[ Derek wasn't expecting much. Maybe he fucking should have been. ]
That's-- what? No. Are you--
[ Derek sits up, propped up on his elbows. His jaw drops, largely offended, and he stares at Tate with-- well, not with malicious intent, exactly, but certainly with some kind of malice. Stand-alone malice. Malice, but on a solo mission. Jesus, he'd honestly have preferred Tate to ask him to pony up on all the semi-ironic blowjob jokes. Absolutely would have followed through on one of those, if giving up his jacket was the alternative. Eat shit, exclusivity to the love of his life, that's his fucking jacket.
But.
A promise is a promise. Tate's just teasing, probably doesn't even intend to follow through on a literal fucking hostage negotiation, but. Derek's gonna commit to this, just in case he is. That's where they're at. ]
You can't fuck in it. I'll know. I've got a really, really good nose.
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That's-- what? No. Are you--
[ Derek sits up, propped up on his elbows. His jaw drops, largely offended, and he stares at Tate with-- well, not with malicious intent, exactly, but certainly with some kind of malice. Stand-alone malice. Malice, but on a solo mission. Jesus, he'd honestly have preferred Tate to ask him to pony up on all the semi-ironic blowjob jokes. Absolutely would have followed through on one of those, if giving up his jacket was the alternative. Eat shit, exclusivity to the love of his life, that's his fucking jacket.
But.
A promise is a promise. Tate's just teasing, probably doesn't even intend to follow through on a literal fucking hostage negotiation, but. Derek's gonna commit to this, just in case he is. That's where they're at. ]
You can't fuck in it. I'll know. I've got a really, really good nose.