“I don’t know.” Cole frowned as he watched Ricky attempt to keep the rhythm as he whispered in Angel’s ear. The boy shook his head and he seemed on the verge of breaking down. He suddenly pulled away from Ricky and rushed off stage.
Stunned, Ricky shot a quick glance towards Cole and Gabe. Cole gestured that he would take care of it and for Ricky to go ahead and finish the routine.
“Come on.” Cole nudged Gabe’s arm and they moved quickly towards the back of the club.
“What do you think happened?” Gabe asked with concern.
Cole shook his head silently. Angel had looked as if he were having some form of panic attack.
***
The pillow pressed against Max’s cheek as he hugged it close, body tense. He closed his eyes and focused on the pleasurable sensations Dane’s lips and fingertips were creating as they moved down his back. A deep breath pulled into his lungs when the man kissed the small of his back then the upper swell of his rear. He had a touch that could soothe away heartache, if only for awhile.
“You have a beautiful body.” Dane murmured. His hands rubbed down over his firm backside and his cheeks instinctively flexed against his palms, inciting the man to squeeze a little. “And your ass is just…heavenly.” With that compliment, he began to drop kisses down the crease between his cheeks.
Max moaned and lifted up to him a bit, his cock hard as steel underneath him.
Dane’s thumbs slipped between his cheeks and he spread him open, dragging a single thumb tip down through the crack, massaging his tight entrance.
“Fuck.” He breathed hard and shoved his face into the pillow, his anal ring flexing and squeezing with anticipation. Another gasp burst from him when Dane’s warm, slick tongue circled the puckered hole then pushed into it, stabbing at it gently. “Uh!” Max bit the pillow, body straining.
Squeezing his cheeks harder, Dane licked up through his crease then down low, grabbing at his sac with his lips, sucking his full balls.
“God!” Max panted, groaning tightly. “Fuck! Your mouth feels so damn good.”
Dane moaned and dragged his tongue back up to his tight ring, let spit fall onto it then worked his finger inside him, then two, and three.
“Oh fuck!” Max raised his ass and pushed against Dane’s fingers as the man began to stroke him deep, seeking out his magic button and blowing his mind. “Uuh!! Fuuck!” He fucked his fingers with urgency, panting into the pillow, clawing the fabric. “Oh god, Dane! Please fuck me! Now! Please!”
Needing it as bad as Max, Dane shifted onto his knees and urged Max up as well then applied more saliva to his crease. “Fuck, Max.” There was an emotional strain to his voice as he rubbed his hands up his back then back down over his ass cheeks. He spit into his palm and coated his cock then pushed into Max slowly, holding his hips firmly, gently pulling him back onto him. “Fuck. Uuuhh…”
“Oh god!” Max clawed the bed beneath him as his arms strained, holding himself up on hands and knees. “Fuck, baby! Yes! Shit, you feel so fucking good.”
Dane leaned over his body, wrapping his arms under his chest, holding him tight as he pushed harder, sinking deeper inside him, tearing sharp gasps from them both. His adrenaline pumping, Dane thrust into him, strong and deep, his thick cock head gliding forcefully over his sweet spot, again and again.
“Oh fuck.” Max gasped hard, back arching as he moved with the man, fucking him back. “Oh my god.”
His finger’s gripping his chest, Dane panted against the back of his neck, dropping staggered kisses on his back and shoulders as he shoved himself into him, over and over. “Lay down.” He trembled thickly, unsteadily, and Max sank down against the bed, the weight of Dane’s body covering him as he continued to thrust at him, his body molded over his. Dane caressed him and kissed him, cries of pure ecstasy bursting from his lips, his hips shoving against Max’s flexed ass cheeks, rocking him on the bed.
When Dane’s hands rubbed down his arms and his fingers intertwined with his, his warm lips kissing his shoulder softly, affectionately…Max understood that, on some special level–they loved each other. It wasn’t an always and forever kind of love, but it was love nonetheless.
And it felt good to be able to embrace it, share it…on any level.
Chapter Nine
Hellish Existence
Get a grip.
He couldn’t make the trembling stop. Angel hugged himself hard, arms squeezing around his waist as he leaned against the counter in the dressing room, hunched over. His eyes burned with tears but he fought to keep them back. What is wrong with you? Why are you freaking out now–after all this time? His face began to ache as his jaw clenched tight. Pressure coiled in his chest like a vacuum, sucking out his air.