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archetTitle: 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, sexual themes & situations, possible over indulging of hot boys
Summary this chapter: Jody issues orders, tries out a different way to lay claim to his boy, and comes to a realization.
****Additional Notes at end of story****
~*~
Chapter 14: Earth Angel
Jody sat on the couch, facing the open front door. Rolling up the long sleeve of his faded grey Henley, he checked his watch. It read ten minutes past the hour. Settling back against the soft couch cushions, he released a long breath, and let himself relax.
Matt should be arriving at any time.
A smile tugged at Jody’s lips. He’d taken things easy since Matt’s injury, keeping their lovemaking soft and sweet. He’d judged that Matt needed that, a rest from their usual intensity, and he’d loved it, loved being gentle, more playful than commanding. It’d been nice change of pace, but now, Jody sensed a return to their more usual dynamic was in order. His boy needed it, and Jody needed to take care of Matt to the best of his abilities.
Curling his bare toes into the soft rug at the base of the couch, Jody rubbed his palms absently over the taut denim of his thighs, closed his eyes, and fell into a cycle of even, regular breathing. He needed to shore up his control, because as soon as he got his hands on Matt, it’d be a challenge not to blow off the rest of night, take him to bed and not surface until morning. Matt was so beautifully responsive, so remarkably in tune with Jody’s need of him, it was astonishingly easy to get lost in him, and lose all regard for the rest of the world.
Bypassing all the normal rituals of dating and heading full on into an intense, very physical relationship seemed to be their MO. Jody had zero problems with this, but, it didn’t hurt to change things up and anyway, he felt Matt was the type of man who needed variety in a relationship. He was still young, still discovering his likes and dislikes in many respects, and Jody planned on being a part of Matt’s continuing path of discovery. Maintaining his breathing exercises, a thrill of excitement buzzed through him.
Matt was coming home, and Jody was ready to greet him.
He was pretty much settled by the time he heard a noise outside the cabin, the crunch of tires on the gravel drive, and Jody felt a sense of completion lock into position inside him, as if a part of him was righting itself, a foundation settling into place. Jody savored the comfort of it, the sense of home he felt here, in Matt’s cabin, as a part of Matt’s life. He smiled as he heard the thump of what must be the Blazer’s door slamming shut, and the electric buzz that thrilled up his spine sent goose bumps prickling over his skin.
Matt had his own personal vehicle, a tricked out black Jeep that he kept parked under a short awning attached to the shed out back, but most of the time he drove one of the Blazers to and from work. Jody reigned in his smile, composing his expression into order at the sound of quick footsteps coming up the front steps. He swallowed, strapping down his excitement at the sight of his lover swinging open the screen door and stepping inside the cabin.
Inside, the cabin was filled with diffused amber light. In the west the sun hung on the very edge of drawing down behind the mountains, and though the skies still glowed with the last hours of sunlight for the day, the land below would soon fall into twilight. Only the bulb over the kitchen sink was on, so that the only other illumination came from the flaxen sunbeams streaming in through the kitchen window, and through the glass panes set into the door that led out onto the back porch. The bright bars of brilliance fell across the floor, and spilled into the living room.
Jody watched Matt pause in the doorway, handsome face carrying an expectant expression as he blinked in the varied light. Upon seeing Jody waiting for him on the couch, he smiled, a crooked curl of his lips that lit his face with warmth and obvious delight. A sweet, bright rush of desire winged its way through Jody, and he held fast to his control.
God, my boy is gorgeous.
“Stop there,” Jody said firmly, and he could tell the quick, clipped command caught Matt slightly off guard.
But, just as Jody knew he would, Matt obediently stopped his forward motion, pausing just past the threshold of the front door. He let the screen door swing shut behind him, a soft thump against the doorframe. Jody inspected his lover openly, his appreciation blatant, his gaze traveling from the toes of Matt’s tall black boots, to the crown of his blonde head. As his perusal passed over the provocative bulge between Matt’s legs, he tilted his head and freed a pleased smile.
“Such a good boy,” he observed softly.
As he knew it would, his praise touched Matt. Jody watched him curl his long fingers into his palms reflexively, his beautiful green eyes drifting closed for a moment as his lips parted on a soft exhalation. Jody experienced a moment of total incomprehension, and an odd sort of sympathy, for the fool who’d held Matthew Hawkes in their hands, and had let him go. Living with the loss of such loveliness must be excruciating.
Jody did not intend to make such a thoughtless mistake.
“Thank you, Jody” Matt said after a moment collecting himself.
So appropriate, so proper.
Pushing up from the couch Jody crossed the short distance between them. His lips curved up again as he watched Matt’s own appreciative gaze flick up and down, taking Jody in as he approached. Coming to a stop a half step away, he reached out, and curling his fingers under Matt’s chin, brushed the pad of his thumb gently over the full bottom lip.
“Did you obey the speed limit, Matthew?”
Holding very still, Matt replied. “Yes, Jody. All the way home.”
Letting hand drop away, Jody stepped back, regarding his boy closely.
“All the way home? You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”
Green eyes narrowed. “No. I wouldn’t,” Matt said firmly, sounding affronted, and possibly a little annoyed.
Jody nodded slowly, as if considering Matt’s words. Biting the inside of his cheek he fought to keep his amusement from breaking loose. He cleared his throat before speaking.
“That’s good, because I know exactly how long it takes to get here from the station while going the speed limit, and guess what?”
Matt lifted his chin. “What?”
Jody’s lips quirked. “You’re right on time.”
The bright smile that spread over Matt’s face stole Jody’s breath, and his already hard cock, pressing against the confines of his jeans, twitched hard enough to have him curling his toes into the rug beneath his feet. Stepping forward, he moved near enough that their chests almost, but not quite, brushed together. Matt seemed to understand in that almost preternatural way of his, that he shouldn’t speak or reach out, and stood very still, watching as Jody eased into his personal space.
Reaching up, Jody threaded fingers through Matt’s hair, brushing it back from his temple. Leaning down, tilting his head, he whispered into the shell of Matt’s ear. “Are you hard, my angel?”
Matt made a soft, sweet sound accompanied by an emphatic bob of his head. Face tipped toward Matt’s ear, Jody smiled as soft hair brushed his cheek with the motion. Breathing in, he detected a hint of cologne, citrus and cedar, clinging to Matt’s skin even after the long day, and underpinning that, something else, something earthier and even more alluring. The scent of him, the warmth of him, of his body and just his genuine goodness seduced Jody, so effortlessly.
Jesus, does he know? Does he know that I’d give him anything he asked for?
“Sorry, baby. I didn’t hear you,” Jody said, breathing the words inside Matt’s ear, proud that he’d managed to retain an even, almost casual tone.
A shiver passed through Matt’s frame, a tremor Jody felt vibrate through the sliver of air between them.
“I’m sorry, Jody. Yes. Yes, I’m hard. I’ve been hard since I left the station.”
Drawing back to look into Matt’s eyes, Jody held tight to his restraint. Color resting high on Matt’s cheekbones, his lips slightly parted, those light, sea-green eyes having shaded dark and deep, he was the most gorgeous thing Jody had ever laid eyes on. His very own angel, here on earth.
“That’s good, sweetheart,” Jody said, groping for his inner core of patience, reaffirming to himself his planned purpose for this moment.
Instinct screamed at him to just take the boy, pin him against the wall, enter his body and fuck him open, remind him that he belonged there, on Jody’s cock, in Jody’s arms. But this moment wasn’t about Jody’s instinctual desires. This moment was about giving Matt something new, about deepening the bond of give and take between them both.
Feeling his sense of purpose eclipse his own animal need, Jody felt his control solidify. He was in command. He was after a different sort of possession this time.
“You will not come until I give you permission,” Jody said firmly.
Matt nodded, another eager jerk of his head only this time he remembered to follow it up by saying, “I understand.”
Lifting his hands, Jody eased the seams of Matt’s jacket apart, revealing a white form fitting collarless shirt that the rangers often wore. Fingertips skimming over the soft fabric, Jody reached up and carefully pushed Matt’s jacket off his shoulders and down his arms. He watched Matt swallow, throat working, and allowed the boy a moment as he fought to keep his breathing controlled and even. After a second, Matt leaned against the wall behind him, pressing his palms flat against it.
Smiling his approval at Matt’s conduct, Jody tossed the jacket aside, then reached out and tugged the white shirt free from the belted grey pants. Looking up to Matt’s eyes, Jody found they had closed, his long lashes curling against his flushed cheeks. Jody’s gaze dropped down, down to Matt’s mouth, the soft lips that begged to be kissed, bitten and tasted.
A fine tremor passed through his fingers as he moved to unbuckle Matt’s belt. Thankfully, the buckle gave easily, and he didn’t have to fumble with it as he opened it up, letting the ends of the belt hang free, allowing easy access to the button of Matt’s pants. Jody sent a silent sense of gratitude Matt’s way for closing his eyes, and keeping them closed, and so keeping the mammoth struggle in Jody’s own a hidden thing between them.
Releasing a slow breath, Jody brought both hands to Matt’s waist, working at the button of the pants. After a moment Jody had it free, undone easily, and then afterwards he carefully lowered the zipper, mindful of Matt’s hard-on straining against the seam.
Matt remained frozen, palms pressed against the wall, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, and the soft barely heard hitches of his breath, telegraphing his inner struggle to keep quiescent under Jody’s hand. With careful fingers Jody gently parted the fabric of the pants, tugging them down over Matt’s narrow hips, and lower, down to his mid-thigh. The obvious outline of his aroused cock tenting the front of his boxers had Jody smiling, and a bolt of pure pleasure sang through him at the wet spot he discovered there, dampening the white cotton.
“My boy is already wet,” Jody rumbled, and Matt whimpered softly, his hips pressing forward, toward Jody, toward his voice.
Taking a long second to collect himself, Jody adopted one of Matt’s habits and bit his bottom lip as he hooked his fingers inside the elastic waistband of the boxers. The heat rolling off Matt’s body was almost enough to break his resolve, but Jody kept his course and gently tugged the underwear down, again, sliding the fabric over the points of Matt’s hipbones, then downward, peeling them to lie crumpled against the grey pants.
Once liberated from the boxers, Matt’s cock bobbed free to the open air. His eyes flew open, and he stared upwards, dilated green eyes glazing over as his head thumped back against the wall in reaction to being bared, a soft whine escaping his parted lips. Watching him intently, Jody gave Matt a moment of acclimation to the new circumstance of being bared, and then lifted his hands to bracket Matt’s hips.
“Hold still,” Jody ordered quietly, smiling as Matt’s gave him a tiny nod of acknowledgment without looking at him.
Jody reveled in the fact that for Matt, giving eye contact in that moment might be too much for him, might be enough to send him over the edge and so he was avoiding it. The knowledge honed a razor’s edge to the pleasure and satisfaction strumming through Jody as he catalogued Matt’s reactions to just his closeness, his fleeting touches, his naked voice giving orders.
Shoulders and palms pressed against the wall, Matt turned his head aside, squeezing his eyes shut once more. His lips parted as his breath rushed out, and Jody took in the sight of him, wanting to brand the image in his memory for all time. Jody reached out and lifted the shirt, rolling it up and tucking it under Matt’s armpits so that he was bare from his nipples to his thighs.
Beautifully indecent, the strong lines of Matt’s chest flowed down into his lean middle. Taut abs, narrow waist and the sharp points of his hipbones composed an altogether achingly seductive display. And his cock, dusky, glistening, straining out from his body toward Jody, a heavy jut from his tidy nest of dark blonde curls over heavy hanging balls sent a pang of such hunger through Jody, he was sure it would never be sated.
“Just look at you, baby,” Jody rasped, voice heavy with longing.
It wasn’t technically a proper order, and so Matt didn’t move, didn’t open his eyes look at himself, but he did breathe out one word, a soft, strained exhalation of distress, and need.
“Jody.”
“I’m here, angel,” Jody whispered as he leaned one hand against the wall at Matt’s side, curling his body protectively over Matt’s vulnerable form.
Jody warned him, “I’m going to touch you now,” and giving Matt a moment to take a steadying breath, Jody curled his fingers around the warm, silky shaft of Matt’s cock.
Matt’s hips jerked, essentially fucking himself against Jody’s palm once, twice, before he gathered the shreds of his control and fell still once more. Proud of him for holding back, Jody trailed his fingers down Matt’s cock, caressing the hard shaft gently.
“Oh, God,” Matt whined, and sank his teeth into his bottom lip, stifling a moan.
Jody tightened his grip, tugged harshly, fingers wrapped around the root of Matt’s cock. “Stop that,” he snapped.
Whimpering, Matt released his bitten lip.
“I want all your noise,” Jody growled, and continued to cradle Matt in his palm, not stroking or tugging, but just simply holding him.
“Jody, please, fuck,” Matt gasped.
Adjusting his grip, Jody looked down, breathless, and brushed the calloused pad of his thumb over Matt’s glistening slit, smearing his slick all over the purpled head of his cock.
A powerful tremor wracked Matt’s frame, a symptom of his personal battle to hold still when every instinct in him must be telling him to move, to fuck himself on Jody’s hand.
“Jody, God! Please, please, I can’t-I can’t hold on,” Matt begged, voice trembling. His smooth, flushed skin was fairly glowing and under Jody’s hand he was flowering with need, bound by his promise to obey.
Jody growled, smelling Matt’s sex, feeling his warmth, and standing in witness of his perfect obedience, Jody felt a swell of hot pride fill his heart. “Such a sweet boy I have,” he said, voice thick, near to shaking.
“Oh, God, Jody, oh fuck,” Matt pushed out, voice breaking on a sob.
“I’m here, baby,” Jody promised, enthralled by Matt’s exposed loveliness. “Look at me, angel.”
Obeying seemed to demand an immense amount of effort from Matt, but he got his eyes open, and when he did, Jody was pierced by them, the naked longing warring with his boy’s need to be good shining from them like a beacon light, guiding Jody home on a dark night. Dilated out, almost black, Jody could discern only the barest hint of green rimming the pupils.
“Please, please, may I come?” Matt begged, and the shaking emotion in his plea, in his desperate eyes and in his straining body knifed Jody to his core, stuck down into the recesses of his heart so that he couldn’t bear to deny Matt any longer.
“Come now, baby,” he ordered huskily, and looking into those dilated eyes abruptly jacked Matt’s cock, an ungentle, twisting pull on his long, hard shaft.
Crying out, Matt jerked his hips forward, bowing out from the wall, his fingers curling into fists as he pushed himself into the grip of Jody’s hand. He eyes widened and then slammed shut again as his body bent to Jody’s word, to his will. Matt climaxed, cock jerking, jetting thick ropes of come over Jody’s fingers. Hips rocking, he fucked himself against the hand holding him and shouted Jody’s name to the ceiling.
“Jody!”
Moaning at the uninhibited beauty before him, Jody held Matt as he emptied his load, and then finally softened. He drank in his lover’s soft, trembling moans as Matt sagged against the wall, panting for breath, head lolling. After a one last hard squeeze, Jody tenderly released him, and stepped back.
“Look at me, angel.”
It took a moment for the words to penetrate, but eventually Matt hauled his eyes open.
Planting his feet, Jody hissed as he opened his jeans, pushed the denim and his briefs aside and pulled out his own throbbing prick. He circled his fingers, slick with Matt’s seed, tight around the base to keep from popping right off. He swore roughly, ass clenching as he fought to hold back. Matt gazed at him, mouth slack, eyes dazed, glazed over.
“Do not move,” Jody ordered.
He jacked his thick, veined shaft with rough, unforgiving jerks of his wrist. As he worked, Matt’s come slicked all along his length, transferred from his fingers. He threw back his head and moaned, loving that it was Matt’s jizz all over him as his climax built. He stared at Matt through narrowed eyes, at his gorgeous boy with his pants pushed down around those strong thighs, at his pretty prick, soft now, hanging out. Hips rocking, Jody felt his balls cinching up, ready to empty.
“Goddamn,” he grunted, and looking at Matt’s face, at his wrecked expression, still so open, still so giving, he felt a truth slam through him.
He’s mine.
“Please, Jody,” Matt said, leaning his head back against the wall, watching. “I need it on me. I fucking want it all over me.”
The pleasure stormed through Jody, and he saw Matt’s eyes pull wide as his come jetted out, as he aimed for Matt’s naked skin. The bliss pulled from his very center as sheets of pulsing pleasure, sparks fizzing over his vision as his load striped Matt’s flat belly, his chest, and his spent cock.
Jody leaned his head back and watched his seed land on Matt’s skin, a deep rolling satisfaction pounding through him. This was his right, to mark Matt this way. This was his privilege, to anoint Matt’s body as Jody’s own. He growled as the pleasure crested inside him, and after an endless few moments, slowly receded, yet even then he kept slowly jacking his softening dick, liking the ache of it as he savored the startled edge of wonder in Matt’s wide eyes.
Finally, he pulled his hand off his cock. Stepping forward, panting, he curled come covered fingers under Matt’s chin and titled his face up. Jody kissed him, growling into the sweet heat of Matt’s compliance, his moan stifled by the slick thrust of Jody’s tongue inside him. Jody crowded him against the wall, taking his fill.
“My sweet boy,” Jody whispered as they pulled apart, and looking into Matt’s eyes, he wanted to say so much more, finding himself humbled by Matt’s willingness to submit, to share of himself so intimately, by the strengthening of the bond between them.
Jody wrapped his arms around Matt, slid hands up his sweat slick back and held him tight. He tucked his face against Matt’s neck, lips brushing Matt’s skin as he gasped out, “Angel,” and hoped that was enough.
He hoped that it was enough to make Matt understand that Jody couldn’t do without him, now, that he couldn’t imagine his life without his green-eyed ranger in it. Strong arms wound about him, and Jody smiled against the warm skin beneath his lips as fingers stroked his hair, as Matt’s hand cradled the back of his head.
“My Jody,” Matt replied, and it was the tie that bound them together, an exchange of understanding laid down in the language of simple words, in a simple touch.
Jody held his boy, and knew, suddenly, the way he knew north from south, and east from west; he was in love.
Of course he was.
Nothing else could feel so fucking good, and so humbling, all at once.
****Additional Notes*****
Ah! Sliding into home in the bottom of the ninth! Just barely getting this in this week. Struggled with this chapter, sort of, because I had a very defined plan of what was going to happen, and of course, the boys decided the entire bit should be just this particular indulgent scene, because well...reasons. I finally had to give in. Originally this chapter would've seen them on their date, and Jody's little 'realization' would not have happened like this.
Yall, I swear, just when I think I'm getting close to figuring out where to tie 'Angels' up, it just keeps going. Imma just gonna enjoy the ride. Woot!
I very much like playing with their dom/sub dynamic, and the free form manner of it, though I think at some point it'd be fun the have Jody lay down some rules, with definite punishments for disobedience, I mean, sounds like fun, yeah? :D (again, somebody's been lurking in my story notes!)
Also, apparently I have a devil of a time keeping chapters numbers correct. Think I got it this time, lol.
All for now! As always, share feedback/thoughts in the comments! :D
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, sexual themes & situations, possible over indulging of hot boys
Summary this chapter: Jody issues orders, tries out a different way to lay claim to his boy, and comes to a realization.
****Additional Notes at end of story****
~*~
Chapter 14: Earth Angel
Jody sat on the couch, facing the open front door. Rolling up the long sleeve of his faded grey Henley, he checked his watch. It read ten minutes past the hour. Settling back against the soft couch cushions, he released a long breath, and let himself relax.
Matt should be arriving at any time.
A smile tugged at Jody’s lips. He’d taken things easy since Matt’s injury, keeping their lovemaking soft and sweet. He’d judged that Matt needed that, a rest from their usual intensity, and he’d loved it, loved being gentle, more playful than commanding. It’d been nice change of pace, but now, Jody sensed a return to their more usual dynamic was in order. His boy needed it, and Jody needed to take care of Matt to the best of his abilities.
Curling his bare toes into the soft rug at the base of the couch, Jody rubbed his palms absently over the taut denim of his thighs, closed his eyes, and fell into a cycle of even, regular breathing. He needed to shore up his control, because as soon as he got his hands on Matt, it’d be a challenge not to blow off the rest of night, take him to bed and not surface until morning. Matt was so beautifully responsive, so remarkably in tune with Jody’s need of him, it was astonishingly easy to get lost in him, and lose all regard for the rest of the world.
Bypassing all the normal rituals of dating and heading full on into an intense, very physical relationship seemed to be their MO. Jody had zero problems with this, but, it didn’t hurt to change things up and anyway, he felt Matt was the type of man who needed variety in a relationship. He was still young, still discovering his likes and dislikes in many respects, and Jody planned on being a part of Matt’s continuing path of discovery. Maintaining his breathing exercises, a thrill of excitement buzzed through him.
Matt was coming home, and Jody was ready to greet him.
He was pretty much settled by the time he heard a noise outside the cabin, the crunch of tires on the gravel drive, and Jody felt a sense of completion lock into position inside him, as if a part of him was righting itself, a foundation settling into place. Jody savored the comfort of it, the sense of home he felt here, in Matt’s cabin, as a part of Matt’s life. He smiled as he heard the thump of what must be the Blazer’s door slamming shut, and the electric buzz that thrilled up his spine sent goose bumps prickling over his skin.
Matt had his own personal vehicle, a tricked out black Jeep that he kept parked under a short awning attached to the shed out back, but most of the time he drove one of the Blazers to and from work. Jody reigned in his smile, composing his expression into order at the sound of quick footsteps coming up the front steps. He swallowed, strapping down his excitement at the sight of his lover swinging open the screen door and stepping inside the cabin.
Inside, the cabin was filled with diffused amber light. In the west the sun hung on the very edge of drawing down behind the mountains, and though the skies still glowed with the last hours of sunlight for the day, the land below would soon fall into twilight. Only the bulb over the kitchen sink was on, so that the only other illumination came from the flaxen sunbeams streaming in through the kitchen window, and through the glass panes set into the door that led out onto the back porch. The bright bars of brilliance fell across the floor, and spilled into the living room.
Jody watched Matt pause in the doorway, handsome face carrying an expectant expression as he blinked in the varied light. Upon seeing Jody waiting for him on the couch, he smiled, a crooked curl of his lips that lit his face with warmth and obvious delight. A sweet, bright rush of desire winged its way through Jody, and he held fast to his control.
God, my boy is gorgeous.
“Stop there,” Jody said firmly, and he could tell the quick, clipped command caught Matt slightly off guard.
But, just as Jody knew he would, Matt obediently stopped his forward motion, pausing just past the threshold of the front door. He let the screen door swing shut behind him, a soft thump against the doorframe. Jody inspected his lover openly, his appreciation blatant, his gaze traveling from the toes of Matt’s tall black boots, to the crown of his blonde head. As his perusal passed over the provocative bulge between Matt’s legs, he tilted his head and freed a pleased smile.
“Such a good boy,” he observed softly.
As he knew it would, his praise touched Matt. Jody watched him curl his long fingers into his palms reflexively, his beautiful green eyes drifting closed for a moment as his lips parted on a soft exhalation. Jody experienced a moment of total incomprehension, and an odd sort of sympathy, for the fool who’d held Matthew Hawkes in their hands, and had let him go. Living with the loss of such loveliness must be excruciating.
Jody did not intend to make such a thoughtless mistake.
“Thank you, Jody” Matt said after a moment collecting himself.
So appropriate, so proper.
Pushing up from the couch Jody crossed the short distance between them. His lips curved up again as he watched Matt’s own appreciative gaze flick up and down, taking Jody in as he approached. Coming to a stop a half step away, he reached out, and curling his fingers under Matt’s chin, brushed the pad of his thumb gently over the full bottom lip.
“Did you obey the speed limit, Matthew?”
Holding very still, Matt replied. “Yes, Jody. All the way home.”
Letting hand drop away, Jody stepped back, regarding his boy closely.
“All the way home? You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”
Green eyes narrowed. “No. I wouldn’t,” Matt said firmly, sounding affronted, and possibly a little annoyed.
Jody nodded slowly, as if considering Matt’s words. Biting the inside of his cheek he fought to keep his amusement from breaking loose. He cleared his throat before speaking.
“That’s good, because I know exactly how long it takes to get here from the station while going the speed limit, and guess what?”
Matt lifted his chin. “What?”
Jody’s lips quirked. “You’re right on time.”
The bright smile that spread over Matt’s face stole Jody’s breath, and his already hard cock, pressing against the confines of his jeans, twitched hard enough to have him curling his toes into the rug beneath his feet. Stepping forward, he moved near enough that their chests almost, but not quite, brushed together. Matt seemed to understand in that almost preternatural way of his, that he shouldn’t speak or reach out, and stood very still, watching as Jody eased into his personal space.
Reaching up, Jody threaded fingers through Matt’s hair, brushing it back from his temple. Leaning down, tilting his head, he whispered into the shell of Matt’s ear. “Are you hard, my angel?”
Matt made a soft, sweet sound accompanied by an emphatic bob of his head. Face tipped toward Matt’s ear, Jody smiled as soft hair brushed his cheek with the motion. Breathing in, he detected a hint of cologne, citrus and cedar, clinging to Matt’s skin even after the long day, and underpinning that, something else, something earthier and even more alluring. The scent of him, the warmth of him, of his body and just his genuine goodness seduced Jody, so effortlessly.
Jesus, does he know? Does he know that I’d give him anything he asked for?
“Sorry, baby. I didn’t hear you,” Jody said, breathing the words inside Matt’s ear, proud that he’d managed to retain an even, almost casual tone.
A shiver passed through Matt’s frame, a tremor Jody felt vibrate through the sliver of air between them.
“I’m sorry, Jody. Yes. Yes, I’m hard. I’ve been hard since I left the station.”
Drawing back to look into Matt’s eyes, Jody held tight to his restraint. Color resting high on Matt’s cheekbones, his lips slightly parted, those light, sea-green eyes having shaded dark and deep, he was the most gorgeous thing Jody had ever laid eyes on. His very own angel, here on earth.
“That’s good, sweetheart,” Jody said, groping for his inner core of patience, reaffirming to himself his planned purpose for this moment.
Instinct screamed at him to just take the boy, pin him against the wall, enter his body and fuck him open, remind him that he belonged there, on Jody’s cock, in Jody’s arms. But this moment wasn’t about Jody’s instinctual desires. This moment was about giving Matt something new, about deepening the bond of give and take between them both.
Feeling his sense of purpose eclipse his own animal need, Jody felt his control solidify. He was in command. He was after a different sort of possession this time.
“You will not come until I give you permission,” Jody said firmly.
Matt nodded, another eager jerk of his head only this time he remembered to follow it up by saying, “I understand.”
Lifting his hands, Jody eased the seams of Matt’s jacket apart, revealing a white form fitting collarless shirt that the rangers often wore. Fingertips skimming over the soft fabric, Jody reached up and carefully pushed Matt’s jacket off his shoulders and down his arms. He watched Matt swallow, throat working, and allowed the boy a moment as he fought to keep his breathing controlled and even. After a second, Matt leaned against the wall behind him, pressing his palms flat against it.
Smiling his approval at Matt’s conduct, Jody tossed the jacket aside, then reached out and tugged the white shirt free from the belted grey pants. Looking up to Matt’s eyes, Jody found they had closed, his long lashes curling against his flushed cheeks. Jody’s gaze dropped down, down to Matt’s mouth, the soft lips that begged to be kissed, bitten and tasted.
A fine tremor passed through his fingers as he moved to unbuckle Matt’s belt. Thankfully, the buckle gave easily, and he didn’t have to fumble with it as he opened it up, letting the ends of the belt hang free, allowing easy access to the button of Matt’s pants. Jody sent a silent sense of gratitude Matt’s way for closing his eyes, and keeping them closed, and so keeping the mammoth struggle in Jody’s own a hidden thing between them.
Releasing a slow breath, Jody brought both hands to Matt’s waist, working at the button of the pants. After a moment Jody had it free, undone easily, and then afterwards he carefully lowered the zipper, mindful of Matt’s hard-on straining against the seam.
Matt remained frozen, palms pressed against the wall, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, and the soft barely heard hitches of his breath, telegraphing his inner struggle to keep quiescent under Jody’s hand. With careful fingers Jody gently parted the fabric of the pants, tugging them down over Matt’s narrow hips, and lower, down to his mid-thigh. The obvious outline of his aroused cock tenting the front of his boxers had Jody smiling, and a bolt of pure pleasure sang through him at the wet spot he discovered there, dampening the white cotton.
“My boy is already wet,” Jody rumbled, and Matt whimpered softly, his hips pressing forward, toward Jody, toward his voice.
Taking a long second to collect himself, Jody adopted one of Matt’s habits and bit his bottom lip as he hooked his fingers inside the elastic waistband of the boxers. The heat rolling off Matt’s body was almost enough to break his resolve, but Jody kept his course and gently tugged the underwear down, again, sliding the fabric over the points of Matt’s hipbones, then downward, peeling them to lie crumpled against the grey pants.
Once liberated from the boxers, Matt’s cock bobbed free to the open air. His eyes flew open, and he stared upwards, dilated green eyes glazing over as his head thumped back against the wall in reaction to being bared, a soft whine escaping his parted lips. Watching him intently, Jody gave Matt a moment of acclimation to the new circumstance of being bared, and then lifted his hands to bracket Matt’s hips.
“Hold still,” Jody ordered quietly, smiling as Matt’s gave him a tiny nod of acknowledgment without looking at him.
Jody reveled in the fact that for Matt, giving eye contact in that moment might be too much for him, might be enough to send him over the edge and so he was avoiding it. The knowledge honed a razor’s edge to the pleasure and satisfaction strumming through Jody as he catalogued Matt’s reactions to just his closeness, his fleeting touches, his naked voice giving orders.
Shoulders and palms pressed against the wall, Matt turned his head aside, squeezing his eyes shut once more. His lips parted as his breath rushed out, and Jody took in the sight of him, wanting to brand the image in his memory for all time. Jody reached out and lifted the shirt, rolling it up and tucking it under Matt’s armpits so that he was bare from his nipples to his thighs.
Beautifully indecent, the strong lines of Matt’s chest flowed down into his lean middle. Taut abs, narrow waist and the sharp points of his hipbones composed an altogether achingly seductive display. And his cock, dusky, glistening, straining out from his body toward Jody, a heavy jut from his tidy nest of dark blonde curls over heavy hanging balls sent a pang of such hunger through Jody, he was sure it would never be sated.
“Just look at you, baby,” Jody rasped, voice heavy with longing.
It wasn’t technically a proper order, and so Matt didn’t move, didn’t open his eyes look at himself, but he did breathe out one word, a soft, strained exhalation of distress, and need.
“Jody.”
“I’m here, angel,” Jody whispered as he leaned one hand against the wall at Matt’s side, curling his body protectively over Matt’s vulnerable form.
Jody warned him, “I’m going to touch you now,” and giving Matt a moment to take a steadying breath, Jody curled his fingers around the warm, silky shaft of Matt’s cock.
Matt’s hips jerked, essentially fucking himself against Jody’s palm once, twice, before he gathered the shreds of his control and fell still once more. Proud of him for holding back, Jody trailed his fingers down Matt’s cock, caressing the hard shaft gently.
“Oh, God,” Matt whined, and sank his teeth into his bottom lip, stifling a moan.
Jody tightened his grip, tugged harshly, fingers wrapped around the root of Matt’s cock. “Stop that,” he snapped.
Whimpering, Matt released his bitten lip.
“I want all your noise,” Jody growled, and continued to cradle Matt in his palm, not stroking or tugging, but just simply holding him.
“Jody, please, fuck,” Matt gasped.
Adjusting his grip, Jody looked down, breathless, and brushed the calloused pad of his thumb over Matt’s glistening slit, smearing his slick all over the purpled head of his cock.
A powerful tremor wracked Matt’s frame, a symptom of his personal battle to hold still when every instinct in him must be telling him to move, to fuck himself on Jody’s hand.
“Jody, God! Please, please, I can’t-I can’t hold on,” Matt begged, voice trembling. His smooth, flushed skin was fairly glowing and under Jody’s hand he was flowering with need, bound by his promise to obey.
Jody growled, smelling Matt’s sex, feeling his warmth, and standing in witness of his perfect obedience, Jody felt a swell of hot pride fill his heart. “Such a sweet boy I have,” he said, voice thick, near to shaking.
“Oh, God, Jody, oh fuck,” Matt pushed out, voice breaking on a sob.
“I’m here, baby,” Jody promised, enthralled by Matt’s exposed loveliness. “Look at me, angel.”
Obeying seemed to demand an immense amount of effort from Matt, but he got his eyes open, and when he did, Jody was pierced by them, the naked longing warring with his boy’s need to be good shining from them like a beacon light, guiding Jody home on a dark night. Dilated out, almost black, Jody could discern only the barest hint of green rimming the pupils.
“Please, please, may I come?” Matt begged, and the shaking emotion in his plea, in his desperate eyes and in his straining body knifed Jody to his core, stuck down into the recesses of his heart so that he couldn’t bear to deny Matt any longer.
“Come now, baby,” he ordered huskily, and looking into those dilated eyes abruptly jacked Matt’s cock, an ungentle, twisting pull on his long, hard shaft.
Crying out, Matt jerked his hips forward, bowing out from the wall, his fingers curling into fists as he pushed himself into the grip of Jody’s hand. He eyes widened and then slammed shut again as his body bent to Jody’s word, to his will. Matt climaxed, cock jerking, jetting thick ropes of come over Jody’s fingers. Hips rocking, he fucked himself against the hand holding him and shouted Jody’s name to the ceiling.
“Jody!”
Moaning at the uninhibited beauty before him, Jody held Matt as he emptied his load, and then finally softened. He drank in his lover’s soft, trembling moans as Matt sagged against the wall, panting for breath, head lolling. After a one last hard squeeze, Jody tenderly released him, and stepped back.
“Look at me, angel.”
It took a moment for the words to penetrate, but eventually Matt hauled his eyes open.
Planting his feet, Jody hissed as he opened his jeans, pushed the denim and his briefs aside and pulled out his own throbbing prick. He circled his fingers, slick with Matt’s seed, tight around the base to keep from popping right off. He swore roughly, ass clenching as he fought to hold back. Matt gazed at him, mouth slack, eyes dazed, glazed over.
“Do not move,” Jody ordered.
He jacked his thick, veined shaft with rough, unforgiving jerks of his wrist. As he worked, Matt’s come slicked all along his length, transferred from his fingers. He threw back his head and moaned, loving that it was Matt’s jizz all over him as his climax built. He stared at Matt through narrowed eyes, at his gorgeous boy with his pants pushed down around those strong thighs, at his pretty prick, soft now, hanging out. Hips rocking, Jody felt his balls cinching up, ready to empty.
“Goddamn,” he grunted, and looking at Matt’s face, at his wrecked expression, still so open, still so giving, he felt a truth slam through him.
He’s mine.
“Please, Jody,” Matt said, leaning his head back against the wall, watching. “I need it on me. I fucking want it all over me.”
The pleasure stormed through Jody, and he saw Matt’s eyes pull wide as his come jetted out, as he aimed for Matt’s naked skin. The bliss pulled from his very center as sheets of pulsing pleasure, sparks fizzing over his vision as his load striped Matt’s flat belly, his chest, and his spent cock.
Jody leaned his head back and watched his seed land on Matt’s skin, a deep rolling satisfaction pounding through him. This was his right, to mark Matt this way. This was his privilege, to anoint Matt’s body as Jody’s own. He growled as the pleasure crested inside him, and after an endless few moments, slowly receded, yet even then he kept slowly jacking his softening dick, liking the ache of it as he savored the startled edge of wonder in Matt’s wide eyes.
Finally, he pulled his hand off his cock. Stepping forward, panting, he curled come covered fingers under Matt’s chin and titled his face up. Jody kissed him, growling into the sweet heat of Matt’s compliance, his moan stifled by the slick thrust of Jody’s tongue inside him. Jody crowded him against the wall, taking his fill.
“My sweet boy,” Jody whispered as they pulled apart, and looking into Matt’s eyes, he wanted to say so much more, finding himself humbled by Matt’s willingness to submit, to share of himself so intimately, by the strengthening of the bond between them.
Jody wrapped his arms around Matt, slid hands up his sweat slick back and held him tight. He tucked his face against Matt’s neck, lips brushing Matt’s skin as he gasped out, “Angel,” and hoped that was enough.
He hoped that it was enough to make Matt understand that Jody couldn’t do without him, now, that he couldn’t imagine his life without his green-eyed ranger in it. Strong arms wound about him, and Jody smiled against the warm skin beneath his lips as fingers stroked his hair, as Matt’s hand cradled the back of his head.
“My Jody,” Matt replied, and it was the tie that bound them together, an exchange of understanding laid down in the language of simple words, in a simple touch.
Jody held his boy, and knew, suddenly, the way he knew north from south, and east from west; he was in love.
Of course he was.
Nothing else could feel so fucking good, and so humbling, all at once.
****Additional Notes*****
Ah! Sliding into home in the bottom of the ninth! Just barely getting this in this week. Struggled with this chapter, sort of, because I had a very defined plan of what was going to happen, and of course, the boys decided the entire bit should be just this particular indulgent scene, because well...reasons. I finally had to give in. Originally this chapter would've seen them on their date, and Jody's little 'realization' would not have happened like this.
Yall, I swear, just when I think I'm getting close to figuring out where to tie 'Angels' up, it just keeps going. Imma just gonna enjoy the ride. Woot!
I very much like playing with their dom/sub dynamic, and the free form manner of it, though I think at some point it'd be fun the have Jody lay down some rules, with definite punishments for disobedience, I mean, sounds like fun, yeah? :D (again, somebody's been lurking in my story notes!)
Also, apparently I have a devil of a time keeping chapters numbers correct. Think I got it this time, lol.
All for now! As always, share feedback/thoughts in the comments! :D
