Before Angel realized they had repositioned,
he was on his hands and knees, staring at his reflection in the
large window pane and the New York skyline beyond as Dane squeezed
his hips and fucked him wildly, his face a beautiful picture of
sweet sexual agony mirrored in the glass.
Angel panted a hard, erratic flow
of–“
Uh-Uh-Uh
”–while Dane’s hard cock impaled him again
and again. His body arched and curved, swaying on his arms and
knees as he fucked the man back with as much enthusiasm, the soft
mattress beneath them moaning and bouncing, the bed frame
creaking.
“Oh fuck!” Dane pushed him down on his
stomach and wrapped his arms around waist, lifting his hips just a
little as he slammed into him with frenzied thrusts that exclaimed
his orgasm was imminent. “Uh! Angel! Fuck, I’m gonna come!” He
pulled angel back up on his hands and knees and reached under,
grabbing his cock. “Fuck, baby, come with me! I need you to come
with me!”
There would be no problem there. Angel’s cock
was swelling with cum even as the man’s words left his lips.
“
Uuhh!!
”
Angel wailed and thrust back hard on his cock as his own burst.
Dane stroked him furiously, fist snapping up and down his dick as a
strangled shout wrenched out of him and he came with force,
slamming his hips against Angel’s ass then pumping him wildly,
panting and grunting.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck!
” Dane yelled and filled the condom,
surely to capacity by the way he continued to thrust and yell.
It seemed to take a bit before his orgasm let
loose and they both collapsed on the bed, sucking for breath,
chests heaving.
“Oh my god.” Dane gasped hard. “Oh fuck,
baby…fuck…that was…it was…” His breath staggered and puffed up his
throat. “Oh fuck, there are no words…”
Angel agreed. Or would have, were he able to
put together a single collective thought.
Paradise Lost
Is this really happening? Are we really here
together? And not just some sweet, perfect dream?
Angel’s warm back was snug against Dane’s
chest, their skin tacky, gluing their bodies together. Dane’s hips
curved around the boy’s heated rear, his cheeks relaxed, soft
against Dane’s satisfied, exhausted member. Even so, it twitched
with every slight movement of Angel’s body as the boy slept soundly
in his arms. He rested his lips against the young man’s hair and
breathed him in, his heavy eyes drifting to the digital clock.
Surely Max would understand if they didn’t come in to work tonight.
Dane didn’t want to move from this spot, just wanted to lie here
all night, holding Angel. And awake to his beautiful face, his
sleepy eyes and messed hair. Even his morning breath as he kissed
him good morning.
Warm tingles drifted down through Dane’s
body, settling in his toes, curling them up and making him shiver.
He smiled and groaned and hugged the boy tighter, kissing his hair.
“You are truly an angel.” He whispered. “
My
angel.”
Just when he began to drift off as well,
Angel stirred in his sleep. Dane tightened his arms and murmured
softly in his ear. The boy whimpered–as if in
pain
–then suddenly strained
against Dane’s embrace. His whimpering grew louder, laced with
fear. “
No…
”
he moaned, his sleep encased voice cracking, thickening with tears.
“
Don’t…
” A
sob choked up his throat and he began to fight Dane’s arm.
“
Sto-op…please!
” He was starting to gag on his cries
and thrash beneath the blankets.
“Angel.” Dane whispered close to his ear.
“Baby, wake up.”
The boy screamed, making Dane jump.
“Nooo! It hurts!
Stop!”
“Angel!” Dane shook him hard. “Baby! Wake
up!”
“Stooop!”
He screamed shrill, tears rushing down his
face.
Dane’s eyes burned, his throat tightening and
he pulled Angel over onto his back, holding his arms to keep him
from flailing. “Angel!”
The boy calmed suddenly, still asleep, but he
was shaking, sobbing quietly now, his head twisting back and forth
slowly and his beautiful face a mask of anguish. “
Please, God…
” he mumbled,
crying softly. “
Please…protect Maddy…please….
”
***
Nothing was mentioned of the night before,
and come morning, Gabe had seemed his old self again, no remnant of
the troubled look in his eyes. Still it bothered Cole; the man had
lied to him about the phone call. He was sure of it. He knew the
difference between a
dream
noise and one outside the dream, reaching in.
Someone
had
called Gabe
late
last night.
Cole had told himself to let it go, and not
let it eat away at him. But it bothered him to think that Gabe was
keeping secrets from him. And just
what kind
of secrets? He didn’t believe for
a minute it had to do with another man–sexually speaking. Gabe
loved him, he saw it in the man’s baby blue eyes every time he
looked into them. He wouldn’t cheat on him, he wasn’t worried about
that
. But
Gabe had been troubled last night, so something was going on that
he wasn’t telling Cole about.
“Earth to Cole.”
“Huh?” Cole blinked, his hand gripping his
drink as he leaned against the bar, staring blankly out across the
crowd of customers.
Gabe chuckled. “Where’d you go there for a
minute?”
Clearing his throat, Cole shifted. “Nowhere.
I’m here.” He leaned over and kissed Gabe. “With you.”
“Well, heads up because the octopus is back.”
Gabe grinned and tossed a nod towards the other end of the bar and
the entrance beyond where Faron Ryland stood, scouring the club
with purposeful eyes.
“Oh shit.” Cole groaned. “Hide me.” Ryland
was a true genetic anomaly; as soon as he stepped into a private
booth–his two hands became
eight
hands. And his special
affection
seemed well intact as his
gaze sought out Cole and rested heavily, a smile quirking his
lips.
“Aww he loves you.” Gabe cooed then kissed
his cheek quick. “How could he not, you sexy thang you?” He dodged
Cole’s fist and sashayed away, wriggling his eyebrows.
“Fucker.” Cole muttered and rolled his eyes
as Gabe laughed and disappeared into the sea of bodies, leaving
Cole to swim alone with the octopus.
“Cole.” Ryland’s smile widened as he
approached. Apparently the man hadn’t been taught about respecting
personal space as he moved right in on Cole, practically pushing
between his legs. “Got a thick
wad
for you.” He murmured, smirking, and
stuffed a bundle of cash into Cole’s crotch, fingering his cock
while he was in there. “You got a
thick wad
for me too?”
Sighing, Cole tugged his hand from his pants,
but then the other hand was immediately between his thighs, rubbing
his package. “Mr. Ryland…we’ve talked about this.”
“I’m a hands-on kind of man.” He smiled as
Cole had a hell of a time keeping the man’s groping under control.
Ryland wasn’t a bad guy, or even bad looking–just
way
too handsy. “Come on,
let’s do a little one on one. I’ve been thinking about you all
week.” He shoved close, his mouth diving in and touching Cole’s
neck. “It’s been embarrassing trying to function around the office
all cock hard and horny as hell.” His hand was back in Cole’s
crotch, rubbing, squeezing. “Come on, baby.” He panted softly, his
own hard crotch rocking against Cole. “I need some attention.”
Cole could turn him down, he had the option.
But the guy paid a fucking
huge
price for Cole’s
attention
. And he knew if he did turn him
down, Gabe would be relentless, teasing him about being afraid of
the guy. He’d rather deal with the groping for a short while than
Gabe’s endless jabbing. Well, his
teasing
. The
jabbing
he was rather fond of.
Before he could say either way, Ryland
grabbed his hand and tugged him away from the bar.
Well look on the bright
side
, he thought sourly,
at least he’s not a prissy little fag who talks
like a valley girl.
He passed Max on the way to the booth and his
boss arched his eyebrows and smirked. Cole shot him a
‘shut up’
look before
Ryland yanked him inside the booth.
Faron Ryland dropped into the leather chair,
legs loose, crotch bulging. When Cole turned on the music, he
smiled and waved his hand. “I don’t need the strip
tease
. Just undress and
dance for me, baby.”
“As you wish.” Cole nodded and peeled off his
shirt as he stood before the man. Ryland’s hands were immediately
on his stomach and chest, rubbing hungrily. He unfastened his pants
and stepped back a little, shoving them down his legs and kicked
them away.
“Fuck.” Ryland groaned. “You are sinfully
sexy, Cole. Just too fucking gorgeous for your own good. Certainly
for
my
own
good. I haven’t saved a cent since I met you.” His mouth twitched.
“I make all my
deposits
in you.”
You wish, buddy
, Cole mused. He moved in closer, his
hips swaying. Ryland whimpered and ran his hands up the back of his
thighs and over his ass, squeezing hard. “Oh fuck, when’re you
going to take that bonus I keep offering and give me some
cock?”
“Sorry.” Cole
tsked
.
“Aw come on, baby.” Ryland rubbed his lips
across Cole’s cock, barely confined in the shimmering blue G-string
underwear. “At least show it to me.” His fingers teased around the
band playfully, tugging lightly, as he grinned up at Cole. “Just a
little peek?”
Cole gripped his hand and moved it away.
“This isn’t a peep show.” He smiled, turning around gracefully in
time with the beat of the music and wiggled his ass in the guy’s
face. “This is as close as you get to viewing the goods.”
Ryland groaned but seemed plenty pleased with
the rear view he was receiving. He rubbed up over Cole’s firm
cheeks, thumbs dipping into his crack. When he leaned close and
Cole felt his wet tongue try to squeeze in as well, he danced away
and turned to face him again, shaking his head, lips twisting
sensually. “You’re just a naughty boy, aren’t you?”
Chuckling, Ryland licked his lips and leaned
back, shrugging, hands splaying out. “Guilty as charged.”
When they emerged from the booth after the
end of the song, Cole dressed once more and the wad of cash in his
hand, Ryland kissed him without warning and told him he would see
him again real soon–then squeezed his ass and walked out.
Cole stared after him, shaking his head,
chuckling. So the guy wasn’t
that
bad. He sighed and thumbed through the
bills then folded them in half and shoved them in his pocket and
headed for Max’s office. The man had a safe that he let the club
boys store their earnings in until they left for the night.
Max was at the bar, so Cole didn’t bother to
knock and opened the door. He paused suddenly when he heard Gabe’s
voice, tight, tense, as he spoke low into his phone. The noise of
the club made it impossible to hear his exact words, but his
troubled tone was unmistakable.
Who the
fuck
was on the other end of that call? The
same
one
from last night?
Cole’s guts twisted with apprehension and he
quietly closed the door, retreating.
***
“Angel?”
The bad dream left a tightness in Angel’s gut
that dissipated the moment he opened his eyes and saw Dane leaning
over him, gently shaking him awake. But when he reached for the
man, Dane withdrew and left the bed. He began to dress, his back to
Angel, a stiffness to his frame.
“We should get back to the club.” His voice
was neutral and Angel had no way of interpreting what he was
thinking, or feeling. “We’re already late as it is.”
“Is…” Angel’s throat tightened and began to
ache with a rush of emotion he didn’t understand. “Is something
wrong, Dane?”
“No.” The answer came too quick, too sharp.
He didn’t look at Angel as he stepped towards the bedroom door and
mumbled, “I’ll get your clothes.” Then he was out the door.
Angel stared at the empty doorway, his heart
pumping forcefully. Something
was
wrong. Why was Dane suddenly acting
so…
distant?
Fear coiled Angel’s heart as the possible truth of the situation
began push against his mind, causing a dull thumb in the center of
his forehead.
No.
It isn’t that. It isn’t.
He crawled off the bed, found his briefs and
slipped them on. Dane returned with his clothes and dropped them on
the bed, his dark eyes evasive. “We should get back as soon as
possible.” Then he was gone again, going back downstairs.
Tears tried to form and Angel blinked them
back. It felt as if the guy just wanted him out of his apartment.
But that made no sense. Everything had been fine.
Perfect
. Why would he act this
way now?
Don’t you know? Deep down–don’t you know?
“No.” Angel whispered, choking on a quiet
sob. “No, he wouldn’t do that.” He wiped at his eyes, drying them
the best he could, then walked slowly down the stairs. Dane cast
him a quick glance then grabbed his keys.
“Ready?”
Angel hesitated at the bottom of the stairs
as Dane moved towards the front door, eager to go.
Or just eager to get rid of
you?
The lump in his throat swelled, pushing more tears up
into his eyes. “Yeah.” He whispered thickly, wetly, and followed
the man out of the apartment.
The drive back to the club was weighted with
heavy, suffocating silence. Dane kept his eyes forward, tension in
his face. Angel wanted to ask him what was going on, make him tell
him what had gone wrong. But when he tried, the words lodged
beneath the knot in his throat and wouldn’t come up any further. He
turned his face away and stared out the passenger window as his
vision blurred and his heart began to break apart a piece at a
time.