Chapter 12

Derek eyes were trained on Evans lips, he stared like though, hypnotized. Evans froze as he wondered if Derek would kiss him, he kept on staring at Evans lips like he was admiring a piece of art, a piece of art whose image he forever wanted imprinted in his head.

Just when Evans thought Derek wouldn't go through with it, but just then, Derek lips slowly descended on his, he did nothing at first, like in fear Evans might move away, then like a switch was turned on, he claimed the lips.

Evans eyes fluttered close as he brought his arms up, wrapping them around Derek, going on his knees, he moved around and straddled Derek. Their tongues fought for dominance but Evans gave up quickly at the feeling of the fireworks Derek's mouth created in his head. Derek pulled back, breathing heavily.

"I am sorry, I couldn't help myself Evans. I won't do this, if you don't want me to," He said while staring deep at the green orbs of Evans eye.

Evans stared dazed, his head still whirling at the kiss. "I—I want this." And that was all Derek needed, as he slammed his lips against Evans in a passionate kiss.

Derek pulled back as he nibbed on Evans bottom lips, teasing him with slow wicked bites. Evans gave a frustrated groan and tried to pull him in for another kiss, but Derek wasn't done with the teasing yet. He moved over to Evans neck, breathing in the sweet scent of Evans shower soap, slowly he placed his lips against the smooth skin, leaving love bites here and there.

Evans could feel himself waking up, he shifted around, Derek was making him restless with the wait, and the way he nibbled on the sensitive bud behind Evans neck wasn't helping either. He slowly grinded himself against Derek, gasping at the spark of pleasure he received and the growl that escaped Derek's lips.

Within the blink of an eye, Derek had Evans trapped below him on the bed, watching over him like a hungry lion, with deep lust in his eyes. At that moment, they breathed heavily, getting lost in one's eye, like the calm before the storm and suddenly they were smashing lips.

They were both just wearing their underwear, nothing else. Evans enjoyed the feeling of Derek's hard chest against his, but right now he wanted more than just Derek's chest, he wanted Derek deep inside of him, thrusting hard as they both rode to their ecstasy world. 

Derek kisses went slowly from Evans neck to his chest, kissing the pink buds there, Evans gasped at the feel of Derek's tongue against his sensitive nipples, it got hard quickly and Evans could only gasp begging for more, but Derek had a destination and was aiming towards it.

Slowly, he slides down to the flat of Evans tummy kissing his belly button, he looked up at Evans, his eyes asking for permission if he should go further. Evans gripped the sheets, nodding his head in haste. Derek smirked and cupped Evans through his short, his teeth pulled down on the seams of Evans boxers. Evans moaned, beads of sweat rolled down his face in anticipation.

Derek slowly pulled down Evans shorts, pulling them down to his knees, Evans gasped at the feel of the cold air against his balls. But that only lasted for a short time as Derek warm mouth closed over it.

"Oh!" Evans shut his eyes, throwing his head back in a loud moan.

Derek moved from the balls, up, his lips kissing the shaft so softly like it was a precious artifact, slowing he came up to the tip of Evans dick, kissing the tip slowly, sucking it while his hands continued to massage Evans balls. Evans relaxed in the sweet feeling, grabbing the sheets as he twisted his hands into a tight fist, he was getting close and Derek wasn't slowing down. 

"D—Derek." He open his eyes slowly, his breathe coming out in short gasp, he raised his head and glanced down at Derek, the view he met made his heart skip a beat. The way Derek mouth went up and down his dick, his hands still tending to his balls was enough to send Evans in climax zone. He felt the running chill down his spine down to his curled toes, the sweet feeling at the pit of his stomach, flowing all the way to his dick, with a loud groan he came in Derek's mouth.

Derek pulled back, spitting Evans cum on his buttcheek, as he massaged it, rubbing it along his butt crack. He pulled away from Evans and walked to a corner of the room, Evans couldn't even utter a word, his head still reeling from the orgasm he just had. Derek returned soon, going to his position before beside Evans. 

"Are you sure you want this?" Derek asked, not wanting to push Evans into something he wasn't ready for. 

Evans smiled at him. "I trust you," He simply said and that was all Derek needed. 

Derek opened the tube, dropping a great amount of lube in his hands, Evans twisted around, going on all fours, his butt pushed up, while his upper body went down to the bed. Derek groaned at the look of Evans pink hole to his face, it twitched and clenched as Evans waited in anticipation. Derek's dick spurted out precum as it throbbed, begging for a release, but Derek wasn't ready to give himself that yet.

He placed the gel around Evans butt, especially at his butt-hole. Evans ooed at the cold feeling. He felt Derek's hands working his way around his entrance, one finger slipped in almost easily, Derek twisted it around, rubbing the gel around, he wanted to make sure he got it everywhere possible to reduce the pain, he was well aware of the size of his dick. Slowly he slid another finger in, Evans groaned at the feeling of Derek's large fingers in him. His dick was still really hard even after the amazing orgasm he had earlier, and he wanted to nothing more than to reach down and touch himself, but Derek's dick thrusting deep inside of him would be much better. 

Soon, Derek brought his hand out, he had gotten the lube everywhere within his reach, putting another small amount of gel in his hands, he rubbed it round his dick. "Are you ready?" He asked breathing heavily, Evans nodded quickly.

He aligned himself and placed the tip of his dick at Evans hole. Slowly, he worked his way in, going carefully and stopping when it got too tight to give Evans time to get used to it, soon he was all the way in. He waited for sometime, waiting for Evans go ahead sign. "It's fine, you can move now." And with that, Derek pulled back and thrusted in, hard.

"Aaah!" Evans moaned out loud, throwing his head back as his hands gripped the sheet, Derek had found the exact spot could make Evans go crazy in just one thrust.

Derek growled, pulling almost all the way out, he thrusted back in again. "Derek!" Evans grip on the sheets got tighter, tearing it a bit, with that one thrust he found himself cumming over again. But Derek wasn't done with him yet, turning Evans over, he went into frenzy.

Evans found himself in wonderland at the feeling going on, he completely surrendered himself to Derek's hold. Derek took one look at a orgasmed filled Evans, his mouth was open in a silent moan and his eyes were rolled back. He found himself coming close to his zenith, with a hand around Evans dick, stroking fast, he came with a roar, Evans following afterwards.

Derek breathed heavily as he came down from orgasmic world, he glanced down at Evans who was laying down still, breathing softly. "Evans?" He called as he pulled out of him. "Ev?" He held his cheeks, but Evans seemed to have passed out after his third orgams, Derek laughed.

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Derek found himself on his way to the hotel his mother stays in. He can't explain the urge, but waking up this morning he felt it was the right thing to do. He had a lot on his plate, it was better he dealt with one part.

"Hi, I am here to see Mrs Sarah Edwards, I believe she stays at room 201?" He told the lady at the desk.

"Wait a moment sir," She kindly replied. Going through the big book in front of her. She finally found what she was looking for and dialled a number. "Good morning Ma'am... Someone is here to see you..." She looked up at Derek. "Your name?"

"Derek, just tell her Derek."

"Derek," She spoke to the phone. "Ok." She dropped the telephone. "You can go, 5th floor."

"Thanks." Derek walked over to the elevator, being lucky to get in just before the slides closed. 

Minutes later Derek found it hard to knock on the door, he would take deep breaths, bringing his hand up to knock, only to let it down again with a heavy sigh. He didn't expect to be this nervous to speak to his own Mother, the woman who had given birth to him. He turned around to walk away, when the doorknob twisted and the door was pulled back.

"Derek?" His mother called.

Derek stopped in his steps throwing the plan of walking away in his imaginary waste bin. He couldn't walk away from it since she was here now. Turning around, he offered a awkward smile. "Uhmm... Hello."

"Hi, c—come in, please don't go, come in." She stepped aside, giving way for him. Derek gave another sigh, tucking his two hands in his pockets, he walked into the room.

"I—I wasn't expecting you," She said as she closed the door, turning around to face him. "I would have arranged," She gestured to the side which has books scattered everywhere. "I'm a mess." She chuckled nervously.

Derek smiled at that, his mother was never a neat one, that's why their father had gotten a maid and when his mother found out that her husband was cheating on her with the maid. She had sent he packing and brought in a new one, a woman called Welma, who was formerly a nun.

"Have a sit," She pointed to the sofa in a corner of the room. "I'll be back, let me just get you a cup of coffee." Before Derek could say another word, she was out of the living room.

Derek closed his eyes laying his head back on the couch. He thought he was ready for this, but he didn't know what words to say exactly. He has thought he never wanted to see her again, he had wanted to forget her entire existence, but sitting here in this living room, he just realized how much he missed her. 

He heard footsteps approaching and opened his eyes just as she stepped into the room. "No sugar and lots of milk, just the way you like it," She said as she handed him the cup.

"Thanks," He took a sip before placing it down on the table.

She sat down beside him, holding her coffee in her hands. Mother and son sat down together, but not knowing what to say to the other. Derek wondered if he should speak first, he was the one that came here, so she must be waiting for him to say a word. But just as he opened his mouth to speak, she cleared her throat.

"So, I know you haven't fully forgiven me yet, I also know you have lots of questions, so here I am, ready to accept and answer anything you throw at me," Sarah said, offering a weak smile.

Derek thought about it for a moment. "Ok, let's start with the man you call my father, is he still alive?"

"Yes."