The Dark Angels: With Wings (11 page)

Apart from his crazy unexplained need, worry crept in. Angel was no longer ill. He was surely going to realize that Dare went hard while he was holding Angel in his arms.
It was hell.
He didn't want to let him out of his arms because he didn't know if he would ever have Angel there again. But if he didn't move Angel was going to know something was up.

Angel moved his head, which dragged those lush lips over his throat again. It felt like he kissed him and that made Dare's belly twist down low.

He wanted so badly...

"Thank you, Dare." Angel tucked back a chunk of blond hair that kept falling into his face, behind his ear. Angel's lips pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. "I am sorry you had to help me like that. I know you didn't sign up to be a nurse." Angel sat up and looked down at him.

Darius moved around, struggling to hide his lust from Angel's perceptive view. Angel hadn't bothered to cover his nakedness from him nor did he seem the least bit concerned that he was semi-hard. Angel explained, "I haven't gotten one that bad in a long time."

"Dusty said you used to get those a lot?"

Angel smiled warmly making Darius' stomach do another little back flip. Angel touched his knee and squeezed before answering the question with a sigh, "Yeah, at times. Don't worry, it's not a brain tumor or anything.

Apparently, my body doesn't like stress, changes in climate, or drops in barometric pressure. So I get those." He frowned at a stray thought. "I know I should shoot the Imitrex before it gets bad but I always think it will go away. And they do mostly."

"Is your reaction to Imitrex always so..." He could not pick the right word to describe what he witnessed.

"Sucky?"

"I was going to say intense but yeah, sucky works."

Angel smiled as he answered, "Yup. Pretty much. Problem is when it gets so bad that even though I know I need it, I can't function to get it."

"I should call Dust." He checked the clock and tried to do the time difference calculation.

Angel stood up. "I got it. He's going to want to chew my ass out anyway. Best I do it now while he's sleeping or should be sleeping." Angel chuckled as he picked up the phone. He was pretty sure Dusty would be up waiting to hear how Angel was doing.

Angel still had not dressed so Darius just sat there frozen watching him parade back and forth right in front of him. He was right, Dusty bitched at him for a half an hour. He just sat there unable to leave the display Angel made by pacing back and forth. Darius knew he should probably not be taking this much pleasure in watching him but he did. And what surprised him even more was he decided he didn't really care.

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The next day Angel apparently noticed Darius's shitty mood and tried to compensate with his good-natured cheerfulness. Angel tried to jolly him out of his mood but he stayed pensive. Dare knew he was being annoyingly irritating but couldn't seem to pull it together.

They had just spent the morning working on the day bed and that certainly hadn't improved his mood. The breeze of the fan did nothing to cool the heat he felt sitting so close to his lead singer. He tried to focus on the words, on the music, on anything other than how fucking good Angel smelled. He was so close he couldn't stop from smelling him. It was just like at the night of the Temple dance. The fan just stirred the air, insuring he caught the heady scent of Angel. It was a mix of sandalwood, a hint of vanilla and something Darius couldn't place. Saying Angel smelled good to him was an understatement of gigantic proportions. He felt like he was going to lose his freaking mind.

Eventually, he lost the battle of trying not to breathe Angel in. He was starting to feel like a cat with catnip trying to inhale more and more. He just wanted to roll all over the taller man so his scent would mark him. Darius wanted to rub his face across Angel's body as he inhaled in his delicious scent. If he were able to bottle the scent, he would make more off of the cologne then their record sales.

He felt like he was at his wits end. Angel seemed calm, peaceful even.

He had to ask him, "Aren't you frustrated?" Cause he was ready to jump out of his skin.

Angel looked up from the lyrics they were working on. His pencil was in his mouth again. Angel was sucking on the eraser end. Hell, he had been moving it in and out of his mouth like he was blowing it, providing Darius with way too many mental images he should not be having. He had never been envious of a number two before, but what he wouldn't give to be in Angel's mouth just like that!
Dragged in and out...His sweet sucking mouth
caressing his cock while it went in and out...STOP!
Fuck, what was wrong with him?

"I think the songs are coming along well." Angel watched him with his beautiful brown eyes, before he gave him a sexy smile as he took the pencil out of his mouth. "Oh." The light bulb went on indicating that he realized Darius wasn't talking about the music. "Ohh. You mean
sexually
frustrated?" The word
sexually
came out so freaking hot he wanted to check to see what caught on fire.

Darius ran a hand through his blond hair to push it back from his face.

"Yeah, I mean you have way more sex than me but you seem just fine."

Fuck! He sounded like he was whining.

Angel chuckled low and deep and it did things to his insides. The singer was hands down the most beautiful and sexy thing Dare had laid eyes on.
Wow! Where did that come from

Shrugging, Angel leaned towards him as if to tell a secret. "I have toys."

Darius blinked not sure he understood Angel. "Toys?"

Laughing even more, Angel confirmed, "Of course, I always travel with them. Dildos and a flesh light."

"What the hell is a
flesh light
?"

"Are you serious?" Angel asked clearly shocked.

Darius knew he might be blushing but nodded his head.

"What is wrong with you,
straight
boys? Sex toys are not only for girls!" Angel teased him with a pursed lip smirk. Angel jumped off the day bed, jogged inside and he heard him running down the steps. Within a minute, he was back upstairs holding something that looked a flashlight or a big gulp cup. Angel tossed it to him with a big grin.

He examined it with curiosity. It was basically a flashlight-shaped object. One end had a fleshy colored opening shaped into a, dear lord, into a small bottom. A fleshy colored little butt capped off the end of the flashlight-shaped object.

Smiling, Darius put one of his fingers inside the tight hole so he could feel the little bumps and waves. Moving his finger in and out of the toy, he closed his eyes for a second to imagine it on his now very aroused cock. He looked up at Angel, who was looking at him with a great deal of interest and quite a bit of amusement. Biting his lower lip, he tried not to feel embarrassed as he handed it back to him.

"So that is why you aren't jumping out of your skin?" Even to Dare's own ears, he sounded like he was pouting. As if they should both be suffering.

Angel arched his eyebrow to stare at him openly. His smile was that of a predator lying in wait for a juicy bite to eat. "Who says I am not jumping out of my skin, Dare?"

"Well, I mean..."
What the fuck can I say? Complain that he hasn't
tried to seduce me for the last week? Whine that he hasn't laid a hand on me
until he put my fingers into this contraption of corruption?

Angel shrugged, "Not many options." He looked Darius up and down as if summing up his worth. "Muslim country. I am not up for a Western tourist and the drama that would entail." He grinned at him. "And I am sharing a villa with a man who has told me repeatedly he is
very
straight."

He threw up his hands as if none of it mattered. "So I have our music." His grin was pure sin, as he purred, "And my toys."

"It's none of my business but..." He felt his face burn up. "Never mind."

"What?" Angel got right in his face. He put his hand on Darius's shoulder not allowing him to turn away. Very quietly, Angel asked again, "What? You can ask me anything, you know that."

He groaned before saying, "Seriously, I don't even know what possessed me to think about asking you. It is so not my business."

Angel looked at him and smiled with patience and understanding.

"You want to know if I am a top or bottom." Angel was mind reading or knew him way too well.

With a frown, he shook his head
yes
.

"Both. I'm versatile," Angel said was a smile.

His eyes opened in surprise. More stupidity spilled out of his mouth before he could call it back. "I thought you had to pick."

Angel's deep laugh rang out musically. "Why would you think that?"

Angel touched his face lightly before sitting down on the daybed.

Darius had no answer so he just shrugged.
Cause
I am a freaking
dope?

"Many people do. But I have always thought picking one would be very...limiting. Though I guess it depends on the situation. Although currently I only top."

Trying to find the right wording, he asked honestly curiously, "But you do like
catching
too?"

He laughed at Darius's terminology. "Yeah, I am sure
catching
can be very nice." He did air quotes around
catching
to tease Dare.

"What do you mean? Haven't you ever..." Dare let the question hang between them.

"Yes and no."

"Huh? That isn't a multiple choice question. It is pretty much a clear 'yes had a dick up my ass or no my ass is virgin.'" Darius danced around with light teasing words because he felt like he was treading on dangerous territory. Emotional mines seemed to be scattered all around this topic and for some reasons the answers seemed to matter to him very much.

After a moment of thought, Angel continued, "I attach too much emotion with that,
catching
. So I have never taken someone inside of me.

How do you just let them walk out of your life afterwards?" Looking at Dare, Angel added quickly, "Though most guys aren't like that. They don't think it's a big deal. Dust thinks I am simply a drama queen in this regard.

Like the monk of the band should be an expert on sex and emotion."

They shared the chuckle. Dare was happy for a moment on safe ground.

"Anyway, I haven't come up with a way to separate that act from love.

There is just something erotically romantic and very emotional about giving yourself to the other person in that way. Loving someone so much that you are being open to them a hundred percent. Having someone fill you up literally and figuratively." Angel looked down and sighed. "To be so in love and to want someone as close as they could possibly get...to want them inside..."

The longing in his voice, made Darius's heart ache. It was hard to imagine but totally believable that Angel hadn't been with anyone in that way before.
Sad but kinda hot. Not that Angel would ever give me the
chance...What is wrong with me? Now I want Angel's virgin ass

Angel inhaled loudly, drawing him out of his swirling mess in his head. Darius watched him shrug it off like it didn't matter to him but he could see it did.

"But no, my ass isn't technically cherry. That's why I have this!" Out of his pocket, he pulled out about six inches of purple plastic. "That's how I know I will enjoy
catching
." Angel seemed to be taking too much fun in using Darius vocabulary word. He added jokingly, "With a dildo no love is required." Angel was trying to lighten the mood back to playful. "Just a little bit of lube and things are ready to go."

He chuckled. "How does it work?" Darius knew he was probably asking way too many questions but he couldn't seem to put a zipper on his lip.

"First you lube it up." Angel chuckled as Dare playfully smacked his arm impatiently.

"You know what I mean!" Somehow Dare was over the fact that they were having this conversation and he just wanted details.

Angel smiled. "All sorts of ways. It depends on the person."

"How do you...?"
Why am I asking how he masturbates with his toys?

Is this any of my business?

Angel tilted his head and gave him a demonic grin. "What? You want to watch?" It sounded very much like a challenge.

"A...a..." He must have looked like a fish out of water. He felt his mouth opening and closely in rapid succession as if he were looking for air.

"If that's not a 'no' I would be happy to demonstrate and further your education in Gay Studies." Angel tossed his head to the side so his hair could flip out of his eyes. He batted his big brown eyes at him.

Dare's brain was scrambling to try to put his thoughts back in their proper boxes and reattach the 'I am straight' label or maybe it should be labeled 'Only for Angel' but the organizational skills as well as the words escaped him. "A...a...um..."

Angel laughed with amusement as he took his hand and guided him downstairs into his bedroom. "Sit down." Angel pushed him down on his bed and he fell back with a thump. Angel walked into the bathroom and he heard the water running in the sink. When Angel came out, he was naked.

His long hard cock pointed the way. "I washed things and I heated the flesh light. The hot water warms it so it feels more realistic." Angel slowly reclined back on the bed. "Could you get me the lube in the top drawer?"