Love me

When Derek woke up the next morning something felt wrong. He was not really sure what it was, at least not until he curled himself up and felt a sharp pain washing through his body.

A slight moan escaped his lips and he remembered what had happened the day before.

He had finally slept with a stranger, allowed this guy to fuck him raw, not even knowing if he had any kind of illness. What if he had?

The redhead grabbed the featherblanket and pulled it up, over his head.

He tried to remain calm and sort everything out. He had to decide what to do now, and even thought he could not feel the presens of Sean in this room, he could hear a sound of a  shower close by.

It would be more than rude of him, to just get dressed and run out.

And his car was not even somewhere close to this place, actually he was not even sure where this place was exactly.

It seemed like it did not even matter what he wanted, he had to wait for the brown haired guy to make his appearance and bring him back.

Still covered from the blanket he could hear how the door slammed open and someone stamped close to the bed. He couldn’t even react, everything was to fast, and the next he noticed was that someone pulled off the blanked and threw it on the floor, while two green eyes looked at him in utter anger.

This person certainly wasn’t Sean. Sean looked a lot more friendly than this guy with his black gelled hair and suit.

Why the fuck did he even wear a suit?

It was Saturday morning!

“Get the fuck out!”, the stranger growled in a deep voice and grabbed one of Dereks arms, to pull him out of the bed.

Surprised he slammed against the floor, face down, hitting his knees hard only just able to keep his nose from touching the ground by using his hands.

A whine escaped him, as he looked up at the stranger, tears in his eyes from the pain in his knees and hip.

It felt like something thick was still stuck inside his ass, and he wished he wouldn’t need to move at all.

“What is wrong with you?!”, he squealed, trying to get up.

“What’s wrong with me?! What the heck is wrong with you?! You little whore! This is my fucking house and I don’t want any sluts here that dirty it! So get out this instant or I will throw you out butt naked!”

“I’m not a fucking whore! How dare you even say that, you asshole!”

What the fuck was wrong with this guy?!

Even thought this might be his house, how could he be such an ass to him, not even knowing anything?

Derek didn’t imagine a great lovey-dovey breakfast or flowers whatsoever. But the least he expected was some kind of friendly behaviour, and this certainly wasn’t.

He could feel the hand of the stranger, that suddenly grabbed one of his ankles and pulled him over the floor towards the door. This guy must have been serious when he said he would just throw him out.

“Shit! Wait! Stop!”, he screamed and tried to grab on to something, but wasn’t able to find anything except the frame of the door.

He didn’t even notice that another person made their entrance, only when he heard a familiar voice did he look up.

“Ab…”

“Don’t you fucking dare to continue my name! I don’t want any whore to even get the idea of calling me by it!”

“I’m not a fucking whore! I told you! Let go of me!” Derek struggled and tried to kick, but was prevented from doing so with the sudden feeling of the sole of a shoe against his naked butt.

He whined and looked up at the stranger in hate.

“Come on… let him go, you know it’s my fault…”



“I damn well know it’s your fault Sean! But I have enough from you bringing home different guys every fucking night I’m not at home! What if one of them is gonna break something?! Or worse steal something?! What the fuck will you do then?! You gonna compensate me?! You sure as hell don’t have enough money for that! If you want to fuck some guys ass do it at their house or outside! But not here!

And what’s with this kid anyway?! Did you pay him to sleep with you?! I bet he’s not even of legal age! Don’t you dare tell me you like to bang small boys!”

Sean seemed to be taken by surprise at these words, as he looked down on the boy, still struggling to get free.

It was obvious that up to this point he hadn’t really thought about the age gap between them.

“I get it… I get it… I won’t bring anyone home anymore… Just… let go of him and I will bring him back, alright? “

As soon as the house owners hand left Dereks skin, the boy scrambled back into the room and searched for his clothes.

He wanted to get out, he wanted to get the fuck out and never ever come back again.

He could feel the soreness in his body as he dressed himself, but he didn’t even dare to slow down or look at the two guys, who where obviously still staring at him.

One with a desire he didn’t know any other male could have for him, and the other with disgust and burning  aversion.