The Dark Angels: With Wings (7 page)

He blinked his eyes to try to fathom Angel's meaning. Darius had thought he was going to kiss him but that must have been only his imagination. His brain seemed to be working in slow motion and in the wrong direction. Angel was asking him if he minded him rubbing one off while they watched the action on the screen.

Darius shook his head and Angel unzipped, revealing his cock.

Staring at him like they were playing 'Truth or Dare', Angel watched him as he wrapped his hand around the base drawing it up to the tip bringing up a sticky tear. Angel moaned with such pleasure Darius thought he would come just from the sounds Angel was making.

He jumped up. "Okay, then. You go ahead and I'll get us something to eat." He didn't wait for a response. Dare needed space. He went through the swinging door to the perceived safety of the kitchen.

He stood at the far end of the little kitchen, his back to the door trying to get as far away as he possibly could. He realized a bit too late that he should have just gone downstairs to actually escape. By coming into the kitchen, he had trapped himself.

Angel was on the other side of the door, just a few feet away gasping rather loudly as he pleasured himself. That knowledge was doing funny things to him. Darius needed to get a grip on his body that hadn't even acted this crazy during puberty. But there was no escaping the sounds his lead singer was making in the other room. His dick throbbed in the now restrictive pants. He tried to catch his breath but another of Angel's throaty moans sailed into the kitchen and took away all hope of restraining himself.

Not being able to stand it anymore, he ripped down his pants and briefs. Pushing them to his knees, he grabbed his cock almost angrily. He was pissed that he was so fucking turned on that he needed to resort to jacking off in a kitchen.
In a fucking kitchen!
He was out of control. He was insane with lust. Pumping himself without mercy, he hoped to bring this episode to a hasty conclusion.

He heard Angel's orgasm as he groaned with relief, giving him visuals he probably shouldn't have or want. He was almost there. So close now. He didn't care that in his head he was replaying the look on Angel's face when he came yesterday. Or how connected he felt to him. Or how beautiful he looked stroking his cock off. He didn't even care that he was softly moaning Angel's name. His body seemed poised on the edge but he was unable to reach heaven. He needed something more.

He was so involved with pleasuring his prick, he didn't hear the door swing open. Didn't hear Angel walk up behind him, but then he felt him.

Angel was right behind him. His large hand cupped his ass and he squeezed. His lips brushed a soft kiss on his shoulder. In a hot sexy voice, Angel whispered, "Come, baby. Come nice and hard. Orgasm for me."

And Darius did. He couldn't help himself. His balls tightened and he shot white hot ribbons of heat all over the cabinets in front of him. He heard Angel's sweet voice murmur in his ear, and he exhaled deeply in satisfaction when he was finally done. Angel's arms wrapped around his chest to draw Darius back against his naked body for a hug. He relaxed into the taller man's body, closing his eyes to savor the moment.

They stood there. Together. Angel held him and he didn't want to leave the warm embrace. Until reality crashed in that
straight
men don't let beautiful naked men hold them while they spank the monkey. He stepped away from Angel and those strong arms dropped away granting him the freedom he didn't really want. He braced his hands on the granite kitchen counter, still facing the other way. He could not even bare to look at Angel.

Angel didn't say anything for a long minute. Without a word, the man behind him pulled up his briefs and gave him a friendly pat on the ass. He stepped out of his pants on his own.
WTF?
His head fell forward as he held onto the countertop as if it would save him from drowning in the ocean of his emotions. Darius was truly mortified. Angel walked in on him jacking off while moaning his name.
Did he hear me? What must he think?

Angel cleared his throat quietly. "Hey, it was a freaking long day.

Let's get some sleep and meet for breakfast at nine o'clock." Angel picked up Dare's pants and handed them to him. "We can eat and work on the daybed upstairs. That way we'll be outside but not get burned."

He couldn't say anything. He couldn't look at him. How was he going to face him?

Angel gave him a friendly hug. "Hey, no BFD. Okay? Seriously?"

Angel being so nice about it somehow made it worse. He felt tears spring to his eyes. "I am sorry. Really?"

"About what? Jesus! You jerked off. So did I." Angel laughed as if what happened really was no big deal. He obviously wanted to help him play it as a one off. "Look, nothing happened. So don't freak out."

Maybe he didn't hear Dare moan his name. "Yeah?" He found some bravery and looked up at Angel.

Angel cupped his face in his large hands to smile at him with his sad brown eyes. "Yeah. We rubbed one out now it is time for bed, yes?" Angel smiled at him warmly. "Unless you are looking for more educational television."

"No!" Dare almost shouted, making both of them laugh. Tension was broken and all was right with the world.

"So, bed." Angel sent him on his way with a playful slap on the ass.

Mmmmmm!
He didn't moan out loud but his cock decided it wanted more. Darius didn't turn around or rub his ass, both of which he wanted to do.

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Darius rolled out of bed around eight thirty feeling like he had not even laid down. His mind had been racing with thoughts all night long. He hated to admit it, but they were mostly centered on the band's lead singer. It didn't make sense. His usual way of dealing with it or not dealing with it, just wasn't working when he was alone with Angel. There were no other distractions. No other justifications. No plausible excuses.

Was he bisexual? After twenty-eight years of liking with women, had
Angel flipped some magical switch? Or had his preference always been men
and only now triggered? But he didn't find men attractive...not really...just
Angel

He went outside for a swim, hoping to revive himself. Angel was already in the pool doing laps. When he noticed Darius, he stopped. "Good morning." He was always cheerful in the morning, hell he was usually in a good mood all the time. Angel paused as Darius jumped in.

Immediately, he realized maintenance must have fixed the pool because instead of freezing his balls off, it was almost like bath water. Since Angel was still staring at him, he replied, "Morning," sounding more than a little grumpy. Angel went back to swimming laps across the pool.

He watched him. He wasn't up for that much physical activity so instead of swimming he just hung onto the edge of the pool and kicked his legs a bit. His head rested back on the cement. Sunglasses hid his eyes as they followed Angel's exercise back and forth across the pool.

He worked on keeping his mind blank otherwise he would think about last night. Then he noticed a wad of black material next to the ladder. When he looked more closely...
Shit! Angel wasn't wearing a bathing suit
. He lowered his sunglasses as he went by and sure enough he saw a flash of that perfect ass as the singer cut through the water.

Hell! He was in hell. Seriously, he must have done some fucked up shit in his last life to get this kind of karma biting him in the ass. Gliding just under the water's surface, Angel's pert ass swam by mocking him in its perfection.

He shouldn't be looking at his friend's ass. Granted, Angel is an
attractive individual. I am secure enough to admit that.
Okay, so 'attractive'

is an understatement. The guy looked like he had been sculpted by an Italian artist. Everything about Angel was beautiful.
I need to stop drooling and get
a freaking grip!

"Hey," Angel was in front of Dare waving a hand in front of his face.

"Earth to Dare? Earth to Darius?"

He jumped back when he finally realized Angel was standing right in front of him. "Sorry, what?" Darius muttered.

He refused to think about the fact that Angel was naked. And standing way too close to him. Or about how if he just looked down he would be able to see all of him in glorious 3-D again. Darius decided he would ponder the trees across the ravine. They were very green.

Gently pulling Dare's Ray-Bans off, Angel examined the guitar player's eyes. He touched his cheek softly to move his head so he would look at him. "You okay? How did you sleep?" Angel sounded worried. He had a bit of a mother hen in him when it came to his friends.

He took his glasses back and pushed the shades back onto his face.

"Fine."

Angel rolled his beautiful eyes at him causing Darius's cock to enlarge further. Apparently, now he found eye rolling arousing.
WTF?

"Don't lie to me, Darius." Angel tolerated many things but lying wasn't one of them. Even when it was done out of politeness, he rejected bullshit answers. When he asked how you were, he expected a real answer.

He shrugged, frowning a bit. "Not well. I'm jet lagged as hell." That was his go to excuse because it was ever present and it could be true.

Angel stared at him trying to ascertain the truthfulness of that answer.

He nodded but didn't quite accept it. "Okay. I am going to give you some Vitamin C and some B12 at breakfast." Before Darius even started to whine and protest, Angel's index finger was up and in his front face. "You will take it. I don't want you to get sick. We've got work to do."

Before he had a chance to respond, Angel was climbing out of the pool. He couldn't help but sneak a peek. Each step up the ladder he took brought his ass closer to the water's surface. His butt seemed to sway invitingly with his steps up out of the pool. He decided Angel was just a sensational creature and when he moved you couldn't help but think of sex.

Dare's peek turned into a full-blown stare as Angel reached down for a towel on the lounge chair. His creamy fair skin was flawless; the water traced down his body and glistened in the sunlight. He had heard from Dusty that at one point Angel was a little plump. Not a single trace of plumpness remained. Angel was covered in lean muscles. His ass was better than any he had ever seen on a woman. His rounded globes looked like they would fit nicely in the palm of a hand. He tried to pull his eyes away from Angel because he realized he was far too interested in seeing his toweling off method.

Angel wrapped the towel around his waist and looked back into the pool at him with an odd expression. "You getting out?"

He quickly turned towards the ravine in an attempt to hide the fact that he had been ogling Angel like he was a piece of meat. He had developed a major problem that needed to 'go down' before he could get out of the safety of the water. "Nah, I just want to swim a bit more."

Angel's lovely face told him he didn't buy it but Angel didn't challenge him on it. "Okay, I'll meet you upstairs. Breakfast will be here soon. I ordered your usual for nine thirty."

He turned in time to see him tie the towel firmly around his waist as he walked into the French doors leading into his bedroom.

Dare decided fixing the temperature of the pool was probably a mistake, at least for him.

The remains of their breakfast back on the cart, Darius was watching Angel pace in front of him. Angel moved around a lot as they worked. It was like he couldn't sit still. Dare, on the other hand, stayed locked with his guitar on his lap and his keyboard next to him.

He played the melody one more time but the words remained just out of reach. They had made good progress this morning setting music and words down, but he knew Angel was frustrated with himself.

"Hey, we really did accomplish a lot today."

Angel looked over at him and tried to smile. He shuffled over to the day bed and tried to shake off the pout he was having. With a sigh of resignation, Angel climbed up onto the cushioned surface and threw himself onto the pillows face first.

Trying to reassure him, Dare sang while his fingers played back all they had done with the song in such a small space of time. Even before he finished, Angel's pout vanished and he turned over on his elbows to smile at him.

Angel's big brown eyes held his. Angel's grin was making Dare's heart do back flips. "You really do have a nice voice, Darius Stone. We have to get you to sing more during the show."

Dare blushed at the compliment. He also couldn't deny the small thrill he got when Angel used his full name, but he found Angel's praise hard to accept. He tried to change the subject. "This song is almost finished. Let's take a break."

"Okay. We'll take a break, and you can expect to be doing more singing." Angel wasn't one to give up. He pursed his lips daring Darius to challenge him.

Shrugging, he gave in. "Yeah. Whatever." He knew whatever Angel wanted he would get, so at times he didn't even try to fight it. Probably a dangerous practice, but this was only about singing, right?

Angel grinned in victory but refrained from gloating. "Come on.

You're right. We need a break. I have some TV shows we can watch." He headed down the stairs.

Darius opened his mouth, not wanting to share another porn. He didn't think his brain could handle it.

Without even looking at him, Angel seemed to know he was flipping out. His musical laughter rang up and kissed his ears with the sound. "My non-sex DVDs are downstairs." Angel turned to grin at him as if he were pure as newly fallen snow.