The Dark Angels: With Wings (2 page)

After a bit of rubbing and a lot of squeezing, long fingers got busy helping Darius' zipper slide down. Darius knew he should stop this. It was crazy. Insane, really. But he didn't. When Angel's warm hand touched his naked cock, Darius closed his eyes for a moment as he enjoyed the lick of fire that raced up his spine.

As the fingers slowly enclosed his cock in a heavenly palm, he had to admit he wanted Angel's hand stroking him. Touching him. Loved that large hand on his body causing all sorts of wonderful sensations. It was insane but this was better than all the previous sex Darius had ever had.

Angel's tugs were a bit more urgent. Their eyes stayed locked on to each other's. Darius couldn't look away even if he had wanted to do so.

Angel's breath caressed his face as the singer panted, "Are you close?"

Darius answered, "Yeah." Inhaling deeply he tried to maintain control.

It felt strange but somehow right to share this moment with Angel. It added a level of depth he rarely, if ever, experienced. He felt so connected. Sighing into the pleasure, Darius decided it probably didn't mean anything.

On a daily basis, he had to come to terms with Angel's overt sexuality that teased all his senses. It never made any sense, because Darius was straight so he always wrote it off as stray hormones. But Angel's hand stroking him to places he had never been before confused the hell out of him.
No, he just needed release. All this was relief.

Staring into Angel's rich brown eyes, Darius groaned, "Close?" He didn't seem to be able to get out more than one word at a time. That magical hand was bringing him to completion faster then he would have thought possible. The strokes were perfect. Darius couldn't have done any better if he were doing it himself, but he didn't want to go there alone. He wanted Angel with him.

"Yeah," Angel huffed out as he leaned his face closer to Darius.

Angel's breath kissed over his face causing him to stutter. "Almost, um there. Come with me, Dare." The request came out as a sexy plea.

The sweet sexy voice did Darius in. He froze staring into Angel's eyes and then lost it. Balls tightening, come raced up his cock. Pleasure flooded Darius as he came hard in Angel's beautifully timed, stroking fist.

"Oh, so good!" Darius choked. His mouth was open and he knew he was panting right in Angel's face. His eyes remained open and lost in Angel's beautiful eyes. He was unable to close them for fear of missing the vision of Angel's imminent climax.

Immediately, Angel followed him over the cliff into the realm of bliss.

His face softened with pleasure and became even more beautiful as his body went to heaven. Angel's hand was fisted tightly in the boy's hair to pump his head up and down on his dick as he completed his pleasure. But his other hand stroked Darius to a nice strong finish as more creamy spend shot out.

Angel's lips were open spilling out the sexy sounds of his orgasm as he stared deeply into Darius's eyes. Licking his lips, Angel grinned at Darius as they rode the intense aftershocks of pleasure together.

When the last shiver was finally over, Angel leaned forward to unexpectedly brush a light kiss across Darius's mouth before he fell back into the cushions.

"Thirty minutes." A knock on the door accompanied the stage manager's call.

"Mmmm, good timing," Angel's smile grew into a grin. He squeezed the top of Darius's cock as he pulled his hand away from it.

Just then a high-pitched keening drew Darius's attention downward to Angel's mouth du jour. Darius had all but forgotten the guy who had been tending to Angel's erection. From what Darius' climax-hazy brain could figure out, Angel was having the kid lick his hand clean of come. The dirty act was enough to make the little tart come in his pants.
Slut!
Though Darius was very glad Angel would not feel the need to do anything more with this kid. Darius just wanted him gone. After all, they had a show to do.

Sighing, he and Angel stood up to straighten their pants. The kid pulled out his cell phone and started texting. After a minute of hitting the keys rapidly, he snapped a picture of the wet spot that was forming on his jeans.
Who sends pictures of their come stained pants?
The kid was obviously a pervert!

Darius frowned as he felt like Angel was just checked off the guy's 'To Do' list. He looked at Angel and shook his head. "Do you feel used?" He was joking but there was a piece of it that rang painfully true.

Angel chuckled at his attempt at humor and shrugged. "I always find that fan appreciation is usually rather selfish." To the kid, Angel asked, "Do you want a picture?"

No response. Angel and Darius just looked at each other.

Finally, looking up after he finished his obvious super important text message the kid agreed. "Oh, yeah. Sure. That would be great." It sounded like he was doing it for Angel! Yeah, the kid had so checked him off his list.

They quickly took a picture with the guy's cell phone and the kid left without a backwards glance.

Darius mind was starting to swirl with what he had just done.
Perfect
hand job or not, did that make him gay now? What did Angel think of him?

How could he have done this?
He just had the hottest hand job ever by the hottest guy on the face of the planet. But none of it mattered, because he wasn't gay.

As they crossed over the room, Angel's large hand rested on Darius's lower back. He couldn't deny that the small gesture made him feel better. It seemed to settle him. They went through the adjacent door to the larger dressing room to finish getting ready.

There wasn't any time to process what just happened. Darius knew he would obsess about it later, until he was able to find a justifiable reason to write it off. There had to be a reasonable explanation for him accepting, enjoying, and climaxing to a hand job administered by Angel fucking Luv.

However, right now he had to focus on the job at hand, not the hand job.

Darius lost himself in his pre-show ritual: bathroom, mirror, finger pulls, light stretching, neck rolling. Closing his eyes for a moment he envisioned a great show. Then he went to where the band would meet up before taking the stage.

The other guys were already at the meeting point backstage. Darius greeted them and moved to stand next to Robin. No one seemed to notice that he couldn't quite meet anyone's eyes. He needed to shake off his scrambled thoughts and focus on the music.

The roadies had just completed the quick change of the stage's set-up from the opening act to The Dark Angels. The pyrotechnics were set and they had just begun adjusting the flat screen. It would be another five minutes before the staging would be complete.

As Angel strolled up to the group, Dusty reached out to slap him on the back of his head. "Where the hell were you, man?" Their lead singer wasn't late exactly but usually his habit was to meet briefly backstage to iron out any last minute details.

Darius glanced at Angel trying not to look guilty.
Did the rest of the
band know where they were? What they were doing? Did they suspect what
he let Angel do

"Why, you miss me, Dust?" He smirked at his best friend. "It's not like you're going on without me." He emphasized his role as front man whenever he wanted to tweak their drummer. There was no jealousy but it usually got a rise out the long blond-haired male who was more than happy to cut Angel down to size.

Josh laughed and Robin turned away to hide his grin. Watching Dusty and Angel fight was always an amusing pastime.

Not taking the bait, Dusty rolled his eyes. He took his drumsticks out of his back pocket and tapped everyone on the shoulder with them. "Good skill, boys." Then when he got to Angel, he muttered, "Good luck, asshole."

His grin said that he felt like he had won that round as he stalked off for his drums.

Angel shrugged, saying to no one in particular, "Is he implying I need luck since I lack skill?"

Josh shook his head but made no comment as he turned to Robin giving him a reassuring little shoulder bump. "You good?" He readjusted the strap on his bass.

Robin was by far the shyest member of The Dark Angels. The kid always suffered from stage fright's bite right before he went on. "Always."

He touched his perfectly done lion's mane of peacock colored hair before smiling at them, trying to show them he wasn't going to toss his cookies any minute.

Josh grabbed his hand and squeezed it which seemed to ease the nerves that danced off Robin in waves. "Good, Rob Rob?"

Robin nodded and watched as Josh took the stage. He smiled once more at Dare and Angel before he inhaled deeply before walking on stage to take his place at the keyboards right next to Josh.

Darius looked down to fiddle with his guitar for a moment. He needed something to do because he certainly didn't know what the hell to say!

Angel draped an arm around his shoulder and leaned into him. "Let's give them something to talk about, yeah?"

Darius looked up and stopped biting his lower lip. Bad habit! "Most definitely," yelling a little over the music the boys had started making without him. Then with a deep breath he walked out onto the darkened stage to add his guitar's voice to the mix.

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Tonight was what it was all about! The Dark Angels played a sold out show. The crowd loved them. The band loved the crowd. It was a circle of energy that, if Darius let it, would make him completely high. It was such a fucking rush to have thousands of people screaming for you to do exactly what you loved doing

He loved playing with these guys. They all really liked each other and it came across during the shows. The guys teased each other mercilessly but it was taken and given in good nature. Angel flirted with all of them like crazy on stage.

Several times, Angel grabbed him so he could sing right into his face.

Angel's beautiful mouth hovered over his. Those soft lips were only a breath away but always at the last second, Angel would turn away. It made the crowd go wild. Fuck, truth be told, it made
him
go wild, but he wrote it off as the adrenaline rush of doing the show.

It might have been Darius's imagination but tonight Angel's flirting and attention seemed more focused on him. Not that it meant anything, the guy just loved to play up the audience and the fan girls loved the live yaoi.

Angel was just doing exactly what Darius had said he could handle. He had agreed to more physical flirting during the shows.

During the new ballad, Angel pulled him back against his chest to hold him tight while Darius played his tried and true Stratocaster and he sang into the mic. Angel had been encouraging him to sing in practices and the way he held the microphone indicated that's what he wanted. So Darius gave in like he always did when it came to Angel. He just couldn't seem to say no.

Darius sang with him, their cheeks pressed close together sharing the mic. He never thought he had much of a voice, but the way his voice mixed with Angel's, something different and unique was created.

He attributed his heart racing to the excitement of singing the unexpected duet, not to the warmth he was feeling by being held in Angel's firm embrace. Being about six inches taller, Angel smiled down at him singing right in his face as Dare sang up at Angel. Angel gently brushed Dare's blond hair out of his eyes causing his stomach to flip. Darius tried to ignore the tingle of whatever was zinging through them or most likely zinging through
only
him. Angel was just performing as usual...and so was he.

At the end of the song, Angel pulled his face close to his like he had done several times tonight. Though instead of pulling back as he did in every other time, he felt the hand on the back of his neck tighten. His head was held firmly in place. Angel's eyes seemed to flash with heat. There seemed to be no escape when Angel's sexy mouth met his lips. At least that's what he told himself as Angel kissed him hard.

What a fucking kiss!
He was rock hard by the time Angel pulled back to impishly grin at him. Angel looked like quite pleased with himself, like he had committed a delicious sin and was completely unrepentant. By the end of the lip lock, his guitar had moved up onto his stomach allowing Angel's thigh to press against him. There was no way he could hide the fact that his dick was trying to bust out of his black jeans. Angel bent to lick his tongue teasingly across his lower lip before kissing him once more. Darius barely heard the deafening roar of the approving crowd.

What the hell was wrong with him?
His body just kept betraying him when it came to Angel.
It makes no sense! I'm straight! But that kiss, uhn..

Dare would have stumbled if Angel hadn't held him tight against his gorgeous tall body until his balance returned. Angel's eyes sparkled at Darius before he winked at him. Angel turned to talk to the audience about the next song.

Damn it to hell! Angel noticed.
He tried his damnedest to focus on the music but he was a freaking wreck.
He shouldn't react this much to a stage
kiss!
Angel had planted a couple of 'show' kisses on him before, but tonight everything seemed more real. More...intense...just more.

His hands were trembling as he tried to play the right chords on his Fender. Darius knew it didn't mean anything. It was just for the crowd.

Right? But the kiss! What a fucking kiss! Hottest ever. Nothing wrong with
being gay, I just happen to be straight. Always have been but Angel just
make me feel things...Fuck it! It is just the energy of the show