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Derek Thompson and Scott Thayer met in high school. Facing challenges and overcoming obstacles that would make lesser young men fold, they now have a chance to forge a life together. As they enter college, they finally have the time and space to discover each other sexually and give their virginity to each other. However, in spite of the erotic thrill of exploration, there are still challenges ahead, challenges that will test their love and devotion.
While Derek wants to live as an openly gay man, Scott wished to maintain a degree of privacy. Not only that, but another freshman, Tyrell Jackson, becomes infatuated with Derek and wants Derek for his own. In the face of these threats to their burgeoning relationship, Derek and Scott are forced to look within themselves and make difficult decisions which will change both of their lives forever.
Is their relationship strong enough to bear the strain of balancing their needs as individuals and as a couple? The only way Derek and Scott will attain their ultimate reward is by finding the courage to face their fears. Will they rise to the challenge?
Excerpt:
Chapter One
“Ouch, that hurts.” Derek Thompson hissed as his muscles stretched beyond a comfortable limit. “I’m not in a good position. Here, let me move over, like this.” He shifted and then squatted down.
The reaction of his movement had an immediate effect as his boyfriend, Scott Thayer, winced. “Okay, is this better for you?” Sweat beaded on his chest and shoulders, sunlight pouring through the attic window in his parents’ house reflecting off Scott’s wet skin.
“Yeah, that feels better. Now go easy. I want to make sure I’m ready for this before we begin again.” Derek took a deep breath and prepared for the pressure.
Scott lifted his hips inch by inch, eyes trained on Derek.
Pressure increased deep inside Derek, and then he felt a sharp pain. “Ouch! Son of a bitch!”
Scott grimaced. “Did I hurt you again?”
Derek gritted his teeth, taking measured breaths until the pain subsided. “Yes. I never knew I could feel pain like this. Maybe we should stop for a minute.”
Scott sighed. “Dammit, Derek, you’ve said that the past three times we tried. Can’t we just do this and get it over with?”
“I can’t help it if this fucking sofa’s as heavy as an elephant.” Derek slumped to the floor, rubbing his side where the corner had jabbed him in the ribs. He glared at Scott, ready to unleash a string of curse words, but the second he locked onto those Caribbean blue-green eyes, Derek’s resolve melted.
“Well, how the hell did you get the couch up here in the first place?” Scott released his hold and circled to the front of the sofa, now positioned in the middle of the room. Grabbing his t-shirt which lay on the floor, he plopped down heavily and began to mop himself dry.
Derek, the pain in his side easing, sat next to Scott. “I don’t remember it being this heavy when Dad and I brought it up here last year.” He smiled sheepishly, batting his eyes. “I really appreciate your assistance, though. I guess I forgot how much I missed your help during those couple of months when we kind of split up last year.”
Derek wished he could swallow the words the moment they escaped him, the memory of their forced separation picking at raw nerves. But he wouldn’t hold back from saying what was on his mind. Keeping his mouth closed and hiding behind his guard had kept them from patching things up right away. He still wasn’t great at opening up, but he was working on it every day.
After a few seconds, Scott’s expression softened and his crooked grin crawled across his face. The same grin that turned Derek to putty and decimated his ability to think coherently. “Shut up and come over here.”
Derek sank into Scott’s embrace, finding himself laying across Scott’s lap, their faces merely inches apart. “You’re lucky I love you so much,” Scott said, white teeth gleaming behind full lips. “Otherwise, I would’ve quit this thankless job after our first try.” He closed the gap between them, locking Derek in a rugged kiss.
Melting into Scott’s strong arms, Derek reveled in sensation. Warm hands lingered at the base of his spine before beginning the slow journey back up Derek’s back. Their tongues wrestled, the mild taste of salt dancing across Derek’s taste buds as sweat joined the mix. That, along with the hint of Scott’s musky scent, exaggerated due to physical labor in a stiflingly hot attic, caused Derek’s cock to rise.
Derek glided his hands along Scott’s hairless chest, noticeably broadened over the course of the summer. He hadn’t complained about all the time Scott spent in the gym because the effect gave him more to grab onto during their make-out sessions. He hoped Scott would be able to make the varsity wrestling team at his new weight class since he’d never make his high school weight of one hundred sixty seven. If he watched his diet, he might be able to make the one hundred seventy nine pound weight class. Six months had passed since their team won the division wrestling tournament and Scott had already put on about ten pounds, all of it muscle.
“Mmm,” Derek sighed. “This is nice. Why did you establish the rule that we can’t do more than kissing and beating off until we get to college? I’d be happy to just leave the couch right here, get down on my knees in front of you and—”
Scott laughed. “As tempting as that sounds, don’t you remember the last time we decided to spend quality time up here? Your mom almost caught us in this position. She pops up here unannounced all the time. I don’t want to worry about who’s going to walk in on us.”
Scott helped Derek back into an upright position. “Besides, you’re the one who said you had to move the couch to the other side of the room so you could set up your mixing equipment and all of your music by the window. Now this piece of shit’s in the middle of the room and we’re gonna to finish the job.” He released Derek and pushed off the couch, then offered his hand, helping Derek up as well. “Explain to me one more time why we can’t just slide it across the room.”
Horrorstruck, Derek pointed to the floor. “Do you see this floor? Look at it.”
Scott complied. “Yes, it is made of wood. Shiny. Very nice.”
Derek shoved him, a chuckle escaping him. “Don’t be a wise ass. If we slide the couch it’ll scrape deep grooves across the room with its metal legs. My dad told me he intends to turn the attic into an office once I go to college so he can do taxes from home, instead of spending the ridiculous hours he does at work. If he finds the floor all scratched up, he’s not gonna be happy with me.”
“Okay, fine. We’ll do it your way. But you realize you owe me after this, right?” Scott gave Derek’s shoulder a squeeze then leveled him with a wickedly seductive gleam in his eyes.
Derek’s cheeks ran hot. “Oh, I’ll reward you. Don’t worry about that. Remember, my parents are going out to dinner tonight. How often has Mom actually left us alone in the house since she found out we’re together?”
“That’s right.” Scott rubbed his hands together as if plotting something evil. “I forgot. They’re gone all night.”
Derek shook his head, bringing a halt to Scott’s antics. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing. It’s just hard to want you the way I do while having to control myself at the same time. I know it’s only a couple of weeks until college, but then you say things like that.”
Scott’s expression became serious. After a few seconds, the corners of his mouth began to tremble and pull up into a smile. After another moment, he burst out laughing.
“What the hell are you laughing at?”
Scott became serious once again. “Just your choice of words. I’m sure that I make things hard for you several times a day.”
Giving him a playful shove that wasn’t entirely playful, Derek returned his focus to the couch. “You’re right. You do make me hard several times a day and I definitely don’t want Mom catching us taking care of business.”