Derek was lying on his side facing me
with his left
arm under his pillow and the other arm resting on his side.
sheet was just up over his
hips tucked under his elbow, and I could see the slow easy movement of
his chest as he
breathed. "The sleep of the innocent," I thought, sitting down to
remove my shoes before undressing. Draping my clothes over the
back of a chair and removing my underclothes, I started to tiptoe to
the bathroom to brush my teeth when I heard a soft giggle followed by
"I'm not asleep, Larry; I've been dozing, off and on, waiting for you."
"You've been playing possum while I've been trying not to wake
you," I said, faking a tone of irritation.
"Not really," he replied rolling over on his back and, placing his arm
under his head, looked at me. "I was dozing when you came
in. You were trying to be quiet, but I heard
the door lock when you shut it."
"You could have said something, D, and not let me creep around like a
thief in the night," I said, gazing at how gorgeous he was
lying in repose with his magnificent torso glowing golden in the soft
light radiating from the bathroom.
"And miss seeing the most beautiful man in the world undressing for
me," he replied with a twinkle in his eyes, patting the bed
There was an impish smile playing at the corners of his mouth, and any
anger that I could have possibly felt melted away as I moved toward
the bed and sat down saying, "You are a devil."
"I know, and you love it," he said as he put his arms around my neck,
grinning impishly as he pulled my
lips to his. The
kiss was slow and lingering, deliciously invigorating, not
dispassionate, but loving with feelings of warmth and energy flowing
"I've been wanting to do that all afternoon," he said softly as our
lips parted; his eyes boring into mine, his hands sliding down over my
"Just this afternoon?" I replied, hovering over him and returning his
"Especially this afternoon, Larry," he said seriously. "I was so
proud of you when you stood up to my dad and told him how you felt."
"You did a pretty good job of that yourself," I murmured, sitting
upright and letting my fingers trail down over the hard molded muscles
of his chest and stomach.
Shivering slightly, he put his hand over mine, anticipating where I was
going. "Did you tell your parents what happened," he asked
"Most of it," I replied, breathing in deeply before twisting around to
face him. Leaning across his waist, I propped myself up and
crossed my legs, attempting to suppress the desire building in my loins
before finishing my answer. "I left out the name calling, but I'm
pretty sure they had a good idea of what sort of words were used from
the way Mom
asked about it."
"I hope they didn't get very upset."
"They probably did get a little upset, D," I replied, entangling my
his. "Every now and
then, I could see flashes of anger in Dad's eyes; but he didn't say
anything harsh. It's not like him to criticize or give an opinion
until he has heard everything. Mom was
more concerned about the name calling and how we felt, but that's the
way she is. I think they were
really surprised when I told them how you felt about not wanting your
father to go to jail and about not wanting your mother to be hurt by
had happened. Mom said that she couldn't blame you for how you
and Dad indicated his agreement with her. Both of them were
really worried about
you," I said, breathing in deeply.
Derek lay quietly; looking at me, his fingers moving gently,
contemplatively over my forearm. Breathing in, he sighed, saying
sadly, "You're lucky, Larry. I wish my parents were more like
The anguish on Derek's face and in his words pierced my heart like a
dagger. "Oh, Lord, I hope they will be someday," I prayed
silently, watching a tear dribble from the corners of his eyes.
Leaning forward, I wiped the tears away with my fingers; and, brushing
his lips with mine, I whispered, "Everything will be all right, D; we
have each other which is what counts."
"I know," he whispered burying his face to my chest, and clutching me
tightly to him.
The passion and desire had left,
replaced with the feeling of an euduring love and compassion that
engulfed us, melding our two hearts as one. Deep in the depths of
Derek's eyes the fire of his feelings burnt brightly as he gazed at
me. "Get into bed, Larry," he said softly lifting the sheet as I
"I haven't taken a shower, D," I exclaimed
"I don't care, I want to feel you next to me, holding me."
"You were wrong, Dad; I'm the lucky one," I thought to myself as I slid
into bed, pulling the sheet over us as Derek snuggled into my arms.