The Adonis of Weho (16 page)

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Adonis ripped his T-shirt over his head and opened his pants, yanking them down his legs. The weight of Reese on top of him was so exciting he forgot everything else.

Reese too was stripping down to nothing, panting loudly as both of them grew excited.

Once they were naked, Reese rested his bodyweight on top of Adonis, going for his mouth. The contact of Reese’s lips on his was well worth the effort to get them united as one. Adonis felt Reese spread his legs over his thighs and their cocks pulsated together.

“Make love to me,” Reese said between kisses.

“Yes.” Adonis rolled over so he was on top of Reese. He pushed Reese’s knees back so his legs pressed against his chest and was about to thrust in.

“Wait!” Reese held him back. “Rubber? Lube?”

Adonis became distracted, staring at his cock hovering near Reese’s back passage.

“Rubber, lube!” Reese said louder, panting.

“What does that mean?” Adonis felt his wings beginning to flap and the gusts actually cooled him off since he was getting hotter by the minute.

“A condom. Protection. Lubrication. Come on, Smith. Help me out here.”

Adonis used his hands to part Reese’s knees wide. He stared at Reese’s thick, hard cock and tight sac underneath and dropped down to suck him.

Reese writhed on the bed and let out a long, low moan. Adonis closed his eyes and inhaled Reese’s masculine scent, an aphrodisiac to his desire. He felt Reese digging his fingers through his hair to his head and then urging him to suck deeper, faster, which Adonis happily obliged. If Hera were to come down and murder him at that moment, Adonis wouldn’t care. He had tasted pure mortal heaven.

Reese’s legs tensed up and he arched his back. Adonis peeked at his face and found it awash with erotic pleasure. He drew harder and faster, his own body craving penetration, and tasted the first drops of Reese’s seed.

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Had he ever had head? Yeah. Had he ever had head like this?

Fuck no!

He didn’t know what Smith was doing that was causing so much more pleasure in his groin than any other man had created, but he was hooked. “Smith! Shit!” Reese clenched his fists and thrust his hips upward into Smith’s mouth. He felt his cock throbbing as he came and the pleasure rushed up his entire body. A soft gust of wind made him open his eyes. As Smith drew on his length deep and slow, his wings were spread wide and fluttering like eyelashes.

Riding the last waves and then recovering, Reese noticed Smith spit into his hand and then his ass was coated with his own cum. “Oh, God.” Reese braced himself, knowing Smith was not going to be interrupted now. With his impressive wingspan, the man appeared more like a predatory bird than a man. Smith knelt upright and held Reese’s legs as he pushed inside him.

Reese gasped and stared at Smith’s amazing body and face, trying to ignore those wings, those crazy wings!

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Adonis slid deep inside Reese and watched his cock submerge into that tight opening. His lips parted and he let out a gasp, trying to recall the last time he had ‘mated’ with a mortal. It had been too long.

Once he felt Reese relax under him, Adonis began a rhythm of lovemaking, his skin glistening with dew and his wings keeping them cool with their slow flapping.

He inched closer, until their bodies could be no closer and looked up at the ceiling.
What can be more beautiful than this?

Hmm? The uniting of two that make one. Love!

Was there anything more natural and delightful on earth or heaven? No!

Adonis wanted to make love to his beloved for days…weeks…years.

Peering down at the lovely writer, Reese Anderson, Adonis knew he was the one. The mortal with the blood of the gods still running through his veins.

He increased his thrusting and loved the tight heat surrounding his cock.

“Come for me, baby.” Reese’s eyes were glued to Adonis’

expression.

“I am.” Adonis thrust deeply, then pulled out so he could see his body give up his seed. The white cream spattered Reese’s shaved pubic hair and stomach, continuing to emerge until Adonis felt no more waves of pleasure in his groin. He dropped on top of Reese and held him close. “You’re the one.”

Reese wrapped his arms around him and squeezed.

Chapter 12

Reese felt cum and sweat sealing their skin to skin connection. He ran his hands down Smith’s back, over the fluffy white feathers to his bottom. Cupping those two rounded globes in his hands, he pressed their soft cocks tightly together. The contact between them, the bond, was beyond anything Reese had previously felt with any other man.

And he’d had so many men before Smith, he hadn’t thought he could feel strong love for one guy.

Or at least he had lost hope that he could, even with his doubts.

Smith’s sigh made him smile with contentment. So far, no lightning bolts, no earthquakes…no nothing to bring their coupling to a hasty close.

Feeling Smith shift on top of him, Reese released his hug and waited as Smith got to his elbows so they could see eye to eye.

“Hello.” Smith grinned.

“Hi, handsome.” He used his finger to push the long hair back from Smith’s face, feeling his sweat.

“Will you marry me?”

Reese chuckled and kept combing his fingers through Smith’s hair. Then he realized Smith appeared to be waiting for an actual answer. “Will I marry you? Seriously? Or is that just a postcoital comment?”

“I have to be married in ten days.”

“Why?”

Smith shifted to lay beside Reese, propping his head up on his palm. “My parents demand I do.”

“And they know you’re marrying a guy?”

“No. But I don’t want that detail to be an issue. They said I have to marry, so I will.”

“It’s not legal for men to marry in California at the moment.”

“What?” Smith recoiled. “Why on earth not?”

Reese shrugged. “Complete stupidity?” He touched Smith’s nipple gently.

“Where is it legal?”

“You can marry a man in New York.”

“Okay then. We will marry in New York. Let’s make arrangements.”

“But…” Reese grew nervous. “We’ve only known each other a couple of days. And…” Reese didn’t even want to mention the wings. But…well…could he marry a guy with wings?

“And?” Smith’s smile fell into a pout. “Don’t you want me?”

Reese made a sweep of Smith’s face to his body. “Sure I want you. Are you kidding? But marriage is a big step.”

Smith sat up, looking as if he was either hurt or thinking very hard. He stood off the bed and left the room.

“Damn. I can’t do anything right.” Reese scooted off the bed, stepping on the pile of paperwork, sliding on it. He found Smith standing in the shower stall, wetting down. “Smith…look, I really like you. I’m crazy about you. But rushing into things has never been my thing.”

Smith didn’t answer, silently scrubbing himself under the water.

“Babe. Talk to me.”

“I will find someone who loves me.” He shut off the water and stood dripping. The water rolled down the white feathers as if they were oiled.

The thought of Smith finding another man burned like a poker in Reese’s chest. “Does it have to be so fast?”

Smith took a towel and wiped his face. “Yes.”

“Why?” He stepped back as Smith exited the shower stall, drying off.

“If you have to ask me so many questions then I already have my answer.” He dropped the towel and left the bathroom. Reese watched him go, catching his own reflection in the mirror over the sink. He was about to go after Smith when he looked closer. His hair appeared to have grown longer. He touched the ends and tried to recall the last haircut he had. It wasn’t that long ago. He rubbed his jaw and it felt smooth, though he hadn’t shaved that morning…or had he? “What the hell?” He ran his hands over his chin and a sense of disorientation hit him.

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Adonis returned to his spot by the heated pool. It was very warm out, but the hot sun and fresh air healed the coldness he felt inside. Dipping his toe into the pool lazily he heard the slider open and looked over his shoulder. Maria had a tray of food, which she set out on the glass and metal table.

“Thank you.”

“Do you want wine, Adonis?”

“No. Not right now.”

She nodded and left him.

“Smith!”

Adonis glanced back again. Reese, still naked, raced out to him, kneeling beside him. “Look at my chin! There’s no stubble!” He jutted out his jaw.

Adonis had no idea why this was important. He shrugged.

“I didn’t shave this morning.” Reese sounded crazy.

“Why are you telling me this? Don’t I have more urgent things to worry about?” Adonis stood and looked down at the spread of food. Maria had outdone herself with a garden salad, pita bread and hummus, and lamb kebabs. He sat on the chair and began to eat.

“Smith.”

“What? First you tell me you don’t want to marry me, though you know how much I need to…and now you want me to feel your chin?”

Reese crouched down beside Adonis’ chair. “She’s doing it. She’s changing me into a woman.”

Adonis stopped chewing the bread and dip and blinked. Nodding, Reese picked up Adonis’ hand and ran it over his face. “I. Did. Not. Shave.”

Adonis stroked Reese’s jaw. It indeed was very smooth. He stood up, clenched his fists, and yelled, “Hera!” at the top of his lungs. He could swear he heard her cackling laughter in a caw of a bird.

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Reese cupped his groin and stared at the sky. “She can’t, right? I’ve got god-blood. Right?”

“Oh no, that won’t help you battle Hera. I’m half-god halfmortal and she’s stuck me with these.” He thumbed over his shoulder at his wings.

“No. No!” Reese raced into the house, looking for his clothing. He kept touching his cock and chest, but so far they had not changed. “This isn’t happening. I’m dreaming. I’m having a nightmare. I’m…” He shook his head and bit his lip. “I’m insane.”

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“Hera!” Adonis tried to make her listen, but he knew torturing Zeus’s offspring was fun and games to her. He headed inside to find Reese was fully clothed and making for the front door. Adonis stopped him, feeling helpless.

“Don’t ask me to become a woman for you.” Reese appeared terrified. “I can ‘act’ like one in bed, but I won’t become one.”

“No. Of course. I don’t want you as one.”

“I have to go.” Reese shoved out of the front door and Adonis heard his vehicle tires squeak on the pavement soon after. He sat on the floor in the living room and stared into space.

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Reese kept touching his jaw and hair as he drove.
This can’t
be happening. Logic says it’s not. I must have shaven this
morning. That’s all. And yes, my hair needs a trim. So stop
panicking.

He wondered if he was thinking these bizarre thoughts simply because Smith had put them into his head. It was as if he was seeing things that weren’t happening, because the power of suggestion and the fear made it seem real.

“It can’t be.” He inhaled deeply to calm down. “I’m just imagining it.” He parked in his reserved spot in the condo complex and shook his head at the absurdity. “No way.”

As he approached the lobby, a man was coming out. He caught the door and said, “Thanks.”

The man smiled brightly. “Anytime, honey.”

Reese’s jaw dropped. He watched the man leave the building and shouted, “Honey?” after him. With his head going crazy with his terror, he poked the elevator button and became impatient.

The door opened and he was face to face with Harper.

“Hey, dude!”

“Harper!” Reese backed him up into the elevator. “Do I look weird?”

“Huh? No. You look tasty.”

“Tasty? Like a woman?”

“Huh? A woman?” Harper narrowed his eyes.

The door closed behind them and the elevator began to go up without either of them pushing the button.

“I was going to the pool.” Harper held up his towel. “Come for a swim.”

“Harper. Look at me.” Reese held him by his upper arms. Harper stared into his eyes.

“Do I look the same?”

“The same as what?”

The elevator stopped at a floor. Two women stood there and one asked, “Is this going up or down?”

Harper checked the panel. He pushed number five. “Up. Sorry.”

They nodded and the door closed. Reese didn’t know what to think.

“You okay, man? Smoke some bad weed?”

“Harper, come with me.” When they arrived at the fifth floor, Reese held Harper’s arm and walked with him down the hall. He stood at his door, his hands trembling and opened it, pushing it back and gesturing for Harper to go first.

He did, tossing his towel on the sofa.

Reese took off his shirt, holding it in his hand. “Do I look the same?”

“The same as what?”

“The same as I did when you last saw me.”

Harper inspected Reese carefully. “Yes. Why? What did you do different?”

Reese touched his jaw. “Feel this.” He took Harper’s hand and used it to stroke his face.

Harper immediately drew closer and pressed against him.

“Nice. Can I suck your cock?”

Reese reached into his pants in paranoia. It indeed was still there. He wrung his hands and paced the length of the room nervously.

“Dude! What’s this all about?”

Reese halted and faced him. “Am I turning into a woman?”

The look on Harper’s face was stunned, as if this was a joke.

“Uh, no.” Then Harper appeared to think. “No, dude. You’re not taking hormones and thinking of having surgery, are you?”