Angelfall: Theosophi Box Set

Chapter 2-4

The rest of the day passed in relative quiet. Jason’s brothers moved out into the field, cleaning up the damage in the patch and getting the rest of the work done. Theirs was a small farm, but after three days of neglect, the crop would need more than Adam and Jason to catch up.

At least they took pity on him, no doubt after Danny spilled the beans on his infatuation with Castiel, and told him to stay at the house and help their guest. Except for waking up a couple of times to eat and use the bathroom, which was not something Jason ever wanted to explain to a grown man, angel, whatever again, Castiel slept the day away. Jason had to admit, he looked right curled up in Jason’s bed, blankets barely enough to cover his long legs and trim hips. On his side, his black wings were folded tight to his back and Jason almost slipped into a daydream about how it would feel to have those soft feathers draped over his skin in sleep or gliding over his body. Brushing up against him as Castiel f****d him hard, maybe holding on to them as leverage when Jason had him pressed against a wall. Immediately, Jason forced his mind away from the arousing ideas. They weren’t helpful.

By the end of the day, Jason’s nerves were more than a lot frayed from temptation. He bottled it up as best he could and went about his night time routine. As soon as he got in the shower though, Jason moaned, frustrated as his mind supplied the image of Castiel in this shower, just that morning. Dark olive skin glistened, water cascading down tightly packed muscles, glossy hair soaked and tumbling around heavy shoulders and between wings. Water droplets painted feathers with a fractured rainbow of their own when the light hit them just right.

Jason’s d**k hardened right up, and he stared down at it through the fall of water and frowned. “You’re going to get me into trouble.” And f**k, he felt ridiculous talking to his p***s like it had a brain, but it was the truth. Still, he couldn’t let go of the erotic imagine his brain conjured up. It was too tempting.

Instead, he grasped the wet base in his hand and gave it a soft twist. Having Castiel’s large hand on him would’ve been so much better. He bet the being would start slow as he learned, soft to start on the up stroke. Jason reversed his grip so that his palm would rub over the top, fingers resting against the big vein on the underside and gave his c**k a smooth pull. Jason gasped, did it again; his calloused fingers ran across that spot just below the head. The sensation zinged through his balls and up his spine, Jason tightened his grip in response.

Behind Jason’s eyes, Castiel smiled and twisted then pulled on his d**k again, watching closely when Jason started to tremble. Jason cradled his balls in his other hand, squeezing them lightly, and sped up the strokes on his d**k. Castiel would be on his knees, grinning in delight, midnight eyes hot and Jason would keen when the being finally figured out a fast rhythm. A few more hard strokes and Jason moaned as he came all over his hand, the last thought was of Castiel watching, enraptured as Jason spilled onto his dark fingers.

Gasping for breath, Jason smacked his forehead against the tiled shower wall. “Fuck.” That was nothing but a bad idea; however, he was a little calmer. With jerky movements, he soaped up and rinsed off, face red.

Sure that what he had just done, who exactly he imagined, was written in neon letters across his guilty face, Jason still kept his head high and went to put on sleep pants and a shirt. Castiel was awake, eyes tracking him.

“Are you well, Jason?” Castiel’s low murmur did funny things to Jason’s stomach.

“Yeah. It’s just been a busy day. I’m tired, is all.” He finished yanking his sleep clothes on, about ready to lie on the pallet he’d made when Castiel spoke again.

“There is enough room on your strange bed. If you would be more comfortable, you may sleep here with me.”

As grateful as Jason was for the offer, he knew it was such a bad idea. Only a full day awake and he was already smitten with the man and sharing the bed would test him. One look at Castiel’s open, innocent face and Jason couldn’t find a reason that wouldn’t make him come off as a creep.

He bit the bullet, scooped up his blankets and pillows, and dumped the mess on the empty side of the mattress next to Castiel. After a second to straighten it out, he climbed in after flicking off the lights, tucking everything up to his chin. Maybe the thick comforter would be barrier enough to his unconscious and he could keep his hands to himself while asleep. He hoped so.

Castiel wasn’t having any of his noble intentions. With a frown, Castiel gently touched Jason’s wrist, then wriggled over until he had Jason securely wrapped in his arms. Castiel twitched and buried them under a pleasantly heavy wing. It was a shade below too warm under all the layers on the bed, even for early October, but Jason loved it. Pressed full length to Castiel’s wildflower scented, near naked skin, head tucked under the strong chin, Jason was in heaven.

It felt like a sucker punch that struck too close to home when Castiel stated, “You do not have a mate.” He sounded so sure, no room for a question in his deep voice. “That is why I can feel such loneliness in you.”

Jason leaned up on an elbow and narrowly missed clipping Castiel’s chin as he moved. It was too dark to see his eyes. “How do you know that?”

“Your heart and soul are weighed down with it, like a cloud blocking the sunlight. Also, your bed has no other scent but yours and mine.” Castiel guided him back down with gentle hands and wrapped him in his arms once more. “It is sadness and I wish I could find a way to relieve you of it immediately.”

Jason choked down the urge to spit out what he really wanted. Instead, Jason shook his head minutely. “This is fine. My floor isn’t fun to lie on for days on end.” He shifted a tiny bit closer, so he could soak up Castiel’s warmth. “Can you really see what I am feeling?”

“Absolutely. I am also capable of reading your mind. However, common courtesy forbids it without explicit consent.” He laughed and the vibrations moved enticingly through Jason. “It is also a courtesy to refrain from reading another’s essence, but I admit, I find your brothers’ and yours very invigorating, and find myself reluctant to stop. Nothing like how I imagined humans to be.”

“You are really not human, are you?”

“No.”

“What are you?” Curiously, that fear Jason thought he was supposed to feel still didn’t surface. All he felt was an intense need to be close to Castiel and to know. “Are you an angel?”

Castiel hummed for a moment. “I am a multidimensional being tasked with the protection of this world, to serve alongside my compatriots. I am under the direct command of both Michael the High Commander and Ezriel, our defensive Commander.”

“We call you guys angels.” Jason was quietly starting to panic. He had an angel in his bed. “So God really exists?”

“I do not understand.”

“The big guy that made all this. Made Earth. He exists?” Damn it, why did he feel so small?

“Ah, you mean the Creator. Yes, It exists.”

“It?” That was not what he was expecting. God was supposedly male, supposedly Father. At least, that’s what the crazies at the local church always said.

“The Creator is a force beyond comprehension. It builds out of nothing and then moves out in all directions simultaneously. In every star system, It leaves behind a Host, us, with one order. Protect.” Feathers rustled lightly along Jason’s skin and he thought Castiel might have shrugged. He couldn’t tell in the dark. “We are proud to obey and are not so bound by our task that we cannot have more than orders.”

Jason started to ask another question, because he had a thousand and couldn’t let the opportunity go to waste, when Castiel carded his fingers through Jason’s hair. “Sleep, Jason.”

As if waiting for the command, Jason’s mind drifted away.