by Rosina Scott
“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 next 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.
MATT 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 explain,” Matt stuttered when the older man raised an eyebrow.
“There’s no need to explain. 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 uncharacteristically 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 extensions. 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.
LUCAS 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 exactly 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, fixing 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 next. 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, exposing 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, exposing 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 next. 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 next 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.
MATT 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.
LUCAS 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 to
gether, 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.