Page 101 of Coven of Corpses

"Fuck me," Demetrius said between kisses, the request both demand and plea.

Cody pulled back and looked at him, eyes searching his face in the dim light. "You're sure?"

"More sure than anything else in my life." He leaned in for another tongue-heavy kiss, tasting beer and passion. "I want you to fuck me hard and deep in this backseat." Planting a hand on Cody's chest, he pushed him back to the other side of the seat. "But first, I want to do this."

Cody panted quietly as he watched him move closer, eyes dark with anticipation. The front windows were still partway open, allowing a bit of fresh air to steal inside, but the back windows were completely steamed over, cocooning them in their private world. Demetrius leaned in close and lightly brushed his lips against Cody's. He pressed his hand against the hard line of Cody's cock beneath the soft material of his uniform pants, feeling it jump beneath his touch. Cody hissed in a breath, then laughed quietly, the sound intimate in the close space.

"Sensitive," he admitted. "This material feels a little too good against it."

"Let's solve that problem then, shall we?"

He struggled a bit with the unfamiliar belt until Cody, laughing softly, shooed his hands away and undid it himself.

"Thanks," Demetrius said with an embarrassed laugh, surprised to discover he was actually nervous and blushing.

"Hey." Cody put a gentle finger under his chin and lifted it to look into Demetrius’s eyes. "Relax. I'll go as slow and gentle as you need me to."

"Okay."

Demetrius leaned in for a kiss as he spread Cody's pants open with trembling fingers. The heady, musky scent of him hit Demetrius full force, and he moaned into Cody's mouth, the sound pulled from somewhere deep and primal within him.

"You smell fucking amazing," Demetrius whispered against Cody's mouth, then took his bottom lip between his teeth and gently tugged before releasing it, savoring the small gasp this elicited.

"Get your mouth on me. Right fucking now." Cody's voice was stern, commanding in a way that sent electricity racing down Demetrius's spine.

The tone made Demetrius's cock jump. He dropped his face into Cody's lap and wrapped his fingers around his dick. It pulsed in his grip, the fat head glistening with a layer of pre-cum that caught the moonlight filtering through the steamed windows. Demetrius ran the flat of his tongue across the tip, and the taste of him was like a brand new flavor.

Demetrius surrendered to the moment—to the hot, salty length of Cody against his tongue and the soft brush of Cody's bush against his nose. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensations of having Cody in his mouth. Every technique, every movement that he knew drove Cody wild, he employed with the enthusiastic discovery of someone learning these secrets for the first time. He sucked him with reverence and urgency, as if afraid he might never be given the chance to do this again.

"Okay, okay," Cody said, voice strained as he eased Demetrius off him mid-suck, fingers tangled gently in his hair. He ducked his head and kissed his wet, swollen lips, tongue sweeping the inside of his mouth, tasting himself there. "My turn."

Cody pushed him gently to the other side of the backseat, the leather cool against Demetrius's heated skin. He started to remove his jersey, the red fabric bunching under his fingers.

"No," Demetrius said, reaching out to grab the hem and stop him, surprising himself with the intensity of his voice. "I want you to wear it."

Cody grinned, the smile transforming his face in the half-light. "All in, huh?"

"You started this."

He kept the jersey on and leaned in for a kiss, the fabric brushing against Demetrius's chest. Cody's voice was quiet and deep. "And I'm going to finish it. Inside you."

"Jesus fucking Christ.” Demetrius stared up into Cody's face, the familiar features somehow rendered new in the moonlight and shadow. "I almost came just now."

"You'll fucking come when I tell you to fucking come.” Cody’s hot breath sent shivers cascading down Demetrius's body. He dipped his head to suck hard at the mark he'd left on Demetrius's neck—darkening the bruise, reinforcing his claim—as he kicked off his shoes and shoved his pants down his legs with an urgency that belied his controlled words.

Demetrius arched his back and toed off his shoes then opened his pants and shoved them down as well, movements frantic with need. Cody helped, tugging his pants off and flinging them to the floor, then pulling his briefs down and off. He peeled off the t-shirt and dropped it. He placed a gentle kiss in the hollow of Demetrius’s throat as he stroked his cock with aching tenderness, the contrast between his earlier roughness and this touch creating a delicious tension.

"Damn, Demmy," Cody said, lips tickling against the sensitive skin of his throat. "You're big."

"Nothing like you," Demetrius said, reaching to take Cody's hard, hot length in hand. It felt like steel wrapped in velvet against his palm.

"Baby," Cody said, rising up to kiss his lips and look him in the eye. "There's nothing like me out there." In the statement was both the swagger of the teenage football star and the certainty of the man who’d built a life with him.

"Oh, I know."

Cody kissed him again, deep and searching, then he left a trail of soft kisses down his body that burned like firebrands on Demetrius's skin. He pinched and tweaked his nipples, his fingers rough against the sensitive points. Demetrius moaned and writhed beneath him, fingers of one hand twisted in Cody's hair, the other pressed against the seat back.

When Cody took him in his mouth, Demetrius cried out and arched his back off the seat, the sensation almost too intense to bear. Cody sucked and stroked him with practiced skill that somehow felt like discovery, his other hand tugging and massaging Demetrius's balls until he slid a finger lower and gently rubbed his hole, the touch electric.