Hey, Angel

Chapter One

Colson stumbles to an abrupt stop as he slips through the front door to his friend's house. "Fuck!" The blonde exclaims in shock as he falls back against the closed door, the commotion causing Dom to turn raising an eyebrow in confusion as Colson leans heavily against the door, eyes raking over Dom's frame.

Dom wore a form-fitted, pleated white skirt, a white studded belt cinched tight around the delicate curve of his waist, tucked into the skirt was a collared white t-shirt that clung to every curve of Dom's torso. Strapped over his shoulders were a pair of grey feathery wings, his signature socks exchanged for a pale pink pair, the drastic colour change drawing Colson's wandering eyes to Doms thick, shapely legs.

The Brit flashes Colson a brief worried smile, his usually bright eyes dulled by fatigue. Colson's eyes focus intently on the soft pink colouring Dom's lips, the pale colour complementing his complexion, making him look ethereal. "Wow" Colson chokes out, his breaths catching in his throat as he straightens himself up, nervously shoving his hands into his pockets, his eyes roaming Dom's frame hungrily.

"What mate?" Dom snaps impatiently, crossing his arms over his chest petulantly his lips turned down into a childish pout as he blows his messy hair out of his eyes.

"You just - uh wow" Colson stammers awkwardly, vaguely gesturing towards Dom's ensemble, before forcing his hands back into his pockets to refrain from appearing any stupider in front of the Brit.

"The skirt or the wings?" Dom asks in a clipped tone, his patience worn thin from an arduous day of filming his recent video.

"Uh, both? neither? - fuck I don't know-" Colson stammers, breaking off in frustration, his cheeks turning a pale pink "Was just a shocked is all" He mutters sheepishly, awkwardly scuffing the toe of his converse against the carpeted floor.

He walks further into the room jokingly holding his hands up placatingly as he closes the distance between himself and his snappy friend. He stands in front of Dom his hands twitching at his sides as he fights the urge to physically comfort the fatigued man "You look soft" Colson whispers lamely, his eyes flitting over Dom's frame.

The quietly spoke words have Dom's disbelieving green eyes meeting Colson's the younger man's lips slack with shock. "You can um - touch if you want?" Dom offers, shaking the wings strapped to his back in clear invitation.

Colson steps closer, fingertips gently brushing across the delicate wings strapped to his back the feathers silky beneath his calloused fingers. His heavy breaths puffing hotly across Dom's cheek as they gravitate towards each other, their bodies swallowing the empty space separating them. Colson's free hand hovers questioningly over Dom's shoulder, the older man's eyes silently asking permission. "Yeah" Dom breathes out, smiling softly as the warm hand curls around his shoulder.

Colson's fingertips gently trail across Dom's chest, the rough skin of his palm catching on the soft material as he gently tugs it loose from the skirt. Dom's hand shoots down shakily pressing against Colson's hand stilling his movements, "I'm not taking it off" Colson whispers reassuringly in the younger man's ear, gently lacing his fingers with Doms, squeezing the Brits hand comfortingly.

Dom's breaths turn shaky as Colson's large hand trails over his hip, talented fingers twisting curiously into the coarse material of Dom's skirt "I'll never do anything you don't want me to Dom," Colson assures the younger man, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable.

"I know mate," Dom breaths out dropping his forehead to Colson's shoulder, hiding his flushed cheeks from the older man. "I-I should probably change" Dom stammers, his tired mind working slowly. He steps back from Colson, clumsily tripping over the sofa in his flustered state. As he loses his balance a strong arm wraps around his waist, Colson's large hand resting against the gentle curve of his hip as he pulls the Brit to his chest, holding him tightly as his panicked breaths slow.