Disclaimer-This is fiction.I own and know nobody except my OCs.
Content-Slash,thoughts of slash,more SLASH!
Muses of-Derrick Bateman,Wade,a few others.
There.
Done.
The latest photo,pinned into his locker.
Derrick preferred these arena lockers to the like high school lockers,perfect for displaying pictures,other personal items.
He didn't care about the approval from the rest of the guys,about this only cared what he liked.
And what he liked,loved,admired,respected,crushed on,drooled over,fondled himself to the thought of,worshiped,fantasized about was great and glorious,tall and bad-ass,perfect Wade.
HIS Wade,should've been,should be.
But that useless brat Heath,he'd lucked out on scoring the ultimate husband.
Derrick ground his teeth while changing attire. Something baggy.
He was the one who deserved Wade,not that little loudmouth twit.
And one day,he vowed,he'd be the husband,not some idiot with carrot hair.
Good choice,those baggy black sweats.
His hands lingered.
He jerked,jolted,twitched,moaned,grunted,stroked,sweat,sighed.
Bliss.
Imagined that huge mass of flesh inside him,pummeling,grinding,gentle then full force.
Ahhhhh.
Yes.
YES!
His hands continued the motions,his mouth sore from where he'd bitten his lower lip.
The thought of falling into those big arms,licking the tats,playing with that lovely hair.
Ahhh.
The feeling of suction,gave and recieved,mouth all over him.
So good,so right.
And the words he needed to hear.
'I've always wanted YOU,my means nothing to me.'
The .
Wonderful,gorgeous smile,smug grin,Proper Villian,loved it.
Loved HIM.
Got rejected often.
Shot down every time.
Damn that Heath! Derrick Barrett sounded MUCH better.
Yes,it did.
He imagined sweet kisses,whispers in the dark,roaming fingers,waking up to that face,body,smile...
He'd treat Wade right,like royalty,like he deserved.
Derrick wiped his wet hands,adjusted himself back in place,blinked.
He promised himself he'd get what he wanted,who he wanted.
Live the great life.
One day.
Soon.
Yes.