ANGEL: When Angels Cry (12 page)

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.

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.