Dreaming of Demons

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“You ready?” Seth asked.

“Yes.”

“Hold on tight.”

I couldn’t help but close my eyes when we started going up.

I could feel the wind from his wings hit me, and it was really weird, since it was on either side of my body, and I was hoping that I wouldn’t get it the way.

I didn’t even know when I had put my legs around him.

Don’t get sick. Please don’t get sick.

Before I knew it, we were high up in the air. I still couldn’t open my eyes, cause I tried, and they dried out really quickly.

Damn it…

Oh my god I think I’m going to fall!!!

I made sure that I held on as tight as I could.

“How long till we get there?” I said, though I wasn’t sure if he could even hear me.

FUCK!

It’s fucking freezing.

“Less than an hour.”

Seth can fly really fast, cause I mean, we still had around fifteen hours ahead of us.

I’m not really sure I’d be able to hold onto him for such a long time.

I wanna go down…

This was probably an odd sight, a demon carrying a human who was wrapped around him, freaking out.

I am so glad that I went to the bathroom before we left. Seth had better be happy too, cause he’d be feeling it too.

Seth really was strong though, cause he was holding most of my weight.

He’d better be strong though, cause it goes with my demon image of him, and he’s screwed it up enough.

I wonder if he could, like, do things with your body with his mind?

I mean like, stop your heart or make your brain explode and seep out your nose or something.

Or make you bleed from orifice, like that broccoli virus.

Wait a minute, that’s salmonella, and I’m thinking of chicken.

I… can’t really remember what it’s called. We watched it in some science class years ago. Something to do with dead people.

Wait, I’m pretty sure there was salmonella in the broccoli, too, or else I’m thinking of something else completely different, which I very well might be.

I must be really good at getting my mind off things.

Off course, when I think that, I think of the thing I’m trying to get my mind off of.

Not a good idea, let me tell you.

I’m freaking out here, and Seth isn’t doing a damn thing about it.

“How long till we get there?”

Seth’s skin wasn’t as smooth as I thought it would be.

Well, yes it is, but I mean it’s actually pretty hard.

Cause of muscles.

It feels good, is what I mean. It feels strong.

Oh my god I hope I don’t get some kind of obsession.

Cause that’d be weird, you know? Well, not really, I mean, who’d want some wimp that can’t fight your fights for you and actually win?

I mean, you can’t expect me to do it myself, do you? Yeah, I’ll act like I’m mad, but we’d end up having nice hot sex in the end.

There’s also the fact that’d I might actually have to top, and that is something that I don’t want to do. It just… seems wrong. Know what I mean?

Almost muscle-bound men shouldn’t be bottomed, unless being rode.

But yeah, Seth isn’t that bad. Just really nice. I sort of like being held…

OH MY GOD I’M GOING TO FALL!!!

Doesn’t matter how hard I’m holding on, I just know it. A bird will hit me and I’ll lose my concentration, and I’ll fall. I just know it.

I hate you, bird that will be my downfall. Huh…

“A couple more minutes.”

Seriously?

…

Really?

Thank god. There’s a less chance of a bird hitting me and making me die.

…

What the fuck?!

“Are you getting off from this?!” I screamed at him, and I felt us go sort of topsy-turvy, sort of sideways down, before righting again.

“You don’t have to yell.” He said, and I guess I didn’t cause my head was right by his ear, but still!

“This is low.” I couldn’t help but think, no it’s not, cause we’re pretty high.

Not in the druggy type of way, the up in the air kind of way.

I’ve had so many people thinking I’m a druggy, or I’m stoned or something, which got me sent to the counselor a lot of times. Enough to where she just let me sit in there while she dealt with other students.

Hell, even dad made me take drug tests. Now that was annoying.

Odd question, are there people who are afraid of things being put into them, like needles? I mean, what if they were gay? Like, my kind of gay.

Probably just a stupid thought.

Back to my main thought.

I… don’t think I had a main thought.

What the fuck am I even talking about anymore?

Oh…

Maybe the thing that I can clearly feel pressing into me, and it’s definitely not a chocolate bar that magically appeared in his pants. I’d have eaten it by now.

Wait, not now. Maybe before we flew, or after, when we were on the ground.

Wait, why the hell would I eat something out of Seth’s pants?

…

I’m not even going to say anything about that.

…

Something’s wrong…

WE’RE GOING DOWN!!!

“Settle down! I’ll end up dropping you.” Oh, yeah, you can talk about my demise so calmly, can’t you? Yeah, you’re going to pay, and not in the money kind of way. Food is optional.

And besides, I wasn’t even aware that I was doing anything, other than holding on as tight as I could and screaming. Possibly trying not to puke…

“We’re down,” Seth said.

Are we really?

Well, it didn’t feel like we were moving. And that we upright, and that Seth’s arms were still holding me against him. And he was still hard. In more ways than one.

It was sort of affecting me too.

BUT NO!!!

I can’t break, not this easily.

But my arms and legs won’t move.

I think they’re dead.

“You can get off now.” Seth said quietly. Well I would if I could move, which I can’t.

“Hold on.” I think my arms and legs can be revived, but it’s going to take a while. “Help, please?”

Why am I thinking of Zelda while like this?

While I was trying to unhook myself, I looked around. We were surrounded by trees. Well, I guess we wouldn’t be surrounded by humans, now would we?

Seth was getting worse. His… erection… was getting more… prominent.

God this is awkward.

Cause like I said, it was getting too me, and I was almost positive he could feel it.

I was able to move my arms a little, and when I did, I almost fell, because all of a sudden, we were moving again, though not far.

Just enough for Seth to pin me against a tree like he had that one time, and start to grind against me.

Fuuuuuck.

He kept pressing into me harder, humping into me, and I kind of sort of started reciprocating the movements as best as I could, and it felt so good.

Seth was breathing hard on my neck, and it made me shiver, and started to pant.

So fucking close.

And this better not be a fucking dream.

The friction felt so good, and, I would’ve wanted more, but for some reason, this was just enough.

“Fuck,” Seth groaned into my ear, before stilling.

The fact that I’m pretty sure I knew what he just did, tipped me over the edge, too.

I was still breathing hard when I finally slid down, and leaned against the tree.

‘Fuck’ was right.

“I win.” I reached out a hand, and Seth pulled me up.

“No.”

“What?!” I could’ve sworn that he made the first move.

“You were holding onto me pretty hard, so I can’t be sure if you weren’t actually trying to do something.” He smirked.

“I wasn’t!” I swear I wasn’t!

“Don’t worry, the deal is still on.” With that, Seth turned around, and started walking away.

That bastard! He knew I won, definitely!

This will be the only time he gets away with it. Besides, we’re aiming for the same thing, though maybe in different positions.

Military, or dog style?

I know what dog style is, but I’m almost kind of certain that military is the same thing.

Whatever, you know what I mean.

From the front or back.

There we go.

We’ve come a far way from stalking in a restaurant bar thingy.

Not in it. Mostly.

“Are you coming or what?” Seth called back. Or at least it was back, cause I couldn’t see him anywhere.

“Wherrrrre’d you go?” I said really quietly, before walking in what I was almost sure that he walked in.

“Where the fuck are you going?” I turned to my left. Apparently I was wrong.

“Following you?” I turned towards him, and walked past him, before he stopped me by grabbing on my shirt collar, and steering me a little to the right.

Fuck, I just remembered that I jizzed in my pants.

~JIZZ IN MY PANTS~

Holy crap, I do not want that song stuck in my head. It’s friggin weird.

Well, it’s better than that Womanizer song by Britney Spears stuck in my head.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have anything against her, but she really knows how to sing songs that get stuck in your head.

Blue likes her, though. It’s the only way I’d even heard of her, cause she likes to play her music up real loud.

I remember, some time ago, she was watching the news, and it showed some woman in tears and screaming into the camera of why people shouldn’t say bad things about Britney Spears.

Blue doesn’t care though. It’s the song, not the singer. As long as the singer sings it good, and then the lyrics are good, who cares?

As if she doesn’t check the magazine rack whenever we go shopping, reading up on the latest celebrity gossip, and then give her opinion on everything.

Tsk tsk Blue, tsk tsk.

Holy crap I think I’m lost.

Wherrre did he go?

~I just ate a grape and I
JIZZED… IN… MY PANTS~

FUCK!

“Jay!” I turned around, SETHYKINS!!! “Come on!”

Maybe I won’t follow him now.

Who the hell am I kidding, I don’t even know where I am.

I just thought of something, why not just let Seth win?

Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait!

I can’t just lose like that.

This is about my manly pride! Manly gay pride?

Time to follow Seth.

With jizz in my pants.

Snigger snigger snort snort.

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Two things. One, right after I finished this chapter, Britney Spears came on on the radio. And also, every single friggin time I tried to write jizzed, autocorrect changed it to jazzed. It was really starting to piss me off.