“You too.” Angel murmured, still intimidated by the man’s size.
“Very fitting name.” he observed. “You look like an angel.”
I don’t feel like one. Angel simply offered him a shy smile.
Dane’s arm remained across his shoulder as the three of them walked towards the private booths in the back of the club. There was a comfort in the man’s casual touch that afforded him the same sense of security he’d felt with Cole, yet with an added…something. And he knew what that something was; Cole was just a friend, but with Dane…there was so much more to it.
His thoughts cleared and nervousness squeezed his stomach when Dane ushered Oliver into the booth, and then Angel, stepping in behind them and closing the heavy curtain. Angel realized he wasn’t dressed for the occasion. He looked at Dane and spoke low, “I didn’t change.” He indicated his clothes.
“It’s okay.” Dane murmured. “We’ll manage.” The look in his eyes burned through Angel and he felt it prominently in his crotch.
Oliver took a seat in the armless leather chair and relaxed back, hands resting lightly on his thighs. There was already a bulge behind his fly as he gazed at the both of them with a measure of lust, but in his eyes was also admiration. He didn’t have the creepy look in his eyes that Angel was so used to seeing in the eyes of the men Wade picked out for him. This man wasn’t a sick minded pervert–just an average guy who enjoyed the company of sensual boys.
When Dane turned on the music, Angel’s nervousness heightened a notch. Dane stepped up behind him and rested his hands on his hips and brushed his lips across his ear. “Relax.” He said softly. “And just let me guide you.”
When Ricky had told him the same thing–it hadn’t had quite the same effect on Angel’s senses. And when his body touched his and began to move so sensually, Angel feared he might faint.
“Feel the rhythm?” Dane whispered, his hands gripping Angel’s hips. “Just move with it, let it take over.”
Oh God yes, he felt the rhythm. He closed his eyes and let himself go. Unaware of what he was doing, his arms snaked up and around Dane’s neck as the man’s hands began to move over his body. He guided them between Oliver’s legs as the guy just watched for now.
Dane slipped his hands under Angel’s shirt and the boy trembled and shivered as he caressed up over his bare chest then rubbed back down across his stomach then to the sides and down his hips. His crotch was glued to Angel’s ass and there was no mistaking the hardness developing there, and Angel had to wonder what would happen between them if they were alone in this booth together.
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The boy’s skin was growing hot beneath his hands, damp with a slight sheen of sweat. His body pressed back against Dane and followed his movements perfectly. His fingers sliding up Angel’s ribs, he peeled his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside then resumed caressing his now bare torso.
He urged Angel closer to Oliver as the man rubbed his hands up Angel’s outer thighs. Dane discarded his own shirt then turned Angel around facing him, turning the boy’s back to Oliver. He could feel the heat in his own eyes as he gazed down at the young man, and it reflected back in Angel’s gaze. “Now the trick,” he whispered, “is to tease your customer.” He smiled over Angel’s shoulder at Oliver and winked. “They love to be teased.”
“Indeed.” Oliver murmured.
Dane dropped his hands to the front of Angel’s pants and unfastened them, slowly sliding down the zipper. The boy’s breath quickened–but with excitement rather than nervousness as Dane let his fingers play around underneath the loosened waistline of the pants. Angel touched his stomach tentatively, then slowly began to caress his skin, sending sizzling shock waves snapping wildly all through Dane’s body, swelling his crotch.
“Start by showing them just a little of your fine ass.” He shoved his fingers down the back of Angel’s pants, underneath the band of his briefs and slowly pushed his pants down until a third of his ass was exposed then pulled them back up a little as their bodies swayed and curved with the beat of the music. “Then a little more…” His voice felt thick, and turned raspy as his fingertips slid over the smooth, firm swell of the boy’s rump when he shoved his pants down a little lower. He tugged his hands from beneath the briefs and worked Angel’s pants down off his butt. “Then go ahead and take off the pants.” He swayed down to his heels before Angel, dragging his pants down with him. The boy stepped out of them and he rubbed his hands up the back of Angel’s thighs as he slowly rose up again, his lips barely grazing the impressive bulge contained in the kid’s briefs.