A Deal With The Devil

Chapter Two

When Jayson woke up, he didn't know much, except that his ass really hurt. It took him a moment to remember what had happened, a moment to realize that all of his dreams had come true, he had slept with Grant. 

The demon snored peacefully, fully nude and still mildly sweaty. It was beautiful really, the way his torso glinted in the early morning sunlight.

Jayson had never noticed how pale he was, sure he'd seen the guy half naked, but he'd never had the time to just watch him, to fully take him in. He was gorgeous. 

But the angel was lonely, he didn't want to be alone in the blonde's house, so he did the one thing he could do. Ever so gently, he grabbed his thin arm, shaking him ever so slightly. Grant of course didn't wake up right away, he always had liked to sleep in. But soon enough his eyes were fluttering open, revealing the ocean eyes he adored, the ones that haunted his dreams.

"Hey sleepy head," Jayson smiled down at him.

"Hey?" Grant raised his head a little, realizing that he was nude and immediately sitting up, covering his soft penis with a pillow. "I- We- This didn't happen."

"What? Of course it did," his head fell to the side, his dark eyes were wide and confused. "We-"

"No. We didn't do anything. This was a mistake and it's not happening again," Grant's voice was firm, unlike last night. Last night his tone had been sexy, lustful. But now he seemed irritated with his friend... his lover? "Get dressed."

"Grant... What's wrong? Are you okay?" Jayson asked innocently, he didn't understand why he was so mad- they hadn't done anything wrong, had they? No- it had felt so right. His fingers traced over the now sore rope marks fondly, he had to remember that it really happened.

"I'm fine. I need you to get out of here," the demon stood and began pulling on a pair of sweats, covering his beautiful body. "Now please," he averted his eyes from the dressing angel, as if he were worried he would defile him again.

"Grant I- I'm sorry if I-" he started but Grant snapped at him.

"Just put your fucking clothes on and get out."

This surprised Jayson, they had never actually fought, but it felt like they might. Only if Jayson argued. But instead, he pulled on his shirt and hung his head, limping out of the demon's room. He felt horrible about the one thing he should have been proud of.

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"Jayson? Jayson what's wrong?" Erin began to pester as soon as the angel entered the house, didn't she understand that he didn't want to talk?

"Nothing Erin, leave me alone," he sighed, pushing past his twin and heading to his room. 

"What put you in a bad mood?" She asked again, following him until he shut the door in her face. "You'll have to come out sometime, and I'll be here to talk when you dooo!" She sang.

"Go away," Jayson grumbled, falling onto his bed and staring at his popcorn ceiling.

What had happened? What did he do wrong?

The night had felt like a dream, but Grant seemed so upset, and honestly, it hurt. "What do I do?" He pondered aloud, hoping his sister had left his door to go bother someone else. 

Now he was free to wallow in his misery, debating on whether or not he should cry. It had hurt, knowing Grant regretted something that had meant so much to Jayson. 

But it wasn't like he got much of a say on it, and this wasn't the first time the demon had suddenly shut him out. Sure it sucked, but he would survive, or so he hoped. 

Though he wanted to lay in bed, overthinking and trying to understand the strange blonde, he desperately needed a shower. Now that he thought of it, he wouldn't mind a shower with Grant, the steam rising, seeing Grant nude once more, their slick skin sliding against each other as they- wow. He really needed to stop, to take a few breaths so he didn't end up with a... problem.

So he got up, grabbed a towel, and headed into the bathroom.

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Once he was in the shower, he stood under the scalding hot water, allowing it to drip down his face and into his eyes. This was normally the time when he could be at peace, without any intrusive thoughts, just him and the hot water. But now he was overthinking, he placed his palm against the wall and tried to breathe calmly, but his mind refused to stop wandering.

Instead of making himself miserable, he began to think of the only good thing that had happened in the past few hours. 

Grant behind him, tying his wrists, his voice so sweet, calling him baby... It was heaven. Even better, the sound of Grant's panting as he plunged into him, the feeling of his fingers in his mouth, the tone he used when talking to him, it was too much to bear. 

Soon, Jayson had a problem, his dick had clearly liked his dirty thoughts, and he knew there was only one way to fix it.

He had done it before, he was pure but not that  pure. It was just that- well he wanted what he had gotten the night before, cumming untouched was such an invigorating feeling. Still, he had to do what he had to do.

With his eyes closed, he wrapped a hand around his cock, beginning to stroke himself oh so slowly. His free hand tightened into a fist as he picked up the pace, small grunts coming from deep within as he moved. It felt good, it always did, but now he didn't really have to make up some fantasy. Now he was reliving his night, imagining once again. Grant, hot and heavy behind him, their bodies pressed together, the sound of his moans, holy fuck. In record time, he came, the sticky fluid spilling over his knuckles, some even getting on the wall. It was hard for him not to groan his demon's name as he finished, but he managed. Now all he had to do was make it through the rest of the day, he would manage.

Once he finished washing his hair and body, and scrubbed the cum off of the shower wall, he turned off the water, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a thick towel around his waist, looking up to see himself. He looked tired, hell, he was tired. His wet hair stuck to his forehead, beads of water dripped down his face. Slowly, he moved closer to the mirror, checking his face for zits before locking eyes with himself. His pupils were dilated, obviously he was still a little horny, but that wouldn't go away for a while. Hopefully no one would catch on, but that hope was more than realistic. Sometimes he felt like his family really didn't care, they never really caught on when he was upset. Well, Erin did, but she got annoying fast.

Once he had finished staring himself down, he walked out of the bathroom and headed to his room, oh how long the day could be.