Note: This story contains themes of mind control, magic, and fantasy. All characters in it are 18+.
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Willem laid out on a beach towel, soaking up the sun in his new box cut speedo. He watched the surfers going by through his sunglasses, his eyes tracing the curves of their asses in their wetsuits as they paddled out into the waves. He licked his lips, his skin sizzling from more than just the heat of the sun's rays. But as he scanned the beach like a hawk, his eyes inspecting each and every bicep, ab muscle, and Adam's apple that walked past, there wasn't a pink glow in sight.
He checked his phone. It was almost noon. He gathered up his blanket and walked back to his car. His bubble butt caught the attention of several older gentlemen walking past, much to his delight. Before getting into his car, he took one last look out at the ocean. He could still see the surfers from far away charging a pretty aggressive wave. Willem watched as they surfed the barrel of the wave, their boards gliding through the slick water. God, he missed surfing. He hadn't been since that day on the beach with Jake.
He felt the buzzing gently rippling through his limbs, as though urging him not to linger. He had work to do. He got in his car and drove off.
Willem got to The Abbey at 1230. While the gay bar was packed with otters, twinks, bears, and gogo boys at night, he'd also found them to be a great spot for lunch as well. He sat at his regular outdoor table, eating a pastrami sandwich as he watched the men walking past. The Abbey had proved a fruitful hunting ground, netting Willem several hung tops in the last couple of weeks. He chewed his sandwich slowly as his eyes panned the crowd, wondering if he'd get lucky again.
A couple of hours later, Willem admitted defeat and paid his bill. He walked to the bus stop down the street, leaving his car at the meter where he'd parked it. He stood at the corner, waiting impatiently for the next bus to arrive. He was starting to feel restless, the buzzing giving him a headache.
"I'm trying," he thought in annoyance.
When the bus finally showed up he quickly climbed on board, sitting down in the very last seat at the back of the bus. He pulled out his phone and opened up Grindr. One of the guys he'd fucked a few weeks ago had told him about the app, so he'd taken to scrolling through it for a few hours in the afternoon as he traveled back and forth through the city. He kept his eyes glued to the screen, watching and waiting to see if any of the profiles would glow pink as the hours passed, the sun started to fade, and his body continued to hum.
Finally, at a quarter to 6, a man walked on and sat near the front, talking on the phone a little too loudly for someone on public transportation. He wasn't anything fancy—balding, mid-40s, dressed in a cheap suit. Willem's eyes lit up as the bus filled with that delightful pink glow. It was almost hypnotic the way it drew Willem out of his seat and slowly toward the unsuspecting man in the front.
"Hi," he said, smiling sweetly. "Is this seat taken?"
An hour later, in a motel room on Sunset Blvd, the man rolled off of Willem with a grunt of satisfaction.
"Oh my God," he said, panting as he wiped his forehead. "That was amazing... I can't believe I came inside."
Willem stretched out his arms and legs like a cat, taking a moment to enjoy the warmth that flooded inside and throughout his body. Once the moment had passed (a little too quickly for Willem's taste) and the buzzing had faded into the background, he sat up and started to get dressed.
"What did you say your name was again?" asked the man.
Willem shrugged. "Does it matter?"
He pulled his shorts up over his jockstrap and left the motel without another word.
By the time he'd caught another bus back to his car, the sun was starting to hang low in the sky. He rolled the windows down, enjoying the warmth of the mid-August air as it breezed past. He pulled into his usual parking spot just before 8. He looked at himself in the rearview mirror, inspecting his appearance before exiting the car.
He walked up to the apartment door and knocked three times. After a moment, Jake opened the door.
"Hey."
"Hi."
Jake grabbed Willem, pulling him in for a kiss. Willem put his hand on Jake's chest, leaning into the kiss as Jake reached down and gently cupped his ass. He picked Willem up, kicking the door shut behind them as he carried the blond boy to his bedroom. He laid him down gently on his bed, pulling off Willem's shirt as he kissed up and down his torso. Willem moaned, his body writhing on the bed at the feeling of Jake's lips on his skin.
Jake pulled Willem's shorts and underwear off in one movement, exposing Willem's penis buried in a patch of soft blond public hair. He took Willem's cock into his mouth, sucking on it lovingly as Willem ran his fingers through his wavy brown hair. Willem whimpered as he felt Jake slide his finger inside of him while he blew him, rubbing up against his prostate and stimulating him from both ends. He closed his eyes, accepting the pleasure that Jake so freely gave.
After the pleasure got too close to the cresting point, Willem tilted his head back and moaned, "Fuck, Jake... I want you inside me."
Jake pulled his mouth off of Willem's cock and stood up, pulling off his own clothes. Willem laid back, his eyes wild with desire as he watched Jake strip down to his underwear. He had started to memorize every inch of Jake's pale skin, every freckle on his arms, every single one of the sparse little hairs that populated Jake's chest as if placed there by accident.
When Jake pulled off his briefs, Willem's eyes gleamed at the sight of his cock springing out. He had gotten to know Jake's cock like it was his own—the thickness of it, the taste of Jake's foreskin on his tongue, the feeling of it as it slid inside him like a key into a lock. Jake grabbed Willem's legs, pulling the boy closer to him on the bed as he aimed the head of his cock at Willem's hole. Willem let out a guttural moan as Jake entered him. Jake cut off his moan with a kiss as he slid further inside of Willem. Willem lay underneath Jake, tracing delicate little lines with his fingertips along the boy's back as he thrust into him.
Tonight was gentle, but that wasn't always the case. Sometimes it was rough and angry like it had been the night they went to the gay club. Other times it was like tonight, where Jake treated him with care, almost like he was a precious object. Some nights Jake took his time, edging Willem with his mouth or his fingers until the boy was begging to be fucked. And still some nights Jake would skip the foreplay altogether, pulling Willem's pants down and shoving his cock inside him the second he walked through the door.
No matter what kind of sex they had, Willem would always feel the same way after it was over. Once they had both cum, and Jake had pulled out and gone to clean himself up, Willem would lie in bed and stare at the ceiling. And he would feel empty.
It wasn't the same kind of emptiness he felt after the man on the bus, or one of the tops from The Abbey, or any of his daytime conquests. That was a different kind of emptiness, the kind of insatiable hunger you get after you binge on sugary junk food only to find yourself starving thirty minutes later.
The emptiness after sex with Jake was something deeper. The only way that Willem could describe it was like waking up from a dream, a beautiful dream where you feel safe and warm and content. But then you wake up, and you slowly start to realize that it wasn't real, it wasn't actually your life. And you wish so desperately that you could go back, to return to that moment before you knew that your reality was so much worse than the fantasy.
Most nights after the sex was over, they would curl up on the couch and watch TV. In the first few days after they started having sex, they would sit and talk, but they quickly ran out of things to talk about. It's not as if Willem could tell Jake about all the men he was fucking during the day—that would violate their agreement. Jake didn't ask, Willem didn't tell. And neither of them were too keen on talking about the future, as there were too many landmines that they didn't even want to think about, let alone discuss. So they would sit on the couch and watch TV together, curled up under the same blanket but not quite touching.
The last three weeks had all gone down in the same way. The days were Willem's to do with what he wanted, prowling the city of Los Angeles as he devoured man after man to feed his increasingly insatiable appetite. But the nights were for Jake. Each night right at 8, Willem would come to Jake's door, Jake would pull him in for a kiss, and they would spend the evening exploring each other's bodies.
This transition from friends to friends with benefits was conflicting for Willem. On the one hand, sex with Jake was incredible. It was fun, it felt good, and it was the closest thing to feeling like himself again that he'd gotten since his mind had settled in the clouds for good. But in the moments after sex, when he could feel the emptiness coming on, Willem would miss the days before they started hooking up when they actually talked. There had been a sweet spot where he'd felt like he and Jake were actually friends, before things had gotten awkward but after he'd stopped being such a dick. He wanted that friendship back.
The only problem was, he didn't know how to be a good friend anymore. Sometimes he wondered if he ever did. He couldn't trust himself to be with Jake during the day, knowing that any minute a man could walk past that would send him off and running. So he stuck to their arrangement, fucking strangers during the day and fucking his best friend every night, knowing that sooner or later it would all come to an end.
As they sat on the couch that night, watching some old rerun of The Golden Girls, Jake suddenly turned to Willem.
"What are you doing tomorrow night?" he asked.
Willem blinked. "Um, nothing, I guess. Coming here?"
"Maybe we could go out. Do something."
Willem raised an eyebrow. "Like to a club? Cause that didn't work out so well the last time."
Jake shook his head. "I was thinking we could get dinner. There's this pop-up restaurant in Silverlake that's supposed to be really good."
