JOGAN.

Derek’s Dream

THIS IS FOR GEORGE, WHO IS AWESOME.

NOW I SHALL HIDE UNDER A ROCK FOR WHAT I’VE JUST WRITTEN.

STUART TRIO SEXYTIMES!

What is this even.

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Derek can’t exactly remember how this started. He had been stressed, he knows. Complaining about girls and school and sports and stress and everything. Julian and Logan had let him rant, listened to him as he seethed over teachers and teammates. It wasn’t abnormal at all.

That is, until Julian’s lips brushed against his skin, hot breath ghosting across Derek’s jaw as he murmured something about distractions. It hadn’t been long before Logan had joined him, large hands sliding up Derek’s thigh as he nipped at his jawline. Before he could even fully comprehend the situation, a low moan erupted from Derek’s throat. His eyes fluttered shut, body going pliant as he fell back into the cushions. Julian wasted no time in throwing a leg over him, straddling him and smirking as his fingers made quick work of the buttons on Derek’s shirt. 

Logan’s fingers tugged at Derek’s hair, tilting his head back to expose more of his throat. He pressed his lips against Derek’s pulse, licking and kissing at his skin as Julian tugged at his shirt. The athlete moaned again, “Logan…Jules…please…”

“Sh…” Julian whispered, pressing a quick kiss to Derek’s lips, “We’ll take care of you. Just relax.”

He can feel Logan’s large hands slid down his body, fiddling teasingly with the button on his jeans as Julian’s slender fingers dance across his chest. Julian moves just slightly, hips tilting down to rub against Derek. The boy whines desperately, hands shooting forward to pull the brunet down again.

“Wait—” Logan murmurs, “Let him…you’ll like it, I promise.”

“I—what?”

“Relax.”

They move together—Julian slides backwards, falling to his knees on the floor in front of Derek. Logan’s hands slide under Derek’s thighs, tugging at his jeans as he shifts positions, lifting Derek until he rests almost on the blond’s lap. Then Julian’s lips slide over Derek’s cock and he falls back against Logan’s shoulder, gasping as a second pair of lips attach eagerly to his neck.

“Fuck—” he hisses, fingers grappling at Logan’s legs as he squirms, “Jesus—”

He can feel Julian’s slight laugh, the vibrations shooting through his body. Logan slides his hands over Derek’s skin, calloused fingertips catching at the boy’s nipples. Julian hums again, and Derek’s back arches, mouth falling open as he babbles incoherently.

“I told you you’d like it…” Logan’s murmur is barely heard, lost in the yesohfuckgoddammityes that runs through Derek’s brain. But then his hand slides further down, circling the base of Derek’s cock as Julian licks across the tip…

“Guys—” Derek gasps, “Guys, I’m—”

Derek wakes with a gasp, skin sticky with sweat as he pants for breath. The sheets are tangled low around his waist, an obvious stain spreading across the fabric as his breathing finally evens.

“What—” the dream comes rushing back to him in a flash. Julian, between his legs. Logan, his hands roaming over Derek’s body. The desperation, the pleasure…

“FUCK! Logan, right there—” There’s a bang from behind him, and Derek groans, reaching back to pound his fist against the wall.

“JULIAN! LOGAN! I swear to GOD if you don’t shut up RIGHT NOW—!”

There’s a short silence, and then Logan’s voice calls out hoarsely, “Right. Sorry, Derek.”

Derek groans, falling back against his pillows. For a moment, his room is quiet. Then a choked-off whine cuts through the wall, and the steady thumping of the headboard resumes.

“Fucking ruining my life,” Derek grunts, burying his head in a pillow in an attempt to drown out the noise. 

Eventually, he drifts off to asleep again, pointedly ignoring the dampness of his boxers. When he hears two muffled screams minutes later, he most certainly does not wonder if they’d ever let him join.

Definitely not.