endure is insurmountable and yet as enthralling as it is dark."
He'd always wondered about the band name. Angel would never say.
It drove the tabloids and musical rags crazy. "So why do you avoid answering that question when it's asked? It seems like that's a great reason."
Angel shrugged with a careless smile. "Not their business. And mystery is good." He pulled back the duvet cover inviting Darius under the blanket. Dare had planned to stay on top of the covers but without much thought he slipped under the covers, starting the DVD with the remote.
Putting several pillows against the headboard, he leaned back with his hands folded behind his head.
He was impressed that the show was rather sexy and well written.
While they watched, Angel moved slightly towards him. By the end of the second episode, he was pressed up against Dare.
Angel looked over at him biting his lip. He could hear the unasked question in those beautiful brown eyes. Dare smiled at him, which he took as permission to lay his head on Dare's shoulder. "I am not damaging your membership in the straight boys' club, right?" he asked softly in an uncertain voice. "Is this okay, Darius Stone?"
He wanted to be casual but when Angel used his full name it twisted his gut with sensation. He wanted this to be no big deal. "Yeah, sure."
Though Darius was starting to wonder if he still held that card or if the membership was revoked. Deciding not to think about it, Darius reached around him to pull the blanket up over Angel, which tucked Angel in closer to him.
He felt Angel sigh as he cuddled into his side. Angel settled his leg over his thigh, and Dare could feel Angel's soft dick through his thin jersey shorts. Angel's large hand rested over his racing heart.
Angel turned his angelic face to peek up at him. "Don't worry. I won't compromise your straightness ." He stuck his tongue out at him then grinned.
He barked out a laugh at Angel's silliness. Angel sighed again as he cozied in closer to his warmth. "This just feels so good. I haven't snuggled with anyone in a long time."
His voice was gone but his erection was back. He was hoping to God the duvet folds would hide it. So he could only nod his acceptance. Neither had he; if he ever had, it must not have been memorable because he couldn't think of one time. This felt so fucking good, he thought he would die from the pleasure of it.
As they watched the show, he noticed his heart slow almost to a normal beat. He got comfortable feeling a near naked Angel in his arms, allowing his worry over his sexuality to subside and leaving only the pleasure. They both jumped several times during surprising and scary parts of the show. Angel seemed to hold him tighter as if protecting him from the terror of television vampires.
Over the last few days, Angel had almost seemed like a different person. Angel usually had the rock star persona firmly in place, but here in Bali, Angel was unguarded and relaxed. He seemed years younger than his twenty-eight as he watched TV. There was a wonderful silliness about him that Darius hadn't seen under his bad-ass rocker attitude he wore like armor.
They watched he didn't know how many episodes, but the first disc was finished. "Hey, we never ate anything for lunch."
"That's right. So let's go upstairs and get something to eat." They could have called for room service or in this case, villa service, but they didn't feel like seeing anyone else. Angel had made arrangements to have the fridge stocked with healthy foods.
He kept singing the theme to True Blood "I Want To Do Bad Things To You." Somehow, he didn't think Jace Everett ever meant those words quite the way Angel was singing them. Or maybe the singer had meant it, but Jace Everett's version didn't drip with lust the way Angel's version did.
They prepared some sandwiches, grabbed some bottles of water and headed back downstairs to continue watching the
He'd always wondered about the band name. Angel would never say.
It drove the tabloids and musical rags crazy. "So why do you avoid answering that question when it's asked? It seems like that's a great reason."
Angel shrugged with a careless smile. "Not their business. And mystery is good." He pulled back the duvet cover inviting Darius under the blanket. Dare had planned to stay on top of the covers but without much thought he slipped under the covers, starting the DVD with the remote.
Putting several pillows against the headboard, he leaned back with his hands folded behind his head.
He was impressed that the show was rather sexy and well written.
While they watched, Angel moved slightly towards him. By the end of the second episode, he was pressed up against Dare.
Angel looked over at him biting his lip. He could hear the unasked question in those beautiful brown eyes. Dare smiled at him, which he took as permission to lay his head on Dare's shoulder. "I am not damaging your membership in the straight boys' club, right?" he asked softly in an uncertain voice. "Is this okay, Darius Stone?"
He wanted to be casual but when Angel used his full name it twisted his gut with sensation. He wanted this to be no big deal. "Yeah, sure."
Though Darius was starting to wonder if he still held that card or if the membership was revoked. Deciding not to think about it, Darius reached around him to pull the blanket up over Angel, which tucked Angel in closer to him.
He felt Angel sigh as he cuddled into his side. Angel settled his leg over his thigh, and Dare could feel Angel's soft dick through his thin jersey shorts. Angel's large hand rested over his racing heart.
Angel turned his angelic face to peek up at him. "Don't worry. I won't compromise your straightness ." He stuck his tongue out at him then grinned.
He barked out a laugh at Angel's silliness. Angel sighed again as he cozied in closer to his warmth. "This just feels so good. I haven't snuggled with anyone in a long time."
His voice was gone but his erection was back. He was hoping to God the duvet folds would hide it. So he could only nod his acceptance. Neither had he; if he ever had, it must not have been memorable because he couldn't think of one time. This felt so fucking good, he thought he would die from the pleasure of it.
As they watched the show, he noticed his heart slow almost to a normal beat. He got comfortable feeling a near naked Angel in his arms, allowing his worry over his sexuality to subside and leaving only the pleasure. They both jumped several times during surprising and scary parts of the show. Angel seemed to hold him tighter as if protecting him from the terror of television vampires.
Over the last few days, Angel had almost seemed like a different person. Angel usually had the rock star persona firmly in place, but here in Bali, Angel was unguarded and relaxed. He seemed years younger than his twenty-eight as he watched TV. There was a wonderful silliness about him that Darius hadn't seen under his bad-ass rocker attitude he wore like armor.
They watched he didn't know how many episodes, but the first disc was finished. "Hey, we never ate anything for lunch."
"That's right. So let's go upstairs and get something to eat." They could have called for room service or in this case, villa service, but they didn't feel like seeing anyone else. Angel had made arrangements to have the fridge stocked with healthy foods.
He kept singing the theme to True Blood "I Want To Do Bad Things To You." Somehow, he didn't think Jace Everett ever meant those words quite the way Angel was singing them. Or maybe the singer had meant it, but Jace Everett's version didn't drip with lust the way Angel's version did.
They prepared some sandwiches, grabbed some bottles of water and headed back downstairs to continue watching the
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