To Fly Again

M

ATT

S

ILVER

smiled as he set

up his studio, ensuring that
everything was perfect for this
particular photo session. He
knew

that

today’s

client

wasn’t just one of his usual
male models. Today’s client
was Lucas Meyer.

Lucas was a high-profile

actor with some serious film
roles to his credit. Though
he’d never won an Oscar, he’d
been nominated for several, as
well as capturing two Golden

Globes and numerous other
awards. Matt had several of his
films on DVD, but Lucas
hadn’t had a starring role in
over a year. Matt knew enough
about Hollywood to know that
might as well have been
forever. Matt knew he was
privileged to be doing the
photo shoot, as Lucas had
rarely appeared in front of a
still camera beyond the covers
for his movies.

This

photo

shoot

was

hopefully going to revamp his
acting career; at forty-four
years old, he was looking for a

new image to convince casting
directors that he was still
marketable as a leading man.
So Matt knew that everything
had to be ready, as these
Hollywood types didn’t like to
wait

around.

Matt

stood

behind his tripod, adjusting
the angle of his camera so it
would get the best shots
possible of Lucas once he was
ready to begin.

The area was set, ready

for the shoot: a large bed with
crisp white linen made up one
aspect of the mock room,
alongside which was a real

coal fire already ablaze in the
hearth.

Once

the

shoot

started, Lucas would feel the
chill of the studio. On the
floor beside the fire was a
white fake-fur rug, set there to
offset the darkness of the
floorboards

and

also

to

highlight the honeyed tones of
Lucas’s flesh.

Matt had taken one shot

of the room to ensure his film
was ready when he heard the
soft knock on the studio door.
Looking up from behind the
camera, he called out for
whomever it was to enter. He

smiled brightly as the dark-
haired actor walked into the
studio. He could see already
from looking at Lucas that
he’d

started

his

image

transformation.

His

hair,

which was usually shoulder-
length when he didn’t have to
change it for a role, had been
recently

colored

to

add

highlights

to

the

newly

cropped length.

Matt walked out from

behind his camera and over to
Lucas, offering his hand in
greeting to the actor. “It’s a
pleasure to finally meet you,

Mr. Meyer,” Matt said as Lucas
shook his hand.

“Please, call me Lucas.

Mr. Meyer is my father. And
believe me, the pleasure is all
mine,” Lucas said, smiling in
return

as

he

looked

the

photographer up and down,
clearly appreciating what he
was seeing.

“All right, I’m ready to

begin

whenever

you

are,

Lucas,” Matt said. He felt
himself blush when he caught
Lucas’s eyes wandering the
length of his body.

“I’ve admired your work

for a long time now, Mr.
Silver. You truly have a way
with the camera, which is why
I trust you to make me a
household name once more,”
Lucas told him. His eyes
lingered

on

Matt’s

brown,

tousled curls, and Matt could
feel his blush deepening. He
dropped his eyes back to his
equipment, uncomfortable at
the frank appraisal.

“Please call me Matt; Mr.

Silver

always

seems

too

formal, given my job,” Matt
said and laughed a little,
trying to shake off some of his

nerves.

“As you wish, Matt. So

how do we proceed?” Lucas
asked.

He

ran

one

hand

through

his

short

hair,

stopping to gently massage his
neck while his eyes scanned
the studio.

“To start with, I’m going

to just take a few shots of you
fully clothed in the set. Now,
during the shoot, if there is
anything at all that you are
not comfortable with doing,
just say and I’ll stop the shoot.
All right?”

“That

sounds

perfectly

fine to me.”

“All right. I think we need

to draw some more attention
to your eyes, Lucas, as they
are truly a most spectacular
shade of blue.” Matt watched
Lucas while he made the
suggestion, waiting to see if he
was going to show any signs of
the

spoiled

Hollywood-star

lifestyle that so many of his
clients often adopted.

“What do you suggest?”
“How about a touch of

eyeliner? It’ll draw attention
to your eyes. I don’t think
anything else will be needed.”

Matt watched Lucas closely as
the actor walked beside him to
the small makeup case that
sat on a tabletop. He picked up
the

black

eyeliner

pencil

without any fuss and leaned
down to look in the mirror,
then ran the pencil first over
the edge of his top eyelid and
then the bottom one, circling
his eye with a black ring that
instantly drew one’s eyes to
his.

The

eyeliner

had

the

desired effect, and Matt knew
that no one out there would be
able to look at Lucas in his

present

state

without

becoming lost in his gorgeous
blue eyes.

“What do you think?”

Lucas asked after he lined his
other eye and set the pencil
down to look at Matt.

“That’s

perfect,”

Matt

said, swallowing hard at the
stirring in his groin. “Now if
you’re ready to begin, I’d like
to take a few shots of you fully
clothed and up close.”

“As you wish. I trust your

judgment, Matt.”

Matt took a deep breath as

he moved behind his tripod

and bent to look through the
camera lens at Lucas, whose
body was encased in black
leather from head to toe. The
black biker jacket was zipped
up, fully framing his face with
his new, younger haircut.

Matt knew that if he was

affected in such a way, then
the

desired

image

change

would

be

successful.

No

woman or homosex ual man
would be able to resist those
soulful blue eyes and the body
of a god encased in skintight
leather.

“How does it look, Matt?”

Lucas asked. His voice was
low, almost intimate in the
way he said Matt’s name.

“Absolutely

beautiful,”

was all Matt could say as he
took the first shot of what he
knew would be many.

L

UCAS

smiled

and

moved

slightly so that he was closer
to the bed, all the while
hearing the sound of the
camera

shutter

as

Matt

continued to take photo after
photo. When he reached the
bed,

he

sat

down

before

leaning back into the crisp
pillows. The whiteness of the
new linen was a stark contrast
to the black leather that
encased the actor’s body.

Lucas brought one leg up

to rest a booted foot firmly
upon the bed while the other
remained dangling over the
edge. Ex haling with a sigh, he
looked over at Matt behind the
camera. He could feel the heat
pool in his groin, knowing that
the brown-haired photographer
would see everything through
the lens. Matt was stunning to
look at, and he wasn’t even

trying to impress. He was
wearing sinfully tight jeans
that hugged his body in all the
right places, teamed with a
simple

white

T-shirt

that

clung to his body. The T-shirt
showed

off

Matt’s

biceps,

indicating that he worked out
but wasn’t overly muscled.

From

his

assumed

position, Lucas knew that he
was displaying his body in a
most alluring way even though
he was fully dressed. He heard
the intake of breath from the
young photographer when he
reached down with one hand

and brushed it against his
groin, feeling the heat of his
desire

through

the

supple

leather.

Lucas’s cock hardened at

the knowledge that the young
man was enjoying the show.
Lucas knew that the leather
trousers

highlighted

everything he had; he liked
the way they clung to his
body, showing off his cock and
balls as they pressed against
the

fabric.

Lucas

reached

down

and

cupped

himself

through the leather to adjust
himself

into

a

more

comfortable

position

and

heard another sharp intake of
breath from the younger man.
“Do you like what your camera
sees?” Lucas asked, arching
his hips slightly off the bed
while he stared intently at the
camera.

“Yes,” Matt said a little

breathlessly, his head never
lifting from the viewfinder.
Lucas wet his lips and then
slid a hand up his thigh while
the steady click of the camera
continued.

“I’m glad you approve.

You know, Matt, I only agreed

to do this photo shoot because
I knew you would be the
photographer,”

Lucas

told

him. He closed his eyes briefly
and moved his hand a little
higher up his leg, letting his
thighs drift farther apart.

“Jesus, Lucas, do you

have any idea what you’re
doing to me right now?” Matt
said, looking up over the top of
the camera. Lucas couldn’t
prevent the little smirk that
appeared on his face.

“I have an idea. So would

you like me to start showing a
little skin?”

“However

much

you’re

comfortable with. I can frame
the

shots

to

keep

them

suggestive but not show too
much,” Matt answered. Lucas
thought his voice sounded a
little hoarse.

“I’ve had to do nude

scenes for films before,” he
replied, shifting on the bed.
“The camera doesn’t bother
me, and we’re supposed to be
proving that I still have what
it takes as a leading man.”

“Just pretend I’m not here

and go with whatever feels
natural to you,” Matt said. “I’ll

let you know when I have to
change the film.”

“As

you

wish.”

Lucas

smiled as Matt lowered his
head, a blush rising high on
his cheekbones. “You know,
someone

should

have

suggested

you

take

your

clothes off for a spread. I know
I’d definitely buy a copy with
your face on the cover.”

“Surely you jest?” Matt

said incredulously.

“No, I don’t. I’d pay a lot

to see you naked.”

“Lucas, please—I have a

job to do, and at the moment

you are making that hard to
accomplish. Now, if you wish
to discuss this matter further
when we have finished, then I
might be more inclined to your
proposition, if that is indeed
what it is.” Matt’s formality
didn’t

hide

his

reaction,

making Lucas smile, certain
that his desire showed in his
eyes.

“It is, and I will hold you

to that,” Lucas said. He closed
his eyes again and ran his
palms

down

his

leather-

covered thighs.

M

ATT

took a deep breath and

leaned down over his camera
once more. He could feel his
heart racing at the proposition
the actor had just offered.
When Matt looked through the
camera lens, he bit his lower
lip to stop the involuntary
moan that tried to escape at
the sight Lucas made. He had
moved so he was now kneeling
on the bed with his hands
against the zipper of his biker
jacket. Matt was sure not
many people had ever seen the
provocative look on Lucas’s

face before. It was definitely
one for the shoot.

Lucas smiled and began to

leisurely pull the zipper down
to reveal his chest beneath. He
had clearly come prepared to
seduce both the camera and
Matt himself. Matt’s heart
hammered in his chest as he
followed the trail of the zipper
with

his

eyes,

reflex ively

snapping picture after picture
of Lucas unzipping the jacket
in a painfully slow way. Lucas
was teasing him, along with
everyone else who would see
these pictures, but Matt knew

that he was the prime target
of the seduction.

“I know you’re watching

me, Matt. I can hear that
you’re breathing faster,” Lucas
said.

“Of course I’m watching

you. How else do you suppose I
take

your

picture?”

Matt

asked, although he knew that
wasn’t what Lucas meant.

“Do you react this way

with all your clients?” Lucas
pulled the zipper lower still,
revealing more of his chest
with its light covering of hair.

Matt tried to keep his

reserve, but Lucas seemed
insistent on tormenting him
as he revealed more of his
honeyed

flesh,

toned

abdominal muscles, and the
trail of dark hair that led down
his stomach and into the top
of his leather trousers.

“Matt, I asked you a

question. Do you need me to
repeat it?” Lucas said, the
smirk returning to his face
while he tugged the zipper free
and let the jacket hang open.
He leaned down so his hands
rested against the bed, his
back arched slightly, and he

looked up at Matt with lust-
filled eyes.

“N-no.” Matt couldn’t help

but lose his detachment when
he saw the look in Lucas’s
eyes directed at him.

“No, you don’t need me to

repeat it, or no, you don’t act
this way around your other
clients?” Lucas asked with
amusement in his voice.

“No, I heard you perfectly

well, and no, I don’t do this
with other clients,” Matt said,
trying not to let Lucas know
how much he was affecting
him.

“Ahh, so you reserve this

reaction for just me. I’m
honored.” Lucas lowered his
head and arched his back
further before sitting up and
shrugging

off

his

jacket,

leaving his chest bare to
Matt’s gaze.

“Has anyone ever told you

that you’re one hell of a cocky
bastard?” Matt asked, though
he couldn’t help but smile
while he watched the way
Lucas stretched. His whole
body moved with a feline
grace.

“All

the

time.”

Lucas

laughed as he rolled onto his
back and ran his hands over
his chest, pausing to rub his
nipples into hard peaks. “But
you have to admit that I’m
one hell of a sex y cocky
bastard.” Lucas ran his hand
down his stomach and slipped
it into the top of his leather
trousers.

“You’ve got me there,”

Matt

told

him,

watching

Lucas’s every move. “Hold it
there a moment, I have to
change the film.” Matt went to
his camera bag and pulled out
another roll of film with

trembling hands. Taking it
from its case, he removed the
roll from the camera and put
it into the case, then loaded
the new film. He looked over
his shoulder at Lucas once
he’d attached the small label
and written “LM 1” onto the
first roll of film. Matt still used
film because he loved the
whole process of being able to
see his pictures develop in his
darkroom. Plus he loved the
smell of the developer and the
way

the

images

slowly

appeared before his very eyes.
He’d found solace in the

darkroom, as it was the only
place

his

ex

had

never

encroached upon. It was his
and only his.

Lucas had a contented

look on his face as he lay
perfectly still, waiting to be
told he could move again. The
actor’s

gaze

moved

down

Matt’s

body,

and

Lucas

grinned, making Matt wonder
if he’d noticed the bulge that
was growing steadily in his
faded

denim

jeans.

The

intensity

of

Lucas’s

eyes

boring into his body made
Matt blush, and he ran his

hand nervously through his
dark curls. He leaned down
and

readied

his

camera,

hearing Lucas chuckle as he
stretched on the bed.

“You know, it’s quite a

change for me to see a man so
in touch with his sensitive
side. I don’t often embarrass
those I’m around. A blush
coloring your cheeks is very
becoming,” Lucas said as Matt
started taking pictures again.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing your
ass colored from a swift smack
either.”

“Please shut up,” Matt

growled, trying to hold on to
his professional detachment.
He was having a hard enough
time already, and the last
thing he needed was that sort
of joke.

“Oh, I’m sorry, have I hit

a raw nerve there?” Lucas
asked and looked up, obviously
realizing his jest had upset
Matt.

“Just drop it, okay? I

have no wish to discuss the
matter.” Matt closed his eyes
and tensed at the distant
memory that passed through
his mind and over his body.

Matt cried out as he was

shoved naked to his knees on
the floor beside the fireplace.
He trembled when he heard
the cupboard open and then
the sound of the contents
being removed. He dared not
look up, for he knew that he
would be punished more for
moving than he was going to
be for his slip-up in the
restaurant.

“You

will

learn

your

place tonight, Matt,” the man
growled

as

he

captured

Matt’s hands in his and
dragged

them

painfully

behind Matt’s back, fastening
the

handcuffs

on

so

he

couldn’t move. “You belong to
me and no one else, do you
understand me, Boy?”

“Y-yes,” Matt whimpered

as the hand on the back of
his neck forced him down so
his face was pressed against
the carpet.

The beating began then;

a

leather

strap

struck

repeatedly

against

his

buttocks, making him cry out
as he squirmed, trying to free
himself. But it was futile; he
was pinned in place by the

hand on his neck. When it
was finally over, he had
carpet burns on his knees
and on his cheek from being
held down as he tried to get
away.

“Look, Matt, I’m so sorry

if I’ve upset you. I never
meant to,” Lucas said when he
caught the emotion in the plea
to drop the discussion.

“Can we just continue the

shoot?”

“Sure, and I really am

sorry.”

Lucas

noticed

the

erection the young man had
sported

was

now

gone.

Whatever it was about his jest
had really upset him.

Lucas moved so he was

kneeling on the bed once
more, bringing both his hands
up to run through his hair. He
took a calming breath, trying
to ease his nervousness after
upsetting

Matt.

Lucas

stretched his arms out to his
sides and arched his back,
forcing his chest and hips
forward as he took another
deep breath.

“That’s nice, Lucas. I

think that’s a keeper shot
also,” Matt told him as he

continued to take pictures.
Lucas’s head lolled backward,
leaving his chest and throat
ex posed while his abdominal
muscles clenched with his
breathing.

He lifted his head and

brought his arms back to his
chest and crossed them in
front of it, splaying his hands
out over his pectorals. He
closed his eyes briefly and let
his head fall forward as he
played up to the camera,
trying to keep the shoot in the
forefront of his mind. He
didn’t

want

to

completely

alienate

the

young

photographer. He looked up at
Matt

through

half-lowered

lashes and saw that Matt was
now standing over his camera,
using the handheld trigger to
snap his shots. Lucas could
see the renewed interest in the
young

man’s

eyes

as

he

watched him with a smile on
his face.

“Are you sure you haven’t

done this sort of photo shoot
before?” Matt asked. Lucas
uncurled

his

hands

and

brought

one

down

his

stomach. He ran it over the

front of his leather trousers,
teasing his half-hard cock into
life once more.

“I’ve

never

done

this

before.

I’ve

had

lots

of

ex perience in front of movie
cameras, but in films I can
only ever do what I’m scripted
to do. This is actually very
freeing,” Lucas said. “I’m not
a virgin to the camera’s focus,
Matt; far from it. But I’ve
never posed, as it were.”

“Your manager has never

suggested you do a calendar?”
Matt seemed a bit surprised at
how little Lucas was marketed

apart from the DVDs of his
movies.

“No, she’s never even

suggested it. She said I make
enough from the movies to not
bother with all the other crap.
She thinks it’ll only cheapen
me if I let the marketing of
merchandise

overtake

my

charms on screen, but when
you get to be my age, there are
always younger men trying for
the same lead roles. I decided I
needed to do something to
show them I’m not quite over
the hill yet,” Lucas told him,
beginning to slowly tug down

the zipper on his leather
trousers.

“I think she doesn’t know

what she’s talking about. If
you got yourself out there into
the shops and on the internet
with a calendar, then more
people would look into your
movies,” Matt insisted. He
watched

closely

as

Lucas

rubbed his right nipple with
one hand while unfastening
his leathers with the other.

“Are you offering to shoot

it for me?” Lucas asked as the
blush crept up Matt’s face
once more. “Because I would

be honored to have you take
the photos.”

“You’d

have

to

book

another photo shoot especially
for that. I could arrange for a
series of sets to be made for
you to be photographed in, and
then some outfits, not that
you’d need to wear much.
Enough to make it artful, so
it’s not just you naked and in
everyone’s face. Though you
might sell even more if you
were willing to go fully nude,”
Matt said as he looked at
Lucas and smiled. The actor
smiled back. Matt had already

won him over with his idea for
the calendar.

“I’ll book the appointment

when I leave here. You know, I
think I should hire you as my
agent. You have a pretty good
head on your shoulders, and
I’m sure that you have a lot of
ideas in there, don’t you, to
help

market

me

to

the

masses?” Lucas parted the top
of

his

leather

trousers,

revealing the nest of dark
curls

that

surrounded

his

cock, which was still hidden
beneath the leather.

“I have several ideas, but

let’s not discuss that now. We
can

do

that

after

we’ve

finished here.” Matt seemed
surprised that Lucas was really
interested in what he had to
say.

“Are you just anx ious to

see me naked?” Lucas said,
laughing at the small smile on
Matt’s lips. “You know, most
people have to pay me to take
my clothes off for a movie, but
you, my sweet Matt, get to see
it because I am paying you to
take the pictures.”

“I’m glad that you chose

me for the shoot. I’ve only

taken

photos

of

a

few

Hollywood stars before, and I
had

preconceived

notions

about how you would behave,
but

you’ve

changed

my

opinions about them.”

“You wouldn’t happen to

have thought that we’re all
arrogant bastards who don’t
give a shit what anyone else
wants so long as we get our
money and our faces out
there, did you?” Lucas asked,
cocking one eyebrow as Matt
giggled and nodded his head.
“That’s what I thought; most
people are the same.”

“I

TRY

not to make too many

assumptions about my clients,
since it affects my ability to
work with them,” Matt said as
he watched Lucas run one
hand down his stomach and
begin to idly pass his fingers
through the dark curls at the
apex of his thighs. “Oh my
God, Lucas, you are beautiful
beyond words.” Matt groaned,
imagining Lucas pulling out
his erect cock and cradling
the impressive length in one
strong hand. Matt took several

quick shots, trying to will the
inappropriate thoughts away.

“So, what do you do with

all the photos you take that
aren’t used in the magazines?
Do you keep them for your
own private collection?” Lucas
asked. His hands moved to
frame his groin. Matt was
trying hard not to stare.

“Some

go

into

my

portfolio, and the others are
stored so I can use them for
other magazines or to auction
them off if there’s a big
charity

event.

With

the

subject’s consent, of course.”

Matt knew he was making a
fool of himself; he was acting
like a schoolboy with his first
crush, staring at Lucas the
way he was.

“You don’t have a private

stash somewhere that no one
is allowed access to, do you?”

“Not yet, but I might have

soon,” Matt said and blushed
furiously, bringing his hand up
to

cover

his

mouth.

He

couldn’t believe he’d said that.
“God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean
to say that out loud.”

“Don’t apologize for being

so honest about it. It’s nice to

hear that you appreciate a
good body when you see one.”

“I still shouldn’t have said

that. It’s not the sort of thing
you should say to a client.”

“You know, I wouldn’t

mind if you did keep me in
your private collection. I could
even give you something to
make

it

a

memorable

collection,” Lucas told him
with a wicked smile.

“Thank you for the offer,

but I really should just take
the pictures. I have to remain
detached and keep my focus.”

“Now, I don’t really think

you believe that. I can see in
your eyes and in the way your
body reacts that you want
more than just to take some
photos.”

Lucas

eased

the

zipper down to set his cock
free

and

began

to

lean

backward into the pillows,
stretching his legs out in front
of him.

Matt

closed

his

eyes

briefly. God, he’s even more
beautiful

than

I’d

ever

imagined him to be. I feel like
a schoolboy seeing his first
porn magazine all over again,
he thought before moving to

stand behind the tripod once
more. The nex t few minutes
passed in silence, with the
ex ception of the sound of the
camera shutter.

L

UCAS

nestled his head in the

pillows while he lifted his hips
slightly to ease the supple
leather down over his hips. He
could see the top of Matt’s
head from behind the camera,
and he knew that the young
man would have a pleasant
blush on his face. Jesus, I’m
almost old enough to be his

father,

but

there’s

just

something about the way he
looks at me that’s so exciting,
revitalizing, even. It’s like
he’s seeing inside the persona
to the real me, and I can’t
help but feel aroused by the
way his eyes rake over my
body. Is it too much to hope
that he’d want something
more, that he’d want to be
with me despite the age
difference? Because Christ, I
know I want him to.

Wriggling his hips, Lucas

pulled the leather down over
his buttocks and eased them

down his legs. He sat up to
pull off his boots and socks
before sliding the trousers off
completely and tossing them
onto the floor to pool beside
the biker jacket. His chest rose
and fell in rapid motion, and
he

leaned

back

again,

adjusting to the feel of the air
on his naked skin and to
Matt’s eyes on his body. He
reached down and stroked his
cock languidly, feeling it throb
in his palm while he caressed
his balls with his other hand,
moving up and down in a slow
rhythm he knew the camera

would be able to capture. His
breath quickened as he rolled
his balls gently and brushed
his fingers lightly over the
head of his cock, capturing
the

precum

anointing

the

crown.

Lucas heard the sharp

intake of breath from the
young photographer when he
moved his fingers down and
pressed one against his crease,
letting the tip slip inside. He
closed his eyes and continued
to bring himself closer to
release, knowing he wouldn’t
be able to remain this hard for

much

longer

without

it

becoming painful. He had to
find his release before the
shoot

could

continue,

in

whatever manner Matt wanted
it to.

Lucas

found

it

increasingly difficult not to
thrust his hips upward to meet
his hand as he began to stroke
his cock faster, spurred on by
the little moan that escaped
from Matt’s lips. “You like
what you see, don’t you,
Matt?” Lucas opened his lust-
filled eyes and gazed longingly
at the camera, for he knew the

look wouldn’t go unnoticed by
the young man. “Do you want
me to moan your name when I
cum?”

“Please… I can’t do this.”

Matt looked up with fear in his
eyes as he watched the way
Lucas was moving and arching
up against his hand.

“Can’t

do

what?

The

shoot or letting me call your
name?” Lucas asked before he
closed his eyes with a guttural
cry and his semen spilled over
his hand.

“Let you use my name.

I’m not allowed to,” Matt said.

He dropped the camera trigger
and moved away from the
tripod, running to the door
that led to the balcony. “I’m
sorry, I need to be alone for a
moment,” Matt called back as
he ran through the door onto
the terrace.

M

ATT

leaned heavily on the

metal

railing,

his

hands

clinging to it so tightly his
knuckles

had

gone

white.

Breathing deeply, he tried to
fight back the memories that
assaulted his mind.

Matt walked into the

room and closed his eyes
when he felt the hands snake
around his hips, drawing him
up against the naked body
behind him. He moaned and
leaned

into

the

embrace,

knowing that this was all
part of the arranged game.
He was going to be seduced
while his lover watched. No
names

under

any

circumstance

were

to

be

uttered;

otherwise,

Matt

knew, he would be punished.
This seduction was going to
be filmed so that Matt could

get his face out there to the
filmmakers who wanted an
innocent

countenance

and

body to star in their movies.

Matt whimpered as he

was slowly undressed and
ushered over to the bed. It
was only when he was pushed
down onto it that he realized
everything was not going as
planned. His first indicator
was that the man who had
been undressing him wasn’t
the man he had helped his
lover to choose, knowing that
he could be trusted not to
harm him. Matt cried out as

he was forced onto the bed.
The man climbed up behind
him

and

grabbed

Matt’s

hands, roughly forced his
arms over his head, and
chained

him

to

the

headboard

with

metal

handcuffs. Matt had had no
idea that such a simple
request could go so horribly
wrong. He cried out and
struggled to get free, pulling
roughly on the cuffs and
looking desperately over at
the camera, knowing that his
lover stood behind it.

Matt took a deep breath

and tried not to hyperventilate
as he shook his head, trying to
make the memories disappear.
He closed his eyes and heard
the all-too-familiar taunt in
his mind from that day.

“It will be all right if you

don’t struggle.”

The

taunt

had

come

while his assailant stroked
his

cheek

once

before

pressing a ball gag into his
mouth, forcing him to scream
around the offending item.
Matt thrashed on the bed,
knowing that everything had
gone

horribly

wrong.

A

stinging slap to the side of
his head instantly stilled
him. Blood pounded in his
ears, and he blinked back the
tears that fell freely down his
cheeks.

“That’s a good boy. Don’t

struggle and this won’t hurt,”
the man told him while he
pulled Matt’s legs over his
shoulders, leaving Matt open
to his advances. Matt cried
out around the gag when he
was breached in one swift
thrust. He could feel his body
being torn since he was not
prepared. None of this was

going according to plan, and
his lover was doing nothing
to stop this man from hurting
him. Luckily for Matt, it was
all

over

quickly,

but

he

wasn’t able to stop it from
becoming far worse. When the
mystery

man

spilled

his

semen deep inside Matt’s
abused body, he cried out
Matt’s name.

The man was dismissed,

and Matt knew he was in
trouble when his enraged
lover moved toward him. Matt
tried to curl up to protect his
body when he saw his lover

remove his belt. He knew he
was going to be on the
receiving end.

“How does he know your

name, Matt? Have you spread
your legs for him before?” his
lover snarled, pulling Matt’s
head back painfully by his
dark curls.

Matt shook his head and

tried pleading with his eyes;
he couldn’t have spoken even
if he wanted to. But it did
him no good, for his lover
didn’t believe him. Matt tried
to move away, since he knew
what his fate was to be, but

he was unable to move far
because he was still chained
to the bed. He cried out
around the gag as he was hit
repeatedly, until his lover
walked away and left him on
the

bed,

sobbing

uncontrollably

around

the

ball gag in his mouth.

L

UCAS

wrapped the sheet from

the bed around his naked body
and made his way over to the
door leading to the balcony.
Through the glass, he could
see the young man clutching

the balcony rail like his life
depended on it.

Opening the door, Lucas

stepped out onto the balcony.
Only then could he hear the
sobs that racked Matt’s frame;
he could see that Matt was
clearly distressed.

“Matt, are you all right?”

Lucas asked, trying not to
startle the young man.

“Stay away, please,” Matt

said quietly, turning to look at
Lucas.

“It’s okay; I’m not going

to hurt you. I just wanted to
see if you were okay. Was it

me, did I do something to
upset you?” Lucas asked. He
could see the pain and fear in
Matt’s chocolate-colored eyes.

“I

will

be

in

a

few

minutes, and no, Lucas, it
wasn’t you. It’s nothing that
should concern you. Just a
past memory assaulting me,
nothing more, nothing less.
I’ll be back in to finish the
shoot in a minute,” Matt told
him. He ran a trembling hand
through his dark curls and
gave Lucas a small smile, as if
to convince him that he would
be fine.

“I’m here if you want to

talk about it,” Lucas said,
then turned and walked back
to the door, opening it to go
inside once more.

“Thank you, but I’d rather

not, if you don’t mind.”

Lucas sat on the bed, the

sheet still wrapped around
him, since he really didn’t
want to make Matt any more
upset than he already had. It
was obvious the young man
was battling demons from his
past; he could see it in Matt’s
eyes when he had asked if he
was okay. Matt had looked

terrified of him, afraid, almost,
that Lucas was going to hurt
him. Lucas hoped that Matt
would let him in and allow
him to help him get past
whatever it was that was
bothering him. He wondered
what secrets in Matt’s past
were

still

haunting

him.

Whatever they were, they were
clearly not pleasant memories
from the way the young man
was reacting.

Several minutes passed

before Matt walked into the
studio once more. Brushing
tears away from his cheeks, he

stopped at the table near his
camera bag. He reached into
the bag, pulled out a bottle of
water, and took a long drink
from it before setting it down
once more.

“Lucas, I’m afraid I can’t

take any more pictures today.
I’m so sorry,” Matt said,
looking over at Lucas, who lay
against the pillows with the
bedsheet wrapped around him.

“Would you be able to

rearrange another time? I can
come back to finish the shoot
if it’s not too much trouble.”
Lucas really wanted to see

Matt again. He wanted him to
shoot the calendar for him and
any pictures he wanted in the
future.

“I’ll have Elena arrange

something for you,” Matt said
as he walked over to the studio
door

to

speak

with

his

receptionist. “I’ll leave you to
get dressed.” Looking over his
shoulder, he gave Lucas a
forced smile, clearly trying not
to show his distress.

Lucas sighed when the

door shut softly behind Matt
and he was left alone once
more. He unwrapped the sheet

and stood to pick up his
clothes. He could see from
Matt’s

face

that

he

was

embarrassed about having to
call an end to the shoot. Lucas
realized that he had to make
sure Matt knew he was all
right with everything. He’d
offer to take Matt out for a
drink.

Matt

returned

to

the

studio, carrying a small slip of
paper

with

the

new

appointment

on

it.

Lucas

stood looking out the balcony
door, dressed once more in the
figure-hugging black leather.

Lucas turned and smiled

when he heard Matt enter the
room; his eyes met the deep
chocolate of Matt’s, and the
younger man blushed at being
caught looking at him. Lucas
moved away from the door and
walked over to meet Matt at
the foot of the bed.

“I really am sorry about

today.” Matt lowered his eyes
at the intensity of Lucas’s
gaze. “I’ve managed to get you
another

appointment

for

Friday, if that’ll be all right?”

“That’ll be fine, thank

you. And believe me, it’s

completely all right. I know
sometimes people go through
things

that

make

them

uncomfortable. I just hope
that I didn’t cause it for you,”
Lucas said, taking the offered
piece of paper. His fingers
brushed against Matt’s, and he
felt the spark between the two
of them as they touched for
the briefest of moments.

“Really, it wasn’t you. Or

anything that you did,” Matt
said, smiling sweetly. Lucas
wondered if he’d also felt the
electricity of their touch.

“Matt, would you come

out for a drink with me later,
to show that there are no hard
feelings about what happened
here today?” Lucas asked,
holding his breath as he
waited for the answer.

“I would like that, thank

you.”

“Would you like me to

pick you up, or do you want to
meet me someplace?” Lucas
wasn’t sure how Matt would
want to proceed. He smiled
when the light returned to
Matt’s eyes as he accepted the
invitation. Lucas was so glad
he could make the young man

smile again.

“I’ll meet you,” Matt said.

“I know this really great bar.
It’s nice and quiet; no one will
bother you there.”

“Thank you for thinking

about my privacy,” Lucas said.
“So what time do you want to
meet up, and what’s the name
of this great bar?”

“How about seven thirty?

And it’s the Lanet Bar. It was
my old college bar.” Matt
smiled again, and Lucas hoped
he was remembering happier
times.

“Okay, sounds good. I’ll

see you tonight.”

“Bye,”

Matt

said

and

escorted Lucas out of the
studio.

M

ATT

began to slowly clear

the sheets from the bed, ready
to put them into the laundry
hamper. He sighed as he
remembered how Lucas had
looked at him throughout the
shoot.

He

so

desperately

wanted to allow Lucas the
chance to get closer to him,
but he was afraid, afraid that
Lucas was like Aran and would

hurt him. Matt knew he should
move on, but he couldn’t.
Even now, Aran and what he
had done still haunted his
every waking moment.

Aran had been his first

love, and he had damaged
Matt’s heart and mind beyond
repair. He’d ingrained his will
upon Matt for so many years
that it was hard now for Matt
not to carry on those ways
that had been drilled into him
since he was seventeen. It
hadn’t been until he was
twenty-one

that

he

had

managed to get away from

Aran. But that move to escape
had nearly cost him his life.

L

UCAS

smiled as he watched

Matt walk through the door to
the

small

bar

that

he’d

suggested. He knew the young
man had chosen the place
because

of

the

friendly

atmosphere. Matt wore black
jeans

that

hugged

his

delightful bottom and a plain
white T-shirt much like the
one he had worn earlier in the
day. His soft brown eyes
searched the bar and then

lowered slightly, and he bit his
bottom lip nervously when
Lucas beckoned him over.

“Hello, beautiful,” Lucas

said, standing to allow Matt to
slide into the booth.

“Hi.” Matt sat down and

moved into the corner of the
booth. His cheeks were flushed
at the compliment.

“So what can I get you to

drink?” Lucas asked as he sat
down nex t to Matt. His whole
body was alive with desire for
the young man, yet he knew
from earlier that Matt couldn’t
be rushed. He would have to be

slowly seduced.

“A rum and Coke, please,”

Matt

told

him,

suddenly

becoming very interested in
his lap.

“It’s okay. You can have

anything you like,” Lucas said,
reaching out and gently lifting
Matt’s chin so he was looking
at him once more.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that

I’m not used to being treated
this way.” Matt gave Lucas a
weak smile at the gentle
touch.

“You should always be

treated like this, Matt. You are

a beautiful young man, and
you deserve to be worshiped.”
Lucas softly rubbed his thumb
against Matt’s chin.

Matt’s eyes lowered, and

he subconsciously moved into
the caress, his lips parting
slowly on a shuddering breath.
He kept his eyes closed as
Lucas moved his hand across
Matt’s face, gently brushing
his fingers against the younger
man’s

parted

lips.

Matt

moaned at the soft caress, and
opening his lips more, he
flicked his tongue out as if to
taste Lucas. Lucas took a deep

breath of his own as Matt’s
tongue caressed his fingers.
His eyes were drawn to the
face of the angel before him.
Matt

was

clearly

too

frightened to look at him right
now. “Matt, will you allow me
to

worship

you

in

every

conceivable

way?”

Lucas

leaned in and set a soft kiss
upon Matt’s forehead.

“Please don’t hurt me.”

Matt opened his eyes and
looked pleadingly into Lucas’s.

“Shhh, I would never hurt

you, and I won’t let anyone
else hurt you either.” Lucas

brushed

his

lips

tenderly

against Matt’s. The younger
man

yielded

immediately,

allowing Lucas dominance of
the kiss. Matt’s lips were so
soft

and

yielding

beneath

Lucas’s; he gave no resistance
as Lucas slid his tongue slowly
into Matt’s mouth and gently
caressed his tongue. Lucas
cradled Matt’s face in his
hands, his thumb brushing
one cheek, his own eyes
closing as the kiss deepened.
Matt sighed and leaned into
the leather of the booth when
Lucas’s lips left his, as if

Lucas had left him breathless.
“Let’s get you a drink,” Lucas
said finally, smiling at Matt
when

the

photographer

reached up a trembling hand
to touch his lips, where only
moments earlier Lucas’s had
been.

“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll be

right back.” Lucas climbed out
of the booth and made his way
over to the bar, leaving Matt
alone to his thoughts.

M

ATT

looked up uneasily at

Lucas when he returned with
their drinks. He could still feel
the tingling in his lips from
the kiss they had shared. He
lowered his eyes while he
waited

for

Lucas

to

say

something to him, something
he knew would shatter the
happiness he was feeling after
so many years alone.

“Hey, why the long face?”

Lucas asked, setting the glass
down in front of Matt.

“It’s nothing, really, just

me being silly.” Matt reached
out with a trembling hand for
his glass. His nerves were

getting the better of him, and
he wasn’t able to stop the
glass from toppling over when
he reached for it. “God, I’m
sorry, I’m so sorry,” Matt
whispered as he tried to mop
up

the

spilled

liquor.

He

flinched when Lucas reached
out, pressing his body against
the corner of the booth,
fearing that Lucas was going
to strike him.

“Hey, it’s all right, it was

an accident. There’s no harm
done.” Lucas mopped the table
with the napkins provided.
“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m not going

to hurt you.” Lucas sounded
sincere, but Matt couldn’t help
but cower in his seat, waiting
for the impending assault.

L

UCAS

felt his heart breaking

at the way Matt cowered over
such a simple accident. He
knew now there was more to
Matt than he had first seen.
Someone

had

clearly

conditioned him to react the
way he was now, and they had
broken the young man with
their treatment.

Lucas reached out to take

Matt’s hand in his and brought
it slowly up to his lips so he
could kiss the knuckles softly.
He heard Matt’s intake of
breath and knew that wasn’t
what he had been ex pecting.

“I’m sorry. I’m not meant

to do this.” Matt closed his
eyes and gently pulled his
hand free. “Lucas, please just
let me go. You don’t deserve
me. I’m not good enough for
you or anyone else.” Matt
stood and started to climb over
Lucas to get out of the booth.

“Who told you that? Who

broke you, Matt?” Lucas took

Matt’s

hand

when

Matt

brushed against him.

“I… I can’t.” Matt pulled

on Lucas’s hand, trying to get
free.

“Sit down and talk to

me,” Lucas said sternly. He
was

shocked

when

Matt

immediately sat down where
he was, which happened to be
upon Lucas’s knees. His head
lowered and his body instantly
relax ed

as

he

stopped

struggling to get away.

Matt sighed when Lucas’s

hand brushed against his chin
and lifted his head so Lucas

could look at him. Tears
spilled

down

the

younger

man’s cheeks, tears Lucas just
didn’t understand.

“Please

tell

me

what

happened to you. Please let me
in, let me help you.” Lucas
brushed his fingers against
Matt’s cheeks, wiping away
the tears that stained them.

“Why waste your time

with someone like me? I’m
just a broken whore who can’t
get anything right,” Matt said,
watching Lucas’s eyes. Lucas
could tell he was trying to
judge his reaction.

“Matt, you are not a

whore. Do you hear me?”
Lucas insisted, shaking him
slightly. He could see from
Matt’s tormented ex pression
that he didn’t believe what
Lucas was telling him. “Please,
just tell me what happened to
you.”

“You don’t want to know

my problems; you’re a big star,
and you don’t need someone
like me in your life. You don’t
need a broken toy-boy to keep
your bed warm.”

“Just fucking tell me,”

Lucas said, losing his temper

at the fire in Matt’s eyes as he
put himself down.

“You’ll want to fuck me

first, because you aren’t going
to want to after I’ve told you
my dirty secrets.” Matt tugged
the zipper of his jeans down
and pulled his cock out,
grabbing Lucas’s hand and
pressing it against his organ.

“For fuck’s sake, stop it. I

don’t want to do it this way.”
Lucas growled as he pulled his
hand away and watched Matt
dress again.

“You won’t want to do it

at all in a minute.” Matt

closed

his

eyes,

clearly

embarrassed at what he had
just done. “I’m sorry, Lucas.”

“Please, just tell me what

happened. I really want to help
you.” Lucas reached up and
caressed

his

cheek

softly.

“Please, Matt.”

“I was seventeen when I

met Aran. He picked me up out
of art school, telling me that
he could make me an actor,
and that was all I wanted at
the time. At first he was nice
to me, and he gave me
everything I wanted. Then
when I was eighteen, he

started to hurt me. He used to
bring men home and make
videos of me with them,
telling me that it would get
my face out there as an
actor.” Matt took a shuddering
breath and closed his eyes.
Lucas

wrapped

his

hands

around Matt’s hips, gently
rubbing them in a calming
manner. “Lucas, he would beat
me after, saying I was nothing
but a whore. He hurt me so
badly.”

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay, it’s

all right. He can’t hurt you
anymore. I won’t let him,”

Lucas told him as he ran a
soothing hand against his
back.

“Lucas, he can’t hurt me

ever again, because I murdered
him.” Matt tried to move from
Lucas’s lap. “I… I killed h-
him.” Matt sobbed, his arms
instantly going around Lucas’s
shoulders as he hugged him
tightly.

“Shhh,

it’s

all

right,”

Lucas told him, kissing the top
of his head. I can’t believe
him capable of something as
callous as murder. But then,
if even half of what he’s told

me he suffered is true—not
that I have any reason not to
believe him given his response
to a simple spilled drink—I
can hardly blame him for his
actions against the monster
that reduced him to this shell
of a man.

“He t-tried to push me off

the balcony, Lucas, he raped
me and then tried to kill me
because I made friends with a
young

art

student.”

Matt

trembled

in

Lucas’s

arms.

“When h-he tried t-to p-push
m-me, I pulled him w-with me.
I pulled him over the railing.”

“Shhh, it’s okay. It’s all

over now, he can’t hurt you,
and I won’t let anyone hurt
you ever again.” I’d have done
the same in his position to
ensure the bastard couldn’t
hurt anyone else ever again.
How

anyone

could

force

themselves

on

him

just

because of a friendship I
can’t understand, he gives
his love and affection so
freely.

“Please, can you take me

home?” Matt asked quietly,
though he seemed afraid to
break the secure embrace of

Lucas’s arms.

“Of course. Come on, let’s

get you home.”

Lucas held the trembling

young man in his arms while
they sat in the back of the
tax icab, stroking the young
man’s back while Matt clung
to him as if his life depended
on the contact. He’d only just
managed to get Matt’s address
out

of

him

before

Matt

clammed up once more; he
was scared, that much was
certain.

Clearly

Matt

had

hidden all this inside for years,
and it had been eating him

alive from the inside out.

The drive back to Matt’s

apartment was a long one, as
Matt lived on the other side of
town. Lucas wondered if that
was his choice or not. Maybe it
was as far away as he could
get from his former life.

During the drive, Matt

relax ed and fell into a light
sleep, leaning against Lucas.
Lucas smiled as he looked
down at the beautiful face that
seemed to show no signs of the
trauma of his former life. He
was just sweet and innocent
Matt; the only sign that

anything could harm or had
harmed him were the still-
visible tear tracks on his
cheeks.

Lucas sighed as he felt the

car stop at Matt’s apartment.
He gently brushed his hand
against Matt’s cheek, bringing
him out of his slumber.

“You’re

home,”

Lucas

said, answering the unasked
question in Matt’s eyes.

“Will you stay tonight?”

Matt asked as he sat up and
rubbed his eyes tiredly. “That
is, if you still want anything
to do with me.”

“Shhh, of course I still

want to be around you. I’ll
stay if that’s what you truly
want, but Matt, I don’t want to
pressure you into anything,”
Lucas told him, opening the
door so they could get out.

M

ATT

followed Lucas closely,

his heart still beating faster
than usual at the prospect of
taking a man, even one as
kind as Lucas seemed to be,
into his home. He still had
nightmares about Aran and
what had happened to him

when they were together, was
still afraid that he’d be hurt in
the same way again; but now,
five years later, he longed for
companionship once more.

Matt hugged himself as he

stood on the pavement at the
foot of the stairs to his
apartment, waiting for Lucas
to join him. Lucas paid the
cab driver and then walked
over to Matt and smiled as he
started to follow him up the
steps.

When they reached Matt’s

floor, he took his keys out of
his pocket, but his hands

trembled when he tried to
open the lock. He dropped the
keys and blushed when Lucas
knelt down and picked them
up.

“Don’t worry, Matt, it’s

okay. I’m not going to do
anything you don’t want me to
do,” Lucas told him while he
unlocked the door.

“Please ex cuse the mess.”

Matt opened the door and saw
that his coffee table was
littered with photos from the
shoot he’d been working on
earlier.

“It’s all right, they’re just

photos. They’re not mess,”
Lucas told him, walking over
to the sofa.

“You know, I don’t always

leave them out, but I really
wanted to check over the
shoot.”

“It’s

fine,

really.

I

understand. Wow, these are
amazing.” Lucas picked up a
few of the photos of himself
from that morning’s session.
“You really have a good eye
with a camera,” Lucas told
him. Matt walked over and
began to gather the photos up,
wanting to put them away.

“These

look

truly

stunning in black and white.
Are these two shots for your
collection?” Lucas asked. The
two shots only showed the
upper half of his body, but
Matt had taken them at the
moment

Lucas

had

made

himself come, capturing the
blissful

ex pression

on

the

actor’s face. Matt blushed at
Lucas’s

knowing

smile,

hurriedly packing the other
photos

into

a

box

and

clutching it against his chest.

“May I have my photos,

please?” Matt asked quietly,

trying not to stare at Lucas.

“Sure. I’m not going to

keep them.” Lucas handed the
black and white photographs
over quickly, making Matt
wonder if he could see the fear
in Matt’s eyes.

“I’m going to bed now.

Please feel free to sleep on the
couch.” Matt backed away as
Lucas moved to touch his
cheek gently.

“You aren’t ready for this,

Matt. I think maybe I should
go home.” Lucas lowered his
hand and began to move away
from the small table, heading

toward the door.

“Lucas, please don’t leave

me alone tonight,” Matt said
in a small, pleading voice.

“Hey, it’s all right. I’ll

stay if that’s what you truly
want.” Lucas walked over to
Matt and reached up to touch
his cheek. Matt allowed the
touch this time. Leaning into
Lucas’s

hand,

he

smiled

weakly as Lucas stroked his
cheek with his thumb.

“Would you hold me until

I fall asleep?” Matt looked up
at

Lucas

through

lowered

eyelashes, still afraid that

Lucas

would

harm

him.

Although he wanted to trust
the older man, he was still
wary of him.

“That would be nice. I will

if that is truly what you
want.” Lucas looked at Matt
and smiled.

“It is. Please, I’m tired.”

Matt took Lucas’s hand in his
before he turned and walked
toward his bedroom.

In contrast to the jumble

of photos in the front room,
the bedroom was clean and
tidy. The room was sparsely
decorated with only a few

essential

items

lining

the

cream-colored

walls.

The

furniture was made of pine,
and the soft furnishings were
of a stunning blue silk. Lucas
walked over to the bed with
Matt and started to remove his
clothes.

Matt bit his lower lip,

watching Lucas closely as he
began to undress. He couldn’t
help staring as Lucas ex posed
his honeyed skin. It had been
so long since he had been near
anyone as stunning as Lucas.
He blushed when he saw Lucas
looking at him while he began

to unfasten his jeans.

Lucas stood and walked

around to Matt’s side of the
bed. He reached up and gently
caressed Matt’s cheek, as if
letting him know he wouldn’t
hurt him. Matt closed his eyes
and leaned into Lucas’s arms.

“I can keep them on if it

would

make

you

more

comfortable,” Lucas told him,
clearly

able

to

feel

Matt

trembling in his arms.

“I would like that, thank

you.” Matt looked up at Lucas
and

smiled

at

the

warm

ex pression in Lucas’s azure

depths.

Lucas leaned down and

brushed his lips softly against
Matt’s. Matt opened his lips to
allow the kiss to deepen.
Lucas’s tongue stroked his
gently as it ex plored the inside
of his mouth.

Matt sighed as he was

kissed;

he

could

feel

his

insides

melting

as

Lucas

caressed his back while the
other hand cradled his cheek.
Lucas’s thumb gently stroked
his cheekbone while he moved
away slightly, sucking a bit on
Matt’s

bottom

lip

before

moving in to deepen the kiss
once more.

Matt

whimpered

when

Lucas ended the kiss and
smiled. Matt lowered his head,
feeling the blush rise on his
cheeks.

Lucas

moved

his

fingers down beneath Matt’s
chin and tilted Matt’s face
upward so he could look at
him.

“You

shouldn’t

hide,

Matt. You’re very beautiful.”

“Lucas, please, you don’t

have to say that to me. I’ve
already invited you into my
bed. You don’t have to sweet-
talk me.” Matt slipped out of

Lucas’s arms and moved over
toward the bed. He sat down
and began to slowly undress.

“I’m not just saying that

to get you into bed. It’s true,
you

really

are

beautiful,”

Lucas told him as he watched
Matt pull off his T-shirt,
ex posing his toned body and
the small star tattoo on his
stomach.

Matt couldn’t stop the

nervous tremble at Lucas’s
closeness as he stood up and
began to unfasten his black
jeans, knowing he was naked
below them. As if sensing his

unease, Lucas moved around
to the other side of the bed,
kicked off his shoes and socks,
and sat down. Turning his
back, Matt slipped the jeans
down his slim hips, over his
taut buttocks, and off.

Matt bent down to retrieve

his

discarded

clothes

and

crossed to the chair beside his
wardrobe to set them down. He
blushed as he looked up and
saw Lucas watching his every
move. He could see that Lucas
had noticed his cock as it
bobbed between his legs. Matt
moved over to the chest of

drawers, pulled out a pair of
black silk box er shorts, and
slipped them on. He took a
shuddering

breath

as

he

walked over to join Lucas in
the bed. Matt pulled down the
comforter

before

sliding

beneath the blue silk. He
closed his eyes briefly as he
felt Lucas move beside him,
opening them again when
Lucas

stroked

his

fingers

through his dark curls.

“Matt, you are the most

beautiful man I have ever met.
I don’t know how anyone
could ever dream of hurting

you,” Lucas told him. Matt
rolled over onto his side so
that he was facing away from
Lucas.

“Please don’t,” Matt said

in a whisper. He closed his
eyes and felt the chill run up
his spine from memories of his
former life.

“I’

M

SORRY

. I shouldn’t have

said that.” Lucas slid beneath
the comforter and moved so he
was pressed against Matt’s
back. He could feel how tense
Matt still was, yet also the

warmth of the young man’s
flesh through Lucas’s jeans
and against his chest. He
reached out and ran his hand
against Matt’s arm, trying to
soothe him as he inhaled
Matt’s

soft,

musky

scent.

Lucas could tell after a few
minutes of gentle caresses
that Matt had relax ed; in fact,
he had relax ed so much that
Lucas could hear the soft
breathing telling him Matt had
fallen asleep in his arms. He
smiled to himself as he leaned
in and placed a soft kiss on
Matt’s shoulder before settling

into the pillows so he could
get some sleep

It was several hours before

Lucas fell asleep, watching the
young man at his side. He still
couldn’t get it through his
head how anyone could want
to hurt someone like Matt. He
knew that he wanted to help
the younger man face his
demons, to help him love
again. He would do anything
in his power to make Matt
smile once more. Make him
see that he’d been mistreated
and that not everyone was like
Aran.

Lucas

woke

late

the

following

morning.

He

instantly looked for the young
man he knew he had fallen
asleep with, but Matt was
nowhere

to

be

seen.

His

clothes were missing from the
chair where he had placed
them the night before. Lucas
got up and padded into the
sitting room. He stopped in the
doorway when he saw Matt
sitting on the bearskin rug, his
brown curls tousled from sleep.
He was barefoot and sipping
coffee from a mug as he
leaned over the small coffee

table,

looking

at

an

assortment of photographs.

Lucas took a deep breath

while he watched the way Matt
fingered the prints. Matt was
in a world of his own when he
was with his photographs. He
looked so relax ed and at ease
with himself as he set his
coffee down on the table
before picking up one of the
prints to take a closer look at
it.

Matt flicked his tongue

out and wet his lower lip as he
set the picture down on the
table once more. Reaching

down, he pulled the black T-
shirt over his head and tossed
it onto the floor. He ran one
hand down his chest and
caressed his stomach before
moving on to unfasten his
jeans.

Lucas

watched,

mesmerized by Matt as he
stripped slowly before Lucas’s
very eyes, oblivious to the fact
that he was being watched. He
could feel his cock stir to life
in his jeans as Matt lay down
and lifted his hips a little so
he could pull the jeans from
his body. Lucas bit his bottom

lip when he saw Matt’s cock
bob freely as he leaned into
the soft bearskin. He knew
that he shouldn’t be intruding
on Matt at this moment, yet
he was unable to move away
from the sight. Matt reached
up onto the table and picked
up the print before running his
hand down to caress his cock
where it swelled against his
stomach, wrapping his long
fingers around his length.

Lucas

closed

his

eyes

briefly,

listening

to

the

contented mewls of pleasure
that escaped from Matt’s lips

as

he

stroked

his

cock

languidly. When he opened his
eyes minutes later, he could
barely

resist

stroking

the

erection growing in his jeans
at the dreamy look on Matt’s
face as he fisted his cock.
With

harsh

breaths,

Matt

thrust his hips upward, driving
his cock through his fist. He
panted as he closed his eyes
and dropped the photo onto
the floor. Reaching down, he
cradled his testicles in his
palm

and

squeezed

them

gently before moving down to
caress his anus softly.

Lucas

couldn’t

believe

what he was witnessing. Matt
looked

so

wanton

and

decadent as he lay sprawled on
the rug, getting himself off. He
could

now

see

from

his

vantage point in the doorway
that Matt had been looking at
one

of

the

photos

from

yesterday’s shoot. He held his
breath as he watched Matt
spread his legs and place his
feet firmly upon the rug. He
was sucking on one of his
fingers and then moving his
hand down to circle his anus
once more. Lucas watched in

amazement as Matt penetrated
himself effortlessly; he was so
relax ed, it was obvious. Lucas
couldn’t help but reach down
and unzip his own jeans and
cup his raging erection in his
palm. He watched as Matt’s
breathing became labored as
his finger worked his anus
before

being

joined

by

a

second finger. Lucas knew
that this was the most erotic
sight he had ever witnessed in
his life as the shy young man
pleasured himself on the floor.
He heard the change in Matt’s
breathing, and he knew that

there was no stopping now;
Matt had passed the point of
no return. His young cock was
hard

and

dripping

as

he

worked it relentlessly while he
fingered his anus, occasionally
hitting

his

prostate

and

making himself cry out.

Lucas stroked his cock in

time with Matt’s hand. He
couldn’t take his eyes off the
young man, and he heard the
strangled cry of his own name
as it escaped from Matt’s lips
when he came, covering his
hand with his release. Lucas
breathed deeply when he saw

that

the

young

man’s

chocolate eyes were fix ed on
him as he continued to stroke
himself in the doorway.

“Lucas, I… I… I’m sorry,”

Matt said when he realized
that Lucas had been watching
him the whole time.

“There’s no need to be

sorry.” Lucas let his cock free
when he saw the look of fear
in the young man’s eyes. “It’s
natural for you to be aroused
and to find relief.” Lucas tried
to stuff his cock back into his
jeans, struggling since he was
harder now than before Matt

had discovered him.

“Don’t

stop

on

my

account,” Matt said, getting to
his feet and walking toward
Lucas. His cock was now
flaccid, but he had a look of
determination on his face as
he stopped beside Lucas in the
doorway. “Will you let me…,”
Matt asked, but the question
remained

unfinished

when

Lucas

pressed

his

finger

against Matt’s lips and nodded.

Matt’s

warm

fingers

brushed against Lucas’s pubic
hair before they curled around
his rigid flesh and pulled it

free from his jeans. Lucas’s
breathing was labored and his
heart was racing, and he felt
tears prickle in the corners of
his eyes. Matt knelt on the
floor with one hand resting
against Lucas’s buttocks as he
held Lucas’s cock against his
lips.

His

chocolate-colored

eyes lowered as he swallowed
the head of Lucas’s cock.
Lucas groaned when Matt’s
beautiful lips stretched around
his cock and took it into the
warmth of his mouth. Lucas
could feel his legs weaken
under

Matt’s

skilled

ministrations.

His

heart

hammering in his chest, he
reached down and stroked his
fingers through Matt’s dark
curls,

letting

him

know

through his petting and his
moans

that

he

was

appreciating what Matt was
doing

to

him.

He

leaned

against

the

doorjamb

for

support as the young man
brought

him

skillfully

to

release with his mouth. Lucas
let

Matt’s

name

slip

breathlessly through his lips
as he spilled deep into Matt’s
throat. He closed his eyes as

Matt sucked harder, milking
him dry. When he opened his
eyes, he looked down and
smiled as the tears spilled
over. Matt’s dark nest of curls
rested against his thigh as
Matt caressed his leg.

“Thank

you,”

Lucas

whispered when Matt looked
up after feeling the tear drop
onto his leg.

“Don’t cry, please. I can

do better,” Matt said.

“Matt, you were perfect. I

couldn’t ask for better. Come
here and let me kiss you.”
Lucas reached out for Matt’s

hand.

M

ATT

reached up tentatively

to grasp Lucas’s hand and
allowed him to pull him to his
feet. Lucas pressed him gently
into the doorjamb and ran a
hand

lovingly

against

his

cheek before leaning in and
kissing

him

softly.

Matt

moaned when he felt Lucas’s
flaccid cock brush against his
own. He opened his lips and
allowed Lucas entrance as he
rubbed

his

hand

lovingly

against Lucas’s thigh, moving

it slowly up to brush against
his hip.

Matt sighed and relax ed

into the kiss, beginning to
know what it felt like to be
loved once more. His legs
weakened as Lucas caressed
his buttocks, and he let out
little mewls of pleasure. When
Lucas picked him up, he
wrapped

his

legs

around

Lucas’s waist and allowed him
to carry him back toward the
bed. Lucas set him down softly
and crawled over him on the
bed, raining soft kisses over
his face and throat, taking his

time to map out each and
every contour of Matt’s body.
As he moved further down and
began to nuzzle the soft flesh
of Matt’s stomach, Matt began
to

panic.

His

breathing

became

labored,

and

he

struggled beneath Lucas.

“Don’t. Please don’t. I

can’t do this.” Matt sobbed as
he pushed Lucas away and
curled up on himself, pulling
the azure sheet around his
naked body. He trembled all
over

and

regarded

Lucas

closely to be sure that he
wasn’t going to come any

closer.

“Shhh,

it’s

okay,

I

understand. We don’t have to
do anything that you don’t
want to,” Lucas told him. “We
can take this as slowly as you
want. I won’t ever force you to
do something that you don’t
want to. Can I hold you?”

Matt just nodded. Lucas

sat up and zipped up his jeans
before he moved over to sit
beside Matt. He reached out
gently and pulled Matt into his
arms, allowing him to settle
between his legs with his head
resting

against

his

chest.

Lucas placed a chaste kiss
upon Matt’s forehead, and
Matt began to settle down now
that he was sure Lucas wasn’t
going

to

force

him

any

further.

L

UCAS

listened to Matt’s soft

breathing, relieved that he was
calm and in his arms. It had
been an hour since Matt had
panicked and curled up on
himself, and now he was so
still that Lucas knew he was
sleeping once more. He leaned
down and kissed the top of his

head, earning a soft whimper
as Matt shifted slightly in his
arms. Lucas ran his fingers
through Matt’s soft brown
curls and heard him yawn as
he reached up and rubbed
tiredly at his eyes.

“Are

you

feeling

any

better?” Lucas asked. Matt
looked up at him and sat up
straighter in Lucas’s arms.

“Yeah, a little, thanks.

I’m really sorry, you know,
Lucas.” Matt lowered his eyes
at the soft touch of Lucas’s
hand on his cheek.

“Shhh, it’s all right. I

know this is hard for you. But
believe me when I say that I’ll
never force you to do anything
that you don’t want to or
aren’t ready to do.”

“Would you like some

breakfast?” Matt moved out of
Lucas’s arms, taking the sheet
with him and wrapping it more
securely around his body.

“That would be nice. I’ll

leave so you can get dressed,”
Lucas told him, climbing from
the bed and padding barefoot
into the sitting room.

Lucas paced the room,

looking at the varying art

pieces that filled the young
man’s home. It was clear from
the décor that they had all
been specifically chosen with
a lot of thought.

Lucas stopped in front of

a glass cabinet with no door,
which

was

filled

with

sculptures of angels in varying
poses. Some of them seemed to
hold pride of place among the
others, being larger than the
rest. They were kneeling with
their wings wrapped around
their bodies, covering their
faces as they looked downward
as if praying. Lucas smiled

sadly as he looked at the
pieces; he knew these were
Matt, or how he saw himself.
Using their wings to protect
themselves.

He reached out to gently

touch the figure of one that
caught his eye. The angel lay
sprawled on its side, one wing
curled over its body as if
trying to shield its nakedness.
The other wing lay broken
beside it. He wondered why
Matt had never bothered to fix
it, as he saw the stump where
the wing would have attached
to the body.

“Please

don’t

touch

them,” Matt said quietly. He
grabbed hold of Lucas’s arm as
he reached into the cabinet.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean

to disturb you.” Lucas felt the
intensity of Matt’s hold, yet at
the same time he could see the
fear in Matt’s brown eyes. Fear
that Lucas would strike him
for touching him in such a
manner.

“They’re

very

beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Matt said as

he let Lucas free. He looked
down briefly before wrapping
his

arms

tightly

around

himself.

“Where

did

you

get

them?” Lucas followed Matt
when he moved over to sit in
the

large

armchair.

Matt

curled his feet up beneath him
and seemed to shrink into the
soft leather.

“Some were gifts; others I

bought.” Matt looked up when
Lucas sat on the matching
leather sofa, not wanting to
intrude on the younger man’s
space. “One for every time he
hurt me,” Matt said. Lucas
tensed,

since

there

were

around fifty different small

angels in the cabinet.

“Jesus, Matt, why didn’t

you leave him?” Lucas asked.
He started to get up when he
saw the tremors start in Matt’s
body again.

“Because I was afraid,”

Matt said. “Lucas, please just
sit down. You see the large
angels in the cabinet?”

“Yes,

those

are

more

beautiful than all of the others
put together.” Lucas sat down
again, but he was ready to go
to Matt when he would allow
it.

“Those I received each

time I was hospitalized by
him.” Matt looked up, tears
shimmering in his chocolate
orbs. “He would take me out
and let me choose another
when I was well enough to
leave the hospital. There are
ten

large

angels

in

that

cabinet that are intact, and
the one he bought me on the
night he died. The night he
broke me was the night he
broke my angel’s wing,” Matt
said, tears falling down his
cheeks. “He threw it at me,
said I was ungrateful for all
that he had done for me. He

broke my angel’s wings, yet
the angel still managed to fly.
Lucas, he saved me that night.
He gave up his right to
immortality and his place in
heaven to help me. Which is
why he remains broken. A
reminder that he was my
guardian.” Matt reached up
and brushed the tears away
from his cheeks. “He was so
beautiful, and he gave up
everything to catch me when I
fell.”

“I’m so sorry, Matt. I

didn’t know.”

“No one does. Besides,

who would believe me anyway?
If I told anyone, they would
have

me

institutionalized,”

Matt said bitterly.

“I believe you. Do you still

collect them now?” Lucas
asked when he saw that Matt
had calmed somewhat. He sat
with his arms wrapped around
his legs, echoing the pose of
one of the angels.

“Yes. I collect the fallen

angels, which is why they
have their wings covering
them. They are afraid that no
one will want them because
they are scarred or damaged. I

collect them because I am one
of them.” Matt’s tears fell
more freely now as he laid his
soul bare for Lucas to see. He
rested his head on his knees
and let the tears fall as Lucas
stood and moved over to him.

“Matt,

you

are

still

beautiful. You always will be.
How could anyone not want
you?” Lucas reached out softly
and delicately ran his fingers
through Matt’s dark curls.

“Fallen angels are always

discarded. They were cast out
of heaven and were shunned.
Only

other

fallen

souls

appreciate them. I give them a
home when no one else will,”
Matt

said

quietly.

Lucas’s

fingers caressed his cheek,
moving down to his throat
before he lifted his head
upward.

“You may have fallen, but

I will teach you to fly again,”
Lucas said softly. He leaned
down and captured Matt’s lips
in his own, brushing against
them softly. Slowly he brushed
his hands backward on Matt’s
cheeks so he could cradle the
delicate face in his strong
hands. Matt closed his eyes

and opened his mouth slightly
to let Lucas’s tongue caress
his lips. He whimpered when
Lucas’s tongue passed his lips
and slowly stroked his tongue.

L

UCAS

sat on the countertop

watching Matt as he moved
around

his

kitchen

effortlessly,

preparing

their

breakfast. The young man was
so at home that if Lucas
hadn’t known about his past,
there were no signs that he
had been abused. Lucas smiled
as Matt pushed the overly

large sweater up his arms,
since the cuffs covered his
hands and were hindering his
progress.

“Are we going to continue

with the photo shoot later?”
Lucas asked as he ran a hand
through his hair.

“I think I have enough

shots for the magazine shoot.
But if you want to shoot
something else, I can try
something different with you,”
Matt said, looking up from
chopping mushrooms for their
omelets.

“That

would

be

nice.

Would you allow me to take
your picture?” Lucas said,
watching for his reaction.

“Lucas, please understand

that although you want to
take pictures of me so you’ll
have me with you when I’m
not around, I cannot allow you
to photograph me nude; I’m
not comfortable like that.”

“That’s fine; I understand

how

it

might

make

you

uncomfortable.”

Lucas

watched Matt silently for the
nex t ten minutes as he made
their omelets and set the
table. Matt blushed when he

looked up and saw Lucas
staring at him intently. He
looked down again as he
arranged the cutlery.

As

Lucas

sat

there

watching Matt, he ran his
hands through his hair again.
He was irritated by his new
short hair. “I want to do
something different with my
hair.

Do

you

have

any

suggestions?”

“It’s your hair, Lucas. It’s

up to you, really. You’re the
one who has to live with it.”

“What types of hair do

you like on a guy? What really

turns you on?” Lucas climbed
down from the counter and
walked over to the table where
Matt was just sitting down.

“Please

don’t

ask

me

questions like that.”

“Why not? I’m sure you

have a preference. Do you
want me to shave it off, have
it really short?”

“No. Don’t cut it off;

shaved hair reminds me of him
too much. I like long hair. Are
you happy now?”

“How long do you like it?

Come on, show me,” Lucas
said, beckoning him closer

with a smile on his face.

“I like it shoulder-length.

I like to run my hands through
it,” Matt told him as Lucas
pulled him down so he was
sitting on Lucas’s lap. Matt
squirmed a little at first at the
touch of Lucas’s strong hand
on the back of his neck, and
he tensed up, relax ing again
when Lucas began to run
fingers through his silky curls.

“Do you have a color

preference?” Lucas leaned in
and softly kissed the side of
Matt’s throat.

“Uhhh, Luc, please don’t.”

Matt

whimpered.

Lucas

glanced down and saw that
he’d hardened under Lucas’s
soft caresses.

“What did you call me?”

Lucas asked, smiling. He had
heard perfectly well what Matt
had said; he just wanted to
hear his name shortened by
the beautiful young man in his
arms once more.

“I called you Luc. That’s

all right, isn’t it?” Matt said
questioningly.

“That’s perfectly fine with

me, angel.” Lucas reached up
and turned Matt’s face to meet

his in a soft kiss. When the
kiss

ended,

Matt

looked

slightly flushed. A blush had
settled

on

his

high

cheekbones, and he had tears
in his eyes. “Shhh, it’s okay.”

“Lucas, I’m sorry. I’m just

so happy right now,” Matt said
quietly as he climbed from
Lucas’s lap and walked over to
sit down. “We should eat; it’s
getting cold.”

“I’m glad I can make you

happy again, angel.” Lucas
smiled as he watched Matt
start to eat. “So, do you have a
favorite hair color?” Lucas

asked as he took a forkful of
the omelet.

“I like sandy blond. I like

the red tones of the sand.”
Matt blushed when he looked
up and saw Lucas smiling as
he ate.

“This is amazing, Matt.

Where did you learn to cook?”

“It’s only an omelet. I can

cook other things as well, you
know. But my mom taught
me,” Matt said.

“I look forward to seeing

what else you can cook.”

L

UCAS

pulled on a knitted hat,

hiding his new hair beneath
the fabric; he wanted to
surprise Matt when he arrived
to continue the photo shoot.
He hoped Matt liked what he’d
had done. He hadn’t had the
young man’s opinion while the
hairdressers did their work, for
Matt had had another client to
attend to prior to the reshoot.

On his way back to Matt’s

studio, Lucas looked in the
store windows as he passed by.
He stopped in his tracks about
twenty minutes from Matt’s
studio when, in the window,

he saw a display case showing
the angels that Matt collected.
This must be where he bought
them, as Lucas had never seen
them anywhere else. Unable to
resist, Lucas went inside to
take a closer look at the
figures.

The store was a very small

place, and it was warm and
cozy inside. Lucas could easily
imagine Matt coming here to
find

solitude

among

the

angels. He walked over to the
cabinet housing the collection
that resembled Matt’s own and
stopped to look inside. He

could feel his heart clench as
he saw the underlying pain of
the fallen angels’ poses and
knew that Matt also felt it and
was

still

feeling

it,

even

though it had been many years
since the pain had been fresh
in Matt’s life.

“Hello, can I help you

with anything?” an elderly
woman asked Lucas, appearing
beside him.

“I hope so,” Lucas said,

smiling, as he could see how
this woman would have offered
Matt comfort when he came in
to shop.

“Are

you

looking

for

something in particular?” the
woman asked, smiling back at
Lucas with an appreciative
glance.

“I’m

not

really

sure,”

Lucas said, contemplating his
nex t move carefully. “There’s
a young man who comes in
here to buy these angels; do
you know him?”

“Would that be the dear

young man with the chocolate
eyes and soft curls?” she
asked sweetly.

“Yeah, that’s him. Matt is

his name,” Lucas said, relieved

that the woman remembered
him.

“Yes, such a sweet young

man. He’s been coming here to
buy these angels for years
now.”

“Do you have any that he

hasn’t bought yet?” Lucas
asked hopefully. He wanted to
get Matt a gift that would
mean something to him.

“There are a few. The

newest one that we have here
is the limited piece for the
year; we only have two of
them, and one is already
spoken for. The only one we

have left is in the cabinet, but
I think it will sell quickly. Lots
of people have shown an
interest already, and I’ve not
seen young Matt for a few
weeks now.”

“Please, can I see it?”

Lucas asked, waiting patiently
by the counter for her to bring
the angel over for him. “How
many of these were there
produced?” he asked as she set
the angel down beside him on
the countertop.

“This one is one of their

rarer pieces, which is why we
only got two of them. It was

limited

to

one

hundred

pieces.”

Lucas

felt

his

heart

contract as he looked upon the
figurine. He knew that he had
to buy it. The pale pastel
coloring seemed just perfect
for the piece. He reached out
and brushed his fingers lightly
over the angel with one broken
wing cradled delicately against
another, whose wings were
intact but folded against its
back.

Lucas looked up through

tear-filled eyes, smiling at the
elderly woman as the tears

finally spilled.

“Can you wrap it for me,

please?” Lucas brushed the
tears away before reaching
into his coat for his wallet.

“Don’t you want to know

how much it is?” she asked,
wrapping the angel carefully
before placing it into its box .

“It doesn’t matter, I have

to buy it,” Lucas said. He
smiled when he saw the name
of the piece on the side of the
box : “To Fly Again.”

“You’re going to make

someone

very

happy

with

this,” the woman said as she

removed the price tag from the
box .

M

ATT

finished setting up his

tripod and camera before he
set to work tidying the studio
to get it ready for Lucas’s
arrival. He’d only just begun
when he heard the soft knock
on the door and then the
creak as it was opened. He
looked up and saw Lucas
standing

in

the

doorway,

wearing a thick coat and a
woolen hat.

“Sorry I’m early,” Lucas

said as he crossed the distance
and set his bag down on the
table beside the bed.

“It’s not a problem.” Matt

shyly continued to remove the
sheets from the bed, ready to
put some clean ones on. As he
pulled the sheets free, he
heard

a

soft

thud,

and

something dropped from the
bed onto the floor. “Lucas,
please don’t,” Matt said when
Lucas bent down to retrieve
what had fallen. His plea came
too late as Lucas stood once
more, holding a leather ball
gag in his hand. “P-please, I c-

can ex plain,” Matt stuttered
when the older man raised an
eyebrow.

“There’s

no

need

to

ex plain. I’ve seen your work. I
know that you take pictures
for fetish magazines also. In
fact, some of my favorite
pieces of yours are from those
magazines,”

Lucas

said,

placing the gag on the bedside
table.

“Thank

you.”

Matt

gathered

the

sheets,

took

them over to the hamper, and
stuffed them inside.

“Does it turn you on when

you do those shoots?” Lucas
asked as he slipped off his coat
and hung it over a chair.

“Yes,” Matt whispered in

reply, so quietly that Lucas
strained to hear him.

“Would you photograph

me like that, Matt?” Lucas
fingered the hem of his T-
shirt, sounding uncharacter-
istically nervous.

“There are usually two or

more people here when I shoot
this sort of thing. To prepare
the one being photographed.”

“Matt, would you prepare

me, photograph yourself with

me, for me alone? Please?”
Lucas reached up and pulled
the woolen hat from his head,
allowing the shoulder-length
sandy hair to fall free.

“I’m not sure I could.”

Matt gasped when he saw
Lucas’s hair ex tensions. He
moved

around

the

bed,

reached out tenderly, and ran
his fingers through Lucas’s
hair.

“Do you approve?” Lucas

asked, though Matt knew he
could see the life brought back
to his eyes as he ran his
fingers through the hair.

“Yes,” was all Matt could

manage to reply. He reached
up, cradled Lucas’s head in his
hands, and pulled Lucas’s face
down gently to kiss him. The
kiss was soft yet urgent. Matt
was in control, and Lucas
didn’t try to change that.
When the kiss ended, Matt
blushed to see that Lucas’s
eyes were closed and he was
breathing heavily. “I’m sorry, I
didn’t mean to molest you.”

“Don’t ever apologize for

being you. I’m glad that you
approve of my new look. Will
you do the shoot with me?”

“I will, as you have done

so much for me already, but I
have one condition.”

“All right, what is the

condition?”

Lucas

asked,

setting Matt free.

“That there will be no

penetration unless I initiate
it.”

Matt

hugged

himself

tightly,

afraid

that

Lucas

wouldn’t accept his terms.

“That’s fine. I never want

you to do anything you don’t
want to.”

“Thank you.”
Matt watched Lucas shyly

as he set up his camera and

made sure that he had the
timer

switch

working

correctly. He could see Lucas
stripping slowly as he worked.

L

UCAS

sat down on the freshly

made bed and waited patiently
for Matt to join him. His heart
was hammering in his chest
while he watched Matt slipping
his clothes off before going
over and locking the studio
door.

Lucas

was

a

little

nervous, since he had never
done this sort of thing before;
although he knew the basics,

he had never found a partner
he

trusted

enough

to

go

through with it all, until he
met Matt. Lucas held his
breath as Matt crossed over to
his table and gathered up an
assortment of leather items.
He could almost taste his pulse
as it throbbed frantically in
his throat.

Matt was blushing slightly

when

he

turned

around

clutching the assortment of
leather straps and harnesses,
among other things. Lucas let
out his breath as Matt set the
items down before going back

to the camera and retrieving
the timer switch.

“Lucas, you do trust me,

don’t you?” Matt asked as he
sat

down

beside

Lucas,

reaching up and running his
hand through Lucas’s sandy
hair.

“Yes, it’s just that I’ve

never done this sort of thing
before,” Lucas said, leaning
into the caress of Matt’s
fingers, finding comfort in the
touch.

“Don’t be scared. I’ll ease

you into it gently. I won’t hurt
you, unless you want me to,”

Matt whispered as he leaned in
and

ran

his

tongue

over

Lucas’s

ear

before

gently

biting

the

tip.

Lucas

whimpered when Matt reached
down and moved his hand over
Lucas’s erection.

“Matt, please, you’re going

to make me come before we
get started.” Lucas moaned at
the caress on his cock.

“I won’t. You won’t come

until I let you, Lucas,” Matt
purred as he pressed the
camera switch and took the
first of many pictures. “Are
you ready to let me prepare

you?” Matt stroked Lucas’s
cock lightly, and it twitched
against his fingers.

Lucas nodded. He was

unable

to

talk

with

the

anticipation of what was going
to happen. His eyes were
glazed with desire as Matt
reached

up

and

tenderly

caressed

his

cheek.

Matt

placed a soft kiss to Lucas’s
lips, then walked around to
the other side of the bed to
retrieve the ball gag which
rested on the bedside cabinet.
Lucas looked up with half-
lidded eyes at Matt dangling

the gag from one hand and the
leather straps in the other.

“That’s a good boy,” Matt

said as Lucas lowered his head,
allowing his sandy hair to fall
over his face. Matt set the
leather straps down on the bed
and then brought his hand up
to caress Lucas’s cheek again.
He brushed one hand across
the chiseled cheekbones.

Lucas purred deep in his

throat and leaned into the
caress. Knowing his place, he
opened his mouth instinctively
and closed his eyes as the
round ball pressed in between

his lips.

“That’s a good boy. You

know ex actly what is required
of you, don’t you? So obedient
when

it

comes

to

these

games.” Matt fastened the
buckle at the back of Lucas’s
throat, fix ing the gag firmly in
place. Lucas saw Matt harden
instantly as he watched the
way Lucas’s lips stretched
around the soft rubber ball.

Lucas breathed deeply, his

body responding to the touch
of his new lover and the
uncertainty of what was to
happen nex t. He could hear

the soft click of the camera
shutter as Matt continued to
take photographs while he
prepared him. Lucas lowered
his head as Matt kissed the
side of his throat before the
young man’s hands caressed
him with agonizing slowness,
drawing him into semi-arousal.
Lucas whimpered around the
gag

when

Matt

took

his

testicles in hand and squeezed
them gently before he slipped
them through the leather cock
ring, pressing Lucas’s cock
down and through the ring,
then

fastening

the

ring

securely. Lucas’s eyes widened
with desire, and his cock
swelled to complete hardness.

“You’re so beautiful like

this, Luc. So wanton and
willing to do whatever I wish.”
Matt brushed away Lucas’s
hair, ex posing his throat and
one

ear.

“Do

you

want

something in you, something
that will drive you crazy while
you have your photo taken?”
Matt asked as he ran his
tongue around Lucas’s ear,
sucking tenderly on the tip
while his hand snaked down
and caressed Lucas’s cock,

bringing him to life as he
teased him. “Kneel up on all
fours for me. I want to touch
you.”

Lucas moved onto his

hands and knees. He knew
that Matt was in control here,
and he would do anything that
the young man asked of him
right now. He was so aroused
he would do anything. He truly
loved Matt, even though they
had only known one another a
few days. Lucas closed his eyes
and trembled as Matt ran a
finger along the cleft of his
buttocks, rubbing it against

his entrance, teasing him open
until

he

spread

his

legs

obediently.

“No, I don’t think we need

to fill your pretty little hole
with anything just yet. You’ll
get

enough

pleasure

from

knowing that you’re having
your photo taken and that I’m
at your side, won’t you?” Matt
asked. Lucas’s nostrils flared
as he breathed around the gag
and tried to calm his body. He
was already painfully erect and
ready to do anything that Matt
asked of him, yet he knew he
wouldn’t find release soon.

“Now let me finish preparing
you, because I don’t like you
to touch yourself until I allow
it. Sit up again, Lucas.” Matt
picked up the leather straps
and began by binding Lucas’s
arms

behind

his

back,

wrapping the leather across
his torso and making certain
that his cock was pressed
against his stomach as he
passed the leather over his
body. Lucas whimpered around
the gag as Matt slipped the
leather beneath his testicles
and then around his waist so
the supple leather caressed

him as it lifted him, ex posing
him to all who would see him.

“Damn, Luc, you’re so

beautiful like this,” Matt told
Lucas as he sat beside him.
Lucas lowered his head when
Matt stroked his sandy locks.
“Lie down. I want to worship
you.” Matt eased Lucas down
onto his back, trapping his
arms beneath him. With them
behind his body, his hips were
raised and his trapped cock
shown off as it wept in
anticipation of what Matt was
going to do nex t. Matt leaned
down and caressed Lucas’s

cock, brushing his fingertips
lightly over the soft flesh,
running his finger along the
vein on the underside and up
toward the mushroomed head.
Lucas squirmed at the pleasure
of Matt’s touch, his eyes
darkening to a stormy grey as
he felt his arousal increasing.

Matt was in charge here,

and right now that was the
most arousing thing Lucas had
ever seen, especially with the
added presence of the camera,
taking shots of everything
that was happening. Lucas
closed his eyes while Matt

brushed a finger softly against
the puckered ring of his anus.
Lucas’s breathing increased
around the gag, proof that he
was enjoying the anticipation
of Matt’s nex t move. Matt
reached into the small drawer
beside the bed, pulled out a
tube of lube, and squirted
some onto his fingers. Lucas
muffled a whimper when Matt
slipped

a

finger

into

his

entrance and began to move it
within

his

tight

passage.

Lucas’s body clamped down,
and he tried to keep from
moving.

“Shhh, it’s all right. I

won’t hurt you. Just relax ,
Luc,” Matt whispered as he
stilled his movements, giving
Lucas time to adjust to the
invading digit. “Have you ever
done this before?” Matt asked,
watching Lucas closely for the
answer

in

his

movements

since he still wore the gag.
Lucas shook his head and
closed his eyes. A tear ran
down his cheek when he saw
the crestfallen look pass over
Matt’s face. “Jesus, Lucas, I’m
sorry. I didn’t mean to go so
far,” Matt said, removing his

finger and reaching up to
release the ball gag.

“Matt, I’m sorry, I should

have told you. I’ve never
bottomed in my life,” Lucas
said quietly, closing his eyes
as Matt began to unfasten the
leather straps, freeing Lucas’s
body from its bondage.

“I’m truly sorry, Lucas. I

just assumed that you would
have done this sort of thing
before,” Matt said, rubbing
Lucas’s arms gently to get the
blood flowing again.

Lucas sat quietly on the

bed, watching Matt pack up all

the props from the shoot. He
lowered his eyes at the shame
creeping up once more, and he
wrapped the sheet around his
body. He couldn’t help but feel
embarrassed

by

what

had

happened. He had only wanted
to please Matt and have Matt
inside him, yet his own fears
had

prevented

that

from

happening.

Matt had shown a side of

himself that Lucas had longed
to see since he had first met
him and found out about his
terrible past, and now because
Lucas couldn’t bottom for

him, he had lost the chance to
feel Matt inside him. He hoped
that he would get the chance
to try again with Matt, but he
knew his fears would mean it
would take him time to work
up to the actual event once
more.

M

ATT

looked across the room

at the bed and felt his heart
constrict at the dejected form
of his lover, who sat with his
head resting on his raised
knees. The sheet from the bed
wrapped around Matt’s waist,

Lucas just sat there watching
him.

Matt knew how much

Lucas had wanted this to work
from the mumbled apologies as
he had cradled Lucas in his
arms after he’d freed him. He
knew the frustration Lucas
felt, as it was akin to the fear
that he too suffered from, yet
his was from a life of abuse
whereas Lucas’s was just of
the unknown. He knew that
Lucas would probably get past
his fear a long time before he
would his own.

Lucas had pushed him

away gently when he’d tried to
help

relieve

him

of

his

erection, after he had removed
all the leather straps and the
cock ring. But Matt knew that
was

just

Lucas’s

way

of

coping. As he hadn’t been able
to allow Matt the pleasure of
entering his body, then he
shouldn’t be allowed to gain
any pleasure either.

Matt had just gotten up

and pulled on his low-cut jeans
and started to pack everything
away,

leaving

Lucas

to

himself, for he knew that the
older man would talk when he

was ready. As he packed the
last bits of the camera away,
he looked up and saw Lucas
watching him closely, a small
smile on his lips.

L

UCAS

looked across at Matt

and

smiled,

making

his

decision to give the young
man his gift now. He knew
that the time was right, for he
longed to see him smile again.
Lucas uncurled himself from
his protective posture and
reached over to the side table
for the bag. He sat up and held

the bag in his lap while Matt
put the last of his camera
equipment away.

“Matt? Would you come

here, please?” Lucas asked.
The young man set his camera
bag down on the tabletop and
made his way back over to the
bed.

“What is it?” Matt asked

as he crawled onto the bed and
sat up on his knees beside
Lucas, who could see his own
uncertainty mirrored in Matt’s
eyes.

“Hey,

don’t

look

so

worried. It’s going to be all

right; we’ll work through this
together, I promise. I just need
a little time, is all. Believe me,
Matt, there is nothing I want
more than for you to be able to
make love to me and for me to
be able to be with you in the
same way. I know that we just
need time.”

“Thanks. I want to be able

to go back to how I was before
I met him. I want nothing
more than to be able to please
you, and for you to be able to
please me the way we should.”

Lucas brushed the stray

curls off Matt’s forehead. “I

have something I want to give
you,” Lucas told him, looking
down at the bag he held.

“You know you don’t have

to buy me gifts, Lucas.”

“I know, but I saw it and

had to get it for you. Please,
go ahead and open it,” Lucas
said as he handed over the
bag.

Lucas watched as Matt

reached out and took the bag
in

his

hands.

They

were

trembling

slightly

as

he

opened the bag and reached
inside to retrieve the wrapped
package.

Matt

looked

up

questioningly,

holding

the

blue-wrapped parcel with gold
ribbon on the top.

Lucas just smiled and

motioned for him to continue
and open it. Matt gently
tugged on the gold ribbon and
pulled it free of the parcel. He
set it down on the bed and
began to push the blue foil
paper apart to reveal the
contents. Matt bit his bottom
lip, which quivered when he
saw the familiar packaging of
his angels. He looked up at
Lucas while he fingered the
embossed white clouds with

their pastel pink and gold
edging.

Lucas

smiled

and

stroked Matt’s cheek while
Matt lowered his head once
more

to

glance

at

the

packaging. Below the piece’s
name, “To Fly Again,” was an
embossed set of angel wings in
silver, the symbol of a limited
edition.

“Lucas, how did you know

where to find these?” Matt
asked,

reading

the

piece

number of the figure’s run on
the embossed wings.

“I guess they just called

out to me. I happened to walk

past the store on my way here.
I had to go inside.”

Matt opened the box and

slowly

pulled

out

the

polystyrene, lifting the figure
carefully out of the packaging.
Lucas watched tears spill down
his cheeks when he saw the
pair of angels. The angel with
a broken wing looked so
young, cradled delicately in
the arms of the stronger- and
wiser-looking

angel

whose

wings were folded against its
back.

Matt put the figure back

in the box carefully and

looked up at Lucas through
tear-filled eyes. Lucas set the
box aside and pulled Matt into
his arms.

“Lucas, please don’t ever

leave me,” Matt sobbed as he
pressed his head into the
crook of Lucas’s neck.

“Shhh, it’s all right, I’m

here. I won’t ever leave you
alone, angel. I’ll be here for
you always, and I will teach
you to fly again.”

Once Lucas had dried

Matt’s tears, he dressed and
waited for Matt to gather his
things so that they could

return to Matt’s apartment. It
had already been a long and
emotional day for them both,
one that had revealed many
truths.

After arriving back at the

apartment,

Lucas

watched

Matt rearrange the angels in
the glass cabinet, setting the
figure he had given him in
pride of place in the center of
the top shelf, alongside his
broken angel. He could tell
that the gift had cheered Matt
up considerably and that he
was

finally

beginning

to

accept the fact that he was

loved. Lucas stifled a yawn
that crept up on him. He could
feel the heat rise to his
cheeks, embarrassed by his
sudden tiredness.

“You should get some

rest,” Matt said.

“You’re probably right. I’m

sorry about today, Matt. I
really wanted to be with you.”

“Don’t worry about it; we

have all the time in the world.
Go on, go and get some sleep.”

“Are you going to join

me?” Lucas asked, watching
Matt closely for any sign that
he was unhappy with the way

things were progressing.

“Not just yet. I want to

develop some photos, but don’t
worry. I’ll still be here when
you wake up.”

“All right, angel. Have

fun, and I’ll see you when I
wake up.” Lucas leaned in and
kissed Matt softly before he
turned toward the bedroom.

“I will. Goodnight, Lucas.”
Lucas curled up on his

side of Matt’s bed and closed
his eyes. He was so tired, but
he knew that Matt would be all
right. He was working, and
that was all that mattered. He

would be able to keep himself
occupied until Lucas woke up.

M

ATT

made his way into the

darkroom and closed the door
behind him. He pulled the roll
of film out of his pocket and
set

about

developing

the

pictures from their earlier
photo session, anx ious to see
how the shoot had gone before
Lucas had panicked.

When he stepped out of

the darkroom, he clutched the
photographs against his chest.
He set them down on the

coffee table and then slipped
silently into the bedroom to
collect some things from his
bedside drawer. As he entered
the room, he smiled to himself
at the almost childlike form of
his older lover. Lucas looked
so peaceful in his sleep. Matt
opened the drawer quietly and
reached inside, collecting a
tube of lube and the vibrator
he kept there. He bit his lip as
he watched Lucas roll over but
not awaken. Releasing the
breath he had been holding, he
shut

the

drawer

before

retreating into the sitting

room.

Matt set his toys down on

the coffee table beside the
photographs

before

slowly

stripping. He thought that
Lucas would likely be asleep
for several hours, so he could
allow himself the time to
indulge

himself

with

the

photographs of their session
that morning.

The cool air of the room

hit his already-enflamed body
when he peeled the T-shirt
from his chest and dropped it
onto the sofa. His nipples
pebbled under the cool air and

the heat of his arousal. The
prospect that Lucas might see
him made him burn more than
he had imagined since Aran.

Once he was naked, Matt

sat down with his back against
the side of the sofa. He spread
his legs and placed his feet
firmly on the floor so he could
get

the

right

amount

of

support when he needed it.
Closing his eyes briefly, he
reached

out

for

the

photographs.

He

arranged

them on the glass surface and
smiled at the images of Lucas
bound and gagged in the

various black-and-white stills.
He could feel his cock harden
more as he idly traced the
curve of Lucas’s cheek on the
photo of his face as the gag
was put in place. Lucas’s eyes
had been full of wonder and
love at that stage in the shoot.
His nostrils had flared as he
adjusted to breathing around
the gag. Matt reached down
and idly caressed his cock,
feeling it twitch against his
fingers and spill the first of his
precum. Taking the tube of
lube, he squirted some onto
his fingers before setting it

down within reach.

Matt reached lower and

gently traced the puckered
ring

of

his

anus

before

pressing his finger more firmly
against his entrance. His eyes
clouded with desire as he
pushed inside, feeling his body
accept

his

digit

without

resistance.

He

let

out

a

shuddering breath while he
worked his finger in and out of
his body with slow, deliberate
strokes until he was ready to
take a second. He breathed
deeply, his eyes on the photos
of Lucas, his cock swelling

further as he worked his
entrance

ready

for

the

vibrator. Pressing a second
finger inside, he slowly thrust
in and out, scissoring them to
stretch his body. His breath
quickened when he brushed
over his prostate lightly; he
didn’t want to ex cite himself
too much, for he wanted to
prolong this pleasure as long
as possible. Matt let out a
whimpering cry as he pressed
a third finger into his body
and felt it brush against his
prostate. He was so aroused,
he knew he could come from

just a few light touches on his
cock. Removing his fingers, he
picked up the blue bullet-
shaped vibrator and coated the
length with enough lube to
make the entry as easy and
painless as possible.

L

UCAS

opened his eyes mistily

and looked around for his
young lover. He saw no sign of
him in the bedroom, but he
could see that the bedroom
door was ajar. Lucas could also
hear labored breathing and
realized that Matt was clearly

relieving his frustrations.

Lucas climbed from the

bed and padded over to the
door; he pushed it open fully
and felt his cock harden at the
sight of Matt with his head
thrown back in pleasure as he
thrust his fingers into his
body. He knew that he should
leave Matt alone to work
through this, but he wanted to
be the one to cause him to cry
out in ecstasy as he found his
release. He knew what he had
to do, and he wasn’t going to
take no for an answer. He
wanted to help Matt. He loved

him, and he wanted to show
him that.

Lucas

undressed

and

walked silently into the room,
dropping down to his knees
beside Matt as the younger
man closed his eyes and
picked up the vibrator from
the table. “Please let me?”
Lucas whispered, reaching out
to take the toy from Matt’s
fingers.

Matt’s head shot up, and

he flinched away from Lucas,
letting the vibrator drop to the
floor. Lucas touched his arm
lightly.

“Hey, it’s me. Don’t be

scared. I don’t want to hurt
you, angel,” Lucas said softly.
He picked up the vibrator and
wiped it carefully with the wet
wipes that lay on the coffee
table, cleaning the toy before
coating it with lube once
more.

M

ATT

closed his eyes, his

heart pounding in his chest.
At a touch of Lucas’s hand, his
eyes opened once more, and he
took in the sincere look on
Lucas’s face. But then looking

down, he saw how hard Lucas
was, and he knew that he
would have to be careful. He
didn’t want to anger the older
man.

He moved toward Lucas,

leaned back against the sofa,
and

spread

his

legs

voluntarily, for he knew that
was what Lucas wanted. He bit
his lower lip when Lucas
smiled at him while he coated
the vibrator with lube.

“Please don’t hurt me,”

Matt

said

softly.

Resting

against the soft cushions of
the sofa, his head lay so he

could watch Lucas’s eyes at all
times.

“I would never hurt you,

angel. I love you.” Lucas
gently ran his hand against
Matt’s cheek. “If you want me
to stop, just say so. I don’t
want

to

force

you

into

anything that you don’t want
to do.”

“Okay.”
Matt was scared, but he

was also aroused and wanted
to at least try to let Lucas
please him. He bit his lip in
anticipation as Lucas moved
the

vibrator

over

to

his

entrance and gently pressed
the tip against the puckered
ring.

Matt tensed slightly when

he felt the blunt head of the
vibrator touch his body. This
was so different with Lucas,
that much he knew in his
heart, yet his head was having
trouble separating that fact
from his past.

He

began

to

breathe

deeply as Lucas turned the
knob, making the vibrator
come to life. The hum of the
toy sent a shockwave of
pleasure through his cock,

causing more precum to leak
from its head. He almost
rocketed off the floor at the
press of the vibrator against
his balls when Lucas stroked
them softly with the toy.
Lucas caressed him up and
down, allowing the vibrations
to pass through his delicate
skin. He groaned and moved
his body so he was more open
to Lucas, his legs falling apart,
displaying himself fully.

“Don’t stop, please,” Matt

whimpered as the vibrator
brushed around his entrance.
He knew that within seconds,

Lucas would press it into him.
Right then he needed the
contact, and he would do
anything to get the friction of
the

toy

sliding

over

his

prostate and the immense
pleasure when he finally came.

“I won’t stop unless you

want it, angel,” Lucas purred.
Matt opened his eyes to see
Lucas kneeling between his
legs, his own cock swollen and
leaking precum. Matt bit his
lower lip and watched the way
Lucas’s cock twitched as he
caressed

him

with

the

vibrator.

A long whimper escaped

when the vibrator sank inside
his body. He was clinging to
the coffee table with one hand
to

steady

himself

as

he

moaned.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Lucas

told him while he began to
gently thrust the vibrator into
Matt’s body.

“Oh God.” Matt grabbed

hold of Lucas’s arm as Lucas
worked the vibrator deeper and
adjusted the speed. He was
past caring what Lucas did
right now as long as he made
Matt come.

“That’s it, angel, let go.”

Lucas murmured while Matt
threw his head back and
screamed out his release. His
semen hit Lucas in the chest
as he arched up off the floor
and

grasped

Lucas’s

arm

tightly, while his chest rose
and fell rapidly as he tried to
regain his composure.

“Thank

you,”

Matt

whispered, launching himself
into Lucas’s arms.

L

UCAS

sat cradling Matt in his

arms, the young man having

fallen asleep after the intense
orgasm

he

had

just

ex perienced. They had been
sitting together for some time
when Lucas heard the distant
ring of his cell phone.

He groaned since he knew

he had to get up and answer
the damn thing. It might be
his agent calling about a
script. He gently shook Matt
awake so he wouldn’t scare
him.

“Mmmm, what time is

it?” Matt asked sleepily.

“I don’t know, angel, but I

need to go answer my phone. I

left it in the bedroom, and it
might be important.”

Matt nodded and shifted

away from Lucas, snuggling
against the sofa. “I’ll be right
back,” Lucas told him, leaning
down to kiss him softly before
disappearing into the bedroom.

“Hello?” Lucas said after

he snatched the phone up
from the bedside table.

“Jesus, Lucas, where the

hell have you been? I’ve been
trying to get hold of you for
hours now.”

“I’ve been doing ex actly

what you told me to do, Kate—

having my photo taken for the
magazine,” Lucas said, smiling
when he saw Matt pass by the
open door and then heard the
sound of running water.

“I

thought

the

photo

shoot was two days ago. Please
don’t tell me that you’re
screwing the photographer,”
his agent said with a sigh.
Lucas rolled his eyes; he’d
gone along with her insistence
that he needed a sex y photo
shoot to pump up his image,
as long as he got to choose the
photographer. Kate lived in
fear that if anyone learned he

was gay, he’d stop getting
leading roles and she’d lose
her commissions.

“So what did you want me

for?”

Lucas

knew

that

changing the subject would
piss her off, since she was
clearly fishing for details.

“Okay, keep your secrets.

You have a casting call for
your nex t movie. They want
you to come in and read with
some

of

your

potential

costars.”

“Ah-huh,”

Lucas

said

absently, his mind beginning
to wander since he could hear

the soft sounds of Matt singing
in the shower.

“Lucas,

are

you

even

listening

to

me?”

Kate

snapped, bringing Lucas out of
his thoughts.

“Yeah,

I’m

listening.

When and where is the call?”
Lucas asked. He really hoped
that he could join Matt in the
shower before he had to leave.

“It’s

tomorrow

at

ten

thirty at the studio.”

“Okay, I’ll be there. Oh,

and Kate, I want to do a
calendar.”

“Lucas, you don’t want to

cheapen yourself with such a
trivial thing.”

“Matt thinks it will help

my career and get me out to a
new audience,” Lucas said
forcefully, knowing that he
was going to have to push for
this.

“You’re

fucking

him,

aren’t you? Why else would
you value his opinion so
much?”

“It’s none of your damn

business what I do in my spare
time. I want to do this
calendar, and I want Matt
Silver to shoot it,” Lucas

growled, on the verge of just
telling Kate where she could
stick her job.

“Lucas,

I

am

not

approving a calendar. That is
not what I meant when I said
you needed a younger image.
You’re not some teen idol that
girls will want to pin on their
walls.”

“You realize that I can get

a new agent just like that,
don’t you, Kate?”

“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Just push me and see

what I dare to do.”

“You

don’t

scare

me.

Don’t

forget

your

call

tomorrow.”

“I’m not senile yet, Kate.

Goodbye.” Lucas snapped the
phone closed and tossed it
back onto the table. He ran his
hands through his hair, trying
to defuse his anger before he
joined Matt in the shower.

M

ATT

closed his eyes, letting

the warm water from the
shower cascade over his head
and down his back, breathing
deeply when he heard Lucas’s
voice raised in anger. He

hoped that Lucas wouldn’t still
be angry when he finished his
call, for right now Matt was
feeling so happy. He hadn’t
felt this way since he was
seventeen. Before his life had
changed forever.

Fortunately, Lucas was

smiling when he pushed open
the bathroom door and stepped
into the steamy room. “Matt,
may I join you?” he asked
softly, easing Matt’s concern.

“Please,” Matt answered

immediately, feeling the heat
rise up into his cheeks. He
knew that Lucas would see the

effect he had on Matt’s body.

Lucas slid the door open

and stepped into the shower
cubicle. Matt turned his head
when he felt Lucas step behind
him and touch his hair lightly.
He smiled as he saw Lucas’s
azure gaze regarding him with
love.

“Who was on the phone?”

Matt asked. He leaned into
Lucas’s caress as he traced his
left hand gently across his
cheek, while Lucas’s other
hand went down to rest on his
hip, holding him carefully as
he pressed up against Matt

more firmly.

“It was my agent,” Lucas

whispered as he leaned down
and kissed Matt’s throat. “Tell
me if you want me to stop.”

“What did your agent

want?” Matt pressed his body
back against Lucas’s, feeling
the head of Lucas’s cock brush
up against his buttocks. He
took a shuddering breath and
closed his eyes.

“I have a casting call to

attend tomorrow morning,”
Lucas told him. He moved his
lips

softly

against

Matt’s

shoulders and down his spine

while kneeling down behind
him.

“Uhhh,

that’s

good.

Mmmm, Luc. Is it for a
movie?” Matt whimpered and
spread his legs voluntarily; he
wanted to allow Lucas to
pleasure him.

“Yes,”

Lucas

answered

distractedly, caressing Matt’s
buttocks while he kissed the
base of Matt’s spine, letting
his tongue snake downward
and ghosting it against the
cleft of Matt’s buttocks.

“Uhhh, Luc, don’t stop.”

Matt heard Lucas chuckle

softly as he lapped up the
water that ran over his heated
flesh. Lucas cupped Matt’s
buttocks in his hands, spread
the cheeks gently, and leaned
in to run his tongue along the
cleft.

“Uhhh, don’t ever stop.

Oh God, Lucas.” Matt moaned
as Lucas’s tongue stroked him.
He lowered his head and
looked down at his cock,
which was already weeping; he
was so aroused he didn’t know
what he was going to do.

Lucas traced his tongue

lovingly

around

Matt’s

entrance,

caressing

the

puckered

flesh

with

his

tongue. “Oh, I’m so close,”
Matt groaned. Lucas’s tongue
plunged in and out of his body.
“Lucas, please, I’m going to
come.” Matt whimpered as
Lucas reached around and
slowly began to stroke his
cock in time with the thrusts
of his tongue.

It didn’t take more than a

few well-timed strokes of his
fist before Matt cried out his
release. Lucas stood up and
cradled Matt against his chest,
letting him regain his breath.

Matt rested within Lucas’s
arms for a few minutes before
he turned and pressed Lucas
against the wall and dropped
to his knees.

“Matt, please, you don’t

have

to

do

this,”

Lucas

whispered in response to the
pleading look in Matt’s eyes.

“I know. I’m doing it

because I want to. To fly
again, remember? I want to
learn to fly, Lucas.” Matt ran
his

tongue

lovingly

over

Lucas’s cock, tracing the vein
on the underside.

“Don’t tease, please. I’m

so close already.”

Matt looked up at Lucas,

watching his eyes darken with
desire when he took the head
of his cock between his lips.
Sucking softly, he caressed
Lucas’s

testicles

with

one

hand and steadied himself by
pressing

his

other

hand

against Lucas’s thigh. Lucas
whimpered when Matt took his
cock between his lips. Matt’s
eyes lowered, and he began to
move his head back and forth,
taking a little more of Lucas’s
cock before letting it slip free.

“Oh God, Matt, I’m so

close now. I’m going to come.”
Lucas’s cock hit the back of
Matt’s

throat,

and

Matt

relax ed fully and allowed him
to thrust gently. “Ohhh God,
Matt.” Lucas moaned as his
orgasm filled Matt’s mouth
with his hot semen. Matt
smiled up at him, licking his
lower lip carefully to catch the
trail

of

semen

that

had

escaped.

“Thank you, Lucas. Thank

you for allowing me to take
the first step in learning to
fly.”

“Oh, Matt, come here.”

Lucas knelt down beside Matt
and pulled him into a warm
embrace. He leaned in and
kissed Matt passionately. The
water cascaded over them,
washing away all trace of their
lovemaking.

“The water’s getting cold;

we should get out before we
get a chill,” Matt whispered,
letting Lucas go.

L

UCAS

sat on the bed watching

Matt carefully dry himself, all
the while sending shy glances
at Lucas. Once he was content

that he was dry, Matt pulled
on a pair of box er shorts and
went over to join Lucas on the
bed.

Matt blushed shyly as

Lucas held his arms open,
inviting him to crawl into an
embrace. He snuggled close
and allowed Lucas to wrap his
arms around him, and he
rested

his

head

securely

against the crook of Lucas’s
neck. They sat, content to just
cuddle for what seemed like an
eternity. Lucas smiled when
Matt started to idly trace little
circles on his thigh, playing

with the downy hairs that
covered his legs.

“Lucas?” Matt said softly.
“Yes?”
“When

you

film

your

movies, do you think about
someone?” Matt asked.

“Sometimes,

angel.

It

depends on the movie.”

“When you film a love

scene, is the person you think
about

your

lover?”

Matt

questioned.

“He

is

now,”

Lucas

whispered, softly running his
hand over Matt’s back, tracing
the scar that marked the

length of it.

“Oh,” Matt said, falling

silent once more. Lucas could
tell from the dejected tone of
Matt’s voice that he hadn’t
understood Lucas’s answer.

“Angel, it’s you I fantasize

about while I’m doing my love
scenes. I told you before, I’ve
admired your work for a long
time now, and, well, when I
first saw your picture in
Advocate magazine alongside
an interview about your work,
I was hooked completely. I had
a beautiful face to go with my
dreams,”

Lucas

ex plained.

Matt relax ed into his arms and
let out a little sigh.

Lucas looked down at the

nest of dark curls and smiled
inwardly when Matt’s soft
breath

ghosted

across

his

nipple.

Running

his

hand

lovingly along Matt’s spine, he
stroked the scar again before
moving his hand down to toy
with the waistband of Matt’s
box ers, dipping his fingers
gently beneath.

“What were you arguing

about with your agent?” Matt
asked. He purred slightly as
Lucas caressed his buttocks

softly beneath his shorts, not
pushing him but just letting
him know that he was loved.

“The calendar I want you

to shoot. And she was giving
me the third degree about
whether I was sleeping with
you or not.”

“Oh,” Matt said, falling

silent once more.

“Hey, it’s all right. She

has no hold over me. I told her
if she pushes me too much I’d
fire her.” Lucas tilted Matt’s
head up so he could kiss him
gently. “I’d much rather you
were my agent, my beautiful

and talented angel,” Lucas
told him, capturing Matt’s soft
lips while he caressed his
cheek.

“I know nothing about the

film industry. I wouldn’t be
able to do you justice,” Matt
said when Lucas set him free.

“That doesn’t matter. I

know contacts that could get
me scripts. You’d just have to
manage

my

meetings

and

photo shoots.”

“Lucas, don’t do this to

me. I can barely manage my
own affairs, let alone yours.
I’m sorry, please let me go. I

need to be alone right now,”
Matt said, struggling to get
free of Lucas’s arms.

“Matt, don’t run away

from me. I won’t ever make
you do anything you don’t
want to. Come back to bed,
please,” Lucas begged when
Matt moved to the doorway.

“Please, I need time, I’m

still learning to fly again.
Please don’t push me. I need to
be alone right now. I’ll be in
the darkroom,” Matt told him,
and then turned and left the
room.

Lucas sighed and flopped

down into the pillows. This
was going to test his resolve to
its limits. Matt was still deeply
affected by his past, he could
see that now. It would take a
long time for him to come to
terms with the fact that he
was free, that no one could
hurt him anymore.

M

ATT

closed his eyes and sank

to the floor in the darkroom,
his heart pounding in his
chest as he ran his hands
through his curls. He could
already feel the tears starting

to run down his cheeks. Why
does he always have to be so
nice to me? I don’t deserve
him.

Matt sat in the dark for

several minutes, trying to
calm his nerves, waiting for
his composure to return so he
could work some more on
some

photos

for

another

shoot, one that didn’t involve
Lucas. Right now he needed
the distance between them
until he was ready to discuss
what had happened earlier in
the shower. Even though he
longed to feel Lucas’s body

against his, he was still afraid,
afraid to let him close for fear
of being hurt once more.

Several hours later, Matt

slipped silently out of the
darkroom, blinking in surprise
when he saw that all the lights
were off and the apartment
was eerily silent. He turned on
one of the lamps and made his
way across the room toward
the bedroom, hoping to find
Lucas in bed waiting for him.

He pushed the door to the

bedroom

open

and

sighed

when he saw it, too, was
empty. The bed had been

pulled straight, and on top of
the comforter lay a single red
rose and an envelope. Matt
worried his bottom lip as he
crossed to the bed and sat
down, drawing his knees up to
his chest.

He picked up the rose and

smelled it, smiling at the
sweet scent before he set it
down once more so he could
take the envelope, the spidery
letters of his name written on
the

outside.

Matt

sighed

nervously as he opened the
envelope and pulled out the
folded

paper.

Carefully

unfolding the note, he bit his
lip and began to read.

My Dearest

Matt,

I’m sorry

about earlier. I
never meant to
upset you or to
make you
uncomfortable.
You mean the
world to me, Matt,
my sweet angel.
I’ve never felt the
way I do about
anyone else, and I

really want us to
work out.

That’s why

I’m not here right
now; I think we
need space for a
few hours. I’ve
gone for a change
of clothes and to
make reservations
for dinner tonight.
Please don’t
worry, I haven’t
left you. I’ll be
back, I promise.

I love you with

all of my heart

and soul, and I
long for the day
when you return
my feelings
completely. I long
for the day when I
can wake up to
you in my arms
and be able to
make love to you.

I will wait as

long as it takes
for that to become
a reality, Matt. I
want you to be
happy. You
deserve that much

more than anyone
in the world, and I
want so badly to
be the one to make
you fly again. To
let you soar above
your past and fly
with your fallen
angels, to love and
be loved
unconditionally.
Matt, you are a
beauty to behold,
and I long for the
day when you will
take my body in
sweet surrender.

For Matt, you are
the only one I
would ever
surrender myself
to; you are the
other half of my
heart. I will wait
forever for you,
Angel, until you
are ready.

I will see you

in a few hours
with reservations
for two. Until
then, my heart
aches to see you
and feel you in my

arms once more.

All of my love,
Lucas

Matt blinked back tears as

he curled up on the bed,
clutching Lucas’s rose to his
chest; he had never felt so
loved before now. He wanted to
make Lucas happy more than
anything in the world, and he
vowed that he would do it, and
soon. Lucas loves me, and he
would never hurt me. After
dinner I will allow him to
make love to me.

M

ATT

woke up to the sound of

soft music playing in the
bedroom. He sat up slowly and
rubbed his eyes before he
looked around the room. His
breath caught in his throat
when he saw Lucas sitting in
the chair beside the window, a
lock of his sandy hair falling
across his face while he slept
peacefully.

Matt got up and padded

across

the

room

slowly,

stopping beside Lucas. He bit
his bottom lip while he gazed
upon the beauty of his older

lover

before

leaning

in

carefully and pressing a soft
kiss to Lucas’s lips. He heard
Lucas murmur, but he didn’t
wake up. Matt felt his body
responding to the man before
him, even though he was
asleep. Matt knew that this
was it. He reached down,
unzipped the fly on Lucas’s
jeans, and carefully pulled his
cock free, taking care to be
gentle. His heart pounded in
his chest when he saw that
Lucas was already erect.

Matt slipped out of his

box er shorts and reached down

to caress his cock, which was
standing proud already. He was
so ex cited about what he was
going to do; he knew that this
could make or break his and
Lucas’s relationship. But he
needed this, and he needed it
on his terms.

Matt walked silently to

the dresser and pulled the top
drawer open to retrieve the
lube, then slipped silently into
the

bathroom

to

prepare

himself for his lover. He
returned a few minutes later to
see Lucas still sleeping as Matt
had left him. Matt hadn’t

thought he could get any more
nervous than he already was,
but he knew that this was a
big step for him. Lowering his
eyes shyly, he coated his hand
with lube and slowly coated
Lucas’s erection before he
straddled Lucas’s thighs. He
held his breath as he gripped
Lucas softly and positioned
Lucas’s cock at the puckered
ring of his entrance. He took a
couple of shuddering breaths
and sank down, feeling Lucas’s
cock slip inside him. Sinking
down until he could feel
Lucas’s balls pressed against

his ass, he whimpered softly
and began to move slowly,
driving Lucas’s length into the
tight channel. His chocolate-
colored curls falling over his
face when he let his head fall
forward, he braced his hands
on the top of the chair and
began to move more steadily,
now that his confidence was
building.

L

UCAS

murmured in reaction

when he felt Matt’s lips press
against his own. He kept his
eyes closed, waiting to see

what his young lover was up
to, since Matt was rarely the
instigator

in

their

more

intimate moments. When he
heard his zipper being undone,
it took all his will and skill as
an actor not to open his eyes
and give away that he was no
longer sleeping. The touch of
Matt’s delicate fingers against
his cock was almost too much
for him.

The sound of a drawer

opening and closing before the
bedroom door creaked almost
made him open his eyes to see
where his angel had gone. But

he wouldn’t give in to his
needs. This was about Matt,
and it would be played out on
his terms or not at all.

Matt’s sweet, breathless

moans drifted through the
partially open bedroom door,
making Lucas harder than he
had been before. He stifled a
whimper that would have kept
him

from

hearing

Matt

anymore. The soft click of the
door let Lucas know that Matt
had returned.

Matt’s hands were coated

with

lube

when

he

nex t

touched him, and Lucas knew

what was going to happen. It
took immense willpower to
keep his breathing even and
his eyes closed when Matt’s
thighs closed on either side of
his own and soft fingers
wrapped around his erection.
Then came the silken heat of
Matt’s young body sinking
down onto the cock he held so
gently. It felt like heaven for
Lucas to be inside him, even
more so when Matt began to
move, slow and almost teasing
to begin with, until the young
man became accustomed to
the sensation and began to

move with more confidence.

Lucas could not hold back

anymore; he needed to see
Matt’s face as he made love to
him. He let his eyes open
slowly, and in that moment
Lucas knew that he would
never leave. He would let Matt
make love to him whenever he
wished just to see the beautiful
ex pression of pure bliss on his
face. Matt’s cupid-bow lips
parted slightly, his dark eyes
glazed with desire as little
pants of breath ex haled in
counterpoint

with

Lucas’s

cock brushing his prostate on

each downward thrust.

Lucas moved his hands

ever so slowly and brought
them to Matt’s lithe hips,
setting them softly against the
olive skin to let him know he
was awake. The reaction was a
husky “Luc…,” and Matt’s
head fell back, ex posing his
throat to Lucas’s lips as he
rode out his orgasm.

When his semen spilled

across Lucas’s chest, he came
to a halt and his body flex ed
against the invading cock,
stroking

and

milking

the

orgasm from Lucas’s body.

Lucas reached up reflex ively
and

stroked

Matt’s

cheek;

sliding his hand into the soft
chocolate-colored

curls,

he

pulled Matt’s head down and
claimed his lips in a tender
and passionate kiss. When the
kiss ended, Matt had tears
tracking down his cheeks, and
his eyes had taken on a soft,
glassy look. He wrapped his
arms around Lucas’s neck and
murmured

quietly

against

Lucas’s throat.

“I love you. Lucas. You

made me fly again.”

L

UCAS

smiled as he watched

Matt slipping into his suit. He
couldn’t help but be happy for
the young man, whose unruly
curls hung damp around his
shoulders

while

he

stood

before the full-length mirror
adjusting his tie. Matt was
practically glowing with love,
and his eyes shone as he
glanced shyly at Lucas in the
mirror.

Lucas

ran

his

hands

through his shoulder-length
hair, his smile growing when
Matt turned to face him.

Matt’s cheeks were flushed
with the blush that rose up his
neck. He lowered his eyes
shyly when Lucas moved to
stand

in

front

of

him,

reaching up to caress his
cheek.

“You

look

beautiful,

angel,” Lucas whispered as
Matt leaned into his touch.
“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Matt said softly,

smiling in return. Lucas stood,
straightening the dark blue
suit he wore over a striped T-
shirt.

“Come on, beautiful, let’s

go.”

Lucas kissed Matt softly

and intertwined their fingers
across the table as they sat in
the back of one of Lucas’s
favorite restaurants. Ending
the kiss, he moved away so he
could look into Matt’s eyes.
Lucas knew that what he had
planned would make or break
them. He hoped Matt wouldn’t
freak out.

Lucas took Matt’s hands

in his and lifted them to his
lips,

kissing

his

knuckles

gently. “Matt, you’re the most
important person in my life

right now. I’ve never felt this
way

about

anyone

before,

ever.”

“Lucas….”
“Shhh, angel, please don’t

interrupt

me,”

Lucas

said

softly, pausing when Matt
lowered his head at the quiet
request. “Please look at me.”

Matt looked up at Lucas

and

bit

his

bottom

lip

nervously.

Lucas

squeezed

their

entwined

hands

reassuringly,

hoping

Matt

could recognize the love in his
gaze.

“You mean the world to

me, Matt, my sweet angel. I’ve
never felt this way about
anyone else. I love you with all
of my heart and soul, and I
long for the day when you
return

my

feelings

completely.” Lucas watched
Matt closely as he lowered his
gaze shyly. “I want you to be
happy, and I want so badly to
be the one to make you happy
again. You are the other half
of my heart. Matt, will you
marry me and be my other
half for eternity?” Lucas held
his breath as he awaited Matt’s
answer.

Matt let out a little sob

and rose to his feet, making
Lucas worry for a moment
that he’d frightened him into
running away. The breath he’d
been holding was released in a
gasp when Matt moved around
the table, throwing his arms
around

Lucas’s

neck

and

kissing him deeply.

Lucas caught the lithe

body in his arms and returned
the kiss, his hand going
immediately to tangle in the
chocolate-colored curls. When
the kiss ended and Matt let out
a breathy “yes” into his ear,

Lucas smiled and hugged Matt
tightly.

“Lucas, take me home and

make love to me, please,” Matt
whispered.

Lucas felt tears well in his

eyes as Matt moved away
shyly, pulling Lucas to his
feet. He left money on the
table to cover their meal and
walked out of the restaurant
with Matt holding his hand.

M

ATT

sat on the bed watching

Lucas undress, teasing Matt
with his slow movements.

Once Lucas was naked, he
climbed onto the bed beside
Matt, who bit his lip gently
when the older man reached
out with tender hands.

Matt gasped at the press

of

Lucas’s

hands

on

his

shoulders, gently easing him
down onto the soft mattress
and covering Matt’s body with
his own. Lucas ran one hand
along the length of Matt’s
thigh, moving it up to his
stomach while he teased him
with

soft

kisses,

smiling

against Matt’s lips when he
whimpered.

“Shhh, just feel it,” Lucas

whispered. Matt closed his
eyes at the touch; he was so
aroused just by the thought of
being with Lucas that even the
smallest

of

touches

was

enough to make his body throb
with longing. Lucas knelt up
and looked at Matt, whose lips
parted as he breathed deeply.
He

was

anx ious

to

taste

Lucas’s tongue when it slipped
into his mouth once more.

Lucas

pressed

against

Matt’s body, making it tremble
when

their

cocks

brushed

against one another. Smiling,

he smoothed his hands over
Matt’s stomach, the muscles
contracting and Matt’s breath
hissing in as he did so.

“You like to have your

body caressed, don’t you?”

Matt

arched

his

body

against

Lucas’s

hand,

the

strong

abdominal

muscles

moving under his touch. When
Lucas ran his hand along the
side of Matt’s body, moving it
up his chest and brushing his
nipples,

they

instantly

hardened under his attentions.

Matt

moaned

when

Lucas’s hands moved to his

arms, smoothing over their
length. Slowly wrapping his
hand

around

Matt’s

wrist,

Lucas lifted it up over his
head, ex posing the curve of
his chest and armpit with the
tangle of hair beneath it.
Lucas groaned, burying his
nose in Matt’s armpit and
breathing

in

the

scent,

rubbing his nose against the
soft hairs before moving to
gently bite the flesh of Matt’s
underarm while he rubbed
their bodies together.

Lucas’s

cock

sliding

against his while he gently

licked the soft skin of Matt’s
arm made Matt gasp. He knew
it wouldn’t be too long before
he came if this kept up for too
long.

“Please love me?” Matt

moaned. He closed his eyes as
he felt Lucas shift his weight,
opening them again when he
felt hands on his thighs,
pushing them apart. He saw
the

determined

look

on

Lucas’s face as he lifted one
leg up over his shoulder so it
ex posed Matt’s body to him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt

you.” Lucas reached over to

the bedside table and pulled
the drawer open, taking out a
tube

of

lubricant

and

squeezing a liberal amount
onto his finger. Matt jumped
at the sensation, as it was
cold, but it quickly warmed
when Lucas’s finger slid into
his body, preparing him for his
entry.

“Please.”

Matt

moaned

and squirmed on the bed,
feeling the digit filling him.
Lucas

removed

his

finger,

squeezed some more of the
lubricant out, and rubbed it
over his cock, covering it.

Matt sighed when the

head of Lucas’s cock pressed
at the entrance of his body,
rubbing over it gently. Lucas
eased inside slowly so as not to
hurt him. Matt curved up off
the bed and squirmed, trying
to adjust the position of the
leg

draped

over

Lucas’s

shoulder. Lucas’s eyes held
Matt’s as he eased into him,
filling him completely. His
balls pressed against Matt’s
ass, resting briefly to allow
him to get used to the feeling
before he began to thrust.

Guttural moans escaped

from Matt’s lips as Lucas
moved

inside

him.

Lucas

reached down and grasped
Matt’s

other

hand,

lifting

them both over his head and
holding them to the mattress.
He used his other hand on
Matt’s leg as leverage to move
and control his thrusts.

Matt arched his back, his

neck curving at the same time
to ex pose his throat. His
moans grew louder while Lucas
began to move firmly but
slowly in and out of Matt’s
body. He was so aroused he
couldn’t hold in all the little

sounds Lucas wrung from him.

“You

like

that,

don’t

you?” Lucas asked.

Matt couldn’t answer. The

thick cock slid and stroked his
inner walls, and his body tried
to clamp down on it to gain
the most from the sensation.
Instinctively,

he

tightened

around Lucas’s member as it
moved in fully, gripping him
so he wouldn’t be lost as he
pulled

almost

out

before

plunging back in.

Matt threw his head back

and felt his balls contract. He
knew it was over; he was

coming,

and

there

was

nothing he could do to prevent
it.

Lucas’s

cock

brushed

against his prostate when he
began

to

move

faster,

pounding into him, but still
not hard enough to hurt him.
Matt’s breathing was labored,
and he clenched around Lucas
when he tried to pull out to
prolong their lovemaking.

“Don’t stop,” Matt pleaded

as he arched up and tried to
get his hands free of Lucas’s
grip. He wanted to touch
Lucas so much right now, but
Lucas wouldn’t let him.

“This is for you, Matt.”

Lucas thrust several more
times and then groaned, his
arms tightening around Matt
and his body shuddering in
ecstasy. His eyes closed so his
long

lashes

were

more

pronounced; the crow’s feet
vanished

as

his

features

smoothed out in his release.
“Oh Lucas!” Matt cried out
when he couldn’t hold back
any

longer,

covering

his

stomach and part of his chest
with his own semen. Matt
closed his eyes and breathed
deeply as Lucas gently lowered

his leg and eased out of him so
he could relax . Lucas smiled
as he lay beside him, brushing
his hand through Matt’s hair.
Matt

sighed,

completely

content.

“I love you, Lucas. I love

you so much,” Matt whispered
while Lucas cleaned him up
with one of the wet naps from
the bedside table.

“I love you too, Matt. I

always will. Sleep now.”

Matt

woke

up

feeling

warmth on his cheek. When
he opened his eyes, he had to
brush his hair out of them.

Lucas was lying at his side, his
warm breath on Matt’s cheek
as he slept. While Matt looked
at Lucas, he felt tears welling
up in his eyes. It had been so
long since he had been this
happy with anyone; he felt
special, and right now, he felt
truly loved again. The longer
he lay there looking at Lucas,
the

more

emotional

he

became, because he knew he
didn’t deserve him. Lucas was
so much better than he was.

As the sunlight filtered

through

the

windows

and

illuminated

Lucas’s

naked

body,

Matt

felt

himself

responding to the older man.
But he refused to wake him to
satisfy his desires; he was
content to lie there and watch
him in peaceful slumber. The
sunlight highlighted a thin
layer of perspiration covering
Lucas’s body, matting the soft
coating of hairs on his chest.
Matt sighed as he watched the
slow rise and fall of Lucas’s
breathing. He was mesmerized
by the way Lucas looked as he
slept. Matt felt the heat rush
up his face as his eyes followed
the trail of hair on Lucas’s

stomach downward and saw
his flaccid cock as it lay
against his thigh. It was
purely beautiful, and Matt
longed to touch it and feel it
in his hands once more, to feel
the way it swelled and pulsed
as Lucas became aroused.

Matt bit his bottom lip as

he tried to resist touching
Lucas. He wasn’t sure how the
gesture would be received,
even after a night of incredible
sex . Matt, for one, knew how
tender his own member was
after that; he’d made love
more that night than he had

for a very long time.

Matt trembled, knowing

that if he didn’t get away from
Lucas right then, he was going
to do something he would
regret. He closed his eyes and
tried to shut the images of
Lucas’s body out of his mind.
But it was no good; being in
such close prox imity to the
other man was affecting him
more than anything else. Matt
started to climb out of the bed,
but as he tried to stand up, he
felt Lucas’s hand on his arm.

“Where are you going?”

Lucas asked, opening his eyes

to look at Matt. “Matt, what’s
wrong?” Matt lowered his head
and stopped moving, trembling
until Lucas released his hold
on his arm.

“I’m

sorry,”

Matt

murmured and hung his head
as he sat down on the edge of
the bed, not looking at Lucas.

“Matt, look at me, please.

Tell me what’s wrong?” Lucas
sat up and rubbed his hand
gently against Matt’s back.

“I’m afraid,” Matt said

quietly.

“Afraid of what? You can

tell me, you know.”

“I’m afraid of what’s going

to happen now that I’ve given
myself to you completely. I’m
afraid of what I’m doing right
now. There are just so many
feelings running through me
right now. I just don’t know
what to do. I’m not even sure
who I am anymore,” Matt said.
Tears fell down his cheeks as
he turned to look at Lucas.

“Matt, it’s okay. Come

here; it’s all right.” Matt broke
down when Lucas pulled him
into his arms, tears streaming
down his cheeks. “Matt, when
I look at you, all I see is a

beautiful man who is scared
because of what his former
lover did to him. I see a
beautiful man with a heart so
big that I can’t help but love
him. You have so much love to
give, Matt, and you deserve to
be loved in return. Matt, I will
love you always no matter
what. I asked you to marry me
for that reason.” Lucas lifted
Matt’s head gently, making
him meet Lucas’s eyes. Matt
couldn’t doubt the sincerity he
saw there.

“Thank you,” Matt said as

he swallowed hard.

“I meant it when I asked

you to marry me. I still want
that very much, so please
come on, get back in bed and
let me hold you.” Lucas ran
his

fingers

lightly

against

Matt’s cheek. “I love you,
Matt.”

“I love you too,” Matt

said, lowering his eyes, his
long eyelashes brushing his
cheeks as he felt the heat
rising in them again.

“It’s okay, Matt. Shhh,

just lie with me and let me
hold

you.”

Lucas

brushed

Matt’s hair from his eyes and

gently pulled him down onto
the bed once more. Matt
closed his eyes as he felt
Lucas’s arms wrap around his
body and then caress him as
he lay in his arms. He felt so
comfortable in the embrace,
more than he ever had when
he had been with Aran.

Matt pillowed his head

against Lucas’s chest, just
listening to the sound of his
heartbeat as he relax ed in his
arms. He blushed as he heard
Lucas singing softly to him. As
the words registered in Matt’s
mind,

he

felt

the

tears

returning again, but this time
they were tears of happiness.
Lucas was telling him how he
felt through the song.

L

UCAS

sang softly, all the time

gently running his hands over
Matt’s back as the younger
man closed his eyes and just
listened to him. He knew Matt
was listening to the words of
the song; they had significant
meaning to the way he felt
about him. He didn’t want
Matt to ever feel threatened by
how he was feeling. He wanted

Matt to embrace how he felt
and learn to open his heart
again.

Lucas heard the intake of

breath when Matt sighed; he
was so at peace right now, just
listening to the way the words
rolled from Lucas’s lips. Lucas
could feel the soft caresses of
Matt’s

eyelashes

as

they

brushed

against

his

chest

when he blinked.

“Will you let me be your

hero?” Lucas smiled as Matt
shifted

to

get

more

comfortable, wrapping his own
arms tightly around Lucas. He

moved his hands up to caress
Matt’s curls, feeling the tears
fall from Matt’s eyes and onto
his chest as he held him close.
He knew how much Matt had
been hurt by his lover; he had
ex perienced

heartbreak

himself, but never as much as
Matt was feeling. To nearly
have his life taken from him
must be a terrible thing to live
with. Lucas didn’t know if he
would have been as strong if
he had been in Matt’s place.

“Are you okay?” Lucas

asked as he rubbed Matt’s back
gently. Matt just nodded, not

answering. “It’s okay, sleep
now. We have all the time in
the world.”

Matt soon fell asleep in

Lucas’s arms with his head
cushioned on Lucas’s chest.
Lucas knew while watching
Matt sleep that there was more
troubling his lover than what
was going to happen now that
he had allowed Lucas in. Lucas
was going to do everything in
his power to let Matt know
how much he loved him, and
to make him feel loved. He was
going to give him the life he
should have had for years.

Lucas woke some time

later to find Matt lying at his
side, the blankets having long
since

been

kicked

away,

leaving his beautiful naked
body on display. Lucas’s eyes
traveled over the contours of
Matt’s body, taking in the
swell of his buttocks and
where they joined his thighs.
Just looking at the way Matt
slept so peacefully was enough
to stir the feelings up in
Lucas’s body, to make him
want to please and protect
Matt more than he had anyone
in his life.

He loved the way Matt

looked with his muscular but
lithe

frame;

he

had

just

enough muscle that he was
made all the more alluring to
Lucas. Matt was a little too
thin, but Lucas really didn’t
mind; he found him incredibly
sex y.

Matt murmured as he

woke

mistily

from

sleep.

Lifting

his

head

up,

he

groaned as his hair fell into
his eyes. Lucas smiled, resting
on his elbow, looking at him.

“Morning, angel.” Lucas

watched Matt flop back down

on the bed, rolling onto his
back so his hair wouldn’t be in
his face so much. He blushed
when he saw the look on
Lucas’s face as he took in
Matt’s naked body.

“Morning,”

Matt

said

quietly.

“So what would you like

to do today?” Lucas asked. He
wanted to make the day as
special as possible for Matt.

“I don’t know. Anything

as long as it’s with you.” Matt
blushed when Lucas’s hand
gently traced little circles on
his stomach.

“So there’s nothing that

you want to do in particular?”

“Not really, no. I have no

plans

for

today

and

no

clients.” Matt lowered his eyes
as the heat rushed into his
cheeks. “I just want to spend
some time with my future
husband.”

“I’m sure there are some

things I can show you. Would
you like to come to the
casting call with me today?”
Lucas asked, not wanting to
pressure Matt if it wasn’t what
he really wanted to do. “I can
show you some things you

didn’t already know.”

“I thought you’d already

done that.” Matt blushed even
more

adorably,

and

Lucas

realized he was remembering
what had taken place the
night before.

“God,

I

love

you

so

much,” Lucas said, leaning
over Matt and kissing him
gently, running his tongue
over Matt’s lips before taking
the lower one between his
own. Matt moaned and opened
his lips to Lucas’s advances,
allowing him to slip his tongue
into his waiting mouth.

Even though Lucas only

let himself enjoy the kiss for a
few short minutes, it was
enough

to

leave

Matt

breathless. “I love you too,
Lucas. I would love to come
and see what you do.”

“Okay, come on, let’s get

dressed and we can go,” Lucas
said as he held Matt’s hand in
his, gently rubbing his thumb
against the back of it.

“Shouldn’t

we

shower

first?”

Matt

asked

self-

consciously.

“Sure. You take one first.

I need to sort some things out

before we go anyway.”

“Okay,” Matt said as he

climbed slowly from the bed.
Lucas flopped down onto his
back,

smiling

like

the

Cheshire cat.

While

Matt

showered,

Lucas retrieved his cell phone
and made a quick call to the
studio

to

confirm

the

arrangements for the morning.
He was still on the phone
when Matt walked into the
bedroom with a towel hung
loosely

around

his

waist,

drying his hair on a small
hand towel.

“Well, I’ve got to go now.

I’ll see you later, and I’ll bring
Matt with me when I come
’round,” Lucas said, watching
Matt drop the towel and walk
to the dresser to pick up a pair
of white briefs. “See you later.
Bye,” Lucas said, closing the
phone and making his way
back to Matt.

He held his breath as he

watched the muscles move in
Matt’s back as he stepped into
his briefs, and how his long
curls hung over his face as he
bent down. As Matt stood up,
he flicked his hair off his face,

blushing when he saw the way
Lucas was looking at him and
the

way

his

body

was

responding to him.

Lucas

couldn’t

help

himself; he walked over to
Matt, captured his head in his
hands, and moved in for a
searing kiss. Matt tilted his
head to one side to allow
Lucas the freedom to deepen
the kiss. Lucas ran his hands
through Matt’s wet hair and
pressed

his

body

tightly

against Matt’s almost naked
one. He was so aroused right
now, just by the way Matt was

dressed and the way his hair
hung around his shoulders.
The

kiss

left

them

both

breathless when Lucas finally
ended it.

“Sorry about that. I just

couldn’t help myself,” Lucas
told him. Matt stood there, a
little startled by the sudden
pleasurable assault.

“Not a problem,” Matt

said,

smoothing

a

hand

through

his

hair.

“The

shower’s all yours.”

“Thanks,” Lucas said as

he brushed past Matt on his
way into the bathroom.

When Lucas returned from

his shower, he found Matt
standing

by

the

window,

looking out at the bright
sunshine as it filtered through
the trees in the garden. As
Lucas was barefoot, he was
able to make his way across
the room’s soft carpet and
wrap his arms around Matt’s
waist without him noticing
until Lucas’s hands snaked
around him.

Matt leaned back and

rested his head against Lucas’s
shoulder, turning his head
when Lucas started to move

his hands away from around
his waist.

“Sorry I’m getting you all

wet.”

“Don’t worry about it. Did

you enjoy your shower?” Matt
asked.

“Yeah, it was okay, but I’d

have enjoyed it more if you’d
been with me,” Lucas said,
gently

rubbing

his

fingers

against the side of Matt’s
cheek and smiling when Matt
tilted his head, leaning into
the caress.

“I’d have liked that as

well,” Matt told him, reaching

out to gently run his hand
over Lucas’s chest, making
him tremble.

“Matt, please, we really

shouldn’t start something we
can’t finish. As much as I’d
like to just fall back into bed
with you right now, I’ve got to
make the casting call, and I’ve
made plans to meet a friend
before I take you for a drink,”
Lucas ex plained.

“Sorry. I’ll just go have a

look at the garden while you
finish up in here. I don’t want
to be a distraction for you.”
Matt dropped his hand from

Lucas’s chest to his side,
lowering his head and turning
away from him.

“No, Matt, I didn’t mean it

like

that.

Jesus,

there’s

nothing I’d rather do than
make love to you again right
now. Matt, look at me, please.
I love you, and I never want to
hurt you. Believe me when I
say that. You don’t have to
leave the room, you know. It’s
okay for you to be here. I like
a little distraction every now
and then, and especially from
someone as sex y as you.”
Lucas lifted Matt’s head so he

was looking at him again. He
knew how much his words had
stung Matt by the unshed
tears that threatened to spill
from his beautiful chocolate-
colored eyes as he looked at
him.

“Matt, let me be your

hero,” Lucas whispered as he
pulled Matt into a warm
embrace, rubbing his back
softly as he rested his head on
his shoulder. Matt nodded with
a sigh and relax ed into Lucas’s
arms.

“I’m sorry for getting so

emotional on you yet again.”

“Not to worry, it’s fine. I

know this is all new to you. I’d
rather

you

be

completely

honest

with

your

feelings

rather than hide them away
anyway. Matt, I’m in love with
you, and I want to marry you.
I know it’s fast, but I swear
I’ve never felt like this about
anyone before. The way I feel
about you is so different than
anyone I’ve ever been with.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just still

very shy about all this,” Matt
whispered.

“I know, and it’s okay.

Come on, let’s go meet my

friend. I’m sure he’ll love you,”
Lucas said as he kissed Matt
on the forehead gently.

“Does your friend know

that you’re into guys?”

“Yeah, he knows, and he’s

fine

with

it.

He

knows

everything that I do.”

“Do you always introduce

your lovers to your friend?”
Matt asked. Lucas could tell he
was a little uncomfortable
about it.

“The ones I really like,

yes. Besides, he can’t hurt
you.

Matt,

he

is

in

a

wheelchair if he goes out, and,

well, when he’s not, he’s
confined to his bed. He had a
stroke a while ago, and, well,
that’s the result of it,” Lucas
ex plained.

“God, I’m sorry, I didn’t

know.”

“It’s

okay,

Matt,

you

didn’t know. He’s doing well
right now, but he’ll never be
able to talk or walk again. But
he’s well looked after and
loved,” Lucas told him.

T

AKING

Matt to the casting

call had seemed like a good

idea at the time, and Matt was
fine until he saw some of the
guys waiting for their readings
looking

at

him

and

commenting to each other.

“Take no notice of them,

they’re probably worried that
you’re going to beat them to
the part,” Lucas said, noticing
Matt’s

unease.

“They’d

be

crazy not to think that—
you’re gorgeous, after all, and
just what this script calls for.
A casting director would be
insane not to hire someone
like you. If it was me, I’d hire
you in a heartbeat,” Lucas told

him, reaching out to place a
comforting hand upon Matt’s
knee. Sadly, the touch didn’t
have the desired effect.

“Lucas!

Don’t!”

Matt

hissed as he flinched away
from the contact. “What if
they don’t hire you because
they realize you’re with me?”
Matt pushed up from the seat
in a panic and left the room.
Lucas understood what Matt
was going through, and he
didn’t bring the incident up
again.

Lucas drove them to his

friend’s house, smiling as he

looked over at Matt and saw
him sitting with his hands
clenched in his lap. Lucas
reached out with one hand and
gently squeezed Matt’s hands
to try and ease his nerves.
“Don’t worry about it, you’ll be
just fine. We’re nearly there
now,” Lucas told him as he
rubbed his thumb across the
back of his hand, trying to
soothe him.

M

ATT

sighed as the car pulled

up outside Lucas’s friend’s
house. He could feel his heart

pounding in his chest and
knots in his stomach. He was
so

worried

about

meeting

Lucas’s friend that he feared
he was going to be sick.

Lucas reached out and

brushed

his

hand

against

Matt’s cheek. Matt smiled and
leaned into the caress, feeling
the comfort of the touch.

Lucas walked with Matt

into his friend’s house after
they’d been welcomed inside
by his nurse. Matt stopped
when he saw Lucas’s friend
sitting in his wheelchair; he
was a little surprised at how

hard it must be to look after
him the way he was. Lucas
smiled and went over to hug
his friend and then held his
hand out for Matt when he
stood up.

Matt breathed deeply and

willed his nerves to settle
enough that he could make a
good first impression. He was
so nervous that when he
walked over to Lucas he
stumbled over his own feet and
fell into Lucas’s arms. He
blushed and tried to hide his
embarrassment

as

Lucas’s

arms slid around his waist to

help him right himself.

“Stefan, I’d like you to

meet

Matt,”

Lucas

said,

making the introduction.

“It’s a pleasure to meet

you,” Matt said somewhat
shyly, Lucas resting against
his back as he watched to see
his friend’s reaction to Matt.
Stefan smiled a little, a warm
ex pression in his eyes as he
looked at Lucas and Matt.

Matt and Lucas sat down

on the sofa as they drank tea
with Stefan. Lucas did a lot of
talking while he just held
Matt’s hand in his. It was a lot

for Matt to take in; being in a
new relationship and already
being introduced to Lucas’s
friend

was

making

him

uncomfortable but, at the
same time, a little relieved at
how Lucas’s friend seemed to
be taking things.

However, Matt still wasn’t

overly confident. The older
man’s inability to hold a
conversation because of his
stroke was unnerving to Matt,
but he knew that Lucas loved
his friend; he could tell from
the way he looked at Stefan as
he spoke animatedly about

football results as well as
telling him about Matt in
general.

“Matt, it’s okay. Stefan

likes you. I’ve not seen him
this happy about meeting any
of my boyfriends before. He
really honestly likes you,”
Lucas told Matt, rubbing his
arm gently as they sat in the
parking lot of the club he had
wanted to take Matt to.

“I don’t know why, I made

such a fool out of myself in
there,” Matt said, looking up
into Lucas’s eyes as he tried to
hide how uneasy he was still

feeling about meeting Stefan
so

early

on

in

their

relationship.

“That doesn’t matter. He

liked you. Matt, he could tell I
love you, and that’s all that
should matter. Stefan just
wants me to be happy, and
believe me when I tell you that
you make me happier than
anyone I’ve ever been with.”

Matt

looked

up

and

smiled, though he could feel
the heat rushing into his
cheeks

yet

again.

Lucas’s

fingers felt cooling as they
brushed lightly against his

face.

“Come on, let’s go and get

a drink.” Lucas walked into
the bar with Matt close at his
side.

Matt

felt

instantly

uncomfortable

when

they

walked inside. All the looks
people

were

giving

them

hadn’t gone unnoticed, and he
wasn’t sure he was ready for
this.

He knew by the way

Lucas kept rubbing a thumb
over the back of his hand that
his lover had picked up on his
nervousness.

Despite

Lucas’s

reassurance, Matt tensed even

more as a number of the
regulars came up to them to
congratulate Lucas on the
news of his latest movie. When
they started teasing about the
reason he’d not been around
lately, Matt began to withdraw
into himself and close off to
his

surroundings.

He

was

embarrassed to think that
they might assume Lucas had
been with him. He didn’t want
to have so many people know
about them so soon. Matt
stared down at the bowl of
peanuts on the top of the bar,
running his fingers over the

rim of the bowl as he tried to
ignore

the

teasing

and

attention from Lucas’s friends
and the other people in the
bar. Matt closed his eyes when
Lucas

ran

fingers

gently

against his cheek and spoke
softly to him, telling him
everything was all right, that
they

were

only

messing

around. But the atmosphere of
the bar was affecting Matt’s
emotional state; he was so on
edge he knew that he wouldn’t
enjoy himself at all there.

“Matt, I’m sorry, I wasn’t

thinking. Come on, let’s go

back home,” Lucas said.

“Thank you. I’m sorry

about making you leave your
friends, but I’m not ready to be
that open about my feelings
for you just yet,” Matt said as
they walked out to the parking
lot.

“It’s okay, I understand. I

really wasn’t thinking. I just
wanted them to meet you.”

Lucas slipped his hands

into Matt’s hair while he
leaned in to softly kiss him.
Matt sighed and melted into
Lucas’s arms, wrapping his
hands around Lucas’s waist as

he leaned in to the kiss. He
closed his eyes until he felt
the

hood

of

Lucas’s

car

against the back of his thighs
as Lucas walked him toward it.

Matt squirmed as Lucas

pressed him against the hood.
He

was

afraid

he

would

embarrass them both if Lucas
continued to kiss him in
public, especially if things
went

the

way

they

were

quickly heading.

“Let’s go home,” Lucas

whispered and kissed Matt’s
forehead before he stood up
and helped him to his feet

once more.

“Please.” Matt could feel

his arousal straining against
his jeans. He needed release so
badly that he was thankful
Lucas had eased up long
enough for them to get back
into the car and drive them
back to Matt’s home.

Matt

gasped

as

Lucas

backed him against the bed,
throwing him off balance as
he kissed Matt feverishly while
unfastening his shirt. He was
so close now as he looked into
his lover’s intense blue eyes
filled with desire. The way

Lucas was going about his task
of

getting

Matt’s

jeans

unfastened, Matt was sure
Lucas was as near the edge as
he was.

Matt’s eyes closed as he

heard the zipper of his jeans
being pulled down with an
urgency he could appreciate.
He knew how much he needed
release, and he could see how
much Lucas needed it also. He
dropped bonelessly to the bed
when Lucas’s fingers slid into
his jeans and grasped his
throbbing erection where it
strained against his briefs. His

body moved instinctively as he
tried to help Lucas remove his
clothes.

“Easy, Matt, slow down.

Shhh,

angel,”

Lucas

whispered. Matt whimpered as
he

moved

against

Lucas’s

hand cradling his balls while
he shed his own clothing. Matt
was

so

aroused

that

he

couldn’t help his reaction.
With a groan, he shot his seed
over Lucas’s hand. He closed
his eyes as he felt tears on his
cheeks; he had so wanted to be
able to please Lucas this time,
but the urgency of his body

had

prevented

that

from

happening.

“Shhh, it’s okay, angel.

It’s okay. It happens to the
best of us.” Lucas ran his
hands across Matt’s chest,
rubbing

his

fingers

gently

around his nipples and making
him

groan.

Feeling

very

vulnerable, Matt tried to move
away.

“Please forgive me. I only

wanted to please you tonight,
and all I’ve done is ruin
everything.” Matt moaned as
Lucas caught him up into a
tight embrace, pulling him

against his chest and running
a hand through his hair,
trying to soothe him.

“How could I be mad at

you for something that wasn’t
your fault? I shouldn’t have
teased you so much at the
club. Will you let me make
love to you?” Lucas asked.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t

think I’m up to that right now.
I’d just like to sleep for a
while,” Matt said gently, afraid
that

Lucas

wouldn’t

understand his reasoning. Why
should I be allowed to feel his
love when I couldn’t keep

myself in control long enough
to give him what he deserves?
Maybe Aran was right; I am a
poor excuse for a lover. Why
would anyone want me?

“It’s okay, I understand.

Come on, let’s get some sleep.”
Lucas shifted so that Matt
could lie in his arms, resting
his head against Lucas’s chest.

Six months later

L

UCAS

smiled at Matt as he

stood

with

his

chocolate-

colored

curls

loose

and

hanging halfway down his
back, framing his face, which
was smiling brightly in return.
Matt smiled so much more
often since they had been
married.

Lucas

shivered

involuntarily

when

Matt’s

hands brushed against his
burgeoning erection, straining
against the front of his jeans.
Matt gently stroked the thick
column of flesh through the
blue denim and kissed the side
of his throat up by his ear,
making Lucas moan.

“Come with me,” Matt

said, taking Lucas’s hand to
lead him into their bedroom.
Lucas was breathing deeply
when he was eased down onto
the bed.

Lucas lay looking up at

Matt before he joined him on
the bed and began to kiss him,
slowly at first, just kissing his
lips and tracing them with his
tongue. As Lucas moaned,
Matt took advantage of the
moment to deepen the kiss
and slide his tongue into
Lucas’s mouth.

Matt pressed his body over

Lucas’s while his hands sought

to undress him. Matt was so
desperate to be with him that
the kiss deepened and he
ground his hips over Lucas’s.
When he ended the kiss, he
saw the look of desire in
Lucas’s eyes, which he knew
echoed his own.

Lucas gasped as the sound

of his zipper being pulled down
split the silence in the small
room. His eyes closed, and he
arched from the bed when the
coolness

of

Matt’s

hand

wrapped

around

his

thick

cock.

“Jesus!” Lucas moaned

when Matt began to ease his
cock out of his jeans. Lucas
pushed up from the bed, eager
to feel more of Matt against
him.

“It’s been a long time,

hasn’t it?” Matt purred into
Lucas’s ear while he pushed up
the

T-shirt

Lucas

wore,

ex posing his chest with its
light covering of hair.

Lucas’s hands tightened

in the bedsheets, and he
groaned when Matt’s strong
tongue started lapping at his
nipples, which were hard as
pebbles. He circled them with

the tip of his tongue before
sliding it over them. Matt was
driving him wild.

Lucas sighed as he felt

Matt’s lips moving lower and
lower on his body, sucking the
skin enough to mark his pale
flesh. He squirmed beneath
him when Matt’s tongue slid
over the head of his cock. It
wept silent tears as it throbbed
with desire, making it harder
to control himself.

Lucas arched up from the

bed, forcing the head of his
rigid member deep into Matt’s
waiting

mouth.

His

eyes

clouded with desire as Matt’s
lips descended over his thick
shaft, taking him inside. Matt
stretched his lips as Lucas slid
deeper into his mouth, until
he could feel himself touching
the back of Matt’s throat. He
couldn’t stop himself from
bucking against Matt’s mouth.

“Oh God. Jesus, don’t

stop!” Lucas moaned as Matt’s
tongue

swirled

around

his

length.

Matt’s

hands

gently

squeezed Lucas’s testicles as
they removed his jeans. Lucas
involuntarily grabbed Matt’s

hair so that he wouldn’t lose
the pleasurable sensation of
his mouth on his cock. Lucas
groaned, what little control he
had slipping away as he fast
approached his release. His
eyes glazed over with desire
when Matt’s fingers rubbed
against the puckered flesh of
his anus, teasing him. “Ohhh
God!” Lucas moaned at Matt’s
fingernails gently raking his
scrotum and rubbing the skin
between his anus and the base
of his cock. Lucas’s hands
clenched the sheets, and his
body arched up off the bed.

The muscles in his biceps
strained as he moved with his
desire.

“Have

you

ever

had

another man pleasure you,
Luc?” Matt asked before he
trailed his tongue down toward
the base of Lucas’s cock.
Lucas nodded in response to
the question. “All the way?”

“No.” Lucas moaned in

reaction

to

Matt’s

gentle

caresses on his balls as his
tongue licked at the soft flesh.
He blushed since he knew that
Matt was teasing him with
questions

that

he

already

knew the answers to.

“Subtle

cock-teasing,

then, baby. I bet you had your
tongue busy in a pretty lady,
didn’t you, Luc?”

Matt shifted them on the

bed so Lucas could watch
them reflected in the mirror.
He lifted Lucas’s legs up over
his shoulders so he could pay
attention to Lucas’s anus to
prepare him.

Lucas clung to the sheet

as Matt’s tongue ran along the
crack of his ass, the sensation
of his tongue as it circled the
puckered flesh making Lucas

moan. His eyes rolled back as
he tensed, trembling. He felt
the

tip

of

Matt’s

tongue

probing inside.

“Oh God, ohhh.” Lucas

groaned when Matt entered his
body with his tongue. He
looked up into the mirror and
moaned at the intox icating
sight of Matt’s head between
his legs.

Matt

continued

his

attention on the tight ring of
Lucas’s anus. After removing
his tongue, he blew gently
over the wet skin, making
Lucas arch up off the bed and

reach out for Matt’s head,
clutching at his hair as he
panted. He was so aroused his
cock was standing proud from
his body, aching for release.

“Please, I need to cum,”

Lucas moaned.

“As you wish, Luc.” Matt

licked the length of Lucas’s
cock, gently nibbling the vein
on the underside before he
licked the precum from its
head.

Lucas looked down, his

hands clinging to Matt’s head
as it descended over his cock.
His

body

surged

with

anticipation as Matt’s mouth
swallowed him whole, moving
up

and

down

slowly,

his

tongue swirling around Lucas’s
aching shaft. He felt his cock
throbbing in Matt’s mouth and
knew he was going to cum.
Matt’s mouth moved faster,
taking him deeper and deeper,
sucking him faster and harder.
Lucas’s body tensed as he
arched up and shot his hot
semen down Matt’s throat in
one, two, three jets. Lucas’s
eyes closed in contentment as
his body shook with release.

M

ATT

let Lucas’s cock slip free

as he swallowed all of Lucas’s
liquid desire. Raising his head,
he

looked

up

at

Lucas,

watching the way his eyes
crinkled in the corners as he
smiled at Matt. He knew how
much Lucas loved him, and he
was going to make love to
Lucas tonight to make his
final dream come true.

“Oh, babe, you taste so

good. Now, are you going to
help me out, or would you like
me to fuck you and fulfill both
our desires? The choice is

yours, Luc.” Matt sat up and
caressed

his

rigid

cock,

rubbing the tip and giving
Lucas a sultry smile.

Lucas reached out and

touched the head of Matt’s
cock as he gently caressed it.

“Oh, babe, you keep that

up and I’ll cum right over
you,”

Matt

gasped

breathlessly.

“Do it,” Lucas moaned as

he clung to the sheet, head
throbbing from the pleasure of
his release. “Fuck me.”

“You sure?”
“Yes, do it before I change

my mind.”

Matt wasn’t quite sure

what he was doing, but he
knew that Lucas needed this
tonight. He leaned over Lucas,
pressing his hands to his chest
and

rubbing

his

nipples.

Moving to straddle Lucas’s
hips, he rubbed his erect cock
against Lucas’s stomach while
he pushed him back into the
bed. Matt’s mouth devoured
Lucas’s, licking and sucking
on his bottom lip before he
kissed

him

deeply.

Lucas

whimpered,

his

arms

scrabbling around Matt’s neck

to paw at the soft flesh of his
back. Sliding his hands down,
he caressed his lover’s ass as
he rocked against him.

Matt came up for air and

tugged gently on Lucas’s lower
lip, his eyes glazed with desire
as he rolled Lucas’s nipple
between his fingers. Lucas
moaned when his balls pressed
tightly against Matt’s, their
cocks resting together as Matt
positioned their bodies so they
would have the most contact
with one another.

“You okay, babe? You look

a little flushed.”

“I’m fine,” Lucas said, his

voice husky with desire.

“Any time you want to

stop, let me know. It will be
fine.” Matt reached down and
took both their cocks in his
hand, stroking over them.
Lucas moaned as Matt’s hand
moved back and forth along
their lengths.

“Ohhh.”

Lucas’s

head

arched back, his throat now
ex posed as he moaned. Matt
leaned down and bit Lucas
playfully in the crook of his
throat beside his collarbone,
marking him so he would have

a reminder of their night
together.

“You like that, don’t you,

babe? You like me to play with
your beautiful cock.”

“Yes,”

Lucas

said

breathlessly. Matt nudged his
head until he looked up into
the mirror again, seeing their
naked bodies together. Lucas’s
honey-colored skin was so
beautiful against the black
sheets and Matt’s olive tones.

Lucas’s hands clung to

Matt’s

buttocks,

and

he

moaned as Matt rubbed their
balls together. Matt cupped

them while his other hand
continued

to

stroke

their

cocks. He’d set his mind to
driving them both almost over
the edge before he would let
Lucas feel him inside.

“Oh God, Luc, you’re so

receptive, so sex y. I could
watch your face for all time as
you ex perience desire.” Matt
watched Lucas close his eyes,
the muscles of his throat
cording with strain as he was
on the verge of orgasm again.
“I’m going to make you cum,
babe, like you’ve never cum
before,”

Matt

purred

into

Lucas’s ear before he gently
bit his lobe.

“Oh God!” Lucas cried out

as his cock ex ploded, shooting
hot jets of semen up his body
and hitting Matt’s chest as he
lay on top of him. Lucas’s
body arched up off the bed,
every muscle tensed against
his

skin

as

his

climax

shuddered through him.

“I told you I’d make you

cum, babe. You ready for
more? Mmmm, you taste so
good, so sweet.” Matt licked
his finger as he scooped up
some of the rapidly cooling

semen from his chest.

“Oh

God.

Oh,”

Lucas

moaned and lowered his body
back to the bed with a sigh.

“I’ll let you rest for a

while, babe. You’re all tired
out,” Matt said. He rolled from
Lucas’s body and caressed his
sweat-covered skin as Lucas
closed his eyes and breathed
deeply.

“Take

your

time.”

Kissing his forehead, Matt
climbed from the bed and
walked

to

the

window,

standing naked and looking
out at the skyline.

When Matt turned around

a few minutes later, he smiled
at the rhythmic rise and fall of
Lucas’s chest as his body lay
curled up on the bed. He was
sleeping,

his

lips

slightly

parted and his cheeks still
flushed with desire as he
snored lightly. Matt crossed
the room and took out some
candles, lighting them and
standing them all around the
room before he closed the
curtains and made his way
back to the bed. Pulling open
the drawer in the bedside
table, he took out the long
plastic vibrator and a tube of

KY Jelly. He smiled as Lucas
rolled onto his stomach while
he slept, crushing his semi-
erect penis against the sheets.
His cute ass rose up while he
slept with his body curled on
the bed.

Matt wanted to eat him

then and there, but he’d
promised Lucas that he would
wait until he was ready. He
took his things over to the
large armchair, where he sat
down

and

made

himself

comfortable so he could reach
his anus with the vibrator.

He smiled to himself as he

thought about inserting the
vibrator into Lucas’s ass and
using it to pleasure him, using
the different settings to drive
him wild as it slid in and out
of his forbidden passage. But
he wanted to see Lucas’s face
as he was penetrated for the
first time, to feel his virgin
muscles clamp down on Matt’s
cock as he slid home for the
first time, filling him to the
root as he felt his balls nestled
against

Lucas’s

taut

ass

cheeks.

Matt covered the vibrator

with the KY Jelly and put

some on his fingers to push
inside,

preparing

himself.

Once he was stretched, he
closed his eyes and slowly
pushed the vibrator inside, his
lips parted as he moaned. He
looked over at Lucas and
smiled; his lover was now lying
on his back. With his long hair
hanging

around

his

face,

sweat-covered

and

slightly

flushed, his body looked like a
god’s as he slept.

Matt

continued

to

pleasure

himself

while

he

watched

Lucas

sleep

for

almost half an hour. Lucas

moaned and moved in his
sleep several times. When he
saw Lucas’s eyes flutter open,
Matt

climbed

from

the

armchair and set the vibrator
down on the dresser, crawling
onto the bed beside him.

“Hey, how are you feeling,

babe?” Matt asked as he
brushed a stray strand of hair
from Lucas’s forehead.

“Fine,”

Lucas

said,

caressing Matt’s face tenderly.
“You took such good care of
me.”

“You’re so beautiful, Luc.

Come here.” Matt reached out

for Lucas, taking him into his
arms.

Lucas moved into Matt’s

embrace, sighing when Matt’s
lips claimed his and Matt’s
fingers played with the soft
hair at the nape of his neck.
Matt

pressed

Lucas

back

against the bed and positioned
himself

between

Lucas’s

thighs. Lucas wrapped his legs
around Matt’s waist. Their
erect cocks rubbed together,
and it made Lucas whimper.
He closed his eyes until Matt
tugged gently on his bottom
lip.

“Do you still want me to

fuck you?”

“Yes.”
“Tell me if I hurt you, all

right?”

“Okay.”

Lucas

still

sounded a bit nervous, but he
nodded.

Lucas closed his eyes and

clung to the sheet, wrapping it
around his hands. He shivered
slightly when Matt’s fingers
rubbed against his anus. A
large, cool blob of KY Jelly
oozed onto the tight ring of
puckered

flesh

as

Matt

prepared him. He rubbed his

fingers gently over Lucas’s
flesh, small circular motions
as he teased Lucas open.

Lucas moaned when Matt

slid a greased-up finger gently
inside his body. His eyes closed
tightly, and Matt could feel
the sphincter contract against
the invading digit.

“It’s okay, Luc, relax .”

Matt caressed Lucas’s cheek
when he gasped. “Look at me,
please.”

Lucas looked up; his blue

eyes were a bit watery, but he
met Matt’s gaze while Matt
slid a second finger into him,

spreading

more

of

the

lubrication

and

gently

stretching him. Lucas relax ed
slightly as Matt soothed him
with gentle kisses and slowly
slid his fingers in and out of
Lucas’s passage. His muscle
clenched around Matt’s fingers
every now and again, his body
beginning to arch up gently as
Matt drove the fingers deeper
into him and Lucas became
accustomed to their size and
length within his body.

“That’s it, Luc, go with

it.” Matt watched Lucas’s eyes
dilate in pleasure. “Are you

ready?”

“Yes, I think so. Just be

gentle,” Lucas said. Relax ing
his grip, he let the sheet free
and flex ed his fingers.

“Don’t worry. We’ll take

this as slow as you want.”

Lucas

closed

his

eyes

briefly as he lay back, and he
grasped the sheet again in
anticipation

of

Matt’s

penetration. He sighed as the
head of Matt’s cock touched
his opening. Matt caressed his
cock gently as he positioned it
so he could penetrate Lucas,
covering its length with the

KY Jelly so he would hurt
Lucas as little as possible.

“Okay, Luc, this might

hurt a little bit, but it gets
better, I promise.”

Lucas nodded and looked

up at Matt. His breathing was
shallow and fast, and he clung
tightly to the sheet as the
head of Matt’s cock slipped
inside and then stopped. Matt
ran his tongue gently over
Lucas’s bottom lip where his
teeth bit into it until Lucas
relax ed, letting Matt’s tongue
slide into his mouth. Matt
kissed him until he could feel

some of the tension in Lucas’s
muscles ease.

“Okay, Luc, you’re doing

so well. You feel so good.”
Matt told him as he caressed
his cheek.

Matt licked at Lucas’s

bottom lip to keep him from
biting it again as his rigid
shaft slowly slid deeper inside.
Matt pulled out and slid back
in again, watching Lucas’s
face relax as it became easier
to move with each stroke.
When Lucas finally let the
sheet free from his fingers,
Matt leaned in to kiss him

again.

Lucas moaned and then

cried out as Matt slid up and
down inside his body. His eyes
were glazed over with desire as
he reached up and clung to
Matt’s shoulders, his breathing
becoming unsteady.

Matt watched Lucas’s face

slowly

transform

into

an

ex pression of sheer ecstasy as
he discovered how good this
felt. Lucas was still tight, and
he just clung to Matt, his eyes
rolled back as he moaned and
raked his fingernails down
Matt’s back, leaving small

scratches in his wake.

Matt’s

own

passion

swelled.

With

Lucas’s

fingernails digging into his
back to urge him on, he slid
into Lucas to the root, his full
balls nestled against Lucas’s
ass as he thrust in fully.

“Oh God!” Lucas gasped

as he clenched his fingers,
digging them into Matt’s soft
flesh.

“That’s it, Luc, let it go.

Come with me.” Matt rubbed
Lucas’s nipples, teasing the
hardened nubs.

Lucas’s

eyes

closed

tightly, and he moaned, his
body tensing. Matt could feel
Lucas’s heart beating like a
drum where his chest pressed
to Matt’s. Lucas clung to Matt,
panting hard. His head arched
up, and he bit into Matt’s
shoulder as Matt thrust faster
and faster, driving his rigid
cock deeper and harder into
Lucas. Matt growled out his
delight at the sensation of
Lucas’s teeth on his flesh, and
he cried out as he watched
Lucas’s body spasm when he
convulsed into his orgasm.
Lucas’s hot semen shot from

his cock over Matt’s chest in
three short bursts as Matt
came hard within Lucas’s ass.

Lucas lay panting on the

bed, his body covered with
sweat, trembling as he stared
up at Matt as if not really
seeing him. Lucas had a smear
of semen on his cheek as he
closed

his

eyes,

and

he

breathed harshly, trying to
come down from the high of
the orgasm.

Matt pulled out of Lucas’s

body and looked down at his
lover, still trembling in the
aftermath of his orgasm. He

knelt beside Lucas on the bed;
leaning down, he kissed his
forehead and licked up the
smear of Lucas’s semen from
his cheek.

“Can’t have you all messy,

now can we?” Matt purred as
he looked deeply into the
desire-glazed blue eyes of his
partner.

L

UCAS

blinked back at Matt.

His throat was hoarse from
moaning, he was ex hausted,
and he ached in places he
never knew could ache.

“Are you all right?” Matt

asked.

“Yes,” was all Lucas could

manage to get out as he closed
his eyes, his chest heaving.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Lucas shook his head, but

he couldn’t stop the tears that
ran from his eyes. He blinked
as he tried to stop them, but it
was no use. Matt looked down
at him, and Lucas could see
the concern on his face when
he leaned down to kissed his
tears away.

“Lucas, please tell me if I

hurt you?” Matt whispered as

he looked into Lucas’s eyes.

“You

didn’t

hurt

me,

angel. I’m just so happy right
now. I have everything I could
have ever hoped for in the
world.”

“What’s

that,

Lucas?”

Matt asked.

“A beautiful and loving

husband who allowed me the
chance to spread my wings
and fly with him,” Lucas said,
smiling brightly.

Matt moved up the bed so

he could lie at Lucas’s side and
gently brushed the soft hair
from Lucas’s face. Lucas let

his eyes drift closed; he was so
tired. Matt’s loving had left
him totally wiped out.

“Sleep now, it’s okay. I

don’t mind.” Matt wrapped his
arms around Lucas’s chest as
they lay together.

“I love you,” Lucas said as

he drifted off to sleep in his
angel’s warm embrace.

About the Author

R

OSINA

S

COTT

lives in a small

Lincolnshire village in the
United Kingdom. She has been
writing fiction for as long as
she can remember and has had
a lifelong dream to be a
published author. Her genres
have been numerous over the
years, but she has recently
found her niche in sensual
male homoerotica.

Rosina

has

an

ex tremely

kinky side and loves seeing

hot men in all manner of
situations involving the more
unusual of pastimes, which
shines through in her work as
she writes fiction with a
strong element of kink and an
underlying tenderness.

You can contact Rosina at
[e-mail].
Visit her blog at

http://rosina-

scott.livejournal.com/

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