get away, see the sun-”

“Pay exorbitant airfare rates, get skin cancer,” John muttered, shrugging irritably in a vain attempt to get Derek off of him.

“You can take my plane and use sun block,” Derek said. “John, you need to get away for a while,” he insisted, looking into John’s eyes. “Away from your desk and your phone and your computer, away from the office, away from the city.”

“What’s going to happen to everything I’ve been working on?” John demanded.

“Tara and Devon can handle it,” Derek said. “They should be familiar with all of it. You can leave them detailed instructions.” Derek kissed his neck, his shoulder, soft lips, delicately stroking tongue. John curled his hands into fists, needing to touch, hating Derek and loving Derek and silently begging for the strength to get through this torturous tease.

“I can’t,” John said. “I can’t go on vacation right now. I’m in the middle of too many projects. Even if I could go, I can’t go at your request in your plane to your summer house. How the hell is that going to look?”

“If you don’t want anyone to know that I’m asking you to do this, no one has to know. Buy your own tickets, rent your own place. Just go,” Derek insisted, kissing down onto his chest, licking between his pecs.

John closed his eyes. “What’s the catch?”

Derek glanced up, a flash of hazel before he ducked his head and kissed John’s stomach. “I want to come with you.”

“No.” John’s eyes snapped open. “No! There is nothing less professional than you going off on vacation and taking me with you! When I get back, I’ll have no career left waiting for me!”

“You’re exaggerating,” Derek said between licks. “John, I know that fraternizing is a serious thing. If you’re worried about it, you should have told me, instead of avoiding me.”

“You think I’m avoiding you, you feel neglected, so you want me to run off on vacation with you,” John said, glaring down at the back of Derek’s head. “How the hell did all of this become about you?”

Derek was pushing John’s knees to his chest, planting the soles of John’s feet on the mattress, stretching out on his stomach and trailing his fingers over the lines of John’s pelvis. “You won’t do anything for your own good. I thought that maybe you’d do it for me. John, I’m not going to fire you and I’m not going to dump you. You’re not going to quit and you’re not going to leave me. That-”

“What makes you so damned sure?” John asked. He was breathing hard. Seeing Derek’s soft pink mouth that close to his dick made his blood hot. If he could get a fucking hand free, he could push the issue, cup the back of Derek’s head in one hand and guide Derek to his dick, or at least grab his dick and aim it for Derek’s mouth, or fucking do something. He was helpless, powerless, at someone else’s mercy, and he was so frustrated and so hard he felt violent.

“That you won’t leave me?” Derek asked mildly, and licked at John’s dick, taking the shaft in one hand and sucking the head into his mouth.

Stunned, John groaned, snapping his head back against the headboard, grunting with pleasure as Derek swallowed his dick. “God, fuck, yes…” Toes