The shower felt great; and, while I was relaxing under the water, I heard Derek come into the bathroom.  I called out,  "Derek, you had better hang it on one of the towel bars and not put it in the clothes hamper or it will mildew."

"We need a couple of more towel bars, Larry; there is only one here," he said.  "If we had a washing machine, it could be thrown in it instead of being hung up to dry for your mother to wash."

"Maybe we need to get one, or do you think we should have a washing machine and dryer installed when the remodeling is done?"

"Of course we should; we can't expect your mother to continue doing our laundry.  Another good reason is that I don't like the idea of using a launderette," he answered.

"Me neither," I said, sticking my head out between the shower curtain and wall.

"We'll talk about some of the things we want after you finish showering," he said.

Derek had made the bed while I was in the bathroom, and he had laid his clothes out.  Quickly slipping on my briefs, I laid out jeans and a pullover next to his clothes before going into the kitchen/living room where he was waiting.  I could smell the coffee he had said he was going to make; and, when I entered the room, he was sitting at the table with his mug. 

"I started to pour a mug for you, but I didn't know how long you would be," he said, looking up from a yellow legal pad which lay in front of him.

"Just as well, D," I said as I walked toward the counter.  "You put in a little more sugar than I like in the last cup."

"I'll remember that," he replied, nonchalantly glancing up at me and grinning, his eyes twinkling brightly.

"We still have a few things to learn about each other," I thought to myself as I poured the coffee and added a small amount of sugar.

"It really wasn't too bad, D; but I like the taste of the coffee, especially early in the morning," I said, tasting the coffee as I moved away from the counter to the table.
  
He was engrossed in what he was doing on the pad; and, as I sat down, I asked, "Whatcha writing?"

"Just some ideas for remodeling the apartment, but we will still need to call the architect that your dad told us about," he answered, pushing the pad toward me.

"Mrs. Rowe," I replied as I set my mug down and pulled the pad in front of me.  "Her business card is on the dresser," I said, glancing down at what he had drawn and his notations.

He had sketched out a rough floor plan of a separate living room, a kitchen, a bedroom and a bath.  The rooms appeared to be a little larger than at present, but the big change that I noticed was the change of the outside stairs to the inside of the garage with a door to the stairs just inside the garage.

"What do you think, got any ideas?"  he asked.

"I like the layout and the way you have changed the stairs to the inside of the garage instead of outside.  Dad had a hot water heater installed on that side of the garage when the apartment was built for Paul, and we can have the washer and dryer installed beneath the steps where they will be out of the way," I said, breathing in deeply before asking, "One thing though, aren't the rooms larger than they are now?" 

"Yeah," he said excitedly, leaning over the table and pointing with his finger as he spoke.  "I was thinking that instead of a one car garage, we could enlarge it to a double for your truck and your dad's car. That way our apartment rooms could be made larger and both vehicles would be inside out of the weather."

When he leaned back from the table, I could see the excitement in his eyes and his chest expanding as he breathed excitedly, the large pinkish-brown aureole around the dark nipple on each breast muscle more clearly defined.  

"I don't think dad would mind that at all, Derek," I replied, quickly looking down at the rough sketch.   "He's always fussed about my truck being outside, and he wanted to enlarge the garage once before; but he didn't have the money to do it, at least not then."  I said, feeling his infectious excitement building as I looked at the sketch. 

"We can do what he wanted, Larry; and, at the same time, Mom can tell Mrs. Rowe what she would like done inside the house."

When I heard him call my mother  'Mom' instead of 'Aunt Edith,' I looked up at him.  He was smiling broadly, and the brilliant blue of his eyes was shining.  I wasn't going to mention it, but he must have read my mind and said, "I know; I know that  I called her 'Mom' instead of 'Aunt Edith.'  What the hell, your mother has been as much of a mother to me as my own has, and I don't think she would mind if I stopped calling her 'Aunt Edith', and I'll ask your father if I may call him 'Dad.' "

"I don't think either one of them will object, D,"  I said, wishing the table was not between us so that I could take him in my arms and show him how I felt.

In any case, the point became moot when he jumped up and literally lifted me from my chair, grabbing me in a rib-crushing bear hug and pressing his lips to mine. 

"Good Christ, D, remind me not to get you excited very often.  My ribs feel like they are broken," I exclaimed as our lips parted from a kiss filled with love not passion. 

"I can't help it, Larry," he exclaimed still excited.  "I love your mom and dad, and most of all I love you," he said without removing his arms from around me. 

I felt the pressure of his cock pressing against mine, and I knew if we clung to each other much longer it would be quite a bit longer before we did much of anything else.   Placing a hand on each hard bulging breast muscle, I leaned back in his arms unconsciously intensifying the pressure on our hardening cocks pressed between us; and, from the look in his eyes, I knew he was feeling the same pressure.  

"Unh unh," I said reluctantly shaking my head and breathing in deeply attempting to suppress the desire building in my loins.  "Not now."

"Why not?" he growled huskily as he leaned forward nuzzling my nose with his.

"Derek, please," I pleaded, reluctantly pushing against his chest.  "As much as I want you, there are other things we need to be doing..., lots of other things." 

Still holding me tightly, he seemed to be enjoying the feel of my feeble struggles; and I could see, from the look in his eyes, that he knew that if he held me a little longer my will power to resist would melt and that I would succumb to the desires I felt.  I could see in his gleaming eyes that he was experiencing the same desires I was.   I could feel the rapid beat of his heart pounding under my hands still pressing against his chest, when he suddenly smiled, his brilliant white teeth flashing, as he laughed aloud.  "Logical Larry, where would I be if we hadn't met?" he said, releasing me from the steely grip of his arms.

"I don't know the answer to that; but, if you continue to squeeze my ribs like you do, I'm going to invest in a steel girdle for self-protection," I said, feigning discomfort, and teasingly exaggerating the grip of his arms around me.

"I'm sorry, Larry," he exclaimed in a concerned tone, placing his hand gently on my forearm.  "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You didn't, not really," I replied, inwardly elated at his concern.  "Come on; let's get dressed and get something to eat. I'm starved, and that protein breakfast I had earlier won't hold me until lunch," I said, dodging his playful punch at my shoulder.

"Jesus, me too, I didn't realize it until you just said it; but, at least, you've had more to eat than I did," he said, playfully slapping my ass as we went into the bedroom.