ANGEL: When Angels Cry

by CJ Bishop

  ***

  Angel came awake with a cry, heart pounding. He was naked under the sleeping bag where he had crawled after Byrd had finished with him. The exhaustion of lack of sleep and having just been fucked so fiercely had pulled him into a heavy sleep.

  He rubbed his eyes and found his face wet with tears. It was almost dark outside and he had to get to work. He glanced at Maddy’s bed and started to tense when he found it empty–until a body shifted next to him, on top of the sleeping bag. Maddy lay huddled up to him, arm around his waist. Did he know what Byrd had done? Would the guy have gone out there and admitted that he had fucked Angel as well as getting a blow job? Did he want Wade and Axel to know he was that much of a fag?

  Lying back down for a moment, Angel drew Maddy’s head onto his chest and softly stroked his hair. “We’re going to get away, Maddy.” He whispered thickly. “We will.”

  The boy shifted and sniffed, the wetness of his breath betraying his own tears–and that he wasn’t entirely asleep.

  Angel kissed his head. “I have to go work.”

  “Did Byrd…” He choked on his whispered words, shaking.

  He thought about lying to him, but Maddy wasn’t a child anymore. He understood most of what was really happening to his older brother. “Yes.” Tears thickened his voice.

  Maddy hugged him tighter and began to cry.

  Sometimes it seemed that what was done to him hurt Maddy the most.

  ***

  Max stared at the thin plaque, his eyes following the engraved letters that made up the Serenity Prayer. He’d found it in a thrift shop over a decade ago and bought it, in hopes the words could somehow help him come to terms with his life. He prayed it every day, but had yet to receive the comfort he was seeking. When Horatio had first seen it, he’d told Max they were just empty words, they wouldn’t change what he felt in his heart or help him accept the things he couldn’t change.

  Lying the plaque on his desk, Max leaned back in his chair. The man had been right. Denying himself wasn’t the same as acceptance. He was nowhere near accepting the things he couldn’t change in his life. And he was quite sure he would go to his grave still unaccepting that life had fucked him over.

  He closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the leather desk chair. Lately, he felt like a recluse, shutting himself up in his office, barely showing his face around the club. Horatio’s recent visits had done a number on him that he was beginning to think he may never recover from. And then him walking out, telling Max he wouldn’t be coming around anymore…that had been the final rip through his heart. He knew why Horatio had said it, and why he would keep his word.

  He loves you enough to not want to be the source of your pain and torment.

  “But you always will be, baby.” Max opened his eyes and warm tears drained out. “No matter how far you fly away from me.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Heaven Here and Now

  Dane spotted the boy as soon he entered the club–and saw right away that something was wrong. There was a desperation that tightened his face as he looked around the club, seeming to scope out the customers. His eyes came to rest on Dane and he walked towards him with purpose, causing Dane’s pulse to quicken and glitch.

  Determination mingled with desperation when Angel told him, “Teach me the private dancing.” There was a forcefulness behind his words that was unaccustomed to the boy and sent a shot of blood straight to Dane’s cock. “This penny-ante shit isn’t doing it. I need some real customers.”

  “Okay.” Dane frowned and held up his hands. “Slow down.”

  Angel swallowed hard and some of the force left his voice. “Please?” A slight sheen of tears glossed his eyes. “I’ll…give you part of my earnings if you help me. I just…I really need this.”

  “No compensation is necessary.” Dane assured him. “I’ll help you.”

  Shifting anxiously, his eyes suddenly evasive, Angel murmured, “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to sound so…demanding. I mean, you don’t owe me—”

  “I said I’d do it.” Dane smiled, and when Angel looked up at him with a rush of gratitude–what little grip he’d had on his heart broke loose and he fell, right then and there.

  “Thank you.” Angel whispered, a slight shudder to his voice.

  Dane looked at him uncertainly. “Are you okay?”

  The boy stared back at him as if contemplating the question. His gaze wavered and shimmered, then he glanced away. “Yeah.” He murmured thickly. “I’m fine.”

  You’re lying, baby. “Okay.” Dane offered doubtfully.

  Angel cleared his throat and asked quietly, “How soon could we start?”

  “Well…” Dane’s attention was pulled to the club entrance as Oliver walked in, paused and looked around then smiled when he spotted Dane. “What about right now?” he shifted his gaze from Oliver to Angel. “Best way to learn is to just jump right in.”

  “You mean…with a customer?” Angel looked uncertain.

  Dane nodded. “That way, you get the lesson as well as the payout.” He smiled. “Kind of like getting paid to learn.” He watched Oliver make his way across the club towards them. “And I have the perfect customer for the job.”

  Turning and following his stare to Oliver, Angel’s eyes widened a bit. “Him?” he breathed, almost fearfully.

  Laughing softly, Dane nodded. “Trust me–he’s a gentle giant.”

  ***

  The man had muscles that Angel hadn’t even known existed on the human body, accentuated by his tight, yet classy attire. He was pretty sure the guy could snap him in half with the slightest effort. Dane shook his hand and flashed a charming smile. “It’s good to see you again, Oliver.”

  “Likewise.” The man spoke low. He had a nice voice.

  It occurred to Angel that this was the same man he’d seen come out of the private booth with Dane before. Apparently he had truly been satisfied–for he was back for more.

  “So,” Oliver caressed Dane’s body with his eyes. “A little one on one?”

  “Actually,” Dane slid his arm across Angel’s shoulder. “I was thinking maybe a little…two on one.” He smiled. “This is Angel. One of our new boys. He’s new to this and needs some lessons. Perhaps you could…help us out? Two for the price of one?”

  Oliver chuckled and looked at Angel. “Now how can I pass up such an offer?” He held out his hand. “It’s real nice to meet you, Angel.”

  “You too.” Angel murmured, still intimidated by the man’s size.

  “Very fitting name.” he observed. “You look like an angel.”

  I don’t feel like one. Angel simply offered him a shy smile.

  Dane’s arm remained across his shoulder as the three of them walked towards the private booths in the back of the club. There was a comfort in the man’s casual touch that afforded him the same sense of security he’d felt with Cole, yet with an added…something. And he knew what that something was; Cole was just a friend, but with Dane…there was so much more to it.

  His thoughts cleared and nervousness squeezed his stomach when Dane ushered Oliver into the booth, and then Angel, stepping in behind them and closing the heavy curtain. Angel realized he wasn’t dressed for the occasion. He looked at Dane and spoke low, “I didn’t change.” He indicated his clothes.

  “It’s okay.” Dane murmured. “We’ll manage.” The look in his eyes burned through Angel and he felt it prominently in his crotch.

  Oliver took a seat in the armless leather chair and relaxed back, hands resting lightly on his thighs. There was already a bulge behind his fly as he gazed at the both of them with a measure of lust, but in his eyes was also admiration. He didn’t have the creepy look in his eyes that Angel was so used to seeing in the eyes of the men Wade picked out for him. This man wasn’t a sick minded pervert–just an average guy who enjoyed the company of sensual boys.

  When Dane turned on the music, Angel’s nervousness heightened a notch. Dane stepped up behind him and res
ted his hands on his hips and brushed his lips across his ear. “Relax.” He said softly. “And just let me guide you.”

  When Ricky had told him the same thing–it hadn’t had quite the same effect on Angel’s senses. And when his body touched his and began to move so sensually, Angel feared he might faint.

  “Feel the rhythm?” Dane whispered, his hands gripping Angel’s hips. “Just move with it, let it take over.”

  Oh God yes, he felt the rhythm. He closed his eyes and let himself go. Unaware of what he was doing, his arms snaked up and around Dane’s neck as the man’s hands began to move over his body. He guided them between Oliver’s legs as the guy just watched for now.

  Dane slipped his hands under Angel’s shirt and the boy trembled and shivered as he caressed up over his bare chest then rubbed back down across his stomach then to the sides and down his hips. His crotch was glued to Angel’s ass and there was no mistaking the hardness developing there, and Angel had to wonder what would happen between them if they were alone in this booth together.

  ***

  The boy’s skin was growing hot beneath his hands, damp with a slight sheen of sweat. His body pressed back against Dane and followed his movements perfectly. His fingers sliding up Angel’s ribs, he peeled his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside then resumed caressing his now bare torso.

  He urged Angel closer to Oliver as the man rubbed his hands up Angel’s outer thighs. Dane discarded his own shirt then turned Angel around facing him, turning the boy’s back to Oliver. He could feel the heat in his own eyes as he gazed down at the young man, and it reflected back in Angel’s gaze. “Now the trick,” he whispered, “is to tease your customer.” He smiled over Angel’s shoulder at Oliver and winked. “They love to be teased.”

  “Indeed.” Oliver murmured.

  Dane dropped his hands to the front of Angel’s pants and unfastened them, slowly sliding down the zipper. The boy’s breath quickened–but with excitement rather than nervousness as Dane let his fingers play around underneath the loosened waistline of the pants. Angel touched his stomach tentatively, then slowly began to caress his skin, sending sizzling shock waves snapping wildly all through Dane’s body, swelling his crotch.

  “Start by showing them just a little of your fine ass.” He shoved his fingers down the back of Angel’s pants, underneath the band of his briefs and slowly pushed his pants down until a third of his ass was exposed then pulled them back up a little as their bodies swayed and curved with the beat of the music. “Then a little more…” His voice felt thick, and turned raspy as his fingertips slid over the smooth, firm swell of the boy’s rump when he shoved his pants down a little lower. He tugged his hands from beneath the briefs and worked Angel’s pants down off his butt. “Then go ahead and take off the pants.” He swayed down to his heels before Angel, dragging his pants down with him. The boy stepped out of them and he rubbed his hands up the back of Angel’s thighs as he slowly rose up again, his lips barely grazing the impressive bulge contained in the kid’s briefs.

  Oliver rubbed his hands up Angel’s bare legs and over his ass. “So beautiful.” He groaned. Dane had to agree. The man unfastened his own pants, opening the front, revealing his own restrained arousal.

  “Now, to get them nice and turned on,” Dane was beginning to pant as he was the one getting turned on. “Sit down in their lap and just work that lovely ass real good.”

  Angel did as he was instructed and Oliver held his hips as the young man lowered down onto his hard crotch and rocked his hips, swaying, circling.

  Oh fuck, Oliver, let me take your place. Dane artistically removed his own pants, beneath which he wore a mere G-string. As Angel worked himself on Oliver, Dane straddled both of them, rocking his hips with the music, dipping and swaying, teasing Angel as well as Oliver.

  He gently pushed Angel back against the man’s chest and hovered over them, sinking low till he was brushing against Angel’s solid crotch, then lifting up. His face moved so close to Angel’s chest and neck he could almost hear the thumping beat of his heart. The kid’s breath puffed from his lips, his eyes heavy with want, but he never lost rhythm and continued to move his body against Oliver. Dane grazed his mouth against Angel’s lips then along his cheek and on up the side of Oliver’s face. Then both Oliver and Angel had their hands on him, squeezing his hips, fingers pressing into his hard, flexing ass muscles.

  Angel gasped and clutched his flesh when Dane sank down again and this time rubbed a little more firmly against Angel’s confined cock. He knew by the tremble in the boy’s body, that if he kept it up–Angel lose it. And so would he.

  ***

  Please fuck me. Angel bit back the words before they rushed, untamed, out into open air. Oliver was steel hard beneath him, lifting and pushing against Angel’s ass as Dane teased the fuck out of him with his crotch massage. His tense fingers gouged Dane’s hips, aching to pull the man down against him. He couldn’t keep his breath from panting, gasping from his lips, as his body burned alive between the two men.

  Oliver released Dane’s ass and began to caress Angel’s inner thighs and up around his stiff erection. For as large as the man was, he had a very light, very erotic touch. His hands began to caress both Angel’s crotch and Dane’s. Sweat dripped off Dane’s body and his eyes were weighted as he gazed down at him.

  Take me home with you. The sudden thought jolted Angel and he trembled, eyes stinging, as he longed to be in Dane’s bed, wrapped up in his arms…safe from the world. But the world had its claws in him and he couldn’t get loose. He could never spend a night with Dane, not when Maddy needed him at home with him.

  He shoved the thoughts of hell away and, for the moment, let himself get lost in heaven here and now.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Flying with Angels

  You need to back off. But now that Dane was right here, all up close and personal with Angel, his body refused to pull away, drawn to the boy like a powerful magnet. And Angel wasn’t pushing him away either, gripping his hips, he could feel the kid wanting to pull him down even closer.

  Angel shoved his crotch up to meet him when he descended again, grinding them together much harder than before. “Fuck.” Dane shuddered and knew he was on the bare edge of losing control. Angel writhed sensually against Oliver’s strong body, shoving him to the edge as well. We’re all gonna fucking come if this keeps up.

  Forcing himself to back off, Dane tugged Angel up on his feet. The boy was shaky, but he kept in time with the music as Dane turned him around to face Oliver and grabbed his hips, hugging his ass with his crotch as they moved as one; rocking, swaying, dipping, bodies curving together fluidly. Oliver groaned and rubbed his crotch.

  “Good god,” he panted. “You boys are fucking hot together.” He groaned again when they both twisted down low between his legs then back up. Dane’s fingers pushed the band of Angel’s briefs just barely off his hips and down low enough in the front to expose his entire lower abdomen and a peek of neatly trimmed, sandy colored pubic hair. His fingers tingled with the need to reach deeper inside his shorts and massage his bare, hard flesh, but he knew now wasn’t the time. From the wetness beginning to seep through his briefs, Dane was sure that just a single touch of his bare hand might well cause the boy to orgasm.

  The song ended not a moment too soon, for the feel of Angel’s hot, firm ass cheeks moving against Dane’s rock hard cock had his dick leaking and drooling and thinking about bursting.

  “Da-aamn.” Oliver panted and wiped sweat from his fevered face. He stood up and fastened his pants, his raging erection bulging the crotch. “You two may just get a thank you note from my wife.”

  Dane stared at him in mild shock. “You’re married?”

  Oliver chuckled. “Happily so. To an amazing woman.” He smiled. “And yes, she’s fully aware of my fetish for male entertainment. She knew about it before she married me. But she don’t mind–it brings me home cock hard and ready to give her the fucking of a lifetime.” He winked.
“And she’s all in favor of that.”

  Shaking his head, Dane grinned. “Damn, Oliver, you have the best of both worlds right there.”

  “Indeed.” He smiled then leaned in and kissed Dane on the lips, then Angel, and stuffed a small roll of bills into both their crotches. “You two were just too damn good to short change.” He thanked them for a lovely time and left the booth.

  Angel tugged the cash from his shorts and unfolded the bills, counting them out. “Five hundred dollars.” He whispered.

  Chuckling low, Dane took out his own stash and counted out the same–then pressed it into Angel’s hand. “Here.”

  “But…” Angel frowned and looked at him. “That’s yours.”

  Dane shrugged. “And now it’s yours.” He murmured. “Listen, I live a simple life. I don’t need much. I’m well taken care of.” He held Angel’s pale eyes, his heart crawling up into his throat as he read so much behind that gaze. “Something tells me you need it much more than I do.”

  “I don’t…” He looked at the collection of cash in his hands and swallowed thickly, his voice straining. “I don’t…know what to say.”

  Dane cupped the back of his head and kissed his warm, damp hair. “You don’t have to say anything. It’s my pleasure.” He smiled. “And besides, you earned it.” He looked at him with want in his eyes. “You were…amazing.”

  Licking his lips slowly, Angel looked down. His breath quickened a little. “Dane, I…” His lips tightened and he glanced up.

  “It’s okay.” Dane whispered, his eyes heavy, and body aching to take him to the chair and finish what they had started. And something had been started. He cleared his throat and rubbed a quick hand over his mouth. “Look, Angel…if you want to continue the…lessons…” He released a slow breath and looked at the boy. “I have a studio apartment, lots of open floor space. If you want to come into work an hour or two early sometimes, we could…practice there. It isn’t far from here.”