paul asked, "You can sit in the bleachers or my truck until game time if you want." "That sounds good to me," Derek said. "I just need to pick up a few things from my apartment so I can work on them while I'm waiting, if that's ok." Paul grinned and said "Whatever you need, Baby." He hadn't meant to say that, and the bright pink blush that crept up Derek's face had him backpedaling. "I'm sorry! It just slipped out! If you don't like it I won't say it again, I promise." Paul could barely hear the tiny voice that answered, "I like it." Paul held hands with Derek as they walked back to the truck. Paul helped Derek in and they headed to Derek's apartment to pick up what he needed to work on. Once he had everything Paul took the bag, waited until Derek locked the door, and walked him back to the truck. Once he had helped him get back in they headed to the field. It was a short drive, and when they arrived Paul helped Derek out of the truck. They walked up to the bleachers together. Some of his teammates girlfriends were in the stands already, and Derek moved towards them so Paul followed. The girls called out greetings and Paul said, "This is Derek," he paused and looked to Derek, unsure how to introduce him. "I'm Paul's boyfriend." Derek said to the girls. They all said hello and told them who their boyfriends were. "You okay here?" Paul asked Derek. "Yeah, I'm good. I'll see you after the game." Derek answered with a smile. Paul leaned down and kissed the top of his head. As he walked away he heard Derek tell the girls, "I need a crash course in rugby. Who wants to help me out?" Paul chuckled and knew that soon Derek would have all of them charmed. That thought brought a small frown to his face as he felt an unfamiliar stab of jealousy. He looked back one more time to see Derek laughing with the girls. Derek noticed him looking and smiled at him shyly before giving him a small wave. Paul smiled and waved back before heading into the locker room. ***** "Hey Paul, were going out tonight after the game. You wanna go with us?" It was John asking. "I don't know, I'll have to ask Derek if he wants to." Paul answered. He had gone out with the team a few times after gamed, but he wasn't sure if Derek would want to or not, even though Paul really wanted to introduce him around. The team hadn't missed his mention of Derek's name and he was soon overwhelmed with congratulations and quite a few raunchy comments. He laughed at them good naturedly, knowing that was the way the guys showed their support. "You should definitely bring him, we promise to play nice. Right guys?" John asked the team and was met with loud and boisterous agreement. John added, "I'm still curious to find out what your thing is, I never did get a good look at the kid." Love Unexpected Ch. 02 "I'll ask him, but if he says no, then we won't be going." Paul stripped out of his clothes and started pulling on his shorts and rugby jersey. "Besides you can meet him after the game either way." Paul's attention was drawn away when the coach told them it was time for warm ups and they all filed out the doors. After warm ups it was time for the game to start and Paul felt the familiar rush he always got before a game, only this time he felt an even bigger pride at the fact that there was someone in the stands that was there just for him. The game was a tough one, the teams were pretty evenly matched. Paul threw all of himself into his games, as did all of the team. Each and every one of them loved rugby to it's core. They had a good team and one of the few schools that offered scholarships for playing rugby so they had a pretty good set of fans. Tonight everyone in the stands was going crazy over the close game and every now and then Paul could hear his name being shouted over the noise by that amazing pair of lungs. Even in the press of bodies, sweat, dirt and grass stains it managed to make Paul smile. They won the game. After showering faster than anyone else, Paul gathered his belongings and made his way to the bleachers, where Derek was waiting on him. He smiled at Paul and said, "That was pretty exciting, even though I'm still really confused about some stuff." The grin on his face did something funny to Paul's insides. Paul wasn't sure if it was the high he had from the game or the happiness he saw on Derek's face, but he lifted Derek off the bleachers without thinking and planted a kiss right on his lips before setting him down with a grin. Derek laughed and said, "You sure aren't shy." "Does it bother you?" Paul asked. "Not one little bit." Derek answered. Paul could hear the rest of the team beginning to make there way out of the locker room. Paul remembered the guys talking about going out tonight. "Hey Baby, would you want to go out with everyone tonight? If you don't want to it's fine, but I want to introduce you to everyone and they want to meet you, too." Paul was answered with a huge grin. "Yeah, I'd like to meet your friends." Paul found out where the team was going, and he and Derek made their way to the truck and then the bar. Neither of them were old enough to drink, but Paul just wanted to hang out and Derek told him he didn't drink. They were given wristbands at the door, and Paul found them a table so Derek wouldn't have to stand on his injured foot. It didn't take long for all the guys to come meet Derek, and Paul was touched at how nice they were to him. No one said anything mean, even though a couple of them did say some pretty embarrassing things. More than one guy warned him not to wear Paul out on game days, and one or two daring souls told him they wouldn't want to be in his position. Derek seemed a bit confused by this until one leaned and whispered something in his ear. Paul shot the guy a warning glance when he noticed Derek's face pale a bit. Paul was pretty sure they guy was saying something about Paul's size, so he leaned in and whispered right into Derek's ear, "I would never hurt you, just remember that." Paul was relieved when Derek reached for his hand under the table and nodded almost imperceptibly. Paul was glad none of the guys mentioned the incident of Derek's attack, even though almost all of them had been involved. He really felt like the team had become his family. He felt it even more by the way they had accepted him, and now his boyfriend. Paul looked up to see John making his way towards the table with a chair behind him. He set it down right at the table and plopped down in it, he looked right at Derek with a big smile and said, "Hi. I'm John and you must be Paul's thing." Paul saw anger flash in Derek's eyes before John clarified himself by adding, "When he came out to the team, he told us we didn't have to worry because guys like us aren't his thing. I've been dying to know what was since then. He's got it bad for you so you better not hurt him, unless you want to take on the whole rugby team. I gotta tell ya that our reach is pretty big, we actually found you for him after you got spirited away that night." Paul watched as Derek choked on the soda he had been drinking. Paul patted him on the back while Derek sputtered and coughed. He handed Derek a napkin to when he noticed his eyes watering. Paul shot John and evil look and said, "Dude, you have a big mouth." It seemed that Derek had recovered because he began laughing hysterically. Paul and John just looked at him, unsure what to make of his amusement. After a few moments Derek calmed down and once again wiped his eyes with the napkin. "Just to make sure," Derek said, "You are saying that you used the rugby team to find me? To find the gay guy you were looking for? And they actually helped you?" He issued another bit of laughter before adding, "Man, college really is different from high school." "Yeah, I guess it is." John said with a laugh of his own. He shook Derek's hand and then said, "Well, I guess I'll let you two lovebirds enjoy your evening. It was nice meeting you Derek, I really mean that." "Thanks. You, too." Derek answered. Paul watched John mingle with the rest of the team before looking back at Derek. Derek was starting at him with hooded eyes. "Did you really tell the team that you wanted to find me after that night?" "Yeah. I did. And by the next night I had that information about your Biology class, so I ambushed you there." Paul couldn't decipher the look that Derek was giving him. Derek's eyes were slightly hooded, his head just barely tilted to one side, and one corner of his mouth was turned up in a small half smile. If he was going for seduction then he had it down pat. Paul was suddenly reminded of his first impression of Derek, when he had wondered if he were an angel or a devil. With the look Paul was receiving now, and the hand that was slowly traveling up and down his thigh, he was sure Derek was the latter. He could feel himself getting an erection that he was going to have a hard time hiding. He was sure his desire for Derek was stamped on his forehead. When Derek leaned forward and whispered, "Take me home," right in Paul's ear, he practically carried Derek out on his shoulder. Love Unexpected Ch. 03 If you are under 18 years of age, this is not for you. If you are offended by male/male relationships, then do not read this work. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Thank you to my editor, Colandra. Without you, this would be riddled with my bad grammar! This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All right reserved. * They finally made it back to Derek's place. Paul helped Derek from the truck before pulling the laughing man over his shoulder to carry him toward the apartment. Paul put him down only when they got to the locked door. Once Derek had unlocked it, Paul had pushed it closed behind them and relocked it. As soon as he had turned the deadbolt, the smaller man pounced on him, pushing him against the door, and pulling his head down for a hot open-mouthed kiss unlike any of the others they had shared. This kiss was totally male, nipping, biting and thrusting tongues, it was almost like a fight for domination. When Paul caught Derek's tongue by sucking it into his own mouth, Derek began moaning desperately. Paul could feel Derek's hands running all over his chest, shoulders and arms, Derek was also rubbing his body against Paul's like a cat. Paul broke off the kiss and grasped Derek's wrists, gently separating their bodies. Derek let out a needy moan, and Paul scooped him up off the floor. Derek panted out , "Bedroom." That was all Paul needed to hear; his long strides had them there in seconds. He tossed Derek on the bed, where he bounced for a second before sitting up. Paul was on top of Derek immediately, bearing him back down with Paul's weight, the light from hall streaming across them through the open bedroom door. Paul attacked Derek's lips and sucked them into his mouth, nipping and tugging on them with his teeth. Derek was moaning and writhing underneath him, and his hands were trying to pull off Paul's shirt. The desire to dominate caught Paul completely by surprise, as he found himself capturing Derek's seeking hands. He pulled them up above their heads, toward the slotted headboard, and whispered against Derek's mouth, "Grab it and don't let go." Paul waited with bated breath to see what response he would get. He felt a shudder run through Derek's body as he watched the hands grasp the wood obediently. Paul rewarded Derek by sucking on his upper lip and flicking his tongue over that little piercing. "Good boy," he growled into Derek's mouth, "You just hold onto that, and I promise I'll make you feel good." Paul pushed himself back so he could see more of the figure pinned under him. Paul hadn't forgotten about that tantalizing peek of a tattoo he'd seen earlier that day. He stared directly into Derek's eyes as he began slipping his fingers under the edge of Derek's shirt. Paul made sure to let his fingertips trace the skin ever so softly as he began to bare inch after inch of flesh. Derek was trembling and thrashing his head from side to side while moaning seductively; he still held onto the headboard. Paul looked down from the pleasure contorted face to gaze at the deliciously sculpted stomach that was being revealed. Anger filled him when he noticed the ugly bruise that was mottling the perfect cream flesh, just a few inches above Derek's belly button. He moved down Derek's body, careful not to jar his brace, and leaned in to gently kiss the ugly bruise. "If anyone else ever touches you," Paul whispered, letting his lips just barely brush the mottled skin, "I'll kill them." Derek's voice was rough and low. "I won't let anyone else touch me but you," he paused and swallowed audibly. He spoke in that quiet voice that Paul loved so much. "I love you Paul. I know it's crazy and we just met, but...I loved you as soon as I opened my eyes and saw your bare feet, and you standing over me, protecting me." Paul gently rested his head on Derek's belly, still tracing the fading edges of the bruise. He answered in his most serious tone, "Me too. I loved you since the second our eyes met, after I knocked that bastard out. I was sure I was seeing things in my head when I noticed your earrings. If I had to search the whole damn school to find you I would have." Paul could feel his emotions overflowing, and he was sure he was about to embarrass himself by blubbering all over Derek's perfect tummy. He went to search for that enticing tattoo he had yet to see. He found it in all its glory, after he pushed Derek's shirt up to those voluntarily captive wrists. He was careful not to snag it on any of Derek's piercing. He paused to press a gentle kiss to each one, first the ear, then the eyebrow, and lastly, the Monroe. Paul then returned his attention to that elusive tattoo. It ran from Derek's right hipbone and curved gently in toward his abs, and then back out to end next to his right nipple. It was a calla lily. The ink was done in a soft shading style, and Paul could see the tiniest hints of pink around the lily's trumpet. It was absolutely, positively jaw dropping, and breathtakingly beautiful. Paul couldn't resist tracing it gently with his fingers. When he lightly scraped it with his fingernails, Derek cried out. Paul felt a predatory smile on his lips as he leaned back to look down at Derek's naked chest. He gently ran his hands over the ridges of Derek's smooth abs until he had reached a finely sculpted collarbone. He pressed his nails into the skin slightly, and began a raking descent to the waist of Derek's jeans. Derek was letting out a long shuddering moan, and Paul made a mental note about that fingernail move. Paul felt an animalistic pride at the sounds of pleasure he was drawing from Derek. He moved between Derek's legs, and gently scooted to where he had one of his lover's legs on each side of his hips and draped over his thighs. Paul reached toward Derek's belt, and made sure to lock eyes with him. As Paul began to slide the studded, hot pink belt from its buckle, Derek moaned and threw his head back. Paul stopped moving his hands until Derek once again locked eyes with him questioningly. Once he was sure he had Derek's attention again, Paul slid the clasp all the way free and reached for the fly of the jeans. Paul could see Derek's length pressing against the black denim. Paul's mouth was watering, wanting to feel that silken heat against his tongue. But, he made himself go tantalizingly slow. He grasped the tab of the zipper and slid it down in tiny increments, until it finally reached the point it would go no further. Paul looked up to ensure that Derek was still watching him, and was shocked at the face he saw. Paul had never imagined something so beguiling, and desperately wanton. It took all his control not to rip off Derek's jeans and swallow him whole. Paul forced a deep, calming breath into his lungs and hooked his fingers on the waist of Derek's pants. He peeled them down, slowly revealing the black, tight fitting, boy short style underwear that Derek had on. He could see the pulsing erection and a small wet spot where it was leaking pre cum. The descending denim also revealed sturdy thighs and trembling knees, before running into interference from the brace on Derek's left foot. Paul abandoned his trek downwards on that leg, and focused his efforts on the right one. He slipped the jeans off the muscular calf, past the curled toes, to abandon the clothing as he laid between Derek's legs once more. He slipped his hands on the underside of his lover's knees and lifted them to rest on his shoulders, as he nibbled the length of Derek's cock through the cotton prison it was contained in. He could hear Derek frantically chanting his name over and over, as Paul's own erection throbbed, painfully begging for release. Paul thought there was something incredibly erotic about being fully clothed while Derek thrashed on the bed in only his underwear. Paul continued to nibble and lick at Derek through his underwear, enjoying the undulations of Derek's hips seeking more contact with Paul's mouth. He chuckled at Derek's plaintive cry, and tickled the dark trail that ran under the band of Derek's underwear. Paul hooked his fingers under the elastic and eased it off Derek's writhing form, freeing the captive cock to Paul's gaze. When a breathy, "Paul, please. Please, please," reached his ears, the last of Paul's restraint snapped. He pulled back and snatched the underwear down, stripping Derek's right leg and leaving that sexy swatch of cotton bunched at the top of the jeans still captured by the brace. He dove back toward that deliciously jumping cock. He took only a second to admire it, it was around six inches, cut, and weeping with arousal. The black hair that surrounded the base was trimmed close, and Paul had never seen anything sexier in his life. Paul wrapped his fingers around the base of Derek's cock, then stopped. He looked up to find Derek gazing at him, finally grasping that Paul wanted Derek to watch what Paul was doing to him. "Mine," Paul rasped before engulfing the entire length into his mouth. It was like molten silk on his tongue. He had never felt such a rush of pleasure from giving pleasure as he felt now. He massaged the base with his right hand as he swirled his tongue around the head with every stoke of his mouth. With his left hand, Paul began to explore the completely smooth sac pulled tightly to Derek's body. He teased each ball gently with his fingers, lightly tugging them away from Derek's body, rolling and massaging each in turns. After a few moments he abandoned the taunt globes and slipped down lower, following the sensitive seam that lead to greater secrets. The second Paul brushed the tight pucker, Derek's thighs quivered at their perch on Paul's shoulders, and Derek exploded in Paul's mouth with a ragged cry of Paul's name. Paul swallowed the thick spurts while he continued working the length of Derek's cock with his mouth. Paul could feel Derek riding the waves of his orgasm with each bucking of his hips into Paul's own waiting mouth. Paul was astonished when he noticed Derek's hands were still gripping the headboard. When the tremors finally stopped Paul released the softening length from his mouth. He had never experienced the rush of power and pride that came from satisfying the enticing man laying beneath him. He planned to take the rest of his life finding all of Derek's little secrets that would belong to Paul alone. Paul could hear Derek trying to catch his breath as he moved his larger form back up Derek's body. He leaned down and gently kissed Derek's slightly parted lips, and slid large hands to pull Derek's wrists away from the headboard. The pair kissed leisurely and Paul felt Derek's arms snake around his neck before traveling down to massage Paul's shoulders. "You made me feel so amazing, I have never felt anything like that before," Derek said. Paul loved the sultry sound of Derek's sexually satisfied voice. Derek was running his hands up and down Paul's arms, squeezing them through the cotton of Paul's button up shirt. "I love your muscles. So damn sexy." When Derek pulled his lips from Paul's and pushed against his chest, the larger man allowed Derek to direct him onto his back. Paul watched Derek carefully remove his brace, to allow his jeans and underwear to fall to the floor, before replacing the brace on his left foot. Paul was granted the sexiest sight of his life as Derek smiled at him devilishly and crawled up to straddle Paul's still fully clothed body. Paul ran his hands up Derek's sides and across his chest, drawing gasps of pleasure as he toyed with the pink nipples he had yet to explore. Paul smiled knowingly when he noticed Derek's member beginning to stir. Paul felt like the luckiest man alive as he looked up Derek squirming. Paul could feel each movement Derek made teasing the erection trapped in his jeans. Paul was suddenly reminded of his own desperate need, shocked that he had been so distracted from it by his desire to please his partner. He looked up at Derek, drinking in the delicious sight he was being granted. "You are so gorgeous," Paul almost didn't recognize his own husky voice. Paul loved Derek's response of blushing and nibbling his bottom lip shyly. Encouraged by Derek's reaction, Paul continued, "I have never wanted anyone as bad as I want you, I honestly can't believe how much it turned me on getting you off." Paul settled his hands on Derek's hips and began to grind into him languidly, before growling out, "Before we're done tonight, I'm going to watch you squirt all over that silky skin." Derek's eyes widened with shock as he sucked in a quick breath. Paul smiled at him deliberately when he saw his lovers penis twitch and lengthen further, and felt his own cock throb against its tight confines. Paul watched as Derek's face transformed from shocked innocence to tantalizingly seductive, as his hands slid to Paul's buttoned shirt. With a coy smile Derek grasped it and ripped it open, sending a spray of buttons pinging around the room. It was Paul's turn to stare at his lover with wide eyes, as Derek moaned and raked his fingers through the soft fur decorating Paul's chest. Derek leaned forward and rubbed his face in it, once again reminding Paul of a cat. "Ummmmm," Derek was moaning, as he followed the path of hair down Paul's ripped stomach and stopped, nudging and rubbing the thinner trail leading under the waist of Paul's jeans. Paul was finding it increasingly difficult not to thrust his hips off the bed, as Derek nibbled and kissed all around his waistline. When Paul felt Derek's teeth scrape into the V that crossed over Paul's hipbone, he lifted them both of the bed with his involuntary jerk. "Mmmmm," Paul heard himself moan, as Derek concentrated on the sensitive area he had discovered. Paul was running his fingers through soft black hair and moaning and groaning at the sensation of Derek's teasing tongue and nipping teeth. He felt like he was being eaten alive in the most delicious way. When Derek's hands moved to the top button of his jeans, Paul prayed he wouldn't erupt and embarrass himself. Paul watched as Derek loosed each button and peeled the jeans down his thighs. Once they were dropped on the pile of clothes already on the floor, Derek moved to tug off Paul's shirt. Paul sat up to help the process, and once it was done, he captured Derek's lips for a long, hard kiss. When he felt Derek's hands pushing him down once more, he obeyed their prompting and lie back. Paul could see Derek staring at the bulge that was tenting Paul's boxers, and he felt himself twitch when Derek unconsciously licked his lips. Without any warning, Paul felt Derek grab his boxers and yank them down his legs to toss them with their other discarded clothes. Paul heard Derek swallow audibly before saying, "Wow. You're really big," with a shaky voice. Derek wasn't sure if it was fear or nervousness, but he wanted to reassure Derek. He knew from the past that the sheer size of his thick, nine inch cock was enough to cause his partner more that a little trepidation. Paul was suddenly grateful that he had never gone all the way with anyone as he tenderly brushed his fingers down Derek's face. "I would never hurt you, or force you to do anything you don't want." Paul kept his voice soft and serious. "I know." That was the only thing Derek said before scooting down to lie on his stomach between Paul's thighs, the same position Paul had been in earlier tonight. Paul felt Derek's hands on his legs and he allowed Derek to move Paul's legs into a bent position. Paul watched as Derek studied Paul's pulsing length, and when his hot fingers encircled it gently Paul let out a long low groan. When he felt the soft lips envelop his wet tip he locked his hands behind his head to keep from thrusting Derek's head onto his cock. Derek began to sweetly torture Paul's member with soft licks from the base to the head. In some small part of Paul's brain that was still rational, he realized Derek probably knew he wouldn't last through any serious pressure or sucking. Derek continued to lick up and down Paul's cock while moaning, occasionally stopping to suck on the inside of Paul's thighs before turning his attention back to Paul's waiting cock. "Oh Baby, that's so good. Ohhh, yes. Just like that," Paul could hear himself letting out an unending stream of almost unintelligible encouragement. When Derek began slowly trying to work Paul's length into his mouth he could feel himself getting dangerously close. "Derek, Baby, you need to stop," he said in warning. Paul felt the vibrations of Derek's ragged moan run through his cock and straight into his balls. At the same time Derek began sucking in earnest and stroking in time with his hand that was wrapped around the length that he hadn't been able to fit in his mouth. Paul thrust his hips off the bed, raising Derek with him as he felt the heat of his cum burst into Derek's waiting mouth. "Derek! Oh yeah, Derek!" Paul shouted as he unloaded over and over. He watched as Derek swallowed as much he could. Despite Derek's efforts, Paul could see some of the milky fluid leaking from around the edges of Derek's lips. Even though Paul had just had a gut wrenching orgasm, the sight of his cum on Derek's mouth brought another rush of heat to his cock. Derek pulled away and Paul knew his lover had felt Paul's flagging member harden again. Derek was kneeling between Paul's legs and gaping at Paul with incredulous eyes and cum trickling down his chin. Paul could see Derek's own bobbing erection oozing pre cum everywhere. Paul moved up the bed, where he could lean back against the headboard, and lifted Derek onto his lap; in this position Derek face was on the same level as Paul's. Paul leaned forward and licked the cum from around Derek's mouth before giving Derek a deep tongue thrusting, soul scorching kiss. When Derek sucked the cum off of Paul's tongue, Paul felt another shot of heat straight to his crotch. While Derek moaned and sucked on his tongue, Paul reached between them and wrapped one of his hands around their cocks, pinning them together as he spread around lubrication from their weeping tips. Derek gasped and released Paul's tongue from the suction of his mouth. Paul took the opportunity to capture Derek's top lip and worry that sensitive piercing with his own tongue, as he moved his left hand to squeeze one perfect globe of Derek's ass. Paul kneaded Derek's ass cheek, and began encouraging him to thrust against the hand that was stroking their throbbing dicks together. He released Derek's mouth and reveled in the look of abandon on Derek's face as he began riding Paul wantonly. Paul loved the feeling of their hot members thrusting against each other. He hungrily watched his lover's reactions, as Derek dug his fingers into Paul's shoulders to help slide himself back and forth in Paul's lap. Paul released the grip on Derek's ass and slipped his fingers into Derek's mouth. Paul groaned and squeezed his right hand tighter around their cocks, as Derek began sucking and licking Paul's index and middle finger while gazing into Paul's eyes. Derek began to suck Paul's fingers and thrust against Paul's hand in a teasing rhythm. Suck. Thrust. Suck. Thrust. Suck. Thrust. Paul matched it by pushing his fingers into Derek's mouth as he sucked, and squeezing his hand when Derek thrust against him. Push. Squeeze. Push. Squeeze. Push. Squeeze. Paul was sweating, grunting, and groaning. Derek was gasping, moaning, and quivering. Paul could feel his orgasm building over what seemed like hours of this torturous ride, and he was desperately fending it off, wanting to come with Derek. Suddenly Derek's sucking and thrusting lost its rhythm, and Paul quickly moved his saliva slick fingers to Derek's twitching entrance. The instant Paul pushed his middle finger into Derek's clenching heat, Derek came undone. Paul watched as the first spurt landed on Derek's smooth chest. Paul added a blast of his own when Derek screamed, "Paul!" and felt Derek's inner muscles grasping his finger. Shot after shot flew from the heads of both their cocks as Paul pumped them violently, reveling in the way Derek thrust against him greedily, digging his fingers into Paul's shoulders and arms. Paul didn't stop pumping his fist or finger until Derek collapsed against him, utterly spent. He slipped his finger from Derek's body, and Derek issued a low moan against Paul's neck. Paul cuddled the limp form in his lap, tracing lazy patterns on Derek's back, as they basked in the afterglow. Love Unexpected Ch. 03 Paul heard Derek whisper, "I love you," and felt his heart melt. "I love you, too." Paul whispered and kissed the side of Derek's neck before moving them to the end of the bed, and carrying Derek to the bathroom to get them cleaned up. He helped Derek shed his brace before setting the water to a good temperature. When it was ready, he stepped into the spray and lifted his lover into the tub. "You just keep your weight off of that foot while I wash you off," Paul said as soaped up a washcloth and gently began to cleanse Derek's body. Derek stood obediently and let Paul wash and rinse him off. Paul quickly washed himself and shut off the water before toweling his smaller lover off and then drying himself. Once the brace was back on Derek's foot Paul noticed that Derek was having trouble keeping his eyes open. He chuckled and lifted Derek into his arms before returning them to the bed. Paul placed Derek under the covers and slipped into the bed. Paul chuckled as Derek snuggled into him, throwing his uninjured leg over Paul's thigh. "We'll have to find your buttons tomorrow," Derek mumbled sleepily. Paul smiled to himself as he slipped into a restful oblivion. ***** Paul woke to a bed empty of his lover, and the sound of running water from the bathroom. He looked at the clock on top of one of Derek's CD towers and saw that it was almost noon. It had been a while since Paul had slept so well and he smiled, remembering the reason for the restful night. Just then, the reason walked into the room wearing no shirt, and a pair of jeans that were still open at the fly. The gap exposed a pair of sky-blue underwear that was the same style as Derek had worn the day before. "Do you have to practice today? If not, I thought we could spend the day together," Derek said while he rubbed his hair with a towel. "Since it's the weekend, maybe we can go out tonight and see my friends band. I don't know what type of music you like though." "I listen to a little bit of everything," Paul answered before adding, "And I would love to meet your friends." Paul was aware that after last night this relationship seemed to be progressing quickly. He wanted to do everything in his power to show Derek that he was serious. He knew that being willing to be introduced to Derek's friends would show that; besides, Derek had met Paul's friends already. Paul pushed the covers off and climbed out of the bed, and he smiled as he noticed Derek watching him. Paul looked down saw that he was semi hard, before looking back to Derek's face. It took Derek a few moments to look back up at Paul's face and he blushed, having been caught staring. Paul smiled his best sexy smile at Derek and said, "You can stare all you want, Baby," before walking to Derek and kissing him gently on the head, then heading into the bathroom. Once Paul had finished his business, he walked back into the bedroom. Paul found his clothes neatly folded and placed on the computer chair and he pulled them on. He was startled to see that his shirt had made a miraculous recovery. "I sewed the ones I could find back on, and replaced the ones I couldn't with some extras I had, they don't match exactly though." Derek said when Paul looked at him questioningly. Paul realized he still had a lot of things to learn about his lover that had nothing to do sex. "That's awesome," Paul said. "I had no idea you could sew." "I can put on buttons and do some other basic stuff." Derek said. "Sometimes I like to customize my clothes, I can't do anything really complex yet, but I'm trying to teach myself." "My mom is really great with stuff like that, I bet she would love to teach you. She tried to show me some sewing once, but I couldn't even thread the needle." Paul laughed at the memory. He looked up from the repaired buttons to see Derek regarding him with a strange look. "What?" Paul asked, worried what the look meant. Paul watched as Derek crossed his arms across his chest, it looked like the small man was hugging himself. "It's just that I keep expecting to wake up or something. I can't believe how lucky I am to be with someone as open and secure as you are," Derek said before looking into Paul's eyes. "I have dated some real pieces of work in the past, a few of them desperately trying to stay in the closet. You are completely different, I mean we met like something out of a cheesy romance. I have always hoped for, but never believed in, love at first sight. I guess I'm just waiting for the moment you will tell me you have a girlfriend or that this was sure fun but you aren't gay. Something like that." Paul moved to Derek and without a word bent down to kiss him on the lips. Paul lightly enclosed Derek in his arms. He kissed Derek's lips softly, over and over, teasing gently with his tongue and teeth. Pouring all of his feeling into a tender, emotion-filled kiss. He felt Derek lean into his chest with a sigh and melt into the sweet kiss. Paul finally broke it off after several minutes. "Trust me, I'm gay." Paul smiled at Derek. He looked into Derek's eyes before saying, "I don't have a girlfriend, I have a boyfriend. I'm crazy about him. There is no way I would ever find anyone, girl or guy, sexier than you are to me. I meant what I said when I told you I love you. I know we are both a little surprised at how fast this is going, but I'm not afraid, just surprised. I never expected this to happen, but now that it has I will do whatever it takes to show you how serious I am. We don't know that much about each other yet, but with every little thing I learn I realize I want to know everything about you. I am not going to expect anything from you just because of last night. I've been a virgin for nineteen years, so waiting longer won't hurt me. The last thing I want to do is frighten you away, so let's take things as slow as you want to. I want to do this right and be the kind of man you want beside you. I need you to need me the same way I need you. I'm jealous of anyone that has been near you in the past, but as angry as I am at them for hurting you, I'm also glad that they weren't good for you, because that means you can be mine. I want you to be mine. I want you to meet my parents, and I want to meet yours. I want to spend my life with you. But if that scares you, then lets just start with today." Derek had been staring at Paul intently during the whole speech. Paul was worried he may have just made a huge mistake when Derek just stood silently after Paul had finished talking. Paul waited for a response in agony. "I want all that, too." Paul finally released the breath he realized he was holding before his relief was interrupted by Derek's next statement. "Except for one thing." Paul was once again waiting in agony, and afraid of what his diminutive lover was about to say. "I have been a virgin for twenty years." Derek paused. "I don't think I have the endurance to hold out much longer." Paul felt his mouth go dry, and his heart skip a beat before it recovered, thundering so hard he was sure Derek's neighbors could hear it. When Derek added, "I think we should spend at least part of the day shopping for condoms and lube," Paul was surprised there was enough blood left in his body to keep him conscious, considering the throbbing erection in his jeans. He fought for self control, torn between tossing Derek on the bed and having a repeat of last night, or carrying him to the truck and speeding to the nearest sex store. Derek moved away from Paul's arms to rummage in his closet. "We should probably go get you a few changes of clothes to keep here." Derek said as he pulled out a shirt, he turned to look at Paul dubiously. "There's no way you will fit in any of my clothes. You would look like you shopped at Baby Gap." Paul decided the best thing he could do right now was wait for Derek to get ready. Once he was they could drive back to the dorm, so Paul could get a fresh change of clothes. He would need a few others to keep at Derek's apartment. Paul suddenly had an image of his large clothes hanging in the closet next to Derek's smaller clothes, the thought filled him with extreme contentment. He stood and watched Derek pull on a black shirt with the Flash symbol on it. Paul suspected that this one had been customized, because the lightning bolt was bordered by hot pink. The sides of the shirt had several horizontal cuts that revealed hot pink underneath. Derek put on the same belt and shoe he had worn yesterday, once he grabbed his keys and a wallet he turned to Paul and said, "I'm ready." Paul looked Derek up and down before letting out an appreciative, "Nice." Moments later he was assisting Derek into the truck. The pair headed to the dorm while Paul dreamed of starting every day like this; with Derek by his side. Love Unexpected Ch. 04 If you are under 18 years of age, this is not for you. If you are offended by male/male relationships, then do not read this work. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. To my editor Colandra, thank you so much for all your help! This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All right reserved. * Paul carried Derek piggyback up the stairs to the dorm room, setting him down before unlocking the door and letting Derek step inside first. Paul was surprised to find John inside the room reading a textbook. John looked up to regard the pair with a knowing smirk. "I see you didn't come home last night," he said while smiling at Paul and waggling his eyebrows. Paul began to get angry not appreciating John's mocking tone, and afraid that John would embarrass Derek. Paul had never once mentioned the times John stayed over at one chick or another's place. When Paul heard Derek ask, "Jealous?" in a coy voice and saw the sexy smile his boyfriend aimed at John, he got angry for a different reason. Paul watched John blush profusely and quickly dive back into his book before turning to notice the smile on Derek's face had disappeared. It was replaced with a scowling, almost angry look; Paul immediately realized how stupid his misplaced jealousy was. It seemed Derek had his own way of dealing with people who went too far. Paul watched as Derek rolled his eyes, sighed and turned his attention back to Paul. Paul nodded toward his bed, and Derek plopped down to wait. Paul picked out some clean clothes and stepped into the bathroom, conscious of John's presence in the small room. Paul pulled on a fresh pair of boxers, faded jeans, and a tight black tee shirt that showed off his muscled body. He already knew that Derek liked his build, so he was going to use it to his advantage. Paul smiled as he realized it had been a long time since he had dressed with someone else in mind. He finished off with deodorant and a spritz of cologne. He wondered if he should shave when he noticed his stubble. He decided he didn't have time, because he didn't want Derek to be uncomfortable since he was stuck in the room with John. After one last check in the mirror, Paul exited the bathroom. Paul tossed his clothes in the hamper on his side of the room, slipped on his sandals, and put on a belt. He looked at Derek, who was still sitting on the bed, and said, "Alright Babe, if you are ready, I guess we can head out. I'm getting kind of hungry." He held out his hand to Derek, and Derek took it, allowing Paul to pull him up from his sitting position. Paul waited until they were in the hall to drop down where Derek could get on his back again before they headed towards the stairs. Paul stood, Derek once again piggyback, and turned to pull the door closed behind him. John was grinning from behind his textbook and gave Paul a big thumbs up. Paul sighed and shook his head, pulling the door closed, trying to hide the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. It seemed John was over his earlier chastisement from Derek and back to his playful self. Paul had to admit that he really treasured John as a friend. "So, what is the plan for today?" Paul asked Derek. "What do you think about having lunch in the park today? We could get some sandwiches from the sub shop and buy some drinks and chips at the gas station." "Perfect," Paul said. They reached the truck, and once they were both settled and buckled in, Paul headed to get them some food. The sub shop had a drive-thru, so Derek didn't have to worry about getting out. Paul just asked him what kind of drinks and chips he wanted to keep him from having to get out at the gas station. Once they had their food he drove them towards the park. "I noticed some nice, shaded spots at the park yesterday," Paul said. "Near the stream?" Derek asked. "Yeah." "They were down a little bit of a hill. I don't know if I should risk that in my brace." "If you can hold onto the food and blanket, I can carry you down the hill." Paul said. He was actually enjoying being able to carry Derek around. It ensured that anyone who saw them together would know they were a couple. When he looked at Derek and noticed his small smile, Paul realized he had been found out. He smiled to himself as he pulled into a parking spot. A few minutes later they were spread out on the blanket, right next to the stream. Paul had kicked off his shoes and Derek followed suit, starting with his Converse and then gently pulling off his brace. "Are you allowed to do that?" Paul asked. "As long as I don't put any weight on it, it's okay. I was thinking about putting it in the water when we are done eating." "That sounds good." Paul spread out the food so Derek could easily reach it and they ate picnic style. Paul chuckled at the different amount of food that they had, Derek had ordered only a six inch sub while Paul had ordered two, twelve inch subs. Paul gathered the trash when they were done, and walked to the nearest garbage can to throw it away before retuning to lie down on the blanket. Derek was already stretched out on his back with his eyes closed. "You better not go to sleep," Paul teased. Paul laughed when Derek only opened one eye to look at Paul. "You said you were twenty, right? So are you in your second year here?" Paul asked. "Nah. It's my first semester. When I graduated I went with my parents to Europe for a year, they were working there at the time. I decided to go to school here because they have a killer Biology department, and it's my dad's alma mater." "You lived in Europe for a year? That's pretty cool. I just came here because they offered me a great scholarship. There aren't too many of those for rugby, you know. They have a really good athletics department here, too. I always thought I would enjoy being a physical therapist, so that's what my major is," Paul said. "That seems like something that would fit you," Derek said before asking, "What do your parents do?" "Well, my mom owns a dress shop back home. She rents out tuxes and does a lot of alterations. Every now and then she will design and make a wedding dress. She really loves doing that, and she always says that she would do that exclusively, if the dresses weren't almost always attached to a pain-in-the-ass bride. With the dress shop and everything, I think she was hoping I would be a more stereotypical gay son." Paul laughed. " I've always liked guys, even when I was little. I guess I came out when I was in the first grade, because that's when I told my parents about the crush I had on the new kid at school. My parents are really great, they never once treated me like there was something wrong with me. I didn't really appreciate how amazing they were, until I got older." Paul paused, not sure if he should ask what he wanted to or not, Derek spoke before he got the chance. "My parents took my coming out pretty well, too. I didn't come out until I was fourteen. It wasn't that I was ashamed, I guess I was just confused. I always liked girls, and I liked to hang out with them, I still do. I was never attracted to them sexually though. Now that I look back, I guess I liked then the way you might like those expensive porcelain dolls that people collect; they can be extremely beautiful and although you might like to look at them, you don't pull them down and play with them." Derek paused, "Also if you are up close and personal with them too much, they can be a bit creepy." "That's actually a pretty good analogy," Paul said, laughing. Derek chuckled and continued talking. "I realized I was gay when I went to see a friend play at a garage band contest. I remember thinking that even though they sounded horrible, there was something about the way Jay was sweating and dancing on stage. Looking back, I realize I was just attracted to him sexually, but I thought it was love. It turned out that he was bi and we dated for a while, we broke up when I got tired of him just calling me when he wanted to mess around. I decided to come out to my parents after that, since I hated the sneaking around. I had really worked myself up for the worst. It was anticlimactic really, they just told me that they loved me. Then my dad said he better not catch any boys in my room. We all burst out laughing, even though I think he was serious." Paul watched as Derek grinned at him widely. "I probably shouldn't tell him that you are spending the night with me now, he might try to beat you up. He's even shorter than I am, but that wouldn't stop him." The two men laughed. "If you were my son," Paul said, "I'd make sure that whoever you were dating was treating you right, too. Hopefully your dad will realize I'm not messing around when I meet him." It wasn't the subtlest hint Paul had ever given. "I know he will, and yes, you can meet them when they come into town." Paul could hear the smile in Derek's voice. "My Dad only said something to me once about being gay, I was eighteen and had just graduated high school. The guy I had been dating had broken up with me because I told him I wasn't ready to have sex yet. He wasn't even willing to admit he was with me because he was still trying to act straight. I really cared about him, and when he dumped me I was devastated. I locked myself up in my room and refused to come out. After two days Mom got Dad to take the door off the hinges. Once he got it down he took one look in my room and he told Mom to go back downstairs. He came in the room with me. I was laying on the bed, just like I had been for days. He looked at me and said, 'Derek, just because you're gay, it doesn't mean you have to settle for whatever crap comes along. You are a man, have some pride. It's okay to hold out until you meet the right person. I know it may take longer than if you were straight, but good things are worth the wait. Now, for your mother's sake, get up get a shower and eat something. In that order.' When he was done talking he just walked out of the room and put the door back on its hinges. That was the last time I dated. I know my Dad will like you, especially when I tell them you are the same guy who rescued me." Paul squeezed Derek's hand before saying, "I'd like it if you came home with me during our next break and meet my family. I know my parents will love you, they told me a long time ago that they would love who I loved, as long as that person loved me, too." Paul looked at Derek, and Derek looked at Paul. When Derek scooted next to Paul and propped his head on Paul's arm like a pillow, Paul knew that all the pains from the past were through. He knew that life was never without struggles, but he felt ready to face anything with Derek at his side. He knew in his heart that Derek felt the same way. Paul absentmindedly played with Derek's hair and enjoyed the perfect moment he had been granted. ***** A nudge in Paul's side caused him to wake up. Derek was smiling down at him. "We both fell asleep," Derek said. "It' almost four o'clock now. I wanted to go put my feet in the water and I need some help, since I can't put weight on my foot without my brace on. Want to go wading with me?" Paul leaned forward and kissed Derek before standing up. He yawned and stretched out, raising his arms over his head as he leaned back and popped his neck. "I'm a little stiff from laying on the ground," Paul said after he was finished. He looked down to see Derek staring at him from his seat on the blanket, with a look on his face that made Paul surprised there wasn't drool coming from Derek's mouth. Paul suddenly felt...Sexy. He had never been looked at like that before that he could remember. Paul really wished that they weren't at a public place so that he could act on his sudden urge to pounce on his lover. He settled for scooping Derek in his arms and walking to the stream. He gently deposited his small cargo on the bank and sat beside him. Paul rolled up his pant legs so he could dangle his feet in the water. Derek rested his head on Paul's shoulder as they sat and swished their feet in the cool water. "I really like this park, I come jogging and ride my bike here pretty often." Derek said after they had sat for a few minutes. "We should exchange schedules, that way we can see when we can hang out," Paul said. "I don't have a bike, but I jog on days I'm not working out in the training room. I wouldn't mind getting a bike so we could ride together, I actually think I would really enjoy that." "That would be nice. Of course, I have to wear the brace for a while longer, I'm going to be a bit out of shape when I can get rid of it in a month." Derek said. "I'm sure we can find some way for you to get exercise without using your foot." Paul smiled down at Derek's blushing face. "Yeah. I guess we should go get that stuff I was talking about before." Paul suddenly felt like I was very hot as Derek buried his blushing face into Paul's shoulder. "I haven't really had any use for them before." "Me either," Paul said. "I have done quite a bit of, um, research." "Me, too." Derek's voice was now muffled from the cotton of Paul's shirt. "I've read a lot, and...other stuff." Paul's brain was suddenly filled with what exactly that "other stuff" meant. Images of Derek pleasuring himself had Paul feeling like he should be soaking his head in the water, instead of his feet. He wondered if he could get Derek to show him that "other stuff" sometime. "You ready to go do some shopping?" Paul could hear the huskiness in his own voice. "Yes." That was all Paul needed to know. The pair was back in Paul's truck in record time. ***** The nearest adult store, Exotix, was a half hour drive from the campus. Paul had to force himself to drive within the speed limit. "Have you ever been to..." Paul trailed off, uncertain what term he could use besides 'sex store.' He was relieved when Derek answered the unfinished question. "Yeah, I have gone in one once before. I was curious, but because I was there alone I just felt awkward." Paul listened as Derek added in a small voice, "And the one I went in was kind of creepy." "I have gone in some before," Paul said, "but I haven't ever actually bought anything. I've never been to this one, though. It looks really nice from the outside, and I overheard one of the rugby girls saying the people there were really helpful." "Yeah, I actually have some friends that talked about it, too. They go there pretty regular," Derek said. "It's definitely gay friendly, and they have invited me a few times, but I just didn't want to go shopping someplace like that with my friends." Paul glanced at Derek to see him shifting in the passenger seat nervously. "Well, now you can go with your boyfriend instead." Paul felt like they were taking a big step as a couple. He was glad that they could be open and honest with each other. Paul tried to make small talk, but the closer they got to the store the quieter it became in the truck's cab. By the time Paul had parked, helped Derek out of the truck and the pair had walked towards the door, neither were looking at each other or speaking. It was a big step for them, but for some reason Paul knew they were each feeling a bit embarrassed. Paul took a deep breath and stepped in the door behind Derek. There were mannequins everywhere. Paul was almost overwhelmed at the different costumes and lingerie options on display, most for women, but there were several set up for men, too. Paul's envisioning Derek in each one was interrupted by a voice. "Can I help you gentlemen this afternoon?" The speaker was a smiling, middle aged woman, dressed in slacks and a tee shirt that had an Exotix logo on it. Something about her seemed open and friendly, and she put Paul at ease. "We were just looking for condoms and lube," Paul told her. Derek had an extremely embarrassed look on his face, but the woman just smiled and nodded. Soon they were looking at an entire wall of various types of lubrication, and a seemingly endless condom display. "This section right here is probably more of what you are looking for," she said as she indicated a specific area. "These are a bit thicker, but still perfectly safe for use with condoms. If you need any help, or have any questions please feel free to ask me." With that she left them to ponder their choices. Derek stepped up to the assortment of vials, bottles, and boxes to study them closely. Paul thought it was adorable the way Derek carefully read each one he picked up. While Derek looked, Paul began to peruse the collection on his own. He was really surprised at how many options there were. He looked at the possible choices: flavored, some that heated, cooled, tingled and even some that numbed to help with endurance. He couldn't decide. "How about this one?" Derek asked, holding out a box to Paul. Paul took it and saw that it was an assortment of several different kinds, some of which he had just been looking at. "Perfect." Paul said to Derek before handing the box back to him. "One down," Derek said as he took back the box. They walked to look at the wall of condoms, where once again Paul was astounded at all the choices: boxes of condoms, individually packaged condoms, condoms that glowed in the dark, colored condoms, latex free condoms, flavored condoms, condoms with studs, condoms with or without lube, and at least ten different shape options. He suddenly felt that the research he had worked so hard on wasn't much use. The only thing Paul was sure of was that they didn't need the condoms that were spermicidal. While Paul was staring, obviously unable to choose, Derek once again made a selection and offered the box to Paul. It was what Paul would call a normal box of condoms, except they were the extra large size. Paul smiled at Derek and picked a matching box in the regular size. The look Derek was giving Paul was one of sheer panic, his eyes were wide and he was shaking his head frantically. Paul couldn't help himself; he laughed. Paul leaned down where only Derek would be able to hear him before whispering, "It's for the mess, Baby. I'm not asking you to top if you don't want, I'm fine with that." The look of relief on Derek's face was almost comical. Paul chuckled again and kissed the top of Derek's head. "Want to look around?" Paul asked Derek. "Sure." Derek reached out and took Paul's hand. They walked through the store, stopping now and then to look at different things. Paul was a bit intrigued when they came across a section with an assortment of restrains for bondage play. He looked questioningly at Derek before moving in for a closer look. When Paul saw Derek's hand reach out and stroke the inside of a soft looking pair of cuffs on display, he added another package to the items they already had. They continued around the rest of the store, sometime laughing at what they saw. When they didn't find anything else they went to the register, which was when they noticed a door that had a sign on it saying you must show I. D. to enter. The same woman who had helped them earlier was behind the counter now, and asked if they were interested in the DVD and toy room. Paul was interested, but he didn't think he or Derek were ready for that yet. "Maybe next time," Paul said before laying their selection on the counter. Paul wanted to object when Derek took the lube and the extra large sized condoms, obviously intending to pay for them, but the look on Derek's face shut him up. Once Derek had paid, Paul stepped up and bought the rest. Their loot was placed in innocent looking bags and they exited the store with a friendly 'have a good evening' at their backs. Paul thought it was obvious that they did, indeed, plan to have a good evening. Love Unexpected Ch. 04 Once they were settled back in the truck Paul felt like the sexual tension was suffocating him. He glanced at Derek and noticed that he seemed to be squirming uncomfortably. "You okay?" Paul asked, concerned that Derek might be in pain. When Derek answered by blushing and adjusting his crotch, Paul understood. He suddenly found himself mirroring Derek's actions. When they were finally back inside the apartment Paul took the bags from Derek and pulled out the cuffs and the assorted lube, he tore open the packaging and pulled out the self-warming lube. He left the condoms in the bag and tossed it on the couch before picking Derek up and carrying him to the bedroom, closing the door behind them. "We can get to those later tonight, after we get back from meeting your friends." Paul said. "Good idea," Derek answered, as Paul carefully lowered him to the floor. Paul smiled when he noticed Derek's voice was already becoming husky. Paul moved forward, backing Derek's smaller frame against the door. Paul dropped the cuffs and lube within reaching distance, before he pulled Derek's shirt off and knelt to take off Derek's lone shoe. Paul moved to Derek's waist next, and unbuckled the studded belt. He purposely grazed the bulge in Derek's jeans as he unzipped them, before sliding the jeans down. He removed them from Derek's right leg and pushed them as far as the brace would allow on the left. Paul could hear Derek breathing heavily, like he couldn't get enough air in his lungs. It made Paul even more turned on, if possible, to hear the effect of his actions on his lover. Paul made sure to watch Derek's face while reaching for the wrist cuffs. Once he retrieved them from the floor, he took Derek's trembling hands in his own and kissed each wrist. Paul then moved Derek's hands behind his back, watching for a sign that Derek didn't want this. Paul realized how much trust was being put into him when Derek allowed his hands to be restrained. The cuffs had no lock, instead they closed with Velcro, but there was no way Derek could free himself in the position Paul currently had him in; Derek's back against the door and Paul kneeling in front of him. Paul reached from his kneeling position and peeled Derek's underwear down his legs, freeing his swollen, weeping, erection. Once Derek's right leg was free, Paul hooked it over his shoulder. Paul moved in close, pinning Derek against the wall and forcing him to support his weight with the leg currently over Paul's shoulder. Paul placed his left hand on Derek's right thigh, helping him balance from his perch, as Paul used his right hand to gently remove the brace, jeans, and underwear from Derek's left leg. Paul gently lifted Derek's newly freed leg, and placed it on his shoulder. Derek was spread out, completely vulnerable, right in Paul's face. Paul felt his mouth water. Without any warning Paul pushed forward. A surprised gasp escaped Derek as his smaller frame was raised several inches, and his arms were pinned firmly between his own back and the door. Paul squeezed some of the lube into his right hand, before closing the bottle and placing it back on the floor where he could reach it if he needed to. Paul turned his head and began nibbling on the inside of a captive thigh. Paul could feel every muscle twitch, shiver and breath Derek made, each one made Paul feel like he could continue this forever. Paul suddenly remembered something. "How much time do we have before we need to leave?" "What?" Derek's voice was rough with arousal and confusion. Paul chuckled, knowing exactly why Derek was having trouble focusing. "The show tonight. To be there on time, when do we need to leave?" Paul tried to make his statement as clear as possible. "They start at ten, we need to be there by nine thirty." Derek said, his voice still strained. Paul did a quick mental calculation, they had about three hours, minus one to eat something before the show. That left him with two hours, he could definitely work with that. Paul returned his attention to the feast presently spread before him and began nibbling again. The feeling of having Derek's weight on him and having Derek completely at his mercy filled him with a strange mix of power, lust and tenderness. Paul nibbled closer and closer to Derek's cock, but stopped right before his lips touched it. Derek made a disappointed sound and tried to push his hips into Paul's face. Paul easily pinned him back against the wall and placed his left hand at Derek's right hip, preventing him from repeating the move. Derek moaned piteously, and Paul ignored him. Paul turned his head to the other thigh and licked it with long, flat strokes of his tongue. Paul was loving the way he could feel each move Derek made. Derek was gasping and tossing his head back and forth. As he nibbled on Derek's inner thighs, Paul moved his right hand to explore between Derek's cheeks. Paul had been able to feel the lube warming in his hand, and he knew it was more intense for Derek as soon as he touched it to the sensitive flesh of Derek's ass. Paul enjoyed the hissing sound that Derek made. Paul finally allowed his mouth to move to Derek's jumping member. But he only gently licked the head, tasting pre cum, thrusting his tongue gently into the tiny slit of Derek's cock, teasing him over and over. He did the same with his fingers around Derek's twitching hole, only grazing it slightly then rubbing it firmly before moving away. Paul did this for a long time, listening to all the different sounds that Derek was making. Paul finally relented his teasing when it sounded like Derek might actually start sobbing. Though Paul would like to see Derek that desperate, he decided to save that for sometime when he had time to torture his lover for hours. Paul smiled as he finally sank fully onto Derek's cock, pulling the entire length into his mouth and throat. Derek let out a ragged cry and tried to push into Paul, once again to no avail. Paul held him against the wall and began to work his tongue and throat on Derek's cock. He slid up Derek's cock, letting his tongue lathe the underside as the length slipped past his lips, rimming the edge of the head before sinking back down. He rubbed his fingers on Derek's pucker more forcefully, timing it with the ministrations of his mouth. He began bobbing his head slowly, continuing his assault on the sensitive area just beneath the head of Derek's cock. He pulled away until only the head was in his mouth before moving back down the pulsing length. Over and over he did this, gradually picking speed with both his mouth and his fingers. Paul could tell when Derek was getting close just by listening to the change in his moans. When he heard the tell tale pitch of Derek's voice, he sucked hard and fast before finally pulling Derek into his throat and pushing his finger into Derek's rippling recess at the same time. Derek's seed shot straight down Paul's throat, and Paul swallowed it, not even tasting his lover's essence this time. Derek jerked and shuddered, crying out Paul's name over and over as he clenched around Paul's fingers, and came into his throat. Paul had to hold Derek up once the orgasm was over, because Derek had dissolved into a boneless mass. He shifted Derek over his shoulder and carried him to the bed, caveman style. He lowered him to the bed softly, mindful that Derek wasn't wearing his brace, before stripping and laying out beside him. Paul removed the cuffs from Derek's wrists, and checked to make sure they hadn't hurt him. Paul could see slight indentations, but nothing more than what would be left behind by a watch. Paul was sure the position had put some strain on his lover, so he rolled Derek on his stomach and massaged his shoulders and arms. Derek allowed Paul to do this for several minutes before he began to stir. Paul watched as Derek sat up carefully and nudged Paul's chest, indicting he wanted Paul to move up the bed, before pushing him down on his back. Paul lie back on the bed, and almost choked when Derek turned towards him with a devilish smile. He was holding the cuffs in his hands. Paul felt Derek slither up his body deliberately, before straddling his chest and pulling Paul's hands over his head. Paul nodded at Derek's quizzical expression and felt the cuffs being closed over one wrist, before being wound behind the headboard and then enclosing his other wrist. Paul suddenly had a new appreciation for what he had asked of Derek. His arms were restrained over his head and Derek was straddling his naked body. Paul had never felt more vulnerable. Paul also felt extremely turned on. "Now it's my turn," Derek purred. Paul was sure Derek was retaliating for the torture Paul had put him through. Paul watched helplessly as Derek began to rub against his body, taking his own pleasure while ignoring Paul's painful erection. Derek's member was beginning to show signs of life as he rubbed it on Paul's chest and stomach, always holding it tantalizingly close to Paul's mouth before moving out of reach. "Mmmmm, your hair is sooo sexy," the sex kitten on Paul's chest was saying. The trail of pre cum he was leaving behind proved his words. Paul pulled against his restrains, desperate to catch that smooth cock and taste it again. The pressure at his wrists reminded him he was tied, and he groaned as if in pain. Paul was shocked by his own pleading voice. He looked into Derek's eyes, and Derek laughed at him mockingly. "So you can dish it out, but you can't take it?" Paul was a little surprised at Derek's aggressiveness, and realized that it was probably due to Paul being restrained. Whatever the reason, it was incredibly arousing. And more than a bit frustrating. Paul gave Derek a threatening look to which Derek responded by laughing and grinding his hardness against Paul's abs. When Derek leaned down and nibbled on Paul's nipple, Paul tested the strength of the cuffs, and the integrity of the headboard. Both held. It was now Paul's turn to pant between clenched teeth. Derek seemed extremely pleased by Paul's reactions, and began to lathe and nip at Paul's nipples in earnest, moving back and forth between the pair. Paul groaned and gnashed his teeth, trying to endure. He couldn't seem to control the rhythmic thrusting his hips were doing, seeking to connect his cock with anything to relieve some pressure. Derek moved his hands to Paul's cropped hair and began massaging his scalp while assaulting his nipples, the combination had Paul begging for mercy. "Derek, Baby, please..." Paul growled out through clenched teeth. Derek only paused for a second. "What is it, Paul? Please what?" Derek continued his torture. "Tell me what you need so bad that you would beg for it." "Suck me, stroke me, grind against me," Paul knew he sounded desperate, but he continued begging anyway. "I don't care how, just please, Derek, let me come!" Derek laughed. "Your wish is my command." Paul's mouth went dry when Derek moved his hips over Paul's face, lowering himself into Paul's eagerly waiting mouth before wrapping one hand around Paul's throbbing cock. Despite Derek's earlier bravado, Paul could feel the trembling muscles as Derek's cock sank into his mouth, and Derek's mouth sank onto Paul's length. Paul went to work with his mouth in earnest, knowing he couldn't last long. He felt for the Velcro strap on one wrist, and with a quick jerk he was free. Paul could feel Derek's shocked cry travel through his cock when he began shallowly pumping a finger in Derek's still wet sphincter. Derek was moaning and sucking for all he was worth, each vibration an added stimulant to Paul's already aching cock. Paul fought the rising heat is his groin, desperate to hold off until his lover had release, too. When he growled around the rod in his mouth and suckled it with all his strength, he was rewarded with a hot burst of cum and a tight squeeze and cry around his own cock. Derek had removed his mouth, but managed to continue pumping Paul while they came simultaneously. Once Paul floated back down, he forced his limbs into action, first removing the remaining cuff from his wrist before gently moving Derek into a position where he would be easier to carry. Only then did Paul realize that when Derek had pulled his mouth off Paul's cock, he had taken most of the cum in the face. The sight made Paul suddenly very upset that they had to get ready to meet Derek's friends tonight. "You cheated," the cum covered Derek mumbled from his place in Paul's arms. Paul chuckled. "You didn't complain while you were coming in my mouth." Derek blushed and said nothing. Paul moved them to the bathroom and turned on the shower. He placed his lover in the spray, kissing him tenderly before soaping a washcloth and washing them both clean. Derek sighed contentedly, and leaned into Paul once they were finished. Paul noticed there was cum in Derek's hair, so he shampooed and conditioned it too, before shutting off the water. He wrapped Derek in a clean towel and dried himself off before carrying Derek to the bedroom, so he could put on his brace. Paul gathered their clothes while Derek went to the bathroom to fix his hair. The pair was soon dressed and on their way to eat at the cafeteria before heading to the club to meet Derek's friends. Love Unexpected Ch. 05 If you are under 18 years of age, this is not for you. If you are offended by male/male relationships, then do not read this work. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All right reserved. You only get one body, protect yourself and practice safe sex. To my editor Colandra, thank you so much for helping me with my first story! I truly appreciate all the time and effort you put in to help Paul and Derek come alive. I hope you enjoyed getting to know them. To my readers, thank you so much for going on this journey with me. I really appreciated all the comments that you give me, they help me along. This is the conclusion of Paul and Derek's story. As of now, I don't have any plans to expand on Love Unexpected. (I do reserve the right to change my mind, after all, it is a woman's prerogative.) Please continue to watch for new stories. I am planning to branch into fantasy/adventure next. * Paul drove as Derek gave him directions to their destination. Paul knew the area, but he had never been to this bar. Derek told him where to park, and they exited the truck and walked to a back entrance. Paul followed Derek, who moved ahead and was calling out a greeting to a group of five people standing at the back door. From the way they were dressed, Paul knew that they must be the band performing. Tight pants, open shirts, shiny fabric, spiked hair, piercings, and eyeliner were everywhere he looked. Paul's eyes were drawn to one guy in particular. He stood out even among all the dramatic styles. Paul couldn't help but notice how extraordinarily good looking the guy was. He was a bit shorter than Paul, and had a fairly muscular build. Unlike the others, his chocolate colored hair wasn't dyed, and it fell in perfect loose ringlets past his shoulders. His dark rimmed green eyes were so vivid that Paul could see them even from this distance. Paul suddenly felt like an ogre being in such close proximity with him. "All right! You made it!" Pretty Boy was saying to Derek. Paul didn't like it when the speaker pulled Derek into a big hug. "We weren't sure if you'd be up for tonight, since you had a rough week and all." Paul felt himself scowling and tried to control himself; he didn't want to make a bad impression. "I'm fine," Derek pulled away from the hug and turned to smile at Paul. "Besides, there's someone I wanted you guys to meet." Paul felt himself being scrutinized, especially by Pretty Boy. He didn't care for it. He took the hand that Derek held out to him. When Derek smiled at Paul, he felt himself calm down a bit. Derek turned back to the group. "This is Paul, my boyfriend." "Nice to meet you," Paul said to the group. "Damn, they know how to grow them where you come from," Pretty Boy said. "I'm Chris, it's nice to meet you." Paul shook the offered hand and was introduced to the rest of the band. When they began to move inside, Paul noticed Chris put his arm around Derek and whisper something in his ear. Derek was blushing and speaking back in hushed tones, Chris threw back his head and laughed. He looked Paul right in the eye before kissing Derek's cheek. It was a good thing Derek had Paul's hand and was pulling him towards a table near the stage, because Paul was seeing red. Paul tried to talk to Derek once they were seated, but it was so loud it was hard to hear each other. Paul really wanted to ask Derek about Chris, but he gave up because he didn't like screaming in Derek's ear. Paul began to calm down when Derek scooted his chair as close to Paul as possible, and snuggled up to him. Paul sighed and put his arm around Derek. By the time the band took the stage, Paul felt almost completely calm. By the end of the first set, Paul was back to being agitated. The band was good. Really good. Chris had an amazing voice, and his fingers moved on his guitar gracefully. He moved around the stage like sex on legs. Paul had never felt more insecure in his life as he did when Derek sang along and cheered Chris's name between songs. At the end of the first set, Paul excused himself and found the bathroom. When he came back to the table, Chris was sitting next to Derek again, and had his arm around Derek's shoulders. He was in Paul's seat. Paul sat back down in another chair, forcing himself to breathe deep. As soon as he sat back down, Derek let him know he was going to the bathroom, too. Paul was left alone with a smirking Chris. He sat silently, not really wanting to engage in conversation with his obvious competition, even though the music wasn't as loud now. It seemed he wasn't going to be left in peace. "So," Chris started, "What has Derek said about me?" Chris was still smirking as he leaned back his chair and ran his hand through his silken curls. "Nothing," Paul said in a clipped tone. "Oh, that's too bad. He told me all about you. How you rescued him, how sweet you are, how well you treat him." Chris rocked his chair back to sit on all four legs, moving closer to Paul before adding, "There's one thing that I just don't believe though." Paul sat stone still, he was sure he wouldn't like whatever Chris was about to say. He braced himself. Chris moved his mouth right next to Paul's ear. "There's no way a rugby jock like you hasn't fucked somebody." Paul's vision blurred and he could hear roaring in his ears. A second later he was standing with Chris's collar in his hands. Chris's feet were no longer touching the floor. "What did you just say to me?" Paul gave Chris a firm shake to let him know he wasn't screwing around. Chris's face was pale with fear. He was trying to pry Paul's fingers from his shirt, to no avail. "Want to run that by me one more time?" He flexed his muscles and raised Chris a few more inches off the floor. Paul was not a violent person. His size made him dangerous enough, so people who were willing to confront him were few and far between. Even though he knew Chris was no match for him, he couldn't stop the rush of rage and the pounding of blood in his head. He truly felt like shaking Chris like a rag doll, and what tiny bit of control he still had left was slipping. People were beginning to take notice of the situation. Paul couldn't have cared less, he was focused on the man in front of him. "Paul!" The sound of Derek's voice brought Paul's attention to Derek. "What the hell are you doing?" "Did you tell him I was a virgin?" Paul's voice was a growl. It had to be a mistake, he didn't know how Chris had found out, but he was sure his Derek wouldn't have told him. When he watched Derek freeze, and saw the blood drain from his face, Paul had his answer. A sharp pain shot through his heart. Paul released his grip on Chris, letting him fall and stumble to the floor. He turned and walked towards the door, he needed a moment away from anyone else. He could hear Derek shouting something at Chris, but he just ignored them. He felt so betrayed. How could Derek tell someone something so personal? Paul had shared something with Derek, and Derek had told that to someone Paul didn't even know. Not only did he not know Chris, but the way Chris and Derek interacted made him feel uneasy. It didn't matter that it was Derek's friend, Paul would never have shared Derek's secret with someone else without his permission. "Paul! I'm sorry! I can explain!" Paul could hear Derek trying to catch up to him. He unlocked his truck and climbed inside. "Paul, please! Wait! Just let me explain!" Derek was standing where Paul was unable to close the door. Paul just turned and stared at him. "How could you tell that asshole? Why? Why would you tell him something that was between us? Are you making fun of me? I never thought you would be that kind of person." Paul didn't care that his voice was shaking. "No! Paul, I swear, I am not making fun of you." Paul could hear Derek's voice wavering. He fought the urge to pull him in his arms and comfort him. Before he would do that, he had to know what possessed Derek to share their private business. Derek took a long breath before slowly releasing it. "I was asking him for advice." "What? What kind of advice?" Paul studied Derek's face and watched it turn a deep shade of pink. It took a few moments before he spoke. "Sex. I asked him for advice about sex." Paul searched Derek's face for any sign that he was lying. "You asked him for advice about sex? I thought you said you did a lot of research..." Paul trailed off. "I have, but I wanted advise from someone who had experience." Derek looked at Paul pointedly. "I don't understand. How could asking that guy give you any help?" "Because, he's like me." Derek turned even more red. "Wait...Are you saying Chris is a bottom?" Derek nodded. Paul suddenly felt realization dawn on him. A large part of his anger faded away. "He was testing me." Paul's voice was monotone. "He wanted to see my reaction when I found out what you told him." Paul realized that Chris probably thought Paul was lying to Derek, trying to get him into bed. Paul could appreciate Chris looking out for Derek, but he wasn't happy with the manipulative nature Chris had used. Things had almost gotten very ugly. He turned to see that Derek still had a panicked look on his face, and his knuckles were white from his grip on the door. He let out a long sigh. "Okay. I understand why you told him." Paul looked at Derek. "I'm not happy, but I do understand." Paul exited the truck and led Derek to the passenger side. Paul could tell that Derek was very near to bursting into tears. Paul cleared his throat, he wanted to be gentle, but he needed to make himself clear. "Derek, I understand, but I am still angry. I don't want to have to worry about hearing our sex lives from some other guy's mouth." "I didn't tell him about that stuff." Paul was glad Derek's voice sounded more calm. "I just told him that I was nervous about taking that next step, and I accidentally let it slip that you were nervous, too." "So, that's what happened." Paul was glad that Derek hadn't just been blabbing about their intimate moments to someone else. Even so, he didn't want a repeat of tonight. "Just be careful to keep that stuff between us from now on, okay Babe?" Derek had stared at his lap and nodded. Paul reached under his chin and tilted his head up. He kissed him tenderly, showing him that he wasn't angry anymore. Paul pulled away after a Derek began moaning into his mouth, no longer in the mood to listen to the band. "Let's go." Derek nibbled on his lip and nodded. Paul got in the truck and they rode in silence back to Derek's apartment. ***** Paul's anger was completely calm by the time they were back inside the apartment. While his anger was gone, it was replaced with anticipation for what was to come. Paul used the bathroom and waited patiently for Derek to do the same. When Derek exited, Paul was waiting for him. He tossed Derek over his shoulder and carried him back into the bathroom. He turned on the water, and while he let it warm up he stripped Derek and then himself. He lifted Derek and kissed him passionately, enjoying the feeling of the erection rubbing his hard stomach. Derek wrapped his legs around Paul, and Paul stepped into the shower. Paul needed to take the edge off of his arousal. From the way Derek was thrusting against him, he was sure Derek needed the same. He lowered Derek so that his erection could slide between Derek's cheeks, rubbing his sensitive pucker with each stroke. Within only minutes, Derek's fingers were massaging Paul's head, and Paul was sucking on that Monroe piercing. Very soon the feel of Derek moving his hips to rub on Paul's cock was too much. Paul erupted, shooting ropes of cum into the shower. He reached between their bodies and fisted Derek's slick erection. He rubbed his thumb across the rosy tip and pumped. Derek was coating them both in seconds. Their thirst slackened, Paul held Derek and kissed him for a long time, just standing in the spray. He finally broke off the kiss and gently set Derek down so he could wash them both off. He washed them thoroughly, but quickly, eager to get his hot little lover into bed. Tonight they were going to cross the last threshold. Paul dried Derek, slowly stroking his body with the towel, before drying himself much faster. He lifted Derek into his arms and carried him to the bed, pulling down the covers and depositing him into the bed. He gathered the lube and condoms, grabbed a towel and put them next to the bed. Paul looked down at Derek lying on the bed, fully displayed to Paul's burning gaze. He was finding hard to pull air into his lungs. He felt a tremendous amount of love, more than he ever realized was possible. Tonight would be a cherished memory for both him and Derek, he was going to make sure of that. Paul felt the weight of his responsibility to take care of Derek. He was going to show Derek how special he was to him, and that he was man enough to be Derek's man. Paul rested his body on top of Derek's smaller body. In this position he could really notice the differences in their stature. He practically engulfed Derek. Derek spread his legs to allow Paul to lie between them. Paul kissed Derek's lips softly and trailed more kisses down his neck. He found a sensitive spot when he reached Derek's collarbone. When he heard an encouraging moan, he focused on that spot, licking and sucking. When he bit at it gently, Derek cried out. Paul bit harder and Derek bucked under him. He could feel Derek's penis coming to life. He sucked hard enough to bring blood to the surface of the skin, marking his territory. Paul pulled away, admiring the red blotch on perfect skin. He began kissing all over Derek's small pectorals, slowly circling to the nipple that was getting more and more pebbled. When Paul finally scraped his teeth across the tiny bud, Derek was twitching and running his fingers through Paul's cropped hair. Paul worried the little nubbin, listening to Derek's reactions to find out what he liked. Paul nipped it and bit it gently, holding it in place as he flicked his tongue across it repeatedly. Derek gripped his head tightly and rocked his hips into Paul, rubbing his erection on Paul's stomach. Paul moved to the other side and repeated the entire process. Paul abandoned Derek's ravished nipples after a while and peppered kisses all over his abs. He licked up and down that beautiful calla lily tattoo, before moving down to nip at his hipbones. He lathed them with his tongue and slowly lifted Derek's leg. He traced the crease of Derek's thigh, sucking hard enough to make another mark. He trailed his tongue across to the other thigh, sliding underneath Derek's sac, to place a matching mark in the crease of his other leg. Derek was panting audibly and pushing up his hips in a slow rhythm. Paul felt powerful knowing he was causing Derek's movement. Paul placed his hand under Derek's knees and pushed up, opening his legs more and granting his mouth better access to his target. He licked up the underside of Derek's stiff rod. He could taste the pre cum that was running down the shaft. He flicked his tongue over the wet head before swirling it down to Derek's balls. He sucked one into his mouth, eliciting a mewling cry from Derek. He suckled and massaged with his mouth, switching back and forth between the pair. At the same time he wrapped a hand around Derek's cock, holding it gently while rubbing the sensitive frenulum in slow circles, testing his lover's patience. He only stopped when Derek was begging so loudly that he was concerned they might be overheard. He kept up his movements on Derek's cock, but moved his mouth lower, licking the seam that lead to Derek's hole over and over. When he sucked the seam into his mouth, Derek cried out and came all over them with no warning. Paul loved the shocked look on Derek's face, it seemed his lover hadn't been expecting it either. He chuckled while he cleaned them off with the towel. Paul placed some pillows on the floor and knelt on them before he flipped Derek onto his stomach and lifted his hips. Derek allowed himself to be raised onto his knees facing the wall, with his butt towards Paul. Paul placed the towel under Derek's stomach to protect the sheets. He settled back on his knees. He reached out and spread Derek's cheeks and enjoyed the view for several moments. Paul leaned in and ran his lips over that tight little pucker, loving the tiny spasms he could feel. He breathed in the clean scent of soap. Paul licked around Derek's hole, and Derek yelped in shock. "Paul! What are you...OOOoooooo." Paul twirled his tongue in circles, he reached between Derek's legs and slowly stroked his cock. It was getting hard again, apparently recovering from his second orgasm. Paul reached for the lube he had chosen, this time a plain bottle, and slicked up the fingers on his right hand. He replaced his tongue with his index finger and swirled it around, coating the area with lube, before pushing his finger all the way in. Derek's familiar heat sucked him in and Derek let out a long moan, Paul felt the cock in his hand harden and lengthen further. Paul wriggled his finger around before sliding out and adding another. He was surprised at how easily his fingers were being accepted. He stroked a few more times before adding a third. This time he felt resistance and heard a hiss from Derek. He stopped all movement of his fingers. He could feel the guardian muscle pulsing around his three digits, and sense the tension in Derek's body. Paul leaned forward, careful not to move his fingers, and began nibbling and kissing the globes of Derek's ass. "You're so sexy, Baby. You're doing great, just relax and breathe." Paul continued to gently stroke Derek's cock, and he felt his small frame begin to breathe deeply and relax. When his fingers weren't being gripped so tightly, Paul slowly withdrew them before sliding them back in. Derek let out a grunt of pain, but didn't tighten up his body like before. Paul began searching for the spot he knew would be the key to Derek's pleasure while he gently thrust in and out. When he felt Derek's sphincter relax, allowing his fingers deeper, he found it. Derek arched his back and shouted wordlessly. Paul stopped stroking Derek's cock, not wanting him to come again just yet. Paul grazed the bump a few more times, feeling Derek push back against him, before removing his fingers. He reached for the box of condoms. Derek's hand shot out and caught his shoulder, pulling Paul back upright. "We're both virgins, you don't have to wear a condom." Derek paused, seeming to think of something. "Unless it grosses you out not to wear one." Paul was surprised there wasn't steam coming out his ears. A rush of heat shot to his cock at the thought of feeling Derek without any barrier between them. "Are you sure?" Paul asked. "I don't mind wearing one if you want me to." He wanted to make sure that Derek was doing this because it was what he wanted, not to please Paul. Derek looked at Paul with those deep black eyes, "I want to feel you inside me." Paul didn't need to hear anymore. He lubed up his raging erection and slicked more onto Derek's hole, thrusting his fingers in a few more times to make sure Derek was ready. Paul knelt behind Derek, lined up his head with Derek's ass, and pushed forward, gripping Derek's hips for leverage. The fat head of his cock popped in, and Derek clenched around him. Paul held still until he felt the muscle relax again. He pushed forward, inch by inch, allowing Derek to become used to his girth before moving further. After adding each inch, he pulled out and pushed back in, relishing the feel of being enveloped by Derek's gripping heat. Finally, he was sinking into Derek all the way to the hilt. It was like nothing Paul had ever experienced. It was hot and so tight, he was afraid he wouldn't last long enough to get Derek off again. Love Unexpected Ch. 05 "Ohhh, Derek. Baby, you're so tight. It feels amazing." Paul could feel Derek panting. He could feel every movement and spasm where they were connected."Almost too good," Paul growled out. He pulled out and adjusted his angle, searching for that pleasure spot inside of Derek. He knew he had found it when he slid back in. "Ahhh!" Derek screamed. Paul gritted his teeth as Derek rippled around him. He pulled out and slowly thrust back in, keeping that same angle and was rewarded with another scream and ripple. He began a slow rhythm. Very soon Derek was pushing back to meet his thrusts. He could see Derek gripping the sheets hard enough to turn his knuckles white. "Paul!" Derek was gasping out, "I'm gonna come! Please, Paul! Gonna cum!" Paul had never heard such a beautiful sound. He began pounding into the velvet heat that gripped him. It was rippling and clenching every time he hit Derek's prostate. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Derek was thrusting his hips back at Paul with real force now. Paul increased his grip, taking more of Derek's weight as he pounded into him relentlessly. "Come...inside me...Paul!" Derek panted out between thrusts before shuddering under Paul and screaming at the top of his lungs, "PAUL, I'M COMING! NNNNAHHHHH!" "DEREK!" Paul shouted, his own orgasm washing over him as he watched Derek's body wracked with pleasure. Paul felt like his balls turned inside out as Derek's channel clamped down on him and milked every drop of cum out of his body. Derek collapsed with a broken cry. Paul fell on top of him; his legs no longer able to support him. He kissed Derek's neck and shoulders as they lie catching their breath. Derek turned his face toward him to kiss him on the lips. They kissed leisurely, taking their time, relaxed from their orgasms moments ago. "I love you, Derek." Paul whispered into Derek's mouth. "I love you, Paul." Derek whispered back. They continued to kiss for a while before he added, "You were amazing, I can't believe you made me come my first time, without even touching me. That doesn't happen often from what I understand." "Yeah, that's what I thought, too." Paul rolled off of Derek and felt his softening penis slip out of Derek. He pulled him close to his chest to cuddle. "I'm glad our first time was so fantastic. It will only get better from here." Derek laughed, "I find that hard to believe." Paul laughed and kissed Derek's head. "Believe it, from now on I'll make sure you're so satisfied you will never want to be with anyone else." Derek leaned in and kissed Paul. "I'm already satisfied." Derek said solemnly. "Good. Now let's get a shower." Paul scooped up Derek and headed back to the shower. The sight of his cum dribbling down Derek's leg made him want to go another round. He decided against it when he noticed Derek swaying on his feet. They had all the time in the world. Paul washed them both and carried Derek back to bed. He cuddled Derek into him and felt Derek's hand trailing through the hair on his chest. Derek mumbled, "I love you." right before he fell asleep. "Me, too." Paul slipped into sleep with a smile on his face. He woke up with a groan. There was something warm and wet on his cock. He looked down to see Derek sucking and licking him all over his growing erection. "Babe?" Paul said quizzically. Not that he was complaining. Derek released him and twirled his tongue around the tip teasingly before looking up at Paul. "I want you again," Derek said with a deep rough voice. Paul wondered if he would ever be used to the different sides that Derek revealed of himself. He hoped not. "Come and get me then." Paul wanted to see what other things this side of Derek would do. He wasn't disappointed at the devilish smile he received as Derek went back to sucking and nibbling on him. Paul felt new waves of pleasure as Derek began stroking his fingernails through the hair on his stomach. Paul tugged Derek's mouth from his erection and moved on the bed so that he could suck on Derek, too. He took his time, licking him all over, tasting the salty fluid that was leaking steadily from the rounded tip. Derek began to mirror Paul's movements, sucking when he sucked, licking when he licked. Paul deep throated Derek, and Derek tried to do it also. Paul could feel him gagging around the thickness of his cock. Derek tried again and again, and Paul was amazed when he felt the muscles of Derek's throat working his shaft and Derek's nose on his balls. No one had ever been able to do that before. Paul pulled back and began lathing the head of Derek's cock again, enjoying the feeling of giving and receiving pleasure. Paul knew Derek had enough when he moved away from Paul's mouth and turned to face him. He had pulled the bottle of lube from somewhere. Paul watched as Derek popped the lid open and let a long line dribble onto Paul's cock. It was cold, but Derek was soon straddling Paul and rubbing the lubed shaft between his cleft. Paul could feel Derek's ass twitching with each long slide. He endured as long as he could, watching Derek skim back and forth on his dick over and over. Paul finally had enough. He sat up, pushing Derek backwards with a surprised yelp. He noticed that Derek wasn't wearing his brace. "You know you can't put any weight on that foot." Paul looked at Derek through narrowed eyes. "I'll be fine," Derek said. Paul laughed while watching Derek try to get back up, obviously wanting to be on top of Paul. He didn't let him. Paul reached for the lube with one hand and grabbed the hand Derek was using to push on his chest in his other. Derek looked at him with knitted eyebrows. Paul popped the lid and poured lube onto Derek's fingers. He laced his fingers with the ones he had just lubed and pulled them to Derek's entrance. Derek didn't seem to understand what Paul intended until Paul pushed their intertwined fingers into Derek's depths. He heard Derek gasp, and felt him try to tug his hand away. "Show me." Paul kissed and nibbled on the wrist he held captive while he thrust his and Derek's fingers together. "Show me what you do for yourself. I want to see." Paul thought his voice sounded rough, even to his own ears. He watched and waited. Derek threw his free arm across his face and made a whimpering sound. "Derek. Show me." Paul could see Derek shiver at the demanding tone. Derek began to slowly impale himself with his finger. Paul thrust with him a few times before withdrawing and watching Derek finger himself. He reached and pulled away the arm Derek was hiding behind. Derek resisted as Paul trailed that hand down towards Derek's cock. He took note that even though Derek was resisting, he wasn't using much strength. Paul spoke with confident force as he rubbed Derek's cock with the knuckles of Derek's own hand. "Stroke it." Derek shuddered and let out another whimper. But he wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked. Paul set back on his haunches and watched the show. "So nice. Let me see you add another finger." Paul demanded. Derek froze. Paul lowered his voice and emphasized each word. "Add. Another. Finger." He felt himself get even harder when Derek shuddered and moaned as he added another finger. Soon Derek was thrusting and pumping himself while making all sorts of delicious sounds. Paul loved it, seeing such a private display put on for his viewing pleasure. He reveled in the knowledge that this was his alone to see. Paul looked into Derek's face and was surprised to see that Derek was watching him with glazed eyes, Paul reached and began to stroke his own cock. Derek's moans changed pitch while he watched Paul put on his own display. Soon the tone of Derek's moans alerted Paul that his lover was getting close. Paul stopped stroking himself and pulled Derek's hands away, too. He thrust his own fingers into Derek, making sure he was ready, before putting his hands under Derek's knees, lifting them towards his chest, and lining up with his entrance. Paul pushed himself in on one long, slow stroke, only stopping when his balls met the flesh of Derek's ass. It was different than the first time. Derek was tight, but the look on his face was one of pure bliss. Paul released his legs and leaned over Derek, resting his weight on his elbows. He was in the perfect position to kiss and stroke Derek's face. This was so much more intimate than their first lovemaking. He loved being able to see and touch all over Derek's body and to feel his erection sandwiched between them. Paul kissed Derek for several minutes, allowing him to cool down, before he began to withdraw and thrust with long, even strokes. Derek was trying to urge him in with pushes from his good foot. Paul continued to almost completely withdraw before sliding back in. He set a long, slow pace, kissing Derek the entire time he slipped and slid in and out of him, ignoring Derek's begging cries. Finally, it seemed he had tested the limits of Derek's patience. Derek bit Paul's lip, hard. Paul yelped and snatched his head back, looking at Derek in disbelief. "Give it to me!" Derek snapped, his eyes flashing. Paul arched an eyebrow. "You asked for it." He pounded that perfect ass. Paul made sure to angle his assault to hit Derek's prostate. Derek was crying out with every jarring thrust, and Paul had the perfect view of every expression that crossed that gorgeous face. Paul could feel Derek's fingernails digging into his back, and he sensed that Derek wouldn't last much longer. In seconds, long ropes of cum were shooting from Derek and bathing their chests and abs, as Derek quivered and shrieked like someone possessed. The sight of Derek's completion ushered in Paul's own orgasm. Over and over he felt himself convulse as he came inside Derek's gripping cavern. The force of his orgasm took his strength away and he collapsed, crushing Derek to the bed. "Sorry, Baby. Give me just a second." Paul lie there, trying to catch his breath, until he could muster enough strength to roll onto his back. He held Derek to his chest as he rolled, taking him with him. "Mmmm." Derek let out a soft contented sigh. Paul lay there for a few more minutes. He fumbled for the towel and used it wipe them off as best he could before settling them back under the covers. He kissed the top of Derek's head before joining him in sleep, wrapped in complete contentment. ***** Paul stood between his parents and fidgeted in his black suit. Derek and he had decided to have their commitment ceremony in the park. They had a lot of good memories there. Paul couldn't believe how fast the last five years had gone by. He had asked Derek to marry him on the day they graduated college, in front of all their friends and family. He smiled as he remembered how Derek had tackled him and shouted, "Yes!" before kissing him silly while deafening cheers erupted around the pair. Their mothers had laughed and cried at the same time. It had been almost a year since then. He and Derek had found jobs in the same city and moved in together. Paul hadn't known happiness like this could exist. He looked out at the crowd of friends that had come to show support for their marriage. Paul smiled at the mixture of people spread out in the grass. There were rugby players, members from various bands, and students from the athletics and biology departments, along with others they had met in school over the years. "It's time to go." A voice interrupted Paul's thoughts. The speaker was Paul's best man, John. Paul turned and followed behind John, with his parents on each side of him. The group walked towards the small bridge that arched over the stream, where Paul would meet Derek in the middle and they would stand and say their vows. Paul's parents and John stepped to the side once they came to the bridge, allowing Paul his first glimpse of Derek, mirroring him on the other side. Derek's best man, Chris, had stepped to one side as Derek's parents stepped to the other. Paul was granted his first full view of the man he loved. Derek was wearing a black suit that matched Paul's exactly. The only difference was he was wearing a hot pink tie and a pair of matching converse. Paul grinned at him across the bridge and looked down to his own feet. Derek followed his eyes, and laughed when he saw Paul was barefoot. Paul took a moment to catch his breath, overwhelmed at the feeling of love that was expanding in his chest. Derek's small smile from across the bridge tugged at his heart. Paul stepped onto the bridge at the same time as Derek, each man walking towards their destiny. THE END Note from RomancebyFaye: I hope you enjoyed Paul and Derek's story. This is my first work, and I imagined it as a simple, sweet love story of two hearts that were meant-to-be finding each other. I hope you grew to love them even a fraction as much as I did. I do intend to keep on writing, so please, if you liked this even a little, keep a watch for new submissions.