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“The fuck are you doin’ here?” Richie kicked at Derek’s dangling foot as he walked into the tailor’s shop, taking a drag of his cigarette. “Doesn’t my pops need you guarding’ somethin?” 

Derek sat in a high-backed chair in the corner, his legs crossed as he lazily twirled his revolver in his hand. 

“He’s in the back room,” Derek nodded toward the sliding wooden doors, his voice low. 

“Look lively then, motherfucker,” Richie smirked, looking Derek up and down. “The fuck else does he pay you for.” He turned to join his father in the other room. 

“Someone needs to teach you how to talk to people with that smart ass mouth, Richie."

“Ooh,” Richie feigned fear, shaking his arms in front of his body. “I’m so fuckin’ scared. Aren’t you like…two…three years older than me? Where do you get off tellin’ me what to do all the time.” He took another drag of his cigarette. 

“Since your father has been payin’ me six figures for the past few years.” 

“Shove that six figures up your ass,” Richie said, turning into the other room and slamming the wooden door shut. 

Derek smiled, continuing to twirl his gun to pass the time. 

Half an hour later the wooden sliding door opened again and the crew walked out, laughing and shooting the shit. Richie, his father, the tailor, and the receptionist all crowded toward the front entrance, triggering Derek into action. 

He rose from his seat. 

“Everything okay, Sir?” Derek asked, handing Richie’s father his coat. 

“It’s fine,” he took the coat as Derek re-holstered his own gun. “We’re runnin’ late for another meeting. Go warm up the car.” 

“Yes, Sir,” Derek nodded, walking toward the front entrance of the shop while Richie’s father stayed behind to talk to the tailor for another moment. 

Richie was leaning against the wall by the door, smoking a new cigarette. Derek looked him up and down, annoyance clear on his face.

Richie chuckled. “The fuck you lookin’ at?” 

“Wish I could go within a foot of you without walkin’ through a cloud of smoke,” Derek muttered. 

Richie blew a sarcastic kiss, laughing to himself. “You wanna be near me, huh?” 

“Fuck you,” Derek said, reaching for the front door handle. 

“Fuck me yourself,” Richie smirked. 

Derek turned to Richie’s dad and everyone else before snapping his neck back to Richie. 

“Keep your fuckin’ voice down,” Derek said. 

“Oh you took it seriously?” Richie laughed again, taking another drag. “Honey, you’re the fuckin’ fairy not me.” 

Derek leaned in, inches from Richie, his hand still tight on the doorknob. 

“Meet me back here tonight. Two in the mornin’,” Derek said. 

“Yeah you’d like that wouldn’t you, Princess?” Richie winked.

Derek rolled his eyes, opening and shutting the door in his wake. 

The front door buzzer rang a quarter past two. Derek stood from his chair and made his way to the entrance. 

Upon opening the door a giant gust of tobacco smoke blew into Derek’s face. “God dammit, Richie, you know I hate that fuckin’ shit.” 

Richie stood laughing, continuing to blow out the rest of his smoke before letting himself in and shutting the door, leaning against it as he put out the bud against the brick wall, dropping it to the floor once it was out. 

“You’re hilarious,” Richie said. “It’s just some smoke, Princess. Ain’t gonna hurtcha.” 

Derek scowled. 

“Aw you’re mad at me?” Richie said with a lasting chuckle. 

“You’re such a fuckin’ ass sometimes.” 

“Yeah yeah, you love it,” Richie stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Derek’s waist. 

Derek’s gaze dropped to Richie’s lips and back into his secret paramour’s eyes. 

“I just ask for respect is all,” Derek said. 

“Aw,” Richie said, beginning to sway their bodies together where they stood. “You think I don’t respect you?” 

“There are doubts,” Derek said, his voice low and heady from the proximity of Richie. 

Richie’s head fell back with a groan. “Fine,” he said. “Fine,” he said softer. “I’ll respect you. How do you want me to respect you?” Richie trailed his open palm down the side of Derek’s slack-clad thigh. “You want me on my knees? Will that show you that I respect you, Princess, huh?” 

Derek exhaled. “Stop calling me Princess.” 

“You love it,” Richie smirked. “Admit it. You know you do.” 

Derek sighed. 

“C’mon, admit it,” Richie said, his lips inches from Derek’s. 

Derek licked his own lips, keeping his gaze bowed. 

“Silence speaks volumes, Baby,” Richie laughed. 

“I’m not gonna admit to it,” Derek smirked. 

“It’s okay,” Richie nodded. “I know you do.” He clutched Derek’s lower back and rocked them back and forth again. “Now…are you gonna fuck me or did I come all the way out here in the snow for nothin?” 

“Are you gonna stop smokin’?” 

Richie smirked.

“You gonna make me,” Richie looked at Derek’s lips and back into his eyes. 

“Such a little fuckin’ brat,” Derek grit his teeth and shook his head. His breath caught in his throat when he felt Richie’s hand on the front of his slacks squeezing. 

“Make me,” Richie repeated, a sly smirk on his lips. His bent into whisper against Derek’s lips, “Come on, big shot. Fuckin’ make me.” 

Derek grabbed both of Richie’s wrists with one hand and held them above his head, shoving him against the wall, crowding him in with his body. 

“Oh-ho,” Richie exclaimed. “There he is. There’s my fuckin’ man.” 

“I’m sick of your smart mouth,” Derek said under his breath, pressing his body against Richie’s. 

“Fuck yeah, talk dirty to me, Princess,” Richie smirked, knowing he was getting under Derek’s skin, asking for it. 

He blew Derek a kiss, looking him up and down before Derek was tightening his hold on Richie’s wrists and yanking him to the chair in the corner, ripping Richie’s jacket off in his wake. 

Derek took a seat and settled Richie over his lap, maneuvering his body with grace and force in a quick movement until Richie’s stomach was against the tops of his thighs. The movement disheveled Richie’s white button up and his suspenders went askew. 

“Damn, my pops never even did this,” Richie chuckled, his diaphragm pressing against Derek’s legs. 

“Maybe that’s why you are the way you are,” Derek smirked, unbuckling his own sleeves and rolling them up his forearms before getting to work on Richie’s suspenders and slacks, ripping them down and off, along with his underwear. He held Richie’s wrists together with one hand against his lower back. 

“Maybe,” Richie laughed, gasping when he felt Derek’s hand come down hard against his ass, jiggling the flesh there. “Fuck!” 

“What? You expected this to feel good, huh?” Derek smirked, running his nails up the back of Richie’s naked thighs. 

Richie groaned when another surprising smack came, rutting forward from the hit. 

“It’s not that bad,” Richie grit his teeth when another hit came. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. “Why don’t you…stop being such a little fairy and hit harder.” 

Derek shook his head. 

“Getting your ass smarted and you still have a mouth,” Derek shook his head. 

“Punishment never worked on me,” Richie said, gasping from another hit. “Thought you knew that.” 

“Oh,” Derek raised his own thigh directly under Richie’s cock, bouncing there, feeling how hard Richie was from it. 

“Maybe it works on you in different ways, huh?” Derek smirked, rubbing his palm against Richie’s red and heated asscheeks. 

“There’s the proof,” Derek continued. “No denying it…princess.” 

“Oh fuck you,” Richie said, before another slap came. Richie moaned, rocking forward, his cock leaking against Derek’s slacks. 

Derek spread Richie’s cheeks with one hand, petting at the well-lubricated hole. 

“Already ready for me, huh? Surprised you didn’t dry up in this weather,” Derek said, petting Richie’s hole before sinking a finger in. 

“Fuck,” Richie kicked the floor, not with any force but to find purchase, his own nails gripping into his palms. 

“Walked what…two miles in the snow to get here? Pussy full of oil. What would your pops think if he saw his little pride and joy meeting his bodyguard in the middle of the night to get fucked, huh?” 

“He’d be proud I’m taking initiative and goin’ for what I want,” Richie smirked, his eyes half closed, blissed out and focused on Derek’s finger inside him. “That makes a man.” 

“Yeah?” Derek cooed, easily pressing a second finger into Richie’s hole. “And what would he think if he knew how much you begged for my cock? How much you fuckin’ love being split open on it? Best little cock whore in all of Chicago.” 

“At least I have a title,” Richie said. 

Derek tugged his fingers out and slapped Richie’s ass again, hard and fast. Richie bucked forward with a moan, his cock throbbing hard against Derek’s legs. 

“You know the rules, no comin’ till I do,” Derek said, bouncing his thigh under Richie. 

“Then stop bouncin’ your fuckin’ leg, Asshole,” Richie said. 

Derek chuckled. “Get up.” He let go of Richie’s wrists and they both stood up. 

Richie didn’t get a moment to breathe before Derek was pressing him against the wall and joining their lips together in a slow but heavy make out. 

Richie held Derek’s head, gripping into the back of his hair and his shoulder, sucking on Derek’s tongue. 

“Fuck me,” Richie sighed against Derek’s lips, pecking another small kiss. “Fuckin’ fuck me.” 

Derek lifted Richie’s leg and wrapped it around his own back, holding it there as he sank his cock into Richie’s dripping hole. 

Richie gasped, clutching Derek's back and shoulder hard, his eyes shut tight. 

“That’s what you wanted, huh?” Derek chuckled. “That shut you up?” 

Richie was too into the moment to come up with a witty retort, too high on his man’s body, feeling the way Derek filled and stretched him. 

Derek gathered Richie’s other leg up and wrapped it around his body to join the other before pressing Richie’s lithe body harder against the wall and beginning to truly fuck into him, pounding his hole and drawing out Richie’s high-pitched broken whimpers. Derek’s very favorite sound. 

Derek joined their lips together again, tasting his love's moans for a moment before they continued again. 

“Please God fuck, tell me you’re close,” Richie sighed, clutching at Derek’s head and hair with both hands. 

“Look at you followin’ all the rules,” Derek teased. 

“Fuck you,” Richie sighed, looking into Derek’s eyes and smiling lazily through his pleasure. 

Their lips joined together again as Derek continued pounding into him again at full speed, the fronts of his thighs smacking Richie’s reddened ass, jiggling and slapping the flesh. 

Derek trembled, nearing his finish, his fingers gripping the fat of Richie's thighs as he struggled to continue holding him up. “Fuck.” 

“Come on,” Richie whispered, nuzzling his nose against Derek's. “Fuckin’ do it, Princess.” 

Derek moved to begin kissing Richie's neck, pausing every few moments to moan, his bottom lip dragging against Richie's throat. He groaned, hiding his face fully in Richie’s neck as he came, clutching Richie, holding his entire body weight up as he rut forward coming into his boss’ son. 

Richie's breath hitched with a whimper, coming untouched as Derek angled himself just so, knowing exactly how to drive Richie there after months of secret meetings. 

Their lips met again as they kissed, coming down from their collective high. Moaning and whimpering together, clinging to one another. 

Derek pulled out, as he delicately helped Richie down, maneuvering him so he could stand again. Derek’s come leaked down Richie’s thighs as they continued to kiss. Richie's fingers flexed and relaxed against Derek's sides as they kissed, his eyes closed. 

“You still gonna smoke?” Derek whispered against Richie’s lips. 

“Gonna light one up as soon as you get the hell off me,” Richie said with a smirk. 

Derek shook his head, looking down at Richie’s lips again and kissed a peck there. “So damn stubborn.” 

“I’m Taurus, the fuck do you want from me,” Richie said, keeping eye contact with Derek as continued to pet his sides. 

They kissed again and were quiet for a moment, enjoying each other’s company in rare silence. 

“I know you were fuckin’ around. But don’t you dare tell my pops about this,” Richie said. 

“So we’re not invitin’ him to the weddin?” 

Richie smirked. “Fuck you.” 

“Can I tell him then?” Derek rocked the two of them together. “Hm?” 

“Maybe then,” Richie said under his breath. 

“Maybe then,” Derek repeated, before kissing Richie’s lips again. 

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“You’re late,” Derek said, sitting in the diner booth, holding the laminated paper menu, continuing to read it without looking up as Richie appeared in his peripheral vision. “Again.”

“Yeah yeah,” Richie said with an exasperated sigh, taking a seat in the opposite booth. “Maybe you’re just always early, you ever thought of that, huh?” 

Derek smiled, keeping his eyes on the menu. 

“Couldn’t have ordered me a coffee or nothin’?” Richie busied himself with removing his jacket and hat as he gazed at Derek’s steaming cup. “Some date you are.” 

“Didn’t want it to get cold,” Derek explained. 

“Eh, bullshit,” Richie said as a waitress walked by their table, he turned his head to address her. “Hey ‘toots, can you bring me a cuppa joe as fast as those pretty little legs can carry you?” 

Derek lowered the menu he was holding to gaze at Richie, humor and confusion on his face. 

“Right away, Mr. Boyle,” the waitress said, heading for the other side of the long counter to gather up a cup and the pot. 

“What?” Richie nodded toward Derek, a smirk on his face as the waitress appeared and began pouring his cup of hot black coffee. 

“Thanks, Sweetheart,” Richie said when she was finished. 

“It’s my pleasure, Sir, are you two ready to order?” 

“Give us a few, please, ‘toots, I just got here,” he winked at her. 

She politely bowed out with a nod of her head. “Take your time, Sirs,” she said before walking away to help another table. 

“Flirtin’ with the waitress is a new low,” Derek said, only feigning annoyance, he couldn’t keep the amused smile off his face. 

“Aw, did that make you jealous?” Richie said, finding Derek’s leather shoe with his own under the table to rub and tap, their only allowed display of affection in such a public setting. 

Derek kicked his foot back at him and away, playfully, shaking his head. 

“It fuckin’ did, didn’t it?” Richie chuckled as he fished through his discarded jacket pocket to produce a cigarette and lighter. 

He lit one up and blew the smoke out the side of his mouth. 

“One meal without it, Angel face, is all I ask,” Derek said, busying himself with his menu again, grimacing at the cigarette in Richie’s hand. 

“Angel face…huh? I kinda like that,” Richie smirked, ignoring the subject at hand. 

“My father used to call my mother that,” Derek said. 

Richie sat back further in the booth. 

“You insinuating’ that I’m the fuckin’ girl or somethin?” Richie took another drag of his cigarette, lowering his voice to just above a whisper. “I’ll tell you what, just ‘coz I like it in the ass don’t make me a fuckin’ girl.” 

Derek shook his head with a meek smile on his face, trying to keep himself from laughing. 

“I’m fuckin’ strong,” Richie said, taking another drag. “I’ve fuckin’ shot at people.” 

“Okay, Annie Oakley,” Derek smirked. 

“Fuck you,” Richie said, his lip raised with a suppressed smile. “You’re a fuckin’ prick, you know that?” 

“You sure like them pricks, dontcha,” Derek winked. 

Richie pointed his cigarette at Derek, trying to come up with a witty retort. “Later,” he said before smudging out the cigarette into the ashtray and pushing it away. “You happy?” He gestured to the tray. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you something else to put in your mouth once we’re back to my pad.” 

Richie raised his eyebrows. “That a promise, huh?” 

Derek nodded to Richie’s abandoned menu in front of him. “Pick somethin’ out, I’m starvin’. Your pops has been runnin’ me all day.” 

Richie followed the direction, giving the menu a once-over before putting it back down, not giving it a second glance. “Speakin’ of my pops…how is he? You’ve been gettin’ off work earlier and earlier these days. I tried callin’, but he never picks up the fuckin’ horn. I saw him…what was it,” he looked at the ceiling. “A little over a week ago.” 

“He’s good,” Derek said. “Hasn’t been needin’ me as much besides today. Haven’t been goin’ out on the town as often as we used to. This week especially, I’ve mostly been sittin’ by the front door vetting people for entry.” 

“Easy money,” Richie smirked. “Good thing he pays a killer salary then, huh?” 

“Right,” Derek smiled, his gaze dropping to Richie’s hand, wishing he could reach out and hold it. But such was an impossibility in such a public place. A long silence spanned between them. 

“What?” Richie said after a few moments of quiet. 

Derek shook his head. “Nothin’” 

“Where the fuck are you takin’ me?” Richie said once they got to Derek’s car, a dark blue Chevy Bel Air. 

“You’ll see,” Derek said, a smile on his face, starting the engine up and beginning to drive. 

“I fuckin’ hate secrets, Derek. You of all people should know that,” Richie said, rolling the car window down and reaching into his pocket to light up a new cigarette. Derek shot him a passing look. “Don’t look at me like that, I didn’t smoke durin’ dinner, and you’re stressin’ me out with this guessing game you got goin’ here.” 

Derek shook his head, suppressing a smile. 

“It’s really not a big deal,” Derek said. 

“Then why the secrecy, huh?” Richie took a drag of his cigarette. 

“Do you wanna know?” 

“Fuck yeah I wanna know,” Richie said, his eyebrows furrowed, muttering under his breath. “Keepin’ fuckin’ secrets from me.” 

“We’re going to a club.” 

Richie stilled. “What kinda club?” 

“A club for people like us,” Derek said, looking at Richie to gauge his reaction. 

Richie sat in silence. 

“What do you…” 

“A place where we can dance together,” Derek said, excitedly explaining the place he had discovered. “Actually dance together. In public.” 

Richie’s lip raised just slightly, the hand holding his cigarette dangling out the car window. “Where’d you find this place?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

“I am very worried about it,” Richie said. “If this place is a trap…” 

“It’s not a trap.”

“How do you fuckin’ know?” 

“I just do,” Derek said, his hand squeezing the steering wheel a bit tighter. “Just relax,” he said softly, reaching his hand out to take Richie’s, exhaling at the feeling of his love’s hand finally in his, something he had been waiting to do for the past hour over pancakes and coffee. He laced his fingers with Richie’s and held him. 

Richie squeezed back. 

“Babe, I would never put you in a position that could put you in danger. Trust me,” he rubbed his thumb along the back of Richie’s hand. “Do you trust me? Hmm?” He lifted Richie’s hand up to kiss. 

“Look at you, Mister Romantic,” Richie smirked. “Yeah, I guess I trust you.” 

“You guess?” 

Richie exhaled. “I trust you.” 

“This the place, huh?” Richie said as they pulled into a back alley parking lot. “Seedy little hole in the wall?”

“I’ll protect you,” Derek said with a smirk, pulling Richie’s hand up to kiss again but Richie tugged his hand out before he could. 

“I can protect myself, thank you very fuckin’ much.” 

Derek shook his head, trying to keep from laughing at Richie’s insistence. 

“Guns aren’t allowed inside,” Derek explained, tugging his own gun from the holster inside his jacket and placing it into the glove compartment. “You too.” 

“I didn’t bring my gun,” Richie said. 

Derek furrowed his eyebrows. 

“I thought you’d be bringing yours so why bother.” 

Derek smirked. “So you do want me to protect you?” 

“I didn’t say that, Derek, stop twistin’ my words.” 

“Come here,” Derek said, leaning over. 

“I’m fuckin’ strong,” Richie said, melting the closer Derek got to him. 

“Uh huh,” Derek said, inches from Richie. 

“I am,” Richie insisted, his voice at nearly a whisper. 

“I know,” Derek whispered. 

Derek cradled Richie’s cheek in his hand and captured Richie’s lips in his. Richie melted into the kiss, wrapping his arm around Derek as they made out. 

“You’re very strong,” Derek whispered against Richie’s lips before kissing again. 

“Yeah,” Richie sighed. 

“You don’t need me? Hm?” Derek slowly ran his tongue along Richie’s bottom lip before joining their kiss again. 

“I didn’t say that either,” Richie whined. 

Derek left one small peck against Richie’s plump lips. 

“Come on,” Derek ran his palm down Richie’s waist. “Let’s go in.” 

“How ‘bout we stay here?” Richie said, reaching his hand down to cup Derek’s cock through his slacks. “Hm?”

Derek grit his teeth, holding himself back. “Later,” he said, kissing Richie’s lips. “Wanna twirl you around on the dance floor for a bit first.” 

“Fine,” Richie said, reaching for another kiss. “But afterwards you’re takin’ me back to your pad and fucking me. Hard.” 

Derek groaned, hiding his face in Richie’s neck, kissing there playfully. “Okay, come on.” 

Richie held Derek’s hand as they made their way into the side of the warehouse building, trailing after a small group of other men their age, following the sound of the music. 

Derek noticed Richie looking at a few of the couples in front of them, at their clasped hands as they walked ahead. 

“You okay?” Derek cooed. 

“What if someone recognizes me?” Richie asked. “I’ll have to move all the way to Timbuktu. Be…fuckin’ destitute.” 

“You’re really not as famous as you think you are, sweetheart,” Derek winked. 

Richie sulked, not in the mood for humor, hermitting into himself, a rare sight. 

“Hey it’ll be okay,” Derek said, rubbing his thumb across Richie’s hand. “Do you wanna go back to the car? Hm? We don’t have to do this.” 

“No,” Richie said. “No, I want to.” He took a deep breath, mustering his courage, and turned to Derek. “I wanna finally show the world how fuckin’ hot my man is.” 

“Yeah?” Derek said, nuzzling him, his gaze dropping to Richie’s lips and back up, not wanting to kiss him just yet, wanting to make sure he was fully comfortable first. 

“Yeah,” Richie said, developing attitude of not giving a fuck again and tilting his head toward the inside of the club. “Now come on, they’re playing my song.” 

Once inside the club it was as if Richie and Derek had entered another world. A place where anyone could truly be themselves, a very rare find for the time. A place to unashamedly be themselves. Men were dancing with men, holding hands with men, kissing men. 

A place to finally exhale. 

“I had no idea there were this many of us,” Richie said, his voice soft but loud enough to hear over the music, squeezing Derek’s hand, still a lost lamb but feigning composure. 

“It’s why I wanted to bring you here,” Derek said, moving to hold Richie’s waist and stand behind him, swaying their bodies together. He nuzzled his neck softly from behind, kissing there. “To show you we’re not alone. We’re not freaks. There’s a whole community of us. I wanted you to see it for yourself.” 

Richie’s face drew in confusion as he turned to look into Derek’s eyes. 

“You’re trying to tell me you’ve been here before?” 

Derek nodded tersely. 

“So who the fuck did you bring here before me?” 

Derek began to laugh. 

“Huh?” Richie began laughing too, trying to regain his anger but breaking at the sight of Derek. “Don’t you fuckin’ laugh at me. Who is he?” 

Derek shook his head, tongue in cheek. 

“I shouldn’t have said nothin’.” 

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have.” 

“I didn’t love him,” Derek said. 

“Yeah yeah, and you love me?” 

Derek nuzzled against Richie again, laughing when Richie flinched away, still playfully angry. 

“You know I love your stubborn ass.” 

Richie ignored him, looking around the club. “So who the fuck was he? He fuckin’ here? I’ll kick his ass.” 

“Suddenly flirting with the waitress is real tame, huh?” Derek teased. 

“That’s not the same and you know it,” Richie scowled. 

“He moved to New York,” Derek said. “He was just a hook up.” 

“Yeah yeah, how many times?” 

“How many times what?” 

“How many times did you two fuck?” 

Derek bowed his head in thought. 

“You have to fuckin’ think about it?” Richie said, his mouth open in dramatic shock. “That many times? You lost fuckin’ count?” 

“I’m sorry,” Derek laughed, rubbing Richie’s side with his palm. 

“Yeah, fuck you,” Richie shook his head, leaning into Derek and nuzzling him. 

Just then, ‘Shout’ by The Isley Brothers began playing and the dark room of men began to cheer. Men that didn’t previously have dancing partners grabbed one and dragged them to the dance floor. 

“May I have this dance?” Derek asked, continuing to rub Richie’s side from behind. 

“Am I better lay?” 

“What?” Derek laughed. 

“Be honest.” 

“Babe,” Derek kissed Richie’s neck. “You’re the best lay I’ve ever had in my life. You know you are. You just wanna hear me say it.” 

“Damn right I do,” Richie smirked. 

Derek smacked Richie’s ass through his slacks causing him to jolt, tongue in cheek. “Now show me the moves that matter.” 

On the dance floor, Derek grabbed both of Richie’s hands and they began dancing to the music, loosening up, smiling, joyous, together. Somewhere they belonged. 

On their own private cloud nine. 

Turning, pressing, spinning. 

The only thing that existed was them. 

Derek spun and dipped Richie, clutching his lower back as held him up, nuzzling his nose against his love’s. 

“Who knew I was fuckin’ a dancer,” Richie laughed, clutching Derek’s arm. 

“Not so bad yourself,” Derek said softly as the music changed. 

‘Earth Angel’ by The Penguins began playing. 

Derek lifted Richie up and they changed position, holding each other close, catching their breath from from the quick music shifting to a slower tune. Richie’s arms were resting around Derek’s neck, and Derek held Richie by the small of his back, gripping his side. 

Their bodies moved together, slowly and tenderly to match the speed of the music, longingly gazing into one another’s eyes. 

They were quiet for once, no playful banter, no jokes, just together, their bodies telling the story their minds never could.

Derek moved closer to kiss Richie but when he was inches away Richie pressed against Derek’s chest with a shaky hand, not ready. 

Derek turned to gesture to the room of men all slow dancing together, some kissing, some nuzzling. They were amongst common folk. 

“Look around,” Derek said at a whisper. “It’s okay, Babe. We’re safe.” 

Richie looked around and back into Derek’s eyes, his hand still shaking as he moved it back into position, to run through the back of Derek’s hair. 

He nodded. 

“Yeah?” Derek rubbed Richie’s back. 

“Hurry up and kiss me,” Richie said softly. “Before I lose my mind.” 

Derek pressed his lips against Richie’s and they both melted into it, clinging to each other. Their first true public display of their love. It felt surreal. 

Richie pulled back a bit too soon, but Derek didn’t push it, understanding exactly where his head was. 

They looked into each other’s eyes again. 

“You know I give you a lot of shit,” Richie sighed. “But I’m real gone for you, Hale.” 

Derek smiled, pressing his forehead against Richie’s holding his body close. “I’m real gone for you too.” 

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Derek’s thigh twitched before his hips bucked up with a gasp, trying to fuck up and further into Richie’s mouth, but his movement was limited by the way he was being held down. 

One of Richie’s hands was holding him down by the hip while the other was wet and stroking Derek’s cock, his elbow pressed into the mattress to keep his love’s body as still as possible as he suckled the head and twisted his wrist, bobbing down in expert movements causing Derek to grit his teeth and curse. 

“Richie….fuck….” One of his hands gripped tight in the sheets and the other in Richie’s messy black quaff of hair. Derek whimpered, his hip twitching again. 

Richie pulled off, continuing to stroke, a cheeky smirk on his face. 

“Yeah, keep makin’ those pretty little fuckin’ sounds, Princess,” he stuck his tongue out and began slapping the head of Derek’s cock against it, curling his lips around it to leave a kiss on the weeping tip, continuing to keep eye contact with Derek throughout. 

Derek’s cock twitched in Richie’s hold, those big brown sinful eyes of his looking so innocent, and yet debauched. His pupils blown out with lust. 

Derek’s chest was rising and falling in quick succession. “Not a fuckin’….princess.” 

“You sure fuckin’ sound like one,” he suckled hard on Derek’s tip again, rolling his tongue there to lap and tease. 

Derek whined, an almost feminine catch in his throat. 

“Yeah?” Richie cooed, kissing again. “That feel good, Princess?” 

Derek’s head fell back against the pillow with a breathy laugh. “God dammit.” 

“You fuckin’ love it,” Richie smiled, leaving a delicate lingering kiss against Derek’s hip bone, nuzzling his face there, continuing to stroke him. 

“You want me to fuck you? Just say it,” Richie whispered. “Hm?” He kissed his hip bone again. 

Derek contemplated for a moment before nodding, looking down at Richie, stroking his hair and cheek. “Yeah.” 

It had been almost a year since Derek had bottomed, and it would be his first time ever bottoming for Richie. 

It would also be Richie’s first time topping a man. 

“I’ll teach you,” he said softly, trying to be sweet and hot in the moment. 

“I know how to fuck, Derek,” Richie said, playfully offended, kissing the side of Derek’s cock. 

“Not a man,” Derek said. 

“How different can it be, really?” 

“Pretty fuckin’ different,” Derek said with a breathy laugh. “Come here.” 

Richie crawled up Derek’s body until they were kissing, a slow make-out, their hearts both pounding in their chests against one another. Derek moved down to kiss Richie’s neck, holding Richie by the small of his naked back as their cocks rubbed together wet and sloppy, side by side. 

Derek sucked at Richie’s neck, gasping when Richie’s cock bumped his own at the perfect angle. 

“Don’t give me a hickey,” Richie breathed, gripping Derek’s head and hair. “I don’t know how I would explain that to my pops.” 

“Hmm?” Derek cooed, continuing to kiss and suck in the same place. “Just tell him a girl gave it to you. I don’t mind.” 

“Better than his bodyguard,” Richie laughed. “Babe…please.” 

Derek pulled back, kissing one last time in the area before joining his and Richie’s lips together again. 

“You really want to fuck me?” Derek cooed, nuzzling his nose against Richie’s. 

“Fuck yeah,” Richie smiled like he had been waiting for the opportunity for years, kissing him again. 

“Do it,” Derek sighed, his words ending with a whine, lifting his legs expecting Richie to slide in. But he didn’t. 

Derek groaned when Richie started kissing down his body, from his neck to his chest, to his hips bone, to right next to the base of his cock. He knew exactly what Richie was doing. 

He had done it to Richie many times. 

Derek gripped the sheets with both hands, anticipating what was coming next. “Babe…”

Richie pressed Derek’s legs back, knee-walking into place and holding his hips, tugging him further down with force, opening Derek’s hole to the ceiling. 

Richie immediately buried his face in between Derek’s cheeks to begin kissing and lapping at his slightly hairy hole. 

Derek gasped, rocking his hips back and forth in tiny movements to rub himself against Richie’s face, whining, his large thighs quivering under Richie’s strong palms holding him back. 

Richie rubbed his tongue in circles, hot and wet against Derek’s dusty pink hole. The lightly peppered hair around his hole was wet with Richie’s spit as he made out with his boyfriend’s puckered flesh. 

“Rich…Richie,” Derek’s knuckles were white in the grey sheets. 

“Hm?” Richie pressed his tongue inside and back out, kissing the quivering hole. “Does my princess like that? Gettin’ his hot little pussy licked?” 

“God…” Derek whined, sweat beading on his brow. 

“Pretty little fuckin’ sounds,” Richie sighed, almost to himself instead of Derek. He slapped his hand down hard against the back meat of Derek’s thighs, causing his breath to hitch. 

“Beg me to fuck you, Princess. Go on,” he continued fucking Derek with his tongue, purposely drooling on him, using that extra wetness to press his finger inside. 

Derek should’ve anticipated his moves, he had done all of it to Richie in the past. But his mind was so scrambled, so driven by blind lust he couldn’t even remember his own name in the moment. 

“F…fuck me,” Derek sighed. “Please,” he whined. “God, please.” 

Richie kissed next to Derek’s hole as he pressed in a second finger, watching Derek’s body twitch and throb around him. 

Derek whined again. “Please.” 

Richie, unable to contain himself any longer, retreated his fingers and positioned his body between Derek’s spread thighs, slapping the head of his own cock directly against Derek’s wet hole in tiny teasing little movements. 

Derek shifted beneath him, trying to press back against Richie’s cock, silently begging for it. 

“I know,” Richie cooed, petting Derek’s thigh. He dribbled some of his spit against his own cock, using that to rub against Derek’s hole as he began pressing in. 

Derek gasped and scrambled for Richie with his hand. Richie immediately laced his fingers with Derek’s and pressed their joined hands against the mattress as he slid in fully, holding Derek’s thigh back with his other hand as he began to fuck into him. 

“Fuck…,” Richie sighed, his own hip twitching as he watched his cock slowly sliding in and own of Derek’s hole. 

“So fuckin’ tight, Princess,” Richie sighed. “So god damn fuckin’ tight.” 

“Come here,” Derek reached around Richie’s body to press against his lower back, wanting him closer. “Please, Baby, come here.” 

Derek kept his own trembling legs back on his own as Richie leaned over his body, joining their lips together. Derek grabbed Richie’s other hand with his own until both of their hands were laced together. Richie, balanced himself, steadling his fucking before lifting their hands to just above Derek’s head as they kissed. 

“You gonna come for me?” Richie sighed against Derek’s lips. 

Derek nodded, his eyes streaming with tears, his entire body, but especially his heart was full.

Derek angled his lower half slightly, his hips moving an inch to the left and gasped. “Right there. Right there, Baby. Don’t stop…Harder.” 

Richie followed the direction, fucking exactly where Derek wanted him to, his own gasps and moans taking over his body, his arms shaky, struggling with holding himself up. 

Derek squeezed Richie’s hands tighter in his as he came untouched, weeping, his hole clenching Richie’s cock. 

Richie stayed in position, continuing to thrust into Derek as much as he could until his arms were giving out on him and he delicately let go of Derek’s hands to rest his body against Derek’s as he clung to him, his face resting in Derek’s neck as he came, his hips stuttering as he cried, pumping Derek with his come. 

“How’d you first know you were fruity?” Richie asked, his open palm rubbing Derek’s bare chest, cuddled against him on the bed, his body completely relaxed, having already had two cigarettes, nearing sleep. 

“What?” Derek laughed, his arm around Richie’s body, holding his shoulder, caressing the bare skin with his nails. 

“You heard me,” Richie said with a small sleepy smile. “When did you first know you weren’t…” 

“Straight?” 

“Normal,” Richie said. 

Derek looked up at his bedroom ceiling, contemplating the question. He’d never really given it much thought. 

“I had a crush on my United States history teacher in seventh year,” Derek said. “Mr. Mandy.” 

“Was he attractive?” Richie said, his voice already laced with jealousy. 

“He was, yeah,” Derek laughed. “Blonde hair, bright green eyes. A real firm caboose.” 

“So the complete opposite of me, huh?” Richie clicked his tongue. 

Derek nuzzled and kissed Richie’s mouth. “You have the firm caboose part.” 

Richie pouted, his head falling back against Derek’s chest, continuing to rub there, staring at the bedroom wall. 

“What about you?” Derek said. “When did you first know?” 

Richie was silent for a long drawn out moment, his hand stilling. 

“You okay?” Derek cooed. 

Richie snapped out of his stupor. “Huh? Oh….yeah.” 

“You don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable.” 

“No no. I just…haven’t thought about it in…fuckin’ years,” Richie said. 

A silence drew between them before Richie continued talking. 

“I was in the second grade,” Richie said. “At the fancy-pants private school my pops sent me to. Me and this other boy…Connor Flurry…” Richie looked at the wall again, his cheek nuzzling Derek’s chest. “We were sittin’ on the soccer field while the…” he sighed. “While the fifth graders were playing ball. Me and Connor were sittin’ under the bleachers playing jacks. You know the little fuckin’ bouncy ball and the little X-shaped thing…” 

“I know what jacks are, babe,” Derek smiled. 

“Anyway,” Richie lost himself in thought again. “We were playin’ and he leaned over and kissed my cheek.” 

He got quiet again, losing himself in the memory. 

“How did you react?” Derek asked, his voice nearly at a whisper. 

“I kissed him back,” Richie said. “On his cheek. And then he held my hand and told me he thought I was cute. And I…I remember girls tryin’ that in the past and all I did was run from ‘em. But with Connor…I leaned into it. I didn’t,” he sighed again. “I didn’t know it was wrong. I’d never even heard of such a thing. But it felt right.” 

“It was right,” Derek said, to comfort Richie. 

“I know that now,” Richie said. “I had a couple girlfriends growin’ up, slept with them, the works. I had fun, but I always knew somethin’ was off. I remember one time, God it was…three years ago now? I was laying in bed with this girl. She told me she loved me.” 

Richie was silent for a moment before continuing his story. 

“I considered it. Surrenderin’. Suppressin’ it. Settlin’ down with her. Raising a family like my pops has always wanted me to. But I remembered Connor, under the bleachers all those years ago. I remembered my wandering eyes at the footballers in school. Deep down, I yearned for a guy to show an interest in me, like Connor had. Someone to make the first move so I wasn’t putting myself at risk. But no guy ever did.” 

“I did,” Derek said softly. 

Richie’s lip raised with a small smile. “Where were you then?” 

Derek pressed a kiss against Richie’s lips again. Richie laid his head on Derek’s chest again, nuzzling there, continuing his story. 

“I couldn’t do that to her,” Richie said. “I knew, even as much fun as we had together, it was a lie. A…fuckin’ farse. I was trying to be the guy my pops wanted me to be. Not who I wanted to be.” Richie exhaled. “So I rejected her, never heard from her again. Poured myself into helpin’ my pops and his buddies with their endeavors and forgot about love,” Richie rubbed Derek’s chest with his palm. “Until you.” 

Derek kissed Richie again, holding his cheek to deepen their kiss as they slowly made out, slowly, sensually, just lying together and moving in tandem. 

Derek stopped when he felt a wetness on his face. He pulled back and saw Richie was crying, tears streaming from his beautiful brown eyes. He stroked Richie’s cheek. 

“Angel face? You okay?” Derek cooed. He had only seen Richie cry one other time before. 

“He’ll find out eventually,” Richie said. “I don’t what’ll happen…when he does.” 

“We’ll figure it out, Babe,” Derek said, lightly shushing Richie and stroking his cheeks. “I promise. I’m not scared of your pops. And I’m not goin’ anywhere. You hear me? Hmm?” 

Richie nodded, his face still covered in tears. 

Derek pulled him in for another kiss, wrapping his arms around his love, holding him tight. Nobody would ever hurt Richie, if Derek had anything to say about it.