All the Wrong Things--part 3

by Reets

Derek groans as he swims to consciusness. His eyes fluttered open and he desperatly tries to focus on the person at his side. A hand reaches out and brushes his cheek. "Hey, Derek, can you hear me?"

His focus returns and he blinks until it clears. "Rachel?"

"Yeah, it's me. I heard you had a bad morning."

"Where am I?"

"You don't remember what happened?" She sighs as Derek shakes his head. "You're in the hospital, you collapsed."

"Why?" Rachel pulls the covers up over his chest a little higher, tucking him in.

"Well, the doctor says you had a stress attack."

"Not a heartattack?"

"No, nothing that drastic. But you need to take better care of yourself. You need to relax more, eat better and solve the problems that have been making you so cranky lately."

"Is that all?"

She laughs recognizing Derek's returning humor. "Yes, that's all. At least for today."

Derek squeezes her hand. "Thank you."

"For what? All I did was show up at the hospital. Nick and Alex got you here."

Derek's face paled a bit. "Where's Nick?"

"He's in the hall, waiting for you to..." Rachel stops as she hears the door open. She smiles as Alex steps up beside the bed.

"Hey you, how are you feeling?" She leans down and kisses his cheek.

"I'm not really sure. What happened Alex?"

"That's not important right now, let's just get your better and home. Then you can fight all your demons." Derek stares at her for a long moment. "Derek?"

"I want to see Nick."

Rachel shakes her head. "That's not a good idea, that boy is power keg right now. He could blow at any moment and you don't need that."

"That's exactly why, I 'must' see him. Turst me Rachel, it will make us both feel better." Rachel sighs, but knows that her arguments would be meaningless.

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Out in the hall Nick is pacing back and forth, annoying Kristen more than usual. "Why don't you just sit down. There's nothing you can do. He's old, these things happen."

"Look you, I wish you'd just drop out of site. I wouldn't miss you, you know."

Kristen grins. "You would and you know it."

Nick is in her face now. "NO! I wouldn't."

Rachel clears her throat as she approaches. "Look you two, this is a hospital. If you can't to be quiet you can both leave. "

Nick bows his head, whispering 'sorry' loud enoug for her to hear. He meets her eyes again with his best scolded child look. "Nick, get in there, Derek wants to see you."

"I'm coming as well, see how he's doing." Nick spins on his heels and heads for her, but Rachel grabs him.

"No Kristen, you're staying out here," She physically shoves Nick toward the door. "Go on Nick and calm down. He doesn't need to feel the tension right now."

Alex smiles and opens the door for Nick. She kisses his cheek and whispers in his ear. "Behave, let him talk and don't upset him." Nick squeezes her waist and nods.

The door closes silently behind him as he steps up toward the bed. Derek's eyes are closed, his breathing calm and even. How many times had he laid awake at night and watched Derek sleep? Heavy, proud brow, usually creased in thought or worry was now smooth and seamless. He'd seen it creased in laughter when they were together. Derek laughed easily with him, but tried to keep his playfulness hidden around other people. It was only the times when they were alone that he let himself go.

The small wrinkles around is mouth, less prevelant in slumber and Nick ran his fingers down the smooth skin of his cheek. All in all, a good looking man for his age. Nick felt the tears start at the bottom of his throat and he held them back. His fingers traced the smooth hand closest to him, strong, and elegant, his fingers curl around Derek's and he squeezes lightly. Derek doesn't stir and he leans in and rests his forehead lightly against Derek's shoulder, letting the tears stain his hospital gown. A wipe and the evidence is gone. He pulls back and watches Derek sleep for a moment, hoping he'd awaken and they could talk.

Quietly he pulls a chair close and sits down, taking Derek's hand again. "Don't do this to me Derek, you know how much I need you."

Suddenly it was a lifetime ago. Derek held a gun on him and Alex, but refused to take their lives. He turns the gun on himself and fires. Derek had survived that and later told Nick how much he cared about him and how grateful he was for Nick being there. It was the beginning of a new level to their friendship, one which eventually lead to their becoming lovers. This, however, wasn't a demon posession, ghost, satan worshiper or vampire. This was Derek's own body telling him that the stress was becoming too much. It was well after midnight and Nick lies his head down on the bed beside Derek. Derek's hand still clasped inside his.

Derek awoke, his hand was warm, but numb. He nudges it, but can't move it. He glances down to see Nick sound asleep, Derek's hand tucked under his head. "You're going to be stiff, if you sleep like that all night."

Nick jumps and stares up at him. "Derek?"

"Who were you expecting?" Derek's smile is warm and Nick pulls himself up and hugs him. "It's okay love, everything is going to be fine now."

"You ahhh, you gave us quite a scare." Nick pulls back, remembering Derek's aversion to his affection of late.

"I'm sorry. Sometimes things eat you, from the inside out."

"What things?" Nick leans into the hand on his cheek.

"Things like, lying to yoursef, hurting the only person who's ever truly loved you, things like that." Derek can see the tense, knot of muscles in Nick's face and Nick. "Would you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

"What time is it?" Nick takes a deep breath and checks his watch.

"It's after midnight."

"Has everyone gone?" Nicks shrugs and looks out into the hallway.

"Yeah, looks like they headed back to the island."

"Good, come here." Nick walks back to the bed. "Take your shoes off."

"What?"

"Just do it." Nick sits down and unlaces his boots and drops them noisly to the floor. "Now, come here." Derek scoots over, making room for Nick in his bed.

"Derek, this is..." The reasons why not, ran quickly through his mind. Doctors, nurses, Rachel, Kristen, the Legacy, then all he could think of was, yes. He climbs up on he bed and settles beside Derek, careful not to tangle the iv line in Derek's hand.

"Nick, it was stress, I'm not fragile. Come here." Derek wraps his arm around the younger man and pulls him close. "I love you and I'm sorry I've been acting like an old fool. We need to talk, but right now, the most important thing to me, is to have you right here."

"You never lost met Derek, just pushed me away." Derek pulls Nick close and kisses his head.

"I know and I'm sorry. I truly thought it would be the best thing for you. I didn't think to ask what you wanted." Nick snuggles closer, his head resting on Derek's chest. He listens to the older man's heartbeat and slowly drifts off to sleep. "Nick? Goodnight my love."

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Rachel stood by the side of the bed, watchng the two men sleep. Alex eases in and freezes in place. "Rachel?"

Rachel smiles and looks up at her. "I think they ironed out their differences. Don't you?"

"You knew?"

"It's hard to keep secrets in that house. I susupected," Rachel lied, covering the fact that she had found out by accident. "They're so peaceful right now."

"Perfect, if you ask me." Alex smiles and goes to the beside. She brushes Nick's cheek with her hand and he stretches. He flashes her a smile. Not a grimace, not a grin, but a truly radiant, happily contented smiles that makes his eyes sparkle. "Guess we were right to leave you two alone."

Nick tries to sit up. "Little help here Alex, I think my whole right side is asleep." A warm handruns up his back, caressing his neck. He lingers a moment, then allows Alex to pull him up and turns to see Derek smiling at him.

"Good morning."

"Hey, sorry I feel asleep."

"That's fine, we have forever to talk." Alex and Rachel smile at each other, mission accomplished. Nick catches Rachel's eye and she smiles. He leans down and kisses Derek on the lips.

"That's discusting." They all turn to see Kristen standing behind them, her arms tightly crossed over her chest. Alex and Rachel both head for her and she backs out of the room. "What?"

"Not the time for visitng."

"Nick's in there and doing, God knows what with Dr. Rayne. I think it's time someone did something about it."

"And what exactly did you plan on doing?" Rachel asked, pushing Kristen back a couple of steps.

"Well, my Uncle already knows about them, so I'll have to see what he's going to do. Probably kick them both out of the Legacy. We don't need that kind of thing here."

Rachel restrains Alex as she tries to lunge forward. "Alex, Derek doesn't need this right now. Come on." She ushers Alex back toward the room. "Kristen I think it would be a good time for you to return to the Boston house. You've worn out your welcome here." They both go back inside the room.

"Oh I'll go back, when I'm damn good and ready." She turns on her heels and heads down the hallway.

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Derek settles back in after a week's stay at the hospital. Nick is pacing around the room. "Nick, sit down. You're making me anxious."

"I'm sorry, I just...what did the doctors say?"

"I'm fine, fit for my age," Derek pulls him close. "Thanks to you." Nick smiles. "And that I should learn to avoid known stressors."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know. I'm just taking this one day at a time." He kisses Nick and releases him. "We overcame another obstacle with all this."

"Yeah, Rachel. But what about Kristen? She seems to have an agenda of her own and with this guy Pendal being her uncle...."

"Great Uncle, what could she gain by hurting us?" Derek watches as Nick sprawls out across his bed and sighs. He moves to the door and gently slids the lock in place, catching Nick's eyes as it clicks. "Do you really want to discuss Kristen?"

"No, but do you think your doctor would approve of this?" Derek is hovering above him now. His eyes dark with arousal. It had been over six weeks since they had last been together. Everything had changed so much since then, yet the familiar sensations filled his body.

"My doctor said, to engage in stress relieving exercises," Derek shoves Nick's jean clad thighs apart and kneels on the bed between them. "I think this qualifies." He leans down and buries his face in Nick's neck, drinking in the smell of his young lover. Cologne, sweat, deodorant and the spicy, intoxicating smell that was always prevalent in his lover. Something that always aroused his senses, something uniquely Nick. Nimble hands unbutton his shirt and he smiles, Nick is undulating beneath him, his erection bumping against Derek's. "Oh yes, my love." Derek clamps down on Nick's neck, biting and licking. His tongue follows the bone and he plants kisses on the cheek, always plesantly surprised, by the softness of Nick's hnt of a beard, at this time of day. He finds his mouth finally and nips at the corner, drawing a moan from Nick's open lips. He plunders the moist recess for a long moment before pulling up for air. "You know," Nick meets his eyes, licking his lips. "I think we're a little over dressed for this, don't you?" Nick nods.

They seperate long enough to undress and Nick tumbles back into the large bed. He tosses the pillows to the floor, mumbling about why there are so many in the first place. He watches Derek's grin turn from amusement to mischief and his heart begins to race. He can't help but lick his lips as he watches the man in front of him. Tall, strong and graceful. The muscles firm under the pale skin twitch and flex as he stares down. Nick reaches for him, but he shakes his head and crosses his arms and grabs a foot with each hand. A firm jerk and Nick finds himself on his stomach. A little stunned, but fully aroused, by the antics of his lover. He gasps and instincly moves his thigh, as teeth sink into the delicate skin. A tongue sooths the sunken welts and he sighs. His cock throbs beneath him, trapped between his stomach and the bed. The other thigh is treated in the same manner and he draws it up. His breath becomes ragged as the heat from Derek's body warms him. He tugs against the sheets, trying to gain leverage, his body, so open and vunerable to invasion. A single finger edges it's way inside his body and he tightens around it. The coolness of the gel sending shivers up his spine. He relaxes and allows the finger deeper as it seeks out his most sensitive spot. He gasps as it rakes across the delicate gland, then retreats. Two fingers work their way deeper, stretching his body for the passion to come. Derek's mouth is everywhere at once, covering his body with wet kisses. He wiggles and squirms, as teeth clamp down gently on flesh. He tries to get prepare his body for the oncoming assault, tries to still his movement and calm his body, but Derek's tongue finds a new spot and lovingly tortures his skin. The moment he believes he can take no more, everything stops. Nick glances around and watches as Derek squeezes lubricant on his hand, slicking up his cock. Too soon, too quick, his mind races with lust, longing and a slight hint of fear. Derek pulls him to his knees, the genlte nudges against his ass become more insistant and he wills his body to relax. The next push and Derek sinks inside, he whimpers as the burning sensation drills through his body, but Derek doesn't slow, his body is filled with one long push, until Nick can feel the curly hair around Derek's cock, scrape the delicate tissues of his ass.

Derek smiles, Nick was trembling beneath him and it felt so good. His cock buried deep with his body as it clenched and twitched. Nothing could feel this good, should feel this good, must be why it was so forbidden, such a taboo. Tight, hot flesh clamping so hard, that the two become one. Not cock and ass, but one rhythm, built from trust, love, hunger, and need. As he withdrawls his mind folds in upon it's self as Nick's breath becomes jagged and broken. Whimpers, moans and pants and the almost silent, 'more', fill his mind and body. Urging him forward again, just as slowly, just as deliberate, sinking deep and bumping against the button that pushes his lover into motion. He runs his hand down the length of Nick's strong back, up to his neck and through his dark hair, grasping at it, pulling Nick's head back, catching his eyes, wide with arousal and desire. He stretches forward covering Nick's body, twisting his head at an angle to capture those lips in a too short, kiss. Fingers clasp and Nick arches up against him, sending him deeper inside his body.

The lovely pressure of Derek's weight against his body, his strong thighs forcing his own apart, thrusting as deep as possible. This was love, desire and passion, riding the waves and crashing into each other. Nothing could hurt them now, not like this. Not as long as they joined, shared and supplied each other with the necessary antidote to the posion that was life. The days had deteoriated and life grown dark, since they had parted. This was the only drug that could cure it. The only therapy either needed. To be once against the rest, together against the world. Nick struggles and tries to reach down, touch his own sex, release it's long pent up passion, but Derek grips his wrists, keeping his body stretched flat against the bed. The only movement is Derek's cock, pulling from him and sinking in again slowly. The slow, steady pace turns maddening and he struggles again. Pushing back against Derek, he's rewarded as the other man quickens his pace a bit. Lingering on the inside, bumping his gland over and over again. Nick screams in frustration, trying desperatly to urge his lover to release. "Derek please, l need to..."

"No!" This was new, Derek had never refused him this release. As Derek's pace quickens Nick can feel the tenseness of his body, feels the straightening of his spine, his thrusts become alost frantic as he reaches the edges. Nick pushes back against him, taking him deeper and deeper until his body cries for him to stop. He whimpers at the power of Derek's thrusts then Derek pulls away. "Turn over, now." It is a command, not a request.

Nick flips to his back, fighting to catch his breath. He watches as Derek hands fall to his own cock, pumping frantically. Nick wraps his legs around Derek's waist and tries to reiniate the contact, but Derek sits back on his heels, his cock surging through his clenched fist. Nick sits up, watching his lover pleasure himself. The tighty closed mouth, pursing his lips into an odd face, veins in his neck straining against his skin. Nick reaches down and fingers Derek's balls, his other hand clamping down on a pert nipple. Derek's head snaps back in a wordless cry and it begins. Derek's cock swells and pulses, sending hot, jets of milky release onto Nick's chest, he arches up and it splashes Nick on the face and throat. He cries out as the last, spurts forth and globes on Nick's stomach. Nick is panting and reaches for his own cock. "No." Derek scrambles between his legs, pushing Nick flat.

Nick's cock is so hard, that the head is a shade of purple. Derek wastes no time in engulfing the engorged organ in his mouth, reveling in the tangy, sweetness of his lover's cock. Nick's hands fall to his head and he's forced to take the cock deeper into his throat. He allows it for several seconds, then stops to make breathng easier. His fingers find Nick's opening and push their way inside, keeping the same rhythm as his mouth.

Nick's body is arching off the bed now, thrusting into Derek's mouth and riding the fingers inside his body. Trying desperatly to get the most from the intimate contact. His hands grip the bed again and he stills, his cock releasing it's load, deep in Derek's throat. As the last of his orgasm pushes it's way free of his cock, Derek pulls back.

Derek licks Nick's throat and face, wiping the evidence of his orgasm from the younger man's body. Once he reaches Nick's mouth, the eager tongue dips inside his mouth, twirling and exploring.

Tasting the mixture of their essence on Derek's tongue, Nick groans and kisses him deeper. Their eyes lock as they seperate, both too overcome by the experience to speak for long moments.

"That was," Derek nervously watches Nick's eyes. "Incredible." Derek allows himself to smile at Nick's words. "Certinly something we've not done before."

"I wanted you, I didn't think I could wait."

Nick smiles and pulls Derek close. "I have no complaints."

"I love you Nick, don't you ever believe otherwise. No matter how stubborn I get in the future." Nick rolls them, so they lay on their sides.

"I won't let you do it again. My decision, my life," He gently nudges Derek's face, making him look at him. "My love."

to be continued in part 4

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