by Jan Irving
Chapter Twelve
Matthew finished tying Dove’s wrist to the D ring and then it was the Big Moment, all alone with his angel in bondage, naked, beautiful… wings and all. And a big boner that Matthew planned to suck.
“I want to make you feel good, but if any of this human sex stuff turns you off or something, just tell me and I swear I’ll stop!”
“Matthew?” Dove purred, brow wrinkling. “Lick me? I am curious what it would be like to have a human taste me.”
Matthew rubbed his moist palms against his jeans. “Right. Lick you. Suck you. I know how to do this.”
“Don’t be shy.”
Matthew rolled his eyes. “Trust me to get the Mata Hari of angels.”
“You think I’m sexy, don’t you?” A little vulnerability now.
“Yes,” Matthew breathed, relaxing at Dove’s childlike delight in their planned romp. He was so fearless and clean and good. Now that Matthew thought about it, he realized this was how sex with an angel would be, lacking all the agendas, egos, and need for self-protection that normal people hid behind.
Dove just wanted to enjoy having a penis.
Well, so did Matthew! He bent close and laved Dove’s cockhead, digging his tongue gently into the meaty slit.
“Ohhhhh! Matthew, do that again! Often! We can have sex all the time!” Dove’s body arched as his desire crested.
Matthew laughed. “Relax, darling, I haven’t even started yet.”
“Do more! Now!” The D ring strained, and Dove’s wings spread and flapped, agitated.
“I’m the one in control, bossy one.” Matthew blew on the phallus. Dove was a big boy, no doubt about it. He had one long, rippled vein running down his penis, and Matthew found and suckled that line, adoring Dove with his mouth, tasting him deeply.
Above him he felt the movement of air as Dove’s wings arched. He looked up saw the most beautiful sight; the angel was glowing as if a light had been turned on under his skin. His head was thrown back and his lips were parted. He had given himself to Matthew completely.
“You might be a naughty, voyeuristic angel, gorgeous, but I can’t resist you.”
“I love this, Matthew! I love the feel of you touching my penis. It makes me even happier to have one! But will it get better? I need more.”
“It will get much better!” Matthew sank to his knees, bracing himself against Dove’s open thighs and swallowing the angel’s swollen cock, taking him deep, tasting, moaning, because he had wanted Dove inside his mouth when he’d just been Matthew’s boss, but this was even better, a lover trapped and at his mercy, needing Matthew for his release. Perfect.
“You are a very good cocksucker, Matthew.” Dove’s hips were rigid, undulating as Matthew lit him up with every touch. His head moved back and forth, his legs spread wider, so that Matthew wet a finger and trailed it through the groove of his ass, nudging his dimple. “Oh!” Dove gasped.
“Like that?” He pushed the finger inside the angel, finger fucking him while he licked him.
Dove demanded wistfully, “I really want to have an orgasm. I’ve never had one before, but it looks like fun!”
“I want to watch you come,” Matthew fisted his angel’s cock up and down as the beautiful being shivered, helpless, his eyes open and vulnerable as he let Matthew see inside him as he took control, took his pleasure, mastered him.
One wing raised and shattered the bedside lamp. Neither man paid any attention to it. “Oh! Matthew, something’s—!”
“It’s okay,” Matthew gently rubbed the hard balls, feeling how tight they were and squeezing gently. “You are going to come soon, pet.”
“I’m afraid….” Dove was twisting as Matthew toyed with him.
“Come for me. I want to see it!”
Dove cried out, and the wall cracked, the D rings giving as he spilled, splashing Matthew’s face and his own belly, huffing as Matthew bent close and tasted him, licking his first innocent offering.
Dove collapsed to the floor with Matthew, his wings closing protectively around the smaller man to make it their own world of feathers and magic and the scent of musky sex. “Do you think an angel can fall in love?” Dove’s eyes were bright and sad as he caressed Matthew’s hair.
Their hands embraced, and they leaned together, forehead to forehead.
“You can take it back if you want,” Matthew whispered. “It’s probably just the sex.”
“No, I don’t think I can,” Dove told him gravely. “But I can’t stay here with you.”
Matthew nodded, chest tight.
“But you don’t have to love me either, Matthew; if it hurts you, you can take it back. I don’t mind.”
“Let me guess, you can see something in my aura?” Matthew asked wryly, though his gaze fell as he buried himself safe against his angel. “Too late,” he whispered.
Chapter Thirteen
“It’s a bit tight across the shoulders, but it will have to do, pet,” Matthew noted as he ran a hand over Dove’s disguise. “Just don’t pop your wings out at the wrong time; we don’t want any broken lamps while we run through Plan B.”
Dove flushed. “Usually I can control it, but you make me premature.”
Matthew laughed. “Not really, gorgeous.” He kissed Dove, satisfied himself, remembering rubbing himself off against Dove’s silky skin as the angel lay dazed after his first climax.
Dove wore a satisfied look on his face that make Matthew’s heart feel like a big fist was squeezing it. He’d obviously liked what they’d done, really liked it, and Matthew had been right to take it slow, not to push things between them, allowing Dove to savor his first experience. “Yeah, I remember. Can we do it again?”
Matthew shook his head. “When we get back to my place maybe.”
“I want to have sex with you every day for….” Dove’s brow wrinkled, and Matthew heard the words he didn’t say: for as long as he was here with Matthew.
Matthew cleared his throat. “Yeah, we will, I promise, but now we have a bit of B and E to do, so let’s get on with it!”
Dove tugged at his collar, obviously still uncomfortable in his filched janitor uniform, and followed Matthew.
Matthew looked back at him, raising one brow, aware that Dove was still debating the special circumstances that had led him to decide to break into Dr. Nathan Albertson’s office. The angel wasn’t sure that doing a wrong made a right.
In Matthew’s case, there wasn’t any debate; he had to keep his promise and keep Dove safe, get him home, even if it meant never seeing him again.
“Bus is leaving!” Matthew called softly.
* * *
“What are we looking for, Matthew?” Dove asked once they were inside Albertson’s office. The university had minimum security running over the holidays, which made this easier, as had Matthew’s intimate knowledge of where the janitorial staff probably stored their things.
“He’s got keys somewhere to that observatory where he takes his students. Once there, we can follow through and try to contact your friends so they can come get you.”
Dove began to search with Matthew, but he looked unhappy.
“You have to go home, pet,” Matthew said, an edge in his voice that he knew cut them both. “No help for it.”
“Your life, it’s a blink of time to me, Matthew. I don’t want to lose you.”
Matthew swallowed. “Guess we’re not meant to be together, a human and an angel.”
Dove pulled the smaller man into his arms, sighing as Matthew allowed himself to be held. “Let me take away your hurt?”
“Yeah, don’t leave.” Matthew rubbed his eyes, taking a breath. “Just don’t leave and I won’t hurt.” He pulled away, knowing they had to do this. There was no other choice. The angel would die if he stayed here. “Turn on the radio there, gorgeous; this may take a while to see if we can find those keys, and if anyone hears us searching, they’ll assume it’s just the professor with the music on.”
Dove switched on the radio
, and then they continued sifting through the astronomer’s office, looking for something to send Dove back where he belonged and away from Matthew forever.
* * *
Finally, Matthew shoved an impatient hand through his hair. He had no idea where the professor stashed his extra keys; he’d used up everything he’d picked up from the B and E men he’d met in the joint. What now?
Then his eye caught on a little hanging mobile of a Copernicus model of the solar system, much like the one he’d loved to stare at as a kid. Something glittered between Saturn’s rings and the blue mass of Jupiter—
A key with a tag, Black Mountain Conservatory.
“Got it!” he told Dove, triumphant, yanking it free of a hook on the model.
* * *
As they locked the office door on the way out, Matthew caught the sound of footsteps. Shit! Probably one of the campus cops doing his rounds, and there was only one way in or out of this stretch of the building, so no way the guy wouldn’t see them. He felt sweat coat his back. If he was caught here, an ex-con on parole, they’d send him back to prison.
He looked over at Dove. “You fly if I give the word, angel. Don’t stop for anything, and don’t worry about me.” He passed the key to Dove, who was staring wide-eyed at Matthew. “Just get home.”
The outer door opened, the shadow of the guard fell… and simultaneously Dove tackled Matthew, sprouting wings and glowing with power. He lit the dark space, shielding him.
“Hello?” The guard looked straight at Matthew in his angel’s arms and then shook his head, as if he couldn’t see either of them. As if they were invisible to his eyes.
“Huh.” The man moved so close to Matthew that he could have touched him. Heart pounding, Matthew couldn’t believe it, surrounded by more white and silver feathers than a gay Vegas showboy, but the guard only gave another cursory glance before walking out, closing and locking the door behind him.
Matthew’s head fell back in relief. “Oh shit.”
Dove smiled down at him, dark eyes serene. “I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, Matthew-friend. I’ll always keep you safe.”
Chapter Fourteen
Matthew yanked Dove into an alcove under the stairs on the way out of campus. “Not much ambience.” Pain gripped his chest, making it hard to breathe, to think. “I need a moment.”
“Matthew?” Dove raised a hand and a white flame leaped from it, illuminating the space.
Matthew swallowed thickly, looking away from concern, from the clear read Dove was taking. “Wow, you can make fire and everything.”
Dove waited.
Subdued, “This is it. You’re leaving.”
“Yes, I’m sorry.” Matthew didn’t resist when Dove leaned his forehead against his. “Oh Matthew.”
Matthew’s eyes were moist. He backhanded them, embarrassed. “This can’t last. I know it. Someone like you with a guy like me? It’s like one of those fantasies I had as a kid, wishing I lived in another time, traveling to the stars. Stupid shit like that. Come on, we need to get you home.”
* * *
“I don’t want to fuck you, Matthew,” Dove told him as they walked past the holiday tree on campus again, which looked a little sadder today, much like Matthew felt.
“Oh.”
“No, I mean,” Dove moved closer to the motionless Matthew, “I want to share myself with you, help your aura heal before I go away, but I’d like… to make love with you, if you will allow it. Maybe if I do, you’ll be able to trust someone, not be so alone you are bleeding inside.”
Matthew shook his head. “I don’t think I’ll ever feel this way again, angel. But I get what you’re saying. I don’t want your first time to be in my crappy apartment. I wish I could do something special.”
“I have somewhere I’d like to take you. Will you trust me?”
Matthew took the hand that Dove held out. “I used to like surprises, you know, when I was a kid? Used to want to explore new places but after what happened, I never trusted. You’re like a draft under my door, can’t seem to find a way to keep you out, right from the beginning.”
Dove glowed, clothes melting away, transformed from a mock-janitor to his silver and white-feathered self again.
“Hottest showboy in Vegas!” Matthew noted with affection. This time when Dove embraced him and the earth fell away, Matthew wasn’t as afraid; now he felt anticipation… and freedom.
But it would be their last flight together, he knew.
* * *
Dove’s wings stretched out as they glided past the last of the city lights and out into the cold desert night. Matthew finally felt brave enough to watch the patches of trees and odd house run past his dangling feet. “Where are we going?”
“Black Mountain Conservatory.”
“Oh.”
“I saw it on a map in the professor’s office, and I memorized the location.”
“Right.” Matthew shook his head in wonder. “I guess you can do that.”
“I have a surprise for you.” Dove was smiling secretly. “Since you like surprises again.”
* * *
As they headed into the higher elevation, snowflakes and a cold wind swirled past, buffeting them as Dove’s wings worked to bring them into the mountains. Matthew looked down and saw deep canyons and virgin snow below them. Sometimes they flew so low that he could have reached out and brushed the snow from the tops of trees with his fingers.
His throat was tight because this was the most fantastical night of his life. This kind of adventure was something from the hazy daydreams of the child he’d been until life wore away the dreams and bled into gray, smashing wonder like fragile blown glass.
Now, in his angel’s arms, he had one last chance to be a boy again. And he realized this was part of Dove’s gift, part of the healing he wanted to offer Matthew, even if it was only for one more night. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you for tonight.”
“Angels aren’t supposed to fall in love with men,” Dove told him. “Because we are memory. Every age of this world that passes, I’ll remember flying with you tonight. I’ll hear your voice and feel the warmth of your body.”
“Oh, angel.” Matthew closed his eyes, not wanting that for Dove. “I’m the lucky one. I just got my crummy life to live. I wish you could forget you ever met me. If you have all these powers, wouldn’t that be possible?”
“But I don’t choose to forget you, Matthew.” A perfect crystal tear, glittering like a diamond, rolled down the angel’s cheek and struck Matthew’s face. Matthew cried out, his skin burning. “What was that?”
“The tear of an angel; my gift to you.”
Matthew shuddered, feeling white heat run through his body. When it reached his chest, it hurt.
“Your heart is bleeding, and I can’t bear it anymore. I can’t leave you like this, Matthew. I touched you where you hold your pain.”
“My aura again?” Matthew felt faint amusement. He still didn’t really believe he had one of the damned things, but Dove seemed to, and where the angel touched him, cherished him, he didn’t feel so alone.
“I hope it will heal you. In our long lifetimes, an angel only has a few tears to shed. I gave you mine.”
Matthew frowned, concerned by how his crappy life had touched an angel’s. “Shit! I don’t want to make you less because you care about me.”
Now Dove’s face was as softly illuminated as the snow. “How could loving you make me less?”
* * *
Dove set them down gently at the top of Black Mountain, just above the gray curves of conservatory. Matthew was relaxed in the angel’s arms; even the cold didn’t seem to be affecting him. He felt like he was sitting by a warm fire. Dove’s powers mysteriously kept him warm and safe.
“This is where I want to make love with you, Matthew.”
Matthew looked up at the sky, feeling familiar wonder and the longing that had never been answered when he’d looked up, studied the constellations. “I’ll think of you
every time I look at them.”
Dove pulled him closer, consoling with touch. Matthew meshed his fingers with the angel’s. Each moment they shared now was like that single crystal tear, once in a lifetime.
Chapter Fifteen
It was innocent Dove who seduced experienced Matthew.
He started with a single, coaxing kiss, soft as a feather on Matthew’s lips, groping as if his only senses were his lips and he wanted to learn Matthew by their touch alone.
Matthew gasped as Dove licked his neck. “Outside like this? I thought we’d go indoors.”
“I want you in moonlight,” Dove said simply. “You aren’t cold?”
“No, though I should be. Should be afraid of getting snow up my ass.” But Matthew laughed and cupped Dove’s cheek. “I don’t care.”
They stripped Matthew slowly together and stretched his clothing out, creating a makeshift bed under a tree. As the green limbs moved with the night breeze, Matthew saw misty threads of clouds and the bright cool nimbus around starlight above them.
He put his arm around Dove, feeling warmth and anticipation as they leaned against each other.
“Was no one ever gentle before, Matthew?”
Matthew looked away. Trust Dove to pick up on how he tensed. He relaxed, slowly giving himself. “Brief encounters to let out steam.”
“But this is different, because you are my Matthew-friend.”
“Yes,” Matthew whispered. “With you it’s different.”
“Can we have sex now?” He looked wistful and Matthew laughed.
“Oh yeah!”
* * *
Matthew had some lubricant he’d shoved in his coat when they’d left his apartment. He shook it out and looked at his angel. Dove’s wings had morphed back into his skin, so he looked like a beautiful man and not the angel he really was. “On your hands and knees, pet.” He guided Dove gently into position, kissing him behind his ear and making him laugh again as his own bare skin slid against Dove’s. Fuck, it felt good!
