much. Problem is when it gets so bad that even though I know I need it, I can't function to get it."
"I should call Dust." He checked the clock and tried to do the time difference calculation.
Angel stood up. "I got it. He's going to want to chew my ass out anyway. Best I do it now while he's sleeping or should be sleeping." Angel chuckled as he picked up the phone. He was pretty sure Dusty would be up waiting to hear how Angel was doing.
Angel still had not dressed so Darius just sat there frozen watching him parade back and forth right in front of him. He was right, Dusty bitched at him for a half an hour. He just sat there unable to leave the display Angel made by pacing back and forth. Darius knew he should probably not be taking this much pleasure in watching him but he did. And what surprised him even more was he decided he didn't really care.
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Chapter 10
The next day Angel apparently noticed Darius's shitty mood and tried to compensate with his good-natured cheerfulness. Angel tried to jolly him out of his mood but he stayed pensive. Dare knew he was being annoyingly irritating but couldn't seem to pull it together.
They had just spent the morning working on the day bed and that certainly hadn't improved his mood. The breeze of the fan did nothing to cool the heat he felt sitting so close to his lead singer. He tried to focus on the words, on the music, on anything other than how fucking good Angel smelled. He was so close he couldn't stop from smelling him. It was just like at the night of the Temple dance. The fan just stirred the air, insuring he caught the heady scent of Angel. It was a mix of sandalwood, a hint of vanilla and something Darius couldn't place. Saying Angel smelled good to him was an understatement of gigantic proportions. He felt like he was going to lose his freaking mind.
Eventually, he lost the battle of trying not to breathe Angel in. He was starting to feel like a cat with catnip trying to inhale more and more. He just wanted to roll all over the taller man so his scent would mark him. Darius wanted to rub his face across Angel's body as he inhaled in his delicious scent. If he were able to bottle the scent, he would make more off of the cologne then their record sales.
He felt like he was at his wits end. Angel seemed calm, peaceful even.
He had to ask him, "Aren't you frustrated?" Cause he was ready to jump out of his skin.
Angel looked up from the lyrics they were working on. His pencil was in his mouth again. Angel was sucking on the eraser end. Hell, he had been moving it in and out of his mouth like he was blowing it, providing Darius with way too many mental images he should not be having. He had never been envious of a number two before, but what he wouldn't give to be in Angel's mouth just like that! Dragged in and out...His sweet sucking mouth caressing his cock while it went in and out...STOP! Fuck, what was wrong with him?
"I think the songs are coming along well." Angel watched him with his beautiful brown eyes, before he gave him a sexy smile as he took the pencil out of his mouth. "Oh." The light bulb went on indicating that he realized Darius wasn't talking about the music. "Ohh. You mean sexually frustrated?" The word sexually came out so freaking hot he wanted to check to see what caught on fire.
Darius ran a hand through his blond hair to push it back from his face.
"Yeah, I mean you have way more sex than me but you seem just fine."
Fuck! He sounded like he was whining.
Angel chuckled low and deep and it did things to his insides. The singer was hands down the most beautiful and sexy thing Dare had laid eyes on. Wow! Where did that come from
Shrugging, Angel leaned towards him as if to tell a secret. "I have toys."
Darius blinked not sure he understood Angel. "Toys?"
Laughing even more, Angel confirmed, "Of course, I always travel with them. Dildos and a flesh light."
"What the hell is a
"I should call Dust." He checked the clock and tried to do the time difference calculation.
Angel stood up. "I got it. He's going to want to chew my ass out anyway. Best I do it now while he's sleeping or should be sleeping." Angel chuckled as he picked up the phone. He was pretty sure Dusty would be up waiting to hear how Angel was doing.
Angel still had not dressed so Darius just sat there frozen watching him parade back and forth right in front of him. He was right, Dusty bitched at him for a half an hour. He just sat there unable to leave the display Angel made by pacing back and forth. Darius knew he should probably not be taking this much pleasure in watching him but he did. And what surprised him even more was he decided he didn't really care.
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Chapter 10
The next day Angel apparently noticed Darius's shitty mood and tried to compensate with his good-natured cheerfulness. Angel tried to jolly him out of his mood but he stayed pensive. Dare knew he was being annoyingly irritating but couldn't seem to pull it together.
They had just spent the morning working on the day bed and that certainly hadn't improved his mood. The breeze of the fan did nothing to cool the heat he felt sitting so close to his lead singer. He tried to focus on the words, on the music, on anything other than how fucking good Angel smelled. He was so close he couldn't stop from smelling him. It was just like at the night of the Temple dance. The fan just stirred the air, insuring he caught the heady scent of Angel. It was a mix of sandalwood, a hint of vanilla and something Darius couldn't place. Saying Angel smelled good to him was an understatement of gigantic proportions. He felt like he was going to lose his freaking mind.
Eventually, he lost the battle of trying not to breathe Angel in. He was starting to feel like a cat with catnip trying to inhale more and more. He just wanted to roll all over the taller man so his scent would mark him. Darius wanted to rub his face across Angel's body as he inhaled in his delicious scent. If he were able to bottle the scent, he would make more off of the cologne then their record sales.
He felt like he was at his wits end. Angel seemed calm, peaceful even.
He had to ask him, "Aren't you frustrated?" Cause he was ready to jump out of his skin.
Angel looked up from the lyrics they were working on. His pencil was in his mouth again. Angel was sucking on the eraser end. Hell, he had been moving it in and out of his mouth like he was blowing it, providing Darius with way too many mental images he should not be having. He had never been envious of a number two before, but what he wouldn't give to be in Angel's mouth just like that! Dragged in and out...His sweet sucking mouth caressing his cock while it went in and out...STOP! Fuck, what was wrong with him?
"I think the songs are coming along well." Angel watched him with his beautiful brown eyes, before he gave him a sexy smile as he took the pencil out of his mouth. "Oh." The light bulb went on indicating that he realized Darius wasn't talking about the music. "Ohh. You mean sexually frustrated?" The word sexually came out so freaking hot he wanted to check to see what caught on fire.
Darius ran a hand through his blond hair to push it back from his face.
"Yeah, I mean you have way more sex than me but you seem just fine."
Fuck! He sounded like he was whining.
Angel chuckled low and deep and it did things to his insides. The singer was hands down the most beautiful and sexy thing Dare had laid eyes on. Wow! Where did that come from
Shrugging, Angel leaned towards him as if to tell a secret. "I have toys."
Darius blinked not sure he understood Angel. "Toys?"
Laughing even more, Angel confirmed, "Of course, I always travel with them. Dildos and a flesh light."
"What the hell is a
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