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Cole shook the bed with a final thrust into the unseen head bobbing beneath the sheets. His body shuddered and went limp onto the sweat-stained white sheets. A swift kick to the top sheet laid bare his manhood and the blond gentleman providing tongue worship there.
Leo ran his tongue delicately over the demon's nether regions. "I'm good for another go," he said. He paused to massage his jaw and looked up at Cole. "It's no problem."
Cole repositioned his head on the crumpled pillow. Enough is enough he thought. No matter how bad the situation was, Leo never complained. He was just too good-natured. Cole appreciated the white-lighter's willingness to help in this time of physical need, but he didn't want to push his luck.
"Eleven times in one afternoon is more than enough," he said.
He ran a hand through Leo's blond and unusually soft to the touch hair. He wondered if white-lighters used conditioner, or if maybe every day was a divinely good hair day for them. He pulled Leo into his arms and placed soul-smoldering kisses upon the pale pink lips. Leo bestowed kisses soft and fragrant as rose petals upon the demon's lips.
He gazed deeply into the deep blue eyes. Wait. Weren't they supposed to be green. He looked again - they were green. Weird, but nice. This was definitely not something he remembered from any of his training on white-lighters, but then killing them was the prime motive of the training. He thought of light blue eyes. And there they were staring back at him. Leo's light blue eyes blended perfectly with his pale Iowa farm boy complexion and straw blond hair. Innocence was the perfect lure for any demon, especially one as horny as Cole.
"Something," Leo asked, his eyes scanning Cole's rugged features.
Cole shook his head and shared a smile with his fuck buddy. He cupped and stroked Leo's baby smooth pecs. He ran his hands down the sleek torso to Leo's round, peach-firm ass. He grabbed a peach-fuzz covered cheek and kneaded it with his hand. He dominated his partner's lips with a savage kiss, savoring the divine sweetness of Leo's eternally minty fresh breath.
Leo ran his hands over and over through the thick curly fur covering Cole's chest. He tenderly tweaked a nipple, while his tongue explored Cole's teeth. His fingers grabbed deeply at the flesh of Cole's furry pec. He pawed it with the same constant rhythm as the fingers clawing his ass. Gentle tongue probings became loud, sloppy and welcome assaults upon each others mouths and faces. Leo let his hand follow the fur trail down Cole's chest to the little demon's lair, as he called it - the place where few white-lighter's ever dared go. He cradled the ancient, intact demonhood in his hands, giving it long and gentle strokes.
But Cole was spent. Leo knew the demon still had human limitations. The only way around that was for Cole to be in demon form. A form which would immediately try to kill Leo. But fortunately, Leo knew a safer way. He reached between Cole's shifting legs and positioned his hand.
A warm orange glow flowed into Cole's straddle. He felt the same indescribable energy boost he had felt many times before. It penetrated his tender areas, saturating them with its' power. The little demon between his legs flared to life. Its cargo of fluids replenished and overflowing, it squirmed and struggled to impale Leo's thigh. Cole tried to speak, but Leo kept his lips firmly occupied. Only a few garbled sounds managed to escape from between their lips. Cole grabbed Leo's head and pushed their faces apart.
"No," he said with unyielding firmness.
The white-lighter displayed his trademark "needy puppy" look at the aroused demon. "Come on, Cole. We can try to beat your personal best."
"Nineteen times," Cole said out loud to himself. He considered for a moment and shook his head. "As a white-lighter, I thought they taught you. You know. Too much of a good thing and all that."
Leo gave a reluctant nod and grinned. "Demons can be relentless. I just thought that-"
Cole interrupted. "You can be too generous sometimes, Leo." The pained expression on Leo's face stoked the flames of Cole's guilt. He gave a conciliatory rub to the back of Leo's neck. Leo put his hand on Cole's outstretched arm, rubbing his fingers back and forth across the hairy forearm.
Leo noticed the time on the bedside alarm clock and rolled out of his friend's bed. He peeked out of the heavily laced window facing the street, seeing if any cars were parked in front of the house. Satisfied there wasn't, he flexed his back and stretched his arms skyward. The mid-afternoon light cascaded across the thirty-something man, accentuating the masculine curves of his well-defined swimmer's body. Cole sat up in bed, watching slack-jawed. He felt the level of recharged hormones cresting within him. He repeatedly swallowed the excess saliva forming in his mouth. Damn, farm boy was hotter than the unquenchable flames of hell. And those unquenchable flames burned in his crotch once again thanks to those healing hands.
A nude Leo bent over and rummaged through the piles of clothes strown on the floor of Cole's room - the guest room - of the old Victorian home. He pulled a pair of white briefs up his legs and adjusted his maleness to a comfortable position inside them. Cole's eyes never wavered from the captivating jiggle of farm boy's ample produce basket. Cole swallowed twice to clear his mouth. "What... what are you doing," the demon timidly asked.
Leo toyed with a roomy pale orange pullover shirt - a gift from Piper. "Piper and Phoebe are getting off work. Playtime's over."
Cole pouted. "Now? I just got a recharge. The engine is roaring. The pump is primed and overflowing." Leo gave a sincere, apologetic look and continued dressing.
Cole plopped his torso backward onto the bed. He scrunched the ends of the pillow up around his head. "Please...," he said. The familiar scent of his own armpits, ripe from an afternoon of truly non-stop sex, wafted into his nostrils, making the intense need in his loins scream for Leo to release it. He looked at farm boy. Nothing. Cole frowned and switched tactics. He covered him lower body with the sheet and imitated a centerfold pose. He laid on the bed with one arm behind his head, exposing his armpit - Leo's favorite hangout. His other hand laid on his lean abs, his thumb massaging the curly fur on his abs with slow rhythmic strokes. "Looks like I'll have to commit a mortal sin," he said.
"The solo vice isn't a sin or a vice," Leo said without looking up.
Cole cleared his throat. Leo glanced at the demonic beefcake on display and forgot whatever it was he meant to say. Cole blew a kiss and grinned menacingly. Leo chewed on his lower lip - he was caught between a rock and a hard-on. Screw it, he thought. He didn't bother to finish dressing. He hobbled over with tan slacks around his ankles and dived onto the bed.
"Maybe just a really quick quickie," he said to an amused Cole.
The demon pulled Leo's shirt off and tossed it to the floor. His muscular arms pulled the white-lighter closer. In the midst of a soulful kiss, a car door slammed. Both men's eyes bolted open. Cole jumped out of bed, grabbed several wads of clothes from the floor, and ran from the room with a raging hard-on. Leo tried to jump out of bed and landed flat on his face, betrayed by the slacks binding his ankles together. He stood and yanked the slacks up and on. A naked Cole ran back into the room.
"Heard you fall," Cole said, panting like a marathon runner.
Leo watched something out the window. "Piper's home," he said. He glanced at the demon's bare lower half and gave exaggerated nods toward that region.
A frantic Cole looked down. "Oh, right. Clothes." He ran from the room.
"Cole," the white-lighter yelled.
Bare feet in the hallway stomped to a halt and pounded back to the guest bedroom. The demon stood in the doorway, trying to catch his breath. He gestured wildly and finally managed to speak. "What?"
"My shirt," Leo said calmly.
Cole yanked a shirt from the wad of clothes under his arm, threw it in Leo's general direction, and ran from the room. The front door squeaked open. Cole ran back to the guest bedroom. Leo grabbed the breathless, nude demon by the arms and looked him in the eye.
"Isn't this your room," Leo reminded him. "Why don't you shimmer out and get dressed. I'll handle all this."
A red-faced Cole slapped his own forehead. "Shimmer. Right. Not thinking." His body wavered out of this dimension.
Leo grabbed the shirt - Cole's dark blue button-down shirt. He muttered to himself and hastily put it on. Piper's voice called from downstairs. Leo didn't have time to make up the bed and cleanup the room. Instead, he orbed to the kitchen.
* * * * *
A fully dressed Cole wavered into the living room of the Victorian home. He heard Leo in the kitchen doing a masterful job of stalling Piper by derailing dinner plans. Cole listened. The white-lighter had a knack for sounding believably indecisive when he needed to. Hunger gnawed at Cole's stomach and surged in his loins. Being a guy, the hunger in his stomach won out for now. He cautiously poked his head through the kitchen door. Piper didn't throw anything at him, so he walked on in.
"Pasta sounds ok," he said.
Leo fumbled and recovered like an expert. "Pasta? Yeah, pasta. That would be great."
She opened the cabinet to the left of the white refrigerator, but didn't seem to find what she was looking for. She turned toward Cole and Leo. "That's odd," she said, pursing her lips with her fingers, her mind deep in thought. Where was the olive oil? And why was Cole wearing the shirt she had given to Leo for his birthday. Maybe Leo got tired of it. Maybe the guys were learning to work things out and settle their differences. Where the hell did Paige put the olive oil?
Both men exchanged quick glances. "And what would that be," Leo asked.
Piper snapped back to reality. "Hmm? Nothing." She reached into the cabinet next to the stove. "Paige sometimes puts the olive oil next to the stove. That's NOT where it's supposed to go." She selected the extra virgin olive oil and Angel Hair spaghetti and put them on the counter top.
"Guys are on cleanup," she said.
Cole remembered the incriminating condition of his room. The pale-faced demon echoed the word with stuttering difficulty. "Cleanup," he said looking intensely at Leo.
Leo shook his head and shrugged with open hands. "Cleanup."
Piper faced them both. "Elbow grease," she said. "Like Grams used to tell us: If you've got the energy to mess up the place, you've got the energy to use some elbow grease."
Cole puckered his lips in thought. Thoughts that turned to the jar of anal lubricant, coincidentally named "Elbow Grease," sitting half-empty in the nightstand by his bed. He could see it again in his mind's eye: farm boy stretching in the afternoon light... He wanted to fuck Leo again so badly that he could taste the peaches. He craved the satisfaction of farm boy's delicious firm peaches bouncing up and down on his horn. He... Piper's voice startled him from his thoughts.
"Ummm... yeah," he said. "I agree. Elbow Grease." Leo's butt bobbed back into his mind. "Use lots of it in messy... places."
Leo rolled his eyes. Piper gave a slow nod. Cole acted odd and distant at times, even for a demon or a human. Maybe he didn't like washing dishes - most guys didn't. Or maybe he was just having a bad hell day. Hair day. Hell day. She smiled at the cuteness of her pun.
"Good," she said. "Leo can point you to the gloves. You wear them, or do you like getting wet? Me, I like that feeling of protection."
Cole rocked back and forth on the heels of his Spanish loafers. "I like without. But Leo persuaded me to wear a glove," he said, gesturing with his hands in his pockets as he spoke. Leo coughed and glared at Cole. "Gloves. A pair of gloves." His thoughts drifted back to this afternoon's escapades. "Lots and lots of gloves. You should keep a lot of them on hand. Just in case."
Piper gave Cole an odd look and nodded. Leo coughed again at Cole. The demon couldn't resist. "Got something down your throat there, buddy," he said. Cole walked over and gave him a couple of slaps between the shoulder blades.
Piper handed Leo a glass a water. He took a few sips and thanked her. He felt Cole's hand trace a line down his back and pinch his butt. The demon was a smooth operator - Piper never saw what happened behind Leo's back.
"Don't worry," Cole said. "I can give you something for that later. If you're interested."
Leo nodded and handed the glass back to Piper. While she returned it to the sink, Leo flashed several mean expressions and gestured wildly at Cole. Piper turned and saw the last of the gestures being exchanged between the guys.
"Am I interrupting something," she said.
"No," Cole and Leo said simultaneously.
Piper put her hand on her hip. "Uh-huh... You know, I feel like I walked into the middle of something. You boys mind enlightening me?" The two men exchanged glances and shook their heads. She cocked her head to one side. "What's going on? Have you two been into it today?"
Leo stuttered the words. "Into it?"
She cocked her head in Cole's direction, radiating an air of authority that made even demons cringe. "Cole..."
"Leo kept me busy all afternoon," the demon said. "He made sure I stayed out of trouble today."
Piper turned to Leo. "Yeah, all day," Leo said. "It wasn't easy. You wouldn't believe what a pain in the ass-"
"Excuse me," Cole interrupted. "Pain in the ass? That was yesterday. Today? You being a blowhard."
"Blowhard," Leo said in a loud voice. "You scrawny egotistical-"
"Stop it," Piper said at the top of her lungs.
"But he- ," Cole said. Piper silenced him with a finger pointing in his direction. The two men stood, fumed, and glared at each other.
"We've had this talk umpteen times. Demon. White-lighter. Enemies." She pointed off towards the living room and main hallway. Her words were surgical and precise. "Leave it outside." She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and let the river of hostility ebb away. When she opened her eyes both men were gone. Better, she thought.
"I'm going upstairs to change," she said to the room. "When I get back I want to see smiling faces." She repeated the word "smiling" loudly enough so that any unseen entities skulking in the room could hear it clearly. She left the kitchen and headed upstairs.
Cole and Leo re-materialized. The demon walked over to his friend.
"I think she's as fed up with it as I am," Cole said, eyeing the kitchen doorway.
"Gotta keep up appearances," Leo said. Cole nodded in reluctant agreement.
"You think I'm scrawny," the demon asked. "I distinctly heard it."
Leo moved in front of Cole. "Lean," he said, running the back of his fingers against the shirt covering the demon's rock hard abs. "Lean... Athletic... Rock hard..." Cole smiled.
"Hey, guys," a female voice said. A startled Leo orbed out, leaving Cole standing alone in the kitchen with Phoebe. "I interrupt something," she asked.
Cole rubbed the back of his neck. "He had to go do something."
Phoebe nodded. "So why are you wearing the shirt Piper gave to him," she said.
Cole freaked. He shimmered out and back in again. "Good question," he said, trying to think of an answer. He felt heat rushing to his face. "We're trying to... work out our differences. Yeah. Walk in each other's shoes - shirts."
She nodded. "So why did you shimmer out when I asked about it."
Cole lied. "Someone tried to summon the nearest demon. It's like jury duty. You can't say no. Umm...I need to go help Leo do... the thing Leo is doing. In fact, you could help if you wouldn't mind."
"What are we doing," she asked.
He put his hands on her shoulders and shimmered out with her.
* * * * *
Leo orbed back into the kitchen, followed a few seconds later by Cole.
"What did you do with her," Leo asked.
"Rome. Rio. What does it matter?" Leo frowned at him. "All right... local market down the street. Picking up dessert."
Leo unbuttoned the blue button-down shirt he was wearing, freed it from his pants and handed it to Cole. The demon watched the entire strip show intently. Leo slapped Cole's chest with the back of his hand. Cole finally got the idea and pulled off the pale orange pullover. Both men stood and admired each other's torso. Cole flexed his athletic pecs. Leo flexed his ample biceps.
"All right," a female voice said with enthusiasm . "A best chest contest."
Both men covered themselves with their shirts. They saw they each had the wrong shirt and exchanged them hastily.
"Don't mind me boys," Paige said. "You need someone to be the judge?" The two men shared a troubled, uncomfortable look between them. "Oh. Private contest," she said. "Not a problem. Just get back to flexing those big, brawny, big muscles. I'm late meeting some friends anyway." She left the kitchen.
Cole and Leo exchanged glances of disbelief. The sheer lack of privacy in the house after 3PM was astounding. Leo slipped his arms into the pullover shirt and bunched up the collar to pull it over his head. A head popped around the corner of the doorway.
"Leo," Paige said. "Primo arms." She darted off.
He thanked her and finished putting on his shirt. He stood straight and proud, flexing an arm for Cole. The demon mocked what she had said, repeating it in a whiny nasal voice. He slung an arm into the sleeve of his shirt and pulled it on. The handsome demon considered carefully as he finished buttoning up his shirt. "You lost nite-lighter."
"That's the envy talking," Leo said with confidence.
Cole shook his head. "Listen and weep, angel food. She complimented your arms. It was a best chest contest. You. Lose."
"Still the envy talking," Leo said. He put his arm around Cole. "You think Piper noticed the shirts?" Cole shrugged.
Despiration crossed their faces at the same time. "On it," Leo said, orbing out. Seconds later, an excited Leo orbed back. "The door to your room is now closed," he said. "Simple and effective."
"But she walked right by it," Cole said, "when she went to change."
"Oops," Leo said.
"Maybe she didn't notice," Cole said. He grimaced and started biting on his thumbnail.
* * * * *
The two thirty-something little boys stood shoulder to shoulder in the living room, waiting for the wrath from above to rain down upon them. Cole grabbed Leo's hand, squeezing it painfully tight. Piper's voice came down from on high - the second floor.
"Cole," she said. "You might want to make up your bed sometimes. If it's not too much of an inconvenience." Cole exhaled loudly and leaned his head against Leo's. "And crack a window once in a while," she said. "It smells like a locker room in there."
The white-lighter stifled a laugh and patted Cole's head. Cole straightened up. "You know. I think she inspires deeper fear than The Source."
"I kind of got that message," Leo said, pulling his other hand free of the demon's iron death grip.
"What," the voice upstairs yelled.
Leo called to Piper. "Cole and I are going out to get wine. Anything you want instead of red?"
"Something red," she called back.
The two men shook their heads. Cole grabbed Leo from behind and held him in his arms. "I know this great little winery in northern Italy."
Leo relaxed in Cole's embrace. "Chianti? Nice." A troubling thought surfaced. "What about Phoebe?"
"Let her find her own winery." He sniffed deeply of Leo's apple scented hair, which reminded him of beer. What do white-lighters do up there? And why do they always smell so delicious? "You still owe me," the demon said. "Unfinished business from this afternoon."
"I kind of got that message too," Leo said, noticing the large stiffness pressed against the back of his slacks.
The two men became transparent, as Cole shimmered them out of the living room.
"Cole," Piper called from upstairs. "Empty your wastebasket. Ickk! There must be a hundred used condoms in there."
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