ANGEL: When Angels Cry Page 9

  Angel looked at him, and it was clear the boy knew what he was really saying–though Dane tried to tell himself he had no ulterior motives for asking the young man to his apartment.

  “Okay.” Angel murmured. “I can…I can do that.”

  A shocking tickle spiraled down the length of Dane’s cock and he suppressed a pleasurable shiver. “Great.” He smiled, then ventured cautiously, hopefully, “Tomorrow?”

  “Yeah.” Angel said thickly. “Tomorrow.”

  When Angel stepped out of the booth, Dane stared after him. He’d just went from zero to sixty in what seemed a matter of seconds. Was he really ready for this kind of momentum? Were either of them?

  ***

  The kids’ talk and laughter, the music, it all served as a well needed distraction. Horatio had kept to his word and invited Seth and his friends to his jet. The other three guys obviously didn’t share Seth’s preferences since they had girlfriends in tow. Horatio didn’t mind; the more kids, the greater the distraction.

  One of the guys had a brother in Sydney, Australia whom he only got to see maybe once a year, and thought it would be awesome to just show up at his door. So their current destination was down under.

  Horatio laid on his bed, listening to the excitement in their voices–and suddenly the distraction was no longer distracting. But rather pushing him back to a day and age when he and Max had the same excitement in their voices as they talked about the future. Though they were quite young, still in their teens, Horatio had insisted that Max promise to marry him one day. Him and no other. Max hadn’t hesitated, but swore his undying love to him on the spot, for life or longer. Then they had made love to seal the deal. Though it hadn’t been their first time together, it was the one time that stood out above all the rest. It was them consummating their promise of a future together.

  And then suddenly, without warning–the promise was broken. Everything wiped away. And nothing mattered any more.

  A soft knock sifted through the bedroom door. “Come in.” Horatio said quietly, staring at the ceiling.

  Seth stepped inside and closed the door. “You don’t have to hide out in here. This is your jet.”

  Horatio chuckled. “Not hiding out, just taking a breather.” He looked at Seth. “I’m not as young as I once was. I need more naps than you young whipper-snappers.”

  “Fuck.” Seth rolled his eyes, a short laugh puffing out of him. “You’re in your prime. Every bit as hot and sexy as any college guy.” He walked to the bed and crawled on top of Horatio, straddling his hips. He rubbed his hands up Horatio’s chest then began to pluck loose the buttons of his shirt. “So hot, in fact…” he pulled open his shirt and leaned down, kissing his bare skin, swirling his wet tongue around an erect nipple. “…that I can’t keep my hands, or mouth, off of you.”

  Sliding his hands up Seth’s legs, Horatio squeezed his hips then rubbed his palms down over his ass, squeezing again. He looked up into his emerald eyes and once more saw a youthful Max gazing back at him. “You’re beautiful.” Horatio whispered.

  Seth smiled softly and slid his arms up around Horatio’s head as he came down for a kiss, his slick tongue winding into his mouth. You even kiss like Max. Seth moaned then sat up again and removed his own shirt. Horatio ran his fingertips over the guy’s hard stomach, tracing slowly up and down his rippled abdomen then up over the swell of his strong chest. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around his waist and bit onto a protruding nipple that was slightly longer than the typical male nipple. Horatio suspected its perkiness was due to having been given much attention by hungry mouths.

  “Mmm.” Seth moaned and worked his fingers through Horatio’s hair, rubbing his hands up the back of his head, his back arching a little as Horatio began to suck his chest. “Fuck, baby.” Seth panted softly. “I love your mouth.”

  Horatio laid him over on his back and pushed between his thighs, grinding against his bulging crotch. The sexual fire ignited swiftly and Horatio drew back, tugging at Seth’s pants, opening the front and dragging them down his legs. He discarded his own clothes then flipped Seth onto his stomach and kissed up the back of his thighs, his tense fingers kneading his hamstring muscles as he began to kiss and bite his ass cheeks, his tongue slipping into his crack and licking all the way up then back down again.

  “Oh fuck!” Seth gasped and pushed up on his elbows, back arching, ass lifting, head dropped back. “Oh god, tongue my ass, baby…I love tongue in my ass.”

  Horatio flattened his hands on his hard cheeks and spread him wide. He lifted his ass a bit more, drawing his legs up somewhat and spreading them out in a frog-like position, opening his ass to Horatio even more. “God, you have a beautiful, tight hole.” Horatio groaned then flicked the tip of his tongue against the puckered star.

  “Uuh!” Seth yelled and squeezed the silk pillows in his fists. “Fuck! Yes…fuck me with that sweet tongue…oh god…” He groaned tight and ducked his head. “Fuck, you’ve already gotten me so fucking hard.”

  Pushing him open wider, Horatio covered his hole with his entire mouth and sucked him before thrusting his tongue in as far as it would go.

  “Holy fuck!” Seth yelped loudly then shoved back on his tongue, stroking. “Oh fuck yes…oh shit…that feels so damn good…oh my god, you could make me come just by tonguing me.”

  Let’s see, Horatio groaned inwardly and went to tongue fucking his gorgeous ass. Seth spoke the truth as, within a few minutes, he was writhing and squirming, shouting and coming. The ease with which he gave it up made Horatio wild to fuck him, his cock throbbing like mad. He moved up over the top of him, sat back on his heels as he hurriedly rolled on a condom, then spit on his hole and pushed inside him.

  “Oh fuck.” Horatio gasped tight, so hard and ready to unload.

  “Do it.” Seth panted, his cheek shoved into the slick pillow. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

  With no need to be asked twice, Horatio went straight for the gold, pumping his ass hard and deep. He shoved up on his arms and used the power of his hips to slam into Seth, rocking the bed. “Fuuuck!” He yelled and grunted, putting more force into it as his need to unload heightened greatly.

  Seth bit the pillow and fucked him back. “Oh fuck! I’m gonna come again!”

  One thing Horatio quickly learned about this kid was his ability to orgasm frequently. Maybe he had an extra sensitive ass, or prostate, but whatever it was–it turned Horatio on like crazy. He understood now what straight men found so fucking hot about making a woman orgasm multiple times during a single session. And with a guy, it was even more empowering because men didn’t typically have but one orgasm per session.

  Horatio pulled back, tugging Seth up on hands and knees then went at him urgently, fucking him hard. “Oh god!” Seth yelled, “Fuck! I’m gonna blow!”

  Horatio drew him up on his knees so his back was against Horatio’s chest then grabbed his hips and pounded his ass with short, fierce jabs. The guy’s stiff cock bobbed erratically, untouched, as he screamed and white creamy cum tendrils began to squirt out in forceful shots.

  “Fuck.” Horatio gasped as Seth’s cock squirted another thick wad onto the bed. “Uuh!” He smacked his hips hard against Seth’s ass and unloaded, filling the condom instantly. “Shiiitt!” He rabbit punched his ass erratically, panting, grunting, as his balls continued to empty into the contraceptive. When he finally pulled out, the condom was so full it nearly slipped off his cock before he was entirely free of Seth’s body.

  He stepped off the bed on shaky legs and discarded the soiled rubber, then came back and dropped down next to Seth, still panting hard. “You’re one hell of a great fuck, Seth.”

  Seth grinned, breath static. “You’re one hell of a great fucker.”

  Horatio sighed and closed his eyes. That’s what Max used to tell me.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Lie Not One to Another

  Angel tossed the folded bills in Wade’s lap as the guy lounged back on the old sofa, stoned. Axel
sucked on a joint, held in the smoke for a moment then let it out with a cough. Without speaking to them, Angel walked on through the small living room and down the short hall to the bedroom. Just as he closed the door, he heard Wade cough then laugh. “Five hundred fucking bucks? Fuck.”

  The closed door muffled their voices. Maddy was in bed but still awake. He turned onto his back and sat up. “You made five hundred dollars tonight?” he whispered.

  Shaking his head, Angel slid out of his jacket and glanced at the door then sat down on the edge of his mattress. He tugged out another wad of bills and grinned. “I made a thousand.”

  “Serious?” Maddy’s eyes widened. “But…you only gave Wade five hundred?”

  “Well, technically, all I earned was the five hundred.” He said. “And Wade only said I had to give him what I earned.” He grinned.

  An uneasy look crept across Maddy’s face. “But what if he finds out you didn’t give him all the money?”

  “He won’t.” Angel said and looked down at the bills, ready to stuff them under the mattress real quick if Wade or Axel came to the door. He raised his eyes back to his younger brother’s concerned face. “We’re getting out of here, Maddy. Maybe sooner than later if I can keep making this kind of money. Wade doesn’t know what I make, except for what I tell him. He thinks I’m too scared of him to keep anything from him.”

  “And you’re not?” Maddy murmured, uncertain.

  Angel licked his lips and whispered, “I’m scared shitless of him, Maddy. But,” He looked at the boy. “I’m more scared of what he’ll do to you. I don’t want you here. And if we’re smart about it, he won’t find out about the money.” Tossing another glance at the door, hearing both Wade’s and Axel’s voices out in the living room, he went to the hole in the wall and took out the jar, removing the lid.

  Maddy frowned. “You’ve been saving money already?”

  “A little.” Angel stuffed the five hundred into the jar and screwed the lid back on, replacing it inside the wall. He walked back to his bed and sat down. “I didn’t have much, until tonight.”

  His face pinched with confusion, Maddy murmured, “If you didn’t earn the other five hundred dollars…where did you get it?”

  Angel lowered his gaze to the floor and smiled, his pulse still slightly quickened from the session with Dane. “From a real angel.” He whispered.

  ***

  Sleep was impossible. Once Dane was home and in bed, he tossed and turned as his mind replayed on a continuous loop his time in the booth with Angel. He could still feel the boy’s body pressed tight against his, every curve of lean muscle, every sway of his lovely frame. In the shower, he’d had to take care of the steel rod between his legs that refused to soften. It had been a bit of a burden while he was still at the club, certainly not hidden from Cole and Gabe who were well aware of the lesson he’d given Angel in the private booth. They had messed with him relentlessly, and he’d played the annoyed friend, but in truth any talk of Angel made his heart go crazy.

  Maybe it was spending the night with Max, feeling the pain of his forced separation from Horatio Kaplan, his words of wisdom offered to Dane in hopes he wouldn’t let a possible love slip through his fingers when he–unlike Max–could grab on and hold on…that had caused him to be so welcoming of Angel, so eager to help him. And now that he had gotten a feel of the boy, his senses were going crazy, and dragging his body and heart along for the ride.

  His relief in the shower was short lived as now he was once more sporting granite between his legs. A hard groan rumbled his chest and he reached beneath the blankets, taking hold of himself. He closed his eyes and thought about Angel, imagined the boy right there in his bed, naked flesh pressed against him–and let his hand become Angel’s hand, stroking him, loving him.

  “Fuck…” A shaky breath trembled off his lips and his hips began to move, lifting his butt off the bed, shoving his sensitive cock through his tight fist. He rolled his palm across the head and he jerked a little as the pad of his thumb massaged the slit underneath. Warm juice was already bubbling at the tip, and he caught it, coating his shaft as he squeezed and slid his hand back down to the base. Oh god, he might very well lose his fucking mind to have Angel’s actual hands on him. But it was a risk he was willing to take.

  Inviting the boy to his apartment had been a bold move, but having just rubbed all over his beautiful body and felt Angel’s hunger for him as well–all he’d wanted was to be alone with him, someplace where they wouldn’t be interrupted. Angel had known, as well as Dane himself, that the dance lessons were a mere excuse to get the kid to his private domicile. And yet…Angel had readily agreed. Would he come there with the explicit intention of making love to Dane? Oh god, please let it be so.

  Such a thought added solidity to his cock and caused it stretch in length and girth. His balls were steel orbs between his legs, aching like hell to unload. He imagined Angel’s beautiful, soft lips touching him down there, his warm mouth encasing Dane’s hard balls and then his…

  “Uuh!” Dane shouted, his hand snapping up and down his cock erratically. His ass bounced against the bed as he fucked his fist desperately. He kicked off the blankets just as he blew his wad, shooting thick globs of cum into the air. “Fuck!”

  His fist clutched his member even after he was empty. The shaft remained heavy, even stiff to a degree. With Angel actually there–he wasn’t sure he could go down at all. He suspected the boy’s presence would inspire a perpetual hard-on.

  ***

  Cole rolled over and found empty sheet where Gabe’s hard body should have been. His eyes opened with effort, sleep still weighing heavily. Through blurry eyes, he noticed the digital clock on Gabe’s side of the bed read four in the morning. He rubbed out his eyes then pushed up on his elbows and looked around the bedroom, lit only by the city lights on the opposite side of the blinds. One window had its blinds drawn and Gabe stood looking out, his beautiful naked body highlighted by the glow of the city.

  “Gabe?” Cole cleared his throat and sat up. “What’re you doing? Giving the peeping Toms a thrill?”

  A short laugh chuffed in Gabe’s throat. “Yeah.” He murmured. “That’s it.”

  “Seriously,” Cole frowned. “What’re you doing?”

  “Couldn’t sleep.” Gabe whispered.

  Cole left the bed and walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist. “Then you should have woken me.” He kissed the back of his neck. “I could’ve helped exhaust you.”

  “Didn’t want to disturb you.” Gabe leaned back against him and stared out the window. “I need you well rested.”

  Chuckling softly, Cole kissed along the curve of his neck and up to his ear. “You know I bounce back right quick.” He massaged his crotch against Gabe’s firm ass cheeks and rubbed his hands down across the man’s cut abdomen muscles and took hold of his semi-hard member, which swelled instantly at his touch. He stroked him slowly and Gabe exhaled deep, leaning against him more forcefully. Cole smiled and nibbled his ear lobe. “Do you think anyone’s watching?”

  Gabe shook his head and laughed low, but there remained a subdued air about him. “Even if they were, I doubt they could see anything with the lights off.”

  “Then maybe we should turn the lights on.” Cole grinned. “Give ‘em a real show.”

  “You’re a nasty boy.” Gabe murmured, then smiled. “Just the way I like ‘em.”

  “Mm.” Cole kissed his shoulder and stroked him a little harder, his own cock already stiff as a board and pushing between Gabe’s cheeks. “I’m very horny all of the sudden.” Cole groaned.

  His breath coming quicker, Gabe flattened his hands against the cool glass of the full length window and shoved his ass into Cole’s crotch. “There’s a remedy for that.” He panted lightly.

  The man’s face awash with city lights, Cole could see the want and need written all over it. He released him and grabbed onto his hips then squeezed his cock head through the guy’s tight anal ring.
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br />   “Fuck.” Gabe gasped, his fingers bending and turning white as he pressed harder against the glass, his body beginning to arch as Cole shoved in deeper. “Oh fuck, baby…yes…give it to me.”

  And he did, every thick inch, squeezing in to his very core, his anal sleeve closing tight around Cole’s member, clenching, sucking him in even deeper. “Oh my fucking…uuh!” A fierce shudder ran down through Cole’s body, causing his toes to curl a little. His fingers dug into Gabe’s hips and his chest hugged the man’s strong back. “I love you.” He trembled, slid his cock back out about half way then snapped his hips forward, driving himself back in with a single, hard thrust.

  “Fuck!” Gabe shoved forward, his forearms flattening against the glass, brow touching the window, breath shaky. “Yes, baby…fuck me like you mean it.”

  “I mean it.” Cole panted. “A lot.” He squeezed his hips and went to fucking him with deep, long, hard jabs, shoving him closer to the window. Gabe’s now quite stiff cock bumped the glass with a consistent dull thump, smearing cum juice across the clear surface.

  “Fuck me, Cole. Yes!” His breath burst onto the glass in steamy puffs as he stared down at the city below. The window fogged around his forearms and brow as his body grew hotter by the moment.

  Cole grunted and puffed and groaned as he fucked his lover urgently, balls smacking loudly against Gabe’s sac. The sound of Gabe’s dripping cock head thumping hard against the glass turned him on like mad. “Fuck, baby!” he groaned tightly and slammed himself in deeper, harder. “Oh my god!” he grabbed Gabe’s dick and jerked him off, fist snapping up and down his steel shaft. “Fuck, Gabe! Fuck! I’m gonna lose it!”