Page 56 of Devil's Kiss
“Shit, man, you look hot. Very James Bond.”
Derek tugged on the lapels of the jacket and shrugged. “Yeah? You think?”
“Umm…yeah.” Dylan walked over to him, dressed in an almost identical outfit, except for the additions of the black buttons on his white shirt. When he stopped in front of Derek, he laid a familiar palm over the lapel on his chest and smoothed it up to his shoulder, where he flicked away a piece of lint. “You’re going to make us alotof money tonight.”
Derek screwed his nose up. “I think if anyone’s gonna make money for this damn auction, it’s going to be you.”
“Have you seen yourself? Derek, you look… Just trust me. There’s going to be a very broke man tonight because he’s going to have to outbid everyone else that’s going to fight for you. Including myself.” Dylan gave him a thorough once-over. “Damn, I had no idea you’d clean up this good.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“No, no. I don’t mean it like that. It’s just…I only ever see you in gym clothes or your jeans. But this. This takes you to a whole other level.”
“Down, boy.” Derek chuckled. “Put on a suit and Prescott becomes easy—who knew? Stop looking at me like you want to suck my dick or I just might take you up on the offer.”
Dylan laughed at that. “Bullshit. We tried that when you first moved in with me, and that was an epic fucking fail. But if you ever think you could be interested in the one whose hand is actually in your pants instead of the one you constantly daydream about…I’m willing to try again.”
“You’re hilarious, asshole.”
“Hey, I’m just saying. You’re the one with the little—or should I saybig—issue. I mean, the equipment is definitely all there. It’s just not wanting to come out and play—with me.”
Derek raised an eyebrow at his roommate. The pretty bastard was having way too much fun at his expense. “Done?”
Dylan gave a shit-eating grin. “Yeah, I guess. But even you have to admit, it was anepicfail.”
Derek laughed at the memory. He was right; there were no two ways about it. When he’d first moved in with Dylan, they’d gotten drunk one night and things had progressed from flirtatious comments to a few kisses and a lot of hands. Then, well, Dylan had slipped his fingers down his shorts and Derek had been all for a hand job from the gorgeous guy. However, his cock hadn’t cooperated, and even after Dylan had tried his hardest to pump some life into it, it wasn’t having any of it.
Nope. His dick had wanted one person only. Jordan.God. It felt like that had always been the case, and always fucking would be. But since he avoided Jordan like the plague, Derek had made it somewhat of a mission to track down men of similar builds and temperament to his feisty former professor. He knew that was fucked up, but hey, what else was new when it came to him?
Which got Derek thinking. Whenwasthe last time he’d gone out and hooked up? Had it really been months ago? He needed to get out more, and his brain and body needed to stop fixating on something he could never have again.
“Yeah, no offense,” Derek finally said. “But one major fail with you is all I think my ego can handle.”
“Ha,” Dylan barked. “Yeah, right. You have more attitude in your little finger than most men have in their entire body. And just becauseyoudidn’t get it up that night, doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy imagining it later in my room by myself. You let me see all those tattoos on your body, and… Yeah, that was all it took.”
“Damn, I had no idea you were in there jacking off to me each night, Prescott.”
“Yeah, right. Don’t flatter yourself. After living with you as long as I have, all my fantasies are long since gone. Trust me.”
Derek chuckled and snagged the keys off the kitchen table. “Yeah, yeah. Okay, wise guy, remind me again what happens after some strange man purchases me for the night.”
“Well, you collect the check. The money goes to the True Colors Fund, then you go on a date with him.”
Derek looked doubtful. “And that’s it?”
Dylan nodded as he scooped up his own keys. “That’s it. Dinner. A movie. Whatever floats his boat.”
“What if wall-banging sex floats his boat?”
Dylan headed to the door with Derek following behind. “Then hope it’s someone you’d like to crush against a wall?”
“Gee, you’re a lot of help, Prescott. Can I refuse? Do they know we aren’t on sale for sex?”
“Aww, are you worried about your virtue?” Dylan quipped as they headed for Derek’s Jeep. He’d purchased it a couple of months ago, and as he popped the locks, he flipped his roommate off.
“Hey, if I don’t worry about it, no one will. And I just want to know the rules up front.”
As Dylan climbed inside the car, he shrugged. “The men are aware of the bidding rules, but I’ve gotta be honest. If I won you for the night, I’d totally try for the wall-banging sex.” Derek glanced over at his passenger, and Dylan winked. “I mean, a movie would not be my first choice. At least not the kind of movies they show at public theaters.”