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my shirt off.
The realization made him feel sexy. "You can turn on the
TV if you like or you can feel free to explore my room. I won't
be long." Kicking off his shoes, he leaned against the wall so
he could pull off his socks. Although he wasn't looking at
Scott directly, he used his peripheral vision to see if Scott had
shifted his attention from the floor to him. There was no
movement.
Scott flipped open his cell phone. "Ok, well, if you're sure,
I better call my mom and see if it's ok."
Still watching Scott though side glances, Derek pushed his
shorts down over his waist. They slid off his hips and bunched
at his feet. He was only wearing a jock strap now and knew
his ass was one of his best features. Scott's head tilted
slightly towards him and Derek was pretty sure that Scott
was trying to look at him without being obvious. Encouraged,
he kicked his shorts to the hamper where he had thrown his
shirt and walked directly past Scott to grab his towel off the
back of his desk chair which was located next to his bed.
Derek lingered there for a moment, taking time to wipe his
face and to give Scott a moment to stare. When Derek
dropped the towel over his shoulder and looked at Scott,
there was no question where Scott's attention had been. His
head snapped up and panic played across his eyes.
Derek had no idea what had come over him. He was never
this bold. Taking a deep breath, he slid his fingers beneath
the waistband of his jock strap and lowered them, first pulling
one leg out, then the other. It took all of his self-control not
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to tremble as he provided this final display for Scott. Once his
jock had been kicked into the hamper with the rest of his
clothes, he grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his
waist. "I'll only be about five minutes. Do you need
anything?" Surprisingly, his voice came out steady and
strong.
Scott sat perfectly still on the bed. "I, er, uh. N-No. I'm
fine. I just have to call my mom is all."
Derek nodded and turned to head to the bathroom. He
looked back once more before he left his room and saw what
he had been waiting to see for a month. Scott was adjusting
himself, completely absorbed in untangling whatever mess
had formed in his pants. A wide grin spread across Derek's
face as he sauntered to the bathroom and took his shower.
Five minutes later, clean and no longer stinking to high
heaven, Derek returned to his room and quickly threw on a
new pair of jeans and a threadbare Mickey Mouse t-shirt. He
would never wear the shirt in public but it was his favorite
and most comfortable shirt nonetheless. "So, you gonna be
able to stay for dinner?" It stunned him that he could remain
so calm after the show he had just given Scott and the
reaction he got from it.
Scott also seemed to have regained control of himself,
looking much more comfortable than he had a few minutes
earlier. "Mom said it was fine, but not to be home too late."
"Awesome. So, you want to check out my mixing
equipment?"
"Hell yeah! Where is it?"
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"I keep it up in the attic. I can spread my records and
technology out and my dad let me haul the old couch up
there when he bought the new one for the living room. No
one bothers me, and my stuff doesn't clutter the house. It's
pretty ideal actually. C'mon, I'll show you."
Scott hopped up from the bed and followed Derek to the
stairs at the end of the hallway which led up to the attic.
Derek first showed Scott his records. They weren't the kind
with regular songs, but contained all sorts of beats, sounds,
instrumentals, and vocals. "What are all these records for?"
Scott asked.
Derek knelt beside some records on the floor that he had
been using and motioned for Scott to come sit with him.
"When you mix, you take the various parts of the song, and
put them together however you feel. Actual songs are only
one component of the mixing process, and I use my iPod for
those. Here, listen to this." Derek grabbed a record that was
lying next to his turntable and handed it to Scott.
Derek watched him place the album on the turntable.
Scott's eyes were wide with excitement and when he spoke
his voice was animated. "Holy shit. I haven't ever met
someone who actually has a record player since I was a kid.
You use these for mixing?"
Derek couldn't help the giggle that escaped from him.
Watching Scott, seeing the music and the equipment through
his eyes, electrified the moment. "I don't actually use the
record player for mixing, but I do use it to pick out the
sounds I want to record digitally and upload to my mixer."
Scott was paying close attention to every word. "Here, check
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