Jeremy couldn't bring himself to sleep that night; he was just thinking about Damon. He had started to act weird, well, weirder around him. More comfortable. Almost like if they were friends or something, which was something he enjoyed quite a lot. He had been hoping that maybe one day when Damon looked at him he wouldn't make the face people do when they're at a restaurant and they're really hungry and then they see the waitress coming with their food and you can see the anticipation on their faces. And today he had almost achieved that, up until the point where Damon just stared at his ass that is. It didn't occur to him until later when he was getting dressed that it had been the first time that Damon had visited without drinking for him, a realization that had made him really happy, because it meant that he liked him. Surely if he didn't he wouldn't have bothered wasting his time with him when he wasn't even hungry.
At some point he must have fallen asleep because when he opened his eyes it was morning. The first thing he noticed was that the window was opened, the second one was that it was a bit cold, the third one was that his sheets were at his feet and the fourth one (and it did surprise him that he didn't notice this first) was that he had a morning wood. He was still a bit sleepy so he reached inside his underwear and started wanking without thinking.
He felt his body relaxed as he moved his hand and he realized he was making noises but refused to stop. That is until he heard something fall on the floor. He opened his eyes and looked for the source of the sound when he saw Damon, fangs out and his eyes were completely black. It would have been a frightening sight under different circumstances.
-Fuck!- Was all he could say as he tried to sit down but before he could move another inch Damon had his had on his chest and forced him down. -What are you doing?-
But Damon didn't answer, he kneeled on the floor and put his hand on Jeremy's thigh, he moved it until all of his fingers were inside of his boxer briefs , then he felt another hand on his knee, preventing him from moving. All of this happened in a matter of seconds but Jeremy was still taken aback with the situation when Damon spoke.
-Don't scream-
He was about to ask why when the vampire lowered his head until his nose was touching the inside of his thigh. At this point the skin around his eyes was getting darker and a lot of veins were becoming visible. He was smelling him, which made him feel embarrassed for some reason. He could see it coming this time, a fraction of a second before he did it. Most of the times he bit him when he wasn't expecting it, he didn't know if it was to scare him, or to cause more pain, but he always did.
He closed his eyes just before he felt a little bit of pain. A pain he was well used to. He couldn't help to think that this was all very erotic. He grabbed the sheets with one hand and closed his fist as hard as he could to just try not to scream, as he was told not to, but what caught him off guard was that he didn't want to scream from pain but from pleasure. He didn't know at what point he had put his free hand over the vampire's head and was running his fingers through his hair but he had to make use of all of the strength he could muster not to take hold of it and pull it.
Despite the fact that blood was getting drained out of his body he was actually getting harder and he had to wonder why exactly did he found the situation arousing. Just that moment Damon stopped drinking, he let go of Jeremy's leg and moved his head until he was facing right at his crotch. He closed his eyes and ran his nose through the length of his hard on, which made the boy shiver.
-That smells good-
And with that he was gone.
Jeremy tried to finish what he had been doing before Damon interrupted him but now that the rush was over his thigh really hurt.
-Damn it-
