Hey. Sorry. I know this has been a long wait, but I wanted to get it right to do justice to my characters. Not a lot of sex because I didn't feel I could do the M/M scenes right, but a lot of things get resolved and well, I like the overall story. You should read the first two just get why a lot of things happen, but that's just my opinion. I hope you all enjoy it. Feel free to leave comments, send feedback, and vote. As always, good reading to all of you.
S.J.
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As Julian lead the way, Derek looked around his bedroom. The man seemed to have the organized chaos thing going on from what he could tell. Stacks of paper jumbled a small table next to the wall, clothes in various shades scattered the floor and the duvet hanging off an unmade bed. Julian smiled as he noticed Derek taking in his inner sanctum.
"Had I known you were coming over, I would have cleaned up more." Julian said as he leaned against the doorjamb.
Derek had wandered around the room, at Julian's words, he turned and smiled before saying, "More? What part of this is clean to you, Jules?"
"Hey! All of it. Sorta. Okay. So the table could be in better order and I need to do my laundry, but haven't had the time for it."
Derek's smile fell. Julian could only imagine where his mind was going and wanted to stop them before it ruined a new beginning.
"Nothing happened."
Derek looked back at his god. No matter what one look at the man could wipe his mind clean.
"Nothing happened with what, Jules?"
"Victor. I mean, something happened, but not physically between us. That's not why I haven't had the time lately."
"I said nothing about Victor."
"No, but you were thinking about he and I together. It was written all over your face so do me a favor and not lie to me."
"Fine. I was thinking about it. I don't like him."
"Why? You barely met and he was nothing but nice to you. So I have to assume that I'm to blame for your dislike."
"Blame? No. No one is to blame. I told you how I felt about you. Now I'd like to know the same, Jules."
"How I feel about you? I like you. A lot. I like you so much it scares me. You remind me too much of someone who hurt me in the past. I don't want to be an experiment to you, Derek. I want a relationship. One that means something."
Derek moved to stand in front of Julian. He held the man's hands in his own. "You aren't an experiment. I've had thoughts about men in the past, but never had the balls to act on it. I met you and the connection I felt with you, I can't and won't ignore anymore. Let me show you that this is nothing like you're past. I would never hurt you. Jules. I've already started to fall for you."
Julian still looked unsure, so Derek continued. "I'm really serious here. I want to date you and know everything there is to know about you. I spend all my time thinking about you. Um ... Can we leave your bedroom though? Now that I'm thinking clearly it's far too tempting."
Julian laughed and walked back into the living room. Sitting on the couch, he thought about exactly what he wanted. He wanted to express that to Derek, but he also had to be sure.
"I told that I really like you, Derek. I'd like to be in a real relationship with you, but I need you to be completely sure."
"I am, Jules. Really. I ... I should tell you something though."
"Uh oh."
"No. It's not like that. Not really anyway. I was drinking last night and I, well, I have a date tonight."
"You ... You have a date? With who?"
"This guy Peter. I met him last night in the bar."
"Um ... Well, I guess you can date whoever you want to, Derek. Tonight and tonight only. I still have the date with Victor tonight so I can't really tell you anything."
Derek breathed a sigh of relief. He really hoped that Jules wouldn't be mad at him. He still didn't tell him everything though.
"Jules, there's one more thing."
"Omg. What now, D?"
"I.. Nothing. I guess you'll find out sooner or later. I have to go though. I'll talk to you later on."
"Alright. I'll talk to you later."
Julian walked Derek to the door. Before Derek left, he pulled Jules into him and gave him a long kiss. When they separated, they both smiled.
"I'll never get tired of doing that, Jules."
"Glad to hear it, D. Now get out of here. I have to go to work soon."
Derek smiled and left. Julian closed the door and had a huge grin on his face. Then as his thoughts began to hit him, he realized that he still had quite a few things to handle before everything would be as it should. Jules moved through his apartment and got ready to go to work. Everything else would have to wait until he got off of work.
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Derek had been on cloud nine since he stepped off the elevator at the ground floor of Jules' building. He couldn't wait until he would be able to go on a actual date with his god without worrying about who he'll see once they aren't together.
For all his emotions though, Derek hadn't stopped to think about what his newly discovered preference meant. He was sure the guys at work wouldn't care, but he didn't know how his parents were going to take it. They'd never discussed such things. Derek's head hung a little as he thought about all the ways that conversation could go wrong. Should he have Jules there when he told them? Would they think less of him? What would Jase think?
Walking into Central Park, Derek made up his mind that he would tell them alone first. Tonight. He knew his feelings for Jules wasn't going anywhere. So the sooner they knew, the better for everyone. He could only hope that when his parents said they'd love him no matter what, they sincerely meant it.
When Derek was about to head towards a empty bench, his phone rang.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Hey, Derek. It's Peter."
"Oh! Hey, Peter. How are you today?"
"I'm doing pretty well. I was calling to make sure we were still on for tonight."
"Definitely. I'm really looking forward to it."
"Me too. Well, I gave you the address last night and I'll be ready by 6."
"Perfect. I'll pick you up then, but there's something I have to do before I go to dinner. I'll explain then, okay?"
"Fine by me. See you then."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Derek had a smile on his face because outside of all his fears, he was happy with everything that was happening. He just hoped Jules was dealing as well.
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Julian had really needed work as a distraction. He had so much in his head that it'd taken 4 Tylenol's and 8 hours to get rid of it. It was 5 in the evening and although he didn't want to be around Victor after their disagreement this morning, he really wanted to see Callie.
He showered and stood in front of his closet trying to decide what to wear. His sculpted body still glistening with water, only the fluffy white towel cover his bottom half. He decided on comfortable and casual. He pulled out one of his v-neck silk shirts, and a pair of his black slacks. He was sure Victor would enjoy the way the outfit presented his body. Part of him really did want to have fun with his Hispanic Adonis one more time, the other part wished that Derek could see him in the very outfit. Shaking the thoughts from his head, water dripped from his shaggy blonde hair.
Turning away from his closet, Julian saw that it was just after 5:30. He'd been standing in front of his closet lost in thought way too long. He dried his body and dressed. After doing so, he moved to his bathroom to try and style his hair. By 5:50, he'd given up and decided to leave it as it was. Making his way to the elevator, he hoped this would be at least semi-pleasant.
Victor was just walking into the building as Julian strode off the elevator. Meeting each other near the doors. Victor looked over Julian.
"Hey. You look nice."
"Thanks, Vic. So do you."
Julian meant it. Victor was dressed in a long sleeve light blue button up and khaki slacks. He looked like he was ready to take on the corporate world or lunch at the country club.
"We should get going, Jul."
"Right."
The two men exited the building and got into the waiting cab at the curb. They didn't speak and Julian could sense that this night was going to be very long. 20 minutes later, they were in front of Callie and Jase's place. As Julian got out, he sighed in relief. Making it to the porch and ringing the doorbell, Callie answered.
"Jules! Vic! So glad you two could make it. Almost everyone is here. The guys in the living room watching some game. The girls are helping me in the kitchen." Callie told them as she took lead them down the main hall.
"I'm going to see what they're watching." Victor said before taking off towards the living room.
"Is he alright?" Callie asked.
"Oh yeah. He's fine. He and I together ... Not so much."
"Aww. I'm sorry, honey. Why don't you come into the kitchen and we'll talk about it."
Callie and Julian walked into the kitchen where he was introduced to two other women. A tall African American woman named Stacy and a smaller India woman named Sharif. They were each at the stove stirring something in the pots. Callie handed Julian a knife and pointed towards the vegetables in a bowl on the countertop. He smiled and began to chop the vegetables.
"So tell me. What's going on?"
"Well, we had dinner last night, or we started to. I spaced out and left him at the table to cry myself to sleep in my bedroom apparently."