Free The Adonis of Weho by G.A. Hauser Page B

Adonis reached out to touch the man’s hair but he scooted back. “Don’t be frightened.”
    “Are you out of your mind?” He choked. “Don’t be frightened by a guy with huge white wings who asked if I was a mortal or a god?”
    “Why did you come back here?”
    “To find you!”
    Adonis smiled. “I won’t harm you.”
    “Am I insane?”
    “I don’t know. By whose standard? They are all different.”
    Adonis sat down on the sand in front of him, sifting handfuls through his palm.
    “Why can’t anyone else see this?” The man looked around.
    “What I want to know is, why you can?”
    “Who are you?”
    Adonis bit his lip. “Smith. Smith Gold.”
    “Are you an angel? Did I ask you that?” The man was still shaking terribly.
    “You did. And no. What is your name?”
    “Reese Anderson. If you’re not an angel what are you?”
    “I am a man. Like you.”
    “Bullshit! I don’t have those.” He pointed.
    “Well, half man.” Adonis shrugged. “Are you calmer? You have my word I won’t hurt you. I never had the intention of even scaring you. Though you scared me.”
    “I scared you?”
    “Yes. When you saw my wings I thought I was going to be in big trouble.”
    The man brushed the sand from his hands, appearing to calm slightly. “In trouble from whom?”
    “Never mind.” Adonis admired him for a moment.
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    Reese tried to stop trembling. Smith was giving him an adoring smile. “A gay non-angel?”
    “Yes.”
    “Half man, half…?”
    “Are you a gay man?”
    “Yes. All man. Not half anything. Oh, half Polish. Half…Heinz fifty-seven.”
    Smith tilted his head as if he had no idea what he had just said.
    “Why are you here in LA?” Reese tried to stand, testing to see if his legs were going to support him.
    Smith reached out to help him. At first Reese recoiled, then something in Smith’s blue eyes gave him faith. He took his hand. The heat and spark that connected them was instant. Reese got to his feet and before he brushed the sand from himself, he looked at Smith’s hand as it held his, then up into this strange creatures light eyes.
    Smith glanced upwards and said, “Eros! Arm your bow!”
    Reese panicked and jerked back his hand, looking for an armed assailant.
    “I’m joking.” Smith grinned. “Sort of. I mean, if you were shot by Eros’ arrow, well then…”
    “Shot?” Reese spun around to see if he could find someone aiming a bow at him.
    “Eros,” Smith said calmly, “The god of love.”
    “Man, either I’m on a good hallucinogenic or you’re nuts.”
    “If I didn’t have these stupid wings, what would you think of me?” Smith put his hands on his hips.
    Seeing a look of annoyance on the man’s face, Reese tried to give him an honest opinion, his frazzled nerves notwithstanding.
    “You’re…” Reese started his appraisal at Smith’s face, his angular jaw and straight narrow nose, high cheekbones and full lips, clean shaven and with a full head of ridiculously thick brown hair. He panned lower, seeing the size of Smith’s broad shoulders, his chest muscles pressed against the fabric of his black shirt, a narrow waist, sculpted biceps, and muscular thighs tapering to fabulous legs. Then Reese gazed at his crotch. Through the tight white fabric he could see an imposing hard cock.
    “Wow.”
    Smith perked up. “Wow?”
    “You’re…” You’re the best looking fucker I have ever seen .
    “I’m…? Yes?”
    “Smith… Wow. I mean, without the crazy wings?” Reese shook his head and couldn’t stop looking at the man’s dick once he’d seen it.
    “Yes. Without the crazy wings. Reese, am I attractive to you?”
    Reese began to sweat and his cock swelled. “Are you?” He laughed nervously. “Like you need me to tell you how hot you are?”
    Smith opened his arms. “Hot. Good then?”
    “Are you someone I should know?” Reese felt dizzy. Maybe he was dreaming. He pinched his arm and flinched. No. He wasn’t dreaming.
    “Why did you make