My Guardian Cowboy

Crymsyn Hart

Copyright © March 2011, Crymsyn Hart
Cover art designed by Sugar and Spice Press © April 2011
ISBN 978-1-936668-13-7
This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel
are fictitious or used fictitiously. All rights reserved, including the right to
reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form.
Sugar and Spice Press
North Carolina, USA
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Chapter One

Ethan sat at the bar, staring at the defoaming head of his beer. The

dark beverage used to elicit so many feelings in him. Now it was a means
to an end. He had been sitting there for hours, tuning out the music in the
background. Patrons kept popping quarters into the jukebox. Poppy,
modern day rock, blared over the speakers followed by twangy country
songs that grated his nerves with each note. Each time the quarter slid into
the slot he cringed. No matter how much he tried to block out the tunes,
his mind played one thing over and over again. A singular thought taunted
him.

What the fuck had happened?
Earlier that night, he had arrived home late from work. He had hoped

to find Simon sitting on the couch waiting for him, the way he normally
was if he was late. Loosening his tie, he had slipped into his bedroom to
get ready for a shower. But what Ethan had walked into stopped his heart.

No, he couldn¶t see the image again. It brought too much pain to his

already addled brain. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head,
trying to clear the image from his mind. Where it had all gone wrong?
Why hadn¶t he seen the signs? Was it him? Life had been going to crap
until he met Simon. His lover had peeled him away from suicide. The few
precious moments of happiness he had in his life had just been shattered.
Everything was now back to square one. What would happen tomorrow?
What was going to happen five years from now? Ten years from now?
Nothing else mattered. His heart was broken. His soul was shattered.

Ethan gripped the handle of the beer mug tighter, contemplating

drinking the whole thing down in a couple of swallows. The heady smell
enticed him. He could already taste the malty liquor on his tongue. It¶d be
so easy to imbibe the whole drink and then another. And then one after the
other until the familiar headache started, the double vision, and then the

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blackout. He¶d then fall into oblivion and wake up on someone¶s couch.
He¶d lost so many nights to imbibing too much. Until Simon. His lover
had awakened him from the stupor he¶d been in. Ethan had never loved
anyone so much to really want something. That was when he put down
the booze and got into a program. The last time he¶d been in a bar was
nine months ago. It would be so easy to throw it all away. Why not drown
his sorrows once more, throw caution to the wind, and wake up in some
flea bitten motel with a gigolo, or someone he¶d meet at the bar after
hours of drinking?

He lifted the beer. The glass was no longer frosted. The coaster it had

sat on was wet and the grains of salt he¶d sprinkled on it glistened from
the sweat on the glass. The scent enticed him so much. One sip. Simon
would say it was time to call his sponsor or hit a meeting. He didn¶t want
to fuck up everything he¶d worked for over the past nine months. Fuck it.
He¶s the one who ruined everything. He¶s the one who drove me to this.

³You sure you want to do that, cowboy?´
Ethan glanced to his left at the man leaning on the bar. Typical

cowboy, chewing on a toothpick. Hat pulled down over his face, showing
only the square jaw with the slight, stubble on his chin. A long brown
duster brushed the peanut strewn floor. The shells crunched under his
weight when he shifted his feet. A small smile curled the corner of his
mouth.

³Why is that?´ Ethan asked the cowboy.
The other man leaned over the bar and drew a beer out of the ice-filled

bin below. The bartender rushed over. The cowboy laid down a five on
the mahogany bar. He twisted the top on the bottle, gripped the neck, and
then knocked back a few swallows. Ethan eyed him enviously. The patron
dragged his hand across his mouth and set the bottle down.

³Because you look like a starving horse ready to gorge himself on

three bales of hay. I take it you¶re a man who hasn¶t had a drink in a
while. You sure you want to go down that road again?´

³Why not? My world¶s turned to shit. Something has to drown my

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sorrows. Care to join me? I¶ll buy the next round.´

He lifted his hat and stared Ethan directly in the eye. At that moment,

something in Ethan melted. Deep green eyes peered into his soul. His
hand shook. He set the glass down and tried to catch his breath. The
feeling he knew this man overwhelmed him. The man smiled, flashing
him a mouthful of even white teeth. Almost too perfect. The need to pick
up his mug and take a long swig of beer enveloped him, but he fought it
off. Hurt overtook him. A lump of emotion formed in his throat. The
cowboy was too intriguing and what he said made sense. Ethan switched
his gaze back to the beer.

³You never answered my question from before²you sure you want to

do that?´

Ethan studied the half of his reflection that showed in the mirror.

Disheveled brown hair adorned his head. Blue eyes with dark circles
underneath them stared back at him. Stubble dotted his cheeks. The collar
was open on his red shirt. His black tie was shoved into the pocket of his
pants, dangling from the barstool. Ethan glanced back at the cowboy.
Those amazing green eyes captured him. ³So what¶s your question?´

³You look like someone who could use a good cup of coffee instead

of a stiff drink. Why don¶t we get out of here? Then we can figure out
where to go from there.´

Ethan chuckled and shook his head. He¶d heard that line before. He¶d

used it on Simon and other men in the past to bed them. ³I¶d rather have
the beer than the coffee. Thanks for the offer though.´

³But you do need someone to talk to.´
³And you¶re that person for me?´ Ethan asked.
The other man took off his hat and set it on the bar. He ran a hand

through his chestnut hair. ³I can lend an ear. I¶ve always been good at
listening. At least that¶s what my mother always said.´

He smirked. ³Well it sounds like you¶re just a standup kinda guy.

Willing to help anybody.´

The cowboy¶s eyes narrowed. ³Not anybody. Just those that need a

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hand and I sensed that you need one right now. Why don¶t you just call
me your guardian angel?´

Ethan couldn¶t take anymore of the goody-two-shoes act from the

other man.³Guardian angel, huh?´

³Yeah.´
³I don¶t think so.´
He slapped his money down on the bar, pushed his mug away, and

decided it was better to have that cup of coffee. Drinking his troubles
away wasn¶t the best thing in the world. Ethan grabbed his jacket from the
back of the stool and slung it on. It was no use straightening it out because
it was rumpled from him sitting on it. The cowboy grabbed his arm.

³Hey, man, leave me alone,´ Ethan growled. He tried to pull away, but

the other man¶s grip was too tight.

The hard expression on the cowboy¶s face melted. ³I¶m not here to

pick you up. I¶m here offering assistance. It seems like you¶ve had a
pretty bad day and you need someone to talk to. Why not take me up on
my offer? I¶ll buy. I won¶t say anything. I¶ll just listen.´

Ethan saw the sincere expression. A deep attraction wound around

him and flushed his skin. Something about the man seemed so familiar,
like he¶d known him before. He gazed around the bar. No one else paid
them any mind. They were in a world of their own. The music on the
jukebox, another twangy song, grated on his nerves. A couple leaned over
the music maker, perusing the song selection. He could already here the
cha-chink of the quarters sliding down the jukebox¶s slot setting up the
next four songs. The aroma of stale cigarettes lingered in the air. The
peanut shells cracked under his feet. It was just a matter of time. If he
stayed in the bar, he would eventually pick up that drink. Ethan glanced
over the people playing pool, laughing and joking, to the couple nestled in
the corner sipping two glasses of wine. Other patrons were knocking back
shots of tequila. A small group of frat boys were partying in another
corner. Yeah. It was best that he stayed sober even though his heart was
shredded and his soul was stomped on. He sighed and shook his head. If

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he went into work with another hangover, after his last warning, he¶d be
fired on the spot.

The cowboy released his arm. Ethan studied him. He saw the muddy

boots and the dirt clinging to the bottom of his duster. It seemed he¶d had
a hard road. He was grimy and looked like he needed a shower, shave and
a place to stay. It appeared he was in need of more comfort than Ethan
did.

³Okay. I¶ll take that cup of coffee. But it¶s only coffee.´
The cowboy smiled. The corners of his eyes crunched up and a small

dimple appeared in his left cheek. It reminded Ethan of a freckle it was so
dark. Underneath all the muck, he appeared handsome. Anyone would
have him. And yet no one was coming up to him. He wondered why that
was. Maybe it was as the cowboy said²he was his guardian angel.
Whatever the reason, Ethan wanted to reach out and touch his flesh, but
he resisted the urge.

³Good choice. Know any good coffee shops around here?´
Ethan nodded. ³Yeah. There¶s one right around the corner. I guess it

works out that way. They set up shop around a bar because they know
when the bars close and the drunks are going to need someplace to go
sober up.´

³Yeah. That sounds about right.´
The cowboy held the door for Ethan, who strolled out into the night.

When the cool breeze hit him, it lifted his soul. He glanced at stars and
instead of the dim lights he¶d seen earlier, they were bright shining jewels
that sparked a feeling of hope deep inside of him.

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Chapter Two

They walked to the coffee shop and Ethan wasn¶t sure if he should be

talking to the stranger. It almost made him feel like he was cheating on
Simon, but then he remembered he wasn¶t the one had cheated. The
cowboy was nice enough. While they walked a couple of blocks to the
café, second thoughts invaded his mind. Maybe he should go home to
Simon and confront him. Maybe he should pack up his stuff and find a
hotel room for the night. Maybe he should go back to work and crunch
more numbers. Anything besides sitting down with this stranger and
pouring out his soul.

A voice inside his head urged him to trust the cowboy. That maybe

something else could come out of it. Maybe he would find some piece of
mind. They came to the small café and sat down at one of the tables. A
waitress came over and took their order. The cowboy took off his hat and
his duster. Underneath his jacket was a black t-shirt and dark blue jeans
that had seen better days. They were tattered and frayed at the seams.
Ethan could see the worn impression of where the other man had kept his
wallet in his front pocket. But yet again, but there was that irresistible
draw that kept him there.

Maybe he is my guardian angel. Who knows? Who the fuck knows

anymore?

Ethan tried not to stare at the man across from him, but it was hard

because his alluring green eyes kept drawing him in. The waitress
returned with their order. Coffee for him and what looked like tea for the
cowboy. Taking the sugar shaker, Ethan poured a generous amount of the
white powder into his cup, hoping to camouflage the taste of the beverage.
He tested it and made a face at the sweetness. It did perk him up a little
bit. The waitress came back over with a small saucer lined with lemons
and a bear shaped container of honey. Ethan studied the cowboy while he

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added the honey to the tea.

³You¶re not much of a coffee drinker, I see.´
The cowboy chuckled and blew the steam away from the cup. ³I am,

but not tonight. If I drink too much of it, I get really hyper. And that¶s a
bad thing. So we were going to talk«´

Ethan shrugged. Now might not be a good time to go into all of his

problems with a stranger. It was just nice to spend some time with
someone who was interested in him and listening and not have to think
about everything else. ³It doesn¶t really matter now. My life is just
fucked.´

The other man placed his hand lightly on Ethan¶s arm. ³There¶s

always a point to everything. Come on, I told you I¶d lend an ear. So why
don¶t you tell me what happened.´

Ethan looked down into the coffee, stirring until small bubbles rose to

the top. The image of Simon and his new found sex buddy flashed before
his eyes while they were grunting and groaning on his bed. Why didn¶t I
see it with all the late nights Simon was working? I just thought he was
working late at the firm because they had gotten so busy lately. Now I
know better. All the excuses of late night business meetings and dinners
with clients was Simon¶s way of lying to him so he and his lover could go
to some hotel room and shack up together. Ethan slammed his fist down
onto the wooden table causing the black coffee to spill over the white
saucer.

³Fuck. I should have seen it coming. Why didn¶t I?´
³Hey, you can tell me. Guardian angel, remember? I¶ll listen to

anything.´ The cowboy squeezed his arm.

Ethan¶s heart hiccupped. The sincere expression on the other man¶s

face ate away at him until he felt his walls crumbling. ³Well, basically, I
got home late. I walked in and found my boyfriend and my brother in bed
together.´

³That¶s horrible. I¶m sorry to hear that.´
He shrugged. ³There¶s nothing I can do about it. Stupid me for not

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catching on sooner. I¶ve never had a great relationship with my older
brother until the past couple of years. It was the whole gay thing. He
couldn¶t understand why I was dating guys. I should of realized that he
was in the closet. µExperimenting¶ was what he called it.´

³Sometimes we just don¶t see what¶s right in front of us. And other

times, those that hide behind a mask don¶t want to face what they truly
are.´

³I guess you¶re right. But²´ Ethan started.
³There are no µbut¶s. Sometimes we get so wrapped up in our own

lives and things just happen. There is no rhyme or reason to it. Think of
this as a blessing. Maybe you¶re supposed to be with someone else.´ The
other man glanced at Ethan.

³Does that mean you?´
The cowboy gave him a half smile. That dimple appeared again that

Ethan found so appealing. ³Well, I didn¶t say that. But if you want to«´

Ethan chuckled. ³Yeah, I don¶t think having a one night stand would

be a good thing right now.´

³He was the one who screwed you over.´
³Yeah, I know. I thought about it. However, I don¶t want to go down

that road again. Fuck up my life just because I¶m hurt and want to lash
out.´

³That¶s a good thing, but he is the one who betrayed your trust and

stomped on your heart. I¶ve been there. Trust me. It wasn¶t the same thing
exactly, but something similar. I walked in on my lover and my best
friend. It still makes me angry just thinking about it.´

Ethan saw the grimace of pain flash across his companion¶s face. It

made his eyes burn. ³What did you do?´

The cowboy cocked his head to the side and a few strands of his hair

fell across his forehead into his eyes. ³There wasn¶t much I could do. I
started screaming at them and $QWRQLD«well she smiled and said µoops¶.´

³Oops! What the hell does that mean?´ :KDWHYHU KDG KDSSHQHG WR

him seemed equally bad to what happened to Ethan.

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³It¶s a long story. One you don¶t want to hear right now. Remember,

I¶m the one lending the ear´

Ethan took another sip of his coffee. ³Yeah. I guess you¶re right.

Thanks for the coffee and lifting my spirits. By the way, I didn¶t catch
your name.´

³That¶s because I didn¶t tell you my name.´
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The other man leaned back in his chair and stared at Ethan. He took a

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Ethan shrugged. ³I don¶t know. Do you? After everything that¶s

happened to me today, I¶m not sure what is fated or what isn¶t.´

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of his hand. The gentle touch aroused Ethan. A chill wound through him
that touched his spine and caused the hairs on the back of his head to
stand up.

Ethan wasn¶t sure what to make of the offer. Sure he¶d been

propositioned before, but circumstances were different. They had only just
met. His heart was torn into thin strips and strung along barbed wire for
all to see. The attraction Ethan felt for the man was undeniable. Just
thinking about the prospect of fucking this man hardened his cock. But he
FRXOGQ¶W UHDFW to the physical impulses scorching his body. He needed
time to cool off and get his head on straight once again. The cowboy had
been right about one thing. He was his saving grace. He had deterred
Ethan from swallowing that beer and he was grateful for that. His timing
had been perfect. That enticing smile and kind words had kept him
occupied. The cup of coffee, sweet and watery, had sobered him up and

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he could think straight now. The hurt he¶d felt on the discovery in his
apartment would never leave him, but he had to be rational. The next step
was to go back to the apartment, confront his boyfriend, gather his things,
and then move out. His temper frothed underneath the surface, yearning to
erupt in a flurry of shouting and flying fists. It would be so easy to
resurrect that side of himself. If he dug up the past, then all of his bad
habits might return. They were so close now, scratching at the door to be
welcomed back. Ethan shook his head. If his anger consumed him, he
really would end up back at the bar and drinking himself to oblivion.

The lure of the cowboy¶s eyes held him to his seat. His entire being

urged him to say yes. He could see them entwined together on a bed,
naked and sweating. His cock buried up to his balls in the cowboy¶s ass,
hearing him panting and begging for more. Ethan¶s dick shifted from the
fanciful daydream. He gripped his length and readjusted. He shifted in his
chair and fiddled with the spoon next to the coffee cup. Another image
bombarded his psyche of the cowboy sucking his cock, slowly drawing
him into his mouth and twining his tongue around the shaft. It would be a
sweet release as he plunged his rod into that succulent mouth. He would
thrust into him faster. The cowboy would take him all in and cup his balls,
squeezing them ever so much that it was painful. But the passion that it
would enflame between them was more than he would be able to bear.

Ethan clenched his fists and pulled his hand away from the man across

the table. It took all his willpower to do it. When the contact between
them was broken, his mind cleared, although the effect it had on his body
remained. He was overheated and needed to jack off to obtain some relief.

He cleared his throat to remain in control because his cock felt like it

would explode. No man had ever made him react that way. Ethan took
another sip of his coffee and then glanced at the cowboy, studying the
hem of his collar. If he looked the cowboy directly in the eye again, he
would lose it. Everything in him tugged at him to look at those green eyes
again. Instead, he counted to three and then replied.

³It might¶ve been fated for us to meet and for you to pull me away

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from the bar, which I greatly appreciate, but I think it¶d be best for me to
go on alone.´

The cowboy¶s lips straightened, but almost turned up into a smile. ³I

appreciate your honesty. ,IWLPHVZHUHGLIIHUHQWZRXOG\RXVD\\HV"´

Ethan was suddenly pulled back into the daydream of them together

once more. The cowboy was behind him. He squeezed his ass cheeks and
parted them. He used his own spit for lube. Then he slid a finger inside of
KLP(WKDQ¶VDVVFOHQFKHGDWWKHWKRXJKWRIWKDW. He would take his finger
out and then slowly slide his hard dick inside of him. Easing it into him so
he could feel every inch of the hard cock. Ethan bit back a moan and tried
to hold it all together. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair.
Suddenly it seemed thH RWKHU PDQ¶V PRXWK ZDV DURXQG KLV FRFN DJDLQ
tasting him. His lips surrounded his dick. His tongue slipped around his
length. The wet mouth enjoying every inch of him. Ethan yearned to feel
that now, but knew better. If things were different, he would be fucking
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7KHFRZER\JULQQHG³,¶PJODGWRKHDUWKDW´He slid out from the seat

and donned his jacket. He tipped his hat and stuck out his hand. Ethan
took it. ³I wish you luck, my friend. I will pray that your situation
improves and your heart heals.´

A moment of panic caused Ethan to stand and go after the cowboy.

³Wait!´ He touched the other man¶s arm.

The cowboy turned. ³Yes?´

³Won¶t you at least tell me your name?´

³It¶s Gabe. Don¶t worry, Ethan. You¶ll be fine.´
³Will I see you again?´
A twinkle came to the other man¶s eyes. A mischievous grin grew on

his lips. He took Ethan¶s face in his hands and planted his mouth on
Ethan¶s. The cowboy kissed him hungrily. The sudden contact of those
full, sexy lips cDXVHG D PRDQ WR ULVH IURP (WKDQ¶V FKHVW. It took him a
moment to react to it. He opened his mouth and returned the kiss,
brushing his tongue along Gabe¶s lips. He tasted the lemon and the honey

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from the tea. Ethan grew lightheaded while he surrendered to the pleasure
driving through him. His mind was once again filled with images of them
together. Of Gabe¶s lips exploring every part of him. Of his fingers
trailing along every line and curve of his body. In those stolen seconds
they kissed, Ethan desired nothing more than for them to be together. It
became his purpose for existing. Gabe plunged his tongue between
Ethan¶s mouth and caressed his. They met and exchanged embraces, but
the cowboy pulled away before Ethan could take any more satisfaction
from the kiss or his soft touch.

Gabe brushed his thumb over Ethan¶s lips, wiping away the remnants

of their kiss. ³You never know. It¶s in Fate¶s hands. Remember to stay the
course. You don¶t need to go back to your wicked ways.´

³What happens if I enjoy being wicked?´
³You know what I mean. It was nice chatting with you, Ethan.´ The

cowboy strolled out of the coffee shop.

Ethan watched him disappear into the night and then sat back at the

table. He finished his coffee. Their conversation rolled through his mind.
There were so many different possibilities he could do now. The last thing
he wanted was to return to the bar. He shoved that idea from his mind
completely. He would never go down that path again. Gabe had given him
hope. The hurt lingered in his heart, but there was also a new
determination. He knew what he had to do.

Ethan clenched his keys in his hand and drew in another breath,

released it slowly, and then gripped the door knob to his apartment only to
find the door was open. The fury he¶d felt earlier rolled along his veins
and settled above his heart, burning the back of his tongue. But he pushed
that down and focused on what Gabe had said about reverting back to his
past. ,¶P QRW here to thrash Simon or my brother. ,¶P MXVW JRLQJ WR JHW
some things, hit a hotel, and focus on the future.

He stepped inside the apartment and shut the door. The first thing he

noticed was the subtle smell of patchouli. Soft music drifted to his ears
from the bedroom, but he couldn¶t make out the words. Ethan glanced

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around the living room and saw nothing amiss. On the mantle, above the
fake fireplace, were silver gilded frames of him and Simon showing all
their happy, now meaningless moments. Everything around him screamed
Simon. He had decorated the apartment, chosen the light peach color for
the living room, and the sofa they¶d made love on. The chairs they had
fucked on. All Ethan had brought into the relationship was their bed and a
couple of boxes of books. None of that mattered now. It was over. With a
hardened heart, he marched into the bedroom. His palms were sweaty. His
heart beat erratically. The pressure of a rising headache pulsated in his
temples.

In the bedroom, Simon sat on their now made bed, hiding the evidence

of his earlier indiscretions. His boyfriend¶s solemn expression reflected
the mood in the room. Ethan recognized the song being played. He huffed,
went to the closet, and pulled out a suitcase and his garment bag.

³What are you doing?´ Simon asked, breaking the silence.
Ethan placed the open suitcase on the bed. He didn¶t meet Simon¶s

gray gaze. Instead, he focused on arranging what clothes he would need.
³Packing a few things. Don¶t worry. I¶ll be out of here in a few minutes.´
He placed his clothes inside the suitcase and then made sure that his suits
were in the garment bag.

³Where are you going?´
³I don¶t know. Someplace far away from here.´ Ethan went into the

bathroom to get his toiletries. He threw them into a small traveling case.
He went to go back into the bedroom, but found Simon leaning against the
door frame, blocking his way, hands crossed over his chest.

³Why? What¶s the matter?´
Ethan clenched his jaw. He fought the angry devil in him who yearned

to roast Simon over a spit and see his skin blister and crack. ³I saw you
earlier tonight with Vincent, my brother.´

Simon¶s expression didn¶t change. ³Sweetie, I¶m not sure what you¶re

talking about. Earlier this evening I was with Danielle eating dinner at
Winter. You would love their sushi.´

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Ethan shook his head. The lies just rolled off his lover¶s tongue

without even the blink of an eye. ³You¶re fucking unbelievable. Did you
think you could tidy up the place and make it seem like you were waiting
for me to get home to have some romantic evening?´ He pushed past the
other man and dropped his overnight bag into his suitcase. His gave swept
the room looking for anything he might need.

³Why the temper all of a sudden? Do you see me getting all worked

up because I smell the beer on you? Aren¶t you the one who promised me
you weren¶t going to drink again? Now you¶ve gone and fallen off the
wagon. I should be the one raving about you.´ Simon squeezed his
shoulder. ³We can get through this, Ethan.´

Ethan suppressed a shudder from the other man¶s touch. His stomach

knotted in disgust. He jerked away from Simon and faced him. He pointed
his finger and jabbed it at him, but dared not touch him in case his fragile
control slipped. ³I have not had a drink! Tell me, do you believe your own
lies? They slip from your tongue so well. I saw you with my brother, bare
assed and fucking him on our bed. Both of you were moaning. Obviously,
you¶re more interested in him than me. So you can have him. I¶m done.´

Ethan zipped up his suitcase, pocketed the spare cash he kept in a box

on his nightstand, slung the garment bag over his shoulder and walked out
of the door. He made it back into the living room, a few steps from
freedom, when he heard Simon behind him.

³Come on, E! It was just this one time. It won¶t happen again!´
It took all his willpower to remain composed. He didn¶t turn to

respond. ³Just like it was a onetime thing with all the late business
meetings and client dinners.´

³Some of those were re²´
Ethan whirled around. ³Some, but not all. How long, Simon? How

long have you been screwing other men behind my back?´

His boyfriend looked down at his shoes. ³Three months.´ When he

looked back up, tears glistened in his eyes.

³How many?´ He kept his voice low.

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³Twenty maybe. I didn¶t keep track.´
Hearing that cracked his heart. The one man he had ever loved, who

had pulled him from the hell he had lived in, was now a worthless,
backstabbing, piece of shit. ³Did you wear a condom with them?´

³Every time. I swear. You know I¶d never do anything to hurt you.´
³I¶ll believe that when I see it. I guess I¶ll have to get tested again. I¶ll

be back for my things later in the week when you¶re not here. I¶ll contact
the building manager to have him take my name off the lease.´

³You can¶t just leave me in this place. We can work this out.´
³You can afford the rent and no²we can¶t work it out. Maybe if

you¶d come to me earlier.´

³You¶re fucking someone else aren¶t you?´ Simon exclaimed.
Ethan saw the hurt in Simon¶s eyes. ³Don¶t try and turn this back on

me when you were the one who slept around behind my back. There¶s no
one else. If you loved me like you¶ve proclaimed, you¶d know that.´
Ethan shook his head. Enough of this bullshit.

He left the apartment and headed toward the elevator. When it dinged

on his floor, he glanced back toward the life he was giving up with Simon
and their relationship. A weight lifted from his shoulders. This was the
right decision. The past would stay buried and the horrible events of the
night would go into that same grave. Tomorrow would bring new things
and a new light.

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Chapter Three

Ethan sat at the coffee shop as he had done for over the past year and a

half, leaning against the back wall with a perfect view of the door,
watching all the patrons walk by. They strolled in and ordered their
complicated beverages. He sipped on his black coffee. It was better tasting
than the week before. Once or twice a week, he would take his usual
vantage point and keep an eye out for Gabe. In the back of his mind, he
knew he¶d probably never see the man again. Ethan held onto a shred of
hope that one day their paths would cross again. If not for the very least,
to show his gratitude for the words of advice Gabe had given him.

After walking out, Simon had tried to reconnect, saying he would

change, but Ethan knew better. Looking back on their relationship, he
understood that Simon would always be Simon. He was so wrapped up in
himself that he couldn¶t see past the end of his dick.

Simon had always put himself first and twisted Ethan around his little

finger. They always went out to the restaurants he wanted. He decorated
their apartment. Towards the end, he had even told him what to wear. It
had all happened so gradually Ethan had never noticed it until he was out
of the situation. He had Vincent to thank for the break up. Gabe had really
given him a bit of hope not to go back into the train wreck of a
relationship. Time had passed. A promotion elevated him in his job. A
new apartment, which he decorated the way he wanted, kept him sane.
Over the last eighteen months he dated others, but he hadn¶t slipped away
with them to their apartments. When they suggested it, he gave them a
warm smile and declined the offer.

Whenever he was alone, the images of Gabe and him together flashed

through his mind. His succulent mouth closed over his dick. Ethan
rammed his cock deep into Gabe¶s ass. Just thinking about it made him
hard. The musings were sweet. He dreamed of seeing the cowboy again.

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%XWVRIDUKHKDGQ¶WAt times the urge to drink washed over him, but he
never indulged. He¶d go to an AA meeting instead and remember the dark
spots in his memory about waking up in another man¶s bed. He¶d even
starting attending an anger management group.

Cars whizzed by the side window. Their lights reflected off the

puddles in the potholed street. The chill of winter rode the wind and sliced
through the thin walls of the coffee shop. Ethan shivered from the frigid
air. He kept his eyes trained on the cashier. Outside he saw a man with a
cowboy hat and duster walk by the window. For a moment he stayed put,
but then he grabbed his stuff and exited the cafe. It took him a few
minutes to catch up to the man as he wove in and out of the crowd. The
stranger slipped into a pub on the corner. Ethan made it there right when
the door shut. His hand grasped the handle. The memory of that night
flashed through his mind where he was about to take a drink. Ethan shook
it off.

The man in the cowboy hat sat in the middle of the restaurant. Ethan

strolled past him, restraining the push to look over at him. He sat in one of
the small booths near the back. A waitress came over and handed him a
menu. He ordered an iced tea. His gaze skimmed the laminated menu, but
he focused on the face of the man in his line of sight. The hat he sported
was low over his face. Ethan couldn¶t tell if it was his cowboy or not.

The waitress returned and asked him if he was ready to order, but he

wanted a few more minutes. His stomach knotted with frustration and
anticipation. He was playing two sides of the coin. Hope the other man
looked up so he could see if it was Gabe. Or remain planted in his seat and
don¶t approach him at all. He didn¶t want to do either and remaining in the
booth wasn¶t going to accomplish anything. (WKDQ¶V throat went dry and
his palms began to sweat. The thunder of his heart pounded in his ears. It
took all of him to not run over and fling off the cowboy hat so he could
see the face underneath, more importantly to look at those alluring eyes of
his. That one particular feature haunted him. He yearned to look into those
eyes again and woo Gabe this time. So many times he wished he had gone

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back to Gabe¶s hotel room. They would¶ve had the night of their life.

He refocused on the menu and decided on a bacon cheeseburger. It

was one of the pub¶s specialties. Another waitress set down a burger and
fries before the cowboy.

³The way you¶re staring at that hunk over there, I¶d say you¶re waiting

for something to ignite. You«ahh« want me to send him a beer or
something?´

Ethan¶s eyes widened at what the waitress had said. ³Am I that

obvious?´

The woman laughed and waved her hand. ³Only a little, but I¶ve worn

that same look you¶re sporting. I don¶t blame you. He¶s got a nice ass.´

He chuckled. ³Yes, he does. But I wasn¶t staring at his ass. Thank you

for the offer, but I don¶t think that will be a good idea.´

The waitress shrugged. ³Suit yourself. I¶d do him. How¶s the burger?´
Ethan eyed the sesame seed bun with ketchup and mustard running

down the sides of it onto the plate. A large knife was stuck in the middle
of it. Underneath the bun, he saw the rings of onions, tomatoes, and the
bacon with some other kind of sauce. It was definitely something he
needed to eat with two hands. A man sized burger Simon would¶ve said.
When they were together, his ex only gave into Ethan¶s love of red meat
once in a while. At home, he normally fixed turkey or chicken. It
appeared the cowboy was also into red meat. He didn¶t think he could
date someone again who ate salads and sushi. Being away from Simon
had been a wakeup call on a lot of fronts.

He thought about the waitress¶s proposal to send the other guy a drink.

Even if he wasn¶t Gabe, it¶d be nice to have someone else to talk with if
the other man was interested. If not, he would get a free beer out of it.
Besides, Ethan had to break out of the mold and get past Gabe. He
couldn¶t hold onto him forever like a shield, and pray he was going to
come waltzing back into his life. It might be he was ready to move on and
look into another relationship.

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why don¶t you get another drink for the cowboy over there? Whatever
he¶s drinking.´

The waitress¶s smile widened. ³Now you¶re talking. Let me know if

you want anything else, sugar.´

The server walked back toward the bar. After a few minutes, she

walked over with a bottle of beer for the cowboy. He glanced up. Ethan
saw his face. The woman pointed toward the booth where he sat. He froze
when the other man lifted his hat and stared straight at him. It wasn¶t
Gabe. Although he was handsome enough, he didn¶t have the same
dazzling eyes that Gabe did. He paled in comparison, but then again the
lighting was horrible, too. The cowboy lifted the bottle in his direction
and gave him a small smile, nothing more than a lift of the corner of his
mouth. Ethan¶s blood started to warm. He didn¶t know if he was being
invited over or not. He grasped the knife and sliced the burger in half
before taking a large bite.

All the different flavors explored in his mouth from the combination

to the bacon, cheddar cheese, and the spices they used to flavor the meat.
It was one of the best burgers he¶d had ever eaten. Ethan continued to eat
and pondered what he needed to do the next day. He planned on going
shopping, which was one of his least favorite things to do. He needed new
clothes and was going home and watch whatever game was on. That was
his life. Peaceful with no more drama and he was glad of that. He hadn¶t
talked to his brother since the breakup and he didn¶t care to. His mother
had tried to get them together and, bless her heart, she was still trying, but
he ignored her attempts.

³You looked lonely sitting here all by yourself. You want some

company?´

Ethan glanced up at the smooth voice. The cowboy took a swig of his

beer and leaned on the edge of the booth, waiting for an answer.
Swallowing the last bite of his burger, he nearly choked on the meat. He
washed it down with his tea and gestured for the other man to sit across
from him.

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³You okay?´
³Yeah,´ Ethan wheezed.
In the better light, the other man wasn¶t plain at all. Square jawed and

tanned skin with soft, doe-brown eyes. He had full lips and a broad
forehead. Blond hair spilled out from underneath the hat and framed his
face. He appeared to be in his mid-twenties, but Ethan couldn¶t be sure of
his age.

³Thanks for the beer.´
³You¶re welcome. Thought you could use another one.´
³How about I buy you one on me?´
³I¶m good.´
³No really. I insist.´ The man across from his signaled the waitress.

³Get my friend here a beer and another one for me.´

³Iced tea please,´ Ethan corrected the waitress.
³You not a drinking man?´
³No. Haven¶t had a drink in two years.´
The other man nodded. ³I can respect that. I¶m Shawn O¶Malley.´ He

stuck his hand out over the table.

Ethan took it and was surprised at the warm, firm handshake. ³Nice to

meet you. Ethan Foster.´

The waitress returned with their drinks. Ethan smelled the beer and the

aroma turned his stomach. He didn¶t miss the effects that alcohol had on
him. Bits and pieces of some of his blackouts were coming back to him.
Some were the faces of the men he screwed. Shame filled him whenever a
new face popped into this mind. He didn¶t want to think about reverting
back to his old ways. The more he was alone, the more he realized that he
wanted to be with someone long term. It was time to settle down.

The cowboy raised his beer. ³A toast to meeting new friends.´
Ethan clicked his glass against the beer bottle. ³To new friends.´
It wasn¶t often he found someone he could relate to in a bar and buy a

drink for. Shawn sipped his beer for a few minutes. Ethan watched those
lips wrap around the top of the bottle. His tongue twirled around it. He

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shifted in his seat, feeling himself harden. After a few moments of
watching the younger man, he realized it was all a show. Shawn slid his
hand across the table and trailed a finger along Ethan¶s hand. The hairs
stood up on the back of his neck, but seeing that spreading smile on his
face, Ethan knew he was just after one thing.

³Why don¶t we get out of here? My place isn¶t too far. Or if you don¶t

want to wait that long, I¶m sure we can find an empty stall in the
bathroom. Fucking in public makes it so much more fun. The thrill of
being caught. The danger of it all. What do you say?´

Ethan pulled his hand away. A scowl crossed Shawn¶s face. Little

wrinkles formed at the corner of his eyes when he squinted. A flash of
fury darkened his expression. ³I¶m not looking for a hookup.´

³Really? Coulda fooled me when you sent over the drink and kept

undressing me with your eyes. Yeah. I saw you staring at me, thinking
you were being all nonchalant and shit. Fucking prick is what you are.
Whatever, you don¶t know what you¶re missing.´ He slammed his beer
down and got up from the booth.

Ethan didn¶t respond to Shawn¶s rant. He crossed his arms over his

chest and waited for him to stop. There had been a time in Ethan¶s life he
had been just as brash about being rejected, but that was a lifetime ago.
Ten years ago, when he was in college, and he¶d go to the frat parties and
wake up the next morning in someone else¶s boxers. That had never been
pretty. When he was angry and drank, it just made the outbursts even
worse. He was behind all the drama and didn¶t need it.

³Shawn, why don¶t you sit back down? Everyone is staring at you.

You have to realize that not every time someone buys you a drink they
want to have sex with you. I might¶Ye been looking at you, but I was
hoping you were someone else. Forgive me, if you misread the signals.´

The other man shut his mouth, but the darkness in his eyes began to

smolder. He grabbed his beer, took a long swig, and then dragged his
hand across his mouth. He pointed at Ethan¶s chest. ³Whatever, man! You
ain¶t getting any of this. I hope you rot!´

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He slammed his bottle down and the beer sloshed onto the table. A

few small drops landed on Ethan¶s cheek. He wiped it away and then
dried his fingers on his napkin. The other man walked out of the pub
leaving Ethan empty again. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It
was time to call it a night. He laid his cash down and stood up.

³It¶s a shame.´ The waitress came by and took his dirty dish.
³Why do you say that?´ Ethan asked.
She nodded her head in the direction Shawn had exited. ³He was a

cutie, but if he looked long enough then he would¶ve understood that the
cuter one was sitting at the table. The young ones just can¶t get it into
their head that it¶s not all about them. You can¶t reason with them. Maybe
you want to get out of here.´

He chuckled. It was nothing for him to get hit on by women. Many

thought of him as handsome, but he didn¶t see it. He just saw an ordinary
guy when he checked out his reflection in the mirror. ³Thank you for that,
but I¶m not really into women.´

The waitress smiled. ³Can¶t blame a girl for trying. Don¶t worry, it¶ll

all work out for you.´

Ethan shook his head and walked out of the pub. The waitress had

been nice and his revelation about wanting to settle down was becoming
more and more stuck in his mind. There was just one problem. Gabe
haunted him. He had been a light in the darkness. Even during the hard
times when Ethan never thought he¶d find a new apartment or when he
was struggling to fortify his heart after it was torn to shreds, Gabe¶s face
always popped into his mind. Ethan was given a surge of hope that he
knew he could do anything. Overall, Gabe had become his guardian angel
the way he said he would.

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Chapter Four

The traffic heading to the clothing store was gridlock. Ethan rarely

ventured anywhere near the clustered stores. The main reason he had been
avoiding the particular store was that it was also Simon¶s favorite place to
shop. He hoped he wouldn¶t run into his ex-boyfriend there. If he did, he
wasn¶t sure what he would do. After forty-five minutes in traffic, he found
a parking spot along the side of the road and turned in before anyone
could claim it. The custom clothing store wasn¶t busy, which was another
reason he wanted to arrive early. Once inside, he browsed the racks of
suits, shirts, and pants deciding what he wanted. One of the things he did
take away from being with Simon was he enjoyed designer clothes.

³Can I help you?´ the salesman asked.
Ethan turned. ³Yeah, I needed a couple of new suits and was

wondering what you had in casual wear.´

The salesman smiled. The dollar signs were dinging in his head. Ethan

could already see him working the numbers on his commission. They
walked to the back of the store where he began to show him a few of the
new items that had come in. Ethan wasn¶t too impressed, but he did pick
out a couple of new suits, black and charcoal with a couple of red and
shirts, and ties to go with them. The salesman ushered him into the
backroom to try on the pants. The jacket was too long. When went back
into the shop where the tailor starting taking his measurements, the bell
above the door sounded. Dread descended over him and chilled his bones.
He resisted the impulse to see who had come in. If it was Simon, then it
would be the first time he had seen him in four months. The last time he
had run into him was at a dinner party with some of their mutual friends.
They hadn¶t talked that night. Ethan left early because the tension
between them was too much. It also didn¶t help he had shown up with
Vincent.

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³Can I help you?´ another clerk asked the newcomer.
³I¶m just looking thanks.´
That smooth drawl hit Ethan and stopped his heart. It¶s just a

coincidence. It can¶t be him. The muscles tightened in his jaw. He curled
his hands into fists to keep from moving while the tailor lined his suit with
pins. Silence filled the shop. Ethan counted his breaths and wished he had
a mirror so he could see who else had come into the store. Any reflective
surface would do. He heard the scraping of hangers on racks. The soft
rustle of a jacket hitting jeans came to his ears.

³Looks good on you.´
That intoxicating voice was right next to him. The tailor jabbed him

with one of the pins and muttered an apology. Ethan didn¶t respond, but
glanced over to the voice. He saw the top of a hat, a faded and even more
worn jacket. Frayed jeans hugged his hips and showed off his muscular
thighs. The tip of his left boot had a small hole worked into the leather.
(WKDQ¶V throat went dry. His heart slammed into his chest and he grew
lightheaded. He thought he would pass out when his gaze met those eyes
he had so longed for and searched for amongst a crowd. A smile turned up
on those full lips that he had dreamed about.

³Thank you,´ Ethan answered. He stepped down from the platform he

was on and let his eyes drink in the man before him. Stubble ran across
his chin. A smidge of dust ran across his forehead under the rim of his hat,
almost if he had just ridden across the country to be by his side. His whole
soul burst with joy.

³Why don¶t you go and get out of that?´
Ethan felt his face redden with heat. ³What?´ It seemed he was

flushed all over. His dick was already hard. He wanted Gabe right there in
front of everyone, to lean him against one of the racks and then see his
bare ass.

Gabe chuckled. He touched Ethan¶s hand. ³I can see the thoughts

flashing across your face. Go get changed so we can talk.´

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compose himself. He grinned and then hurried into the changing room. He
was careful not to pull any of the pins out of the suit and winced when one
of them got stuck in his groin. He grunted and worked out of the pants and
had his own clothes back on. Taking a few breaths, he walked back out
into the store to pay. Gabe¶s bright smile greeted him when he came back
out from the dressing room. He needed to be sure that the other man was
still there. Maybe the encounter had been a figment of his imagination
brought on by the infatuation he had. But he was there and he was real.

After paying for his clothes, he stood before Gabe who was browsing

a line of long jackets. Ethan touched his shoulder lightly. The grit stuck to
his skin, but it didn¶t bother him. All that mattered was that he was there.
The light in his soul grew brighter by the second. A light feeling
enveloped him and he was floating.

³What are you doing here?´ Ethan asked.
³Just had a sense that you needed me. I¶m your guardian angel,

remember?´ He laughed and tugged on Ethan¶s shirt. ³Why don¶t we get
out of here?´

³I think that¶s a good idea. Do you want to come back to my place?´
Gabe eyed him. Ethan tried to read his stoic expression, but it

remained unreadable. He glanced down, feeling idiotic for even
suggesting it. He didn¶t want Gabe to think all he wanted to do was go
back to his apartment and fuck.

³I didn¶t mean²´
The cowboy¶s lips broke into a grin. ³I know what you meant. And

yes, I would love to go back to your place. Would you mind stopping by a
food store? I¶m feeling a little peckish. I can cook a mean steak. If you
don¶t mind«´

Relief washed over him. ³Not at all. I¶m just parked outside. Come

on.´

They made it to the door. When it opened, Ethan stopped when he saw

Simon on the other side, hand in hand in with Vincent. Cold dread washed
over him. He backpedaled a few steps and bumped into a stand loaded

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with shirts. A loud crash echoed in the small store. Gabe caught (WKDQ¶V
arm and held him up. Simon¶s smug smile dropped when he saw him. His
brother didn¶t meet his gaze. Ethan dusted himself off. The sales people
scrambled to pick up the mess.

³Wow, look who it is!´ Simon exclaimed. ³Is this the new boy toy?

He¶s handsome. A little rugged for you, don¶t you think, Ethan?´

Gritting his teeth, he clenched his fists. The veins in his temples

throbbed. His therapist had told him this was one thing that might happen
one day. That he would run into Simon and he had to control his temper.
Silently, Ethan counted to ten. Gabe squeezed his arm and that gave a
little comfort to him.

³You must be Simon.´ Gabe stepped away from Ethan and extended

his hand.

Ethan half expected Simon to spit on it, but he eyed Gabe¶s hand first

and then he took it in his own. If he squeezed the cowboy¶s hand too hard,
Ethan couldn¶t tell because Gabe didn¶t react. Ethan watched his brother¶s
expression, but Vincent kept his eyes darting around the room, barely
settling on him and Gabe for long. The guilt in his expression was evident.
For a moment, he felt a little sorry for his brother. His eyes begged for
help as if he were trapped under a spell and he didn¶t know how to get out
of it. The way that he had been when he was with Simon. That had been
so long ago and his heart still ached over the betrayal. No matter how
many changes he had made internally.

³It¶s nice to meet you. I¶m sorry, but Ethan never introduced me to

you. Have you been fucking him all along?´

Gabe chuckled. ³That¶s none of your business, but no. I¶ve just gotten

back into town. I was just in the right place at the right time. Weren¶t you
the one Ethan walked in on while you fucked your boy toy over on their
bed? Who has the heart to do that if they profess their love for someone?
You do know that your current flame is struggling to find a way out of
your relationship? You still haven¶t changed your habits, but he¶s too
insecure to tell you how he really feels about you.´

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Simon¶s smile almost broke on his face. Ethan could see the telltale

signs of the crack while the corners of his mouth twitched. ³I¶m not sure
what you mean.´

Gabe pulled him a little closer. A moment of pain flashed in Simon¶s

eyes. Happiness burst in (WKDQ¶V soul seeing the man being put out of his
element and squirming under the scrutiny of another. Simon deserved it
for breaking his heart.

³Of course you do. Just like you know they¶re on to you at your firm.

All those late nights, finding ways to move money from this account to
another and hiding your trail. Your bosses know what you¶re up to.
<RX¶YH gotten sloppy and the trail is leading back to you. So many little
numbers. A few dollars here and a few cents there. Watch your back.
Everything you hold dear is going to fall down around you like the house
of cards that you¶ve built.´ Gabe released Simon¶s hand and then turned
to Vincent. He touched his arm lightly. Jealousy ran rampant through
Ethan seeing that tender gesture. Vincent met Gabe¶s eyes. Tears lined his
lashes.

³I¶d get out while you can. If you stay, you¶ll get caught in the falling

down of things. He¶ll pin some of it on you and say that you were an
accomplice. Do yourself a favor? Already he¶s threatened that if you leave
he would do that, yes?´

³How do you know that?´ Ethan¶s brother asked.
³It¶s not important.´
Simon¶s face grew redder and redder the more Gabe spoke. The veins

in his neck bulged and his temples pulsated. A small tick had begun at the
corner of his eye. Ethan had only seen his ex-boyfriend like this a few
times before. It wasn¶t pretty when exploded. He didn¶t want to be around
it. Like his brother, he wanted to know how Gabe knew all that stuff. He
touched his shoulder.

³Come on. I thought you said that you were hungry. It¶s a little ways

back to my place. We should leave them be.´

Gabe stared at him and Ethan saw something in his eyes. He released

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Vincent and then his smile and cool demeanor came back. The tension
eased out of his muscles. He tipped his hat up so Ethan could see more of
his eyes. His brother stepped back away from Simon and made way for
them to pass.

³Remember what I said,´ Gable said to his brother. They left the store.

Simon made a snide remark to his brother.

Ethan glanced back. Vincent winced when Simon took him by the arm

and shoved him into the store. He did feel bad for his brother. Something
inside of him cracked. He wanted to go back inside and rescue his brother
from the evil ex-boyfriend. He had been there so he completely
understood how Simon was so sweet to begin with. Nice body and kind
words until he began to manipulate. It had been subtle at first. Buying
clothes, telling him that what he ate was poison for his body. Decorating
the place the way that he wanted and then starting to choose what friends
they should go out with. Ethan realized now that he was only replacing
one addiction with another. That was the only reason he had ended up
staying with Simon. He had become his addiction until he was twisted
around his little finger and had nearly lost himself in their relationship. It
had taken the dose of reality to see him fucking another man to wake him
up. Now he was completely free.

They walked to his car and climbed inside. Ethan didn¶t say anything

while they drove toward his apartment. His mind still reeled from the
encounter he¶d had in the store. It was all very surreal that Gabe just
happened to walk in minutes before Simon entered. He fiddled with the
radio and then turned it off again. The silence was getting to him, but then
he wasn¶t sure what he would say when he did open his mouth.

³What¶s the matter?´ Gabe asked. He touched his leg lightly and ran

his fingers along the seam of his jeans.

Ethan shifted away and then focused on the road. Having Gabe so

close to him and touching him turned him on. His throat was already dry.
He licked his lips and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. The cars in
front of him were backing up from the same gridlock that he had

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encountered before. The construction that had held him up the first time
was in full swing.

³Ethan, talk to me.´
He shook his head. ³I don¶t know what to say.´
³You had plenty of things on your mind in the store.´
³How do you know that?´
Gabe removed his hat and dusted it off. He ran a hand through his

hair. Ethan tried not to look at the handsome face, but he kept stealing
glances at him. The way his hair fell across his forehead. How his
cheekbones caught the light and the rays of the sun emphasized the
highlights in his hair. The sun made his tanned skin sparkle. It was all he
could do to not pull the car over and claim those lips.

³I know a lot of things, Ethan. Is that a bad thing?´
³No. But to be honest it is a little uncanny for you to show up when

you did.´

His passenger laughed. ³It¶s fate is all. You needed me, didn¶t you?

I¶m here and that¶s all that matters.´ He slid his hand along Ethan¶s thigh
and stopped just short of touching his balls. They ached with the thought
of what would come next. A muffled cry left (WKDQ¶V lips from the
promise of what might be to come.

³Yeah, I needed you. But I have so many questions.´ He drove into

the parking lot of the grocery store and pulled the keys from the ignition.
³So much has happened since you left. I don¶t know«´ Ethan shook his
head and stared at the front of the grocery store, watching the people
wander in and out. They seemed to have such normal lives, but
underneath all of it he knew they really weren¶t normal. Nothing was
normal. They all had problems. Some had addictions the way he did.
Others were skating through life without even living. They just existed
without having anyone to love. The way he had been for the past year and
a half. It seemed his life had been nothing. Now there was a ray of hope
with Gabe sitting in the front seat. It was all he could do not to jump
across the seat and taste those lips after he¶d been day dreaming about

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them for so long. However, something stopped him. It was part of what
Gabe had said in the clothing store and how he had magically appeared.

³Let¶s go inside and I¶ll get us something for dinner. We can talk later.

I promise I¶ll tell you. Or maybe I¶ll show you.´ He placed his hand on
Ethan¶s cheek and turned his face toward him. Gabe swept his thumb
across Ethan¶s lips. He tasted the salt of his skin and the grime that was on
it. Underneath it all was a sweet tang he¶d never tasted before. Ethan
opened his mouth and sucked on the thumb before running his tongue
over the tip of it. Gabe¶s eyes lightened and he pushed his thumb further
into Ethan¶s mouth.

Ethan leaned over the seat and took Gabe¶s face between his hands.

The stubble pressed against his palms. It took all of him not to strip his
clothes off in the car. Gabe withdrew his thumb from Ethan¶s mouth. He
captured his lips with his own and Ethan was transported to Heaven. His
being was engulfed in light that grew from the center of his soul and kept
on going. The soft lips that kissed his were gentle and yet hungry. One
single swipe of Gabe¶s tongue across his mouth hardened his cock until it
hurt. He cried out. Gabe pulled away and placed a hand on Ethan¶s chest.

³We have plenty of time for that later.´
³How do I know that you won¶t go away this time?´
³Because I¶m supposed to be here for you. And I missed you. It¶s been

a long time since I¶ve missed someone the way I¶ve pined for you.´

Ethan looked at him questioningly, trying to figure out what he was

talking about. ³You¶re an enigma. I want to crack that mystery.´

³We have plenty of time. Trust me. I¶m not going anywhere, I swear.

Now let¶s go get something to eat for a couple of days. I don¶t expect us
to be leaving the house. I want you all to myself. Will you give me that?
Let me wine and dine you. Make love to you the way no other man has.
Fill the hole in your heart that¶s been growing since I left.´ He kissed him
again and bit his lip before pulling completely away. ³Trust me. That¶s all
I ask.´

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Gabe. Many questions brewed in his mind. For now, he would wait until
Gabe was ready to talk to him. Besides, there was more to the other man
that he wanted to uncover than just his whereabouts.

³Okay.´

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Chapter Five

They spent almost an hour in the grocery store. Ethan realized that he

hadn¶t bought groceries in a while either and had been surviving on
takeout and whatever he could find in his freezer. He was out of frozen
dinners and the last home cooked meal he had had was when he had left
Simon¶s. That was one good thing about him was that he liked to cook,
even if it was mostly healthy and consisted of no red meat. Cooking was a
hobby of 6LPRQ¶V that helped him relax. Little by little, Ethan had learned
that the classes Simon had taken were actually one on one fuck sessions
with a cook. In exchange for the lessons, Simon seduced him. He had told
Ethan that the chef had canceled the classes and moved on. Now Ethan
figured that the chef must have gotten the idea that Simon was dating
some else, namely him and the other guy didn¶t want to get in the middle
of it. He wondered if that was the same with Gabe. If he had anyone in the
time they had been apart. It almost made him jealous to think of Gabe
with another man. Then again he didn¶t have any claim to him. Still,
Ethan was curious, but Gabe had said he would be answering all of his
questions later that night.

After the store, they went back to his apartment. Before they entered,

Ethan took a mental stock of the apartment to remember if it was clean.
Simon kept the apartment clean all the time. Once he left and got his own
place, Ethan hadn¶t tried to keep it so neat. He opened the door and they
went inside. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Gabe helped him until everything was done. ³Do you mind if I use

your shower before we start cooking dinner? I¶ve been on the road for a
long time.´

Ethan glanced up from the refrigerator. ³Of course. I¶ll show you.´ He

shut the door and walked Gabe down the hall into the bathroom. Inside
was a deluxe shower with a bench seat and a tub beside it. It was one of

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the reasons he had rented the apartment. He took out some towels from
the closet and handed it to the other man. ³Take as long as you want.´

The shower turned on and he continued to put the groceries away.

Once he was done, he put the shirts in his closet and decided to get
changed. He sat on the bed and thought about their encounter with Simon.
Gabe had said he was stealing from the firm and soon they would catch
him. How would he know that? Maybe he worked at the same firm and
knew about what Simon was doing? But then Simon would have
recognized him. And there was no recognition in his eyes. Questions
raged through his mind. Now that Gabe was naked he wanted to explore
his body. He thought about getting undressed and joining him, but the
other man hadn¶t invited him in. Although there were promises made in
the car he hoped Gabe would keep. Ethan ran his fingers over his lips,
recalling the kiss. Remembering how his tongue felt touching his. Gabe
had tasted sweet. He wanted nothing more than to prolong the kisses and
the soft touches, but it had all ended too soon.

The daydreams about getting his cowboy naked and bare assed on the

bed were driving him crazy. Ethan had never desired any man more than
he wanted Gabe. The lust that burned in him was an itch that had be
scratched. Now that Gabe was here, and being his angel, he didn¶t need
the light to keep out the darkness that had haunted him for a long time.

I can¶t keep sitting here obsessing about Gabe when he¶s in the

apartment. God. He¶s right here in the apartment. He shook off the
thoughts swirling through his mind and then focused on the night ahead.
Ethan changed quickly and then headed back into the kitchen. Halfway
down the hallway, he ran into Gabe, who emerged from the steaming
bathroom with a towel around his waist. His hair had grown. The glow of
the bathroom light surrounded him like a halo.

His nipples were round and pert. A few hairs ran a line down his chest

and stomach. Ethan licked his lips and couldn¶t help but follow that line
down to what was underneath the towel. Everything in him wanted to cup
Gabe¶s balls and feel his dick harden in his hand. His chest tightened with

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the anticipation of it. But he kept his hands to himself. Drops of wetness
clung to *DEH¶V face. Ethan couldn¶t resist and ran his thumb down the
other man¶s cheek, wiping away the errant wetness.

Gabe didn¶t move, but let Ethan touch him. His skin was soft and

supple. He had shaved so there wasn¶t any more stubble on his face. Gabe
slid his hand over his and stepped closer. Ethan realized then that Gabe
was shorter than him by a couple of inches now that he had his boots off.
His golden arms were muscular and firm. Ethan pushed his lips to his
hoping that Gabe wouldn¶t mind. He pressed his mouth firmly to the other
man¶s. Gabe grasped Ethan¶s arms and pushed him against the wall and
forced his tongue into Ethan¶s mouth. He thrust his body against his until
Ethan could feel the hardness of Gabe¶s cock pressing into his belly.

Ethan groaned into his mouth and ran his fingers down Gabe¶s arms

feeling more of his muscles. He trailed his thumbs over the pert nipples.
His cock stiffened even more. He raked his fingers along Gabe¶s chest
until he came to the edge of the towel. He hesitated. Gabe grabbed his
hand and then stepped away.

³We can get to that later. I¶m hungry first and we have all night for

other things. Don¶t worry. I haven¶t forgotten about what we started in the
car. All of your hungers will be appeased tonight. I swear.´

³I didn¶t want to push this. Us. Since that first night at the bar and the

coffee shop, I haven¶t been able to get you out of my mind. I¶ve tried, but
nothing works. I haven¶t hooked up with anyone. I¶ve been doing better
with keeping my anger under control. , KDYHQ¶W WRXFKHG D GURS RI
alcohol.´

Gabe nipped his chin and flicked his tongue over (WKDQ¶V Adam¶s

apple. He cupped Ethan¶s cock. ³I¶m glad that you find me hard to get out
of your mind. I¶ve thought about you, too. Many times at night I¶G find
myself dreaming about you. Your lips wrapped around my dick. Your
face strained in passion as I made you come. I want to see you do that.
Hear you call out my name. But first I really want to eat. Let me get
dressed and make you dinner. We can talk over that. I don¶t plan on

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letting you go again.´

³I like the sound of that. Do you need any clothes?´
³I was coming to ask you for some. If you don¶t mind. At least until I

can get mine cleaned. It was a hard journey to get back to you, but I swore
that I¶d do it.´ He stepped back from Ethan.

It took a few minutes to gather his wits, but when Ethan did, he led

him down to his bedroom. He opened the closet and pointed toward the
drawers. ³Take what you need. I think we¶re close to the same size.
Although you¶re shorter than me so my pants might be a little longer.´

Gabe squeezed his ass. ³That¶s okay. I can deal with long pants.´
Ethan left him to get dressed and went into the kitchen to wait. It took

a few minutes for Gabe to rejoin him. He went into the refrigerator and
took out steak, potatoes, and some vegetables.

³Do you need any help?´
³No. I want you to sit and let me make you dinner. I think it¶s time

you had someone take care of you. And I don¶t mean the way that Simon
did. I mean really take care of you. Someone that loves you.´ Gabe met
Ethan¶s eyes.

Shock of hearing those words ran through him. The tingle of the

surprise hadn¶t left him. Not even Simon had said that he loved him.
Ethan had said it, but his ex had never reciprocated the feeling. He would
grunt or gloss over the word. ³But you barely even know me.´

³I know you more than you think I do. Maybe even more than you

know yourself. I¶ve been there for you, lurking in the shadows and around
corners. Keeping a watchful eye so you wouldn¶t get in trouble. Leading
you along paths that you were meant to follow. Helping you get your life
back on track.´

³How do you mean?´ Ethan asked.
Gabe began cutting the fat off the meat. His brow furrowed for a

moment and he drew in a deep breath. He poured a little oil in a pan and
then began to cut up some of the vegetables that they had bought.
Mushrooms, peppers, onions, squash. Ethan could see the wheels turning

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in *DEH¶V head. His face was still screwed up while he thought over the
Ethan¶s question.

³When I first walked into the bar, you were about to make a serious

mistake with your life. Just that one sip would¶ve set you on a downward
spiral that you wouldn¶t have come out of for years. You would¶ve gone
straight from the bar back to Simon¶s house. From there you would have
gotten the dullest knife you could find and stabbed him repeatedly. Then
in your drunken haze, when you didn¶t remember anything, you would¶ve
cut off his manhood and shoved it down his throat.´

Ethan winced at hearing that, but those were some of the thoughts that

he had mulled over when he had sat at the bar before Gabe had stopped
him. Having it all laid out before him made it sound more gruesome. He
nodded. ³That was what I was thinking. How did you know about that?
Are you a mind reader?´

³Would it bother you if I were?´
He shrugged. ³I don¶t know. It¶d make things between us a little

strange if you were reading my mind all the time. How would I know
what things I was going to keep to myself and you not take it the wrong
way if I got mad at you or something?´

Gabe chuckled. ³That¶s something to be concerned about, but I assure

you that I wouldn¶t do that. And I can¶t always read your mind. I sorta
have a knack for knowing when you need me.´

³So no reaching into my head and telling me what I¶m thinking right

now?´

³You want to know if I¶m going to fuck you or if you¶re going to be

on top.´

Ethan smiled. ³Something like that.´ He felt his cheeks flush with

heat.

³I could tell that just by looking at your expression. You¶re practically

drooling over me. But no, I can¶t tell what you¶re thinking right now.
Except that I can answer more of your questions if you want.´

³Okay. How did you know that I needed you? How did you show up

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right at the clothing store before? It was like you walked in to save my
day. My cowboy in shining armor.´

³Like I said before, I felt that you needed me. Really needed me. Not

like before when we could¶ve had that one night fling you so desperately
yearned for. Look, Ethan, when I told you that I was your guardian angel,
I meant that. I¶ve been watching over you since you were brought into this
world and before that. In lives past, when I tried my best to keep you safe,
in some instances I failed. Doing this, well, I¶m breaking all the rules. I
couldn¶t help it this time. You¶ve had the same hole in your heart for
lifetimes. I couldn¶t stand by and watch you live or get involved in a
relationship where you¶d never truly be happy. I went through hell to get
here, but well, it doesn¶t matter. I¶m here now because you are the one for
me.´

Ethan listened and some of it made sense. At times he had felt that

there was someone watching out for him. When it came to the darkest
moments of his life, he hadn¶t listened to the protective voice in the back
of his mind. That same voice had given him the nudge to go into anger
management counseling. It had also been there when he was deciding if
he should get a drink before Gabe had walked into the bar. Although he
hadn¶t listened to that little voice and had ordered a beer. Today, he had
thought about getting together with someone forever. All he had wanted
out of the whole world was Gabe. It seemed he¶d known the cowboy all
his life. He listened to the sizzling food in the pan, watched as Gabe
stirred the vegetables, and began chopping things for a salad.

³I¶ve sensed someone guarding over me since I was a child.

Sometimes I heeded it. Most of the times I didn¶t. Lately, now I¶ve been
more focused on my life that voice has been more pronounced. Every
week I¶ve been going back to that coffee shop we talked at hoping you¶d
walk in. I thought I saw you walking by and got up to follow. This
cowboy went into a pub. All he wanted was to hook up. The hole in my
heart got bigger. I knew that I needed to be with someone. More than I
had before. I wanted it to be you with all of my being. And then you

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showed up.´ Ethan ran his hand through his hair. The enticing smells of
dinner washed over him. He believed Gabe. ³I take it you¶re some kind of
supernatural creature.´

Gabe looked up. His green eyes were brighter and glowed. The longer

Ethan stared at him the more the glow encompassed his body. ³I¶m an
angel´KHZKLVSHUHG

³What?´
³Honestly, I thought this would be a lot harder. That you¶d freak out

and run away. Or that maybe you¶d tell me to take a hike.´

Ethan let his words mull. He thought it would be hard to accept Gabe

being an angel, but it really wasn¶t. In his mind, Gabe had always been
there for him through the hard times. Be it his influence and or not, he was
his angel. That little voice which he had listened to over the months had
always been Gabe¶s. Witnessing the light around his cowboy didn¶t
discourage him, it intrigued him more. Ethan wondered out of all the
beings in the universe why Gabe had picked him. Why would an angel
choose not to be an angel anymore and come down to earth?

The aroma of dinner filled the kitchen. Gabe put the finishing touches

on the salad. When everything was all done, he walked over to Ethan and
took his hands.

³You¶ve been awfully quiet.´
Ethan took one of Gabe¶s hands and turned it over. There were only

three lines on his palm. One line cut across the upper half. Another curved
around the meat of his palm by his thumb and another line that stemmed
from the second one making a large M on his palm. His was filled with
offshoots and branches. Small designs and divots ran underneath his
fingers and there was even a freckle in the center of his palm. They were
so different. Gabe trailed a finger over one of the lines that was similar to
his on Ethan¶s palm.

³All the little lines represent the hardships and the paths the human

soul has to endure.´ He traced the curved one by Ethan¶s thumb. ³This is
your life line. It shows how long your life will be.´ He pointed toward a

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deep furrow through the line. ³This was the decision you faced when you
were about to drink and you chose not to.´

³Don¶t you mean, when you stopped me?´
Gabe brought the palm to his lips and kissed the middle of it. ³No. I

didn¶t stop you. Humans have free will. You could¶ve easily taken a swig
of that beer while I chatted with you. There are many choices you have
faced. Another one is if you wish to be with me.´

³Of course I want to be with you.´
³Think about it. I won¶t age. I won¶t die the way a human companion

would, but I¶d love you until the moment you drew your last breath.´

Ethan¶s being filled with light. That decision was easy. He placed his

hands on Gabe¶s face. ³I¶ve loved you since the first moment I saw you.
There¶s no choice for me but to say yes. I just hope you can deal with me
when I get older and not being able to pleasure you when I¶m all shriveled
and hunched over.´

Gabe broke into a beaming smile. ³I¶ll love you no matter what age

you are. Do you know how rare it is for an angel to find a companion?´

Ethan slid his fingers through his hair. ³No. Tell me.´ He drew Gabe

close and began to kiss his neck and the side of his face.

³One in a million. Our job is to guide and never interact, but I couldn¶t

stay hidden any longer.´ Gabe moaned when Ethan slid a hand over his
cock and began to undo his belt.

³Why?´
³Because I desired you. I wanted you all to myself. The thought of

you finding another human to be with for a mate drove me mad. So I
broke protocol and here I am.´

³Will you be punished for it?´
³They clipped my wings and told me I had to remain with you until

you passed on.´

³That¶s a hard price to pay. What if I had said no?´ Ethan worked his

belt from the loops of his jeans since Gabe had a smaller waist than him.
He jerked the belt through the loops and finally dropped it to the floor.

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³Then I would¶ve been screwed. But I hoped you¶d say yes. I prayed

you would. Don¶t you want to eat first?´

Ethan studied the angel¶s face. He saw the fight in his eyes not to give

into the pleasure that gripped his body. Ethan dropped his hand below the
waistband of the angel¶s jeans and ran it over the smooth skin of his cock.
Gabe drew in a deep breath. Ethan backed up and licked his lips
anticipating the taste of the baby soft skin. His stomach grumbled. He
sighed and pulled away. Too many temptations surrounded him. He had to
satisfy one hunger before he could indulge in the other. ³Dinner it is as
long as you can be dessert.´

³That is a definite.´
Ethan got up and released his cowboy. He grabbed a plate and then

loaded it with the salad and the stir-fry. It smelled heavenly. He wondered
how much Gabe knew. He took a fork and saw WKHRWKHUPDQ¶V expectant
expression. It seemed he wanted to please him and that was nothing
Simon had ever done.

³Do you like it?´
³I love it. Everything melts in my mouth. You should be a chef.

Wherever did you learn the art?´

Gabe smiled. ³Being around as long as I have you pick up a few

things here and there. Two lifetimes you spent in Italy. Great food. I
learned a lot there. In both you were a woman. But all the time I¶ve
remembered a lot from when I have been on this planet.´

Ethan ate another bite, trying to believe that he had once been a

woman. He chuckled at that. He could only imagine himself with breasts.
³How long have you been watching out for me?´

Gabe raked his fork over his plate. ³Twenty lifetimes. Since the

beginning of when you first incarnated as a mortal. You¶ve been many
things. I was enthralled. Over many lifetimes that thrall turned into love.
Every relationship you¶ve had has never fulfilled you. The more I
watched you, the more I realized that you were meant for me. It sounds
foolish, but I can¶t stop thinking God made you for me.´

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³It¶s not selfish. I think you¶re right. Now sit and eat.´
Gabe sat down and began to eat. Ethan enjoyed the food. It was hard

to believe that they were together and had been for twenty lifetimes. But
he believed he did need Gabe in his life and he felt completed with him.
They ate the rest of dinner in silence. When they were done, Ethan took
the dishes and set them in the sink.

Gabe wrapped his arms around his waist and nipped his neck. ³I think

it¶s time for dessert.´

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Chapter Six

Gabe led Ethan into the bedroom. Ethan smiled and took in the other

man before him. His whole being glowed. But he looked past the blaze
and saw the soul inside of the man. In all the world, an angel had chosen
him. He ran his ran his fingers down Gabe¶s front and then pulled his shirt
up so he could take it off over his head. He didn¶t protest when Ethan
carefully traced the lines of his six pack. Each muscle was perfectly
formed. His nipples were the size of quarters and pert when he ran his
thumbs over them. +LV FRZER\¶V skin was warmer than Ethan¶s. But
when he placed his mouth over one of his nipples, Gabe cried out. Ethan
swirled his tongue over the nipple and pinched the other. The angel leaned
into Ethan. It only encouraged him more to take the pert bud and nibble
on it before he worked his way up from there, biting lightly along the
ridge of his collarbone and then claiming those most sensuous lips for his
own. Once he tasted the spices of dinner along his lover¶s lips, Ethan was
enthralled even more along with the taste that was uniquely his own.
Ethan didn¶t want to taste anything other than Gabe ever again. He had
never believed in soul mates before. Now he did. Gabe might have been
an angel, but they were somehow cut from the same mold.

He peered into his lover¶s eyes and saw the delight and the ecstatic

smile. Everything he had ever wanted in a man, he had right there. Now
he was going to claim it. Gabe noticed when he had pulled away.

³What¶s the matter?´ he asked.
Ethan smiled. ³Nothing. I¶m just marveling at how perfect you are for

me.´

³No one is ever perfect. Not even angels.´
³You are to me. Don¶t ever forget that.´ Ethan unzipped Gabe¶s jeans

and pushed them down around his hips. He curled his hand around his
lover¶s length, loving the weight of it in his hand. The angel was hung like

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no man he had ever seen. Ethan sank to his knees, and placed his lips on
the inside of Gabe¶s thigh. The hard muscles trembled. With his other
hand, he cupped his lover¶s balls and rolled them around in his hand.
Gabe arched and pressed his cock against Ethan¶s face. His hard member
had a mind of its own and moved in Ethan¶s hand.

Ethan¶s dick hardened the more he enticed his lover and being so

close to him now, all he wanted was to taste him. He opened his mouth
wide, not sure he could accommodate all of Gabe¶s dick. He flicked his
tongue over the tip of Gabe¶s head, feeling the soft skin with his tongue.
A drop of pre-cum settled on his tongue. He swallowed it down. He
moaned as another drop flowed down his throat. Gabe took his head
between his hands and held him there. Ethan began to slowly draw him in,
wrapping his tongue around the shaft, and sucking him into his mouth.
Ethan focused all of his attention on pleasuring his partner. He ran his
tongue along the pulsating vein that ran along the underside of Gabe¶s
cock and then let his teeth graze it. Gabe squirmed. He pumped his hips
into Ethan¶s face. He began to work his tongue faster, wrapping his
tongue around the shaft of his lover and drew him in until his length hit
the back of his throat.

³Oh God, Ethan. Yes, that¶s it.´
Ethan redoubled his efforts. He pulled him out and even though Gabe

tried to control the rhythm between them, he slowed. He wanted to draw
out the pleasure of their meeting. For the first time, he didn¶t want Gabe
to think that he was lacking in the pleasure department. He said he loved
him, but he wondered if this was the first time the angel had ever
experienced physical love. Or maybe he had been with a human in the
past. Ethan found his own cock hardening with the small pleasure noises
that came out of his lover¶s mouth. He squeezed Gabe¶s balls a little
harder and felt him shiver.

³Suck me, baby.´
Ethan chuckled internally and then began to suck him in faster. Gabe

ran his fingers through Ethan¶s hair. His nails dug into his scalp. The

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sudden explosion of pain made him groan. When he did, he tightened his
hold on Gabe¶s cock and then he drew him in faster and faster, taking
control of the rhythm between them. Soon Gabe moaned and thrust his
cock deeper into his mouth. When Ethan ran his tongue along the
sensitive skin of Gabe¶s dick, he felt the warmth of his lover¶s seed spill
along this tongue. He swallowed it down. Gabe plunged into him a couple
of more times before sitting back onto the bed.

Ethan swiped his thumb across his mouth, savoring the last bit, and

then crawled up beside him, laying the length of his body. He walked his
fingers over Gabe¶s chest. He loved seeing the slight sheen of sweat on
his cowboy¶s flesh. The golden skin glistened with nothing more between
them.

³You are so beautiful.´
Gabe laughed. ³I don¶t think any man has called me beautiful before.´
³I¶m sorry, but I can¶t think of anything else to call you. Handsome

seems beyond that. Angelic is well and good, but there is no better word
for you. I love you. I love your taste and I want more of it.´

Gabe took one of his hands and placed it over his heart. ³Thank you

for your kind words, but you were not pleasured in this encounter. I feel
bad.´

Ethan was awed. His lover was actually thinking about him and not

just himself. It brought tears to his eyes to think that his lover was taking
the time to consider him. ³My pleasure was just that of being with you. I
don¶t have to be satisfied all the time. I just want to be with you.´

His lover¶s brought their combined hands to his mouth and drew his

finger between his lips. Ethan¶s eyes fluttered shut as Gabe¶s tongue
encircled his middle finger and then sucked it in all the way. His hips
bucked forward beyond his control. The simple act hardened his dick even
more. His angel took his finger while Gabe¶s other hand clutched his cock
and squeezed it.

³Fuck, Gabe.´
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me.´ He released his finger.

³Who says I¶m suffering?´ Ethan groaned.
³You will be. I can assure you.´ Gabe gave him a devilish smile. He

swore he could see horns poking out from his forehead. ³Lay back for
me.´

Ethan did as he was told. Gabe shimmied from the bed and took his

jeans all the way off. He then began to unbutton Ethan¶s shirt, one small
button at a time, taking his time while doing it. The soft, feathery touches
drove him crazy. He needed to have his lover covering all of him. He
yearned to have him buried inside of him so deep that they weren¶t going
to be separated again. He squirmed on the bed. Gabe got his shirt
unbuttoned and then he straddled Ethan, pressing his rigid cock against
Ethan¶s. He reached for Gabe, but the angel waved his hand and Ethan
suddenly felt his arms pinned against the bed. He tried to move, but was
unable to.

³What did you do to me?´ Ethan asked.
³Just a little show of my power.´ Gabe pressed his lips against Ethan¶s

and plunged his tongue between his mouth. Ethan welcomed him and
arched his body against him, but even then he wasn¶t able to move more.
The pressure that was on his whole body was a light weight, but he wasn¶t
sure if he could take being immobile. He returned the kiss. When his lover
withdrew, he raised his head, hoping for more.

³Don¶t you trust me?´ he whispered next to his ear. Gabe took one of

Ethan¶s nipples between his teeth and bit down on it.

³Yes.´ He thrust his hips upward and tried to do more, but was unable

to.

Gabe began circling his tongue down his abdomen. At the same time,

Ethan felt his tongue trailing down his stomach, he also felt Gabe¶s mouth
pressing on his. Then all over his stomach. Taking in his other nipple
while he placed kisses going lower and lower until he came down to the
waistband of his jeans. The need to hold his lover was overwhelming. He
had to feel him. When Gabe pulled down his pants, his cock was so hard,

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he wasn¶t sure he could keep control for much longer. Ethan squeezed his
eyes tight when Gabe yanked his pants off and then his boxer briefs. All
the while, he experienced Gabe¶s kisses all over his body.

³Roll over for me. Show me that yummy ass of yours.´
Ethan found the weight on him was lifted, but not all the caresses.

They were still going strong. When he rolled over, it seemed he could feel
soft feathers moving across his skin. It was all too much and he needed
him. Maybe Gabe knew that. Hopefully he did.

He rolled over and got on all fours. Gabe squeezed his ass cheek and

planted a kiss on one. Ethan giggled from the sudden gesture. Gabe ran
his hands along Ethan¶s back along his spine and then spread his legs
wider. Something cold ran along his asshole. He shivered. One of Gabe¶s
fingers slid into his hole. His other hand clutched Ethan¶s cock. Another
finger slid inside of him so he could expand. Simon always hated being a
bottom. He always wanted to be on top. Ethan loved being a bottom. He
enjoyed giving pleasure to his lover, but to have his own needs fulfilled
were something of a luxury. His angel pumped his cock into him a little
harder and a little longer. His balls squeezed together. His stomach
muscles contracted. He was going to come soon.

³Are you ready for me?´
³Yes! I need you. Please,´ Ethan begged.
Gabe withdrew his fingers. Ethan felt his cock slip into his asshole. He

cried out at the first push of his dick inside of him. He backed into Gabe
and felt more of him slip inside of him. The pleasure flowing through him
was building. The other man stroked his shaft harder and quicker. It was
more than he had ever felt. Gabe thrust into him all the way.

Ethan cried out. He shut his eyes and let the bliss wash over him.

Gabe dove into him faster and faster. One hand clutched his hip. Gabe
grunted. The sound of his balls hitting his ass filled Ethan¶s ears along
with his heavy breathing. The angel trailed his hand over Ethan¶s cock
one last time. Ethan thrust his hips forward and came.

Gabe drove into him one last time and then moaned. He collapsed on

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Ethan¶s back. His power wavered. The kisses and soft caresses ceased
some, but he still felt warm hands nursing his length, keeping him hard.
His eyes remained closed. Brightness and light filled his inner vision.
While it receded he could almost make out the outline of wings. Gabe
planted kisses along his back and nuzzled his ear.

³I love you, Ethan. I always have.´
³I love you, too.´
Gabe pulled out of him and rolled over to lie next to Ethan. The look

on his angel¶s face was one of pure peace. It was the same feeling he had
in his soul. An inner peace like none he had ever felt before. Snuggled in
the other man¶s arms, he could hardly believe they were finally together.
Nothing would drive them apart. It didn¶t matter if he was an angel or a
man. Nothing mattered just that they were together.

³So what happens now?´ Ethan asked.
Gabe traced a design over his chest. ³Whatever you want. I can cook.

I can clean. I can make you the happiest man alive. As you have made me
the happiest angel.´

³I don¶t want to turn you into a housemaid. I¶d never ask you to do

that. That was what Simon had done to me in the past.´

³Then maybe I can become a chef the way you had said. As long as

we¶re together that¶s all that matters to me.´

Ethan claimed his lips in a long and hungry kiss tasting him one last

time. ³Together is all I have ever wanted.´

The End

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Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six

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