The swimming pond became Derek's favorite place to hangout. On nice summer days, when the sun was bright and the skies were blue we would head over to it by bike.
When it rained or looked overcast Derek opted for staying indoors and work on catching up on his reading, which didn't happen very often.
The majority of the time the sun made its presence known, making the outdoors feel like a sauna.
In his red swim trunks and black sunglasses, Derek walked over to the water's edge which was boarded with a bunch of big, smooth gray colored rocks, and took his special spot.
Yes, that's right, Derek had only been going to the swimming pond for a couple weeks and he already had a special spot.
He lay in the bright green grass with his hands folded behind his head as a makeshift pillow and draped one of his hairy legs over the side of the rock boarder, letting his manly toes dip into the cool water.
I sat back a bit from where Derek was laying, wanting to give him his space.
I quietly admired the view of his built, hairy and now caramelized skin, thanks to his many sunbathing sessions.
He looked like a movie star on set just waiting for the producer to yell action and cut or a model waiting to be shot by some big shot photographer.
"Stop." He voiced, not bothering to move from his position, clearly relaxed.
"Stop what?" I asked, as I eyed the dark hair trail that stopped right at the beginning of his red trunks.
"Ogling me." Derek said, turning his head to face me with a playful smirk on his lips as he lifted his sunglasses up to give me eye contact.
"I'm not ogling. I'm admiring the view." I argued.
"You're so full of shit." Derek said with a chuckle, before pushing his glasses back down over his eyes and going back into his originally position with his hands behind his head.
"I'm not going to touch you." Derek said playfully.
"And I'm not going to ask to be touched." I retorted.
It was a sick, twisted game we often played, Saying all the things we wanted to do but couldn't, wouldn't.
"I'm not going to tell you to come over here and take your swim trucks off." He said with a grin.
"Well, I won't ask you too."
"I'm not going to jerk off to the thought of you later on." Derek stated.
I grew quiet.
It all felt too real, too raw and it saddened me.
I let out a heavy sigh but didn't say anything back.
Derek looked over to me, lifting his sunglasses up, once more.
"It's your turn."
"I don't want to play this game anymore. It's sick." I said with a frown.
"What's sick about it?" Derek asked amused, as he removed his sunglasses completely and sat up in his spot.
"Making light of something so heavy is sick, pretending to not want you when all I want to do is melt into you until I become a part of you, is sick. I can't do it anymore. So I won't."
"Okay." Derek said in a casual manner.
And just like that, the topic and even the conversation was dropped.
Derek placed his sunglasses beside him in the grass before diving into the pond to cool off from the heat of the sun.
I on the other hand, laid back on my blanket and closed my eye, trying to ignore the growing feeling in the pit of my stomach, the feeling of loss.
I didn't want to think about Derek leaving because he would, and soon.
Our time together was almost up. He had found a place to live and was just in the process of moving his belongings in.
We only had about week left, and it killed me that this was how we were spending it, wasting away in the sun, by the pond. Pretending we didn't feel anything when we did, making small talk about the weather or news or about how Derek's moving was coming along.
Getting together for family like breakfasts and dinners with my father, just the three of us.
The swimming pond was the one place that was just for Derek and me. It was personal, yet impersonal at the same time as we never touched each other or talked about our first day at the pond. It was buried deep right along with our feelings.
Nights killed me. I spent my nights staring up at the ceiling, begging for sleep to take over me, begging for the thought of emptiness and sorrow to leave me.
I was so deep in my thoughts I didn't even hear my bedroom door being open and closed. It wasn't until I felt the mattress shake that I turned to find Derek getting into my bed shirtless, wearing a pair of thin white boxer shorts, which showed a light outline of his well sized cock. He pulled my bed sheets over his waist before I could fully gawk his package.
Before I could even ask why he was in my room he spoke.
"You were speaking pretty loudly."
I gave him a confused look.
"I didn't speak at all."
He snickered.
"Of course you did, all you do is speak. You speak to me in the morning and you speak to me at night. You even speak to me in my sleep."
"Yeah, and what do I say?" I humored him.
"One word: Maybe."
It never occurred to me how often I used that particular word until that very moment. Maybe was often my response to my father's questions when I was too tired to argue my point on something, a way to drop the topic or when I zoned off and wasn't even listening to what he had said to begin with. Derek must have taken notice to this.
I snickered at the thought.
"Maybe what?" I asked.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out. Sometimes I ask myself a question and you just popped up and answer back: Maybe. Sometimes you just randomly say the word maybe. A word full of hope and wonder. A word full of what ifs. Maybe."
"Is that why your here, to get the answer to that question? To figure out what I am trying to tell you subconsciously?" I teased.
Derek smirked before retorting, "Maybe."
We lay together, not touching, just laying side by side.
"I can't stand this. Its torture knowing you're so close and I can't have you. I can't even want you, for if I were to I would only end up in misery. So I don't. I ignore you most days, pretending that I hate you but I can't do that either because I love you. I love you more than life itself." I confessed.
"Stiles."
I let out a heavy sighed, closing my eyes.
"And the way you say my name, so at ease, so playful, so breathy, it makes me hard, it makes me ache in need. If you keep saying it, I will surely come undone."
Derek rested his head on my pillow and breathed down my neck as he said my name over and over again.
"Stiles." He whispered.
I moaned and thrusted my hips up as the tip of my cock leaked in excitement.
I wanted to touch myself but I didn't.
"I want you." I voiced huskily.
He rested his head against my neck before replying, "I want you more."
That was it. I was done for.
I turned to him and whispered that words I had been dying to all week long,
"Can I touch you?"
"Maybe." He voiced huskily.
I reached underneath the covers and placed my hand on his clothed hardened cock.
He groaned as I massaged his heated flesh.
"Fuck, I need you in me." I claimed, feelings his thickness, his length, wanting every inch inside me.
He moaned and withdrew my hand.
"That's enough." he breathed.
"No, it's never enough." I replied as I captured his lips.
He kissed me back for a moment before pulling away.
"I can't, we can't."
"Why, you don't even love her."
He let out a heavy sigh and leaned down, giving my shoulder a quick, light kiss.
Just when I thought that was it, that it was over, he placed his hand on my cock and gave it squeeze.
I gasped and shut my eyes as his hand slide in my pajamas pants and began to stroke me.
"Oh Derek." I gasped as he glided his warm hand up and down my length, slowly moving it up and down.
My hips thrusted up into his hold.
"This is how I'll remember you." He voiced huskily next to my ear.
"Gasping and begging for me to touch you, to make you cum."
"Uh, Der."
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his hand picked up speed.
"I want you, always." I moaned.
"I know." He said.
"Uh, Derek!" I called out, squirting my release all over his hand.
I watched exhausted and completely turned on as he brought his hand to his mouth licking and sucking the cum away.
"You taste so good." he voiced pleased, as he licked his hand clean before moving down the bed and putting his wet mouth all over my worn-out cock, cleaning it good with his tongue.
"Uh fuck." I groaned, as he sucked and licked every last drop of my sticky load, leaving me with a wet saliva covered, half hard dick due to his actions.
Derek's cock was poking firmly against his boxers, begging for attention.
"Fuck me, use me. I want you too." I blurted out, high as fuck on him.
Derek sat quiet for a moment in thought.
"Please, no one has to know."
Derek eventual gave in, pulling his boxers down letting his swollen, thick, leaky cock spring free.
"Oh fuck." I moaned, as I eyed his cock, feeling my own twitch in need again.
Derek stroked himself a few times and took out the lube I had in my top drawer, coating his length with it.
I held my breath as inch by inch he pushed his cock inside me, filling me up, making me whole.
Tears fell down my eyes as we began to make love on my bed.
"You okay?' He asked huskily, slowing his movements but never stopping.
"Yes, this is what I want and been wanting since the moment we might. Thank you."
Derek smiled down at me and sweetly kissed my lips before he picked up speed and began pounding into me full force. I was on cloud nine as he came in me. He fall down on my body, exhausted and sweaty, our hearts were beating as one.
"I love you." I said, right before sleep took me.
I woke up the next day alone but strangely fulfilled.
The rest of the day went as if nothing had happened at all last night.
Perhaps nothing did.
Perhaps it was all my imagination playing tricks with me.
I started to believe that very thought until I glanced over at Derek mid-day and he stared back, a mysterious and playful smirk laid on his lips.
It thrilled me.
From the day on, when it was late at night and my father was fast asleep in bed, Derek would sneak into my room and we would give ourselves to each other over and over again.
Our little secret.
Before I knew it, it was time for Derek to leave us, to head out and start his own life.
He smiled kindly at my father and shook his hand goodbye.
When it was my turn to say goodbye I practically leaped into his arms. He chuckled against my neck and wrapped his arms around me tightly as I thanked him for the experience and for his friendship.
"He doesn't get out very much." My father joked, as we parted from our embrace, remembering we were not alone.
Derek grinned down at me before returning his attention back to my father.
"Maybe I could come back sometime and visit."
"Sounds nice, you're always welcomed here. I'm sure Stiles would like that, right son?" My father replied, giving my shoulder a friendly pat.
There was only one word that came to mind as a smiled formed on my lips and I met his emerald greens eyes once more, "Maybe."