Chapter 67 Chapter Sixty-Three
Demi’s point of view
I drove over to Chris's house.
Not thinking too much, not planning anything. Just... needing to be near someone.
Someone who wouldn't ask questions I couldn't answer.
When he opened the door, I didn't even wait to say hello.
I just stepped inside, shaking from more than just the cold air.
"I... I need to crash," I said bluntly, words awkward and raw.
Chris raised an eyebrow, but his expression softened. "Yeah. You can stay."
It wasn't a question of permission.
He didn't need it.
I just needed to be somewhere that wasn't home, wasn't my bedroom where Alex's absence felt like a physical weight.
By the time we were in his room, quiet had fallen between us.
Neither of us said much.
Not about Alex.
Not about Claire.
Not about anything.
And in that silence, I let myself... lean on him.
It wasn't complicated. It wasn't deliberate. It was just a quiet surrender.
Later, we were lying in his bed, shoulders touching and then…
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Demi leaned in, pressing his lips to Chris's in a kiss that started soft but ignited fast.
Chris hesitated for a beat, then grabbed Demi's shirt, pulling him closer.
Their mouths crashed together, tongues sliding hot and urgent.
Chris tasted like beer, bitter and sharp, and Demi drank it down, hands roaming up Chris's back.
“Yeah” Chris murmured against his lips, breath ragged.
“Fuck, Demi. I need this” He shoved Demi back onto the bed, climbing over him, knees straddling his hips.
His hands yanked at Demi's shirt, peeling it off to expose smooth skin.
Chris's fingers dug into Demi's chest, thumbs circling nipples until they hardened under the touch.
Demi arched up, gasping as Chris's mouth followed, sucking hard on one nipple while pinching the other.
“Chris... please” His dick twitched in his jeans, straining against the fabric.
He reached down, palming Chris through his sweatpants, feeling the thick length swell under his hand.
Chris groaned, grinding down. “You want my dick? That what you're here for?” He bit Demi's shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but enough to sting.
“Yes” Demi whispered, fumbling with Chris's waistband.
He tugged the sweatpants down, freeing Chris's erection. It sprang out, heavy and veined, the head already leaking pre-cum.
Demi wrapped his fingers around it, stroking slow and firm, watching Chris's face twist in pleasure.
“God, your hand feels good” Chris kicked off the pants, then attacked Demi's jeans, yanking them open and down his legs.
Demi's cock bobbed free, hard and aching. Chris gripped it, jerking roughly while leaning down to kiss him again, all teeth and tongue.
They wrestled out of the rest of their clothes in a tangle of limbs, skin slapping skin.
Naked now, Chris pinned Demi to the bed, his body heavy and warm.
He rutted against him, cocks sliding together, slick with sweat and pre-cum.
“I'm gonna fuck you so hard you forget your own name” Chris growled, nipping at Demi's neck.
Demi spread his legs, hooking one over Chris's hip.
“Do it. Make me yours tonight”
Chris reached for the side table drawer, pulling out lube and a condom. He slicked his fingers, pressing one against Demi's hole.
“Relax for me” He pushed in slow, then added a second, scissoring them to stretch the tight ring.
Demi moaned, pushing back, his own hand stroking his cock in time with the thrusts.
“You're so fucking tight” Chris said, voice low. He crooked his fingers, hitting that spot inside that made Demi cry out, body jerking.
“Yeah, right there.” He worked him open until Demi was panting, begging.
“Now, Chris. Fuck me”
Chris rolled on the condom, lubed up, and positioned himself. He pushed in with one steady thrust, burying deep.
Demi gasped at the burn, the fullness, clutching Chris's shoulders.
Chris stilled, letting him adjust, then started moving, slow at first, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in.
The bed creaked under them as Chris picked up speed, hips snapping forward.
“Take it” he grunted, one hand on Demi's hip, the other bracing the head post. Demi met every thrust, legs wrapping around Chris's waist, nails digging into his back.
“So good... harder please” Demi reached between them, jerking his cock as Chris pounded into him.
The slap of skin echoed in the room, mixed with their moans. Chris leaned down, capturing Demi's mouth in a messy kiss, swallowing his cries.
Sweat dripped from Chris's brow onto Demi's chest. He shifted, hooking Demi's legs over his shoulders to go deeper, hitting that prostate with every drive. Demi saw stars, pleasure coiling tight in his gut.
“I'm close...”
“Cum for me” Chris ordered, hand replacing Demi's on his cock, stroking fast.
That pushed Demi over, cum shooting across his stomach in hot spurts.
His ass clenched around Chris, milking him.
Chris followed seconds later, thrusting erratically before burying deep and groaning, filling the condom.
He collapsed forward, breathing hard against Demi's neck.
They stayed like that, tangled and spent, until Chris pulled out gently and disposed of the condom.
He grabbed a blanket from the back of the bed, covering them both.
“Thanks” he murmured, arm draping over Demi's waist. “I needed that”
Chris turned, kissing his forehead. “Anytime, sometimes I question if Alex actually deserves you”
Alex nodded, eyes closing, his heart ached as he heard that.
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Demi’s Point of view
"Chris," I said quietly, staring at the ceiling. "I... I think I like you. Like, more than a friend."
He turned his head toward me, expression unreadable at first. Then he exhaled, slow and heavy.
"Demi..." he said carefully. "I can't. I... like someone else."
The words hit, but they weren't sharp. Not the way Alex's rejection had been. Not the way Claire's presence had been.
"Really?" I was surprised to find out he liked someone. “Who?” I asked, almost afraid to know.
"Kyle," Chris admitted. "I've had a thing for him for a while. It's... complicated."
To tell you I was shocked.
“Kyle???” I immediately sat up staring at Chris in shock.
The boy laying beside me blushed as he avoided eye contact.
“Yeah” he said quietly.
“Since when?”
“For years now, I would always catch myself watching him, staring at him” he started, now looking at me. “I knew I liked him when I would get those dreams about him, I would dream of us getting married, having kids, and then the sexual dreams”
I nodded, understanding immediately, he was just like me.
“Does he know?” I asked as I inched my fingers to his, I looked into his eyes and saw how sad they looked.
“I’m sorry” was all I could say.
Another unrequited love.
“It’s cool Demi, I don’t want him to know, I’m very happy with how things are, just like Alex, if I told Kyle I liked him, he would go totally crazy” he let out a laugh
“We really aren’t lucky in the love department” I said sadly, this is so sad and it’s so unfortunate that we had to fall in love with straight guys.
“We really aren’t” he let out a small laugh.
“I can help. I'll... I'll be here for you. We'll figure this out."
And in that moment, something shifted.
The ache for Alex, the pull toward what we'd had, the impossible longing, it didn't disappear.
But it started to get quieter.
Because I wasn't alone. I had Chris now, someone I can relate to.
And if I could help him, if I could be there for him, maybe that space inside me that belonged to Alex could finally begin to shrink.
We spent the night talking in hushed tones, about nothing and everything.
About our feelings, about our regrets, about Kyle.
I listened. He listened. And for the first time in weeks, I felt... steady.
I didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but for now, being here, being present, being useful, was just enough.