Not So Wingless
Zak swore loudly, and quickly hauled
his leg out of the sharp thorny bush, but it was too late. He heard the
rip of the fabric - looked with dismay at the gash in his jeans. Half
the knee was torn open and there was a further split up to his thigh,
exposing his skin through the ruined material. Jeez, he’d never
realised the dangers of being small in amongst the beauties of
Nature! He pushed on further through the undergrowth, trying to reach
the sound of running water. He was parched and tired after getting lost
several times in the forest on his way back to camp, and he wished he
hadn’t been so goddamned proud, insisting he didn’t need a guide. But
he was tired of being the butt of all the fairies’ jokes; tired of
being seen as something inferior, just because he didn’t have wings.
He’d set off bravely enough, but things hadn’t gone well. He’d
forgotten some of the directions – he was constantly dodging under
foliage to escape the sudden, warm showers – nothing was familiar to
him in any way. And soon it’d be getting dark – he could see the sun on
its way to setting above the trees. Shit, everything seemed so far away
and so difficult to reach when you were only inches high!
He
pushed aside some vines and felt the muscles of his arms protest at the
effort. He worked out – of course he did! – but this was a whole new
game. His shoulders ached – his chest strained against almost every
step. He knew he was panting, and his blond hair was sticky with sweat
against his forehead and neck with the humidity. Now that his clothes
were torn, he could feel the brush of the ground ferns directly against
his skin, and the draft of fresh air licked round his legs. Something
small and damp slithered over his feet. It all made him shiver.
The laughter came from high in the trees, a rich, masculine sound. Zak scowled.
“So how are you managing in the forest now, human?” There was another laugh and the whirring sound of wings above his head.
“Fine without your help, Pips,” Zak growled.
“Wasn’t offering it, human!” grinned the flying boy, hovering above him, just out of reach. “Just enjoying the entertainment!”
Zak
fumed. Fucking creature! Brawn over brain personified, hostile since
they first met, always goading him, mocking him, never getting near
enough to really face up to him…
“Huh?” For a second,
Pips hung close enough to his face so that he could look directly into
those deep, mischievous green eyes. “Is that some kind of challenge
there, boy? Think you can take me on?”
“Any time,” snarled Zak.
His feet felt sticky in the thick soil of the forest bed – he could
feel burrs stuck down the back of his sleeveless vest. If the damned
pest would just stay still for a second, so that he could get in a proper swing at him -!
Then
suddenly Pips had landed right in front of him, nose to nose, wings
still vibrating. Zak stared into his eyes, startled – felt the thread
of a stray orange hair up his nose – smelled the soft, earthy sweat on
the creature’s barely clothed body. Pips pushed at him, knocking him
back a step. “Wanna try it, human?” he hissed. He looked Zak up and
down, scornfully. “You think you’re dressed for it? Fit enough for it?”
Zak
glared back. Pips was built, there was no denying it. The muscles of
his shoulders were wide, his arms well developed. His neck was long and
the pulse throbbed deeply against it. His torso was tight with more
muscle, with just the slightest of curve at his waist. Guy had a
six-pack to be proud of…
Zak found his eyes dropping further
down, admiring the slim hips, the long legs that emerged from the
ridiculous foliage garment that he wore round his waist. Pips wore as
little as possible – but Zak had to admit, why would he need any more
than that? He lived in the forest, alongside other creatures just like
him, living in amongst raw nature. He had no need of stupid, clumsy
jeans, and sticky vests, and sneakers that caught on fallen branches,
and bit into his toes where they weren’t meant to…
Pips pushed
again, and Zak was caught off guard. He stumbled further back than a
step, one of his laces catching under his sole, and suddenly the ground
was slipping away beneath him and he was sliding backwards and down on
to his ass. Last thing he saw was Pips’ shocked expression, then he was
falling and rolling, faster and faster, and suddenly plunged into cold
- so cold! - water.
He yelled, loudly. The water rushed
into his mouth, and the last thing he remembered was the rushing noise
in his ears and his body dragging him down, and down…
*
Zak
lay gasping on the shore of the river, flat on his back, and soaked to
the skin. He turned his head to one side and heaved the last remains of
bile and water out of his gut, on to the soft ground. He’d lost a shoe
– his vest was ripped down the middle so that his chest was bared. Most
of all, he felt humiliated at having been hauled out of the river – by
his feet - by a damned forest fairy.
Pips flew into view, his
head upside down to Zak’s, his eyes travelling up and down the human’s
panting body. “I didn’t know you couldn’t swim,” he said thoughtfully.
It didn’t sound much like an apology.
“I can swim,”
gasped Zak, and he coughed some more. His strength was returning. “But
not when I’m thrown in over my head, and I’m only the size of a bug!”
“Bug, eh?” Pips’ voice was low, and a little menacing.
Zak
struggled to sit up. He toed off his other, useless sneaker and
shrugged off the rags of his vest. He’d lost the button of his jeans,
and the fly gaped open at the top. Drops of river water ran down the
central channel of his chest, pooling in his navel and trickling on
down into his sodden jeans. When he glanced around, he saw Pips was
hovering at his side, a few feet away. He was watching the water
droplets’ trail. There was the suspicion of a smile at his wide mouth.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” Zak said, furiously. “My stuff’s ruined! I’m almost naked, like you are!“
“Yeah.
Almost…” drawled Pips. His green eyes were feral – they’d lifted up
from Zak’s groin, now following the line of the human’s breast bone,
flickering over the wide brown nipples, erect from the shock and the
cold of his near drowning. “So what’s your problem? Clothes aren’t
needed here.”
“Oh cute,” snapped Zak. “You forget I’m not an insect creature like you.”
Pips
continued to look at Zak’s naked torso with interest. Zak’s skin was
shining damply. The late afternoon sun dappled through the leaves of
the forest trees, and glinted its reflection in the drops still
clinging to his rib cage. His blond hair was dark with water, and
plastered possessively to his thick neck. His blue eyes glared at the
flying creature.
The tip of Pips’ tongue slipped out to
moisten his lips, and for an instant his wings buzzed furiously at his
back. “You said it, human. Very cute.”
Zak felt
strangely hot. He wondered if he’d caught some forest infection – maybe
some parasitical spoor had hold of him even now, its poison flowing
through his veins. “I’ll have you know I’m OK for a human, bug-boy,” he
hissed.
He pulled himself up to his knees, but before he could
stand up straight, Pips swooped down to hover only inches in front of
him. The fairy leant down and tangled his hand in Zak’s wet hair,
jerking his head up to face him. “So you’re a good specimen, are you?
Typical of what human girls might find attractive?” His breath was
sharp with the tang of something fruity. “Or maybe boys?” His lips were full and grinning and suddenly Zak had an urge to taste
him. To put his lips against the fairy’s laughing, mocking mouth – to
swallow the mischievous words – to open his own mouth so that Pips
could thrust his tongue into him and lick around the inside, hungrily
claiming him…
Seemed like Pips had the same urge as well.
He gripped harder at Zak’s hair and bent the human’s head back, baring his neck. “Let’s see, shall we? Let’s see just how good
a specimen you are.” He buzzed in, so close to Zak that the human could
feel his breath on his ear, and then the fairy’s lips opened slightly
and his tongue slipped out to lick at Zak’s throat. Zak gasped. Pips
lapped up the cool water glimmering along the tendons – sucked at the
wetness at the base of his throat where it joined his collarbone. His
tongue traced the path of drips along his shoulder, then teased gently
at the crease of his armpit.
He held Zak tightly, but the
human could have wrenched himself away if he’d wanted to. But he knelt
there, fists clenched at his sides, his head stretched back under the
fierce caresses.
When Pips’ mouth travelled back up to his chin,
lapping gently along the line of his strong jaw, Zak began to shiver.
And then Pips lifted his lips a little further and pressed them down
firmly on the human’s mouth. He was firm and warm and very masculine to
the touch; and Zak opened his mouth without being asked.
*
“Shit!”
said Zak. His heart was beating very fast. He’d never done anything
like this before – never let a guy touch him like this before! But his
nerves throbbed with excitement – his body ached for more of it. His
tongue felt a little numb, after Pips’ tongue had slipped forcefully
around it, inside his mouth, sucking at the soft skin of his lip,
thrusting his tongue in and out in a parody of something even hotter.
He couldn’t seem to catch his breath properly anymore.
Pips
leant back and tilted his head to one side. His hand was still tangled
in Zak’s hair, and his eyes sparkled like a wild cat’s in the failing
light of day. “Is that cry good or bad, human? Your voice sounds angry
– but your face looks excited.”
“What the hell are you doing, kissing me?” Zak knew he sounded breathless. “Is that what fairies do here in the forest?”
Pips
grinned. “So you don’t want to answer my question. OK, I’ll take all
that moaning as good, then.” His eyes raked over Zak’s mouth, like he
was considering leaning back in for more of its taste. “Very good, human. And to answer you, we don’t bother much about when or why we kiss here. Or who,
for that matter,” he added, mischievously. “Is that another problem
with you?” He reached his free hand up to Zak’s face and drew his
strong fingers along the smooth jawline. Zak didn’t flinch, but his
pupils widened. Pips laughed, very softly. “You humans seem to have a
hell of a lot of these problems. Let’s take off the rest of these wet clothes and see just how much of a forest dweller you might actually be…”
His
free hand reached to Zak’s jeans and tugged them sharply down to a pool
of material at his knees. The fabric ripped even further – Zak felt
unbalanced. He saw Pips eyes widen at the sight of his damp boxer
shorts. They didn’t cover much more than the fairy’s own loincloth-type
clothing. And to Zak’s growing humiliation, they weren’t even covering
his own body particularly well. He was suddenly aware of the heat and
the swelling in his groin, and his cock nudging insistently at the
front of his boxers. The underwear clung round his growing shaft, the
thin fabric wet from his soaking, damp from the leaking stickiness of
his own excitement. And all the time, he was being watched by Pips’
greedy expression.
Zak felt a sudden rush of heat to his
brain. He should be resisting this, shouldn’t he? It was outrageous –
it was shocking! His hand lifted of its own volition and he swung out
at Pips. He’d been a good boxer at high school – he had good control of
his body –
But there was a sudden buzz of sound and air flowing
past his face, and Pips had moved swiftly out of his reach. Zak kicked
his way out of his ruined jeans and leapt to his feet, but suddenly
Pips was behind him again, catching his wrist easily, spinning him off
balance, not allowing him to touch the fairy.
“You don’t play
fair!” growled Zak. One minute Pips was in front of him, then the
laughing eyes were sweeping away to the side, then the mocking mouth –
the rich, firm, damp, tasty mouth – was behind him, always one
step ahead of him. “You rely on those wings to get out of trouble!
Guess you’re too scared to meet me face to face –“
Pips was
suddenly in front of him, his brow creased in anger and amazement.
“Scared, eh? You better watch what you say, human, you’re too far from
home to be safe from the dangers here without proper protection –“
“What –your
protection?” scoffed Zak. He was panting from trying to catch up with
the fairy. He was angry, too. And maybe just a little eager to get hold
of him for more reasons than revenge. “Why should I have any respect
for you? You mess about, you mock me, you don’t take any of it seriously –“
Suddenly
Pips’ wings thrummed even more fiercely, Zak could feel the vibrating
air around him, lifting the blond hair on his neck. The fairy’s body
swung past him, a lean, strong leg brushing against his hip. Locks of
orange hair whipped across his face, and he felt the smooth bone of the
boy’s bangles as an arm gripped his shoulder and spun him round to face
his tormentor.
“So what is it you want me to be serious about,
human?” Pips’ bare torso was glinting with sweat, the muscles in his
legs taut with the effort of keeping himself aloft and facing Zak.
“Face
me on equal terms,” Zak muttered through gritted teeth. He could feel
the boy’s angry breath on his neck again – he could feel the strong
fingers gripping his damp arm.
“So if I agree not to fly, is that all you want? You think then we’ll be –“
“- on equal terms,” hissed Zak. He steadied himself as Pips’ wings started to slow their frenzied flight.
The
fairy was laughing, but he floated back down to the ground so that he
was of a similar height to Zak. He landed sturdy feet on the soft
earth, and his wings folded slowly down against the strong muscles of
his broad back. “You humans have hallucinations, not just problems. So
now what makes you’re any kind of a match for me –“
Zak slid an
arm around the fairy’s waist, tugged him in hard against his wet chest,
and leant his face towards him. As Pips eyes widened in surprise, Zak
moved even closer, and kissed him back.
Passionately.
*
Pips
was panting now, and both of his hands had come round to grip at Zak’s
neck. He twisted the human’s head and sank his mouth more deeply on to
him.
“So this is also what humans do, is it?” he groaned. He
licked at Zak’s mouth – sucked once and intensely on the end of his
tongue, dragging it back into his own mouth.
“Some of them,” Zak gasped in reply, his words muffled by Pips’ furious assault.
Pips
began to laugh again, and his hands slid down the front of Zak’s body.
His fingers caught at one of the erect nipples and twisted the nub
quite painfully, making Zak cry out and his back arch under the boy’s
possessive touch. Pips’ other hand traced the line of muscle down from
the chest, down along the belly, his thumb dragging slightly in Zak’s
navel, and his fingers spreading out to caress the flesh below. There
were still trails of water on Zak’s skin, shrinking and dribbling away
from his muscles as they flexed and tightened. The river water dampened
Pips’ relentless fingertips, leaving new tracks on Zak’s shivering
flesh as Pips’ fingers moved their way along the planes of his body.
They teased inside the waistband of Zak’s boxers, tugging at them,
allowing the fresh evening air of the forest to blow gently around a
cock that was already too swollen to fit comfortably, already too hot
not to ache for the further touch of the fairy’s cool, confident
fingers.
“I like those humans, then,” Pips grinned.
Zak
tried to pull away, but Pips’ other hand gripped his waist too
strongly. Zak was angry, and excited, and a little mad. Did this
bug-boy think he could just take him like this, without so much
as -? As Pips leant in to suckle at his neck again, Zak leant to the
side instead, and kicked his foot out at the foliage that surrounded
them. He may have had little room to manoeuvre, but he’d judged it
well, and his legs were strong – he hooked a foot round a lower leaf,
full of rainwater from the earlier showers, and he tugged it over
towards them. Pips saw the movement out of the corner of his eye but
even as his wings opened and started to vibrate he remembered his
pledge not to fly.
He stood there, frozen to the spot, still
holding Zak tightly, with threads of his orange, silky hair clinging to
his neck with the sweat and humidity of the forest. His lips were
swollen with his demands on the human’s mouth, his face flushed with
growing passion. His legs tensed and his wings flapped in a moment of
frustration, but he couldn’t do anything but watch as the leaf sprang
back against its stalk, and sprayed out its puddle of water like a
sudden shower of its own – like a glistening waterfall – like the
rushing gurgle of a stream, eddying away from its previous path.
Next minute, Pips was drenched in rain water, too.
He
let go of Zak with a cry of fury, and the human stepped back slightly,
trying to gather his breath. Pips’ hair was plastered close to his head
– some of it hung down over his bright green eyes, trails of water
dripping from the ends. The water cascaded over his bare chest, running
into rivulets under his arms, trickling down the inner muscles and
pooling over his clenched fists. His wings opened and shook themselves,
droplets flying around him in a thin sheen of glitter, like an animal
shaking off the wet.
Zak wanted to laugh – he wanted to grit his
teeth and cheer. But he didn’t. Nor did he run away. He stood there and
watched as Pips’ chest heaved with indignation, and the fairy shook the
excess water from his body. He watched the droplets shining on the tips
of the fairy’s astonishing, pointed ears – he saw a single tear of rain
dribble over Pips’ pursed lips, and run on down to his throat. He saw
the water following the line of body muscle, all the way down Pips’
legs, some of it sliding inexorably in between the thighs, vanishing
under the loincloth and dripping gently down towards his strong ankles.
He felt his whole body flush with an unfamiliar desire. A wild desire
to hold the body in front of him – to feel the muscles – to have arms
and legs round him that matched his own in strength and need…
He
snapped his eyes back up to Pips’ face, almost guiltily. The fairy was
glaring at him. For a second, Zak wondered if he’d fight him. But then
Pips’ expression changed, the anger fading to something more
calculating. Maybe there was even amusement there, too. He looked Zak
up and down, his eyes raking over the pale, rain-dropped skin. “It’s
not many guys who can surprise me, human,” he said, softly. He glanced
down at his own soaked flesh, and his smile was almost rueful. “Guess
we are almost equal now, right?”
“Guess so,” whispered Zak. He
took the step back towards Pips, and for a moment the fairy’s eyes
looked wary; his body tensed. But Zak reached a single hand up to the
boy and brushed the damp orange locks off his forehead. He was so close
that their chests could have pressed together, muscles sliding with a
wet touch, clutching together with nothing but the cool rain between
their skins, feeling their racing heartbeats against each other.
When
Pips reached a hand again round his waist, Zak let him close the gap
between them and pressed himself gratefully up against the other boy.
*
The
look in Pips’ eyes was a glow of triumph. The kiss he gave Zak was
angry now, and hungry, and selfish. Zak felt the boy’s tongue filling
his mouth, plundering it. He sucked on it, flickered his own tongue
against it, gasped his pleasure directly into Pips’ mouth.
This
time, when Pips’ hand snaked down the front of Zak’s boxers, Zak sank
his head on to Pips’ shoulder and parted his legs slightly to give
better access. He moaned as Pips grasped his cock. No-one had held him
like this before – no-one had ever been so bold or so demanding. He
gave a groan of pleasure.
“Is that good, human?” murmured
Pips. His own voice was thick with desire. “Tell me it is. I’ve been
wanting to do this ever since you arrived here.” His hand closed around
the pulsing shaft – his thumb brushed a little roughly over the
swollen, sensitive tip. Zak yelped.
“It’s – good! Shit, it’s good –“
Pips
smiled, and Zak felt the shape and taste of his mouth against his ear.
“You feel very good yourself,” whispered the boy. “Very thick. I like what a human can show me. I want you to show me a lot of things, human boy…”
Zak
was whimpering, as Pips tightened his broad hand around his cock, and
started to pump lazily up and down. They clutched at each other. Zak
was panting into Pips’ neck, harsh, incoherent gasps – soft, hoarse
little groans. His boxers had been pushed away from his groin and were
now working their way down his thighs. But he didn’t care that he’d be
completely naked in seconds, crushed against an almost equally naked
boy with a muscular body and ridiculously insubstantial wings. Instead,
he held on to the broad, browned shoulders just to keep upright, as the
ache began in his legs and started to throb its way up to his groin.
Pips
held the lithe body close to him, shuddering in rhythm with him, his
lips licking and nipping at Zak’s neck and ear, his hips rubbing
hungrily against the blond boy’s own limbs. He panted along with him –
he felt the same race of excitement; the same surge of need in his body.
“Touch me too, human,” he groaned.
Zak’s
hands felt numb and clumsy, but he reached eagerly to Pips’ groin,
feeling the shape of the fairy’s swollen organ under the strange
clothing – trying to wriggle his fingers under a soft, wet cloth that
was the only thing between him and a handful of hot, throbbing
pleasure. He didn’t know what Pips did to help him out, but a quick
snap at his hip and then the foliage was gone, fallen in a heap on the
earth, lost amongst the other leaves and seeds underfoot. Now his hand
was on smooth, sun-browned skin – he could feel the muscle of the
fairy’s thigh, could feel the clenching of tight, lean buttocks. His
fingertips traced it, excited beyond description. His hand slid quickly
round to between Pips legs, to grasp him as eagerly – to feel the
thick, bobbing shaft against his palm, and the shock of another kind of
wetness, sticky between his fingers.
Pips groaned again, and to
Zak it sounded appreciative. It seemed to spur him on; his own hand
sped up its movements, up and down Zak’s cock. Zak had wanted to wait a
while - to gather breath – to savour this -
But now his body
was desperate, and it was the only thing in charge; now it welcomed the
increased determination. “Faster!” he gasped. “I can’t - harder - do it harder -!”
Pips
hand was steady, though fast. He pumped easily and confidently, and Zak
could hear the slick suck of every movement, the pre-cum lubricating
Pips’ hand as he encircled him. He tried to pump Pips in return, but
his hands were shaking beyond his control, and he couldn’t concentrate
on anything more – his head was swimming and his mouth was
frighteningly dry. He just clung to the broad torso, barely supported
on his weak, shivering legs, and he let himself be dragged up and down
His whole spirit was racing to bury itself in that one, fierce,
consuming ecstasy. He was afraid of sobbing aloud, but he knew the
moaning voice that he could hear was his own.
Pips’ voice was
low and gasping too, and there was a soft thread of astonished delight
underlying it. “You feel good, human,” he gasped. “Oh, you’re very good
indeed. Tell me what you want – tell me this is good for you too!“ His
hand slid to the base of Zak’s cock and he teased a couple of fingers
underneath the boy’s balls. They shuddered with shock, and Pips
stretched his fingers even further back, stroking at the sensitive skin
behind them, tracing a mischievous and greedy path towards a tight,
puckered, virginal hole.
Zak cried out suddenly, his fingers
digging into Pips’ smooth flesh and his mouth opening with horrified
amazement. “So good!” he cried. “Shit, what are you doing to me?”
Pips
had no time to make any answer. One last stroke, one last tease, and
one last clench around the throbbing shaft. Zak came, with a cry of
anguish and pumping hot, sticky seed out all over Pips’ hand, and
dripping down on to the boxers in a crumpled heap at his feet
*
He
didn’t have any time to recover – not even to be astonished at what had
just happened. Pips still held him tightly round the waist, but now he
gripped his hair again and tugged his face back for another bruising
kiss. Zak opened his mouth to take in the new passion as if it were
life’s breath.
“My turn new, human,” Pips said, his voice hoarse with need.
He
kept hold of Zak’s hair and pushed him back down on to his knees in
front of him. His cock reared out from his groin, nudging at Zak’s
face, trailing sticky white pre-cum along his cheek. Zak felt the heat
from it – it bobbed with frustration. He opened his mouth at once,
knowing what Pips wanted, wanting the taste of it, wanting to do this
for the fairy.
Pips bent his hips forward and plunged into Zak’s
mouth. The blond head dipped deeply into his groin – the fairy groaned
with delight as the human’s mouth closed around him, sucking him in.
Zak was showing how his enthusiasm would make up for any inexperience –
and Pips was taking the benefits from it.
“Yesss…” he hissed. “That’s very good, human – so good – it’s – ohhh…“
He
glanced down at the boy on his knees, and Zak lifted his eyes for a
second. They were bright and fierce – they were greedy. Pips gazed at
the depth of desire in the wide blue irises; he sank into the darkening
pupils. He saw himself draw out from the demanding lips, and then
thrust back into the warmth and a wetness that had nothing to do with
the rain. He felt his senses shake – his limbs start to tremor. He was
speechless – stunned with his concentration on the pure, physical
pleasure of the boy’s sucking. He gripped at Zak’s shoulders as he
thrust into his mouth, and knew he wouldn’t keep going for long.
*
Zak
reached a hand up to steady himself, and grasped hold of the bangles on
Pips’ arm. They were like an anchor. He knelt on the ground, one hand
on Pips arm, the other clasped to his naked hip, and let the cock fuck
his mouth. Pips tasted hot and salty and with the tang of fresh, forest
air in every crease of his skin. His cock was swelling, and the
movements of his hips were increasingly fierce. Zak wondered if he were
going to have bruises on his chin when this was over. Pips filled him –
plunged into him - possessed him.
Zak heard the fairy’s wings began to hum, as if they were beating again, fast and excitedly.
Then
suddenly Zak realised that the ground was no longer under his bare
knees – that there was wind in his hair, and the brush of new leaves
against his body. As if he were moving –and yet his position was the
same, knelt in front of Pips, holding him tight, and sucking him off
towards a desperate, needy climax.
Pips groaned and jerked hard
against him, and Zak felt the first spurt of cum against his tongue. He
pulled very slightly back, though he didn’t want to draw his mouth
away, and Pips didn’t want him to either, judging from the nails biting
into his head and the agonised grip on his hair. But his curious eyes
glanced to either side of their bodies and he saw with astonishment
that now they were airborne – that they were several feet into the air,
and totally unsupported, except for Pips’ hands on his shoulders, and
his own hands clutching Pips’ body.
Zak looked up into Pips
face, the fairy’s expression twisted with the sudden release and
delicious ecstasy. Threads of cum were bursting from his cock, deep
into Zak’s throat, and the blond boy swallowed them enthusiastically.
His hands were secure on Pips, but he knew he was entirely at his
mercy, if he chose to push him off. He could see Pips’ wings buzzing
behind him – moving so fast he couldn’t make out the shape of them,
just a fierce, glistening vibration. They’d lifted the pair of them,
lifted them in the middle of ecstasy, lifted them off the ground and
into the sky, as if the ground could no longer support them.
Pips’
eyes looked down and caught at his. The fairy grinned broadly – his
expression was astonished – it was full of delight. His chest heaved
gently as his racing breath started to calm.
“So, human - now you have wings as well, eh?”
He
slid his softening cock out of Zak’s mouth, reached down and took hold
of his elbows, drawing him up to face him. Zak felt the superhuman
strength in Pips’ arms – knew he could easily do whatever he wanted
with him. They hovered there for a second, Pips almost daring the human
to protest, and then he leant in and claimed a long, deep kiss.
“I couldn’t stop myself,” he murmured, softly. He looked almost sheepish. “You wanna fight about it?”
Zak looked into his dancing green eyes and grinned back. “No.”
Pips
laughed aloud. “Good!” He looked down at their bodies, naked and
glistening with sweat and shining with the reflection of the rising
moonlight. His hands tightened briefly on Zak’s arms. “So you reckon
you can swim, then?”
Zak’s brow creased in puzzlement. “Yes. But why –“
Pips
laughed a final time. His eyes flashed down to the river far below
them, glinting and calm again after the day’s rain. “Let’s swim
together, then, OK?” Almost before Zak realised what he was going to
do, Pips had clenched his muscles and tossed Zak aside. Then his wings
buzzed, he twisted his body into a diving position and he plunged down
towards the earth again.
Zak had seconds to recover himself, twist his own falling body into a controllable dive, and follow the darting, flying boy.
Their fit, young, naked bodies hit the water together, smoothly, cleanly – and still laughing.
End
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