We don't deal with outsiders very well They say newcomers have a certain smell Yeah, I trust issues, not to mention They say they can smell your intentions derek chambers †23 †psych student/busboy
Summer was where Derek could go freely and do whatever he wanted. He could go skateboarding and smoke weed, get away from his abusive home life. At the time he had one or two friends, or more so acquaintances since all they did was smoke weed and barely talked. His mother was naive and thought they were friends, or thatâs what the excuse was. For the most part, Derek would be outside, skateboarding, or stuck in his room.Â
The one afternoon that he was out on July 23rd was the same day that his father found his stash. It started with his father walking past and seeing the disgusting state of Derekâs room. He was going to scold Derek to clean it, but went in and picked up some trash only to snoop and find his weed, along with porn. His father was more furious about the weed but kept his temper in until Derek came in later that night.Â
Derek was making his way to the stairs to head up, until he was yanked by the collar. Shoved to the wall and pinned with his fatherâs arm on his neck line. Nothing new there, but Derek honestly didnât do anything to make the man mad for weeks now. âWhat the hell is this Derek?â The harsh tone of his fatherâs voice echoed as he was shown the bag and his pipe.Â
âTh-thatâs not mine.â Derek stumbled over his words, until the arm turned into a tight grip of the manâs hand. From previous beatings, Derek learned that he couldnât show any emotion, he couldnât show that he was weak. Every encounter was a cold stare and just letting the beatings happen.Â
âBullshit, I found it in the disaster of your room.â The man spoke again as he pushed Derek down to his knees. A swift kick to his side had Derek groan in pain. Then the pull of his hair happened and he was dragged closer to the basement door. âYou want to smoke trash, and feel like shit. Here you fucking go.â The door was opened and Derek was brought to his feet only to be shoved half way down the stairs. âLearn your lessonâÂ
Looking up, the shadow of the door closing had Derek get back to his feet and rush up stairs to stop it. But he was too late as it closed and the click of the lock happen. He started to pound on the door hard, calling out for his father. âDAD! DAD! Donât fucking do this! Please-â He yelled out as his fist was balled. Pounding, knocking and then trying the handle as if it was magically unlocked. âIâm sorry..I wonât do it again. I promise-â Derek was crying out for the manâs attention for a solid two minutes.Â
Their basement wasnât in the greatest condition and it was just storage for the most part that collected cob webs. Derek kept his voice quiet after the cries and stayed at the top of the steps next to the door to hear the next foot steps. When he did, he desperately turned the door knob, calling for his father again. âDAD!â The door opened suddenly only for his father to stand tall and scary, punching Derek scare in the face, sending his tumbling down the whole set of stairs. He was trying to gain balance as he lifted up to his elbow. Looking up the stairs just to see the shadow of the father figure. His body was trembling and he couldnât help but show the weakness as the words didnât come out.Â
âShut the fuck up, you worthless piece of shit.â Derek closed his eyes tight to hold back the tears as the door was slammed shut. He finally got to his feet to pull at the string to the light. It wasnât the first time he was called a piece of shit, or worthless. But he didnât expect this level of violence or the fact that he was just shunned off in the basement for god knows how long. It all depended on when his father felt like opening the door again.Â
Seeing some of the boxes, he noticed some of his older stuff. Pictures and toys from his younger days. He had a picture of him and his father, both in baseball shirts and hats but what he hated from the picture was the smile on his dadâs face. It seemed so fake to him now. How was this man different from the picture? What happened? He started thinking to the fact that his mother married this guy. Was she hurt as well? Did she even recognize or notice the struggle in the house?Â
Tearing the pictures into pieces from frustration, Derek sat down in the corner after pulling out an old blanket from his grandma. His body ached, but what hurt the most was the idea of being locked away, being nothing to the man upstairs. He felt like no one cared and for the first time he felt useless, like his whole life was just nothing. Derek curled into a ball and started crying, tears poured out from the countless beatings, the emotional toll in his head, and feeling ultimately alone and worthless in the world. He cried himself to sleep that night and as another day past. Derek heard the door open.Â
He didnât believe it at first but he moved to the stairs with cautious. The light shining through had Derek concerned, scared. But he moved to open the door, soon moving to the kitchen to get something to eat and then to his room. After the events over the weekend, when he finally saw his mother Derek felt a little safe to see her face. Though the questions still ran through his head as she asked him.Â
âSo how was your weekend at Grantâs?â Derek lied to make her happy and moved back to the comfort of his room. From that moment on, he felt like a stranger in his own house.Â
âWell I like pleasure. Any way I can get it. I suppose Iâm a bit of a hedonist.â He chuckled softly and winked at the other. âThere are very few things I donât like, if weâre being honest. And Iâm willing to try everything at least once.â He looked up, noting that the chef was bringing the food into the dining room. Once he was done, Andrew tipped the man before he left. âHm⊠All alone now.â
âNothing wrong with that. Your pleasures make me happy.â Derek chuckled back as the chef had brought in the food. âIâm willing to try everything with you at least once as well.â Derek responded as he watched the chef got up and left. âMm.. good.â He picked up a piece of bacon and fed it to Andrew.Â
âI donât know.. cause that seems a little fucked up for you?â He mused, a large smile spreading across his lips. âNot for me though. Thatâs childâs play compared to what Iâd do.â He continued to shove the pizza down his throat, side-eyeing the other when he heard him speak up. âNo, no. Not for you,â he hummed, an obvious look of amusement on his lips as he leaned in to steal a bite from the otherâs slice before getting up. â âm waiting for you, asshole.â
Tilting his head toward Nate and giving the most sarcastic look to him, Derek was still mid way of his slice of pizza. âFucked up of me, okay. Sure thing and what would you do big shot?â He questioned in a joking manner. âYes, for me! Hey!â He called as Nate took a bite from his slice. Quickly finishing the rest of the pizza, Derek stood up and went up, a swift smack to Nateâs ass where he was standing that was playful. Getting to his bag and pulling the two masks out he let Nate choose first. âPick one ya prick.âÂ
When I first auditioned for Stranger Things, I was just living in Chicago. Just looking for a job. Working at a restaurant, doing commercials and bit parts on shows. I honestly would have been happy booking anything. But I remember seeing the concept trailer the Duffer Brothers put together. The boys took these bits and pieces from all the movies that inspired themâJaws, E.T., The Thing, Firestarterâand they cut them together into a mock trailer for what they wanted the vibe of the show to be. I was like, âOh, man. This would be so, so cool.
Andrew grinned and nodded his head. âDonât feel basic darling. And knowing you like exploring is new⊠Iâd happily use some hot wax on that pretty skin of yours.â His finger brushed over Derekâs nipple, the leather getting in the way. âPerhaps we can watch porn together sometime⊠we can see what kind of naughty things intrigue my little pet.â
âI mean compared to you, I just enjoy whatever comes to me.â He nodded to Andrew as he spoke truthfully. âYou seem to have a lot of kinks.â Feeling the brush of the manâs fingers against his nipple and the strap of leather was pleasurable and he smiled softly to him. âThat would be fun.â He whispered as he kissed Andrew slowly.Â
Andrew grinned easily and worked the fingers in and out of the other slowly, but surely. He had a small smile on his lips, biting down on Derekâs ear gently. âTell me, what do you want? Youâve never really told me all the naughty little things that get you off. Not really. Not the things youâve never told anyone.â
Derek masked the whimper against Andrewâs skin as he eased himself back to get more of the manâs fingers. Hearing the question like last time they hung out, he grinned. Pulling back and looking into Andrewâs gaze. âHonestly.. I donât have a lot of naughty pleasures or kinks. I guess exploring with you is helping me figure out. The one thing I like and I find really hot is fire and ice play. You can burn me or I can suck your dick with an ice cube. Other than that, I feel so basic.â Biting on his bottom lip as he told the man.Â
Andrew smiled easily and pushed one hand down the back of the otherâs panties, teasing his still abused hole lightly. Andrew was always a sexually charged being, but Derek was only making it worse. Or better depending on how you viewed it.
At this point, Derek didnât even think of the chef because he was very driven with the touches and kisses that Andrew was giving him. He couldnât get enough of him and even though his body ached a little from the first fucking not too long ago, he couldnât hold back the moans again. Moving to start kissing and nipping at Andrewâs shoulder, Derekâs body molded into whichever direction for Andrew.
Andrew grinned easily and obeyed Derekâs silent command. He continued to bite and suck dark little marks against the otherâs skin. His hand moved down, squeezing the otherâs ass. âHm⊠I have to admit. The panties you brought were pretty good for fucking you without taking them off. I suppose you could just take them off and ride me if youâre so eager.â
The purs turned into soft moans as Andrew continued to suck and bit at his neck. Making Derek continue his act of rolling his hips on Andrewâs lap. Feeling the friction from the man and lace giving an odd pleasure against his pulsing cock. âDonât tempt me..â He growled to Andrew. âTouch me more master.âÂ
Andrew nodded and tilted Derekâs head down, kissing at the boyâs jaw. âYouâre a lot like me, you know. Eager to please people.â He said it as a clearly positive trait, at least in his mind. âBut you never have to go out of your way to please me. I like all that you do.â He paused. âPlus, Iâm never afraid to ask for what I want.
Purring from the lips on his jawline, Derek gripped at Andrewâs hair harder. Directing the man to stay just where he was at, enjoying to much of the manâs lips. âI think thatâs why Iâm so attached to you, we think the same in that light when it comes to pleasing.â He replied. âOh I know youâre not afraid to ask. It makes you even more desirable.â Derek chuckled as he rolled his hips to grind against Andrewâs lap.Â
âHm, no sense in you spending your money. Youâre a college student. I doubt you have anything to spare.â He grinned as the other began playing with his hair and laughed loudly. âNot at all. Honestly itâs like heâs not there. Heâs entirely professional. Will never speak unless itâs about the job and of course, will not watch. But we can go to the living room if itâd make you more comfortable.â He smiled brightly and shrugged easily, winking at the other.
âI use my money wisely, or I try to.â He spoke to the other as he continued playing with Andrewâs hair. Looking in the direction of the kitchen where the chef was, Derek nodded. âOkay- Iâm okay with staying here. As long as he doesnât watch us. I ainât giving a free show for him, unless you want to..â Derek slipped out the suggestion to Andrew.Â
Andrew laughed easily and rolled his eyes at the other. He moved his hand up, over the otherâs smooth stomach and chuckled. âHm⊠Iâm not sure I have any boots like that. Iâll have to remedy that for next time.â He laughed easily and kissed along Derekâs shoulder. âIâm happy youâre not put off by my chef. I was worried Iâd have to send him away mid-meal.â
Chuckling from the soft touch, Derek relaxed in the manâs lap as he replied. âLet that sit in your mind, hell maybe Iâll invest in a pair. Iâm sure I can find some knock offs online somewhere.â He leaned in and hugged the man, his fingers gliding down Andrewâs neck and then back up to grip his hair softly. âHeâs not going to start jerking off from us like this is he?â It had put off Derek a little but as long as the chef kept his distance, Derek would stay calm. âI- have never done anything like this with someone else in the room.â He confessed.Â
The boy waited to answer until he has moved above Derek, he kept quiet for a long moment. âI guess itâs more like four months or less⊠but itâsâ I shouldnât have said anything. I really donât want to talk about it.. not now. Itâll destroy my mood. Iâll tell you over drinks.â
Derek studied his friendâs motions and his answer. Moving to get on the same level of Sutton on the rock wall. All he could right now was nod and give a soft smile. âYea, we can talk after with drinks. Race to the top?â Derek egged on.Â
Sutton let one arm free only to shake it out before moving to grab a new rock. âThese next upcoming four months.. thatâs what I want to forget.â He answered simply.
Derek was a little more than just confused when Sutton said the next upcoming four months. âYou lost me.. whatâs in four months?â He asked his friend with concern at this point as he lifted his legs and got just a few inches higher than Sutton.Â
Andrew smiled easily as the other approached reaching out to slip his arm around Derekâs legs. He pulled Derek closer, his hand going down to teasingly trace the parts where Derekâs cock was still visible. âIâll get something a bit bigger next time. Though you look cute.â He realized he didnât answer the otherâs question and looked up. âEggs. Sausage. Bacon. Biscuits. Grits. Really anything you could ever want.â He grinned brightly at the other and pecked him gently. âI like the initiative by the way. Very sexy.â
With Andrewâs arm around his legs, he inched closer to help the man out. Holding in the moan from the way that the older man teased his cock with the lightest touch. A deep blush was seen on his face from the compliment. âOh okay, I can never complain about sausage. Especially yourâs.â He teased back, accepting the peck while Derek played with the hair on the back of Andrewâs head. âGood, I was going for that, plus it looks good with the lace too. I think the look would have been complete with like high wedge boots, like Gene Simmons from KISS kinda vibe?âÂ
Andrew smiled and kissed the boyâs shoulder gently before he left. He was glad that Derek seemed excited for this new experience. He could only hope that the boy grew to love it as much as he did. He was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper as his personal chef was cooking a feast for him and Derek only a room away. Really it was only half a room as the wall contained a large cut out into the dining room. Looking up as he heard Derekâs voice, he smiled softly. He put down the paper and sat back. âWell come here. Sit on my lap pet. You look astonishing.â
Derek felt stupid for feeling nervous but this was out of his comfort zone. He wanted to show Andrew that he was willing to try new things and make his master happy. He liked taking chances and just from the sex alone with the older man, Derek realized that he wasnât at all experienced like Andrew was. Looking towards the other room, where the chef was cooking, Derek swallowed the lump in his throat. Stepping quickly over to Andrew so the chef didnât see him. Once he was in the safe distance of Andrew, Derek took his spot on the manâs lap, bringing his arms up and around the manâs neck. Not even all his cock was fitting in the lace but it was trying. âWhatâs the chef cooking?â He asked curiously.Â
Suttonâs arms were already aching but his legs seemed to be holding up. The boy looked over at the boy, quickly releasing one of the arms as he nudges the boy playfully. Smirking at the boy before climbing up more to escape from him. âI just need to get drunk and forget.âÂ
Feeling Sutton nudge at his shoulder threw Derek off. Making him want to do the same and playfully nudge him with laughter. âThe hell, ass.â He joked with his friend. Derek followed closer and got to the same level as Sutton again. âForget? Forget what buddy?âÂ
Atticus furrowed his brows as he stared up at the boy from his chair. âWhere is this coming from,â He asked in a concerned tone.
âDonât do that concerned voice with me. No.. fuck that.â He growled. Frustrated Derek had turned his head away from Atticus to collect his thoughts. âYou know when I pictured you with someone else, I would hope it would be a nobody, but my friend? You took Brandon to Paris with you?â It was major jealousy but also the same hurt from before because knowing who this person was, made it worse. âWhat does Brandon have that I donât?âÂ