His Wings

Title: His Wings
Author: veiledndarkness
Rating: R all the way
Word Count: 1,907
Summary: Halloween fun, smut fun, together they go well.
Warnings: Usual disclaimer. They aren't mine. Sob.

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Jack buttoned up his white robe, his fingers moving nervously over each hole. He stared doubtfully at himself in the mirror, a small frown on his face. With a small sigh, he turned away from his reflection and sat on the edge of his bed.

"This is stupid," he muttered. Evelyn knocked on the partially opened door before stepping in, her arms loosely folded.

"It's not stupid," she said. "You look lovely." She fussed a bit with the edge of his robe, pushing the fabric so the slits were wider, allowing him more room to breath.

"There, that's better," she murmured. She stood back, a small grin on her face.

Jack rolled his eyes. "Why did I agree to this?" he pleaded as he caught sight of himself in the mirror again.

"Because you love him," Evelyn said. "Besides, Halloween is only once a year. You can do this. And you do look wonderful."

Jack frowned again. "I look like a girl. What if they laugh? I'm already a fairy to them," he whispered.

Evelyn shook her head. "Who cares, right? It’s the one time a year that you can wear this and be anyone you want. Ignore them," she said as she ruffled his hair, rearranging the layers of his hair, twisting it and smoothing the darkened curls.

Jack sighed softly. "I guess. He owes me big time."

"And you're done!" she said. Jack made a face at himself in the mirror before ducking out of Evelyn's reach.

"Jackie! Wait! You forgot your mask!" she called down the stairs.

Jack ran up the stairs two at a time, grabbed the mask from her hand and took off again with a quick 'thanks Ma'.

Evelyn smiled again as she noticed a loose feather on the ground. He was going to surprise them all.

*

Jack stood outside the banquet hall, his heart beating loudly in his ears. He gripped the eye mask tightly in his hand, as the door opened; laughter and music spilling out. He took a deep breath, counting to ten in his head before slipping the mask on and pressing it carefully to his face.

He pulled the door open and stepped in before he lost his confidence. The banquet hall was well decorated. The lights had been dimmed, fake spider webbing hung everywhere.

Jack smiled faintly. 'Now where could Bobby be,' he thought as he stepped around the groups of people. He walked by the rows of carved pumpkins that glowed from the tables, nodding his head in time to the music, past the various vampires, witches, and ghosts that danced on the floor.

Jack walked slowly until he reached the patio doors where people could go and smoke if needed. He stood with his back to the walls, feeling slightly more confident now that he had his eye mask on. He smiled again when he spotted Angel on the floor, dressed as Robin Hood without the jaunty hat, dancing with Sofi, who was decked out in a renaissance gown.

A moment later he saw Jerry walk in, dressed like a 1920's pimp. He bit his lip hard to keep from laughing hysterically. He watched in disbelief as Jerry strutted and swiveled his hips, every inch the ridiculous pimp. He decided that it was the crushed velvet and faux leopard print trim that made him want to cry and laugh at the same time.

Jack sighed as time passed. He had gone unnoticed by both Angel and Jerry. He smirked slightly at the thought that a little hair dye and a harlequin style eye mask could disguise him so thoroughly.

*

Bobby stepped out of the bathroom; self-consciously tugging at his costume, wondering why on earth he had decided to dress like a grim reaper, one with wings no less. He pulled on his tattered sleeves, hiding a scowl behind his face mask. He moved across the floor, swishing his scythe every now and then at the people in front of him, laughing softly at the looks on their faces.

As he walked, he began to feel hot and uncomfortable in his face mask. His robes were heavy, and the wings harness irritated him slightly. He turned abruptly and headed for the patio door, longing to feel the cool night air on his face. He was almost to the doors, when he saw someone standing next to the entrance, leaning against the frame, looking bored.

Bobby stood to the side, his brow creased as he stared. 'Who the...' he thought. The guy sighed, the small noise traveling to his ears. Bobby tilted his head, the sigh sounded familiar.

He moved closer, his breathing loud and harsh in his ears. He stood in front of the male angel and studied him.

"Can I help you?" the angel snapped. Bobby shook his head slowly.

'If his hair was blonde, I would swear...' he thought furiously.

"What?" the angel said, his voice laced with frustration. "What do you want?"

Bobby leaned just a bit closer. He peered through the thin film that covered his eyes, straining to examine the guy. "You remind me of someone," he said, his voice deeper than he meant it to be.

The angel smirked, his lips twisting. "Do I?" he said, uncrossing his arms. He looked to the side, before facing Bobby again.

"Wanna head outside with then?" he asked. Bobby blinked.

"Sure," he said shortly. 'Well at least I can look for Jack out here,' he thought as he strode past the angel.

He stood outside, breathing shallowly in the cool air. 'God, I need to take this mask off.'

He swiveled around when the guy came up behind him, and closed his eyes, his wings brushing against his arm. Bobby suppressed a shiver as a sudden image of a naked Jack with wings rubbing against him filled his mind.

The angel opened his eyes, and Bobby cursed inwardly. The eye mask hid most of his face, but the blue of his eyes startled him. "Have we met?" he asked, feeling off-center by the pale skin that gleamed in the moonlight.

The angel smiled briefly. "I don't know. How 'bout you take your mask off?" he said.

Bobby snorted. "How 'bout you first?" he replied.

"Fine, I guess you'll never know," the angel said calmly. Bobby growled, not noticing the way the guy's shoulders stiffened at the sound.

"Alright already," he mumbled, tugging at the straps that held his face mask on. He yanked it off and glared at the angel, whose eyes widened comically when he saw Bobby.

"What?" Bobby said suspiciously. The angel laughed quietly. "You do know who I am then?"

The angel shook his head. "I know you, very well actually," he said.

"Well?" Bobby asked impatiently. The angel pulled him close, catching him off guard and pressed his mouth to Bobby's.

Bobby sputtered for a second before closing his eyes and giving in to the sweet lips that were opening further and to the tongue that was tracing his mouth. He shivered slightly. Only Jack kissed like that.

He pulled back and chuckled. "I bet you thought that was real funny," he said by his ear.

Jack smiled before dropping small kisses on the side of Bobby's neck, his words muffled against his skin. "Not till you took the mask off."

Bobby gripped the back of Jack's head, a loose fist of his black hair when he began to suckle on the spot below his ear that made him want to whimper.

"Take your damn eye mask off," he growled. Jack ripped it off with one hand, letting it dangle from his fingertips.

Bobby glanced back at the doorway and saw a few people in dark corners of their own.

"This way," he said, before pulling Jack with him over to the nearest large tree, one that stood near a secluded corner.

Jack stood against the wall, his cheeks flushed as Bobby kissed him fiercely. He moaned when he felt Bobby's fingers travel along his robe, small pinches that made his nipples throb.

Bobby opened the front of the robe, his fingers nimbly undoing the buttons, feeling a sudden desperation, an intense need to touch Jack. He pulled and tugged on the fabric, pushing it out of the way, his mouth still firmly locked on Jack's.

Jack ripped his robe the rest of the way, his skin burning as Bobby ran his hands across his skin. He stopped for a moment and looked at Jack, seeing his kiss-swollen lips, the faint blush on his cheeks, the dark hair that fell messily over his eyes and felt a wave of love and desire sweep through him.

Jack moaned and moved his head restlessly against the brick, his wings scraping and twitching with every movement. Bobby stared at them, fascinated by the look. He reached out with one shaky hand and gently, almost hesitantly, touched a feather. He sucked in a breath as Jack moved towards him, wrapping his arms around Bobby and pulling him back to the wall.

He groaned when he felt Jack's hands tug at his robes, pushing them to the side and slipping his fingers inside his shorts, one finger swiping the top of his cock. He fell forward when Jack closed his hand around him and began to gently pull, the feeling sending him up on his toes, his eyes rolled back from the sensation.

Bobby groaned again when Jack flicked his wrist at the top, the tugging made him see stars. He pulled back abruptly and turned Jack around, taking only a second to admire the feathers that adorned his back.

He fumbled in his pockets for a condom, one that he always kept with him.

Jack looked over his shoulders and laughed quietly, his voice rumbling. "You have those with you in a costume?" he asked.

Bobby mock glared at him. "Yeah, always prepared, that's my motto," he said, a bit breathlessly.

"Never knew you were a boy scout," Jack laughed. His laughter died off when he felt a cool, wet finger nudge at him, his body relaxing at the intrusion.

"No, but I beat one up one time," Bobby muttered as he moved his fingers, sliding them further up until Jack gasped and moaned against the wall, his body shaking.

He slid the condom on hurriedly and braced himself against Jack. "Hold still," he said.

Jack bit his lip at the initial burn when Bobby began to enter him. "B-bobby," he cried when the next stroke rubbed his prostate.

Bobby pushed in, his hips snapping in jerky movements. He leaned forward and rested his head between Jack's shoulder blades. He moved slowly, dragging the moment out, focusing on the squeeze and pull of Jack's muscles, and the feel of the feathers rubbing against his cheek.

He slipped his hand around and tugged on Jack, his swollen cock dripping slightly. Jack cried out, his hands scrabbling on the wall to brace himself. He panted and groaned as Bobby gripped him harder, his body convulsing.

"Fuck," Bobby swore as his climax hit him, his eyes rolling backwards, and his hips slamming against Jack as he pumped.

Jack wailed as he felt the burn roll through him, his orgasm bursting, the hot liquid spilling over Bobby's fingers.

Bobby slumped over Jack, his breath hitching. "Nice wings, Jackie," he said between breaths.

"You too," Jack whispered, unable to move, and unwilling to let go.

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