Page 32 of Punching the V-Card
“From our five-year anniversary,” Carl said, laughing. “I don’t know where I’ll be looking back from, but it could just as easily be that as anything else, right?”
Devon shrugged. He knew this was all madness. Two days ago he hadn’t even been sure he wanted to even have sex with Carl, and now he was seriously,veryseriously, considering taking a sabbatical and trying out a whole new direction in life.
His mom was going to kill him. His dad would want to too, probably, but less so than his mom. She’d always told him that he was her reliable son, and she knew she could count on him to make good choices.
What he was doing with Carl this weekend, and this whole new wild future he now envisioned was anything but a good choice. But it was an exciting choice. And when was the last time he’d been this excited? He supposed when he first got to fuck Carl’s sweet ass.
Which was—God—so incredibly fuckable, and tight, and hot, and…
Focus, Devon!
He frowned, following Carl up the path. It was all dappled with autumn light and littered with slick brown leaves and pine needles. Carl looked elfin, stepping through all the lushness of the woods with a light step. His hair glowed, and his skin did, too, and those white-blue eyes seemed almost magical as he traipsed onward into the forest.
“Up here,” Carl said, motioning for Devon to keep up. “There’s a nice spot. Hope and I come up here to smoke weed sometimes, but—” He shrugged. “I don’t actually smoke it anymore. Always makes me paranoid.”
“Yeah?”
Carl wrinkled his nose. “Yeah. Like I’d become convinced someone was spying on us up here. That sort of thing. It was too creepy. Hope swears we just need to get a different supplier with better stuff, but what’s the point? If it’s not fun for me, why bother. I mean, it’s still illegal here after all. She loves it, though. Calms her brain down.”
Devon could relate. Whenever he was overwhelmed between school and his O’Charley’s schedule, he’d unwind with Xander, his coworker, behind the dumpsters after work was over. Then he’d walk back to his dorm, feeling pleasantly buzzed and relaxed. Ready to study and eat a bag of chips or three.
But it wasn’t like he had to have it.
“We keep some supplies up here, though,” Carl said, approaching a sizable fallen tree that was hollowed out inside, and the massive, nearly bench-shaped rock beside it. “Lighters, candles, gummy bears, that sort of thing.”
“Gummy bears?” Devon said, watching as Carl knelt in the pine needles and peered into the log using his flashlight. “Checking for snakes or other ghoulies,” he said before reaching inside and tugging out a Ziplock bag. Inside, sure enough, Devon could make out a package of gummy bears, a lighter, a few tea light candles, and what looked like a pack of cigarettes.
“Do you smoke?”
“Huh?” Carl glanced at the bag and grimaced. “Hope and I tried it. Thought it might look cool on stage, you know? But, ugh. I’d rather eat ass than smoke a cigarette.” A sudden grin cracked over his face and his eyes lit up even brighter. “I guess I mean that literally now. I’d much rather eat ass. That only leads to orgasm, unlike cigarettes which lead to coughing, gagging, and smelling like, well, cigarettes, you know?”
Devon watched Carl take a seat on the big stone bench, and he climbed onto it, too. It was big enough that they could sit cross-legged facing each other.
“Okay,” Carl said, pulling out the tea light candles, the lighter, the gummy bears, and a piece of chalk that Devon hadn’t noticed before. “First we draw a pentagram, like this,” he said.
And Devon watched, surprised, as Carl did draw a big pentagram between them. “What are you doing?”
“Magic,” Carl offered, with a little grin. “Fairy magic.”
Devon blinked at him.
“Kidding. But, yeah, sometimes I like to cast a spell or two. It can be fun.”
Devon shrugged, a nagging uncertainty in his gut, but he watched as Carl put a tea light on each point of the pentagram before lighting them.
“Now, we have to focus on what we want,” Carl said.
“What we want?” Devon repeated.
“Like when I did this last week, I focused on you agreeing to this weekend, and look. It worked.”
“You cast a spell on me?” Devon asked, trying to not feel a little weirded out by that. The forest around them smelled of wet dirt, disintegrating leaves, and fresh air, but the light that sparkled off the water droplets all around and filtered through the swaying tree tops did feel otherworldly. Plus, he was tired, so tired, and drained, and kinda horny still. He felt a little possessed, actually.
“J-just a l-li-li—ugh. A small one,” Carl said, with a shrug. “Do you c-care?”
The stutter. He was anxious now.
Devon looked at the small, flickering candles and up into Carl’s glittery eyes. He didn’t care. If he was told that he was hypnotized into this weekend, he’d be happy about it. If he was told that he’d been put under a powerful elf’s spell, he’d be glad. The time he’d spent with Carl was already the most interesting and arousing he’d ever had.
