A Place To Sleep

DD

This is my first lemon, so don't be harsh.

Also, I totally need some reviews. Please, tell me if you like it.

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“Derrick, come on, let me in,” I begged, leaning my head against the door.

“Go away, I don’t want to talk to you,” I heard him say from inside the room.

“Please?” I begged.

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Oh come on. Please?” I didn’t plan on giving up anytime soon.

“I said no, now go away, I’m busy.” Seems he wasn’t either.

“I’m coming in whether you like it or not,” I told him stubbornly.

“Oh yeah?” He sounded as if he didn’t believe me.

“Yeah.” And with that, I fished out a key I had gotten from his roommate earlier, and unlocked the door. I walked in to see an older boy sitting at one of the desks in the room. Derrick.

“What the hell?!” Derrick turned around, surprised, but then glared when I held up a key.

“Got a key from Jason,” I explained, and moved out of the way when the other man made a grab for it.

“Get out. Now.” Derrick tried pushing me out of the door.

“Why?” I asked, holding onto the doorframe, so that I wouldn’t be pushed out completely.

“Just do it, I’m busy.”

“Anything I can help with?” I gave him a suggestive look, but he just glared at me.

“No, you helped enough.”

“Oh, come on, you can’t still be mad, can you?”

“What do you think?” Derrick finally stopped trying to push me out the door, and went to go sit at his desk, flipping through some book. I went over and laid down on his bed, but he ignored me.

After a few minutes of silence went by, I started to fidget.

“So… how long are you gonna be mad at me?” I asked, but Derrick continued to ignore me.

“Derrick…” I continued, trying to get his attention. Or at least annoy him enough to answer.

“Why are you even here?” Derrick said suddenly, turning towards me.

“Does it seem so weird that I want to see you?” I said, with a hurt tone, but Derrick just raised an eyebrow. “Jason… might have gone to my apartment, to see Alice. Kind of hoped you’d let my stay here, so I can actually, you know, get some sleep.”

“You can stay, but only for one night. And you’re sleeping in Jason’s bed.”

“What?! Would you really make me stay in his bed? Jeez, when was the last time he even washed the sheets?” I think Derrick probably agreed with me, because he grimaced. But seriously, Jason’s bed was the last place anyone would like to sleep in. Except Jason of course. Filthy pig.

“Would you rather sleep on the floor?” Derrick suggested.

“Oh come on, why can’t I sleep in your bed? It’s not like I haven’t done so before.”

“Yeah, but all those times I wasn’t so fucking pissed at you.” He said angrily to me.

“Don’t blame me, it wasn’t my fault.”

“It was your friend, and you could have stopped him.”

“I wasn’t even there!” I tried defending myself.

“You knew what he was planning on doing.”

“Maybe, but I didn’t know he was going to put so much in your drink.”

“Ian, just… don’t, okay?” Derrick asked with a sigh.

“Don’t be so mad, I had to do it too.”

“Did you run outside in the middle of winter, only in underwear, screaming wanker at the top of your lungs?” I smiled at that. I didn’t see it personally, but a friend of mine caught it on video, and I kept a tape stashed under my bed, where Derrick wouldn’t find it.

“Well no.”

“So, tell me, what did you do?”

“Well, I managed to show everyone my sexual preferences by making out with you.” Derrick was about to give a retort, but then his mind caught up with what I said.

“...What? I don’t remember that?” Derrick stared at me, eyebrows scrunched together, like they do when he's confused.

“That’s because you were really drunk at some party.”

“When?”

“About a year ago."

“But…” Derrick trailed off.

“Yes?” I prompted.

“We’ve only been together for the last five or six months…” He had started staring at the wall above my head, trying to figure it out.

“I know,” I smirked.

“Wait, your telling me that you knew I was gay for about half a year before I found out that I was gay?”

“Yep.”

“Shit.”

“Are you gonna let me stay in your bed tonight?” I asked, bring us back to the original subject.

“No. You either sleep on the floor, or find somewhere else.” Derrick turned back to his work.

“Do you really want me to find somewhere else to sleep?”

“Are you suggesting that you’ll do something you shouldn’t?”

“Well, your punishment is making me a little lonely…” Derrick turned back again, looking pissed, and probably would have started yelling if I didn’t already start talking again. “Kidding, kidding, you know that. But really, the only place I can go tonight, is Jamie’s, and you know you don’t like me going down there.”

“I know, but still, I’m pissed, so stop bothering me. I have a report to do, and it’s due tomorrow.”

“What'cha workin on?” I came up behind Derrick and slung my arms around his neck, looking over the top of his head.

“Just something for one of my classes. You don’t have it.”

“Well, is there something else I can help with?” I moved his collar down a little, and started nibbling at his neck.

“St...stop,” I could feel Derrick’s body tense up, and I smirked against his skin.

“Seems I’m not the only one feeling the effects of your punishment.”

“Would just please leave me alone?” Derrick practically begged. I moved back, and if Derrick had been looking at me, he would have seen the mischievous look in my eyes. I laid down on his bed, and stayed quiet for a few minutes.

I had thought up a plan that seemed like a good idea, so I decided to act on it. I started with slipping my shirt off, and threw it too the floor, then undid my jeans.

I let my hands roam around my chest, imagining what it would have been like if it were Derrick. It wasn’t enough to get me too excited, so I started going lower, and slid my hands under my pants, above my boxers. Just thinking of what I was planning on doing was enough to make me a little hard, and I moaned softly, but enough for Derrick to hear.

I saw his pen hesitate a little, but he must have decided to ignore it for he continued to write. Oh well, it just meant I had to try a little harder.

I pushed my pants down my thighs a little, taking my boxers with it, and freeing myself. I was still only semi-hard, but that was fine. I took hold of my cock, and started stroking, moaning a little louder.

If Derrick had turned around to see or not, I’m not sure, since I had closed my eyes by that time.

I heard the chair he was sitting in creak, and I thought that he probably had finally turned around, so I opened my eyes a little, to see that I was correct, and Derrick was watching my hand stroking my cock. He seemed a little conflicted, and I knew that he was making a decision, whether he came to me or not, depended on if this little show had gotten him aroused enough. By the way he had his own hand was rubbing at his leg, just below his groin area, I was pretty sure that I’d won.

He’d never admit it, but watching me touch myself always managed to turn him on.

I closed my eyes again, and started stroking a little harder, and I heard a little moan escape from him. I knew for sure I’d won when I felt the bed dip, and he crawled over me, moving my hand away from my cock, and his mouth descended onto mine.

The kiss was chaste at first, then I felt his tongue run across my lips, but I decided to toy with him a little, and kept them closed.

It must have made him a little angry, because he grinded his hips into mine harshly, making me gasp, where he plunged his tongue into my mouth, and soon we were fighting for dominance.

I was very hard right now, all the more when Derrick started grinding into me slowly, causing me to moan.

We moved a bit, and managed to get my pants off. I tried working on unbuttoning his, but he stopped me, and slid down my body, and started sucking and nipping on my neck, hard enough to leave a mark, before moving down farther, toward my nipples. He twirled one in his hot mouth, making it erect, then moved to the other, me moaning and arching into him.

Soon, he had enough of that, and went down farther, dipping a tongue into my navel, making me shiver, and continuing down, towards that one place that was just aching for his attention.

Down, down he went and... over. I groaned when Derrick didn’t do what he knew what I wanted him too, and I could feel him smirk against the skin of my inner thigh, before kissing and nipping at it.

“Derrick…” I trailed off, trying to make him see what I needed.

“Yes?” he asked, still smirking. God, now this was punishment.

“Please…” He must have decided to comply, since I felt him move up a little, and grab a hold of my erection, before downing most of me all at once, making me try and thrust into his mouth, but one of his hands was holding me down to the bed. The other was at the base, stroking what he couldn’t fit.

He’d almost made me cum then, but I managed not to so early on, but I don’t think I’d be able to hold it off for long.

One of my hands had grabbed hold of his hair, softly so as to not pull it out. I had the palm of the other in my mouth or else the people in the other rooms of the dorm would hear me, and figure out what we were up too, and Derrick would never forgive me of that.

Derrick sucked and bobbed his head, bringing me close to my orgasm, and he could tell too, because my grip on his hair was getting harder, and my muffled moans even louder. It might have also been known by the fact that I was trying to thrust up into his mouth again, since he was going torturously slow.

“Derrick…” I said once again, after releasing my hand, and using it to grab hold of his hair as well. He laughed softly, but it was enough to bring me over the edge, and I cried his name as I released into his mouth, where he swallowed it all.

I laid there for a while, arm thrown over my eyes, when Derrick slid back up, between my legs, but without a shirt. He kissed me again, passionate from the start, and I could taste myself in his mouth.

We lay like that for a while, before my hands started to roam over his chest, and play with his nipples a bit, when he moaned into my mouth. Derrick took my hands, and pinned them over my head with one of his own, the other going to his pants, managing to unbutton them after a minute.

Eventually we managed to kick them off, and he laid his body flush against mine, his cock rubbing against my softened one. I was pretty sure it wouldn’t stay soft for long. Go hormones.

Derrick lifted himself up for minute, to find the bottle of lube he kept under the bed, then applying some on his fingers.

I spread my legs a little wider, to give him better access, and his fingers started to work at my entrance, while his mouth went back to mine.

The first slick finger went in smoothly, and it felt so good as he scissored it back and forth. He seemed like he didn’t want to wait anymore, since he quickly added the second, which brought only a small bit of discomfort. Then the third, where I gave a small moan, muffled by his kisses.

He scissored his fingers a little more, and knew I was ready when I started to thrust back on them. He covered his own member with lube, then placed himself at my entrance, my legs wrapped around him, as did my arms, before pushing the head in, waiting for me to adjust, and pushing in farther, until he was completely sheathed.

Derrick only waited a few seconds, before moving back, and thrusting forward quickly, making my gasp, my fingers digging into his back.

He did the same thing, but slower, and didn’t stop, setting a slow rhythm. Eventually he sped up, and hooked his arm under my knee, bringing it up to get better access.

One particular thrust, and he hit the spot that almost made me scream out. After that, Derrick made sure to aim for that spot each time.

Derrick started thrusting even faster, and I could tell he was close to cumming by the way he was panting, and had grabbed my hardened member, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

Harder, he went, and if my moans didn’t wake the people up in the other rooms, then I’m sure the headboard hitting the wall continuously did.

Derrick thrusted into me a few more times, before coming down to kiss me, still stroking me, and that tipped me over the edge again, and I released over our chests. I clamped down on him, and he tried thrusting for a little more, but eventually came as well, filling me up inside.

“Fuck.” He said, laying down beside me, putting an arm over me, pulling me closer, and kissing my forehead.

“That was so good,” I said tiredly, and almost fell asleep right there, but Derrick was shifting around, and shaking me.

“If you plan on sleeping here, go get cleaned up, you’re a mess.”

“Wonder whose fault that is,” I said, and began to doze off.

I heard Derrick sigh, and say “So much for punishment,” before I fell into a deep, content sleep.