Page 28 of Angel

I’m never like this before a shoot. I’ve done so many of these with so many different people, I have my routine down to a science. Liquid diet for a couple days beforehand to make sure I’m completely cleaned out. Wax job so my skin is silky smooth. Extra-strength hairspray. Waterproof makeup. Cute lingerie. And I’m ready for the camera.

I didn’t stray from my routine this time, and yet, I feel on edge, like I’ve forgotten something big, something important. My stomach is all twisted up in knots, and my heart is racing like I’ve just finished a pole routine. I’m crawling out of my skin and I can’t sit still.

It’s because of Angel, of course. I want today to go well for him.

He’s put so much trust in me with this whole thing. So much naive and innocent trust that I now have a responsibility to protect. I introduced him to this world. It’s my duty to make sure he’s taken care of while he’s here.

I want him to feel comfortable and relaxed. I want him to enjoy himself on set and get along with Sebastian and Christian. I want him to walk away with no regrets.

But if I’m honest with myself, it’s not only that. Deep down inside, where I keep my darkest, most selfish desires, I want him to like it. I want him to like having sex with me.

Because I think I might have a teeny-tiny little crush on Angel.

Fuck.

What’s the first rule of gay club? Don’t fall in love with the straight boy. Trust me. Been there. Done that. Do not recommend.

“Uh… Rhys?”

I jump and yelp as I spin around. Angel is standing in the bedroom doorway, looking adorable as fuck. He must have gone to the barber’s because his hair and beard are trim and neat. He’s wearing a plaid lumberjack shirt on top of a thin, white dudebro tank top. The golden crucifix necklace lies on top of the tank. His jeans are paint-splattered and torn, and his boots are all scuffed up. With the hard hat Sebastian’s got for him, he’ll look every bit the home reno contractor he’s supposed to play.

My cock roars to life, straining against the lace panties I’m wearing. I shift on my feet and adjust the two sides of my robe, trying to hide my growing erection.

“Hey, Angel! You’re here!” I wince at how surprised I sound. “I mean, of course you’re here. You said you would be. I didn’t think you were lying or anything.” Oh god, stop talking, Rhys.

Angel scratches his jaw, lips curled into a sheepish smile. “Yeah, I’m here.”

His gaze travels down my body in a slow perusal, his eyes bright with what looks like appreciation. If I didn’t know better, I would think he’s checking me out, that maybe he likes what he sees.

“You look good,” he says, voice warm and soft, like the most comforting of blankets. It turns my bones into jelly and my cock into granite.

I tuck my hair behind my ear as the twisting in my stomach becomes more of a fluttering. “Thanks. You look good too.”

He takes a few steps toward me, eyes locked on mine. Suddenly, the air in the room feels a little thin. My lips part as I try to suck in extra oxygen, and his gaze drops to my mouth. His eyes darken to a rich brown that makes it even more difficult to breathe.

He smells like fresh sawdust. I want to run my nose along his neck, rub myself against his body, and lick every single inch of his skin. I want to rake my fingers through all his fur. I want his beard to leave me red all over. I want his large, strong hands to hold me to him and never let go.

“Hey! You guys ready?”

We jump away from each other at the sound of Sebastian’s cheerful voice. The tips of Angel’s ears are tinted pink, and his gaze is cast down to the floor.

Sebastian looks from Angel to me, with a question in his expression.

“Yup!” I answer for both of us. “We’ll be out in a sec.”

Sebastian gives me an encouraging smile before disappearing again.

“How are you feeling?” I ask Angel, pulling him deeper into the bedroom.

“Um, okay? I think?” He rubs his palms on his thighs before curling his hands into fists.

“It’s okay to be nervous.”

He nods, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yeah, I am, a little.”

“Do you have any questions?”

He blinks at me and I can see the millions of questions racing around inside his head. His mouth hangs open like he can’t decide which one to ask first or how to ask them.

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