Dane stared at him in mild shock. “You’re married?”
Oliver chuckled. “Happily so. To an amazing woman.” He smiled. “And yes, she’s fully aware of my fetish for male entertainment. She knew about it before she married me. But she don’t mind–it brings me home cock hard and ready to give her the fucking of a lifetime.” He winked. “And she’s all in favor of that.”
Shaking his head, Dane grinned. “Damn, Oliver, you have the best of both worlds right there.”
“Indeed.” He smiled then leaned in and kissed Dane on the lips, then Angel, and stuffed a small roll of bills into both their crotches. “You two were just too damn good to short change.” He thanked them for a lovely time and left the booth.
Angel tugged the cash from his shorts and unfolded the bills, counting them out. “Five hundred dollars.” He whispered.
Chuckling low, Dane took out his own stash and counted out the same–then pressed it into Angel’s hand. “Here.”
“But…” Angel frowned and looked at him. “That’s yours.”
Dane shrugged. “And now it’s yours.” He murmured. “Listen, I live a simple life. I don’t need much. I’m well taken care of.” He held Angel’s pale eyes, his heart crawling up into his throat as he read so much behind that gaze. “Something tells me you need it much more than I do.”
“I don’t…” He looked at the collection of cash in his hands and swallowed thickly, his voice straining. “I don’t…know what to say.”
Dane cupped the back of his head and kissed his warm, damp hair. “You don’t have to say anything. It’s my pleasure.” He smiled. “And besides, you earned it.” He looked at him with want in his eyes. “You were…amazing.”
Licking his lips slowly, Angel looked down. His breath quickened a little. “Dane, I…” His lips tightened and he glanced up.
“It’s okay.” Dane whispered, his eyes heavy, and body aching to take him to the chair and finish what they had started. And something had been started. He cleared his throat and rubbed a quick hand over his mouth. “Look, Angel…if you want to continue the…lessons…” He released a slow breath and looked at the boy. “I have a studio apartment, lots of open floor space. If you want to come into work an hour or two early sometimes, we could…practice there. It isn’t far from here.”
Angel looked at him, and it was clear the boy knew what he was really saying–though Dane tried to tell himself he had no ulterior motives for asking the young man to his apartment.
“Okay.” Angel murmured. “I can…I can do that.”
A shocking tickle spiraled down the length of Dane’s cock and he suppressed a pleasurable shiver. “Great.” He smiled, then ventured cautiously, hopefully, “Tomorrow?”
“Yeah.” Angel said thickly. “Tomorrow.”
When Angel stepped out of the booth, Dane stared after him. He’d just went from zero to sixty in what seemed a matter of seconds. Was he really ready for this kind of momentum? Were either of them?
***
The kids’ talk and laughter, the music, it all served as a well needed distraction. Horatio had kept to his word and invited Seth and his friends to his jet. The other three guys obviously didn’t share Seth’s preferences since they had girlfriends in tow. Horatio didn’t mind; the more kids, the greater the distraction.
One of the guys had a brother in Sydney, Australia whom he only got to see maybe once a year, and thought it would be awesome to just show up at his door. So their current destination was down under.
Horatio laid on his bed, listening to the excitement in their voices–and suddenly the distraction was no longer distracting. But rather pushing him back to a day and age when he and Max had the same excitement in their voices as they talked about the future. Though they were quite young, still in their teens, Horatio had insisted that Max promise to marry him one day. Him and no other. Max hadn’t hesitated, but swore his undying love to him on the spot, for life or longer. Then they had made love to seal the deal. Though it hadn’t been their first time together, it was the one time that stood out above all the rest. It was them consummating their promise of a future together.
And then suddenly, without warning–the promise was broken. Everything wiped away. And nothing mattered any more.
A soft knock sifted through the bedroom door. “Come in.” Horatio said quietly, staring at the ceiling.
Seth stepped inside and closed the door. “You don’t have to hide out in here. This is your jet.”