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movie Aliens . I’m not a scary alien; I’m a friendly one.”
    “Do you have wings?”
    Dove looked abashed. “I have very young wings. If I want to go flying, I can use them. Not like when we left the hospital, since that was just a hop.”
    Matthew blinked, remembering his terror as they’d floated out the window. “Uh, right, just a hop.” He put aside his portion of their meal and then smiled slightly when Dove took it from him to finish. He liked sharing food with him; it was almost like having a real boyfriend.
    “I’d like to see your wings sometime.” Matthew made to light another cigarette.
    “Okay.”
    Suddenly Dove was floating over the bed. On either side of his big, bare shoulders were enormous wings of white feathers and silver gilt, as fluffy as a big fucking Christmas ornament—only as Matthew watched, mouth agape—the wings shivered with a hundred colors, iridescent as a soap bubble, reflecting every color.
    One of the angel’s wings knocked over Matthew’s kitchen table.
    “Kinda clumsy,” Matthew rasped, at a loss. What the fuck do you say to a real angel? Holy fuck!
    “Sorry!” Dove flushed. “I told you I’m young.”
    Matthew crushed out his unlit cigarette. He sat back on his Salvation Army couch and simply looked at Dove, glowing silver, his beautiful naked body radiant, his face illuminated like it was fucking backlit…
    “It’s okay; it’s just a crappy table. And,” he swallowed thickly before saying honestly, “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Chapter Seven
     
    “Are you going to go to bed now?”
    “Yeah, I’m… tired.” What Matthew didn’t say was he was actually depressed and horny. He was holding one white iridescent feather from his angel he’d found on his dusty hardwood floor after Dove’s wings disappeared, holding onto the wonder of that moment. Matthew couldn’t forget the glorious vision lighting his crappy apartment. It had marked him.
    He knew he should feel even worse for wanting to put his hands on such an innocent. He’d tried to be good, ordering Dove to put his clothes back on while they ate canned peaches for dessert. Otherwise… he was only human; he wanted to touch and kiss and possess.
    “Will you sleep with me?”
    Matthew gaped. “No!”
    “Because you don’t want me touching you,” Dove said, sounding as depressed as Matthew felt.
    Oh, gorgeous, you have no idea how much I want that.
    “Because I don’t sleep with anyone,” Matthew chose to admit, very simply. “I don’t know how, all right?”
    “Oh. Aren’t you lonely?” Dove pulled off his T-shirt, and Matthew swallowed at seeing that brown, smooth, forbidden flash of skin. He wanted to lick Dove’s nipples, suck them hard, give him a lazy palm job while watching the expressions change on his face, watch him come for the first time.
    “Sometimes.”
    “But you are attractive. Your friend Leo thought you could sleep with a lot of people.” Dove cocked his head, obviously trying to understand Matthew.
    Matthew flushed. “Leo wanted me to rent myself out; that’s a whole different thing from really sleeping with someone, having a boyfriend.”
    Dove stood up and dropped his pants. He ran a fond hand over his sex, still obviously liking his new equipment. “Am I attractive to you?”
    Matthew cleared his throat. “Very! God.” He had to drop his gaze from his angel’s sex, which was responding like a big, friendly golden retriever to Dove’s affectionate handling.
    “If we are both attractive, we should sleep together, isn’t that right?” Dove blinked demurely at Matthew. “Then you’ll know what it’s like to sleep with a real boyfriend.”
    “Uh, it’s not that simple! First, not everyone finds everyone else attractive. That’s sort of mushy ground, gorgeous.”
    Dove put his hands on his slender hips, frowning, and Matthew couldn’t help but notice that his parts weren’t exactly one size fits all proportions. Definitely