Cody knew he was smelling him. Demmy was drawn to Cody’s natural scent, and while he didn’t really understand it, Cody found it actually kind of a turn on.
“Still me?” Cody asked.
Demmy smiled and pushed him over onto his back, then turned into him and placed a kiss in the patch of hair between Cody’s pecs. “One hundred percent, grade A Cody Bower.” He lifted his head and kissed his lips. “The love of my life, the man of my dreams.”
“Like Freddy Krueger?”
Demmy laughed and kissed him again. “Much, much better.”
“Sweet talker.”
Another kiss, and Demmy put his head on Cody’s chest again. They were quiet a moment, then Demmy said, “I wonder what that house fire Lucia was called to is all about?”
“No,” Cody said, and hauled Demmy on top of him, digging his fingers into his sides and making him squeal with laughter. “Absolutely not!”
“Stop! Oh my God, all right! Okay! I promise, just stop!”
Cody stopped, but kept his arms tight around Demmy, holding him in place on top of him. He looked into Demmy’s eyes, so bright now in the afterglow of sex—fucking amazing sex—and laughter, and forced himself not to think about witnessing him open his mouth in the pond and breathe in water instead of air.
“I love you,” Cody said.
Demmy’s smile settled into something calm and sure. “I love you, too.”
“We’ll get through all this, right?” Cody couldn’t help asking.
Demmy kissed him. “Just like we’ve gotten through everything else.” He reached down between them and took hold of Cody’s cock, already stirring with interest. “Let’s take advantage of all this free time, shall we?”
THE END