The Half-Blood Giant

Chapter 29: Pleasure and Desire

Pedro struggled to calm himself down and focus on his job for the remainder of the day. He was shaken to his core after his alarming interaction with Hunter. He could tell that kid was going to be a problem. He failed to understand why the giant teen was so hateful towards humans, when he was half-human himself. The logic didn't add up.

He knew he should bring his concerns to the attention of the principal, but after what happened Pedro was desperate to get out of there. He'd meet with his boss tomorrow. For the time being, he didn't want to leave the safety of his office, not with all those giants stomping around in the halls. He shriveled up into himself with terror, like a turtle hiding in its shell, even after the bell rang and the day was done.

He experienced a jolt when a booming knock resounded from above. The door opened and Pedro was relieved to see Ray standing over him. "Oh, thank goodness, Ray! Hi!" Pedro called up to him, getting up out of his chair.

Ray crouched down and swept Pedro off his feet. Pedro beamed as his fears dissolved away. He was relieved that Ray was here. He felt so much safer with the handsome giant around to hold him and keep him protected.

Ray furrowed his brow. "Pedro, are you alright? I can feel you trembling." Maybe Ray was just imagining things, but Pedro seemed pale and jittery.

"It's been a rough day," Pedro admitted. "Look, I know we were talking about going on a date after work today, but to be honest, I think I'd rather just go to your house. If that's okay?"

The giant smiled gently. "Of course. Actually, I'm feeling quite tired myself." He chuckled. "We can have a movie night at home."

As Ray walked home, he asked Pedro about what happened, but Pedro deflected. He didn't want to relive the memory. He just wanted to snuggle up into Ray's big, soft, warm hands and enjoy his company. Ray respected his boundaries and didn't press. When they got home, Ray flopped down on the couch with a groan, setting Pedro down carefully next to him, and shed his shirt and police equipment.

"Are you going to work out today?" Pedro asked.

"Nah, not today. I'm beat," Ray sighed. He winced as he took his shoes and socks off. "Man, I need some new shoes. My feet are killing me."

Pedro grinned. "I could give you a foot massage."

Ray blushed at the unexpected offer. "Oh, no. You don't want to do that. I've been working all day; my feet are all gross and sweaty!" He slid his belt out of his belt loops to give his big belly some breathing room and tossed it on the floor. After a moment of hesitation, he scooped Pedro off the couch, laid down, and gently held him against his bare chest. "Is this okay?" he inquired timidly.

Pedro found himself enveloped by soft skin, pressed between Ray's huge muscular pecs down below and his large hands above. Ray's heart throbbed around him, and his mighty chest rose and fell with his breathing. His chest hair was soft, making the dip between his pecs even more cozy. Pedro felt very small, as he processed the sheer scale of the bones and muscles and organs of the giant's body beneath his skin, yet also comforted and protected. After his frightening, difficult day, this was exactly where he wanted to be. "More than okay. This is divine," he murmured, curling up in heaven.

Ray sighed deeply with satisfaction, and Pedro listened to the air filling his monumental lungs and whooshing back out. Pedro felt like he could fall asleep on his chest, if not for how aroused he was, to be so close to his sexy giant body. Ray shifted around him and groaned softly, grimacing with discomfort.

"Ray, what's the matter?" Pedro asked, idly running his fingers through his chest hair.

"Oh, don't worry about it, it's nothing..." Ray answered, his voice filling his chest. He winced again before confessing, "It's just my feet. They're throbbing and hurting."