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Carl’s eyes snapped up from the PB&J he was making and he dropped his knife to step to Devon’s side. “You? Not special?You?”
Devon shrugged. “I mean, she’s not wrong. I’m just an average student, and I work at O’Charleys, you know? I don’t have any real dreams or aspirations or—”
“Get on your knees,” Carl said.
“What?”
“On your knees. Now.”
Devon blinked, put the jam jar he was holding on the counter, swallowed hard, and knelt at Carl’s feet. He closed his eyes and waited.
Carl’s fingers combed into his hair. “There. That’s where you belong.”
“What?” Devon asked, nearly choking on his own spit.
“You belong with me. At my feet. Doing what I say. Following me, supporting me, adventuring with me, casting spells with me, and fucking me. Tell me you disagree.”
Devon shook his head. He couldn’t deny it. He loved everything about being under Carl’s command, and even though he was older, and more experienced, and supposedly steadier, he loved when Carl led him in whatever they were doing.
“Good.”
Devon looked up, and Carl smiled at him, sliding his fingers over Devon’s cheeks.
“Hope can’t understand this,” Carl said. “She won’t get it. There’s no reason to try to make her see. It’s like white noise to her, right? Just something that filters right on out. How can she see that you’re special like this when it’s a part of you she can’t ever know?”
Devon swallowed hard. “This makes me special to you?”
“Of course.” Carl stroked his cheekbone again. “Plus, have you seen your face?”
Devon huffed a laugh.
“So handsome. And your mouth—” Carl rubbed his thumb along Devon’s bottom lip. “Open it.”
Devon frowned but did as he was told and Carl pushed his thumb inside, touching his tongue, and then pulled his thumb out again. “Now, put your tongue out.”
Devon did and watched as Carl unbuttoned his jeans and took out his cock. It wasn’t entirely hard, but he stroked it a few times, gazing at Devon as it grew into its full, thick hardness. He put the head of it against the flat of Devon’s tongue and held it there.
“Focus,” he said. “I’m going to cast a spell.”
Devon held his tongue in place and watched as Carl stroked his own cock and spoke, slowly, evenly, and without a hint of a stutter. “You and me. In a car. Laughing. Singing. You and me. In a motel. On the bed. You licking my asshole. Me sucking your cock. You and me in L.A.. Eating ice cream. You and me. You at my feet. You and me. You and me. You and me.” Carl put his head back, and a little pulse of pre-cum fell onto Devon’s tongue.
“Eat it,” Carl said, pulling back, and releasing his cock, letting it stick out—red and gorgeous—from his body while Devon closed his mouth around the pre-cum and swallowed it. “Good boy.”
He helped Devon up to standing. “Hope will get used to being wrong about this. Don’t worry. I’ll talk to her, too,” he muttered fiercely. “By tomorrow night she’ll be begging you for forgiveness.”
“You don’t need to talk to her. She’s my sister and she wasn’t trying to be mean. She just wanted to protect me—well, protect us both.”
“I know. But she’s my best friend, and I’m going to tell her what I think of the way she underestimates my boyfriend. But in the end, it won’t matter if what she thinks of you coming to L.A. with me. The spell is cast. The future is us. Together.”
“Do you really believe in magic?” Devon asked.
Carl shrugged. “I believe in all I just said, don’t you?”
“I want to.”
“Then trust it. Don’t let Hope get under your skin or into your head.”
“You’re just afraid I’ll back out of our plan.”
