While he collapsed on my bed, I gasped for air. Shit, that was intense! For a moment I thought I’d given my last blowjob. When my head stopped spinning, I crawled over to the edge of the mattress.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice a little hoarse. Uriah was lying on his back, his eyes closed and his chest heaving.
“I don’t know. I’ve never felt anything like that in my entire life! Is that what sex feels like?” Opening his eyes, he gazed at me in wonder.
“Sex is better, but it’s pretty darn close.”
“Wow!” Uriah gingerly pushing himself into a sitting potion. “Man, that’s wild!” his eyes were gleaming, but a lewd belch from me quickly dimmed them. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“I’m fine.” I insisted, sitting down beside him. As I did so, my stomach gurgled wetly and another burp escaped. “Although I don’t think I’ll have to eat for a week. Man, that load was huge! When was the last time you busted a nut?”
“This morning.”
“Wow!”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he started to look worried as my belly unleashed another watery gurgle.
“Relax, I’m fine.”
Uriah didn’t look entirely convinced, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he turned his attention to his tapering erection which was still sticking out of his fly. After he’d tucked it away, we cuddled while watching Princess Bride. It’s one of my favorite films of all time. When the movie was over, we lay facing each other, our noses practically touching. Looking into his eyes, I was once again reminded of what an interesting person he is. A true cocktail of contradictions. He is so clueless about so many things, yet seems so bright. When we're together, he is calm, cool and collected, yet he is never completely at ease. His smile comes easy, but there is always a little tension in his shoulders. Uriah seldom if ever made jokes, but I know he has a sense of humor. Sometimes when he looks at me, I get the feeling he wants to tell me something, but doesn’t have the nerve. I was still doing my best to be cautious, but I wanted to get to know him. Every part of him. I desperately wanted to unlock the mystery behind those gorgeous eyes. Speaking of, Uriah currently looked like he was about to fall asleep when his watch started beeping. He slowly raised his head, his eyes coming into focus.
“I guess I’d better take off.” He moved to get up, but I grabbed his arm.
“No way, mister.” I said, climbing on top of him. “You’re not leaving. Not after what we did.”
“You want me to stay the night?”
Mimicking a teenaged girl, I twirled an invisible lock of hair while chewing some imaginary bubblegum. “Well, duh.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.” Taking his hand, I placed it on my belly. My way of showing him I was finally comfortable with him touching me. Don’t get me wrong, I still intended to lose the weight, but I was no longer going to shy away from him. Uriah’s pale gold eyes stared intently at his hand as it slowly glided across me, taking in every curve. Still caressing my girth, his gaze came up to meet mine.
“You’re prefect,” he whispered, pushing up off the bed and kissing me. We made out for a few more seconds before he excused himself to the bathroom. I still wanted to know what he did in there, but I was happy for now. I wasn’t ready to unleash my demons so why should he? When he got back, we stripped down to our underwear and climbed under the covers.
“Are you a heavy sleeper?” Uriah asked, pulling me to him.
“The heaviest.”
“Good.” When I gave him a questioning look he just smiled. God, he has such a beautiful smile. Giving me a quick peck on the lips, he let his head sink into the pillow, his eyes still locked on me. Why does he look at me like I’m the only boy in the world? It’s okay. I could get lost in those eyes for eons.
Turning out my bedside lamp, I placed my head on his chest and closed my eyes. That night I dreamed of being wrapped in a warm cocoon of feathers. They tickled my face and brushed my feet. I felt so safe and warm. But when I woke up, the good feeling was gone. My first thought was that Uriah had abandoned me, but opening my eyes I found him right by my side. He was already awake, studying me. Was he watching me sleep? This thought warmed my heart, but I couldn’t enjoy it. Something was wrong.
“Are you okay?” my boyfriend asked.
Instead of answering, I jumped from the bed and bolted down the hall. I made it to the bathroom just in time. Falling to my knees, I threw up into the toilette. What the hell? The feeling in my gut reminded me of the time my grandfather took me and Mathew to try Indian food. The food was great, but I got horrible food poisoning. How did I get food poisoning? I haven’t eaten anything weird in years. I didn’t have time to decipher the source of my ills. Within seconds, I was puking again. To make matters worse, Uriah entered the bathroom, his face full of concern.
“Leave,” I groaned, my elbows resting on the toilette seat as I tried to fight back the nausea. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”
“It’s okay,” he murmured, coming to kneel beside me, his hand between my shoulder blades. “I don’t care how you look.”
I would have argued, but another round of vomit took over. As I heaved and coughed, Uriah rubbed my back. That’s how I spent the rest of the morning. With my face buried in a toilette. It felt like forever, but it couldn’t have been more than three hours. The whole time he watched me with huge, sad eyes. He didn’t just look concerned, there was fear there too. I felt awful, but there was no reason for him to be scared. I’ve gotten food poisoning before and I’ll probably get it again. At ten ’til ten, my stomach settled down a little. As I got shakily to my feet, Uriah looked at me like I was on my death bed.
“This is my fault,” he whispered, tears brimming in his eyes.
“How so?”
He paused. “I shouldn’t have made you swallow my… you know.”
“You think your baby batter gave me food poisoning?” That idea hadn’t even crossed my mind. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Why?”
“First of all, that’s not the first time I’ve had a cream milk shake, if you know what I mean. Also, why would that make me sick? It’s just protein.” Uriah nodded, but he still didn’t look happy. “Hey.” I reached over and touched his arm. “This isn’t your fault. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but it has nothing to do with you.”
Uriah was silent for a moment, then he asked, “Is the sickness over?”
“If I’m lucky.”
“And if you’re not?”
“There’s going to be a shit storm. Literally.” I prayed it didn’t come to that, but my insides were still a watery mess. I feared it was just a matter of time before round two. There was no way Uriah was sitting in on that.
Flushing the toilette, I went over to the mirror. Great, I look just as horrible as I feel. My skin was pallid, I had red circles around my eyes and my hair was a mess. Grabbing my toothbrush and squeezing on a dollop of paste, I did my best to eliminate the taste of vomit. While I worked the bush over my teeth, Uriah watched silently. Once I’d rinsed my mouth out, he immediately swooped in for a kiss, but I had to pull away. I might be minty fresh, but I was still feeling pretty under the weather.
“Sorry, I’m still not feeling well,” I said as he watched me intently.
“What can I do to help?”
“Just hold me.”
Returning to my room, we lay back down and cuddled. I still felt like a burbling swamp of slop, but in his arms the world felt like a much better place. The sickness was there, but I still managed to fall asleep. I don’t know how long I was out, but I woke to the sound of Uriah’s whispered voice. Who is he talking to? Feeling his hand against my belly, I quickly got my answer. My insides were making wet gurgling sounds. As the battle raged on, he did his best to calm the storm.
“Please forgive me. It wasn’t my intention to upset you. You know that, right? It’s just that I really like him. Do me a solid and settle down. Aaron is a good per
son. He doesn’t deserve this.”
I wanted to hear more, but I couldn’t help the snicker that escaped my lips. “Dude, are you talking to my stomach?”
When Uriah looked up and saw me watching him, his cheeks turned apple red. He immediately pulled away, his eyes looking anywhere, but at me. “No, of course not. That would be crazy. I’m not crazy.”
“Actually, I think it’s kind of hot.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. If I didn’t feel like shit, I’d be all over you.”
“Too bad you feel like shit.”
“Yeah, speaking of…” I slid off the edge of the bed. “I think it’s time for round two.” When Uriah made a move to follow me, I held up a hand. “Not this time. I appreciate you holding back my hair and all, but I’d rather do this alone.”
The only plus about spending the next two hours on the pot, is that I probably lost those extra pounds I gained. Otherwise it was a horror show. When it was all over, I took a long, long shower. I was no longer afraid of Uriah ditching me. If he can handle this, he can handle anything.
Once I was dried and dressed, I left the bathroom and headed back down the hall to my room. When I reached my doorway, I found Mathew with a few of his friends interrogating Uriah. He was sitting on my bed looking like a cornered animal while they hurled questions at him.
“Where are you from?”
“Why are you here?”
“Are you good or evil?”
“Mathew!” I screamed, charging into my room. “Take your friends and get the fuck out of my room!” I hadn’t heard a single question from him, but the fact that he’d brought a crowd to gawk really pissed me off. I remembered the look on Uriah’s face when my little bother said he didn’t look human. How could I forget? He’d looked mortified. I also remember him telling me about how he was picked on for being different. So far he seemed pretty confident and I wanted to keep it that way. I certainly didn’t want him feeling like a freak. So, he looks different? That’s what I like about him.
After Mathew and his friends scurried from my room, I slammed the door shut. I still couldn’t believe my little brother would do that. When I turned around, Uriah was right behind me. Not expecting this, I jumped backward and hit my head on the door. He reached out and pulled me to him. His eyes were a molten pool of desire.
“I’m so sorry about Mathew. He’s not normally like that.”
“I don’t want to talk about that.” A second later, his lips were pressed tightly against mine. Pushing me up against the door, he kissed me like his life depended on it. He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth, searching it, then possessing it. Once he claimed my lips, he then sank to his knees, his hands working at me belt.
“I want to do for you what you did for me,” he said, his voice gruff.
“Are you sure?” My knees were on the verge of buckling. If not for the door, I’m sure I would've collapsed.
“I’m sure.” Gently easing down my fly, he reached in a pulled me out. My hands gripped his powerful shoulders as he slid me into his mouth. I grunted like an animal as his full lips enveloped me. He sucked me down just like that Mango Squeeze. God! It feels better than I imagined!
“Holy shit!” My hips bucked violently as he worked me like a pro. There’s no way he’s never done this before. I might have been worried about hurting him, but who am I kidding? The guy was a rock. He took each of my thrusts with stride, sucking harder until I unloaded into him. Without hesitation he gulped down every last drop. When I was spent, I collapsed onto his waiting arms. Kissing me softly, he carried me over to the bed and laid me down. Climbing in beside me, he wrapped me in his arms. He may be built like a giant, but he had the tenderness of a lamb. Closing my eyes, I slipped into a pleasure coma.
Chapter 7
Uriah
I won’t lie. I was scared. My relationship with Aaron was rocky at best and for a while I was afraid I’d lost him. After what happened at the art show, I seriously began to wonder if he’d ever let me back in. Thankfully we overcame that hurtle. I was still afraid of slipping up and losing track of time, but I wasn’t going to let that get in the way. Setting the alarm on my watch definitely helped. Don’t know why I never thought of that before. Still, I had concerns. I’ve never gotten this far in a relationship before. I had no idea what to expect. Dating a girl was challenging enough. This was a whole other ball game. I assumed Aaron being a guy would make things easier, but it didn’t. Not really. He didn’t act like a girl, but I still felt like I was dating one. When he wouldn’t let me touch him, I was forcefully reminded of my first girlfriend. Whenever I tried to go for a boob, she’d always slap my hand away. Just my luck I choose the one guy who wants to take it slow. I could barely look at him without getting a hard-on. How he managed to control himself is beyond me. Several times I wondered if he didn’t find me attractive, but I knew that wasn’t true. He couldn’t keep his eyes off me. I’d told myself that I could wait, but as each day slipped away, my sexual frustration mounted. I was a seventeen, almost eighteen year-old virgin and I’d had enough.
Aaron shut down sex, but he did give me something else. Something I’d heard mention in the hallways of my school, but had never had the opportunity to experience myself. Honestly, I’d begun to think it was a myth. Oral sex? How does that even work? When I was fourteen, the idea sounded insane. Now I couldn’t believe what I’d been missing. As Aaron took me into his mouth, I once again felt resentful for all the time I’d lost. Years of experiences and connections gone and for what? I might have taken an emotional tail spin if the explosion of pleasure hadn’t knocked me off my feet. All the anger and resentment vanished in a millisecond. All that mattered was here and now. Every misgiving, every doubt ebbed into nothingness. I was beginning to believe that everything would be okay until Aaron started getting sick. Really sick. He looked like he was knocking on Death’s door.
In the euphoria of my orgasm, I forgot that I wasn’t human. I had no idea how my fluids would affect him. According to my mother, Antomolites and humans can interbreed, but Flyers aren’t like the others. Our genetic make-up is a little different. I’d hoped that my genetic suppressant would eliminate any problems, but seeing my boyfriend on his knees puking his guts out scared me. It scared the living daylights out of me. All kinds of thoughts raced through my mind. Is this the reason my mother didn’t want me with a human? Did she know this would happen? Is he going to die? Have I killed him?! While he was in the bathroom for round two, I sat alone on his bed fearing the worst. I almost didn’t hear my watch as it started to beep. Here we go again. While Aaron was heaving into the toilette, I really hadn’t wanted to leave his side, but I feared I might have to when the three-hour mark began to approach. Fortunately, he got a much needed break. While he slept, I allowed my wings to emerge. Now, he’d been in the bathroom for another three hours and my wings yearned to break free. Once again, I didn’t resist. Climbing out of bed, I waited for the pale blue feathers to surface. There wasn’t enough room here for my wings to fully extend, but it was good enough. They had just finished engulfing my surroundings when there was an abrupt knock on the door. My heart skipped a beat. Is that Aaron? Is he okay? Crap, I can’t let him in here! My wings weren’t ready to retract. Before I could decide what to do, the bedroom door burst open and Mathew appeared. His mouth instantly gaped when he saw me. Instinctively I bought my wings closer to my body, but there was no hiding them.
“I knew you weren’t human!” he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. “Are you an angel?”
I just stared at him, too stunned to think. Too scared to move, or even breathe.
“This is so cool!” Mathew gushed and a second later he was gone. In his absence I collapsed to my knees, my heart brimming with fear. This is the moment my mother warned me about. I wasn’t careful and now someone has seen me! The real me. The volcano in my mind was so loud, I almost didn’t hear the multiple footsteps scampering down the hallway. Please retract, I thought, hurrying to the door. J
ust as I slid it shut, my wings slipped back into their cage. It’s a good thing to because the door didn’t stay closed for long. A second later it burst open and a hoard of little kids came swarming in.
“Where are they?”
“You told us he had wings.”
“He does. He must have hidden them.”
As the kids hurled their questions at me, I retreated not knowing what to do. When I was on the verge of suffering cardiac arrest, Aaron appeared. He looked enraged, his deep green eyes burning bright. Oh, god! My boyfriend! This is it. It’s over. If my mom finds out someone saw me, she’ll whisk me back to our world. I’ll never see him again. As my mind swam, I realized there was only one thing to do. Live each moment like it was my last. I’ve never given a blowjob before. Honestly, the thought hadn’t cross my mind until that very moment. All I could think about was giving Aaron the same gift that he’d given me. When he collapsed in my arms, I knew I’d succeeded. There’s no way he’s forgetting that.
As he slipped into unconsciousness, my mind went back to Mathew. How many people will he tell about me? Who among them will believe him? Will Aaron believe him? I never thought much about my appearance before, but Mathew’s words before he saw my wings were starting to haunt me. Is there something otherworldly about me? Do other people see it? Aaron didn’t seem to. He did look at me in wonder, but I never got the feeling he was questioning my humanity. Maybe Mathew saw something others didn’t. Little kids do find it easier to believe in the unbelievable. If he told an adult he’d seen an angel, they probably wouldn’t believe him. But Aaron might. I knew he had questions about me. I saw it on his face every time I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Still, there are more believable answers than I’m an angel.
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