Chapter 49 Chapter Forty-Six
Omniscient Narrative
The library was a tangle of levels and alcoves, with narrow staircases leading to upper floors where the rarer books were kept.
Chris took the stairs two at a time, his sneakers soft against the worn carpet.
He remembered Demi mentioning he liked the third-floor section better because it was quiet, forgotten, perfect for uninterrupted reading.
As he reached the landing, the air grew cooler, the hum of the air conditioning more pronounced.
Shelves towered on either side, filled with dusty tomes on ancient civilizations and forgotten wars.
And there, in the far corner where the light barely reached, sat Demi.
Demi was perched on a low stool, his legs crossed, a thick volume open on his lap.
His fingers traced the lines of text, lips moving silently as he chewed on his pen.
Chris paused in the doorway of the alcove, watching for a moment, admiring the way Demi's brow furrowed in concentration.
He looked so absorbed, so vulnerable in that secluded spot. Chris's mouth went dry, and he stepped forward, clearing his throat softly.
"Hey" Chris said, his voice low to avoid echoing.
Demi's head snapped up, he already knew Chris was there, he could feel him just the second he had began walking up to him but he had to fake surprise not to raise suspicions.
He closed the book with a gentle thud and set it aside.
“Chris? What are you doing up here? I thought you were going to hang out with the guys today?"
Chris shrugged, dropping his backpack against a shelf and sliding onto the stool next to him.
Their knees brushed, sending a spark up Chris's leg.
“Finished it early. Figured I'd come find you instead. Missed your face." He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Demi's cheek, Demi immediately looked around to see if anyone was there but as fate would have it, they were the only ones at that corner.
“Smooth talker. Sit, though, this section on—— is fascinating."
He patted the space beside him, but Chris had other ideas. He scooted closer, their thighs pressing together now, the heat of Demi's body seeping through the denim.
"Tell me about it," Chris murmured, but his attention was on the way Demi's hand rested on his knee, casual yet possessive. They talked for a while, Demi animatedly discussed the book, Chris nodding along, but his mind wandered.
The space was perfect, surrounded by towering shelves on three sides, a half-wall on the fourth blocking the view from the main aisle.
No one had passed by in the ten minutes they'd been there.
The library's closing time was still an hour away, but this floor felt deserted.
As Demi gestured to a passage in the book, Chris's hand slid up his thigh, fingers tracing the seam of his jeans.
Demi faltered mid-sentence, his eyes locking onto Chris's.
“What are you—"
"Shh," Chris whispered, his other hand cupping the back of Demi's neck, pulling him into a kiss.
It started slow, lips brushing, but quickly deepened. Demi's mouth parted, tongue flicking out to meet Chris's, tasting of mint and the faint bitterness of coffee.
Chris groaned softly, shifting to press Demi back against the shelf. Books dug into Demi's shoulders, but he didn't complain, instead, his hands fisted in Chris's shirt, yanking him closer.
The kiss turned hungry, teeth nipping at lower lips, breaths mingling in the confined space.
Chris's hand ventured higher, palm cupping the growing bulge in Demi's jeans.
Demi gasped into his mouth, hips bucking instinctively. "Chris... here? Someone could-“
"No one's around," Chris cut him off, voice rough. He popped the button on Demi's fly, zipper rasping quietly.
Demi's cock strained against his boxers, already half-hard. Chris palmed it through the fabric, feeling it twitch under his touch.
Demi bit his lip, eyes darting to the aisle, but he didn't stop him.
Feeling courageous, Chris tugged the waistband down, freeing Demi's cock.
It sprang out, thick and veined. Chris wrapped his fingers around it, stroking slowly from base to tip.
Demi whimpered, head falling back against the shelf.
“Fuck, that feels good." He said in a hushed tone.
Chris smirked, leaning down to lick a stripe along the underside.
Demi shuddered, his hand tangling in Chris's curls.
"Wait, your mouth?" But Chris didn't wait. He took the head into his mouth, sucking gently, tongue swirling around the slit.
Demi tasted salty, musky, and Chris hummed in approval, the vibration making Demi thrust forward.
Demi's breaths came in short pants, his free hand gripping the edge of the stool.
“Chris... oh god, your fucking tongue...” Chris bobbed his head, taking more of him in, cheeks hollowing as he sucked.
Saliva dripped down the shaft, easing the slide. He used his hand to pump what he couldn't fit, twisting at the base.
Demi's hips jerked erratically, chasing the wet heat.
But Chris wanted more. He pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting his lips to Demi's cock.
“Turn around Demi," he ordered, voice husky. Demi hesitated, glancing over his shoulder, but the alcove's seclusion won out.
He stood on shaky legs, turning to face the shelf, bracing his hands on the books.
Chris yanked Demi's jeans and boxers down to his ankles, exposing his ass- firm, dark cheeks. Chris spread them, thumbs digging into the flesh.
Demi's hole clenched under his gaze, it looked inviting. Chris spat into his palm, slicking his fingers before pressing one against the tight ring.
"Relax," Chris murmured, kissing the small of Demi's back. The finger breached slowly, knuckle-deep, and Demi moaned, pushing back.
Chris worked it in and out, adding a second when Demi started rocking against it. The sounds were shocking, wet squelches, Demi's stifled gasps echoing softly.
"Need you inside me," Demi whispered, voice breaking. Chris stood, fumbling with his own belt.
His cock was rock-hard, throbbing as he shoved his pants down. He slicked himself with spit, lining up the head against Demi's hole. "You sure?"
"Yes Chris, fuck me, please." Demi spread his legs wider, arching his back.
Chris pushed in, the tight heat enveloping him inch by inch. Demi was so fucking tight, clenching around him like a vice.
Chris gripped his hips, bottoming out with a grunt. "So good... your ass is so perfect."
He started thrusting, slow at first to let Demi adjust, but the pace quickened. Skin slapped against skin, muffled by the shelves.
Demi bit his arm to quiet his moans, but they still slipped out- high, needy sounds. Chris reached around, stroking Demi's cock in time with his thrusts, thumbing the head.
"Harder please," Demi begged, pushing back to meet each plunge.
Chris obliged, pounding into him, the shelf rattling faintly.
Books teetered but didn't fall. Sweat beaded on their skin, the air thick with the scent of sex.
Chris's balls tightened, pleasure coiling low. "Gonna cum," he warned, thrusts erratic.
"Me too, inside, fill me up." Demi's hand replaced Chris's on his cock, jerking fast.
With a final, deep thrust, Chris came, spilling hot into Demi's ass. The sensation tipped Demi over, his cock pulsing, cum splattering the shelf.
They slumped together, panting, Chris still buried inside.
After a moment, Chris pulled out, watching his cum leak from Demi's hole. He helped Demi clean up with tissues from his backpack, both giggling nervously about the risk.
They straightened their clothes, sharing lazy kisses before gathering their things.
"That was insane," Demi said, eyes sparkling.
"But it was totally worth it," Chris replied, pulling him close.
“You just had to ruin my studying time didn’t you” he said making Chris laugh at how cute he looked pouting.