“Damn it,” Derek said under his breath as he followed Joe. He turned the handle and found out Joe had locked the door.
Going back to the office, he went into the bathroom and across to the other door, hoping it hadn’t occurred to Joe to lock it from his side. He hadn’t, and Derek opened it, but didn’t go into the room. He saw Joe face down on the bed, his shoulders shaking, and knew he was crying.
Softly, Derek said, “I didn’t mean that the way you took it.”
Joe turned his head to look at him. Wiping one hand across his eyes, he said, “Bet me. You’re not even gay, but that never stopped guys like you from wanting your c**k sucked and you don’t care who does it.”
Derek leaned against the doorframe, because he knew if he stepped into the room Joe would undoubtedly make a run out the othe
