Title: Earthbound Angel

Note: Read the sequal to this: I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing

Author: Ravenica Rose

Rating: NC-17

Content: m/m, sappy smut

Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. They belong to WWF and TitanSports. No copyright infringement intended.

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I peer in the darkness across the room at my best friend.

He's sound asleep....the covers all rumpled over his naked form. His long, golden hair all splayed out across the pillow like a fan of spun silk. He looks like an angel, lying there, oblivious to my stare.

My best friend. My 'brother' if you will. We've been through it all together; we've been best friends through it all.

Of course, he's not *really* my brother. Just on camera, he is. But he couldn't be more dear to my heart even if he *was* my brother.

I hear a soft sigh cut the silence of the hotel room. He rolls over, the bedsprings creaking slightly underneath his weight. I sit up and observe him more closely, my eyes well adjusted to the darkness so I can see him well, even in the minimum amount of light. An angel. Jason is an angel.

I can't stop myself from throwing the covers back and padding softly across the room toward him, the night air cool on my near-naked flesh. I fall to my knees beside his bed, just watching him sleep. He doesn't know it, but I do this alot. I've been doing it every night, after he goes to sleep, for about 3 months.

I never touch him. I just watch. Watch his every breath, listen to his every soft sigh and moan. Watch as a small smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. I wonder what he dreams. Beautiful dreams, I'm sure. Dreams fitting for an angel.

He shifts in his sleep again, pulling his head toward the side of the bed, closer to me. Can he sense me here? I pull back slightly, not wanting to disturb him in his slumber.

Yet, something inside me is pulling at me. Like he has some kind of magnetic pull on me, and before I can even register my own movement I'm reaching for him.

I put my hand on his hair, just barely touching those golden tresses. Like a whisper of wind. I'm careful not to apply too much pressure. I'm not sure how he'd react if he were to awaken.

But somehow he still feels it. His lips curl in a seductive looking smile. I know it's not for me, though. He doesn't feel the same way I do. I'm in love with him. Mind, body, and soul. But I can't tell him that. I can't risk it. What if it drove him away?

"I wish I could tell you..." I whisper out loud. My voice is barely audiable, even in the still silence of the dark room. "I wish you loved me..."

My eyes focus on his face again. Just in time to see those beautiful eyes blink open, looking up at me.

I freeze. Did he hear what I had said? My heart jumps into my throat, terrified of what he'd say to me.

"Adam?" he says, his voice heavy with sleep.

I don't say anything at first. He sits up on his elbows, looking at me, blinking the sleep from his eyes. "Adam? What's wrong?"

I feel relief rush through me. He didn't hear me. But a second later I feel dissappointment also, knowing that I *need* to tell him.

"Nothing." I whisper to him, my voice still almost too soft to hear.

"I was dreaming..." he says, pulling his eyebrows over his eyes in confusion.
"I was dreaming that you were stroking my hair..."

That's when I realize that my hand is still in his hair. I never moved it.

"I heard your voice whisper that you wished I loved you..." he continues.
"Was I dreaming, Adam?"

My heart beats faster. The moment of truth is at hand...and yet, I can't force myself to say anything.

"Adam....?" he says again.

Tears come to my eyes, even though I don't want to cry. He sees them and
immediately sits up, pulling on me and making me get into the bed with him.
"What is it?" he whispers, pulling me close.

He's having a tremendous effect on my senses. I can't even seem to breathe.
Tears fall over my cheeks.

"It wasn't a dream." I finally whisper.

I feel his breath catch. Is that a bad sign?

"Oh...Adam..." he says, putting his hand beneath my chin and making me look at him. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he whispers, leaning toward me before I have a chance to answer, placing a soft, sweet kiss to my lips.

I feel all the love that I'd kept bottled up inside myself come rushing forward, like someone had opened a floodgate and released a raging deluge. I lean into him, deepening the kiss slowly, our tounges sliding together and exploring one another. We just stay like that for a long time, holding one another, kissing slowly and sensually. I never wanted to move from that one moment in time. Wrapped up in the wings of my very own angel....

But we did move. He eased me onto my back, sliding his warm body atop mine, his hands running down my chest and my ribs. My body trembles against his touch, feeling alive for the first time in what seemed like forever.

"I'm partially to blame...." he says quietly between the kisses he lays across my face. "I've loved you forever...but I was always to afraid to say so..."

More tears fall from my eyes. I just can't seem to stop crying. I don't respond, I just capture those pouty lips once more and kiss him again. His taste is so addicting....

He kisses me back feverishly, our kiss turning more abandoned and demanding.
When we part, we're both breathless.

"I want you to make love to me...." he whispers. His words travel straight to my groin, hardening me right up. I can feel his hard-on against my thigh. The knowledge that it was me that did that to him makes me feel all warm inside, quite different from all the other times I've slept with various guys. The lust is there...but it's by far overruled by this most incredible feeling of love that I've ever experienced.

He raises up from me, reaching over the other side of the bed, where his bags are. He rummages around for a minute, then straightens up, reaching for my hand. I let him guide me, feeling the lube squirt onto my hand, feel him coating my fingers lovingly. He lays down beside me then, looking over at me and waiting for me to make the move.

Feeling lightheaded from all the new emotions flooding my system, I manever myself over him, kissing him slowly, traveling down his body. He's making little soft mewling sounds that are driving me crazy, arching up toward my mouth. I take care not to miss an inch of that perfect chest, those perfect abs....the smell of his arousal drifting up and meeting my nose, furthering my own arousal.

I can hear him gasping and whispering my name softly as I finally reach his desire, taking the tip into my mouth and shivering at the taste of him. His hips arch off the bed, and he's spreading his legs wider to me in invitation. An invitation that I know will be the most perfect moment in my whole life.

I reach down with my lube-slicked hand, massaging his tight opening, feeling him shiver in response. I take him further into my mouth, sucking him softly, not wanting to rush this, wanting to draw it out for as long as I can.

Moving slowly and taking care not to hurt him, I inch one of my slick digits into that tight passage, feeling myself go weak knowing what was to come. He's incredibly hot and tight around my finger, I can feel every little convulsion of his muscles as he fights to relax to the invasion. His cock twitches delectibly in my mouth, more of the salty, musky liquid emerging from the tip. He's driving me wild...my love for him just keeps growing and growing as we go on.

"Adam....oh my sweet Adam.." I hear him whisper. I twist my finger around, searching for the spot that would make him turn to putty in my hands...

"YES!" he cries out when I bump it. I immediately start to massage it, feeling him jerk and writhe on the bed beneath me. God...he's making me so hot....

I work slowly, carefully entering two and then three fingers into his unbelievably tight heat, sucking him harder now as I can sense him nearing his peak.

His fingers entertwine in my hair, pulling it ever so slightly. I can feel his muscles tensing then releasing. I know it won't be long now so I push against his sweetspot again, sucking and bobbing my head, wanting to taste him so bad that I feel I might die if I wouldn't.

"ADAM!" he screams as I feel the convulsion of his tight muscles around my fingers, his cock jumping and then releasing into my mouth. Once again I feel myself go lightheaded as I drink down that thick liquid, milking him dry and wanting more even after it had stopped.

He pulls on my hair, urging me to stop. I must have put him into hypersensitivity. He looks up at me with half-lidded eyes, still panting my name like a prayer.

Gently I withdraw my fingers, hearing him whimper softly at the loss. I smile down at him reassuringly. "My angel..." I whisper to him. I see his smile, brighting the dark room like a candle in the night.

"Make love to me...." he says, raising his legs to me, making me tremble. I can't deny him anything...I know I'm a slave to his every whim. But I love every second of it.

I sit up and remove my boxers, moaning softly as my painfully hard cock is freed. Then I kneel over him, raising his legs more, and positioning myself at his entrance. I put just the tip in, knowing that I had loosened him but he still feels incredibly tight. He squirms, trying to get more of me inside, but I refuse to rush and hurt him. I want everything to be perfect.

Carefully, inch by slow inch, I push my way inside. He moans low in his throat, reaching up and putting his arms around my neck, pulling me down for another searing kiss.

After waiting for a minute, wanting him to adjust to the fullness of my cock, he whimpers, moving beneath me. "Adam...please..." he whispers.

I pull out just a little, moving as slow as I can, and push back inside of him, moaning his name. I can feel my cock twitching. I know I could come right now, just from being inside of him and feeling his heaving breaths as he pulls me down, holding me tightly for a second, his breath warm against the side of my face. "Please...more..." he begs again. I pull out more this time, working my way back in at an angle that I know will hit his spot.

He gasps, his hands tangling in my hair once more, raising his hips to meet my thrusts. I start to move faster now, not quite able to restrain myself any longer. "More....more....faster, Adam...." he pants out.

I can feel his rehardened length against my stomach. I pull away from him slightly, just enough to wedge my hand between us and take hold of his silken steel length. I thrust into him faster, harder, seeing that he is not in pain and is wanting more of me. I stroke him fast and furiously, knowing I won't last as long as I would like, wanting us to come together.

"You're so beautiful....angel...my Jason..." I whisper between my shaky breaths. His eyes slip closed and his jaw goes slack, his lips parting so beautifully that it makes me tremble to the core of my being.

Our pace turns frantic, grinding against each other as I thrust into him with powerful strokes, my hand on his cock jerking him faster.

Both of our bodies go rigid at once, I feel his muscles grip my cock in a death grip. And then, simultaniously, I feel his hot seed spill over my hand in a rush as I flood deep inside of him, both of us clutching each other and whispering words of love.

When the flames start to die down I collapse on top of him, trying to be mindful of my weight, not wanting to crush him. He traces lazy patterns across my back as we try to regain our ability to breathe.

"My angel...." I whisper again.

He chuckles slightly. "I'm no angel, Adam..." he says, his voice thick with drowsiness.

"You're an angel to me...you've always been and you'll always be.." I slowly withdraw from him and roll over, quickly pulling him against me. We're both sticky with his seed, but neither of us seem to care.

"I love you..." he whispers, leaning up to kiss me again.

The kiss is soft and sweet, like our first. When we part, I whisper in reply, "I'll love you forever...."

He smiles, laying his head down on my chest. The pull of sleep has its grasp on him, and before long his breathing evens out, as I lie there stroking his
hair softly.

I say a quick prayer to the one above, thanking him for loaning me one of his very own angels, to be my very own.

My earthbound angel.

My Jason.

THE END