"Yeah? What's that?"
"I'm seeing a new shrink and this time it feels different."
"How so?" Angel asked over the less painful soft cakes.
"I don't really know, but ever since I've started seeing her, I feel different."
"You look good, Mikey," Angel said. Michael could tell by the way Angel looked past him that he was uncomfortable with what he had just said. "Guess I look pretty fucking awful."
"No more than usual."
They both laughed. Angel closed his eyes and Michael drove the rest of the way in silence.
When they got to Angel's, Michael helped him inside, then up to his bed. Angel stopped every few feet, noticing how clean his house was and making appreciative comments. "You tell your mom I owe her one," he said before lying down.
"I will," Michael said. "Anything you need right now?"
"You," Angel said. "I want you to touch me." He took Michael's hand and held it against his face. "Softly," he added with a smile.
The request was so stark that Michael felt his eyes burn with emotion.
"There's nothing I'd rather do," he whispered hoarsely, then watched as Angel let out a deep sigh, his body relaxing and sinking into the bed as Michael leaned down and pressed trembling lips to Angel's bruised mouth.
"You're still beautiful to me, Angel," Michael said as he let one of his hands graze his partner's chest. He pulled gently on one of Angel's nipples, then the other. Angel turned his face to the pillow and sighed. Michael moved his hand over Angel's shoulders, down his thick, powerful arms then back up again, squeezing his shoulders as firmly as he dared until Angel groaned.
"Are you okay?" Michael asked, about to pull his hands away.
Angel nodded, a contented smile on his face. "Don't stop," he whispered.
Michael resumed his hungry exploration. He stroked Angel's forearms and was surprised to feel the tightness knotted in the muscles, so he tenderly massaged them. He kneeled on the side of the bed to position himself better, and while doing so, saw that Angel's cock was rigidly tenting the front of his shorts.
"I'm gonna take your shorts off," Michael said, his voice cracking a little.
Angel nodded. "Please," he said quietly.
Michael slid a hand under the waistband of Angel's shorts, feeling the coarse hair at the root of his cock. Angel's body hair had always been a huge turn-on to Michael, and now that he was touching it, he lingered over the way it felt against his fingers. Michael looked back at Angel and saw that he had closed his eyes. His nose had been nearly broken and his eyes were still badly bruised.
"You hurting?" he asked softly.
Angel nodded. "But I feel better when you touch me." Angel moved his hand down to Michael's, then moved it away from where it lingered and pushed it against his thick cock.
Michael squeezed gently and felt the hardness pulse with need. Angel moved slightly, trying to arch into Michael's grip, but fell back in what Michael assumed was pain.
"Don't move, just lie there," Michael said. "Let me take care of you." He got up and turned the overhead fan on. It had gotten warm and the room had the drowsy, late-afternoon light trickling through the window shades. He went to the bathroom, found a bottle of lotion under the sink, then returned to find Angel looking longingly after him.
"Take your clothes off," Angel said, his voice low but steady.
Michael quickly undid the buttons on his shirt then pulled his shorts and underwear off.
"You're a beautiful man," Angel remarked, "I always thought so—a beautiful fucked-up man who has had a lot of bad shit happen to him."
Michael saw that Angel was pained. "Don't say anything else," Michael said, then went to Angel's side and resumed his gentle massage. He moved them slowly down Angel's thighs then back up, then down to his knees. "You all right?" he asked, looking back at Angel, who had closed his eyes again.
Angel nodded and smiled. "You like teasing me?"
Michael laughed. "Am I teasing you?"
Angel took Michael's hand and moved it back to his rigid cock. "You shouldn't tease an invalid."
Michael remembered the lotion he'd found and squirted some in his free hand, then slowly slid his greased palm against Angel's cock, causing Angel to groan into the pillow.
"You're about as much an invalid as I am. Don't overdo it," Michael said, stroking Angel's cock with his greased hand. "You'll be back on your feet in no time, but for now"—he stroked faster—"you're all mine."
"Fuck," Angel groaned. "Faster."
Michael slid his hand up and down Angel's cock, enjoying the meaty heft, the way it slid, shiny and wet, against his palm. Angel's hand was on his arm, gripping, digging his fingers into Michael's forearm. "Mikey, fuck, I would love to fuck you, stick my dick deep inside." He was panting and Michael could tell he was about to come.
"Yeah," Michael said. "You want my ass? You wanna put that big thing in my ass?" He stroked faster then reached down and began stroking himself. It took a second to match the rhythm but he was soon stroking his own and 'Angel's dick in furious unison.
"Fuck yeah," Angel called out. "Fuck, you're gonna make me come!"
"Yeah, come for me, baby. Shoot that fucking load." Michael's balls begin to ache. He was gonna come, and just as he felt himself topple over the edge, a hot spurt of Angel's cum hit his stomach.
Michael's orgasm was so powerful that he felt as if his whole body was about to explode, and for a second, Michael thought he was having a heart attack. "Angel," he grunted but couldn't hold back. He let out a low, growling groan as his cock began to twitch then shoot rope after rope of cum across Angel's own jism-soaked dick.
"Fuck," he managed to say, as he felt his muscles begin to relax and the final shudders of his orgasm relented.
Angel grabbed Michael's cock and pulled him close. Michael closed his eyes and relished Angel's gentle touch, the silky softness of their skin touching, the contented sighs coming from Angel's lips.
"Nice," Angel said. "Fucking hot. I love the way your dick feels against mine."
Michael opened his eyes and blinked away the floaters that were lingering. He looked down and watched as Angel continued rubbing their cocks together. "You're crazy," he said.
"Yeah, but you like it," Angel said, his voice sleepy, a smile on his bruised face. "Come down here and lay next to me."
"Let me clean up first." Michael tried to move away but Angel pulled him back.
"Are you aware, sir, that it's a felony to fuck with a police officer? I gave you a direct order."
"Oh yeah?" Michael responded, feeling Angel pull him harder.
"Yeah, and didn't I already tell you it's not nice to torment an invalid?"
"Angel, it's fucking gross. Let me—"
"That's the thing, Mikey. Life is messy and gross. Get used to it."
Michael looked toward the bathroom then back at Angel, who was half-asleep and smiling. Instead of leaving, he did what he really wanted to do: crawled carefully into bed next to Angel and held him.
"I don't want to have any more nightmares." Michael's voice was barely above a whisper so he was surprised when Angel responded.
"I think your nightmares are over, but just in case." He held out his hand.
Michael took Angel's hand in his, kissed it, and pressed it against his chest. He fell asleep with a smile next to the man with whom he'd spend the rest of his life.
The End
About the Author
Xavier Axelson is a writer and columnist living in Los Angeles. Axelson's work has been featured in various erotic and horror anthologies including Best Gay Erotica 2016 Volume 2, Best Gay Erotica 2015, and Men of The Manor from Cleis Press. The Bears of Winter from Bear Bones Books, Tricks of The Trade from Bold Strokes Books, and First Time Dead 3 from May December Publications.
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