Carter closed his eyes and gave himself up to the glorious sensation of being held, and moments later he was asleep.
Chapter Seven
Beez didn’t understand the feelings that were welling up inside of him, but they were pissing him off.
Great, so Carter had aced his test, getting the highest score he’d ever gotten.Whoopy fucking doo. That night, Carter ordered dinner for the three of them, and they sat around talking.
Except that wasn’t quite true.Beezwasn’t talking. The meal was taken up with Carter fawning over Alcy, gushing about how he’d helped him so much.
Beez had no clue why this should have annoyed him as much as it did. So what if Alcy had helped him pass a stupid test? Alcy’s two days were up, and Beez was about to rock Carter’s world. Everything he’d learned from Alcy would fly out of his head, lost in a sea of moans, groans, and whimpers. And why? Because everything he’d learned from Alcy wastransitory. It wasn’t something he’d remember for the rest of his life. On the other hand, when Carter shot his load with Beez buried deep inside him, he’d never forget it.
And yet, it hurt to see Carter gazing so fondly at Alcy. In his long life, Beez had seen many expressions on the faces of the people he’d been with; each a mask of lust, of pleasure, of unadulterated worship. Yet never before had anyone looked at him with the tenderness he saw in Carter’s eyes, and he found it irked him more than it should.
Even before he opened his mouth, he knew the words were born out of the hurt that pulsed through him, but he couldn’t hold them back.
“So, tell me, Carter… What did you learn?” Beez asked, leaning back and folding his arms. When Carter gave him a puzzled glance, he nodded. “Yeah, I wanna know. Tell me about the Theory of Computation.”
Alcy’s eyebrows went skyward. “Really?”
Beez shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
So the two of them started to tell Beez… something. Okay, so they lost him after about ten seconds, and maybe that was an exaggeration, but he couldn’t help but tune out the words as he stared at Carter. The way his throat worked when he swallowed his cream soda. Would his Adam’s apple bob like that when he was swallowing Beez’s load? He noted the gentle curve of Carter’s hips, which would be perfect for Beez to grab hold of as he plowed into that tight hole. The arch of his back as he reached for a book behind him. Would he look like that when he was riding Beez’s cock? Would he lean back, his mouth open as he panted and pleaded?
“Beez?Beez!”
He blinked. “What?”
Carter bit his lip. “You tried, that’s what’s important.”
His patronizing tone got under Beez’s skin. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s pretty clear you don’t have a clue what we’re talking about, but you still made an effort to be included. I think that’s awesome.”
Beez wanted to be angry, but he couldn’t. Carter was right. He’d lost track of the conversation shortly after he’d glanced at Carter’s test paper on the table and… well, that was it.
This stuff comes so easy to Alcy. One time came to mind, so long ago that he couldn’t remember when exactly. He’d slipped surreptitiously into a room where Alcy had been chatting with a young man from China. The man’s face lit up when Alcy spoke perfect Chinese, and the two had conversed like old friends. Watching them had stirred a longing in Beez. Sure, he could speak perfect Chinese too, but since grunts and moans were the same in any language, it was kind of wasted.
Enough of this. It was time to move the conversation onto more familiar ground.
Beez laced his fingers behind his head and rocked back on his chair. “And now it’s my turn. I usually do a little research first, so tell me, how do you like it? Do you prefer to be on your back? Side? Riding on a cock? Hanging from a chandelier? What floatsyourboat?”
Carter’s cheeks were suddenly scarlet. “Oh... I.... um....”
“Hey, don’t be shy. You’re not gonna tell me something I haven’t heard before, not after all this time,” Beez assured him. He buffed his nails against his chest. “Believe me, if it can be done, I’ve done it.”
Alcy rolled his eyes. “Has it ever occurred to you that shyness mightnotbe the issue here?” Before Beez could fire back at him, Alcy laid a hand on Carter’s arm. “Hey… Carter?” His voice was tender. “Are you a virgin?” Carter bit his lip and nodded. Alcy turned to Beez. “We can’t do this,” he said in an adamant tone.
Beez scowled. “The fuck we can't. I’ve opened up plenty of virgins. Trust me, he’s gonna love every inch—I mean every minute.”
The scarlet in Carter’s cheeks had diminished. Now he was pale.
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Alcy said gently. “Just because you summoned up a sex demon doesnotmean you—”
“But what if I want to?” Carter whispered. “What if this is all I’ve thought about for a very long time?” He swallowed, and Beez was momentarily distracted. “I’ll be honest. Listening to Beez scares the shit out of me.” He flushed. “Okay, maybe that was the wrong choice of words, given the circumstances, but…” He squared his shoulders and looked Beez in the eye. “You’d have to promise me something.”
Beez arched his eyebrows. “Color me intrigued.”
Carter took a deep breath. “You have to promise me you’ll… go slow. That you’ll be… gentle.” He cocked his head. “Can a sex demonbegentle? At least, at first, until I… get the hang of it.”