Chapter 9 #3
After he’d rinsed off, Demetrius returned the favor, soaping up Cody and pushing a slick finger into him as they kissed.
The water started to run cold, and Cody switched off the faucets.
They dried each other then Cody led him into the bedroom and pushed him down across the bed on his back.
Cody knelt on the floor, locking eyes with him as he slowly raised Demetrius’s legs.
Cody gripped his ass cheeks, spreading them wide, opening him up, then he dove right in, kissing, licking, and sucking at Demetrius’s hole.
Demetrius groaned and reached down to press Cody’s face more firmly against him.
He needed more of him, all of Cody, every inch, inside of him.
Cody continued to work him open with his tongue, drenching his hole with spit, and then, lifting his head slightly and shooting him a wicked little grin, he ran his scruffy chin slowly up and down across the sensitive pucker.
Demetrius cried out and dropped his head back on the bed.
Cody moved up from Demetrius’s hole to his balls, taking them into his mouth one at a time and leaving them wet and tight.
He licked up the hard length of Demetrius’s cock, his tongue hot, like Cody was painting him with fire, and Demetrius moaned, eyes closed, head turning back and forth.
Cody sucked him a couple of times, quick bobs that left Demetrius desperate for more as Cody worked his way up Demetrius’s torso to his nipples.
He nipped each hard bud, looped his tongue around them, then sucked hard at Demetrius’s neck before kissing his chin and finally taking his mouth.
Cody’s swept his tongue through his mouth, running across his teeth and wrestling with Demetrius’s own.
By the time Cody broke the kiss, Demetrius was panting harder, practically gasping for breath.
“Can I make love to you?” Cody’s voice was deep with an almost tentative quality to it that wrapped around Demetrius’s heart and squeezed.
Demetrius put his hand on the side of Cody’s face, thumb stroking his cheek as he looked him in the eyes. “Please.”
Cody grabbed lube from the drawer and slicked himself up.
He slid one finger into him, then added a second, gently tapping the spot that ignited tiny sparks low in Demetrius’s belly.
How many times had Demetrius sat and watched Cody handle a football, waggle a pen, or drum those long, strong fingers against the steering wheel, all the while wondering how they would feel around his cock or sliding inside him?
Withdrawing his fingers, Cody claimed Demetrius’s mouth again and pressed the broad head of his cock to Demetrius’s hole.
With slow, even pressure, he slid inside.
Demetrius grunted around Cody’s tongue at the familiar sting and burn as his muscles tried to resist at first. But Cody was so very good at this, and he inched back before moving in again, a little deeper this time.
The muscles parted more easily before him this time, closing in tight to grip him along the way.
Cody closed his eyes, whispering, “So fuckin’ tight. So fuckin’ hot.”
Halfway in, Cody paused once more. He kissed him again, over and over, persistent, going deep as if Cody were trying to crawl inside of Demetrius from both ends.
Demetrius wanted that, too, wanted—no, needed—Cody inside of him, possessing him, taking him over and living inside him.
Demetrius clutched at Cody, gripping his shoulders and holding him tight.
When Cody at last filled him to the hilt, Demetrius moaned, releasing all the air in his lungs, pushing out every bad moment, all the old, stale air, as if making more room for Cody.
He drew in a breath and wrapped his legs around Cody’s hips, keeping him inside, wanting to pull him in even deeper.
“Doing okay?” Cody’s voice was gentle but slightly ragged. His eyes were brimming with tears again, and Demetrius himself felt the hot sting of his own.
“Amazing.”
Cody started slow, but quickly built up speed until he pounded into him, drilling him into the mattress.
Demetrius made a high keening sound that hitched with every full-length thrust. Cody rose up and grabbed Demetrius’s ankles, holding them wide.
Pre gushed from Demetrius’s cock each time Cody bottomed out inside him, and he knew if he so much as touched himself, he would come.
“I’m close,” Cody gasped. “I’m so close.”
“Fill me up, baby. Give me all of it.”
He wanted every drop of Cody’s cum, craved for it to soak him, mark him, claim him as Cody’s and no one else’s. This was all he wanted, all he needed, for the rest of his life.
Cody put Demetrius’s legs over his shoulders and leaned down to kiss him again, tongue pumping into his mouth in time with the drive of his cock. Then Cody pulled back just enough to say against Demetrius’s lips, “I’m there. Fuck yeah, I’m there. Inside you. I’m…I’m…”
Demetrius watched Cody squeeze his eyes closed and the red in his cheeks brighten, the blush extending down his neck and across his chest. In the light from the window, sweat gleamed on his shoulders and muscular arms. Cody tipped his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, and he let out a shuddery breath.
His hips slowed, the angle of his penetration shifting a bit, the tip hitting Demetrius’s prostate at a different angle now.
Each bump rocketed through him, shifting the tiny sparks into flames that burned through his blood and his heart.
Gasping, Demetrius stroked himself to a powerful, messy climax. His eyes rolled up and his lungs seized as his cock bucked in his hand again and again. When he’d finished, his whole body trembled, his muscles weak and shaky.
Cody slowed his thrusts even more and eventually stopped.
He lowered himself above him, braced by his elbows to either side of Demetrius’s head as he stared into Demetrius’s eyes.
He ran his fingers over the top of Demetrius’s head as his cock softened inside him.
Cody kissed him tenderly, just a swipe of tongue across his lips, and said, “I am so in love with you.”
Demetrius’s vision blurred, and he pulled Cody down for a longer kiss. “I’m so in love with you, too.”
Cody eased out of him and went to the bathroom, bringing back a warm, damp washcloth to clean him up.
He returned the washcloth to the bathroom then lay on the bed beside him, putting an arm around Demetrius’s shoulders and pulling him in close.
They lay together in silence for a while, Demetrius’s hand on his chest, feeling Cody’s heart gradually slowing.
The air conditioning clicked on, and cool air sighed through the vents.
Outside, a motorcycle rumbled past, and down the block kids shouted at each other.
As they lay there, both of them worn out and quiet, Demetrius could tell Cody was doing a lot of thinking. He could practically hear the whir and clank of the gears turning in his head.
“What are you thinking about?”
Cody sighed. “Zenona.”
Demetrius ran his finger down his cheek. “Me, too. We’re going to have to talk to her.”
Cody made a face. “I know.”
“We need to understand what she knows.”
“Yeah.” He rolled away and picked up his phone. “It’s only a little after six. Want to eat something here and go to her apartment?”
“Just drop by unannounced?”
“Sure, throw her off a bit.”
“What if she’s working?”
“Then she won’t answer the door.”