Sparky

7.

Nick never had a hangover. It was in his genes. He could drink all night, become terrible drunk, and still wake up fresh as a daisy. That morning it was no different. As soon as he opened his eyes, he remembered everything, fully awake.

He had been to the most exclusive restaurant ever. He had met the chef. He had kissed Angel. He had practically begged the man to sleep with him. He had gone to bed alone.



“Tea,” he decided, climbing out of bed. Naked, he walked to his kitchen, to make a nice cup of tea. His morning erection swayed from left to right with every step, but he ignored it. He didn't like to jerk off in the morning. It would shrink soon enough.



As he passed the door in the hall, he noticed a large, dark shape behind the frosted glass. The first thought was 'Angel?', and he stopped to wait for the doorbell. It didn't ring. After a moment, he slowly unlocked the door, opened it a bit, and peeked outside. It was a garbage bag.



“What the...” Who would put their garbage on his doorstep? A swift look proved him he was alone, so he opened the door a bit further. With a foot, he poked against the bag. It was soft. No garbage, then? Intrigued, he pulled it inside, and quickly closed the door.



The bag was closed with a tie rip. Unable to resist, Nick pulled it off, and carefully looked inside. A pair of big, plastic eyes looked back at him. It was a huge, brown stuffed bear. Nick laughed delightedly –and a bit relieved– as he pulled it out. But there was more. Underneath the bear, Nick found two fluffy blankets. They were purple. He pulled those out as well, and brought it all to his lounge.



There was no doubt about who had left this on the doorstep. Nick tried to avoid it, but the bear was clearly wearing a black ribbon around its neck, with the heavy steel heart engraved with the angel. First, Nick spread the two blankets over his square sofa. Then he put the bear in one of the corners. Only when he took a cup of tea, he settled in, snuggling up against the bear. He looked at the heart for a long moment, before he pulled it off the bear. “Hello, Angel,” he murmured with a smile. “You fool...”



The bear scented faintly of heavy perfume, as if the tattooed man had given it a warm hug before he put it in the bag. Sitting between its paws, Nick drank his tea. The blankets were soft against his skin, the steel heart heavy around his neck. Nick still smiled. Such a romantic fool...



*



Shaving took him close to an hour, that morning. It would take a bit of practice, before he could do it quickly in the morning before work. He would have to set the alarm a bit earlier.

As he usually spent his Saturday nights in the club, dancing, he had no plans for Sunday. Usually, he would hang around in a bathrobe, drinking tea and eating left-overs from the fridge. He wouldn't dress up in old, snugly fitting jeans and his new black dress shirt, or pull on elegant boots. He would certainly not pull on his coat and leave the apartment, and take his car. But then again, he never had someone to go to, other than his friends.



He didn't step out of his car immediately. First he had to calm his heart rate, and dry his sweaty hands. After a few minutes he stepped out, carefully locked his car, and walked to the front door of the small, detached house. He'd rather run back to his car, and flee. But the urge to see Angel again, and to thank him for everything he'd done for him so far, was greater than his urge to escape. He rang the bell.



Angel opened the door, dressed in a white bathrobe. He was brushing his teeth. His hand stopped moving as he saw Nick, a grin slowly appearing around the toothbrush. “Good morning...”



“Hi... I wanted to uhm... to... thank you for last night, and for the bear. And the blankets.”



“And the pendant, and you should come in and make yourself at home.” Stepping aside, he let Nick enter. “Straight ahead, left door. I'll be right back. Tea, I presume?”



Nick wondered if the man had somehow expected him. He surely hadn't expected a welcome like this. “Tea would be lovely, thank you.”



“Herbal, of course. Won't be long. Take a snoop around.”



“Uh... Okay, if you insist,” mumbled Nick. He stepped into the lounge, promising himself he wouldn't judge any mess, or dirt. What he saw, surprised him. There were no porn magazines and used hankies on the sofa, no cheap posters on the wall. It was a very decent living room, with tidy cabinets full of books and small keepsakes, a clean wooden floor with rugs, healthy green plants, framed pictures of people, and a hearth with large candles on the mantel. Nick made a surprised sound.



“Not bad, hm?” Angel put a tray on the rough oak coffee table, with cups, a pot of tea, and a pot of coffee. He had even thought about a plate with brownies. “I'm not as bad as I look, you know. Sometimes you shouldn't judge the book by its cover. Sit down, Nix.”



“It makes me wonder...” Nick sat down, accepting the glass cup. The tea smelled of anise and licorice. Another pleasant surprise. “About what you would look like, if you hadn't been to jail...”



“Mm...” Angel sipped his coffee, leaning back in his chair, keeping the bathrobe modesty closed. “Still tattooed, probably. Just differently. Better job, more money. The fact I took you out to that place doesn't mean I'm rich.”



“Oh, I know,” Nick waved it away. “Your brother made that possible. Still, I had the best time ever. Now I have to think of something else to wish for my birthdays...”



“I'm sure you can think of something. Why didn't you just call me?”



“I have a very good reason to that... Like, I don't have your phone number?” Nick smirked.



“You could've asked Sparky... He would have asked Grizzly, and you would've known. Don't be afraid to be a bit more inquisitive, Nixy. If you want to get to know me, go ahead...”



Angel looked so friendly, so much at ease, even while covered in tattoos and only dressed in a bathrobe. Nick felt more relaxed because of the calm display. “I'll ask more about you, then,” he promised. “So... Do you ask my friend about me...?”



“Of course. Sparky didn't tell me anything I didn't know though. Told you; you're like an open book to me.” He crossed his legs. Nick tried to take a peek of what was hidden underneath, and wasn't disappointed. He blushed a bit as he saw the dark pubic hair, and the soft, relaxed cock resting on the heavy testicles.



As Angel saw him looking, his cock jerked up a bit. He smiled, finishing his coffee. “Too bad I just showered,” he said, standing up. He slowly untied his bathrobe, standing close in front of Nick. “You can't smell me. But you can look... Would you like to?”



“Uh-huh...” Nick nodded, eyes growing wider. “Please,” he added, just in case. Angel scared him a little, just enough to excite him.



Angel dropped the robe. Ten years in prison had been enough to get black tattoos all over, and for a few impressive scars. The muscles were probably another remembrance. The healthy layer of fat was obviously the result of a good life after being released. A stripe of dark hair pointed down to curly pubic hair, sprouting the slowly growing cock and heavy, hairy balls. “Do you want this to be yours, Nixy?”



Nick nodded again, slowly, as if he was enchanted. “Very badly, Angel...”



“Touch me, then. Claim me. I will do whatever I want, with you, so do the same...” Stepping closer, he took Nick's hands, and placed them on his behind. He was warm and soft. Nick pressed his face against the man's stomach, smelling the perfume of bath foam and a hint of musk. The hardening cock pressed against his throat, feeling warm and smooth, and rather invitingly. Before Nick could do anything else, Angel stepped back. “Up,” he commanded. “To bed. I want to rub you in oil, and take a good look at every inch of you.”



Without as much of a hesitation, Nick followed Angel up to the bedroom. His eyes were glued on the man's butt as they went up the stairs. He tried to repress the urge to smack it, but failed. Angel laughed darkly at the touch.



“Careful now, little Nixy... You remember my warning; if you smack me, I'll smack you back...”



“As long as you don't hit me in the face,” said Nick with a slight shrug. He entered the bedroom. It was small, but fresh. Angel shut the windows and closed the curtains, and flicked on some lights. Abruptly turning, he grabbed Nick at his hips. Nick yelped as he got thrown on the mattress.



“Now,” rumbled Angel, “it's time to see you naked. Open that shirt before I rip it.” He opened the jeans, and tugged them down. Nick was naked before he could even think about protesting. The large hands slid over his skin, exploring him, avoiding the arousal for the moment. “Very nice,” he concluded. “Turn on your belly.”



Nick rolled over, trying to relax. He trembled of anticipation and fright. His experiences weren't particularly pleasant, so far. He silently prayed the man would at least be gentle, and closed his eyes.



Angel straddled him. “Cold? No? Good. Then stop shaking like that. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise.” He rubbed his hands together, and then took Nick's shoulders in a firm grip. To Nick's surprise, he began to massage him, firmly and thoroughly, using scented oil. “Better, hm? Relax, beautiful... Give in to your feelings.”



The soft rumbling voice, combined with the warm hands massaging him, was enough to stop the trembling. Nick sighed deeply, feeling relaxed and at ease, enjoying his first full body massage. Angel was good. He rubbed the oil from Nick's neck to his feet, with patience and care. When he told Nick to roll on his back, the young man had difficulty to move. He spread his legs a bit as the hands kneaded his thighs. By then, he was open to anything. He only sighed as the oily hand slid over his testicles, sending a delicious spark through his groin.



Angel sat on his knees, pulling Nick's legs at his sides. He massaged his smooth chest now, focusing on the nipples, erecting them. Leaning over, he first kissed the buttons, and then nipped at them. Giving more kisses, he crept up to Nick's lips. Nick barely moved as they kissed, deepening it, eagerly sucking the intruding tongue. Angel's hands slid down over the stomach. Finally, breaking the kiss to take a look at his face, he took the erection in his hand.



Nick responded with a groan, squirming delightedly. He spread his legs some more as he felt the hard cock slide along his notch. Relaxed as he was, Angel found no resistance as he pushed against the puckered ring of muscle. He pulled out again, and pushed in a bit deeper, repeating it until he could slide in completely.



“Oh, Angel...” Nick curled his hands around the man's upper arms, digging his nails into the skin. He felt warm, fuzzy, and loved. This was not how he expected it to be, when he came down here. This was a million times better...



With slow rolls of his hips, Angel slid in and out. He stopped when Nick cried out softly, and focused on that spot in the young man's body. Nick's cock leaked precome as he rubbed against the prostate. Using it to lube his already oily hand, he began to stroke him, without pressure on his fingers, sliding lightly along the shaft.



It drove Nick crazy. His hands fell on the mattress, digging into the sheets. His head rolled from left to right, his back arched. He already breathed heavier, trying to keep control without success. His climax was approaching, unstoppable, and Angel seemed to be determined to make it unforgettable.

Right at the moment when the first spasm pumped up his sperm, Angel let go. He pushed in deeply, harder, and fell on his hands. Nick uttered a cry as he continued coming without being touched, stimulated only by the now roughly sliding cock. Angel grunted and huffed above him, pushing through the contractions. A new sensation filled Nick's rectum. It felt hot, it prickled, and he cried out again as he realized the man came inside of him, without the protection of a rubber. At that moment, he didn't give a damn. He just wanted to feel more.



With a final push of his hips, Angel buried deeply inside, and held still. He breathed heavily as he looked down on Nick's face, smiling, reaching up to caress the heated cheek. “Good?”



“Yes...” Nick replied breathlessly, looking back from under his half-closed eyelids. His chest rose with every gasp for air. “Amazing...”



Angel winked at him, and touched the heavy pendant. “You're mine, now,” he declared. “Sexy little fairy...” He slid out as his cock had shrunk, followed by a gulp of sperm. Lying down on top of Nick, he pulled him between his arms, and kissed him warmly. “Don't worry, by the way,” he murmured. “I've been tested very recently, just for this occasion. I know you're clean too. Sparky told me.”



Making a mental note to have a serious talk with Robin soon, Nick answered the embrace and kiss with passion. He felt amazing, sensing all kinds of new emotions and desires. So this was how it felt to be in love...? It felt unbelievably great... “I bet you have a lot in store for me,” he said softly. “Haven't you?”



“Oh, yes,” smiled Angel. “Stick around long enough, and you'll experience more pleasure and pain you've ever fantasized about.”



Pain? Nick blinked. “What do you mean?”



“Don't start shaking again,” laughed Angel, pinching him. “I'll never just hurt you, sweety. Trust me, you'll love everything. I'm no sadist, if that's what you're worried about.”



“I really don't know anything about you, do I?” Nick observed the man's face, trying to read him like the man seemed to be able read him. “You scare me, in a strange, exciting way.”



“Good. I hope I'll intrigue you for a lot longer.” Angel climbed out of bed. “I'll get the tea up. Take a rest, hm?”



“Okay.” But as soon as the man had left the room, Nick rolled to the bedside cabinet, and opened the drawer. He found what he dreaded to find. Handcuffs, a short leather whip, dildos... He was in for more new sensations, it seemed. He shivered a bit, but more out of anticipation rather than fear, he realized.



When Angel came back, Nick was holding up a pair of handcuffs. “Which one of us will be wearing these?” he asked daringly, slightly grinning.



Angel laughed. “Just remember, Nixy... You hurt me, and I'll hurt you...”



That seemed fair enough, now. Nick's grin broadened, and he spread his arms. “Kiss me,” he ordered. “Lover...” Angel kissed him, with breathtaking passion.



Fun had just begun.



End (for now :))

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