by Jan Irving
He kissed Dove’s neck, licking and biting him gently into submission as the larger man shivered, arching his neck, his legs widening, receptive as Matthew moved between them.
He reached and found Dove’s long, thick penis, stroking him, feeling his body push into Matthew’s hand. “I’m going to finger fuck you first, angel.”
“What?” Dove sounded caught between laughter and apprehension.
“I don’t want you feeling any discomfort your first time.”
“I am stronger than a human would be, Matthew.”
Matthew kissed Dove as he looked back over his shoulder at him. “I need you to want me. The only men I’ve ever taken are whores.”
“But you were nice to them, weren’t you?”
“Nice? I guess. But they weren’t you. Only let me have them ’cause I paid for it. Nothing like someone… wanting you to be their first. Understand?”
“Yes, Matthew.” Dove’s midnight eyes touched him, saw into him.
Matthew slid down and spread Dove’s muscled ass cheeks apart so his pale opening was revealed. It looked vulnerable and untouched, everything Matthew associated with his new lover. He swallowed at the sudden sense of responsibility. How did he make it wonderful for an angel?
Taking a deep breath and deciding to give into his instincts, he put his lips to Dove and suckled, before slowly penetrating him for the first time with a shy and tender tongue.
“Matthew-friend!” Dove cried out, his body humming beneath Matthew’s touch like electrified wire.
“Going to get you all ready—”
Matthew gave Dove a lavish tongue fuck before pushing a probing finger in slowly. He paused and then pulled back to lube more of his fingers before he began to open Dove up, working him as if there were no rush. His lazy gentleness seemed to arouse the angel, who shifted his legs, arching his back wantonly. His wings had reappeared, so Matthew smiled at this sign of a young angel’s arousal. “Yeah, almost ready for me, aren’t you, sweetheart? Ready for your fucking?”
“Matthew, my penis is beginning to hurt again, so hard!” Dove sounded grumpy.
Matthew reached down and touched Dove’s heavy sac, snug against the angel’s body. “You just need a bit of cock, darling, hitting the sweet spot—” he rasped, on fire himself, trembling now.
He kneeled between Dove’s legs and put his cock to him. He felt oddly timid, part of him still wondering if he would be welcomed or turned away.
“Come inside me, Matthew,” Dove encouraged, as if sensing the reason behind Matthew’s hesitation.
Matthew smacked Dove’s ass. “Bossy angel.” But he nuzzled his bent head against the angel’s back.
He was wanted.
Matthew pressed inside, deeper, both of them holding still. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he undulated carefully.
“What…?”
“There’s something inside you that likes to be touched.”
“It really likes to be touched!”
“Shhhh, gorgeous. It will be better if you hold off a little, trust me.” Matthew didn’t increase his pace and kept up his gentle tapping, light as summer rain against a rooftop so that soon the body under his was all loose and slick. The wings extended, feathers shivering with Matthew’s thrusts.
“Harder now, pet.” Matthew slid in and out faster, the big warm body surrounding his cock, taking him, taking all of him. It was gut-wrenching, watching his own thick cock going inside Dove, fucking him.
“Matthew!” Matthew caressed his lover’s balls gently, riding him as Dove arched, as he shot, losing himself in the wonderful body of his angel.
* * *
After, tangled together under stars on Matthew’s crushed clothing, Dove gathered him in his arms.
“I am memory and I won’t forget,” Dove promised him.
Chapter Sixteen
The first thing Dove did when Matthew used the key they’d nicked to get inside the observatory was go hunting for a kitchen. Matthew followed him, bemused, watching him pull out left over lunches from a small ’50s era fridge. The angel stuffed his mouth full of someone’s leftover orange, blinking at Matthew innocently despite his hair sticking out at weird angles and the still-drying sweat on his naked body. “What we did made me very hungry, Matthew-friend.”
Matthew wasn’t very put together either, wondering how the hell he’d recover from the earthquake that had gone off inside him, shaking, destroying, remaking. Now he tugged his T-shirt back on with shaky fingers, adding it to his jeans, smiling indulgently at Dove’s quirks, while at the same time that sliver of pain cut into his chest. Soon his angel would be gone.
“What?” Dove laughed as he bit into an apple, obviously relishing it. His eyes got heavy in a way that heated Matthew.
“You liked it. I mean, you liked me.”
“Yes, I liked you.” Dove held out the apple, his dark eyes coy. “I don’t have to leave right now, do I?”
“Slutty angel!” Matthew took a bite out of Dove’s apple and then a bite of his neck, making him gasp. Dove fell back on the kitchen table, spreading his legs so that Matthew could unzip and snug his sex against Dove’s. The angel knitted his ankles around Matthew’s hips, lying back with his palms up, surrendering.
His trust made Matthew burn to possess again. He fished out the lube and tested Dove, finding him still warm and loose and welcoming. He fitted himself to his angel and shoved inside, hard this time. They both groaned, and Dove’s hands slid down Matthew’s loosened jeans to cup his working ass. “Yours, Matthew-friend.”
Matthew reached down and stripped Dove’s cock, rubbing a tender thumb over the swollen stem crushed between their bodies.
A band seemed to tighten around his head, the emotions he was trying to suppress, the need… “Shit!”
“It’s all right, Matthew—”
“But I can’t!” Embarrassed color in his cheeks, but his body… he couldn’t hold on! Acting on primal instinct, needing to mate for the first time in his life, he pulled out so he spilled on Dove’s open legs, wanting to see his come on his lover.
Their hands wedded as he panted, wilting.
After a moment, he rocked against his angel, feeling his hands tighten on Matthew’s ass again. Tears stung his eyes so he closed them. He put a finger into Dove, plying him as he thrust against him, succulent sounds, Dove’s body tightening, and then the angel arched and his wings wrapped around Matthew, keeping him safe, keeping them both safe.
* * *
“Gorgeous, I’m not sure how the fuck to use this place to get you home. Truth is, every science fiction movie I’ve ever seen, they head up to one of these places and send out signals to outer space, but….” Matthew rubbed the back of his neck, rueful. He was still a little wobbly after his nerves, his feeling, had shorted out with Dove earlier. He’d never felt like that before.
He knew he never would again.
“It’s all right, Matthew. This place will do,” Dove said, dark eyes serene.
“You know how to use all this stuff?” Matthew gestured around the room where they’d managed to open the ceiling so they could view the stars. Various computers and research materials were strewn around.
The angel sighed. “Matthew, the truth is I could have returned to my sky world a long time ago.”
“What?”
“I stayed for you, to heal you and then because I couldn’t bear to leave you. But,” Dove wrapped his arms around himself, “I can feel the cold now. Holding this shape so long has diminished me.”
“I know you can’t. I don’t want you to be less!” Matthew rubbed Dove’s arms briskly. “You do what you have to.”
“Kiss me?”
Matthew’s eyes glittered with the tears he was holding back to shed after he was left behind. I’m not going to be all right. But it didn’t matter when he was in his angel’s arms, pressed against wings and silken olive skin, giving a throaty moan as he caressed nipples he’d suckled and smooth curves he’d worshiped.
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“Promise me you’ll be okay?”
Matthew nodded.
“I wish—”
“You can’t stay,” Matthew said, his voice husky.
“You’re not going to be okay, Matthew-friend. Your aura is still bleeding!” Dove scolded. “I can’t leave you like this.”
Matthew felt tears spill. He leaned his head against Dove’s neck, taking comfort. “You have to go. I want you to.”
“Matthew—”
“I know I’m just a guy working crummy jobs, nothing like you, nothing special, but I…” love you. His voice dried up, but he could feel that Dove read him, as he’d always read him.
“There is only one solution,” Dove said gravely. “But only if you trust me.”
Matthew blinked.
“Will you come back with me to my new spaceship? I have repaired it and made it larger, to accommodate a human. I could retain a facsimile of this body for when I wasn’t in energy form.” Dove stroked his cheek. “To please you, Matthew-friend.”
“Go there?” Matthew looked up at the stars, scared, but the old longing unfurled inside him, seeing an answer to the question he’d asked since he was a child. I can’t. I’m just an ordinary guy. I’m not meant to—
Dove held out his hand, even as his skin was heating, glowing, so it dazzled the eyes. His form seemed to grow taller, expanding, then the feathers spread and there was a singing sound, like the chime of one of those spirit bowls Matthew liked to play with at the new age shop.
Suddenly Dove Hollister’s body lay on the floor, abandoned now, chest rising and falling as if he were asleep. A gossamer creature with wings hovered above him, waiting… beginning to fade…
Am I still beautiful to your eyes, Matthew? A wistful voice asked in Matthew’s mind.
Matthew swallowed. “Yes.”
“Goodbye, Matthew-friend.”
“No.” Matthew was smiling as he finally reached out, trusting as he had every time they’d gone flying together, letting go of where he hurt, of how he was unworthy. He snagged onto part of his angel’s wing. “Not goodbye.”
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About the Author
Jan Irving has worked in all kinds of creative fields, from painting silk to making porcelain ceramics, to interior design, but writing was always her passion.
She feels you can’t fully understand characters until you follow their journey through a story world. Many kinds of worlds interest her, fantasy, historical, science fiction and suspense—but all have one thing in common, people finding a way to live together—in the most emotional and erotic fashion possible, of course!
Visit Jan’s web site at http://www.janiceirving.com and blog at http://jan-revealed.livejournal.com.
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