Guardian Angel 2: Flight

By Sean Michael

Rafe Gialto was pretty fucking tired of driving.

Texas was damned huge for all it was only one state and thenColorado 'd been nothing but hills and
mountains. Still, they'd just crossed into Wyoming and based on the directions he'd gotten from Daniel
before the man had drifted back off to sleep, it wouldn't be far now.

The driving would probably have been easier if he hadn't been worried about someone realizing who

Daniel was and calling the news media or something. The crazy-assed militia group was still looking for
Daniel, and he'd bet now it was personal. He’d bet they were less concerned with getting Daniel alive
and a part of their cause and more wanting revenge. A car was a piss-poor place to defend from.

He glanced at the man sleeping next to him, admiring the blond hair curling down the man's neck, the
lean body. He winced at the way Daniel was cradling his casted hand. Country music star Dusty Young
was not going to be able to play the guitar until that was healed, and it was Rafe's fault that it was broken
in the first place. He'd been assigned to keep Daniel safe, and when the militia had broken into the safe
house he was keeping Daniel at, it had been Daniel himself who'd taken the lead and decked the guy
guarding their only means of transportation out of there. Man, he’d felt like an idiot for that one – he was
supposed to be the big bad federal agent protector.

Not that it was entirely his fault; there was a leak in Rafe's office. Which was why he and Daniel were on
their own, headed to Daniel's cabin in the mountains outside ofCheyenne . No one knew about the place,
and they'd be able to see anyone coming.

He popped a new CD into the player -- they'd given up on the radio inColorado -- and started tapping
his fingers against the steering wheel as Tim McGraw poured through the speakers. He was growing a
whole new appreciation for country music. Not that the man with the sexy as hell body sleeping next to
him had anything to do with that...

Man, there was another thing in the long list of things he was doing to screw up this particular case --
getting involved with the primary.

Way involved.

You knew you were in trouble when a list of supplies for survival in a remote cabin was a buttload of
condoms and even more lube.

He turned onto a road that started winding through the mountains and called out Daniel's name -- he
wasn't a hundred percent sure he'd made the right turn off and it was almost twilight -- he needed
Daniel's eyes.

"Time to wake up, man."

"Mmm? Where are we, Angel? You know?" Daniel blinked awake, stretched and then started cussing
as his casted hand banged against the window for the hundredth time.

Rafe winced and didn't even bitch about the nickname. He was getting used to it anyway, maybe even
liked it quite a bit.

"We just made the turn-off onto Hunter's Road. I wanted to make sure this was right before we got too
far up and it got too dark to make stuff out. Did I take the right road?"

"Yeah. Yeah. There's a little dirt road just up ahead. Slow way down or we'll miss it."

He did as he was told, suddenly feeling a little giddy. "You mean we're almost there?"

They'd stopped at a couple of places for a few hours sleep, but mostly they'd just pressed on and on
and he couldn't wait to be out of the car for more than a couple of hours at a time.

"Yeah. Yeah, there'll be the road and we'll drive a mile and a half, then there's a gate." Daniel frowned,
staring. "Slow down, it's right there."

He slowed almost to a stop, squinting hard to see the turn off. "Is that it by the big aspen?" If you didn't
know it was there, you wouldn't even see it. He approved.

"Yeah. Take it easy, easy. It's an old road." Fuck, it was beautiful out here. Private. Green.

He took the turn and kept them at about ten miles an hour, slowing even more as they hit one hole in the
dirt road after another. The place seemed absolutely deserted. Again, he approved. "This is awesome,
Daniel. Doesn't look like you get to take advantage of it often, though."

"No. I work the road hard. The gate's up here on the left. Just let me hop out and open it."

There was a well-made fence, a solid gate and Daniel tapped out a code on a lock box to get the key
and swing it open.

This was getting better and better. When he'd heard of the cabin, Rafe'd known it would be isolated, but
he hadn't imagined just how ideal the obviously unused road would be, how much security Daniel would
have in place. He'd imagined a place just sort of plonked in the middle of nowhere, which this was, but
with those bonuses.

Daniel'd have made a good agent.

He inched the car forward through the gate and then waited for Daniel to lock back up and rejoin him.

"Man, I hope you like living rough. There's propane and water, but the electricity can be really wonky."

"I can think of lots of stuff to do in the dark," he said, blushing a little as he followed the lane.

"Mmmhmm. There's a sweet, big bed, you know? And a big tub. And a sweet fucking deck."

He wriggled a little and nearly lost the muffler on a huge hole, which made him frown and concentrate
harder -- it was getting dark and he had a feeling the road would be impossible once the light
disappeared entirely. "You been thinking about those a lot?"

"Those what?" Daniel smiled over at him, blue eyes twinkling as he stretched out a little.

"The bed, the tub, the deck. The stuff we can do in them." He was trying not to look because every time
his eyes left the road -- grass really, it was hardly even a path -- he hit another bump or hole.

"I'm ready, man. I need a break." Daniel sounded exhausted, but eager at the same time.

"I picked up some chicken at the last gas stop -- they had a tiny diner next to them. I bet it's still sort of
warm. Got biscuits and gravy, too." And pie, but he was saving that as a surprise. He'd bought the whole
pie, too, so they'd have something yummy for a few days without having to make it themselves. He sure
hoped Daniel did okay in the kitchen, because there were only so many dishes he knew and they'd get
really tired of them quickly. "I was thinking food, shower and bed. Oh, there it is!" He crowed happily as
the building came into sight.

"Fucking A."

The cabin was rustic, but it looked solid, looked like it had been aired out and used. He could see white
curtains in the little windows. The deck had to be out back because there was just a small porch up front,
it didn’t even have railings.

"We can probably leave everything but the food and a change of clothes in the car, yeah?" He dropped
it into idle and looked around. "Is there a shed or something for the car? If not we should cover it with a
tarp or something. Hell, branches'll do." Something to keep the place looking deserted if seen from the
air.

"There's a carport around the back - there's an old truck and a boat in it, but you should be able to
sneak it in."

"There somewhere to go fishing around here?" They bounced their way around the back and Daniel was

right, he could squeeze the car in. Just. In fact he wasn’t sure if the ass end of the car was hidden; they’d
need to throw something over it.

"You know it. There's trout at Whimsy. It's a little lake down the road." Daniel stepped out, grabbed
some bags one-handed. "Man, it's chilly this high up."

"You got lots of blankets in there?" he asked, nodding toward the cabin as he found a ground sheet and
tossed it over the trunk before gathering up most of the rest of what they had, his arms just full.

"Yeah. It's all stocked. Remember, I was planning to come up here before."

"Yeah. Lucky for us." It was ideal, really. Well as ideal as hiding out from bad guys with guns could be.

He followed Daniel up the stairs to the porch, checking the place out, looking for the trees with the best
vantage points, the best hiding places. He'd have to go exploring in the morning, map out a few escape
routes.

Daniel unlocked the door, led him in. "There are propane lamps, so we won't be in the dark if the
electric’s not working, and a stash of batteries for the radio."

The place was simple - a couch, two recliners, bookshelves stacked with books and board games.
There were quilts draped over everything, paintings of the mountains on the walls. Simple, but cheery, a
place you could stay for awhile and not feel like you were being trapped.

Rafe dumped the bags he was carrying by the door, keeping hold of the food, which he set on the little
coffee table. God, it felt good to be out of the car. "This isn't bad at all. Peaceful. You hungry?"

"Sure." Daniel headed for the couch, plopping right down. "You?" Someone sounded exhausted.

He sat next to where Daniel lay sprawled, the couch pretty big and comfy, too, and opened the bags of
food, passing over a biscuit and a piece of chicken along with a couple of napkins. "Yeah, I'm starving."
He nudged Daniel with his elbow. "And not just for food."

"Horndog." Daniel moaned, sitting up and taking the food. "Damn, I'm tired. I bet you're wore through."

"I am. And I gotta admit I'm looking forward to lying next to you on a bed, sleeping as late as we want,
doing... whatever." He broke off a piece of biscuit and fed it to Daniel, touching the man’s lips.

"Mmm. I'm all about the whatever." Daniel snapped up the bite, licked his fingers clean. He'd never met
anyone so easy in his skin, someone who could make everything so sexy. He tore off a piece of chicken
and offered it over next. "Is it good?" Daniel's legs spread as the bit was devoured, his fingers given the
same treatment.

His eyes were glued to where Daniel's tongue was working magic on his fingers. "Uh-huh."

"Good." Daniel hummed, started sucking, one finger after another, tongue flicking and sliding on his skin.

"Oh, shit." He swallowed, his cock going hard as nails.

He pushed the food back onto the table, Daniel’s too, and slid his free hand along Daniel's thigh. Daniel
hummed, lips wrapped around his thumb, the suction fucking unbearable.

"You... I..." He swallowed again, his breath huffing from him. So sexy. So hot. And all the man was
doing was sucking his fingers... thumb... whatever.

Teeth scraped along the pad of his thumb, making him gasp. "Mmmhmm."

His hips jerked and his free hand found the bulge in Daniel's jeans and cupped it -- he wasn't the only
one hard as nails. "Bed," he murmured. He'd meant to say something witty about Daniel having
mentioned a bed, he’d meant to be witty or at least not caveman-like, but just the one word came out.

"Uh-huh." Daniel nodded, reached for him.

He stood and brought Daniel up with him, pressing close for just a second before tearing himself away.
If he started kissing and rubbing now, they wouldn't make that bed.

"Let's get naked, Angel. Fucking and napping, then a snack."

"I do like the way you think." Smiling, he took Daniel’s good hand and led him down the short hall.

It wasn't a large cabin and it didn't take long at all to find the bedroom, the bed itself taking up most of
the room. There were more quilts on it, bright and colorful. There was a little bedside table with a
hurricane lamp, which they lit. It made the room cozy, private.

"It's nice," he murmured, fingers moving to work on the buttons of Daniel's shirt. As if he really cared
what the bed looked like instead of the fact that it was there and they could use it. He slipped the shirt off

Daniel’s shoulders, watching it hit the floor in a rush of cloth.

"Mmmhmm. It's comfortable." Daniel toed off his boots and socks, leaving just those tight jeans and the
belt.

Rafe dropped to his knees, looking up at Daniel, the long, lean belly, the pretty little nipples and those
eyes, staring down at him. Smiling, he tugged open Daniel's belt, undid the tight little button at the top of
Daniel's jeans. He groaned as he fought the denim and metal.

"Damn, it's fine having a man that looks like you on his knees for me." Daniel's uncasted hand brushed
through his hair.

He nuzzled into the touch, Daniel's words warming him through, making him not give a shit if he could get
that button undone or not. Lips open, he pressed his mouth against the denim covered bulge, breathing
Daniel in, mouthing the hard flesh.

"Oh. Oh, fuck." Daniel arched, hips pushing against his lips.

He slid one hand around to hold Daniel's ass, encouraging those movements, while his fingers continued
to fight the button and his mouth rubbed and nibbled. The sounds that came out of Daniel’s mouth were
amazing, sliding down his back and settling right in his cock. No wonder the man was a star.

He finally got the button popped, and tugged the zipper down, groaning as Daniel's cock popped right
out, the man not wearing any underwear. The smell was sweet and male, intoxicating.

"Fuck, Angel, you want so goddamnpretty ." He got this smile that just... Fuck, he was deeply screwed.

He couldn't help but smile back, and his mouth opened, but nothing came out, his breath caught in the
heat and smell of Daniel's cock, in that smile. Moaning, he wrapped his lips around the head of Daniel's
cock. The flavor of pre-come exploded on his tongue, and he sucked harder, wanting more.

"Oh. Oh, fuck, Angel. Don't you stop that." The cast was scratchy on his shoulder, the tips of Daniel's
fingers scraping as the man tried to pull him closer.

Like he could stop. The taste was better than anything and the feeling of Daniel in his mouth... a man
could grow to need this feeling, need to have his lips split by the velvet heat of Daniel's prick. Groaning,
he took in more, knees inching forward as his hands grabbed hold of Daniel's ass and squeezed.

That got him a low moan, Daniel pushing in deep, then pulling back. "Sorry. Was caught up in it."

"'s okay," he muttered around Daniel's prick, the words coming out more as unintelligible mumbles than
words, but he didn't care, he didn't want to let go of the sweet heat between his lips.

He sucked harder, hands tugging, encouraging Daniel to move again, to take his mouth. He wanted to
make Daniel need more; he wanted to feel that need on his tongue, in his throat. It took a few pulls, but
then Daniel gave in, cock sliding in his lips, prick fucking his mouth. The dripping tip painted the inside of
his mouth with the taste of Daniel, the heat almost searing his lips. His eyes dropped closed as he moaned
around the hot flesh, his own cock jerking needily in his jeans.

"Yeah. Yeah, Angel. Just... Just like that, huh?" Daniel began to jerk, eyes rolling.

He nodded, sucking harder, hands encouraging Daniel's thrusts. He wanted to make it so good for
Daniel.

"Gonna. Gonna make me." Yeah. Yeah, he knew. Daniel's cock swelled on his tongue, jerking in his
lips.

He squeezed Daniel's ass, lips closed tight around hard flesh as he swallowed, anticipating the rush of
liquid. It splashed over his tongue, into his throat, salty and bitter and hot. Groaning, the taste making his
whole body tighten, his own need growing stronger, he swallowed again and again, not wanting to lose a
drop. Each new swallow had Daniel jerking, and once he'd swallowed it all Rafe slowly let Daniel's cock
go, tongue playing with the slit as it slid from his mouth.

Daniel swayed, then plopped on the bed, flushed and panting, the smile on the lean face making Rafe
feel like a fucking god.

He'd done that.

Grinning like a loon, he leaned forward and tugged off Daniel's jeans, pulling them down the rest of the
way, and off. Then he stood and started stripping, feeling a bit silly, like he was putting on a show, but
wanting to be naked with Daniel so bad that he didn't really care.

"That's a good look on you," he whispered.

"Yeah? Baby, I'm beginning to think anything's a good look on you. You're the finest son of a bitch I've
ever seen."

"Me? You're the hot super star. I'm just Mrs. Gialto's middle son." He liked what Daniel said though,

liked the way Daniel made him feel with eyes and words. Even if it did have his cheeks heating, it wasn’t
making his cock go down any.

He advanced on Daniel, hoping he didn't look too much like he was going to attack the man where he
lay sprawled, though he supposed he sort of was. It was a friendly attack, though. The best kind.

"Uh-huh. I could eat you up." Daniel reached up for him with one hand, the cast still lying heavy on the
mattress.

He stood against the edge of the bed, leaning over Daniel. His prick was hard, his muscles tight. A low
moan left him as Daniel's fingers slid over his thigh.

"Mmm. What do you want, Angel? My hand? My ass? My mouth?"

"Oh. Oh, your ass." They hadn't done that. Their stops had been quick and for sleeping only, quick hand
jobs. They had the time now. And supplies. "I've never... we have lots of stuff." Lots and lots of stuff.

"We have lots of time." Daniel spread wide, one knee lifting up, exposing that little hole.

"Uh-huh." The sound hitched in his throat just a little and he licked his lips. Kneeling on the bed, he
reached, his fingers sliding over the wrinkled flesh. It was hotter than he'd expected, and softer.

Daniel relaxed back, humming softly, just letting him explore.

He kissed Daniel's inner thigh, fingers sliding on that skin, on the skin between it and Daniel’s balls. "I
have to get the stuff." Because right now he could remember it, but he had a feeling it wasn't going to be
very long at all before he didn't remember a thing.

"Uh-huh. Come on, honey. Get the slick."

He nodded and managed to tear himself away from all the naked and exposed-just-for-him on the bed.
It wasn't like the cabin was huge, and he knew where the supplies were. In the little plastic bag from the
store by the gas station, God, he’d been red-faced when he’d bought it all, but he was glad they had it
now. He grabbed a box of condoms and a tube of lube, and made his way back to the bedroom.

He stopped short in the doorway, eyes drawn to the bed. Daniel was spread out, hand rolling and
rubbing those heavy balls, eyes closed and lips parted. It was better than any wet dream he’d ever had.

"Daniel... wow. You're... wow." He closed his mouth before he could say anything else stupid and just
went over to the bed, reaching for Daniel.

"Mmm. I'm all about wanting. Come touch me."

"I can do that." He could so do that.

He slid his hands over skin, the hairs on Daniel's legs tickling his palms. Daniel hummed for him, singing a
soft tune that sounded like pure pleasure. He explored slowly, taking his time, learning the lean body.

It was hard to remember they were in danger and he was supposed to be protecting Daniel when the
man's skin was warm and alive beneath his fingertips. Of course, it was easy to just feel, to let the urge to
protect turn into the urge to touch. He touched Daniel's nipples, brought his mouth to one and flicked his
tongue across it as their legs tangled together.

It felt so good, just going slow, exploring.

"Shit, you make me feel like... I don't know. I ain't got words."

"As long as it's good." He could see that it was, though. Daniel's nipples hard, reaching up for his touch,
his tongue.

"Uh-huh. Better than. Fuck."

"Good. Good." He was babbling nonsense, his fingers sliding over Daniel's belly, over the curls that
surrounded Daniel's cock. He cupped Daniel's sacs, fingers stroking behind them, the skin so warm.

Daniel spread even wider, hips sliding on the sheets, that hole right there, waiting for him. He slid his
fingers over the wrinkled skin again. So soft and warm; it shouldn't have felt so different than his own, but
it did somehow. The muscles tensed and twitched and he chuckled, tracing the hole again.

He moved his lips to Daniel's other nipple, lips tugging at it as he pressed against the hot little hole
making Daniel's abdomen ripple. He was doing that, he was making Daniel need.

He felt around for where he'd dropped the tube of slick. It was harder than he would have imagined, to
make his fingers work, to make himself focus. He finally had to stop and look at the tube when it just
wouldn't open and he laughed as he realized it was wrapped in plastic as it was brand new.

"I think I'm failing Romance 101," he noted as he tore the plastic off the tube.

"Honey, anytime there's happy laughter, that ain't wrong." Daniel got up on his elbows, grinning down at
him.

"Well thank God for that." Daniel's grin eased him, made the dork factor back off. He got the tube open
and squeezed, the slick stuff shooting out all over his fingers. He smiled up at Daniel. "Here we go."

"You know it. Slick me up, Angel. We'll ride."

His cock throbbed, and he nodded enthusiastically. Yeah. Yeah, they'd ride. "One finger at a time,
right?" He'd seen his share of porn.

"Don't over-think. Just feel, man."

"No thinking. I can probably do that." He was mostly there anyway, all the blood his brain needed gone
south until he could feel his heartbeat in his prick.

He pushed one of his lubed fingers against Daniel's hole, gasping as it pushed in. Oh yeah, his thinking
capabilities were going to disappear really quickly, he could tell. It was hot and tight and soft and amazing
inside Daniel.

"Oh. That's right, honey. Just so." Daniel started moving, rocking on his finger.

"Wow. Just... wow." He pushed a second finger in with the first, amazed how that tiny hole stretched for
him.

"Uh. Uh-huh. More."

He could do more. He pushed a third finger in, moving them in and out, stretching them apart. His prick
throbbed and he rubbed it against Daniel's thigh. He couldn't believe that tight hole was going to take him
in. But then he couldn’t believe he had three fingers in there already either.

"Full. So good, Angel. So fucking sweet." Daniel was into it, riding and shifting, almost bouncing on his
fingers.

"You look amazing." And Daniel felt even better around his fingers. Was going to feel even better than

that around his cock.

"Is that enough?" he asked when he didn't think he could wait another minute longer to glove up and
push in.

"Yeah. Come on. I can't get any readier."

Rafe laughed softly, part nerves, mostly pleasure and happiness.

He tore open the box of condoms and tore one off, passing it to Daniel. "I need that," he said, fingers still
pushing in and out of Daniel's ass.

"Man, you want my fingers to work? I only got the one good hand..." Daniel managed though, ripping
the package open with his teeth.

He knew Daniel only had the one hand, but he then so did he – he didn’t want to stop what he was
doing in Daniel’s ass any sooner than he had to. Besides, he'd had a hard enough time with the damned
lube. "Sorry, man. I just... I need too much." He rubbed his prick against Daniel's hip again, fingers going
deep.

"Then come on. Come in." Daniel arched, body flushing as his fingers slid over that flat little gland.

He arched himself when Daniel's hand smoothed the rubber over his cock. How come even that felt
better than anything he’d ever done before? "Oh, fuck. Now." He tugged his fingers out and settled
hurriedly between Daniel's legs, breathing quickly.

Daniel arched for him, easy in that tanned skin and wanting him. He pushed against Daniel's hole, the
man's skin so hot even with the condom, and for a moment he thought there was absolutely no way he
was going to go in. No way. And then Daniel breathed or something and suddenly he was past the tight
muscles, gasping as he sank in a few inches, almost jerking with it.

"Mmm... Yeah. Full. Goddamn." Daniel's belly went a sweet rosy pink, muscles clenching tight.

"Fuck. God. Daniel." He'd never felt anything so hot and so tight. He'd never been buried inside anyone
and this was just so good. He was going to come in a second if he moved and he closed his eyes, trying
to catch his breath.

Daniel's hand traced his cheek, his jaw, easing him a bit, settling him. "We're in no hurry, honey."

He nuzzled into the touch, turned his face and kissed Daniel's palm. "All... all the time in the world." He
nodded, and pushed the rest of the way in, groaning as he sank in balls deep.

"Yeah..." Daniel's body squeezed, gripping him tight.

He opened his eyes, looking down into blue, staring at Daniel. Oh, he was lost. "Can I move now?"

"If you don't, I'm going to beat you to fucking death."

He gave a gasping laugh, and then started to move, pulling most of the way out before pushing back in
again and oh fucking Christ, he'd never felt anything like it. "Daniel. Daniel." He repeated the name with
every thrust.

"Uh-huh." Daniel drew one leg back, hips rocking up, meeting him.

"It'sgood ." And it was.

He kept moving, lost in the way Daniel's ass squeezed him, in the way their bodies made a slapping
noise every time they came together.

"Mmm. Angel. That's it. That's it. Harder."

He thrust harder, feeling the way Daniel's body welcomed him, the way those silky walls seemed to
grasp at him as he pulled out. Daniel grabbed his shoulder, tugging him down into a kiss, tongue fucking
his lips. The kiss sparked behind his eyes and in his belly, a fire rushing between the places he and Daniel
were joined.

They lost their rhythm, both of them struggling toward the finish line. He managed to get a hand between
them, and wrapped it around the long, hard prick.

"Not long," he warned, wanting to make sure Daniel came, too.

"Uh-huh" Daniel bucked, eyes rolling back in his head as heat sprayed over Rafe’s fingers.

The hot, silky flesh tightened impossibly around his cock and he cried out, hips jerking as he filled the
condom.

"Oh. Oh, man. That's it." Daniel slumped back, throat working.

He collapsed down, still buried deep, face buried in Daniel's neck. That was... wow." Maybe it was
lame, but he really didn't have other words for it.

"Uh-huh." Daniel nodded, moaned softly.

"Mmm." God, he felt good, lazy and melted.

Sliding out of Daniel, he fumbled with the condom, got it tied off and tossed it. Then he settled next to
the sexiest man he'd ever met. He tugged Daniel into his arms.

"Mmm. Hey." Daniel shifted, found a place to prop the casted hand.

"Hey." He smiled into Daniel's eyes, a wave of protectiveness going through him that had nothing to do
with the job and everything to do with the man himself.

"Mmm. Let's have a nap. Then we'll think on food, huh?"

"Yeah, sounds good. I should just go lock up..."

"Mmm. You think we're not safe?"

"No, I think we're good. I just..." Was feeling a little guilty. Not that he wouldn't do it all again given the
choice, but he was breaking all the rules here and if anything happened to Daniel under his watch, he’d
never forgive himself.

"If you feel better, do it. Keeping me safe's your job, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah it is." He got up out of bed with Daniel reluctantly, but he knew he was doing the right thing.
At the door, he stopped and looked back, taking in the long, lean body sprawled out on the bed. "More
than just my job now, you know?"

"Yeah? Good. You gotta hang with me a while."

"Lucky me," he murmured, giving Daniel a last lingering look before he went to make sure everything
was locked up tight.

***

Flipping pancakes with a broken hand was fucking challenging.

"Angel, I swear to god, you're doing dishes."

Daniel got a pancake on a plate without dropping it. Three out of five wasn't bad. Rafe cheered at the
feat, eyes twinkling merrily. The man stayed well out of range of his arm and spatula, though.

"Don't make me kill you, now." He snorted, stuck his tongue out.

Rafe laughed softly. "Hey, I set the table and unpacked all the groceries while you've been dilly-dallying
with the pancakes."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You've got both hands."

Fuckhead.

He got another one poured.

For a half a minute guilt flashed across Rafe's face, and then it disappeared, his would be protector
coming up behind him and looping both arms around his waist. That solid body was really warm against
his back. "All the better to hold you with?"

"Oh. Now that's nice." A hell of a hook for a song, too.

Rafe nuzzled his neck, mouth soft and warm. "Full body protection." He could hear the sweet laughter in
Rafe's voice.

"Yeah, yeah. Help me flip this one, man." Oh, this was the most fun he'd had in months.

"Here, let me..." Rafe grabbed hold of the frying pan's handle and pulled it off the heat. "Watch me now;
it's all in the wrist."

A flick of Rafe's wrist and the pancake flew up in the air. It came back down and landed back in the
frying pan. Uncooked side still up.

"Oh. Dude." Oh, thatrocked . "Do it again!"

Rafe smacked Daniel's ass with his free hand and then cuddled back up along his back again. "Shh. No
distracting me this time." Another flick of the wrist, this one alot flickier and the pancake sailed up,
flipped a few times and landed, once again, uncooked side up. "Shit."

He laughed good and hard, just tickled. "You missed."

"At least it landed backin the fying pan. This position must be hampering my usual amazing pancake
flipping skills." Rafe didn't move though. "I guess we'll have to do it the old-fashioned way."

He grabbed the spatula, turning it carefully, managing the flip. "Ta da!"

"Woo! Thank God I was here to help." Rafe's chuckles tickled along his neck.

"Mmmhmm. I'll take it, man. I will."

"Yeah? Good." Rafe rubbed, prick solid against his ass. "We gonna have bacon, too?"

"If you want to pop it in the microwave, sure. I'm not risking the grease one-handed."

"I love bacon with pancakes. It makes an awesome sandwich."

Rafe pressed a last kiss to his neck and moved away, pulling a plate off one of the shelves and spreading
paper towel on it. "How many slices you want?"

"Four. I'm hungry." He went for the syrup, hooting as he found a bottle of honey alongside.

Rafe filled the plate with bacon and stuck it in the microwave. "We're not going to blow a fuse are we?"

"If we do, we're fucked. I'm not a great electrician." Roofing? Yeah. Plumbing? Okay. Electricity? Only
so much.

"Well, I can change a fuse..." Rafe closed the microwave door and pressed a few buttons. It came on
without anything blowing. "All right! Go us."

"Woo. You want a cup of Joe?" The coffee smelled fucking fine and the powdered milk would do okay
in it.

"Yeah, that'll do." Rafe put the tub of margarine on the table, along with utensils and grabbed his ass on
the way by.

"So why'd you become an FBI guy, Angel? I mean, did you always want to do it?"

"ATF,” Rafe corrected, almost absently. “I knew I wanted to do something where I helped people. And
Gabe already had cop, Mickey had fireman. I had to take it a step up." Rafe grinned, eyes twinkling.
"Besides I'm the only of the three of us smart enough to make the entrance exam."

"Well, there you go." He hooted a little, grinned. He wasn't smart enough to do much beyond pick and
sing.

Rafe helped him get the pancakes onto plates and split the bacon up, making sure he was settled in his
chair first. Then Rafe sat and literally made a sandwich out of his, buttering the pancakes, putting on the
bacon and pouring the maple syrup like it was ketchup or something before putting another pancake on
top.

"You want me to make one for you? Might be easier with your hand."

"Man. That's nasty. For real. Give me a fork." He'd figure it out. He wasn't ready to deal with pancake
sandwiches.

"I could cut it up for you." Rafe gave him one of those shit-eating, eye-twinkling grins. "Like I do for my
nieces and nephews."

"Don't make me turn you over my knee." He hid the smirk. Right. Like his skinny ass could kick big,
buff, and brawny's ass.

"Oh you're one of those kinky types, are you?" Rafe was grinning to beat the band, obviously in a very
fine mood this morning.

"Uh-huh. That's me. The kinky singer." He rolled his eyes, the laughter just bubbling out.

Their laughter faded and Rafe reached out to cup his cheek, thumb rubbing over his lower lip. Then Rafe
dropped his hand and cleared his throat. "Food's going cold."

"Then let's eat. We have time to just... be, yeah? You play poker?" He dug in, enjoying the food, the fact
that they cooked it together.

"I do. I have to warn you, my brothers were mean competitors and you either got good at the game, or
you bore the consequences. So I learned to be good." Rafe picked up his 'sandwich' and ate.

"What kind of consequences?"

"Well it changed as we grew older, but sitting on the loser’s face and farting was always a big favorite at
all ages."

"Oh, dude. That's craptastic. We're not playing that game, Angel. I'll play for sexual favors, but no
pooting." Jesus, he thought his sisters were bad.

Rafe's eyes lit up. "Oh, I can playthat version. I could happily lose that version."

"Yeah? I'll keep that in mind." He could so remember that.

"Do I need to chop wood or anything?" Rafe asked.

"Nah. It's summer. We'll be fine."

"And here I thought I'd get to do something manly to counteract washing the dishes."

"You can always clean out the gutters, honey..." He was going to sit on his ass. Rest. Sleep. Admire
Rafe's ass in those jeans.

"It's a plan." Rafe gave him an admiring look. "If we get bored."

Man, those pancakes were good. "I bet we don't get too bored."

Rafe grinned, gaze locked with his. Finally Rafe shook himself. "You wanna show me around the

surrounding area a bit after I get the dishes done? I'd like to know the territory we're in a little better."

"Sure, man. It's beautiful up here. Like a postcard."

"Have you spent a lot of time here?" Rafe asked, quickly clearing their dishes over to the sink.

"Off and on. It was my grampa's, once upon a time."

"No shit?" The dishes were run under the water, Rafe starting to wipe them down with a soapy cloth.

"Yeah. When it came back on the market, we snapped it up." It gave him a hidey-hole when he needed
it. Of course, Dan hadn't expected to be being hunted by crazed weasel survivalists...

"That's nice, having a place with family history." Rafe kept washing the dishes, leaving him with a great
view of the man's ass. "You don't mind if I let these drip dry, do you?"

"Nah. We're not standing on ceremony."

"My mom used to yell at me and my brothers. She hated it when we left them in the drainer." Rafe
leaned against the sink and looked back, grinning over one shoulder at him. "So we put all our money
together one Christmas and bought her a dishwasher. She made us take the dishes out of the damn thing
the minute it stopped so we could dry them and put them away."

"Oh, man. That's brutal. My mom's way laid back. Her philosophy is all about making time to have fun."

"My mom's a clean freak. We had a living room with plastic on all the furniture that we weren't allowed
to go in. The whole nine yards." Rafe finished the last dish and turned, offering an even better view. "You
should see her with the grandkids, though -- lets them get away with all sorts."

"That's their job, honey. They love the grandbabies." Hell, his momma was chomping at the bit for them.
Thank God for his twin sister because she was barking up the wrong tree with him.

"Yeah, I know. I love them all. Best of all in small doses." Rafe gave him a wink and straightened up,
eyes on him. "So you want to show me your woods?"

"Yeah. Yeah, so long as I get my nap after." He wasall about the nappage here.

He looked at Rafe's ass.

Well.

Maybe notall about...

***

The mountainside Daniel's cabin sat on was absolutely beautiful. Everything was green and lush, and they
saw rabbits and deer, chipmunks and squirrels all scurrying around. They didn’t make it as far as thelake
Daniel ’d mentioned, but there was a stream about a half a mile from the cabin and they settled there for
a rest before making the trek back.

"Look, Daniel. If anything happens and we get separated outside, this is where we should meet back up
again. That tree right there looks easy enough to get into. You climb up as far as you can and wait for
me, okay?"

Daniel looked over, one blond eyebrow arching. "Or you climb up and wait for me. Either way."

He wasn't about to abandon his charge, and if he and Daniel got separated, finding Daniel again would
be his top priority, not hiding out. Still he nodded. "I just mean this'll be our meeting point and hiding
place, yeah?" Just the thought of something happening to Daniel made his gut clench.

"Sure. I can manage that." Daniel tilted his head, and then grabbed a low branch with his good hand,
casted hand slung over to catch the branch at his elbow. As Rafe stood there, watching, Daniel climbed
up.

"Jesus Christ!" If the man fell and broke his neck, Rafe was finished as an agent. Of any kind. Of course
it wasn't his job he was really worried about... "I didn't mean you had to show me."

"No? I needed to see if I could." Daniel's face appeared between the leaves.

His heart clenched in a way that had nothing to do with his job, and he took a deep breath. Oh, wow.
He was so totally fucked it wasn't funny. Head over heels fucked. "Can you get down?" he asked, voice
gone all husky.

"I don't know. I haven't tried yet. The last few days have been full of new experiences."

"Tell me about it." He chewed on his lower lip. "You want me to come up?"

"Honey, you outweigh me by what? Seventy pounds? You'd go crashing to the ground." Little shit.

"I'm trying to avoidyou coming crashing to the ground." He wasn't sure how Daniel was going to manage
it with just the one good hand. Up was always the easy part.

"Huh. That's the tricky part, huh? I reckon you'd get fired if I broke my neck, huh?"

"Guaranteed." He figured if Daniel could get even partway down, he could sort of break the man's fall...

"Well, I'd hate for that to happen. I sorta like you, honey." Daniel started heading down, much more
carefully than he'd gone up.

"Ditto." He held his breath, watching where Daniel's feet went. "Right foot!" he called out when it looked
like Daniel was going to put his weight on a too small branch.

"Huh?" Daniel stopped, shaking a little, staring down.

Shit, this had been a bad idea all around. "That branch wasn't going to hold you. There's one a little bit
further down that you should be able to reach with your left foot." He found himself standing right beneath
Daniel, arms open. He might have been half joking before but there was no way he was letting Daniel fall
without having himself as a cushion.

"Okay. Tell me when I'm getting close..."

His heart pounding, he watched carefully, guiding Daniel. "A little farther back, there you've got it, just
come on down. Yeah, yeah, like that." He heaved a sigh of relief as Daniel's foot settled on the branch
and it held. "You're almost down now."

"Don't you let me fall, Angel."

"Not on my watch." He held his arms out encouragingly. "Can you sit on that branch and drop down to
me?"

"Don't jostle my hand, huh? It's sore as fuck."

"Hold it up and I'll do my best. We'll get you some of those good drugs the doctor gave you when we
get back." He shouldn't have pushed Daniel so hard, this was a long walk they'd done, a big loop around
the cabin and he'd totally not taken the man'sbroken hand into account.

"'kay, Angel. Catch my ass." Daniel closed his eyes and just let go.

Jesus fuck.

Rafe caught Daniel as the man fell, staggering back and trying hard to keep his balance. He didn’t
though, and he dropped, sitting down hard on his ass.

"Shit. You okay?" he asked, trying to catch his breath.

"Yeah. Yeah. You?"

He nodded, holding onto Daniel as he let himself fall back so he was looking up into the sky. "I think so.
Christ. No more tree climbing unless someone's shooting at your ass."

"Spoilsport." Daniel grinned down at him, eyes just dancing.

"Asshole," he shot back, but he couldn't contain his own grin, and he slid a hand behind Daniel's head,
bringing him down for a quick, relieved kiss.

"You know it." Daniel's eyes smiled at him, just as happy as anything he'd seen.

He laughed softly and took another kiss, his body more than willing to appreciate Daniel's now that the
danger was over and no one was going to break their neck falling out of a tree.

"Mmm. You taste good." Daniel's hurt arm was shaking, just a little.

"So do you. I should get you back, though." No matter how much he wanted to stay here and neck for
awhile.

"Yeah?" Yeah. Daniel was looking a little green around the gills despite the earlier smiles and teasing.

"Yeah, we left the good drugs back there." He levered himself up, bringing Daniel with him. "We've got

about a twenty minute walk back." If they could go fairly straight and didn't dawdle. "You up for it?"

"Sure, man. I'm no pussy."

"Hell no, you aren't." He got them both standing and casually looped an arm around Daniel's waist,
supporting the man as much as he could without making it too obvious. "You got a broken hand saving
my ass."

"It's a great ass. Worth saving."

"I'm glad you think so," he murmured, ignoring the heat in his cheeks.

He got them moving, keeping an eye on Daniel as they walked. Tough as Daniel was, he didn't think the
man would admit to needing a break.

The trip felt like it took forever, like it was longer going straight back to the cabin than it had been to
loop all the way around it, but Daniel made it, even if he was a bit pale and sweaty once they hit the
cabin.

"How's a nap sound?" he asked, heading them to the bedroom. He was pretty sure Daniel'd left his pills
on the bedside table.

"Works for me, Angel." Yeah, yeah. Daniel made for the bed like a shot.

He grabbed a glass of water and brought it over, sitting next to Daniel, making the bed dip a little
beneath his weight. "Take your pill first, man. That hand has got to be throbbing."

"You're going to spoil me. Thanks." Daniel took the pill, leaning back on the mattress and staring at him.
"You really think they'll come for me?"

He put his hand on Daniel's belly, stroking gently. "They came after you at the safe house, and they killed
three agents. There's a leak, for fuck's sake. Yeah, I think if they can figure out where you are, they're
coming for you."

"Man. It don't seem right. Not at all."

"They're fanatics. There's nothing right about that. But don't you worry about it -- I'm going to keep you
safe, Daniel." No matter what.

Daniel slid down, head settling on his thigh. "Sure you are, honey."

He stroked Daniel's head, pushing the hair back off his forehead. "You better believe it. So why don't
you take a nap, huh?"

"Not sleepy. Just gonna rest my eyes."

"Okay, Daniel." He kept stroking softly. He was going to keep his own eyes open. After all, he had quite
the view.

***

After five days the hand stopped hurting and started itching.

Jesus.

He banged his cast against the porch railing, his bones rattling some, and not helping the itch at all. God
damn it. Daniel tried banging a couple more times before finding a long stick to shove in and scratch.

"Should you be doing that?" Rafe asked, coming out onto the porch.

"Probably not, but it itches." He was nothing if not honest.

"What was the banging I heard?" Rafe knelt down in front of him, taking the stick from him.

"Probably something hitting something else." Honest, not stupid.

Rafe laughed. "Well, I figured that much. I was wondering what the somethings were." Long fingers
rubbed the skin around his cast.

"Mmm. Plaster, meet old wood."

"Oh, you're going for the break the hand again method of getting rid of the itch, are you?" Rafe's fingers
dipped into his cast. They couldn't reach far, but they were doing decent job of scratching his itch where
they could.

"Nah. I was going for the break the cast method. Or the jostle the hand inside the cast method."

"You know I've got a better method." Rafe's free hand slid up along the inside of his right thigh.

"It doesn't itch there." He spread a little.

"No, but I bet it makes you stop caring about where it does itch..."

"You think so? I'll take that bet." It itched pretty fucking bad.

"So, what's the bet?" The rubbing along his cast stopped, Rafe bringing both hands into play along the
insides of his legs.

"Huh?" Daniel spread a little wider, humming his latest number one under his breath.

Laughing, Rafe bent and breathed on his cock through his jeans, heating his prick right up.

"H...horndog." Oh. Yummy. "Do it again."

Rafe obeyed, breathing on him again, gnawing him through the material just a little.

"Mmm." He was so gonna lose this bet. No question. Which meant he won.

"God, you smell so good." Rafe's hands rubbed up and down his legs, mouth continuing to work him.

"Angel." Daniel caught himself leaning back, hips rolling up into that hot mouth. He was getting spoiled
with hot and cold running sex. He approved. Wholeheartedly.

"Not feeling very angelic right now." Strong fingers played with the top button of his jeans.

"No? Angels probably had good sex..."

Oh, look at the surprise on that handsome face. And then Rafe started laughing. "The things that come
out of your mouth..."

"I sorta like the things that come in your mouth, honey."

There was that rush of color into Rafe's cheeks, his lover bending back to his prick to hide the blush.
Daniel chuckled, cupped Rafe's cheek. For a bad-assed FBI guy, Angel was a big softie.

Rafe nuzzled into his hand, chin rubbing on his prick. Then Rafe started working on his zipper, pulling it
carefully down. Damn slowly, too. Oh, that was sweet, wasn't it? He leaned and looked, just soaking in
the sun and the sight of that dark head bent over him. Groaning as his prick finally escaped the confines
of his jeans -- he wasn't wearing underwear having given them up as a lost cause with only one hand --
Angel's fingers touched the tip. Rafe licked his lips and made another soft sound.

"Oh, damn honey. Please." Please.

"Bet you taste as good as you smell." Angel leaned in and licked where his fingers had touched, tongue
soft and hot on his slit.

"Jesus." His head fell back, thighs aching they were spread so far. "Again."

"Uh-huh. And again and again." Angel smiled up at him for a moment, eyes hot and eager. "Youdo taste
as good as you smell. Better." Then that gentle touch came again, Rafe's tongue sliding across the tip of
his cock.

"You are enough to drive me crazy."

"Good crazy?" Rafe nibbled the top of his cock, then slowly made his way down the full length, tongue
and lips continuing the amazing torture.

"Uh. Uh-huh. So fucking hot, Angel." His eyes were rolling like dice in his head.

He could feel Angel’s smile against his cock, and then the nibbling continued up and down his cock,
Rafe's teeth occasionally just barely scraping along his skin. Rafe's hands were hard on his thighs, fingers
opening and closing. He'd never felt anything so hot, never seen anything like that.

"God, you're hot," murmured Angel just before those warm lips wrapped around his prick.

"N...need." His heels dug in, hips jerking wildly as his balls drew up.

Angel pulled off a bit and then settled on him, lips tight and sucking hard, head bobbing.Daniel's eyes
rolled again and he just went nuts, fucking Angel's mouth, hips pounding up into those lips. One of Rafe's
hands found his balls, touching gently as that throat swallowed around him.

"Angel." He pushed down, asking for a firmer touch.

Rafe must have understood, because the gentle fingers suddenly wrapped around his sacs, tugging
enthusiastically.

"Yes!" He jerked, shooting so hard his eyes rolled right up into his head, lightning shooting down his
spine.

His Angel drank him down, Rafe humming around his flesh, making it vibrate.

"Oh. Oh, damn. Honey." He could just sing, he felt so good.

Beaming up at him, Angel rubbed a cheek against his slowly softening prick. Then one of Angel's hands
disappeared down into tight jeans.

"Uh-huh. Mine." He bent one knee and offered his ass.

"Oh." Angel gasped softly and swallowed, meeting his eyes. "The chair going to hold?"

"It ought to. Come on, Angel. Let me have it." Come on, start trusting your fine-assed self.

"Don't have lube..." Angel came up with a solution right away though, leaning right in and licking at him,
pushing that hot, wet tongue into him.

"Rafe!" Oh, that was. Right. Fuck yes.

A finger joined the tongue fucking him, Angel stretching him out. He started moving, riding the touches as
his cock slowly filled. Rafe moaned and whimpered, one finger becoming two. He was stretched and wet
in no time.

"That's it." He leaned up a little, bore down. "Gonna fill me up, Angel."

"I'm going to have to go get a condom," murmured Rafe, looking up at him.

"Mmm." He didn't have sex often enough to worry about not being clean. "You clean, FBI man?"

Angel's eyes widened and the tongue-fucking stopped completely, those long fingers no longer moving
inside him. "ATF, and yeah. I told you I hadn't ever... Yeah, I'm clean."

"Well, you got a choice to make, Angel." He wasn't going to push.

Rafe licked his lips, moaning a little. "Well, what about you -- are you clean?"

"Hey, man. Would I offer if I wasn't? Shit, Ilike you, man."

"Right. Right. I didn't think of that." Rafe's fingers slid out of him, his Angel standing and tugging open his
jeans. "I want to feelyou around me."

"Fuck, yes." His mouth watered at the sight of that hard prick.

"You ready for me, Daniel?" Rafe leaned one knee against his chair, the other foot staying on the ground.

"I was born ready, Angel." Hell, if Rafe didn't hurry up, he was going to growl.

That hard cock pressed against him, Angel moaning softly. "God, this is hot."

"Gonna be better when you're in." He wrapped one leg around Rafe's hip, dragging the man closer.

Rafe's breath hitched and that hard cock finally pushed into him, filling him slowly. "Oh, God. Hot."

"Uh-huh." He caught himself staring up, grinning into those stunned eyes.

Rafe's hand trembled slightly as it slid along his cheek. "Daniel."

Then Angel's mouth closed over his, a low groan fed into his mouth as that hard cock started to move.
The chair started creaking and groaning as their tongues started fighting, sliding, playing together. Rafe
grabbed his ass and tugged him off the chair a little, hitting his gland on the next thrust.

"Angel!" His scream frightened the birds, made them fly off in a rush. He got a wild grin, Rafe pushing
harder and harder into him. "Never. Never let someone in without a glove before." He wanted Angel to
know.

Rafe's eyes went wide and their teeth clicked as Angel's mouth closed fiercely over his. Soft, sweet
noises filled his mouth as surely as Rafe's cock pushed into his body. Oh. Oh, fuck. He was going to
fucking come again. Rafe's hand wrapped around his prick, tugging.

"Angel. Fuck. Fuck. I." He was fixin' to. He. Oh.

"Daniel!" Rafe's eyes widened and his hips jerked, pushing the hard cock even deeper. "Please."

"Fuck. Fuck, yeah." He went tight all over, heels thrumming on the ground.

Angel squeezed his cock hard and came. He could feel each pulse of spunk coming from Rafe's prick,
those eyes and mouth wide open. His own eyes rolled back, cock throbbing, his come just spraying out.

Rafe rested against him, panting as a breeze cooled them.

"I. Goddamn honey." He was all stupid and melty. Almost better than a good stadium set.

Almost.

Rafe's lips pressed against his, the kiss lazy, like Rafe was pretty damn melty himself. "I have never met
anyone like you, Daniel."

"I would hope not, honey." He chuckled at himself, stretched a little. "I'm fucking special."

As he stretched, Rafe's cock slid out of him, making his Angel groan. "You are you, you know."

"I'm just another hat act. Don't tell anyone."

"It's not your hat I'm interested in." Rafe told him, smiling at him.

"No?" He dragged his hand down Rafe's belly. "You're sure about that, FBI man?"

Those cheeks picked up a bit of color and Rafe's prick jerked, obviously trying to fill again. His Angel
didn’t even try to correct him on the agency this time. "Uh-huh. Really sure."

"Good." He chuckled, stretched his fingers, itching to pick a little.

Oh. Itching.

He'd forgotten.

Rafe gave him a quick kiss and stood, putting himself away. "Feels weird being naked outside, doesn't
it?" Rafe was looking pretty hard at his naked ass, though.

"Sort of? I don't know; I grew up skinny dipping and shit. You have to watch the snakes."

"Not much skinny dipping going on in the city. We've got our own brand of snakes though." Rafe gave
him a grin and reached to slide warm fingers along his prick where it lay against his thigh. "Of course
some snakes aren't bad at all..."

He chuckled, swatted Rafe idly. "Like my snake could wake up again." He wasn't old yet, but damn.

"It just needs a nap." Rafe watched his own fingers stroking Daniel's prick. "It's a great snake." Then
Angel laughed sheepishly and half turned. "Did I win the bet?" he asked.

"You know it." He leaned in, nuzzled Rafe's hip. "I can't even remember what I bet."

Rafe made a soft, happy noise, and one hand dropped into his head, stroking through his hair. "I think it
was a million dollars." The laughter sounded good in his angel's voice.

"Oh, I'll pull that right out of my ass."

"I'm pretty sure it's not there -- I checked pretty thoroughly earlier." Rafe looked down at him, eyes
twinkling madly.

"Oh, ho! You do have a sense of humor!" He'd always heard the FBI didn't issue those.

Rafe popped him in the arm. "Ass."

"Honey? That's my arm." Fuck, a man could get used to that laugh, to the happiness on Angel's face.

He grabbed his jeans, heading in. "Come on, Angel. Shower, then you can grill me a burger."

"Oh, I can, can I?" Rafe followed, grabbing his ass.

"Absolutely. You can wait on me, hand and foot. I'm a star, remember?" That was him. Mr. Star.

"Hand and foot, huh? I think I can manage that."

"Fuckin' A." He chuckled, heading down the hallway. "You going to wash my hair, too?" He held up the
cast, teasing.

"You're pushing it. Besides, if you want me to do your hair, we should make it a bath instead of a
shower. That would be easier with your cast, anyway."

"Oh. You're going to bathe me?" This was fuckingfun . "Are you going to wear a toga?"

Rafe rolled his eyes. "I'm getting in the tub with you, asshole."

"Damn. I was hoping for your fine ass in a sheet."

"I'd look silly." Rafe put the plug in the tub and got the water started.

"Yeah, but it would amuse me." He started stripping. "Naked works, too."

Rafe turned to watch, eyes hot as they took him in. "Gimme a minute," Angel said suddenly, heading
back up the hall.

"What are you up to, Angel?"

"Just get in the tub."

"Okay, darlin'." He slid in, leaning back hard.

Rafe came back a few moments later, draped in a white sheet. "You laugh and it comes off."

"Oh, man. You are a good sport." He grinned, doing his damnedest to applaud with the broken hand.

Rafe gave him a half bow, and then knelt by the tub. "You're gonna owe me."

"Yeah? I can handle that. I'll write you a song. My hero, the angel." In fact, he liked that hook.

Rafe’s cupped hands dipped into the water and then poured it over his shoulders. "A song? Really? For
me?"

"Shit, yeah. I'm not half bad at it, believe it or not."

"I know. You shake it pretty good, too. I had a front row seat for weeks, remember?" The soap
bubbled up between Rafe's hands.

"Actually, I don't know if I ever saw you. Did you like it?"

Rafe grinned. "It grew on me." Those soapy hands started moving over him, starting at his shoulders,
Rafe working on down from there.

"That's a classy way of saying no..." Oh. Oh, that felt good.

"It's a classy way of saying I'm a city boy with no taste, but after awhile I grew to like it." He got a grin
as Rafe's fingers drifted across his nipples.

"Mmm. You are a smart, smart guy, Angel." His nipples perked up, just a little.

"I don't know, Daniel. I'm not sure falling for the man I'm supposed to be protecting is too smart." Rafe
looked up and met his eyes for a moment before looking back down to where his hands were sliding
downward.

"You can't fight shit like this, honey. It's not natural." He didn't care what folks said, love didn't care.

"So I should just go with it and not worry, huh?" Those fingers were gentle as they cleaned his cock, his
balls.

"Exactly. No worries. Just enjoy what we've got."

Leaning in, Rafe brought their lips together, kissing him softly. Those eyes watched him, Rafe holding his
gaze as the kiss deepened.

Daniel cupped Rafe's jaw, fingers stroking. It didn't matter what was coming. They both had lives and
shit outside of here. This right now, though? This was safe.

Theirs.

Home.

To be continued in the final installment Guardian Angel 3: Fight, coming soon to Torquere Press.

Guardian Angel: Fight

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