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This is a combined effort from Sarah Saint Ives, parts 1 and 3 with the middle being written by Sebastian Melmoth. Enjoy! [DISCLAIMER: This short story beginning is SLASH material. If this offends you, please cover your eyes while you read it. Nick and Derek are the property of MGM.]
Nick glimpsed at his wristwatch and rubbed his eyes. He stretched in his chair as another screen flashed text onto the computer in front of him. His research had lasted into the wee hours of the morning.
"Are you ever going to bed?"
Nick turned at the soft male voice and faced Derek in a bathrobe. "Yeah, I think so. I'm getting pretty tired. Why are you up?"
"I could feel that you were still working."
"You feel a lot of things, don't you?"
"More than you'll ever know." Derek answered quietly, his brown eyes on Nick's handsome face. "You're tired. Go to bed."
Nick stood and stretched again, took two long steps toward him and wrapped his arms around him in a bear hug.
Derek was taken by surprise, but he returned the hug. "Nick, what's wrong?"
"Among other things, sleep depravation. Also a bit of mindless libido." Nick drew back and winked at him.
The look on Derek's face was amazement. "You're..." He could hardly believe what he had heard. "What are you saying, Nick?"
"Let me sleep with you tonight." Nick said, pushing his back against the wall. He opened the top of his robe, lightly circled his fingertip around an exposed nipple.
Derek shuddered. "Nick, this is very sudden." He pushed Nick's hand away and tried to regain his posture.
"Can I kiss you?" Nick asked bluntly, not at all ashamed of the question.
"You want to..." Before Derek could repeat it, Nick was kissing him with an open mouth, a passionate, very sexual kiss. It continued until Derek broke it and struggled away from him.
Reluctantly, Nick let him go. "What's the matter?" he asked.
"Nick, you just kissed me like a lover!" Derek sat down, hard, in the chair Nick had just vacated and stared at him.
"Yeah, that was the plan." Nick said, and knelt between his knees. "I know you need me, Derek. I need you, too. Please don't tell me I can't have you."
"Tell me why." Derek challenged.
"Why does it matter? I know what you want, what you need. I love you, Derek." Nick's hands were sliding up the underside of Derek's thighs. At the same time, he pushed them carefully apart. As his thumbs slowly approached the groin, Derek gasped and closed his eyes helplessly. "Now, tell me I can have you." Nick whispered.
His answer was a soul-wrenching kiss as Derek knelt down and covered the rosebud of Nick's mouth with his own lips. Their tongues were questing serpents of erotic fire as their mouths opened and one man's breath passed into the other man's mouth until it seemed as if they had truly become one entity--one being of passion and need. Nick's strong hands kneaded Derek's nipples with passionate grace as Derek twisted first one leg, then the other, around Nick's torso, so that his buttocks could savor the full heat of Nick's pulsing hard-on. Derek pulled away from the kiss, gasping for breath. Before Nick could say anything, Derek caught Nick's hands in his own, murmuring, "Ach, Gott, how long I have waited for this ... dreamed of this ..." His head moved down to lick first one firm, erect nipple, then the other, while Nick covered his cries of bliss, burying his face in Derek's long, sweet locks of hair. Derek groaned, visions dancing in his memory of fresh mountain strawberries gathered in his too-brief happy childhood in Holland, as Nick's pert left nipple almost seem to come alive under the ministrations of his eagerly questing tongue, and Nick's raging erection sent currents of electricity singing along his ass.
Derek broke away again, and Nick touched his face ... wet not with sweat, but ...
"You're crying!" he said involuntarily. "Why?"
Derek's response was to grab under Nick's shoulders and rock him against his own chest, murmuring softly, "Oh, my Nick ... if you only knew ..."
Hotly, Nick breathed into Derek's ear: "I do know that I want you ... now!"
A shadow crossed Derek's face. "I don't know ..."
Nick gave a hollow laugh. "Great." He reached between Derek's legs to fondle his hot, bursting cock. "You may not know, but here's something that does. I say we go for it. Two against one, boss man."
Despite his complex, warring emotions, Derek couldn't help but laugh at Nick's perennial dry sense of humor, which no situation seemed too dodgy to defeat. He took Nick's face between his hands and stared deeply into Nick's eyes. Nick's eyes ... could he ever get his fill of gazing into them? In how many meetings with his House had he nearly lost his poise, catching sight of Nick's intent gaze upon him, pondering the endlessly shifting colors, the mysterious depths and changes, and the beautiful intelligence of those eyes. Those eyes that had lured him, that had taunted him, that had inspired, first fatherly devotion, then comradely love, then a need that he had never dared speak aloud ... a need that was all too palpably evident to Nick's warm hand resting on his throbbing cock.
"I don't know," he told this brash young man who had dared to love him. "I don't know, Nick ... if I can take you now ... with the very real possibility ... that I may lose you ..."
"Why would you lose me?" Nick drew himself up, pushed him back into the chair and stared at the disheveled man before him. He was frustrated and troubled. "What the hell are you talking about? Why do you think you're going to lose me?"
"You are very young, you have emotional instabilities. You have always been afraid to commit yourself. I want to keep you, God knows I do, I wish you could be with me...with the Legacy...forever. Oh, Nick, I need you here with me. But you have a history of being a quitter."
"This is about me quitting the Navy Seals, isn't it?" Nick slid his hands beneath his robe and lightly rubbed his ribs. "Derek, just...stop the pondering. It's getting us nowhere. I want you, now. Now is what is important to me. Don't ask me for forever until you can give me more than just grief. Come on. Let's go to bed." Nick stood and caught his hand, led him out of the room, up the stairs and into Derek's bedroom. Behind him, he locked the door.
///Derek let the robe slide off his shoulders and fall to the floor. He slipped into the sheets, watched as Nick disappeared into the private bathroom. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"Be right there." Nick returned with a jar of petroleum jelly, winked at him as he set it on the bedside stand. As he began to strip, his eyes caught Derek's and held. "I love you." he said, very softly.
"I love you, too, Nick." Derek's anticipation was growing. "What do you want from me?"
Nick kicked off his shoes, peeled off his jeans and underwear and climbed anxiously into bed beside him. "I want you. I want to make love to you."
"You want to use that lubricant on me?"
"Yeah." Nick rolled on top of him, insinuated his knees between Derek's and pressed himself against him. He opened the jelly, dipped two fingers into it and reached between Derek's legs. "Are you gonna let me do this?" he asked, suddenly not quite so certain.
Derek reached for his head and kissed him again. "If it's what you want." he said, spreading his legs farther apart for him.
Nick's fingers pressed into the crease, located the sensitive opening and gently dipped into him. His eyes were on his expression, watching for signs of pain, but there were none. Derek was taken with the eroticism of the touch. He squirmed, lifted his knees and again wrapped them around Nick's waist. "Oh, Nick..." he whispered.
Nick moved his hand out of the way and replaced it with his straining erection. The first penetration evoked a painful groan from Derek, so Nick stopped, held perfectly still while he kissed him again. "You okay?" he asked.
Derek shivered. "It just takes a few minutes."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Go all the way in and just lie still a few moments."
Nick moved very slowly into him, felt the tightness of the muscles around him. A light spasm from the invaded opening nearly sent him over the edge. He moaned and willed away the intensity. "I'm sorry, Derek, but I'm not gonna last long." he muttered.
"Just lie still." Derek said. "Just for a minute."
Nick obeyed, panting in his ear. "I never felt anything that compared to this. Derek, you're beautiful. You're simply beautiful."
Derek stroked his hair, whispered to him. "Slowly, slowly...you can move now."
Nick pulled out, then smoothly thrust in again. "Is that okay?"
"Yes, that's perfect. Do it again."
The rhythm picked up after a few minutes and Derek began to moan in utter ecstacy. He grabbed Nick's head and kissed him passionately as they shared an explosive orgasm.
The aftermath was quiet, peaceful, sticky and content. Nick was still thrusting, but already gone limp. Derek continued to hold him close, to murmur sweet things to him. Long minutes were filled with deep, loving kisses.
Finally, Nick raised up and looked down into his adoring eyes. "You'll never lose me, Derek." he said. "And if forever is gonna be like this, you got it, baby."///
the end
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