Chapter 13

Thirteen

The pizza had been amazing, and a human stomach could certainly eat a lot more than a little froggy stomach, which was totally a plus. He and Jon were currently munching on some buttered popcorn, the bowl resting on the coffee table in front of them,

"Oh my god, run! Lady, your husband is obviously a psychopath! He's literally telling you he's gonna kill you!" Jon yelled, throwing his hands up and almost knocking the popcorn over.

Beel chuckled and pushed the bowl back a bit, and as he leaned back onto the couch, he surreptitiously scooched a little closer to Jon.

"Just wait," Beel grinned.

"I mean, how stupid is she!" Jon protested, continuing to watch. "Oh, lady, don't lock yourself in the bathroom! Come on now!"

"Well, she didn't expect her husband to go nuts, you know," Beel answered.

It was such a delight to watch Jon's reactions. The man got so invested in the characters. Unfortunately there hadn't been many jump scares, but the scene coming up…

"Ohmygod!" Jon cried, scooching down and turning his face into Beel's shirt. "I can't watch! He's totally gonna chop her up into little pieces, isn't he!"

Beel smirked, lifting his arm and resting it around Jon. The man was a warm weight against him, and it felt so lovely to have that contact. He lightly rubbed Jon's back, enjoying the man's breath against his side.

"Nah, don't worry, this was made years ago when things weren't so gory and bloody," Beel assured him.

"I'm totally still not watching. Does she make it? And the kid? I can't watch if they both get chopped up," Jon protested.

"They both make it. You'll see. We're almost at the end," Beel promised.

Jon turned back toward the television, but he stayed scooched up next to Beel, and Beel certainly wasn't gonna call attention to it. His cute shopkeeper was totally absorbed in the movie, but Beel was more absorbed in him. He'd seen this particular classic horror film more than once with Gabe, and Jon was far more interesting anyway.

By the time the end credits were rolling, Jon was sputtering at the last scene, and Beel was chuckling at his indignation.

"But that doesn't even make sense? What, is he reincarnated or something? Or if the hotel, like, took his soul or something, how does he appear in a really old photo? Is he trapped in the photo?" Jon questioned, and then his adorable petsitter was staring up at him, because Jon was still snuggled into his side.

Beel couldn't help himself. He leaned down toward Jon, and he saw the moment when Jon realized he was about to be kissed. Beel waited a breath, just in case this wasn't at all what Jon wanted, but Jon licked his lips and leaned the tiniest bit forward too.

He wasn't sure who moved the rest of the way—maybe both of them at once—because their lips were pressing together gently, then separating a tiny bit, then pressing together again, and then Jon's hand gripped Beel's sweater, and their mouths opened, their tongues licking out.

Jon's mouth was warm and soft and delicious—he tasted like buttered popcorn and sex—and Beel groaned thinking about that mouth on other parts of him. Jon must have been having similar thoughts, because their mouths crashed together more frantically.

Beel ran his hands up underneath Jon's shirt, feeling the warm, soft skin, and he groaned again. He wanted that skin pressed up against his, and he fumbled at the bottom of Jon's shirt, breaking his mouth away long enough to ask, "Ok?"

Jon nodded, biting his lip, and fuck if that wasn't sexy. Beel stripped Jon of his shirt and then stripped his own sweater. Jon stared at his tattoos, slightly awestruck, reaching a finger out to trace them. Beel had sort of forgotten about them, but he did love his decorations. They were mostly runes and symbols, and as Jon started to trace one, Beel gently took his hand and leaned down to kiss him again. It wouldn't do to have Jon accidentally activate a rune.

As they kissed and nipped at each other's lips, Beel pulled his sexy petsitter onto his lap. They both moaned as their chests pressed together, skin against skin, and Beel couldn't keep his hands from roaming all over Jon's back, eventually venturing down to his sweatpant clad ass. He had a moment to worry if it was okay, but Jon moaned in pleasure and pressed against Beel, which gave both their hard cocks some friction.

Fuck. Beel squeezed Jon's ass, pulling his cheeks apart slightly, and Jon tore his mouth away, gasping for air.

"Please," Jon moaned out.

That was all the invitation Beel needed. He flipped Jon over so he was sitting on the couch and kneeled down in front of him, putting his hands on Jon's waistband. Jon's dick was tenting his sweatpants in the most obscene manner, and he wanted his mouth on it now. Still, he hesitated for half a moment to make sure, and Jon lifted his hips in invitation. He stripped the sweatpants off, and the most beautiful, sexy, leaking cock was in front of him.

Jon sputtered a little, and Beel looked up to see his sexy shopkeeper was a deep shade of red and looked slightly nervous.

"I'm not… ah…" Jon started, but Beel just looked at the perfect cock in front of him.

"So fucking sexy," Beel moaned, and then he engulfed Jon in his mouth. He was the perfect mouthful, and he just reached Beel's throat when Beel went all the way down to the root.

He moved his head back and ran his tongue around the head, gently suckling and using his other hand to caress Jon's balls. Beel looked up to see Jon lean back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, his breath coming fast. Jon whined when Beel ran his hand down and pressed his thumb gently against the skin between his balls and his hole. Hells, he wanted to hear all of Jon's moans.

He popped off long enough to say, "Yes, let me hear all your sounds, love."

Jon opened his eyes and begged, "Please, Damon."

Beel hated not being called his name, but he licked along Jon's cock, then he brought a finger up and sucked on it, raising his eyebrows at Jon.

"Yes," Jon said, his body fidgeting like he could barely keep still, his cock bobbing and leaking precum. Beel felt like he was about to come in his pants just from playing with Jon.

He opened the fly of his jeans and freed his own dick with one hand while he lowered his mouth to continue sucking on Jon. He reached his other hand down and let his finger gently caress Jon's hole. Jon's face screwed up in pleasure, tiny whimpers escaping him. Beel let his finger get slicker—he didn't want to hurt Jon, and being a demon had its perks—before he very slowly let the tip sink into Jon's tight warmth.

Jon pressed his hips down, and Beel let more of his finger sink into that perfect passage, all the while using his tongue to lave the underside of Jon's dick while he moved his head up and down. Beel's own cock was rock hard, and he squeezed it tightly with his other hand. He didn't want to come too soon, but taking Jon apart was bringing him close to the edge.

Jon gasped as Beel managed to find that bundle of nerves in his ass, and his hips rose up, gagging Beel on his cock. Jon started to stammer an apology, but Beel only moaned at him, crooking his finger to hit that spot again, making Jon jerk again. Beel made an "Mmmhmmm" sound, encouraging Jon, because it was fucking hot to see him lose control.

He let another finger get slick, then he slowly slipped it in next to the first, Jon moaning and trying so damn hard not to thrust, but it was like he couldn't help himself. Once both fingers were inside, he let his fingers crook, one and then the other, and Jon started chanting "Oh god, oh fuck," his hips alternately raising and lowering, little whimpers and pants punctuating each word.

Beel sunk down, and he let his tongue go slightly demonic so he could circle the head of Jon's cock and squeeze. Jon gave a hoarse shout, and Beel's mouth was being flooded with the sweetest cum he had ever tasted. He swallowed it down, gently milking Jon of his orgasm while he gave his own cock a pump and came into his hand.

When Jon mewled and fidgeted away, Beel raised his head and gently let his fingers slip out. Jon was looking down at him, dazed.

"Fuck. That was… fuck," he muttered. Then he seemed to pull himself together, because Beel could see a bit of insecurity or anxiety or something appear on his face.

"Oh, let me… I'll take care of you…" Jon started, sliding himself forward, but Beel just raised his cum coated hand, giving it a slow lick. Jon's pupils blew wide at the action, and he seemed utterly speechless. His dick gave a tiny twitch, but Beel knew it was too soon for a human to go another round.

"Did you…" Jon started, then he blushed again. "I'm sorry, I should have… reciprocated."

Beel had a mind to go and seriously fuck up Jon's ex, because the guilt and worry in Jon's voice made him think that Jon definitely didn't know how fucking sexy and amazing he was.

"It was so fucking hot playing with you that I couldn't wait. You are fucking perfect," Beel assured Jon. Then he slid back onto the couch. He took Jon's face in his hands (luckily Jon didn't think to ask where the rest of the mess had gone—being a demon had some perks, after all), and he gently, softly kissed Jon.

Jon sank into him, their chests pressing together, but none of the urgency was there now. Just softness and a sweet, satiated feeling. Eventually their lips separated, and Jon pressed his head into Beel's chest, and Beel simply held him cradled there.

He didn't think he had ever been happier in all of his immortal existence, and he wished the moment could stretch out for an eternity.