the thought of him

The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son

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Chapter 3: the thought of him

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“Get in the car,” Derrick ordered circling around it and getting in as Jordan scrambled to get inside.

He looked around, his amber brown eyes looking dark in the dim light, and his posture speaking nervousness and confusion.

“Why are you out walking around?”

“Whatever happens in Beacon Hills? The last murder was over a year ago and no one is going to come near me and attempt rape now are they?” he muttered opening the cap and sniffing it gingerly.

Derrick watched out of the corner of his eye when Jordan knocked it back with a big gulp before gagging. The snort of laughter escaped him before he realised and frowned staring forward.

“Hey! It’s strong and who the hell buys vodka straight?!” Jordan demanded looking at him. “Are you taking me home?”

“Yes, I don’t want to be arrested for soliciting a minor with a bottle of vodka. You might want to slow down,” Derrick answered watching him drink it like water.

“You’re the one who bought it,” Jordan replied with a soft snort. “I just wanted to get out, go for a walk, and distract myself for thinking about the shitty day. It’s better than sitting with my laptop watching reruns of Breaking Bad and eating too many Doritos.”

“So vodka is the alternative,” Derrick muttered feeling amusement tickle him inside when he parked further down the street and looked at him. “Get out, get into bed, and go to sleep, Jordan. That can be used daily.”

Jordan answered by taking another swig of his bottle and glaring at him before getting out. Derrick stopped him though when he noticed the small bead of it still on his lip and reached out slowly stroking his thumb across his bottom lip.

He wasn’t foolish when he noticed the way Jordan’s breathing grew shallower when he looked at him up through his lashes.

“You missed a spot,” he muttered before slipping his thumb in between his own lips and sucking.

Derrick resisted the urge to smirk when Jordan gulped watching him and fumbled nearly falling out of the car.

“T – Thanks for the…you know,” Jordan said gesturing at the car before staring at him. “You didn’t have to.”

“I could never leave the Sheriff’s kid out in the cold.”

“It’s not just that though,” Jordan admitted shaking his head back and forth slowly.

Derrick pressed his tongue against his bottom teeth considering him before leaning forward and pointing at the house.

“You’re welcome, now go, before a search party is called.”

Jordan nodded quickly as he stepped back with a slight stumble in his step when he slammed the car door behind him.

Derrick watched and waited silently when Jordan walked to the house stopping only once to look back at him before walking around the side of his house. He pulled away driving back home still smelling the lingering smells of vodka and his axe deodorant.

It probably wasn’t the best decision making and instead of probably being fucked into the mattress right now he was buying a teenager alcohol and taking him home.

Derrick sighed deeply as he pressed the pedal down harder speeding through the streets and prayed he wasn’t pulled over.

He was in no mood for spending another night in the cells for drinking whilst driving.

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Jordan sat on his bed reeling when he kept the vodka bottle between his legs, his lips touching his tingling lip, and listening to his dad’s snores downstairs.

His cock was half hard and aching to be touched when he fell back against the cushions. It had been a spontaneous decision when he got out of the house after his dad fell asleep on the couch. It was cold when he walked down the streets and headed in any direction.

That direction remarkably led him to Derrick and now here he was tipsy and horny. He gingerly placed the bottle on the floor before closing his eyes and unbuttoning his jeans.

His hands were cold when he shoved them down to his knees with his underwear and slid his fingers over his cock teasing it and stroking it till he was hard.

Jordan thought of Derrick, he thought of the way he looked tonight in leather and a purple top, his eyes amused and thoughtful when they looked at him, and his thumb on his lip.

Jordan brought his legs up when he spread his legs wide slowly stroking his hand up and down his cock slowly, his fingers teasing the head feeling moisture.

His breathing came out raggedy when his other hand moved down to stroke over his hole and quickly reached under his pillow for the lube.

The first lubricated finger was the burn he needed when he gasped imagining Derrick pinning him to the bed, his stubble burning his cheeks and lips in the best way, his hands stroking over his skin and bringing him to the brink.

Jordan moaned working his hand up and down his shaft faster whilst working his other fingers inside of him. The heat intense when sweat covered his back and inner thighs in a thin sheen.

His mind bringing him over when he imagined Derrick’s cock breaching him, filling him up, and completing him.

It was intense in the best way when he crooked the two fingers inside of him and gasped throwing back his head when he climaxed. Come splattered his chest when his legs and thighs shook, his eyes clenched closed as he moaned quietly, and removed his fingers.

The wet squelch filled the bedroom when he wiped them on the bed cover and breathed hearing his heartbeat in his ears.

The come settled and cooled on his chest and stomach when he looked down and winced standing up to pull on his underwear and get a towel from the bathroom.

There was that sense of comfort and tiredness when he got back into the bedroom and climbed under the covers feeling better.

Derrick’s face filled his version when sleep welcomed him and despite the release longed for the real thing. Time would tell in the end.

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TBC