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Derek's buttocks, Derek whispered, “So that’s how it’s going to be, is it?” and then bit his neck.
     
                  Derek gripped them both, his large, callused capable hands taking control, and roughly stroked them both.  His moves were deliberate, experienced, and perfectly timed, and his thumb slid over Jesse's most sensitive point until Jesse was moaning. 
     
                  Derek whispered, “Talk to me.  Tell me what you like.  You like that?”
     
                  Jesse panted his name in response, his muscles strung taught as his body blazed and yearned for more.
                 
                  Derek drove him up to the edge of desire and then drew him back, never letting him crest, winding the tension into him and watching for his responses.  His mouth stroked a scorching path of sensation over Jesse's neck and shoulders, pausing occasionally to murmur hot, dirty nothings in Jesse's ear, while his hands continued their rhythmic quest for pleasure.
                 
                  Jesse was living a fantasy, and, knowing him for as long as he had, he should have guessed Derek would want to talk his way through sex, but Jesse's mind was too swamped with heat and bliss for chatter.  He'd called out Derek's name in his mind many times during long, hot nights spent alone and wanting, and now the word slipped from between his lips again and again.
     
                  “You close, Jess?,” Derek asked, his voice gruff with restraint.  “Tell me you’re close.”
     
                  “Derek,” he panted, his lover's name substituting for so many other words he couldn’t manage with Derek's hands and lips in full control of his body. 
     
                  Pleasure rolled through him as his body pulsed and he felt Derek's release in response.  Their bodies rode through the waves of their orgasms and they collapsed against each other chest to chest, with Jesse sandwiched between Derek and the wall.  He couldn't remember being happier. 
     
                  Derek chuckled, and Jesse felt the vibrations of his laughter against his chest. “Good for you?” Derek asked.
     
                  Jesse felt relaxed, lazy, and spent, and rather than bothering with conversation he  murmured Derek's name in response.  The glow only lasted a few minutes before reality crept its way in, poking his consciousness as the rough wood of the wall scratched at his back.
     
                  Jesse pushed Derek away and began the search for his clothes.
     
                  “Damn,” Derek said.
     
                  “What?”
     
                  “Once isn’t going to be enough for me.”  Derek winked and grinned, and in the literal blink of an eye Jesse felt the weight of what he'd done land in the middle of his chest.
     
                  Derek. There might be someone in the world that would be a worse choice to take as a lover, but the man was definitely in the top ten.  He was a rambler with a long string of failed relationships behind him.  Even if he was here now he'd be gone soon.  Dad would never understand, and there was no reason to tell him.
     
                  Jesse jerked up his pants and grabbed his shirt from the bale of hay where it had landed before tossing Derek's towards him.  “Get dressed. You need to be gone be gone before Mom and Dad get back.”
     
                  Derek pulled pulled his faded jeans and fastened the buttons but stopped and leaned against the rough wooden wall, watching, with his arms behind his back.  Jesse could see every curve of muscle on Derek's chest and arms, and every line of his body was more appealing than the prospect of going back to long days on the ranch without anyone who understood him.
     
                  He already