Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time

Chapter 20

A few weeks pass and Jake has begun seeing Brendon on professional terms to help the musician create his next album. It's no surprise, the high Jake gets just being in The Chosen One's presence. The black eyed demon manages to remain calm and collected, as long as he can express all of his feelings to Kenny afterwards.

"God, Kenny. Brendon just smells so... clean." Jake beams, lounging on his couch.

"He showered, wow. Amazing." Kenneth replies, sitting at the kitchen table; phone in hand.

"No, it's like... it's different. You wouldn't understand."

Kenneth sighs, "Kay..."

It's silent for a moment. Kenneth takes in the quiet atmosphere, preparing his disappointment for when Jake opens his mouth again.

"His songs are so fucking great. I mean, sometimes they're a little over the top. There's times where I have to be like 'Over achiever alert, take a step back there.' I think he likes it when I get all critical like that."

"Amazing."

Jake turns around to look in Kenny's direction, "Do you think I have a chance at kissing him again? And other things? Because I'm feeling pretty confident-"

"He's married, or did you forget?"

Jake huffs in protest, "Sarah won't care."

Kenneth takes two seconds to actually think about it, "Eh, kissing, probably not. Doubt she'd be cool with you sucking his dick."

The taller demon gets offended, "You don't know! Maybe on a full moon or something!"

"Wasn't there one, like, two days ago?"

"Yeah, but Brendon never answered my texts. Guess what, I'm not an animal. I can give The Chosen One some space."

"That stick in your pants disagrees."

Jake gives him the finger before turning back around and checking his phone. He opens the messages between himself and Brendon, admiring the smiley face at the end of the musician's text.

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Buzzing excitement radiates through Jake as he stands in front of Brendon's house. The musician opens the door less than a minute later and pulls him in for a hug. Jake takes in his scent, letting the being's pheromones fill his senses.

Brendon speaks, "So I'm thinking you could check out a new song I've been working on and then we could just fuck around."

Fucking around sounds great to the black eyed demon, "Awesome!" He exclaims. Before getting too wrapped up in the fact that it's basically a casual hangout session for the day, he opens his ears to the sounds around him. For the most part, it seems like there's just the shuffling of Brendon's dogs. Sarah must not be home... good.

The musician offers Jake a drink, which the demon quickly accepts, and they head to the studio.

Brendon pulls up an extra chair for Jake and then sits down to open his current music files. Before the musician plays the audio track, he says, "Usually I can get a rough cut of a whole song pretty quickly, but I just, I can't figure out a bridge for this one."

The musician plays the track, and it's glamorously dark. Jake likes it already. Words of other worldly egotistical leadership flow through the speakers. It's powerful and devious. It's like Brendon wrote a completely accurate song about who he truly is.

Brendon says, "It's a complete exaggeration of my ego, but lately... I've been imagining a villainous version of myself. He wants revenge for something, I don't know. Kinda sounds like a crazy story, I try not to think too hard about it." He laughs awkwardly.