Kate Vassar

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Jay sighed as the ship door closed behind him. He hated business trips, and not even the joy of kicking contract ass could make up for Derek's absence. He was heading for the bed when he saw the flashing light next to the computer indicating that he had mail. He looked at the return address--derek@derekthehockeygod.com--and grinned. He opened the message, and the screen was filled with Derek's sunny smile. Derek's long, silky blond hair was tied back in a ponytail, his blue eyes sparkled, and he was wearing the official shirt of his company hockey team, the Codemonkeys.

"Hey! We kicked their sorry asses!" Derek greeted Jay, who chuckled. Derek spun in his swivel chair, punching the air and chanting, "Go Codemonkeys!" Derek stopped spinning and looked sadly into the vidcam. "I wish you were here to celebrate with me."

"Me, too, baby," Jay said, even though this was a recording--which was probably fortunate, because Derek hated being called "baby."

"So..." Derek's eyes went mischievous as he trailed off. The corner of his lush lips curved upward naughtily, and he paused--entirely for dramatic effect, Jay was sure of it--then smirked. "I made a jack for you. It's attached. Enjoy!"

The screen went blank. Jay looked at the filename--missyou1.jak--grabbed his headset, stripped, and lay down on the bed. He put on his headset, selected missyou1.jak and pressed "play."

He was standing in front of the oval full-length mirror in their bedroom. The bed was unmade, a pair of rollerblades lay on the floor, and Derek's reflection smiled back at him, naked. "Oh, hang on, you like my hair down." Derek grinned and reached back, and Jay felt his scalp ruffle as Derek pulled his hair down, then shook his head out. Jay felt Derek's hair brush his shoulders and wondered if he should grow his hair out, then decided against it again. Derek shot his ponytail holder at the mirror like a rubber band and smiled mischievously at him through a half-curtain of straight, shiny hair hanging halfway down his firm, hairless chest, the other side of his hair held back by the headset. His hand trailed downward, slowly and deliberately.

"Pricktease," Jay muttered, grinning.