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Apr. 26th, 2024 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cornerofmadnessI got the few hard copies of my novel yesterday. I was really pleased to see how pretty it was. eBooks are great but they really can't compare to holding the physical copy in your hand and thinking "I did this."
No one has called me back for that test on my leg. I'll have to make a huge ass deal of this on monday. I'm not longer in the mood to be nice about this. My dad ran into this today too taking his brother in to the oncologist only to get there and he wasn't there because he's only there on thursday and Dad lost it because they specifically made the appt to see that doctor (not his nurse) and it's like how hard is it to do your job right?
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dick_or_treat story that came spilling out yesterday. It was also for allbingo and spikesgirl58's 6 word challenge.
Title: Feather Dance
Summary: A mini vacation for Angel has so much possibilities and he couldn’t wait to try them all. However an afternoon of going back to the 1930s with someone who had experienced them too hadn’t been in the plans but Angel isn’t arguing with how it ended.
Notes: Written for dick or treat’s week two challenge using the prompt Feather Dance (which I believe is also on the virginal moves list and is in the weekly challenge – attack reducing moves). Also written for the allbingo prompt of I love being a_________! and for spikesgirl58’s six word challenge. The six words were Slow, Master, Leak, Cooperation, Pray & Auction
Thank fuck for Vox. He’d wanted to check out some distant section of Pentagram City that had some kind of interference with his cameras – or more likely he wanted Valentino all to himself and that was his excuse for the trip - and as a result the whole movie crew had a few days off. Angel didn’t give a shit what Vox’s actual motives were, just to that they were gone. He’d pray they’d send word they were spending a few extra days wherever fucking and fighting like they did. Angel spent the first day of his impromptu vacation at the hotel relaxing and pampering himself. He’d taken a long bath, slept in, played with his favorite toy so the sex could be just like he wanted it for once, went to the kitchen, and grilled up something pretending to be calamari along with fennel and lemon salt.
The smells of that had lured in Alastor who shared in a few bites of the feast. Angel saved back a bit for Fat Nuggets after he took his pig for a long walk. Day two started much the same but this time he made up a platter of biscotti he’d baked the day before, adding on a heaping pile of fruit and carried up a carafe of coffee setting it on the bar for anyone who was interested. Husk had been playing the saxophone – something Angel had not heard him do before. He set it aside and looked at the food.
“What’s all this?”
“Breakfast. I’m in a good mood and I’m tired of Niff’s cold cereal offerings.” Mostly he grabbed something on his way to the studio for breakfast. “Mammina would make me this or pancakes smothered in gianduja but I can’t find that here.”
“Gah, Nutella is so damn good.” Husk moaned softly at the memory.
“What’s Nutella?”
“Basically gianduja. They started selling it in the States in the Sixties.”
Angel sighed. “I was long dead by then.”
Husk scowled. “Yeah, sorry. You died too young.”
Not so young as to save myself from doing so much evil I ended up here, he thought but didn’t voice. “Anyhow, help yourself. Here, you can Irish up some coffee if you want. I’d love to make mine a con panna but Niffty doesn’t have whipped cream in the fridge or cream to whip myself and I forgot to grab a can from the studio.”
“What in the hell do you need a can…never mind!” Husk held up a hand.
Angel leered. “I could show you what we use it for.”
“Just eat your fruit.” Husk rolled his eyes, taking the carafe so he could pour two mugs. “Do you want booze in it or what?”
“Mammina would make it with grappa.” Angel sighed again. God he missed his mama and his nonna, not to mention Molly.
“Your mom ain’t here and I don’t have grappa. Pick something else.”
“Sambucca?”
Husk made a vinegary face. “Something less gross.”
“Hey! Fine, Anisette.”
“That’s basically sambucca. Okay, if you’re hellbent on ruining your morning coffee, I have something licorice like.” Husk pulled down a bottle and dolloped the licorice liquor into Angel’s cup. He put whiskey in his own.
“Good,” Angel assured him. He took another sip of his drink. “I liked your saxophone. You should play more. It reminds me of….” Angel let the thought hang for a minute as Husk pulled one of his typical grumpy cat faces, his ears flattening a bit. “Of better times, when I was a kid and thought maybe, just maybe I’d make something of myself.”
“Do you really want to remember that?” The soft concern in Husk’s voice set up a flutter inside Angel’s chest.
“I do even if it’s hard. The longer I’m here, the less I’m the real me. I mean, look at Pentious. He probably wasn’t such a mustache twirling villain when he was alive. Since he’s been here, he’s changed. He’s finding himself again. I can see it because I used to fight him with Cherri Bomb. So yeah, play your music some so I can find Anthony because he’s lost inside Angel Dust and only you’ve been able to see him.” Angel’s eyes welled up. “I never said how much that meant to me.”
“You didn’t have to. I saw. Come on, drink your coffee. Let’s not get breakfast all soggy and salty.” Husk put a hand over Angel’s.
Angel twisted his hand so he could briefly lock fingers with Husk, giving his hand a squeeze before slipping free. He took a sip of his coffee, getting himself back under control. Without a word, he slipped a berry between his lips, unconsciously caressing it with them. Ony when Husk shook his head did Angel realize what he was doing. His face heated up under his fuzz and he made a show of eating the next piece like a normal person instead of someone so well trained he performed fellatio on anything that neared his mouth.
“Any requests while you eat?” Husk tapped his sax.
“Not going to have breakfast too?”
“Save me some. Sugar screws up the mouthpiece.”
“Ah. Okay anything by Charlie Parker or Lester Young or the Glen Miller orchestra. I’m easy to please. Did you do this for a living, Husk, if that ain’t being too nosy?” Angel swirled a biscotti in the coffee. He wondered if he could eat it without looking like he was going to town on a dick.
“I did. I guess you don’t know this about me but I grew up in Las Vegas and I played in a lot of lounge bars. I was a magician first but the booze took over. Booze and dope and jazz went together though.”
“Don’t I know it. I was in Vegas once, with some cousins checking on the business there. If the whole Tommy gun display you saw weren’t enough of a clue, I’m from a mob family. Me, my brother, and my dad are all down here. I’ve seen several cousins and uncles too. Should have known from the start I was going to hell but it sure as fuck was a surprise when I woke up here. Guess that’s why Papi was says I’m a dummy.”
“Don’t,” Husk said, a feline growl echoing out after it. “Don’t talk about yourself like that, Angel. I’ve gotten to know you, and you’re not stupid. No one who can handle working all day with two volatile overlords and walks away with all his body parts intact is stupid.”
“I was stupid enough to sign away my soul to a sexual sadist,” Angel grumbled, tossing his biscotti onto the bar top.
“Was it stupidity or did you want something from Valentino you were so desperate to have that you didn’t realize, no matter how sweet he was being, he couldn’t possibly love you or anyone?”
Angel choked. Fuck Husk for seeing straight through him. “I shoulda known no one loved me. That was stupid.”
“No, he’s the one who’s a broken fool. There is nothing wrong with you. You didn’t have a shot, kid. You and I, we’re about the same age, had the same experiences when we were young. And I know mobsters, you don’t grow up in Vegas and be in the casino scene without knowing that. Did you have much of a choice? Your family obviously roped you in. Fuck knows what would have happened if you left the tough wise guy image slip even once. If your family knew you were queer, what would they have done? You didn’t so much as choose hell as had it thrust upon you. You probably didn’t even enjoy a single thing that got you here.”
“Hey, I love being a coked up dick sucking ho!” Angel protested because Husk was getting way too near the bone.
Husk rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to play you anything if you’re going to sit there being fake.”
Angel frowned, fighting back his watering eyes. “That wasn’t entirely fake, Husk. I really do like the feeling cocaine gives me but I’m not proud of being an addict. And for the record, I enjoy sucking a guy off, having him under my power, but when it’s something I have to do, when they treat my head like it’s an inanimate object, I die a little more.”
Husk flinched, sloshing his coffee. “Fucking Christ, kid, you’re going to break my heart and I thought that was impossible after all these years.”
Angel couldn’t meet his gaze. “Then let’s not talk and you can play me something.”
Grunting, Husk poured himself a glass of water to rinse his mouth with and picked up his saxophone. “How about this?” He launched into Charlie Parker’s ‘Koko,’ shocking Angel. He was damned good, had to be to take on that piece of music. It wasn’t exactly a comforting piece but the pounding rhythm pulled Angel out of his spiral.
When Angel smiled slightly, tapping his toes and started eating his fruit, Husk paused for a sip of his water and when he played again, he switched to Sweet Georgia Brown. Angel’s smile grew as he was suddenly twenty again and full of hope. He drained his coffee and poured himself some more, liquor free this time, rooting around for sugar while Husk played.
“Ah, Husker, you should fill these halls with proper music more often.”
Angel startled at the sound of Alastor’s voice, coughing as biscotti crumbles went down the wrong pipe. Husk rolled his eyes and played on.
“Here, you might enjoy this.” Alastor summoned up a radio on the edge of the bar. “It’ll bring some class to the place.”
Angel ran a finger over its familiar wooden lines. “Takes me back to sitting there with Molly listening to Creeps by Night. Even though we were adults then, that radio show scared her hair straight.” He laughed.
“I was partial to 15 minutes with Bing Crosby,” Alastor replied.
“Mama loved him, Angel replied.
“Then maybe you’ll appreciate this, my effeminate fellow.” Alastor tapped the radio with his cane and Minnie the Moocher spilled out of the speakers.
Angel danced on his stool. “Thanks, Smiles.”
“Any time.”
Alastor strolled off. Angel swung off his seat and held out a hand to Husk. “I need your cooperation.”
Husk eyed him suspiciously. “For what?”
“Dance with me.”
Husk grunted.
“It’s you or I go call Alastor back. If Mimsy is to be believed, he’s a helluva dancer, not that I can imagine it.”
“Ugh, no. He does dance but I don’t want him back here dancing with you.”
Angel couldn’t contain the self-satisfied smirk at Husk’s protective tone. “There’s a cure for that.”
Husk shooed him away from the bar, not taking his hand. He did, however, join Angel in the middle of the lobby and danced. Grinning like a fool, Angel moved with the music. He already knew Husk could dance and that they danced well together. He’d wanted to do this ever since that night Husk had danced with him but hadn’t felt right about asking. What if Vox was spying on the hotel? Him dancing would send Valentino through the ceiling and he’d rain down hell on him and Husk. What if Husk had only been kind that night and really didn’t want the biggest skank in hell? Even if he did, there was a pressure that came with trying to be with someone as experienced as he was. How could he ever be sure of what Husk wanted and why?
“You’re looking sad again,” Husk said.
Angel wiped at his eyes which had begun to leak. “It’s nothing.”
Husk wrinkled his nose, not buying what Angel was saying. The music changed to Jumpin’ Jive and Angel matched the frantic pace, hoping to lose his melancholy in the steps. He didn’t need this depression on his day off. He remembered Cab Calloway and the Nicolas brothers performing it in some movie he couldn’t remember the name of, but the memory of it helped improve his mood.
Husk let him get away with not answering his indirect question, dancing right along with Angel. His feathered tail swished about, the red and black feathers fanning out. Angel tried not to laugh.
“What?” Husk asked.
“What, what?”
“You look ready to sexually harass me again,” Husk said without heat.
“Just remembering that time, I had to do a feather fan dance on stage. You have yours built right in.”
“Ass.” Husk snorted and swatted Angel’s hip with the feathery fan. Both of them widened their eyes and Husk looked panicked. “I didn’t mean to do that!”
Angel leered. “If you wanted to get kinky, Whiskers, all you have to do is ask.”
“If you’re going to be a jackass, I’m going to go sit down and watch game shows.” Husk threatened but he was smiling.
“I’ll behave if you want me to.”
“You know what I want.”
“For me to be real.” Angel said suddenly serious. “I’m being real. I like watching your feathers sway.”
Husk glanced over his shoulder at his wings, more self-conscious than Angle had ever seen him. Had he accidentally hit a nerve? Before he could try to defuse the situation – or make it worse – the music changed. Someone started singing Cole Porter’s Night and Day. As the music slowed a little, Angel reached a hand out to Husk. He took it this time. They danced together, matching each other’s rhythm. This is so nice, Angel thought, dancing closer to Husk.
Under the hide of me
There's an oh such a hungry yearning burning inside of me
And this torment won't be through
Until you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night, night and day
Heat rising up his face, Angel leaned down as Husk’s expression softened. Angel was going to go for it because he was sure Husk wouldn’t protest a kiss at this moment. They were both feeling those lyrics. Angel just knew it.
“Die! Die! Die!”
Hearing Niffty racing up a hall after her prey, they both leapt back as if burned. Husk walked over and turned the radio off and helped himself to some of the fruit left on the plate. Neither of them said anything for a moment. Angel sat down and finished his cooling coffee.
“You have anything else planned for the day?” Husk asked blandly as if they hadn’t been about to jump each other and fuck against the bar or at least that had been Angel’s fantasy. He never actually do it where Charlie might see him. It would be an insult to her kindness because it was different than watching his art.
“I’m going to take Fat Nuggets for a walk and maybe go shopping. I saw this amazing outfit in a shop window.”
“Is it pink?”
“That’s not the only color I wear!” Angel protested, wondering who’d believe him with his nails painted what Cherri called 80’s come fuck me hot neon pink. “It’s lilac actually. Want to walk Nuggs with me?”
“Hmm, I could use the exercise,” Husk said. “You’re not putting a stupid outfit on that pig of yours, are you?”
“Oh, the most embarrassing one I can find after that comment.”
“Naturally.” Husk rolled his eyes.
“I have one that I got at auction that I swear makes him look like Vox.” Angel laughed. This was going to be a good day after all.
# # #
Angel walked into the lobby. It had gotten late and the day had been a good one. Husk had walked with him and Fat Nuggets whom he’d put in the pinkest, fluffiest tutu just to see Husk’s eyeroll. He’d also made Husk take the neon pink leash to walk Nuggs. It had been a good stroll until he had to explain why he had a pig in the first place. Husk liked Nuggs, hated that the pig was one of Valentino’s ‘sorry for beating and raping the fuck out of you’ gifts.
It was one of the reasons Angel was going into the lobby so quietly, wearing his slippers. He’d given his boots the night off and had thought about going to bed early – he was already in his pink sleep shirt that hung to his knees - but his brain wouldn’t shut the fuck up about Husk probably hating what a lovesick fool he’d been about Val. His plans for the evening had been shot with that one innocent question and Husk was probably disgusted by him and his desperate ho ways.
Husk was still up, drinking as he watched the TV. The one compromise that had been made about the TV was that it was covered when not in use because no one was entirely sure if Vox could spy on them with it. Hell, Angel had seen the man move through the studio via his various screens. He could probably manifest his ass right here if he wanted to. Husk glanced over him and smiled.
“Of course you have pink bunny slippers.”
Angel snorted, glancing down at them. “Naturally.”
“And you have little pink heart running around your calves.” Husk’s expression screamed he found that adorable. “I like them.”
Angel flushed. “Thanks. I can’t complain about the coloring I ended up with.” It sure as fuck was better than Arackniss’s. “ I was wondering…I….”
Hearing his hesitation, the worry in his voice, Husk narrowed his eyes and set the whiskey bottle aside. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just…I don’t want to sit in my room alone tonight because I can’t shut my brain off. The only things I know how to do when I’m like this is get high or talk to someone. I want to talk because I don’t want to disappoint Charlie.”
Truthfully being high would be as good, if not better, than conversation but he meant it. Charlie not being disappointed in him mattered. And what if she’s right about redemption? He’d love to see Molly again. Could he even go to heaven if Val still owned him? There goes your brain again.
As if sensing Angel’s spiraling thoughts, Husk patted the couch cushion next to him. “You can sit if you’d like.”
“Actually I was hoping you’d like to come upstairs with me. I don’t want to be accidentally overheard.” He thrust his hands out. “Just to talk, nothing else.”
“All right.”
“It’s okay, I get why you wouldn’t want…wait? Really?”
“Angel, why wouldn’t I be willing to listen to you? You’ve talked to me enough here at the bar but if you want privacy, that’s fine too.”
“My room’s a bit of a mess but yeah, let’s go there.”
Angel ascended the stairs, shocked Husk was walking with him. He’d put a new picture on the door today, one of him, Husk and Fat Nuggets. He hoped Husk didn’t mind it. His friend only smiled seeing it. Angel let him in and locked the door behind them. Husk surveyed the room, taking in the pink blanket and ruffled pillow cases.
“Somehow this is exactly how I imagined your room to look.”
Angel smiled, thrilled he’d remembered to put away the sex toys. “I like pink but you know that. Have a seat.” He indicated the chair in front of his vanity.
Husk took it as Angel sat on the bed. Nuggs cracked open an eye from his place in his bed and went back to sleep.
“What’s eating at you?” Husk said.
“Night and Day.”
“Huh?”
“The lyrics.” Angel flicked the tip of his tongue over his lips. “Don’t tell me you didn’t feel something when you heard them.”
“Angel, I don’t think-”
“Yeah, this is dumb. I shouldn’t have said anything,” he broke in – his voice shaking - before Husk could finish rejecting him. “It’s just a song and I’m a dummy.”
“Can you stop saying that? You’re not,” Husk retorted angrily.
“Ain’t I? Dumb enough to end up in hell, dumb enough to give my soul to Valentino, dumb enough to come here thinking I can be redeemed, dumb enough to think people want to be with a whore like me.”
Husk made a little growl and pushed off the chair. He walked over and sat next to Angel. “By that reasoning I’m equally dumb for getting sent to hell, even dumber than you because I gambled away all the souls I gathered as an overlord and selling my own and then getting forced to work in a hotel for redeeming sinners. Am I dumb for wanting to spend time with you? Do you think I’m stupid?”
Angel shook his head morosely. “No.”
“Then listen to me when I say you’re no dummy. And fuck everyone who told you that your whole life.”
He scrubbed a hand over his eyes. “Thanks, Husk.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
Angel nodded.
“Who is asking me to stay here in this room for a while and talk?”
Blinking at him, Angel took a second to realize what Husk meant. “Tony’s asking.”
“Good, because I’ll stay for him, even though I’m pretty sure he was the one making feather fan dance comments about my tail earlier and it wasn’t just Angel Dust saying it.”
Angel laughed. “I’m going to be truthful, like I was this morning. I really do like sex. I like the high of cocaine. I enjoy sucking dick. And I want to be loved. That last one is the hard part, Husk. I thought I had it but I had a lie. I fell for Val’s show of affection hard and that’s what you did too, right? I’ve overheard a few things. You were a scam artist. You got them to trust you, and then you had them where you wanted them. And I’m sorry to say that because I know it sounds mean.”
“I don’t like talking about it,” Husk said roughly, wincing at Angel’s harsh description. “But you’re not wrong and I’m not doing that to you. I know you have no reason to trust me.”
“But I do,” Angel interjected and Husk widened his eyes. “I might be a dummy, after all. I trust most of the people in this hotel. Okay not really Alastor and maybe not Niffty entirely but I can work with that. Trusting scares me, which is stupid too because what could happen to me now? The worst has already occurred.”
“I could shatter what’s left of your heart,” Husk whispered.
“You could. And that’s what has my brain racing. I haven’t felt like this in years. I know I want more than friendship. I know me running my raunchy mouth, me being me, being Angel Dust has done damage even if you saw straight through me, and you did. Fuck it if you didn’t and that scared me, Husk. Because Anthony was a lonely, miserable man whose only path to someone wanting him around was what he could do as a mob enforcer. The only time I heard the words ‘I’m proud of you’ was when I’d done something awful.” Angel shuddered. “Anyhow, I need to shut the fuck up before I talk myself into a hole.”
“I wouldn’t say there’s damage done, not really. I know you pushed my boundaries on purpose because keeping people away keeps your heart safe. But that’s lonely too. I know firsthand.”
Angel shut his eyes, wishing that were true. “I keep thinking, I know Husk’s interested but why? Is it enough if he only wants Angel Dust? What if he’s repulsed by the fact he knows how much of a cum dumpster you are?”
“Hey, Tony, knock it off with the harsh ways of talking about yourself.” Husk jabbed a finger into Angel’s chest.
Angel couldn’t stop the tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. “You hear everyone talking about me like that. I’m famous. I’m one of the top rated whores in hell but that just means you have to listen to jokes about how many dicks you can suck at once or even grosser comments about the other hole. People don’t even use my name half the time. It’s just slut, whore, twink, ho, rent boy, even my family calls me a porca puttana.”
Husk slipped an arm around Angel’s back. “No one needs to hear they’re a pig slut from their own family. I’m sorry, Angel. I don’t think of you like that. You know I don’t want Angel Dust. I don’t want the fake persona. I don’t want to share a bed with him.”
Angel turned his watering eyes to Husk. “Would you want to share it with Tony?”
“I would and not sure my timing is great because he’s a mess tonight.”
Angel chuckled. “He just needs Prince Charming to calm him down.” He slid his hand along Husk’s cheek. “Or at the very least Prince Grumpy can try.”
Husk snorted. “So Anthony’s a jackass too.”
“He always was.” Grinning, Angel wiped away the wetness from his cheeks before leaning in for a kiss. Husk tasted of whiskey, of warmth. His strong arms encircled Angel’s slender back. Angel deepened the kiss, working his fingers into the soft fur between Husk’s wings. Husk purred, making Angel’s lips tickle.
Angel twisted on the mattress, slipping onto Husk’s lap. Husk put a hand on Angel’s chest, stopping him from snuggling in tight. Angel stopped kissing him, glancing down at the restraining hand.
“Look, I don’t want you to think you have to do anything with me because I’m here and I’m interested. We can take this slow.”
“It does bother you, what I do.” Angel dipped his chin, not meeting Husk’s gaze.
“I’m not saying that. I don’t care about that. When I said it was fine by me, I meant it. And I’m serious, you don’t have to get naked with me if that’s not what you want tonight. If you want to sit and talk, I’m more than happy to do just that.” Husk rubbed the back of Angel’s neck and he leaned into that touch.
“I’m on vacation so my time’s my own. I don’t get what I need very often, Husk. I get fucked daily but no one – especially not Val – makes love to me. I’m a walking set of holes and hands to them. I want to be with someone who thinks of me as a person, and if you’re not ready to go further yet, then could you at least stay with me a little longer because I want someone to hold me.”
“Can I tell you a secret?”
Angel nodded.
“I love cuddling and it’s been a long time for me on that front. I want to be with you tonight so maybe you could lay out a few ground rules. I want it to be what you want, to make you feel good for a change. Tell me what you like.”
“One thing I’m into really is BDSM but I’m thinking not for a first time, not for tonight. I just want something slow and sweet, not a lot of dirty talk. That just makes me feel like I’m at work.”
“I can do that,” Husk promised, caressing Angel’s shoulder.
“One more thing, because I don’t want you to think Angel Dust got into bed with you, Tony was always a noisy little fucker in bed.” Angel beamed.
Husk laughed. “Lord, you’re a screamer.”
“I am a master at it. I do have gags in a chest in the closet.”
Laughing harder, Husk took hold of Angel’s sleep shirt and pulled it off over his head. “Just try not to wake up Charlie and Vaggie because they will come running.”
“And if Pentious is spying on us, he’s about to get an eyeful.” Angel stroked his cock, which was already out of hiding and hard as diamonds.
Husk sat back for a moment, his gaze slowly working its way down Angel’s body. “Damn, kid, you really are beautiful, you know that, right?”
“Oh, I do,” he replied, low and throaty.
Shooting him a hungry look, Husk took off his bowtie and suspenders. He tossed his hat onto the vanity before rubbing Angel’s knees. He kissed his way down one thigh before feathering kisses over Angel’s sac, making him whimper. He was wholly unprepared for how talented Husk’s mouth was. Half of Val’s actors should be so good.
Husk swallowed him down deep before sliding Angel back out slowly as his tongue tickled and teased Angel’s shaft. By the third or fourth repeat of the action, Husk had Angel writhing on the bed, little gasps escaping his mouth.
“God, Husk, don’t make me cum too soon,” he begged, even though he knew he could hold off. Hell, half his job was holding off.
Husk let him pop free of his lips, the self-satisfied smug grin on his face sending a tingle through Angel. He rocked his hips, brushing the tip of his cock against those smirking lips. Husk kissed his way back up the other leg this time before swinging off the bed. He stumbled through getting his pants off but when Angel reached for him to give him a return blow job, Husk stopped him.
“Let this be about you,” he said. “And yes you’ve made it clear how much you like sucking dick. Which you can if you want or is there something you’d like more.”
Angel cupped Husk’s ears. They were so soft. “I want to feel you moving on top me. I need you in me.”
“Now that’s an easy request to fill.” Husk grinned, letting Angel squirm around on the bed to get some lube out of the nightstand.
“That’s what I want to hear.”
Angel took his time lubing Husk up. It was too sweet a job to rush, especially with Husk nibbling Angel’s shoulder and neck as he worked. Linking fingers, Husk bore him back against the mattress. Angel ran his second set of hands down Husk’s spine as he eased into Angel. Letting Angel take him in slowly, letting him open gently was such a blessing. A sharp little moan bubbled up in his throat when Husk finally sheathed himself fully inside of him.
More cries followed in rhythm with Husk’s thrusts, each louder than the next. Husk smiled at him and then sealed his mouth over Angel’s, drinking in those sounds. Angel met those thrusts enthusiastically, each sweep over his god spot driving him nuts. He broke the kiss, clinging tighter as he bucked faster against Husk. He smothered his own cries in Husk’s fuzzy neck.
“More,” he begged and Husk didn’t have to be told twice.
Putting some real strength behind his hips, Husk pounded into him, leaving Angel howling. Husk’s cries joined his as he came. He pumped Angel several more times before slipping free. He traced one arc of Angel’s pink heart design with his tongue, following it all the way down. He tickled under the head of Angel’s cock with his tongue before taking him back into that hot, talented mouth. Angel came almost instantly, yelping into a pillow as he did.
Husk pillowed his cheek against Angel’s heaving belly. Angel draped one long leg over Husk’s shoulder. Neither moved for several long moments. Finally, Husk hauled himself up Angel’s body, this time resting his head on the pillow Angel had been screaming into.
“Well, that was fun.” Husk grinned.
“And there needs to be a repeat performance.” Angel twirled a finger in Husk’s fluff.
Husk snorted. “I’m not sure the hotel can handle that. Everyone already knows what we did.”
“I did warn you.” Angel traced the heart marking on Husk’s ear. “And it definitely needs repeating. Still too early to introduce you to my favorite handcuffs. I’ll save those.”
Husk raised his feathery eyebrows. “You have favorites?”
“Oh yes, and a favorite cat-o-nine tails and favorite gag.”
“Introduce me to that last item first.” Husk laughed, rubbing Angel’s belly. “You going to forgive an old bastard the need of a little nap before the encore?”
“If he’s good on his word about cuddling, yes.”
“I’m good.”
Husk shifted onto his side, locking a leg over Angel. He slipped an arm around Angel and sheltered them under his wing. Angel snuggled in. This was what he’d always wanted. It was too early to label this love but damned if it didn’t feel like it. He was wanted and cared for and Angel planned to hold on to that as long as he could.
No one has called me back for that test on my leg. I'll have to make a huge ass deal of this on monday. I'm not longer in the mood to be nice about this. My dad ran into this today too taking his brother in to the oncologist only to get there and he wasn't there because he's only there on thursday and Dad lost it because they specifically made the appt to see that doctor (not his nurse) and it's like how hard is it to do your job right?
Ah well enough of that. Let me introduce you to my
dick_or_treat story that came spilling out yesterday. It was also for allbingo and spikesgirl58's 6 word challenge.Title: Feather Dance
Summary: A mini vacation for Angel has so much possibilities and he couldn’t wait to try them all. However an afternoon of going back to the 1930s with someone who had experienced them too hadn’t been in the plans but Angel isn’t arguing with how it ended.
Notes: Written for dick or treat’s week two challenge using the prompt Feather Dance (which I believe is also on the virginal moves list and is in the weekly challenge – attack reducing moves). Also written for the allbingo prompt of I love being a_________! and for spikesgirl58’s six word challenge. The six words were Slow, Master, Leak, Cooperation, Pray & Auction
Thank fuck for Vox. He’d wanted to check out some distant section of Pentagram City that had some kind of interference with his cameras – or more likely he wanted Valentino all to himself and that was his excuse for the trip - and as a result the whole movie crew had a few days off. Angel didn’t give a shit what Vox’s actual motives were, just to that they were gone. He’d pray they’d send word they were spending a few extra days wherever fucking and fighting like they did. Angel spent the first day of his impromptu vacation at the hotel relaxing and pampering himself. He’d taken a long bath, slept in, played with his favorite toy so the sex could be just like he wanted it for once, went to the kitchen, and grilled up something pretending to be calamari along with fennel and lemon salt.
The smells of that had lured in Alastor who shared in a few bites of the feast. Angel saved back a bit for Fat Nuggets after he took his pig for a long walk. Day two started much the same but this time he made up a platter of biscotti he’d baked the day before, adding on a heaping pile of fruit and carried up a carafe of coffee setting it on the bar for anyone who was interested. Husk had been playing the saxophone – something Angel had not heard him do before. He set it aside and looked at the food.
“What’s all this?”
“Breakfast. I’m in a good mood and I’m tired of Niff’s cold cereal offerings.” Mostly he grabbed something on his way to the studio for breakfast. “Mammina would make me this or pancakes smothered in gianduja but I can’t find that here.”
“Gah, Nutella is so damn good.” Husk moaned softly at the memory.
“What’s Nutella?”
“Basically gianduja. They started selling it in the States in the Sixties.”
Angel sighed. “I was long dead by then.”
Husk scowled. “Yeah, sorry. You died too young.”
Not so young as to save myself from doing so much evil I ended up here, he thought but didn’t voice. “Anyhow, help yourself. Here, you can Irish up some coffee if you want. I’d love to make mine a con panna but Niffty doesn’t have whipped cream in the fridge or cream to whip myself and I forgot to grab a can from the studio.”
“What in the hell do you need a can…never mind!” Husk held up a hand.
Angel leered. “I could show you what we use it for.”
“Just eat your fruit.” Husk rolled his eyes, taking the carafe so he could pour two mugs. “Do you want booze in it or what?”
“Mammina would make it with grappa.” Angel sighed again. God he missed his mama and his nonna, not to mention Molly.
“Your mom ain’t here and I don’t have grappa. Pick something else.”
“Sambucca?”
Husk made a vinegary face. “Something less gross.”
“Hey! Fine, Anisette.”
“That’s basically sambucca. Okay, if you’re hellbent on ruining your morning coffee, I have something licorice like.” Husk pulled down a bottle and dolloped the licorice liquor into Angel’s cup. He put whiskey in his own.
“Good,” Angel assured him. He took another sip of his drink. “I liked your saxophone. You should play more. It reminds me of….” Angel let the thought hang for a minute as Husk pulled one of his typical grumpy cat faces, his ears flattening a bit. “Of better times, when I was a kid and thought maybe, just maybe I’d make something of myself.”
“Do you really want to remember that?” The soft concern in Husk’s voice set up a flutter inside Angel’s chest.
“I do even if it’s hard. The longer I’m here, the less I’m the real me. I mean, look at Pentious. He probably wasn’t such a mustache twirling villain when he was alive. Since he’s been here, he’s changed. He’s finding himself again. I can see it because I used to fight him with Cherri Bomb. So yeah, play your music some so I can find Anthony because he’s lost inside Angel Dust and only you’ve been able to see him.” Angel’s eyes welled up. “I never said how much that meant to me.”
“You didn’t have to. I saw. Come on, drink your coffee. Let’s not get breakfast all soggy and salty.” Husk put a hand over Angel’s.
Angel twisted his hand so he could briefly lock fingers with Husk, giving his hand a squeeze before slipping free. He took a sip of his coffee, getting himself back under control. Without a word, he slipped a berry between his lips, unconsciously caressing it with them. Ony when Husk shook his head did Angel realize what he was doing. His face heated up under his fuzz and he made a show of eating the next piece like a normal person instead of someone so well trained he performed fellatio on anything that neared his mouth.
“Any requests while you eat?” Husk tapped his sax.
“Not going to have breakfast too?”
“Save me some. Sugar screws up the mouthpiece.”
“Ah. Okay anything by Charlie Parker or Lester Young or the Glen Miller orchestra. I’m easy to please. Did you do this for a living, Husk, if that ain’t being too nosy?” Angel swirled a biscotti in the coffee. He wondered if he could eat it without looking like he was going to town on a dick.
“I did. I guess you don’t know this about me but I grew up in Las Vegas and I played in a lot of lounge bars. I was a magician first but the booze took over. Booze and dope and jazz went together though.”
“Don’t I know it. I was in Vegas once, with some cousins checking on the business there. If the whole Tommy gun display you saw weren’t enough of a clue, I’m from a mob family. Me, my brother, and my dad are all down here. I’ve seen several cousins and uncles too. Should have known from the start I was going to hell but it sure as fuck was a surprise when I woke up here. Guess that’s why Papi was says I’m a dummy.”
“Don’t,” Husk said, a feline growl echoing out after it. “Don’t talk about yourself like that, Angel. I’ve gotten to know you, and you’re not stupid. No one who can handle working all day with two volatile overlords and walks away with all his body parts intact is stupid.”
“I was stupid enough to sign away my soul to a sexual sadist,” Angel grumbled, tossing his biscotti onto the bar top.
“Was it stupidity or did you want something from Valentino you were so desperate to have that you didn’t realize, no matter how sweet he was being, he couldn’t possibly love you or anyone?”
Angel choked. Fuck Husk for seeing straight through him. “I shoulda known no one loved me. That was stupid.”
“No, he’s the one who’s a broken fool. There is nothing wrong with you. You didn’t have a shot, kid. You and I, we’re about the same age, had the same experiences when we were young. And I know mobsters, you don’t grow up in Vegas and be in the casino scene without knowing that. Did you have much of a choice? Your family obviously roped you in. Fuck knows what would have happened if you left the tough wise guy image slip even once. If your family knew you were queer, what would they have done? You didn’t so much as choose hell as had it thrust upon you. You probably didn’t even enjoy a single thing that got you here.”
“Hey, I love being a coked up dick sucking ho!” Angel protested because Husk was getting way too near the bone.
Husk rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to play you anything if you’re going to sit there being fake.”
Angel frowned, fighting back his watering eyes. “That wasn’t entirely fake, Husk. I really do like the feeling cocaine gives me but I’m not proud of being an addict. And for the record, I enjoy sucking a guy off, having him under my power, but when it’s something I have to do, when they treat my head like it’s an inanimate object, I die a little more.”
Husk flinched, sloshing his coffee. “Fucking Christ, kid, you’re going to break my heart and I thought that was impossible after all these years.”
Angel couldn’t meet his gaze. “Then let’s not talk and you can play me something.”
Grunting, Husk poured himself a glass of water to rinse his mouth with and picked up his saxophone. “How about this?” He launched into Charlie Parker’s ‘Koko,’ shocking Angel. He was damned good, had to be to take on that piece of music. It wasn’t exactly a comforting piece but the pounding rhythm pulled Angel out of his spiral.
When Angel smiled slightly, tapping his toes and started eating his fruit, Husk paused for a sip of his water and when he played again, he switched to Sweet Georgia Brown. Angel’s smile grew as he was suddenly twenty again and full of hope. He drained his coffee and poured himself some more, liquor free this time, rooting around for sugar while Husk played.
“Ah, Husker, you should fill these halls with proper music more often.”
Angel startled at the sound of Alastor’s voice, coughing as biscotti crumbles went down the wrong pipe. Husk rolled his eyes and played on.
“Here, you might enjoy this.” Alastor summoned up a radio on the edge of the bar. “It’ll bring some class to the place.”
Angel ran a finger over its familiar wooden lines. “Takes me back to sitting there with Molly listening to Creeps by Night. Even though we were adults then, that radio show scared her hair straight.” He laughed.
“I was partial to 15 minutes with Bing Crosby,” Alastor replied.
“Mama loved him, Angel replied.
“Then maybe you’ll appreciate this, my effeminate fellow.” Alastor tapped the radio with his cane and Minnie the Moocher spilled out of the speakers.
Angel danced on his stool. “Thanks, Smiles.”
“Any time.”
Alastor strolled off. Angel swung off his seat and held out a hand to Husk. “I need your cooperation.”
Husk eyed him suspiciously. “For what?”
“Dance with me.”
Husk grunted.
“It’s you or I go call Alastor back. If Mimsy is to be believed, he’s a helluva dancer, not that I can imagine it.”
“Ugh, no. He does dance but I don’t want him back here dancing with you.”
Angel couldn’t contain the self-satisfied smirk at Husk’s protective tone. “There’s a cure for that.”
Husk shooed him away from the bar, not taking his hand. He did, however, join Angel in the middle of the lobby and danced. Grinning like a fool, Angel moved with the music. He already knew Husk could dance and that they danced well together. He’d wanted to do this ever since that night Husk had danced with him but hadn’t felt right about asking. What if Vox was spying on the hotel? Him dancing would send Valentino through the ceiling and he’d rain down hell on him and Husk. What if Husk had only been kind that night and really didn’t want the biggest skank in hell? Even if he did, there was a pressure that came with trying to be with someone as experienced as he was. How could he ever be sure of what Husk wanted and why?
“You’re looking sad again,” Husk said.
Angel wiped at his eyes which had begun to leak. “It’s nothing.”
Husk wrinkled his nose, not buying what Angel was saying. The music changed to Jumpin’ Jive and Angel matched the frantic pace, hoping to lose his melancholy in the steps. He didn’t need this depression on his day off. He remembered Cab Calloway and the Nicolas brothers performing it in some movie he couldn’t remember the name of, but the memory of it helped improve his mood.
Husk let him get away with not answering his indirect question, dancing right along with Angel. His feathered tail swished about, the red and black feathers fanning out. Angel tried not to laugh.
“What?” Husk asked.
“What, what?”
“You look ready to sexually harass me again,” Husk said without heat.
“Just remembering that time, I had to do a feather fan dance on stage. You have yours built right in.”
“Ass.” Husk snorted and swatted Angel’s hip with the feathery fan. Both of them widened their eyes and Husk looked panicked. “I didn’t mean to do that!”
Angel leered. “If you wanted to get kinky, Whiskers, all you have to do is ask.”
“If you’re going to be a jackass, I’m going to go sit down and watch game shows.” Husk threatened but he was smiling.
“I’ll behave if you want me to.”
“You know what I want.”
“For me to be real.” Angel said suddenly serious. “I’m being real. I like watching your feathers sway.”
Husk glanced over his shoulder at his wings, more self-conscious than Angle had ever seen him. Had he accidentally hit a nerve? Before he could try to defuse the situation – or make it worse – the music changed. Someone started singing Cole Porter’s Night and Day. As the music slowed a little, Angel reached a hand out to Husk. He took it this time. They danced together, matching each other’s rhythm. This is so nice, Angel thought, dancing closer to Husk.
Under the hide of me
There's an oh such a hungry yearning burning inside of me
And this torment won't be through
Until you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night, night and day
Heat rising up his face, Angel leaned down as Husk’s expression softened. Angel was going to go for it because he was sure Husk wouldn’t protest a kiss at this moment. They were both feeling those lyrics. Angel just knew it.
“Die! Die! Die!”
Hearing Niffty racing up a hall after her prey, they both leapt back as if burned. Husk walked over and turned the radio off and helped himself to some of the fruit left on the plate. Neither of them said anything for a moment. Angel sat down and finished his cooling coffee.
“You have anything else planned for the day?” Husk asked blandly as if they hadn’t been about to jump each other and fuck against the bar or at least that had been Angel’s fantasy. He never actually do it where Charlie might see him. It would be an insult to her kindness because it was different than watching his art.
“I’m going to take Fat Nuggets for a walk and maybe go shopping. I saw this amazing outfit in a shop window.”
“Is it pink?”
“That’s not the only color I wear!” Angel protested, wondering who’d believe him with his nails painted what Cherri called 80’s come fuck me hot neon pink. “It’s lilac actually. Want to walk Nuggs with me?”
“Hmm, I could use the exercise,” Husk said. “You’re not putting a stupid outfit on that pig of yours, are you?”
“Oh, the most embarrassing one I can find after that comment.”
“Naturally.” Husk rolled his eyes.
“I have one that I got at auction that I swear makes him look like Vox.” Angel laughed. This was going to be a good day after all.
# # #
Angel walked into the lobby. It had gotten late and the day had been a good one. Husk had walked with him and Fat Nuggets whom he’d put in the pinkest, fluffiest tutu just to see Husk’s eyeroll. He’d also made Husk take the neon pink leash to walk Nuggs. It had been a good stroll until he had to explain why he had a pig in the first place. Husk liked Nuggs, hated that the pig was one of Valentino’s ‘sorry for beating and raping the fuck out of you’ gifts.
It was one of the reasons Angel was going into the lobby so quietly, wearing his slippers. He’d given his boots the night off and had thought about going to bed early – he was already in his pink sleep shirt that hung to his knees - but his brain wouldn’t shut the fuck up about Husk probably hating what a lovesick fool he’d been about Val. His plans for the evening had been shot with that one innocent question and Husk was probably disgusted by him and his desperate ho ways.
Husk was still up, drinking as he watched the TV. The one compromise that had been made about the TV was that it was covered when not in use because no one was entirely sure if Vox could spy on them with it. Hell, Angel had seen the man move through the studio via his various screens. He could probably manifest his ass right here if he wanted to. Husk glanced over him and smiled.
“Of course you have pink bunny slippers.”
Angel snorted, glancing down at them. “Naturally.”
“And you have little pink heart running around your calves.” Husk’s expression screamed he found that adorable. “I like them.”
Angel flushed. “Thanks. I can’t complain about the coloring I ended up with.” It sure as fuck was better than Arackniss’s. “ I was wondering…I….”
Hearing his hesitation, the worry in his voice, Husk narrowed his eyes and set the whiskey bottle aside. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just…I don’t want to sit in my room alone tonight because I can’t shut my brain off. The only things I know how to do when I’m like this is get high or talk to someone. I want to talk because I don’t want to disappoint Charlie.”
Truthfully being high would be as good, if not better, than conversation but he meant it. Charlie not being disappointed in him mattered. And what if she’s right about redemption? He’d love to see Molly again. Could he even go to heaven if Val still owned him? There goes your brain again.
As if sensing Angel’s spiraling thoughts, Husk patted the couch cushion next to him. “You can sit if you’d like.”
“Actually I was hoping you’d like to come upstairs with me. I don’t want to be accidentally overheard.” He thrust his hands out. “Just to talk, nothing else.”
“All right.”
“It’s okay, I get why you wouldn’t want…wait? Really?”
“Angel, why wouldn’t I be willing to listen to you? You’ve talked to me enough here at the bar but if you want privacy, that’s fine too.”
“My room’s a bit of a mess but yeah, let’s go there.”
Angel ascended the stairs, shocked Husk was walking with him. He’d put a new picture on the door today, one of him, Husk and Fat Nuggets. He hoped Husk didn’t mind it. His friend only smiled seeing it. Angel let him in and locked the door behind them. Husk surveyed the room, taking in the pink blanket and ruffled pillow cases.
“Somehow this is exactly how I imagined your room to look.”
Angel smiled, thrilled he’d remembered to put away the sex toys. “I like pink but you know that. Have a seat.” He indicated the chair in front of his vanity.
Husk took it as Angel sat on the bed. Nuggs cracked open an eye from his place in his bed and went back to sleep.
“What’s eating at you?” Husk said.
“Night and Day.”
“Huh?”
“The lyrics.” Angel flicked the tip of his tongue over his lips. “Don’t tell me you didn’t feel something when you heard them.”
“Angel, I don’t think-”
“Yeah, this is dumb. I shouldn’t have said anything,” he broke in – his voice shaking - before Husk could finish rejecting him. “It’s just a song and I’m a dummy.”
“Can you stop saying that? You’re not,” Husk retorted angrily.
“Ain’t I? Dumb enough to end up in hell, dumb enough to give my soul to Valentino, dumb enough to come here thinking I can be redeemed, dumb enough to think people want to be with a whore like me.”
Husk made a little growl and pushed off the chair. He walked over and sat next to Angel. “By that reasoning I’m equally dumb for getting sent to hell, even dumber than you because I gambled away all the souls I gathered as an overlord and selling my own and then getting forced to work in a hotel for redeeming sinners. Am I dumb for wanting to spend time with you? Do you think I’m stupid?”
Angel shook his head morosely. “No.”
“Then listen to me when I say you’re no dummy. And fuck everyone who told you that your whole life.”
He scrubbed a hand over his eyes. “Thanks, Husk.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
Angel nodded.
“Who is asking me to stay here in this room for a while and talk?”
Blinking at him, Angel took a second to realize what Husk meant. “Tony’s asking.”
“Good, because I’ll stay for him, even though I’m pretty sure he was the one making feather fan dance comments about my tail earlier and it wasn’t just Angel Dust saying it.”
Angel laughed. “I’m going to be truthful, like I was this morning. I really do like sex. I like the high of cocaine. I enjoy sucking dick. And I want to be loved. That last one is the hard part, Husk. I thought I had it but I had a lie. I fell for Val’s show of affection hard and that’s what you did too, right? I’ve overheard a few things. You were a scam artist. You got them to trust you, and then you had them where you wanted them. And I’m sorry to say that because I know it sounds mean.”
“I don’t like talking about it,” Husk said roughly, wincing at Angel’s harsh description. “But you’re not wrong and I’m not doing that to you. I know you have no reason to trust me.”
“But I do,” Angel interjected and Husk widened his eyes. “I might be a dummy, after all. I trust most of the people in this hotel. Okay not really Alastor and maybe not Niffty entirely but I can work with that. Trusting scares me, which is stupid too because what could happen to me now? The worst has already occurred.”
“I could shatter what’s left of your heart,” Husk whispered.
“You could. And that’s what has my brain racing. I haven’t felt like this in years. I know I want more than friendship. I know me running my raunchy mouth, me being me, being Angel Dust has done damage even if you saw straight through me, and you did. Fuck it if you didn’t and that scared me, Husk. Because Anthony was a lonely, miserable man whose only path to someone wanting him around was what he could do as a mob enforcer. The only time I heard the words ‘I’m proud of you’ was when I’d done something awful.” Angel shuddered. “Anyhow, I need to shut the fuck up before I talk myself into a hole.”
“I wouldn’t say there’s damage done, not really. I know you pushed my boundaries on purpose because keeping people away keeps your heart safe. But that’s lonely too. I know firsthand.”
Angel shut his eyes, wishing that were true. “I keep thinking, I know Husk’s interested but why? Is it enough if he only wants Angel Dust? What if he’s repulsed by the fact he knows how much of a cum dumpster you are?”
“Hey, Tony, knock it off with the harsh ways of talking about yourself.” Husk jabbed a finger into Angel’s chest.
Angel couldn’t stop the tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. “You hear everyone talking about me like that. I’m famous. I’m one of the top rated whores in hell but that just means you have to listen to jokes about how many dicks you can suck at once or even grosser comments about the other hole. People don’t even use my name half the time. It’s just slut, whore, twink, ho, rent boy, even my family calls me a porca puttana.”
Husk slipped an arm around Angel’s back. “No one needs to hear they’re a pig slut from their own family. I’m sorry, Angel. I don’t think of you like that. You know I don’t want Angel Dust. I don’t want the fake persona. I don’t want to share a bed with him.”
Angel turned his watering eyes to Husk. “Would you want to share it with Tony?”
“I would and not sure my timing is great because he’s a mess tonight.”
Angel chuckled. “He just needs Prince Charming to calm him down.” He slid his hand along Husk’s cheek. “Or at the very least Prince Grumpy can try.”
Husk snorted. “So Anthony’s a jackass too.”
“He always was.” Grinning, Angel wiped away the wetness from his cheeks before leaning in for a kiss. Husk tasted of whiskey, of warmth. His strong arms encircled Angel’s slender back. Angel deepened the kiss, working his fingers into the soft fur between Husk’s wings. Husk purred, making Angel’s lips tickle.
Angel twisted on the mattress, slipping onto Husk’s lap. Husk put a hand on Angel’s chest, stopping him from snuggling in tight. Angel stopped kissing him, glancing down at the restraining hand.
“Look, I don’t want you to think you have to do anything with me because I’m here and I’m interested. We can take this slow.”
“It does bother you, what I do.” Angel dipped his chin, not meeting Husk’s gaze.
“I’m not saying that. I don’t care about that. When I said it was fine by me, I meant it. And I’m serious, you don’t have to get naked with me if that’s not what you want tonight. If you want to sit and talk, I’m more than happy to do just that.” Husk rubbed the back of Angel’s neck and he leaned into that touch.
“I’m on vacation so my time’s my own. I don’t get what I need very often, Husk. I get fucked daily but no one – especially not Val – makes love to me. I’m a walking set of holes and hands to them. I want to be with someone who thinks of me as a person, and if you’re not ready to go further yet, then could you at least stay with me a little longer because I want someone to hold me.”
“Can I tell you a secret?”
Angel nodded.
“I love cuddling and it’s been a long time for me on that front. I want to be with you tonight so maybe you could lay out a few ground rules. I want it to be what you want, to make you feel good for a change. Tell me what you like.”
“One thing I’m into really is BDSM but I’m thinking not for a first time, not for tonight. I just want something slow and sweet, not a lot of dirty talk. That just makes me feel like I’m at work.”
“I can do that,” Husk promised, caressing Angel’s shoulder.
“One more thing, because I don’t want you to think Angel Dust got into bed with you, Tony was always a noisy little fucker in bed.” Angel beamed.
Husk laughed. “Lord, you’re a screamer.”
“I am a master at it. I do have gags in a chest in the closet.”
Laughing harder, Husk took hold of Angel’s sleep shirt and pulled it off over his head. “Just try not to wake up Charlie and Vaggie because they will come running.”
“And if Pentious is spying on us, he’s about to get an eyeful.” Angel stroked his cock, which was already out of hiding and hard as diamonds.
Husk sat back for a moment, his gaze slowly working its way down Angel’s body. “Damn, kid, you really are beautiful, you know that, right?”
“Oh, I do,” he replied, low and throaty.
Shooting him a hungry look, Husk took off his bowtie and suspenders. He tossed his hat onto the vanity before rubbing Angel’s knees. He kissed his way down one thigh before feathering kisses over Angel’s sac, making him whimper. He was wholly unprepared for how talented Husk’s mouth was. Half of Val’s actors should be so good.
Husk swallowed him down deep before sliding Angel back out slowly as his tongue tickled and teased Angel’s shaft. By the third or fourth repeat of the action, Husk had Angel writhing on the bed, little gasps escaping his mouth.
“God, Husk, don’t make me cum too soon,” he begged, even though he knew he could hold off. Hell, half his job was holding off.
Husk let him pop free of his lips, the self-satisfied smug grin on his face sending a tingle through Angel. He rocked his hips, brushing the tip of his cock against those smirking lips. Husk kissed his way back up the other leg this time before swinging off the bed. He stumbled through getting his pants off but when Angel reached for him to give him a return blow job, Husk stopped him.
“Let this be about you,” he said. “And yes you’ve made it clear how much you like sucking dick. Which you can if you want or is there something you’d like more.”
Angel cupped Husk’s ears. They were so soft. “I want to feel you moving on top me. I need you in me.”
“Now that’s an easy request to fill.” Husk grinned, letting Angel squirm around on the bed to get some lube out of the nightstand.
“That’s what I want to hear.”
Angel took his time lubing Husk up. It was too sweet a job to rush, especially with Husk nibbling Angel’s shoulder and neck as he worked. Linking fingers, Husk bore him back against the mattress. Angel ran his second set of hands down Husk’s spine as he eased into Angel. Letting Angel take him in slowly, letting him open gently was such a blessing. A sharp little moan bubbled up in his throat when Husk finally sheathed himself fully inside of him.
More cries followed in rhythm with Husk’s thrusts, each louder than the next. Husk smiled at him and then sealed his mouth over Angel’s, drinking in those sounds. Angel met those thrusts enthusiastically, each sweep over his god spot driving him nuts. He broke the kiss, clinging tighter as he bucked faster against Husk. He smothered his own cries in Husk’s fuzzy neck.
“More,” he begged and Husk didn’t have to be told twice.
Putting some real strength behind his hips, Husk pounded into him, leaving Angel howling. Husk’s cries joined his as he came. He pumped Angel several more times before slipping free. He traced one arc of Angel’s pink heart design with his tongue, following it all the way down. He tickled under the head of Angel’s cock with his tongue before taking him back into that hot, talented mouth. Angel came almost instantly, yelping into a pillow as he did.
Husk pillowed his cheek against Angel’s heaving belly. Angel draped one long leg over Husk’s shoulder. Neither moved for several long moments. Finally, Husk hauled himself up Angel’s body, this time resting his head on the pillow Angel had been screaming into.
“Well, that was fun.” Husk grinned.
“And there needs to be a repeat performance.” Angel twirled a finger in Husk’s fluff.
Husk snorted. “I’m not sure the hotel can handle that. Everyone already knows what we did.”
“I did warn you.” Angel traced the heart marking on Husk’s ear. “And it definitely needs repeating. Still too early to introduce you to my favorite handcuffs. I’ll save those.”
Husk raised his feathery eyebrows. “You have favorites?”
“Oh yes, and a favorite cat-o-nine tails and favorite gag.”
“Introduce me to that last item first.” Husk laughed, rubbing Angel’s belly. “You going to forgive an old bastard the need of a little nap before the encore?”
“If he’s good on his word about cuddling, yes.”
“I’m good.”
Husk shifted onto his side, locking a leg over Angel. He slipped an arm around Angel and sheltered them under his wing. Angel snuggled in. This was what he’d always wanted. It was too early to label this love but damned if it didn’t feel like it. He was wanted and cared for and Angel planned to hold on to that as long as he could.
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