The Known/Unknown Quantity

Chapter 45: Unscheduled Fun Part 3

Chapter 45: Unscheduled Fun Part 3

Something wasn't right.

One minute Aziraphale had been simply fussy, balancing between playfulness and bashfulness. And now....

Now he was laying there next to Crowley, and that bashfulness transitioned into a complete shutdown. He might be right next to the demon, but twisted away, curling up into himself. And yet he was starting to shake with the pent-up arousal.

"Was your teasing just avoidance?" Crowley had to get to the bottom of this. This moment was not going to be ruined. Aziraphale had waited far too long for it.

"Not in the beginning...I still don't know. " The downy curls jostled as the angel's head shook back in forth. "Please, forgive my fickleness." He groaned, and stretched himself out, drawing up the edges of his coat like a blanket, covering himself.

"Just explain it," Crowley told him. "You've been so wide open lately. Why now! Why now do you resist?"

The angel's head rested a foot from Crowley's elbow. It tilted by a hair in that direction, allowing for the demon to lean slightly over his face, and the blue eyes shifted from the tree boughs up above to their Beloved, just at the edge of vision. Shadows from the blocked sun cast mild shadows over the demon's angular face, and left the eyes shimmering pools. Aziraphale starred up into them and let the words fall from his lips," It seems a bit too daunting, my Love, with that ritual so close at hand."

"Too much like...oh angel, not you too." Everyone is so fucking afraid to touch me!

But Aziraphale wasn't shying away from Crowley now. He let himself be caught under the spell of those golden eyes, and let the truth be pulled from his mouth, as bitter as the words may taste. "I'm conflicted, finding it hard to relinquish to my desire for you. I feel guilty for having desire in the first place."

"Now you know that's crazy talk."

The angel nodded it as a simple fact, but it didn't change how he felt.

"Our relationship is not, and has never, been based on that. And you know it."

"Yes, but, does my touch ever make you think of that terrible woman?" Tears escaped the edges of his eyes, little waterfalls dancing away from saltwater pools. " Especially in lieu of upcoming events?"

"I would tell you if you did," Crowley insisted with a hiss, overshadowing the angel as he leaned in and let his thumb brush aside the tears, wetting the angel's cheeks, smoothing over them to encourage a soft smile. "I would shout 'Agape' loud enough to break your eardrums."

In the moments between words the demon's body had slithered inch by inch toward his angel's. Aziraphale was so immersed in the words being drawn out by Crowley's attentions he was completely unaware. Now it became clear. His downy head tossed a little, surprised at how fast his friend could move. The demon leaned the upper part of his body into the angel's chest, pressing down on his piercings, making his presence known through the tingling friction. The angel's head was now caged between the demon's elbows and he leaned over him and hovered, blocking out the sun, his eyes the new day stars in the angel's world. "Angel, you can touch me."

The lower part of the demon remained at Aziraphale's hip. " I want you to touch me." Now Crowley drew the angel's fingers over his shaft. They resisted, and Crowley smoothed them down with his own fingers, and patted them down over his dick. The angel piped a little as the warmth entered his digits. "I want you to consume me, with this," Crowley rubbed Aziraphale's mouth with his thumb, "You want to. I can see you want to."