Chapter 16

Sixteen

The next morning dragged, and Beel wasn't sure who was more nervous. He was grumpy and croaky, and Jon was distracted and disorganized. He got fewer back pets than normal, but he didn't want to be too vocal about it and have Jon feel bad and try to keep him around for the date—that would be a disaster in the making.

There was a bit of an afternoon rush, which made the time go quicker, but there was also a horrifying moment where a man tried to buy Beel for his son, and the kid looked like he was a total pet killer—he had been banging around the shop and Jon and Beel both winced every time he touched something. Beel felt bad that some poor unsuspecting pet was going to get either handled roughly or forgotten about entirely.

Jon eventually managed to convince the entitled dad that Beel was not for sale, despite the increasingly high numbers the guy quoted because the kid kept insisting he wanted that one. (He even stomped his foot, pouted, and eventually insulted Jon. Beel was more pissed at the dad though—kids didn't get like that without parents encouraging that kind of attitude.)

The two finally walked out two minutes before closing without any pet. Jon had wisely decided that he wasn't selling even a fish to the guy, and he'd cut him off to say they were closed and he'd just need to come another day. The dad had said he wouldn't be coming back here, and Jon had sighed happily and shown him the door.

"Well, he was an asshole. And I know I flipped the closed sign early, but I'm done. Let's go, Beel. I have a date. Hopefully. And I have no idea when Damon is gonna show up, but I better hustle to shower off the pet store stink before he gets here," Jon complained, shutting off lights and grabbing Beel's travel aquarium before heading upstairs.

He got upstairs and settled Beel in his aquarium in the bedroom. Beel hunkered down on his heated rock and watched with half an eye open as Jon frantically went through his wardrobe to decide what to wear. Beel gave encouraging croaks at certain outfits, and once Jon had mostly chosen an outfit, he shut his eyes and pretended to drift off.

Jon came over, reached in, and pet his back. "Tired, little guy? I'd feel guilty about abandoning you for the night, but it seems like you have a date with your heated rock," he chuckled. He dumped some food into the dish in the aquarium and added, "Wish me luck, Beel!" Then he headed out of the bedroom to go shower.

Jon had made up the casserole that morning, and it just had to go in the oven, and he'd also made some homemade brownies. It was all Beel could do not to transform and start knocking on the door, but he figured he better wait until he heard the shower turn off again. He didn't want Jon to be out of sorts or not ready.

He couldn't wait, though. He knew it was risky, but he transformed in Jon's bedroom, checking out his outfit and making sure he looked good. He kept an ear out for the shower turning off or the bathroom door opening, because it would be just his luck that Jon would forget something and come in and find him. He thought he looked good. Hopefully. He did the distressed dark jeans and a sweater again, although he made the jeans look slightly different and did a different color sweater.

As soon as the water was off, he was outside the door. He waited a minute (ok, maybe thirty seconds), and then he knocked loudly on the door.

He had excellent hearing (demon, after all), and he heard Jon mumbling frantically under his breath. Shit. He should have given the guy time to get dressed. He was an idiot.

"I'll be right there!" Jon shouted from inside the apartment, and he heard frantic rustling.

"Take your time—I'm not going anywhere," Beel said back through the door. He thought he heard a chuckle, which was definitely a good sign.

Jon opened the door three minutes later, his hair still damp, his feet sockless, but his clothing on and straightened out.

"Sorry, just got out of the shower," he blushed, dragging a hand through his wet hair.

"Mmm, you could've met me in a towel. I wouldn't have minded," Beel flirted.

Jon blushed bright red and moved back, inviting him in.

Beel was bound and determined not to be awkward, and if this was a third date, it ought to start with a kiss, no? So he walked in and pushed the door shut behind him, cornering Jon against the wall. "May I?" he asked, leaning in slightly, not quite touching yet but making his intentions clear.

Jon nodded his head, that beautiful skin flushing again. His petsitter—maybe even his boyfriend?—was so damn adorable.

Beel leaned the rest of the way in and pressed his lips to Jon's, letting the kiss slowly build. Just soft pressure at first, then a flick of the tongue, and eventually open mouths, tongues hesitantly touching. Beel didn't let it get out of control—he didn't want this to be just sex—so with a final nibble on Jon's lower lip that had them both groaning, he pulled back, resting his forehead against Jon's.

"Hi," Beel murmured. Yeah, it was awkward, but Jon smiled, so he figured it was ok.

"Hi yourself," Jon whispered back.

"I'm really glad to see you. I thought about you a lot over the last two days. I had a great time the other night, and I couldn't wait to hang out with you again. I mean, like, hanging out, too, not just… you know, the other stuff," Beel admitted, blushing himself now. Always with the awkward. He wanted to smack himself in the head.

Apparently, for some inconceivable reason, Jon seemed to like his awkwardness, because he grinned broadly and said, "Yeah, me too. I had a great time with dinner and the movie… and with the other stuff," he added, his face red but a cute little smirk on it.

Beel couldn't help it; he gave Jon one more kiss, but he didn't let it drag out before he stepped back. "So, what's the thought for tonight? I probably should have asked if you wanted to go out or something," Beel realized suddenly. Fuck. He knew Jon had cooked, but he still should offer, right? He frowned. He didn't know any good restaurants, but it really wasn't fair to keep asking Jon to host him.

"Oh, well, I thought maybe I'd cook and we could hang out, but we can go out…" Jon started.

"That sounds perfect! As long as you don't mind, I mean. I just realized I didn't really offer to take you out, and of course I should have, but I just didn't think of it—" Beel rambled, but it was Jon who kissed him this time, cutting him off.

"I made a casserole. Beef and noodles, but if that's not ok…" Jon began.

"It's awesome!" Beel assured him. "Can I help?"

"Sure, although not much to do. I just have to throw it in the oven," Jon said, leading the way to the kitchen area.

He motioned Beel to take a seat, grabbed the casserole from the fridge, and put it in the oven (which he must have wisely set to to preheat while he showered), and then offered Beel a drink. They both took wine, and Jon came over and sat by him.

They chatted about their jobs, and although Beel had that whole support worker story all figured out, he mostly talked about how he had worked for a lot of different companies (demonic departments, but whatever) basically doing temp work, running errands, and doing whatever odd jobs were required of him. He had a few funny stories about management to tell that got a chuckle out of Jon, and Jon shared some customer horror stories that had Beel laughing.

They had sixty minutes while the casserole cooked, and Beel had no idea where the time went, because before he knew it the timer was going off.

The casserole was delicious, but the company made it even better. They both stuck to their one glass of wine, and they lingered over dinner. They talked about their families, and Beel stuck with the foster story, although he told Jon he was lucky to have a found family and was very happy with them, so Jon shouldn't worry. Jon talked about his folks and an older sister, and he got along with everyone. Beel was glad he didn't have to deal with a rough family, although Jon did say that some of his extended family wasn't the most supportive.

Eventually talk turned to work again. Jon talked about his love of animals, and he admitted that he had thought of becoming a vet before he decided he couldn't deal with the heartbreak of the sad cases. He'd apparently trained to be a vet tech and had done some time in the job before he'd inherited a bit of money from a grandparent and decided to open his own shop. His eyes shone as he talked about his passion for animals.

"I love my job, aside from a few awful customers," Jon chuckled. "A lot of regulars come in for advice. I guess I bring some of my vet tech knowledge to helping people out, but I don't have to see the serious injuries and get heartbroken. Maybe I'm too soft, but I just couldn"t handle it."

Beel reached over and squeezed his hand. "That doesn"t make you too soft. It means you have a heart. You're a good person, Jon. You have the purest heart I've seen. You're amazing."

Jon blushed again—a look Beel was growing to love more and more. He loved how Jon's fair skin showed all his emotions.

"What about you, though?" Jon asked. "You don't seem fulfilled doing the temp work. I know you said you have found family that supports you. Have they ever pushed you to discover your calling in life?"

Beel chuckled a little. "They think my calling in life is to laze about, relax, and watch television."

Jon looked a little outraged on his behalf, so Beel added, "They'd be supportive of anything I wanted. I guess… I guess I just never thought about wanting more. I've been stuck in a rut for eons doing menial jobs, and I know it is important work in the long run, but you're right—it isn't fulfilling. When I was lucky enough to find my family, just being there for them and finding my place was enough."

"Yeah, but it sounds like you have your place now. Maybe it's time to think about what else you want, you know?" Jon looked a little sheepish then. "Not that I'm trying to push you or suggest anything. I just love my work, and I guess I just want to see everyone feel the same way."

"There's nothing wrong with that. You're right, too. I do need to think about what I want in life. I always… Well, this may sound silly, but I always liked listening to people. Helping people out, you know? I realized that with G—" Beel just managed to cut himself off before saying the name Gabe. He thought fast, changing it to "Gage."

"The guy who's like a brother to you?" Jon asked, either ignoring or not hearing his hesitation.

"Yeah. He always came to me with his problems. It felt really good to listen, and I felt like maybe I helped him a bit. I was actually going to leave—just kind of pick up and move out— early on, and he came in all upset one day, and I just couldn't go. I knew I needed to be there for him. And it felt good." Beel shrugged, feeling kinda silly admitting that.

"You know there are social work programs and stuff. You are really easy to talk to, and I think you'd do great with teens. You have that very cool vibe—they'd love talking to you," Jon encouraged.

Beel smirked a little. "Very cool vibe, huh?"

Jon got that adorable pink tinge to his skin and got up to start clearing the table. "The tattoos, and the piercings… you're very cool. And very hot," he admitted, turning away with the plates.

Beel managed to catch up with him at the sink. He grabbed the dishes from Jon's hands and placed them down, then he backed Jon against the counter. Jon placed both his hands on Beel's chest and his tongue reached out to lick his lips, making Beel imagine all sorts of dirty things.

"Fuck. You are so fucking sexy," Beel murmured.

Jon looked up at him, startled. "Me?" he asked.

"Fuck yeah, you. I love it when you blush and get all pink," Beel admitted, making just such a thing happen. "I love how I can read how you're feeling. Your body is fucking amazing."

"I'm not some gym rat…" Jon started.

"No, you're soft in all the right places, cuddly and sexy. And you're hard in all the right places," Beel joked as he thrust his hips against Jon's, their cocks rubbing against each other.

"I'm not… big," Jon admitted shyly, not making eye contact.

Beel lifted his chin, looking him in the eye. "You're fucking perfect. You were the most delicious dick I've ever had in my mouth. And I would be thrilled if you wanted to put it anywhere else. Although there will also be no complaints if that isn't your thing, and I'll happily make you feel good however you want. I just want to be with you, Jon, and I'm open to anything. You're fucking sexy as hell, and I want us to come apart in each other's arms."

Jon was blushing again, but his dick was still very hard and pressed up against Beel. "I'd like that," he whispered. "And I'd like anything you would."

Beel kissed him again, their mouths licking and sucking, teeth nibbling, grinding their hard cocks against each other. Beel thought they could probably come like this, rubbing on each other against the kitchen counter, but that wasn't what he wanted.

He wanted to be closer to Jon. He wanted naked skin and intimacy and eye contact. He wanted to please Jon.

"What do you want? Tell me, love. Anything," Beel panted against Jon's lips, their hips still thrusting.

Jon didn't answer; he seemed shy to ask for what he wanted, but Beel had patience.

"Hmmm? What would make you come apart? You want me to suck you? You want to suck each other? You want our naked bodies to grind up against each other? Do you want to fill me up and make me beg? Or do you want me to fill you up?" Beel murmured, trailing kisses along Jon's neck between questions.

Jon moaned at each suggestion, but his hips jerked at the last, and Beel thought maybe they had a winner. He wanted to be sure, though.

"Is that it, love? You want me inside you? You want me to press my fingers into you, open you up, find that spot that will make you moan? Then slide my dick into you, hitting you in all the right places? You'll squeeze me so tight, and I'll be so hard inside you. We'll be skin to skin, connected. I want to see your face when I come inside you," he murmured.

"Shit. Fuck. Yes," his precious petsitter said, and Jon's mouth crashed against his.

Jon pushed him back and pulled Beel's sweater off, and Beel did the same to Jon's shirt. Yes, naked was definitely a plan he could get behind.

Somehow they were kissing and unbuckling each other's pants and fumbling their way through the apartment, Jon leading the way and pulling him along. By the time they got to the bedroom door they were both naked, clothes strewn behind them across the apartment.

Beel had a moment of hesitation at the doorway, and he wasn't even sure why (because he wasn't exactly thinking clearly), but the lights were off and the aquarium was dark, and before he could think about redirecting them, Jon had pushed him onto the bed, pulled open a nightstand drawer, and thrown a condom and lube on the bed next to Beel's hand. Then Jon was straddling him and kissing him again, their hard cocks rubbing up against each other, both of them moaning.

"You wanna ride me, love?" Beel asked. "Fuck, you are so sexy."

Jon blushed again, but he leaned forward, looking into Beel's eyes. Beel held eye contact, reaching up to trace a hand across Jon's face reverently.

"So beautiful, Jon. Hells, you make me feel so good," Beel whispered.

Jon smiled, staring at him, and Beel felt… something. A moment of connection deeper than before. They stared at one another, their eyes locked, and Beel felt a pull in his chest toward Jon. His man was perfect. Beel had thought he was lucky to have found family, but apparently his luck knew no end, because Jon was everything.

He leaned up slightly, and Jon leaned down, and their mouths pressed together again, softly and sweetly, and Beel had a weird urge to cry at the depths of emotion he felt. Jon must have felt something too, because the kiss stayed gentle and soft.

"Need you inside me. Need to feel you," Jon whispered, and it was all the encouragement Beel needed.

He grabbed the lube next to his hand as the kissing grew frantic again, but managing the bottle one handed kinda sucked, so he just demonically lubed up his finger, and then he was pulling Jon forward by his ass so he could reach around.

Jon moved up a bit, his dick leaving a wet smear up Beel's stomach, and fuck if that wasn't hot as all hells too. Jon was leaning down, and Beel reached up to suck on his shoulder as he pressed a finger into Jon's tight heat. The moan Jon gave made him suck harder.

"Oh, fuck. Yes," Jon ground out as Beel's finger slid in deeper. Beel pressed around, finding the soft bundle of nerves and pressing against it, making Jon pant out, "More."

Beel was happy to oblige. He slid his middle finger in too, feeling Jon stretch around him. Fuck. The little mewls and sounds coming out of Jon's mouth were going to be his undoing. He sucked and bit gently at Jon's skin, making Jon buck against his hand, and his own dick jerked in response.

Like Jon could read his mind, he said, "In me. Please. Need to feel you."

"Don't wanna hurt you," Beel murmured, but Jon was moving his body back, and Beel pulled his fingers out. He knew humans were particular about protection, although he was a demon and didn't need it, but he didn't want to do anything to upset Jon, so he demonically got himself into a condom and lubed up.

Jon's hand was reaching against the comforter, and Beel told him, "I'm already slick and the condom is on. Ride me, love. I need to be inside you."

"Fuck, yes," Jon moaned, and he slid backwards. Beel held his cock up with one hand, watching Jon's face intently, and Jon stared back at him as he lifted his hips, his hands on Beel's chest, and managed to line up with Beel's cock.

The first press inside made them both moan and pant, and Jon paused, the tip inside.

"Hells, you feel fucking amazing," Beel said, reaching up with his other hand to press his palm against Jon's face.

They stared into each other's eyes, another moment passing between them, and then Jon slid the rest of the way down, his eyes fluttering closed as he took the rest of Beel's cock.

"Jon, love, you feel so fucking good," Beel murmured, and Jon opened his eyes to look at Beel again.

"Yes. God, yes," Jon moaned out.

Then they were moving, Jon lifting his hips up, and Beel thrusting to meet him as Jon slid back down. Fuck, it felt fucking amazing. He tried angling his hips a little differently, and he must have hit just the right spot, because Jon gasped, his eyes fluttering shut.

Beel angled his hips that way again and again, and their pace grew frantic. Beel wasn't going to last at this rate, and he needed Jon to come. He needed to see his man fall apart in ecstasy.

"Look at me, love. You are so fucking amazing. You feel so good," Beel whispered.

Jon opened his eyes, looking down into Beel's face. Beel took one of Jon's hands and clasped it in his own, pulling Jon down toward him just a bit, their faces closer. That little adjustment seemed to do it for Jon, because Beel could see the pleasure on his face. Hells, it was almost like he could feel it himself.

Beel's hips thrust up again and again, both of them panting, their eyes locked. Beel felt his orgasm approaching, and he was ready to reach for Jon's dick with his other hand, but Jon's eyes fluttered, and he whispered, "Oh fuck, oh my god, yes."

His cock shot ropes of cum out across Beel's stomach and chest, and his ass squeezed down on Beel's cock. With his own moans, Beel let himself go, his orgasm riding over him like a shockwave.

Their movement slowed and halted, and Jon opened his eyes, looking down at Beel. Beel stared back at him, resisting the insane urge to confess feelings it was far too early to confess, so instead he leaned up and kissed Jon, their lips gliding together sensuously.

When Beel felt Jon's arm tremble, he pulled him down onto his chest, his softening dick sliding out of Jon. They both moaned a bit at that, and then they both chuckled. Beel did a little demonic clean up, hoping Jon would be too blissed out to notice—he didn't want his man laying in a sticky mess, and he had plans to have a bit of cuddle time.

Jon slid over a tiny bit so he was half on the bed and half resting in Beel's arms, and Beel brought his arms up around Jon, holding him close. He let one hand softly glide through Jon's hair and used the other hand to rub Jon's arm that was resting against his chest. Jon lightly caressed Beel's chest, too, and all the skin and warmth and cuddles lulled Beel into a soft, warm, fuzzy place in his head. He leaned down and kissed Jon against the forehead, and Jon sighed happily.

Best. Date. Ever.