WITH WINGS

THE DARK ANGELS

Z. ALLORA

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Guitarist Dare Stone and lead singer Angell Luv have led The Dark Angels to

rock ‘n roll sensation. As a creative team, they're unstoppable. Maybe that's

why Dare is having an unusual attraction to Angel. Dare is and always has

been straight, but Angel's flirting is stirring thoughts that Dare can no longer

contain.

A working trip alone with Angel to Bali ignites passions in Dare that he can no

longer deny, and their working relationship becomes a roller coaster ‘friends

with benefits' package. A package with an expiration date. Trouble is, Dare's

not sure he wants the relationship to end. Seems he's fallen in love, and only

has wings and a song to try and win Angel's heart for good.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either

are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any

resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely

coincidental.

Copyright 2011 by Z.Allora

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Dedication

To S,

Thank you for my happily ever after. Our life together is more than I could

ever have dreamed possible. You are simply everything to me.

Love Z.

And I want to give a very special thank you to SJ Frost (Conquest series) and

Kris Jacen (Editor Goddess). You were instrumental in making this dream

become a reality. I cannot thank the two of you enough.

Thank you Adrien for the amazing cover art. You really captured my boys

perfectly!

And hugs to Jet Mykles (Heaven Sent series & Reverb), the mother of hot

rocker boys for kissing my blurb!

Hugs to all the people who helped make this book possible.

CHAPTER 1

Darius Stone knew he was lucky to be The Dark Angels' lead guitar player.

They had recently risen to legendary proportions in record time. Darius was

living the rock-n-roll dream and loving every minute of it. Every single song

they'd released had hit the top of the Billboard chart. The Dark Angels were

playing to sold-out arenas. Life was good. Hell, he even liked the guys in the

band, especially Angel.

Angel Luv, the lead singer and founder of The Dark Angels, was a real piece

of work. He was very attractive. Some might say almost pretty, not that Darius

was much of a judge when it came to male beauty. Darius was straight but

could still see and feel the sexuality that oozed with every step Angel took and

every word he sang. His voice had a range an opera singer would be jealous of

and was down and dirty enough to make jazz singers envious as well.

Everything, from Angel's black hair cut asymmetrically so it coyly fell into his

dark sexy eyes to his long lean body, screamed rock star.

Angel was so much more than his looks. He was super smart with a keen

business sense. His creativity and vision always surprised The Dark Angels'

fans. Angel was a talented writer and composer. He was funny as hell when he

got going. To top it off he was one of the nicest guys in the business.

Darius was glad to be counted as one of Angel's closest friends. But not his

lover as the tabloids suggested and most of their fans wished. No, Darius Stone

was straight. Not that guys with guys bothered him, it just wasn't his thing.

He wasn't a monk. Far from it! Dare knew their superstardom couldn't burn

this hot forever, so he decided to enjoy the benefits. All the benefits. He wasn't

the lead singer, but still reaped the benefits. Though with the schedule they had

been keeping, times for enjoying those benefits were few and far between.

Angel and he were sitting down on the old tattered couch in one of the

dressing rooms at the arena they were to perform in; they opted not to return to

the hotel after the sound check with the rest of the band. Darius typically chose

to stay wherever Angel was because he just liked being around the guy.

Of course, the discussion turned once again to the performance. They were

talking about the pros and cons of the additions they were adding to tonight's

show. Angel wanted much more flirting between the two of them and even a

little physical interaction while acting out some of the song lyrics. Okay, more

than a little, but Darius was trying to play it cool. Of course, Angel seemed to

see right through him and knew he was nervous as hell about the changes.

Touching Darius's knee, Angel then squeezed it as he tried to reassure him.

"Seriously, Dare, if you aren't comfortable with the changes, we don't have to

do them." Angel's voice was full of concern making Darius feel like a bigger

ass. "We can do the show just like before. The changes aren't necessary."

Frustrated and feeling like he had been over this a hundred times, Darius

sighed. "Hey, I told you I could deal with it." The way it came out made it

sound like getting physical with Angel was like a punishment fit for the

seventh level of Dante's Inferno.

Angel smirked. "Deal with it, huh?" His hand slipped behind Darius neck and

squeezed in a firm relaxing way. "Poor Dare. Having to suffer my attentions."

"Yeah, poor me." Exhaling deeply, Darius' head dropped forward allowing

Angel to continue the massage. "Damn, you have good hands," he groaned

out. Angel's large hands spanned the back of his neck and his firm squeeze

sent shivers of pleasure shooting through his body.

"That's what they all say."

A well-placed elbow in Angel's flat stomach was Darius's response, which got

him a satisfying "Ouch!"

Darius opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Angel who was

watching him intently. His breath caught as he really looked at his friend. The

lead singer was truly stunning. Big brown eyes glittered, shiny black hair,

perfectly messed up in that sexy ‘just got laid' look. And plump kissable lips

that Darius tried never to focus on. Dare opened his mouth to say something

but was interrupted by a groupie busting through the door landing on his knees

in front of Angel.

"Oh, God. It's you!"

Angel smiled down at the young looking guy at his feet. "No, it's only me,

Angel Luv, lead singer of The Dark Angels. God isn't here right now. She

stepped away. Is there a message?"

Darius couldn't control the appreciative snicker. He loved Angel's humor! It

was amusing to see that Angel never seemed startled by anything that

happened. He just rolled with anything that was thrown his way, acting as if he

knew it was coming. Granted, this situation was not new. Angel always had

people falling over him, though usually not so literally as this guy.

Then several of the roadies rushed in. One of the roadies, Tommy, said,

"Sorry. He broke through security and then hid. We couldn't find him until we

saw this dressing room door open."

Mark, the head roadie, didn't look pleased at the lapse in their security.

"Fucker was fast but it is not an excuse. I am sorry. Let me escort him out."

Darius was pretty sure Mark would bring up this breach of security in the next

full staff meeting with their manager, Megan. He would use it as evidence to

try to convince Megan that Angel needed real security for himself and the

band, not just kiddies who specialized in grunt work.

Angel smiled at his very upset roadies. Trying to calm them he said, "It's okay.

No harm no foul." Nodding his head to the guy at his feet, "He looks harmless.

Is he of age?"

Frowning Mark nodded. "Yeah. Twenty-two. Checked him out for his

backstage pass."

Nodding, Angel said with a smile, "Thanks, Mark and Tommy. You can leave

him with me. After his little dash and stash he deserves some face time."

Angel chuckled at the frustrated looks on his roadies slash security detail.

This would no doubt be discussed in the future but Angel had always refused

to go all red alert on his fans. He didn't want be guarded like the President of

the United States. Didn't want to put that kind of distance between the band

and the fans. Darius knew he would probably win this battle yet again, even

with this event as evidence.

As the roadies left grumbling to each other, Angel looked over at Darius and

shrugged. Darius looked at the guy at Angel's feet. The dude was still staring

at Angel like he could walk on water and didn't that just piss Dare right the

fuck off.

Used to hero worship, Angel reached out to give the guy his hand. "Here, let

me help you up."

"No!" The guy fairly shouted.

Blinking down in momentary confusion until Angel realized why the guy

wanted to stay on his knees. Pushing the guy's dirty blond hair out of his face,

Angel smiled at him. Out of his very plain face, Darius couldn't help but think.

Where did this stab of jealousy come from? But the guy nuzzled into Angel's

hand like a freaking dog. It was just wrong and Darius couldn't help it if it

made him pissy.

"Can I?" The plain little groupie asked, his eyes big with hope.

Darius clamped his mouth shut so he didn't correct the little slut's grammar.

That's may I, you idiot! Probably went to college for basket weaving.

Angel shrugged and sat back. His hand remained on Darius' neck. "You mind,

Dare?"

This had to be a fucking record, three words to blowjob. This plain-faced kid

had only said three words and he was going to be slurping down Angel's

joystick. Snapping out of his internal dialogue, "Oh, um…hey, I should go get

ready." Darius needed to get the hell out of there. Immediately!

A strong hand latched onto Darius's forearm as he tried to stand up. "No, Dare.

Stay with me." Darius's position of half standing caused him to be tugged right

into Angel's side.

"Yeah." Angel groaned. He either liked having Darius next to him or he was

appreciating the mouth action below.

Darius's eyes fell to Angel's groin for the answer to that question. He froze as

he watched the groupie; everything seemed to be going in slow motion. The

zipper of Angel's leather pants sounded so loud as it was unzipped. His long,

thick cock pushed out exposing itself to the air. The groupie licked his lips and

his mouth opened to slowly slide down Angel's shaft to the root. Slut! His head

bobbed up so just the crown was in his mouth. The talented tongue swirled

around the ridge and then licked back down. Up and then down in a slow drag

of the guy's lips going right to the root. The guy must have swallowed.

Angel clearly approved of this method if the noise he was making was any

indication. Darius knew he should go but the heated sounds kept him pressed

against Angel's side. Dragging his eyes away from the action below, Darius

fell into Angel's lustful gaze. He could feel Angel's breath panting on his face.

Close to his mouth, tickling his lips.

Heart racing and growing breathless from the sexual act he was witnessing,

Darius knew that this was by far the most exciting thing he had ever

experienced sexually. It wasn't even happening to him. He wasn't gay but…

He wanted…something. Needed…something.

It felt like an unsaid prayer was answered when he felt a hand cup the fabric

on his jeans. Darius knew he should push it away. But all he could seem to do

was thrust his hips up to push into it. He moved himself forward to feel the

inappropriate friction on his prick again. And again. Felt so good.

"Oh…" Darius' breath caught and his eyes slid shut to enjoy the intense

pleasure.

"Feel good, Dare?" Angel asked in a low dark sexy voice.

Opening his eyes, Angel's pretty brown eyes with flecks of amber were right

there. Watching. Seeing. Dare opened his mouth to speak but all he did was

nod.

After a bit of rubbing and a lot of squeezing, long fingers got busy helping

Darius' zipper slide down. Darius knew he should stop this. It was crazy.

Insane, really. But he didn't. When Angel's warm hand touched his naked

cock, Darius closed his eyes for a moment as he enjoyed the lick of fire that

raced up his spine.

As the fingers slowly enclosed his cock in a heavenly palm, he had to admit he

wanted Angel's hand stroking him. Touching him. Loved that large hand on

his body causing all sorts of wonderful sensations. It was insane but this was

better than all the previous sex Darius had ever had.

Angel's tugs were a bit more urgent. Their eyes stayed locked on to each

other's. Darius couldn't look away even if he had wanted to do so. Angel's

breath caressed his face as the singer panted, "Are you close?"

Darius answered, "Yeah." Inhaling deeply he tried to maintain control. It felt

strange but somehow right to share this moment with Angel. It added a level of

depth he rarely, if ever, experienced. He felt so connected. Sighing into the

pleasure, Darius decided it probably didn't mean anything.

On a daily basis, he had to come to terms with Angel's overt sexuality that

teased all his senses. It never made any sense, because Darius was straight so

he always wrote it off as stray hormones. But Angel's hand stroking him to

places he had never been before confused the hell out of him. No, he just

needed release. All this was relief.

Staring into Angel's rich brown eyes, Darius groaned, "Close?" He didn't seem

to be able to get out more than one word at a time. That magical hand was

bringing him to completion faster then he would have thought possible. The

strokes were perfect. Darius couldn't have done any better if he were doing it

himself, but he didn't want to go there alone. He wanted Angel with him.

"Yeah," Angel huffed out as he leaned his face closer to Darius. Angel's breath

kissed over his face causing him to stutter. "Almost, um there. Come with me,

Dare." The request came out as a sexy plea.

The sweet sexy voice did Darius in. He froze staring into Angel's eyes and

then lost it. Balls tightening, come raced up his cock. Pleasure flooded Darius

as he came hard in Angel's beautifully timed, stroking fist.

"Oh, so good!" Darius choked. His mouth was open and he knew he was

panting right in Angel's face. His eyes remained open and lost in Angel's

beautiful eyes. He was unable to close them for fear of missing the vision of

Angel's imminent climax.

Immediately, Angel followed him over the cliff into the realm of bliss. His

face softened with pleasure and became even more beautiful as his body went

to heaven. Angel's hand was fisted tightly in the boy's hair to pump his head up

and down on his dick as he completed his pleasure. But his other hand stroked

Darius to a nice strong finish as more creamy spend shot out.

Angel's lips were open spilling out the sexy sounds of his orgasm as he stared

deeply into Darius's eyes. Licking his lips, Angel grinned at Darius as they

rode the intense aftershocks of pleasure together.

When the last shiver was finally over, Angel leaned forward to unexpectedly

brush a light kiss across Darius's mouth before he fell back into the cushions.

"Thirty minutes." A knock on the door accompanied the stage manager's call.

"Mmmm, good timing," Angel's smile grew into a grin. He squeezed the top of

Darius's cock as he pulled his hand away from it.

Just then a high-pitched keening drew Darius's attention downward to Angel's

mouth du jour. Darius had all but forgotten the guy who had been tending to

Angel's erection. From what Darius' climax-hazy brain could figure out, Angel

was having the kid lick his hand clean of come. The dirty act was enough to

make the little tart come in his pants. Slut! Though Darius was very glad Angel

would not feel the need to do anything more with this kid. Darius just wanted

him gone. After all, they had a show to do.

Sighing, he and Angel stood up to straighten their pants. The kid pulled out his

cell phone and started texting. After a minute of hitting the keys rapidly, he

snapped a picture of the wet spot that was forming on his jeans. Who sends

pictures of their come stained pants? The kid was obviously a pervert!

Darius frowned as he felt like Angel was just checked off the guy's ‘To Do'

list. He looked at Angel and shook his head. "Do you feel used?" He was

joking but there was a piece of it that rang painfully true.

Angel chuckled at his attempt at humor and shrugged. "I always find that fan

appreciation is usually rather selfish." To the kid, Angel asked, "Do you want

a picture?"

No response. Angel and Darius just looked at each other.

Finally, looking up after he finished his obvious super important text message

the kid agreed. "Oh, yeah. Sure. That would be great." It sounded like he was

doing it for Angel! Yeah, the kid had so checked him off his list. They quickly

took a picture with the guy's cell phone and the kid left without a backwards

glance.

Darius mind was starting to swirl with what he had just done. Perfect hand job

or not, did that make him gay now? What did Angel think of him? How could

he have done this? He just had the hottest hand job ever by the hottest guy on

the face of the planet. But none of it mattered, because he wasn't gay.

As they crossed over the room, Angel's large hand rested on Darius's lower

back. He couldn't deny that the small gesture made him feel better. It seemed

to settle him. They went through the adjacent door to the larger dressing room

to finish getting ready.

There wasn't any time to process what just happened. Darius knew he would

obsess about it later, until he was able to find a justifiable reason to write it off.

There had to be a reasonable explanation for him accepting, enjoying, and

climaxing to a hand job administered by Angel fucking Luv. However, right

now he had to focus on the job at hand, not the hand job. Darius lost himself in

his pre-show ritual: bathroom, mirror, finger pulls, light stretching, neck

rolling. Closing his eyes for a moment he envisioned a great show. Then he

went to where the band would meet up before taking the stage.

The other guys were already at the meeting point backstage. Darius greeted

them and moved to stand next to Robin. No one seemed to notice that he

couldn't quite meet anyone's eyes. He needed to shake off his scrambled

thoughts and focus on the music.

The roadies had just completed the quick change of the stage's set-up from the

opening act to The Dark Angels. The pyrotechnics were set and they had just

begun adjusting the flat screen. It would be another five minutes before the

staging would be complete.

As Angel strolled up to the group, Dusty reached out to slap him on the back

of his head. "Where the hell were you, man?" Their lead singer wasn't late

exactly but usually his habit was to meet briefly backstage to iron out any last

minute details.

Darius glanced at Angel trying not to look guilty. Did the rest of the band

know where they were? What they were doing? Did they suspect what he let

Angel do?

"Why, you miss me, Dust?" He smirked at his best friend. "It's not like you're

going on without me." He emphasized his role as front man whenever he

wanted to tweak their drummer. There was no jealousy but it usually got a rise

out the long blond-haired male who was more than happy to cut Angel down

to size.

Josh laughed and Robin turned away to hide his grin. Watching Dusty and

Angel fight was always an amusing pastime.

Not taking the bait, Dusty rolled his eyes. He took his drumsticks out of his

back pocket and tapped everyone on the shoulder with them. "Good skill,

boys." Then when he got to Angel, he muttered, "Good luck, asshole." His grin

said that he felt like he had won that round as he stalked off for his drums.

Angel shrugged, saying to no one in particular, "Is he implying I need luck

since I lack skill?"

Josh shook his head but made no comment as he turned to Robin giving him a

reassuring little shoulder bump. "You good?" He readjusted the strap on his

bass.

Robin was by far the shyest member of The Dark Angels. The kid always

suffered from stage fright's bite right before he went on. "Always." He touched

his perfectly done lion's mane of peacock colored hair before smiling at them,

trying to show them he wasn't going to toss his cookies any minute.

Josh grabbed his hand and squeezed it which seemed to ease the nerves that

danced off Robin in waves. "Good, Rob Rob?"

Robin nodded and watched as Josh took the stage. He smiled once more at

Dare and Angel before he inhaled deeply before walking on stage to take his

place at the keyboards right next to Josh.

Darius looked down to fiddle with his guitar for a moment. He needed

something to do because he certainly didn't know what the hell to say!

Angel draped an arm around his shoulder and leaned into him. "Let's give

them something to talk about, yeah?"

Darius looked up and stopped biting his lower lip. Bad habit! "Most

definitely," yelling a little over the music the boys had started making without

him. Then with a deep breath he walked out onto the darkened stage to add his

guitar's voice to the mix.

CHAPTER 2

Tonight was what it was all about! The Dark Angels played a sold out show.

The crowd loved them. The band loved the crowd. It was a circle of energy

that, if Darius let it, would make him completely high. It was such a fucking

rush to have thousands of people screaming for you to do exactly what you

loved doing

He loved playing with these guys. They all really liked each other and it came

across during the shows. The guys teased each other mercilessly but it was

taken and given in good nature. Angel flirted with all of them like crazy on

stage.

Several times, Angel grabbed him so he could sing right into his face. Angel's

beautiful mouth hovered over his. Those soft lips were only a breath away but

always at the last second, Angel would turn away. It made the crowd go wild.

Fuck, truth be told, it made him go wild, but he wrote it off as the adrenaline

rush of doing the show.

It might have been Darius's imagination but tonight Angel's flirting and

attention seemed more focused on him. Not that it meant anything, the guy just

loved to play up the audience and the fan girls loved the live yaoi. Angel was

just doing exactly what Darius had said he could handle. He had agreed to

more physical flirting during the shows.

During the new ballad, Angel pulled him back against his chest to hold him

tight while Darius played his tried and true Stratocaster and he sang into the

mic. Angel had been encouraging him to sing in practices and the way he held

the microphone indicated that's what he wanted. So Darius gave in like he

always did when it came to Angel. He just couldn't seem to say no.

Darius sang with him, their cheeks pressed close together sharing the mic. He

never thought he had much of a voice, but the way his voice mixed with

Angel's, something different and unique was created.

He attributed his heart racing to the excitement of singing the unexpected duet,

not to the warmth he was feeling by being held in Angel's firm embrace. Being

about six inches taller, Angel smiled down at him singing right in his face as

Dare sang up at Angel. Angel gently brushed Dare's blond hair out of his eyes

causing his stomach to flip. Darius tried to ignore the tingle of whatever was

zinging through them or most likely zinging through only him. Angel was just

performing as usual...and so was he.

At the end of the song, Angel pulled his face close to his like he had done

several times tonight. Though instead of pulling back as he did in every other

time, he felt the hand on the back of his neck tighten. His head was held firmly

in place. Angel's eyes seemed to flash with heat. There seemed to be no escape

when Angel's sexy mouth met his lips. At least that's what he told himself as

Angel kissed him hard.

What a fucking kiss! He was rock hard by the time Angel pulled back to

impishly grin at him. Angel looked like quite pleased with himself, like he had

committed a delicious sin and was completely unrepentant. By the end of the

lip lock, his guitar had moved up onto his stomach allowing Angel's thigh to

press against him. There was no way he could hide the fact that his dick was

trying to bust out of his black jeans. Angel bent to lick his tongue teasingly

across his lower lip before kissing him once more. Darius barely heard the

deafening roar of the approving crowd.

What the hell was wrong with him? His body just kept betraying him when it

came to Angel. It makes no sense! I'm straight! But that kiss, uhn...

Dare would have stumbled if Angel hadn't held him tight against his gorgeous

tall body until his balance returned. Angel's eyes sparkled at Darius before he

winked at him. Angel turned to talk to the audience about the next song.

Damn it to hell! Angel noticed. He tried his damnedest to focus on the music

but he was a freaking wreck. He shouldn't react this much to a stage kiss!

Angel had planted a couple of ‘show' kisses on him before, but tonight

everything seemed more real. More…intense…just more.

His hands were trembling as he tried to play the right chords on his Fender.

Darius knew it didn't mean anything. It was just for the crowd. Right? But the

kiss! What a fucking kiss! Hottest ever. Nothing wrong with being gay, I just

happen to be straight. Always have been but Angel just make me feel

things…Fuck it! It is just the energy of the show.

Darius ignored the questions his mind kept asking about what happened before

the show. That was just...a fluke! He got out of his head and settled back into

one of the best shows The Dark Angels had ever given.

After the halfway point, Angel slowed it down for the band so everyone could

catch their breath. The audience loved watching Angel strut around the stage

introducing each member of the Dark Angels while flirting and teasing.

Angel leaned over brown haired bass player's shoulder, as the guy went off on

a mad musical riff. When he was done, Angel said, "This is Josh. He's our bass

player. But the boy can play any instrument he touches." Angel laughed and

batted his eyes at the audience. His voice dropped down to sexy as he said,

"I've got an instrument he could play." Angel leaned onto Josh's back and

arched like a cat in heat. Josh playfully shrugged as Angel pushed off from

him. The audience was loud with approving laughter.

Angel sauntered over to Robin, behind the keyboards. Robin's appearance

seemed to contradict his quiet sweet personality. His wild blue and green

shimmering peacock colored hair fanned his face like a lion's mane and his use

of makeup gave him something to hide behind. One would think someone who

looked the way Robin did would have attitude, but the poor kid looked like he

wanted to hide as Angel reached him. He looked much younger than his

twenty-two years. It was amazing he could perform at all because he was so

unbearably shy.

Clearing his throat, Angel got everyone's attention. "This lovely creature is

Robin. Josh's brother." Angel looked him up and down as if he was appraising

all of Robin's assets. Angel looked out to the audience with his sexy smile,

"Okay, not his brother by blood." He made the words sound utterly filthy. "But

same birth date just a year apart and I know some of you naughty tartlets like

to refer to them as ‘twins'." Shaking his head in mock disapproval. He pointed

out several graphic banners for the "twins" to get together in the biblical sense.

Grinning at the audience, Angel's voice dropped to just plain dirty. "That's just

wicked of you my sweet ones! Wicked!"

The fans loved the history between Robin and Josh. Josh's abusive father was

also Robin's stepfather. They may not have been blood but were tied together

tight. They grew up in the same crazy household without even mothers to

protect them. They clung to each other and still did. The fans just ate it up.

The crowd went crazy so he waited for the audience to settle back down.

"Robin works our keyboards and is a very talented song writer. He wrote many

of the lyrics on the album." Robin played a little but didn't really like showing

off his musical ability like the rest of the band so Angel didn't push him. Angel

grinned and then said, "Looks and writing ability." Angel sighed dramatically.

His head fell as he hammed it up. "I so need to get laid," Angel whined as he

shook his head. The audience went crazy, most of them raising their hands to

volunteer.

Angel tossed the long section of black hair that fell into his face back into

place as he strutted across the stage. He pointed with his microphone at The

Dark Angel's drummer. Bringing the mic back to his face, Angel told the

audience, "That is my oldest friend, Dusty. Dustin Davis." Dusty took the

moment, while the audience was shouting for him, to do a rocking drum solo.

"Very nice Dusty. He's a bit of a... show off." Dustin's chest gleamed with

sweat and shined from the oil that had been applied before the performance.

"But hey, I can't say anything, that boy knows way too much about me." Angel

blew a kiss in Dusty's direction, which Dusty caught in the air and placed it on

his cheek. Dusty, in turn kissed one of his drumsticks and threw the air kiss to

Angel. The audience went off again screaming and yelling their heads off.

Angel paused as he looked over at Darius, looked at the audience then back

over at Dare. Angel slowly walked across the stage to him and his guitar.

Angel threw an arm around him and said, "This here is Darius Stone.

Everyone calls him Dare." Angel released his hold on him so Darius could

give a little careless riff on the instrument. Angel circled around him and

licked his lips as if he were looking at a tasty treat. "I call him hot as hell!" He

smiled at the audience and arched his eyebrow. The audience, as expected,

screamed and shouted in agreement.

Darius knew what was coming but they had only talked it through in practice.

Tonight would be the very first time they did the song this way. Angel

convinced him that they would be giving the audience something special if the

first time was in front of them. Granted all he needed to do was stand there but

thinking about what Angel was going to do made his gut twist up tight. His

dick went hard again.

Angel circled him again rubbing up against him. He nodded to Dusty and got

the beat to start the next song. This song was just released as a single and

rocketed to number one on the Billboard charts, so they had wanted add a little

something to the performing of it. Their manager suggested they ‘tart it' up a

bit. It was that recommendation that had increased the physical flirting. So far

the fans were loving it.

Angel sang in his clear gorgeous voice. "I want to love you! I want to fuck

you!" Angel got behind him and thrust his clothed body into his as the music

took off. Circling to the front of Darius who was clutching his guitar, Angel

dropped down onto his knees in front of him. Angel grinned wickedly as he

looked up and sang, "I want to suck you!" Angel moved in a way that looked

like he was giving the guitar player head. He slowly rose up to his feet, turned

and pulled him to the side so the audience could see both of them in profile.

His voice dropped to sing almost softly, "I want to kiss you..." The music

soared and so did his heart as Angel's mouth captured his in a hot wet French

kiss. It was decided to extend the music here because they knew the fans

would go ape shit over the kiss. Darius tried so hard to play the right chords,

but the tongue in his mouth erased all the notes, so he failed.

When Angel pulled away licking his lips, he smirked because he caught the

errors in the music. Angel looked out at the fans who were practically losing

their minds, before turning to face him. "I want to lick you." Angel ran his

hand through Dare's blond mop of hair before latching on to it to pull it tightly

to the side exposing his neck. Angel's tongue licked a long wet line from the

base of his throat to his chin.

Darius tried to stifle the moan but couldn't. Nor could he hide the shiver that

raced over his body. Angel gave him a tiny smile then a quick kiss on the

mouth before continuing the song. "But he doesn't want me." Angel pulled

away from him as if it were physically painfully to lose contact. Angel moved

to sing his despair to the audience. "No. He doesn't need me... That's the pain

of my love..."

Darius looked back at their drummer, on the drummer's ‘throne' as Dusty

dubbed it. Dusty smirked down at him while providing the rapid backbeat of

the song. Dusty didn't do anything, but his smile told him he knew Darius's

secret.

There was no secret! Although for months, the media had been trying to turn

his friendship with Angel into a more than a platonic bromance so they could

suggest a hot passionate gay love affair within the band. Why I have to

continually remind people I'm straight, I haven't a clue. Do I act gay? Okay, I

guess I could see how my enthusiastic flirting back at Angel onstage could be

misinterpreted. Whatever! It is just for the show. This is Rock and Roll!

Angel was reportedly bisexual. Though sometimes, he wondered if Angel took

a girl to bed on occasion only because he hated disappointing anyone. Once he

walked in on Angel fucking some guy while the guy was inside the girl. It was

quite a scene but clearly Angel's attention remained on the male not the

female. But he was sticking to the bi-sexual excuse because it was still easier

to accept open sexuality in the music business than being straight up gay, at

least in the United States.

Darius kept saying he was a hundred percent straight, but no one seemed to

be believing it. Of course, it made Darius even more paranoid about his

inappropriate thoughts and actions. It was like he needed to keep finding

evidence to prove to those around him that he was straight. He continually

rationalized to everyone including himself. He had decided it didn't count as

being gay to have sexual thoughts about someone of the same sex. He faulted

Angel and his way of just oozing sex. Angel could give the Pope carnal

thoughts!

Certainly if thoughts didn't count, dreams didn't count either. After all, you

aren't in control of them. And so what, if sometimes his mind would drift to a

guy while he was having sex with a woman or finding a little solo stress relief?

Okay, not just a random guy but to Angel. His thoughts always went to Angel.

He had always decided none of that meant he was gay. It didn't. It couldn't. For

all of his twenty-eight years Darius liked girls. Hell, he loved girls.

This time the rationalization faltered because of what happened before the

show. Darius did his best. Whatever happened prior to the show was just

whatever. It was nothing. It was a sexual situation. Anyone would have been

turned on and so what, I got a hand job. Big deal! I wasn't going to think

about how for the last six months I wondered what it felt like to be topped by

Angel. I wasn't going to think about that kiss. Nope, I wasn't thinking. I was

playing music in front of thousands of fans.

The show was drawing to a close. The stage went dark and the audience went

silent. Impressive, considering there were thousands of fans out there and just

a moment ago their screams neared deafening levels. But they knew how

Angel Luv closed The Dark Angels' shows. They waited patiently for Angel to

change.

A single spot light slowly brightened over Angel's blue and green peacock

colored wings, his oiled upper body and his black leather pants. Head lowered,

his body spoke the language of pure despair. The audience gasped as he finally

raised his head. They could see his face now.

He looked utterly lost. The lead singer became a dark angel cast from Heaven

for his unforgivable sins. In this moment, Angel was the embodiment of pure

undiluted loss. Darius quietly gave him the cords he needed to give them their

Anthem of Heartbreak.

As he watched from stage right playing his guitar, it always felt like Angel

opened his vein pouring out all of his pain, loneliness, and despair. His fans

watched breathlessly as Angel's sweet voice sang out their anguish. The

devastation they had experienced echoed in the words he sang to them. Real

tears rolled down Angel's face as he sang the words that most tried to hide

from the rest of the world. He fearlessly showed himself and the damage that

everyone has buried deep within their souls. It hurt every time he watched

Angel do it. Robin would never talk about why the song was written, but it

was clearly based on experience of a love lost and never to be recaptured.

Darius's eyes went over to the ‘twins.' Robin had tears tracing down his sweet

face as he focused all of his attention on his keyboard. Josh just looked like his

heart was being ripped out as he stared at Robin and played the deep sad

melody. Didn't matter how many times they did this song, everyone was

always deeply affected by it. Hell, even Dusty got choked up.

As he played the music that was seared into his soul, it was hard to believe a

little over a year ago, he was playing in a New York City dive bar. He

remembered it like it was yesterday. It was a Friday night and the crowd he

was playing for was pretty wild. Half way through the set, some mad man

jumped on the stage and told the audience they should enjoy Darius while they

could, because soon he would coming with him to make rock history. Rock

history, he actually used that term. He had no idea who Angel was at the time.

No one did. Not yet.

During the break, Darius was compelled to walk over to where Angel was

leaning against the wall just watching his approach. The conversation that

would dramatically change his life was ridiculously short.

Angel grinned at him and introduced himself. "I'm Angel Luv." Angel caught

his questioning smile at the unique name and shrugged. "Hippie parents." He

got right back to business. "You are exactly what I need. What The Dark

Angels need." Angel continued with complete and total seriousness. "We are

going to crash through the barriers of music and change things up. If you want

to help us shatter things be at this address tomorrow at eleven." Angel pushed

a piece of paper with an address in upstate New York into Darius' front pocket.

Angel reached out to his face and gently pushed a chunk of hair that had fallen

over his eye behind his ear. Angel grinned. "You are even prettier up close."

Before he could say anything, Angel turned on his boot heel and left.

The next day Darius jumped a bus and went. He heard The Dark Angels play

and that was it. There was no choice. He knew The Dark Angels was where he

belonged. It felt like he had finally found a musical home. The sound was

everything that was missing from music today. Apparently, the rebel of the

rock revolution had found him.

Darius was brought back to the present, as that rebel sang the final words to

the song. Angel crumbled down onto the floor. His wings spread out behind

him. It was as if he had given them all he had to offer and could no longer

even stand up.

Usually they would do a pure musical encore without Angel to give him a

chance to put himself back together again. By the second stage call Angel

usually joined the band and they gave the audience a happier song to end the

show.

CHAPTER 3

The band pushed through the backstage crowd to get to Angel's dressing room.

Roadies kept his dressing room empty of groupies, stagehands, VIPs, press,

and whoever else thought they needed to see them immediately after they

performed. Megan, the band's manager and number one advocate had decided

long ago that the boys needed a little time to come down off the high of the

stage before facing other people.

Each band member picked different locations to crash in. Dusty sat down hard

in the torn suede chair. Darius fell into the couch as Angel crashed down right

next to him, moving closer so their bass player could sit down. Robin took the

other suede chair closest to Josh so their knees were also touching. Megan

came breezing in tossing a bottle of water to each of them.

Dusty looked over at Darius with a smirk. "Hey, Dare. You batting for the

other team now or what?" Dusty loved to stir up shit.

Dare rolled his eyes at the mouthy drummer. Even though that did appear to be

a valid question.

Angel kicked at Dusty's shin. "Shut up, Dust."

"Ow!" Dusty tried to keep a straight face. "What? I thought he was going to let

you do a tonsillectomy right there on stage."

Josh cracked up and bit his lip, trying not to laugh when he caught the daggers

Angel was tossing his way. So he looked over at Robin, who pushed his leg

into Josh's giving support and a warning at the same time.

Turning back to Dusty, Angel asked, "Jealous?" His voice dripped with stage

flirtation as he leaned forward to put a hand on Dusty's knee.

Dusty shook Angel's hand off. "You wish," Dusty said while chuckling at his

oldest friend.

Angel looked at him and laughed. "I bet you do."

Dusty threw the water bottle cap at Angel's head. It hit and bounced off onto

the floor.

"Jesus, you guys need to grow up," Dare said wanting to stop this whole

conversation. Darius didn't want to think right now. He wanted to enjoy the

glow of the performance.

Robin quietly said, "Megan's here." Turning his sweet smile to their manager,

he added, "Hey, M," as if she hadn't been hanging out waiting for them to stop

their bickering.

She smiled at Robin and squeezed his shoulder. "Hey, sweetie!" Then she

turned to the entire band and fairly shouted, "Wonderful, boys! Simply

wonderful!" She smiled at each one of them.

Megan had been with The Dark Angels since the beginning. It was her belief

in the band and hard work that got the band openings needed. She tapped

Dusty on the knee. "Good job on that solo, baby. Hydrate!" She insisted they

all drank water right after the show to replace what they had sweated out. It

was almost funny, her neurotic need to give The Dark Angels H2O after a

show, but they always complied. They had learned long ago it was just easier

that way. She could be hell on wheels.

Her big blue eyes landed on Angel and Darius. Megan was totally focused on

the twosome as she spoke. "Whatever that was," she waved her hand in the

general direction of the stage, "Keep it coming. The crowd loved it!" She

squealed. "Hell, I loved it! It was like watching live yaoi!" She giggled.

Dusty's face screwed up in confusion. "What the fuck is ya- wee?" His

pronunciation left something to be desired.

Darius gave a quick laugh but didn't answer the question.

Angel looked over at him with a smirk. The singer was the one who originally

educated him on this manga type. "It's Japanese gay porn!"

Dusty snorted in surprise and Megan began a quick denial.

"It is not, Angel!" Megan protested stamping her foot prettily.

Angel continued his educational lecture as if Megan had not spoken. "It is a

type of manga that translates literally into ‘boy love'." Seeing Dusty's face of

disgust, he clarified. "No! Ew! Not like that. You are a damned pervert!" He

chuckled. "Everyone is of legal age, that's just the literal Japanese to English

translation. It is beautifully drawn art work of pretty pictures of boys doing

naughty things with each other and here in America it is a style of erotic

novels." Angel's hand fell onto Darius's knee as he slowly started to slide up

his leg. He smirked at Megan and said, "The nastier the better. Isn't that right,

Megan?"

Dare stopped Angel's hand before it reached its apparent goal. Angel gave him

a fake pout but then threw his arm behind his head. He was glad his shirt was

long enough to hide the erection that pounded at his zipper. His body was

becoming as unruly as a thirteen-year-old's around Angel. He seemed to be

getting erections at the oddest times.

She blushed a bit and fairly growled at him. "Yes, Angel. You are correct."

She rolled her eyes at him then continued to explain it to Dusty. "Originally

the artists and writers were mostly Japanese women and it is geared towards

females. However, there a number of writers who write in the genre, just not in

a comic book format."

Dusty shook his head. "Pretty boys screwing each other for females? What the

fuck?" The ‘f' word seemed to be Dusty's go to word of the day.

Darius could see Dusty was adding yaoi to his Internet research list. Dusty

may not have gone to college but he educated himself via the Internet on just

about every subject. Usually there wasn't a question Dusty couldn't answer or

fact he couldn't recall. It was quite disturbing. The guy was genius level smart.

That probably explained why he never really got into the groupie scene.

Maybe it was even the reason why he never had a serious girlfriend; no one

was smart enough for him. No one could follow his train of thought that

typically ran off the rails on any subject that was remotely related to the

conversation at hand.

Dusty never liked being out of the loop. He frowned. "I have never heard of

this genre of manga. I have got to get online." Dusty shook his head. His hands

lifted his sweaty long blond hair to cool his neck.

"Told you! You are so gay." Angel chirped cheerfully. They were back to their

old senseless debate. Angel came out to Dusty in high school and ever since he

tried to convince Dusty he was gay too. Darius could never tell if Angel

believed that or if he was just pulling Dusty's chain.

"You wish, Luv!" Dusty retorted.

Angel laid his head on Darius's shoulder as he spoke to Dusty. "Ha! Not quite.

But I highly recommend it."

Darius moved his head to look down at Angel's sparkling eyes full of mischief

as he teased the drummer.

Everyone cracked up. Dare's laugh might have been a little tense, but it was

hard to laugh when all the blood had pooled in his lower region. Why did his

body react like this to Angel's nearness?

Tommy knocked once. The kid opened the door and stepped in quickly so he

could keep all the people who were trying to push into the room out. The kid

looked so young, probably more so because he was painfully shy.

Darius could barely hear him when he spoke. "Angel, everything is set."

Tommy had just graduated college but had a serious lack of confidence,

especially when Angel pulled him off of the usual roadie grunt work.

Angel smiled at him. "Thanks, Tom. I can always count on you." He lifted his

head off Dare's shoulder and grinned into his face. "You are coming with me,"

he stated as if it were a decree from on high.

"Ang!" Dusty sounded disapproving but since he was like the mother hen of

the group he was easily ignored.

"What?" Darius finished the bottle of water he was drinking and tossed it in

the recycling can across the room. "Three points."

Josh interjected. "Only two points. You are too close for a three pointer."

Darius shrugged, holding up three fingers to Josh. "It was across the room."

Josh shrugged and touched Robin's water bottle indicating he should drink

more.

Angel pointedly ignored the others and spoke to him, "Dare, we are going to

Bali to finish off the next album." Angel didn't make that a question. "Robin

already wrote a number of songs and pieces of others with you. We can work

on the arrangements and add a few more."

"Huh? Who is going where?" He shook his head causing his side parted blond

hair to flip back into place. He was trying to catch up.

Angel rolled his pretty eyes at Darius. "You and I. I have a villa rented at a

private resort." Angel looked at Tommy. "Or I should say Tom rented it for

me. Thanks again man for all the extra work."

Dusty shook his head in annoyance and got up to get another water bottle. As

he passed by it sounded like he muttered, "Mistake."

"No problem, Angel." Tom smoothly supplied the name. "Barung Barung is

the name of the resort." He smiled at Angel. "It means butterfly."

Angel grinned back at some joke between them. "Right. So we hang out at the

resort and polish those songs you and Robin have been working on. Then we

can write a few more."

Darius was surprised Angel knew he was working on their music with Robin.

He hadn't said anything. They hadn't discussed it at all. Bali? Alone with

Angel? His thoughts went to what happened before the show and his stupid

heart was racing a bit at the very idea of more of those same opportunities. His

head was in the process of reminding his body that he was straight and it was

work.

Dusty's prior disapproval gone and was replaced with teasing. Dustin

pretended offense but his laughing green eyes gave him away. "Oh, sure Luv.

Go to Bali with your kissing, licking stage boyfriend but you leave your best

friend here all alone." Dustin made an effort to frown but it appeared to be too

much effort to cover his grin.

Everyone knew Angel and Dusty didn't make a move without consulting each

other. They were best friends and clearly this wasn't the first Dusty had heard

of Bali. Darius tramped down a bit of the senseless jealousy that always

seemed at the surface when he thought about the closeness between Angel and

Dusty.

Angel ignored Dusty's whine and focused on him. "Dare, I need you. I have a

few songs in my head and you can help shake them loose."

Dusty muttered something under his breath that sounded like, "You can help

shake something else too." But Dare couldn't be sure.

"What about Robin?" Darius was a team player. He looked over at the quiet

guy and wanted to be clear that he didn't want the guy to be cut out. Robin was

the true writer, the real talent.

Robin looked uncomfortably over at Josh. "I can't go. Stuff to do here," his

voice trailed off.

"But they are mostly your songs," the guitar player argued.

Robin looked away and blushed. "We can email back and forth." His eyes

darted back to Josh who was carefully studying his water bottle not saying

anything.

Angel asked as if he didn't already know the answer, "High speed internet at

the resort, Tommy?"

Tommy answered quickly, "Of course."

Darius sighed and sank deeper into the faux leather couch as Angel moved a

touch closer to him.

Angel gave him a smile that said that all excuses were eliminated. Darius was

all out of arguments. Angel's eyes twinkled as he pushed the idea. "No

distractions. Bali."

Dusty's barked out a laugh. "Right, no distractions." But he shut his mouth

when Angel's head turned to stare him down with an evil look.

Angel smiled as he turned back to him. "Bali." That one word said it all.

Without being able to help himself, he grinned back at the beautiful singer.

"Bali." Then after a moment's thought he warned, "But I want to see more than

just the villa."

Angel gave him his famous crooked smile as if he wasn't single minded when

it came to the music. "There are Hindi Temple dances in the evenings, beaches

a short drive away, and a monkey forest." As if on cue, Tommy opened his

green sack he always had slung over his shoulder and pulled out a Bali

guidebook. Darius snagged it to flip through the pages. It did look a lot like

paradise.

Angel tilted his head and asked the main question. "You in?"

He shrugged. What was he going to say? What could he say? He wanted to go.

He wanted to write songs with Angel and to see Bali...with Angel. Being alone

with Angel wasn't the main purpose but it would be interesting. "Yeah. When

do we leave?"

"Now. Tommy chartered us a plane. It's on standby." Angel smirked at him.

Running a hand through his blond hair, he opened his mouth to object about all

the details he needed to attend to. "I need to pack."

The assistant smiled sweetly and pointed to his bags. "All cleaned and ready to

go." Before he could ask, Tommy answered his question before he even asked

it. "Your keyboard is carefully packed in your carry on along with your iPod

and computer. I had the roadies carefully pack up your acoustic guitar as

well."

There was nothing more to say. All the details were attended to. He had no

excuses. When Angel wanted something to happen, it always did.

*****

Angel had chartered a private flight. It used to seem like an unnecessary

luxury but since they were recognizable worldwide, it was the only sane way

to travel. If the trip was too long for a bus ride, The Dark Angels always went

on private planes. Megan had brokered deals with several private airline

companies to share jet time so it wasn't as expensive as he had thought. It

didn't eliminate the crazy diehard fans at the airports but at least they wouldn't

be accosted on the plane. They could actually get some rest between shows.

The flight was uneventful and they actually got some much needed sleep. As

they were going in for the landing the pilot told them to look out of the

window on the right side of the plane. Angel moved over to Dare's side of the

plane to look out the window with him. Right there was the biggest damned

rainbow he had ever seen. It connected right to the island.

Angel was still leaning over him and grinned into his face. "They are flying

the rainbow flag just for us." His dark hair mixed with blond as he leaned over

to look.

He ignored the twist in his belly and rolled his eyes. "For you, you mean. Now

buckle up. We are landing."

"Yes, dearest." Angel grumbled and restrained himself into the seat.

CHAPTER 4

The villa in Bali was beautiful. The resort, Barung Barung, was filled with

butterflies. The creatures seemed to form their own greeting committee. They

could be seen floating about the open-air lobby and all around the grounds.

Angel and Darius were taken by golf cart down to the base of the mountain

and their private villa. It had a gorgeous pool overlooking the other side of the

ravine. It looked like a Balinese painting. He now understood why the art of

Bali seemed flat. The perspective of the steep gulches caused the trees to

flatten right out.

The villa was lovely. Ornately carved doors opened into a covered outdoor

room, which hosted a big day bed piled with vividly colored pillows that

looked out onto the mountain. It was a private shaped patio, which was cooled

by a fan above the overstuffed daybed.

The bellman pointed out the view. "It's quite lovely as the sun rises over the

hill. We recommend you have breakfast here." Walking across the room he

came to another large intricately carved door. He opened it and ushered them

into the living room where a bar, sofas and a flat screen graced the wall.

Through a swinging door was a tiny well equipped kitchen. "The kitchen and

bar are stocked with the items you requested, Mr. Luv."

Downstairs were two giant master bedrooms and an open-air bathroom. The

bathroom was covered but otherwise completely outside. The giant soaking

tub and shower were hidden in Balinese Palms and flowering vines. Even the

toilet stall was outside.

Angel quietly teased, "Looks big enough for two." Dare didn't respond but

couldn't help but think he was correct.

The place was quiet with a tranquil Zen-like feel to it.

After the bellman left them, they quickly unpacked. Bless Tommy, his stuff

was packed on hangers so he just hung them up and threw the underwear in the

drawer. He tossed his toiletries case in the bathroom.

They agreed to meet at the pool when they were done. Their rooms were

connected by a small sitting room with a dining table. The French doors led

out onto the patio and the private blue and gold tiled sparkling pool. Shaded

overstuffed lounge chairs and tables surrounded the water. Palm trees swayed

in the breeze. The pool area was so lovely it just called to you.

He changed into his trunks and jumped in. When Darius surfaced Angel

walked over to the edge to dip his foot in. "How is it?"

"Refreshing!"

"That means cold, huh?" Angel frowned.

He laughed at the look of disgust Angel made. "Dare!" Angel shouted as

Darius splashed him with a little water. Angel jumped back as if he were

allergic to water.

"How about we swim in one of the tubs?"

Dare was totally confused, so he asked, "What?"

"In the outside bathroom. Yours has a huge tub, right?" After his nod, the

singer continued, "Then let's swim in that until they fix the heat in the pool."

Why did Angel's casual suggestion make his stomach flutter? He didn't

understand, or maybe he just didn't want to understand. Getting out of the

pool, Dare felt brown eyes on him looking him up and down. The slow perusal

of his body quickened his heart and shortened his breath. Angel gave him one

of his sexy crooked smiles and handed him a big blue fluffy towel. Angel

watched as Darius wrapped a towel around his waist and then turned towards

his own room, leaving Angel to follow.

He started the tub while Angel called maintenance requesting they repair the

heater. Angel thanked the hotel staff and replaced the phone. He looked over at

him and told him, "The maintenance staff will go through the side gate so we

don't have to wait for them."

Darius ran his fingers through the long side of his blond hair trying not to feel

like prey. His flight or fight response was kicking in. It was stupid, but as

Angel walked across the room he felt like he was being stalked.

Angel bumped into him with a hip. "Come on, Dare. Our bath awaits."

Without another word, Angel pulled his black Speedos to his ankles and

stepped out of them. He picked them off the floor giving Darius quite the

view. Angel was simply lovely from every angle. His flawless skin over lean

muscle was sexy as hell.

Reclining back in the tub, Angel was just watching him through half closed

eyes. Must have added bubbles because the tub was full of suds. Dare realized

he was frozen in place, staring at Angel like a deer in headlights.

He knew he needed to move and to stop making such a big deal out of what

simply was not a big deal. Decisions. Do I strip off my trunks or just leave

them on? Why was it even a question? Without looking I know my dick is

telling tales on me. That got him moving. He almost slipped he moved so fast

getting in the tub, trunks and all. Angel laughed. Dare had never heard him

laugh so openly before. It was a musical unguarded sound and Darius craved

to hear it again.

He sank into the warm tub across from Angel with a sigh as the water caressed

him. Angel just watched him through hooded eyes. It was so quiet he could

hear the bubbles pop. The air was warm but comfortable. It was pretty cool to

be in a bathtub and look up past the shelter at the sky.

He would have been relaxing if his thoughts were not racing. I am in a tub

with Angel Luv and he is naked. He is laying there completely naked

surrounded in bubbles looking unbelievably delicious. This could be the next

cover of our album. Fuck! What the hell am I doing?

"Freaking out, straight boy?"

"No!" He answered too quickly and a little too loudly to be believed. His voice

even cracked. "Why should I be?"

Angel's foot reached out and caressed his calf. He let out a girlie yip as he

jumped in surprise.

Angel chided, "Calm down. Geez! I am not planning to attack you." Angel

grinned with a big teasing smile. "Unless you wanted me too." He sat up and

commanded, "Come here, Dare."

When he didn't move, Angel simply moved him so he was sitting between

Angel's outstretched legs. Angel put his strong hands on his shoulders and

squeezed. "Damn, you are wound tight." Angel massaged and kneaded the

knots out of his shoulders and neck.

He melted with a moan of pleasure before he realized it.

Angel asked, "Feel good, Dare?"

He nodded trying to convey without words how amazing his hands really felt.

He could hear Angel smile behind him.

"Good." Angel talked to him as he massaged the stress right out of him. "I

took a class once and almost got certified." Those amazing hands continued to

relax him until he was limp. Angel's hands went up and massaged his scalp. "I

always found the process of giving a massage very peaceful. I am focusing on

releasing areas where your chi is blocked." Angel's voice stroked inside his

head while his hands were massaging on the outside just about made him purr.

Angel stopped the massage and his head must have fallen back onto Angel's

shoulder at some point. He jumped when he realized Angel was holding him

against his chest. "Oh, sorry." He knew his face went deep red with

embarrassment. He just hoped the bubbles in the tub hid the source of his

discomfort.

Angel laughed at his silly reaction. "Shhh. It's okay, Dare. I won't bite

you...much."

He broke out from Angel's arms and returned to the opposite side of the garden

tub. Water splashed a bit at his hasty retreat. He struggled with what to say.

"You, um, you have great hands." Wanting to pull that right back after he said

it but was unable to do so. Waiting to see if he jumped on that.

"Thank you." Angel grinned at him as he lowered his eyes shyly.

That was all he said? There were so many flirtatious come-backs and all he

said was thank you? Who was he?

"Come on. Let's get dressed. There is a Temple Dance tonight." Angel's voice

matched his smile. Both were full of sweetness and warmth and it made his

stomach do flip-flops. "I promised you we would see more than just the villa."

Angel laughed as he stood up, naked. The bubbly water ran off his

well-developed body, tracing muscles as it slowly flowed back down into the

water. The star grinned at him without remorse as he stepped out of the tub,

giving Darius views he should never have of a man.

Dare sat there for a moment trying to pull himself together as the singer went

to get dressed. He tried to clear his mind but the image of Angel's perfect body

remained. He knew it was going to be a very interesting trip, on a number of

different levels.

CHAPTER 5

They headed to Ubud, the closest town, in the resort's mini-van. Angel took

the back seat and Dare sat on the middle bench seat with his back against the

sliding door so he could talk to Angel.

He was gazing out at the passing shops and all the different restaurants as they

got closer to the Temple. Then he noticed Angel had no makeup on. Angel

hadn't even lined his eyes. The whole time he had known the lead singer, he

couldn't remember seeing Angel without it. His eyes slipped down to checked

Angel's fingernails and they were devoid of polish. He looked back up at his

makeup-less face and realized Angel didn't need it; he was naturally beautiful.

Dare got lost in looking; couldn't help it, he knew he was staring at Angel but

couldn't seem to pull his eyes away.

Angel arched his perfectly shaped brow at him, and asked curiously, "Yes,

Dare? Care to share with the class?"

"No, I mean, um you don't have on your makeup." He didn't know why he was

stammering like an embarrassed fourteen-year old. Angel was his friend.

Angel tilted his head with a frown. "Is that a problem?" He sounded a little

defensive.

"No." He paused not knowing why this was getting so uncomfortable. "I mean

I just never saw you without. You always have at least your eyes lined."

Angel looked very self-conscious as he stated more than asked, "Bad, huh?"

Then he looked out of the window. The town shops seemed to interest him as

he bit into his plump lower lip.

Darius had never seen Angel with anything less than full on in your face rock

star attitude when it came to his confidence. So he had a strange but very

strong need to reassure Angel. "Nah, you always look good. I just haven't..."

Fuck! Couldn't he just shut the hell up? "You look good without it. You look

good with it." He blushed as he muttered, "You just always look good." Nope!

Obviously, shutting the hell up was beyond him. It was his turn to now take an

interest in staring out at the shops.

Angel seemed so pleased he laughed. "Well, thank you, Dare. That is nice of

you to say."

Darius knew when he was being teased so he didn't bother to respond for fear

of making himself look like more of an ass.

Kill me! Just kill me now! Yes, I find you fucking hot! Gorgeous, actually.

Makes no damned sense, but there it is.

They arrived at the Temple complex, which was ornately carved with flowers,

animals, and symbols. They couldn't enter the entire grounds beyond the open

pavilion because it was closed. So they went to the open pavilion where they

were doing the performance. Finding empty seats, they sat a bit off center in

the third row.

He was excited, looking forward to the performance. It had nothing to do with

feeling the heat of Angel's body pressed into his right side. It was the tight

seating that made his thigh push against Angel's causing it to feel way too

sexual.

It wasn't sexual. It had nothing to do with sex. He was insane since Angel was

just sitting there—but fuck! He smelled good too, so he tried not inhaling too

deeply.

Dare tried to focus on the upcoming performance. He hadn't really seen a show

he wasn't performing in for quite some time. Watching the musicians as they

filed in helped him avoid his own thoughts that were spinning in directions

they shouldn't be heading towards. The instruments being used looked to be

mostly percussion but there were several string instruments which were

beautiful.

Angel leaned closer to him. He tried not to react to the hot chills going through

his body from the effect of Angel's mouth right next to his ear as he whispered,

"Josh would love those instruments."

Darius smiled at him. "We should bring him some." He bet the kid could learn

to play them within a few days too.

Nodding, Angel leaned back. "These performances were originally contests to

see which town would be spared from sending men to the king's army. So they

were playing for their lives, literally."

Darius waited, thinking Angel was going to say more but the music started. He

could have sworn he felt the sweep of tongue lick inside his ear, but he must

have been mistaken. Darius caught himself sighing, again. Not because he was

disappointed that Angel moved away from his ear. It wasn't like he was

interested in feeling Angel's breath tickling his ear and neck. He wrote off the

ache in his lower belly as excitement...of the musical kind. His cock…he was

just going to ignore because there was no acceptable explanation for its

behavior.

A minute after the music started nearly a hundred bare-chested men came

walking down the aisle making a repeated sound with their mouths. Several

times they circled around the Temple interior before they stopped. With a

single word from the leader they sat down on the ground as one unit. These

males were of all ages, the youngest about eight-years-old, and some of the

older ones, at least eighty. Their voices worked a simple pattern of sounds into

an intricate melody. Soon the performers entered and were singing and

dancing the story of the Ramayana. It was mesmerizing.

He tried to focus on the performance but Darius couldn't resist stealing a

glance over at Angel, who was totally into it. His lead singer looked younger

and more vulnerable without his face painted. Somehow he seemed more

approachable. He was less of the rock god and more man. Though still the

most gorgeous male he had laid eyes on.

Angel must have seen his stare out of the corner of his eye because he turned

towards him with a big smile. Then he faced the performance again. Angel's

hand found his and squeezed it for a brief second, emphasizing his happiness.

Dare swallowed hard when he realized how very happy he was to be sharing

this experience with the man beside him.

He kept his head facing towards the performance but his eyes kept looking at

Angel. It was ridiculous. He usually attributed his not being able to stop

staring at Angel to his fabulous use of makeup, his interaction with people, or

his awesome stage presence. But in this case, Angel was bare faced, just sitting

there, and Dare's eyes still refused to find another vision to focus on. There

were beautiful dancers and talented musicians but he found it was a struggle to

watch the show.

If he could have focused he knew he would have appreciated the show. The

women were lovely and built precisely how they should be. Each should have

drawn him in as they were his exact type, but they didn't. The costumes were

beautiful with elaborate headpieces. He was amazed they were able to dance

with them perched on their heads. Men swayed in a hypnotic fashion providing

captivating music to the story danced out in the middle of them.

Angel turned. Darius was pretty sure he caught him staring once again, but he

wasn't positive. Angel leaned in slowly. Darius' breath hitched as he thought

Angel was going to kiss him. But instead he whispered in his ear again. Breath

tickled his inner ear.

Oh fuck! When did his ears and neck become so sensitive? As his lips moved

they grazed the lobe. Dare's cock went inappropriately hard. He tried to stop

his body's reaction, and hear what the hell Angel was saying.

The dark haired man grinned knowingly at him before leaning in to repeat

himself. "I said, what do you think?" Angel pulled back to look at him. His

lips were so close to him.

He couldn't help it; he got closer to Angel so he could whisper back into his

ear. "Awesome." Dare tried not to make it obvious that he was inhaling

Angel's scent as he slowly sat back.

Darius bit back a sigh at the loss. He was starting to sound like a lovesick cow.

What the hell is wrong with me? His dick throbbed willfully in his pants—not

the answer he wanted. He returned his attention to the dance, trying to focus

on the musical notes of the performance right in front of him in an attempt to

will away his problem. He had little success.

Angel looked at him curiously as if he were trying to understand, then his eyes

fell to his lap. Darius flushed with embarrassment because he knew there was

no way the other guy missed his issue. Angel smirked and turned back to

watch the performance.

Fuck me! No! No! Bad choice of words!

CHAPTER 6

By the time they got back to the villa, Darius was blaming his strange

reactions to Angel on exhaustion and jet lag. But he knew sleep was a long

way off. He was oddly wired with energy.

"You want to watch some TV?" Angel asked.

Darius was trying not to be annoyed at himself for the strange reactions to

Angel. Maybe the stupid box would take his head out of his ass. "Sure," he

said as he walked into the kitchen to grab them both some water. He returned

to the living room but stopped at the doorway.

When Angel saw his hesitation to enter the living room, he waved him over.

"Come here. Have a seat. I figured you might enjoy this since you got hot over

those dancers." Darius walked over and sat on the far end of the couch not

taking his eyes off the screen.

Trying to shut his mouth, which was gaping open as he watched the busty

blonde giggle before she went down on the repairman. When Angel said TV,

Darius didn't think he meant porn. Porn and television were two very different

activities. But there on the TV was a guy and a busty blonde giving him oral

sex.

He swallowed. Well, yeah. That was a good reason for my cock's crazy

response tonight. Yeah, my body got hard over the beautiful female

performers.

Angel didn't expect a response. He went right on talking which was good

because Darius felt like he'd entered the world of the surreal. "Maybe you can

explain this to me." Angel gestured to the television.

"Explain what?" He barely recognized the husky quality of his own voice.

"Sex? I know you don't need a teacher when it comes to sex." Damn, I know

firsthand. Bad choice of words. What is wrong with me? Why am I baiting

him? Or is it flirting? Either way, not appropriate. Angel is my friend, not to

mention kinda my boss.

The dark hair man rolled his eyes and chuckled. "No, wise ass, I mean women.

What is that guy getting out of that?"

"Come on, Angel. You've slept with women, I have seen you."

"Have you, now? Do you spy on me often?" His index finger found his temple

as he turned to look at him. Then those long eyelashes batted at him to tease

further.

"No, I mean...you know I have seen you leaving parties with girls. Mostly

guys, but sometimes there are girls in the mix." Why do I sound jealous? Fuck,

what is wrong with me? I am jealous.

Angel just gave him a sexy smile and watched him for a moment. In the

background, Darius heard the sucking wet moans of the blonde's mouth, but he

was staring at Angel's lips, watching as he formed words that probably made

sentences. "Usually I let the guy who is with us deal with the female." Angel

spoke as if sex with a woman might have been mildly disgusting.

He was surprisingly pleased by that admission. Darius couldn't stop the

laughter that erupted at the look on that lovely face.

Angel pursed his full lips. "What? I just don't understand what you breeders

find so appealing. So explain it." He turned to the screen and pointed. "Like

that. You can't tell me a woman can give better head than a guy. Drooling like

that takes away all the friction. Her cheeks aren't hollowed so she isn't really

sucking. I guess it's not really her fault, she doesn't have the same equipment,

so she doesn't know what feels good," Angel concluded, cutting the woman

some slack. "Ew! Why is she spitting on him? That's just disgusting!"

He looked at the screen and the blonde was spitting on the guy's cock before

deep throating him again. That was kind of gross but the BJ was sexy. Right?

He looked beyond the act; she did not look like she was enjoying it one bit.

Although when she knew the camera was on her she acted like she was in the

throes of an orgasm, but for one or two seconds her true feelings were clear.

She was barely tolerating the activity. He almost felt bad for her.

Angel continued. "I mean look at her; she wants to be doing anything other

than sucking on that cock. He looks like he's trying to enjoy her efforts but

how can he when she is so sloppy. She isn't even giving him any suction."

Angel critiqued as he shook his head. "So why is a woman better than a guy

going down on you?"

He seriously thought about it for a bit, trying to come up with why. His eyes

kept falling down to look at Angel's pretty lips. He couldn't stop himself about

wondering what that would be like. What would Angel's mouth feel like on his

cock? No! It came down to one simple answer. The only answer that should

matter.

"Cause I am straight."

"Is that an answer? Or a cop out?" Angel turned back around to look at him

with a smirk. His gorgeous brown eyes pinned Darius down as if he could read

every one of Darius's wayward thoughts.

He stared back at Angel, not blinking as if they were in a staring contest. He

always thought Angel's flawless eye makeup highlighted his eyes, making

them look big. But now Angel wore no guy liner or shadow. Angel's eyes were

huge and beautiful, soulful even. Makeup had nothing to do with it.

Maybe he was responding even more so because this was the real Angel, not

just the fantasy he projected for his fans, and an image for the media. Dare was

almost too lost to understand the next question he was asked.

Angel repeated the question. "Have you ever let a guy suck you off?"

Dare choked and coughed before answering. "Of course, I haven't."

"So how do you know if a woman is better at sucking you off than a man?"

He pointed to himself with his thumbs as he stated one basic fact. "Again,

straight guy." Although his dick had hardened to the point of pain, he knew it

had nothing to do with the busty blonde giving head on the flat screen. This

has to be just a side effect of being so overtired. Doesn't it?

Angel moved closer to him as his eyebrow arched and his sexy mouth quirked

up on one side. "Really?" He questioned him.

Darius breath hitched and he licked his lips as he tried to swallow past the

lump in his throat. Darius nodded because his voice was gone.

Angel got very close to his face before he spoke again. "Well, that's a damn

shame..." He leaned back and licked his lips. Darius's eyes traced where

Angel's wicked tongue licked before he finished his thought. "For both of us."

Dare inhaled loudly and tried to close his mouth. Angel pursed his lips

innocently at him before turning his head back to watch the sex act on the

screen. They sat there for a while. He was staring at the TV but he really didn't

see it. When the porn starlet was in the throes of yet another faked orgasm

from the erratic pounding her co-star was giving her, Angel went over to the

TV.

"Mind if I put in a different DVD?" He asked sweetly and innocently as if he

were not talking about changing it to another porno.

Dare just shook his head ‘no'. His heart was racing again, nervous wondering

what Angel might be putting in the DVD player. Angel was searching through

a little black case of DVDs. It must be his private collection. In a way, he

wanted to see what Angel wanted to watch. He was curious to see what the

man found sexy.

"Tell me what you think of this one," Angel said with a smirk then returned to

the overstuffed leather couch and sat right next to him so that their thighs were

touching.

The DVD opened with a bar scene. Two men were dancing and having a good

time. The next scene they were moving to the bathroom, and damn it all if they

didn't go right into a stall. The shorter blond dropped to his knees, unzipped

the other guy's pants and proceeded to give an amazingly hot looking blowjob.

No preamble just a hard cock in a hot mouth. It wasn't just a blowjob either, it

was as if he were making love to the cock in front of him. His mouth caressed

and sucked as his tongue licked. The actor engulfed the rigid staff in his mouth

and deep throated it. The guy getting the blowjob loved it. He had his hands on

the head of the guy sucking him and he was pulling his mouth down on him.

Hard. Fast. The guy giving the head was enjoying the hell out of it. He wasn't

pretending. He wasn't acting. He was totally into taking that cock into his

mouth to love it right down his throat. The camera panned down to show that

his cock was out of his pants and it was standing at complete attention waiting

for its turn. He completely gave his mouth over to the guy he was blowing

without reservation.

In all honesty, Darius had never had that kind of blowjob. The guy giving the

pleasure was doing so slavishly as if he couldn't do anything other than to give

ecstasy to the cock in front of him. Darius knew he never had his cock made

love to like that, ever.

It took him a minute to realize Angel was watching him closely. When he

finally turned to his curious friend, he quickly closed his mouth that had been

hanging open.

Angel asked him in a seductive whisper. "Hot, isn't it?" His index finger back

on his temple and that patented sexy rock star look was on his beautiful face.

Darius's eyes closed briefly as he nodded his head in agreement.

They watched a little bit more. Dare was trying not to pant but sitting so close

to Angel made his cock do things it shouldn't. Angel's body was near enough

that he could hear him breathe. He was trying so hard to focus on controlling

his breathing, but it was a losing battle especially with what was being played

out in front of him.

Angel bumped into the side of his body that was up against his. "Hey, Dare?"

Darius turned to look at him. Angel's eyes were hooded and he licked his lips.

Oh Fuck! He licked his full red lips with his wicked little pink tongue. He felt

himself leaning closer to him, waiting for Angel to do something.

"Mind if I..." He pointed down at his pants, which were tented with the

massive length of his cock.

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.

CHAPTER 7

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.

He stopped at the door and waited nervously. Angel must have read his

thoughts. The next thing out of his mouth was meant to calm. "Don't worry, I

don't plan on compromising your virtue. I just think we will be more

comfortable here. What do you want to see?"

When Dare went into Angel's bedroom, the mirror image of his own, he was

handed a large binder containing a ton of TV shows, many of which they had

missed due to touring. He flipped through a nice variety. Angel had some good

dramas and some of his favorite comedies.

"What haven't you seen?"

"I haven't seen any of them. I figured we would watch them over the course of

our hiatus. So you pick the first show." Angel tossed his tee shirt but left on his

thin jersey shorts. Angel smiled as he laid down on the bed scooting under the

fluffy white duvet. He had cranked the air up so the big blanket would feel

cozy in the cool room.

"How about this one?" He was holding up the first True Blood disc. While the

tabloids were off base, Angel wasn't obsessed with vampires, but Darius knew

he adored them.

"Sure." Angel smiled at him with excitement. "Surprised you didn't go for The

Office. I have both versions in there. I thought I should be educated on the

differences between the original and the US version."

The fact that Angel remembered he had said he loved both the English and

American versions, but for different reasons, took him by surprise. Angel

seemed to want to understand his reasons. It flattered him to think he wanted

to understand him better. That conversation had taken place more than six

months ago. Even he barely remembered it. It was stupid, but it touched him

that Angel did.

He smiled over at Angel. "Nah. Let's start with blood suckers." He continued

to check out his collection. "I see you have the network vampire one too.

Vampire Diaries." He couldn't withhold the smirk. This one was more geared

towards eighth grade girls.

Angel actually blushed at wanting to watch a show that was clearly made for

tweens. "Yeah. What can I say? I love vampires, ask any of the rags, they will

tell you it's my obsession." Angel laughed at the bizarreness of some of the

rumors surrounding him.

"Why?" He asked as he was putting the disc into the player. He ran his fingers

through the blond flip of his hair as he slowly walked back over to bed.

"What's not to love? Eternally beautiful creatures searching for love, having a

dark craving they are helpless to resist, struggling against the obstacles to find

bliss. Isn't that what we all want?" Angel laughed a little bitterly then said,

"Except they actually get it, you know. Unlike real life, they usually get the

happily ever after."

Right then, Angel looked so sad and alone. It reminded him of the song he

closed the show with every time. He saw the heartbroken fallen angel,

crumbled and shattered, in that one look.

Darius didn't know what to say. It was as if he were struck dumb. Everyone

thought Angel had it all together and that he really enjoyed playing the

bi-sexual man whore. But in that moment, Dare knew all Angel really wanted

was to find love; to have his happily ever after.

Angel looked away from him as if he were seeing things he had no intention of

sharing. Angel confessed, "That's why I named the band after them. Vampires

are beautiful angels tormented by their dark needs. The suffering they endure

is insurmountable and yet as enthralling as it is dark."

He'd always wondered about the band name. Angel would never say. It drove

the tabloids and musical rags crazy. "So why do you avoid answering that

question when it's asked? It seems like that's a great reason."

Angel shrugged with a careless smile. "Not their business. And mystery is

good." He pulled back the duvet cover inviting Darius under the blanket. Dare

had planned to stay on top of the covers but without much thought he slipped

under the covers, starting the DVD with the remote. Putting several pillows

against the headboard, he leaned back with his hands folded behind his head.

He was impressed that the show was rather sexy and well written. While they

watched, Angel moved slightly towards him. By the end of the second episode,

he was pressed up against Dare.

Angel looked over at him biting his lip. He could hear the unasked question in

those beautiful brown eyes. Dare smiled at him, which he took as permission

to lay his head on Dare's shoulder. "I am not damaging your membership in

the straight boys' club, right?" he asked softly in an uncertain voice. "Is this

okay, Darius Stone?"

He wanted to be casual but when Angel used his full name it twisted his gut

with sensation. He wanted this to be no big deal. "Yeah, sure." Though Darius

was starting to wonder if he still held that card or if the membership was

revoked. Deciding not to think about it, Darius reached around him to pull the

blanket up over Angel, which tucked Angel in closer to him.

He felt Angel sigh as he cuddled into his side. Angel settled his leg over his

thigh, and Dare could feel Angel's soft dick through his thin jersey shorts.

Angel's large hand rested over his racing heart.

Angel turned his angelic face to peek up at him. "Don't worry. I won't

compromise your straightness." He stuck his tongue out at him then grinned.

He barked out a laugh at Angel's silliness. Angel sighed again as he cozied in

closer to his warmth. "This just feels so good. I haven't snuggled with anyone

in a long time."

His voice was gone but his erection was back. He was hoping to God the duvet

folds would hide it. So he could only nod his acceptance. Neither had he; if he

ever had, it must not have been memorable because he couldn't think of one

time. This felt so fucking good, he thought he would die from the pleasure of

it.

As they watched the show, he noticed his heart slow almost to a normal beat.

He got comfortable feeling a near naked Angel in his arms, allowing his worry

over his sexuality to subside and leaving only the pleasure. They both jumped

several times during surprising and scary parts of the show. Angel seemed to

hold him tighter as if protecting him from the terror of television vampires.

Over the last few days, Angel had almost seemed like a different person.

Angel usually had the rock star persona firmly in place, but here in Bali, Angel

was unguarded and relaxed. He seemed years younger than his twenty-eight as

he watched TV. There was a wonderful silliness about him that Darius hadn't

seen under his bad-ass rocker attitude he wore like armor.

They watched he didn't know how many episodes, but the first disc was

finished. "Hey, we never ate anything for lunch."

"That's right. So let's go upstairs and get something to eat." They could have

called for room service or in this case, villa service, but they didn't feel like

seeing anyone else. Angel had made arrangements to have the fridge stocked

with healthy foods.

He kept singing the theme to True Blood "I Want To Do Bad Things To You."

Somehow, he didn't think Jace Everett ever meant those words quite the way

Angel was singing them. Or maybe the singer had meant it, but Jace Everett's

version didn't drip with lust the way Angel's version did. They prepared some

sandwiches, grabbed some bottles of water and headed back downstairs to

continue watching the series.

"So what do you think so far?"

"The special effects are really good. In general, HBO has awesome shows."

"Who's your favorite character?"

"Erik."

"Really?" He seemed surprised. "You like the bad boys, huh?"

Shrugging, Dare tried to explain. "Erik is who he is and he doesn't make

excuses." He stopped himself from justifying and just rolled his eyes at him.

"Who's your favorite?"

"Sookie. That girl has spunk!"

The theme song started so he was treated to Angel's dirty rendition of the song.

His voice went rough and dirty. It was fucking sexy as hell. Of course, Dare

couldn't say that and he knew he shouldn't even be thinking like that, but it was

impossible not to. But he did want to say something. "You do have an amazing

voice." He blushed when he heard himself. He sounded like a damned star

struck groupie.

Angel grinned at him. "You think? Maybe I should join a rock band and try to

become a rock star?" Angel chuckled as he shook his head at him.

By the time they were finished with the last DVD, night had fallen. It was

pitch black outside. The jungle of Bali seemed to swallow any available light.

Angel had fallen asleep, curled around Darius, so unless he woke him he

wasn't going anywhere. He turned off the TV with the remote and laid there.

He tried not to think about what it might mean, him going to sleep in Angel's

arms.

I just don't want to wake him up. He needs his rest so we can work on the

album. Darius was pleased with his justification and just let sleep take him.

CHAPTER 8

Oh fuck! What a dream! Don't want to wake up. Angel has his lips wrapped

around my cock and is sucking me off. We had just given a great show and we

were celebrating with his lips wrapped around my dick. It was the fucking

greatest blow job ever. I needed to put more of myself into my lead singer's

throat so I pressed him down. I wanted to help Angel take me right to the root.

Once nothing remained outside of that hot wet cavern, Angel swallowed

around me. I groaned in sweet pleasure.

A small conscious piece of Darius hoped he came before he woke up.

Typically, he woke up right before he came. Then he would be forced to take

himself in hand and chase the dream.

Angel was so fucking good at giving head, I wanted to enjoy this dream to the

fullest! I could feel myself hitting the back of his talented throat each time I

pushed down on the back of his head. Since it seemed Angel had no gag reflex,

he only swallowed me deeper.

"Oh God! Angel! Yeah!" He was so close to release. In his dream, Angel

pulled off for a moment.

"Feel good, Dare?" Angel asked in the soft sexy voice that melted everyone it

came into contact with.

He heard the question at a distance. Wait! He felt his fingers squeezing soft

hair between them. He felt the heated wet cavern envelop his cock again. He

felt the suction bringing him to ecstasy. So close! He couldn't resist. He

opened his eyes, and realized this was no dream! The Dark Angel's lead singer

with the golden voice had Dare's dick down his throat and was giving him the

best blowjob the guitar player had ever had in his life. What the fuck?

Again, Angel pulled off of his erection to ask, "Is it good, Dare?" He licked

and swirled his tongue around to tease the tip of his dick. The wet mouth slid

back over the top and down his shaft giving it the most amazing suction ever

curling Darius's toes.

"Yes! Oh God, yes!" He was out of his mind! I shouldn't want this! My body is

on fire but I don't want this! Right?But fuck! It felt so good. The best ever!

"Wait! No."

Angel stopped sucking him immediately but kept his hand wrapped around

Dare's very aroused dick. Licking his lips, Angel asked, "What, Dare?" His

sweet face looked confused at being stopped.

He didn't know what to say. He was grasping at straws. But he had to say

something. "I am not gay."

Seeing Angel's sexy smile highlighted in the sunlight spilling in forced Dare to

realize that statement wasn't completely true. Angel simply said, "So you have

said." Then his tongue placed a long wet lick from the base of Dare's cock to

the crown. Angel tormented Dare's over stimulated cock with long wet licks.

"Repeatedly."

That wicked tongue licked along Dare's shaft making him want to beg. His

eyes slammed shut. He loved how good Angel's mouth felt and wanted more.

Darius wanted back in that hot wet mouth. He knew it was wrong, but he

desperately wanted Angel to finish what he started. Needed completion more

than he needed air.

"You want me to stop?" Angel asked before giving another nice long slow lick

from the base all the way up. Before he could answer, Angel did it again. His

tongue dragged the length of Dare's erect throbbing cock.

"Ohhhhh! Angel!" He called out, beyond aroused. Darius needed only a few

sucks and he would have a monster orgasm. Angel was so fucking sexy with

his bed tussled dark hair, his brown gorgeous eyes and his puffy pink blowjob

lips. Darius no longer cared what it meant. He needed Angel's sexy mouth to

finish him off. He strangled out sound that he tried to shape into words.

"Please, Angel! God, please!" His hips thrust up to help his cock beg for

Angel's mercy.

Being merciful, Angel's mouth recaptured his cock. Angel groaned low and

deep as he sucked Dare back deep inside. He tried to hold out but it was

impossible. It was the very best blowjob he had ever received. It was

perfection. Angel's head moved in that perfect, nearly unobtainable rhythm

that Dare had always longed for but never gotten. It was sure to bring him to

completion.

He was out of control. His hands were pushing Angel's head down so he took

all of Dare's needy cock. Up and down his cock rode into Angel's fabulous

throat. When Angel's tongue slipped out to lick his tight balls, he lost it. He

felt his cream rise from deep down inside as it erupted.

Darius shouted "Angel!" as he came in almost painful contractions of pleasure.

He flooded Angel's sweet sucking mouth repeatedly and his body still

managed to shiver out more. Angel's glorious mouth drained him of every last

drop.

When Darius was completely spent, he looked down at Angel. He still had his

plush lips wrapped around him, when he heard Angel groan around his slowly

softening cock. He looked up just in time to see Angel's pert rounded ass pump

up and down pushing his own cock into his hand.

Angel's head snapped back. "Dare!" Angel cried out right before Dare felt the

wetness of Angel's completion slip down his calf. When Angel was satisfied,

he continued to lazily lick Dare gently down from the heights he had never

before reached.

Dare lay there panting, just trying to catch his breath. It was indescribable. He

had never felt like this. He tried to turn off his mind but couldn't. It was

impossible.

Angel wiped his leg and crawled up to lay next to him but didn't say anything.

Feeling Angel's eyes on him, he turned his head to see that pretty face millions

loved. Angel looked a bit worried like he had done something wrong, but

clearly he wasn't the least bit sorry for what transpired.

Darius just started laughing. This was the oddest situation in the world. I mean

I am in bed with the sexiest person I have ever seen in my life, was just given

the best blow job in the known universe and it was Angel Luv. Angel Fucking

Luv! Laughter bubbled from deep inside. It was a bit hysterical and a lot

paranoid. Dare tried to stop the laugh but he couldn't.

Angel looked a bit concerned for him, which only reinforced the entire

craziness of this situation. "You okay?" Clearly not the reaction Angel was

used to getting.

"Yeah. Yeah." Darius tried to say between bouts of laughter. The harder he

tried to rein it in the more intense the laughter got. It was like a dam had

broken and there was no way to hold back the peals of his laughter.

Angel frowned as hurt crawled across his face. He began to roll away from

Dare and he made a grab for him but Angel was too quick for him. He stood at

the end of the bed angry as hell as he glared at him. "Stop laughing at me, you

fuck!"

"No, no. I am not laughing at you." He wasn't sure why he was laughing other

than this whole situation was beyond him. He felt like he was going to have a

break down. He just let Angel blow him. What did that mean? Was he gay

now? Was he bi?

But Angel went into his bathroom and the quiet click of the lock was slid into

place. Darius went to the door and knocked. "Angel. Come on, man. I am

sorry. This is just...I don't know." And he didn't. He really fucking didn't

know.

Angel yelled through the door. "No worries. I am going to shower and I will

meet you upstairs so we can do a little work. Okay?"

He knew Angel didn't sound right but maybe it was the door warping his

voice. "Okay. I guess I'll go take a shower too. See you in a little bit."

*****

Laying back on the entranceway daybed trying to work, but Darius couldn't

seem to focus. His head was spinning about what had happened and wondering

if Angel was still upset with him. He kept circling over the same lyrics over

and over but got no further with them. It probably didn't help that he kept

looking at his watch every five minutes wondering where Angel was and if he

was actually coming upstairs.

After two hours, Angel appeared at the door. He was dressed in drawstring

loose black pants and a tight black t-shirt that showed every one of his

muscles. Angel's creamy skin glowed from being gently kissed by the Balinese

sun. His dark hair and eyes played nicely off the dark clothing. His eyes were

done with just a hint of liner, but Darius knew the lush lashes were all his.

Fuck me! His mama gave him the correct name. He was an angel. Darius was

beginning to feel like a groupie getting ready to throw myself at his feet.

What's wrong with me staring at him like this? I have seen him every day for

the last year! Maybe it was the side effect of getting a blowjob from him?

He cleared his throat and tried to apologize, "Angel, I really am..."

"It's fine. Let's drop it and get to work." Angel had a bit of steel in his voice

that was usually reserved for irritating press and overly pushy fans.

"Sure, I was working on ‘Love Me Forever'."

They worked on the song. They kicked back and forth between the lyrics and

music for the better part of two hours. Working with Angel, even when he was

pissed at him, made the words and music just happen.

I don't know what say

All I know is I want you to

Love me forever.

Don't laugh at me

Just cause I want whatever...

Don't laugh at me

Like you think I'm a joke

I want to work on this together

Be with you forever...

Want for us to love now and whenever...

Somehow the final words didn't take a rocket scientist to figure this out. He

played the melody on his guitar one more time as he sang. His laughing fit had

really hurt and pissed off Angel.

He needed to try to explain. Darius didn't want to lose Angel...as a friend. He

set his guitar aside. "Angel, look. I am sorry. It was just unexpected, you

know? That's never happened to me before..."

Angel sighed with irritation at having the subject brought up and looked away

from him out across the ravine. But the stone wall of anger was falling away

from Angel's face. Dare knew Angel was ready to hear him out.

"Why? I don't understand why you did that." Dare had to ask. Maybe if he

understood, Darius could find the excuse he needed to justify his own intense

reaction. To understand why this gorgeous creature would give him such

pleasure maybe it would help him understand why he accepted it. Other than

the obvious.

"You don't understand what Darius? Why I blew you?" Angel was still in full

defense mode.

Oh damn it! I really upset him.

Angel shook his head. "Your cock woke me up by nudging me." Sad eyes

looked back at him. "I thought since you never had a guy I would volunteer.

No biggie, yeah?"

He swallowed hard. Then why was it starting to feel like something big?

"Angel. I really am sorry for laughing but it wasn't at you. I would never laugh

at you. I felt like I was losing my mind, you know? I just...I don't know. I

wasn't expecting that. I have had dreams and stuff but when I woke up and it

was actually you making me feel that way...I guess I freaked a little. I am truly

sorry."

Angel's eyes searched his. He could feel Angel weighing his words and

judging the sincerity. Angel nodded and touched his shoulder. "Sorry too. I

probably shouldn't have done that. I usually don't go around molesting straight

guys. But I was half asleep and I woke up to you in my bed. You were

wrapped around me being so deliciously naughty. You were so hard and you

were rubbing up against me like a cat in heat." He ran his black fingernails

through his hair making it look even sexier. "You were begging in your sleep.

You used my name. I just thought..."

Fuck! I was having my Angel dream while I held him. This just gets more

tangled! "I am so sorry. Really! I must have been dreaming."

"About me?" He arched his well-shaped brow as he didn't need an answer. "A

good dream?" Angel smirked at him in a teasing way that let him know they

could move past this here and now. They could pretend it was nothing but a

misunderstanding.

"Definitely," he stated almost proudly. He was teasing but it was the truth.

Angel chuckled a little self-consciously. It was music to his ears. Darius

grinned at him.

They worked for another hour before taking a break. Angel stretched up

cracking his back, limbs and everything that could possibly crack all at once.

Angel grinned as he asked, "So tell me, was it better with a male?"

Darius's mouth fell open. The devil wanted a full confession. No sense

denying it. He already answered when he came so hard in his mouth. His cock

was trying to harden at just the memory. He set aside his guitar to lay back on

the daybed. He looked out the open window at the trees trying to find some

words to express the jumble of his emotions and mixed up thoughts.

In a heartbeat, Angel was straddling his hips. "So was it better with a guy,

Dare?" Angel's hands landed on either side of his head so he could look down

into his face. Dare looked up at him in surprise. Angel dragged his tongue

along his jaw line to finally reach his ear. His teeth nipped lightly and Darius

tried to hold back his groan.

"You want more?" Angel wiggled his ass causing the erections that had grown

between them to rub against one another. "We could enjoy each other." Angel

thrust his hips with more purpose. "You know, like friends with benefits type

of thing."

Dare looked up at Angel. More? Yes! God, yes more! Wait! What! "What?" He

struggled under Angel but he outweighed Darius and was much stronger, so he

wasn't going anywhere.

Angel restated his case. "I know you are straight, but we could enjoy each

other's company." The taller man shrugged. "You know, it could just be for a

little while. Just while we are here or something."

"I...no, I am not gay!" As he said it he tried to control his inappropriate desire

for more. "I can't...we can't..." He was struggling because he really wanted to

figure out a way that they could.

Instantly, he felt the loss of his Angel's weight as it rolled off of him. Angel

looked down at him for a long time. Angel nodded once. He cleared his throat.

"Shall we get back to work?" Angel's tone suggested nothing happened.

Did I imagine that? Why isn't he trying to convince me? Why do I wish Angel

would just try to convince me? I am a twisted fuck, who makes no damned

sense! Work! Focus! Music!

CHAPTER 9

The days fell into a general routine. He and Angel got up around eight and

went swimming. Breakfast was delivered by nine to the open-air day bed room

upstairs. They would usually work through the morning, taking a break for a

shower and lunch. Occasionally, they would go for a walk around the hills of

the resort if one of them needed to walk out some lyrics, but usually they just

stayed at the villa out of the sun doing more work. For Darius, working with

Angel just made the words and notes flow effortlessly.

In the hottest part of the day, they would go watch DVDs in the living room.

They never watched in the downstairs bedroom after that first time. Sometimes

they would return to work in the late afternoon but other nights they would lie

around vegging, watching television until bedtime.

Their bedtime was unusually early. After all, what other evening activities

were there to do? No drinking, no partying, and no sex. Of course they could

have left the resort to find nightlife, but neither of them seemed to want to

make the effort. Dare was beginning to feel like a monk, but picking up a

stranger had no appeal.

He kept replaying that morning's delight in Angel's bed. It was on a repeat

loop that constantly reminded him everything he couldn't have. It disturbed

him to think he had never been so turned on by someone in his life. His dick

had not been this active around a female ever. He was lucky he didn't pass out

from lack of blood flow to his brain.

Everything Angel did was sensual, but much to Dare's disappointment, Angel

did nothing more sexual to him after that one glorious blowjob. Frustration

became a way of life. That blowjob had him fantasizing about it and all the

other inappropriate positions he wouldn't mind seeing Angel in. Whenever his

mind wasn't occupied with music it was on Angel.

It killed him think Angel had given him the option of a ‘friends with benefits'

deal but he had been too fucking chicken to take the chance. An opportunity

for the hottest sexual experience of his life and he'd turned it down. Bitter

regret became a constant reminder of what he gave up. He kept reminding

himself he wasn't gay no matter what his body was craving, but it was of small

consolation. His brain kept asking the same questions. Straight? Gay? Bi? Did

it really matter so much? Angel Luv offered him probably the best sex of his

life, in paradise no less, and he'd turned it down.

Sometimes Angel would fall asleep next to him while they watched TV, but no

cuddling. No holding. Angel was even careful not to touch him by accident.

No intimate caresses. No innocent brushes while in the tiny kitchen making

salads. Not even a friendly handshake.

Darius tried so hard not to ache for Angel's forbidden touch but he missed it. It

was crazy! He ached for Angel's hands on him. He wanted Angel to kiss him,

and heaven help him, he wanted to kiss those sexy lips back. He wanted Angel

to do all the things that a straight man shouldn't want.

Each time Darius choked his snake for the past week, he could get release only

when he envisioned Angel. He kept trying to envision a girl, two women, hell

a harem of naked lovelies to do his bidding but until the image of Angel was

allowed to surface he couldn't ejaculate. Darius knew it was sick to do that to a

friend. Angel was probably the best friend he ever had, but his dick didn't

seem to care. It also paid no attention to the fact that he shouldn't be jerking it

to fantasies about a guy.

Darius tried to convince himself it was probably just the lack of sex that was

making him crazy. Making him want Angel. Making him need things he

shouldn't want.

Last night had been a perfect example of that inappropriate crazy need he had

for Angel. It was after midnight. He was trying to sleep but it seemed

impossible. Then he heard Angel get up and go outside to the pool. After a soft

splash, he peeked out at him through the French doors and saw Angel climbing

up onto a pool raft. His rounded ass humped up onto the float so he could

settle on his stomach. He was spread out completely naked. The moonlight lit

up his skin so he almost glowed. Angel looked like a lovely water nymph. His

dark head was facing away from his spying eyes. Angel's hands were

skimming the water's surface creating a pattern of lazy ripples on the calm

surface. His long lean body was roped with sinewy muscles that Darius

couldn't help but admire. But it was his rounded bubble ass that captured his

attention. It really was the most perfect ass Dare had ever seen. His globes just

begged for teeth to nibble at them. Angel's body was a work of art.

Before he realized it, his hand was down the front of his shorts that had just

become too tight. He stroked his thick overheated prick. Darius didn't even try

to resist the urge. He pushed down his shorts and polished his knob as he took

in the vision of the gorgeous creature in the pool. Within a few short strokes,

he was shooting ribbons of come all over the curtains. He made himself go

back to bed and tried not to think that he just consciously masturbated while

looking at Angel.

What had gotten into him? Was he now a peeping Tom too?

That morning, Darius was not in the greatest of moods. He continued to want

things he shouldn't want. Things he probably couldn't have anyway. Angel had

offered only a temporary arrangement. It wasn't like Angel was going to sweep

him off his feet and offer him forever. Not that he wanted that! No, they had

responsibilities. Fans accepted Angel's bi-sexuality, but they might be less

welcoming on discovering he was truly gay. Hooking up with another male,

another band member, might not be tolerated.

He laughed at himself. Who says Angel would even want him for anything

other than temporary? If I were gay or bi… And when did it become a question

if I am straight or not?

Angel was probably just being practical. It wasn't like they could go out and

get action in Bali. Well, they could, but it was a semi-religious country and he

for one didn't need the hassle of a tourist who might recognize them. So that

left each other, which was probably the only reason Angel even made the offer

of "Friends with Benefits."

He wouldn't want me if he had other choices. Why would he? Again a

ridiculous thought. Why should I feel bad that I wouldn't be Angel's first

choice if he had other options?

This morning was tough. His head was spinning with all sorts of questions that

he couldn't seem to let go. He didn't want answers to these questions. Would it

be so terrible to enjoy some hot sex with no strings attached? It wouldn't make

him gay. He just had a thing for Angel. Maybe this was a way to purge Angel

from of his system. He would get it out of his system so he could stop this

bizarre obsession he developed for Angel. It might actually be healthy for him

to take Angel up on his offer, just for peace of mind.

He sat there not eating the now cold breakfast, just sat by the door as he spun

out ‘what if's. It was close to ten and Angel still had not appeared. Stupid as it

was he was starting to worry. It wasn't like Angel. Maybe he saw me jerking

off last night? He quickly put that thought out of his head. Angel had been

facing the other way.

Anxiety got the best of him as he stood in front of Angel's bedroom door. He

needed to knock but his hand seemed frozen in mid-air. Sighing, deeply he

knocked albeit it too quietly to actually be heard clearly. Rolling his eyes at

himself, he knocked overly loud. He heard a low moan.

Maybe he went into town and got someone? Would Angel have called a

rent-a-boy? Did they even have those here? What was I thinking? I should just

go. He's a grown man and he doesn't need to check in with me.

Another groan came through the door and it sounded like Darius's name.

Without thinking he was turning the doorknob, and opened the unlocked door.

The room was dark and it looked like Angel was curled up in a mass of duvet.

He stood over the bed trying to figure out where Angel's head might be in the

nest of blankets.

He saw a hand clutching the covers. It was white knuckled as it gripped the

duvet. He heard a very low voice, "Fine. Just a migraine." The cover slid down

and Angel hissed as he held both his hands to his face. He looked terrible.

Angel was paler than Darius had even seen him as pain seemed to radiate from

every inch of him.

"Should I call a doctor?" Worry ate at him. He didn't know what to do.

"No. Fine. Go." Angel rolled over grabbing a pillow to push over his head.

He might not have known what to do but he sure as hell wasn't going to leave

Angel in this much pain. He left the room to go across to his bedroom to find

his cell. Thankfully, his international service was working so he called Dusty.

Their drummer had grown up with Angel. Dustin knew Angel better than

anyone.

Dusty answered the phone with a growl. "What the hell do you want?" Oh, the

joys of caller ID.

Obviously, he was calling at a bad time. "It's Angel." He paused trying to find

the right words. "He looks like shit. He said it was a migraine. But he looks

really bad, should I get him to the hospital?" Was I overreacting? Tell me

Dusty! Tell me what to do to make him better!

"Oh, fuck!" Dusty sighed, his hostile attitude completely gone from being

woken up. His voice took on the calm voice of sanity that Dare really needed.

"Okay. Angel used to get migraines all the time. Do you know if he took his

medication?"

"Medication? What medication?"

"Go ask him if he took his Imitrex."

"Okay." He brought the phone with him. "Angel?" He spoke as softly as he

could but Angel still winced at the noise. "Angel, did you take your

medication?"

He got some groans from the bed. The words spoken so quietly he almost

didn't hear them. "Don't need."

Walking out of the bedroom and into his own, he relayed the information to

Dusty. "He said he doesn't need the medication."

"Shit! Asshole never takes the shot when he should." A frustrated sigh came

over the phone at Dare. "Angel hates taking medication in general but this one

feels pretty bad before it works. Look, help him take a shower, washing his

hair sometimes helps. Give him water, but no food yet. He'll just upchuck.

Have him breathe into his hand, massaging his neck helps a lot. If he has any

lavender oil in his bag, the smell can help him too. After another hour, if he is

still in pain, make him take the medication."

"Why doesn't he take that first?"

"Because it feels like shit for him."

"Huh?" That meant no sense! If it would stop the migraine why not take it?

"The shot is easy to do. You use an alcohol pad to clean the injection site.

Uncap the medication, turn the top of the shot clockwise, press against his

thigh and press the button. Have his Epi pen with you..."

Dare was really worried now and it bled into his voice. "What the fuck is an

Epi pen?"

Dusty sighed. "Another medication in case the first one causes problems."

"Problems? What problems?" This was fucked up!

"It can trigger an asthma attack. Hell, even if it doesn't for about fifteen

minutes Angel's going to feel like an elephant is stepping on his chest. Just

keep him calm. The feeling should pass, taking his migraine with it." Dusty

was silent for a minute. He almost thought he'd lost the connection. "Sorry, I

am not there to help out. Look call me back afterwards to let me know the

dickwad is okay."

"Okay. Thanks." He disconnected and went back into Angel's room. How was

he going to get Angel up and into the shower? "Angel. Angel." He knelt down

quietly next to the bed. "Angel, we need to get you in the shower. Come on,

I'll help you."

"No." He moaned. "Dizzy, if I move," he spoke in a low voice.

Jesus! What am I supposed to do? "Let me help you. Dusty said a shower

would help. I know you don't want to take the shot so let's try the shower

first."

Angel groaned and slowly took down the covers. He reached out to help him

sit up. Slowly, he stood up and the duvet slipped to the floor revealing his

toned, long, naked, beautiful body. Not the time to admire it, Darius supported

him and guided him towards the bathroom.

Once there, he groaned. "Dizzy." He stumbled out of his arms and to the toilet

where whatever was left in his stomach evacuated. Wetting a washcloth, Dare

wiped Angel's face once he stood up. Then he helped Angel to the sink and

handed him a tooth brush with minty fresh paste on it. "Remember to use the

bottled water to rinse."

Angel didn't say anything but followed the instructions. Dare turned on the

shower. After his mouth was clean, Angel was still unsteady on his feet. Dare

helped him step in and got in right behind Angel. He tossed his wet T- shirt out

of the shower enclosure but kept his swimming trunks on. He didn't trust that

Angel could stand on his own so he put Angel's hands against the marble

walls. Angel held himself up as Dare shampooed his dark hair in a slow

rhythmic massage. Angel must have been feeling truly terrible because he just

stood docilely letting Darius tend to him. No cracks about Darius showering

with a man or directing him where Angel was really dirty. Poor guy!

After the shampoo, he quickly soaped him down. They were already in the

shower so why not. It wasn't like he was molesting him but it did give Darius

an odd feeling in his gut. It wasn't sexual, more of an inappropriate burst of

affection for Angel. Once exiting the shower, he helped Angel stand so he

could hold the marble counter as Dare gently dried him off. He knew the

shampoo helped only a tiny bit. Angel was still in a lot of pain.

He guided him to his bed and he tucked the taller man back in. "Angel?" His

friend looked so ill, it hurt Darius. "Angel, Dusty said to breathe into your

hand. I am going to put on some dry clothing and I'll be right back."

Angel looked miserable but he tried to smile at him. "Thanks." Even in severe

pain the man was polite to a fault.

He was back within a minute. He didn't want Angel to be alone. He watched

Angel for a moment as he had plugged his nose and breathed into his hand. He

didn't know why Dusty told him do this but he would try anything to make

Angel's pain stop.

"Angel, can you roll over? I can rub your neck."

Angel moved like he was a hundred and eight years old. When he was finally

on his stomach, he moved along side of him to massage the nape of his neck.

Then fingers moved up into his wet hair to massage his scalp.

After a quiet half an hour of gentle stroking, Angel spoke. "Please give me the

black bag in the top drawer." He sounded upset like he had lost a battle. When

he placed it next to him, Angel struggled to sit up. Darius could almost see the

stars spinning around his head like he was a cartoon character. Angel pulled

out the syringe of medication. "Thanks for all your help." He seemed to be

waiting for him to leave or something.

"What?" Angel just looked at him. Poor guy tried to arch his eyebrow but

couldn't even manage it without winching in pain.

"You don't have to stay." His voice was soft and filled with pain.

Dare shook his head. "Not leaving, babe. So shoot up." He remembered what

Dusty had said. "Where's that Epi pen thing?"

A muted look of surprise crossed Angel's face, but he pulled it out and laid out

the Epi pen next to him. "I won't need it." He frowned over at him. "This just

sucks." Angel moved the covers to reveal his muscular thigh. He cleaned it

with an alcohol pad, turned the top, pressed the medicine against his skin and

clicked. He blinked as the needle went into him with the click. After a slow

count of three, he disposed of the automatically recapped needle and set

everything back in his bag. He lay down.

Within a minute, he watched Angel's breathing change and was clearly not

happy. Though if Dusty was accurate he guessed he would not be happy if he

felt like an elephant was stepping on his chest.

"Shhhhhh!" Darius reclined next to him and wrapped his arms around Angel.

It didn't matter to him that Angel was a guy. This was Angel. He would give

Angel anything he could to stop the hurt. Seeing Angel in pain was making

him hurt.

Angel stiffened in his arms then relaxed into them as he rubbed the suffering

man's back. "Shhhhh. Dusty said this sucks but you are going to feel so much

better. Your migraine will be gone. Shhhhhh! You are doing great." His

breathing was slower and a bit deeper. He petted the asymmetric chunk of hair

out of his face. "Okay. You're doing fine." He looked into Angel's face to see

that he was trying not to struggle against the medicine that was coursing

through his veins.

Hoping there would be no need the Epi pen, he watched for an asthma attack.

Luckily, Darius could recognize one as his dad had asthma and had to be

hospitalized once when he was a teenager. "Shhhh. Angel, you are doing

okay."

After about fifteen minutes, Angel's muscles relaxed. His eyes were still

closed but he wasn't clenching his teeth against the pain. Angel seemed to be

much calmer but Darius found he didn't want to release him from his arms. So

he stayed there holding him, not saying a word.

Now that Angel wasn't in pain, Darius remembered the man in his arms was

without a stitch of clothing. He was wrapped around Angel still rubbing his

back in small circles. He closed his eyes against the pleasure of holding Angel

in his arms. Darius couldn't pretend he hadn't missed holding Angel's body

over the last week. As he lay there, he tried not to feel like an idiot for hoping

Angel would fall asleep on him.

Darius couldn't quite explain why he wanted to keep holding this naked man in

his arms for as long as he could. He had trouble justifying this strange fact. It

certainly didn't fit into the general theme of ‘I am not gay', although Angel

seemed to be the exception to every rule he ever knew.

Angel nuzzled into his neck. He felt Angel's lips on his throat and had to bite

back a groan. Fuck! Just like that I am rock hard. I want...him. I don't know

why I want him, only that I need him.

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.

CHAPTER 10

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?"

Without a word, Darius did as he asked. The whole situation took on a surreal

dreamlike quality, like he was watching everything from a distance. He had

lost the ability to speak so he just sat there enthralled holding the bottle of

lube.

"You want to put the lube in it for me?" Angel's soft words made Dare's inside

go hot at his question.

He blinked in surprise but he inserted the lube top and squeezed. He put some

on his fingers and ran it over the crease that opened to that tight hole. He was

throbbing in his tie-dyed shorts and his hands trembled as he assisted Angel in

preparing his sex toy. He, in a small way, would be helping Angel to come.

That thought alone was enough to give him chills.

"Now this." Angel held out the dildo to him.

He took the slippery gel into his hand and smeared it down the purple piece of

plastic. Darius ran his hands up and down to make sure it was completely

covered with slick. It felt like he was jacking off the plastic dick, which caused

him to squirm his ass into the bed.

He didn't think he'd ever been this turned on in his life. Angel hadn't even

touched him but not one drop of blood was left in his brain. It was all south of

the border.

"Mmmm, nice. Thanks, Dare," Angel whispered heatedly. His long cock was

slapping against his lower belly looking for a nice warm place to slide into.

He watched as Angel reached behind his low hanging balls to slowly insert the

dildo. "Ahhh," Angel groaned when the sexy piece of plastic was about five

inches in. It was clear that Angel really enjoyed being filled and that

knowledge set him on fire. Angel moved it in and out for a minute before he

settled it inside himself. Angel breathed out in pleasure. "There." He grinned

up at Dare.

Angel turned his attention to his rock hard dick that had patiently waited for its

turn. He rolled over onto all fours, presenting Darius with a mouth-watering

sight. There was Angel on all fours with a piece of plastic poking out of his

backside looking sinfully good. Angel put the flesh light in front of him

covering it with two hands. He moaned softly as he slid into the makeshift

back passage of the flesh light. Angel looked up at him to give him a sexy

smile before he thrust his hips forward to enter the rubbery toy. "Oh, mmmm,

that's nice," he groaned in appreciation.

He found himself moving closer so he could get a better view. Angel's

gorgeous ass pumped his cock in and out of the flesh light's tight hole. Darius

wanted to reach out and touch that perfectly formed ass as he thrust in and out

of the container. Those sweet plush cheeks were right there. But he refrained

from the pleasure of touching Angel.

Up and down Angel moved, in and out as his hips pumped in a slow steady

motion. His perfectly rounded ass humped up and down. Angel seemed in no

hurry to get off. He was enjoying a nice leisurely fuck.

Watching confirmed what he had always had believed, Angel would be an

amazing lover. Taking his time. Setting a rhythm that would take any partner

through Heaven's gate, Angel looked up at him with his eyes shrouded in

pleasure. He stared into Dare's eyes as he was on all fours and started moving

quicker.

"Feels so good, Dare." Angel whispered as his eyes closed. His face was a

mask of dirty pleasure. His breath became faster along with his strokes into the

plastic tube. The flesh light seemed to swallow his cock on each and every

stroke. Then his eyes popped open and he stopped on a broken moan. "So you

get the idea?"

Darius was confused for a moment. Was Angel stopping? No, I had to see him

finish. It was the most erotic thing I have ever seen in my life. He swallowed

hard. "Don't stop," his voice barely above a whisper. He was surprised by how

desperate his voice sounded but he needed Angel...to come. He wanted to be

there when he did.

"What? You don't want to see that. It's okay." Angel grinned at him and Dare

couldn't tell if Angel was teasing or not.

He reached out to push Angel's dark hair out of his eyes. Angel's lips were

parted as he breathed through them. The plastic dildo stuck out behind

gorgeous globes of flesh as Angel's long cock remained buried in the depths of

the flesh light with all those delicious bumps and waves.

"Finish. Come on, I want to watch you." His hand traced down Angel's neck to

his chest as he openly admitted his inappropriate desire to see the crescendo.

What the hell was wrong with him? Actually, he didn't freaking care! He just

wanted to see Angel fuck himself off. Have to watch. Want to see it. But as his

cock beat against his shorts trying to escape, he realized appropriate didn't

enter into this situation.

Angel moaned as Dare brushed his fingertips over his pink nipples as they

peaked.

Shaking his head, Angel gasped out, "Ah. Oh, straight boy you confuse me."

Angel looked up to give his crooked sex smile as he pulled his long cock out

of the soft plastic core only to re-insert it into the toy with a swivel of his hips.

Darius felt the crack inside himself open further. His wants and needs were

carelessly spilling out and he no longer tried to put them back into the

correctly labeled boxes. He was following his id that seemed to lead him on a

merry path right to Angel. He didn't care that he wasn't acting very straight.

He was acting on instinct and cravings that he may have always had buried

deep inside until Angel.

His heart tripled its beats, his eyes glued to the scene playing out in front of

him. Angel glided in and out of the toy's tunnel. His eyes didn't know where to

focus. The beautiful long hard cock that kept doing a disappearing act or

Angel's deliciously perfect ass as he chased his pleasure.

Angel must have been close because it didn't take him long. In and out his long

cock glided through the lubricated tunnel. He was picking up speed. He started

thrusting himself faster.

Darius's mouth watered as he watched Angel's ass pump up and down those

last few times. He tried to wonder what that might feel like. Not the fucking so

much as the being fucked. To have Angel inside him like that pumping in and

out as he made passionate love to him. Fucking his ass with that big beautiful

cock.

Without conscious thought, his hand skimmed down over that sweet ass. He

ran his hand over that silky butt as it was humping the hole it was buried in.

Then Angel threw his head back and pushed in deep, grinding down in the

hole. He watched in rapt attention as Angel pumped out all of his cream into

the toy. His hand squeezed Angel's firm bottom feeling the rhythmic clenching

of his ass cheeks as the ripples of Angel's orgasm washed over him.

He didn't realize he was holding his breath until Angel fell onto the bed. Angel

rolled over so he was on his side, his brown eyes watching Dare, clearly

waiting to see his reaction. Angel didn't move. He was completely spent. The

come filled toy was right next to him.

He had no idea what expression was on his face but Angel's next question

floored him.

"You want to try it?" He gestured to the well-used toy.

Darius was beyond aroused. His balls ached, his cock wanted relief and he

craved an orgasm. Not thinking twice, he groaned as he grabbed the device

quickly.

"No, you should..." Angel's voice trailed off. Darius was too anxious to pay

attention.

He fell onto his back next to Angel as he pushed down his tented jersey shorts

down in one move.

Without further thought, he shoved his prick inside. It was wet from Angel.

Darius moaned as he felt Angel's warm seed slide over his shaft, coating his

cock. His eyes slammed shut and his head rolled to the side towards Angel.

He licked his lips before telling Angel, "It's still warm from you." He groaned

as Angel's come lubricated the inside of the passage assisting him in moving

smoothly as it pushed down his cock.

He felt Angel move closer to him as he whispered, "Twist it."

"What?" Not being able to focus on what he could possibly mean, he opened

his eyes to find Angel's face right next to his. Their breaths mingled. So close

their mouths were only a kiss away.

Angel's hand went over Darius's as he moved the toy up and down with a

slight twist of his wrist. "Pump and twist."

"Ahhhh! God," he choked out. It felt like the tightest pussy he ever had. The

twist of the flesh light made it feel like the channel was spiraling around him.

Darius's hand fell away to the mattress as he left the toy in Angel's capable

hands. Angel stroked the unit firmly up and down Dare's aroused shaft until

there was only mindless sensation coursing through him.

Darius was out of his mind with lust and made a hoarse demand. "Kiss me.

Angel, please kiss me."

Angel's lips were on his before the begging had ended. Soft and sweet Angel's

lips brushed his mouth. The kiss deepened and he opened to welcome Angel's

tongue into him. He clung to him tighter, kissed him deeper.

Darius's need was too great, and his patience worn too thin. Angel's sure

movements brought him to the edge of ecstasy in no time. He tripped

gracelessly over into climax nearly shouting, "Ahhhhh! God, Angel. Yes."

Angel's arms were the only thing keeping him together as he shattered into a

million pieces. It was so intense he didn't care if he would ever be able to put

himself back together the same way.

Angel tugged while twisting the toy perfectly as Dare shot all his pent up

frustration and lust he had for Angel into that plastic. "Fuck!" He bit out as

aftershocks were almost as strong as the waves of the orgasm. "Mmmmm.

Angel, oh my God! So good," he rambled as he slowly drifted back from

heaven.

Angel kissed him one more time before removing the toy and letting it drop to

the floor. Angel rested his head on top his head for a minute. Darius tried to

find his breath as he snuggled up to Angel's warm body enjoying those strong

arms wrapped around him.

He had never felt so cared for or safe. He wanted to crawl inside Angel but he

settled for just holding him tight. The only sound was their heavy breathing

trying to slow.

Darius was drifting in and out of it when Angel asked him softly. "So what

now straight boy?"

He cracked open one eye to peek at him. "I have no fucking clue."

"Gonna have a major break down?"

"Nah," he chuckled softly then looked up at the beautiful creature moving

closer to him. "Too much fucking effort." He gave Angel a big stupid grin.

"But I would like another kiss."

Without a word, Angel moved to seal their lips together. It was a sweet soulful

kiss that went deep into his heart. Angel pulled back frowning a bit.

"By the way, Mr. Unsafe, you don't have to worry."

He looked confused as he was still buzzing with satisfaction.

"I am clean. I get tested every three months, and I always use a condom."

Angel said seriously enough to make him realize how stupid he just had been.

"Panic attacking, yet?" Angel watched him closely almost trying to make him

freak out.

He frowned and mumbled, "Sorry, you're right. That was a jackass move. Just

so you know, I have clean results as well and I always use protection." He

shook his head, "That was really stupid of me." Then he grinned like he was

completely high as he whispered loudly to Angel, "But it was so hot. Your

come sliding over me. Mmmm, nice." Just the thought was causing his cock to

try to re-harden.

Angel opened his mouth to say something but apparently he was speechless.

Not that Dare could blame him. Dare had tried to convince the world,

especially Angel that he was straight. For the most part he was, except when it

came to Angel. Gay for Angel. I should get a button made. But he couldn't

help it. Angel was the most beautiful person that he knew, inside and out. He

made Darius feel things that no one else ever did and he was getting tired of

trying to fight a battle he had no hope of winning.

He got so lost in Angel's stare as he was waxing poetic of his many wonderful

qualities. He had it bad. He didn't realize what he was asking for. "Kiss me

again."

Angel laughed once and shook his head. "Look I don't run after straight boys.

You know that. We are friends." He stared at him for the longest time before

adding, "Good friends." Angel seemed torn but he moved away from him like

he was tasty poison. "You were right the first time. This is probably not a good

idea." Angel closed his eyes as if trying to block out the reality of Darius in his

bed.

He didn't know what to say but he wanted...something. He hated not being

held by Angel. He wanted desperately to recapture the feeling he had just

moments before. He wanted to find a way that would allow him and Angel to

do more. He was like an addict looking to justify his getting his fix. He felt

like he would do just about anything to have more of Angel, even if it were

only for a little while. "Look it doesn't have to be a big thing. Just like you

said, just two friends having some benefits."

Angel opened his eyes and turned to look at him. "I am not getting you at all."

Angel sighed as he sat up against the padded headboard and ran his freshly

painted black nails through his black tussled hair. "You are straight. I am not.

You have pointed that out about forty times since we got here." Angel was

staring at Dare again as if he were looking for some answer he hoped to find

there. "This is not a good idea."

Dare moved closer to Angel as if he couldn't help himself. He was drawn to

him and was terrified of losing him. Not that I actually have him. How can I

justify this? I know this is insane. So does he. But… "Okay, how about the

benefits are just for when we are here, like you said before?"

Angel arched his eyebrow looking like he was straight off their last album

cover. "You want to be friends with benefits but only for our time in Bali?" He

frowned. "Then what? You go back to being straight?"

"I guess," he said quietly.

Angel shook his head and laughed, "Yeah, this doesn't spell insane"

His mouth opened and then closed. He stared at Angel looking for some kind

of help. Some kind of reason that would allow him to have Angel, have this

even if it was just for a short time but not ruin their friendship. No harm no

foul. Part of Dare's mental gymnastics was to convince himself he needed this

so he could finally purge Angel out of his system then they could go back to

just being friends...

It was quiet, only the white noise of the air conditioner could be distinguished

from the silence that seemed to stretch between them like an endless ocean. He

swallowed as Angel continued to stare at him.

He wasn't sure if the need he felt for Angel was written all over his face but he

didn't try to hide it. He was tired of hiding and fighting what he wanted...what

he needed. Darius looked down at the white pristine bedding and he whispered

the admission that had been chasing around in his brain for days, "I want you.

I am tired of fighting it."

He heard a low growl of frustration come from out of the depths of Angel.

Strong arms wrapped him up crushing him with affection. He melted against

him as Angel kissed the top of his head.

Angel's voice sounded thick when he finally spoke. "This is probably a

mistake. You know that, don't you?" His fingers toyed with the hunk of blond

hair that usually fell into Dare's face. "I am not going to make this easy on you

just because you are a straight boy." The pause giving him time to think about

what that meant. Angel continued. "But I can't say no to you." Angel grabbed

his chin and pulled their lips together laying claim to him. "We just can't lose

our friendship. It means too much to me. Okay?"

He found himself promising this wouldn't affect their friendship. In truth,

Darius would have promised him anything as long as it meant Angel would

kiss him again. He didn't have to wait long. Angel's mouth dominated his lips

until he actually whimpered in need. Angel kissed him with hard passion. He

tried not to but he couldn't help it. He gave himself over to it.

Angel ravaged his mouth as if he were starving for it. His hands were

everywhere at once.

CHAPTER 11

As evening fell, Darius knew Angel could feel his hesitation. Angel pulled

back from him to tilt his head in question.

He closed his eyes trying to find his breath. They had stayed in bed the rest of

the afternoon putting the flesh light to good use again and again. But now it

was nighttime with its implications.

"You okay?" Angel put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

He scrubbed at his face with two hands. "Yeah. No. I don't know."

Angel sat up and just looked at him patiently waiting for him to put his mixed

emotions into words. I feel overwhelmed. What was I doing?

"We don't have to do this, you know?"

Frowning, he said, "I know..." But I crave it. Does that make me gay?

"We don't have to do anything you are uncomfortable with. We can just forget

about the whole thing." At Darius's groan of disapproval, Angel said, "Or we

can take it really slow." He cupped his face and smiled at him sweetly.

Fuck, he is treating me like some fragile virgin. Virgin! But I am a virgin, in

this regard. Jesus, I was going to be giving it up to Angel. I was going to let

him inside of me. Instead of fucking...I was going to be fucked. What the hell!

When did I lose my dick and become a chick?

"Hey, Dare. Babe, just so you know, we are not going to fuck tonight." Angel

laid it out for him. "So stop freaking out."

"What?" He asked in confusion. He braced himself all afternoon for the

inevitable. He had been positive. Tonight would be the night. "I thought..."

Angel grinned. "Well, you thought wrong." The cocky bastard seemed to be

enjoying his confusion.

He bit his lip as something akin to disappointment crashed over him. "But..."

They had been making out for what seemed like hours. He thought that was

the direction this was taking.

"What? That I was going to push myself on you?" Angel's grin widened as his

voice dropped an octave. "No, my sweet." His voice caressed him down deep.

"You are going to be begging for it when I finally take you." Angel exhaled

with a smile at what sounded like a pleasant thought to him.

Angel's confidence made him shiver in anticipation. He may have been

nervous but his cock was obviously ready to beg right then and there for

Angel. Odd, how taking something completely off the table only made him

want it more. It was like going on a diet or something. Immediately you were

hungry for exactly what you couldn't have.

Angel's fingers tangled in his hair to pull him close. Angel was so close that

his breath teased across his lips which parted in invitation. Angel's tongue

traced the outline of his lips. "Not tonight my sweet," Angel whispered.

He blinked in dismay to find himself released and not ravished. It was

confusing to be terrified of something then, when it doesn't happen, to feel the

harsh bite of disappointment. He should feel relief not disappointment.

Angel chuckled at him. "Oh don't frown. I won't end our date without

satisfying you. What kind of tease do you think I am?" He grinned. Leaning

towards him, he confided, "This is one of the benefits of us both being guys.

We always both want it."

He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Angel grinned at

him. "Go get changed into some long pants. I am taking you to dinner. Meet

me in fifteen minutes."

He blinked in surprise and watched Angel go to his closet to find something to

wear to dinner. Darius just stood there staring, until Angel asked, "Are you

going to wear that?"

Looking down at his tie dyed shorts that were a bit stained by stray fluids.

"No, of course not," Dare choked out as he snapped out of his confused daze.

He went to his room and jumped in the shower for a quick soapy rinse, then

changed into a nice pair of dress pants and a button down shirt. Looking in the

mirror, he fixed his bed head. He almost wanted to put on the makeup he wore

for the show but stopped himself at lip balm. He smiled as he noticed his lips

were swollen from all the kissing. He shook his head at the zing of excitement

he felt. This was too crazy but it felt too fucking good to stop.

When he left his room, Angel extended his hand. Darius took it and followed

him out of their villa. A golf cart was waiting outside to whisk them to the top

of the resort. There, in the center of the reflection pool, was a table for two on

a cement platform. He was amazed at how quickly the staff was able to

accommodate Angel's request for what looked like a special reservation.

The table was beautifully set. The two red candles enhanced the Balinese floral

pattern on the china. As he sat in the chair Angel held out for him, his eyes

were drawn to the millions of stars made visible without all the city light

pollution.

When Darius was done star gazing, he looked across the table to find Angel

staring at him. The intensity of the stare made him uncomfortable as if Angel

was yet again seeing far more than he should.

Grasping for something to say, he fell back on their music. "I can't believe we

are basically done with all the songs for the new album. Robin's songs were so

amazing for a guy his age. To be able to write like that is incredible."

Angel willingly followed him onto the safe topic of work and music. "Yeah,

the kid is excellent. His words just seem to touch the soul."

He knew exactly what he meant. "Yeah. Exactly."

"Though I think our songs are pretty good too. Some are a little bit bubble

gummy, but the younger fans like that. Though most are deep and soulful.

Can't wait for the guys to hear them."

"I hope they like them."

Angel laughed confidently. "Of course they will." Angel reached across the

table to touch his hand. "I took the liberty of ordering for us. So the courses

will just arrive. Are you ready for the first course?"

Darius was a bit overwhelmed by all of this. In all honesty, he had never taken

a girl on a date this romantic and fancy before. So for Angel to be doing this

for him was mindboggling. He remembered he had been asked a question.

"Yeah, I am ready."

Angel smirked and took the opportunity to tease him. "Yes, but only for food

though. You won't get what you really want tonight."

He inhaled deeply and tried to glare at Angel. The bastard knew he was

causing him to ache with his words.

Angel grinned but changed the subject, surprising him completely. "Since we

are almost done with the songs, I was wondering if you would be up to

changing resorts."

Darius shrugged. He didn't care. "Yeah. Sure. Why?"

"Well, Ubud is great for seeing the towns, Balinese life, and for quiet. But I

am up for the vacation part of this trip, you know? They have gorgeous

beaches here." He took a sip of his wine before continuing, "There is a resort

called the Winding Tree. Tommy says it is one of the top resorts in Asia."

The first course arrived. It was a salad that had been flown in, no doubt, from

the States. So the usual precaution of not eating fruits or raw vegetables that

weren't peeled or cooked didn't apply.

Angel picked up with their plans. "I thought tomorrow we could slowly drive

to the beach area. You wanted to see Bali, so I thought we could stop at the

Mask Making Village, Stone Carving Village, Wood Carving Village, and the

Painting Town."

He smiled. "Wow! I would love that."

Angel beamed back at him. "I thought you might. They are all pretty close

together." He reached across the table to touch his hand before complimenting

him. "You have a beautiful smile, Darius Stone. It always warms me up on the

inside when I see it."

He looked down and wondered if Angel could tell he was blushing in the

candlelight. Being romanced by Angel was pretty potent stuff. The beautiful

setting, the thoughtfulness of the dinner and now Angel's comments made him

almost giddy.

They started eating their salads and talking about everything from music to

politics. Darius had thought their views were similar but on closer

examination, they were nearly identical.

As the courses came, he grew more and more impressed. Each course showed

how well Angel knew him. Salad dressing was on the side. Lots of vegetables,

but a nice thick piece of red meat cooked to perfection. No mushrooms

anywhere in sight. And the dinner was ending with a sinfully delicious three

chocolate dessert.

Each course had come with its own wine to compliment the flavor of the dish.

After not drinking for so long, he was feeling very relaxed. Angel took his

hand as they walked back down the mountain through the shadows to their

villa.

Occasionally, one of them would break the silence with a comment, but for the

most part they just enjoyed each other's company as they walked back. It was

probably all the wine he'd had at dinner but he adored holding Angel's hand.

Such a simple thing, but it felt so right. Stupid since he rarely held a girl's

hand. He was turning into a romantic fool.

Once in the villa, Angel pulled him over to the sofa. "Come here, Dare."

Darius turned to look at him and held his breath as they sat down. Is he going

to kiss me? Should I kiss him? All the worry was for naught because Angel's

fingers caressed his hair, toying with it lightly before grabbing on and pulling

him into an embrace.

A soft wet mouth traced over Darius' teasing it open. Angel's tongue slipped in

and licked the roof of Dare's mouth before deepening the kiss. The kiss

seemed to intensify Dare's need for Angel to do more.

Angel's other hand ran down his chest to his belly. Heat was coiling making

Darius tight and ready. Fingertips teased the waist of his pants, then slipped

under the waistband touching skin.

It made him want and wish for more. A broken moan of need escaped causing

Angel to pull back with a look of worry.

He chuckled as he reached for Angel. "Thought you said you weren't a cock

tease."

Angel's quick grin turned into a smirk. His large hand fell into his aroused lap

so he could palm his cock through the fabric. "Mmmm, you are so hard."

Angel was almost purring as he stroked him. "What do you need?"

"You," he answered without thinking. Truly, the answer required no thought.

The only thing he needed at that moment was Angel. The wine loosened his

lips enough to be completely honest about it. "You, please. You."

Angel groaned. He licked along Darius's jaw to his mouth for a hot wet kiss.

His hands undid his belt and pants. With a little help from Angel they were

down around Dare's ankles and then completely disappeared with his sandals.

Angel dropped to his knees in front of him to blow hot moist air over the

straining cock he found there. Fingers worked the buttons on his shirt open but

neither bothered to take it off because enough skin was exposed.

"Naked. Please." He couldn't form full sentences since all the blood seemed to

be below his waist. "Angel. Need. More." He was squirming on the couch

seeking friction.

Angel stripped off his shirt. He heard tearing and wasn't sure if it was from

Angel's shirt or pants that quickly found their way to the floor. He decided as

long as both were gone he really didn't care. He needed to see and feel Angel

naked. Skin to skin.

Angel went back to his knees in front of him. He leaned forward to embrace

Angel's body. "Oh." Darius groaned at the feel of a naked Angel hugging him.

The taller man made him feel safe and protected. It was an odd sensation but

then his cock rubbed against Angel's thigh chasing away any rational musings.

"Mmmm." He needed more, so much more and he wasn't above begging.

Angel was kissing a trail down his throat. Stopping to suck and mark him. His

dick throbbed at the pleasure of Angel decorating him with suck marks.

"Please, Angel."

"Why are you begging me already?" Angel was teasing but his voice was

husky and deep. Glad he wasn't the only one affected by this encounter.

A small whimper came out before he could form the words needed. Only lust

and need filled him, he seemed to have no pride left. "Yes. Angel. Yes. I am

begging for you." He sealed his mouth over Angel's and kissed him with

pleading lips.

Angel broke the kiss. That beautiful mouth descended to his needy prick. With

no hesitation, Angel swallowed him whole. His generous lips were circled at

the base moments later.

"Oh! God!" He was beside himself and on the edge of climax. There was that

mouth and throat that had haunted his dreams. Maybe he should have been

embarrassed by being ready to orgasm so quickly but he wanted Angel too bad

to care.

His singer pulled off his cock to slow things down a bit. He licked down

Darius's cock to suck his balls. A minute later, Angel had pulled his bottom off

the sofa and held him up, spreading him open. Dare felt a wet tongue snake out

to tease and lick at his opening. He had never felt such a thing before. A piece

of him wondered if he should like it as much as he did but the rest of him

didn't give a fuck. It felt awesome and he wanted another swipe of Angel's

very talented tongue.

Angel licked and teased his hole then he felt the long pointed tongue slide into

him. It was an odd sensation but then pleasure came and he greedily wanted

more. He rocked up into Angel's face pushing himself further onto the arrowed

tongue. The wickedly agile tongue licked and fucked into his ass. This

completely new experience was making Darius see stars he never knew

existed. A long wet finger replaced the wet tongue, reaching into him deeper.

Angel's mouth captured his cock and began sucking him. The mouth, he had

dreamed of for so long, was back where it belonged, sucking him on the

outside as a finger stroked him on the inside. Feelings of ecstasy started to

build deep inside of him. Overwhelming pleasure was slowly working its way

to the surface.

It was all too much. Darius felt the pleasure as it shot up and out of his body.

"Oh. Yeah!" Dare cried out as contractions racked his body. Angel swallowed

around his cock, massaging the come right out of him with his well developed

throat muscles. The finger pushing into him seemed to prolong the orgasm by

hitting a spot deep inside. It rolled over him again and again, satisfying him

deeply while making him yearn for more at the same time. That beautifully

talented mouth finally finished him off and all traces of his climax were

swallowed down.

When he was completely spent, Angel moved up to sit next to him on the

couch. Dare wanted to say something but was at a loss. The night had been

incredible and all because of Angel. He wanted to share his feelings of

happiness with Angel. His hand reached out to Angel's long hard cock and

gave it a squeeze.

Angel moaned. "You don't have to do that." He knew Angel closed his

gorgeous brown eyes to hide his need from him and a chunk of his dark hair

helped by dropping over his forehead.

He grinned. "But I want to." Crazy as this might have seemed a week ago,

right now all Darius wanted to do was to take Angel in his fist.

"Oh!" Angel's surprise made him smile.

He was sure it wasn't the best hand job Angel had gotten but he tried his best.

If the truth were told, Dare was a bit nervous as his hand locked around

Angel's long thick cock and squeezed a drop of sticky clear liquid out. Dare

swiped his thumb over the top to bring the wetness down the shaft. With slow

strokes, he teased Angel. Angel's broken groan gave him the confidence to

move a little faster squeezing the crown to provide extra sensation.

Darius leaned into Angel to lick a long line up Angel's throat. His hand

pumped the needy erection as he kissed Angel's chin. He moved so he could

bite and nibble on sensitive ears. Pleased he was making him a bit crazy with

need. When his tongue dipped into the pink shell Angel bucked up. Dare

picked up the pace of his fist.

Angel seemed to approve of his enthusiasm. "Yeah, Dare. Just like that."

Angel was breathing heavy. His chest was heaving as he spoke. "You are

going to make me come." Angel kissed him in a quick but heated kiss. "Dare,

tell me you want me to come for you."

Darius's cock was trying to rise again to participate but it was too soon. His

hand tugged Angel in quick strokes meant to bring him off. "Come for me,

Angel. I love seeing you come. You're so pretty when you come. Show me.

Come for me."

Angel inhaled deeply and then froze. After the pause, Angel shouted out his

orgasm. "Darius! Yes!" White thick cream spurted out coating his hand and

Angel's chest. It was like a small creamy geyser erupting. Angel thrust up into

his fist as it stroked him right through his release. He only slowed to a stop

when Angel told him, "Done. Dare. Oh, Mmmm. Done." Breathing heavily,

Angel sighed as he slumped against Darius.

He couldn't help the smug smile he was positive he was wearing. Darius was

quite proud of his accomplishment of making Angel yell out his name as he

pumped an orgasm out of him. It felt like he earned a feather in his cap or a

notch on his cock ring. Or whatever he deserved for delivering Angel to

completion.

Darius was looking at Angel's warm wet seed as it rolled down Angel's body

and down his fist. He wondered how Angel tasted. Would he be bitter or

sweet? Without considering why he was doing it, he bought his fist to his

mouth and licked at the creamy spend. Tasting it, he decided it wasn't bad. A

little bitter and a little sweet and the creamy texture made his tongue lick his

fist for more.

Angel's groan made him stop mid lick. He froze for a second as his eyes

locked onto Angel's. Darius just shrugged and finished the lick to bring the

cream into his mouth.

"Dare?"

"Yes?" He knew he was smirking at Angel. He liked shocking him a little.

"What are you doing?" Angel's voice had a waiver to it.

It was his turn to be a smart ass. "What does it look like I am doing?" He

batted his eyelashes in a flirty manner. Maintaining eye contact with him, his

tongue exaggerated a long lick through the cream on Angel's chest. "It is rude

not to swallow." Darius winked up at him. "Don't you think?"

Angel almost choked as his eyes were glued to watching him ingest every drop

of come that had been spilled.

He cracked up. He was pleased that he had given Angel a reasonably good

hand job. He was happy to have shocked both of them by licking up all the

come as if he did it on a daily basis. Dare was just happy and his laughter rang

out.

Soon Angel was laughing too. Their lips met and they shared a kiss. Before

they got too carried away, Angel pulled away. "Come on, let's go watch some

TV."

He laughed before admitting, "Wow, you are a great date."

"You got that right. I feed you, I put out, and I want to watch TV afterwards."

Angel took his hand and pulled him up. "And cuddle."

"I see no problem with that at all." Darius laughed. He rested his head on the

bigger man and wrapped his arms around his waist. Biting back a sigh of

completeness, he settled in to watch his favorite TV sitcom Angel had loaded

into the DVD player. He ignored the unease that tried to slip over him. It was

way too easy to be with Angel. He didn't want to think past that.

Sleep must have claimed him because when he opened his eyes, he saw

morning light streaming in through Angel's French doors. Then he felt a

heavenly tight wet mouth on his cock.

"Mmmm, Angel." He looked down to see the blanket moving up and down

over his mid-section.

Darius pulled down the covers to reveal his lead singer swallowing his

morning erection. The man that sang for thousands was making him moan.

Angel winked at him as he continued to swallow his morning wood. He was

clueless as to how long Angel had sucked him while he slept but he knew he

was so close to coming.

Angel slowed down and gave him a little dirty show. He pulled off the shaft to

lave and lick his overheated sacs. The tongue licked lower as it touched the

place between his balls and his opening.

Darius's body arched off the bed as if he were trying to force that pointed

tongue inside of him. He was treated to lots of little teasing licks around the

entrance before the tongue was off questing in another direction. He moaned at

the loss but soon was chasing other pleasure as Angel's wickedly talented

tongue swirled around his seeping tip. Angel's tongue circled as he built

Darius's pleasure.

Dare looked down just as Angel's mouth opened to engulf his shaft. His hands

clutched Angel's hair to brace himself for the ride. He was taken right to the

root before throat muscles swallowed around him.

Pulling his mouth off, Angel asked, "Feel good?" Not waiting for an answer

the dark haired man engulfed him again. That mouth was working him at just

the right speed. Not too fast, not too slow just up and down.

Lust roughened words tore from his mouth and he didn't even know what he

was saying. "Amazing." It didn't seem to cover what he was experiencing. He

gave it another try. "Fucking great!" His eyes were crossing with the sensation

of Angel swallowing again. Words were just inadequate.

Angel grinned around his cock and continued. He was a true master at giving

head.

There were no missteps, no tired mouth or jaw, just steady sucking that led

right to heaven. It was pure perfection.

Angel's mouth moved up and down Dare's cock licking and sucking him right

to blissful completion. The suction increased just a touch and it was more than

enough to do him in. He came helplessly in pulses of pleasure as Angel drank

him down.

When he was done coming his brains out he pulled at Angel so he would join

him up higher on the bed. "Mmmm, that was a great way to wake up."

Angel laughed and kissed him on the mouth. He tasted a little of his come on

Angel's lips. Instead of being grossed out by it he rather enjoyed knowing he

flavored Angel's mouth.

Angel told him, "That's the way a man should be woken up, don't you agree?"

He noticed Angel's cock was erect and needing some attention.

"I do." Without giving it too much thought, Dare ducked down over Angel's

middle. His mouth grew wet just looking at Angel's long thick rod. He started

to give Angel's prick some oral attention. His mouth slid over the crown to run

his tongue around the rim. Angel's cock expanded just a little more.

His hands touched and caressed Angel's thighs. He teased them open to reach

between and cup Angel's heated balls. Tickling gently, lightly kneading the

silken orbs, seemed to work. Angel moaned while looking down at him to

watch the show.

It was a little embarrassing since he had never done this before. But he just did

what he knew felt good to him. He sucked a little more of Angel's cock into

his mouth. Not too far back because he didn't want to gag. He set Angel's balls

back in the cradle of his thighs to grab onto Angel's prick.

He used the information he gained from last night's hand job to intensify this

morning's blowjob. Darius squeezed the base and stroked half way up.

"Oh, God. Dare." Angel groaned. "That feels amazing." He loved when

Angel's voice got all low and sexy. This time it got that way because of what

he was doing to him.

He watched for a minute or so to see the pleasure that his mouth was clearly

giving Angel. Wishing he could take Angel all the way down, he satisfied

himself by pushing down a little further and hollowing his cheeks to suck

harder.

"Ahhh, Dare! Baby, that feels incredible but unless you want a mouthful...you

should stop."

He chuckled at Angel's warning as he continued to drag his mouth up and

down Angel's needy cock. He had no plans on stopping until Angel was

completely satisfied. Darius's hand worked in conjunction with his mouth to

make his lead singer gasp in bliss. Knowing he was close made Dare work

even harder to please him.

Angel froze stiff for a moment. "Darius!" Angel cried out his name right

before he came. He liked that a lot. Angel's body thrust up to go deeper but his

hand protected his throat from the invasion.

Didn't protect him from the rich thick come that poured from Angel's body.

Again and again rivers of cream spurted into his mouth, which he bravely

swallowed down. No time for sampling the flavor as his mouth was being shot

full, he needed to keep swallowing or he would drown. His hand continued to

stroke Angel through the waves of orgasm.

When he was sure Angel was done, he scooted back up. Angel's eyes were

closed, his arm was over his face and he was struggling to catch his breath. He

asked cautiously, "How was that?"

Angel slowly removed his arm and opened his left eye. "Was that really your

first time?"

He frowned and nodded his head.

Angel reached out a finger to swipe a drop of come that lingered in the corner

of his mouth. He held the drop out and Darius's tongue licked it off Angel's

digit. Angel's eyes heated at the move but he didn't comment.

"So was it okay?" he asked nervously.

"You suck like a pro." Angel sighed.

"Really? A pro?" He laughed with absolute joy at the compliment. "Wait. How

would you know?"

Ignoring Darius's dumb joke, Angel pulled him up to his face. "You really are

amazing." So saying, Angel placed a gentle kiss on his mouth.

He couldn't help feeling proud. He'd accomplished something he'd never

contemplated before Angel, and apparently had done it well. It should have

been odd and uncomfortable but he was as giddy as if he had just gotten a blue

ribbon...in cock sucking. Wanting to keep everything light, he kissed Angel

before adding, "I certainly am."

They both laughed.

CHAPTER 12

Angel helped Dare up into the little hut for a late lunch. Darius looked around.

"This is a beautiful place for lunch." The restaurant was set up in a lovely

garden where ten or fifteen semi private huts were set up with reclining

pillows and low tables to dine in complete comfort.

As a butterfly floated by, Angel agreed. "Yeah, Dusty found it." The garden

had every imaginable tropical flower and plants. "He said the books called it a

private oasis." Starting to laugh, "Just don't tell him he was right."

Darius joined in the laughter. "Couldn't have that."

The morning reminded him yet again about how much fun he had with Angel.

After their satisfying encounter this morning, they'd showered and eaten a

quick breakfast.

"I still can't believe how talented the Master Mask Maker was." Angel shook

his head. The man was an amazing artist. They saw him work the wood

shaping into a character from one of the Temple plays. "When he put on one of

the finished masks, I swear the damned thing seemed to come to life as he

danced."

"I know. I thought it was cool that he was making a donation in his Temple for

our happiness and success." They had each purchased several for themselves

and for the other band members.

The stone-carving village was interesting and Angel convinced Darius that he

should ship several huge creations home. He used the justification that they

were already sending one shipping container to the States, so why not fill it?

So several Balinese paintings were on their way over to the docks to be

shipped. They couldn't resist. The artisanship and prices forced them to make

many irresistible purchases.

Megan and their female relatives would be pleased with their efforts in the

jewelry-making town. The gorgeous stones set in sterling could not be passed

up. Pendants and matching earrings seemed to be a theme of their gift giving.

Dare let Angel order for them. It was nice having someone else make the

decisions. He had never felt so relaxed and comfortable with another person. It

was like Angel wasn't a different person, more an extension of himself. It was

weird in one respect, but completely wonderful in another.

After lunch, Dare leaned over and kissed Angel in the privacy of their little

hut. Lips opened and deepened the kiss. He was hungry for more but Angel

gently reminded him where they were. Sighing, he frowned while Angel's eyes

sparkled with mischief but he said nothing.

They stopped at one or two souvenir complexes on the way to the Winding

Tree Resort. After a couple more hours of hard shopping they were finally on

their way to their new accommodations. Upon their arrival, they were given a

welcome drink, though much to their disappointment they were non-alcoholic.

But the lemongrass juice with lavender was still delicious.

The resort was gorgeous! The lobby was set on craggy cliffs above the

crashing waves. This villa was smaller than the one they had left but it was

even more luxurious. Their villa consisted of three open rooms with hidden

pocket doors to provide privacy when needed. The living room had a Chinese

style day bed, bar area and flat screen that could be seen throughout the open

space; the huge bathroom with two walk-in closets, a garden tub for two,

separate shower and toilet rooms, and in the middle of it was an oversized king

bed. Above the bed was a skylight to see the stars. Off to the side was a table

with two comfortable looking club chairs.

The star of this villa was outside. There was an infinity pool of black granite

that filtered water over all the sides, a jacuzzi, two lounge chairs and a table.

Since the area around the villa was walled in on three sides with a large door

to lock out the world, privacy was assured. The fourth side had no barrier aside

from the crashing ocean beneath the cliffs.

The bellman pointed out since there were two of them, both men, the day bed

was comfortable enough for sleeping. Without blinking, Angel casually asked,

"Since I will be sleeping there could more pillows be added?"

The uniformed guy looked relieved. "Oh, yes, of course sir. I will take care of

it right now. Will there be anything else?"

"Yes." Angel walked him to the door chatting with him. Darius couldn't hear

the conversation as he lost himself on in the view of the blue water and even

bluer sky.

He stayed outside enjoying the incredible oceanscape. Darius looked up,

letting the sun warm his face as and the soft breeze kissed his skin. The other

resort had been lovely but this was truly paradise.

Once they were alone, Angel came up behind him to wrap him up in a hug. He

managed not to purr like a kitten, just barely, but he did lean back into the

strong body of the taller man. His head lolled to the side and Angel's lips

found the spot where his shoulder and neck met. He gave him a tiger bite.

Darius lost his battle and moaned in pleasure as teeth scraped and bit down to

give a sliver of erotic pain.

Continuing to lick and kiss his throat, Angel finally made it to his mouth. He

impatiently turned the kiss into heat and passion. Turning in Angel's strong

arms, he pressed his body in close as his lips ravished Angel's.

"Mmmm, someone likes the change of scenery."

Chuckling, he flirted. "This has nothing to do with the scenery and everything

to do with you." After such a great day, he could only think of one thing that

would make it better. How could I broach the subject? "Hey, I want your dick

up my ass?" Too direct. Do I really want a cock to pound my ass? I want

Angel as close to me as he could be. God, I want him inside of me. Deep.

Maybe I'm a little gay— but only for Angel.

Angel stiffened momentarily then relaxed. "I think we should take a little nap."

"By napping, do you mean fucking?" Darius nervously asked with a tiny

chuckle.

Angel smiled. "No. I mean nap as in lay down and rest." He traced a finger

down his cheek.

"Oh." He couldn't help it if his disappointment rang out clearly. He was hoping

to end his anxiety and just do it. Maybe Angel didn't want him? Maybe manual

and oral was as far as Angel wanted to go with him. Maybe that's what he

meant by friends with benefits. I just hadn't realized the benefits would be

restricted to non-penetration activities.

Before Darius could pull away, Angel pulled him back into his arms. "And for

your information, I will not be fucking you. When we are together, we will be

sharing our bodies." Angel tucked a chunk of his wayward blond hair behind

his ear so his eyes were not hidden. "I will be making love to you, Darius. I am

going to be so deep inside you, you won't know where you end and I begin."

Shivering in anticipation of that visual becoming a reality, he let his head be

tilted back for a kiss. A kiss filled with all the promises that were yet to be

fulfilled. All the desire to be joined, sparked and flared threatening to

overcome them.

Angel pulled them back, leading him back inside for a nap. "But not yet."

Angel purred in his ear.

Spoilsport! He frowned with disappointment.

They undressed down to their underwear before they climbed between the

crisp sheets.

Darius chuckled. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be sleeping on that daybed in

the other room?"

Angel snickered as he turned towards him.

Without conscious thought, he moved toward the man who was quickly

becoming way more than a friend, and curled around him. Angel turned on the

TV which was piping in western stations via a satellite. He found some animal

show and turned the volume down to low. Angel's hand caressed his back as

he cuddled Dare close. All too soon, the cozy feeling lulled him to sleep.

He awoke and reached for Angel but found an empty bed. Frowning, he

realized he really didn't like that. He went in search of Angel. It was dark

outside. Angel wasn't in the bathroom so he used it and ran some water

through his hair. Pulling on a pair of jeans and t-shirt, he went outside to their

private patio.

At least one hundred tea light candles lined the edges of the pool; some were

even floating in the pool on foam lily pads. Dinner for two was set up on the

table overlooking the ocean and a heated cart on the opposite side. Champagne

was chilling. The waves crashed. The stars were out. It was an amazing sight.

But nothing was as overwhelming as Angel. He was dressed in black jeans,

one of The Dark Angel tour t-shirts, his feet were bare so his glittery black toe

nail polish could be seen and he wore light makeup. Darius's breath caught.

Angel was beyond stunning.

Angel had been staring off into the ocean when he noticed he wasn't alone.

Turning around fully, Angel grinned at him. "Hey, we match."

He looked down and realized they did indeed. Both were wearing their concert

shirts from the tour. He grinned. "Great band."

Walking towards Dare to take his hand. "Yeah, I hear they have a gorgeous

guitar player." Angel claimed his lips in a soft sweet kiss.

Pulling back, Dare corrected him without thinking. "Nah, I hear it's the lead

singer that is amazingly hot." He reclaimed Angel's lips with another small

kiss. It seemed to come so naturally now. Touching, cuddling and kissing

Angel felt…right. It was just something he wanted to do…all the time.

Angel broke the kiss to tease him. "Amazingly hot, you say?" Seeing Angel

smile at him made his heart flip. He led Darius to the table to serve him dinner.

"I was going to get a rice table, which is like fifty different little plates, but

tonight I thought you might like the lavender chicken. It's a specialty of the

chef here."

Just smelling it he knew it would be delicious. Darius was looking around at

everything Angel did to make this evening special. Other than their first dinner

date, this was certainly the sweetest and most thoughtful thing anyone had ever

done for him. He cleared the emotion from his throat so he could talk, but the

only words that came to him seemed woefully inadequate. "Thank you,

Angel." Blinking back tears that came out of nowhere.

Angel smiled at him seeming to understand the ‘Thank you' went far beyond

the dinner.

The dinner passed pleasantly with conversations about their experiences that

day in the various villages. Sipping the champagne and laughing at the overly

zealous shop owners trying to persuade them to pay four times the price items

were worth. Remembering the impressive stone carvers and the talented

Master Mask maker. They discussed their purchases and where the items

would go once they got them home. Angel got several stone statues that he

intended for their practice space. Darius had got a number of masks that would

look good in his apartment, so he discussed placement with Angel. They

talked about nothing and everything.

Angel stood up to retrieve the large frozen dessert that was clearly made for

sharing. He placed it in the middle of the table and moved his chair closer to

Darius. Dare marveled at the chocolate concoction and readily opened his

mouth for a spoonful that Angel fed to him. The fact that he felt no hesitation

in allowing Angel to feed him spoke volumes, but he didn't want to bother

with analyzing that right now. How stupidly romantic and how absolutely

wonderful it was, but he wasn't going to think about that. He was just going to

enjoy the magic…while it lasted.

As Darius licked his lips, he blushed when he noticed all of Angel's attention

was focused intently on his tongue. Angel fed him more dessert and a needy

sound escaped him when Dare licked the spoon. An open mouthed kiss soon

followed.

He realized the picture he was making, so played it up to tease Angel further.

Again and again he opened his mouth to be fed by Angel. The kisses in

between the dessert were getting longer and more heated as the dessert melted

into its glass bowl.

Somehow Darius found himself straddling Angel's lap, kissing him with pure

abandon. Their lust-hardened cocks were trying to kiss through their jeans as

he moved excitedly over Angel's lap. He felt like he was on fire and rubbing

on Angel was doing nothing to put out the flames.

Angel's hands were holding his waist to steady him and pull him down so they

could get more friction. He was quickly losing himself to the moment, he

pulled off Angel's t-shirt and his busy fingers were headed to the jeans. Angel

grabbed his fingers to stall his progress, kissing him in consolation.

Soon Angel was pulling off Darius's concert shirt and bare chests met. Chest to

chest. "Ahhh, fuck that's nice." He called out as he pressed his chest against

Angel. His fingers teased over the muscles he found there.

Angel shivered under his touch. Standing, Angel kept the smaller man's legs

wrapped around his waist as he walked them into the villa. To his relief, Angel

headed straight for the bed. They were falling together onto the white

comforter. A moment later his jeans and underwear were tugged down and off.

It might be crazy, but he was looking up at Angel who seemed to be the

embodiment of everything he needed.

Angel looked delicious. His hair artfully mussed. Eyes dark with desire...desire

for Darius. Angel's jeans were unbuttoned and rode low on his slim hips.

His mouth went dry as he took in his lead singer, who was waiting. Waiting

for him to be ready. He didn't know what to say, though he did know what he

wanted. "Please," he moaned out, hoping that would get him what he craved.

Angel joined him on the bed. Hands ghosted down his body. His cock was so

hard it was leaking onto his lower belly. His legs spread on their own. Angel's

fingers danced over his body avoiding the areas that craved attention the most.

Finally, Dare grabbed Angel's hand to draw it between his legs and whispered

with more than a little desperation. "Please, Angel."

Taking his hand back, Angel grabbed the bottle of lubrication from under his

pillow. It was warmed as Dare panted in anticipation. Angel's long fingers

returned to reach behind Dare's balls to toy with his opening. Fingers circled

and teased until he knew he was going to lose it completely if Angel didn't

enter him tonight.

On a broken moan, he nearly begged. "Please, Angel. Inside."

Angel kissed his lips and grinned down at him. "Are you begging me?"

"Fuck you." He was trembling as Angel's talented fingers kept him on edge.

Slowly running along his rim but not giving him what he wanted. Needed.

Then one wet finger dipped a millimeter into Dare's channel for a moment

before pulling out. He moaned and bucked against Angel seeking more.

"Beg me." Angel teased his lips with his long tongue. "I want to hear you."

He didn't want to admit it more than he already had. "Fuck you." Darius didn't

even bother to try to sound mad. He was aroused as hell and he just wanted

Angel. Maybe begging wouldn't be such a bad idea.

"No, baby. I will fuck you. But only if you beg me." Angel's voice was cocky

as hell. His fingers traced over Dare's entrance as he licked his neck. "Just beg

for me to take you. I will make you feel so exquisite you are going to

scream..." Angel sighed as he toyed with his opening. "Beg me, Darius."

He buried his face into Angel's neck and sucked a hickey into his skin. He was

pleased to hear Angel's aroused groan, at least he wasn't alone in this, but to

beg? To beg was to admit he wanted what Angel could do to him. That he

needed Angel inside of him more than he needed his next breath.

The fingertip wiggled back into him, just enough to make Dare mindless with

need before it slipped back out. It was never enough. Just a taste of what he

needed. Just a taunt of what he could have. He wanted that finger deep inside

of him. Fuck it! He wanted Angel deep inside of him.

He took a big inhale and asked, "Please. Angel. Please. I need you." The finger

started moving in and out of him creating an urgent need that could only be

satisfied by Angel's beautiful cock.

Swallowing hard, he looked at Angel. Those gorgeous brown eyes were

shrouded by a spill of dark hair, and he growled before claiming his mouth. A

long wet finger slowly entered him then came back out, teasing him.

But this time he was mindless with need. He was already in bed with Angel

and that was an admission already. He gulped past the lump in his throat to

find his voice before he was able to find the words Angel wanted. "Please,

Angel. I am begging you"

His lips kissed Angel's face before moving down to his throat. Darius felt lost

in a sea of absolute arousal and he was drowning. Angel was the only thing

that could keep him afloat, so he was holding on with both hands.

Angel leaned closer to him and proceeded to lick the seam of his mouth

encouraging him to open to that wickedly talented tongue. It distracted him a

little as a long wet digit slid in and out of his puckered hole. He liked the

sensation so pushed down on the next in stroke. Angel broke the kiss. "Shhh,

babe. Need to go slow. Don't want to hurt you."

Two freshly lubricated fingers entered him and he definitely felt it. Nice and

smooth but not as easy as one finger. "Full." Darius shifted to ease the

discomfort of being entered. He wasn't sure if it was a good feeling or not.

Angel's finger moved like a pair of scissors to slowly open him. The

discomfort eased and it started to feel good. Really good. Dare asked between

hot wet kisses for what he wanted. "More."

"Yeah, Dare. I will give you everything you need." Three fingers were in

pumping when he felt Angel reach something deep inside of him. A spot of

pure pleasure so strong he felt like he could come just by Angel nudging at it.

It felt so amazingly good, he begged. He out and out begged. "Please. Inside.

Now." Darius swallowed.

Angel looked down at him as he writhed and squirmed needing so badly to be

filled. Angel took pity on him and removed his jeans. While kissing him,

Angel must have multi-tasked because he was lubed up and covered in

protection. "You sure, Darius?" His long cock bumped him entrance teasing it

with possibilities.

"God, yes! I need you!" He groaned with undisguised need. Darius had just

swallowed his pride and begged like a whore. He was well past the point of

backing out. He would have continued to plead but Angel pulled his legs

around his waist and lined up his cock.

"Sure?" Angel asked breathlessly one more time. Angel's face was hot and

sexy but very serious.

He didn't know how Angel could keep his head when he was beside himself,

mindless with want. Dare moaned. "Yes." Breathing was becoming a luxury.

Angel kissed his lips softly. "It would be easier on all fours." He tried to turn

him over.

"No. Want to see you," He didn't care what was easier. He needed to see. To

know it was Angel in him.

Angel smiled with tenderness before placing another soft heart-wrenchingly

sweet kiss on his lips. "Me too."

Angel's slim body leaned over him as he slid into Dare's tight virgin passage.

Angel went slowly but steadily until his balls rested on his ass. They froze

locked in the moment.

Darius couldn't believe how much it burned and how Angel's body was

stretching him open. He looked up at Angel and he looked like he was in great

pain. His eyes were squeezed closed, Angel was biting his puffy pink lower lip

and his body seemed to be trembling with the effort to keep still.

His heart clenched as he realized Angel was trying to be still for him. Angel

was trying to make it good for Darius no matter the cost to himself. He waited

until Darius could take him without pain.

Testing things out, he wiggled just a bit. Angel groaned loudly as he opened

his eyes to look down at him. It didn't feel as uncomfortable, so he moved

again. Forget uncomfortable, it felt good. Better than good! Dare needed to

move. Oh yeah! That is what I am talking about! He thrust up and Angel's

eyes flew open wider.

"You okay?" Angel's voice was all sexy and husky.

"Yeah," he replied in a hurry.

Angel nodded his head in acknowledgement as he slowly dragged himself out

of him. Darius's insides were trying to halt his exit progress by not releasing

him. Angel moved slowly back in deep. That long cock brushed the spot deep

inside of him that made him see stars.

His eyes widened. "Ah God! Right there." Angel pulled out and then pushed

right back inside of him to peg his prostate again.

Grinning with all of the confidence Angel Luv was known for, he slid out and

thrust back in, grazing Dare's spot with all the accuracy his experience

afforded him. When Darius moaned in heated bliss, Angel asked teasingly,

"Right there?" Before he could answer Angel pushed in nailing it harder this

time. The boy knew what to do with his dick, that much was obvious even to

Dare.

"Oh yeah," he tried to say but he was pretty sure all that came out was a groan.

Angel kissed him very tenderly. "That's right, baby. Feel me in you." Angel

moved his hips so his prick was reaching places he didn't even knew existed.

"So deep inside of you."

Not wanting to think of all the previous lovers that graced Angel's bed, but

Dare couldn't help but admit practice certainly made perfect. Angel was

beyond incredible. He anticipated everything Darius wanted before even he

knew he needed it, and gave it to him. All the rumors of Angel being

incredible in bed were not exaggerated.

He was seeing stars. "Ah, Angel. Can't last. Too good." Darius was never this

quick but he was ramped up from the prolonged foreplay and it was just too

good to last. Angel was just too skilled. He needed to think of something else

or he was going to blast immediately.

Angel did not provide any distraction from the amazing physical sensations

Dare was experiencing. He actually redoubled his efforts and pumped his hips

to pleasure him even more. His muscular abs was gliding over Darius's

aroused cock bringing him a notch closer to the edge.

"Feel me, Darius. I am inside you." Angel's hips thrust so he aimed to hit his

target perfectly each and every time. "Deep inside you. Feel me, baby?"

"Yes, yes. So deep. Too good!" It was too much for him to bear. "Angel!"

Crying out his lover's name, Darius came. His untouched cock spurted thick

cream all over their bellies as his inside channel spasmed around Angel. It was

by far the best orgasm of his life. Angel's cock kept hitting the spot prolonging

his storm of ecstasy.

Before he was finished, Angel groaned. He knew Angel was coming with him

when he felt the cock inside him fill the condom with jets of pleasure. Angel

rode him until all the pleasure had been played out of both men. He gently

collapsed on Darius, resting most of his weight on his arms. Dare wrapped his

arms tighter around Angel as they tried to catch their breath.

When nature finally caused him to slip out, Angel gripped the rim of the used

condom. Sighing, Angel rolled away from Darius so he could dispose of the

protection. He came back to bed to clean him with a warm wet washcloth.

The gesture was so sweet and tender Darius didn't know what to make of it. It

twisted his heart and filled him with emotion. He didn't say all the things that

were chasing around in his head. He just stared at Angel with what he hoped

was not the look of a lovesick puppy.

Angel climbed in next to him and smiled.

He smiled back at him. Damn, I feel great! Best sex I have ever had and it was

with a guy. Ha, not a guy...with Angel. He was only a little surprised he wasn't

bothered in the least. Gender didn't really play a part in this, only that it was

Angel that had made him feel this way. It being Angel seemed to make

everything…right.

Angel didn't say anything. He just kept looking at him like he had never seen

him before. It was unnerving.

Finally, he burst out, "What?"

"Are you okay?" Angel was so serious and concerned. It seemed so out of

place in this situation, at least to him.

He laughed. "Fuck! You have to ask? I am so good." Darius didn't want to

ramble but he felt too great not to share it with the person. "That was by far the

best sex I have ever had. You are an amazing..." his voice dropped off out of

embarrassment but he finished his thought, "lover."

Angel didn't give him the cocky banter he expected back. Instead Angel tried

to hide the blush that stained his cheeks by cuddling closer. Angel was

embarrassed by the compliment.

He wanted to make sure Angel believed him so couldn't stop himself. He

gushed some more, "No, seriously. That was crazy good!" Angel still said

nothing. Wait! Maybe it hadn't been that good for Angel. After all it was my

first time and I didn't really do anything. Maybe I stink at gay sex?

Angel twirled a chunk of blond hair around his fingers but didn't say anything.

He looked lost in thought; maybe he was disappointed?

After a few minutes of quiet, Darius finally spoke, "Look, man. I know it

probably wasn't that good for you. But I can do better. Just tell me what to

do..." His voice trailed off. He felt more and more like a loser with each

passing moment.

"Shhhh, no babe." Angel softly chuckled before he continued. "It was amazing

for me too. You were incredible." Angel petted his face and snuggled into him.

He stared at him for a moment. The guitar player didn't know whether he

should believe him or not. He stopped chewing his lower lip to ask, "No?

Really? You don't have to say that. Just tell me what to do and I will do it next

time."

Angel chuckled, "Darius, it was..." Shaking his head looking for the real word,

he finally settled on, "Special. The way you gave yourself to me...Hell, you

were so hot. I almost came as soon as I was inside. I have never been so

worried about losing control. You were so tight and responsive." Angel kissed

his head ending the confession. "I loved being with you."

Darius thought about it for a moment. He grinned up at Angel and then turned

it into a cocky smirk. "So I am good at gay sex, huh?"

Laughing the singer playfully put him in a chokehold. "Yes, Dare." He sighed

as if it was a painful admission. "You are very good at gay sex."

Wiggling out of the hold, Dare kissed Angel on the mouth. "So you could say,

I rocked your world." Trying to somehow make a corny pun referring to their

music. It didn't make sense but in Darius's head it had been funny.

Angel huffed out a breath in mock frustration. "Babe, you have been rocking

my world since I met you. Funny… why is it you are just figuring this out

now?"

"So it was okay? Really, you are not just saying it? Cause I can do better."

Darius didn't understand where all this insecurity came from. With women, he

never fretted about his performance, he figured as long as they had an orgasm

it was good enough, but with Angel it was different. He wanted it to be the

best sex Angel ever had, because that's what Angel had given him.

"Darius Stone, baby what do you want me to say?" Angel stroked his back

cuddling him closer. He kissed his forehead. "Are you fishing for

compliments?" Angel was teasing him.

"No, it's just..." Darius dropped it with a sigh.

Angel chuckled. "Baby, if gets any better it might just kill me." Angel hushed

any more talk with soft kisses. "You were, and are, wonderful. Perfect." With

those words Angel's body curled around him until they both let sleep take

them.

CHAPTER 13

Waking up in Angel's arms was something Darius knew he shouldn't get used

to, but it felt so delicious he couldn't stop himself from enjoying it. Angel's

cock was rock hard and poking into his butt cheek.

He wiggled back against the hardened rod. Dare was a bit tender from where

Angel had been, but it was a good ache, reminding him of the sexual activity

that caused the feeling.

Dare knew Angel was awake when lips started to move on his neck. Soft

gentle loving caresses that telegraphed directly to his cock, which hardened

fully.

Turning over in Angel's arms to see him, to look at his new lover, his new

male lover, Darius felt no panic or regret at the sex of his partner. He just felt

happy and a little horny. Maybe a lot horny.

Angel smiled at him. "Good morning, baby." After a brief kiss, Angel asked

"Are you sore?"

Dare knew he was probably blushing like a virgin. Knowing he shouldn't be

embarrassed didn't change the fact that he was. "I'm fine," he grumbled as he

tried to roll away from Angel.

"Ahhh, not so fast." Angel locked him in place. He looked down meaningfully

at his throbbing erection then back up grinning. "It is my responsibility to help

you with that."

He tried to laugh but choked on it when Angel's mouth wrapped around his

wake up erection. Angel had the sweetest, most talented mouth he had ever

known and he just wanted to fuck it.

As Angel was sucking, he paused to ask, "Do you hurt, baby?"

"No," he moaned as Angel licked back down his shaft. Then he admitted the

truth, "A little." Angel's wet finger was circling his opening. He immediately

spread his legs to make himself available for Angel. Sore or not he wanted

more. "But I want more." Was that weird?

"Mmmm, what a hungry little hole you have. It does seem to want something

inside of it." His finger danced inside just a little, teasing him with the

possibilities. Darius felt his entrance clench as if it were trying to pull Angel's

digit inside.

"God. Come on, Angel, please," he pleaded wantonly as Angel's finger gently

invaded his back passage. He tensed for a moment then relaxed into it.

Groaning, he begged. "Fill me."

Angel lubricated him quickly as his body opened for him. His body seemed to

remember and ask for the pleasure it knew Angel was very capable of

providing.

In a confused moment, he found himself thrown over Angel's shoulder. "What

the—? Where are we going?"

Angel slapped his butt lightly. "Shhhh. Just outside, baby. It's close to sunrise."

"It's still dark." Darius really didn't know why they would move from a

perfectly good bed.

"It's almost dawn." The light was just beginning to streak across the sky in

pinks, oranges and blues. "We are going to have front row seats for the

sunrise." Angel took them out to their private yard.

Dare sighed. "Okay." As beautiful as it was out there, Dare wished Angel had

continued with taking care of "his responsibilities." After all, Angel was the

one who gave him that expectation.

Before Angel settled them into the warm pool he set the necessary supplies

within reaching distance. The soothing water was the temperature of a warm

bath and it seemed to lap at his sensitive skin adding to his bubbling

excitement. Angel pulled him in to kiss him deeply as his large hands

massaged Dare's shoulders.

He moaned and stretched towards Angel. "That's nice."

Angel murmured in his ear, "Later, we should get massages." Darius arched

like a cat into Angel's massaging hands, "I think you might enjoy that."

He nipped at Angel's lips. "I would enjoy you..." Dare playfully grabbed

Angel's ass and pulled him even closer. He moved into Angel's embrace so he

could wrap his legs around him. When their dicks met, he swore he saw

sparks. His fingers threaded through Angel's hair pushing it away from his

face.

"Sun is starting to rise. Let's watch it," Angel purred.

Walking with him clinging like a baby koala, Angel went to the edge of the

infinity pool. The water slid over the side and down into the near silent

filtration system. Angel turned Darius in his arms and put him over the side of

the pool wall. Dare's feet hit the underwater bench but his ass was out of the

water and on display.

When he tried to squirm back into the water, Angel stopped him. Strong hands

massaged his aching ass muscles, stopping all of his thoughts of hiding in the

water. Regardless of the display he was putting on it felt too good to move.

Darius's eyes slid closed and concentrated on the long fingers that were teasing

his opening with slippery gel as he was slowly opened. The taller man was

continuing to arouse him while his own dick was trying to drill a hole into the

smooth granite pool wall.

Angel stepped up beside Darius and leaned over the top of his body. "Do you

want me to, Darius?" He grabbed a condom and Darius turned to watch him

put it on.

He spread his legs further and arched his back to demonstrate how willing he

was to host Angel inside his body again. "Yessss, now." Dare's words were

almost lost.

Angel's condom covered cock found his no longer virgin channel and slid

inside, pushing firmly all the way in. Angel wrapped his arms around Dare and

pulled him back into the water. He was sitting on Angel's lap fully impaled on

that impossibly long cock.

Darius froze for a moment to let the sharp burn subside. Angel held him close

just letting him adjust to the intrusion. He slowly relaxed knowing that Angel

would take care of him. He let his head roll back and watched the sunrise on

the horizon.

Angel nibbled gently at his ear. His cock was throbbing as he felt Angel's cock

stretching his ass with tiny pushes. Angel moved only slightly. "You feel so

good wrapped around my cock, Darius." Angel moved him a little bit and the

change caused the penetration angle to start nudging his sweet spot.

Darius was seeing the sunrise through stars of pleasure. "Oh. Angel." He was

beginning to pant. He tipped his head back so his mouth could nuzzle and lick

Angel's throat.

"That's right baby. Feel me," Angel told him as his large hand fisted around

Dare's needy cock. "Sunrise. Together." His body was rocking slowly on

Angel's cock. His need rose. Angel didn't pull all that far out but he slammed

in deep each time.

Darius couldn't be sure what put him over the edge. It might have been Angel's

long hard cock pushing at his spot deep inside that sparked pleasure though his

body. Or it might have been the strong hand tugging his erection timed

perfectly with those deliciously precise thrusts. Maybe it was the low sexy

voice whispered in his ear that filled the emptiness he wasn't even aware

existed. Or maybe it was everything combined.

Whatever it was had his cock spurting ribbons of come into the water. Dare's

hoarse cry was lost in the sound of the crashing ocean below. His ass was

clenching Angel with each shot his cock spit out.

On a strangled moan, Angel let Dare's tight ass milk his release out of him.

"Darius. Darius. Oh. Darius," was chanted in his ear. When Angel was

finished, his neck was softly kissed. Angel held him close for a long time.

Finally, he whispered, "Good morning, baby. Thank you for enjoying the

sunrise with me."

He laughed happily and Angel's musical laughter joined in. "Yeah. Okay. All I

can say is any time you want to watch the sunrise wake me up! Any time,

Angel, any time at all."

Angel chuckled as he lifted Darius back over the wall. He slowly pulled out of

him with a small sigh of regret. Angel dropped the condom near their supplies

so he could collect it later. Neither of them wanted to scandalize the staff here.

Angel pulled him back into the warm water. They swam for a bit before they

decided a nap would be welcome before breakfast.

After a quick shower, Darius was warm, cozy and curled up around Angel in

the big bed. A veil of protection seemed to fall over Darius making him feel

safe. If Darius wasn't careful, he was going to fall in love, and he knew that

wasn't part of the "friends with benefits" package.

CHAPTER 14

Time seemed to move at a much slower pace in Bali. But at the same time it

seemed to be moving too fast. Darius felt the minutes and hours ticking away

at breakneck speed as thoughts of their trip ending in another week started to

surface.

It had been everything Darius never dreamed he wanted, but his time with

Angel seemed to fill a void he wasn't aware of. It was being with the best

friend he had ever had, combined with the most incredible lover he'd ever

had…Darius didn't want it to end.

Instead of allowing his mood to deteriorate, Dare decided it was time he took

the initiative. Granted, he was still a little sore from their adventures between

the sheets a couple hours ago, but time was of the essence.

He had never taken the backseat in any physical relationship with women and

he wanted to change the dynamic that had been set up. Granted, he really

enjoyed letting Angel take the lead, but it was good to give as good as he got.

And it was Angel's turn to get.

Darius walked out to the pool and smiled seeing Angel spread out in his

Speedo and sunglasses on one of the lounge chairs, looking quite delicious. It

made Darius want to lay his hands on him and touch. He wanted to feel that

gorgeous body.

His eyes fell on to the sunblock. What a fine excuse to start this in the right

direction. "Hey, you want me to put on sunblock for you?"

"Hmmm," Angel seemed to be waking up from dozing off and sat up to wrap

Darius in his arms. "What, baby?"

"Sunblock?"

"Mmmm, okay." Angel sat up and turned so Darius could slather it on his back

with slow firm circles. Taking his time, Darius made sure he got every inch of

his back coated in the protective cream.

"Now lay down and I'll do your front."

Angel smirked. "Oh, will you now?"

"And later too, if you'd like." It should be odd how comfortable and fun

flirting with Angel had become, but it wasn't. Darius was beginning to forget

what it was like to have been upset with Angel's innuendo. He loved the

playful nature of their relationship.

Reclining back on the lounge chair, Angel pulled down his sunglasses to peer

over them at Darius. He may have seen through the ‘sunblock come on' a mile

away but he lay right down to enjoy it play out. His thighs parted and his arms

rested easily on the padded cushions. A small smile of indulgence graced his

lips.

Darius's heart rate tripled looking at this sexy man. He was slim but he had

muscles honed by long hours of dance practice and stage rehearsals. Even his

feet were beautiful. But he was determined to take that indulgent smile off his

lips, and make Angel beg for more.

Snapping himself out of his visual worship, Darius squeezed the sunblock into

his hands and started at his feet. Well, they needed protection too. Slow,

rhythmic movements had Angel spreading his legs wider. "Feels great, Dare."

Darius massaged Angel's heel, which he had read once was connected to the

anal region. Watching Angel grinding his ass slowly into the chair

demonstrated that was probably the case. "Oh. Hmmm, really great." Angel's

breath was catching a little and his body was moving in a way that was

pleading for more.

Darius's hands slowly left his feet and moved up to massage his ankles,

thumbs kneading and caressing each one in turn. Darius tried not to allow his

eyes to rise up to Angel's Speedo but failed. His glances revealed the bathing

suit was fighting to hold Angel inside of the thin fabric. A struggle it was

losing.

A little bit of evil seeped out of Darius as he slowed his movements further.

When stroking hands finally reached well-toned calves, Angel was bucking

slightly and softly groaning. He didn't ask but it was more than apparent what

he wanted.

Massaging hands firmly stroked their way up to Angel's upper legs to his

muscled thighs. His legs opened further as a hand on either leg caressed him.

Fingers brushed the leg band of the Speedo, and Angel moaned. His cock was

clearly outlined and throbbing behind the spandex.

Darius's hands rubbed tantalizingly around the tiny bathing suit but not

touching where Angel needed it the most. After he added some more sun

block, his hands skimmed up his toned abs to teasingly apply more cream.

Angel's breathing was becoming more like a heated panting as his body was

played perfectly. Darius bit back a grin of triumph when he saw his lead singer

was crumbling under his hands. The power that zinged through his body was

heady. He was making Angel Luv writhe with need.

Darius gave those sexy pouting lips a little kiss. When Angel's arms would

have wrapped around him, Dare told him, "Keep them where they are or

everything stops."

After a big swallow, Angel's arms begrudging fell to the chair. "Mmmm, very

good." Darius couldn't help but be pleased with that. After a bit of fumbling

and several more long wet kisses, Darius sat back. "There you go." He had

twisted and tied two napkins leftover from their lunch service around Angel's

wrists securing him to the lounge chair.

Angel looked more than a little kiss ravished and filled with lust. When he was

unable to move his hands to take things to the next level, the look on his face

was priceless. The realization was a mix of heat, lust and frustrated need. The

trapped man looked up at Darius with a questioning grin.

Darius continued to stroke and tease his chest with cream. Circling his nipples

he said, "If you want me to stop just say so and it will stop." Closing his

fingers around the two sensitive pink peaks he pinched.

"Ahhhh. Mmmmm. No. No, don't stop."

Moving back down his body, Darius reached in his pocket to pull out two very

familiar items. One was purple and the other one was slick. He made a show of

dripping slippery gel all over the purple dildo and gave it a nice slow tug job.

"Angel, do you know where this is going to go?"

"Oh," Angel shook his head not in disagreement but as if he were trying to

check back into reality.

"Need a hint?" Darius's guitar callused finger traced a trail of the Speedo's leg

band. He pulled it out stretching the material and that must have put pressure

on Angel's shaft. Based on his moans, a good pressure.

"Dare." Angel was gasping as if air was a luxury he couldn't afford.

The slippery plastic kissed and teased Angel's opening until he moved his hips

to welcome the intrusion. Darius eased it in slowly with many starts and stops,

playing with it until Angel mindlessly pushed down on it with a groan of

satisfaction. When it was fully embedded inside, Angel's hips seemed to move

of their own accord. His ass twitched back and forth, which made the plastic

hit delicious places if his moans were anything to go by.

Darius grinned up at Angel as the material snapped back in place. He reached

inside his other pocket and pulled out a small pocketknife. Watching Angel

carefully, he flipped it open.

Angel's breath caught but he looked more curious then worried. "Dare, what

are you going to do with that?" Darius could see Angel's cock was leaking

sticky sweet all over his lower belly.

Grinning Darius ran the non-cutting side of the knife up along Angel's fabric

trapped cock. Pulling up the Speedo to cover Angel's cock, Darius turned the

knife to carefully slice the fabric. A nice slow slit sliced the fabric open.

"Argh! Dare!" Angel's hips bounced up and his cock fought to escape through

the opening. When the long cock succeeded, Angel threw back his hand and

ground down his ass into the chair.

What an obscenely lovely display! Angel Luv spread out and secured to a

lounge chair. Glasses on, lips open in clear invitation for just about anything

and that long cock pushed through spandex just begging for attention. Where

was a camera when you needed one?

"Mmmm, nice." A long wet tongue swiped out around the tip gathering up the

seepage. Angel moved like he was hit with a live wire. Darius smiled up at

him innocently before dropping his mouth down to the very base of the

escapee to lick and tease the base. He knew Angel was too close to keep

taunting him so Darius only gave the begging cock one long slow wet lick.

Based on Angel's keen of need, he was on the edge of bliss.

Darius moved off the lounge chair to give Angel a break and to admire his

work. Angel looked hot and dirty and made Darius's mouth water for more.

The vision of Angel's hard cock pushed through the middle of his Speedos as

he was tied to the chair was almost too much for Darius.

As if to emphasize what Darius had done, Angel pulled at the restraining

material keeping his arms firmly in place. He appeared to be at Darius's mercy.

However, they both knew Angel could have easily broken loose, but the fact

that he chose to allow Darius to have his way was more than a little hot.

Unzipping and pushing down his own cargo shorts, Darius stood before Angel

naked. Unlike a few short weeks ago, there was no longer even a shred of

embarrassment at showing Angel everything he had. His arousal on display

and it was all for Angel.

He grabbed up the lubrication, dribbled a small amount over Angel's lust

crazed shaft to change the sensation a bit before rolling a condom over it.

Adding more lubrication to the condom would make it easier for what Darius

had planned. Without answering the question that was clearly on Angel's lips,

Darius reached behind him and pulled out what he used to prepare himself for

this moment. He showed the black piece of plastic to Angel before dropping it

to the ground on his discarded shorts.

Angel's eyes flared with heated understanding. He clearly liked the idea of

Darius preparing himself for him. "Glad I packed a spare." His hips bucked up

in invitation and he hissed with need as the dildo inside him must have made

itself known.

Darius spared him a smile before straddling the helpless singer as he lined the

cock up with his opening. He wasn't exactly nervous but he wasn't used to

taking the lead with Angel. It was still very new to him but he was determined.

It felt so good as that hard long cock pushed past his entrance. "Oh, God.

Dare!"

Angel seemed careful not buck up so Dare used gravity to help him ease by the

second ring of muscles. "Mmmm," he slowly slid down until he hit bottom.

Literally. The fullness was almost overwhelming. They had tried this position

before but Angel's cock felt so big. No more room. He felt stuffed beyond

capacity. Darius waited to catch his breath as the burn eased.

Angel gritted his teeth to stop himself from thrusting up. When Darius was

ready instead of moving up and down, he first circled his hips, which tore a

surprised shout from Angel. When Darius moved he hoped it felt like he was

fucking Angel's cock and his ass at the same time. "Oh! Dare! Brilliant! More!

Please! More!" And there it was. Angel Luv was begging Darius Stone for

more.

The frustration of Angel not being able to touch seemed to ignite them both.

Darius' hands clasped over each of Angel's, stopping him from pulling out of

the twisted material that kept him trapped. Fingers entwined and holding on

tight, Dare began to ride.

Angel was biting his plump lower lip, a clear indication he was close to

shattering. When he saw he wasn't hurting Darius his hips began pumping up

into Darius. Angel appeared to be unable to keep a steady rhythm. His body

was stuttering with his need for release competing with his desire to last as

long as he could. It was a beautiful torture that one would win by losing. To

Dare, it was like Angel's breath was begging his body for just a little more.

"That's right, Angel. Fuck me. Fuck me, right through your Speedo." On the

downward falls, Darius made sure to wiggle his ass so he was rubbing Angel's

balls, still hidden behind the spandex. He was pretty sure the piece of purple

plastic was doing its job inside Angel. The move kept hitting each of their

nerve bundles.

With a deep inhale, Angel started shaking and calling out Darius's name.

"Darius. Oh. God! I'm coming!"

Darius could feel the condom inside him begin to fill. He rose and fell a couple

more times, the passing thought of what it would feel like to actually have

Angel's come jetting up inside him racing through his mind. He groaned as he

thought of what it would feel like to have Angel's essence actually spurting

inside him instead of into a condom and that's all he needed.

He came, shouting out his pleasure. "Ahhhhh!"

Dare collapsed with no grace whatsoever on top of Angel. Mission most

definitely accomplished.

CHAPTER 15

Dare was smiling as he thought about the last few weeks. He would never have

guessed sex with Angel would be so...fulfilling. His whole body was relaxed

and satisfied, but at the same time he couldn't wait for more.

The days had continued to pass quickly with laughter, delicious food, and

awesome sex. Angel emailed the songs they had completed to the rest of the

band. They loved them and gave them feedback that polished them to

perfection. Angel made Darius sing with him when he was doing his voice

exercises just for the love of it but if the down and dirty recordings they made

were any indication, Dare's voice had gotten better with Angel's instruction.

Apparently, Darius's muse liked Bali because he found he was filling pages of

his journal with lyrics. He probably would not share most of them with the

band since they were a bit too sappy and focused way too much on love. He

had to admit being with Angel had opened up a new side to his writing.

Darius stopped questioning whether he was gay or straight, he decided he just

really liked being with Angel. Okay, maybe more than liked but he knew he

shouldn't go there. They had a great time together whether they were

sightseeing, swimming, shopping or just exploring each other in bed. Dare

didn't want to think about when their ‘Friends with Benefits' pact expired so he

tried to stay in the current moment and just enjoy what they had.

In his current attempt to do so he rolled into Angel, cuddling into the larger

man's warm body to block out his thoughts of this ending. It was interesting,

before Angel he never cuddled, but with Angel he adored the feeling of being

held as well as holding him. He couldn't get enough of it.

A couple minutes later, Angel's cell rang. Groaning, Angel looked at it then

looked back at him. "It's Dusty. Mind if I get it?"

Darius would have rather have kept Angel in bed, but he said, "Nah, go ahead.

If you don't he'll keep calling until you pick up."

Angel chuckled and nodded at the truth in that statement. Dusty could be a

pain in the ass if he wanted to get in touch with you and you weren't answering

your cell. Angel grabbed the phone and answered while he pulled on a pair of

swim trunks. Turning he gave Dare a quick smile before going out by the pool

to chat with Dusty.

Dare looked over at the mound of treasures they had gathered over the last

couple of weeks, and smiled. They'd found several items for almost everyone

they knew and even more for themselves. They were definitely going to fill up

that shipping container. He hoped they didn't need a second one.

He had never realized how much fun shopping could be. Dare was pretty sure

it had more to do with the company then the activity. They had gotten more

beautifully designed paintings, some silver sculptures, more stone carvings,

more jewelry for Megan, and some Balinese instruments that looked more like

pieces of art for Josh and Robin. He chuckled as he looked over at the wood

carving that they picked up for Dusty. It was primitively carved hunter with a

giant penis that represented both fertility and riches. Dusty was going to hate

it! He knew Angel couldn't wait to give it to him.

Twirling the circle of gold around his finger, Darius played with his favorite

treasure. It was hammered gold thumb ring Angel got him at the Goldsmith

Village. He ran a finger over the thoughtful present. Angel had seen him eying

it but he had decided not to get it—because you don't buy yourself rings.

When Angel placed it in his palm at dinner that night, he knew he needed to

reevaluate the entire situation between them.

He still believed he was straight or maybe a bit bi but he didn't find any other

men attractive…just Angel. He loved spending time with him. Loved kissing

him, touching him, sucking him, being fucked by him, he loved it all. He also

just liked hanging out with him. Talking, doing nothing, watching TV,

swimming, horsing around, he liked the time he spent with Angel. He liked it

better than he liked spending time with any of his past girlfriends.

Maybe. Could I? I really like him...a lot. The sex is amazing. But it's beyond

sex. It's more. I love just holding him. Wow! Could I? What if... My parents

wouldn't really care. Most of our fans would be into it. Could we do

beyond...Bali? Would Angel want that? Would I want that? Fuck! I know I do.

But the more important question is, does Angel?

Tired of the endless loop that played in his head, he went in search of Angel.

He found him pacing by the pool on his cell phone. Probably still talking to

Dusty.

Angel's voice carried over from where he was sitting. "Dust, I am telling you,

no issue. It is just a Bali deal. Doesn't mean anything. When we go back home

we will be just friends again. It won't hurt the band. Promise!" There was a

long pause as Angel listened to Dusty. "Right. It is just ‘friends with benefits.'

Yeah, you know me, man. I need a body to keep me warm." Angel chuckled at

whatever Dusty had said.

More was said but Darius couldn't hear the words. He found himself backing

into the villa. He slid the door shut and sat on the sofa. The pain of Angel's

words shocked him to the core especially given the fact that his heart had kept

telling them this was more than ‘friends with benefits.'"

What a fucking moron I am, thinking there could ever be more! Finally

accepting that's what I wanted...I'm just a warm fucking body to him! The tears

that threatened to spill made him really pissed off. His hurt morphed into anger

as quickly as he could make it happen. Well, fuck Angel Fucking Luv! He

wants to use me I will use him. I will just see him like the warm body he sees

me as, and get the fuck over myself! How could I have imagined myself with

Angel long-term. Ha! Like that could have ever worked!

Brief minutes later, Angel opened the sliding glass door. "Ah, you got up. I

was hoping you were still warming our bed." He came over and embraced him

easily as he had for the past few weeks.

Instead of allowing himself to melt like he usually did, Darius stiffened. He

tried not to but he couldn't help bracing himself against the delicious feelings

being held by Angel created in him.

"What's up, baby?" Angel asked.

"Nothing." He was trying to make his face grin. No way in hell would he say

what he overheard, so he went with seductive. "But I am sure you can change

that if you wanted to," he purred wanting to pretend away the hurt and pain.

Laughing, Angel slid to his knees right in front of him to palm his cock.

Apparently, his cock had no emotional baggage and began to harden in the

large hand that was caressing it. Angel ran a tongue over the jersey shorts he

had on which made him rock hard. Watching Angel's long tongue lick out,

Darius's prick tented the grey shorts. Angel smiled up at him. "Guess I

changed it, huh?"

He choked on his forced laughter as Angel mouthed his dick for another

moment before releasing it from his shorts. Angel's wicked tongue circled the

crown and then sexy lips surrounded him as he was chewed down right to the

very base. Once there, Angel swallowed.

Dare moaned and pulled Angel's hair to bring him closer as he sat down

allowing the other man complete access. His heart still bled from overhearing

that he was nothing more than a ‘warm body' but he couldn't deny the pleasure

he felt at this moment. Darius realized their time was coming to a rapid end.

This could be one of the last times they were together like this so he needed to

memorize every feeling and stroke Angel gave him.

Angel's mouth was a hot fiery cavern with a tongue that seemed to lick his

cock with flames until he was literally burning up from it. He craved more.

Angel's mouth pulled up his aroused cock slowly and then licked down past

his balls. Angel lifted him so Dare's legs were draped over broad shoulders.

His head disappeared and he felt the delicious sensation chase through him.

"What are you...Mmmm." He found a complete sentence beyond his ability.

Angel's long wet tongue was teasing his opening with little flicks.

Peeking up at him, Angel jokingly said, "I believe this is referred to as

‘rimming.'" His head disappeared again and the fabulous feelings restarted.

He moaned as he felt Angel's tongue point into a sharp arrow and stab into

him. "Oh! Angel. Please," he pleaded. He loved when Angel did this to him.

Angel's pointed tongue entered him again and again just like an agile little

dick. At the end of each inward thrust, the tongue curled and licked only to be

dragged back out to quickly flick around the rosette entrance.

Once his entrance was slick and pulsating, Angel rolled on a condom and

entered him. Angel usually took him for a nice long slow ride, but tonight it

felt different.

The urgent need was sharper...stronger knowing the end of their time in Bali

was coming to an end. Neither of them wanted slow. They needed it hard, fast

and a little rough. The return to reality was looming, Darius needed Angel to

pound inside him hard so he could forget. Forget that he was nothing but a

‘friend with benefits' to Angel and soon those benefits expired.

Angel didn't stroke his cock even though it was leaking and practically

whining for the attention of his big fist. He pumped himself inside of Darius

much quicker than usual. Angel found his release and shouted his relief. It was

almost enough to bring off him but Angel gripped the base of his cock

stopping his completion.

"Ahhh, God why did you do that?" He grimaced as his building orgasm

abandoned him. Trying to figure out why Angel was rolling on a condom onto

his throbbing cock. "Angel?"

"Shhh, Darius." Angel kissed and licked into his mouth with heat.

He pushed his hips up to press into Angel's fist that was wrapped around his

aroused cock.

Angel let go of his cock as he reached under the couch to retrieve an

abandoned bottle of lube. He squirted some out and reached back to stretch

himself. Darius watched the sexy act while trying not to drool. Wait, why is he

opening himself up to me like this? Angel doesn't do this. He doesn't

bottom...he's never even done this.

"What are you doing?" The words just fell from his lips.

"Shhh, I want you to be inside me, Darius," Angel whispered, giving him a shy

smile.

"But I thought..."

Angel shook his head. "I know." Without another word exchanged, Angel rose

over Darius, straddling him slowly. "Want you. I want Darius Stone to be

inside me." Angel's voice was husky and dark.

They interlocked hands as Angel lined himself up and slowly glided his

opening onto Darius's lust-hardened pole. Once he was fully seated on his lap,

Angel closed his eyes to savor the fullness he must be feeling. "Mmmm,

Darius you are inside me." Angel opened his beautiful brown eyes to look

down into his face, and smiled. "You feel better than I ever imagined." On a

small groan, he raised himself up and then let gravity carry him down.

"Oh!" Darius cried out in surprise. His cock was in the tightest hottest hole he

had ever been in. "You feel so good."

Then the entire situation hit him in the face. He was inside Angel, where no

one else had ever been before. Angel had never let anyone this close to him

because he couldn't separate the emotion from this particular act. He had been

saving it for love. Maybe? Though he did say other guys could not let emotion

in and just focus on the sex. His heart dropped when he realized Angel

probably just figured out that he couldn't possibly get emotionally involved

with Darius. Therefore, he was as safe as Angel's purple plastic dildo. His

heart broke a little more but since it was already completely shattered there

wasn't much left to break.

Even though the shards of glass were being jammed in his heart, he wanted the

connection to go on forever. But that would be impossible given how Angel

was moving. He was all over Darius like hot liquid silk. "Angel! Oh. So hot

and tight."

Angel sat still for a moment and smiled his sex smile at him. His heart

stuttered as feelings tried to come out of his mouth but he clamped his mouth

shut. Angel canted his hips up and down as they got down to the matter at

hand. Sex. That's all this was, and he would do well not to forget it.

He reached around to grip the perfect globes of Angel's ass bouncing up and

down against Darius's thighs. Angel rode him with passion. He moved his

hands from Angel's backside to Angel's front side. That long cock seemed very

interested in gaining Darius's attention.

He wrapped his fingers around Angel and stroked him back to full hardness.

He rubbed the pre-cum that dribbled over the tip back down over his long

shaft. His own cock was in Heaven. Once Angel was fully aroused, Dare let

his cock enjoy the warm and snug fit of Angel's body.

"Close, Angel?" It was a question and a statement.

"Yeah." Angel barely said the word above his breath. Eyes stayed locked on

his. "Almost."

He hastened his stroking action on Angel's cock before he saw Angel throw

back his head and cry out his name as he came. Angel truly looked like the

God of Rock in a state of pure ecstasy. Long dark hair flowing back, ripped

muscles, slim angular features and a mouth made to be kissed crying out in

bliss. His creamy pleasure spurted all over Darius's chest.

The exquisite vision triggered his climax. Angel rode him hard as his body

squeezed pulling Dare's load up from his toes and out of his cock. Angel

continued moaning with the waves of his own orgasm as he milked Darius of

his burden. He roared with pleasured relief as he lost himself inside of Angel's

body. The contractions were so strong he thought he was going to expire from

it.

When they were both fully spent, Angel fell onto Dare's chest. Aftershocks

still hummed through their bodies, his arms holding Angel while they caught

their breath.

Angel groaned as he disconnected himself from him, placing a kiss on his lips

as consolation. He fell over onto his side and grabbed Darius to hold him

close.

He felt like time was speeding up and reality was rushing to meet him. He

tried like hell not to hurt over the words that still rang in his ears. Darius

realized he should probably reassure Angel they would go back to friends

when they were back home. Put his singer's mind at rest, that he would keep

his promise and not turn into some kind of clingy chick.

Clearing his throat, he tried to find the right words. "Hey, Angel. I just want to

let you know..." Fuck this was hard! He cleared his throat again, before

saying, "I will honor our agreement."

Angel got up on his hands to look down into his face, and asked with a smile

and a bit of confusion. "What do you mean? Honor what?"

The blond casually threw an arm over his face to hide his watering eyes. "You

know, about us being just friends when we return..." He swallowed down the

tears that were stinging his eyes. He couldn't look at Angel.

Angel didn't say anything. It was completely silence in the villa.

Stumbling around for the right words, "I don't want you to think..." That I fell

in love with you and it is going to rip my soul out not be with you... "That I

would go back on my word." He worked on swallowing past the lump of

emotion that suddenly appeared in his throat.

"Oh. Yeah." Angel seemed to be looking for words. "Of course not, Dare. I

know that. You said ‘friends with benefits' while we were in Bali..." Angel's

voice was soft and mellow.

His lips traced Darius's jawline and down to his throat returning back up to his

lips. He opened for him trying not to think. He let Angel's lips, mouth and

tongue erase the reality that was crashing in on them. They didn't move from

the day bed; they made out for a very long time before going to sleep in each

other arms.

CHAPTER 16

The mad dash to the airport was truly unnecessary since it was a charter plane.

However, it gave them something to do and Darius was eternally grateful for

something other to think about than his time with Angel ending. Well, not

ending. They were still friends and they were still in The Dark Angels

together. And wasn't that just perfect.

Darius was going to have to pretend everything was just fine. That the best

time he'd ever had in his life was as meaningless to him as it obliviously was

Angel. He knew this day was coming, but he did not expect it to feel like his

heart was ripped out and kicked to the curb. He hadn't expected to fall in love.

So he focused on packing. He got obsessive about the little details. If Angel

noticed the growing space that seemed to be widening between them, he didn't

say anything. Probably because he approved of it, it showed him that Darius

was going to keep to his word. And he was damn it! He was because there

wasn't another option.

How stupid was he to fall in love with Angel Luv, the lead singer of The Dark

Angels? When he thought about how that sounded, the reality should have

always been clear to him. He knew this wasn't meant for keeps so it was his

own damned fault he had a knife twisting in his gut.

Sitting there on the plane now as the one flight attendant barely gave them

their safety instructions because he was too busy flirting with them. Brad, his

name was Brad, which he told Angel at least a dozen times while he flirted

with him. Angel wasn't returning the flirting or the invitational banter but it

still bugged Darius. He knew he had no right to be jealous. They weren't

together—after all that was the deal. Their time had come to a close. So there

was no reason for Angel not to pick up with his life before Bali.

Bali had not been the life-changing event for Angel as it had been for Darius.

He had not had the best sex of his life with another man. He did not have to try

to readjust how he thought about himself and who he was. He had not fallen in

love. Nope, Angel could just go on as before. Nothing had changed for him

where as everything had changed for Darius. The world had become vividly

full of color and now it returned to its dim shades of gray, though darker now.

Darius must have been really out of it because he jumped when Angel laid a

hand on his thigh and said, "What?"

Angel's hand gently traced a pattern up and down Darius's thigh. Slow. Lazy.

Sexy. Darius's cock already started to respond like one of Pavlov's dog getting

excited by a damned bell. Angel just needed to lay a finger on Darius and he

needed him like mad. Wanted him more than air.

Angel rested his head on Darius's shoulder and stage whispered, "Technically,

we are still in Bali."

Looking out at the tarmac, Darius could definitely see they were still on the

ground. "So?"

"Well, I think the pact is still in effect." Angel nuzzled into Darius's neck.

Unable to stop the slight tilt of his head which allowed Angel to nibble at the

base of his throat which over the last few weeks he had learned was one of

Dare's weak spots. The tracing fingers on his thigh were moving ever closer to

Darius's uncomfortably hard crotch.

Darius wasn't able to find the words he needed. He knew he shouldn't do this.

It would be such a mistake. One more time that would be burned into his

memory. One more taste of what he couldn't have. He needed to stop this

immediately.

A large firm hand cupped him and gently squeezed. "Mmmmm, looks like

your body knows the pact is still in place too."

Darius's hips pushed into the massaging palm even as his lips were rejecting

the idea. "No, we can't." His head turned with traitorous lips parted as if

begging for a kiss, which Angel seemed more than happy to give him.

The kiss was soft and slow and gradually built into something it could never

be. But Darius's resolve was crumbling. What was one more time? He was

already fucked up for life. One more time, what could be the harm? "Brad," he

said the word as a last ditch effort to save himself.

Angel pulled back and looked into Darius's eyes, "What about him? You

telling me you want a threesome?" Angel's teasing tone was a bit off. "With

him?" His eyes shot towards the galley.

Darius answered a little too quickly. "No!" He should have taken the disgust

out of his voice and tried to keep it even. "He can see." As if on cue, Brad

made a bit of noise behind the curtained area as he prepared their meal.

Angel relaxed back into Darius as much as his seat belt would allow. He

stepped up his campaign with firm rubs over Darius's denim covered shaft and

teasing bites on his neck that melted Darius from the inside out. "Oh, if that's

all. Let him watch."

Pulling the light blue duvet out from its special pocket in front of them, Angel

laid it over them. The puffy soft silk covered them and Angel's hand went right

back to where it was. Darius was barely aware that they were taxiing down the

runway.

"What are you doing?" The whisper came out more as a moan of pleasure.

"If you don't know, apparently, I am doing something wrong." A teasing smile

accompanied his words. His tongue licked out to tease Darius's silver hoops

running up his ear lobe. Another discovery Angel had made and used

repeatedly for both their enjoyment.

A shiver raced through Darius's body as long fingers danced over his zipper.

The tab was lifted and his jeans were unzipped exposing skin to seeking

fingers.

"We shouldn't do this." He didn't know who he was trying to convince because

no one was listening to the words he didn't mean.

"You don't have to do anything." Angel's tongue traced Darius ear before

stabbing inside.

"Oh!" That was it. Darius gave in. Angel could have his way as he always

would when it came to Dare's body.

Arms wrapped around as they embraced and began sloppy, desperate kissing.

Darius couldn't get enough. He wanted more. Holding Angel tight he was

determined to take everything Angel gave him and if that made him pathetic

well, that was an issue for another day.

When Angel pulled back and gave a wicked grin, he knew he was in so much

trouble. The singer ducked underneath the blanket and within a second, a

warm wet mouth encompassed him. "Oh," he moaned a little too loudly

causing Brad to poke his head out from behind the curtain. He closed his eyes

and just hoped Brad wouldn't come over.

Angel's magical mouth was slurping away bringing him close to climax. A

little bit of turbulence added a new dimension to the amazing suction. He was

so close.

A throat cleared causing Darius's eyes to fly open. Brad was standing two feet

away from him with a perfect understanding of what was going on.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Brad, the snarky little bitch, asked in a

patronizing tone knowing full well what he was interrupting.

Darius wanted to slap that smirk right off of his face. But before Darius could

even open his mouth to form words, Angel's head popped up from under the

swath of silk comforter to answer. "Yeah." He licked his pretty pink lips

before asking. "Could we have some champagne and orange juice? Not

mixed."

By the time Brad answered stiffly with a "Yes, of course," Angel had

immediately disappeared and the blanket over Darius's lap was moving in a

slow up and down motion. There was no mistaking what was taking place

even if Dare could swallow his moans at the sweetness of the sensation.

His eyes slammed shut when Brad turned to go stomp back up the aisle. His

hands grasped over the moving fabric to hold on to the head hidden beneath.

The plane shook, Angel sucked and he pushed in deep.

Whether it was the delay in stimulation, the turbulence pushing him deeper

into that talented throat, some desperate emotions surfacing or the visual of the

moving duvet cover accompanied by those gorgeous lips pulling on his cock,

Darius couldn't say. But within a minute, his body was arching off the seat and

Angel was swallowing all Darius had to offer.

Lovely wonderfully long swallows massaged his shaft in the most delicious

way and made him groan. Angel always sucked him off so beautifully and this

time was no different. When his cock was spent, it was licked clean and left

out of his jeans to air dry.

He collapsed back against the seat trying to catch his breath as Angel

resurfaced licking a bit of cream off the corner of his lips looking rather smug.

"Good?"

As if he had to ask. "Always." Darius wanted to bite his own tongue off at his

enthusiastic tone but Angel's mouth covered his making him forget about his

telling answer.

Brad glared at the look of satisfaction on the guitar player's face. He was now

wearing a pouty frown as he set their drinks down, splashing some on the

napkins underneath each glass. Angel picked up the orange juice and handed it

to Darius.

"To you." Darius cursed himself silently as he toasted Angel as he had done

for the last several weeks.

There were so many little rituals they had developed between the two of them.

Private jokes and little sayings that meant something only to them would have

to be left behind. These habits were going to be hard to break. The thought of

not sharing them brought a wave of unexpected hurt.

Angel grinned as they clicked glasses. Once they finished the orange juice he

picked up the bubbly. "Here." As they clicked glasses, he said, "To you and to

Bali."

Darius felt the familiar sadness fall over his mood. He took a sip and moved to

set down the glass.

"No, drink it." Angel insisted with a grin. "You need it."

Not being able to help himself, he laughed and asked, "What… are you trying

to get me drunk?"

"Nope, just trying to keep you interested." Angel's eyebrows waggling

comically clarified his meaning. Why did he have to be so sweet and

adorable? The hot sexy god of rock was hard enough to not respond to, but the

real Angel was impossible.

Darius was almost successful in turning off all the warnings his brain was

shouting trying to avert more devastation. But he couldn't. So he simply

decided "fuck it." He was going to enjoy what was left of their reprieve fully.

He couldn't have refused what Angel offered if he tried. He wanted, needed

too badly.

Unlatching his seatbelt, Darius crawled over and straddled Angel's lap. His

fingers wrapped into his black hair. Dare pulled enough to allow Angel to feel

the sting of his need before his mouth covered his. His kiss was desperate and

hot as if he were trying to force an invisible print of his lips on Angel's. Never

having tucked himself back in, his naked erection was rubbing against Angel.

As the kiss deepened his hips moved quicker.

Getting off again sounded good. Real good, but he wanted something more.

He dropped to his knees in front of Angel. Without asking permission he had

that long thick cock free of clothing and was licking the wet tip of its

sweetness.

Darius wanted to make it last but he knew he couldn't. Angel was clearly

keyed up. Neither had achieved relief last night so Angel had to be hurting.

Darius didn't want to prolong his ache but wanted it to be something to

remember him by. To show him, he had learned over the past several weeks

how to give decent head. That he had mastered the skill to please him. Just

him.

Turning all of his hurt at the ending of their Bali romance he refocused to

enflame his passion for the cock in front of him. Angel's eyes were on his.

Watching as his mouth slid over the top and took what he could letting his

hand stroke the rest. He had learned that Angel liked watching and Darius

liked showing. Darius hummed a little sending vibrations of pleasure through

Angel's shaft and down to his balls.

Then a small pocket of turbulence took over adding small shock waves of

sensation.

Fingers wound into his blond mop to get a good firm grip. His head was

tugged up and down at Angel's preferred speed as he drove him towards

climax.

A shiver of desire spiked through Darius as his head no longer moved of its

own accord. Giving up control to Angel was part of the thrill he was just

learning to enjoy. It felt freeing, like a weight he hadn't even known was there,

had been lifted off his shoulders. He didn't have to think, worry, plan. He

could just be and Angel would take care of the rest.

Angel was tossing his head against the headrest. His hips were pushing

forward. And his firm hands were setting the pace for Darius's mouth. He was

tugging his head at just the right speed.

On a strangled cry, Angel nearly shouted his name. At that moment, rough

hands tried but failed to be gentle with Darius's head as his mouth filled with

Angel's warm seed. Shot after shot, he swallowed the seemingly endless flow

of Angel's essence. When there was no more, he stayed on his knees and

continued to lick and suck as if a conclusion hadn't just been reached.

Angel, never one to disappoint pulled Darius off his knees and with deft

movements both were unclothed from the waist down. Before he could object

or worry about them having Brad's unwanted company, he was pulled back

onto Angel's lap. Having never gone soft, both men were more than ready for

further entertainment.

Don't forget! That's what this is to him. I'm entertainment to kill time on a

flight. I am nothing but a simple offering to satisfy a rock god's lust. Why? I

can't stop myself.

Darius' head tried to warn him. But his heart didn't give a shit all it knew was

the man he loved was in his arms loving him…with his body at least. He

swallowed any pride he had to settle for anything he could get.

Large hands cupped Darius's ass and helped him move all over so their shafts

could rub and wetly kiss. Both men wanted more but couldn't pull themselves

away from the pleasure they were already taking. They moaned hungrily into

each other's mouths. Angel squeezed and massaged Dare's ass. The message

was clear how much Angel's shaft wanted to plug itself into him, but they rode

the sensations they were creating until one found then the other followed right

into the blissful state of orgasm.

After the waves of pleasure finished crashing, he rested his forehead on

Angel's, trying to catch his breath. Panting, the singer moved back and looked

like he was going to say something but Brad interrupted them.

"Warm towel?" He asked them as if they weren't covered in each other.

A sound of strangled embarrassment came out as he buried his face in Angel's

shoulder. Before answering the dark haired man thoughtfully covered the man

on his lap with the duvet, as if to preserve what was left of his modesty.

"Thanks." Angel took both of the warm towels to spare Darius having to look

at Brad. "And we will be ready to eat something whenever it is ready."

Brad smirked. "Certainly, sir." He scurried off up the aisle to the curtained

area.

Dare pulled the towel away from Angel when he tried to clean him. "I got it."

He didn't mean to snarl but he was uncomfortable with turning into a mindless

sex toy whenever the singer snapped his fingers. The fact that Angel wouldn't

be snapping his fingers any longer ate at Dare even more! They cleaned

themselves and righted their clothing. Darius shook his head trying to comb

his fingers through it.

Angel just laughed. "You are so cute. It's adorable that you are shy about an

audience." Smiling, he added with a careless shrug, "Who cares? We will

never see him again."

He hated how the man whose lap he just cuddled in was so laid back. Nothing

mattered to him. Nothing at all. Including me! "What about the camera on his

phone?"

"Oh, right. I see," Angel frowned. "Wouldn't want it to get out that I bent you

on vacation."

"No, it's not that," Darius tried to defend himself. It surprised him but that

really wasn't the issue. He just didn't want those kinds of pictures out about

him. His father took it hard enough that he was in a rock band, he didn't want

to add a sex scandal to it. Okay, so the fact that Angel was of the same sex

certainly wasn't a point in the plus category, at least on his parent's rating

scale, but it wasn't the biggest issue.

Angel turned and looked out the window. He shook his head. "No worries,

straight boy. These companies pay their staff well to keep the passenger's

business confidential," He shrugged and just like that an invisible wall

slammed down between them. "Good ole Brad doesn't want a law suit for

breaking his confidentially cause. Your dirty little Bali pact with me will stay

safe."

"Angel, it's not that! I just don't want those types of pictures of me, of us out

there."

"There is no us." Angel closed his eyes.

Darius swallowed the lump of emotion and blinked back the tears that sprang

to his eyes, "No. Yeah. I know." As if he needed any fucking reminders of that

tormenting little fact. "My parents…"

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry." Angel's eyes stayed closed his eyes as if he were

going to sleep ending the conversation.

When food came Darius tried to eat. It looked delicious but it had no taste.

Several times, he tried to make conversation with Angel but he was shut down

each time. Eventually, Angel put in his ear buds listening to his iPod, making

it clear all discussions were over. He gave up and tried to sleep but couldn't.

An hour before landing, Angel grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his

seat. Without a word he followed him into the bathroom. Thankfully it was a

little bigger than those on commercial airlines so there was a bit of room.

Angel's mouth was plastered against Darius's who returned it with fever. What

the hell? This was it. It was really over after this and they both knew it. They

were landing, there were no other justifications to use.

They took all they could from each other with an animal-like intensity. Angel

tore Darius's shirt open and all Darius could do was moan when a very talented

tongue found his pink tips. A wet tongue teased and taunted his nipple until

Dare thought he would go crazy with need. Finally, the bite came and he

almost did as well.

Darius couldn't allow himself to be passive. Time was a luxury he didn't have.

This was all there would ever be. This had to count for the future when Angel

would be in someone else's arms. Kissing someone else, moaning for someone

else to bring him pleasure and climaxing in someone else.

Hair was pulled. Hickeys were sucked into skin. Nails raked down backs. No

words were exchanged. They seemed incapable of conveying what Darius

wanted to say. What he wanted to hear. What he had no right to expect to hear

from Angel, he was just "a warm body." A little fuck toy Angel used when

nothing else was available.

He wanted to be so much more. But he swallowed that need behind misty eyes

and refocused on feeling every single sensation bestowed upon him by his lead

singer. It didn't matter to Darius that he was greedily taking whatever he could

get like he was starving for him. If that was sad and desperate well, that was

pretty much an accurate description of where he was in his life.

Darius's hands gripped Angel's waist to pull him closer. Angel's hands seemed

to roam everywhere at once until Darius was whimpering with an outright

need that only Angel could satisfy.

"Oh," Darius yelped, a bit surprised at being lifted up and carefully being set

on the sink. The reason became clear as he realized the height of the vanity put

their hips at an even level.

The urgency cranked up a notch as the "Return to Your Seats" and "Fasten

Your Seatbelt" signs came on. They couldn't stop; they were too far gone so

they continued even faster. Darius's quick fingers were working down Angel's

button and zipper. Angel continued to kiss, lick and suck at Dare's mouth

while he opened Dare's pants.

When Angel wrapped his hand around both of them, they tried to hold out as

long as possible. They didn't pay any attention to Brad's voice over the

loudspeaker commanding them back to their seats. The feelings of Angel's big

hand wrapped hotly around them were simply too good to ignore. Their need

was too great. They finally surrendered to the sweet relief of orgasm. Lips

locked, they screamed into each other's mouths as wetness gushed between

them. Slowly, Angel's strokes slowed and finally stopped with a gentle

squeeze.

Neither one moved for a long moment. This was their last moment together

like this. Ever. Their lips met for the final time. It was soft, sweet and

heartbreaking. Angel stepped back with a bowed head to tuck himself back in.

Some twisted part of Darius liked that he would be on Angel for a little longer.

Though he knew Angel probably didn't wash up just to save time, Darius did

the same. It was sick to want to keep Angel on him for as long as possible, but

there it was.

It was truly over. Now they needed to go back to reality and pretend nothing

had changed. Fuck it all! Life just truly sucked sometimes.

CHAPTER 17

Dusty burst out of the soundproof practice room and into the main room.

"Angel, please tell me why we are doing another show of our old shit." Clearly

the drummer was put out practicing the old while wanting to get into the studio

to do the next album. They were spending most of their time on the new songs,

but Angel made them run through the old ones at each practice session just to

ensure they were still tight.

"To get rid of all those t-shirts that haven't sold. Man, you got to help the

vendors out with their old inventory." Angel teased him with a smile that

didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Fuck you, Ang. Seriously, why?"

"For the hundredth time, it is a tradition to end the tour where it began." Angel

sighed, not looking in Darius's direction.

Dusty shrugged and shook his head. "Delusional, that's what you are! Whose

tradition is that?" Dusty wasn't really pissed but he seemed to look for any

reason to pick on Angel since they had returned from Bali.

"The Dark Angel's tradition," Angel stated as if it were fact.

He snorted. "I see…NOT! You do realize since that was our first friggin' tour,

therefore we have no superstitions that limit us, you damned dork."

Slapping Dusty on the back, Angel said, "Well, see that's where you are wrong

my friend. We have a tradition and we are playing right back where we began

our tour."

Everyone knew Dusty was just baiting Angel, trying to get a reaction from

him. "Yeah, but Ang, we should be working on the album." Everyone knew

Dusty lived for long practices, so clearly he was just bitching to bitch. In truth,

there wasn't much else in his life.

"Dumbass. We are working on the new songs. And after this show we will be

back in the studio recording the next album."

Josh snickered, enjoying the pointless pissing contest, knowing neither would

admit defeat. This conversation had been going on for the last few days when a

change of subject matter was needed to piss off Angel.

Robin walked over to where Darius was standing by the window. He ducked

his head down and shoulder bumped him as he asked softly, "You okay?"

He didn't answer right away. It was as if the question didn't quite register then

he finally nodded. He pulled his fingers away from twisting his gold thumb

ring.

"You should stop by the apartment soon," Robin said. Josh came up and

draped an around arm Robin who smiled at him. Why they weren't a couple,

Darius could never quite figure out.

Dusty continued his diva fit with Angel rather loudly. "Yeah, which is why

practice is twice as long." He pointed to Robin and Josh. "There are child labor

laws you are violating."

Josh walked by and simply slugged him in the arm. "We are twenty-two and

twenty-three, ass wipe."

"That's Mr. Ass Wipe to you, youngster," Dusty said as he grinned as he

managed to land a swipe at the back of Josh's head.

"Ouch!"

"Ready to go home, brother dearest," Robin teased, trying to pull him out of

the fray. He rubbed the back of Josh's head for him.

As the back of his head was rubbed, Josh might have grumbled, "I am not your

brother." But no one could be sure that's what he said and no one wanted to

touch that one with a ten-foot pole. Watching the two of them was as sweet as

it was painful. Robin refused to think of Josh as anything other than the

brother he was raised with, and Josh was clearly in love with him.

Then Josh looked at Robin for a moment to grin his intent. Josh slipped off of

Robin to take another whack at Dusty before he darted out the door. "Yup, I'm

ready now."

"Pay back's a bitch, and so are you Josh!" Dusty called after the laughing man.

Robin was shaking his green-blue head of hair as he watched Josh run out of

the door. That made him one up on the drummer. "Have a good night guys."

Robin smiled at them before following after Josh.

The remaining three said, "Good-bye."

Distraction gone, Dusty got right back on subject like white on rice. "Ang.

Seriously, dude. You are going with tradition?" He was laughing as if the very

thought of the non-conformist singer placing any value on standard patterns of

conduct let alone superstition was hilarious.

Darius went over to grab his guitar as he quietly added his two-cents, "Megan

booked the venue again as a thank you prior to our last show. You know this

show isn't a surprise, Dusty." He shrugged as if it didn't matter to him. Though

nothing seemed to matter to him these days. "We do one last show from the

current album to cap it off. Then go record the new album. Why give him

grief?"

Shaking, the drummer pointed at him. "Oh, so you do speak." Dusty's eyes

narrowed, a trace of anger entered his voice. "What a great question. Why give

him grief? That's the question I have been asking…"

"Shut up, Dust." Angel spoke quickly to cut Dusty off just glaring at him.

After a small nod from Dusty, Angel continued, "It was planned months ago

and you know it. So stop your whining. It's not like you have a life."

"I resent that." Dusty frowned for a moment before he started laughing, "Even

if it is true, it is rude to mention it."

Angel rolled his eyes. Then his eyes landed on Darius who felt like a bug

under a magnifying glass, but he couldn't look away. He never could. It was

the first time since they'd been back that Angel seemed to notice him. His

fingers twisted at his thumb ring just staring back wanting to say something.

Dusty frowned as he looked from one to the other like he was watching a

tennis match. It was clear he was aware of the tension between the two of

them. Angel finally blinked and it seemed to release the paralysis Darius was

under.

Looking down and away, Dare picked up his guitar case at his feet. "Well,

have a good night guys." He moved to the door but failed when he tried not to

look back.

Angel was still watching him. He wished he could find a way not to act like a

freak where his lead singer was concerned. He did try to act normal but it was

impossible. There was nothing normal about the entire situation.

Sighing, he headed out the door with his guitar. Another night of fun stretched

in front of him.

*****

He decided to pretend life could go back to normal so he stopped at the

grocery store. Usually this time of night the store was dead and those there

didn't notice him. But Darius threw on a ball cap and a pair of glasses just in

case. Walking up and down the aisles pushing his near empty cart, he realized

how depressing it was shopping for one. Looking at the contents of his cart he

was shopping for none.

Shaking off the negativity, he restarted walking up and down the aisles filling

up the cart. When he looked at the half filled cart, he realized he was picking

up another item Angel liked. The entire cart was filled with Angel's

preferences. He wanted to scream. Not that he didn't like the sugary cereals

and whole wheat pasta…well, actually he didn't like whole wheat pasta, he

hated it.

He needed to get a grip! It was over. Angel didn't want him. He just wanted

Dare when nothing else was available. Filling his bare cabinets with shit that

Angel liked wasn't really going to be helping him move on. He left the cart and

headed home.

What was wrong with him? He couldn't watch TV. It wasn't fair, his favorite

shows were on and he was home but he didn't watch them. Every program

reminded him of what he and Angel had watched in Bali. How it was in front

of the TV that he got comfortable being physically close to Angel. Hell, he

even became a cuddler.

So he sat and played nothing on his guitar. Because he found if he tried to play

or write anything the subject always morphed into the same. Angel. It was

always about or for Angel. One night he tried to pour his heart out into song

but instead of helping him to heal or move on, it just made his love get

stronger. He wrote a song answering The Anthem of Heartbreak. But what did

it matter now?

Later that night he spoke to his mother on the phone. She knew something was

wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to tell her. What exactly could he say?

That he was a fucking idiot? That even though he was pretty sure he wasn't

gay he'd fallen in love with a man who only saw him as a friendly hook up?

That he'd finally fallen completely head over heels in love, and the person he'd

given his heart to used him for a convenient piece of ass? Wouldn't that make

her proud?

The conversation disturbed him. Now even though he was exhausted mentally

and physically, he was brimming with nervous energy. He paced around his

small apartment like a caged animal. Looking around he realized it really was

time to look for a new place. All the other guys had improved their digs but he

hadn't bothered since he was rarely there. But maybe if he had a nicer place to

come home to it wouldn't be so bad. Right?

He sat down at his computer. He didn't want to answer emails. No way was he

going to read fan fiction about The Dark Angels, too many stories about

Angel. What was left? Porn.

Darius surfed for porn and almost laughed when he realized he was on a gay

web site. Why not? It was really for educational purposes, because it didn't

even give him an erection. Once again evidence proving he wasn't gay!

So he decided since he wasn't batting for the team he had recently been

playing for maybe he should try the sexy female sites to get himself stirred up.

Hot chicks doing all sorts of nasty stuff. It should have sent him up in flames.

Nothing. Maybe he was impotent? But no it was worse than that. The only

freaking arousal he got came when he thought about Angel.

Fucking bastard had broken him. He couldn't get off to straight porn. Gay porn

just made him want to try new shit with his ex-lover. So eventually he gave in

like he did most nights, lying there like a pathetic loser stroking off to

someone who no longer wanted him. Again and again calling out Angel's

name in the darkness.

Lying there as the come dried on his stomach, he wondered how his life had

become so twisted. He wondered what Angel was doing? Who Angel was

doing? That was the thought that made shards of glass in his heart twist and

tear into him until he felt like he was bleeding inside.

That was followed by an even more disturbing thought. He just wished for

Angel to be happy. It didn't matter that his heart was in pieces. Fuck, this

really was love. He was feeling all selfless and shit. He was an idiot! He

should have gone out and gotten laid by easy girls wanting to score with one of

The Dark Angels like any other guy in his position would do. He should have

been swimming in women to forget about their brief, obviously meaningless,

affair.

But no, he was lying there missing Angel even though he was spending

thirteen hours a day with the fucker. He wished Bali had never happened. He

wished he could just forget about being more than friends with Angel. Then he

took both of those wishes back. Darius realized he wouldn't ever want to lose

those precious memories of his time with Angel regardless of how he was

kicked in the teeth at the end. Those were the best days of his entire life. The

laughs, the sweet words, the amazing sex, the friendship, the contentment, the

love…everything he had never known he needed.

Sighing deeply, he fought the tears that threatened as he recalled all he had

lost, or rather what he'd never really had. Growing angry at himself for

allowing himself to feel this way, he thought bitterly that maybe he should

check Angel's ass 'cause that's the last place he seemed to have had his dick!

CHAPTER 18

On and on Josh and Dusty debated the merits of something or other. Darius

blocked out the chatter easily. He was just happy he made it through another

practice. He had no freaking clue how he was going to get through the

upcoming show because of how things had changed before their hiatus. He

couldn't imagine allowing Angel to touch and kiss him. It would seriously

harm Dare's sanity. But fuck it all if he didn't crave it anyway he could get it.

His finger traced the thumb ring he couldn't bear to take off. Every time he

looked at it he got a shot of the happiness he'd felt when Angel had given it to

him. Of course, that was followed up by an injection of painful reality. It was

becoming a cold reminder that he had meant nothing to Angel. He had just

been another warm hole for Angel to use to get off. Someone he used to

scratch his proverbial itch. He tried not to think of who was scratching Angel

now.

They were supposed to be just friends and Angel had made it clear that's all

they would ever be. He used the term friend loosely since Angel hadn't spoken

to him directly since they had gotten back. He could kick himself but his

freaking heart speeded up every time he was around Angel. Maybe Angel

could tell that his guitar player had gone all eighth-grade-girl on him and

wanted to keep his distance until Darius got a big assed grip on himself. He

really needed to pull himself together. After all, he had agreed to just be

friends. Angel seemed just fine with that. He should be too, but his heart hadn't

gotten that memo. Just friends!

It wasn't until he was in his beautiful cherry red Mustang convertible making

his way around the twisty roads to his apartment that he breathed a sigh of

relief. No more practices until the show but instead of being completely

relieved, he felt bitten by a sense of loss. It meant he wouldn't see Angel for a

few days. Even though it killed him to be in the same room with him and not

touch him, kiss him, hold him, the thought of not seeing him seemed to hurt

more. Damned if he did and damned if he didn't!

It had been two weeks since Bali and he was still a mess. He knew it. He

hoped like hell he was hiding it from the band, but Robin had let him know

again today if Dare wanted to have dinner or to talk, he was there. Well, he

didn't want to talk but he needed to do something to take his head out of his

ass. He couldn't keep going down this path to nowhere.

So he went past his apartment building and headed over to Josh and Robin's

place. Within fifteen minutes, he was in front of their apartment building. They

had left earlier so they should be home by now. He pulled out his cell to call

them.

"Hey," he said trying to overcompensate for his lackluster mood.

"Dare?" Josh sounded a bit surprised.

"Ah, yeah." God, he sounded like a moron. Maybe this was a mistake but that

didn't stop Dare from asking, "Would you and Robin mind some company?"

"Sure, man. Oh, you're here. I see your sweet ride." Josh chuckled. "Come on

up."

"Thanks."

Josh opened the door and let him in. He didn't say anything just observed him

for a long moment before he shouted, "Robby, we have company."

Robin came out of the kitchen wiping his hands on the chef's apron he wore

spattered with tomato sauce. "Oh, Dare! Take off your coat." Robin was

helping to remove his coat before he even moved. "So glad you came over."

Robin gave him a big hug as if he hadn't just seen him an hour ago. Robin

pulled the guitar player over to their breakfast bar, which overlooked a small

but fully loaded kitchen. "Josh, babe, could you please get him a drink.

Thanks." Robin went back to the kitchen to finish making dinner. "I hope you

like Italian. Josh wanted spaghetti and meatballs tonight."

Josh grinned over at the man he shared the apartment with. "That's just

because you make the best meatballs in the world," he stated as if were a

known fact.

"Don't let Uncle Leo hear that!" Robin laughed and went back to making

round meatballs and setting them in a tray to accompany the dozens already

there. Robin looked over his shoulder at him, "Uncle Leo taught me everything

I know in the kitchen."

He didn't know the whole story but knew that their ‘Uncle Leo' was a kindly

old gentleman, who was no relation but somehow saved them from a life on

the streets when Josh's father kicked Robin out of the house. Uncle Leo had

come to several of their concerts to dote on them, and the guys clearly adored

him. He had also taught them how to play music.

Josh stood in front of him. "You look like you need a drink. What's your

poison?"

He shook his head. "Whatever." It didn't matter as long as it would numb him

a bit. Well, there's a thought to get me on the right road to becoming a raging

alcoholic!

Robin looked over his shoulder as he put the tray of meatballs into the oven.

"You're right. He looks like he could use an actual drink. Give him a seven and

seven. I'll have a..."

Josh smiled. "I know. An Amaretto on the rocks." Josh made the drinks and

handed them out.

Giving Josh a big grin, Robin shut the door and set the oven. Robin put water

and sauce in pots to warm, and then he made Italian bread with real chopped

garlic.

"So I love how the new songs came out." Robin beamed at him while he and

Josh gathered ingredients for a salad.

"Yeah, me too." Dare just sat there and watched them work together. It seemed

so seamless. They anticipated each other's needs. Right before the one of them

was about to ask for something, the other handed it to him.

Dare tried to think of something to say. He finally asked, "So you guys cooked

a lot with your Uncle Leo?"

At that point, Robin looked up to answer and he bumped into Josh's hips. Josh

had been using the salad spinner and he froze biting his lip. A deep red blush

flushed both of their faces. Josh answered for them, "Yeah, but Robin is a

much better cook."

Darius wasn't sure what the whole blush was about but he couldn't help but

think how nice it would be to have someone know exactly what he wanted and

give it to him. Angel did that but well...that was over now.

Josh's voice pulled him out of his head. "So Dare, how long do you think it

will take us to cut the new album?"

"I don't know. Last time, it went pretty quickly. Hopefully it will go as well."

Within a few minutes, the two of them were done in the kitchen. They took up

their untouched drinks and led Darius over to the sitting area.

"Here, let me get you another," Josh played the good host while Robin sat

down.

"Thanks," Darius said as he followed them over to the sitting area to sit in the

matching overstuffed leather chair next to the soft blue sofa Robin sat in.

The room, like the entire little apartment, was neat and clean. There were

pictures on the walls of the twins, their Uncle Leo, the band and the places

they had traveled to on vacation. Everything was done in soft blues and greens.

Maybe it was the drink he had consumed but it appeared that everything

matched Robin's hair which was done in darker peacock blues and greens. The

apartment was soothing, modern but still cozy.

Before Josh sat down he got Robin a bottle of water. "Drink so you don't get a

headache." The concern and care Josh gave Robin made Dare quite envious.

Angel used to…NO! He needed to stop waxing poetic about something that

never really was.

"Thanks, Josh." Robin smiled sweetly at the man he grew up with when he

was handed the bottle of water.

"No problem I just don't want you to get a headache." Josh shrugged at Dare.

"When he drinks he needs to drink a lot of water to compensate."Josh sat down

next to him on the sofa. Their legs went up and comfortably twisted together

reminding him of puppies getting comfortable. Darius had noticed this before.

They seemed to always be touching or near to touching. If they weren't

together and touching, they seemed almost on edge. The physical contact

seemed to calm them.

"Megan would be happy to know that." He tried to joke but he wasn't in the

mood to be funny.

Josh didn't say anything but looked relaxed as he stole a sip of Robin's drink.

Robin reached over to touch his knee. "We want to thank you again for the

wonderful instruments you brought back from Bali. We love them."

Dare had seen them displayed on the wall and on the entryway table as he

walked in.

"I can play one of them, sort of." Robin beamed with pride. "But Josh has

already mastered four out of the five."

Josh rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't say mastered them," he said though it was

clear he was happy Robin was impressed with his musical prowess. "Robin

has started writing some lyrics based on some of the melodies I have been able

to come up with. So yeah thank you, they are truly beautiful."

Robin's cheeks stained pink as he looked away from both of them. He was so

shy and embarrassed easily. It was hard to believe he could actually perform in

front of thousands.

"Good. I am glad you guys like them." Darius tried to sound enthusiastic but

realized he failed miserably when both brothers looked at him. "Angel and

I…" The sentence died when his voice broke and his eyes slammed shut

against the water that sprang to them. Fucking allergies!

"Do you want to talk about it?" Robin asked the simple straightforward

question that seemed to open the floodgates.

Darius spilled his guts like he was ripped open with a very sharp knife.

Everything came out. His confused feelings at not being gay but wanting

Angel, their "friends with benefits" pact, his overhearing that painful

conversation Angel had with Dusty on the phone, Angel deciding he could

have Dare inside of him without emotional ramifications. He even shared his

humiliation of allowing Angel to have him on the plane on the way home.

His hands covered his face as he ended his tale of woe. "How pathetic is that?"

Robin moved over to pull him into a big hug. Dare stiffened for a second

fearing he would lose it completely but he found comfort in what Robin

offered. Robin was so skinny he fit in the space he didn't fill on the chair. Josh

got him another drink.

"Oh, Dare," Robin reassured him. "You aren't pathetic at all. Love can really

suck." Robin held him tighter and just rocked him.

Josh sat where Robin had been sitting and just handed Darius the drink. His

eyes seemed to catch Robin's. Robin ended the hug with a big squeeze before

he returned to the sofa to curl up next to Josh.

"Look I am sorry for dragging you guys into this mess but I needed someone

to talk to." Dare apologized, realizing he could be making the guys feel

awkward. After all they were in the band as well.

Robin sighed and nudged Josh. Josh looked a bit uncomfortable then cleared

his throat. "Look. We've got to say, we knew there was an issue between you

two. Robin guessed the basic situation."

He flushed a bit. Yeah, looking at how he had been acting since his return it

was pretty obvious. "Sorry." He looked down and away from them just as Josh

pulled the blanket off the back of the sofa and laid it around Robin's shoulders.

"Thanks." Robin muttered to Josh as he finished tucking him in. Turning his

attention back to Darius, Robin said, "Honey, there is nothing for you to be

sorry about. The question is what can we do to help?"

He shrugged.

"Let me make sure I understand," Robin said softly. Dare looked over as

Robin stated the raw boiled down truth. "You love Angel."

He sputtered a bit before choking out, "I didn't say that."

Josh grinned. "Yeah, you did. Just not in so many words." Both guys were

staring at him with small smiles on their faces.

He sighed but stopped arguing.

Josh continued. "But you don't think he has feelings for you?"

"As I said before he referred to me as a "warm body" and "scratching an

itch"." He said the words but failed to divorce himself from the pain the

memory bought him. Darius touched the circle of hammered gold on his

thumb.

Robin leaned over Josh to reach for Darius's hand. "That's beautiful. Did

Angel give you that?" Robin held his hand to examine the artisanship that

went into making the piece.

Josh gently pushed blue-green hair out of Robin's face and Robin closed his

eyes as he leaned into Josh's hand for a moment before he seemed to catch

himself. His big pretty eyes batted open as if they had never been shut.

"Yeah," Darius finally said as Robin looked at the ring some more. "He knew I

liked it."

Robin looked at it thoughtfully. "So it was just sex?" Robin let go of his hand

and slowly moved closer to Josh. "Did you go on dates?"

"Well, not...really dates." He frowned. "He did create lavish dinners for us in

the villas."

"What was the mood?" Robin questioned. He and Josh both looked at Robin.

"You know what I mean? Was it romantic or just good food?"

He bit his lip and shrugged as he admitted, "There were flowers and candles.

He seemed to go out of his way to make the dinners perfect. You know like

ordering food I love." He blushed a bit when he added, "He even had a special

chocolate dessert prepared for us to share."

Josh's eyes widened. Robin smiled as he asked, "Did he kiss you with his eyes

open or closed?"

"Closed. What does it matter?" He huffed in confused amusement.

Robin was still smiling and Josh was now grinning as he answered for him,

"'Cause Angel doesn't kiss warm bodies."

He looked surprised. "Huh?"

Josh rolled his eyes. "Have you ever seen Angel kiss anyone?"

He thought for a minute about all the times he'd walked in on sexual events,

and hell, even the last time he was with Angel while getting a blowjob from

the little tartlet, Angel never once kissed him. "N-no."

Robin blurted out, "He didn't even kiss us when..." Josh bumped into him

making his mouth snap shut.

Josh brought them all back to the point. "Angel doesn't kiss anyone." Josh

chuckled, "Except for you."

Dare's mouth opened and closed.

"And guys don't buy each other jewelry...especially not rings if feelings aren't

involved," Robin said with confidence. Josh's head swung back to look at him

then turned back to refocus on Darius.

He tried not to let the tiny kernel of hope in his heart grow. "So what are you

saying?" Dare wanted it spelled out for him.

The door buzzer rang. Josh got up to deal with it and Robin went to the kitchen

to check on dinner. He just sat there thinking about all the information. He set

his drink down just as Dusty walked in.

Not being able to stop himself, he looked past Dusty to see if Angel followed.

When the door closed, he tried not to be disappointed. He waved to Dusty as

he got up to fix himself another drink.

Josh, ever the good host, got Dusty the bottle of water he requested.

Robin came out of the kitchen. He pulled Dusty into a big hug and asked, "Can

you stay for dinner?"

Dusty sniffed the air and sighed. "Nah, can't. Smells great though." Looking

over at Darius, he added, "I'm having dinner with Angel."

Dare could feel all eyes lock on him. What? What was he supposed to say to

that?

"My boy's messed up." Dusty anger bled into his voice. "Bad." His eyes

seemed to narrow in on him. "I don't think he's been eating much since he

returned from Bali."

Darius gulped down the drink. How many had that been? Three or four? More

than he was used to for sure. He closed his eyes for a moment trying to make

himself remember it wasn't his place to worry about Angel.

"I think that's going around," Robin spoke softly as if to calm Dusty's anger.

Dusty seemed to pull himself up short before throwing out more thinly veiled

accusations. "Oh yeah?" Looking at Robin, then Josh and then focusing on

Darius.

Darius ignored them all as he threw back the drink not wanting to deal with

more of Dusty's misplaced temper. Yup, on the road to alcoholism.

Josh chuckled. "Most definitely. Appears Bali can really mess up a guy's

digestion."

He opened his eyes to find everyone smiling in his general direction. Dusty

was nodding as he grinned at him. First anger now smiles, maybe Dusty

needed medication? Ask Megan to give him ‘special water'? Darius caught

himself before he laughed. He must really be feeling the booze.

Robin pulled Dusty into the kitchen. "Let me get you some meatballs to go."

Josh followed.

There was loud whispering in the kitchen but he couldn't make it out so he just

sat there. A couple of minutes later, the guys and Dusty laden with a plastic

container filled with meatballs came back into the living room.

"Oh, forks." Robin ran back into the kitchen and returned with two plastic

forks, napkins, two bottles of water and a shopping bag to put it all in.

Dusty didn't argue as he took the supplies from Robin. "Thanks man." Looking

over at him, Dusty grinned. "Take care man. I'll make sure our boy eats."

Josh laughed, patting Dusty on the back. "See you man. We'll do the same."

Robin added, "Drive safely, Dusty!"

"Always."

The door closed and Robin turned around with a great big smile. "Come on.

Dinner time." Josh led the charge in setting the table by telling Dare where all

the plates, cups and silverware were located. Robin got the pasta drained and

rinsed. Josh set out the serving bowls for the meatballs and pasta. He reached

up and got a wicker basket for the garlic bread. Josh put the salad on the table.

Robin put the finishing touches on the food and pulled serving utensils out of

the drawer. Dare and Josh carried everything out to the table while Robin took

Dare's drink order for a soda. He brought that to the table with two big glasses

of cold milk.

"Want milk instead, Dare?"

Robin must have caught him staring at the glasses of milk. Not wanting to

insult them, he agreed. "Yeah. Thanks." Cold milk sounded good.

They passed around the food and filled their plates. Rather, Josh and Darius

filled their plates, while Robin only had a little bit of pasta and a meatball in

his plate.

Josh frowned and shook his head. "Please, Robby."

"I am not that hungry, Josh." Robin's lower lip actually pouted out.

"Please Rob-Rob, for me," Josh was pulling out the big guns to get Robin to

eat. Darius agreed the guy really was a little too heroin chic.

"Rob-Rob?" The question slipped out before Dare thought about it.

Robin blushed and touched Josh's hand. "Yeah, when we were little Josh could

get me to do just about anything by calling me Rob-Rob." He smiled at Josh

sweetly.

Frowning, Josh said, "Too bad it doesn't work for everything." Robin's eyes

went wide but said nothing. "Come on, Rob-Rob. Eat."

Robin closed his eyes in defeat and Josh added another meatball and more

pasta.

He couldn't believe how adorably sweet these two were together. Robin glared

at his ‘brother' but when Josh reached out to give his hand a squeeze. Robin's

glare turned into a small smile and he started to eat.

"So what's the plan Robby?" Josh asked.

Robin's innocence seemed to vanish as an evil mastermind invaded him. "Dare

stops lying to himself. We help him write a song. He sweeps Angel off his

feet. Hot rocker boy ends up with hot rocker boy and a very happy ending for

all."

He looked from one to the other as if they had lost their minds. "Huh? You

have been reading way too much of The Dark Angels Fan Fiction, you know

that right?" Dare let himself smile for a moment allowing that kernel of hope

to grow. "What did Dusty say?"

Robin smiled sweetly and Josh grinned like a cat over a goldfish bowl.

"Come on, spill it." Darius was trying to stay sane but the seven and sevens

were catching up. He ran his fingers through his blond mop that flipped over

the right side of his head. His silver earrings jingled lightly as he waited

impatiently for them to come clean.

Robin's eyes sparkled. "Let's just say you are not the only one..." He stopped

looking for the right phrase.

"Fucked up," Josh supplied the words.

Smiling at Josh, then at him, Robin exclaimed, "Exactly!"

He was shaking his head trying to make his alcohol soaked brain think clearly.

"But..."

"But, nothing. Angel is just as screwed up as you are and for the same reason."

Robin spoke slowly as if he knew he was having trouble processing. "You are

going to write a song and sing it to him at the show. You are going to do the

‘Grand Gesture' and prove your feelings for him."

"But..."

"You love him," Robin said.

He inhaled and exhaled slowly. He shrugged. "Yeah." Of course he did.

"You want him." Josh stated it as a fact.

"Yes." More than anything in the world.

Robin cut to the conclusion. "Then nothing else matters, right?"

Darius looked from one to the other. But he still didn't know how to do any of

it. "Thank you. But now what?"

May be it was the alcohol but Robin's eyes seemed to sparkle at him. "We

plot."

"Plot?" He asked trying to wrap his head around the entire evening.

Josh's laugh barked out.

"Okay. Since you drank you can't drive tonight anyway, you can stay and we

can start on the song right away. We don't have another practice until the day

of the show. So we have plenty of time."

Josh smiled at Robin then turned to arch an eyebrow at Darius.

"Okay." Smiling for the first time in forever, he added, "I may have a couple

songs that might work if you guys are willing to help..."

CHAPTER 19

Darius didn't see Angel until the day of the show. At the sound-check and

rehearsal, he made a couple of half-hearted attempts to speak with him but

lacked the follow through necessary for an actual conversation. He couldn't

figure out an opening.

The show was awkward and stilted. The fans were simply confused. On stage,

Angel was stiff around Darius. Dusty tried to catch Angel's eye a number of

times but Dare saw Angel purposefully not looking up at the drummer. He had

even gone so far as to change their set list taking off any song where they

interacted. The fans were going to throw a hissy fit if the show ended in this

bizarre manner. This was not The Dark Angels they had paid good money to

see. This was a train wreck.

The show was painfully drawing to a close. Angel belted out Anthem of

Heartbreak with even more feeling than usual. Before he sang the first notes,

Dare could see tears were leaking down Angel's face. Angel's voice jagged

with hurt. It might have been his imagination but Angel didn't have to dig to

find his pain. It was right there on the surface for all to see.

At the end of the song, Angel crumpled to the floor with his peacock colored

wings behind him. As planned the lights stayed on longer than usual and

Angel being the professional he was, froze in the spotlight waiting for them to

go off so he could exit. But that didn't happen, another spotlight came on.

In a shaky voice, Darius began to sing out the words of the song that he had

written and Robin helped him polish. Josh was playing one of the stringed

instruments from Bali. The song was called With Wings. The first few lines

were about a lost love and a desperate need to recapture it.

The pain of over

Is ripping me apart

We are done before we've had our start

The rain of tears were falling

Before you even knew my heart

His voice grew stronger as he felt the words that he had written for Angel

course through him.

I was lost

You found me there

You gave me something

I hoped you really cared

But you left like there was nothing to it

You left before you really knew it

The crowd inhaled quietly. He bent to enfold Angel in his arms as words of

love, his love, his need and desire were belted out. His voice now strong was

filled with conviction.

I can't see your smile

And not want to be the reason

I can't see your lips

And not want to kiss them

It should be no surprise

I can't be just your friend

We are so past that season

Angel finally looked up to see him. He was shirtless just like Angel but his

wings were a beautiful pearly white. Angel seemed a bit disoriented but took

the offered assistance to stand. His eyes asked a million questions of Darius

but Darius just gently brushed away the tears that still traced down Angel's

face as he sang his deep love and longing for Angel.

Gonna love you if you'll let me

Don't give a damn about what that means

Cause without you I am coming apart at the seams

I want you to be mine

Mine until there is no more time

I can't see your smile

And not want to be the reason

I can't see your lips

And not want to kiss them

I can't be just your friend

We are so past that season

Dusty and Robin added their sound as the music took off. He cupped Angel's

face to gently draw him down into a soft slow kiss. Time froze as he tried to

convey all of his feelings in that one kiss. His lips moved across Angel's

mouth wordlessly asking for another chance at what they had in Bali.

The shadows they were casting on stage were very theatrical. The two winged

males holding each other, tenderly kissing had the audience enchanted.

Especially since said men had been acting strangely disjointed and out of sorts

all night. Their fans were bright enough to realize they were privy to more than

a new song. They were witnessing a bold declaration.

Angel pulled back as if he were trying to understand what was happening. But

Darius wouldn't allow the distance as his lips continued to plead his case.

Kissing Angel's angular jaw and down to his neck. This seemed to wake the

crowd and they began going crazy. He held the taller man tightly against him

as he sang the rest of the song looking deeply into those beautiful brown eyes.

The words were full of meaning, heavy with love and devotion.

You are my heart,

My love

My life

Take it all

Take everything

There's nothing left

Cause I can't be just friends

We are so past that season

As the spotlights went out, and soft lights lit the stage, he prayed to all things

holy that Angel returned his feelings. Regardless of what the other guys said

he really felt like he was hanging on over a ledge here. He could be making a

fool out of himself for no reason, but the chance was worth everything.

He spoke into his ear, "Angel, I love you."

Angel shook his head as if denying the statement. He replied, "But you aren't

gay, Dare." Angel looked undone by the declaration and tried to step back.

He couldn't let that stop him. His heart was racing. This was it. He was putting

everything out there. If Angel rejected him it would devastate him but at least

he would have no regrets. He had to try. "Gay, straight or bi, it doesn't seem to

matter. I love you." He wouldn't be dissuaded. He had fought himself far too

long not to overcome Angel's half-hearted protest. "I love you. Only you."

Angel remained speechless. The crowd shut right up. Darius briefly wondered

if their headset microphones were still on. But by the looks on the audience's

faces he was pretty sure their little scene was being heard by all. He was dimly

aware that thousands of people had hushed and were hanging on their every

word. But it took a backseat to the matter at hand.

He needed Angel to say something. To say anything. Darius had just

proclaimed his love and Angel was silent. It didn't appear to be a good sign,

but he was going to go down swinging. So he pushed for a response. "I can't

be just friends. I love you. I want more."

Angel's voice barely above a whisper, "More?"

"I want it all, Angel." Darius needed Angel to understand how serious he was.

He was all in but he was willing to compromise. He would give anything he

had, allow anything to be with Angel. Since Bali, his life lost its meaning.

Without Angel in it, life pretty much sucked.

Sighing, he back-peddled. He would compromise. "Look, I will settle for this."

He pulled him down for another teasing soft kiss. "Just this." It would kill him

not to have all of Angel but some of what you wanted was better than none at

all. Another tender kiss was placed across the seam of Angel's mouth. "Please.

I'll be your warm body, Angel. I don't care. I just need to be with you."

"God, Dare." Angel looked out at the stunned crowd. They had forgotten the

thousands of eyes were watching this drama unfold. His dark head turned back

to him as his peacock colored wings brushed against his white ones.

His head dropped forward to hide his pain and fear of rejection. He didn't care

if he sounded desperate or pathetic. "You don't have to love me. Just let me be

with you. I love you."

Angel growled and took control. He grabbed him and dipped him so low his

wings brushed the ground. Then his lips were pulled into a romantic kiss. It

was probably thrilling the audience but thrilling him so much more. The singer

pulled back from the clinging soft moist lips, his eyes were sparkling. Angel

simply said, "I don't want to be friends. I don't think I could ever be friends

with you again."

Pain and confusion sliced through Darius. He opened his mouth but Angel

captured it in a quick kiss before continuing to clarify. "I can't be just friends.

It wouldn't be enough. As you sang, we are well past that season. I love you."

Pausing to bite Darius's lower lip, he sucked it into his mouth before taking

another kiss. "You said you wanted to honor our pact, so I let you go."

"But…wait you love me?"

"Of course I do. How could I not?" Angel looked as if he questioned his

sanity. "I thought you understood when…but then right after you talked about

honoring the pact. Maybe Dusty's right. I am an idiot!"

Words escaped Dare so he pulled Angel down for another kiss, this time

searing his insides.

The crowd lost it. There was roaring, screaming, and people trying to scramble

on stage. The security had their hands full for a couple of minutes until Angel

stopped kissing him long enough to speak to the crowd. He helped Dare stand

up straight and smirked when he was a bit unsteady. Angel placed a loving

kiss on his forehead. Taking his hand, he walked them over to the edge of the

stage, front and center to speak to the crowd.

Leaning down to them he said, "Hey! Hey, there!" His hand squeezed Dare's

for a moment as they waited. Once he had their undivided attention, Angel

began to purr to the audience, "If you boys and girls can behave, I will sing

about what I am planning to do right after the show." He looked at Darius,

who was shaking his head and laughing. Turning, Angel kissed him full on the

mouth causing mayhem once again for several minutes.

Grinning back at the other guys, Angel blew kisses of thanks. When calm was

restored, or as close as they were ever going to get, Angel smirked. "As I was

saying, if you boys and girlies can behave, I will sing about what I am going to

do right after the show." He leaned down further to the audience to stage

whisper, "Right back stage," grinning big at Darius. Then running a hand

through his hair and looking far too sexy, he teased the audience, "If he'll let

me. I hope he will…"

The noise from the audience was deafening. Dare blushed as he was more than

ready to head back stage right then and there. Damn Angel for promising

another song. He hoped he could make it through it without orgasming right

there on stage. Kissing Angel had made him rock hard and now he knew

Angel was going to torment him with flirting, teases and rubbing up against

him on stage. He had serious doubts about whether his body could handle the

stimulation without creaming in front of their fans. Although it was a price he

would gladly pay! Angel loved him!

Angel walked them, strutted really, further back to center stage. Angel ran his

long tongue across the seam of his mouth. His large palm connected with

Darius's backside, sending thrilling shivers through his needy body, giving him

a reminder of where Angel would soon be lodged. It had been far too long and

he needed it. Badly.

Everyone froze. People stopped trying to climb onto the stage. They remained

on their feet but returned to stand in front of their seats. The noise level

dropped. Angel called out to Josh who was on guitar, but it was probably

unnecessary.

Everyone knew the song Angel was going to sing. The first notes of Love Me

Fuck Me Suck Me were played by Josh then Dusty and Robin came in. They

extended the intro to give Dare and Angel enough time to get out of their

wings. They handed off their microphoned headsets to one of the roadies since

Angel just about knocked them off their heads during their last kiss. He

grabbed a cordless mic to finish the show.

Angel stood shirtless and smirked out at the crowd. "Pervs!" He teased the

audience as they clapped their approval. He and Angel allowed the roadies to

take off their wings. It was odd not to have his guitar but it allowed him to

focus on singing with Angel. He decided he was going to torment Angel a bit

for having the idea of singing another song instead of getting them alone. So

he planned to do all the motions with more than a little eagerness than was

usually permissible on stage.

The entire audience joined them in song. Angel sang, "I want to love you!"

He playfully grabbed the microphone and sang, "I do love you!" Then he laid a

hot kiss right on Angel's surprised very pretty mouth. Angel grinned his

approval. He realized right then his plan was flawed in that this was no

punishment for Angel. Angel would never be embarrassed by anything he

could possibly dream up. Hell, Angel could take Darius right on the stage and

it wouldn't cause him a moment of worry. This was just a public display of

foreplay, but right now that was okay by him.

"I want to fuck you!" They sang together as Dare slid behind Angel to run his

hard dick up and down the cease of Angel's leather pants. Angel made a show

of bending his knees and arching his back so the shorter man could reach his

ass. The move teased them both with want and need. Angel pushed back into

him and moaned for all to hear as he wiggled his butt against him sending

sensations through both of them.

They combined their voices to make a gorgeous sound. "I want to love you! I

want to fuck you!" Angel got behind him and thrust his clothed body into his

leather encased backside as the music took off.

Circling to the front of Angel, he wanted to make Angel crazy so he gracefully

dropped to his knees in front of him. Angel held the mic down to him as he

looked up and sang, "I want to suck you!" His tongue came out and swiped

over Angel's leather covered cock. Angel's breath loudly hitched. Instead of

just bobbing his head stimulating the look of a blowjob, Dare moved forward.

His mouth closed over the side of Angel's large dick outlined in the tight

leather tearing a groan from his singer. His open mouth slid up and down the

leather that hid the shaft he was dying to suck.

Angel wrapped his fist in his hair and pulled that wicked mouth harder onto

him, moaning with pure desire into the mic. It sounded wicked and dirty, like

something out of a porno. The crowd went wild. He slowly rose up to his feet,

turned and pulled Angel to the side so the audience could see both of them in

profile. Their cocks were straining as if they were trying to escape the leather

that confined them to reunite.

His voice dropped to sing almost softly, "I want to kiss you..." The music

soared as his mouth captured Angel's in a hot wet French kiss. The music went

on and on as they shared a scorching hot kiss. Darius owed the guys in the

band a big thank you for following their lead so well and giving them as much

time as they needed.

Angel finally broke the kiss. Pulling away they both panted. They turned to

look out at the fans. The audience was practically losing their minds while

dancing and jumping to their music. He was trying to catch his breath as Angel

sang, "I want to lick you." Angel ran his hand through Dare's blond mop

before latching on to it and exposing his neck. Angel's tongue licked a long

wet line from the base of his throat to his chin.

He tried to stifle the moan but couldn't. Angel made sure the shared

microphone caught every whimper. Angel gave him a pleased smile then a

quick kiss on the mouth before continuing the song, "But he does really want

me." Angel pulled away just enough to sing his joy to the audience. "Yes. He

does really need me...That's the joy of my love..."

Angel was changing the words as he sang. Dare didn't want to mess up the

lyrics Angel was singing on the fly so he just hugged him tight. Finally, the

song came to an end with Angel singing his love and need for Darius.

They didn't wait for bows or encores. Angel gave a quick wave, blew a sexy

kiss to the audience then dragged Darius off stage and into the private dressing

room without further pause. Even though the band knew to stay the hell out,

they locked the door against any other intruders.

Within minutes of entering, they were both naked. It had been a while and he

got a little shy looking at the larger man's body, but that didn't stop him from

drinking it in. Angel was every inch the Rock God the tabloids claimed him to

be. His hands skimmed restlessly over Dare's skin to settle on his ass. On a

low groan, Dare pushed his ass back into Angel's palms. Angel Luv, his very

own Rock God.

Angel's hands squeezed the muscles and a finger brushed near his opening. He

thrust forward causing his weeping dick to slip across Angel's lust-hardened

rod, painting it with sticky sweet pre-come that was seeping from the tip.

Angel's fingers found the piece of plastic Darius had in for the entire show.

He grabbed some strands of blond hair, pulling Dare's face to his own. Angel's

other hand was tapping the butt plug causing sweet sensations to ripple

through Dare. "What's this, baby?" he asked innocently, as if he didn't know.

Darius gasped. He was already so turned on and very close to the edge. "You

know." He leaned his head to the side so Angel could lick, suck and kiss his

neck at will. Groaning when Angel didn't pass up the offer, he smiled knowing

he was going to be sporting some hickeys tomorrow.

Angel sucked on his neck marking him "taken." "You planned this?" Angel

asked, not upset but clearly impressed.

"Well, yeah. I wanted to be ready for you..." His voice trailed off.

"Are you?" Angel asked between licks, sucks and bites. "Are you ready for my

big dick? 'Cause you know where it is going, don't you?"

"Yeah. I know." He swallowed, feeling his face catch fire.

"I love that blush, Darius Stone." Angel sounded way too smug until he said,

"I love you."

"I love you too, Angel." Angel sucked up another hickey on Dare's shoulder.

Dare was growing far too impatient for this teasing. "Please, Angel." He didn't

care if he was begging. He wasn't above it. Angel had proven that to him again

and again in Bali. His need could be heard in his breathless pleas to be taken.

Angel's fingers moved the plug he had used to ready himself for Angel. "That's

right baby. Beg for me. Beg me to take you. You want me inside. Deep inside,

don't you?"

Groaning Darius, begged. "Please Angel. Yes. Take me, hard."

"God, Darius." Angel smiled. He shook his head then rested it on top of Dare's

sweat dampened blond mop. "You had this in you the entire show, Dare?"

He groaned with pent up frustration, "Yes. Now! Please, Angel. Inside. Need

you so bad."

On a growl, Angel sat in the red chair and pulled him on to his lap. He slid the

piece of plastic out of Darius and replaced it with his cock. The guitarist

slowly sank into him. He was wrapped around him in every way. Dare rose up

to slam back down and that's when Angel froze.

When Dare would have moved, Angel held him still. "No. Don't," Angel

sounded like he was being strangled. He felt if Angel didn't let him move he

was going strangle him for real. Darius could feel the dick up his ass throbbing

like a heartbeat. He just wanted to bounce up and down until they both

exploded.

"What?" Dare asked in a tone that complained with frustrated need.

"Not, um wearing anything."

He sighed and took a cleansing breath. They had talked in Bali but had decided

to continue to keep the rubber between them. Not for safety, since they both

tested clean but as a mental separation reminding them they had no

commitment of fidelity. The condoms were a reminder of their just "friends

with benefits" pact.

Dare inhaled again trying to find a calm he didn't feel before he said, "Angel,

like we said we both tested clean every three months and I have never had

unprotected sex."

Angel moaned. "Neither have I. Until now." He felt Angel's hand loosen so he

pressed his advantage to rise up and fall, stroking Angel's long cock inside

himself. Angel choked out, "Wait." His panting breath made it hard to talk.

"Wait. I have never been inside anyone without wearing something and the

last nine months I have only gotten blowjobs." Angel held him close so he

couldn't fuck himself up and down.

Darius wanted to kill him. His body was wound tighter than an overwound

clock. But this was important, so he nuzzled Angel's neck. "If you never had

unprotected intercourse and tested clean, and I never had unprotected sex and

tested clean, I would say we are good to go."

"Safe?"

"Yes!"

"Sure you want this?"

"Angel! Please!"

Angel seemed to want to argue more but his hot clenching of his insides and

logic won out. They really were reasonably safe. So on a sigh, Angel allowed

himself to surrender to the feeling of nothing but skin.

Moving slowly up and slamming back down to peg his prostate, Dare's cock

throbbed. Angel felt so good inside him. Even better than he remembered.

Angel's whole body was starting to shake. He was ready to snap like an

overextended rubber band. "Dare. I can't. It's too good." Angel wrapped his

hand around Dare's cock to fist it in quick strokes. "Love. Come with me."

He tried to enjoy the full feeling he was getting from being stuffed with Angel

for a few more strokes but when his dark haired Rock God wrapped his fist

around him to tug, Dare knew he was a goner. He had missed Angel so much.

On so many different levels, there was no waiting. To know everything he ever

hoped for. To have all of Angel, not just parts. Not just his friendship or his

body but his love too. Well, there was no holding back. Darius cried out,

finding his release. "There. There. Oh dear God! Angel. Right there!"

Angel pumped his fist to the exact rhythm he was plunging up into his ass. The

angle was perfect to nick Dare's spot each and every time his ass met Angel's

lap. His head fell back and his mouth opened in a silent scream as his cock

gushed with his climax. Feeling his muscles clench around Angel's cock only

intensified his orgasm making it go nuclear. Darius's cock throbbed with

pleasure as he shot out pulses of cream between their bodies.

Angel inhaled deeply and froze for a moment right before Dare felt heated

come spurt into him for the very first time. Angel cried out as the pleasure

overwhelmed him, "Darius! I love you." Long hard shots of come shot against

his sweet spot extending his pleasure as Angel filled his ass to overflowing.

When the passion finally burned down to embers, and the delicious

aftershocks of the strong orgasm stopped rocking his body, Angel pulled him

off of his cock. Dare groaned his displeasure. Angel settled the exhausted

blond across his lap. As they felt Angel slowly dripping out of him, Darius

blushed a little but they both smiled with the shared secret.

Angel pulled him into a soft sated mellow kiss. "You okay?" Angel asked

combing Dare's hair with his fingers.

He breathed out a gentle sigh. "Yeah. You?" He cuddled into Angel to place

gentle kisses where his shoulder met his neck.

"Fantastic!" Angel stated. "It almost feels like a dream."

He snuggled down into Angel's lap getting more comfortable. He used to wish

he was taller but right now he was beyond happy that he fit perfectly in

Angel's arms. "A very good dream. Let's not wake up."

"You really do love me?" Angel asked, looking to fulfill an uncharacteristic

need for reassurance.

"Completely." He kissed Angel's mouth softly.

"So I guess you are gay then," Angel teased.

Darius laughed. "Probably not."

Angel rolled his eyes. "Come here with that pretty straight mouth of yours.

Kiss your gay lover."

Grinning he leaning in close to comply. They held each other sharing sweet

kisses for a short while.

"Great song by the way. Who wrote it?"

"Robin and Josh helped with the music but the lyrics were mine."

"It was perfect. Thank you." Angel pulled him back down for another long

kiss.

Their cell phones went off disturbing the moment. He and Angel looked at

each other and groaned. They knew the band wanted them.

He picked up his phone to see it was Josh. Josh wrote, ‘Congrats! Shower!

Party!' They both got one from Megan with a one word command, ‘Hydrate!'

which made them both laugh. Angel showed him Dusty's text: ‘Know U 2

came. Time to party.'

"Were we that loud?" he asked Angel, trying not to be embarrassed.

"Yes!" Josh and Dusty both yelled through the apparently very thin wall.

"Make sure you hydrate or I am going to come over there and give you some

water," Megan said. Robin's giggle carried through the walls as well.

Damn! Were the walls made of paper? He turned red hiding his face in the

crook of Angel's neck. Angel just chuckled. "Come on let's take a shower."

"And no blowjobs, just a shower to wash off the stench of all that man love!"

Dusty yelled.

"Fuck you," Angel replied with all the love their long time friendship had to

offer.

"That would make Dare jealous," Dusty shouted back.

Dare growled. "That's right! And we will meet you at the after party. But just

so you know, Dusty, I believe no shower is complete without a blowjob."

"Or two!" Angel added to the groans of both Josh and Dusty.

EPILOGUE

Six months later...

"Did you talk to him yet?" Dusty asked.

Angel smiled in the most annoying way possible. "Talk to whom?"

"Who, isn't it?" Dusty questioned.

"No, ‘who is on first'," Angel couldn't help it if the old joke was served right

up to him.

"No. Damn it! Just shut up!" Dusty was exasperated but determined to have

his question answered. "Did you talk to Dare, you moron!"

"Of course. I live with him." Angel's voice went soft while his eyes sparkled

with happiness.

"Oh, stop your mooning over your boyfriend!" Dusty sounded disgusted but

Angel knew he was happy for him. "I am surprised the two of you can even

walk."

"Hey, we have got to hook you up, so you can stop being lonely and bitter."

Angel was teasing but there was a note of seriousness to his comment.

Dusty snorted. "Right. Don't need that, my friend."

Angel rolled his eyes. He was going to argue but Dusty seemed to prefer being

alone or just with the band. Thoughts of hooking up his best friend fled his

mind as Darius walked in. "Hey, baby."

Angel still lit up every time he saw him. It did wonders for the ego. Six

months and he knew he wanted forever.

"Fuck it! Dumbass here won't tell me if you know what you want to do for

your birthday." Dusty dismissed Angel and spoke to him.

He chuckled, very used to the strange relationship his lover had with his best

friend. "He's not a dumb ass." Instantly, he defended Angel then laughed a bit.

"Obviously not a surprise party." He chuckled at Dusty's expression of

frustration. "No, I..." Angel's cell phone rang disturbing his answer.

Angel answered it. "Uncle Leo! Did you see the boys' interview? They gave

that interviewer a run for her money! They did great!" A frown spread across

his face. "What? When?" Dare moved closer into Angel's embrace and

watched him carefully for a clue.

"What?" Dusty demanded moving closer as Angel waved him silence.

"Okay, Uncle Leo. What hospital?" After a pause, Angel reassured the elderly

man, "We'll take care of them until you get here." Angel clicked ended the call

with a push of his finger and looked at him then at Dusty.

"What the fuck, man?" Dusty demanded.

His arm slipped around Angel and squeezed his waist in support. "What

happened, baby?" He was almost afraid of the answer.

"There was an accident. We have to get to Josh." Angel shook his head trying

to move away from the fear that was crawling over him. "It's Robin. Car crash.

He's in the hospital."

"How bad?" He asked as he blinked his eyes rapidly. He was very afraid of the

answer.

"Not good." Angel still shook his head. "Uncle Leo didn't have all the details."

No more needed to be said. Both Dusty and he saw how pale Angel had

become.

Dusty touched and grasped Angel's shoulder. "And Josh doesn't know?" Angel

shook his head in the negative. "I got this. You two go to the hospital and try

to find out what the hell is going on." They headed out to their cars.

Angel and he waved at Dusty as they got in the car. Dare tried to stay positive

but it felt like something was trying to rip apart his family. And there didn't

seem to be anything he could do about it except watch.

He looked down at the hand on his thigh. His covered it with his own.

Together. They would deal with everything, together.

* * *

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Z. believes in soul mates, love at first sight, and overcoming all odds to find

happily ever afters. Born in Upstate NY, Z.Allora and partner have spent the

last fifteen years together traveling across the United States, the Middle East

and Asia. These travels provide the inspiration behind many of the detailed

settings and characters throughout Z.'s work.

Z. received a Master degree in Psychology and Bachelor degrees in both

English and Philosophy. (though Z's editors would probably question the

English degree).

Z. is both a writer and a huge fan of M/M romance as well as Yaoi. It is said

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are promoting equality, since everyone deserves a happily ever after.

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The Office: BBC Two and NBC Studios

True Blood: Home Box Office, Inc.

Vampire Diaries: CW Television Network

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