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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!”
    “Fuck, Max.” Dane panted, head dropped
forward. “God, you feel so good.”
    Supporting himself on one arm, he reclaimed
Max’s cock in his fist and worked him good and hard as he let go
and fucked the man without reservation. Their cries and shouts
exploded throughout the bedroom, ricocheting off the walls.
    “Fuuuck!” Max yelled sharp, forceful, his body
locking, jerking as he burst, shooting thick tendrils of cum into
the air. Dane stroked him vigorously as he fucked him with