"Stiles come down. I want you to meet someone!" My father called up the stairs.
I rolled my eyes, getting off my bed. My father did this every time we had a new visitor needing a place to stay while passing through town.
We have had many strangers stay in our guest room, people that were on their way to great faraway places or coming from great faraway places for schooling.
This time was no different.
I came down the steps and into the living room where my father was along with our next guest.
"This is Derek Hale. He'll be staying with us for a bit until he gets settled in. He's a professor of art history. He just transferred here from Italy." My father said in admiration.
This guy's credentials were far superior to any other guest we had housed before. The majority of our visitors were foreign students, coming for schooling or hippies, backpacking and traveling through.
And here was this twentysomething American guy who until currently lived off in Italy, the country known for its romance and work freedoms, studying art.
It was an adventurous and even exotic thought to us.
I glanced over in the guy's direction, looking him over for the first time and finding myself completely spellbound. He had slick back, jet black hair, in a comb over style like one of those movie stars in the fifty's seemed to sport and be famous for.
His eyes were a deep emerald sea of green. I wanted to dive right into them and explored their depths.
His jaw line was harsh, yet soft at the same time and his smile was infectious, for even I had a hard time not grinning as he showed of his pearly whites. I had to bit my lower lip to keep from grinning back. Outside I was stone, inside, I was a smiling fool.
His body, built like a Greek god, one I would have like to worship over and over and over again.
"Nice to meet you." I said, giving his hand a quick shake as if it were on fire, afraid that if I held it any longer I would get burned.
"You too, Stiles it is?" He humored, giving me a playful look.
I must have looked like a jerk to him, as I did not smile nor laugh at his playful banter.
No, I glared as if I were annoyed, as if I couldn't be bother with him, as if I couldn't care less about his presence but it couldn't be further from the truth.
I was already attached to him, obsessed with him, in love with him and he had no idea, no clue, zip.
I thought about Derek that night, alone in my darken room, suddenly finding my once comfortable bed too large, too empty for my liking.
I thought about what his warm, soft hand felt like in mine and funnily enough, how it fit perfectly in mine. I thought about his intense green eyes boring into me as if he were reading my soul at that very moment, my most intimate thoughts being revealed to him. I thought about his mannerisms and the way he spoke so charming, eloquent.
I thought about his mouth, how desperately I wanted it on mine.
The first time he said my name.
Oh, how I wanted him to say it again and again, and never stop.
I felt myself get hard. My cock springing to life as the images and thoughts in my head became too real.
I slide my hand down into my boxers and grabbed ahold of my excitement.
I gasped and began to stroke myself thinking about him and only him.
It both thrilled and terrified me knowing he was just a room away, that if I had moaned out loud or made my bed squealed a little more under my movements, he would be able to hear me, be able to hear us, the us that was playing in my head in that very moment.
The next morning, I headed down stairs to the kitchen and grabbed an apple out of the fruit basket that sat in the middle of the table.
My father was busy making breakfast as Derek sat on the far end of the table with the newspaper in his hands, reading an article.
I pulled out a chair and took a seat as I bit into the bright red apple.
"Sleep well?" Derek asked as he brought the paper down to meet my gaze.
I froze mid-chew, caught off guard by his question, my mouth full of the crisp, juicy apple.
His eyes shined, the corners of his mouth turned upward in an amused smirk.
Had he known my secret? Had he heard me last night? Was he reading my thoughts at that very moment?
My cheeks blushed with color.
I swallowed the bit of apple before replying.
"I slept alright. You?"
His smile grew.
"I slept like a baby. I can't remember when I had better sleep. I never wanted to leave the bed." He joked.
"Me too." I replied.
He was quiet for a moment as he examined my answer, observed by body language.
"Maybe we shouldn't do anything today. Maybe it should be a lazy day where we lay all day in bed." He mused."
I couldn't help the dirty, naughty thoughts that filled my head at that very moment.
I wanted him, right at that moment, I wanted to leap across the table and throw myself at him fully and surely. And let him do with me as he pleased.
"Maybe." I replied, staring into his eyes as my desire overtook me.
I could feel my cock twitch in my pants.
"Don't be silly boys, there is much to do around here and much more interesting things to do than sleep the day away. Stiles, why don't you take Derek here to the famous swimming pond?" The sheriff suggested as he worked on not burning his bacon.
"Good idea Dad." I voiced, finally remembering we weren't alone.
"You can swim right?" I asked.
Derek smirked smugly.
"Of course."
"Well, this is it the famous watering hole." I joked, as I sat my bag of things on the ground and started slipping my sandals off.
"Impressive." Derek said with an amused look at he had seen far better ponds but was trying to be polite about it.
I could hear the humor in his tone, see it on his face but decided not to question him on it.
Instead, I started to undress, removing my shirt, followed by my pants.
Derek eyes were glued to my every move, intrigued.
I was wearing yellow swimming trunks but yet, felt completely naked under Derek's intense gaze.
"Your turn." I said gesturing to a clueless Derek, who was still fully dressed.
"Oh, silly me." He voiced as he began to remove his shirt, revealing his built, somewhat hairy chest to me.
I was tempted to touch it, curious how soft it was and how smooth it would feel under my fingers. I had to hold myself back.
"Water looks nice." Derek voiced, moving his eyes to the bluish-green water as his hands traveled down to his pants, removing them as well.
I found myself panting in need and my dick twitching inside my trunks, begging for air.
I turned away from Derek and unfolded a blanket I brought along.
"You coming? He asked, noticing me taking a spot on the sky blue colored fabric.
"Not right now, you go ahead. I'm going to enjoy the sun here."
Derek gave a small shrugged of his shoulders in response and dove in the water like a pro.
I closed my eyes and let the sun lull me into a sleep.
I awoke to a wet, cold hand on my heated chest.
I gasped and jumped at the temperature change. I turned to find Derek lying next to me.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. It's just; you looked so at peace, so warm. I was a bit cold from the water. I shouldn't have touched you. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Feel free to touch me all you want. Use my body how you would yours. I want you to. I have since the moment we met." I confessed.
Derek grinned and hovered over me, his fingers trailed my mouth, and he leaned down closer. I licked my lips awaiting his mouth on mine, wanting it badly but it never came.
Instead his lips lightly brushed the soft skin of my neck as he snickered,
His hot breath sending chills down my spine.
"You are something else." He whispered next to my ear.
I turned my head to face him, our faces inches apart.
"So I've been told." I replied, staring hungrily into his eyes.
He captured my cheek with his hand and rubbed it affectionately, teasingly, as I panted in his face and on his lips.
His breathing was just as heavy.
Take me Derek, take me now, like this, here, under the sun and on this blanket, with your cock buried deep inside me making us one, make me cry in ecstasy and call out your name. Make me yours.
As if he could read my thoughts, Derek withdrew his hand from my cheek and pulled away, clearing his throat. He sat up on the blanket, eyes forward looking out to the pound ahead.
I sighed frustrated and eyed the ground feeling slightly rejected.
"Come on, I'll race you." He said playfully, getting up from his spot and taking off into the water.
And just like that, the moment of opportunity had passed.
I shook off my frustrations, my embarrassment and jumped in the water with a loud splash.
I stayed underwater from awhile holding my breath hoping the water would wash me of my sinister thoughts, rebirth me and let me start over. Let me forget what was and what could have been.
I came up out of the water like an explosion, needing air.
I exhaled in relief when I reached the surface and was finally able to breathe.
"Hey, where were you?" Derek asked, somewhat concerned.
"Away from reality, but don't worry, I'm back now."
A slight frown sat on Derek face and he shook his head in understanding.
"Still up for that race?"
"You're on." I replied, as I took off ahead of him in the water, afraid to look back, never looking back, only moving forward.
"I win." I cheered as I reached the other side before Derek had.
He finished just seconds after me.
"You cheated." He claimed, with a small smile on his lips as to show he wasn't upset about it.
"I did not."
"You took off before the count down even started." He said as he placed an arm on the rocky wall surface on either side of me, trapping me inbetween his hold.
Another moment had arisen, another chance, another start over.
How had I become so lucky?
He smiled down at me as if he was waiting for me to say something, perhaps something witty and playful or perhaps, waiting for me to change the subject completely.
I said the one thing I had being dying to ask him since we first met and locked eyes.
"Do you want to touch me?"
His playfully mood left and the smile left his face. His lips went into a firm line, his eyes turned serious.
"Very much so, so much that I won't, for if I do, I may never let go." Derek said.
I gasped at his words, his honesty.
"Then I guess I'll have to touch you instead." I replied stubbornly.
I placed a solid hand on his bare chest as he had done to me earlier.
I could feel his heart beating rapidly; see the struggle in his expression as if he wore fighting with himself, silently debating the pros and cons of such events taking place.
I leaned in to meet his lips when he pulled back a bit and spoke.
"Don't Stiles, there is no going back after this."
"Promise?" I said huskily, too love drunk to care or wait for a reply as I pressed my soft lips against his firm ones.
He tensed up and grabbed my shoulders pushing me away.
"I'm getting married." He confessed with saddened eyes.
"When, with who?" I asked breathless, trying to act as though the news hadn't just broken my heart into a million little pieces.
"In the fall,to a girl I met at school."
It bothered me. Not the fact that he had someone, because how could he not, looking the way he does and talking the way he does?
The way he said it, so sterile, so impersonal as if they were just facts with no feelings behind them at all. As if he was just following the list of expectations set for him, step by step. 1) Get married. 2) Buy a house. 3) Have kids. 4) Adopt a dog.
I could have asked him if he had loved her but I didn't, because I already knew the answer was no.
"Kiss me."
"Stiles." He voiced in stress.
"Just this one time kiss me stupid, kiss me with all abandonment of responsibilities and obligations, kiss me and I shall never ask another thing from you."
Derek grabbed the sides of my face in his hands.
I licked my lips in anticipation as he leaned in cutting the distance between us. Before long his lips were on mine. His hard body pressed, melted into mine as his mouth, tongue, teeth devoured me whole.
It was at that moment I knew. I knew he truly felt the same as I did.
We kissed till we couldn't kiss anymore, mouths swollen and sore, breathing hitched, hearts full and over flowing.
He rested his forehead against mine, as we worked on calming our breathing.
"You'll be the death of me." He said roughly.
"I'm already dead, for you have my heart in your hands. Do what you will with it, but please, don't crush it or throw it away."
He grinned and pulled back from me.
"Come on, it's getting late. Your father will worry." Derek said, giving my chin a light squeeze in sentiment before backing away completely and swimming off to the grass area where our belongings sat.