The next morning, Tom awoke in the same place he fell asleep: on Derek's bed, wrapping his arms around Derek's naked body. He had never had sex with a boy before the previous night (for obvious reasons), but he found that it was quite enjoyable, especially since he had so much love for Derek.
Tom slowly sat up, as to not wake the still-sleeping Derek, then got out of bed and headed to the bathroom across the hall.
After turning on the light, he looked at himself in the mirror. He had posed naked many times in front of his mirror at home, as he admired his muscular and fit body. But now that body was gone, replaced by this lanky pale-skinned emo body. But he didn't seem to mind. Yes, he was still a little upset by the fact that his entire life had been literally destroyed, but he felt that as long as he had Derek, it was all okay.
Suddenly, a pair of hands reached around and embraced him. Then he saw Derek's head rising over his shoulder and Tom smiled. He turned to Derek and they kissed. Then he moved his hand down to Derek's exposed penis and began to stroke it, getting Derek riled up.
A few seconds later, though, Derek broke off the kiss and pushed Tom's hand away from him. "As much as like this," he said. "We have to get to school. Uh ... you won't have a problem with that, will you? I mean, being at school the way you are now?"
"As long as I have you as my boyfriend, I don't have a problem with anything."
This change in Tom's attitude was still stunning Derek. It seemed like it shouldn't have, especially after the sex they had the previous night. But less than a day ago, Tom would rather have beat him to a pulp than express his undying love to him. Don't get him wrong, though. Derek certainly liked this Tom more than the old one, but he was still feeling a little stunned.
Quickly, they both got ready (taking a shower with each other, among other things), then returned to Derek's bedroom to get dressed.
