Chapter 1
“Dude, no. I’m not letting you take pictures of my dick.”
Adam didn’t know how or when the conversation took such a hard left.
Recently, work had been utter shit. He and Joel were struggling for new material to keep their viewers entertained and to keep possible interview opportunities coming in. It was the only way they were making any money, what with Adam still on the run from the police and Joel being himself. Hell, they had to sign under a fake name to keep the cops off their asses, especially now that the two were appearing in videos online together.
Neither had any good ideas for what to do next, but somehow the conversation veered off into taking advantage of Adam’s “demon anatomy” for views.
“Not a picture of your dick. A video. There’s a difference,” Joel corrected.
“I’m still not doing it.”
Joel slumped into his chair. “Great. Where are we supposed to get new material from?”
“Are you really so out of ideas that this was the only thing you could think of?” Adam sprawled out over the sofa, laying across it longways. “Just screw around with that Ouija board and see what happens. That’s how all this started, right?”
“You don’t think they’re tired of that? We can get more clicks just by doing videos with you in them.”
Adam rubbed his face. He was so exhausted. “I just want to be a normal fucking guy, Joel. Ever since we started doing this, you’ve treated me like I’m some kind of zoo animal. Or a lab rat. It’s kinda fucked up.”
“When have I ever done that?”
“You made me drink five times the lethal dose of caffeine just to see what would happen.”
“That was funny, though. “
“Oh yeah. Real funny. What about that time with the Benadryl?”
“Also funny. And our second most viewed video.”
“Then you tried to get me to drink antifreeze.”
“But you didn’t. And I didn’t try to force you.”
“I have to draw the line in the sand somewhere. Seriously, what the fuck were you thinking?”
Joel spun around in his chair and stopped when he was facing the computer monitor. “I was thinking of our stats. You know, the only thing getting us money. Which we need to live.”
Maybe he was right about that, but Adam still hated being exploited for cash. He could never leave. Between being essentially homeless and unable to get a job, and his deeply repressed attraction for Joel, he felt stuck.
He had to admit, he thought about getting with him a few times. Adam was sure these were just intrusive thoughts, because, come on, really? Adam and him? With all the awful shit he had him doing?
But, then again, Adam went along with it when he really didn’t have to. He was an Alternate, something that Joel’s mind could only process as being a “demon”. Adam wasn’t sure if he was on the same level as something like that, but he could still twist Joel like a pretzel if he really, really wanted to. The annoying prick was lucky that Adam didn’t want to.
Even so, he couldn’t shake the primal Alternate urge of wanting to have a pretty damn good time.
An evil idea crept into Adam’s head. “You know what, Joel? C’mere.”
“What is it?” He grumbled, turning his head just enough to see Adam patting the couch cushion next to him. With a sigh, he stood up and dragged himself over to Adam and threw himself down beside him. “Alright, what?”
“I think you just want to see it for yourself. I think you want to see it real bad.”
A deep blush spread across Joel’s face when he realized what Adam meant. Stammering defensively, he composed himself and tried again. “What? No! The fuck?! That’s not—”
Adam knew he had Joel caught. “I’ll let you. On the condition that the camera is off. At least for now.”
“For now?”
“For now. If you let us do things my way for once, I’ll let you have your video. How’s that sound?”
One look at his eyes, and Adam knew he was speaking Joel’s language.
He could hear Joel swallow hard. Must have been salivating, he figured. And why wouldn’t he? It’s not like Adam didn’t catch him giving him weird looks whenever he took his shirt off or changed clothes. “What do I have to do?”
Leaning back, Adam sprawled his legs and lifted his hoodie out of the way of his fly. “Gotta take it out first.”
He expected Joel to stop and ask more questions, but he didn’t. He got straight into it, unzipping Adam’s jeans before pulling them and his boxers down just enough that he could reach in and pull out his dick. Adam loved watching him fumble. So nervous. He couldn’t remember the last time he had anyone falling over themselves for him.
Joel stared curiously at the appendage. At a glance, it was obvious that it didn’t belong to a human. It was fairly big, though not intimidating. Granted, Adam wasn’t hard yet, but Joel could help fix that. It was also shiny in texture and black in hue, and thicker in the middle while the length tapered down somewhat at the tip. There were all sorts of other less-than-human features, like ribbed sides and a slight ridge along the top. The underside also had a row of small, raised bumps that protruded from the shaft.
“You’re just staring at it. Do something.”
Joel was barely paying attention. “What are these bumps?”
“If you want to know so badly, get me going first.”
Joel got to work, wrapping his hand around the oddly-shaped shaft and stroking it up and down. Starting slow, then speeding up, then slowing down again and trying different techniques, applying pressure in different places, watching and waiting to see what Adam liked the most. It was hard for Joel to tell what he was supposed to be doing with a penis that was so…different, but he was intent on figuring it out. With a pleased groan, Adam let his whole body go lax as he lazed into the cushions.
Joel was surprisingly enthusiastic about this, and Adam chided himself for not thinking of this sooner.
As it started to stiffen up, the ribbed sides became much more pronounced, and the bumps along the bottom grew erect until they formed raised spikes. Blunt though, rather than coming to a full point. Joel shuddered at the thought of such a thing.
“They get bigger?” Joel asked, rubbing his fingers along them, leaving Adam biting his lip and bouncing his leg like a dog being pet in just the right spot.
“Shit!—” Adam groaned out. Joel gave him a confused look, but continued when Adam nodded in approval. “Yeah. So, uh… don’t really know what they’re for, but if I had to guess… in the right position, they’d probably rub against the g-spot, right? And, God fucking damn, they’re also really sensitive.”
Joel took note of that, twisting his wrist in a way that let his palm squeeze hard on the row of spikes on each downstroke, matching the direction they were facing; hand loose on the upstroke, tight on the downstroke, and he had Adam practically falling apart already. “You mean you don’t know for sure?”
“How am I— fuck— supposed to? It’s not like I’m out picking up Alternate chicks,” he said, forcing the words through curses and groans. He managed to sneak in a grin at Joel. “But you’re more than welcome to try it for yourself if you want.”
“Are you suggesting—”
Adam grabbed Joel’s wrist, stopping his movements. “Go get your camera, Joel. If you want to do this, I mean.”
Joel stared into Adam’s eyes, then down at the dick in his hand, then back up at Adam. “...I’d fuck a demon. But do you really want to record us, well, you know?”
“Everyone would love to see it.”
That was all it took to have Joel on his feet and dashing for the camcorder and tripod. He started getting it set up on the floor of their shared apartment, facing the sofa, until Adam picked it up and set it a few feet away. Joel let him, knowing that he was only getting this because he was letting Adam call the shots. Instead of aiming it at the couch, Adam set it to face a cleared space on the floor.
He stroked himself to keep himself hard, though at this point, he probably didn’t need it. Joel did such a damn good job, and it had him in one hell of a mood. “Where’s your lube? I know you have some, I’ve seen the toys you keep stashed away.”
“How do you know about those?! …Whatever. Bottom left drawer.”
Adam came strolling back out with the lube to see Joel essentially twiddling his thumbs. The boy was so dumb when he wasn’t the one in control. “Get the camera rolling, Joel. Whenever you’re ready.”
With a nervous nod that Adam found unbearably cute, Joel pressed “record”.
“Hey, e-everyone,” he stuttered. Adam wondered if he was starting to have second thoughts about this, but the slightest hint of a boner showing through Joel’s pants said otherwise.
“We have a special video today.”
