“I made a casserole. Beef and noodles, but if that’s not ok…” Jon began.
“It’s awesome!” Beel assured him. “Can I help?”
“Sure, although not much to do. I just have to throw it in the oven,” Jon said, leading the way to the kitchen area.
He motioned Beel to take a seat, grabbed the casserole from the fridge, and put it in the oven (which he must have wisely set to to preheat while he showered), and then offered Beel a drink. They both took wine, and Jon came over and sat by him.
They chatted about their jobs, and although Beel had that whole support workerstory all figured out, he mostly talked about how he had worked for a lot of different companies (demonic departments, but whatever) basically doing temp work, running errands, and doing whatever odd jobs were required of him. He had a few funny stories about management to tell that got a chuckle out of Jon, and Jon shared some customer horror stories that had Beel laughing.
They had sixty minutes while the casserole cooked, and Beel had no idea where the time went, because before he knew it the timer was going off.
The casserole was delicious, but the company made it even better. They both stuck to their one glass of wine, and they lingered over dinner. They talked about their families, and Beel stuck with the foster story, although he told Jon he was lucky to have a found family and was very happy with them, so Jon shouldn’t worry. Jon talked about his folks and an older sister, and he got along with everyone. Beel was glad he didn’t have to deal with a rough family, although Jon did say that some of his extended family wasn’t the most supportive.
Eventually talk turned to work again. Jon talked about his love of animals, and he admitted that he had thought of becoming a vet before he decided he couldn’t deal with the heartbreak of the sad cases. He’d apparently trained to be a vet tech and had done some time in the job before he’d inherited a bit of money from a grandparent and decided to open his own shop. His eyes shone as he talked about his passion for animals.
“I love my job, aside from a few awful customers,” Jon chuckled. “A lot of regulars come in for advice. I guess I bring some of my vet tech knowledge to helping people out, but I don’t have to see the serious injuries and get heartbroken. Maybe I’m too soft, but I just couldn't handle it.”
Beel reached over and squeezed his hand. “That doesn't make you too soft. It means you have a heart. You’re a good person, Jon. You have the purest heart I’ve seen. You’re amazing.”
Jon blushed again—a look Beel was growing to love more and more. He loved how Jon’s fair skin showed all his emotions.
“What about you, though?” Jon asked. “You don’t seem fulfilled doing the temp work. I know you said you have found family that supports you. Have they ever pushed you to discover your calling in life?”
Beel chuckled a little. “They think my calling in life is to laze about, relax, and watch television.”
Jon looked a little outraged on his behalf, so Beel added, “They’d be supportive of anything I wanted. I guess… I guess I just never thought about wanting more. I’ve been stuck in a rut for eons doing menial jobs, and I know it is important work in the long run, but you’re right—it isn’t fulfilling. When I was lucky enough to find my family, just being there for them and finding my place was enough.”
“Yeah, but it sounds like you have your place now. Maybe it’s time to think about what else you want, you know?” Jon looked a little sheepish then. “Not that I’m trying to push you or suggest anything. I just love my work, and I guess I just want to see everyone feel the same way.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that. You’re right, too. I do need to think about what I want in life. I always… Well, this may sound silly, but I always liked listening to people. Helping people out, you know? I realized that with G—” Beel just managed to cut himself off before saying the name Gabe. He thought fast, changing it to “Gage.”
“The guy who’s like a brother to you?” Jon asked, either ignoring or not hearing his hesitation.
“Yeah. He always came to me with his problems. It felt really good to listen, and I felt like maybe I helped him a bit. I was actually going to leave—just kind of pick up and move out— early on, and he came in all upset one day, and I just couldn’t go. I knew I needed to be there for him. And it felt good.” Beel shrugged, feeling kinda silly admitting that.
“You know there are social work programs and stuff. You are really easy to talk to, and I think you’d do great with teens. You have that very cool vibe—they’d love talking to you,” Jon encouraged.
Beel smirked a little. “Very cool vibe, huh?”
Jon got that adorable pink tinge to his skin and got up to start clearing the table. “The tattoos, and the piercings… you’re very cool. And very hot,” he admitted, turning away with the plates.
Beel managed to catch up with him at the sink. He grabbed the dishes from Jon’s hands and placed them down, then he backed Jon against the counter. Jon placed both his hands on Beel’s chest and his tongue reached out to lick his lips, making Beel imagine all sorts of dirty things.
“Fuck. You are so fucking sexy,” Beel murmured.
Jon looked up at him, startled. “Me?” he asked.
“Fuck yeah, you. I love it when you blush and get all pink,” Beel admitted, making just such a thing happen. “I love how I can read how you’re feeling. Your body is fucking amazing.”
“I’m not some gym rat…” Jon started.
“No, you’re soft in all the right places, cuddly and sexy. And you’re hard in all the right places,” Beel joked as he thrust his hips against Jon’s, their cocks rubbing against each other.
“I’m not… big,” Jon admitted shyly, not making eye contact.
Beel lifted his chin, looking him in the eye. “You’re fucking perfect. You were the most delicious dick I’ve ever had in my mouth. And I would be thrilled if you wanted to put it anywhere else. Although there will also be no complaints if that isn’t your thing, and I’ll happily make you feel good however you want. I just want to be with you, Jon, and I’m open to anything. You’re fucking sexy as hell, and I want us to come apart in each other’s arms.”
Jon was blushing again, but his dick was still very hard and pressed up against Beel. “I’d like that,” he whispered. “And I’d like anything you would.”
