Guardian Anal

Ever since a near-fatal accident, Keith has been aware of the presence of his supernatural guardian - much to the chagrin of Angel Julius, who prefers being an invisible protector. But when Julius comes to his charge’s rescue with a little time to spare, the sexual tension between them reaches its boiling point, and Keith may just find out what it truly means to be touched by an angel...


Excerpt:


“What?” Julius asked. He was still busy stretching, as though his physical body had gotten stiff from not being used in a while. He was naked, as always. Keith supposed it made sense that angels had no need of clothes. It still didn’t make him feel better about his own nudity.
“What’s about to happen. How bad is it?”
Julius sighed and leaned forward, his hand hovering above Keith’s without actually touching it.
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
Keith swallowed hard.
“Yeah, I suppose.”
“Anyway, you were busy.” Julius nodded towards Keith’s crotch and settled back. “Please, continue.”
“What?” Keith frowned for a moment, not understanding. Then his eyes widened, and he gesticulated wildly. “Are you nuts? I am not doing that in front of you!”
“You have before,” Julius pointed out. “Before the accident.”
“That’s not even remotely the same.” Keith crossed his arms before his chest.
“I could go invisible again. But that’s not going to help, is it?” Julius sighed. “I’m sorry. I keep forgetting I can startle you.”
The tinge of sadness in Julius’ voice mollified Keith a little. The angel had his own issues with being visible to him. It was not something that could be reversed.
“It’s fine,” Keith said, trying not to sound too frustrated. He needed to jerk off so badly, but apparently, it was going to have to wait. He sighed and fell back, head landing on his pillow. His left arm - the good one - landed across his eyes, blocking out Julius’ persistent angelic light.
“I wish you hadn’t opened your eyes that day.” Julius sounded bitter. “You would have recovered never knowing what really happened.”
True. But Keith wasn’t sure whether it would have made the months of dealing with pain and metal screws in his right arm any easier. He sort of doubted it.
“Sometimes I wish that too,” he admitted blandly, without following the line of thinking any further. “You think I like knowing something bad’s about to happen?”
“I suppose not.” The angel sighed deeply. “I always liked watching.”
“And I…” Keith broke off once he realized what Julius had meant by that last comment. He rolled his eyes, which were still covered by his arm, so Julius couldn’t see them. There was no explaining privacy to someone who lacked any frame of reference for the concept.
A cool hand settled on his thigh. Keith shuddered.
The touch wasn’t cold so much as it had the general feel of a cool breeze on the hottest day of the year. Pleasant to feel, soothing a pain he hadn’t even been aware of, before. Julius didn’t often make this sort of physical contact. There was a reason people talked about the touch of angels like it was something incredibly special.
“What are you doing?” he sighed, falling into relaxation without even meaning to.
“Helping.”
“Hel…?” Keith choked on the word when the alleviating touch moved upward. Julius’s hand wrapped around his cock as though it was the natural thing to do. He hadn’t gone completely soft during their conversation, and the skin contact was all it took for his body to squirm, then to writhe when the angel started to fist his cock.
It felt so good that he couldn’t even moan. His throat clamped shut, and instead he thrust his hips upwards single-mindedly to meet the strokes of Julius’s hand. There was no thinking about what was happening, no doubt, no second thoughts. His lower belly was tight with sudden, joyful arousal. There was nothing but that beautiful feeling, so right, so good, more, please, more…