[Backdated to May 2019; forgot to cross post from gdocs.]
A little more than a week had passed since since Derryl first struck his deal with Myles, and so far communication had been minimal at best. Completely understandable, given the circumstances that he forced Myles into, and how unhappy the younger man had been about it. Derryl, on the other hand, felt his mood improve more and more as they sent emails back and forth, confirming where Myles would be next, having this control over such an important piece of Jeremy’s life. He couldn’t have wished for a more perfect weapon to use against that snobby b*****d.
Myles, of course, was more than a simple tool used to manipulate and work his way through Jeremy’s thick hide to finally bend him and make him beg for mercy. He was also a rather adorable little thing to tease and play with. He felt like a cat toying around with its meal before gobbling it down with no mercy. There were questions he liked to ask, prying deeper and deeper into Myles’ mind, not enough to hurt him or force him over the edge where the deal was off, but enough to maybe learn a thing or two about him and how he thought. From what he could tell, the young man wasn’t the deepest puddle in the world, but at least he was cute. Childish, innocent in a way, the perfect target for what he wanted to do.
And yet, today, there wasn’t really any malicious thoughts going on in Derryl’s mind as he told asked Myles to meet him at the station after work. It wasn’t too far away from his home, after all, and he wouldn’t be too sweaty after the trip, so it was a great place to meet up without either of them going out of their way. Plus the off-chance of Jeremy seeing him drive off with his little precious brother in tow was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Good moods meant good things, not only just for himself, but for those he was with or worked with at the time, and it seemed little Myles would be his target today.
Nothing wrong with a blackmailer spoiling the target every now and then?
Worked ended and he waited outside, twirling the key for his car around his finger and half whistling a tune.
Yes, today was going to be a good day.
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It was with reluctance that Myles had accepted Derryl’s offer. He’d spent the better part of the week trying to look at this situation from different perspectives, trying to find something good enough about it that he could overlook the flaws.
Myles put a lot of thought into justifying Derryl’s actions, into humanizing him. It was easier to think he was going to visit a friend that he wanted to spend time with than it was to remind himself that he hadn’t ever really had an option in the first place.
Besides, they were meeting at the station. Myles had been there a million times, it was a safe place.
He tried not to think of Derryl’s intentions, or if Jeremy was going to be there, or if anything bad was going to happen. Instead, he tried to enjoy the pleasant weather, the nice walk.
Anxiety twisted in the pit of his stomach the closer he got to the station but he still managed to have a smile on his face when he rounded the corner. He wasn’t expecting Derryl to be right out front but he supposed that made it less awkward than going inside and looking for him and waiting.
Of course, when he got closer he tried to greet Derryl but was stricken by how dry his mouth suddenly felt, and how tight his throat suddenly seemed. He raised a hand in greeting and maintained his attempt at a smile.
He had to remind himself that they’d emailed some, and Derryl had been kind for him years before now.
It was a bad day, he told himself. That one weird day. He couldn’t judge Derryl based on that, not when he always seemed so much nicer than that.
Those thoughts in mind, he managed to greet a meager, “Hi,” as he slowly came to a stop next to the man.
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“Hello, Myles.” Of all the ways he could have started this day, he decided to go easy on the already rather dreary looking boy. He reached up, gently petting down a stray strand of hair, a gesture he had done before but this time it had a whole different tone to it. At least that’s what he was trying to convey as his hand lingered just a little bit longer on the top of his head, then trailing down to give his cheek a little caress before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.
“I think it’s about time we take this dating thing seriously, hrm? I want to go on a proper date today. My works done, and I know you’re free, so let’s go.” There was no chance given to Myles to protest, and to help ‘convince’ the younger man, he simply put his arm around his shoulders and guided him right to his car. “So first we’ll go the the movies, maybe some dinner after that, and then a nice walk around the park. I’m a little curious about this ‘other side’ of you, so here’s a chance to show off. Well, later anyway.”
Once they reached the car, he opened the door, patient to let Myles get in but standing in a way that still said he had no choice. “Get on in. I’m positive you’ll have a good time.”
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There was no denying that Myles was tense during the whole greeting; when he was younger, he would have been reassured by the hair patting. Now, he just felt crushed under the hand. The cheek caress should have been endearing, the kiss on the nose should have been cute.
Instead, he just felt trapped on all sides.
His heart was pounding and he could feel it throbbing in his throat; they were close enough that he was terrified Derryl would hear and be upset and scold him for overreacting or something.
Myles swallowed, twice, trying to force the sensation down.
It didn’t help, but he managed a worn smile instead.
The arm around his shoulders felt heavier than it was; he wasn’t foolish enough to try and fight it but trying to force himself to appreciate the sensation was harder than he thought it should have been. Myles loved hugs, why couldn’t he just pretend like that was what this was?
“Okay,” Myles said after a hesitant moment; he slid into the car and buckled up, trying to collect his thoughts and work up his façade again before Derryl got in. He only had a few seconds after the door at his side was closed and when Derryl was getting in himself, so he quickly formulated a response plan.
When Derryl took his seat, his smile was at least slightly more genuine. “Movies and dinner sound nice, and I like the park this time of year, but I’m not so sure about that last part. It’s sort of—I mean, I know we haven’t talked about it much, but I think it’s sort of better that way, you know? The whole…the ‘other side’ thing, it’s not really something that’s supposed to be shown off.”
He was wringing his hands together in his lap, chewing on his lip and not quite looking at Derryl. “I’m only supposed to use it for emergencies, or when I’m trying to make sure the city’s not under attack.”
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Derryl did, in fact, notice Myles’ reactions. He was trained to notice these things, seeing what was off to know how to handle a witness or a suspect, and sometimes it came handy outside of work too, like now, where he decided to ease up just a little bit on Myles.
Once he was in the car he offered the younger man his phone, already opened to a gallery of all the different dogs he had taken care of and a plethora of Riggs from the past week. If he remembered correctly, when he had last had Myles in his car, he had done the same thing, distracting him like one would a child. Only this time he was pretty certain it wouldn’t help too much.
“So in the past week I had some more dogs come by for training. Most were pretty good boys, but the little pomeranian there was a pain in the neck. Yappiest dog ever, cute though.” He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was ignoring Myles’ protest about the park. He had already said what he wanted to do, and no matter how much Myles’ begged, he wasn’t about to change his mind.
That was alright. He just needed to show him who exactly was in charge here.
“I figured we could see that romcom that all the internet is raving about. And after that… I wanted to spoil you with your favorite food, but they don’t quite have a cereal bar here in Destiny City, so I hope going out for burgers works instead. There’s this nice place in the park that opened up. They have great milkshakes too. We can go on our walk after we eat. Hrm… If you want, after the movie we can swing back to my place and get Riggs first. What do you think?” For once he did give Myles a choice here. A tiny one, one irrelevant to the actual important part of his plans, but a choice nonetheless. And it involved dogs, so it was a good choice. “Sadly, dogs aren’t allowed in the theater.”
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Myles accepted the phone reluctantly; he was clearly afraid of doing something wrong—accidentally seeing something he wasn’t supposed to, or dropping the phone or something—so he held it gingerly between both hands.
The fact that Derryl was talking to him about the pictures gave him the impression that he was expected to flip through them to understand what was being discussed. He remained a little tense, but almost immediately he seemed to relax into his seat. The sight of their sweet little faces was enough to bring a smile to his, albeit it wasn’t enough to make him forget the situation he was in.
Mostly he simply nodded along with whatever Derryl suggested; he seemed to understand that Derryl had planned a specific course of action and that’s what they were going to take. For the most part, he didn’t mind what Derryl had outlined. The movie choice sounded nice, burgers sounded nice, a walk in the park even sounded nice—if he didn’t have to consider that Derryl wanted him to power up at some point.
He held the phone for longer than he needed to and kept his gaze on the screen so he didn’t have to look up and face the male.
“I think that sounds nice,” he answered earnestly. “I’d like to see Riggs again.”
Riggs, that seemed to like and trust Derryl. Riggs, who made Myles feel just a little bit safer, even if his loyalty was to the man who was currently making Myles feel so unsafe.
“If it’s not out of the way, I’d like that a lot. Can I give him some leftovers or, how do you usually feed him? I look at him and I want to spoil him.” His eyes were on a picture of the dog. “He just has such a sweet face. Dogs are supposed to take after their owners, aren’t they?”
The question sounded innocent enough.
For the most part.
Myles didn’t quite seem like he had the capacity to be a genuinely catty person himself, but he was related to Jeremy who had definitely perfected the skill.
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While they were stopped at a light, Derryl took a moment to give Myles a quick glance. Good. Good good, it seemed like he was right, the pictures managed to help him smile. And he really did have a really cute smile, one that Derryl almost wished he saw more.
Almost.
He wouldn’t lose sight of what he wanted from this, no matter how sweet Myles seemed to be. But a little bit of happiness here and there would keep him complacent, trusting, right under his thumb.
“You would, huh? Riggs rather liked you too, so I’m sure he’d be excited to see you again.” A small smile reached his own lips at the comparison, taking it in a rather bemused and complimenting way rather than something that could be seen as an insult. Myles wasn’t Jeremy. He wasn’t the sort to say such things. Myles was cute, soft, and manipulable, but not sassy. Which was good, since that would certainly ruin the mood.
“I’d like to think I can be a good sweet boy at times too. And I like head pats and belly rubs too.” Now he smiled wide, imagining Myles curled up beside him actually doing that and not being so scared and nervous all the time. Surely that’d be something nice to come home to. And a brilliant way to pry the one thing that meant the world to Jeremy right from his grubby hands.
What a sweet thought, he figured as he turned the next corner, the blinking lights from the theater already in view.
“I believe the burger place is outdoors and wouldn’t mind it if you fed him some. He’s been an especially good boy lately and a treat every now and then is great motivation for him to keep behaving.”
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Myles found himself laughing at the thought of petting Derryl; it was the first time since they’d met up today that he seemed like he was really starting to relax. He let the screen on the phone go black but still held it carefully. He looked up, eyes on the area and then, on Derryl.
This was a date. Derryl was taking him to a movie and dinner. He tried to force himself to relax and then, suddenly, found it surprisingly easy to.
“I like it. Oh, but. A romcom?” A little smile tugged on his lips and for a moment all he could imagine was the Derryl who had always gone out of his way to make him feel better when he was younger.
“Are you a romantic? Or a fan of comedy? I sort of thought you might be more of an action fan, but I think that is just what I figure for all police officers.”
It was Jeremy’s taste at least, even if Myles was sure he would watch just about anything.
-
A laugh? Huh, now that was something Derryl hardly expected. Years past and he had always been on Myles’ good side, never really having had a reason to make the younger man upset at him, so he had never really seen how long it took for Myles to forgive and forget things. Maybe it was too seen to tell, but so far it seemed like it didn’t take much at all to get the kid to relax some.
How interesting… Derryl tucked that information in for later. Boundaries were there to be pushed, so that knowledge would be used for another day where he could test and see how much Myles would be willing to forgive, and how long it took. If he pushed too hard, he’d break things and then the whole plan would be utterly useless.
“I suppose you could say that. I have many ideas for romantic endeavors, and I like to laugh so pushing them together only seems natural, right? There’s enough action in my life at work, with what’s going on in the city, so I like to just relax and enjoy a movie rather than my heart pounding away with adridenline the whole time. Then again… I rather like the heart pounding feel a good romance can give you. I’ve always wanted to go see a movie like this with someone I liked. I always imagined leaning over and stealing a kiss or two or just holding them in my arms watching them.” Now they were in the parking lot, and he made sure everything was secure before getting out and going over to Myles’ door, getting it for him like a proper gentleman would. Maybe he had said a bit too much about it all, but oh well. It was good to let Myles know more about him, and it wasn’t exactly a secret that he liked sappy things, people on the force liked to tease him every now and then about that very thing, which he took in stride. That was, until Jeremy stuck his ******** face into things.
Ah, but that was neither here nor there, and he pushed that thought away, smiling down and offering his hand to Myles.
“Would you like any snacks or anything at the Concession stands? I know we said we’ll go out to eat after this, but a bit of popcorn and something to drink won’t ruin anything.”
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This time, Myles barely hesitated. He reached out and took Derryl’s hand, pulling himself out of the car. He mumbled a word of thanks and tried to brush himself off with his other hand before almost immediately realizing he still had Derryl’s phone carefully clutched in it.
“Oh,” he blurted, holding it out for him, “You should take this before I break it. Things tend to fall out of my hands a lot. Mostly expensive things. I wouldn’t want to ruin tonight like that.”
Especially not after Derryl had said such nice things a moment ago. They were sweet—cute, even. He liked that Derryl sounded so human. That was the Derryl he knew, though. He had just needed a reminder.
“I have a problem with snacking,” s added a moment later. “I’ll eat anything. I’m like a bottomless pit. And I always spill my food so it’s best if we don’t eat in the dark or when we walk out you will be,” he sighed dramatically, “you will be just so disappointed in me. Oh, but you just got off of work? Do you want to grab something? I don’t want you to be hungry the whole movie.”
His brows knit just slightly, as if he were genuinely concerned. He hadn’t dropped Derryl’s hand yet; it didn’t seem like it had even occurred to him that he could.
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“Oh, don’t worry about that. That’s what insurance is for. You’d be amazed at how often I actually crack my phone screen.” He slipped the phone into his pocket, but didn’t let go of Myles hand. It didn’t seem that Myles was pulling away either, so that seemed to be going as planned. He even moved to lace their fingers together with a half grin.
At the dramatic sigh Derryl blinked, then laughed out loud, squeezing the smaller man’s hand a little tighter. “Well that could be a problem! Perhaps then just some popcorn, at least it won’t leave you stained! Hehe, I’d refrain from chocolate though, for sure, but maybe some gummy bears or something less melty. A snack is fine, but we’ll save the big meals for later.”
Without waiting for a response, Derryl pulled Myles right along, still amused and smiling. It was far more sincere than the other smiles he had given the younger man as of late, unburdened by secret motives or malice. Right now he was truly just a man out on a date and happy to be doing so.
Buying the tickets came easy, as did the snacks, and it was only for a brief moment that Derryl let Myles’ hand go, needing it to pay for things and carry stuff, but as soon as that was over, he took his hand into his own again.
“Alright, all set?”
-
“I think,” Myles said after a few seconds. “Oh, wait. No, I need to turn my phone off. I’ll forget if I don’t do it now.”
He tugged his hand from Derryl’s and pulled out his phone so he could fiddle with it. He didn’t immediately shut it off; instead, he opened his text messages and seemed to be typing something quickly.
He was intent on his task but asked, “Do you want help carrying any of that? I won’t drop it. Probably.”
He wouldn’t, he didn’t want to make that bad of an impression on Derryl. His eyes didn’t leave the screen but his message was quick; he didn’t answer his phone for an hour and a half and he didn’t want his brother to worry. And, knowing Jeremy, he would. If his brother knew he was in a movie, he wouldn’t message him unless it was an emergency.
“What do you do with your phone during a movie?” He asked, watching the ‘Sent’ bar on his phone slowly inch from the left side of the screen to the right. He was stalling for time, trying to get what little service he could to shoot the message out before they went into the dark theatre.
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“No worries, take your time. I can carry this without any problems, just lead on when you’re ready.” Of course, he said that, but he did loom a little bit over Myles’ shoulder. Curiosity got the best of him at times, and it wasn’t always the best of things either. The moment he noticed it was Jeremy that was being texted, he felt that agitation well up him.
“You know…” he started, pushing past Myles and hitting his elbow to the smaller man’s, “I typically turn my phone off as soon as I’ve bought my ticket. I give my date my full attention. After all, it’s rude to keep your eyes glued to your phone the whole time. I hope you’re not one of those people who needs to look at their phone throughout the movie.”
This time he let out a loud, sigh and shook his head, hanging it just a bit as if he truly were saddened by it. No, he wasn’t ‘saddened’ by the fact that even now when he was trying to be nice ******** Jeremy seemed to show up. If that was going to happen, he just needed to make sure poor, sweet, and rather easily manipulated Myles knew better than to have it happen again.
“Perhaps this was a horrible idea. I shouldn’t have brought you here. It was my fault, I didn’t think it through enough. Of course you have a prior engagement and can’t give me and the movie your attention… Shall I take you home?”
Surely this make him turn off that blasted thing before they went inside.
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A look of guilt crossed Myles’ face and he lowered the phone from his face. It was almost at ‘Sent’ but every little movement was painfully slow. “No,” he said, sounding almost like a reprimanded child. “I’m sorry, it’s not like that. I should have sent this before. I’m not…”
He sighed and his eyes found the ground. “I’m not really good at planning, anyone can tell you.” Derryl probably already knew. He was forgetful—didn’t remember an umbrella until after it started raining, didn’t remember his wallet until he was at the store, didn’t remember stupid thing, all the time. Myles jumped into things and it seemed like sometimes it just took little extra time for his mind to catch up to the rest of him.
“I just—Jeremy, he worries about me. I mean, you know that.”
Derryl knew how insistent Jeremy was on looking after him; he’d known for years. In many ways, Jeremy was the perfect epitome of caring, older brother. Myles got into trouble in all sorts of ways, of course it was only natural for Jeremy to assume he was in some mess if he didn’t know what was going on.
Stupidly, Myles didn’t even consider that maybe he could have gotten himself out of the date if he’d kept playing on the phone. Instead, he just felt bad about it.
The phone buzzed in his hand—Sent, finally.
Immediately, the device was shut off and tucked away. “I’m sorry, we can go now. I just—he’s the only family I’ve got.” A lie; his father was still alive. “I’m sure you have people you worry about and check in on, too?” he suggested. He took a few steps forward and tried to keep his eyes on Derryl so he would know that he wanted to give him his full attention.
It probably was a mistake to pay more attention to Derryl than where he was going; it took two steps for him to trip over his own shoelaces, and while he caught himself before he stumbled too much, it was clear by his reaction that he was barely even jostled.
That was typical of Myles—who didn’t even consider that he should stop and tie his shoes before he was taking another step and gesturing for Derryl to join him.
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“Ah, Jeremy… Of course it’s Jeremy… He always did come off as the kinda person who didn’t trust you to do anything on your own. Good man, certainly, but he seems almost a little too obsessed with you… Seems more like a parole officer or a prison warden than a big brother.” This time Derryl didn’t bother to hide his disdain for the other officer. That man always seemed to stick his nose where it didn’t belong, and it really and truly bothered him that Myles couldn’t seem to break away from it. That was fine, it would be a slow process but he was sure he could train that dependence right out of the younger man.
Instead of looking at him, Derryl avoided eye contact, only letting out another sigh as Myles tried so hard to explain himself.
“This isn’t going to be a constant thing is it? Am I going to end up dating Jeremy too? I suppose that can’t be avoided, if you really are as attached to him as it seems.” Again, he dug in, trying to get Myles to doubt just how close he and his brother was. Slowly but surely he’d pry them apart, one way or another. Then what would Jeremy have?
Just his work, and even then, he’d eventually take that from him too. Somehow.
“Honestly, I don’t. I have a little sister, but I respect her enough to let her lead her own life. She doesn’t need to tell me where she is 24/7. Same goes for my parents, as distant as they may be. If they need me, I am here, but I’m not going to keep a leash on them like they are a dog with no sense at all, like how Jeremy seems to treat you.” When Myles managed to stumble, Derryl did stop for a moment, but didn’t really bother to help him get steady on his feet. Part of him almost wish he did fall if only so that this awkward and uncomfortable situation could be more memorable, something to recall the next time he tried to bring up Jeremy during their outings, but if he had fallen for certain he would then have to put down all this stuff he was carrying and… Well, that would just be a pain.
They were by the entryway to the theater now, and he really didn’t want to stop, but he really would rather Myles NOT fall over. Carefully, he sat their tray down on a bench nearby, then kneeled down infront of Myles on that disgusting theater floor to take matters into his own hands. Specifically to tie the other’s shoes properly.
“I had hoped that I would make the person I worry about you. I like you, Myles.” How thickly should he lay it on? He asked himself, then shook his head to clear it. Better keep the lies to a minimum before things became a bit too complicated. “This day was supposed to be about us getting closer. I don’t want this to be ruined because of Jeremy butting in. As long as your phone is off, I think it’ll be alright.”
Shoes tied properly now, Derryl straightened himself back up, dusting off his hands against his slacks, then once again he held the snacks in his hands, gesturing towards the closed door.
“Let’s go in, okay? Previews are just starting so we’re not missing anything. Pick a seat out for us, okay? I’ll trust you with that.”
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“Derryl,” Myles protested, not immediately sure what he was even trying to say. His face reddened when the older man tied his shoes for him and he just looked ashamed.
It was only partly because of what Derryl was doing. The rest was because of what he was saying.
Myles knew his relationship with Jeremy might not have been conventional; he knew his brother was a little overwhelming and could sometimes be downright annoying, but…how could he blame him? Myles had made mistakes in the past, stupid mistakes, that he had tried very hard to make up for. He was always getting into some sort of mishaps, either by his own hand or his own bad luck.
He was a Senshi, too—and Jeremy had made it clear that he didn’t like the idea of Myles rushing into trouble like that. Myles didn’t have the same fortitude as he did, the same training or diligence.
His brows knit; he made sure his phone was more than off—it was tucked away. “I’m sorry. I’m still getting used to this whole thing. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings like that. It’s not going to happen again, I promise. I told him I was going to be gone and not to worry about me if he couldn’t reach me. I’m just used to texting where I am, just in case something happens. Because, I have really bad luck, Derryl. If something bad can happen, it usually does. Are you sure you don’t want help carrying anything?”
He seemed to feel guilty for not really helping, but he was following Derryl’s instructions and was already leading the way to try and pick out a seat that would work for them.
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”Hmm?” Derryl only offered a small smile as he stood back up, only thinking of the discomfort he had caused Myles. It was satisfying in a way. Sure, he and Jeremy weren’t the same person at all, but they were far more connected than he’d like to admit, so in a way, maybe he was indirectly hurting Jeremy.
… But it was bit by bit, this process of breaking Myles down to need him and not that brother of his, and he had to give bits and pieces to make sure that the younger man still thought he was in control.
“It’s alright. I know you didn’t mean it. I suppose I just got a little worked up. I do like you, Myles… Let’s just forget about that and enjoy the movie, alright? Honestly, I can carry this without any help. It’d be a little silly if I did all that working out and couldn’t hold a bunch of snacks, don’t you think?” As Myles lead him in, Derryl kept his eyes mainly on the ground, not wanting to suddenly embarrass himself by tripping.
It didn’t take long for them to settle in their seats, Derryl handing over the drinks and putting the popcorn between them.
“I do want you to enjoy the movie, and if you need anything, just let me know. I’m right here for you.” Pushing that box just a little bit more, now that their hands was free he took Myles’ into his own, pulling it to his lips to kiss briefly. He closely watched Myles, looking for a reaction until the light’s dimmed.
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Myles collapsed into the seat as though he were exhausted, but he had a little smile on his face. He was quick to pass from any negative emotion to the next good one, and by the time Derryl had taken his hand he had all but forgotten any misgivings or tension between the two. The words were tender, and if Myles focused only on them—and the way Derryl had taken his hand, the way he had kissed it—he almost seemed like a proper storybook romance.
The thought alone brought color to Myles’ cheek, visible even when the lights dimmed. An awkward, sheepish smile spread across his face and he reached up his free hand to tuck some of his hair behind his ear.
Myles had never been romanced; he’d probably never even been in a real relationship. Even if anyone had come onto him, the prospect of dealing with Jeremy was usually enough to keep all but the bravest souls from pursuing anything serious.
But Derryl was different. He wasn’t afraid of Jeremy, he wasn’t some hooligan Myles had accidentally bonded with on the bus or been manipulated by in some dark alleyway.
Sheepishly, he tore his gaze away from Derryl as if it would hide how flustered the man’s words—actions—had really made him. He focused on the movie screen with a smile on face; he didn’t pull his hand away from Derryl once during the entire movie.
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To his own pleasant surprise, the movie went without a hitch. He enjoyed it, as expected as he did have a fondness for romcoms, and he enjoyed Myles company as well. Every so often he’d hear the other laugh, causing his gaze to shift slightly and admire just how sweet the other could be. Derryl assumed it was just the effects of the movie on him, but he himself felt a little more warm and cozy than he imagined he would be, sitting here hand and hand with Myles. Sure, he had been irritated slightly earlier, but it all melted away, leaving him content at watching the love story play out on screen.
He was certain that one day he wanted something like what the couple on the screen had. An earnest love developed over time, no lies between them. Maybe every now and then they’d fight, but they’d always make up and go back to one another, happy as always but just a little bit different for the better.
At some point Derryl pulled his hand away from Myles’, instead putting it around his shoulder to draw him closer to him. Right now, he knew he didn’t want any of that with Myles. Yes, he was a good boy but that bond with Jeremy was far too strong for anything to develop. And besides, by the time he broke down Myles, what would even be the point? This whole thing, being here, with Myles, watching a movie and pretending that he actually cared was just a ruse, a plot to find a way to finally destroy that ******** Jeremy in one way or another.
Ah… But this wasn’t the time to focus on it… For now he’d just relax and enjoy the movie. Maybe he could even pretend that Myles was someone else in his arms, someone he actually could bother to try to love.
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