John sure was taking his time today usually it was a quick 5 minute exorcism but today he had been at least half an hour.
"How long does it take?" Chas mumbled to himself.
"How long do you take"
Chas spun around quickly his eyes wide.
"John... Jesus don't scare me like that!" Chas said as his eyes met the familiar exorcist seated in the back.
"How long have you been sitting there anyway?" Chas asked his eyebrows rising in suspicion.
"Too long now will you drive the goddamn car"
"Yeah yeah keep your pants on, John." Chas mumbled turning the ignition and putting the car in gear.
It was 20 minutes later and Chas was sitting happily with an old book and a soda.
John sat across from him with a large whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
Chas's head was buried deep in the large book, his hair falling messily into his face.
John was transfixed staring at the curly haired teen, his milky white skin and those big brown eyes.
What he wouldn't give...
What was he thinking? The kid was 18, he wasn't even old enough to drink! John had to stop thinking like this what was he some kind of pervert?
How could he stop himself looking at the kids perfect body? How could he not think about those full lips and how they moved slowly as he read his book?
Every time the kid smiled, every time he chewed on one of those stupid liquorice sticks, every time he spoke... Everything that kid did drove John wild.
It was impossible every time he tried not to think about Chas he thought all the more.
Don't think about a pink elephant... Now he thinking about a pink elephant.
Don't think about Chas... Now he had a hard on. SHIT!
Chas looked up slowly sensing John's eyes on him.
He gave the older man a nervous smile trying not to think about kissing those perfect lips right now... Trying not to imagine those lips sucking everything BUT his cigarette.
He felt himself stiffen and quickly lowered his book to cover the offending part of his anatomy.
You're such a moron Chas don't do this to yourself.
What was wrong with him? Not only was John a GUY he was also twice his age. He was Chas's mentor, his role model, his hero but still Chas was fantasising about licking every part of his body.
John was hot. There was no denying it. He had the whole tall, dark and mysteries thing going on not to mention the sucking of the cigarette ever 2 minutes.
How amazing would it be to have John running those slightly wore hands over his body? To be able to run his tongue along the scars on his wrists and hear John moan in pleasure?
Chas turned away in embarrassment his face flushing a deep shade of red.
Chas hadn't done anything 'sexual' since that night... To be quiet honest with himself Chas didn't think he wanted to, sure he could imagine it all he wanted but in the situation he knew all to well he would freeze.
Oh god he's seen it! He's seen it, look he's so embarrassed! Why can't I control my goddamn body geez.
John got up quickly making his way to the bathroom where he could fix his little problem.
He couldn't keep doing this every time Chas was in the same goddamn room as him, considering the kid LIVED with him... Well he crashed on the couch every couple of days if that counted as 'living' together.
John quickly done what was needed thinking of course of anything BUT Chas. Yeah butt John that's exactly what you're thinking of.
He needed to get himself under control if he slipped up during an exorcism because of this it wouldn't just be his ass on the line.
Again Chas found himself back in the cab, alone waiting for John to finish up but this time he wasn't just thinking about John finishing up.
The door opened and then closed.
"At least you were quicker than this morning." Chas said starting the ignition.
"So you never did tell me why you took so long..." Chas said trying to make conversation.
"Johnny is always slow"
Chas practically jumped trough his open window when he heard an unfamiliar voice instead of Johns.
Chas turned round seeing a man in a pinstriped suit, hair slicked back, perfectly tanned skin.
"You... you're Balthazar right?" Chas asked a lump forming in the back of his throat.
"You've heard of me?" The man sneered looking pleased with himself.
"John's always telling me what an asshole you are." Chas spat panic gripping him.
He was in a cab ALONE with a demon. A demon who hated John's guts and would stop at nothing to piss John off.
"Scared little boy?" Balthazar asked leaning in so close Chas could feel his warm breath.
"N... not of you." Chas said trying to sound sure of himself but failing miserably.
"You should be... I know everything about you." He whispered softly into Chas's ear.
Chas shivered blatantly aware of how close the demon was, how easy it would be for him to be over powered.
"I'm not going to rape you Chas." Balthazar laughed.
Chas's eyes widened. He hadn't told anyone about that, not even the doctor who'd treated him afterwards. How could Balthazar possibly know?
"I'm a demon Chas I have my ways. Why do you think John hates me so much? I know everything about him... Would you like to know exactly what he was thinking when he ended his life? What was running through that pretty little head of his"
"Get out." Chas said moving his head away from the demon.
"I know that when you're alone fantasising about John fucking your brains out that you're right back in that alley... being raped"
"I said get out." Chas repeated.
"Tightest ride of my fucking life." Balthazar mocked before leaving.
"Fuck!" Chas shouted banging his head down on the steering-wheel in frustration.
If Balthazar wanted to fuck Chas's life up he now had everything he needed to do so.
He was right. Chas was attracted to John, Chas fantasised about John, Chas wanted John. And whenever he thought about John he returned to the alley he had been raped in 2 years ago.