Page 44 of Coven of Corpses

“Good ol’ Parson Stone. He’d be so proud.” Cody rolled onto his side so they faced each other. “So, how long are Grant and his family gone for?”

Demmy smiled. “The whole night.”

“Yeah? I’ve got the day off tomorrow. What do you say we act like teenagers and fuck all night?”

Even in the dim glow of the lamp across the room, Cody was able to see Demmy’s pupils widen at the idea. With deft movements, Demmy lifted the sheet and got up. Cody moved onto his back and Demmy straddled him. He pressed his taint against Cody’s swiftly hardening cock, and he ground against it as he leaned in for a slow, deep kiss.

Cody smiled and reached up to frame Demmy’s face between his hands. Sometimes he still felt nervous, like the dumb teenager he’d been all those years ago. Now and then he wished he could truly get inside Demmy’s head and see what he was thinking, understand how he felt. Really, truly know for sure he was making Demmy happy.

“I don’t think teenage me would have been able to keep up with the sex drive of teenage you,” Demmy said.

Cody gripped his hips, pulling him more firmly against his now full erection. “I don’t think you give yourself enough credit. If I’d been smart back in high school, we would have started fooling around back then. I would have come to your house with my backpack full of textbooks to make it look good. I would have talked with your folks for a bit, gotten them relaxed enough to feel like they could leave us alone while they went out and ran errands for hours. Then we would have sat on the floor of your bedroom, our books open between us but ignored as we talked and laughed. I would have made a few subtle moves to see if you were open to me taking things further.”

“Yeah?” Demmy kissed him. “What kinds of subtle moves?”

“Oh, maybe something like shifting my position and accidentally pressing my foot against yours. Then I’d bump my knee against yours and just let it stay there. Maybe start a fake wrestling match.”

“I jerked off so often thinking about our wrestling matches.” Demmy kissed him, pushing his tongue into Cody’s mouth and grinding against him.

“I’d start casual,” Cody said between kisses. “Grabbing you in more and more intimate spots. Then I’d pin you down and look deep in your eyes. Depending on how you looked back at me, I might lean down, real slow, as if I was going to kiss you. See how you reacted.”

Demmy had been fully erect since Cody had started talking. Pre-cum dribbled in a long stream onto Cody’s belly. Now Demmy pinned Cody’s hands to either side and hovered above him. His pupils had widened again, and he licked his lips as he stared into Cody’s eyes. “Like this?”

He slowly closed the distance between them. Cody’s heart raced. Sweat prickled across his palms and scalp. His cock throbbed impatiently, trapped beneath Demmy’s body. When he was just shy of delivering another kiss, Demmy stopped. His breath was warm against Cody’s face, smelling of toothpaste even after their first round of sex.

“This close?” he asked.

“Yeah.” Demmy’s hands felt like branding irons on his wrists. He closed his fingers into loose fists and licked his lips with anticipation. But Demmy just remained there, achingly close, nearly kissing him. “Like that. If you didn’t push me away or ask me what the hell I was doing, I’d dip down and give you a very light, very quick kiss.”

“Like this?”

Demmy’s lips brushed his. Cody’s cock jumped, and his toes curled. His brain practically shorted out. When Demmy pulled back and smiled down at him, Cody let out his breath.

“Yeah. Like that.”

“I wouldn’t have stood a chance against that,” Demmy said. “I would have put my legs up in seconds.”

With confident, careful moves, Cody rolled them over on the bed so he was on top. He gently pinned Demmy’s wrists to the mattress and brought his legs in between Demmy’s thighs, nudging them apart. They were both rock hard, both leaking steadily, even after having already come.

“Yeah? You would have let me take your pants off? Those plaid sleep pants you always wore?”

Demmy laughed, eyes shining, the sound bright as a summer day. It made Cody laugh as well, and he released Demmy’s wrists to sit upright. He lifted Demmy’s legs and put them over his shoulders, then leaned in over him again. Demmy’s breathing had quickened. He gripped Cody’s biceps as Cody braced himself above.

“I loved those sleep pants.”

“I loved when you wore those sleep pants.”

Cody dropped his head to give him a long, slow, deep kiss. It felt to Cody as if he and Demmy had suddenly reconnected, as if the kiss had mended something between them that had become slightly frayed without their realizing it, like old wiring hidden within the walls of a house, aged and loosened over the years.

“How would you have done it?” Demmy said between kisses. “Back then, in my bedroom with my parents gone?”

Cody kissed him again, dropping to his elbows, pushing his tongue into Demmy’s mouth and taking control. He let every drop of built up need for comfort and care, sex and intimacy pour into that kiss. Demmy returned his passion, built on it, and wrapped his legs around Cody’s torso, clutching him close.

“I would have done it slow and deep.”

“A lot of kissing?” Demmy asked.

Cody kissed him and shifted position a bit. His cock was so hard it hurt, and he aligned it with Demmy’s hole, still slick with lube. He thought about his previous load still inside him, and his cock jumped with anticipation of delivering another. With slow, steady pressure, Cody entered him, driving himself home.