The Sweet One (3 page)

Chapter 5

All throughout the night Micah and Noah clung tightly to one another. Not once did they leave each other's sight as they talked about Micah's childhood. Even though they talked about mainly happy memories, Micah told Noah how much his presence soothed him when he had a bad day or needed a friend to lean on. There were tears as well as laughter, but each remembered almost everything with fondness.

Micah never questioned Noah about any of the other people he had watched over. He had a feeling that talking about the people he watched over, or anything else that went with it, would be breaking another of Noah's rules that he had to abide by.

Instead, Micah found out little things about him, from his favorite colour to his least favorite century. He discovered that Angels could play every instrument, but Noah preferred the piano. It didn't surprise him that his Angel could speak every language fluently, could talk intelligently about art, and knew all about current events.

As the night progressed, they ended up fully clothed on Micah's bed. They lay together with Micah snuggled on top on Noah, his head nestled on his Angel's shoulder. The comfort and warmth of Noah's body made Micah feel more happy and relaxed than he'd ever felt before.

He felt so safe and warm, as the day's events caught up to him, he started having difficulty keeping his eyes open.

"You must rest now, Sweet One," Noah said as he rubbed his warm hands up and down Micah's back tenderly.

"Don't wanna. Wanna stay up with you," Micah answered drowsily as be curled up even closer to Noah and held him tightly.

"Micah…" Noah began.

Micah looked up from his nestling place, into those clear blue eyes, and shook his head. "No, Noah. I don't want to miss one single moment that we have together. I'll sleep later."

Noah struggled to keep from grinning at Micah's stubborn streak. Little did his Sweet One know, he had met his match. "As you wish, Micah. Did I tell you that we Angels love to sing?"

Micah's chocolate-colored eyes widened and the corners crinkled slightly when he smiled up at him. Noah grinned back at him and he continued to rub softly on Micah's back. Before long, Micah's head returned to its resting place on his chest, and Noah started singing an ancient song in the old language about finding one's true love.

As Noah's pure, lyrical voice washed over Micah, he was filled with happiness. Never had he heard a voice as clear and melodious. It was as beautiful as Noah himself. As Noah sang softly, Micah played with Noah's soft hair. Soon his eyes became heavy again and within minutes he fell asleep snuggled up to his Angel, with Noah's hair clutched tightly in his hand.

Noah listened to Micah's deep breathing. He continued to hum softly as he stroked Micah's short brown hair. He refused to think of what would happen to him in the next few hours. He decided to cherish every moment he had with his beloved.

As the hours went by, Micah slept heavily. Once he snuggled closer to Noah, but he never loosened his grip on Noah's long locks. Noah lay contently with Micah until he felt the fingers of dawn creeping in. Noah knew his time was limited, so he gazed down at Micah's sleeping face, memorizing his Sweet One's features.

Minutes later, Noah gently disengaged Micah's strong grip from his hair and slowly slid out from under him. Micah moaned and curled into a ball, as if he was trying to comfort himself. Noah stood over him for several moments, looking over Micah's sleeping form. Debating whether to wake his Sweet One or to continue to allow him to rest peacefully, he stood there staring at him with a heavy ache in his heart. The call from Him became stronger, and he broke his gaze from Micah and bowed his head in defeat.

Noah heard a loud gasp, and he turned to see Micah sit straight up in bed with a look of terror on his face.

"No, Noah… please don't leave me!" Micah cried out as he scrambled across the bed on his hands and knees to get closer to Noah.

Noah lifted his arms and Micah threw himself into them. "Take me with you, Noah! Don't leave me in this world without you!" Micah pleaded as he looked up at Noah with tearful eyes. Noah visually swallowed and a sweet, serene smile formed on his beautiful face.

"Micah, my Sweet One, you are strong. You will survive. You will find the happiness you deserve, this I promise you," his Angel said as he wrapped his arms around Micah in a heartfelt embrace. Micah saw a brief shimmer and Noah's pure, white wings appeared and once again wrapped themselves around Micah, making Micah feel warm and loved.

"I must go now, sweet Micah. Do not weep for me. If I had the choice, I would do it all over again, just to have the chance to hold you in my arms." Noah leaned down and kissed Micah softly on the lips and gently pulled away from him.

"I love you, Noah. You will always have my heart and be the keeper of my soul," Micah whispered as tears slowly rolled down his face.

"I will always love you, too… my beloved Micah," Noah answered with a loving smile.

Micah watched as Noah's entire body shimmered with bright gold and white iridescent colors. Micah never took his eyes off his Angel, but before he took his next breath, he was gone.

Micah stood for several moments, looking at the empty space where Noah had been standing. He took a few steps back and slowly laid back on the bed. He grabbed the pillow that Noah's head had been resting on and hugged it to his chest. For the first time in his life, Micah felt alone. Tears flowed freely from his eyes, both from fear of Noah's punishment and the despair of loneliness that overwhelmed him.

Finally exhaustion took over and he fell into a dreamless sleep.

Chapter 6

Micah woke to the annoying sound of his doorbell ringing. Still curled around Noah's pillow, he laid on the bed for several moments hoping whoever was at the door would go away. He was not in the mood to buy Girl Scout cookies, or to have company.

He needed to be alone to grieve, and the last thing he wanted was to pretend that everything was all right.

The doorbell rang again.

Cursing silently to himself, he flung the covers off of him and walked slowly into the living room. Maybe if he took his time, whoever it was would just give up.

The doorbell rang again, and then again.

"Who is it?" He managed to croak out as he leaned heavily against the front door.

No answer came.

Micah shrugged, pulled away from the door and started toward the kitchen. He needed a cup of hot tea in the worst possible way.

The doorbell rang again, followed by a soft knock.

Micah spun around and stomped to the door, determined to tell whoever it was to go away. He flung open the door and stood several moments in stunned silence.

It was his Noah, but he looked different somehow.

Standing there with a lopsided smile on his face, he wore tight, faded blue jeans and a dark blue T-shirt that was covered with what looked like a well-loved, brown leather jacket. His hair was pulled back in a loose braid that fell over his shoulder and almost down to his waist. In one hand, he held an old, blue vinyl suitcase; in the other he held a bouquet of bright red tulips.

He looked breathtaking.

Noah sat the suitcase down and held his arms out to Micah.

Micah whooped for joy and jumped into his arms. Micah's arms and legs wrapped around that firm body, and he clutched Noah to him tightly.

"Oh my God, Noah! I thought I was never going to see you again!" he exclaimed excitedly as he pulled away just far enough to shower Noah's face with quick, soft kisses.

Noah laughed and clutched Micah to him in those strong arms.

Micah felt an utter joy he had never experienced before in his life. His Noah was here now and everything was going to be okay.

"What happened? Are you all right? Are you here to stay?" Micah's excited voice rang out into the cool morning air.

Noah nodded his head and then kissed Micah softly on the lips.

Micah continued to kiss Noah's lips with soft, sweet kisses. Knowing they needed to get out of the doorway, Noah scooted his suitcase into Micah's apartment with his foot, and walked in with Micah still clutched tightly in his arms. Micah reached over, closed the door, gave Noah another sweet kiss and whispered, "I love you," into Noah's ear. Then he brought his lips to Noah's once more.

The flowers Noah had been holding fell quietly to the floor. He clutched Micah even tighter to him and slid his tongue into Micah's mouth. Micah returned his kiss with an unbridled passion that Noah had never experienced in his long life.

He felt Micah's arousal pressed to his stomach. Noah felt his own hard dick pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of the jeans. He moved his hand down to Micah's sweetly curved ass and moved him slightly so their arousals lined up together. Noah felt Micah rubbing his lower body against Noah's, creating a delicious arousal for both of them.

Noah pulled his mouth away from Micah's and tried to get his breathing back to normal. Micah's mouth travelled down from Noah's lips to the side of his neck and started sucking gently. Chills ran down Noah's body and he moaned.

"Hmmm… somebody likes to have their neck kissed," Micah murmured. He slid his tongue up Noah's neck and licked the outside curve of his ear. He gently blew in it, and his mouth once again returned to Noah's sensitive neck.

"Baby, you're killing me," Noah panted as he continued to rub his very hard erection against Micah's. Micah's mouth stopped tormenting his neck.

"Take me to bed, Noah. I need you," Micah whispered, his voice rough with desire.

Noah looked down at Micah and saw those brown eyes lit up with passion and need. His cheeks were flushed with arousal and his lips were swollen from their heated kisses.

Noah groaned and walked to Micah's bedroom, still holding his beloved in his arms. Micah's mouth returned to torment his neck and he felt his Sweet One's fingers slide the leather clasp off of his hair. Micah gently started upbraiding Noah's hair.

Micah had his hair almost completely loose and running through his fingers before they reached the bed. Noah laid Micah down. He quickly took off his jacket and started to pull off his T-shirt.

"Wait. I've dreamed about you almost my entire life. Now that I finally have you, I want to see you, to touch you… Will you let me undress you?" Micah sat up and placed his hand on Noah's chest.

Noah nodded, let go of his shirt and placed his hands on Micah's face. "I am yours Micah. However you want me, you shall have me."

Micah grinned and got slowly off of the bed. He slid his hands up under Noah's shirt. Noah's skin felt firm and warm beneath his fingertips. He lifted Noah's shirt off of him and tossed it on the floor. Noah's chest was lean and slightly muscled. He had no hair on his chest and his pretty pink nipples were hard under Micah's touch.

Micah leaned over, slid his tongue over Noah's nipple and began to flick it with his tongue. Noah groaned and moved his hands from his side up to the back of Micah's neck to pull him closer. Micah opened his mouth and sucked on Noah's nipple.

Noah tilted his head back, making his wealth of hair cascade down his back. "That feels so good, Micah," Noah managed to moan. Micah pulled away from Noah's very hard nipple and started working on his other one.

Noah panted and slid his fingers through Micah's soft hair. He looked down and watched those dark pink lips sucking on his nipple, and Noah just about came right then and there. He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes as his body began to shake with an intense pleasure that he had never felt before.

Micah looked up and saw a look of utter rapture cross Noah's face. Noah was truly a beautiful man, but the look of desire made him even more so. His teeth bit at that full bottom lip and Noah's black hair fell in thick waves down his back. His eyes were closed, but it was as if he sensed Micah looking up at him, and he opened up those ocean blue eyes and looked down. His pupils were dilated, and they sparkled from within.

They stared at each other with looks of love and devotion on their faces for a few moments. Noah reached his hands down and lifted Micah's shirt slowly off of him. He looked down at Micah's body and appreciation filled his features. Micah knew he wasn't as built as Noah, but Noah seemed pleased with what he saw. His smaller chest was practically hairless, and his nickel-sized nipples became hard under Noah's appreciative gaze.

Noah slid his hands reverently over his chest for a few moments, then slid them down to Micah's pants. He lightly slid his fingertips over Micah's prominent bulge. He rubbed Micah's erection and Micah felt his hips move against Noah's hands helplessly. His beautiful man smiled almost wickedly at him as he slowly slid his hands to the top of Micah's khakis and unfastened them with surprisingly confident fingers. Once Micah's pants were unfastened, they fell to the floor of their own accord.

Micah felt the tip of his erection become wet with pre-cum as Noah's fingers slid around to the waistband of his boxers and gently pulled them over his prick and off of his body slowly. Micah stood before Noah, practically shaking all over with anticipation and desire.

Noah looked at Micah's body and groaned in appreciation. "You are truly the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on, Sweet One," he murmured as he reached for Micah's hard prick and wrapped his strong fingers around it, lightly stroking. He rubbed the head of Micah's prick with thumb, making Micah shiver, and then he started stroking his very aroused body again with slow and teasing fingers.

Micah fought the need to orgasm. With shaking fingers, he unfastened Noah's jeans and slid them down over his hips and off of his body. Unlike Micah, Noah didn't wear any underwear under those jeans. Micah looked at Noah's erection. It stood proudly, almost against his firm stomach. The uncut head was wet with pre-cum and he was surprisingly hairless, which only made him look that much longer and thicker. Micah's mouth watered at the sight of him.

He leaned up and lightly kissed Noah on the lips before he knelt down and slipped Noah's shoes and jeans off of the rest of his body. Micah looked at Noah's gorgeous body and smiled. He couldn't believe his Angel was here with him. He knew he was a very lucky man.

He looked at that gorgeous erection directly in front of him and reached his hand up to Noah's warm, hairless ball sac to gently caress it. He leaned forward and inhaled Noah's scent. He smelled clean, slightly like vanilla, with the muskiness of a very aroused man. His Angel's hips jerked and he felt Noah's fingers run through his hair. Micah leaned up and licked the head of his penis with the tip of his tongue. Noah tasted clean and slightly salty. He was delicious. Micah licked down the side of Noah's prick, placed his mouth over one of Noah's balls and sucked gently.

"Micah! That feels so good, baby! Don't stop… don't stop." He heard Noah's lyrical voice chant from above. Micah grabbed the base of his own penis and held on, trying to tone down his arousal. Micah slowly moved his mouth from Noah's balls and licked up his prick from the base to the tip. He opened his mouth, slid it down the length and sucked as he pulled away from it. He grabbed the bottom of Noah's dick with his free hand and moved his hand in tandem with his mouth. From the moans his lover was making, it was obvious he was enjoying it as much as Micah was himself.

Noah's balls came up tight and he knew it wouldn't be long before he reached orgasmic bliss. Although he loved Micah's mouth, he wanted to be inside Micah and make love to him, like he had envisioned hundreds of times before.

He pulled away from Micah's talented mouth and heard a soft pop. Noah looked at the man he'd loved for so long, reached down, and pulled him to his feet. He gently kissed him, and coaxed Micah down on the soft bed.

Micah reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a well-used tube of lube and a condom. Noah shook his head and smiled lovingly at him.

"We don't need them, Micah. We are both healthy and safe, but if you want to use protection, we will."

Micah grinned and tossed the condom across the room. With shaking fingers, Noah took the lube from Micah and poured some on his fingertips. He leaned down, brought his lips to Micah's and kissed him passionately. As Noah's tongue entered Micah's mouth, he slid his hand down Micah's body and in between his legs to his sweet hole. He gently circled his entrance and slowly slid his finger inside Micah's body.

Micah moaned into Noah's mouth and began kissing him back with a frenzied passion. Knowing Micah was feeling passion instead of pain, Noah gently slid his finger in and out of Micah's body until he felt he was stretched enough for two fingers. Micah felt hot and tight. Noah noticed a fine bead of sweat break out on his forehead as he tried to dampen his own desires.

Micah broke their kiss and looked up at Noah with adoring eyes. "I need you, Noah. Please make love to me," he whispered and wrapped his fingers into Noah's tangled tresses.

Noah slid his fingers from Micah's body and easily lined himself up to Micah's pretty, pink entrance. He groaned as he slowly and gently eased into Micah's hot, tight hole.

Micah's chest and upper neck flushed with arousal and he looked at him with passion-glazed eyes. "Please…" he moaned as he moved his lower body against Noah.

Noah slowly moved in and out of Micah's body. Micah wrapped his legs around him and moaned loudly. Seeing Micah in the heat of passion caused Noah to start moving rhythmically faster. He angled his body a little lower until he knew he hit Micah sweet spot on every stroke. Micah groaned and a fine film of sweat covered his entire body. He reached down between his legs, grabbed Micah's prick, and started moving his hand in time with their bodies.

"Oh… Noah… I'm gonna come!"

Noah continued to pound into Micah with passionate purpose. He heard Micah moan loudly and felt Micah's warm semen on his fingers and chest. He felt Micah's hole tighten and his own balls contract just before he felt the release of his orgasm within Micah's body.

Both men panted as they looked at one another. Neither man moved for several moments, before Noah slowly pulled himself from Micah's body. He leaned down, licked the sticky, salty wetness off of Micah's chest and then softly kissed Micah's lips.

Noah rolled over onto his back and pulled Micah into his arms. Both men laid there in a sleepy haze for several moments.

"Noah, what happened? You don't have to leave me again, do you?" Micah asked quietly as he leaned up on his elbows and looked down into Noah's beautiful, serene face.

Noah looked at Micah and smiled, "I was taken to Him. He knew what had happened, and what I had done to alter your fate," Noah whispered as he rubbed his hands up and down Micah's soft back.

"Was He angry with you?" Micah asked as he traced Noah's full lips lightly with his index finger.

"No. He is a very loving and forgiving God. He knew of my love for you and yours for me. He said everything happens for a purpose. He told me He loved me right before He took away my wings and told me I was to live a mortal life. He hugged me, and told me to have a happy life with you, and that He would see us in fifty or sixty years or so."

Micah laughed and hugged his fallen Angel to him.

Micah silently thanked Him for giving him a long life with Noah.

Several moments later Micah raised his head and looked at Noah again.

"So what's Heaven really like?" He asked.

Noah gave him a dazzling smile, leaned up and kissed Micah softly on his lips. He pulled away and cupped his Sweet One's face in his soft, strong hands.

"Heaven is right here in your arms."

The End