When Derek's cock had softened to sensitivity, he pulled back, his hand on the boy's shoulder as he stood and tucked himself back inside his jeans. Aftercare first, then they would talk. "Thank you," he said, first, and cupped the boy's cheek. "We need to talk...I need to explain why I reacted the way I did. But your shorts are ruined," he said next, apologetic. "You should clean yourself up." He nodded towards the bathroom, at the back of the garage. "I might have something here you can wear."