Derrick was leaking so much precome that it was slick and easy to rut against Logan, and he found himself giving soft little whimpered that were luckily swallowed up by their illicit kiss. The ranch house was silent around them, and too much noise would be a very bad thing, would alert others to what they were doing.
Somehow, the need to be silent only added to the whole thing. The way that they both had to control the soft moans and gasps that they would have driven from each other, that was thrilling. Made it all the more obvious, if it needed to be, just how forbidden this was.
Derrick tilted his hips, rocking them closer to Logan, seeking out his heat and his own pleasure. It shouldn’t have been this good, just rubbing against Logan like this, but he was already feeling the rush of his own blood through his veins, spreading the growing pleasure all through his whole body.
He was going to come, just from rubbing against Logan. No one else had done this to him. Even when he’d first been figuring sex out, no one had been good enough that they could drive him insane with so little.
One of Logan’s huge hands rested on the curve of Derrick’s ass, encouraging every little desperate movement that Derrick made, but the other slid up over his back to tangle in Derrick’s shaggy hair.
Their lips met, their tongues tangling, the kiss was a necessity to keep the treacherous sounds from slipping free and possibly being overheard by people who really shouldn’t hear them. They strained and struggled together, their movements becoming more desperate, and from the tension in Logan’s body, the slickness of his precome as it leaked out of him and made their erections slip ever more smoothly against each other, Logan was every bit as close to release as Derrick was.
Then Derrick couldn’t think about anything else because his release was rolling through him, heat radiating through his body, centering on his throbbing testicles. He whimpered again, just the softest sound that was swallowed by their kiss, and he felt the vibrations that meant that Logan, too, was giving in to the pleasure. He felt the increased slickness between them, his own fluids mixing with Logan’s in a way that really shouldn’t have seemed as intimate to him as it did.
That was the first time that he really, truly realized that it could be more than just sex to him if he let it. And that scared the shit out of him. He couldn’t afford to get entangled, couldn’t let himself be drawn back to the life at the ranch which he had worked so hard to escape from.
So, even though parts of him were screaming at him to bury his face in Logan’s neck and breathe him in as he clung to him, he didn’t let himself. He kissed Logan once more, then wrenched himself away, cleaning up their mingled fluids on Logan’s sheets and then slipping out of bed to grab his clothes.
Even with being careful so that he wouldn’t be heard, it didn’t take him very long to get into his clothing again, to tiptoe out of the room just as silently, and quickly, as he had arrived in the first place. The sound of the door unlocking sounded as loud as a gunshot, and once the door was open, Derrick scurried just as fast as he possibly could down the hallway and into the relative safety of his own room.
Only then, when he was safe, did he allow himself to think about what had just happened. It felt like crossing a line, somehow. Or maybe several lines, since not only had they made each other come by rutting against each other, they had also done it in a bed. And then there were Derrick’s own rebellious thoughts, the ones which had told him that he was in over his head.
Sex was one thing, but feelings, that was a whole other issue. He had no business in getting romantically attached to someone who had never seemed to see Derrick as much more than Malcolm’s annoying younger brother. Derrick had only, he had to face it, gotten Logan’s attention when there had been sex involved, so he would be an idiot to let himself feel anything here other than a desire to get off.
So Derrick lay down in his bed and told himself that he wasn’t thinking about Logan, lying in his room, just as Derrick had left him. He wasn’t thinking about the fury of the passion that they shared or the way their bodies had somehow seemed to fit together as they grinded against each other. And he definitely wasn’t thinking about the ridiculous, stupid urge that he had had, just for a few seconds, to wrap himself up in Logan and bury his face in him and let himself fall asleep, comforted and protected by the strong bulk of Logan’s gorgeous body.
But when he finally managed to fall asleep, it was to dreams of piercing sapphire eyes and a sardonic smile.
