It's not something that needs to be dealt with, it's just-- Jesus Christ.
[ Tate sits up and Derek is feeling more and more cornered, even though this isn't a fucking big deal and doesn't have to fucking be one. He just wanted to shift away and sleep in peace, not get into whatever weird territory they've stumbled into. His neck feels hot and his face feels hotter, and he's still half-hard, stretching down the length of his thigh through the side of his boxers, trapped beneath the denim of his jeans. He's grateful they're back in the dark.
He doesn't want to answer Tate's question, because he knows how he gets about rejection. He's seen him fall apart, seen him get angry, and Derek feels like he's hurt him and ruined so many things for him already, that jumping straight into shooting him down is going to lead to another breakdown, or-- or at least a few tears, followed by a few shouts, followed by Tate running back home to Kavinsky to get high. Tonight was supposed to be a good night. Saying no and ruining that feels just as dangerous as saying yes.
So he just - swallows. He shifts, rolling over, putting his back to Tate. Staying close, but not facing him. If they sleep back to back, then - it's - fine. Doable. Nothing has to break. ]
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[ Tate sits up and Derek is feeling more and more cornered, even though this isn't a fucking big deal and doesn't have to fucking be one. He just wanted to shift away and sleep in peace, not get into whatever weird territory they've stumbled into. His neck feels hot and his face feels hotter, and he's still half-hard, stretching down the length of his thigh through the side of his boxers, trapped beneath the denim of his jeans. He's grateful they're back in the dark.
He doesn't want to answer Tate's question, because he knows how he gets about rejection. He's seen him fall apart, seen him get angry, and Derek feels like he's hurt him and ruined so many things for him already, that jumping straight into shooting him down is going to lead to another breakdown, or-- or at least a few tears, followed by a few shouts, followed by Tate running back home to Kavinsky to get high. Tonight was supposed to be a good night. Saying no and ruining that feels just as dangerous as saying yes.
So he just - swallows. He shifts, rolling over, putting his back to Tate. Staying close, but not facing him. If they sleep back to back, then - it's - fine. Doable. Nothing has to break. ]
C'mon. Lay down.