14. Van

14

VAN

Over the next few days, we fall into a routine and it’s the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. Gabe has this down to an art and when I’m not being a dick, everything just works. My favorite part is snuggling into a too small bed with Gabe. It takes everything in me not to get rowdy and suck him off every night, but he’s the one person I don’t want to scare off. If I come in too hot, I might freak him out. We’re compatible, I know it, but he still has a few reservations.

“We should start magic lessons,” Gabe says as he’s scrambling our daily eggs. He makes them so fucking good. Perfect really.

“I’ve been waiting for you to be ready.”

“I think I finally am. I was a little afraid after… what’d you call it? My blowout. But I’m ready.” He nods as if to agree with himself.

“Then let’s start after we eat. You’re well rested and we’ll be fed. You’ll have a few hours before you have to go into work. It’s the perfect timing.”

He nods again. “Exactly.” There’s a mischievous grin on his face as he plates the eggs. “And tonight, after work, I’m sucking your cock.”

I swallow hard. “Do you read minds?”

“No, but you didn’t let me last time, and I need a taste.” Gabe drags his tongue along his bottom lips as he places a plate of eggs in front of me. “If you’re agreeable to it?”

“So agreeable.” I shovel the eggs in my mouth faster than I can chew and almost choke.

“You know… We don’t have to wait until after work. I could suck you off, then you give me my first magic lesson.”

I moan into my cup as I swallow down the eggs. “You’re not toying with me, are you?”

“Never.” He presses a hand to his chest. “I’ve been thinking about that cock and what it can do for days. I need a taste.”

I swallow down more water. “I’m yours to command, angel. Just tell me what you want.”

He lifts a shoulder. “Eggs, cock, magic. I think that’s a good order.”

“What about…” I lift my tail and wiggle it. “Sex lessons while you suck me off? My tail is a good starter size for anal.”

It’s his turn to swallow. His eyes drop to his plate before he nods and looks at me again. “You know what? Yes. Show me what you can do with that tail and I’ll show you why I was the blowie king in college.”

“Fuck, Gabe.” I laugh, not able to imagine him as the blowie king as he put it.

He smirks as he takes another bite of his eggs. “What? I was super horny, and I’d suck anyone off, or eat ‘em out. I was excellent with the ladies, too. But I prefer being exclusive with partners and haven’t gone on a sucking spree since I graduated.”

“Are you sure you’ve never participated in an orgy?” I ask.

“Never. But I worked at one of Pike’s a couple months ago. Not for me.”

“Mmmmm. I love them. So many bodies. So many cocks.”

Gabe snorts. “Cocks really are great. But…” he holds out his hands as if he’s holding something. “Tits are amazing, too.” He gathers our plates while I sit there with my mouth open.

“You know, I never have touched a tit. Never been interested, but shit, maybe I’m missing out?”

“Probably?” Another one shoulder shrug as he gets the water started for the dishes. “I don’t even give a shit what they look like. I just like touching them. And nipples.” He licks his lips. “All nipples are magical.”

I take that as a cue and push to my feet to stand behind him. “Are yours magical?” I whisper as I thread my hands under his t-shirt and squeeze his nipples gently.

His head goes against my chest, pressing his nipples against me even more. “They’re so sensitive, Van.” He straightens again as he gets to the quick task of washing our plates. He refuses to let any dish stay dirty for longer than it takes to eat and I admire his dedication to his dishes. But right now, I want to throw him over the couch and eat his ass. Fuck him with my tail. Anything.

He washes the dishes slower today, and he moans with every press of my fingers. He’s so damn sensitive and I love every moan and mew I can drag out of him. He presses his ass against my cock and my tail has a mind of its own, wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer still. My mouth goes to his neck and I nip and suck, forgetting he probably doesn’t want hickeys, but I can’t help it. I need the taste of his skin on my tongue.

He finishes the pan he scrambled the eggs in and drops it into the dish drainer before he spins to face me. A hand reaches for a horn and he tugs me down.

“Kiss me, Van.” His legs go around my hips and I can’t help but give him what he wants.

My hands thread in his hair and tip his head back. His pupils blow wide, making his eyes look black instead of pretty brown. When our lips meet, it’s more than a kiss. It’s a promise. Promise of what, I don’t know, but I plan to keep it. He pulls the t-shirt from me and it gets tangled in my horns before we get it free.

His grin is beautiful. If I could keep him like this for eternity, I’d be happy. No one has ever made me feel as good as Gabe does. No one has ever made me calm. No one has ever given me something to want more than the next breath. But I want Gabe. Not just for sex. No, Gabe deserves more than that. He deserves a partner and a lover. Someone that will cherish him as much as he cherishes his plant babies.

“Bedroom, now,” Gabe commands in a thick voice and my cock gets harder than I think it’s ever been.

I hold him tight and rush us there with him clinging to me and laughing all the way. I set him on his bed, not wanting to hurt him.

“Do you have lube?” I ask.

“Top drawer of the nightstand. But don’t get distracted. I want you in my mouth.” He tugs me down and I scoot to the middle of the bed, helping him remove my sweatpants and underwear. Gabe stares at me as if he wants to worship me.

“Van, you’re so damn gorgeous.”

I snort. “No one’s ever looked at me and said anything of the sort. I’m a cock, a mouth, and a hole. Oh…” I wave both hands. “And a pair of hands. I’m a good fuck, but I’m not gorgeous.”

“You’re wrong.” Gabe drops to his knees in the space between my legs. “I’ll prove it to you.” He’s still dressed, but I completely forget about it when he climbs up my body and devours my mouth. My hands go to his hips, loving how he fits perfectly. Loving every lick of his tongue, moan, sigh. I could kiss him forever, but my cock throbs with need as he rubs against it with his jeaned ass.

Slowly, he kisses along my jaw. Down my neck, chest. Suckles at one nipple, while he fingers the other. I’ve always had sex that finished quickly, ready for the next experience just as fast. But with Gabe, I want slow. Want whatever he gives me.

His kisses find my stomach, making it jump as he slides down my body.

“You’re the biggest cock I’ve seen in real life, just so you know. I want to savor you.”

My cock jumps at his words, and he presses a palm to the underside where it lies on my stomach.

“Fuck, Gabe. Fuck.”

He leans in to press soft kisses to my balls and I squirm when he starts laving at me with his perfect tongue. He slurps and sucks until I’m a mess before he even moves back to my cock. Pre-cum leaks from my tip and it takes everything in me not to come when he bats his pretty lashes at me.

“You taste so good, Van.”

“Fuck,” I chant the word.

He hums around me. “I wanna get a taste of your ass. Get up here.” We’ll do that sixty-nine he mentioned the first round.

Gabe shucks off his jeans and pulls off his shirt to scramble up the bed. He hesitates, so I maneuver him exactly how I want him with his ass in my face.

“Uh, Van? There’s a bit of a problem?” Gabe continues to stroke my cock, but there’s the noticeable absence of his lips. “I’m too short to reach you like this.” He laughs and I readjust him down my torso so he can continue to suck as much as he wants.

I lean in, taking a bite of one ass cheek, then the other. “Your ass, Gabe. Just damn.”

To my delight he bounces it, and there’s a perfect jiggle once he stops. “Fuck. That’s all I got. My brain has gone offline.”

Gabe laughs, but jokes on me when he starts sucking my cock again. With his ass in my face, I can’t watch him.

“You need a mirror on your ceiling.” I lean in again, trailing my tongue along his crack and making him squirm. I delve into his most intimate of places and moan. My eyes flutter back. “Angel, this is what I want for breakfast from now on. Those eggs are amazing, but this.” I squeeze both of his ass cheeks. “Breakfast of champions.”

He stops his sucking and lays his head on my thigh while I eat out to my heart’s content. He thrusts against my chest and I take him in hand. Gabe is so responsive, I’ve never had this before. I want to play with his body until he crumbles and pleads for me to make him come. I use my tail to get into the nightstand and grab the lube. He’s so open for me, I dive my tongue in his hole to the loveliest sound on earth. He’s abandoned my cock and I don’t even care.

“You keep going like that. I’m gonna come,” he pants out.

“That’s exactly what I want, angel.”

“I can’t concentrate.” He pushes his ass back and I can’t help but preen. I’ve distracted him.

I curl my tail around my cock and give it a few strokes before I hold it for him. “You got this, Gabe. Suck my cock while I play with your ass.”

“Mmmmm.” He licks at my cock, and my toes curl. His mouth really is amazing and I can see why he was crowned blowie king.

“Angel, I’m gonna lube you up. If you’re ready?”

“Do it.” He surges forward and takes more of my cock in his mouth before choking.

I dribble lube down his crack and use a finger to rub around his hole. Not penetrating yet. He’s so lost in sucking my cock, but as soon as I press in with a finger, he tenses.

“Angel, you’re doing so good for me.”

He relaxes and sighs out. “Mmmm, don’t stop.”

I go back to preening and add more lube before going deeper inside him. I want the experience to be positive and by the sounds he makes when I tap his prostate, I’m hitting the mark.

“Fuck,” he pops off my cock for a breath. “What the heck was that?”

“What do you mean, what was that?” I press on the spot again and he practically melts against me. “Babes, that’s the p-spot right there.”

“Fuck. I didn’t know.”

“Are you okay? Want me to add another finger?” I pump into him a few times, making sure to hit that spot.

“If you think I’m ready.” He clutches my thighs almost painfully.

“Oh, angel, I think you’re a natural.” I add another finger and he moans so damn sweetly.

“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

I release my tail from my cock and thrust my fingers into his ass a few times more. “I think you’re ready for my tail. If you want.”

He spreads his legs and drops his hips. Before I aim my tail, I take another bite of an ass cheek. Leaving my mark, wanting him to wear it like a badge. Again, he tenses when I press my tail to his hole.

“Want me to stop, angel?”

“No. Keep going.” More panting, and he pushes back. “Please don’t stop.”

I stroke the cleft of his ass with my tail before inserting, watching his every move. He sighs as he relaxes into the sensation. He’s so tight around me. His mouth so hot on my cock. His hole squeezing my tail. I’m not going to last if I tease him too long. I keep the end of my tail thin, but I have a lot of room to expand it if he’s ever ready, but right now it’s only about the size of two of my fingers. Which, granted, could be considered huge for some people, but Gabe takes me like a champ.

“Angel, you’re so good to me,” I moan and stroke his cock. I need something to do with my hands.

“Gonna come,” he pants out. “So close.” His ass tightens around my tail.

“Fuck, coming,” I shout.

Cum shoots across my chest while Gabe sucks me down. He looks perfect with my tail buried in him, but I want it to be my cock some day. His legs collapse and he laughs as he slides off me to stare at the ceiling, my tail still inside.

“That…was. An experience,” he says as he throws an arm over his eyes. “Never in my life…” He shakes his head. “Maybe I’m not an exclusive top.”

“That’s because whoever you had before didn’t know what the fuck they were doing.”

“Not even close. Or maybe you’re just magical.”

“That too.” I wiggle my tail, making him moan, and I remove it from him, only to bring it to my own mouth. “I can’t get enough of your taste on my tongue.”

“Same. Damn.” Gabe wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. “I think I drank every drop.”

“You sucked me dry.” I spin him so his head’s on my chest.

He throws a leg over my thigh, claiming me. I can’t help pulling him in closer. Most of the time, I just want to run to the next partner, but Gabe makes me want to stay. Want to talk. Want to know him even more.

“What was your first experience with anal?” I’m too curious not to ask.

He rubs his head against me and circles one of my nipples. “Painful. Not enough lube. We’d been making out every day after school. Little bit of frotting, hand jobs, blow jobs. He wanted to go to the next step, and I’d agreed, but I’m not sure I was ready, you know?”

“I don’t, but go on.” I kiss the top of his head.

“We both brought condoms. He didn’t want to bottom, and I was curious, so again I agreed. He slipped on a condom and just… tried to ram it in.”

I still his wily hand. “No. Fuck. That’s horrible. No prep or anything?”

“Not even a make out sesh. He just wanted to go at it. There was a lot of shouting. Eventually, I relaxed, and he finished, but we never made out again after that.”

“He’s a jerk.”

“He was. But he was hot.” Gabe giggles. “The next couple of guys were much the same until college. Most of the guys said I was too femme to top. Who the hell says that?”

“Humans are such assholes, and that’s me saying that.” Because I’m the ultimate asshole.

“By the time I graduated high school, I was ready to experiment with chicks, too. And tits are truly delightful.”

I snort and pull him closer. “You’re full of so many surprises.”

He shrugs. “I like trying new things.”

“Speaking of. Let’s talk magic.”

“I might be too tired now.” He yawns, but there’s a smile in his eyes.

“It won’t take long. Magic is… easy. Like breathing air. It’s something you don’t need to think too hard about. That’s why the humans never get it right in their silly little forums or whatever.”

“But I’ve gotten it to work with those techniques.”

“And you’ve had how many blow outs because of it?” I rub a hand down his back when he tenses. “Let go of all those ridiculous teachings. Take a deep breath. Close your eyes and just follow my voice.”

He nods and settles in closer. “Ready.”

“What kind of magic do you have?”

“Dunno really. I can probably fly, but I’ve never tried.”

“You’ve never tried flying?” It’s one of the best feelings in the world.

Gabe pushes to his elbows to look me in the eye. “ Where would I be able to fly where humans won’t be able to see me?”

“You’re in Hex now, angel. So everywhere.”

He nibbles his bottom lip and dips back into my chest. “Right. Forgot.”

“So probably flying. That’s an entirely different type of magic. But what else can you do?”

“I can do some random things, like I got you mostly in my apartment with magic before I needed Pike’s help. Mostly, I bend things to my will, but you saw the fall out when I try too hard.”

“And I’m saying the effort should be effortless, just a thought.”

“It’s really that easy?” He whispers.

“Yep. Try it.” I press a kiss to his palm. I have to wonder if how he calms me is part of his magic or just his presence calms me because it’s Gabe.

He rests his hand on my stomach. His fingers glow white and ropes of energy wrap around me. Gabe gasps and pulls away, taking the energy with him.

“It took so much effort and a feather to do that when we met.”

“A feather?”

“Yeah, my feathers always help my magic. But this is a game changer.” He presses his hand to my stomach again and repeats the magic ropes. They wrap around my chest in an intricate pattern. His eyes glow and he lifts his hand, bringing me off the bed.

Gabe gets too excited and I crash back down, hoping not to break his bed.

“You’re such a good teacher, Van!” Gabe straddles my waist and presses kisses to my lips over and over.

“Don’t get carried away. You just followed directions. We’ll have to practice every day, and perhaps that book of yours has more information. It might tell you what your magic does.”

With that, Gabe races from the room.

Gabe

My ass doesn’t hurt like it had before when I’d let partners have their way with me. Maybe a dull ache, but nothing that feels like sandpaper against my delicate button. I grab the book from The Magic Shop off the couch and race back to my room.

“I haven’t gotten it to work since that day in The Magic Shop. The day we met.” I hand Van the book.

“It worked for me. That day you had the blowout. We chatted.”

The book remains empty as we talk about it. “When it worked, I had a feather. I’ll probably need one again just to get it to work.” I drop on the bed with a huff. “Unless…” I hold the book and take a deep breath. “Work.”

And nothing.

I poke the cover a few times. “Pretty please? How do I be a nephilim?”

Be Yourself comes across the cover and I suck in a breath.

“That’s exactly how it did me. I said something, and it gave me a snarky ass response back. Not a fan.”

“I need more than that,” I say. Hoping for more. “Just a little more. I’m always myself.”

Embrace Your Nephilim-Self.

“How?” I cry out the word, begging to be shown the way.

The words fade from the cover.

Van’s fingers drag down my back. “Perhaps… you need to let your wings out.”

“I can’t.” I push off the bed. “Terrible things happen when my wings are out. When my feathers shed.” I hug myself. But… Van wasn’t a terrible thing. He’s just what I needed.

Something flutters out of the corner of my eye and I snatch up the Empress/Consort tarot card that’s been taunting me. It hangs upside down, staring at me. “What do you want?”

Perhaps Self-Love And Care Are In Order? Now the book speaks again. Get In Touch With Your Nephilim-Self.

“No.”

“I’ll help you,” Van rubs my back again. “You still view yourself as human. You’re not human, Gabe. You’re a nephilim. I think the book’s right. You need to learn to embrace your full-self.”

“How do I do that when I can’t allow my feathers to fall into the wrong hands? They’re too powerful. If someone like… like…” I search my brain for something. “Like Drake got a hold of one, they could do devastating things.”

“Such as?” Van brushes hair from my eyes.

“You don’t understand.”

“Then explain it to me.”

I pace at the end of the bed. “A couple years ago, a necromancer found me.”

Van goes stiff on the bed. “In the human world?”

“ Yes. He wanted as many feathers as he could steal to animate his zombies or revenants, whatever, without a price. He tore my feathers from me while I screamed until my throat went raw.”

Van gathers me in his arms and pulls me to his chest. “Who was it? I’ll kill them!”

“No. You won’t. I got free chanting Ring-A-Round-The-Rosie and forcing my wings away.”

Van cocks a brow. “What?”

“Ring-A-Round-The-Rosie trapped the zombie. The necromancer got so frustrated he quit paying attention to me and I got away while he kept trying to free his zombie.”

“You’re clever, aren’t you?”

“Desperate.” I sink into his hold. “My feathers only bring out the bad in people. I can’t just reveal them.”

“So you’re trying to be a nephilim without being a nephilim.” Van kisses the top of my head. “I don’t think it works that way. You can’t get answers if you’re not willing to face the truth.”

“Never thought about it like that.”

“I can help. I won’t let anyone near you.”

I nod. “Maybe. Someday.” But now I don’t think I’m ready.

“Come on, nap time. I’m worn out.” Van stretches and I could kiss him for changing the subject. In fact. I do.