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“Bullshit. Derek, you’re the most secure person I’ve ever met.”
“Sure, now I’m not a late-blooming emo kid covered with acne, but I guess something about you rejecting cuddle time an hour after—”
“Cuddle time?”
“Yes, cuddle time.” Derek continued defiantly. “And then saying it might have all been a mistake. I felt like a rejected teenager again. I’m man enough to admit it when I want to be the little spoon, Gallagher.”
Dylan winced at the use of his last name and sighed. “I’m sorry about doing that. My insecurity isn’t an excuse for shitty behavior.”
“I’m sorry too. I should’ve let you explain.” A corner of Derek’s mouth pulled upward. “So you really hate it when I call you Gallagher, don’t you? I might be some himbo gym rat, but I notice shit.”
“First of all, I’m pretty sure you listen to NPR while you lift weights since I heard Kai Ryssdal’s voice when you connected your phone to that portable speaker last night and you carry your gym clothes in a Public Radio Forever tote bag. And you keep both The Economist and Men’s Health magazines in your bathroom and have a million books in bins under your bed. There’s no pretending you’re a meathead. Not buying it.” Dylan scooted himself closer to Derek. Just six inches and a brass threshold separated their knees. “Calling me Gallagher… just reminds me of all the times my hockey coaches said I need to act more like a real Gallagher. As in the other Gallaghers.”
“Ouch.”
“Just stupid childhood shit. It’s why I prefer rock climbing to team sports. For what it’s worth, I don’t think less of you for working out a lot.”
“The rock climbing explains the back muscles.”
Dylan’s gaze snapped to Derek.
That adorable eyebrow scrunch pulled at Derek’s forehead. “I told you I notice things. And I noticed I really liked touching you.”
“Touching me anywhere specifically?” Dylan took off his Orioles cap. He rested his elbows on his knees and leaned forward, letting his stupid too-long hair fall in front of his right eye. He was covered in dust and chalk.
“There’s no chance Felicity’s coming back tonight?” The edge in Derek’s voice threatened Dylan’s sanity.
“Nah.” Dylan quirked a wry smile. “She was scared of facing you since she thought you’d be pissed at us for accidentally kidnapping your dog. She’ll be back in the morning.”
“Scared of me?” Derek pressed a hand to his chest. “But I’m a marshmallow.”
“I don’t even believe you eat marshmallows.” Dylan pointed to Derek’s abs.
Derek grabbed Dylan’s hand. Their arms bridged the gap between them. At least, until Derek yanked and pulled Dylan on top of him. It was impossible to ignore the physical evidence of how much Derek seemed to want him.
“You could’ve dislocated my shoulder.” Dylan rested his elbows on either side of Derek’s head.
“Good thing I know a local emergency room doc.” Derek’s expression brimmed with addictive, cocky surety. Christ.
“The kneepads are an interesting look.”
“They have their uses.” Dylan knees hit the dusty hall floor on either side of Derek’s powerful thighs. Derek grabbed him in a kiss.
Dylan pushed up the bottom of Derek’s T-shirt. “Please tell me you’re flexing.”
“Maybe just a little.”
Dylan touched Derek’s zipper. “Is this… okay…” His finger strokes mapped the bulge beneath it. Derek’s eyes shuttered as he nodded. Dylan flicked open the button and unzipped. He slid the boxer briefs down just enough to let Derek’s dick spring free.
“My hands are pretty dirty, but I think I have another idea.” Dylan was close enough Derek could probably feel his heavy breaths against that very sensitive part of him. “I feel like I should be honest and say it’s been kind of a while since I’ve done this.”
“If you don’t put my cock in your mouth in the next five seconds, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”
Dylan slid his tongue over the slit, loving the way the touch muddled Derek’s speech.
“I’m going to put your cock in my mouth when I fucking want to.” Dylan hadn’t missed how much Derek had liked that little bit of dominance before. Derek’s brows furrowed like the pleasure withheld caused the best kind of pain.
Dylan pulled Derek’s pants off, trailing pressured kisses and sucks along his thighs. He pushed up his shirt and eased it over Derek’s head. Derek’s groan thrummed against Dylan’s mouth as he licked his way down from Derek’s navel.