Temptation

Emergency Call

"I have to reach Hell right now!", Crowley said.
"And it really can't wait?", asked Aziraphale.
"Angel, I have to report my tempting. And slowing the speed of the Internet down severely will definitely tempt a lot of people to sinful behaviour!"
Aziraphale scratched his head while he thought about what to do.

It had been an eventful day: They had lunch, went to get Crepes after that, Aziraphale miracled away the pain of an old woman that passed them on the street (he didn't report it yet either), Crowley slowed down the Internet speed and then they had dinner.
Somewhere between his miracle and dinner, Crowleys phone had died and Aziraphale didn't have one. And since Aziraphale had insisted on walking around the city instead of taking the Bentley, they couldn't reach hell through that.

All of the sudden, something red caught Aziraphales eye.
"Oh well, look, dear. If that isn't neat!"
He was pointing at a red, old, telephone cell at the end of the street.
"Mh", said Crowley, not sounding very excited.
"Come on, we can at least see if it works, dear", said Aziraphale.
Crowley put his hands in his pocket and started walking towards the phone cell.
Well, walking wasn't the right expression: He was swaying his hips and strutting along the street as of the world was watching him. His world was indeed watching him and failing miserably at trying not too loom at his butt.
"Are you coming, Angel?" The demon turned around and waved his hands, a small smirk around his lips.
He knew very well how much Aziraphale would want to hear those words in a different context, and used that knowledge well.

When they finally stood in front of the telephone box, they both noticed that it was very, very old. The door was opened, and the inside of the box was covered in a thin layer of dust.
"It might still work", Aziraphale remarked with what he hoped was a smile full of hope (it looked rather nervous to Crowley).
"Do you wanna get in?", Crowley asked.
The angel did not expect the question at all.
"What, both of us?" He was shocked and did not try to hide it.
"I mean..."
"It is rather small, isn't it?"
"It'll fit", said Crowley and winked.
He had been flirtatious the whole day, but in the last hour he had taken it to a new level.
Aziraphale was quite excited about this mood of his demon.
"Well, if you say so..."
And with that, Aziraphale stepped into the box, Crowley following behind him.
"Oh god, this is even smaller than on the outside."
Aziraphale coughed from all the dust, then clicked his fingers and the telephone cell was as clean as never before.
However, it was still small.
Very small.
He didn't think of wondering it bigger though, because the sensation of Crowleys body behind him was rather enjoyable.
"I can't reach the buttons, Angel", Crowley mumbled.
"Oh- Oh yes, sure."

Aziraphale did not move a bit. Feeling crowley pushing against his back, leaning into him with his whole body had made him hard. He stretched out his back as far as possible without Crowley noticing (it did not go unnoticed), just to feel his groin against his bottom.
Without thinking, he reached down and gently let his hand glide over his crotch. His breath hitched when he felt his fingers on his hard cock, and he closed his eyes to feel the sensation better.

"Are you actually going to dial the number I told you, or are you just going to masturbate as if I wasn't here?"
Crowleys voice brought Aziraphale back to reality, and he moved his hands up in shock as if he was under arrest.
"I- I wasnt-", he stuttered,terribly embarrassed. What had he been thinking? Apparently, the Angel had lost all self control...
"Need a hand?"
Aziraphale had expected every reaction - angry, disgusted, disappointed - but not that.
"Sorry, what?" He couldn't believe what he just heard.
"For gods sake", said Crowley. He was interrupted by having to gag, then he continued: "Do you need a hand with that? I meant it!"
The demon pressed himself against Aziraphale and he could feel that he was more than just turned on.

"Can I kiss you first?"
The angel barely managed to turn around in the small box, but somehow he did.
Crowley raised one eyebrow and shrugged.
"It's just that I've never kissed you. Ever.", Aziraphale said.
"We definitely should change that", said Crowley.
He leaned in and slowly, their lips met. They both enjoyed the warmth of one another, feeling their breath becoming one, the soft skin touching gently.
Innocently, Crowley stayed that way for a few moments, before Aziraphale made him open his mouth with his tongue. The bitter taste of fire burned his tongue, and he out a hand on Crowleys cheek to pull him closer. He arched himself against the demon, to feel as much of him as possible.
His tongue explored his mouth with great passion, and feeling Crowleys tongue flick against his made him even harder.

It was Crowley who took initiative moments later and put his hands on Aziraphales hips, pushing him against the wall of the telephone box. A small moan escaped Aziraphales mouth, his face was blushed in arousal. Crowleys hand stroked his back, went under his shirt, leaving prickling trails on his skin as he touched him.
Crowley moaned into Anziraphales mouth, not interrupting their kiss.

"I do."
Aziraphale had stopped for a second and almost didn't find the voice to speak.
"Mh what?", said Crowley.
The demon was flustered, his hair was messy from Aziraphales fingers, his lips glowing in a wet red.
"I do need a hand. Help me!", Aziraphale whispered and turned around again.
The demon put his arms around him and placed a row of small kisses around his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
He then reached into his pants, his slim fingers wrapping around his cock.
He did things with his hands that Aziraphale would have never been able to do to himself.
With slow and firm grip his hand moved up and down his dick, making him buck his hip into his hand. He screamed when Crowley put his thumb on his tip, drawing small circles.
He leaned his head back as he got closer to his orgasm.
Crowley did not stop stroking him when he finally came, screaming his name.

His hand rested on the demons arm, his hands still in his pants, while he tried to calm down.
"That... That was amazing!", Aziraphale panted.
Crowley chuckled and his breath tickled Aziraphales neck.
"Do you think you can manage to press the buttons now, Angel?", asked Crowley.
"Oh my goodness! Your call!! I completely forgot about that!"