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
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
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