Page 55 of Angel

At least, that’s how dance classes usually work. Today, though, Angel keeps hovering at the edge of my mind, distracting me so much I nearly collide with another student while we’re practicing our pirouettes. Oops.

I rush out of class the second we’ve finished our bows and head to Sebastian’s apartment. A message comes in from Angel just as I’m climbing the stairs, and I pause on the landing to read it.

Angel: I had a lot of fun last night. *grinning emoji*

My heart somersaults so wildly in my chest that it takes a second for me to catch my breath. Fuck. How do I respond? What do I say?

We had sex in the cab of his truck. While double-parked outside my apartment building. It’s a miracle no one saw us.

He’s supposed to be straight. He’s not supposed to want to kiss a man or have sex with a man. Let alone do all that out in public where anyone could have stumbled on us. And yeah, maybe I have long hair and like to wear makeup and skirts, but it’s kinda hard to miss the dick I was rubbing against his.

Straight boys don’t do the things we did last night. So maybe Angel isn’t so straight after all. And if he’s a late bloomer, only now exploring his sexuality, maybe he’ll be willing to come out of the closet too. He probably just needs time to process. These things aren’t easy to figure out, especially when he grew up in the old neighborhood.

Yeah, that’s it. I’ll just keep telling myself that.

The door to Sebastian’s apartment opens. “Rhys? What are you doing standing out here? Are you okay?”

My head snaps up and I blink, pushing my spiraling thoughts aside. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just club-scheduling stuff. Someone wants me to fill in for them next week.” I slide my phone into my bag and go to give Sebastian a quick hug.

He gives me a quizzical look, but doesn’t press—thank god. It’s bad enough having to talk about this with Hayden. I wouldn’t even know where to start if Sebastian started asking questions.

“Where’s Christian?” I ask when he ushers me inside.

“At Mars Fitness. He’s got clients back-to-back until close today.”

“Busy guy,” I say, helping myself to a seat on the couch.

Sebastian puffs up a little, looking all proud. “Best personal trainer in the city!” he calls out as he disappears into their second bedroom, which they turned into a filming studio slash office for Sebastian.

He comes out holding his laptop. “Okay, so, I got an idea this morning.”

“Uh oh,” I tease. Sebastian is known for his ideas—most of them are crazy, but they almost always work out. The guy has a knack for business-y things that the rest of us don’t. We learned early on not to question him and just go along with whatever he says.

“Hear me out!” He sets his laptop down on the coffee table, then holds his hands up, palms out, eyes flashing with excitement. “I’m calling it 12 Toys of Christmas: The Camboy Network’s Official Holiday Gift Guide.”

I blink at him. “Sebby, girl, you know what we do isn’t exactly kid-friendly, right?”

He drops his hands and gives me a flat look. “Yes, of course, I know. I don’t mean kids’ toys. Jesus, who do you think I am? I mean sex toys! For adults!”

“Oh.” I roll the idea around in my mind again, but nope, still doesn’t make sense. “So… how exactly would it work?”

“I’m putting together a list of twelve toys. We’ll divvy them up, then film ourselves as we use them. It’ll be like video reviews as we’re using the toys. The videos will go out every other day in December, like an advent calendar!”

My jaw kind of drops as I’m stunned into silence. “That’s… genius.”

“I know, right?!” Sebastian looks smug as he pulls his computer onto his lap. “So, you in?”

I shrug. “Why not? Sure.”

“Awesome. I’ve got you down for a giant dragon dildo and then a metal cock sleeve, also shaped like a dragon.” He turns the laptop toward me so I can see the two toys he’s talking about.

The dildo is huge, like the size of a giant’s forearm. It’ll definitely be one of the bigger ones I’ve stuffed into my ass. The cock sleeve, however, is… weird. In the picture Sebastian shows me, it covers the entire length of the dude’s cock. It looks more decorative than anything else. I can’t see how it’d feel very good to wear it, and there’s no way I’d be able to fuck anyone with it.

“Uh, what am I supposed to do with that?” I point to the metal sleeve.

“Right, so, I was thinking. You could wear it while doing a pole routine!”

I glance at Sebastian, whose smile is so wide, it looks a little manic. “You want me to wear that thing while I’m on the pole?”

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