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Glenn thought the point of dying was getting to rest in peace, but there was no accounting for the whims of ”King Jodie” who had really let the infernal power get to his head. As if his head needed to get any bigger.
Time made less sense down here, and Glenn was finding it hard to keep track of how long he’d been dead. First thing in what he assumed was the morning (he’d certainly been asleep up until it happened) there was a loud thumping at his front door, and when he opened it there was a large and slightly flustered looking bat. He’d sort of expected hell to have bats, fiends, probably spiders, all that shit. It was the front door that gave him pause; Hell was surprisingly comfortable.
The bat cleared its throat and in a high pitched squeak announced “King Jodie requests you meet with him today. And he says that by request he means ‘you have to turn up or I will kick your ass in to next week’.”
“Heh- I’d like to see him try.”
“Ok, shall I tell him that, or-”
Something Glenn didn’t like made the words he wanted to say stick in his throat, as though some force beyond him was actively preventing him telling Jodie to get fucked.
“Ah yes” the bat said “should have mentioned it’s a formal request. From the King. So as a resident of Hell you can’t actually say no.”
“That’s bullshit!”
“Hmm, yes, unfortunate. Anyway, he’s at his home so whenever you are ready.” And with that, the bat vanished and Glenn slammed the door as hard as he could; the only kind of protest he was allowed.
When he arrived at what the bat had called a home, it was clear it had meant to say palace. He knocked at the door with his boot. Really hard. It swung open with no one behind it because everything was stupid and magic here, and as Glenn crossed the threshold he heard Jodie’s voice call out
“Shoes off. I’m in the kitchen.”
For a moment, he considered leaving his boots on, drag horrible Hell dirt through this ridiculous house but wearing shoes in the house was more abhorrent to him than the thought of pleasing the Asshole-Of-The-House.
Nick’s shoes weren’t by the door, so he obviously wasn’t here, but he had to be somewhere; kids were always somewhere, right?
He attempted to stomp into the kitchen in his socked feet and slumped in to a stupid carved wooden chair that was ridiculous in a fucking kitchen.
“Drink?” Jodie was standing at a counter, fiddling with whatever passed for a coffee machine in Hell.
“Got anything stronger?” Glenn hadn’t actually been offered anything specific but whatever Jodie had, he would want something stronger. From the fridge, Jodie pulled a glass bottle with ’Dante’s Inferno Pale Ale’ on the label. “What d’ya want, anyway?”
Jodie sat in the chair across from him.
“Yeah, about that. I know something about you, and while I’m evil and everything, I just feel… Yucky that you don’t know I know.”
A million possible offenses, secrets and transgressions ran through Glenn’s mind, things he had been keeping hidden or just forgotten about until this exact conversation and his stomach felt like it was about to fall out of his ass.
“You don’t know shit. Anything you think you know is lies.”
“You didn’t father Nicholas.”
“Jesus fuck, this again? I thought your weird mom answered that one. He’s mine. My son in every way, except chronologically. Dick.”
“No, not like- you might be his father, but you didn’t sire him.”
“Sire? What the fuck?” The realization of Jodie’s accusation filled him with, what he considered to be, righteous anger. “Oh! I see how it is, it’s a dick waving competition. Well how about I kick you in your danglers and you kick me in mine and we’ll see who’s more of a man then.”
“I know you’re a man. Now.”
“… What do you mean, ‘now’?”
Jodie sighed “You married a woman, right? So how come you ended up carrying Nicholas?”
“Well, Doctor said Mor couldn’t and other than the ball ache of coming off my hormones, I could, so I did. It’s what she wanted.”
“Ok, the only difference between the timelines, was that she chose me, but she was still the same woman, pretty much.”
“So?”
“So, when our doctor told us having children would kill the woman I loved, I didn’t have a second uterus just laying around. Instead, we had to hire someone, and when an old friend of Morgan’s from her college days said they knew someone in serious need of money-”
“Oh shit”
“Oh shit indeed. You didn’t look like this” he gestured to Glenn’s overall appearance “There was less beard and more awkwardness, so I wasn’t certain about the man thing. But it was definitely you. You wanted $10,000 which was way less than anyone else wanted, so we agreed.”
“$10,000? Oh… Tits.”
“What’s the matter? Regretting not asking for more? Think you should have squeezed me for every penny?”
“No, literally, tits. Mor paid to have mine off, not long after Nick was born- didn’t need them anymore, after all. It was inheritance or some shit. But I guess, if I didn’t have her, I’d have to find another way to fund it. Explains the no beard too, she sorted out my hormones.”
Jodie looked at him quizzically and took another sip of coffee before asking “How did you and Morgan get Nicholas?”
“Found some clinic in the middle of nowhere that could promise Asian sperm that definitely wasn’t Dad’s.” Jodie wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, the guy needed money so nearly every clinic in the country has stores full of ‘William Close, Musician’ going spare. But this one had some guy that made regular donations and definitely wasn’t related to me.”
He took a big swig from the bottle. This was a lot to take in, and the timeline fuckery was making it harder still. He couldn’t remember any of this; he’d apparently met Jodie before, more than once. To him there was nothing but the memory of Morgan’s smiling face in the horrible clinic, and then seven years of her love before she was gone from his life. There was no selling his child or his body like some sort of commodity. It didn’t feel great.
“Was it Speedy Solutions?”
“What?”
“The clinic where they did your insemination, was it Speedy Solutions?”
“Uhh yeah…”
“Shit, well that answers a few questions. When I was at college, before I met Morgan, I used to, uh, make ends meet in the same way. It’s how we knew about the clinic when we needed it. In your timeline, without the second income, I probably never stopped.”
It made a horrible kind of sense, it explained why Nick had looked the same even after the switch around. They were both his father and always had been.
“Was the receptionist a bitch in your timeline, too?”
“Yeah, horrible old bat. Didn’t matter in the end of course.”
“You have to start explaining your thoughts all the way through, man”
“The first time, at the clinic? Didn’t work, so we were going to have to go back. But you suggested we skip the clinic to save money.”
Horrendously, that did sound like something he would do. He’d hated that clinic and was over the fucking moon when they’d got it right first time so he’d never had to go back. But if they hadn’t gone to the clinic it wasn’t fully clear how Nick got in there. He hoped it involved a turkey baster, but considering the slightly uncomfortable looks Jodie was giving him, Glenn suspected the worst.
“You didn’t…”
“Impregnate you the ‘old fashioned way’- your words, by the way- Yes. I did.”
’Why did they not use the turkey baster?!’ Surely it would have been easier, or at least wouldn’t have involved Jodie’s hands on him.
The thought made him feel hot and angry. That Jodie had seen him at his most vulnerable, touched him, known him in ways he could not have known him back.
He tried not to picture it, Jodie on top of him, rutting and sweating away, coming in no time- probably a huge disappointment all round. Some sick part of him was curious though, what had it been like? Nick had been brought into this world in a way that felt like a violation of his very self. Would it have been different if it had been more intimate?
Jealousy flared up in his chest, that he couldn’t explain; it had been him after all. And it wasn’t like he wanted Jodie anywhere near him. He probably just missed being touched; death, it turned out, was quite traumatic.
“So you cheated on Morgan?” He asked with the intention to hurt.
“What.” Jodie’s voice was like ice.
“Well, you just said you didn’t know I was a man, then you fucked me, Bet you loved it too, knowing I couldn’t say no”
Jodie leapt from the chair and grappled Glenn, knocking both chairs to the floor. Glenn felt his back hit the wall.
“Say that again.” Jodie spat.
“I’m just sayin’, I successfully avoided screwing anyone else my whole marriage and a good five years after she died just out of respect.”
“It was your fucking idea, asshole.”
“Oh sure, that seems likely. Me just begging you to fuck me, I bet it was really pathetic. You don’t seem the type to focus on getting me off.”
Something blazed behind Jodie’s half demonic eyes, a mix of anger and something Glenn couldn’t identify. The collar of his shirt was pulled tight over his throat and although it wasn’t stopping his breath, the pressure on his windpipe was concerning.
Jodie’s new found strength meant fighting against him was ultimately pointless and when his weight shifted, Glenn prepared for the inevitable punch to the face. He felt Jodie’s leg move, he was expecting a shot directly to his crotch.
What he didn’t expect was for the knee to stop short, pushed against the wall between his legs, and before he could ask “What the fuck?” Jodie had pulled him forward just an inch and smashed their mouths together. There was no warning as his tongue was violently forced into his mouth.
In a snap decision, Glenn grabbed at Jodie’s waist and opened his mouth wide, allowing his tongue to slide back against the one intruding past his lips.
Glenn realized what the knee had been for as he rolled his hips forward; grinding against the tensed thigh with a rumbling groan.
Jodie pulled back and panting heavily, looked at Glenn with surprise and it was clear now what the earlier fire had been; lust. It was lust. Clearly he’d made an impression the last time.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Glenn asked.
“Proving a point. What are you doing?”
“Well at first I was fucking around, but I think we are moving into the find out portion of the evening.”
“God, I hate you so fucking much.”
“I get that a lot. Wait, you aren’t using that weird Demon King thing on me, are you?”
“Do I really seem the type to magic you in to sex?” Glenn inhaled “Actually don’t answer that.” Jodie said before he could even respond, and pressed their lips together once more. They resumed their violent kiss, Glenn catching his lip on a tooth; the metallic taste of blood mixed with their spit.
Jodie’s hands wandered from Glenn’s jacket collar, down over his sides and round to cup his ass, dragging him roughly over his thigh once more. Glenn hissed with each drag of denim on denim and moaned as Jodie lifted his leg with each rock of his hips.
Clearly becoming impatient, after only a few minutes, Jodie shifted lower, wrapping his arms under Glenn’s legs and lifted him off the ground. Glenn made a noise of confusion, then several of affirmation as Jodie slammed him back against the wall once more and he was able to wrap his legs around his waist. The hands on his ass gripped harder as Jodie ground his hips forwards, crushing Glenn between the wall and his-
“Jesus, fuck is that because you’re all demon-y now?” he broke the kiss in his surprise. He definitely would have lost the dick waving contest.
“Huh? Oh, no, it’s pretty much still the same as it’s always been.” Jodie said with a smirk.
“Fuck me…” Glenn meant it as an exclamation, however Jodie heard it slightly differently.
“I am trying, if you could shut up for even a second.”
He slotted their lips back together and rubbed the not inconsiderable length of his half hard cock against the sensitive place between Glenn’s legs. It was honestly starting to chafe, but each roll of Jodie’s hips was lighting up all his nerves; pushing him surprisingly close to the edge. Who knew that being picked up like this would do it for him? Perhaps he should have tried harder to get to know Darryl before he finally notices how he felt about Henry.
His thoughts of Darryl’s arms were quickly replaced with thoughts of ‘Oh God yes’ as Jodie shifted his mouth along Glenn’s jaw and began deep sucking bites down his neck all while he attempted to grind him in to paste against the wall.
And it was working, his boxers were becoming sticky and uncomfortable, and he kept moving his hips to keep the pressure exactly where he needed it. With each bite and thrust he could feel his orgasm building, he tried to get faster, grind harder, do anything to push him over the ledge. Any second now. Just. Almost there…
Then Jodie pulled back and Glenn was about to throw a massive tantrum. He was whining at the orgasm denied.
“Bedroom. Now.” Jodie growled- Glenn didn’t know he could growl. This demon thing was full of surprises. He expected to be put down and to have a painful walk to the room as he tried to recover from his serious blue balls. Instead, Jodie carried him upstairs and dumped him unceremoniously on the bed.
“You know my dick doesn’t work the same as yours. You could have let me finish before you got all caveman and dragged me in here. I’d still have been good for it.”
“And where’s the fun in that?”
“The fun in coming? You have done it before, yeah? Cause it seems like it’s been a while for you. I reckon it’d cheer you up.”
“Shut up and take your clothes off.”
“I refuse to shut up.” Glenn said, throwing his jacket across the room and pulling his t-shirt over his head.
Within moments, Jodie was back on top of him, running blunt nails over the exposed skin of his chest, tracing over the scars that, in Jodie’s timeline anyway, were all thanks to him. Straddling Glenn’s hips, Jodie pulled off his own polo. He spent most of his time in a weird point between his human and demon versions. But, in fairness, Glenn did much the same, although he was much less demon-y in general.
With his shirt off, the differences in Jodie were obvious; when they had both been human they had been of a height, and although Glenn had always been a little leaner, there was never more than about 20lbs between them.
Now, hovering above him, it was clear Jodie was nearly a full foot taller and that he now carried a sturdy layer of muscles under the soft fat around his belly. He was also surprised to see a sparse spread of hair over his pecs. It wasn’t much, but infinitely more than he’d ever managed. Glenn reached to run his fingers through it, but was stopped by Jodie grabbing both wrists and holding him in place.
“Not a chance” he said “If I’m getting a second shot at this, I’m not letting you interfere. I’m doing it right this time.”
“Interfering? Don’t you want me to have a good time too?”
“Undecided.”
Jodie bent to resume his work at Glenn’s neck, moving to the delicate skin over his collarbones. He still had not released Glenn’s wrists, instead pinning them above his head. Glenn attempted to protest his restraint by bucking his hips to try and topple Jodie, but the extra weight bearing down on him made this nearly impossible. Then Jodie bit down, sucking the skin between his teeth with the intention of leaving a large purple bruise, and Glenn’s hips bucked again, but this time involuntarily as he tried to get more friction between his legs.
“Can I trust you to keep your hands to yourself?”
“Of course” Glenn lied.
“Thought so” Jodie looked around the bedroom, when his eyes caught on something in the corner. Glenn turned his head and saw the 12ft leather whip resting against the wall, coiling into a small pile. It wasn’t that he was strictly against the idea, but it had to be said that most of his more adventurous toys had come from Spencer’s and were usually covered in feathers.
“Uhh, that’s going to be a safe-word on that one. Don’t know if I can die twice and not keen to find out. Plus you’d be the one that had to explain it to Nick. Or worse, Henry.”
“Don’t be stupid. Or try not to be, anyway.” He reached out and it seemed as though the whip jumped to his hand like Thor’s fucking hammer- Since when has he had magic like that? “Hold still” he said and wound the flexible leather cord around Glenn’s wrists in a complicated if amateur knot. When he was done, Jodie pulled the handle through a gap in the headboard, yanking Glenn’s arms above him; he couldn’t see exactly what Jodie was doing but when he was finished, Glenn couldn’t move his arms more than a couple of inches either way.
“Weren’t you a cop? Handcuffs not kinky enough for you?”
“I just don’t believe you can’t break out of handcuffs.”
‘Shit, there goes that idea’ Glenn thought. “Have you considered that you can suck my whole dick?”
“Sounds like consent to me.” Jodie shuffled back so he was over his thighs and tugged the zipper of Glenn’s jeans, revealing soaked black boxer shorts.
“Lift” Jodie commanded as he tapped Glenn’s hips.
“Big tough demon can’t even take a guy’s pants off himself.” Glenn muttered, but did as ordered, lifting just an inch so Jodie could undress him the rest of the way. Exposed and restrained, Glenn’s heart thundered in his chest as Jodie looked down at him with awe and settled himself between spread thighs. Half dressed and fully hard he slid two fingers over the slit between Glenn’s legs and before he knew what was happening, forced both thick coarse fingers inside him. The burst of pain mingled with the intense pleasure of feeling filled.
Jodie’s fingers worked in and out of him, the pace already hard and fast. It didn’t feel like there was anywhere for this to go, until he felt the warm huff of breath against his skin. He didn’t remember when he closed his eyes, but when he opened them again all he could see was Jodie’s head dipping down between his thighs. The hot burning stretch of the fingers inside him was soothed by the cool wet of a tongue, pressing hard against his dick; saliva ran down and eased the glide of the fingers as Jodie curled them inside, searching for the place only Morgan had ever successfully found before.
Something caught against the internal nerves and Glenn’s hips stuttered upwards desperate for more. In response Jodie used his free hand to reveal the swollen dick enough to suck it between his lips and roll it against his tongue.
More than anything, Glenn wanted to grab his head, hold Jodie in place with those stupid horns, to keep him exactly where he wanted him. With his hands still bound, however, all he could do was shift and raise his hips, trying to find the right sensation to push him over the edge.
At the movement, Jodie began talking; lips barely breaking from Glenn’s skin.
“Oh fuck, yeah, keep doing that, just fuck my face.”
The phrase made something settle deep and hot, low in his belly. Glenn wanted so badly to fuck him the way he asked; to grab him and thrust into his face and down his throat until he couldn’t breathe- but for him it was the kind of request that needed some advance warning. He was just about to tell Jodie to fuck off, or himself, he hadn’t decided which, when Jodie released his dick and wound the arm under his hips; fingers still pumping away, but with the new angle Glenn was able to get a little more leverage and was able to thrust up and against Jodie’s mouth and nose.
Jodie moaned as Glenn pushed harder against his face, rocking in rhythm with the fingers now hitting every nerve he had. If he had the space in his brain for thoughts, Glenn would have been angry about how good this felt. But when Jodie bullied a third finger inside fireworks burst behind his eyes and every muscle in his body contracted as he came against Jodie’s tongue.
He cried out and felt tears forming in his eyes as everything finally relaxed.
“Ow! Fuck, what the fuck was that?”
Jodie sat back up and wiped his shining mouth and chin (and nose) slightly cleaner.
“What do you mean? I’m fairly sure that’s what most people call an orgasm.”
“Yeah, jackass, I know that. I’m surprised you know what that looks like, actually. But I meant your attempt to flip me upside-down and dislocate my shoulders in the process.”
“You know, most people would thank someone for a go like that.”
“Thanks. Jackass.”
“You’re welcome. Asshole”
He leaned forward as if to kiss him, but instead licked a wet stripe up his neck, then ground his dick, hard and hot, against Glenn’s oversensitive crotch. Biting at Glenn’s ear, Jodie whispered “It’s a good thing you liked it. It’ll take better if you like it.”
Glenn’s arms were still restrained so he wasn’t able to pull away properly to register his confusion.
“Take? What will take?” Jodie tilted away, just enough to spread a huge warm and slightly sticky hand over Glenn’s belly, just below the bellybutton. “You fucking kidding?! I’m nearly 60! Also I’m dead. There is no chance of you knocking me up again.”
“Not with that attitude.” He pushed his tongue back into Glenn’s mouth and he could still taste himself on his lips. As Jodie kissed harder, he moved back to cover Glenn’s body with his own and unbuttoned his jeans. Glenn felt Jodie’s breath on his cheek as he sighed with relief at the release of pressure.
Glenn could feel the wet spot of Jodie’s underwear, brushing against the skin of his abdomen.
“Hands? You want them free?”
“Fuck no. I’m not getting involved in this scheme. You want to try and fertilize me, that’s on you. I’m just along for the ride.”
“Suit yourself. Guess I’ll just take what I want.” Glenn barely had time to work out what this might mean before Jodie’s pants were off and he was face to face with the monster Jodie had been hiding in his underpants.
“There is no way your demon shit didn’t have something to do with that. I refuse to believe that’s the penis you were born with.”
“Interestingly it’s closer to the one I was born with. For some reason turning demon reversed my circumcision.”
He demonstrated the intact nature of his cock with a few firm pumps, revealing the shiny swollen head beading with pre-come. Glenn swallowed and found himself wetting his lips with his tongue, his breath hitching as he watched Jodie working himself over.
Spreading Glenn’s legs for better access, Jodie rubbed the head of his cock through the slick wet mix of saliva and excitement that covered Glenn’s hole and dick. Still sensitive from the incredibly vigorous blow job, Glenn tried to hold back his whimpers, with limited success.
“Think we’re going to need a bit of help fitting me in there.”
‘Take that, Mor’ he thought ‘told you I was only a little bit of a slut’
“I guess you would know, apparently you’ve been in there before.”
“Oh we didn’t need it last time.”
“I knew you were lying about the giant cock thing.”
“Uh, no, it’s just last time you were like, 24. And now you...Aren’t”
Was this asshole really complaining that he was old and dried up? Maybe he should be working harder on keeping him wet then. Glenn noticed there weren’t any complaints when he was three fingers deep and working him like a fucking Muppet.
From no-fucking-where, Jodie produced a bottle of lube that looked big enough to service an army and spread it over himself. It made obscene wet sounds, and he was letting small grunts pass his lips with each lazy glide of his hand.
Once he seemed satisfied he was slick enough, Jodie warmed yet more lube between his hands and worked it in to Glenn’s hole, smearing it over the whole area until Glenn was starting to feel sticky. Jodie was really taking his time, taking some sick pleasure in making him wait for it, feeling every twitch and flinch of Glenn’s body.
After an eternity, Jodie lined up and pushed his dick in to Glenn’s waiting hole in one smooth movement; the sheer quantity of lube making it surprisingly easy for Jodie to bury himself up the hilt with a deep sigh of pleasure.
Jodie put his palms on the inside of each thigh, forcing Glenn’s legs so far apart that there was no hope of fighting back, as he withdrew nearly all the way and slowly pushed back in. His eyes were focused on where their bodies met, tracing the way he disappeared into Glenn’s body. With his legs so far apart, every part was on display and he could feel the lube shifting and dripping from inside him.
“Fuck, you take me so well. You feel so fucking good.”
Glenn wasn’t sure if Jodie was even aware he was talking, because he certainly wasn’t making any sort of eye contact; too mesmerized by his own dick. The slow drag of it was causing a weird tingling that he could feel all the way deep inside, a sensation strange and wonderful all at once. But he really would like him to hurry the fuck up now.
Legs pinned, arms tied, Glenn had no choice. He was going to have to beg.
“Will you just fuck me already? You’ve bathed me in lube and had a good look- seen all the sights. So just DO me already.”
“Say please.”
“You- Fucking- Fine. Please will you fuck me. Like you mean it.”
With a slightly cruel laugh, Jodie hooked his arms under Glenn’s knees and bent him fully in half. It was about this time Glenn realized he might have made a mistake, because he was completely helpless as Jodie slammed his hips, driving his dick hard inside, hitting fuck knows what, but whatever it was it made him want to scream.
The slap of their bodies and the obscene wetness was still not loud enough to drown out Jodie’s grunts of effort as he attempted to fuck Glenn in to the mattress, and possibly in to the kitchen downstairs. The sweat dripping off Jodie’s skin was pooling on Glenn’s chest and in his collar bones. With some maneuvering, but without breaking his rhythm, he was able to shift Glenn’s legs such that he no longer had to hold them, and he reached to the place his hands were bound above his head and held the binding tight.
The extra leverage and new position had Glenn’s dick making direct contact with Jodie’s skin, and with every thrust, the soft thick hair was slick as he rubbed against it. It did not take long before the tingling was an intense heat, building and roiling inside him.
He was moaning, the concept of words had left him long ago, and Jodie could obviously sense how close he was, because instead of the mumbled dirty nothings he had been saying, he began whispering words of encouragement, directly in to Glenn’s ear
“That’s it, come on, come for me. I wanna fill you up, put a baby in you, but I can’t do that until you come.”
There was no explanation for why it worked, but Glenn came with a loud cry. Perhaps it was the careful attention being paid to his body, the gentle worship of what he could do and how good he was at it.
“Good boy, you’re so good for me.” and for a moment, he felt good. There was a real risk he might cry; his mind was everywhere and nowhere at all. He was pretty sure hell wasn’t supposed to be this much fun.
Jodie’s hips started to stutter, and Glenn attempted to help him over the edge by meeting his thrusts, although he was very limited with Jodie's weight pressing down on him.
“You are a fucking marvel, Glenn. How are you this good? I almost hope this doesn’t work so I have to fuck you over and over.”
“You keep fucking me like this, I might let you.”
With a final hard slam, Jodie’s whole body seized and Glenn could feel his dick pulsing as he filled him with what felt like an inhuman amount of come- Which made a kind of sense.
The room was silent but for their labored breathing. The bed sheets that had been pedantically neat when they started were crumpled and ruined and Glenn could feel it clinging to the damp skin on his back. Jodie lifted his head and met his eye, and pressed a messy kiss in the approximate area of Glenn’s mouth, gently licking against his lips; Glenn titled his head enough to let it pass between them. He could feel Jodie lazily rolling his hips, humming as he pulled every last minute of pleasure offered by Glenn’s body.
“You ok?” Jodie murmured against his lips, and Glenn immediately resented the implication that he couldn’t handle a good, hard, fuck. He wasn’t some blushing virgin, he was a full grown man whose body could cope with having a dick in it. And Jodie certainly was a dick.
“Yeah, I’d be great if you could get your great bulk off me.”
“So much for basking in the afterglow” he muttered “Alright, clench up.”
“Wait, Wha-?” Jodie pulled out with a wince, but instead of letting Glenn drop back down on to the bed, he wedged a pillow under his hips. Because of course, he was still doing the baby shit; acting as though Glenn was actually going to carry a baby. Even as he lowered Glenn down, like a delicate treasure, Jodie still had the impossible baby on his mind as he ran a finger up Glenn’s taint, gathering the dripping come and Glenn gasped as he forced it back into his sensitive hole.
“Don’t want to waste any” He climbed off the bed and untied Glenn’s wrists. It wasn’t until they were freed that he could feel how hard he had been pulling against his restraint; deep red marks circled both wrists, which he tried to rub clean, but it was obvious that by tomorrow there would be dark bruises that matched the ones he suspected were blooming on his neck and shoulders.
The previously confident, cocky, demonified Jodie Foster was standing awkwardly next to the bed, hands flitting about, undecided if he was allowed to keep touching.
“So, uh, just stay here, I’m going to jump in the shower and, I guess, we should talk about what just happened”
-*-
When Jodie was finished in the shower, he stumbled back towards his bedroom, towel loosely tied around his waist, ready to face the conversation he was about to have about how he really got off tying his son’s father to a bed and trying to impregnate him. It wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have with anyone, let alone Glenn.
He needn’t have worried, as when he got to the room, the bed was empty and cold. Glenn had obviously left a while ago.
Jodie sat on the bed with a thump, because he had not anticipated that not getting to talk about it would be worse than being forced to talk about it. He threw himself back on to the bed to stare at the ceiling and regret his entire life, when he heard something crinkle under his head.
From behind him, he pulled out a receipt from Walgreens for aspirin, Gatorade and $50 dollars worth of candy, but when he flipped it over he saw a note written in all caps-
‘SEE YOU NEXT MONTH, ASSHOLE’