Chapter 11

“I’d say that I think it means that I’m pretty fucking lucky,” Scott mumbled.

“Well, yes. But more than that, it means that nothing is written in stone. Just as the bad can be prevented by positive reaction to what we see in our future, so to could the good be stopped if we don’t let it happen.”

On the couch, Derek sighed into a kiss before pulling away to speak. “Love you. Love this.” He lifted to his knees, reached between them and gripped both their cocks in his hand. Future-Scott sputtered something undefinable in reply, and the hushed rasp of their bodies being stroked in time took over the rest of their conversation.

Scott swallowed hard, his own cock growing as he watched the two men move. He couldn’t look away to give Dru his attention, but just the thought of knowing he might not get this was enough to inspire panic. “No. No, it can’t stop. What will stop it? What can I do? You have to tell me. I need to do this right.”