The rushing waters of Niagara grew louder the closer they came to the river. Bright lights kept the falls lit, even at night, and somewhere along the shore was the booth and dock for the Maid of the Mist and the visitor's center. There must've been a Niagara watch tower somewhere nearby too, some lights, some cameras, but Pylar couldn't find them. The gate had been pulled across the parking lot and locked out, yet somehow, when they approached, Gage touched the lock, it popped open, and they walked inside the otherwise deserted parking lot. The rain had lightened and it was no longer down pouring. The mist was wetter. It didn't matter. Pylar was soaked through to the skin and the cold sank inside him. He held Gage's hand as the man tugged him closer to the river. Pylar's eyes wiped around looking at beams, at the light poles, at any little visitors station or building he could find and waiting to see movement in the windows, an alarm going off. His heart throbbed in his ears and he squeezed Gage's hand. Each time, he felt another tug, Gage pulled him closer, gave a laugh, and said something like, "You scared now?" or "Gonna back out?" or "I thought you wanted to have fun."

"I do want to have fun," Pylar mumbled, watching the trees in the park then back to one of the buildings along the river. "I just don't think getting arrested is the kind of fun I'm thinking about..."

"You won't get arrested as long as you're with me." They stepped onto the grass. They'd be moving down the rocks to the docks next.

"Why is that? You work here or something?"

"You could say I've got special considerations."

Pylar didn't know what that meant, but he was sure it was Gage's way of saying he was full of it. Gage's way of admitting if they were caught, Gage would throw him to the cops and run. He wanted to ask for clarification, but time got lost somewhere between the parking lot and dipping his toes into the icy water. Gage's hands pressed into his chest, rolled to the bottom of Pylar's shirt, and peeled it away from his skin. The shirt flopped into a wet pile on the rocks. The sensation of Gage's arm hands against his skin sent waves of sensation through his body. His cold feet didn't feel cold anymore. One of Gage's hands went around the back of Pylar's neck and pulled their lips together. His thumb flicked Pylar's hard nipple. Pylar gasped against Gage's mouth, but Gage didn't let him wander, didn't let him get distracted from the feeling of their bodies pressed together, of the fire heat that touched his skin and found refreshment in Gage's every move, of the hunger twisting inside of his stomach that made it hard to think of anything beyond what Gage's lips and hands were doing. With their lips connected, Gage stepped further into the water. A couple of clunks and his shoes were on the shower. Gage tilted his head down and lowered his hand to Pylar's stomach. He urged him to the ground, to sit on the river shoreline. The cold water cause Pylar to hiss, but again, Gage silenced him with hot lips. Gage's tongue came to meet his. Gage bit his lip, pulled, and came back in to tenderly stroke the bite. Pylar braced himself against the rocks and spread his legs, making room for Gage to come in closer. A knee pressed against Pylar's groin. Pylar's head dropped back with a silent groan, but Gage's lips didn't stop moving. They worked their way down his neck, again, pulling at his skin. His hot breath warmed Pylar's skin while goosebumps covered him from the chill of the water and the caress of cold air from the falls.

"I can give you release." Gage sucked on one part of Pylar's neck. There was a pinch, it should've hurt, but the tingling warmth was all he could focus on and the satisfaction as that feeling spread over his body. His eyes were half-closed. "Any way you want..." Gage's lips moved further down, kissing Pylar's collar bone, his pecks, and stopping to suck his nipple.

The waterfall in the background became white noise, a constant blurring of the real world and wherever Pylar was right now. It wasn't possible for him to be sitting in the most famous waterfall in the country with a guy met last month who he saw having sex with someone on stage. The constant blur of the waterfall felt like a wall around him, making the moment between him and Gage private. The tourist rides didn't exist, any lookout towers or cameras didn't exist. The worry of arrest was gone. Pylar and Gage were existing somewhere else, between the water from the falls. Mist floated in front of Pylar's mouth with every breath. It couldn't have been so cold that his breath was visible. His body was hot, it didn't just feel hot, it was hot, his temperature must have gone up. The water around them wasn't icy cold anymore, but it was warming, becoming comfortable. Another suck and Pylar groaned a little more audibly this time. "Take me out." Pylar opened his eyes, surprised by the sound of his own voice. He lifted his hand from the rocks and wove his fingers through Gage's wet hair. "I mean," his chest tightened when he breathed out. "Can... can you take me out..?" He swallowed again, another pant, another deep breath. "Out of.. my pants..?" His skin goosebumped again heart that phrase, hearing him say that phrase, thinking of what would come when he said it. Pylar licked his lips.

"I'll do you one better." Gage's hands went to quick work tugging at Pylar's buttons and pushing his pants down his thighs. "What is that? Robin's egg?" he said, peeling Pylar's solid-colored underwear down. He pulled the pants down as he went to his knees. His palm pressed hard into Pylar's groin, grabbing at his balls before his digits wrapped around Pylar's shaft. He opened his mouth and brought his lips to Pylar's top and then took him into his mouth.

Pylar was hot and shivers went through his body at the first touch of heat in Gage's fingertips to the blanket his mouth wrapped around him. His throat was dry, but his mouth, watering. He grabbed at the rocky shore behind him, but couldn't find anything to hold onto. His hands found their way to Gage's hair. His fingers stroked back through the other man's dark blond hair, getting caught and wrapped in the wet strands, but it all still felt soft. Pylar panted. His arms shook with weakness. Something sharp grazed along the side of his cock and when he ran his fingers back again, his fingers caught on something sticking out of the side of Gage's head. Pylar closed his hand around it — something thick and hard and warm. His hand moved through Gage's hair on the opposite side of his head and felt the same thing. He grabbed it too. He opened his eyes to see what he was holding. Gage continued down on him without stopping. Long, dark horns stuck out of Gage's head. Pylar's fingers moved down to touch the bases and felt where they connected to his head. "Horns?" Pylar panted out. "Where did these...?" His voice disappeared in a heated pant, a breath that showed in the cool river air.

"Keep touching 'em like that, and you might make me come." Gage's lips came off his cock for only a moment.

The heat and warmth involved him. His hands hung onto the horns, grabbing them tighter as if they were the handles for steering a bicycle. Had Gage had the horns when Pylar saw him at CVS? Had he had them the night of the first party? Pylar leaned back, still holding on the horns. His eyes flickered shut as warmth and pleasure moved rapidly through his body and satiated the pain and pressure he'd felt building all day long. "Why do you..." Pylar mumbled, but the rest of the thought got lost in his head, in the feeling. His toes curled against the rocky riverbed.

"I'm a demon, you know?" Gage's breath warmed the underside of Pylar's cock. His tongue moved along the curve. He used Pylar's veins as a track. "Like you."

Pylar's head buzzed until he couldn't think anymore. He clutched Gage's horns and pulled him in closer. Everything about this moment was unreal. Pylar had always been the kid who stood with his back to the locker room when he changed. He was the one who waited, who helped put the gym equipment away to give time for his classmates to change before he got there. He was the one who sat in the bleachers while he waited for the locker rooms to empty out and Maddox sat with him. He was the kid who always found an excuse to get avoid getting undressed around anyone else. Who kept his head down when he went into the bathroom so he wouldn't accidentally see someone standing at the urinal. He hadn't ever been pantsless around Maddox — underwear was the closest it had ever gone. And sure, he and Maddox were open with each other and they could talk about anything, but the talk... stayed away from sex. He wasn't interested. Maddox knew he wasn't interested. Every year starting in fourth grade when Maddox would ask him if he was going to make a Valentine's Day card for anyone and he said no and Pylar asked back and Maddox said, "No. Why don't we make them for each other?" With middle school came the Valentine's Day dances that neither of them went to and instead they had a movie marathon at Pylar's house. Then there was the first Valentine's Day dance in high school and Pylar asked who Maddox was going to take because he had been staring a lot. "Claire? Rachael? What about Anna? C'mon Mad. You're thinking about someone. I know that face," Pylar had said at the time. He bumped his elbow into Maddox.

Maddox didn't say anything for a while and then he finally said, "I think I like guys, Py."

And Pylar said back, "Mad... I don't think I like anyone."

Pylar's hips shifted, pushing him deeper into Gage's mouth. He gripped Gage's hair, his horns tighter and gritted his teeth. He came quickly and without warning. He moaned and gasped and pulled harder on Gage's hair until the end of the climax came.

"You are so hot when you moan." Gage leaned back. A bit of cum dribbled down his chin. He wiped it away with his thumb then licked it off his thumb. He leaned forward and captured Pylar's lips with his. Passionate and possessive, Gage showed Pylar a connection he'd never had before. He tugged at Pylar's lips and pulled back just enough so their breath mixed, but their lips didn't touch. "What was your name again?"

"Pylar," he breathed out. "It's weird, I know."

Gage grinned. His fingers ran through Pylar's hair and rubbed the side of his head. "Yeah, sure, the name's different... but you stand out."

Goosebumps dotted his skin and the hair on the back of Pylar's neck stood.

Gage tucked his hand around Pylar's neck and pressed their lips together again. This time it was brief, too brief. Pylar's lips chased them for a longer taste that Gage didn't give him. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Pylar?"

"...Did.. you need... anything?" His face heated up. He let go of the demon's horns and trailed his fingertips gingerly down the man's face, his jaw, feeling his skin. His eyes trailed down to Gage's groin and a lump formed in his throat. He closed his eyes. "I can try—" he paused. Opened his eyes. "I want to try." Goosebumps dotted Pylar's skin. He leaned in and gently pressed his lips to Gage's. The kiss didn't last long, but it spiked something in him like he'd taken a shot of strong liquor. He breathed out and his skin chilled, electric, hungry, and courageous.

"I wouldn't say no if you wanted to." Gage leaned back in to kiss his lips, short and quick again.

"I've never done this..."

"I can coach you."

Pylar slid off the rocky shore into the water. His hands laid on Gage's shoulders. He swayed slowly to turn Gage and press the other man against the river line where he had been sitting. Gage's unzipped his pants and caught his thumbs in his belt loops. As he sat back on the shoreline, he yanked his pants down his hips. His cock flopped out, high and hard and... somewhat different in appearance than Pylar's. He had seen a couple of dicks over the years, so he wasn't the best to gauge what was considered a normal dick and what should be weird, but he had never seen anything that looked like Gage. It was pale and had small bumps in multiple lines going from the base up to the head of his cock. The bumps appeared under the surface and grew a little darker at the highest point. Pylar was flustered, aroused, and utterly confused all at the same time. It didn't look like any STD Pylar had ever learned about in health class. "What's this?" Pylar hesitated to touch Gage's cock, but the curiosity got the better of him. His hand moved from Gage's thigh to gently brush along his cock. Each groove and bump was hot — but sure — so was the rest of Gage's cock, but there was something different in the bumps. "Why is your—"

Gage hooked his fingers under Pylar's chin and lifted his gaze. Gage's eyes weren't like they were before; they weren't dark green, they weren't normal — they weren't human. Like negatives, his eyes had become black where they should've been white and all that give them color was his white iris in the center.

"What are you..?"

"I told you already."

A demon, Gage said, but that was... not something that Pylar could believe. The horns didn't matter. Laying on the ground beside Gage's thigh, he now saw a slim, dark tail with a small arrow shape at the end. It was comically demonic. The kind of thing you'd think of when a little devil stood on your shoulder, convincing you to do all the bad things you really wanted to do, you know you shouldn't do, but he was so charming. It was the cold getting to him, making him crazy. It was the cold falls he couldn't feel and the delusion that not only caused the tail and the horns but the whole thing. Maybe he was having a fever dream. The whole day had been weird and he had been hot. Yeah. Everything was a fever dream, and so Pylar didn't need to hold back. It wasn't real, he reminded himself as he leaned down. It wasn't real, he thought as he took Gage's cock and braced himself with the other hand on Gage's thigh. It wasn't real, he thought as he parted his lips and felt Gage's fingers run through his hair. The sexual energy filled his mouth, his body, the air around them.

"I couldn't stop looking at you, Pylar. That night on the stage." Gage's voice was nearly hidden by the rushing sound of the falls. The white noise drowning him out made it feel like a secret, something Gage shouldn't have been saying and Pylar certainly shouldn't have listened.