Page 16 of Starved Until Sunset

It was the magic hour time of day, when the sun was low enough to flood the room with orange light. The light sparked off something on the wall at Demetrius’s eye level, and he stepped into the room to look at it more closely.

A small loop of beads hung from one of those adhesive backed plastic hooks. At the bottom of the beads dangled a silver cross about three inches long. Had that always been there?

“Everly?”

Demetrius smiled and stepped fully into the room. “Hi, Felicia. I’m Demetrius. Your grandson Cody is a good friend of mine.”

She frowned. “Cody?”

He pulled up a chair and sat in front of her. “Yeah, he’s your grandson. He’s…” His mind blanked on Cody’s parents’ names for a moment, the cross hanging just inside the doorway flashing into his mind once again. “He’s your son’s middle boy.”

“Greg?”

“Yes, Greg is your son, and Cody is his boy.”

“You’re Cody?” She looked at him from the corner of her eye. “You don’t look like Cody.”

Demetrius took a breath. This was going to be a short visit, and hopefully he didn’t just upset her.

Demetrius pulled in the driveway and parked behind Cody’s truck. He shut off the engine and gathered up the leftovers from Amelia. The floor lamp in the corner was turned to low, and a college football game was on with the sound muted. Cody sat on the couch, attention on the television. He wore only the gray sweat shorts he’d mentioned on the phone, his chest broad and pale, the patch of brown hair between his pecs looking soft and kissable, and his big bare feet stretched out in front of him, toes digging into the carpet as he watched the play.

“How’s Grandma?” Cody asked, glancing over at him.

“She’s good. I confused her trying to explain who I was.” Demetrius walked through the dining room to the kitchen and placed the bags of food on the counter.

Cody came up behind him. The smell of him washed over Demetrius, and he took a deep breath, pulling it into his lungs. Musk and spice and earth. Whatever pheromones Cody put out, Demetrius was extremely susceptible to them.

“You doing okay?” Cody put his chin on Demetrius’s shoulder and placed a gentle kiss on his neck.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I should know better than try to explain who I am. I wasn’t thinking, you know? Should have just visited with her.”

Cody moved back and put his hands on Demetrius’s shoulders, squeezing gently. “It was nice of you to stop in and see her. Thank you for doing that.”

“I’m happy to.” He tucked his chin to his chest and Cody dug his fingers in with a bit more strength. “That feels good.”

“Got a few knots in there.”

“What a shock.”

Cody chuckled. “Are you saying the life you’re living with me isn’t all rainbows and sunshine?”

Demetrius reached back to squeeze Cody’s cock through his shorts. “It’s not all bad. You find ways to make it up to me.”

“Yeah?” Cody kissed the top knob of Demetrius’s spine just above the collar of his t-shirt. “I can think of a few ways I could make it up to you right now.”

Demetrius slid his hand a little lower and snaked his fingers up the leg of Cody’s shorts. His balls were warm and heavy as Demetrius cupped them in his palm. Cody groaned, and Demetrius moved his hand higher to grip Cody’s cock and squeeze.

“Is that a yes?” Cody’s voice was hoarse with lust.

Demetrius tipped his head back and turned it. Cody leaned in for a firm, tongue-heavy kiss.

“So fucking sexy,” Cody said between kisses. He pressed his erection against Demetrius’s ass and wrapping his strong arms around his torso. The kisses intensified, and Demetrius turned into him, feeling Cody’s dick against his hip. He widened his stance and Cody stepped in closer, grinding against him as he plunged his tongue into his mouth.

“Bedroom?” Demetrius whispered between kisses.

In response, Cody stepped back, breaking their kiss. But then he leaned in for one more, tongue sweeping through Demetrius’s mouth. When he pulled back, Cody’s pupils were wide, his lips red and swollen from the force of their kisses.

“Right fucking now,” Cody said.