Page 64 of Fall for Him

Dylan brushed a kiss across Derek’s forehead. “Honestly, I’m not yet. Slow, okay? To be clear, I do like that… all of that. If it’s something you like too. But it’s been a while… and I realize I just sucked your dick off, so that might undercut my point… Although, it’s nice to know that’s like riding a bike.”

Derek chuckled in response.

“You’re okay with slow?”

“Of course.” Derek’s eyebrows wrinkled back to that utterly addictive inquisitive expression. “And… hey, I want to make this very clear… I’m up for whatever you’re into here. And thus…” His mouth hovered half an inch from Dylan’s lips. “I am ready… and willing… to endure as many perfect blow jobs as you need…”

The slight awkwardness of the moment broken, Dylan twisted away playfully. “Endure? You little shit.”

Derek caught him in another soft kiss. “I think we’ve established that no part of me is little. And I also said perfect.” Derek’s gorgeous eyes went serious again. Those damned eyebrows would be the end of Dylan. Every tiny nuance of that movement made something flutter within Dylan. “Your pace is fine.” He smiled with an edge of that infuriating cockiness returning. “As long as spooning is acceptable.”

“Yeah.” Dylan smiled and inhaled as his head rested on the angle of Derek’s neck again. They should get up. They both needed to get cleaned off and go to bed, but this man was so warm and solid.

“If there’s anything you want to tell me, you can. Just so you know,” Derek whispered.

“I do know.”

“Good…” As if Derek could feel the anxiety humming through Dylan’s head like morse code. “I’m up for anything. Not judging or thinking anything beyond that when you’re ready for it, I’m gonna make you feel so damn good.” Derek’s fingertips traced up Dylan’s spine and combed through his hair. “Just want you to keep that in mind. Kay?”

“Kay.” Dylan tightened his hold on Derek’s body. “That reminds me, I need to go get my hair cut before Saturday. Saying it out loud so I remember.”

“I like your hair.” As if to demonstrate the point, he ran his fingers through Dylan’s sweat-damp hair and then dragged them behind his ear and down Dylan’s neck again. Shit, that felt good. “Why do you need to cut it?”

“Because my mom’s going to yell at me if I show up to the Grill-Out ‘lookin’ like a fecking eejit.’ The Derry mainly comes out when she’s yelling at her kids.”

Derek shook with a drowsy laugh.

Dylan had thought the smell of Derek on his pillow was erotic but it was nothing compared to his actual body. The slight musk of sex and sweat mixing with whatever aphrodisiac concoction the guy used on his skin and hair. He’d never complain about all the bottles again.

“I’ll cut it for you.”

“Fuck off.”

“I cut hair for years. Learned in high school. Always did Olive’s hair and my sister’s hair for dances and shit.” Derek’s eyes were barely visible with the subtle glow of streetlights from the window.

“No way.”

“It’s a long story. But right now…” Like a ridiculous core strength god, Derek sat up, cupping Dylan’s jaw in his hands. He kissed him as if every inch of Dylan’s mouth were precious to him. Christ, Dylan had never felt like this with a partner. When they pulled apart, Derek yawned. “Sorry…”

Shaking off the absurd apology, Dylan pulled Derek up. If they stayed there any longer, they actually would fall asleep. When they made it to the bedroom, Gus was on the bed. Derek must have brought him upstairs with him. The dog lifted his head and sniffed once, stretched, and then walked right out of the room without giving either man another glance. Dylan had never seen that dog move from the bed overnight. Weird.

“No fucking way,” Derek said.

“Huh?”

“Olive thinks Gus can smell sex.” He rubbed his eyes.

“You’re shitting me.”

“Nope. Gus started sleeping on Olive’s couch when she and Stella started dating.” His voice put air quotes around the last word. “Olive was like,” Derek imitated his best friend’s slightly raspy voice, “‘the poor dude had his balls removed, no wonder he can’t handle all these bedroom pheromones’.”

“Olive’s a weirdo.”

“Hey, he just left the bed while we came in smelling like blow job. Scientific confirmation for her hypothesis.” Another yawn. And then several more.

“I feel like now I’m a little concerned about the number of science courses that nurses have to take. But I think we should stop talking because you’re a zombie at this point.” Dylan laughed and patted Derek’s cheek.

When Dylan came back after showering, Derek’s eyes were shut, yet he was somehow still smiling. Dylan slipped under the blanket behind Derek.

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