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Dreaming of Demons

By: Babisko
folder Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating: Adult +
Chapters: 28
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Chapter 18

Munez: Would've been a good idea, but we have to give Jay a breather don't we? :) And nice. I don't get anything like that, just words i don't know, and numbers.

Kasia-Chan: Who are you asking to have sex? Gregory and someone, or Jay and Seth. Just jump from one thing or another why don't you :) And about the neck? Don't worry about it. Or do. your choice, i don't want to give anything away, not too much. I'm also trying to write the other story, but i in a bit of a slump with a part of it, but i'll definally update next weekend.

Khayman: Yeah. Heh, Jay's a weird one.

Itchan: And i'll try and make more of those moments happen ;)

Kira Norame: He has the best ;). And about your suspicion, it either has something i don't know of in my own story, or i wrote it that way to make people suspicious. MUWHAHA. Sorry, i sort of lost my train of thought halfway through.

Thanks for the reviews!

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It wasn’t long before I felt the bed moving, and I bout started to yell out, cause I thought I was gonna fall off the bed, but when I was right about to, I ended up hitting Seth instead.

Not hitting him, exactly. More like rolling into him.

And I would’ve moved away, but he was really comfortable.

Did I mention he didn’t have a shirt on?

I didn’t think I’d have been able to hold myself back if he’d come in with out pants, too.

Glad he did have some on though, cause I wasn’t sure I’d even be able to get it up, and I’d feel unaccomplished if I hadn’t been able to.

Fuck I was tired. You’d think after sleeping for hours and hours I’d be a little less tired, but it felt like I was about to fall asleep with my eyes open.

You know what? I want to try that.

Then again, wouldn’t I ruin my eyes because they’d dry out or something?

You know what else? I really don’t want to mess up my eyesight. Better just close them.

So I did, only to have to open them barely a second earlier, because some bastard was shaking me.

“Whaaaaat?!” The shaking stopped, so I rolled over.

“We have to get going.”

“I wanna sleep…”

“You can in the car, we got to go.”

“Why?”

“Because I plan to actually get to Michigan today.”

He raises a good point in my mind, though probably something he hadn’t even thought I’d think.

“Why don’t we just fly there or something.”

“I don’t want to risk a plane.”

I turned around, giving him my version of his WTF look.

“What, do demons hit planes all the time?”

“What? …oh.” Apparently me and him were talking about two different, though linked in a way… I’m not sure how to end that.

“So? Whatcha think?”

“It’s too risky, someone might see.”

Yeah, should’ve thought about people that carry high powered binoculars and point them at random places in the sky.

“Then what the hell is the use of having wings?” I WANT TO FLYYYYY.

“Look, you want to so badly? Then when we get out of the city, I’ll fly us the rest of the way, as long as you don’t mind leaving your bag behind.”

“Why do I got to leave my stuff behind?”

“It’ll get in the way.”

“But still, why mine?” Seth raised an eyebrow.

“I’m leaving everything of mine, too.”

“Oh. Can we go now?”

With the prospect of flying, I have the most energy in the world!

I almost fell asleep putting my shoes on.

Soon we were in the car, driving away.

Fly. Fly. Fly. Fly. Fly. I wanna fly. I wanna fly. I wanna fly.

“Quit jumping around.”

Grrrrr.

“Did you just growl at me?”

“No.” I didn’t even know I made a noise. Distraction, I need a distraction.

“Hey, Sethykins?” Seth's head practically whipped to me, staring at me like, did-he-really-just-say-that? Yes Sethykins, I did.

“Wh… what?”

“What’s the singular of ‘skittles?’”

Seth was still staring at me.

“Skittle?”

“But that sounds really weird.”

“Oh well.”

Grrrr.

And I made sure not to make any noise this time, go me.

FLYING!!!

I’M GOING TO FLY!!!

YES!!!

Calm down Jay, your going to end up peeing your pants.

I really doubt it, but hey, stuff happens. More than not, embarrassing things.

Believe me, I know from experience.

Believe me also, I don’t even remember the last time I peed my pants, and I went before we left, so I think I’m good in that area.

Now I have to make sure that I don’t puke.

Fuck, if it’s not one end, then it’s the other.

That sounded really gross.

“Can we fly yet?”

“Are we out of the city yet?”

I looked around.

“Close enough.”

Seth looked at me. It was a glare, but somehow, I couldn’t help thinking it could also mean ‘I’m better than you.’

If it is that way, then I’ll find someway to disprove that. Trust me, I’ll figure out something. I always do.

It’s just that my plans don’t work well.

So… tired.

Incoherent thoughts muttering sweet nothings into the useless parts of my brain…

If that actually meant something, well, I’d be freaked.

“Here’s a good place.”

REALLY!!!

I looked around.

Seemingly not a person in sight.

But that’s how they get you. You think you’re all alone, and BAM. You’re dead.

Ha ha, you were the first, too.

Underdeveloped or sexually appealing weakling. Or muscle-bound retard. Or nerd.

Please, take your pick.

You know what? The underdeveloped and nerd go in the same category.

I wonder which category I fit in.

Sexually appealing, if we go by what Seth thinks.

OHMYGODSETH!

WINGS!

I want to see them again.

I get to flyyy I get to flyyy.

“I wanna fly now.” I do, I really really do.

“Hold on a fucking minute.” Watch your mouth, young man.

No wait, he’s sixty, right?

Does this mean I find sixty year old men appealing?

“Are you alright? You look like your about to be sick.”

I think that’s a no on old men. It’s just Seth.

“I’m fine.” If I didn’t say that, then I would’ve said shut up. “Hurry up.”

Seth sighed, before taking off his shirt.

I didn’t really get a good look at him anytime before, but now that I did…

One word. Hot.

Which leads me to think hot dawg, for some reason.

Hey, better than spicy, right? Cause I was thinking that too. Not that Seth tastes spicy. He tastes minty. That is, until he’s sucked someone off, then it tastes completely different.

Hm, wonder why that is…

If you’re thinking that I actually don’t know why, think again. I’m not that retarded, though if someone said it tasted differently, then I’d probably believe them.

I’m not as much stupid as I am gullible. Or maybe it’s the other way around. You know what? I’m not really sure, cause I don’t even know what that means.

Back to Seth.

He isn’t too big. Like, championship weightlifter, but he’s got muscles. Six pack, that kind of thing.

I’d feel physically inadequate, but, I mean, I’m happy he’s bigger. It feel weird, cause there is no way in hell that I’m topping, unless I was riding him or something.

Not… that I plan to anytime soon. I’m not really sure what we’re gonna do after the first fuck. If he’s good, and he didn’t mind doing it again, then I might feel inclined to, but now? Not yet. Want some more sexual experience under my belt. Eheh.

“If you’re going to come, then get over here.” Oh yeah…

“What do I do?”

I just about freaked when Seth opened his arms, and stepped forward, cause I wasn’t really sure what he was doing, until I figured out that that was probably how he was going to hold me.

“I’ve never really carried someone before. So this is going to be a little awkward at first.” At least he warned me.

“Then how do you know you can carry me?” If he drops me I’m going to kill him. I ended up getting a look from him, one that said, ’are you dumb? I’m not that fucking weak. You might be, but I’m not you, so get it out of your head cause I really want to fuck you.’

Okay, that might be looking to much into it, but what the hell? I know what he’s thinking. We’ve already established that I’m not psychic at all, so quit thinking it.

I know you are.

Muhuhuhuhu.

“Come on.”

“I’m comin I’m comin.” Sounds wrong. But I was, though not in the way that I really wanted to be.

Seth’s arms went around my waist, one slightly on my back, and he told me to put my arms around his neck, and that I might want to put my legs around his waist.



You win this round.
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