by CJ Bishop
Double fucking Cole’s cock and fist, Gabe shoved his head harder against the glass and moaned, mouth open, breath bursting out of him, fogging the window. “Fu…fuuuck…Cole! Oh god! I’m there! Oh Fuuuck!”
His declaration propelled Cole over the edge. “Uuuhh! Fuuck!” He yelled out loud and came hard, stabbing his cock into the man and unloading his balls.
Gabe wailed as Cole’s fist pumped his cock, and he exploded, cum splattering against the glass and sliding down the slick surface. “Fuck!” he shuddered hard and thrust through Cole’s hand urgently until he was empty and sagging against the window, Cole pressed up tight against his back, caressing his sweat slick body.
“I really love you, Cole.” Gabe panted against the cool glass, breath steaming out in short puffs.
“I love you too, baby.” Cole kissed his heated, damp shoulder, his lips lingering as he whispered, “What’s wrong, Gabe?”
Gabe shook his head slowly, but there was a distant, troubled look in his eyes as he stared out at the city. “Nothing.”
“I thought I heard your phone go off.” He said quietly. “Or was I dreaming?”
Swallowing thickly, Gabe murmured dully, “You were dreaming.”
Cole hugged him tighter and touched his brow to the back of his head. And you’re lying.
Chapter Fifteen
Guilty Pleasures
“Why do you have to go to work early?” Maddy asked.
“There’s just…” he swallowed thickly and glanced away. “Some things I have to do.” Guilt shadowed his heart; Maddy hated being alone with Wade and Axel, and wanted Angel there as much as possible. And his reasons for leaving early…he could tell himself it was a good reason, that he needed the lessons–but that was bullshit. It wasn’t the lessons he was going to Dane’s apartment for.
So because you’re itching to get laid by this guy–you’re gonna leave Maddy with these fuckers even longer?
Angel sighed. The guilt twisted up his guts as he looked at his little brother’s tense face. What if something happens to him while you’re off fucking your brains out? What if Byrd comes over and decides to rape him? You gonna be able to live with that? Will the fuck have been worth it?
His jaw tightening, Angel squeezed his eyes shut. Fuck. He shook his head. “Look, Maddy,” he murmured. “I can wait and just go in at the regular time. It’s no big deal.” The disappointment was audible in his voice but he didn’t know how to force it out. Dane was the first man ever that he felt enough for to actually want to be with him intimately. This was a new and exciting experience for him, and he longed to explore it. He was a little scared too, but not so much that it would stop him from testing the waters to see if he could swim.
He didn’t know if he entirely trusted Dane’s intentions or not–he had no experience with trust, didn’t know how it felt, other than the trust he had in Maddy. He wanted to trust him, and Cole and Gabe as well. They struck him as men of honor–or at least what he assumed men of honor were like, he’d never met any before now. But there remained that guarded side of him, always looking for the wolf in sheep’s clothing, the devil in the details. Maybe trust was earned. In time, surely these men would prove themselves to be trustworthy.
“It’s okay.” Maddy said. “You can go.”
Angel looked at him anxiously, the guilt still riding his shoulders. “I don’t…” He licked his lips slowly. “I don’t have to, Maddy. I can stay.”
“I’ll be okay.” Maddy assured him, putting on a brave front. “They usually leave me alone.”
Guilt and uncertainty continued to thwart Angel’s departure. “Are you sure—”
The bedroom door opened suddenly and both Angel and Maddy jumped, gasping. Wade lounged in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “I thought it over and,” He shrugged and looked at Maddy. “I guess it would be okay if you got a job. But,” He added sharply, stabbing a finger at the boy, “If you open your fucking mouth about our personal lives here, I swear to God I will cut out your fucking tongue. You got that?”
Maddy swallowed hard, and nodded. “Yes.” He whispered.
“And you.” Wade turned on Angel. “If you can make five hundred in one go, I don’t see why you can’t make a thousand. If they’ll pay the five, they can sure as hell afford to pay more.” This time he jabbed his finger at Angel. “Don’t fucking give it away. Charge them more. Those horny rich bastards have the money. So when you come home tonight–I expect to see an increase.”
Angel stared at him; he expected Angel to bring home a thousand dollars tonight? Last night was a fluke, Dane had given him his share. But what about tonight? Would he even be able to get the five hundred–much less any extra? Did the guy expect this kind of payout every night?
“Wade…” Angel swallowed thickly. “Not every night is profitable. It just depends on the customers.”
He winced when wade grabbed the back of his neck and squeezed hard, a fierce grin on his face. “Don’t underestimate that sweet ass of yours, baby. You shove it in their faces until they’re begging you for a fuck.” He released him, shoving him back a little. “That five hundred from last night…did you fuck the guy for it?”
Rubbing his neck, Angel frowned, eyes wet. “No.” he said thickly. “I just…danced for him.”
“And did you offer more?” Wade’s voice lowered to a dangerous tone. “Like I told you to? Because I’m thinking if the bastard was willing to pay out five for a fucking dance–he would’ve paid a whole hell of a lot more for a fuck.”
“I…” Angel shifted anxiously. “I did offer.” He lied. “But…he was married and he wasn’t looking to cheat on his wife. He just liked to watch.”
“Just liked to watch.” Wade murmured sourly. His hand snapped out and slapped Angel hard in the face. “Well don’t waste your fucking time with the ones who just want to watch. Find the ones who want to fuck. It can’t be that fucking hard to do in a place like that.” He exhaled hard. “Don’t start thinking your job is dancing. You know why you’re there–so start peddling that ass or have hell to pay.”
Wade walked out and slammed the door behind him. Angel quickly wiped away a few rogue tears then cleared his throat and looked at Maddy who stared back, eyes wet, fearful. Angel forced a smile. “Well, look on the bright side,” he said thickly. “You can get a job.”
***
“You’re in early.” Max grabbed a stool next to Dane at the end of the bar. It was barely five-thirty and Dane’s shift didn’t start till seven most nights.
“Yeah, uh,” Dane cleared his throat and shifted a little on the stool. “I’m meeting up with Angel. He…asked me to help him with the dance lessons.” He took a long drink of beer and swallowed hard, nerves on edge. Would Angel actually show up early? Or had he changed his mind once he came down off the sexual high that their private dance had incited? There was still plenty of time for him to show up. Dane had said an hour or two early. But if he didn’t show by six, he would have to assume he had thought better of their little rendezvous.
Maybe it would be better if he did. Do you really think this could work? He’s a kid–just barely out of fucking high school. You’re well on your way to thirty years old, over a decade older than him. Maybe you should just let this one pass.
“Penny for your thoughts.” Max murmured and sipped a glass of scotch that Dane hadn’t even been aware that Carl had served him.
Dane shrugged. “Just thinking,” he shook his head and looked at the man. “Do you think I’m too old for Angel? I mean, shit, he can’t be more than eighteen.”
“Afraid you’re robbing the cradle?” Max smirked and sipped his drink, eyebrows arched.
“Exactly.” Dane sighed.
Setting his glass down, Max twisted it in slow circles, watching the contents swirl around the ice. “Think about it.” He said. “The kid’s a stripper. Barely eighteen or not, he’s no child. And from what I can see, he’s got a very mature head on his shoulders.” He shrugged then stirred the drink
with the tip of his finger, pushing the ice cubes around the edge of the glass. “If you have a chance at love,” he whispered. “Fucking take it. Don’t waste it.” A notable strain thickened the man’s voice.
Dane reached out and rubbed his hand down the back of his head. “You okay, boss?”
A short laugh caught in Max’s throat. “Fuck no.” He downed the scotch and set the glass on the bar. “Not by a long shot, baby.” He stood and smacked Dane lightly on the back. “Not by a long shot.” He walked away.
“Is he…all right?” Carl asked with real concern as he watched the man enter his office and close the door.
Dane glanced back towards the office. “You heard him.” He murmured and looked at the bartender again. “Not by a long shot.”
“What’s wrong?”
Sighing, Dane shrugged. “That’s not something I’m at liberty to say.” He chuckled low, without humor. “Even if I knew.” He glanced towards the club entrance, hoping to see Angel appear–despite his doubtful thoughts. When he looked at Carl again, the man was still staring at Max’s office door. “Are you okay?”
“Huh?” Carl shifted his attention to Dane, then rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. “Yeah. Why?”
“I don’t know.” Dane said slowly. “You seem unusually attentive to the boss all of the sudden.” Or possibly not all of the sudden? Carl was a fixture of the club and had been for quite some time. Dane had to admit, short of ordering a cold drink from the guy and engaging in simple casual conversation from time to time, he really knew very little about him. He’d never paid attention to who the man might be eyeing. Was it possible he had a thing for the boss man?
“No.” Carl shook his head but seemed a bit uneasy by the topic. He grabbed Max’s empty glass and set it down behind the bar. “It’s just…he seems different lately. More distracted, troubled.” He looked at Dane. “Does he have something going on with that Kaplan guy? They’ve spent a lot of time closed up in his office.”
Angel suddenly appeared at the entrance like a beautiful celestial being from heaven. Dane stood up and smiled at Carl and shrugged. “You’ll have to ask him.” Carl simply nodded and wandered away as Dane walked towards Angel.
***
The vision of Dane coming towards him sent Angel’s heart into a frenzy. His snug jeans hugged him in all the right ways and the red and blue striped tank top exposed his muscular arms, sucked against his thick chest and rippled stomach. Angel hadn’t forgotten how that body felt beneath his fingertips–or pressed up tight against him.
Get a grip before you faint right here on the spot. He took a deep breath and let it out slow. What if he were wrong about why Dane had offered to use his apartment for their lessons? If he came on to the guy only to find that the private dance thing had just been an act, part of the job for him–Angel was sure he would die of embarrassment and disappointment. He exhaled again as Dane approached, a smile so sexy that Angel felt everything inside him melt into a gooey puddle.
“Hey.” Dane’s smiled widened and Angel bit back a whimper as the man’s dark eyes pulled him into that sweet, bottomless abyss. “I wasn’t sure you were going to show.”
Angel licked his lips slowly, nervously, not missing the way Dane’s eyes followed his tongue. “I’m here.” He whispered, voice raspy, uneven.
“My car’s out front.” Dane motioned towards the front doors of the club. “Shall we?”
Nodding, not trusting himself to speak, Angel turned back the way he’d come and walked back out of the club with Dane close behind.
In his car, Angel sat anxiously in the passenger seat, barely able to breathe. Dane glanced at him as he started the car. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Angel looked at him and their eyes held.
“You know,” Dane said softly. “You’re really good enough as it is. I doubt you need any lessons.”
Swallowing thickly, Angel murmured, “Actually, I think…there’s a lot you can teach me.”
A notable rise and fall of Dane’s chest signified his quickened breath–and full understanding of just what Angel was implying. He smiled, eyes weighted with desire. “I guess we’ll see.”
Chapter Sixteen
Devil in Those Angel Eyes
Dane’s apartment was large with a huge open area that housed a sofa, television and stereo in one sectioned off corner. In another corner was a multi-station weight machine–no doubt the source of the man’s exquisite body. On the far side was a slightly raised kitchen, not too spacious, and a set of open stairs that led up to what looked like a loft; surely the bedroom. Angel shivered as his eyes lingered perhaps a little too long up there.
The guy had been right; there was lots of open floor space. He was also right about living the simple life. The place wasn’t stuffed full of possessions, other than his entertainment devices and workout machine.
Dane cleared his throat and motioned him deeper into the apartment. “As you can see, there’s plenty of room.” He stepped around Angel, his hand lightly touching the small of his back, causing a rush of shivers to race down his spine and tingle his butt cheeks. Dane stepped up into the kitchen. “Do you want a drink?”
“Uh, no.” Angel swallowed through a tight throat. “Thanks.”
“I can turn down the thermostat,” he said and grabbed himself a bottle of beer from the refrigerator. “If it’s too warm. I usually turn it way down when I work out.”
A sudden vision of Dane pumping iron exploded through Angel’s head; body slick with sweat, muscles hard as steel, veins bulging, face pinched in determination, hot breath bursting from his lungs.
“You all right?” Dane chuckled, suddenly right beside him again. He sucked on the bottle then smiled. “You look a little flushed. Maybe I should turn down the heat.”
It won’t help, Angel whimpered silently. “No, it’s okay. I’m fine.”
“Okay then.” Dane walked towards the stereo. “We should get right to it. We have to get back to the club in less than two hours.”
“All right.” Angel breathed, his heart pounding.
“So what do you want?” Dane asked. “Something fast and upbeat?” He glanced at him and smiled, “Or slow and sensual?”
Oh please, slow and sensual. Angel pressed his lips tight and shrugged. “You’re the teacher. I guess you should choose.”
“Mm-hmm.” Dane nodded slowly and went through his digital collection. “Well, since Ricky taught you plenty of the upbeat stuff, perhaps…” He punched in a selection then walked back to Angel as an instrumental piece began to play with a soft beat that instantly grabbed the body and made it want to sway. “Perhaps we should go in the other direction. Diverse customers call for diverse dancers. Got to be prepared to give them what they want.” His lips twitched as he moved closer. “Are you prepared…to deliver up what’s desired of you?”
Angel’s breath rushed through his nostrils. “Yes.” He whispered.
Chuckling low, Dane murmured, “I do mean within reason, of course. Some of those men…they’ll want so much more than just the dance, and offer a pretty penny for it. The money can cause a boy to use bad judgment.”
“I’m not a whore.” Angel said quietly. “I’m a dancer.”
“There you go.” Dane smiled. “That’s the proper mind set.”
If only it were the truth, Angel thought sickly. What would Dane do if he knew the real reason Angel took a job at the club? Would he tell Max? Get him fired? It doesn’t matter, because you’re not going to tell him. And you’re not a whore–you’re doing what you have to, to get Maddy out of a bad situation. He knew it was true, but the thought of soliciting sex from the customers made him feel like the very thing Wade was forcing him to be.
Dane slipped off his shoes. “It’s easier to dance barefoot. At least that’s how I prefer it.”
Following his lead, Angel removed his shoes as well then smiled evasively at Dane. “Would probably hurt less if I step on your feet.”
“Aw, I don’t mind.” He m
urmured. “Step on my feet all you want.”
“I’ll try not to.” Angel laughed softly, then nearly choked on the laugh when Dane peeled off his tank top as well. Angel stared at him, quite certain his hunger shown through crystal clear.
When Angel started to remove his shirt as well, Dane shook his head. “No, leave it on. Undressing is part of the seduction.”
Angel nodded. “Okay.” He said quietly.
Taking hold of his hips, Dane began to sway slowly to the music, urging Angel to do the same. “Now a lot of this will be a replay of what we did in the booth.” He smiled. “Do you mind?”
His throat closing, Angel shook his head.
“We’ll just…refine it a bit. Since we’re not currently entertaining an actual customer.”
“Okay.”
“But turn around and pretend there is one in front of you.” Dane twisted Angel’s hips slowly and shifted him so his back was to the man. His hands remained on his hips, his body close, mouth near his ear. “Now take off the shirt, real slow…real sexy.” There was a slight unsteadiness to his breath as it puffed against Angel’s ear. “Remember, they come to the club to be teased and tantalized, seduced.”
Angel gripped the hem of his shirt and slowly worked it upward, his body moving with the music, slowly exposing his firm stomach, then his chest. Dane turned him back around. “Then you turn away when the shirt is about halfway off, teasing them, hiding what they’re longing to see. But continue removing it.”
The shirt slipped up over his head and Dane took it, tossing it sharply away. “Then you toss it in their face.” He smiled. “And face them again.” Once more, he shifted Angel’s body around away from him. “Caress your body slowly, tracing your fingertips through all your delicious grooves.” As if to clarify his meaning, Dane slipped his hands around him and began running his fingertips in and out of the crevices of Angel’s lean muscles, following the pattern of his abdomen then up between his pec muscles. His lips brushed his ear, breath hot, staggered. “Like that, understand?”