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A romantic getaway for Deran and Adrian goes awry and it's not just because Craig and Pope invite themselves along.
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- Part 1 of Breath
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Deran tried to clear his throat of the slight tickle.
“Hey, are you okay?” Adrian paused is his packing, his brow wrinkled in concern. “Are you coming down with something?”
“What? No! I’m fine. Just…too much talking today.” Deran stifled the threatening cough.
Nothing was going to keep them from going to Belize this time. Nothing. Not even his own body.
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- Part 2 of Home
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Deran swore as his call went straight to Adrian’s voicemail.
Again.
It was Adrian’s birthday and Deran had a surprise lined up but he’d ignored Adrian’s attempts to make plans earlier in the week and today he’d ducked his calls, all in the name of preserving the surprise.
He supposed it wasn’t a surprise that he was getting the same treatment now. He was beginning to think he’d made a colossal mistake by keeping this a secret from Adrian.
He patted the rings in his front pocket, then the plane tickets in the side pocket of his cargo shorts.
Belize and a proposal. He had it all planned out.
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- Part 1 of Home
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“I could, you know, help?” Crap. Why did he say that? “I mean I’m not trying to make this weird but Craig said you needed to get off or you’d have to go to the doctor.” That’s why; Adrian really was in a bad way.
He was also very hot. He had the perfect body, slim but muscular, and his ass was perfection.
Don’t forget needy. Who the hell needed porn when he had this, a squirming, horny Adrian who needed to get off? Of course he’d offered to help. For his health. Yeah, it was kind of Deran’s duty to help. As Adrian’s closest friend.
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“Did you get bit or something?”
Adrian jumped, his hand leaving his arm, looking guilty.
Pope felt guilty for startling Adrian; he knew how to move so he made enough noise to let Adrian know when he was approaching. It’s just that sometimes it was nice to look at the guy. He’d never been much for staring at pretty faces but there was something about Adrian that drew his attention.
He made sure to hit the floorboard that creaked so Adrian knew he was walking toward him. “Let me see your arm.”
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- Part 2 of Shake It Up
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“You won my slave, fair and fucking square. But you’re not leaving until you fuck mi puta bonita.” She spat the words at him, her teeth noticeably crooked as she settled her mouth into a mockery of a smile.
The smile turned to a cackle as she reached behind her and yanked something forward.
Someone.
There was lots of pale, freckled skin marked up with varying shades of blacks, blues, purples, greens and yellows but that wasn’t the surprising part; it was a guy. Wide shouldered and slim hipped. He was wearing ridiculous shorts that barely covered anything.
TT fisted her hand in the back of the guy’s hair and tilted his head upward. “Say hello to Pope, Pretty.”
“Hello, Pope.”
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- Part 1 of Shake It Up
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He looked down and Adrian was staring at him. The guy licked his lips in a practiced move. This was no innocent which was fine with Deran.
Deran didn’t want to break the moment but he also couldn’t stand here, hovering over Adrian, his cock thickening in his eyeline. “I, uh, set some clothing out for you.”
“Do I need clothing right now?” Adrian’s voice had deepened and so had his breathing.
He wasn’t the only person feeling the heat they were generating.
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More and more Deran couldn’t keep his eyes off of Adrian. The guy was good looking but then so were other guys. Although the fact Deran noticed guys were attractive at all was a problem.
A problem he tried to ignore but it kept bubbling back to the surface.
The problem with Adrian was not only did he have a hot body, and cute face, but he was smart, funny and nice. It was the nice that was the main problem. Deran hadn’t had much exposure to nice in his life so when someone treated him kindly, he wasn’t sure what to do with his feelings. When Adrian treated him kindly, he wanted to melt.
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Indonesia had seventeen thousand islands and the chances of Adrian being in the affected area had to be slim. Right? Then why was Deran losing his shit, dwelling on the worst-case scenario?
Adrian was fine.
Adrian had to be fine.
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“Cody, I want you to meet your new partner. He’s a retrocog who will be assisting you with your investigations.” Pearce’s voice continued on but Pope missed what he said.
He had finally been assigned a psychic partner. It had been five long years since he joined the unit with the promise of working with someone gifted to solve homicide investigations. Somehow, he’d never been a match and he didn’t know if it was because his interpersonal skills were less than stellar or if his potential partners weren’t cut out for homicide investigations.
Turning to meet the retrocog, Pope almost stumbled; he knew his partner.
It was one of Deran’s little friends.
Adrian Dolan.
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Shaking his head, Baz made a beeline toward Deran who was sprawled on a padded seat, eyes closed, head lolling. If he hadn’t been snoring, Pope might’ve thought his little brother was dead.
Adrian sat in a chair across from Deran, elbows resting on his knees, his head bowed.
“Jesus, he smells like a distillery. Wanna trade?” Baz looked over his shoulder at Pope.
Looking down at Adrian’s bent head, Pope called over his shoulder. “Nope, no take backs.” He’d been annoyed when Baz had left Adrian to Pope—he only cared about family and that was on a good day when they didn’t irritate the shit out of him—but at least the little twerp was somewhat functional. Or at least upright.
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Deran never thought shooting a film would be boring but it sure as shit was. There was a lot of standing around and waiting, something about getting the right shots, and very little action.
This was by far the easiest gig they’d ever taken.
As for keeping the star safe, the only threat Deran had noticed was how the wardrobe chick liked to touch Adrian.
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For the longest time—over ten years—Deran’s endgame had been Adrian. Even before he dared admit to himself he was gay, he’d wanted Adrian with everything he had.
The dream had ended on the heels of a one-two punch; first Deran had beaten up Adrian when J had walked in on them in flagrante delicto and then he’d bullied Adrian into a relationship.
Or at least he’d tried to.
Thank fuck Adrian had held his ground, and held Deran accountable, otherwise he might’ve turned out to be every bit as monstrous as Smurf. Instead he was just a guy who owned a bar, barely making ends meet, but he’d somehow managed to regain his friendship with Adrian.
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Deran rolled over and squinted at the clock: 6 o’fuckingclock in the morning. Why was someone pounding on his door at this hour?
He’d gotten home only three hours ago, threw shit around the kitchen because he realized he’d missed a call from Adrian who was on the other side of the fucking world and wasn’t picking up now, before smoking a joint and tumbling into bed.
Fuck his life.
Except he had the guy everyone wanted to be—or do—as well as a fantastic beachfront house.
And last, but not fucking least, The Drop. His bid for independence was really paying off. He could go legit and make it.
If only his family would give him some breathing room.
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He opened his mouth and then snapped it shut when only inarticulate sounds emerged.
This didn’t make any sense. Adrian lived to surf. And he was just as good if not better than Deran and his brothers. Surfing Mavericks was a life-long dream.
This made no sense.
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Adrian didn’t know what was going on but he knew he was being dragged over the ground by his arms and that he was fucked. Quite possibly literally fucked if the way Thing One seemed fascinated by his sexual orientation was any indication.
He’d always taken some pride in how he looked—he’d never lacked for attention on that score—but these things thought he was attractive? Jesus, fuck, no.
Just no.
Somehow being banished from the country, and his lover, wasn’t the worst thing to happen to him today.
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“I need to give two weeks of notice. I also need to find a place to live.” Eric’s mind raced as he thought of all of the details he needed to iron out to accommodate his new job. He could commute from Red Oak for a while but that would get old very fast.
Sheriff Stilinski rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I just might be able to help you there. I believe you remember my son, Stiles? He’s looking for a roommate. I have to warn you though he’s a little…odd.”
Those were the next steps in Eric’s journey into the supernatural world and they were big ones although he wouldn’t realize how big until later.
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- Part 4 of To Serve and Protect
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“We have two courses of treatment we’ve suggested to Adrian. One is dominant-administered meals; he was open to trying this first. Hopefully that will turn the tide on his weight loss.”
Deran shifted in the chair, trying to discreetly adjust his cock which was very enamored with the idea of dom-administered, hand feeding, meals for Adrian. It spoke to his need to protect and nurture the other guy. It didn’t hurt that Adrian’s lips were full and soft and that Deran always dreamed of having his cock between them; his imagination ran riot as he pictured spooning food into Adrian’s soft mouth, like he’d feed him his cock—gently. Unless the situation called for a more forceful approach in which case, he’d—
Dr. Singh coughed and tapped his tablet some more, short circuiting Deran’s thoughts. Was the man smirking? It was hard to tell because the doctor maintained a fairly blank expression at all times, including now.
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- Part 4 of Burn
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Deran was back at home, in his room, frowning.
Yesterday he’d fallen asleep with Adrian’s back tucked against his front, nestled like spoons in the drawer. He hadn’t been able to comfort his lover although he’d wrapped him up tightly in his arms while the newly presented recessive had shuddered and whimpered his distress.
When Adrian had run out of tears, Deran had cradled him close and breathed in his scent. Their breaths synced up until the steady rhythm lulled him to sleep.
He’d woken up alone.
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- Part 3 of Burn
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Linc cleared his throat, finally dislodging his hand from Craig’s. “Are you two together?”
His brother guffawed loudly. “Fuck no. This is my brother.”
A wide smile broke across the guy’s face and Deran had to admit he was attractive. Just his type, too. So why was he having trouble keeping his focus on this conversation? His mind was a million miles away. Okay, not a million; 1,502.6 miles away to be precise. It was a 27-hour drive to Tofino on the I-5. Deran would know because he had looked it up last night after he was disconnected from Adrian on FaceTime.
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- Part 2 of Burn