Yes, he was dressed this time. He even remembered a jacket to go with the outfit, and he thought he looked quite dashing withhis ripped jeans—like one of those cute, sexy guys in the movies (and so what if those guys usually died first; this wasn’t a horror movie).
He gave a few urgent knocks on the door. He managed to wait about three seconds, then he knocked again. Fuck. He really hoped Jon didn’t check the bedroom.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he heard footsteps heading toward the door, and he smiled at the peephole, trying his very best to look casual.
He wasn’t sure he succeeded.
The door was thrown open, and Jon was wearing gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt, his hair still wet and his towel draped over his shoulder.
Beel definitely understood the human fascination with gray sweatpants, because Jon looked fucking amazing in them. He thought he could even see… Beel snapped his eyes back up to Jon’s face, because he did not wanna get caught staring at Jon’s dick. That would probably be rude.
Maybe? Because Jon was definitely giving him a once over.
“Hi!” Beel said. Then he did a stupid little half wave again.
He literally wanted to bang his head against the door. Fuck. He was so awkward.
Luckily Jon didn’t seem to notice, because he was just staring at Beel.
“Um, is this a bad time?” Beel asked.
“NO!” Jon cried out, and then he lowered his voice, saying, “No, not at all. I mean, I just got out of the shower, so you sort of surprised me. Come in!” And he moved aside, holding the door open.
Beel sauntered in, barely resisting the urge to press Jon up against the wall and kiss him. He didn’t want to scare the guy, though.
“I’m Jon, by the way,” Jon said.
“Oh, yeah, hey! Nice to officially meet you,” Beel said, inwardly panicking. He hadn’t thought about names, and now he had to give a fake one, and what the hell was he supposed to say? “I’m… Demon,” hemuttered, and it was like the word was coming out of his mouth and he knew it was wrong even as he said it, but he couldn’t stop it in time.
Beel again had the urge to bang his head against the wall. What was wrong with him? He was such an idiot!
“Did you say Damon?” Jon asked, and Beel blew out a breath in relief. Yes, that was a human name.
“Yup! Damon! That’s me!” Beel said, then he fumblingly stuck his hand out to shake hands.
Beel literally thought about just turning around and walking out at that point. Was being human always so freaking awkward? He had been ok the first time, but then he’d been dealing with Jon’s ex and hadn’t had time to think. Now he was just absurd.
Luckily Jon was a really nice guy, because he didn’t comment on Beel’s awkward behavior, and he instead just reached out and shook hands.
Beel almost didn’t want to let go. Jon had lovely hands.
They both sort of awkwardly chuckled after that, and then they stared at each other. Beel had no idea what to say, because he hadn’t exactly been chatty for the last twenty years, and Jon obviously was stuck too. What if now, in the light of day when he was actually awake, Jon wasn’t interested in Beel? What if the whole kiss thing had been temporary insanity on Jon’s part because his ex was a jerk?
Beel felt totally self-conscious, but he couldn’t take the silence, so he plowed ahead. “I, uh, I just wanted to… apologize? For the other night? Because that was probably pretty rude and kinda creepy, and I guess I just wanted to… uh, check on you?” Beel finished lamely.
“Oh! No! No apology necessary at all! I’m really sorry about my asshole ex, and, uh, thank you. For coming to my rescue.” Jon gave a weak chuckle at that. “You were really super nice. Although I have no idea how you got in,” Jon added.
Of course he couldn’t let it go. Ugh. Beel had to throw something out there. “Well, I do… parkour?” He and Gabe had watched amovie about urban climbing, and hethoughtit was called parkour. Hopefully.
“Parkour?” Jon repeated.
“Yeah, you know, like that urban thing where people run and climb buildings and stuff?” Beel answered. Of course, that didn’t explain the boxers, so he added, “And it was like a dare from my friends to do it naked, but I wasn’t gonna risk… you know, all my bits, so I wore boxers. But yeah. Parkour.”
“Parkour,” Jon repeated again.
Beel wasn’t sure Jon was buying it. It was like a little red warning sign was flaring in Beel’s brain.ABORT MISSION! ABORT MISSION!
“Well,” Beel said, putting his hands in his belt loops and rocking back on his feet a bit. “I don’t wanna, like, intrude or whatever, but I wanted to apologize about being weird. But maybe I just made it weirder. So, sorry about that! And, um, yeah, good luck with everything.”
