Hi all!! Here's the next part of Dreams of an Angel. Hope you all enjoy it! Any comments or suggestions, well, you know how to contact me. My Yahoo ID is Goldenknightuk if you wish to send me an instant message. Sorry for any bad grammars boys and girl. C'mon! Nobody's perfect!! :)
NOTE TO ALL READERS:
In order to balance my study time and writings, I decided to set a specific time for every update. For now on, I'll be updating Dreams of an Angel every Tuesday & Friday evening (Well, Irish time. I dunno about the time differences between my place and yours, guys and gals. You have to figure that out yourself :P Trust me, I sucked in figuring it out :)). But hey, if time permits me, I promise I'll update it at other times :)
Before the show, onwards to the boring part! Legal matters! Hehehe. You can press 'fast-forward' now.
Well, first of all, this story, as you will certainly find out soon, is TOTALLY fictional. So! If any of you truly believe in it... dude, I'm worried about you. Secondly! None of the guys in the Backstreet Boys are gay! (No matter how hard I wished it :P). But nobody say we couldn't dream it, heh heh. Thirdly, Warren Worthington is actually a character from Marvel Comics, X-men known as Angel or recently Archangel. Okay fine, I admit it. I'm bored and I am making a pathetic attempt to make life a lil' bit interesting. Its not like I'm gonna publish it or something. What else to talk about hmm? Oh, there may be some adult gay scenes in this story. Unlike my brother, I don't mind writing naughty stuff ;) so! If you're underage, naughty, naughty! I can only ask you to go away, but I cannot do anything else to stop you from reading on anyway. Hell! I've been sneaking into the internet to watch gay porns since I was 13! So, if your parents or whoever responsible for you catch you, don't say I didn't warned you. However, if you're homophobic... well maybe I can seduce you enough to turn you around heh heh. I do so love a challenge ;)
Anyway, enough talk. Any comments or boos or suggestion or whatever, just sent it to the same address as in NNTs, goldenknightuk@yahoo.co.uk . Yeah, we shared the same address. Don't ask. Long story.
Okay then! On to the show. Now, don't be shy now. If you got any comments or suggestions, just drop me a note. You do the request, and I'll do the show.
Andy
Morning came. Nick opened his eyes and immediately winces at the pounding headaches. Who the hell is pounding his head again and again with a fuckin' sledgehammer? To tired to even moan, he searches his surrounding quietly. What the hell happened to him? He is still dressed in his leather pant and shirt from last night.
"Owww." He groaned softly, narrowing his eyes against the bright morning sunlight pouring into his room through the window.
Okay. His head is killing him slowly. Now he knows what 'dying a slow and painful death' truly means.
Wait a minute... wait a minute... things are coming back to him. Last night... Harry's Tavern... drink after drink after drink... oh yeah... after that, things get really blurry. For some weird reason, the tune 'I Want It That Way' keeps on playing and replaying in his mind.
He grunts softly before forcing his leg muscles to twitch once. He has absolutely no idea what happened after the eighth drink. He did vaguely remember floating gracefully towards the car, with the trees smiling and waving goodbyes at him and thousands little stars dancing above and around him and the moon singing him lullabies and kissing him goodnight. He hadn't a clue as to how he ended up in his room though... and why there is a warm body pressing comfortingly against his back... and what's up with all these feathers??
Wait... feathers... warm body... Nick's eyes shot wide open at the thought and he immediately spun around, hoping beyond hope that the view he is about to discover is the one he wishes to see.
And true to his wish, the most beautiful glittering blue eyes that match the ravishing smile below it greeted him in silent amusement.
"Thirty-six seconds." An amused, deep sexy voice emanated from between those soft velvety lips. "It took you thirty-six seconds to finally notice mmmmphh..."
Warren's body was shaking with silent laughter when Nick locked his lips against his and began kissing him without mercy, again and again and again and again and... whew... since when did his lover mutated into a human-kissing machine? Here it comes again! The link pulsates with waves upon waves upon waves of unleashed emotions: Love, passion, joy, relief, fervor, infatuation, obsession, zeal... Warren inhaled deeply and pulled Nick against his own body tightly, returning each kiss with the same zeal as Nick, opening his mind entirely to Nick's and letting himself be swiped away by the raging emotions.
An eternity later, they parted reluctantly, breathing heavily, their heart thumping against each other, racing from the passion. Somewhere along the line, Nick has rolled to lie on his back, with Warren ending up sitting on top of him, bended over as he trailed light kisses along Nick's cheek to his neck. Bringing his hands up, he cupped both hands on Warren's cheeks and brought his face back up so that he can stare and lose himself in those lovely sky blue eyes he has been craving to see for the past few days. The morning sun from the window is too bright and as if sensing this, Warren slowly spread his wings to block the sunlight.
"Wake up, sleepyhead." Warren smirked.
"You're back," Nick half-sobbed, half-whispered. "Oh my God, you're back."
"Yeah, baby, I'm back." Warren whispered back as he pulled Nick into a tight loving hug. "I'm sorry for leaving you for so long."
"I missed you every second." Said Nick as he returned the hug just as fiercely. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. I was worried. I was scared..."
"I know, baby. I felt it all the time." Warren whispered back. "But I'm back now."
They lose themselves into another passionate kiss, their tongue caressing each other even as their breaths grew ragged from the passion.
"Yeah, you're back." Nick whispered breathlessly when they pulled apart at last. "It's all that's matter now."
"Baby, you okay?" Warren asked worriedly as Nick cradled his head desperately. He gently pulls him to a sitting position. "What's wrong?"
"Head... pounding..." Nick whimpered softly as he shut his eyes tightly
Warren smiled sympathetically. Ah, the joy of morning hangovers. The moment Warren first felt his head throbbing all the sudden for no apparent reason; he immediately knew what is going on and quickly masked the link.
"Sounds like someone had a great night." Warren smirked as he began massaging Nick's head gently. Sniffling pitifully, Nick hangs his head limply as he gratefully gave himself up to the gentle caress of Warren's fingers.
"Sshhhhhhhh..." Nick hushed faintly. "Stop shouting..."
They remained like that for several minutes. Nick purred softly as he leaned his head against Warren's gentle massage, and the view almost makes Warren laugh.
"Mmmmmm..." Nick hummed softly as he smiled. "Don't stop or I'll kill you..."
Laughing inwardly, Warren gently pushes Nick down slowly until Nick is resting his head on the pillow once again. Continuing the massage gently, pretty soon, Nick is fast asleep once again, breathing away peacefully. Shaking his head sympathetically, Warren sat back up on the bed, watching his sleeping lover silently. He smiled as he finally notices the tight black leather pant and sleeveless shirt. Nick really went all out last night. The dark attire brings out his features perfectly.
His gaze travels down slowly to the chest, and he trailed his fingers down over it, feeling the firmness of the muscles beneath the shirt and skin. He traced his fingers over the nipples gently, feeling it curiously before moving down to the abdomen and waist, caressing it gently. This is the first time he ever study a male body this closely, feeling it as he had with women, and his mind is filled with curiosity. He moved down further, brushing against the soft bulge on the crotch gently and then trailing down further to the well-developed thighs and legs, made strong after years of performing on the stage.
Shaking himself from his self-rumination, he stood up and walked back to his room, staying there just long enough to grab some aspirin and a glass of water. He returned back to Nick's side and placed the items on the table beside the bed. Looking at the peaceful sleeping face for a moment or two, he gently placed a kiss on the forehead before standing up again.
The clock bleeped seven. It's still very early in the morning. The others were probably still asleep, resting from their recent battle. Nick will probably be out-cold for another hour or so. And Warren is in no mood to go back to sleep.
He walked out of the room and made his way to the medlab. Hank is there, sleeping on his desk. Jean is there too, staring at Scott even as she held Bobby's hand. They didn't sleep at all last night. Bobby and Scott got hurt during the mission. Bobby broke his left forearm while Scott got shot on the shoulder and on his chest, but thankfully, the bullet only grazed his heart. Hank, Moira and Jean stayed up all night trying to stabilize Scott. He almost died on arrival here.
"Hank, you need a hand?" Warren spoke softly as he shook the other man awake gently. He looked at Bobby sympathetically. The man looks like he had cried himself to sleep. More than one thing had happened during their recent mission. More than one secret revealed.
"Huh? Oh no. I got everything under control. Thanks for the offer." Hank replied groggily as he opened his eyes.
"I'll be in the gym if you need me." Said Warren. His basic medical emergency training may be limited and far inferior to Hank's, but he always tries to help whenever he could.
"Warren, about Bobby... Jean told me what happened... was it true?" Hank asked hesitantly.
"We all saw it, Hank." Warren murmured sadly. "We all heard him."
"After all these years..." Hank replied softly. "So what's going to happen now?"
"That's not for us to decide." Said Warren.
Making his decision, he walked out of the room, shutting the door quietly and makes his way to the gym. He's still wearing his Archangel costume anyway. An hour of working out should do him some good.
About half an hour later...
Grunting softly, Nick lumbered slowly out of his room. The corridor is empty. Where the hell is everyone?
'God, I swear I will never get as drunk as I did last night ever again. May He strike me down should I ever have more than 3 drinks in the future!' Nick promised quietly and fervently as he staggers along the corridor.
He leans against the wall for a moment with his eyes tightly shut. At least the pounding headache is receding. The aspirin is working. Bless you, Warren!
He smiled when he dimly remembers waking up again to see two aspirin tablets and a glass of water placed readily on the bedside table. Now, why can't Brian do that during the last time when he woke up with a massive hangover? Instead, that no-good curly-haired twerp opted in indulging his own twisted pleasure of seeing his hissing tormented face by bursting into his room, screaming a cheerful 'Good Morning' while pulling the curtain open to let the sunlight in.
'Where is Warren?' Nick thought quietly.
Sensing Warren's mind through the link, Nick walked on, steadily now that his headache is almost gone. Using the link to guide him, he made his way through the mansion, downstairs and onwards until he stood at the entrance of the gym.
He gasped quietly as he saw his sweat-drenched angel sitting on one of the bench, working out his muscles almost religiously, huffing and puffing as he lifts the weight again and again. Now, for a rationally-thinking Nick Carter, the obvious thing for him to do at that moment would be walking in and say hi. Unfortunately, this is not a rationally-thinking Nick Carter standing at the gymnasium door at the moment. This is a love-struck Nick Carter with a massive hangover in his head. All he could do is drool stupidly at the winged-man before him and the fact that Warren is stripped to the waist and sweaty from the various strenuous exercises before this does not help in reducing the mega-erection from Hell he is having right now.
Warren apparently didn't notice him at all considering that his eyes is shut and the fact that Nick could hear Jon Bon Jovi's 'Destination Anywhere' faintly from the headphones covering his ears. He began singing along with the song, and Nick couldn't help but smile as he watched. Warren isn't the best of singers, but looking at that carefree face as he sang... obviously he didn't care. Sweats trickle down his chest, back and forehead but he simply ignores it and sang on.
When his rendition of 'Destination Anywhere' is complete, Warren grins widely but kept his eyes closed. His muscles contracting and relaxing again and again as he continues with his effort.
"You're just going to stand there and watch me, baby?" Warren called out cheerfully. "I could use a shoulder massage, you know,"
Nick stared. Of course, the link. Warren can use it to pinpoint his current whereabouts just as easily as Nick could. The link works both ways.
Nick walks further into the room and gently placed his hands on Warren's shoulder, caressing the tense muscle carefully and firmly, using the sweat as a source of lubricant. He smiled as Warren dropped the weight, threw his head back and sighed blissfully.
"That is for massaging my poor head this morning." Nick murmured softly as he smiled. "And this is for the aspirin."
He slipped his hands lower and gently caresses the sensitive area where the wings sprout from his back, and Warren gasped loudly as the result. His wings quivered excitedly.
Nick's smile never diminishes when he stopped his caress. Ignoring the disappointed sigh, he glided forward and knelt before Warren.
"And this is for coming back." Said Nick before pressing his lips against Warren's.
Warren moaned softly as he parted his lips to allow Nick's little invasion. With their tongues dueling lazily, he slipped his hands around Nick's waist and pulled him closer. He felt Nick's hands sliding over his skin smoothly, moving around his waist, trailing upwards before caressing the area between his wings again. Eyes closed, Warren groaned loudly amidst their little tongue-dueling at the intense feeling of pure pleasure that surges throughout his body, lowering his inhibition further and driving him wilder.
Nick let out an astonished laugh as Warren's hands slipped down to cup his ass, drawing him up as he stood, all the time never breaking their kiss. They continue their kiss, with Warren shivering from excitement as he pulled Nick closer and he began sucking Nick's lips passionately. Nick gasped as Warren thrust his hips firmly forward, their erections sliding against each other's through the layers of fabrics that separate them.
"Fuck..." Nick whispered breathlessly he pulled away from the kiss at last, gritting his teeth at the sensation as he lifted his head to allow Warren moving on to his neck, his tongue playing briefly with his Adam's apple before moving on to the rest of the skin. Warren thrust his hips again, his hands never left his ass, and Nick sighed heavily. The wings quivered again as Nick caresses Warren's back once again.
"Nick, if you keep doing that... I might do something we might both regret." Warren breathed out hoarsely as he grins stupidly with his eyes closed.
Nick chuckled softly in response and soon enough Warren joined him. They pulled apart and stare at each other in silence for a moment or two.
"You look hot." Nick spoke shyly at last, silently studying the smooth sweat covered naked chest and torso before blushing slightly when he noticed Warren's obvious erection. The skin-tight suit was definitely not made to hide that!
"And you're still dressed in that hot leather pant and sleeveless shirt from last night." Warren snickered. "I don't know how you manage to sleep in that."
"I was drunk, okay?" Nick smirked back. "So sue me."
"How's the hangover?"
"Better now. Thanks to you."
"Well, we've all been there at one point or another." Warren shrugged. "Just doing what I thought best."
Silence stretches again. Nick couldn't help but stare with obvious fascination at Warren's obvious erection. His heart rate shot up further when Warren gently grasped his wrist and slowly guided it forward. Nick looked up nervously, staring that those electric blue eyes that are looking at him calmly. A reassuring smile appears on his lips and he nods faintly.
"Go ahead." He said in a small voice. "Touch it if you want."
Allowing Warren to guide his hand forward, Nick caught his breath as his palm finally made contact. His heart leaped forward as he heard Warren gasped softly. It felt strangely exhilarating. Soft, yet firm. Warm. Throbbing.
Nick is no stranger when it comes to male penis. Oh no. Definitely not. The countless glorious moments jerking off in the bathroom made sure of that. But touching another guy's penis?
Sure, he heard lots of tales of boys exploring their curiosity by jerking each other off and all. But Nick never had such experience. All his life, he thought of nothing else but boobs and pussies - a regular straight guys' pattern of sex thoughts.
But now, here he is, standing before a guy he loves, with a steely hard, throbbing 7 or 8 inches dick firmly in his hand and it feels... fascinating. Suddenly he feels like a boy who has just discovered the meaning of sex for the first time.
Mustering his courage, he slid his hand over it, feeling it, tracing it carefully through the fabric. Warren sighed heavily before him, but he barely notices it. Curiosity and fascination got the better of him at that instant. Suddenly, all he wanted is to explore this new... sensation... experience...
Warren grunts faintly as Nick traced his fingers along the shaft right to the head, before moving down again. Upon reaching the base, his fingers trailed down further and a faint gulp and a moan ensued from Warren's throat as the hand brush against the soft but firm structures there.
"Nick..." Warren whispered faintly and Nick looked up, startled for the first time.
"Oh, sorry... I... umm..." Nick stuttered and was about to remove his hand but Warren's grip held it there.
"No. Leave it there." Warren murmured faintly as he edge his face closer. "Kiss me."
Their lips brushes again and soon they lost themselves into another passionate kisses. Nick slides his hand again on the erection and was rewarded by a soft moan from Warren.
They parted at last after a moment, resting their forehead against each other's, breathing heavily.
"It feels... strange." Nick said shyly as he trace the erection again, pressing his palm against it once. "I never felt anyone's... dick before..."
"Want to shower together?" Warren whispered huskily.
Nick looked at him nervously.
"Only shower. Nothing more." Warren smiled reassuringly.
It took several minutes for Nick to make his decision, but he finally nodded, his heart thumping against his chest as he did.
"Not here." Said Warren as he pulled Nick in to hug him gently. "Your room."
" 'Kay."
Warren stared at him for a long time before speaking.
"I promise I'll not do anything you don't want me to."
"No, no, it just that... well... I dunno. These whole thing is just so... strange..." said Nick quickly.
Warren smiled at that.
"I know. But I'd love to explore it further." Said Warren. "When you touched me just now, I... I like it."
Nick smiled.
"It feels so strange... you know... holding it."
"I actually got turned on even more." Warren smiled as he whispered conspiringly, causing Nick to giggle softly. "You relaxed now?"
"Yeah." Nick laughed softly. "This whole thing is getting kinda... freaky."
"I guess that's part of the fun." Said Warren as he picks up his tops. "That and the fact that it's all new and... strange. It's like a totally new experience. New... challenge..."
"Not to mention 'Forbidden'." Nick grinned.
"Mmm-hmm. It is frowned upon by society." Warren countered as they sneak through the corridor.
It is strange that the more 'wrong' something is in life, the more excited you tend to become and the more you want to do it...
"It's prohibited." Said Nick snickered. "Sinful."
"Outlawed." Said Warren as he slipped a hand behind to cup Nick's ass.
"Wrong." Nick grinned as he slipped behind to cup Warren's ass and pinched it.
"It's taboo." Said Warren as he winked and Nick yelped in surprise and laughed when Warren suddenly lifted him up, cradling him and carry him in his arms.
Part 28, this Friday: 'Lusts & Passions'