Story Orgy – Creature Feature – Chapter Twelve

Hi friends and happy Monday! I’m on way back from San Diego after an amazing and fun filled GRL, also known as Gay Rom Lit, the funtastic gathering of authors, readers, and reviewers of all things gay romance. Even though I’m on the other side of the country from my faithful writing desk, I couldn’t leave Terror By Moonlight_cvryou hanging with no post! So get ready to read on for more Creature Feature with Demmy and Cody.

The first book of this series, Terror by Moonlight, is available at Wilde City Press , Amazon , and All Romance eBooks! Check out the case that started it all for Demmy and Cody!

So far this story is untitled, but we’ll see what comes up as I write it, shall we?

Today’s prompt is: It was all he expected.

Now, grab your caffeinated beverage of choice and settle in. Enjoy!

Story Orgy Creature Feature

Chapter Twelve

Hank Edwards

(c) 2015

Cody prided himself on maintaining his temper. He’d always been the calm inside the storm of his family, most likely because he was the middle child of five boys, and his parents were more hippie throwback wannabes than parents with a schedule or a plan. Even though he was disorganized and terminally late and more than a bit lazy about housekeeping chores, Cody was, he liked to think, a calm and rational person. He’d been that way all through school and even on the Parson’s Hollow High School football team where he was known as Cool Headed Cody.

The state trooper who was questioning him and Demetrius, however, was about to push Cody over the edge. Not only was the trooper a walking stereotype, but based on his comments, he was also a misogynistic racist bigot, and he had pushed all of Cody’s trigger buttons in the hour he’d been questioning them about Hubert’s disappearance.

“How did you come to have the key to this National Park gate?” Trooper Bentworth asked for the fifth time.

Demmy jumped in to respond before Cody could refer the trooper back to his little notebook he’d been scribbling in non-stop.

“Hubert had the key and opened the gate,” Demmy explained, “and he didn’t tell us how he came by its ownership.”

Trooper Bentworth turned his Ray Bans on Demmy. “You two licensed to work as animal control here in Florida?”

“No, sir,” Demmy replied. “Like we said, we were doing Mr. Potts a favor and helping out the Underwoods who had hired him to watch their dogs while they were off visiting their grandchildren in Arizona.”

“I see.” Bentworth studied his notes, then looked up at Cody. “Where you boys from again?”

“Parson’s Hollow, Pennsylvania,” Cody said. “Look, it’s really hot out here and we’re covered in insect bites. Can you take down our address and phone numbers and let us get back to the Singleton condo and clean up?”

Trooper Bentworth took a step closer and gestured toward the open gate that led to the trail into the Everglades. “A man is missing, Mr. Bower. I would think you’d have some respect for that fact.”

“I have the utmost respect for that fact,” Cody said, “but us standing here repeating answers to questions you already asked isn’t helping to find him, is it?”

“You’ve got a bad attitude,” Bentworth said. “Maybe a trip to the station will help set you to rights.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary, Trooper Bentworth,” Demmy said, pulling the trooper’s glare to himself. “We’re not used to this heat, so forgive us for any attitude. But we have told you everything we know and we’ve provided our contact information. I am concerned about Mr. Potts as well, but my mother is scheduled to have open heart surgery tomorrow, and I do need to get to the hospital and make sure everything is all set.”

Trooper Bentworth took a couple of steps back and looked between them. “All right, I can appreciate that fact. I’m very close with my mother as well.”

Cody just bet he was, and added mama’s boy to the end of his description of stereotypical misogynistic racist bigot.

“I’ll call in a search team,” Bentworth said with a look down the trail. “But we’re stretched pretty thin what with all the other missing persons in this area.” He gave Cody a long, steady look. “I just hope you didn’t think to take advantage of that situation and do away with Mr. Potts out there in the ‘glades.”

Story_Orgy_logo“I can assure you, we had nothing to do with it,” Cody said. “And I sincerely hope you find him safe and sound out there. But we do have to be going, as Demmy stated.”

“Demmy?” Bentworth repeated, and looked at Demetrius. “That’s what he calls you?”

 Demmy nodded. “It is.”

“Sounds kinda gay to me,” Bentworth offered. “Don’t know if I’d like it if I was you.”

“Well, I don’t mind it,” Demmy replied, and managed to keep any malice out of his tone. He always managed to keep his temper when dealing with douchebags like Bentworth. It was true Demmy through and through, and it was all Cody expected of him.

They nodded to Trooper Bentworth and got into the motorized cart. It had taken Cody a few minutes to figure out how to operate the damn thing after they’d searched for Hubert on their own then had to drive out of the trail to get a cell signal and call for “help,” which arrived in the form of the offensive Trooper Bentworth. Cody got the cart started once more and drove back down the street, trying not to scratch the multiple insect bites or mourn his mud caked shoes and socks.

“What a fucking tool,” Demmy muttered from the seat beside him.

Cody let out a long, loud laugh and they shared a smile. He squeezed Demmy’s shoulder and asked, “You doing okay?”

“I’m trying,” Demmy replied. “I just have no idea what happened to Hubert, and I feel awful about it. I mean, we were right there with him. How could he just vanish like that?”

“An excellent question,” Cody said, and dropped his hand to the space between the seats. He touched something metal and lifted up Hubert’s large and heavy key ring. “Well, he’s not planning to go breaking into people’s places, that’s for sure.”

“That’s even more worrisome,” Demmy said, and met Cody’s gaze. “What the ever loving fuck have we gotten involved with now?”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Cody replied.

Demmy’s phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out and checked the display. “It’s my Dad.” He took a breath then accepted the call. “Hi Dad, sorry, we got into a bit of a mess helping Hubert with his favor… No, nothing like that. There was an alligator in a swimming pool… No, we don’t usually deal with alligators, so it was a bit of a learning process… It was at the Underwoods’… Yes, the vegetarians.” He gave Cody an “Oh my God, really?” look and shook his head, then returned to the conversation with his father. “There was a bit of a problem, though… No, we’re fine, but Hubert’s missing… Yes, I said missing… We don’t know what happened, Dad. He took us to a trail into the Everglades with the Underwoods’ cart… What?… Yes, it’s a very nice cart.” Demetrius rolled his eyes at Cody. “Anyway, we let the alligator loose near the swamp… Sorry, I know it’s not technically a swamp…” Demmy huffed out an exasperated breath. “Fine, we let it loose down by the water, but it ran back down the trail toward the street, and when we looked around Hubert was gone… Yes, we called the state police and they sent someone to talk to us, but there’s no sign of Hubert yet… I don’t know, Dad, I guess we’ll return the cart to the Underwoods’ place and take the keyring to his wife and let her know he’s missing… Yes, he left his keyring in the cart… Yes, we figured he’d take that with him if he had the choice… Yes, I agree. Hey, how’s Mom? Any word from the surgeon?… Oh, they moved it out a day?”

“Everything okay?” Cody asked as he pulled the cart into the Underwoods’ garage and switched the power off.

Demmy held up a finger for Cody to wait a moment as he continued to talk with his father. “Why did they move out the date?… Oh, okay. But they’re not worried about it?… Okay, that’s good then. Hey, look, we just got back and we’re both a mess. Can you and Amelia visit with Mom tonight and tell her I’ll see her tomorrow?… Yeah, Cody and I will find something to eat, no problem. We’ll just hang out at the condo.”

Apprehension filled Cody as he realized he and Demmy would be alone for hours in his parents’s condo, with nothing to do but watch TV or talk. This was his chance to let Demmy know how he had been feeling lately. The thought of it, though, made Cody’s stomach tighten and sent a low wave of nausea through him. This could very well change everything between him and Demmy, and while Cody was feeling something very strong for Demmy these days, he wasn’t sure he was ready to risk their friendship.

But keeping quiet about something like this was really eating at him. He needed to figure out if he was just feeling too attached to Demmy because they spent so much time together these days, or if it was something more than that. Maybe he needed to see if gay sex was really for him, but how? He wasn’t about to go cruise the gay bars, either here in Florida or back home, so what could he do?

“Earth to Cody,” Demmy said and shook his shoulder. “You in there?”

“Huh? What?” Cody looked over at Demmy who had gotten out of the cart and was leaning in over the seat with a hand on his shoulder. “Oh, sorry. I drifted.”

“Thinking about porn again?” Demmy asked with a grin.

A lightbulb went off inside Cody’s brain, and he smiled as he knew what he might be able to do to figure this crazy attraction out once and for all.

“Who?” he asked with a grin. “Me?”

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