Derrick pulled himself closer to Jackson. He couldn't believe how much he was enjoying the warmth of having another person lying next to him. Usually he would boot his bedmate out after the deed was done, but right now he was enjoying the comfort of knowing someone else was with him.
"I'm sorry." Jackson's voice was soft. "I'm sorry I just brushed you off."
"It's okay." Derrick laughed. "It was a little bit of karma coming back to bite me in the ass."
He could feel Jackson's fingers gently gliding through his hair. He could hear his heart beat as he rested his head on Jackson's chest. He never thought he would be in a situation like this. He never thought he would ever take joy in a moment like this. Yet, there he was, totally content.
"I do have to go though" Jackson kissed the top of Derrick's forehead. "My daughter is coming in to town tomorrow, and I have to get her room ready."
"Okay." Derrick looked up, kissing Jackson.
"How about Grind tomorrow. Around ten?" Jackson sat up, but he never broke eye contact with Derrick.
"Perfect." Derrick sat up, releasing Jackson from his grip.
He watched Jackson get dressed, unable to take his eyes off of his... well, he didn't exactly know what to call Jackson.
"Jackson," he called out just as Jackson was about to leave the bedroom. "Can I ask you something?"
Jackson turned. Derrick got out of bed, pulling on his jeans. He had learned it wasn't a good idea to walk around his apartment naked, namely because the entire east wall of his apartment was a giant window.
"What is this? Like, are you and I... are you my..." Derrick could hardly speak. He wasn't the one who would normally ask that question.
"I am if you want me to be." Jackson smiled.
"Then you are." Derrick gave him one last kiss.
After Jackson had left Derrick was kind of surprised by how alone he suddenly felt.
He stood in his living room, looking out towards the lake. There was this feeling growing inside of him. Dread. It wasn't about Jackson, though. It was something else. Something else was coming his way, and it wasn't good.
"Hello Derrick." Layla's voice rang out from behind him.
He turned. He didn't even get the chance to speak. She rushed him, pushing him backwards. The next few things happened so quickly that they just seemed like a blur. First he felt the cold glass of the picture window press against his back, then give. Then he felt himself falling, the sparking shards of glass glittering in the moonlight as he looked up into Layla's smiling face, and then there was nothing.
Just... nothing.
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