17. CHAPTER #2
“Wow, and I shouldn’t be surprised that an immortal asshole can’t understand that when life is short, you wanna make the fucking best of it!” Indy snapped, his eyes burning as an unexpected wave of emotions overwhelmed him.
Well, shit.
This was only meant to be a ruse to distract Mr. Heiss from a conversation Indy really did not want to have, but his feelings didn’t know the damn difference.
Mr. Heiss’s words cut deep, and Indy didn’t like it one bit. He shouldn’t care what a demon thought of him and his penchant for physical extracurriculars, but this hurt like hell. He really hated the idea that Mr. Heiss might think Indy only cared about getting laid.
Because it should have been true, but…
It wasn’t now.
“Enjoy every moment like it’s gonna be your fucking last,” Indy ranted on as he let his rage run wild.
“Go suck that strange dick. Eat that random pill from the bearded guy in the back of the club. Eat that fucking double bacon cheeseburger with extra bacon. Whatever! Whatever it takes to fucking forget, even if it’s only for a few fucking seconds, that us stupid fleshy flesh bags are all going to die. ”
Mr. Heiss paled, and the flames of his crown dimmed.
The silence was miserable, interrupted only by Indy’s frantic pants as he searched Mr. Heiss’s face and waited for a reply. One didn’t seem to be forthcoming, so Indy demanded, “What?”
“I thought you reminded me of someone,” Mr. Heiss said quietly, “but you’re actually nothing like him.”
Indy blinked, his anger diluted by confusion. “Huh? Who?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Uh, it kinda does matter.” Indy glared. “You wanna tell me what the hell your problem is?”
Mr. Heiss closed his eyes and said nothing.
“Oh, the silent treatment! Very mature. Love that. It’s giving asshole!
What a surprise! Are you seriously mad that I had a shitty day and just want to get laid?
I already told you that I am okay! I swear!
” Indy narrowed his eyes. “Or is it all the stuff I said about dying? Because sorry not sorry, that’s the truth. ”
Mr. Heiss remained silent.
“Jesus Christ.” Indy groaned loudly. “What’s the point of being alive if you’re not allowing yourself to live?”
That made Mr. Heiss look back to Indy, his eyes opening once more.
“So.” Indy clicked his tongue. “If you’re not gonna fuck me, then I am going to go jerk off, take a shower, and after I help Gammy experiment with drugs and get her to heal whatever is going on with me, I am going to order a shit ton of takeout and watch RuPaul with her.”
“Is that how you really feel?” Mr. Heiss asked quietly.
“What? About the jerking off?”
“About allowing yourself to live.”
“Well, yeah.” Indy frowned. “I’d much rather be living my best life having sex right now, but you’re being broody and weird and I’m not going to just sit here and pout about it. Life will go on, my asshole will remain unpounded, and drag queens and Chinese food are a promising replacement. Why?”
Mr. Heiss cupped Indy’s chin. “I was wrong about you.”
“Obviously.” Indy paused. “Okay, but which part?”
“I once called you a coward,” Mr. Heiss replied carefully.
“I was mistaken. You’re very brave. You didn’t hesitate to go to your grandmother’s aid the moment you thought she was in danger.
Every step of the way and even up against impossible odds, you’ve fought to ensure your survival where others would have crumbled.
You have so much passion, such heart, and you are really quite extraordinary. ”
Indy’s heart leapt into his throat, and he struggled to swallow it back down so he could speak. “Thank you—”
“And yes, you are often quite stupid, but your courage is still admirable.”
Indy stared. “You could have stopped right there, but you had to keep going, didn’t you?”
“Yes, because it is important to note you are not perfect. Neither am I.” Mr. Heiss shook his head. “You were also correct that I take my immortality for granted. It is difficult for me to understand your wants and needs in that way.”
“Wow.” Indy grinned, lighting back up as he teased, “Is that an apology? Almost? Maybe? Consider yourself forgiven if that means we can get back on track to having a good time. Because yes, adrenaline, blah blah blah, whatever, let’s go.”
Mr. Heiss rolled his eyes. “All of that being said, I am not going to fuck you if you are truly not feeling well. I might be the king of assholes, but even I have my limits.”
“Okay, well.” Indy bit his lower lip. “What if… we just went slow?”
“Slow?”
“Yes, it is the opposite of fast. It might not be a concept you’re familiar with—fuck!” Indy was suddenly on his back with Mr. Heiss right on top of him between Indy’s now spread legs. He put his hands on Mr. Heiss’s chest and took a deep breath. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes.” Mr. Heiss smiled, warm and strangely sweet, and he pressed a soft kiss to Indy’s lips.
Indy melted down into the bed, and he wrapped his arms around Mr. Heiss’s neck.
He sighed softly, and it was a sound of both pleasure and relief.
He’d been able to charm his way out of talking about Mr. Kalt and his illness, resulting in a surprisingly pleasant conversation, but he had no idea if he’d be able to do it again.
Yes, Indy was very sexy, but Mr. Heiss was also very stubborn.
Indy found himself considering telling Mr. Heiss the truth he was so desperately trying to hide, but that terrified little part of his brain refused to hear it.
This was the best thing he could do. He had to keep up the show, play his part, and so what if his heart ached as he replayed every lie over and over again in his head?
Shit.
Mr. Heiss was on the move, crawling down Indy’s body and kissing him through his clothing. Anything he touched vanished and soon Indy was left in nothing but his shoes. Those went away next with a flick of Mr. Heiss’s hand, and now Indy was fully naked and spread out beneath him.
Indy closed his eyes for a long moment to simply feel the press of Mr. Heiss’s lips against his skin, soft and gentle, so unlike what they’d shared before. He actually liked this, and the teasing touches had him hard and throbbing.
Mr. Heiss paused his descent once he was between Indy’s thighs, and he spread them. “Relax for me, Sonnenschein.”
“Yes, sir.” Indy shivered.
He didn’t understand how such a simple nickname got him so hot, but he was happy to go with it. He liked it. He liked everything Mr. Heiss did—well, in the bedroom anyway—and he wanted more.
So much more.
Mr. Heiss grunted. “Not sir.”
“What?”
“Not right now.” The first press of Mr. Heiss’s tongue was tentative, sweet, but it didn’t take long for the pressure to increase. The forked tip slid all around Indy’s asshole before dipping inside, a quick tease designed to send shivers all throughout Indy’s body.
“What, what do you want me to call you then?” Indy asked, panting.
“You may call me Raph,” Mr. Heiss replied. “But only here. Only now. Do you understand?”
Indy smiled, savoring each syllable as he whispered, “Okay, Raph.”
“Very good.” Mr. Heiss kissed Indy’s inner thigh and then returned to his hole, his tongue pushing right inside. It was only a second before another joined the first, and both of his tongues thrust slowly but firmly to work Indy open.
Indy wasn’t about to remind Mr. Heiss that he literally had a prep spell to speed things along, especially not when it felt so damn good. He reached for Mr. Heiss’s horns and squeezed them, tilting his hips up to urge his tongues deeper.
Mr. Heiss grabbed the underside of Indy’s thighs to support him, his tongues swirling around and hitting new depths. There may have even been a third in the mix or Mr. Heiss simply made the first two thicker.
Either way, Indy could feel a faint stretch, but Mr. Heiss was being so careful and precise that there was no discomfort.
Indy was wet, open, and soft, and he couldn’t resist grinding forward to ride Mr. Heiss’s face.
There was something incredibly hot about having a powerful demon between his legs and watching the light from his crown of flames flickering over his thighs as he ate him out.
Indy thought he might be able to come from the gorgeous visual alone, but Mr. Heiss wasn’t giving him enough to reach completion. This was simply a preview of what was to come, and he relaxed, moaning softly as Mr. Heiss continued to eagerly devour him.
It wasn’t the same flavor of intensity as the last time they did this—for one, there were a lot less tongues. And yet, it was still passionate and delicious, though Indy couldn’t quite place why it felt like so much.
Maybe it was just because it was Mr. Heiss.
Mr. Heiss withdrew with a soft growl, his hands shifting to slide beneath Indy’s back. “Mmm, come here to me.”
Indy groaned softly as Mr. Heiss lifted him effortlessly, rotating their positions so Mr. Heiss was sitting against the headboard and Indy was perched in his lap.
He spread his legs to straddle him, rocking forward so that their cocks slotted together.
He loved chasing the unique friction of the jewelry and let the head of his dick catch on each one.
Mr. Heiss held Indy close and kissed him. “Are you ready for me?”
“So ready.” Indy closed his eyes, grinning as he felt the familiar slippery slide of magical lubricant coating his hole. “Mmm, thank you.”
“Of course.” Mr. Heiss chuckled as he pressed the head of his cock against Indy’s hole. “Not always a total asshole, remember?”
“Mm, I almost forgot.” Indy kissed Mr. Heiss sweetly, letting Mr. Heiss guide him down on his cock. The first few inches were effortless—so were the next couple—but it was only about halfway that Indy realized something was missing. “Raph, your jewelry?”
“I can take it out,” Mr. Heiss soothed, giving Indy’s hips a squeeze. “It’s all right. We’re taking things slowly and I do not need them for that.”
“I disagree.”