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This is the second part of Paul and Derek's story. It's time for their first date! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. Thank you for all of your encouraging comments, they really do make my day! I'm so excited to be able to say I have readers! To my editor, Colandra, thank you for all your help and encouragement. Let's continue helping Paul and Derek come to life together!
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"Dude. You have changed clothes like five times! If I didn't know you were gay before, I would definitely know now." John was laughing good-naturedly at Paul.
"I seem to remember someone asking me what shirt looked better with their eyes a few weeks ago when you had that date with Amber," Paul replied.
John laughed and said, "Well, I guess you do have me there. If I were you I'd go with that green button-up and the dark jeans."
Paul was freshly showered, shaved, and dressed in the outfit John had suggested. He sprayed on a little of his favorite cologne before he did one last check in the mirror to make sure he looked okay. It seemed word had spread of his first date as he stepped out of the shared bathroom to a room full of well wishers. Cat calls and whistles greeted him and yells of advice and good luck followed him all the way to his truck. He had to admit that his team had given him more support than he ever hoped for.
"Hey!" John yelled at him from the crowd. "Don't get worn out before the game tonight!" John winked, and the team burst in to uproarious laughter as Paul grinned and hopped into the truck. They were still cheering as he pulled away.
Paul arrived at Derek's apartment ten minutes early and knocked on the door. Derek invited him in and told him he was almost ready. He looked Paul up and down and said, "You look nice," a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "This is the first time since we met that you showed up with shoes on."
Laughing, Paul replied, "Well, I am trying to impress someone, so I figured I should do my best." He watched Derek's blush creep up his face and resisted the urge to grab him and kiss him breathless. Paul didn't want to scare him off.
"Want to see my apartment?" Derek asked.
"Sure," Paul answered, "I wish I could afford to live in an apartment, but I get free board with my rugby scholarship so I guess I shouldn't complain."
Derek's apartment was small but cozy. The kitchen was connected to the living room and there was a hall that had the bathroom and bedroom off to each side. Derek shuffled back and forth between his injured and healthy foot when he had shown Paul his bedroom. The room was a decent size, but most of it was taken up by the queen size bed. There were posters all over the walls and a very nice sound system off in one corner. A small computer desk was set up in a another corner and there were several CD towers filled to capacity.
"Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready. I had to talk to my professor after class, so I got home a little late." Paul noticed that Derek seemed as nervous as Paul felt. The sight of Derek's bedroom had Paul's mind off in very dirty places. Paul cleared his throat.
"Take your time, I'll wait in the living room."
Paul sat down on the couch and daydreamed about what was being revealed by the sound of clothes rustling in Derek's room. The sound of Velcro signaled the removal of Derek's brace. A few minutes later Derek emerged wearing a different outfit. The shirt was grey and fit snugly on Derek's frame. Paul realized that Derek was actually pretty built, even though he was much smaller than Paul. The shirt had hot pink print on it, and Paul recognized a local band name. The black jeans Derek were wearing sat low on his hips, they were tight on his thighs and relaxed more towards his knees. Paul could see a hot pink belt with metal studs peeking out from the edge of the shirt. Paul noticed that the lime green Converse had been replaced with a hot pink one on Derek's good foot. It matched the writing on Derek's tee shirt. Paul stood up and hoped that Derek didn't notice the hardness he could feel pressing into the left leg of his jeans. He had a feeling he had failed as Derek began blushing again.
"You look really...Um, really..." Paul paused and took a deep breath. Then he said exactly what he was thinking. "You look hot. Really hot."
"Thanks. You, too."
"Thanks."
Paul smiled down at Derek and asked, "So, are you ready to go eat something? I thought we could go to the Mexican place that just opened. I'd like to go somewhere nicer, but I have a game tonight. Maybe this weekend we could go into town and eat."
"Already planning a second date before we even start our first one? What happens if I accept now, and you find out you can't stand me during lunch today?" Derek was smiling, but Paul sensed that he was actually very serious.
"That's not going to happen," Paul replied. "I'm actually more worried that you are going to be bored hanging out with me." Derek's loud bark of laughter startled Paul.