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FIC UPDATE! Angels Ain't Easy (Chapter 7: The Angel and the Lion)
Title: Angels Ain’t Easy
Author: Archet
Pairing: OMC Jody McKinnon/Matt Hawkes
Fandom: High Mountain Rangers
Summary: a story of falling in love, figuring things out and just holding on.
Disclaimer: I did not create the High Mountain Ranger character/s, only this fic and the Original Male Character, Jody McKinnon, and any other original characters in supporting roles. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: this fic is set in 1989, approximately a year and a half after the events of the final episode of High Mountain Rangers. There will be no acknowledgment of the events of the spin-off show Jesse Hawkes.
Note: this fic takes place a little over four months after Bad Luck, Bad Guys and High Mountain Rangers and is a sequel to that fic, so reading that first is recommended.
Additional: this fic will depict same sex relationships. If this ain’t your thing, venture no further.
Warnings this chapter: graphic sexual situations, rough sex, dominate/submissive themes
****Additional notes at end of chapter****
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Chapter 7: The Angel and the Lion
Somewhere in the deep, dreaming portion of the night, Matt woke. Blinking into the lamplight, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. All along his back Jody lay as a wall of warmth, heavy body spooned against him, muscled arm curled around his waist, an anchoring, binding weight. Stretching out, Matt arched his spine, biting his bottom lip on a groan as his movements awakened an ache, deep in his core.
Subsiding, Matt closed his eyes again and savored the sensation, the echo of the bliss Jody had given him. A warm tendril of want threaded inside him, a spark taking hold, flaring into flame. He sighed, recognizing the unending yearning for Jody that seemed to have imbedded itself in his DNA. It was like a sixth sense, one that seemed to reach out to his lover, seeking him, wanting him, always so aware of him.
Matt took a calming breath and considered the idea that the intensity that had bound himself and Jody together in their passion was just because it was their first night together. He told himself it was just because they were new, only just learning one another. He told himself all this, turned the idea backwards and forwards to try and make it match what he felt inside, and couldn’t make it fit. He’d had lovers. He’d had great sex. He’d had fantastic sex. This thing with Jody felt different, more intimate, more intense… it was just simply more, somehow.
Reconciling himself to the fact that he was screwed, figuratively and literally, Matt opened his eyes. He stared at the gentle shapes and patterns of shadows and moonlight cast on the far wall, just outside the reach of the lamplight. The need unearthed with Jody’s appearance in his life was awake again, and lay as a pooling heat inside, filling him, but with not the thing he wanted most.
The arm around him tightened, and he smiled as Jody hauled him back so that his ass fit into the cup of Jody’s hips. Luxuriating in the wrap of his lover’s embrace, Matt smiled at the realization that Jody was awake too, and that all of Jody was awake. Tilting his head, Matt looked up and met warm, sleepy brown eyes as Jody pushed up to one elbow, curving his body around and over Matt, his hair framing his handsome face in a tangled fall.
“Mornin’. At least, I think it is.”
Jody’s voice, the sleep rough rumble of it amplified the heat inside Matt, a vibration of softly spoken syllables flowing over him with quiet power. His heart thudded in his chest. Christ, this man.
My lion.
My Jody.
“Morning,” Matt replied, still smiling, and lifting a hand brushed the hair back from Jody’s brow, tucking it behind one ear.
Jody tipped a simple kiss against him, a gentle press of lips against the silky skin of his wrist where his watch was generally strapped. It was gone now, tossed aside someplace in the bedroom. Matt had no memory of its removal, but he was certain Jody could feel the rapid flutter of his heart in the pulse point there, telegraphed through the thin skin and into Jody’s lips. He cupped Jody’s cheek, thumb stroking over his beard. He was stunning, this mountain of a man, his generous bottom lip curving into a sinful smile as his focused gaze searched Matt’s face.
Slipping his hand behind Jody’s neck, Matt treaded fingers into his curling dark hair, and pulled the sinful smile down to meet his. Brushing their lips together in a slow, sweet replenishment of want, Matt opened his mouth, inviting his lover in. With a low, necessary sound, Jody pushed inside, tonguing Matt’s mouth, accepting and taking his breath. The arm around Matt’s waist flexed, and he melted into the tight embrace as the fire in him rose, licked him from the inside out.
Jody lifted from the kiss, his eyes shading down to a shimmering black as his gaze locked with Matt’s. He rolled his hips, and Matt moaned at the silky hardness of Jody’s aroused cock rubbing against the crease of his ass. Untouched, his own dick had filled, plumped up with nothing more than a kiss from Jody’s lips and a provocative hump against him.
“My angel.”
Jody breathed the endearment into the small space between them, and all of Matt’s attention bent toward his lover.
“I need you, Matthew.”
Nodding, uncaring of how transparent and eager he appeared because yes, yes, of course. Matt pressed back onto Jody’s cock, grinning with his own power as Jody groaned. But he knew Jody wanted more than that from him, so he took a breath, fought to keep his voice even.
“How do you want me?”
Something slipped into Jody’s eyes, a predatory, deeper darkness that sent shivers through Matt’s center.
“Hands and knees, angel.”
The gruff command shot a piercing bolt of desire through Matt. Moving in concert, they drew apart, but only so Mat could lift up, and arrange himself on the bed. Jody aided him, hands warm on Matt’s skin as Matt lifted to his knees. Falling into the position felt familiar. He’d done this before, gotten on hands and knees to be fucked, but the rampant desire twisting up through his core, that sent tremors along his limbs and heat buzzing along his sensitized skin, was anything but typical.
No other man had ever made him feel like Jody did, like he was a flame formed of heat and light calling out to be fucked, filled, possessed.
Matt folded into position, and it was so easy to part his legs and kneel, to fall forward and bow his body and rest his forehead against the bed, arms stretched out in front of him. Once in position he tilted his hips back, presenting himself for Jody’s pleasure, and everything in him settled. A flush of heat rose over him at the thought of what he must look like, and he concentrated on his breathing, calm and patient.
The heavy hand placed upon the small of his back, and the low moan behind him, let him know that Jody approved of him, of his steady, simple obedience.
“My angel. My sweet boy.”
Matt closed his eyes, heart turning over in his chest at the praise as the bed shifted, as Jody slotted into place behind him. Matt could feel the heat of him, could sense the breadth and width of him. Gentle hands smoothed down the line of his back all the way down to his neck, and as Jody drew them back again he curled his fingers in. Matt hissed as blunt nails left lines of heat over his naked skin.
“Oh, angel… gonna ride you until you come for me. Do you understand?”
Matt’s breath stuttered out, and he curled fingers into the bedding seeking a grounding touch. He heard the pattern of Jody’s heavy breaths, and tilting his head, he rested his cheek against the soft quilt beneath him. He was ready to take what Jody gave him.
“I understand. Please, Jody, I need you.”
His voice sounded small, but composed, and he was soothed by Jody’s hands that never left him, but stroked his body steadily as if mapping the lay and line of each tendon and sinew.
Holding his eyes shut, Matt concentrated on the reassuring touch, and settled into a breathing exercise to steady himself. The need still burned inside, demanding answer, but he could endure it. In that moment, he felt he could do anything as long as Jody was by his side, and it was a startling, revealing revelation, and one that Matt couldn’t bear to examine too closely just yet.
“My brave boy. Gonna give you what you need. Gonna split you wide open.”
With his eyes closed Matt found he could better hear the strain in Jody’s voice, the lashed down control he was exhibiting. Matt reveled in it, but he longed to break Jody free from it. He wanted Jody, wanted his lion’s hunger and wildfire inside him.
“Please. Please fuck me.”
Quiet seconds slipped past, those of silence save for the sounds of their labored breathing. Matt sank into the hush, feeling a calm settle over him, and then he heard the pop of the lube’s cap being flipped open. Two breaths later he gasped as Jody’s slicked fingers, felt like two at least coated in the coolness of the lube, pushed into him. Sensitive and sore from their earlier lovemaking, Matt rocked helplessly on the press of curling fingers. Each stroke lit him up with a deeper longing that pushed him past the discomfort of being entered again so soon.
“Oh, fucking Christ,” he blurted, screwing his eyes shut even tighter as Jody worked his body, stretched him with smooth, deft motions of his fingers.
Balancing on his forearms, Matt rode Jody’s probing touch, rolling his hips. A third finger entered, and he whimpered. Arching his back, he tilted his hips back, offering himself.
“My perfect angel,” Jody breathed, sounding dazed, almost reverent.
The praise washed over Matt, honed an edge on the need spiraling inside him that heightened everything, his responsiveness to Jody’s touch, the smell of sex still prevalent from their first time together. His body tightened as he rocked his hips back on the trio of thick fingers, panting as his own fingers dug into the quilt. Sweat pricked his skin as his heart pounded.
As suddenly as the fingers had pushed inside, they withdrew. Matt whined, the sudden emptiness sending an ache of need rolling through him so potent, he felt tears rise in behind his closed eyes. Everything felt too close, but wasn’t close enough. His breathing grew hectic, and his thighs ached from holding his pose.
“Jody!" His voice broke on the plea.
“I’m here, baby.”
Exhaling, Matt settled into the rich, husky baritone of Jody’s voice, a lifeline in the night. The rustle of the condom being ripped open sent a shiver through him, but Jody’s hand was there, caressing the small of his back. His lion watched over him, missing nothing, and Matt was not afraid.
“Easy, baby. Gonna give you what you need. Gonna take care of you. Do you trust me?”
Matt nodded, an enthusiastic bob of his head, and behind him Jody chuckled.
“Look at me, Matthew.”
Lifting up a little, just enough to peer over his shoulder, Matt looked. His lips parted on a trembling exhalation. His Jody, so darkly handsome, knelt behind him on the bed, eyes glittering, a naked hunger burning in them as they fixed upon Matt’s face.
“Do you trust me, angel?”
Blinking, Matt licked his lips, and Jody’s gaze dropped to his mouth briefly, before hauling backup to meet Matt’s eyes, waiting for Matt’s consent.
“I trust you.”
The sharp, predacious smile Jody leveled at him shook Matt to his foundation. Sliding a hand down the line of his spine to rest at the nape of his neck, Jody applied pressure there. His grip curled against Matt’s nape, and he guided him back into place.
“That’s my angel, back down you go.”
Bowed before Jody, Matt pressed his cheek against the quilt, eyes drifting shut. He jumped at the blunt press of Jody’s cockhead at his entrance. The hand on his neck squeezed briefly, before sliding up into his tousled hair, fingers winding in tight. Matt panted as Jody tipped his head back, as Jody’s voice washed over him, and the tension found there vowed dark and beautiful things.
“Relax, sweetheart. Let me in.”
The thrust, when it came, buried Jody whole. Pinioned with Jody’s hand in his hair Matt cried out, clawing at the quilt at the unbelievable sensation of being pushed open. Jody’s thick, veined prick felt massive inside him, no easier to take even though Matt knew he could, had already done so. A hand clamped over his hip, and Jody held him that way, impaled, keeping Matt’s body posed in a beautiful curve ready for fucking, head pulled back, back arched, hips tilted in invitation.
Matt moaned and his eyes stung at the stretch and burn, at Jody’s grip on him and inside him that seemed unmovable, eternal.
“I know it hurts, angel. Breathe for me.”
Matt whimpered, but obediently hauled in a breath.
“That’s my brave boy. So proud of you. You feel so goddamned good, baby.”
The praise a balm of distraction from his aching at being sheathed so tightly around Jody, Matt blinked back tears. He felt so impossibly full, but he still needed more. Jody allowed him the space for one breath, and half of another, and began thrusting.
Wildfire shot up Matt’s spine, the forceful motion of Jody moving inside him a pleasure so consuming it shut out the burn of being fucked open. Jody rode, slapping their bodies together, his fingers laced tight in Matt’s blonde hair. Matt held nothing back, and as Jody loved him his moans broke apart into sharp, keening cries, mingled with Jody’s panting grunts.
Stars blazed behind his closed eyes as Jody shifted the angle of entry; cockhead pounding over Matt’s prostrate. Between his legs Matt’s own arousal which had flagged slightly with Jody’s first forceful thrust, now bobbed and bounced, a hard length leaking pre-cum. His thighs burned and his back ached. Another bolt of pleasure rocketed up his spine and Matt mewled beneath Jody as the bed creaked under them in time with Jody’s pounding rhythm.
For a limitless moment Matt was suspended there in that place of blazing need, filled by his lion. The hand in his hair released and Matt’s head fell forward as Jody’s fingers raked down his sweat slick back. Jody clamped both hands down on Matt’s narrow hips and rutted. Matt bucked, crazy for it as the passion broke loose between them, as Jody voiced his pleasure, primal groans overlaying Matt’s gasps as the breath was fucked out of him.
Matt felt his climax building, his balls drawing up.
“Jody!
“Come for me, angel!”
A wild, untamed thing unfolded inside Matt, a need to give, and obey, and tethered to earth only by Jody’s iron grip, Matt surrendered to it. He climaxed, cock jerking, pushing his seed out as his balls emptied. He cried out, pleasure cascading through him as he shuddered in Jody’s hands, held safe even as he shook apart.
Through the waves of bliss stroking him from the inside out, Matt was vaguely aware that the possession continued. Even as he collapsed, spent, Jody kept thrusting, the bed kept rocking and Matt whimpered as Jody fucked him into a beautiful space of bliss, peace and throbbing completion. He’d given all, was still giving, and he descended gratefully into the fire as a part of it now, cradled and cared for by it as Jody rode toward his own pinnacle.
It might have taken mere take moments, or perhaps minutes, Matt only knew he was where he belonged. Through the licking wings of flame, Matt heard Jody’s cry, a primal shout, and deep inside Jody’s cock jerked. Some instinct rearing up, Matt took hold of his body and bearing down, tightened and squeezed his inner muscles around his lover. He whimpered as Jody twisted rough fingers back into his hair, giving him a little shake.
“Fuck! Matthew!
Pleasure and satisfaction rippling through him, Matt breathed through the shimmering haze as his body relaxed. He floated, serene, as time sifted past, uncounted. Eventually, he stirred, called toward the gentle touch against his lips, his brow, the tip of his nose. He opened his eyes to the soft glow cast by the lamp on the nightstand. Blinking away the wetness on his lashes, either sweat or tears, he looked up into Jody’s smiling face.
“There’s my sweet boy.”
By his side, propped up on one elbow, Jody lowered to his mouth and kissed him, the touch of his lips as gentle and sweet as a dream.
Matt reached up, fingers sifting through Jody’s soft hair as they kissed, as the ache in his ass revealed itself through the calm, gossamer haze wrapped around him. He had no memory of Jody pulling out of him, or rolling him away from the wet spot he’d made on the quilt. Jody pulled back from the kiss, smoothing sweaty hair back from Matt’s face, thumbed the wetness from his cheeks.
“Jody,” Matt managed, making the name an entreaty as he lifted his arms.
Jody came, sinking down against him. He rolled them on the bed until they lay side by side, kissing Matt’s brow and stroking a hand down his back. Eventually, Matt found his voice.
“Sorry. Guess I, uh, zoned out a little.”
Arms squeezed tight around him. “No apologies, baby.” Then, in a quieter tone Jody added, “It was beautiful. You are remarkable.”
Matt pressed a smile against Jody’s shoulder, relaxing into his arms. They smelled of sex and sweat and warmth, and Matt breathed it in. Jody’s breath stirred the hair at the crown of his head, and they settled into the afterglow, allowing their bodies to calm. Matt was on the verge of dozing off when Jody spoke, words pressed against his hair.
“Baby, I need to check you. I… may have gotten a just little out of control, there towards the end.”
Matt chuckled, vividly recalling the wild possession, and Jody’s untamed cries. “Just a little?”
It was a moment before the total meaning behind Jody’s words sank in, and Matt blushed right up to his hair line. He shifted to look up, mouth falling open but no words coming out.
Smiling indulgently at him, Jody said, “Roll over.”
Dazed, Matt complied and let himself be handled, let Jody help him turn and arrange his body as Jody wished. Folding his arms, he buried his face against them and shivered as Jody spread his cheeks wide, inspecting him. Cool air rushed against him and his face flamed even hotter, and he was unable to bite back a soft whimper as a tender touch stroked over his well used, exposed muscle. Jody held him spread open for several silent seconds, then gently releasing him, laid a hand against the small of Matt’s back.
“Everything looks okay, angel. But I think we need to let you rest for a while.”
Matt’s eyes widened as Jody pressed a kiss to one ass cheek, nipped at the tender flesh. Lifting up and rolling over, he felt shaken on a level he wasn’t prepared for as Jody pulled him back into the refuge of his arms. He found that he did feel like resting, that he wanted a quiet space to just sleep, and let his body and mind surface fully from the place Jody had sent him.
Sinking into the embrace, Matt laid his head against Jody’s shoulder. He trailed fingertips over the bumps of Jody’s abs. Lifting a hand, Jody tangled their fingers together.
“You feel it too, don’t you? This thing between us?”
Matt stilled, and tilting his head, rose up on one elbow to look into Jody’s questioning brown eyes. Their fingers remained interlaced, resting on Jody’s chest. Matt opened his mouth, but didn’t know immediately how to answer. And then he did.
“I feel it,” he finally said. “It’s… it’s more than sex, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
Jody’s calm, unshakable tone brought a smile curving Matt’s lips. He brushed a quick kiss to Jody’s chest, just above his pert nipple. He rested his chin there over Jody’s heart.
“It feels so fucking good.”
Jody’s fingers tightened around Matt’s. “Ditto.”
Matt ducked his head, nuzzling Jody’s warm skin, pleased, a blush rising over his face.
“So, I guess, you want to see where this goes?”
“Look at me, baby.”
Matt lifted his head, breathless as Jody smiled, a slow, easy bowing of his lips. His brown eyes were warm, and steadfast.
“I do. I absolutely do.”
Jody drew him down into the circle of his arms, down into his kiss, and against Matt’s lips he whispered, “Poor Izzy.”
They laughed, rolling on the bed, bodies fitting together as perfectly as a lock and key as the moonlit night wheeled overhead, undisturbed.
****Additional Notes****
Welp...there we are, and who am I to deny Matt a chapter of sexy times from his perspective? I think as we progress this little sub/dom dynamic we got going will strengthen, and again, who am I to argue? The boys are in control, I am only the messenger. And my boy Matt may be developing a bit of a praise/kink...but then coming from Jody, who wouldn't?
I have a strong suspicion that Angels is going to be a bit longer than the first fic. I'm not exactly sure where I'm going to wind Angels up, before starting the third fic. I think I have a title for #3...and it's funny, but a lot of the time that's how it unfolds, title first, and then the fic.
The 'ditto' is something I've always loved from the movie Ghost, and knew a long time ago I wanted to use it somewhere in my HMR fic.
Happy to get in an early update! If you're still reading, hope you enjoyed, as always share thoughts/ideas in the comments!
Laters, gators!
Author: Archet
Pairing: OMC Jody McKinnon/Matt Hawkes
Fandom: High Mountain Rangers
Summary: a story of falling in love, figuring things out and just holding on.
Disclaimer: I did not create the High Mountain Ranger character/s, only this fic and the Original Male Character, Jody McKinnon, and any other original characters in supporting roles. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: this fic is set in 1989, approximately a year and a half after the events of the final episode of High Mountain Rangers. There will be no acknowledgment of the events of the spin-off show Jesse Hawkes.
Note: this fic takes place a little over four months after Bad Luck, Bad Guys and High Mountain Rangers and is a sequel to that fic, so reading that first is recommended.
Additional: this fic will depict same sex relationships. If this ain’t your thing, venture no further.
Warnings this chapter: graphic sexual situations, rough sex, dominate/submissive themes
****Additional notes at end of chapter****
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Chapter 7: The Angel and the Lion
Somewhere in the deep, dreaming portion of the night, Matt woke. Blinking into the lamplight, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. All along his back Jody lay as a wall of warmth, heavy body spooned against him, muscled arm curled around his waist, an anchoring, binding weight. Stretching out, Matt arched his spine, biting his bottom lip on a groan as his movements awakened an ache, deep in his core.
Subsiding, Matt closed his eyes again and savored the sensation, the echo of the bliss Jody had given him. A warm tendril of want threaded inside him, a spark taking hold, flaring into flame. He sighed, recognizing the unending yearning for Jody that seemed to have imbedded itself in his DNA. It was like a sixth sense, one that seemed to reach out to his lover, seeking him, wanting him, always so aware of him.
Matt took a calming breath and considered the idea that the intensity that had bound himself and Jody together in their passion was just because it was their first night together. He told himself it was just because they were new, only just learning one another. He told himself all this, turned the idea backwards and forwards to try and make it match what he felt inside, and couldn’t make it fit. He’d had lovers. He’d had great sex. He’d had fantastic sex. This thing with Jody felt different, more intimate, more intense… it was just simply more, somehow.
Reconciling himself to the fact that he was screwed, figuratively and literally, Matt opened his eyes. He stared at the gentle shapes and patterns of shadows and moonlight cast on the far wall, just outside the reach of the lamplight. The need unearthed with Jody’s appearance in his life was awake again, and lay as a pooling heat inside, filling him, but with not the thing he wanted most.
The arm around him tightened, and he smiled as Jody hauled him back so that his ass fit into the cup of Jody’s hips. Luxuriating in the wrap of his lover’s embrace, Matt smiled at the realization that Jody was awake too, and that all of Jody was awake. Tilting his head, Matt looked up and met warm, sleepy brown eyes as Jody pushed up to one elbow, curving his body around and over Matt, his hair framing his handsome face in a tangled fall.
“Mornin’. At least, I think it is.”
Jody’s voice, the sleep rough rumble of it amplified the heat inside Matt, a vibration of softly spoken syllables flowing over him with quiet power. His heart thudded in his chest. Christ, this man.
My lion.
My Jody.
“Morning,” Matt replied, still smiling, and lifting a hand brushed the hair back from Jody’s brow, tucking it behind one ear.
Jody tipped a simple kiss against him, a gentle press of lips against the silky skin of his wrist where his watch was generally strapped. It was gone now, tossed aside someplace in the bedroom. Matt had no memory of its removal, but he was certain Jody could feel the rapid flutter of his heart in the pulse point there, telegraphed through the thin skin and into Jody’s lips. He cupped Jody’s cheek, thumb stroking over his beard. He was stunning, this mountain of a man, his generous bottom lip curving into a sinful smile as his focused gaze searched Matt’s face.
Slipping his hand behind Jody’s neck, Matt treaded fingers into his curling dark hair, and pulled the sinful smile down to meet his. Brushing their lips together in a slow, sweet replenishment of want, Matt opened his mouth, inviting his lover in. With a low, necessary sound, Jody pushed inside, tonguing Matt’s mouth, accepting and taking his breath. The arm around Matt’s waist flexed, and he melted into the tight embrace as the fire in him rose, licked him from the inside out.
Jody lifted from the kiss, his eyes shading down to a shimmering black as his gaze locked with Matt’s. He rolled his hips, and Matt moaned at the silky hardness of Jody’s aroused cock rubbing against the crease of his ass. Untouched, his own dick had filled, plumped up with nothing more than a kiss from Jody’s lips and a provocative hump against him.
“My angel.”
Jody breathed the endearment into the small space between them, and all of Matt’s attention bent toward his lover.
“I need you, Matthew.”
Nodding, uncaring of how transparent and eager he appeared because yes, yes, of course. Matt pressed back onto Jody’s cock, grinning with his own power as Jody groaned. But he knew Jody wanted more than that from him, so he took a breath, fought to keep his voice even.
“How do you want me?”
Something slipped into Jody’s eyes, a predatory, deeper darkness that sent shivers through Matt’s center.
“Hands and knees, angel.”
The gruff command shot a piercing bolt of desire through Matt. Moving in concert, they drew apart, but only so Mat could lift up, and arrange himself on the bed. Jody aided him, hands warm on Matt’s skin as Matt lifted to his knees. Falling into the position felt familiar. He’d done this before, gotten on hands and knees to be fucked, but the rampant desire twisting up through his core, that sent tremors along his limbs and heat buzzing along his sensitized skin, was anything but typical.
No other man had ever made him feel like Jody did, like he was a flame formed of heat and light calling out to be fucked, filled, possessed.
Matt folded into position, and it was so easy to part his legs and kneel, to fall forward and bow his body and rest his forehead against the bed, arms stretched out in front of him. Once in position he tilted his hips back, presenting himself for Jody’s pleasure, and everything in him settled. A flush of heat rose over him at the thought of what he must look like, and he concentrated on his breathing, calm and patient.
The heavy hand placed upon the small of his back, and the low moan behind him, let him know that Jody approved of him, of his steady, simple obedience.
“My angel. My sweet boy.”
Matt closed his eyes, heart turning over in his chest at the praise as the bed shifted, as Jody slotted into place behind him. Matt could feel the heat of him, could sense the breadth and width of him. Gentle hands smoothed down the line of his back all the way down to his neck, and as Jody drew them back again he curled his fingers in. Matt hissed as blunt nails left lines of heat over his naked skin.
“Oh, angel… gonna ride you until you come for me. Do you understand?”
Matt’s breath stuttered out, and he curled fingers into the bedding seeking a grounding touch. He heard the pattern of Jody’s heavy breaths, and tilting his head, he rested his cheek against the soft quilt beneath him. He was ready to take what Jody gave him.
“I understand. Please, Jody, I need you.”
His voice sounded small, but composed, and he was soothed by Jody’s hands that never left him, but stroked his body steadily as if mapping the lay and line of each tendon and sinew.
Holding his eyes shut, Matt concentrated on the reassuring touch, and settled into a breathing exercise to steady himself. The need still burned inside, demanding answer, but he could endure it. In that moment, he felt he could do anything as long as Jody was by his side, and it was a startling, revealing revelation, and one that Matt couldn’t bear to examine too closely just yet.
“My brave boy. Gonna give you what you need. Gonna split you wide open.”
With his eyes closed Matt found he could better hear the strain in Jody’s voice, the lashed down control he was exhibiting. Matt reveled in it, but he longed to break Jody free from it. He wanted Jody, wanted his lion’s hunger and wildfire inside him.
“Please. Please fuck me.”
Quiet seconds slipped past, those of silence save for the sounds of their labored breathing. Matt sank into the hush, feeling a calm settle over him, and then he heard the pop of the lube’s cap being flipped open. Two breaths later he gasped as Jody’s slicked fingers, felt like two at least coated in the coolness of the lube, pushed into him. Sensitive and sore from their earlier lovemaking, Matt rocked helplessly on the press of curling fingers. Each stroke lit him up with a deeper longing that pushed him past the discomfort of being entered again so soon.
“Oh, fucking Christ,” he blurted, screwing his eyes shut even tighter as Jody worked his body, stretched him with smooth, deft motions of his fingers.
Balancing on his forearms, Matt rode Jody’s probing touch, rolling his hips. A third finger entered, and he whimpered. Arching his back, he tilted his hips back, offering himself.
“My perfect angel,” Jody breathed, sounding dazed, almost reverent.
The praise washed over Matt, honed an edge on the need spiraling inside him that heightened everything, his responsiveness to Jody’s touch, the smell of sex still prevalent from their first time together. His body tightened as he rocked his hips back on the trio of thick fingers, panting as his own fingers dug into the quilt. Sweat pricked his skin as his heart pounded.
As suddenly as the fingers had pushed inside, they withdrew. Matt whined, the sudden emptiness sending an ache of need rolling through him so potent, he felt tears rise in behind his closed eyes. Everything felt too close, but wasn’t close enough. His breathing grew hectic, and his thighs ached from holding his pose.
“Jody!" His voice broke on the plea.
“I’m here, baby.”
Exhaling, Matt settled into the rich, husky baritone of Jody’s voice, a lifeline in the night. The rustle of the condom being ripped open sent a shiver through him, but Jody’s hand was there, caressing the small of his back. His lion watched over him, missing nothing, and Matt was not afraid.
“Easy, baby. Gonna give you what you need. Gonna take care of you. Do you trust me?”
Matt nodded, an enthusiastic bob of his head, and behind him Jody chuckled.
“Look at me, Matthew.”
Lifting up a little, just enough to peer over his shoulder, Matt looked. His lips parted on a trembling exhalation. His Jody, so darkly handsome, knelt behind him on the bed, eyes glittering, a naked hunger burning in them as they fixed upon Matt’s face.
“Do you trust me, angel?”
Blinking, Matt licked his lips, and Jody’s gaze dropped to his mouth briefly, before hauling backup to meet Matt’s eyes, waiting for Matt’s consent.
“I trust you.”
The sharp, predacious smile Jody leveled at him shook Matt to his foundation. Sliding a hand down the line of his spine to rest at the nape of his neck, Jody applied pressure there. His grip curled against Matt’s nape, and he guided him back into place.
“That’s my angel, back down you go.”
Bowed before Jody, Matt pressed his cheek against the quilt, eyes drifting shut. He jumped at the blunt press of Jody’s cockhead at his entrance. The hand on his neck squeezed briefly, before sliding up into his tousled hair, fingers winding in tight. Matt panted as Jody tipped his head back, as Jody’s voice washed over him, and the tension found there vowed dark and beautiful things.
“Relax, sweetheart. Let me in.”
The thrust, when it came, buried Jody whole. Pinioned with Jody’s hand in his hair Matt cried out, clawing at the quilt at the unbelievable sensation of being pushed open. Jody’s thick, veined prick felt massive inside him, no easier to take even though Matt knew he could, had already done so. A hand clamped over his hip, and Jody held him that way, impaled, keeping Matt’s body posed in a beautiful curve ready for fucking, head pulled back, back arched, hips tilted in invitation.
Matt moaned and his eyes stung at the stretch and burn, at Jody’s grip on him and inside him that seemed unmovable, eternal.
“I know it hurts, angel. Breathe for me.”
Matt whimpered, but obediently hauled in a breath.
“That’s my brave boy. So proud of you. You feel so goddamned good, baby.”
The praise a balm of distraction from his aching at being sheathed so tightly around Jody, Matt blinked back tears. He felt so impossibly full, but he still needed more. Jody allowed him the space for one breath, and half of another, and began thrusting.
Wildfire shot up Matt’s spine, the forceful motion of Jody moving inside him a pleasure so consuming it shut out the burn of being fucked open. Jody rode, slapping their bodies together, his fingers laced tight in Matt’s blonde hair. Matt held nothing back, and as Jody loved him his moans broke apart into sharp, keening cries, mingled with Jody’s panting grunts.
Stars blazed behind his closed eyes as Jody shifted the angle of entry; cockhead pounding over Matt’s prostrate. Between his legs Matt’s own arousal which had flagged slightly with Jody’s first forceful thrust, now bobbed and bounced, a hard length leaking pre-cum. His thighs burned and his back ached. Another bolt of pleasure rocketed up his spine and Matt mewled beneath Jody as the bed creaked under them in time with Jody’s pounding rhythm.
For a limitless moment Matt was suspended there in that place of blazing need, filled by his lion. The hand in his hair released and Matt’s head fell forward as Jody’s fingers raked down his sweat slick back. Jody clamped both hands down on Matt’s narrow hips and rutted. Matt bucked, crazy for it as the passion broke loose between them, as Jody voiced his pleasure, primal groans overlaying Matt’s gasps as the breath was fucked out of him.
Matt felt his climax building, his balls drawing up.
“Jody!
“Come for me, angel!”
A wild, untamed thing unfolded inside Matt, a need to give, and obey, and tethered to earth only by Jody’s iron grip, Matt surrendered to it. He climaxed, cock jerking, pushing his seed out as his balls emptied. He cried out, pleasure cascading through him as he shuddered in Jody’s hands, held safe even as he shook apart.
Through the waves of bliss stroking him from the inside out, Matt was vaguely aware that the possession continued. Even as he collapsed, spent, Jody kept thrusting, the bed kept rocking and Matt whimpered as Jody fucked him into a beautiful space of bliss, peace and throbbing completion. He’d given all, was still giving, and he descended gratefully into the fire as a part of it now, cradled and cared for by it as Jody rode toward his own pinnacle.
It might have taken mere take moments, or perhaps minutes, Matt only knew he was where he belonged. Through the licking wings of flame, Matt heard Jody’s cry, a primal shout, and deep inside Jody’s cock jerked. Some instinct rearing up, Matt took hold of his body and bearing down, tightened and squeezed his inner muscles around his lover. He whimpered as Jody twisted rough fingers back into his hair, giving him a little shake.
“Fuck! Matthew!
Pleasure and satisfaction rippling through him, Matt breathed through the shimmering haze as his body relaxed. He floated, serene, as time sifted past, uncounted. Eventually, he stirred, called toward the gentle touch against his lips, his brow, the tip of his nose. He opened his eyes to the soft glow cast by the lamp on the nightstand. Blinking away the wetness on his lashes, either sweat or tears, he looked up into Jody’s smiling face.
“There’s my sweet boy.”
By his side, propped up on one elbow, Jody lowered to his mouth and kissed him, the touch of his lips as gentle and sweet as a dream.
Matt reached up, fingers sifting through Jody’s soft hair as they kissed, as the ache in his ass revealed itself through the calm, gossamer haze wrapped around him. He had no memory of Jody pulling out of him, or rolling him away from the wet spot he’d made on the quilt. Jody pulled back from the kiss, smoothing sweaty hair back from Matt’s face, thumbed the wetness from his cheeks.
“Jody,” Matt managed, making the name an entreaty as he lifted his arms.
Jody came, sinking down against him. He rolled them on the bed until they lay side by side, kissing Matt’s brow and stroking a hand down his back. Eventually, Matt found his voice.
“Sorry. Guess I, uh, zoned out a little.”
Arms squeezed tight around him. “No apologies, baby.” Then, in a quieter tone Jody added, “It was beautiful. You are remarkable.”
Matt pressed a smile against Jody’s shoulder, relaxing into his arms. They smelled of sex and sweat and warmth, and Matt breathed it in. Jody’s breath stirred the hair at the crown of his head, and they settled into the afterglow, allowing their bodies to calm. Matt was on the verge of dozing off when Jody spoke, words pressed against his hair.
“Baby, I need to check you. I… may have gotten a just little out of control, there towards the end.”
Matt chuckled, vividly recalling the wild possession, and Jody’s untamed cries. “Just a little?”
It was a moment before the total meaning behind Jody’s words sank in, and Matt blushed right up to his hair line. He shifted to look up, mouth falling open but no words coming out.
Smiling indulgently at him, Jody said, “Roll over.”
Dazed, Matt complied and let himself be handled, let Jody help him turn and arrange his body as Jody wished. Folding his arms, he buried his face against them and shivered as Jody spread his cheeks wide, inspecting him. Cool air rushed against him and his face flamed even hotter, and he was unable to bite back a soft whimper as a tender touch stroked over his well used, exposed muscle. Jody held him spread open for several silent seconds, then gently releasing him, laid a hand against the small of Matt’s back.
“Everything looks okay, angel. But I think we need to let you rest for a while.”
Matt’s eyes widened as Jody pressed a kiss to one ass cheek, nipped at the tender flesh. Lifting up and rolling over, he felt shaken on a level he wasn’t prepared for as Jody pulled him back into the refuge of his arms. He found that he did feel like resting, that he wanted a quiet space to just sleep, and let his body and mind surface fully from the place Jody had sent him.
Sinking into the embrace, Matt laid his head against Jody’s shoulder. He trailed fingertips over the bumps of Jody’s abs. Lifting a hand, Jody tangled their fingers together.
“You feel it too, don’t you? This thing between us?”
Matt stilled, and tilting his head, rose up on one elbow to look into Jody’s questioning brown eyes. Their fingers remained interlaced, resting on Jody’s chest. Matt opened his mouth, but didn’t know immediately how to answer. And then he did.
“I feel it,” he finally said. “It’s… it’s more than sex, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
Jody’s calm, unshakable tone brought a smile curving Matt’s lips. He brushed a quick kiss to Jody’s chest, just above his pert nipple. He rested his chin there over Jody’s heart.
“It feels so fucking good.”
Jody’s fingers tightened around Matt’s. “Ditto.”
Matt ducked his head, nuzzling Jody’s warm skin, pleased, a blush rising over his face.
“So, I guess, you want to see where this goes?”
“Look at me, baby.”
Matt lifted his head, breathless as Jody smiled, a slow, easy bowing of his lips. His brown eyes were warm, and steadfast.
“I do. I absolutely do.”
Jody drew him down into the circle of his arms, down into his kiss, and against Matt’s lips he whispered, “Poor Izzy.”
They laughed, rolling on the bed, bodies fitting together as perfectly as a lock and key as the moonlit night wheeled overhead, undisturbed.
****Additional Notes****
Welp...there we are, and who am I to deny Matt a chapter of sexy times from his perspective? I think as we progress this little sub/dom dynamic we got going will strengthen, and again, who am I to argue? The boys are in control, I am only the messenger. And my boy Matt may be developing a bit of a praise/kink...but then coming from Jody, who wouldn't?
I have a strong suspicion that Angels is going to be a bit longer than the first fic. I'm not exactly sure where I'm going to wind Angels up, before starting the third fic. I think I have a title for #3...and it's funny, but a lot of the time that's how it unfolds, title first, and then the fic.
The 'ditto' is something I've always loved from the movie Ghost, and knew a long time ago I wanted to use it somewhere in my HMR fic.
Happy to get in an early update! If you're still reading, hope you enjoyed, as always share thoughts/ideas in the comments!
Laters, gators!
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Kinda curious, when will Jody meet the other rangers properly? Given how protective some of them are, this could be funny.
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And there’s the ditto and poor izzy…
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