Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2006 00:33:19 -0500
From: Derek Warner <djwarner1984@hotmail.com>
Subject: Derek and Brett  Chapter 2  Anniversary

Brett is 21, 6'1", 165 lbs., blonde hair, blue eyes, light hair on his legs,
and shaved-smooth chest. Brett is the top in this hot duo, very skilled in
the use of his 7" uncut, very thick cock. He has average-sized balls -
completely hairless. The thing Derek loves about Brett's cock is the unusual
amount of foreskin that overhangs Brett's cock head. Even when rock hard,
there is still a good inch of extra foreskin.

Derek is 22, 5' 11", 155 lbs., brown hair, and brown eyes. His chest is
naturally smooth and his legs are slightly hairy. Derek's cock is 6 1/2" cut
with a large mushroom head. His balls are rather large and can stretch
pretty low, with light hair covering them. But Derek's best asset is his
ass. His cheeks are round and smooth, with slight dimples. His ass hole is
perfectly framed in his ass crack, with a small ring of dark hair around his
pucker.

Anniversary

Derek had been having a terrible time. He had been working long hours and
had little sleep. He had been leaving before Brett woke up. Sometimes, Brett
would fall asleep on the couch while he was waiting for Derek to come home.
To make matters worse, with the long hours, Derek and Brett had not had sex
in over two weeks. Derek needed to cum regularly -- either by sex with Brett
or by jerking off. He was not used to going long periods of time without
cumming. And with all the stress at work, the long hours, and little sleep,
he had become irritable, short-tempered, and quick to snap at Brett.

Brett was frustrated; he didn't know what to do to help Derek. He was
desperate, so against his better judgment, he went to visit Madame Osma.
Madame Osma was one of those psychic readers who made their money by reading
people's futures. Derek had known Madame Osma all his life -- she was his
mother's best friend - and he believed she could read his future. Brett
didn't believe it, but he did have to admit there were some past instances
where Madame Osma was right with her predictions about Derek. He went with
the intention of speaking to her to get advice on how to help his lover.

As Brett approach the doorway to Madame Osma's, he heard Madame Osma call to
him, "Come in, Brett." He chuckled in disbelief, shook his head, and went
in. She hugged him and whispered to him, "I know why you came. I can help
you. Please, sit." As he lowered himself into the chair, Madame Osma
continued. "I know you don't believe I can read futures, but you love my
Derek and you want to help him. This is good. I will help you." She paused.
Long enough that Brett thought he was supposed to respond. But before he
could, she said, "The anniversary is the key."

"Huh? What anniversary?" Brett asked. He was very confused.

"Your anniversary. With Derek. Two years ago, you started love making, no?
Is this Friday two years?" Madame Osma worded her sentences like questions,
but said them like they were fact.

Brett was stunned. How did she know?  The two-year anniversary of the first
day they made love was coming up on Friday. "How did you...?" Brett started to
ask, but she ignored the question and cut him off.

"The anniversary is the key. And you are the gift." Madame Osma continued.
"He does not remember; you will remind him. I will help."

Brett was speechless. How did she know any of this? Had Derek told her? But
how could she possibly help? All these thoughts and questions were spinning
around in Brett's head when Madame Osma got annoyed.

"Ach!" She grunted at him and snapped him out of his thoughts. "You don't
believe. Ach! Wait..." She got up and left the room.

Brett was confused. Where was she going? Just as he was going to call for
her, she returned. She was holding a box -- about the size of a shoe box.

"You take this." Madame Osma handed him the box. "Do not open until you get
home. You read the instructions carefully. Do it Friday. The anniversary is
the key."

Brett wished she would stop saying that. "But..." As Brett started to ask a
question, she cut him off again. This time she put her index finger under
his chin and her thumb over his lips almost sticking it up his nose.

"Ach! My Derek loves you. You love Derek. He needs you. You need him.
Believe, don't believe -- just do it for Derek. You love him?" Again, she
said the question like it was a fact.

"Yes, I do love him", Brett was resolved. He had to try. So what if it
didn't work? -- whatever it was... At least he could try.

"Good." She hugged him and smiled. "After you do this, the two of you come
to me and I will have my anniversary gift for the two of you." She got very
excited about it. "You two will love my gift." She paused and looked in his
eyes, "Ach! You still don't believe." She rolled her eyes as she said it.
"When you come back with Derek, you'll believe." She nodded her head once as
if to confirm that it was true.

"Thank you, I'll try it." Brett said as he got up to leave.

"Yes, yes you will." Madame Osma said as he closed the door behind him.

Brett was tempted to open the box on the way home, but didn't. He was not
sure what was in it and he wanted to be out of public view just in case. He
got home and opened the box. Inside he found several items and an
instruction book. He looked at each of the items, trying to figure out what
they were. He then picked up the instructions and read them from front to
back, picking up each item as the instructions referred to them.

When he was done, he smiled. He wasn't sure if Madame Osma could read the
future, but he did believe that he and Derek would enjoy using what was in
the box.

Friday morning, Brett woke up. He was on the couch again and Derek was gone.
Brett was not sure at first that Derek had even come home until he saw that
the coffee was made and some was taken. He started thinking about Derek. He
loved watching Derek make the coffee in the morning. It was a strange
connection that they shared. Usually, Derek would have just gotten up and
thrown on only a T-shirt. It would come down to just about cover his ass
cheeks. With Derek's back to him, Brett would watch him as he set the coffee
maker up. He would always wait until Derek had turned on the coffee maker
and then Brett would make his move. He would move in behind him and they
would make slow, passionate love in the kitchen as the coffee brewed in
front of them. In the two years they had been making love, they had probably
fucked that way fifty times in the kitchen. Brett realized he was getting a
hard-on thinking about it. He shook the thoughts out of his head and
prepared for tonight.

Derek's project was supposed to be completed that day. Brett figured he
would be home on time. He was 15 minutes later than usual, but it didn't
screw up Brett's plans. Derek came in the door and he was as crabby as ever.
Brett did not try to engage him in conversation, so no arguments could be
started.

"I'll put dinner on the table." Brett said in a very neutral tone.

Derek said nothing and sat at his place. Brett thought he looked awful. He
watched as he ate a few forkfuls. Brett was relieved -- it was working. The
instructions had told him to put a spice in a bottle from the box into
whatever food he was serving. It was a tasteless, hypnotic drug. It would
make Derek's muscles loosen up -- to relax him - but he would not fall
asleep. But more importantly, he would feel compelled to do whatever Brett
told him to do.

"Do you feel OK?" Brett said. He was looking for signs that the spice was
working.

"No, I feel like crap." Derek snapped and continued eating. Clearly, the
spice was not working yet.

Brett waited a while longer. Derek had eaten most of his meal. "Do you feel
OK, honey?" Brett asked again.

"I don't know." Derek looked confused. His eyes looked like they might
close.

"You need to lay down on the bed." Brett suggested.

"Yeah, I need to lay down on the bed." Derek echoed Brett. It was working.

"I'll help you." Brett said as he got up and helped him move to the bedroom.
They made their way to the room and Derek lay on the bed. "We need to get
your clothes off." Brett commanded.

"Yeah, will you help me?" Derek asked Brett. The muscles in his body had
been so tensed up for so long, that the affects of the spice on his muscles
were making him very weak.

"Of course, I'll help you." Brett responded. Derek smiled and let his body
go limp.

Brett worked all of Derek's clothes off of him until he was naked on the
bed. He had already turned the heat up in the apartment a couple degrees so
Derek's exposed body would not be cold. Brett picked up the instruction book
and got to work. He checked the book and then positioned Derek's body on the
bed. He kept him on his back and put a pillow under his head. Brett had
already laid towels on the bed beforehand. He extended Derek's arms so they
were completely stretched out, almost touching each bedpost. He then spread
his legs wide. They were also almost touching the bedpost, too.

"You OK honey?" Brett checked to see if Derek was still awake.

"Yeah, I'm OK. I feel really good right now." Derek's eyes remained closed.
His speech was no different than if he was having a normal conversation with
Brett.

Brett stepped back and looked at his lover. His arms and legs were spread
wide -- his body was open to him. Brett could see the small tufts of hair
under Derek's arms. His ballsac was stretched low, covering most of his ass
crack. His balls had made their way into his crack, one sitting on top of
the other. His soft cock was draped over his ballsac, slightly to one side.

Brett removed an item from the box. It was black and made of some kind of
leathery material. It looked like a wrist sweat band with extra straps on
it. He slid it onto Derek's right hand. There was a hard, flat object sewn
into the material. Brett moved the band around until this part of the object
was in Derek's palm. He then took the straps and wrapped it around his hand
and secured it with a small piece of velcro that was attached to it. He did
the same with the other hand.

Brett leaned in to Derek and whispered in his ear, "This will make you feel
better."

"Yeah, it will make me feel better." Derek echoed back to him.

He then removed another object from the box. It was the same material, only
a different shape. This looked like it was a sock with the toes cut off.
Brett slipped it onto Derek's right foot and positioned the hard flat piece
at the sole of Derek's foot. He secured it with the velcro straps. He then
did the same to his other foot.

The instruction book said that the spice would continue to keep his muscles
weak for at least an hour but the hypnotic aspect would only work for a few
minutes. Derek was beginning to come out of his hypnotic haze. Why was he on
the bed? What was Brett doing to him? How come he couldn't move.

"Brett? Brett, what are you doing?" Derek had a slight tone of anxiety in
his voice.

"You love me, right?" Brett asked. It was their special phrase. Derek and
Brett thought that saying `I love you' sounded trite. One of them said `You
love me, right?' once, and it became their thing to say to each other when
they wanted to express their love.

"I do. What are these things on me and how come I can't move?" Derek asked.

Brett moved to the side of the bed on Derek's right. He kneeled down on the
floor and leaned over to Derek placing his right hand on Derek's left cheek.
He tilted his head toward him and his lips came right up to Derek's right
ear.

"It's the anniversary of the first time we made love", Brett whispered.
"Madame Osma helped me pick out this gift for you. Lay back and relax. It
will make all your frustrations wash away and remind you why you love me."
As he finished, he brushed his hand softly on Derek's cheek.

"Oh, Brett", Derek moaned. "I forgot our anniversary." He paused and took in
a deep breath. "And I've treated you so badly."

A wave of frustration fell over him. He felt awful for the way he had been
treating Brett. A tear started to drop from his right eye down his cheek.
Brett leaned in and kissed the tear, tasting its saltiness.

"Stop worrying. You love me, right?" Brett said with a smile.

Derek looked into Brett's eyes. "I love you so much." Derek was almost
pleading.

"I know. Now just relax; I'll take care of everything." Brett said as he
moved away to get the next object from the box.

Derek still could not move, his muscles were so weak. He trusted Brett and
knew he would not hurt him. He started thinking about what Brett said. Brett
and Madame Osma working together? But Brett thought she was a fraud? Did he
really love him that much that he would team up with Madame Osma? What are
those things on my hands and feet? What was Brett doing?

"Brett, please, what is all this?" Derek asked.

"I'll show you." Brett said as he turned and held something up for Derek to
see. It was completely silver. And it was all slick from some substance that
Brett had put on it. From the way Brett was holding it, it looked like it
was heavy. As Brett moved it closer for Derek to see he could finally make
out what it was.

"A butt plug?" Derek asked. "You and Madame Osma picked out a butt plug as a
gift for me?" He sounded shocked, but he was also on the verge of laughing;
it seemed so ridiculous.

"Yes..." Brett smiled. "And more."

Brett moved to the foot of the bed. He crawled in between Derek's legs and
moved in close. He lifted Derek's limp cock and lay it flat on his stomach,
stretching it out to point up at Derek's face. It rolled slowly a little bit
to the side. With his left hand, he cupped his fingers under Derek's ballsac
and pulled it up to uncover his ass crack. He positioned the silver butt
plug outside of Derek's ass crack. He lined up the tip with Derek's hole,
centering it in the ring of hair around Derek's asshole. Brett twisted the
plug around, spreading the lubricant that he had put on the plug onto
Derek's hole.

"Oh, oh, oh...god, that feels good." Derek moaned. His breathing started to
get faster and heavier.

Brett pushed the plug gently against Derek's hole and it almost jumped out
of his hand. It slid easily into Derek's hole and nestled itself into
position.

"Ungh!" Derek grunted and then he exhaled. His breathing was deep, but at a
normal rhythm.

Brett forgot that Derek's muscles were weakened. He should have realized the
butt plug would go in easily. He got up and retrieved the last object from
the box. He went back to his position next to Derek. Kneeling on the floor
to Derek's right again, he leaned in to whisper in Derek's ear.

"This is the remote that controls everything. It has 4 settings -- OFF,
START, SLOW, & FAST. It's OFF now. I'm going to put it on START."

"Oh, Brett." Derek was getting anxious again. "Please..."

Brett responded, "You love me, right?"

Before Derek could answer, Brett turned the switch to START.

Derek tilted his head back and opened his mouth, "ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuckkk!".

Derek was finding out what Brett already knew. The butt plug was opening up
and expanding. Not only that, it was designed to locate the prostate gland.
During sex, Brett's cock would massage Derek's prostate gland as he thrust
his cock in and out of Derek's ass. This was different, though. This was
more intense. The butt plug had found Derek's prostate gland and was
applying constant pressure to it.

"Hang on, honey," Brett encouraged him. "This part should only take a few
minutes."

Derek could not think straight. This part?!?! How many parts were there? The
intense pressure on Derek's prostate was too much for him. But he could not
move. He couldn't verbalize anything either. Each intake of Derek's breath
was very raspy. And on each exhale, Derek groaned, "ohhh", in a deep
guttural voice.

Brett watched Derek's cock and balls as the butt plug kept the pressure on
Derek's prostate gland. His cock started hardening. It started out limply
lying to the side -- Derek's shrunken cockhead about two inches to the left
of Derek's navel. It then slowly rolled from its position -- the cock head
now covering Derek's navel as it got thicker. Brett thought he could see
Derek's cock get a little bit bigger with each pulse of Derek's blood racing
through his cock. Brett moved to look at the effect on Derek's balls. His
nut sack was contracting. The sac was pulling up and getting smaller. He
could definitely see Derek's heart rate in his nut sac -- with each beat of
Derek's heart, the ball sac would contract a little bit more. Finally, his
cock was hard enough to lift off of Derek's stomach. Brett could definitely
see the pulsing now, as Derek's cock bobbed into the air with each heart
pulse, getting higher as his hardness grew.

Derek's rhythmic breathing and moaning was broken and he let out a
higher-pitched half-scream, "AAAHHH".

Brett got concerned. What was happening? Is something going wrong? Is Derek
OK? He looked at the remote and put his finger over the OFF switch. He
looked at Derek again, before he pressed it. Then he saw what was happening.
Derek's nut sack had become so contracted, that his balls had moved
completely up into his body. Brett took his finger off the button and moved
in for a closer look. Derek's balls are larger than average -- it must have
hurt momentarily when they pulled into his body. Brett took his hand and
slowly, gently ran it over the tight nut sac. Its skin was all hard and his
balls had almost disappeared. When his fingers made contact with the nut
sac, he saw goose bumps run down Derek's legs.

Derek had resumed his breathing/moaning again. Brett went back up to Derek's
head again and whispered, "Just a little while longer honey. Once I see some
pre-cum we can move on to the next level." The instructions had said to keep
the setting on START until there was pre-cum spotted on the cockhead, then
move the switch to the SLOW setting.

Derek heard what Brett said, but he could not respond. He tried to tell him
to stop, that it was too much for him, but it came out as a gurgling noise
during one of his moans.

Derek's cock was rock hard -- harder than Brett had ever seen it. The skin on
his cock head was pulled very tight. His cock slit was normally just a slit,
but now it was pulled slightly open forming a small oval. Brett was
mesmerized watching Derek's cock. He was watching it bob with each heart
pulse. He realized his own cock was hard; he adjusted himself, putting his
cock straight up and down in his pants so it wouldn't hurt as he got harder.
When he looked back up at Derek's cock, he saw a droplet of pre-cum sitting
on the slit of his cockhead. It slowly moved down the cock head with the
bobbing of each pulse and beaded up at the ridge of the mushroom rim of
Derek's cockhead.

Brett leaned in to Derek and whispered, "You love me, right?". He moved the
switch to SLOW.

The pressure on Derek's prostate gland was released. Derek was so relieved.
Derek's next breath out was not a moan, but a large exhale. His breathing
was still raspy, but very deep. He could talk again. "Brett, please, this is
too much for me. Make it stop."

"It's OK, honey. You'll like this next part." Brett was caressing his cheek
again.

"No, Brett, please." It was the last intelligible thing Derek would say that
night.

The instructions had told Brett that the inserts sewn into the hand and foot
objects were silvery metal like the butt plug. They would produce small
shocks that would travel very slowly through the weakened muscles in the
body to converge on the butt plug, or more specifically, Derek's prostate
gland.

The first shockwave started. Derek open his mouth, took a deep breath and
did not exhale. He could feel the muscles in his hands and feet tense up.
Then his wrists and ankles tensed up while the tension in the muscles in his
hands and feet were released. This tensing and un-tensing of muscles made
its way in waves up Derek's legs and down his arms. The waves from his arms
converged at his shoulders and moved down his chest. As it passed his
nipples, they instantly hardened. The waves from his legs and his chest all
converged at once on his prostate gland. The total time it took the waves to
travel his body was about 30 seconds; it was moving very slowly. When the
waves converged on the prostate gland, it was like a wave in the ocean
lapping at the shore. Derek could feel the waves approaching his prostate
gland and then it very gently touched his prostate gland and dissipated.

During the course of the first wave, Derek did not breathe. As soon as the
wave dissolved over his prostate gland, he released a slow exhale. There was
a trace of a moan -- almost like it was too deep in tone to hear.

Brett was in awe of what he saw during the first wave. He could see Derek's
muscles actually contracting and releasing as the waves made their way
toward their goal. Brett watched Derek's cock. As the wave made its way
through his body, Derek's cock was hard and pointing up at an angle; his
cockhead was about 4 inches above his navel. When the waves reached Derek's
prostage gland, his cock bounced up slightly, held itself there, released a
small droplet of pre-cum, and then resume its previous hard position. The
pre-cum dripped down the path of the previous pre-cum and it pooled at
Derek's mushroom rim. It was too much pre-cum to remain on the rim and
gravity took over. Brett watched as it slowly dripped down, forming a sticky
line from his cockhead to his navel.

"Fuck," Brett gasped. He didn't realize this was going to be so sensual.

Derek was able to inhale and exhale 3 times before the next wave started.
Just like before, it slowly washed over his body, massaging his muscles as
it made its way to the prostate gland. Derek was lost in his own intensely
pleasurable world. As the waves made their way through his body, he could
feel the negative energy he was carrying being released. He imagined it was
being pooled in his ballsac, to be released when he came. The feeling of the
waves coursing through his body was not the part Derek liked. He liked it
when the wave reached his prostate gland. It made him feel warm and loved.
He knew Brett loved him. He decided this was the best gift he had ever
received.

After about 5-6 waves, Brett could not believe how much pre-cum Derek had
produced. It was pooled up in his navel. The sticky rope leading from his
cockhead to his navel was still there. Each time pre-cum was produced, it
would travel down the line and settle in Derek's navel. Brett dipped two
fingers into the pre-cum and brought it to his lips. "Mmmm," he said as he
sucked the sweet taste from his fingers. He went back for a second scoop.
This time he brought the fingers up to Derek's lips. He waited for the next
wave to start. Derek breathed in and held it. His mouth was open a bit.
Brett took his fingers and gently rubbed the pre-cum onto Derek's lips
around and around, getting as much off his fingers and into his mouth as he
could. When the wave reached Derek's prostate gland and dissolved, Derek
exhaled and closed his mouth around Brett's fingers. Brett slid them out
slowly and he watched as Derek swallowed.

"Fuck," Brett gasped again.

Brett watched a few more waves course through Derek's body. He then moved
back down to Derek's cock. He broke the stringy line with his finger and
slowly took Derek's cockhead into his mouth and cleaned up as much pre-cum
as he could. The instructions said to wait until all of the pre-cum was
produced before switching to the FAST setting. Brett felt he had cleaned
enough, so with a slippery, "pop!" he pulled his mouth back. Derek's cock
bobbed right back to its hard position -- waiting for the next wave.

Brett watched the next wave sail through Derek and reach his prostate gland.
Derek's cockhead flare out slightly, his cock bounced up and held itself
there. There was a pause and then his cock went back to its hard position.
No pre-cum came out. Derek was ready for the last setting.

Brett was excited. He couldn't wait for Derek to release his 2 weeks of
built up cum. He moved back to his position near Derek. He waited for the
next wave. The next wave came as all the others did and Brett watched
Derek's cock flare, tense, and then go back into position. Brett was ready.

"I love you, Derek." He said in the most serious voice he could muster. He
switched the remote setting to FAST, put down the remote and took Derek's
right hand into his.

Brett was startled when he felt the shock in his hand. He was further
shocked by the speed of the wave. He watched it move through Derek's body
and reach his prostate gland in about 3 seconds. There was about a 3 second
gap and the next wave started.

Derek was scared. He felt the speed and intensity of the first fast wave
come on too quickly. As the wave made its way through his body, it almost
lifted him off the bed as it coursed through him. When it reached his
prostate, there was no slow, gentle dissolve anymore. The waves slammed into
his prostate with the same intensity as when there was constant pressure at
the beginning. His cock jumped at the conclusion of the wave and then bobbed
up and down from the force, waiting for the next wave.

Brett was stunned by the speed and intensity, too. He watched with his mouth
open as about 15 waves went through Derek and slammed into his prostate
gland. He was mesmerized by Derek's cock. It was tensing and bobbing and
moving with each wave. The pre-cum that had been contained in Derek's navel
was jostled by the intensity of the waves and was forming streamlets down
both sides of Derek's stomach onto the towels.

Brett wasn't sure if Derek was breathing. Maybe this was too much for him,
Brett thought. He panicked. I need to turn it off!

Before he could figure out where he threw the remote, Derek's back arched up
as a wave started. As it made it way through his body his head came forward
and he let out a deep loud grunt, "UUNNGGHH!!!!". Brett watched as cum
spurted out of Derek's cock. It formed one continuous stream from his cock
head, up in the air, toward Derek's face. It reached right below his left
eye, crossing over the corner of his mouth (a bit went in as well), down his
chest, barely missing his nipple and subsided underneath his cockhead in his
navel. It made a slurpy thud as it hit his body. It was one unbroken stream
from his eye to navel. Brett could not believe it. He had never seen so much
cum in one spurt.

He turned to watch for the next spurt, but it didn't come right away. Brett
had been making love with Derek for two years. He knew that Derek came like
most people do -- spurt, after spurt, after spurt -- with no pausing in
between.

Before Brett could figure out what was happening, Derek arched his back
again as the next wave started. He watched it make it way through his body
and Derek's head came forward again, and he grunted again, "UUNNGGHH!!". The
second spurt came out. This one went higher, but it only reached to Derek's
bottom lip (again, a bit went in his mouth), trailed down his chest to his
navel again. This stream was also unbroken as it lay on his body. The first
stream was starting to spread and some of it mingled with the first stream.

Brett watched each spurt from Derek's cock. They all made unbroken ropes of
cum on his chest. After about 7 spurts, they started getting smaller. His
chest was soaked in cum. Derek's cum spurts started to look like normal
spurts by about the 15th spurt. Brett watched as wave 21 came and his cock
tensed and bobbed up, but no cum came out.

He must be done, Brett thought, I have to shut this thing off. Before he
could find the remote, he heard a click and then a slurping noise. Brett let
out a soft moan, "aaahhh". Brett saw the butt plug fall out of Derek's hole.
His cock started bobbing down and it softened enough to dip into the pre-cum
and cum mixture on his stomach.

Derek's breathing was deep, but seemed to be returning to normal. "You OK,
honey?", Brett asked.

Derek tried to answer `I love you', but it came out as, "aahh mmph tlnp".

Brett smiled. He removed the hand and foot objects and put everything back
into the box. He got some wet cloths and cleaned Derek up. Derek randomly
moaned and said things to Brett that he could not understand. When he
finally made his way down to his crotch, everything was back to normal. His
balls had come back out, his sac was hanging as low as ever. His cock looked
a bit red, but otherwise, no different than normal.

During Derek's `adventure', Brett had gotten a hard-on, dripped some pre-cum
in his pants, but did not cum. There were moments when he was tempted, but
this was Derek's gift -- he didn't want to ruin that. When everything was
cleaned up, Brett took off his clothes. He crawled up next to Derek and
rolled him on his side. Before going to sleep or after lovemaking, Brett
would always lie behind Derek, nestle his soft cock in between Derek's ass
cheeks and hug him from behind. Even the times when one would go to bed
before the other, they always woke up in the morning in that position.

Derek finally relaxed when Brett slid up next to him and felt his cock
nestle into his ass crack. His loving arms enveloped him. Derek felt Brett
kiss him on the back of the neck. Derek felt warm and safe and loved, as
they both drifted off to sleep.