Chapter 8 #3
The week had been so very busy that despite sleeping in the same bed each night, Drew and Zach had done nothing more than share the odd kiss since his training had begun.
It was now the weekend once more and Kensington had given Drew the evening off after a successful day of study and practice.
Dead on his feet, Drew shuffled into the apartment and allowed Zach to guide him directly to the bed where he collapsed and fell immediately into a deep slumber.
He didn’t know how long he’d napped, but when he woke he was alone in the bed and there was a delicious aroma drifting from the small kitchen.
He rolled out of bed, rubbing a hand through his sleep-tousled hair, and wandered through to the kitchen.
Zach was standing at the stove, stirring a pot with one hand, while the other was turning the pages of a novel.
“Smells good,” he mumbled and then yawned widely.Zach twisted to flash him a smile before turning back to check the pot.
“You’ve had a long week. I figured a home-cooked meal would do you good.
”Drew slumped onto one of the chairs, and rubbed the rest of the sleep from his eyes.
“Your week has been just as long as mine,” he protested.
“Hardly,” Zach retorted. “I spent the days curled up asleep in your bag in my cat form, and then I lazed about, chatting to Simon and watching you and Kensington in the evenings. It’s not exactly been what I’d call strenuous.
”Drew shrugged. “Yes, but you still didn’t have to go to any trouble just for me.
Besides, I didn’t know you could cook.”Zach tapped the wooden spoon against the side of the pot and turned down the heat then came over and stood behind Drew.
He pressed a kiss to the top of his head and then began to massage his shoulders.
“I wanted to do something nice for you; I didn’t think I had to.
And yes, I cook . . . not often, but I’m pretty good at it.
”Drew’s head dropped forward as strong fingers dug into muscles he didn’t even realise had been tight.
“Of course you’re good at this. You’re good at everything,” he said.Zach laughed and then leaned over him and kissed his cheek.
“Why don’t you go and have a shower,” he whispered against Drew’s ear.
“Then, after dinner, I can show you a few other things I’m good at.
”Drew let out a little moan. “That sounds awesome.”Zach chuckled and stepped away to allow him up.
“Go on, then. Dinner will be done in about ten minutes.”Drew headed for the bathroom, almost tripping on a discarded pair of jeans but finding his feet in time.
He’d become more and more attuned to the change in pressure surrounding him when magic was being performed thanks to his training, and he’d felt it several times over the past week when his clumsiness had sent him tripping over his feet, or spilling his coffee, or knocking something over.
Warmth bloomed in his chest as he realised Zach had been watching over him, sending small tendrils of magic his way to prevent little accidents.
No one besides his aunt had ever seemed to care so much about him.
Even Todd, his best friend all throughout high school, had laughed at him when he’d been a klutz, teasing him for being so accident prone.
It suddenly struck him that he’d only exchanged a couple of texts with Todd since Zach arrived and he started to feel guilty.
They usually texted each other several times a day on average, just checking in, sharing memes, or simply sending a quip or in-joke to make the other laugh.
Had he been such a shitty friend, getting so caught up in the sexy “demon’ he’d accidentally summoned, that he’d not had time for his best friend?
But wasn’t keeping in touch a two-way street?
He’d not texted Todd much, but Todd hadn’t been texting him either.
They weren’t that far from each other—Todd lived in Parksville and was studying his Bachelor of Anthropology at the Parksville-Quallicum Centre, which was only a forty-minute bus ride from Nanaimo—but it was only natural they weren’t as close as they had been when they saw each other every single day during high school.
When Todd came to visit or Drew went to see him, their friendship felt just as strong as ever, so Drew decided he wouldn’t feel guilty about not sending a message every day, and he wouldn’t get bent out of shape if Todd didn’t either.
This was part and parcel of being an adult, and he could accept that.
With that out of the way, he put the worry from his mind and got back to what he was doing.Stripping out of his clothes, Drew turned the water on and waited for it to heat up.
He caught sight of his reflection in the mirror and raised a hand to his ribs, letting it dance across his chest. The hollows between his ribs weren’t as deep, and his stomach wasn’t anywhere near as concave as it had been even a week prior.
Seven days of eating three meals a day, plus snacks, was putting meat back on his bones, and that was yet another thing he had to be grateful to Zach for.
He’d made such a positive impact on Drew’s life already that even if he hadn’t been told about Zach’s past, there was no way Drew would ever have considered him evil.
Zach may harbour some regrets about the things he’d been made to do in the past, but he was a good person.
Sure, he may technically be an angel masquerading as a demon, but at his core he was inherently good.Drew didn’t linger in the shower, eager to have some quality time with Zach.
The past week had been so hectic that although they were still bound by the ten-foot magical tether, they hadn’t actually spent much time together.
He missed chatting with Zach, exchanging quips, and catching the little hints Zach dropped about what life had been like in Hell for an ex-angel.
He was desperate to learn more, but also desperate to explore their physical relationship even more.
He’d had just a taste, and he was more than just hungry for Zach—Drew wanted to devour him.The table was set, and dinner was dished up—a creamy chicken dish that had Drew’s mouth watering.
Zach was pouring two glasses of wine and he held one out for Drew to take.
Drew accepted the glass but immediately set it on the table so he could pull Zach to him, tilting his head up and seeking out Zach’s mouth with his own.
The kiss was sweet and lingering, holding such a promise of what was still to come that Drew felt a little dizzy from it.
Anticipation built within him but he was happy to savour it, to let it build, to enjoy each excruciating moment.
He knew it would simply make what was to come later even better.
So he pulled away with a smile, took his seat, and prepared to simply enjoy the meal Zach had prepared.The food was delicious, and Drew was sure he made some rather inappropriate sounds as he ate, but the darkening of Zach’s eyes told him he didn’t mind one little bit.
They spoke of inconsequential things, having entire conversations in movie quotes and pop culture references, and they laughed deeply and often.
Once they’d finished eating, Zach waved off Drew’s offer to do the dishes, and they settled on the bed with a bowl of popcorn and a movie on the TV.
Zach encouraged Drew to sit in the V of his legs and he restarted the massage he’d begun earlier.
Drew sighed happily and relaxed even more.Once the massage was finished, Drew stayed where he was and just leaned back to be cradled against Zach’s chest. His eyes were on the TV but his fingers danced idly over Zach’s legs, just as Zach’s hands traced patterns over Drew’s stomach.
One of his fingers brushed under the hem of Drew’s shirt, and the touch of bare skin on bare skin made him shiver.
It was easier to be bold when he couldn’t see Zach, so Drew sat forward enough so he could pull his shirt off over his head and discard it on the floor next to the bed.
He heard Zach huff in amusement, and before he settled back down there was a ruffle of movement and soon Zach’s shirt was joining his own on the floor.
If the touch of a finger against his bare skin had been shiver inducing, the feeling of his back pressed against Zach’s chest was electrifying.
Large warm hands ghosted over his stomach and chest, the pads of Zach’s thumbs swirling around his nipples, teasing them to small hard peaks.
Drew’s mouth fell open a little in pleasure—he’d never played with his nipples before and hadn’t known they could be so sensitive.
Goosebumps covered his skin and he suddenly needed to be kissing Zach.
He pulled from the embrace and flipped himself over onto his knees, manoeuvring until he was straddling Zach’s lap.
He linked his hands around the demon’s neck—angel, get it right, he’s actually an angel—and leaned forward, capturing Zach’s lips with his own.
Zach’s hands dropped to Drew’s hips, his fingers cradling the sharp protrusions of bone, the warmth of them spreading right through Drew.
He opened his mouth a little wider, hoping to encourage Zach’s tongue inside, and he soon responded, licking his way into Drew’s mouth.
“Fuck, sweetness,” Zach almost gasped, pulling away from Drew’s lips and peppering his face with light butterfly kisses.
“You’re so perfect, so fucking perfect.” As he spoke, one of his hands moved to the front and began tugging at the strings of the sweats Drew had put on after his shower, and it wasn’t long before Zach had freed Drew’s cock.
He didn’t touch it, however, and Drew’s head dropped down to Zach’s shoulder until he could see him working at the zipper of his own pants.
It took a little more manoeuvring before he was able to pull his own cock out, but then he was wrapping his large hand around both of them and Drew lost the ability to think.Zach’s cock was steel and silk and wetness and the feeling of it rubbing against Drew’s own was indescribable.
He’d never felt anything like it before, but he hoped like hell it would be something he’d get to experience many more times in the future.
“Zach,” Drew moaned, so close already.“I know, I know,” Zach murmured, kissing his way across Drew’s cheek until he was nosing at his ear, taking the lobe between his teeth and tugging on it gently.
His hand continued to stroke them, spreading the precum that was leaking between them over both of their lengths.Drew rocked his hips, thrusting into Zach’s fist, and he could feel the tension in his muscles as his climax began to build.
When he tipped over the edge he cried out, flinging his head backward, unable to watch, only feel.
“Fuck, Drew, that’s it, sweetness, that’s it,” Zach crooned, and a moment later Drew felt warmth wash over his still-spurting cock as Zach came as well.
Then Drew’s legs turned to jelly, and he clutched at Zach’s shoulders, unable to keep himself upright any longer.
Zach chuckled and in one graceful movement he rolled them so Drew was on his back, and then he was off the bed and heading into the bathroom.
He returned a short while later with a warm washcloth and wiped Drew’s stomach and softening cock gently, removing most of the mess.
He then tossed the cloth back in the direction of the bathroom, turned off the DVD they’d been completely ignoring, and climbed into bed, pulling Drew into his arms.“That was amazing,” Drew uttered, feeling completely blissed out.
“Yes, it was,” Zach agreed. Drew yawned widely, his jaw cracking.
“Mmm, tired,” he mumbled.“You’ve had a pretty big week,” Zach said.
“Get some sleep.”“’Kay,” Drew said. “Oh, just a sec.” He opened his eyes and concentrated hard for a long moment and the light flicked off.
He grinned. “Nailed it.”Zach laughed. “That’s my boy.
Now sleep.”“Sweet dreams, Zach.”“I’m sleeping with you in my arms, Drew, of course I’m going to have sweet dreams,” Zach told him, and Drew fell asleep between one breath and the next, a smile on his face.