Page 7 of Starved Until Sunset

“Yeah. And a little achy from standing in the truck bed all day looking up at you working. How are you doing?”

Cody flexed his fingers. “My hands are kind of stiff from those damn zip ties.”

Demmy copied his flexing. “Mine are too. Is this what getting old feels like?”

“We’re in our early thirties. I refuse to acknowledge it.”

“Our early thirties feels like everyone else’s late fifties.”

“Everyone else hasn’t been bitten by a werewolf or a zombie,” Cody said.

“Valid point.”

Pete was pulling out of the lot on his motorcycle when Cody pulled in. He didn’t return Cody’s wave, just opened up the throttle and roared off down the road, a woman sing/screaming something about God’s love from the speaker.

“And off goes Shrieky Pete, saving the rest of us with his ear-piercing praise music,” Cody said.

“I feel decidedly more saved already.”

After clocking out, they decided to go home for a simple dinner of canned soup and sandwiches. The sun was slowly edging behind the trees, like a guest trying to escape a talkative party host. The days were getting shorter, and even though it was a week until Halloween and the weather was good, Cody was already turning toward hibernation mode. He dreaded what kinds of DPW jobs they’d be assigned in the dead of winter.

Once home, Demmy went out back to check on Trevor, and Cody opened two cans of soup, emptied them into pots, placing them on burners he left off. He got in the shower and was surprised a few minutes later when he heard Demmy open the door.

“Okay for me to join you?”

Cody pulled back the shower curtain to display his already rising interest. “We took a vote, and your admission has been approved.”

Demmy was already naked, and showing some major interest himself as he laughed and stepped into the tub. They turned a few times, both of them getting wet as they kissed and touched. Cody slid his hands over the familiar curves of Demmy’s body, pressing and tweaking all the pleasure points he’d learned through the years. Cody wrapped a big, soapy hand around both of their cocks. As he stroked, he bent slightly and Demmy rose up on his toes to meet him for an open-mouthed kiss.

It didn’t take long. When Cody wanted to, he could finish himself and Demmy off in a matter of minutes. Demmy gasped up into his mouth, his thigh muscles trembling. His cock bucked in Cody’s grip, and the warm, thick splash of his release joined the water trickling between them.

“Love you,” Demmy whispered as they continued to kiss.

“Love you,” Cody managed. “So fucking much.”

He came with a gasping grunt. As he squeezed out the last of it, a shudder ran through him.

Demmy took a step back and smiled as he placed his hand against Cody’s cheek. “Thanks.”

Cody gave him another quick kiss. “I aim to please.”

“You’ve got your aim down all right,” Demmy said, eying the mess on his belly.

They cleaned each other up, and once they’d shut off the water and pulled back the curtain, Demmy made a face. “We forgot towels.”

“Maybe Trevor will get them for us.” Cody cleared his throat and called, “Trevor! Get us towels!”

Demmy laughed and gently slapped Cody’s wet ass cheek. He stepped out of the shower and, looking more adorable than anyone had a right to, hurried on tiptoes to the linen closet in the hall. He returned with a large fluffy towel for himself and a small hand towel he offered to Cody with a smirk.

“You expect me to be able to dry off all this manliness…” Cody waved a hand up and down his body. “With this?”

“I wouldn’t mind watching that.”

Cody snatched the small towel and draped it over his dick. He stepped out of the tub, the towel swinging before him as he left the bathroom. Opening the linen closet, he grabbed a bath towel for himself and flung the hand towel to the floor.

“I was right,” Demmy said, drying his arms and chest. “I didn’t mind watching that.”

“I feel cheap and sullied.” Cody draped the towel around his neck. “I am a respectable member of the Parson’s Hollow DPW.”