Page 2 of A Different Form of Oxygen
One
Present day
16 months later
Gavin
The words “I can't do this anymore, Gavin," replay in my mind the same, infuriating way a catchy song does. I can't escape them, even two weeks later. I've heard those words way more than I wanted to and yet I have kept putting myself back in the same situation, swearing it was the last time. I’ve buried myself in work these last few weeks to keep from going home too early to my empty house. All it does is remind me that I'm alone now, and Kyle is gone.
Working long hours at the bar all week has me craving different scenery. I hadn't stepped foot in another BDSM club since meeting Kyle one year ago and I didn't plan to anytime soon. Kyle didn't have the same needs I had, and I was worried I'd make the same mistake of bringing someone to my bed who wanted to be there for the wrong reasons. I wander downtown, coming across a Gentleman's Club, called Red Havens. My body is happy to move toward the cool air of the club and away from the April heat. I let the bright neon sign and roaring music lead me right through the door-along with the need for a distraction.
Before I can take a seat at the bar, a captivating angel saunters across the stage. Traces of oxygen evaporate from my lungs, and my body falls back onto a stool without moving my gaze from the beautiful dancer. He is breathtaking, with thick white feathered wings trailing behind him and inviting bright green eyes that are noticeable even in a dark room. They hide behind a white mask, highlighting his sculpted cheekbones dusted in glitter. His dark hair falls over his glistening forehead, inviting fingers to run through it. Bold, vibrant tattoos cover his chest and arms, standing out against the white costume. Wrapping around his slender arms is an array of flowers and vines. His shiny piercings glimmer under the stage's fluorescent lights, highlighting his small pink nipples and flat taut stomach. He is an angel bound to earth, and I'm completely lost in the perfect vision of him.
The bartender clears his throat from behind the bar, but my eyes are fighting to stay on the beautiful sight in front of me. The voice behind me grows louder, pulling me from my trance, "Excuse me sir, would you like something to drink?”
I turn to face him. “I’ll have a rum and coke please.”
“You got it, man. He's quite lovely, isn't he?"
I don't even acknowledge his second question, but yes, the man on stage is lovely. In fact, so lovely, I’m already wanting my drink so I could turn back to the most alluring thing in this club. As soon as the glass is in my hand, I’m spinning my stool back around to face the stage and luckily, he is still there. His feet are light, brushing softly against the floor in feather like motions. Following him with my eyes, I watch the way his hips sway effortlessly to the beat of the loud music, swishing back and forth, locking my focus in place.
Drops of sweat make his skin glisten under the club's incandescent lights. My gaze follows each drop, reaching his tight little white shorts that hug every curve of his lithe, toned body, cupping tightly against his fleshy globes. Tightening my grip around the glass cup, I slowly bring it to my closed lips, shifting uncomfortably in my seat as my cock grows against the unyielding restraint of my jeans.
I didn't plan on getting lost in this dancer tonight. I planned on drinking and enjoying terrible bar food, while occasionally watching the surrounding entertainment. One thing is for certain — all my troubles have been carried away by the beautiful heavenly creature with white wings. The music changes from something fast and upbeat to something slow and steady as the dancer exits the stage, leaving my chest to fall in disappointment. More dancers are up after that, but none of them are the person I want to see. Each one moves on the dance floor catching each patron's attention but mine. My eyes search for the white angel, coming up empty handed each place they fall on. Where is he and why am I trying to find him?
After closing my tab, I push back my chair to leave, but a hand on my shoulder stops me from moving. "Did you enjoy the show?"
Warm breath touches the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. The hand is now heavy on my shoulder, weighing me down, the same way an anchor prevents a boat from floating away.
His green eyes trail up and down my body as I turn around to face him. Struggling to keep my hands at my side, I slip them deep in my pockets. “I did. You disappeared for a while."
He straightens the white mask on his face, lips curling into a devious smile. "Did you miss me or something?"
I did miss him, and I have no idea why, but my eyes were begging to be back on him the moment he left the stage. I don't tell him that. "It's hard to miss someone you don't know," I say, inching toward his ear with my gaze traveling up and down his body.
With blinking eyes, his head tilts in confusion. It's short lived before that bright smile is back, lips tightening around it. "Well, how about you get to know me better, then."
His hand is suddenly on my arm and my feet are struggling to keep up as he pulls me through the club to a back, empty, dimly lighted dressing room. It’s large with a few vanities and clothing racks lining the wall. He locks the door, before pushing me down on a red worn out couch. I’m still at a loss for words, but my body is speaking for me as I softly pat my leg, gesturing him to my lap. He walks slowly, heat flowing between us as he crawls over my legs. Tugging at his mask with his fingers, he begins sliding it off his face and I stop him. “No, leave it on.” His erection is pressed into mine and his lips are so close, I can practically taste his cherry lip gloss. “Are you going to kiss me or are you just going to stare at me all night?”
I smile, grabbing his face and pressing my lips against his, pulling his warm body further onto my lap until he is straddling me. “Is this what you want, Angel?” I whisper against his lips.
“Yes.” With his breath coming out in pants, our lips connect again. His mouth feels good against mine and he smells of sweat and lilacs. I enjoy the way he trembles against me as I run my fingers down his spine, his skin the smoothest silk beneath my touch. Pulling his mouth away from mine, he tortures me with his warmth still hovering nearby. My lips are already missing his and my mouth misses the sweet taste of his tongue. His eyes keep falling to the ground between my legs as if silently asking permission to be between them. “You see something you want down there?”
His nods are full of enthusiasm. “I do, Papi.”
Chills run up my spine at the use of that word. “Drop to your knees, beautiful. It appears you need this as much as I do."
His eyes darken with arousal and I know I’ve said the right words. That devious smile is back as he slides down my lap until his knees hit the floor with a thud. His hands fumble with my zipper for what feels like forever, but he wastes no time pulling my cock out from the restraint of my underwear. He licks the crown, lapping up the precum before licking down the underside of my shaft. He licks his way back up before taking me all the way into his perfect mouth, head bobbing up and down.
My fingers run through his soft brown hair, slowly rocking my hips upward, testing how much he is able to take. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now; if it’s not what you want, tap me on the leg and I’ll stop.”
His smile is wide around my cock and the tap never comes. Staring up at me with want and need, those deep green eyes have me increasing my thrusts. The heat of his mouth warms up my whole body and each lap of his tongue teasing my slit sends shock waves of pleasure, tightening every muscle in my body. As I chase my own pleasure my dick twitches, shaking uncontrollably against the couch. Loud moans escape from him as he continues licking and drinking me down as I shoot my release down his throat. His wet mouth on my skin is loud in my ears as my fingers grip tighter around his hair. I’m floating so high, I feel as if I’m separated from gravity. Lighting up something inside of me, satisfaction vibrates through every fiber of my being from watching him happily clean me up.
He was so perfect and so compliant in every way. This is the exact distraction I needed and I’m not sure if it will be easy for me to walk away. His mouth slips off me and he peers up at me with a satisfied smile, cum leaking from the corner of his lips. He runs his tongue along each long finger. "Mmm you were delicious, Papi."
He stands between my legs and my fingers graze his hip bone covered in a long-faded scar. My gaze falling to the wet spot in front of his shorts, almost has me not noticing him flinching away from my touch. His silk bottoms were wet in the front with his cock softening beneath them. He was so turned on from giving me pleasure, almost as if I was giving him something he had been deprived of for so long.
His eyes peer down at his wet bottoms and back up at me. “Sorry Papi, I guess tasting you got me really excited.”
