Some Angels Did Once
It's almost funny how the stars streak when you fall. You're supposed to be flying. Like a bird, like a plane. But you're falling heavy now, like a man. A human. Something's wrong. Things are blurred and things aren't making sense. Why aren't you saving the world?
A pain in your gut. In your head. Your thighs. There are bruises, markings, between your legs. Lex left them there. And when the blood pounds through you, it beats harder at those sensitive spots. You should be more concerned with the falling than with some leftover hickeys on your skin. Gotta be a trick of the enemy, because you're still falling like a pretty penny from heaven.
You must've been really high up and you're not sure how long it will be before you hit the ground. Seconds, hours. As if time even matters now. Maybe an ocean will break the fall. Or a field. Or some barbed wire.
Are you laughing? Feels like it. Chest shaking, throat tightening. It could just be turbulence though. You're falling pretty fast. The wind's buzzing in your ears and it reminds you of the time that a bee flew in your eye and stung your cheek. You were five and you cried and mom just smiled and kissed the tiny bump it left on your pretty little face. It didn't hurt of course, the bee sting, but you were scared.
Seems silly now, because everything seems silly now and you wonder if your mom will kiss the scratches on your face at your funeral after this fall. Will you really die though? Can you even? Will Lex start a scholarship in your name? Will he kiss the cuts that no one else can see?
The first time you flew, it was just a dream but it was like swimming and punching through air. And when you actually flew, months later, it was the greatest thrill this side of super speed running. An anti-gravity orgasm, all wind on your face and blood in your cock. You've never been as hard under Lex as you've been in the sky.
Pushing through clouds and pockets of air isn't anything you could describe to your parents or your friends, they wouldn't understand. And you don't even really understand it. The take off that starts in your ankles and the ascending height that tickles your stomach. It's all the opposite of this confusing plummet and you really aren't sure when it will all just ---