A Fling

I finished my free meal, thinking about the fact that Camuel had paid for it. Usually if I want someone to pay for dinner, I’m going to be sucking their dick afterwards. But he didn’t even stick around for desert. I did order one from Aiden—on Camuel’s tab—but we didn’t flirt too much more. It wasn’t packed, but the night crowd at Storybrooke tends to be interesting, so my lovely little fuckbuddy was kept busy.

He actually didn’t get off for nearly another hour. He apologized for it, but I didn’t mind. I kept myself in the mood by reading lesbian erotica, and took considerably less sexy notes on a napkin whenever I thought of something I might need for the trip.

Once Aiden’s replacement finally stumbled in—another androgynous looking young thing, because I’m pretty sure Layne has a type, and might as well put these guys in maid outfits and cat ears. Pretty sure this one is some kind of undead, though he’s not a vampire—he clocked out and took another ten minutes to get ready.

I was drooling on the table when I heard Lace’s nervous little voice. “Um, Miss Sabrina? Aiden’s ready now.”

I woke up and wiped my mouth on my wrist, getting a good look at that gorgeous little prince. I’d say he had an unearthly beauty, but that’s literally the truth. Stripped long sleeves beneath a pink baseball tee crop top, unbuttoned at the collar, with a nightscape beach and the cursive word “aesthetic” screen printed on it. Absolutely criminally short jeans, distressed from actual wear, over torn black tights, and those legs were to die for, even though I knew in reality they were covered in fur and digitigrade. Black boots that looked a bit too big, with the laces tucked in instead of tied. No idea how he could even wear shoes when he had cloven hooves. To top it all off, he had a little grey messenger bag that looked like a classic NES covered in nerd pins.

I got up and he met my smile with one of my own as I slipped two fingers in the strap of his bag and pulled him in close. I practically towered over him. The faerie bastard that made him the Damsel Prince didn’t do squat for his height, but I love a short king. He put his hands on my hips and I leaned down for a kiss, feeling him moan into me as I dug my fingers into his back

Lace cleared his throat. “Um, please don’t, um. You know. I mean kissing is fine but maybe not more.”

I gave him a look, not even a harsh one and I was smiling from the kiss, but he folded like paper anyway. He tended to do that.

“Okay, I’m going to go wait tables, or… Um. Anyway have fun with the sex,” he said, hurrying off.

I chuckled, and put my arm around Aiden’s shoulders. He slipped his arm around my waist. I grabbed my hat and my broom, and we headed for the door. On the way by the bar, I gave a little wave.

Layne nodded back. “Don’t leave him too bruised,” he said with a completely straight face.

Aiden buried his face in my tit, turning red.

“And remember to wash the sheets this time,” he added. Aiden flicked him off without looking up. Layne smirked.

We walked down the street together, the sun just barely beginning to lighten the night sky. We didn’t stay hanging onto each other the whole time. It’s pretty hard to walk like that when you’ve got different strides. Though despite my longer legs, I’m slow as shit because of my leg. The broom helps about as often as it gets in the way.

Finally we made it to Layne’s little brownstone, and Aiden unlocked it with his key. I think he might be too much of a ditz to realize that Layne wasn’t simply being nice. But I wasn’t really concerned with that as we stumbled in, making out the moment we were off the street. Aiden could be a handsy little thing, and I absolutely loved it. I could feel the sharp nails of his mien scratching my skin.

I took a handful of his ass and hefted him up around my waist, his legs clinging on. My hat fell off, but Aiden caught it and put it on his own head, wrapping his arms around my neck. “Fuck, you are amazing,” he says, peppering my face with kisses. “I am so wet right now, Granger.”

He let out a yelp, and a laugh, as I accidentally backed him into the banister.

“Sorry, can’t see.”

“You don’t need to,” he teased, making Grandmother squirm with delight.

I bumped into the wall at the top of the steps as well, but managed to get to Aiden’s room, kicking off my shoes while I went. I simply threw him onto the bed, eliciting a startled cry and more giggling. His own shoes had fallen off by now. He raised up on his elbows and grinned at me.

“God you’re so buff,” he said, looking me over as I pulled the blouse over my head and started undoing my bra. Again, nothing hotter than a twink praising my strength. I could feel his eyes on my abs.

He was going at his own clothes, but got caught in his shirts, arms up over his head, the hole of both of them caught so that he had one eye out but that was it. “Ack!”

God, I cannot say enough that this boy was fucking gorgeous. Lithe and slim, with white fur—not really hair, fur, like an animal—trailing down his body. Little wisps of it at his chest, and a happy trail that slowly got thicker as it went from navel down to the white bush I knew was hidden in his skimpy jeans. I hate to say it, but it was a shame that faerie didn’t leave him with scars, they’d have been so hot.

“Ack, stuck on my fucking antlers… wait. Granger… Granger what’s with that grin,” he laughed, pushing back up to get further on the bed. “Don’t you dare!”

I dove on him, going right for his armpits with fingers and tongue, sending him into cackling fits. Little fucker always smelled amazing. Fresh flowers and petrichor beneath more human sweat.

“N-no fair!” he giggled, finally popping his head out of the collars and trying to catch me, “this is supposed to be sex, th-hehe, this isn’t sexy!”

I stopped for a moment to let him catch his breath and leaned in for a kiss. “Anything is sexy when you’re involved.”

He kissed me back, finally getting his shirt off. “God you fucking dork.”

“Takes one to know one, etcetera.” I slid my fingers into the top of his pants, and he held me tight as I slid them off his taut ass.

With his head right next to mine, he moved the hair out of the way and started sucking on my ear lobe. God, what a pro. Literally, but in this case I mean metaphorically. He knew just how to drive me crazy.

I leaned him back, shorts and tights both pulled across his legs. I gave a rough jerk, which elicited a moan, and tossed them over my shoulder. Then I got a good look at him.

He was so fucking beautiful. An absolute prince. You’d think a twink would be hairless, but he pulled it off. What would a faun be without hairy legs? And that little tuft of muff hair. I reached down and ran my fingers over it. “Fuzzy. And damn, you weren’t kidding about being turned on, you little homo.”

He grinned, and raised a knee up between my crotch. “You’re one to talk”

I was so hard it physically hurt. It had been too long since I did anything with my junk. “And who’s fault is this?” I asked, pushing my skirt down. “Ah, fuck. Stupid garter. Hold on.”

Nothing like taking time out of the action to get your panties off. But Aiden didn’t seem to mind watching me, and was even stroking himself, his own engorged clit raising up from his mound.

I unclipped the garter belt and then managed to get my panties off, a wet spot already forming. I was leaking like a faucet. I left the black stockings on and crawled back up onto the bed, hands going to Aiden’s chest, lips going for his. He moved his head to the side, exposing his neck, and I started kissing that, gently at first, but then sucking. Then I opened my mouth and bit down near his collarbone and he moaned, clinging to me so hard his nails dug into my skin.

Deep where my soul would have been, Grandmother swirled in excitement. There is nothing quite as great for a ghost than the feeling of sex. Only through our Bargain can she feel the pains and pleasures of mortality. And I was happy to share this experience. Enjoy.

“Granger…” Aiden moaned into my ear. “Please…”

I know queer sex is more varied than the Straights™, but sometimes you just gotta plow the tight little he/him pussy pawing at your tits. But Grandmother is also a terrible influence, so I took his earlobe between my teeth and mumbled “Beg for it, bitch” as I rubbed his little cockhead with my own.

“Fuuuuck, you’re a monster. C-come on, fuck me already.”

Hearing his moan was more than enough, and with one last little bit of fencing I pulled back and pressed into him. God, he was so fucking warm.

I went slow and gentle, easing into his tight embrace. I could feel his ass quivering as I dug my fingers in. He did the same with my back, hoof hard nails drawing blood and causing Grandmother to shiver. The pain was intoxicating, and I pulled him close until I could feel his dicklet against my hips. He bucked against me, so I pulled him in with my arms into a hug that was just a little tighter than it needed to be and rolled him over until he was on top. He took the initiative and rocked his hips, grinding on my dick. I gasped, and this time he was the one with a stupid grin. For all that Layne joked that I would leave him bruised, Aiden knew what I could handle and what I enjoyed. He kept the motion up, sending pleasure all through my body, but leaned down and put his head to my breasts and started suckling. Claws dug into my flesh as he groped me.

“Good boy”, I hissed, fingers in that shaggy mess of silver hair. I grabbed hold enough to make him yelp, and dragged him up for a kiss, our tongues dancing together. Pulling away, I looked into his beautiful eyes. I wasn’t necessarily in love with him, nor he me, but we did love each other, in our own way. Grandmother enjoyed these emotions as well. Passionate and human. The dead don’t feel that, and feeling her thrill at feeling my pleasure reinforced my decision to stay all those years ago.

Aiden kissed along my chin, and then at my throat. Then that little fucker bit. Hard. I let out a moan and thrust up into him, eliciting one from him as well, vibrating pleasantly against my throat. I clung to him, fingers in his hair again, arching my neck. While he has many traits of a ruminant, he certainly isn’t, and this little bastard twink has fangs. I could feel the heat as they dug into my skin.

He shifted his weight, and slid off of me, then pulled my leg up and sat on the other. Then he angled my junk towards him and started grinding on it, thrusting his own hips as if he were fucking me. “Good boy.”

“You are so fucking hot, Granger,” he said, kissing my leg. His hands were down on my stomach. I’ve been on hormones for pretty much half my life now, but as much work as I do, I keep in shape. In my experience, there’s nothing twinks love more than muscles. And of course, there’s more than that. “All these badass scars.”

I flinched a little as his fingertips grazed the knotted mess of thigh that gave me my limp. He pulled back a little, and looked me in the eyes, but I took his hand and guided it back. It was okay. I knew him, and he was safe.

“Almost got a new one last night,” I moaned. “Got my head cut in half.”

He stopped grinding for a moment. I opened one eye, hair in my face. “Wait, seriously?” he asked.

“Seriously.” I traced the line down from my forehead to my ribs. Aiden was right, there were plenty of other scars, including the ones from the car accident when I was eight. “Broadsword. Got stuck in my sternum.”

He leaned down and kissed my chest and I swear I could feel his antlers brush my chin. “Granger, that kills people. How are you such a badass?”

“Grandmother has been good to me,” I shrugged, fingers in his hair. “Been there done that on the whole dying thing. Seems like a mug’s game.”

“You are so fucking hot.”

I stroked his hair for a bit and enjoyed the feeling of his almost catlike tongue on my scars. “Yeah…”

[THE TWO OF THEM HAVE SEX FOR A BIT. I’LL FIGURE OUT THE SPECIFICS LATER, I WANT TO GET TO THE GOOD PART]

I held Aiden tight, my arms around his waist, pulling him into me, fingers digging into flesh hard enough to leave bruises. His claws raked my back and he let out a moan as I pressed into his ass. The moan ended when he sank his too-sharp teeth into my shoulder. Blood ran down his chin and I gasped.

We weren’t made for each other, he would never be my one and only. But I didn’t need him to. I needed these furry legs wrapping around my waist, I needed his tight ass against me. I needed his warmth and the ethereal smell of petrichor and cut flowers. I spasmed and pressed against him, trying to thrust further than was physically possible. I could barely cum, but it didn’t matter. There was a sense of catharsis. I let him go, and simply loomed over him, panting. His face curtained by my dark hair. Grandmother, too, felt a bit of her pulled away. That soft sense of losing something, of feeling release. Satisfaction. Passion. Drawn from my chest down into Aiden.

Aiden was smiling, but there were tears in his eyes. And blood on his lips. I’d seen both before. I stroked his cheek and leaned down to kiss him. “You fed on me, didn’t you?”

He looked up at me, pale face red as I played with his sideburns. “Sorry. I couldn’t help it. I love the taste… when you’re with me. No one ever… even, you know, The Witch. I can taste her, too.”

“It’s okay, little faun,” I said kissing him again, my body feeling drained. “You know how I feel.”

“Yeah… No one else feels about me that way. You…” his voice broke a little, and he reached up to rub his nose, “you love me.”

“Yeah.” I brushed the corner of his eye with my thumb. “Attachments are a bit iffy, but I’d hate to lose you. But I know I’m not the only one.”

“Lace is… well, he feels everything intensely. Every time is like his first, but I’m always leading.”

“Yeah, but he still loves you, right?”

Aiden looked away and rubbed his nose again. “Yeah. We’re gay as fuck. Cute as hell together.”

I gave him a kiss again, but everything felt heavy. “Layne, too.” I said, patting his cheek before slowly pulling away and reaching over to the floor.

“I don’t know. I can’t taste him the way I can with you. We don’t…” I heard him shift on the bed as he shrugged, “we don’t taste each other. Faerie things don’t feel it. We don’t give up our glamour. Sometimes I wonder if we have emotions at all. Maybe it’s all just fake.”

I grabbed what I wanted and lay back in bed, the feeling so relaxing. Grandmother wasn’t really capable of sleeping, and geister don’t need to for that matter, but she was still and content, nestled up in side me.

I pulled out a cigarette from a carton of prerolled joints with my lips and slid he Pyre-Flame key into it’s tumblers. “What, like a P-zombie?” I was about to put my flaming thumb up to the joint when Aiden reached between my lips and took it from me.

“Use the vape,” he handed it to me, “Layne doesn’t like actual smoking in the house.”

I frowned, but the sight of him offering me the vape was too good. I sighed and took it, drawing in a long slow hit. I held it.

“Anyway, what’s a P-zombie?” Aiden asked as I lay back down with him, and slid an arm beneath his shoulders, pulling him against me.

I let the smoke out through my nose. “It’s a philosophical thing. Basically it’s someone who pretends like they’ve got emotions and can think and experience things, but they’re basically just pretending. They’re like robots I guess, but people.”

“Oh, like the Nobodies.”

“Huh?” I handed him the vape.

“Uh, from Kingdom Hearts. Organization XIII.”

“I don’t know what that means. Is that one of those cartoons you like?”

Aiden took a hit and blew the smoke in my face, the little dork. “It’s a video game. Anyway they keep saying they don’t have emotions, but they sure seem sad about it.”

I waved a hand, “well, there you go.”

“But what if they’re not pretending? How do you know the difference?”

I shrugged, “You don’t. That’s why it’s dumb. Plus, what counts as faking it? If they have all the same responses, what does it matter?”

“How’s this relate to me?”

“Maybe you’re also not really faking it, you just can’t feed on each other because of magical bullshit.” I shifted, “but also wouldn’t you know if you didn’t feel emotions? Don’t you feel them, even when you don’t feed?” ”I mean, yeah…” he took another hit, this time blowing it away. “But I wish Layne loved me the way you do.”

I took the pen and bonked him on the head. It sounded a lot like I imagine a metal and glass pen might sound when hitting velvet covered antlers, as opposed to hair covered skull. “He literally gives you a roof, dork.”

“Ow!” he rubbed his head, “but I want him to have sex with me.”

“Kid, he’s probably like twice my age. Maybe he just thinks it would be weird.”

“I’ve been with guys older than Layne probably is. They’ll fuck any warm wet hole half the time.” He got quiet in that way that says he has more to say. After a few moments, I shook him and pulled him close. “I just wonder if it’s because I’m trans. Like, would he want to fuck me if I had a dick?”

I didn’t let him see me wince. I hate the fucking feeling. That gnawing uncertainty for why guys never call back, and only ever want to meet up off hook up apps and cum in you and tell you to go home. I did my best to keep it out of my voice when I spoke.

“Doubt it. I can tell he loves you.” I kissed his forehead, “besides, it’s not like he’s fucking Lace. Is he?”

“I mean… I guess not. Lace would have told me if that was the cause. That dude has no filter. And I’ve seen the way some of the customers look at him.”

“Well, there you go. I’ve seen Lace. He’s the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen. No offense.”

“Heh. None taken.”

“If he doesn’t want to fuck Lace, then the problem is definitely not being trans.”

“Maybe he’s straight?” There was a visible worry in his voice.

“Deer, he’s made of paper. You’re some kind of woodland critter. Lace is, as far as I can tell, a relatively smart, if not very bright, zombie. I’m bonded to the ghost of a spiteful alewife from the 1500s.” Grandmother stirred from her relaxed torpor. “Sorry, 1600s. There’s all manner of freaks and weirdos that hang out at Storybrooke. I’m pretty sure he bought the shop off a robot from Hell. I have never met a spook that was straight. Not any of the cool ones, at least.”

Aiden chuckled, “yeah. Hard to imagine he’s looking for a wife.”

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He loves you. I don’t need a magical sense to know that.” I took another hit, and then passed the pen back. “Besides, he literally gave you a home and expects nothing back. He’s probably just not comfortable with the age difference, and that he’s your boss. And, I guess, probably the room for that matter. He’d probably feel like he was taking advantage of you. I mean, he knows about…” I waggled my hands, “the side business?”

“yeah.” Aiden took a final drag, and then slid the vape over onto the bedside table and nuzzled up against me, closing his eyes. “He knows. I kinda wish he was jealous, but he’s so chill, yaknow? Just tells me to be safe. God, it was so embarrassing when he gave me condoms.”

“oh, man,” I cringed, “I’d die.”

“They were in a little paper sack, like they give out at Planned Parenthood.” He giggled, “he almost started explaining STDs to me, but even he was too embarrassed about that.”

“Yeah, he definitely loves you. Hate to say it, but he probably thinks of you as more of a son.”

“Granger, you have no idea how many times johns have wanted me to play act as their son.”

“Probably as often as they’ve wanted me to wear their daughter’s clothes.”

We both had a laugh at that.

“Kinda hot, though,” Aiden murmured. “Think he’d like if I called him Daddy?”

I tried to ignore him, which was ruined by the fact that I snorted and couldn’t keep a straight face. “You know, we should probably do something about the sheets that are covered in my blood and your cunt juice.”

Aiden flicked my nose, “you were dripping too. Besides, it can wait for tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” I put my arms around him and pulled the blanket over us both.

“I could call you Daddy,” he whispered into my chest with a yawn. This absolutely criminal little fuck.

I kissed him on the forehead, “Next time, you better.”

With this looming quest into the land of the dead, there was plenty on my mind to worry about, but for now I could put it aside. Sleep rarely came easy, but with Grandmother calm and Aiden gently snoring, I allowed myself the rest.