Dane exhaled heavily and tucked his arms
under his head, staring at the ceiling. “I don’t know.” He said
quietly, soberly. “Maybe…I don’t think I deserve the love of an
angel.” He shrugged. “Or anyone for that matter.”
Max turned onto his side and gazed at him.
“Why would you think that?” He traced patterns on Dane’s chest and
stomach. “From my standpoint, you’re a hell of a good man.”
The memories pushed in and Dane closed his
eyes. “I wasn’t always.” He whispered.
***
The hard kick to the end of the mattress came
way too early for Angel. A couple more hours of sleep was much
coveted, but Axel’s insistent foot jabbing the bed refused to let
him rest.
“What?” Angel mumbled.
“Breakfast time, slut boy.” He said. “Get on
it.”
Angel rolled over and groaned, eyes heavy.
But he knew better than to tell the guy to go away; the next kick
would be to his gut or ribs. “Okay.”
“Well get a move on.” He ordered. “You have
three hungry mouths to feed.”
Three?
It didn’t take much thought to figure out
that the third mouth belonged to Byrd. Instant tension squeezed his
chest. Byrd was a catalyst that made an already bad situation–even
worse. Nothing good ever came of his visits. He was the exception
to the
no side
jobs
deal. If he put up the cash, he got what he wanted,
every time.
Maddy was still asleep and he didn’t wake
him. He would have to eat when Wade and Axel did, they wouldn’t let
him make something later. But Angel would let him sleep until
breakfast was done–especially since Byrd was there.
“Hey,” Byrd snorted when Angel entered the
kitchen. “How ‘bout we turn on some music and you can do a little
dance for us while you cook?” The three of them laughed. “Breakfast
and a show.”
“Fuck.” Wade chuckled and shook his head,
lighting up a cigarette. He took a long drag and let the smoke out
slowly. “Get this, the little dancing fairy brought home three
hundred bucks last night. Can you believe it?”
“Nice.” Byrd grinned then smacked Angel’s
ass, making him jump and frown hard at the man. “Who’d have thought
this little ass could be so profitable?”
“That’s just the tip of the iceberg.” Wade
pointed two fingers at Byrd, his cigarette pinched between them.
“Wait till he starts getting the private customers. Those rich,
horny bastards will pay a shit load to
unload
in that tight little
ass.”
Tendrils of nausea weaved through Angel’s
intestines. Dancing was one thing, even private dancing. But he
wasn‘t a dancer, not really. That was just his cover. Wade hadn’t
sent him into the Phoenix club to be a stripper–but to be a
hooker
. He’d
heard some of the other boys talking about the offers made to them
for sex, though few accepted the offers, or at least didn’t admit
to accepting them. Angel was sure
some
did. Some of the offers were
astronomical–at least in Angel’s book.
“Well, it is an awful
cute
ass.” Byrd smirked and grabbed
Angel’s ass, squeezing hard.
He jerked away from him. “If you want food.”
He mumbled, brow tight. “Leave me alone.”
“He’s just fucking with you.” Axel chided.
“Don’t be such a little bitch baby.”
“Yeah.” Wade smacked him in the small of the
back with the back of his hand, hard. “He’s our guest. Show him
some respect.”
Byrd twisted in his chair and leaned back,
legs spread loosely. He grabbed his own crotch and grinned. “Or you
could just
blow
me some respect.” When Angel glanced at him,
his heavy eyes were thick with lust as they crawled all over his
body. “I have cash in my pocket.”
“Yeah?” Wade perked up. “How much?”
The man shrugged. “Enough for a little cock
slobbering.”
“You really enjoy that?” Axel grimaced.
“Having a
guy
suck your cock?”
“Hey.” Byrd’s hand snapped out and slapped
Axel in the back of the head. “Don’t knock it till you try it, dumb
ass. Besides, like I always say–Angel here is more like a girl
anyway.”
“Yeah, so keep your fucking mouth shut.” Wade
sneered. “You open it again, and maybe I’ll make
you
suck his cock.”
Byrd chuckled and winked at him.
“Fuck you.” Axel muttered low.
Byrd winked again. “Maybe.” He smirked. “But
you
would
have to pay
me
for that one.”
Mumbling coldly, Axel finally clammed up, his
face screwed up in anger and annoyance.
Angel tried to shut out their sickening
conversation and focus on the eggs frying in the pan so they didn’t
burn or overcook at all. Wade got pissed if his eggs weren’t fixed
just right.
“Speaking of cute asses,” Byrd quipped.
“Where’s Maddy?” Angel stiffened, heart pounding. “Isn’t it about
time you started making a few bucks off him as well? I bet he’s got
a nice little velvet mouth on him.” He winked at Wade. “I could
test him out for you.”
“You’re not gonna fucking touch him.” Angel
flared, turning on the man with fiery eyes.
“Mmm.” Byrd smiled wryly. “You’re sexy when
you’re angry.”
Angel backed off, unnerved by the way the
man’s crotch instantly hardened and swelled. “Just…stay away from
him.”
“You look real threatening.” Axel ventured.
“Standing there with that spatula in your hand.” The other guys
laughed and Axel relaxed, no longer the odd man out.
After serving the three men their food, Angel
fixed a plate for Maddy and headed out of the kitchen.
“Whoa.” Wade set down his fork. “Where are
you going with that?”
“It’s for Maddy.” Angel said quietly.
“What? He’s some fucking princess that he has
to have breakfast in bed?” Wade shook his head and jabbed his fork
at Angel. “He can bring his lazy ass out here to the table and eat.
It’s bad enough I have to support his useless ass, he doesn’t need
to be pampered as well.”
Walking back to the table, Angel set the
plate down. He licked his lips slowly. “Actually…I wanted to talk
to you about that. I mean, about Maddy making some money.”
Byrd smirked. “He can make money off me right
now.”
Swallowing thickly, Angel kept his focus on
Wade. “What if…Maddy could get a job? Like down at one of the
corner markets or something. Then he would be bringing in some
cash.” When Wade looked at him doubtfully, Angel hurried on. “He
wouldn’t say anything to anyone about our private business. It
would give him something to do, and bring in extra money.”
Wade went back to eating then finally
mumbled, “I’ll think about it.”
Nodding, Angel went to wake up Maddy. The boy
wasn’t thrilled about eating in the kitchen, but the news that Wade
might let him get a job brightened his spirits a little. He ate his
breakfast in silence, avoiding Byrd’s eyes at all costs.
Finishing his food, Byrd left the table and
dumped his plate in the sink then leaned against the counter and
wiped his mouth. He looked at Angel. “Now that I’ve had my meal…I
think I’m ready for dessert.”
Angel hadn’t eaten–precisely for this reason.
He‘d known that the moment Byrd mentioned a blow job, he was
serious. And he didn’t want a full stomach when he went down on the
guy.
Without looking up from his plate, Wade held
up his hand and snapped his fingers. Byrd produced two twenties and
a ten and stuffed them into Wade’s fist, then stepped over and
gripped the back of Angel’s neck, walking him out of the kitchen.
Maddy’s fork hovered, trembling, above his plate, a sudden wet
glint to his eyes. Angel wondered if the boy was old enough now to
understand that all that Angel suffered through–was to keep Maddy
safe and untouched.
***
“What do you mean he panicked?” Dane spoke
low, tight. “What happened? Did Ricky—”
“Ricky didn’t do anything.” Cole cut him off
right quick. “They were doing fine and then Angel just…I don’t
know…he just panicked.”
Dane dragged his hand slowly over his mouth,
eyes hard. “Did he say why?”
“He said he didn’t know why.” Cole told
him.
Rubbing his eyes, Dane sighed. “Maybe he’s
just not cut out for this.”
“Or,” Cole raised a slow eyebrow. “Maybe
you
should
step up and show him the way. Ricky’s good, but you’re older, you
have more experience, and…” He shrugged and smiled. “Angel
wants
to
dance with you.”
Dane leaned on the bar and cocked his head.
“And just when did he say that?”
“He doesn’t have to
say
it, dumb ass.” Cole slugged his
shoulder lightly. “The boy is gone on you. But if you keep running
away, one day you’re gonna turn around and realize he isn’t chasing
anymore, that he isn’t even
there
anymore.” He gripped Dane’s shoulder.
“Boys come and go through here. So…give Angel a reason to
stay.”
“You’re just a regular
Dr. Phil
aren’t you?”
Cole grinned. “Personally, I prefer to liken
myself to
Oprah
.”
***
“Strip.” Byrd said when he closed the bedroom
door.
Angel stared at him. “What?” he asked
thickly, heart beginning to thump hard at his ribs.
“Take your clothes off.” Byrd leaned against
the door and casually unfastened his pants. He’d never made Angel
strip down before.
“Why?” he whispered unsteadily.
“Because I said so.” He shoved his pants down
and kicked them off, then peeled off his shirt. His forceful
erection strained against the crotch of his briefs. “I paid fifty
bucks for you. You’ll fucking do what I say.”
Angel had always feared Byrd more than he had
either Wade or Axel. He slowly undressed until he was standing
before the man in his shorts.
“Take it
all
off.”
His throat tight, Angel slid his shorts down
his legs and stepped out of them. He avoided Byrd’s eyes as the guy
looked him over. A low–
mmm
–drifted out of him and he removed his briefs. He
walked over to Angel’s bed and laid down on the mattress, legs
spread, tucking his arms under his head. “Well, what’re you waiting
for?”
Angel hesitated then knelt on the bed between
his legs. The man’s cock stood erect, stiff as a rod, veins swollen
and snaking up his shaft. He wasn’t huge, but had a good eight
inches to him and was quite thick–which made him difficult to
suck.
Clear juice bubbled from his cock head and
Angel closed his eyes and lowered his mouth onto him. By now, he
knew how Byrd wanted it. He liked Angel to suck the head first,
using his tongue to tease the sensitive areas until his balls began
to ache, and then he would shove all the way in and fuck his mouth
until he unloaded.
“You know what, Angel baby?” He groaned. “I
have yet to meet a woman who can suck cock like you can.” He
squeezed Angel’s hair in his fists and groaned louder as Angel
tightened his lips around the crown of his cock and sucked harder,
his hands sliding up and down the shaft. “Oh fuck, boy…” he panted.
“If I had the cash, I’d just buy you from Wade.”
Leaning forward, Byrd rubbed his hands down
Angel’s back then grabbed his ass, working his firm cheeks with his
fingers as he pushed his cock deeper into Angel’s mouth. “Fuck,
boy, you have one fucking sexy ass.” His breath staggered and he
placed a hand on the back of Angel’s head and moved him up and down
on his dick as he massaged his ass with his other hand. “Oh fuck
yes…yes…”
In an unexpected move, he pulled Angel off
him and turned him around. “What’re you doing?” Angel trembled.
Byrd pushed him forward onto hands and knees
then knelt behind him. “What do you think?” he panted then spread
Angel’s ass cheeks and spit into his crack. “I’m gonna fuck
you.”
Before Angel could beg him to use a condom,
the man’s cock was shoving into him. Angel gasped and gripped the
sleeping bag in his fists as the man’s thickness forced inside him.
He knew not to resist or fight him, it would only make it
worse.
“Oh
Fuck
yes!” Byrd gasped sharp then bumped at him
hard, driving his cock in deeper and tearing a cry from Angel. The
man’s fingers gouged into his slim hips as he thrust into him with
more vigor, his pelvis smacking his ass cheeks. “Oh my god! Oh
fuck! This is so much better than any pussy I ever had.
Fuck!
”
An ache veined down through Angel’s arms as
he strained to hold himself up against Byrd’s hard, urgent fucking.
When the man got wilder, more forceful, Angel dropped down to his
elbows, his head ducked between his arms, choking on his cries.
Byrd shoved him all the way down and went at him almost
frantically. The guy had no doubt had his fantasies about fucking
another guy, but Angel suspected this might his first time actually
going through with it, for he seemed to have no control.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck!”
Byrd panted and grunted, his
strong, damp, hot body crushing Angel against the mattress as he
bounced his cock balls deep into his ass, again and again. When the
orgasm gripped him, his thrusts turned shorter, more erratic,
disjointed as his breath broke and fell out of him in shuddered
grunts and gasps, his hips humping wildly against Angel’s ass
cheeks. A strangled wail tore up his throat when he blew his wad.
He kept on fucking him, unloading more and more cum inside him.
When he was finally empty, he lay against
Angel’s back, hot breath blasting Angel’s damp skin. “Oh that was
so worth the fifty bucks.” He panted hard. “You can be sure this is
where I’m going to be spending my hard earned money from now
on.”
Angel buried his face in his arms, biting his
lip to suppress the sobs as hot tears seeped into the sleeping bag.
Was there no end to his living hell?