You can’t be freaking out–you can’t!
He had been fine the first time he and Ricky had been practicing on stage, so why was this happening now? You know why. Last time you weren’t actually ‘performing’.
“Angel?” Cole was suddenly at his side, arm around his shoulders. “Hey, babe…what’s wrong?”
Angel shook his head and the tears found their escape, sliding down his cheeks. “I can’t…breathe…”
“You’re gonna be okay.” Cole said calmly. “Just take deep breaths. You’re having a panic attack. You’ll be all right.”
He sensed someone on the other side of him, then Gabe touched his back, his hand warm, soothing. “Easy, kiddo. We’re right here. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Lifting his head, Angel looked at the men. “Will…will Max fire me?” he choked. He needed this job. He had to keep it. He couldn’t go back to…
“Hey, don’t worry.” Cole assured. “Max won’t fire you. You got stage fright, it’s understandable. Happens to the best of us.”
Stage fright. Maybe in a sense it was. But not the way Cole meant.
“What happened?” Gabe asked gently. “You were doing great. What made you panic?”
Angel looked to the floor; he couldn’t tell them the truth. He didn’t know how to confide in anyone but Maddy. He had never had anyone but his little brother, no real friends, even when he was a kid. The friendliness and concern of the guys here at the club caught him off guard, and he wasn’t sure how to respond to it–or fully trust it. Trust wasn’t something he had a lot of experience with.
“I don’t know.” He whispered. “I just…started feeling like I couldn’t breathe and…started to get dizzy and nauseous.”
“Well go ahead and get dressed.” Cole told him, “Then come out to the bar and just take it easy.”
Gabe patted his back lightly. “And despite everything,” he smiled. “You still made a bit of cash.”
Having forgotten about the money stuffed into his G-string, he began to pluck out the bills. Most were twenties, but a few were fifties and hundreds. God, please let this be enough to get Wade and Axel through to the weekend.
***
Dane squeezed his fingers around Max’s, his body melded to the man. He ached from head to toe to just let go and release, but he wasn’t ready for this to end, not just yet. His lips touched the curve of Max’s neck, dropping kisses, breath puffing warmly against his damp, hot skin. Dane shoved into him deep, gasping each time Max’s inner sleeve flexed and tightened around his member.
“Oh my god, Max.” Dane shuddered and pushed in again, trying to control his thrusts–and losing the battle.
Max panted against the pillow, his body moving with Dane’s. “Don’t stop.” He trembled, voice quavering, eyes closed. “Please…don’t stop.”
The slick top sheet barely covered Dane’s rear and slipped lower with every thrust into his lover until the open air was caressing his bare skin. He kissed between Max’s shoulder blades and released his hands, letting his fingertips float lightly down his ribs. The man shivered, breath hitching. Dane backed off him. “Turn over.” He murmured.
Max twisted onto his back and Dane leaned over him, dropping his mouth to his chest. His teeth wrapped gently around a stiff nipple and tugged then drew it into his mouth. Max groaned and shoved his hands into his hair, fists filling up with ebony strands. “Oh god…”
The tip of Dane’s tongue traveled the crests and valleys of Max’s muscular torso, leaving no path unexplored. His erection throbbed, begged to be back inside the man, clear droplets dripping onto the sheet beneath him. Max’s abdomen quivered and jerked, sucked away from his touch then returned, pleading for more as Dane began to nip his hard muscles gently. Max’s stiff cock dug into Dane’s stomach, seeping juices, smearing his skin. Groaning, Max lifted up, pushing harder against him.
Dane wrapped one hand around his steel shaft and stroked slowly. “Fuck.” Max whimpered and shoved up against his hand, through his fist. There was no give to his member. Ejaculation was imminent. Dane scooted up closer, working his hips between the man’s thighs as Max eagerly spread his legs. His cock pulsed and drooled as he pushed himself back through the tight hole, the thick head forcing through the inner bands, popping past each one as he sank deeper into the hot, tight sleeve of Max’s anal core.
“Uuuhh!” Max arched, grabbing Dane’s ass, short nails gouging his rock hard cheeks as they flexed with the force of entering the man. “Oh fuck! Yes…baby…Shit!”