9. Gabriel

Gabe woke up feeling very warm, cozy, and horny. He often had morning erections, and if there was time, sometimes he liked to do something about them. He wiggled a little, huffing out a breath at the delicious friction of his hard cock against… shit.

His brain woke up a little more, and he stiffened up. He felt and heard a chuckle from the demon who he had somehow ended up splayed across in the night. He was wrapped up in Az's arms, too, and his hard-on was pressed very nicely against the demon's warm thigh.

"You can feel free to continue doing that. I really don't mind," Az said softly. Gabe's one leg was laying on top of Az, and he couldn't help himself—he shifted it just a tiny bit and felt it nudge Az's hardness. Was he supposed to do something about that? Should he be kissing Az or something? Was this where things went into sex? Should he touch Az's dick? He really did try to sit up this time, but Az shushed him and pulled him back down.

"No pressure. We can lay here and cuddle. It's early yet, and your alarm won't go off for almost an hour. I would remind you that I do not need nor do I expect anything from you," Az assured him.

Gabe breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling Az's hard-on had sent him down the usual rabbit hole. He often felt like anything sexual was some sort of high stakes casino game, only no one had given him the rules or told him how to play, and so he had to try and just bluff his way through and not let people know he didn't know what he was doing. Of course he knew how sex worked, but he just couldn't seem to process what to do next in the moment, and he over-thought it all. He either felt lost or stupid most of the time, and he didn't like either feeling.

Without thought he rubbed himself against Az's thigh again, and then immediately stopped, mortified.

Az just chucked. "I meant it. Feel free to continue doing that. It obviously feels good, and I assure you again that I don't mind. I expect nothing, but it would be lovely to know you had some physical pleasure this morning. Orgasms are a body's natural function, after all, just like breathing."

Gabe huffed out his own laugh at that. Only a lust demon would compare morning wood and getting off to breathing. Az's hand was on Gabe's arm, and it very gently was rubbing up and down. It felt… nice. Warm. Cozy.

"Tell me about one of the stories you read. One of the ones that you use to get off. Perhaps you have a favorite; one that you've read more than once. Tell me about it. For research," Az whispered.

Gabe thought about it, and immediately a story came to mind. He turned a little red, but the darkness in the room, the coziness of being under the covers, Az's warm body and caresses on his arm, the whispering voice—it all made Gabe feel not so awkward.

"Well, there's one about college roommates during lockdown. They've been stuck inside together for like a month and hang out all the time, and one day they're talking about things they miss, and they start talking about sex. And the one guy—it's from his point of view—he notices that his roommate is hard while they're talking. And the roommate is talking about how long it's been since he had a blowjob, and suddenly he's thinking about what his roommate's dick might look like and staring at his hard-on, and he's imagining what it would taste like in his mouth."

Gabe stopped, realizing he was rubbing himself against Az again. Az leaned his head toward Gabe, his breath hot as he whispered, "Keep going, Gabe."

Gabe didn't know if he meant keep rubbing or keep talking, but then Az's hand slid down to his back and gently pushed, and Gabe rocked against Az's thigh again and moaned.

"So what happens next?" Az asked.

"So the guy is kinda freaked out because this is, like, his best friend, but then the friend sort of suggests that maybe they could help each other out because they're both so horny and because it's lockdown. So they sit on the couch together and watch porn, and they end up jerking each other off."

"Is that the end?" Az asked, his breath hot against Gabe's forehead. Gabe was thinking about the story and how that most certainly was not the end. How the two guys had jerked each other off, then the narrator had blown his roommate, then they'd sixty-nined, and eventually they'd had anal sex.

Gabe moaned again, murmuring, "No, that wasn't the end. The friend suggested a blowjob, and the guy agreed to go first. He couldn't stop thinking about his best friend's dick in his mouth. How hard and hot it was. How his friend tasted. How the guy moaned when he came. He had to go and jerk off right afterwards because he was so turned on, but he didn't want his friend to know." Gabe knew his voice was breathy, and he was totally humping Az's thigh now, his eyes shut, thinking about the story and the friends having sex.

"Did you like that he was so horny after blowing his best friend? That he made him cum and was hard while doing it? Did you like that he described his best friend's cock cumming in his mouth?"

Gabe could only groan in response. Az's other hand, the one that wasn't on his back, shifted down onto his thigh, pulling him closer as he rocked against Az, and Gabe only moaned again.

"Did he think about taking his best friend's cock in his hand? How much his best friend wanted it? They were such good friends, and he was fantasizing about that hard length in his hand and in his mouth, wasn't he?" Az asked.

"Yes," Gabe ground out. "God, yes."

"Did he fantasize about his friend's mouth on him? His hand on him?" As Az said the last part, his hand crept forward, just barely sliding under the top of Gabe's boxers.

Gabe knew it was a question for permission as much as a question about the story, and he started to tumble down that rabbit hole of wondering what he was supposed to do. Was he supposed to touch Az too? Was this turning into sex? But it was like Az sensed it, because he whispered, "You're just masturbating, Gabe. Getting off in the morning to a hot story. Nothing more than that. So tell me, did he want his friend to touch his cock? Did he fantasize about his friend's hand wrapped around him? What happens in the story, Gabe? Tell me."

So Gabe stopped thinking and just whispered, "Yes." He felt Az's hand push his boxers down and he raised his hips to help, and then Az's hand was wrapped around his cock, his thumb sliding up the sensitive underside and rubbing against it.

"Tell me what they do next, Gabe," Az commanded.

"Oh god, yes," Gabe moaned, and he thought of the two college friends. He told Az, "He wanted to suck his friend off again. He wanted his dick in his mouth. And when he was doing it, the friend pulled him over top of him and put his cock in his mouth so they were both sucking each other off."

"Mmm, yes," Az said, his hand moving over Gabe's cock faster and faster, the friction delicious, his hand tightening every time he pulled up. Gabe was panting, the pressure building. "He loved that, didn't he? His best friend's hard cock in his mouth, sucking on him, and knowing his best friend wanted to do the same, couldn't wait to get that dick in his mouth too, couldn't wait to provide pleasure in return. Knowing that while he was pleasuring his very best friend in the world, tasting his hard, hot, length in his mouth, that friend also couldn't wait to suck his dick and feel his seed shoot into his mouth."

Whether it was the words or the tightness of Az's grip or just the build up, Gabe didn't know, but suddenly he was grunting and cumming into Az's hand, his orgasm rolling over him like a wave as Az jerked him through it.

Then Az's hand gently released him and moved away, and he felt a tissue wiping up the cum as Az was kissing his forehead, saying, "Mmmm, that was a lovely morning masturbation session. Would you like to snuggle a bit more or would you like to get up and shower for work? You have about five minutes until your alarm goes off. I always love cuddling, of course, but you tell me your post-masturbation routine."

Gabe just chuckled lazily. "Usually I give myself a minute and then I get up and get ready," he replied.

"Perfect," Az said, gently rubbing his back.

It seemed like hardly more than a minute had passed before his alarm was going off, and he shifted off Az to shut it off. The demon snuggled into the covers and lazily said, "You go ahead and shower. Shall I attempt to conjure some breakfast?"

Gabe chuckled again and said, "No, I can fix something. I'll be out in a moment."

It was once he was in the shower that he realized how completely not awkward Az had managed to make things. He knew that what happened was not just masturbation, but Az had taken all that pressure of thinking about sex with another person away by calling it that. Gabe didn't have to worry about what he was supposed to do or say or anything, because it wasn't about that. And thinking and talking about a story that got him horny had also taken him out of his head.

It had been about his pleasure, of course it had, but it hadn't seemed like it had, so it was… easy. He had been fantasizing about those roommates. It had seemed like he was in the story. Like he was one of those guys being jerked off by his best friend. It had been… hot.

It was another piece of the puzzle when it came to his sexuality, but Gabe still couldn't make out the whole picture. Yeah, he realized that he had to like someone and have a connection with them for sex, but that wasn't all there was to it. He had tons of friends, and he didn't want to have sex with any of them. He didn't think about them that way or fantasize about them. He didn't know why Greg and Domenique had been different.

He finished showering and shut off the water, pulling his towel off the hook to dry off, when he realized that he heard voices outside his bathroom. He recognized the laughter that erupted and realized exactly who was in his kitchen.

He groaned and thunked his head against the wall. It was too damn early to deal with Grams.