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“Holy shit!”, Derek mumbled, starting to stroke himself even faster. He was close already, so close, as the moans of the porn actors on his screen became louder.
Derek paused the video just in time to look at a full frontal nude of his favorite actor Peer Nailer. God! He really was the most alluring guy Derek had ever seen, and he was definitely the kind of guy Derek wouldn’t have minded being ‘nailed’ by, either. Even if Peer was much older than him. Almost twenty years. But then again, the twinks he usually shot with were definitely not much older than Derek either.
Derek moaned into his pillow, eyes fixed on the screen as his hand kept getting faster around his cock until finally, he came all over his own hand.
His sight was a bit hazy for a moment, as Derek was still staring at the screen. It took him a few minutes to come down from his high and only then did Derek turn off the porno, close his laptop, and quickly went to clean himself up in the bathroom.
“Derek!”
His mother’s voice pulled him out of his sleep the next morning. He groaned softly, burying his face in his pillow for a moment before he finally forced himself to get up.
His aunt Arleen, his mother’s younger sister, was getting married today, and Derek still had to get ready.
Hale weddings were always big parties and with how large the Hale family was, it was probably not going to be much fun. It would be an entire night of family members, he didn’t even remember coming up to him and telling him how tall he had gotten, or how fit, or how handsome. It was literally his biggest nightmare come true. And since Talia was the oldest of her siblings and all her cousins, most of Derek’s cousins were much younger than him.
How fun, if the only other people his age were his own two sisters!
“Oh, Der! You look adorable!”, Laura commented when Derek came downstairs in his new suit.
He pulled a face. “I was going for hot. Or grown up. Or at least handsome. But definitely not adorable!”, he complained as he watched his mother gather the presents and rushed them all outside to the car.
On the ride to the wedding, Talia gave them a speech about being polite to everyone. “Even if you don’t like someone, they’re still family and I want you to treat them as such. And you will not constantly stare at your phone screens. Is that understood? It’s rude, and I didn’t raise any rude kids.”
“Yes, Mom,” all three of them mumbled in unison when they arrived.
Just like Derek had already expected, most people were old or at least around his parents’ age. A few kids were running around but no one seemed to be around Derek’s age.
Derek was busy trying to figure out how on earth he was going to survive the evening when a very familiar face caught his eye? He held his breath, unable to move when he watched no other than Peer Nailer, the goddamn porn star, walking towards their table.
“Talia,” Peer said with the widest grin. “It’s really nice to see you. How have you been?”
What?! How on earth did his mother know a gay porn star? How did she know the gay porn star that her son got off to almost every night?
Talia sighed. “Peter,” she said but when to pull the man into a tight hug.
Peter? Derek watched them, unable to move. Why Peter? Wasn’t his name -
And then things suddenly clicked together in his mind.
“Derek, you remember your uncle Peter, don’t you?”, Talia asked, pulling Derek over towards them.
Shit. Holy shit! Talia’s youngest brother Peter. His uncle Peter, whom he hadn’t seen in at least twelve years. He knew there was a reason Talia and Peter had barely any contact but up until now he had no idea what the reason could have been. Now at least he had some idea. Peter Hale. Peer Nailer. They were the exact same person.
“Derek.” Peter grinned at him. “Wow, it’s been so long. The last time I saw you, you were – what? Six? Seven?” He chuckled. “How have you been?”
“Uh -” Derek stared at him, trying his hardest not to blurt out what was going on in his head. “Good,” he mumbled, blushing heavily.
“Good, good.” Peter smirked at his nephew. “You probably don’t remember me at all, do you?”, he asked, reaching out to squeeze Derek’s shoulder.
“I – sorry.” Derek shrugged his shoulders. He turned around to his mother, only to find that she had already left him alone with his uncle. His very, very attractive uncle.
Peter grinned. “It’s alright. I’m not a big fan of these family events either,” he said. “You want to go grab a drink?”, he offered.
“I’m 18,” Derek said with a small shrug.
“I won’t tell your mother if you won’t,” Peter said with a grin before leading the way to the bar.
Derek wasn’t used to the alcohol, so it didn’t take much before he was already tipsy and joking around with his uncle. “You live in Los Angeles now, right?”, he asked and Peter nodded in reply. “I always wanted to go there. I’ve never really been outside of Beacon Hills. Maybe I can come visit you sometime?”, Derek asked. “My friends are going to be so jealous when I tell him my uncle Peer lives in the big city.”
Peter chuckled. “Of course, you can come visit,” he said. “As long as your mother is okay with it,” he said but paused at the name. “What was that?”, he asked before his grin suddenly turned wider. “Oh, sweetheart! That’s why you were so awkward earlier.”
Derek didn’t understand what was going on for a second, but when he did, he turned bright red.
“Hey, it’s okay!”, Peter quickly reassured. “You like my work, huh? Does your mother know, you watch that kind of – content?”
If it was even possible, Derek was blushing even more. “Don’t tell her!”
“Of course, I won’t. Your secret is safe with me,” Peter promised. “You’re 18. You’re old enough.”
“Thank you.”
“Oh, Derek. You’re tipsy and you watch my content, plus you look super cute when you blush. I’m going to have so much fun with you.” Peter laughed, leaning in closer. “Now tell me, pup. When you watch those movies, do you imagine being Peer Nailer or do you picture yourself as being pounded by him?”, he teased, making Derek go impossibly more red. “You can tell me,” he whispered.
“I don’t think I can,” Derek mumbled, rubbing a hand over his face as if that was going to make the blush disappear.
Peter grinned. “Come on, pup. Maybe I can make those fantasies come true.”
Derek’s eyes went wide. “You’d fuck me?!”, he asked.
Peter raised his eyebrows. “That at least answers one of my questions,” he hummed. “I was more thinking of inviting you on set some time, but I mean if you’re up for it, I’ll never say no to someone as cute as you.”
“Wait, really?”
“I’m serious if you are.”
Derek slowly nodded. “Hell yes!”, he said.
Peter smirked. “Alright. Men’s restroom in five minutes,” he said and with that, he disappeared.