[ Derek's, uh. Derek's feeling a little mindblown. There's this prickly feeling of guilt replacing the moment of exhilaration that coursed so heavily through his body, and the world suddenly feels louder and less sealed away by the high he was chasing. He needs to clean up, he needs to fix his clothes. He needs to look like he didn't just fuck his hand in the middle of his shift.
There are twin chimes, one after the other, so Derek pulls his phone back and scrolls through the new messages Tate sent, his jaw dropping a little at the sight of each photo. The cum on his face, the-- the way it makes him look freshly fucked, freshly used. Derek's chest tightens with want, but he sallows the feeling down, making himself presentable, wiping some sweat off his forehead and putting his phone back up to his other ear. Definitely could have been fired for this, back home. ]
Soon.
[ He's just gotta finish his shift. Derek scratches at his eyebrow, still kind of breathless. He wants to play that audio file back. Wants to loop it while he works. The good thing about working in a garage is the abundance of rags and towels around here, so - he finds one, dropping it on the floor, quietly doing his best not to pray for death. The air smells like sex and cum and he knows someone's going to ask him if he got lucky. ]
I'm gonna bring some things to the treehouse, so. Just - relax. Recover. Get ready for me.
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There are twin chimes, one after the other, so Derek pulls his phone back and scrolls through the new messages Tate sent, his jaw dropping a little at the sight of each photo. The cum on his face, the-- the way it makes him look freshly fucked, freshly used. Derek's chest tightens with want, but he sallows the feeling down, making himself presentable, wiping some sweat off his forehead and putting his phone back up to his other ear. Definitely could have been fired for this, back home. ]
Soon.
[ He's just gotta finish his shift. Derek scratches at his eyebrow, still kind of breathless. He wants to play that audio file back. Wants to loop it while he works. The good thing about working in a garage is the abundance of rags and towels around here, so - he finds one, dropping it on the floor, quietly doing his best not to pray for death. The air smells like sex and cum and he knows someone's going to ask him if he got lucky. ]
I'm gonna bring some things to the treehouse, so. Just - relax. Recover. Get ready for me.