NSFW - Kindling Hearts - 1 (Gay)

The carnival lights flickered and danced, casting an ethereal glow on the throngs of people packed into the narrow streets. Jett stood in line for the towering Ferris wheel, his muscular frame rippling beneath a fitted black t-shirt as he shifted impatiently. His artfully styled dark hair caught the light, and his piercing light blue eyes scanned the crowd with casual interest.

Behind him, David waited, equally handsome with slightly messy black hair and captivating moss green eyes that seemed to hold secrets. They had never met before tonight, both drawn to the allure of the street fair like moths to a flame. The air was thick with the scent of popcorn, cotton candy, and something else - a palpable tension, a promise of danger and delight.

As they inched forward in line, Jett turned to David, his voice a low rumble above the din of the crowd. "First time here?" he asked, one dark brow arched questioningly. There was an undercurrent to his tone, a hint of something more than simple curiosity.

David met his gaze, a slow smile spreading across his handsome face. "Is it that obvious?" he countered, green eyes glinting with amusement and intrigue. "I'm usually not one for crowds like this."

"Me neither," Jett admitted, leaning back against the railing as they reached the front of the line and were ushered into a waiting gondola. As they ascended, the city sprawled out beneath them, a glittering tapestry of light and shadow. "But there's just something about nights like these, isn't there? The danger, the unpredictability..."

David chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down Jett's spine. "I know exactly what you mean," he murmured, his eyes never leaving Jett's face.

The wheel turned slowly, carrying them higher, the night wrapping around them like a lover's embrace. And in that moment, suspended between earth and sky, something shifted - a small spark ignited, a connection forged. The air between them seemed to crackle with unspoken desires, the promise of what may come.

Little did they know, this chance encounter would set them on a path from which there could be no turning back. A journey filled with passion, danger, and a love that would consume them both, body and soul. But for now, lost in each other's eyes as the carnival lights twinkled below, Jett and David were content to let the night unfold, eager to see where it would take them next. As they descended back down to earth, a new energy seemed to pulse between them. The line had dispersed, leaving them free to wander the fairgrounds at their leisure. They fell into step together, hands brushing, elbows touching as they navigated the crowded paths.

"So tell me, David," Jett said, his voice low and inviting, "what brings a handsome guy like you out tonight? Besides the allure of dangerous rides, I mean." His eyes glinted with mischief in the colorful lights reflecting off his chiseled features.

David laughed, a rich sound that made Jett's pulse quicken. "Besides the thrill of the unknown?" David replied, leaning in closer so he wouldn't have to shout over the din. "I suppose I was feeling restless, looking for something... different tonight."

"And have you found it yet?" Jett asked, his tone suggestive as he looked down at David from his slightly taller height.

Their eyes locked and held, the world seeming to fall away around them in that charged moment. David's gaze flicked briefly to Jett's full lips before meeting his intense blue stare again.

"I think I might be starting to," he murmured, voice roughened with a hint of desire. "What about you? A guy like you must have plenty of... options." The implication hung heavy in the air between them.

Jett shrugged nonchalantly even as heat curled low in his belly at David's flirtatious tone. "I'm not looking for just any option," he said, holding David's gaze pointedly. "I want something real. Something exciting."

They reached the edge of the fairgrounds then, a quiet spot away from the crowds where a string of old-fashioned paper lanterns cast a soft glow. Jett turned to face David fully, hands shoved in his pockets as he rocked back on his heels.

"What do you say we get out of here," he said, voice low and laden with promise, "find someplace quieter? I'm suddenly starving..." His eyes raked over David's body pointedly before meeting his gaze again. "Among other things."

The air between them practically sizzled with tension as David considered the bold invitation. Then a slow, sensual smile spread across his handsome face.

"I know just the place," he said smoothly, reaching out to trail one long finger down Jett's muscular forearm. "There's this little Italian restaurant not far from here... private booths, candlelit tables. Perfect for... getting to know each other better."

Jett's skin tingled where David had touched him and his pants grew tighter at the implication in that sultry tone. He licked his lips unconsciously.

"Lead the way," he said, voice roughened with anticipation as he gestured for David to take the lead.

And so they left the carnival behind, drawn together by some unseen force, eager to explore whatever dangerous delights the night had in store - and to unravel the mysteries that lay beneath each other's captivating exteriors... As they walked, their shoulders brushing and hands accidentally grazing, the sexual tension between them grew thicker with each step. The quiet streets seemed to echo with the pounding of their hearts. David led them to a cozy Italian restaurant tucked away in a side alley, its warm glow spilling out onto the cobblestones.

"Buona sera," the waiter greeted them as they stepped inside, ushering them to a secluded back booth draped in rich red velvet. The air was heavy with the aroma of garlic and herbs, the low murmur of Italian conversation, and the soft strains of an old Frank Sinatra record.

They slid into opposite sides of the booth, knees touching beneath the table. Jett's foot found David's under the white cloth, rubbing slowly along his calf as they perused the menus. The waiter returned with a bottle of Chianti and two glasses, pouring the deep red liquid as he noted their orders - osso buco for Jett, fettuccine Alfredo for David.

As soon as the waiter departed, Jett leaned forward, elbows on the table, pinning David with his intense blue gaze. "So tell me about yourself, David," he said, voice low and intimate in the candlelit space. "What makes a man like you tick?"

David took a sip of wine, eyes never leaving Jett's as he savored the rich flavor. "I'm a man who knows what he wants," he replied, setting the glass down with deliberate care. "And I don't shy away from going after it, no matter the risks."

Jett felt that statement like a physical caress, desire coiling hot and insistent in his gut. He leaned back as their meals arrived, but kept his eyes locked on David's handsome face.

"And what is it that you want?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper as he reached out to trail one finger along the edge of David's plate.

Their gazes clashed and held, the air between them charged with unspoken hunger. David's tongue darted out to wet his lips, drawing Jett's gaze like a magnet.

"I think you know exactly what I want," he said, voice roughened with desire as he slowly spread his legs beneath the table in blatant invitation. "The question is... are you man enough to give it to me?"

Jett felt himself harden fully at that brazen challenge, pulse pounding in his ears. He downed the rest of his wine and signaled for the check.

"Let's get out of here," he said hoarsely as they stepped back out into the night, pulling David flush against him on the quiet street. "My place... it's not far."

David's hands gripped Jett's hips, fingers digging into the firm muscle as he ground his own hardness against him. "Lead the way," he breathed against Jett's lips before capturing them in a searing kiss, pouring all his pent-up desire into the heated clash of mouths.

They stumbled and groped each other shamelessly down the sidewalk to Jett's apartment building, stealing hungry kisses whenever they thought themselves unobserved. The second they crossed the threshold of Jett's front door, he pinned David against it, attacking his throat with lips and teeth as deft hands worked at removing layers of clothing.

"Fuck, I want you," Jett growled against David's skin, palming the rigid length straining against his zipper. "Wanna taste every inch of you..."

"Then take me," David panted back, arching into Jett's touch as he fumbled with his belt buckle. "Fuck, I've been hard for you since that damn carnival ride... wanted to bend you over and fuck you stupid right there in line."

Jett shuddered at the filthy words, shoving their pants down and freeing both straining erections. He wrapped a hand around them both, stroking firmly as he licked his way up David's neck.

"Gonna ruin this tight ass," he promised darkly, giving David's rear a hard squeeze. "Fuck you so deep you'll be feeling me for days..."

They stumbled to the bedroom in a tangle of groping limbs and desperate kisses, falling onto the bed together. Jett flipped them over so he could worship every inch of David's muscular body with his hands and mouth - from his battle-scarred knuckles up his corded forearms, over his broad shoulders and down his chest, tracing the lines of his abdomenals until he reached his straining cock.

He took David into his mouth without preamble, swallowing him to the hilt as he set a ruthless pace. The musky taste of him filled Jett's senses, his low moans spurring on his efforts. He fondled David's heavy balls and pressed a finger teasingly at his entrance even as he sucked hard and fast.

"Fuck, just like that," David gasped out, fisting his hand in Jett's dark hair to hold him in place as his hips bucked up into the tight wet heat of his throat. "Gonna... fuck... gonna cum..."

Jett pulled off with a lewd slurp, stroking him rapidly as he looked up at David through hooded eyes. "Do it," he urged darkly. "Fuck my face until you paint my tonsils white..."

With a guttural groan, David obliged, fucking into Jett's mouth and spilling his hot seed down his throat in long, shuddering pulses. Jett swallowed every drop before pulling off and licking his lips clean.

"Mmm... delicious," he purred, crawling up David's body to capture his mouth in a filthy kiss, letting him taste himself on his tongue.

They made out languidly as they caught their breath, hands roaming and exploring every dip and curve of each other's bodies with renewed hunger. The air between them was thick with the scent of sex and the sounds of their labored breathing mingling together.

Jett broke the kiss to blaze a trail down David's neck and chest, pausing to lave attention on his nipples until they pebbled under his tongue. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive buds before continuing his descent, mapping out the hard planes of David's abdomen with lips and teeth.

Reaching his softening cock, Jett licked him clean before trailing lower, nudging David's thighs further apart as he settled between them. The musky aroma of arousal filled his nostrils as he gazed upon David's most intimate place - flushed, twitching, and begging to be tasted.

"Look at you," Jett murmured, voice roughened with desire. "So fucking gorgeous... can't wait to taste this sweet ass."

David shuddered and let out a low moan, reaching down to grip Jett's hair as he arched into the touch. "Please..." he breathed, voice ragged with need.

Jett licked his lips before diving in, running his tongue along David's taint and circling teasingly around his puckered entrance. The taste of him was heady and addictive, spurring Jett on to press harder, point his tongue and delve inside the tight ring of muscle.

"Oh fuck, yes..." David groaned above him, hips canting down for more as Jett began to eat him out in earnest - long licks and firm presses, fucking into him with his tongue until he was slack and pliant under Jett's ministrations.

NSFW - Kindling Hearts (Gay) Up coming publish

This is a short AI generated story that I have edited a bit. It is in 4 parts, and will start next Monday Dec. 29, 2025.

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NSFW - Morning at Whispering Pine - 6 {Gay}

 Liam let out a loud guffaw slapping his knee comically as he leaned in for confirmation, eyes glinting mischievously behind mirrored sunglasses.

Hunter's jaw clenched but before either of them could respond Jess chimed excitedly:

"Ohmigosh I totally knew it!" She squealed, ignoring Hunter and Derrik's identical deer-in-the-headlights stares. "Remember when we were all drunk last month at the bonfire? You two kept disappearing off together..."

Jess turned to Toby grinning conspiratorially as realization dawned on his own face too.

"Shiiiit... yeah you're right," Toby drawled, dragging out each syllable mockingly while looking back and forth between them. "Guess that's why ol' straight-laced Derrik here was so eager ta get me away from ya..."

Derrik felt the heat rising in more than just his cheeks now as Hunter squeezed his warning hand tighter - clearly fuming beneath stoic exterior.

"Alright, alright... you got us," 

Hunter gritted out through clenched teeth before turning to face their friends fully. He took a deep breath and squared shoulders:

"I'm gay." His voice rang clear cutting through the din of café chatter "And so is Derrik."

There was a moment of stunned silence broken only by distant crashing waves then Jess let loose delighted shriek clapping hands together. "Eee! This explains SO much!" 

Liam whooped and moved to pull both men into a crushing hug while Toby just stared dumbfounded before throwing head back with guffaw.  

"You sneaky bastards..." he chuckled wiping mirthful tears "Guess that's why ya were so tight-lipped 'bout it."

Hunter relaxed slightly at their surprisingly supportive reactions, pulling Derrik flush against his side.

"Yeah well... now you know," he shrugged casually as if announcing a simple preference in sports teams rather than one of life-altering magnitude. "Any other questions?"

Jess immediately launched into rapid-fire interrogation about how long they'd been together and whether this meant an epic double wedding was on the horizon while Toby grilled Derrik's new boyfriend mercilessly regarding his sexual prowess.

Through it all Hunter kept a possessive arm wrapped protectively around lover, shooting a look at any who dared look too closely at what belonged to him now. For once societal expectations be damned - he had found happiness and come hell or high water no one could take that away... 

And so there amidst the shocked whispers of mutual friends Derrik took Hunter's hand again raising it boldly for all ta see their entwined fingers, sealing the silent vow made earlier to stand united against whatever challenges lay ahead. They would weather this storm together - two souls intertwined as inextricably fated lovers bound by forces beyond even themselves... 

The world could talk but in the end only one opinion mattered: that of each other's hearts beating steadily side-by-side, forevermore entwined on the uncharted path forward into happily ever after.

As they finally extracted themselves from their friends' enthusiastic interrogation and well-wishes, Hunter led Derrik back to his place with a newfound spring in his step. The walk was filled with stolen glances, soft smiles, and fingers entwined - each lost in thought of what the future might hold now that their secrets were out.

No sooner had they crossed the threshold into their familiar sanctuary than clothes started shedding haphazardly amidst heated kisses trailing down the hallway to the bedroom proper. Clothing left in a scattered wake like breadcrumbs marking path towards the awaiting haven nestled between rumpled sheets still warm from earlier lovemaking session mere hours prior...

Derrik pushed Hunter onto bed, crawling atop him with predatory gleam in eye belying youthful innocence moments before - the cat who'd finally caught the canary. He licked his lips slowly trailing a gaze down the sculpted chest and abs appreciatively as if committing every dip and curve to memory.

"I want you," he rasped, his voice heavy with desire "In ways I didn't even know possible until now..."

Hunter smirked up at lover, hands coming to rest possessively on lean hips above him. He squeezed gently encouraging downward pressure while arching subtly into welcoming weight settled atop his own body like a second skin.

"Then take me," he invited huskily, voice low and dripping with want "Show me exactly what you've been fantasizing about..."

Derrik's response was swift - ducking his head to lave his tongue along rigid length jutting proudly from the nest of coarse curls. He savored first the salty taste leaking steadily from the tip before wrapping his lips around the broad crown and suckling greedily as if starved for ambrosia only this man could provide...

Hunter groaned long and low, arching sharply into wet heat enveloping him so perfectly - his walls clenching reflexively against emptiness aching to be filled by his lover's thick cock splitting open his needy hole. He tangled his fingers in silky locks guiding Derrik further down shaft until he felt the tight clutch of throat muscles flutter around his sensitive flesh...

They fell into rhythm as old as time itself, giving and receiving pleasure freely without inhibition - each lost in a haze of blinding sensation pushing them ever closer to the precarious edge of oblivion's sweet abyss. Here amidst tangled limbs, damp sheets, and sweat-slicked skin they forged a bond deeper than any words could convey; one of unspoken devotion sealed with every touch, kiss and caress...

Later as stars winked down through the skylight above, Hunter cradled his lover close, both basking in the afterglow of their spent passion and the newfound intimacy now laid bare between them. He pressed a tender kiss to the center of Derrik's chest right over racing heart.

"I meant what I said earlier..." 

Voice was soft but filled with conviction and unwavering resolve "You're... mine."  "In every way possible," he clarified gently tucking his chin atop the head curled trustingly into the crook of his neck. Strong arms tightened in a possessive embrace, molding their sweat-dampened bodies together like puzzle pieces fit for eternity's span.

Derrik hummed contentedly in response snuggling impossibly closer - if that were even feasible after the hours of the lovemaking marathon they had just concluded mere moments prior! He nuzzled into the warmth sheltering him so protectively and sighing out a soft: "Yours..." 

Simple agreement that carried a world of unspoken emotion, sealing the silent vow exchanged amidst sweat-soaked sheets that now tangled intimately around the lovers' intertwined forms. There was no more hesitation or doubt lingering between them; only a profound sense of belonging - two halves finally made whole as one.

As they drifted off wrapped snugly in each other's embrace, gentle sea breezes drifting lazily through the open window to cool their overheated skin whispered promises of a bright tomorrow stretching out endlessly before the young lovers, ready to seize happily ever after with both hands...

For now though? They rested peacefully adrift on the dreamscape twined together like ancient oak and ivy - unbreakable bond forged from love's purest flame burning steadily in each breast. Come what may, they would face it united hand-in-hand hearts beating as one... 

And so begins the next chapter of Hunter & Derrik's grand romance tale: a story for ages where two souls destined to find their way home to another had finally crossed paths - never again needing to search separately evermore after discovering completeness in loving arms meant only theirs.

NSFW - Morning at Whispering Pine - 5 {Gay}

Derrik sighed heavily running a hand through already tousled locks as Hunter moved protectively beside him placing a comforting arm around lover's waist.

"It's not like I planned this..." 

"Then what, it just happened with first guy who showed interest in your junk?" Olivia snapped impatiently "Because we all thought you were straight and dating Lila!"

"No no of course that was never gonna work long term," Derrik defended quickly shaking head. He took a deep breath before continuing more calmly.

"The truth is... I've been questioning for years now but just too scared to admit it even unto myself until meeting Hunter made me realize what really matters."

Olivia and Marcus stared at him incredulously, trying to reconcile the revelation with their long-held notions of Derrik's heterosexuality. Finally Olivia spoke up again:

"Okay so you're gay then? What about Lila though - she deserves an explanation!" 

Derrik frowned apologetically rubbing his nape defensively "I know I need talk things out properly with her too... but honestly I never meant lead her on that long anyway, I was more hoping to fit societal mold."

Marcus finally found his voice again. He looked between the couple before settling accusing glare solely upon Hunter.

"And you!" he spat angrily jabbing finger at him. "You must've known this would blow up in our faces! What were ya thinking getting involved with someone closeted and unavailable?"

Hunter held his hands raised up placatingly meeting Marcus's wrath head-on without flinching a muscle beneath sweat-dampened skin.

"Now hold on just minute..." he began lowly, tone deceptively calm even as storm clouds gathered in his eyes. "First off none of us chose how we feel - it happened natural like breath."

He tightened protective arm around Derrik's waist pulling him closer into a warm embrace that screamed unspoken love and loyalty.

"Second... I've been out my whole damn life," Hunter continued evenly meeting Marcus gaze with unwavering steadiness. "Derrik here was the one too scared to come clean about being gay - not me."

Marcus opened his mouth to retort but Olivia silenced him sharply placing restraining hand on his arm as she turned her attention back curiously towards Derrik.

"Okay so... you're really serious about this?" She gestured vaguely between them. "About Hunter?"

Derrik didn't hesitate, answering without a second thought: "Yes." His reply rang out crystal clear in the tense air hanging heavily around all parties present - no room for misunderstanding or take-backs now.

Olivia and Marcus shared an unreadable glance before Olivia heaved a sigh of resignation throwing her hands up.

"Fine. I guess we can't really be mad, considering how long Derrik's kept us dangling anyway..." She trailed off meaningfully allowing the implication to hang heavily between them all - namely that maybe Lila wasn't as blindsided by this revelation as they'd initially assumed.

Marcus still looked mutinous but seemed willing enough let Olivia handle it for now at least. He grunted noncommittally before turning abruptly on heel and marching back out, leaving the three of them alone again in an awkwardly stretched silence.

Olivia watched him go with a long-suffering sigh then turned to fix Derrik with stern look - arms crossed under her ample bosom as she regarded him intently.

"You better be sure about this," Olivia warned seriously "Because if you hurt my best friend, I'll personally castrate ya and feed your nutsack ta the seagulls."

Derrik swallowed hard at the veiled threat but held her gaze steadily nodding once in a solemn vow.

"I won't. He's... he means everything to me." 

Olivia studied him a long moment before apparently deeming that answer satisfactory enough - uncrossed arms with a stiff sigh.

"Alright then," she relented gruffly "Guess we'll be seeing ya 'round more often now, Hunter."

And just like that the tense standoff diffused as abruptly it had begun leaving Derrik and Hunter blinking dazedly at Olivia's sudden about-face.

They saw her out together before collapsing back against still-slightly sticky kitchen counter in relieved exhaustion.

"That could've gone better..." 

Derrik mumbled sheepishly scratching his nape. He turned to face Hunter properly for the first time since opening the door, anxiety clear on his handsome features as he searched his lover's gaze questioningly.

"Think they'll keep this quiet?"

Hunter shrugged nonchalantly before pulling Derrik flush against his chest in a strong embrace - one hand splayed possessively over his lower back while other cupped a jaw tilting him up to meet the smoldering bedroom eyes.

"I don't give a damn what anyone thinks," Hunter rumbled lowly, voice dripping with barely restrained lust. "All that matters is you and me now."

He crashed their mouths together in a hungry kiss full of all the pent-up desire from their interrupted coupling - tongue delving deep past parted lips to claim Derrik thoroughly.

Derrik moaned wantonly into his mouth, grinding his hips forward seeking delicious friction as he clung tight to muscular arms for dear life. The world narrowed down till it solely consisted of them, everything else fading away until nothing remained but slick slide of skin on sweat-slicked skin and harsh pants echoing off tile walls...

They made love again right there amidst scattered dishes - more gentle this time, savoring every touch and caress and whisper as they worshipped each other reverently. Afterwards tangled together limply atop kitchen floor basking in the afterglow, Hunter propped himself up enough to gaze down at lover's blissed out face.

"I meant what I said," he murmured softly, brushing damp hair away from sweat-dampened forehead tenderly "You're mine now." 

Hunter sealed his declaration with a soft kiss before reluctantly disentangling their bodies. They took turns cleaning up, stealing heated glances and lingering touches as they washed the remnants of passion (and breakfast) down the drain.

Later that afternoon found them hand-in-hand at the local beach café, nursing iced coffees while enjoying each other's company amidst the salty sea breeze and distant laughter from playing children. Their blissful bubble was abruptly popped when a boisterous voice called out:

"Well well well! What do we have here? Hunter, you dawg!" It was their mutual friend Liam, with his equally loud-mouthed companions Toby and Jess trailing behind.

Hunter tensed slightly but kept Derrik's hand firmly in his own as he turned to face the small group. "Hey guys," he greeted casually enough, though there was an undercurrent of steel beneath his tone warning them not to make waves.

Jess' eyes narrowed suspiciously darting between their linked hands and flushed faces. She snapped her fingers together like a lightbulb had just gone off over her head. 

"Waitaminute... are you two?" Toby snickered, jerking his chin towards Derrik suggestively "Like with each other?" 

NSFW - Morning at Whispering Pine - 4 {Gay}

 Three months had passed since Derrik and Hunter first fell head over heels for each other. They settled into a blissful routine, spending lazy mornings tangled up with one another, exploring the charming coastal town hand-in-hand in the afternoons, and losing themselves to passion beneath starlit skies at night.

One evening as they cooked dinner together, Derrik decided it was time he shared something important. "Hey Hunter," he began hesitantly while chopping vegetables for their salad, "there's a few things I need tell you about myself."

Hunter looked up from the stove where he had been sautéing some garlic and onions, his brow furrowed slightly in concern at Derrik's tone. He moved to stand beside him, placing a comforting hand on the small of his back.

"What is it babe? You know we don't have any secrets," Hunter said softly reassuringly, as always attuned to his lover's emotions.

Derrik took a deep breath before confessing "Well...I haven't exactly been honest about my sexual preferences. I mean, you and me together feels so right but the truth is..." He paused gathering courage. "I've never actually considered myself gay until meeting you Hunter." 

Hunter blinked surprised at the admission but quickly rallied to squeeze Derrik's shoulder supportively "Hey it doesn't matter what labels we put on things. All that matters is how I make YOU feel," he soothed earnestly, ever his understanding partner.

"I know and thank God for your flexibility because apparently my ex-girlfriend would concur..." 

The words had barely left Derrik's mouth when a familiar voice rang out from behind them causing both men to whirl around startled.

"Well well if it isn't little miss question mark herself!" the woman trilled in mock surprise hands on hips. "Aren't you going to introduce me, D?"

Derrik stared at his ex-lover Lila standing there looking like a supermodel with her cascading chestnut hair and piercing green eyes - an uncomfortable reminder of the complicated past he thought long buried.

"L-Lila," Derrik stammered flushing hotly. "What are you doing here?" 

Hunter glanced between the two, confusion etched across handsome features as realization slowly dawned just who this bombshell was to his lover..."Hunter," Derrik said quickly turning towards him "This is Lila - my ex-girlfriend from a few years back. We dated briefly in college before I moved here." He glanced nervously between the two, unsure how Hunter would react.

Lila smirked at that information, sinking her teeth into plump bottom lip eyeing up the new man present, shamelessly appreciating his physique "Mmmm well aren't you just a tall glass of 2%," she purred bold as ever.  

"Excuse me?" Hunter asked taken aback by blatant flirtation aimed square at him, brows knitting together in slight annoyance and hurt that Derrik would bring such a brazen temptation into their home.

"Not now Lila!" Derrik snapped impatiently "Why are you even here? Did mom send you to check up on me again?" He rolled his eyes, exasperated by his mother's meddling ways, still hoping for grandkids from the failed relationship. 

"Nope, I'm all out of family favors," she replied with a smirk, pulling an envelope that seemingly suddenly appeared in her manicured hand "Actually, this came for you via courier at my place since no one knows your new address... probably because..." Her gaze flicked meaningfully to Hunter before continuing "...you've been so busy playing hide the sausage that USPS can't find ya!"

With that crude quip she the slapped envelope into Derrik's hand and turned on her designer heels strutting out as abruptly as she had arrived, leaving two men in stunned silence staring after her swaying hips.

"Hunter... I need you to understand something," he began earnestly taking the other man's hands into his own.

"You see Lila - she was my first serious girlfriend in college. Everyone assumed we'd get married someday with how perfect on paper our relationship seemed." He paused, squeezing Hunter's fingers gently as if seeking comfort and strength. "But truth is... I never felt for her even a fraction of what burns between us now," Derrik confessed quietly locking eyes with his lover. "I dated Lila because she fit the mold society expected me to fill - doting girlfriend on my arm while I chased dreams. But inside, something always felt off."

Hunter listened intently, thumb gently caressing derrik's knuckles in silent support even as a faint frown marred his handsome face.

"Being with you... it opened my eyes Hunter," Derrik continued softly "Makes me realize maybe the mold isn't for me after all." He brought their joined hands up to press a fervent kiss against hunter's skin, heart hammering beneath his ribs. "I'm sorry I never said anything sooner but I needed time figuring myself out. But know this..."  Derrik gazed deeply into Hunter eyes soul bare and vulnerable "You're it for me - gay or not labels can't change the truth of the love between us. Please tell you don't doubt that after Lila's little stunt, because... I'm crazy about YOU."

Hunter paused for a long moment, absorbing Derrik's heartfelt confession. He searched his lover's eyes - those beautiful windows to the soul he'd grown so deeply fond of. In their warm depths, Hunter saw only sincerity and devotion reflected back at him. "I don't doubt you," Hunter said finally, voice low with emotion as a soft smile tugged at his lips "How could I ever question something that feels this real? This right?"

He brought Derrik's hands up to rest against the stubble dusted line of his jaw before leaning in close until their breaths mingled.

"Truth is... you're not just my first, baby. You've been my only," Hunter murmured intimately "I was never out - hells bells I barely admitted it even unto myself 'til meeting your fine self." Hunter chuckled lowly at the memory before sobering slightly to meet Derrik's gaze head on. "Being with you though... makes me want to be bold. Makes me wanna scream my love for this sexy ass from rooftops," he purred playfully nipping gently at derrik lips teasing them open. "You've brought color into my monochrome life, darling and I'm crazy about YOU too."

Hunter sealed his declaration with a searing kiss - all tongue and passion as he backed Derrik up against the kitchen counter. Hands roamed feverishly over the toned body mapping out every dip curve and plane until his lover gasped wantonly in to his mouth.

They made love then right there amidst scattered dishes, remnants of breakfast forgotten, desire overriding everything else.

Derrik cried his pleasure for the heavens above, an audience of seagulls circling outside as hunter took him hard and fast just how liked it - claiming this man heart body soul with deep strokes of his powerful hips. 

Later, sated in the afterglow they lay tangled limbs entwined atop kitchen floor too spent to move towards the bed.

"I love you," Derrik whispered tracing idle patterns over the sweat slick abs of his lover "More than words can say."

Hunter smiled soft and tender pulling him closer to rest his head on Derrik's chest.

"Then I'm one lucky bastard because... I feel the same way."

A few hours later, still basking in post-coital bliss and lost in each other's company, a sudden loud banging at the front door startled them. They both froze - it couldn't be Lila again could it? Hunter groaned as he hauled himself up from their makeshift bed on the kitchen floor while Derrik hastily threw on yesterday's rumpled clothes.

Opening the door revealed none other than Marcus and Olivia, two of Derrik's longest-standing friends who also happened to know him since childhood. They stood there gaping like landed fish before bursting into scandalized laughter at Hunter's shirtless chest glistening with dried sweat and Derrick's disheveled hair sticking up in a dozen directions.

"Well well!" Olivia crowed smirkingly, elbowing Marcus's ribs "Guess cat's outta bag now, huh babe?"

Marcus just gawked still struggling to process the scene before him. He finally found his voice after an eternity of stunned silence:

"What... Derrik? Are you gay?" His tone swung wildly between shocked disbelief and wounded betrayal.