A Shadow of Wings

by Gayle, Linda

  “Then don’t say anything. Just kiss me, okay?”

  Still smiling, Cam canted over and met Dylan’s mouth with his own. Oh yeah, that was more like it. Dylan wrapped his hand around the back of Cam’s head and plunged his tongue into Cam’s mouth, giving him a kiss he wouldn’t forget. Within seconds, Cam was breathing hard and clutching at Dylan’s shoulder, and Dylan easily nudged him onto his back, following him down, never losing lip contact.

  They broke apart long enough for Dylan to throw his leg over Cam’s hips and straddle him. “Now I got you where I want you. Didn’t even have to use karate.”

  Cam ran hungry hands up over Dylan’s chest. “Maybe I’ve got you where I wanted.”

  “Then we’re both happy.” He scooted down a bit so Cam’s hard dick lay under his ass. “I really like the way you get so hot so fast.”

  “I don’t know how else to be since I met you.” He dragged his nails over Dylan’s nipples, and the shivery sensation shot straight to his balls. “Is that good?” His voice a rough whisper, he thumbed Dylan’s nips.

  “Fuck yeah.” Bending down, Dylan drew the tip of his tongue in a circle around Cam’s nipple, and Cam jolted, then breathed out heavily. “See, nice, huh?”

  “So good.” Now his hands roamed freely, stroking Dylan’s arms, his chest, his thighs. “Can’t we… I want…more.”

  Something about the half-choked tone of his words let Dylan know asking for such a thing wasn’t easy for Cam. He cupped Cam’s face in his palm and kissed him gently. “I got more planned for you, sugar. After the movie.” He was just enough of a dick to tease.

  “I can’t wait that long. More now, please. Something.”

  Cam sat up straight again, his palms on Cam’s chest. “What did you have in mind?”

  The dark brows scrunched over the goggles. “Anything.”

  “You must have some ideas.” He flicked his fingers over Cam’s nipples again, trailed them lower, over Cam’s belly. He had the tiniest little belly button Dylan had ever seen, hardly more than a scar.

  There wasn’t time to dwell on it because Cam whispered, “I want to suck your dick.”

  Chapter Nine

  Cam stared up through his goggle slits at the man he yearned for more than anything else in creation. Dylan’s dirty blond hair stood in a damp mess around his flushed face, and his blue eyes gazed intently. The bruise on his cheek had begun to fade but still gave him a rough, appealing edge. Of course Dylan tried to peer past the slits, but the goggles were cleverly designed. Part of Cam appreciated the freedom they afforded him, as he could look at his lover to his heart’s content, but part of him longed for that unhindered connection. He swallowed drily and murmured, “Would that be all right?”

  “Hell, yeah. I think I could handle that.” Dylan’s crooked smile made Cam all tingly inside, and when he bent to kiss Cam again, he eagerly opened for the slide of their tongues.

  Cam had never felt this way, nearly transported by the desire ricocheting inside him. Dylan’s ass on his cock, his tongue in his mouth, his hands on either side of Cam’s face—heaven, pure paradise. Dylan’s dominant position, on his knees, bracing either side of Cam’s waist, sent Cam’s brain into a whirl. He wanted Dylan to take control, show him what to do. Teach him. Cam had always been an outstanding student.

  As if he’d read his mind, his lover sat back and thumbed open the snap of his jeans. “You do the rest,” Dylan ordered.

  With a quick swipe of his tongue across his lower lip, Cam reached for Dylan’s zipper. He eased it down, aware at every moment of Dylan’s ragged breathing, of his fists opening and closing over his thighs, of his stare boring into him. Cam pushed his fingers inside the pants and felt the steely length of Dylan’s cock. “Don’t you ever wear underwear?” he asked with a laugh.

  “They just get in the way. Commando’s better. Faster, if you know what I mean.”

  “I do know what you mean.” He slid his fingers into the jeans and touched bare skin, tight and hot, and then up farther, to the fat head, already slick with precum. He pulled out his fingers and touched the salty drop to his tongue.

  “Oh fuck.” Dylan took a big, audible breath and rubbed himself through his parted jeans. “You like that?”

  Cam could only nod. “More,” he whispered. His own cock swelled and ached for release, still trapped under Dylan’s butt. Later. Now was for this.

  Dylan inched forward until his knees were in Cam’s armpits. He pushed his jeans down his narrow hips as far as his position would allow, and Cam shifted until Dylan’s thick prick filled his waiting palm. The shaft was flushed a deep red, the head even darker, and another pearl oozed from the slit. Cam had only to lift his head and extend his tongue to catch it.

  With a grunt, Dylan pushed his cock past Cam’s lips, and Cam’s mouth flooded with the earthy taste of him. He dragged his tongue under the head and over the slit, then sucked him in as far as he could. He felt Dylan cup the back of his head and appreciated the support. It meant he could drag him in deeper and faster and not wear out his neck.

  If he had any doubts he was doing a good job, Dylan erased them with his muttered cursing and encouragement. “Fuck yeah, baby, that is so good. Use your tongue, mm. Suck it. You like that dick in your mouth?”

  His dirty talk had Cam’s head ringing and his blood pounding. The smooth back-and-forth of his hips urged him on. Dylan’s cock felt like it could burn his tongue, it was so hot, so full, and all Cam could think about, beyond the bliss of pleasing his first human lover, was how good this relentless shaft would feel inside him. He clenched his ass cheeks and lifted his hips, seeking relief for his own arousal. He threw back his head, clutching Dylan’s shaft in his fist. “Dylan,” he gasped out. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

  “Yeah, sugar, no problem, trust me.” Dylan’s fingers scored roughly across Cam’s scalp, reestablishing their hold in his hair. Even the sharp tug felt erotic. Cam swallowed down his cock again, moaning as Dylan’s hips rolled sensually, the thick rod stretching Cam’s lips. “Jesus, Cam, you sure you never did this before?”

  He pulled back enough to say, “Never. But I’ve dreamed.”

  “I bet you have. I can tell. Mm, yeah, nice and slow.” Controlling Cam’s head, Dylan pushed his cock inch by inch into his mouth again, and Cam obliged him by rolling his tongue all around it. He let it go again, nudged the wet length up with his cheek, and managed to lap at Dylan’s balls. Their position made the angle difficult, and his neck strained, but Dylan hissed in a breath, then reared up to shove his jeans down even more. He bent a leg over Cam’s shoulder so his balls hung right near his eager, waiting mouth.

  Tonguing his sac offered a new palette of delicious flavors—sweat and musk and soap. The beast in him snarled with heady lust. Cam clutched at Dylan’s thighs, then used a hand to push his cock back between his lips. When Dylan made a helpless grunt beneath his breath, Cam knew he was close. He alternated briefly between balls and cock, then got bold and slid his fingers around to Dylan’s ass.

  The move made Dylan growl out a throaty, “Yeah.”

  Cam glanced up to see his lover’s eyes were shut tight, his lower lip caught fast between his teeth, his breathing unsteady. Dylan’s fingers clutched convulsively in Cam’s hair, but the bite of pain only added to Cam’s excitement. He might be the one with the dick down his throat, but he felt more in control, more empowered, than he ever had in his life. And when he boldly dragged his fingertips down the crack of Dylan’s ass and fingered his hole while he sucked hard on Dylan’s cock, he got his reward.

  With a drawn-out groan, Dylan came, flooding Cam’s mouth. Cam nearly choked, it was so much, so novel, but he swallowed fast, his body rising on a new wave of heat. Then he went rigid as he climaxed too, untouched, his hips arching, bare toes curling hard. God above, the waves of pleasure rolling through him were almost as good as if Dylan had returned the favor.

  He felt the wet stain spread behind his zipper but couldn’t bring himself to
care. It was worth it. As his lover’s spent cock slipped from his mouth and the last tremor racked his body, Cam licked his lips, panting, and rubbed his sore jaw.

  Dylan slid back, then ran his hands up Cam’s arms and held them above Cam’s head against the floor while he kissed him deeply. This notion of tasting yourself had never occurred to Cam, but he’d loved it last night, and by the way Dylan’s tongue swept around the inside of his mouth, Dylan liked it too. It was the perfect ending to his first given blowjob.

  “That was ah-ma-zing.” Dylan sat up again, his weight heavy on Cam’s belly. “Now how about you, baby?”

  “Too late. I couldn’t wait.”

  “Shot your load, eh? That’s cool. Kind of hot you got so turned on.”

  The goggle slits narrowed his field of vision down to just Dylan’s wonderful face and his gleaming blue eyes, sleepy with satisfaction, and that wonderful mouth, slanted with humor. Truly, everything was right with Cam’s world. “I think I want to take a nap now.”

  “Nuh-uh, not a chance. We got a movie to catch.”

  “I appreciate your effort, but really”—he plucked at the open waist of Dylan’s jeans, so warm and content he could close his eyes—“haven’t I worn you out yet?”

  “Not hardly.” Dylan swung off him and got to his feet, leaving Cam cold, then reached down for him. “That was just the coming attractions, man. We got a lot more to do today.”

  Well, with a promise like that, he supposed he could find some energy in reserve. With a shiver of anticipation zipping down his spine, Cam reached up, slapped his hand into Dylan’s, and let him pull him up.

  Dylan had nearly as much fun watching Cam watch the movie as he’d had getting sucked off. Oh, well, maybe not that much fun. That’d been a hell of a blowjob. Just thinking about it gave him another boner. Sitting in the dark theater, he adjusted himself and pressed back into the seat cushion. His nerdy virgin Ninja angel must have had some fantabulous daydreams to know so well what to do with that tongue and those lips.

  “Hey, don’t bogart the popcorn,” Dylan said, needing to distract himself. Without looking over, Cam tipped the bag toward him, and Dylan grabbed a handful. Something funny must have happened on the screen, because Cam laughed; then his face went serious again. And then his eyebrows rose and he stopped chewing. Just watching his expressions, Dylan could pretty much tell what was going on in the Tony Jaa movie. He said so to Cam, who turned to him, eyes now behind glasses with a light reflective lens. The kid had to have a million different shades.

  “This is a good movie. I like it.”

  “I thought you might. It looked good. Lots of action.” In fact, at that moment, a sweaty, bare-chested Tony was swinging from the tusks of a massive elephant while battling a crow demon. “Sick kung fu scenes, right?”

  “Actually, I think it’s Muay Thai or some variation on it. I would like to study with him.” He sounded like he’d like to do more than study with old Tony, and Dylan frowned.

  “You think he’s hot?”

  “Hot as in good-looking?” He bent to sip his Coke from a straw. “Do you think so?”

  “I wasn’t asking myself.”

  That got Cam’s attention. “You’re not jealous?”

  “Fuck, no.” Sliding down in the seat, he laced his hands over his stomach and crossed one ankle over his knee. “Just asking.”

  Cam glanced back at the action on the screen. “Well, he’s clearly a master. And the way he’s fighting the demon… He’s brave. But he’s a bit short for me. On the other hand, I do like that elephant.”

  Dylan grabbed another handful of popcorn. “Yeah? So you think that elephant’s hot?”

  “Mmm,” Cam said. “I would do that elephant in a heartbeat.”

  “Ha, you’d have jizz coming out your nose for a week.”

  He nodded. “The cleanup would be a lot of work.”

  “Then where would you keep it? We got a hard enough time finding a place for Gerts.”

  “Guess it’d have to be a one-night stand.”

  “Don’t do that, man. Don’t break an elephant’s heart. They never forget.”

  A harsh “shhh” sounded behind them, and they both snickered. There were only a few other people in the theater anyhow.

  Dylan reached over and tugged on Cam’s sleeve. “Get down here, you.”

  Cam slid down so they were face-to-face, and Dylan kissed him, nice and easy, enjoying the butter-and-salt flavor of Cam’s soft lips, sweetened with soda. When they parted, Cam gave him a cocky smile, like the cat that ate the cream, as indeed he was. He’d definitely had a spring in his step as they’d walked from his place to the theater. That was what Dylan liked to see—Cam all confident, feeling good about himself. He could still hardly believe no one had beaten him to this guy.

  Stuffing his face with popcorn, he watched the movie. He’d tapped into his precious savings to buy this and the sodas and the tickets. It was worth it. Cam was worth it. But what did it say about his feelings for the kid already that he’d part with forty hard-earned bucks for him?

  And then there were Dr. Martin’s words of warning earlier this morning, when he’d staggered in at six a.m. still half dazzled by Cam’s mojo. He must have really looked like shit, bleary eyed and wobbly, because she’d taken one look at him, crossed her arms over her big boobs, and given him one of those “mmm-hmms” that would make any grown man feel like a kid about to get grounded for life.

  “Dylan, you know I like you,” she’d said, straightforward as always, “and you do a good job around here, but if you come rolling in again looking like you’ve been up all night partying, that’s it. I can’t entrust these animals to you if I don’t know you’re clean and sober.”

  His protests had gotten him another “mm-hmm” and a stink-eye stare. It wasn’t like he could tell her exactly what had happened.

  Since he started work at six, he’d gotten through his early morning duties, cleaning cages, getting the exam rooms prepped for the day, taking Gertie out for walkies, but he remembered what Dr. M had said, and he knew he couldn’t show up like that again or he’d be fired. So now he not only emptied his tiny bank account, but he also risked his pathetic livelihood to be with his dark angel.

  He glanced at Cam and shook his head. Yeah. So worth it.

  Chapter Ten

  An hour later, as they ambled back to Cam’s house in the warm September sunshine, Cam was still going on about the movie. “I didn’t visit that part of Thailand, but Tash has. I wish I could ask him what it’s like. Maybe I’ll be able to go back there someday.”

  “Take me. It looks like fun, with all those bandits and demons flying around.”

  He scoffed. “Demons aren’t really like that.”

  Was that a chink in his angel’s wall? Dylan said nothing, then realized the silence would tip Cam off. “No?” he said casually. “I thought they were pretty realistic.”

  Cam snorted. “They’re more insubstantial, for one thing. And the elephants would have been terrified.”

  “I don’t know, man, elephants are pretty tough.”

  “No animals tolerate demons.”

  The way dogs didn’t like Cam? He didn’t like to think his new lover might be some sort of satanic creature, so he said, “Seen a lot of ’em, have you?”

  Unfortunately, that seemed to snap Cam out of his comfort zone. “No, of course not.” His head dropped so he studied the sidewalk, and he gave a stiff shrug. “They don’t really exist, anyhow.”

  “That’s not what I heard priests say.”

  “Priests say a lot of things.” Cam’s good mood seemed to have evaporated all of a sudden, which sucked.

  Dylan reached for his hand, drawing Cam’s shaded gaze. “So you liked the movie, though?”

  The smile came back, shy and fleeting. “It was terrific. Thank you. I…I’ve never been on a date before.”

  That’s tragic. “I don’t go on many myself. It was good to get out. Hey, don’t worry about the demons, oka
y? I wasn’t trying to dig.” Lies, all lies.

  “It’s not that. It’s…” He scratched at his scalp, then rubbed his nape. “I thought I heard something.”

  “Yeah? Like what?” This side street was quiet, like most of the city, which was pretty dead as cities went. Bad economy and all that.

  They stopped on the empty sidewalk, and Cam looked around. “Like…somebody calling for help.”

  Dylan listened hard. “I don’t hear nothing.”

  Cam hesitated, then said, “I think someone’s in trouble.”

  “Like who?”

  “I don’t know.”

  He stopped and listened. “Like, what did you hear?”

  He scrubbed his hand over the back of his neck again as if trying to wipe away a bug. “I’m sorry. You should probably go. Or wait here. No, go. I’ll come to you later, after work, all right?”

  His lilting voice sounded strained. “What’s going on? If it’s something to do with those, uhh”—he waved toward where he’d seen Dylan’s phantom wings—“it’s cool.”

  Cam shook his head and tried to free himself from Dylan’s grip. “I have to go. I…I’ll meet you later.” Even with the glasses obscuring his view, Dylan could tell Cam had squeezed his eyes tight, and his forehead furrowed like he’d gotten a sudden headache. “It’s getting stronger.”

  “Stronger? You mean louder?”

  “Yes, louder.” Agitated now, Cam tried to tug away. “Please, let me go.”

  “Okay, okay.” Dylan did, letting Cam’s fingers slip. “Go on.”

  Without another word, Cam left him and half jogged across the street.

  Dylan jogged after him.

  Cam looked over his shoulder, turned, spread his arms and walked backward. “What are you doing?”

  “Just so happens I’m walking the same way.”

  “You can’t, Dylan. Seriously.”

  “So stop me. You know how.” He glared extra hard at those sunglasses, feeling almost guilty when Cam ducked his head out of habit.

  Cam stopped at the curb, and Dylan caught up. Cam clutched his arm. “I’m serious. I want you to go home.”