Christopher McIntyre pushed his pen away and stretched gingerly in his seat. He felt a distinct itch between his shoulder blades and knew, without having to turn around, that his potential manager was still eye banging him. It had been almost a year to the day that Chris had had his car accident on his way home during a hurricane. He’d skidded on the road and wrapped his poor Honda Accord around an unforgiving oak tree, that didn’t even have the consideration to at least appear damaged. Chris stared at his job application, feeling himself drifting into thought.

The night he crashed was also the night he met his ‘boyfriend’ of sorts, that he knew next to nothing about. The man (if he could be called such) went by the name Ebima, and he had pulled Chris from the wreckage of twisted metal that was his car. Ebima had spirited Christopher to his own world, and to Chris’ constant embarrassment, made love to the boy in ways that made Chris’ head spin and cheeks flush. Ebima returned Chris to the hospital, and disappeared for a few weeks. Chris went through physical therapy for a few months to get his leg back into working conditions. Ebima had healed it on their first encounter, but Chris insisted it remain broken and heal on it’s own, to avoid obvious suspicion. Ebima had returned a few times since they met, and took Chris wherever he was.

On one uncomfortable incident, Chris was in line at a restaurant when Ebima appeared behind the counter, only visible to Christopher, and dragged him to the men’s’ bathroom. Chris protested and attempted to fight his overzealous lover back, but to no avail. The demon was simply stronger. Ebima pulled Chris into the larger handicapped stall, bent him over the toilet, and proceeded to fuck the boy for all he was worth. Chris’ attempts to push Ebima away became less and less heartened with every powerful thrust against his prostate, and before long, the boy completely submitted and did his best not to make too much noise. Ebima came inside of him, filling Chris’ insides with his hot, sticky love, and withdrew. Chris spun around to nothing but air, and a deep chuckle, leaving the poor boy to clench as best he could walk/run from a restaurant full of people gawking at him.

The next time Ebima appeared, while Chris was studying for his midterms, the boy was ready for him. Ebima materialized behind Chris’ chair, and laced his long fingered hands up and around his lover’s shoulders. Chris leapt up, spun around, and full on tackled the demon to the floor. Ebima growled lustfully, taking it as a love tackle, but Chris straddled his body and leaned into the demon’s shoulders. “You, have got to stop doing this!” He’d whispered/shouted, as his family was asleep just down the hall. Ebima smiled and placed his hands on either cheek of the boy’s face. “Whatever do you mean, love?” Chris leaned back, still straddling Ebima’s waist. “I mean, I love having sex with you, you’re….You’re a-fuckin-mazing. Stop grinning. What I mean is: I need you to time your advances a little better. It doesn’t always work out well for me.” Ebima frowned thoughtfully. “I do not understand.” Chris sighed and sat back in his chair, leaning his elbows on his thighs. “I can’t just fuck in the bathroom of a fucking Wendy’s, okay? It’s fun and all, but this is a small town, and I knew almost everyone there. I can’t just fuck in front of those people, it’s not the way humans do things.”

Ebima sat up slowly, his alien face visibly working to understand. “But I love you.” Chris flushed a brilliant red, and waved a hand. “I…I get that…I think. But there are other ways to show love. Other than just fucking nonstop and wherever. That’s shit animals do, not humans.” Ebima leaned back on his hands and lowered his head. “So…what you are saying is, I must find another way to display my love for you. Other than mating?” Chris smiled. “Yeah! I mean…the occasional fuck is great, but other stuff, like going out for food, or doing something fun would work too.” Ebima nodded and leaned forward to peck the boy on the lips. “I understand, my love. I will try…Other things.” Chris patted Ebima’s head and turned to face his books again. “Great, uh…Thanks.” Ebima stood behind him and looked over his shoulder. “What are you doing?” Chris tapped his notebook, “Studying. I’ve got a shit ton of stuff to cram into my already jam-packed little brain for these tests.” Ebima kissed Chris’ forehead, “Then I will leave you to your studies.