Chapter 14

Fourteen

Alas, the moment couldn't last forever, and eventually Jon stirred against him. Beel didn't want to be awkwardly kicked out, but he also didn't want to be invited to stay over. Well, he did want to be invited to stay over, but it occurred to him that he couldn't actually do that, because Jon would obviously at some point realize that Mr. Frog was missing, and then he wasn't sure what was gonna happen.

He had just found Jon. He wasn't gonna chance losing him over being a frog. The logistics were hard, but Beel figured once Gabe and Az picked him up, he could come and date Jon as a human, and he could be a frog like Gabe expected at home. He'd have the best of both worlds. He thought he could make it work.

"I had an amazing time tonight," Beel said softly.

Jon sat up, looking at him, blushing the prettiest pink color. "Me too," he replied shyly. "Maybe I could… get your number?"

Ah, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why didn't Beel think about these things? He scrambled to come up with something.

"Ah, well, yeah, um… I kinda don't have a phone?" he stammered.

Jon looked sort of confused, and then he looked sort of resigned and sad, and that definitely wasn't going to do.

Beel leaned down and kissed him firmly. "I'm not lying. I would totally give you my number, but, ah… parkour! You know, that thing I do. I totally smashed mine. I'll be getting a new one, but it's gonna take about a week. And I definitely want to see you again, so don't think I'm making excuses."

"A week to get a new phone?" Jon questioned.

Yeah, that probably wasn't realistic. Beel would have smacked himself if it was possible.

"Well, I'm sort of… in between places right now. It's been a weird week or two for me. But I should be settled in my new place in like a week, and then I'll be in better shape," he explained.

"Oh, ok," Jon said, only his voice didn't sound ok at all.

Beel took Jon's chin and tilted his head up so he could look Jon in the eyes. Only Jon sort of averted his eyes and picked at his sweatpants, which they had pulled up earlier.

"Jon, please look at me," Beel asked softly.

Jon met his eyes, and Beel saw that they were wet. He couldn't help it—he growled low in his throat. "That ex of yours deserves to be castrated. Where does he live?" Beel grumbled.

That at least surprised a laugh out of Jon.

"You are sexy, and beautiful, and that was literally the best sex I've had in… well, maybe forever, because you are amazing," Beel growled. He knew he was coming on strong, but he couldn't help it. He was so pissed that Jon didn't know how hot he was.

His grumbling and growling didn't seem to scare Jon, though. Just the opposite—his sweet human seemed reassured.

"That was amazing, and yeah, it was the best sex I've ever had, but I didn't do anything for it to be the best sex you ever had," Jon argued.

"You were you," Beel stated, and he watched as Jon turned bright pink again. He loved how responsive his human was.

"Thank you," Jon whispered, ducking his head back into Beel's chest. Beel let him do it and just wrapped him up in his arms.

"So I'm going to go, but we are going to meet up again. Soon. Not in a week. You tell me what night you're free, and I'll stop by. I can't promise an exact time, because my work schedule is erratic right now, but I promise I'll come by. Tomorrow? The day after? You just let me know," Beel said, squeezing Jon tight.

"I'd like that," Jon answered. "How about the day after? I should probably catch up on some shop paperwork tomorrow night."

"Perfect. Walk me out?" Beel asked.

They slowly disentangled from each other, stopping once or twice for a few soft kisses. Then they got their shirts on, stopping again for a slightly more heated kiss. Beel finally broke away, grabbed Jon's hand, and headed toward the door. As much as he would love to have a repeat of earlier, he knew Jon had to get up early to open the shop, and he didn't want his favorite shopkeeper to be sleep deprived. It was already way later than his human went to bed.

Of course, once they got to the door, there was more kissing goodbye, and it took considerable willpower to break away.

Beel literally growled again, which made Jon blush again, which made Beel even hornier. Fuck.

"Two days. I'll see you in two days. You have to get to bed—it's way past your bedtime, and the shop won't open itself, love." He kissed Jon firmly on the mouth, and then regrettably turned, opened the door, and walked out. He made it to the stairs (just in case Jon looked out the door), then he transported himself back into his aquarium in his froggy form.

He waited rather impatiently, and eventually Jon did stumble into the bedroom. He walked over, sat on the bed, and looked at Beel. He seemed a little shell shocked, but he was kind of smiling softly to himself.

"Sorry about movie night, Beel. I had a visitor," he mumbled, blushing again with a little smile.

Beel ribbitted encouragingly. Jon looked over at him and turned thoughtful then.

Uh oh.

"Only, I'm not sure how he knew what kind of pizza I like. Or when I go to bed," Jon murmured. "I'm sort of wondering if I have a stalker. Or… something else."

He stared at Beel then, and Beel just hunkered down, not answering.

Fuck. He was so bad at being human.