Icing on the Cake, Angel/William whorefic
so, once upon a time spankspike wrote me two little whorefics that pushed all my buttons in all the right ways. and I promised her that I would write a sequel to the scenario that worked her own kinks. And then I got busy. And there was sadness across the land.
But! I finally finished it today, and I make up for the tardiness by presenting you with something that is ridiculously long for a one-shot. if you haven't read spanky's The Birthday Special yet, you probably should check it out before you read my sequel. it's muy bueno, and who would turn up their nose at hot spangel whorefic? a crazy person, that's who! I normally don't like William, but hers is delightful. Her fic did a really good job of drawing out William for us, and it made me want to crack open Angel's hard shell to release the tasty little nut inside (....I think I'm in a weird mood today. sorry.)
anyway, I hope you enjoy it, babe. I think you will.
Title: Icing On The Cake (1/1), sequel to spankspike's The Birthday Special
Author: Mel (btvslover82)
Pairing: Spangel (Angel/William)
Rating: so very NC-17
Summary: I'm too lazy to make one up right now. whorefic. Angel's a young rentboy, William is a 30-year-old virgin. well lookie there, it's a summary.
Warnings: more or less underage sex, prostitution, light light sub/dom, um. schmoop. I feel I should warn for schmoop.
Disclaimer: not mine. the boys aren't mine, and neither is the original story idea, which belongs to spankspike who graciously agreed to let me play. jeez, I'm stealing all over the place. klepto.
Liam was dreaming his very favorite dream.
He was at home, on one of those lazy Saturday mornings when his mom would cook a big breakfast because his dad said that a man deserved to eat decent once a week. Wes was over-his best friend-and they’d sleep as late as they could, until his mom was bellowing hard that they’d better get their lazy butts out of bed, and the two of them would stumble off to the bathroom to brush their teeth.
Had to make sure the guest bed looked rumpled before they went down, because his mom would notice when she went to do the sheets if it didn’t look slept in. Couldn’t let his parents find out they’d been sharing a bed, lately.
But it wasn’t time to get up yet. They still had another half hour at least, and Wes was warm and lean, and they were curled all around each other.
These were the best dreams ever.
Slowly, Liam became aware of sounds that cancelled out his dream-undermined its credibility. There were wailing sirens and the slamming of doors where there should have been banging pots in the kitchen downstairs. The scent of stale mildew and cigarettes, rather than the seductive call of bacon frying in the pan.
Wes’ body was a bit smaller than he remembered it to be.
Liam-no, not Liam for a long time, Angel now-jolted back to reality at that little epiphany, tensing with the disorientation of another body in his bed. He slept alone now. Always.
When Angel’s eyes popped open, they met blue ones, vibrant where Wes’ had always been soft, trained close on his face. The small man against him mewed with surprise. After a moment, Angel remembered and relaxed.
The special-case john. William, who got angry when you called him old and had never seen another man’s cock in all his thirty years.
William, who was now looking self-consciously everywhere but Angel.
Back on his game, Angel licked his lips and stretched hugely, arching off the bed and letting the covers slip further down his torso, enjoying the long stretch of muscle over bone.
Enjoying the blue eyes that skittered down his belly avidly. The man blushed like he hadn’t sucked Angel’s dick just a few hours ago. And paid him for the pleasure of it.
“Like what you see?” Angel purred knowingly. His tone made not-so-old William’s cheeks turn rosy-embarrassed to be caught admiring the body of a whore. What rock had this guy been hiding under? Thirty, and blushing like the schoolboy that Angel oughtta be.
William’s keen eyes turned curiously back on Angel’s face.
“How old are you?” he inquired politely.
Angel grinned, sly. “How old do you want me to be?” He took perverse enjoyment in the way the man’s small frame bristled at the flippant response. There might just be a little tiger in this kitten, after all.
“You needn’t make fun. Just tell me if it’s none of my business.”
Angel was used to lying about his age. He made himself younger for the johns, older for the cops, old enough to drink for the guy at the corner store. He was whoever they wanted him to be.
So he was a little surprised by what came out of his mouth next.
“Eighteen next month.”
Shit. The truth.
William’s eyes rounded, and he flushed with guilt. “Oh. You…you’re not…you’re still a….”
Angel laughed. Jesus, the guy looked as though he’d soiled Angel’s virtue or some shit.
It was kind of nice…in a really lame way.
“Relax, seventeen’s legal here, nobody’s gonna throw you in cuffs. Well, actually, they could, seeing as paying me for it ain’t exactly on the up-and-up.”
Angel laughed again at the panicked flush of William’s face, as if he’d just realized what he’d done. Newbies were like that, sometimes. Didn’t hit em that they’d just fucked a whore till after their dicks went off and the lust for Angel’s body had cleared their heads.
Course, he’d never had a newbie newbie. This guy must be freaking out. Speaking of which….
Angel stopped laughing and tackled William to the bed when he tried to do a runner, easily keeping hold of the slight form as it wriggled against him. Sorta getting him in the mood all over again actually…. Angel thought about William’s lips wrapped around his cock and licked his own.
He really shouldn’t give freebies to his customers. Then again, shouldn’t sleep all night with them curled up against him, either. Breaking all sorts of rules for those pretty eyes.
“Hey now, don’t run off, I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m an ass. It’s my thing.”
The man tried to disengage Angel’s arm from around his waist-unsuccessfully. “Yes, well, I sh-should really be going, now that our…I…. I wouldn’t want to keep you.”
Angel licked the rim of the john’s ear. When he blew against it, William shivered. “Don’t get to keep me, pretty William. Just rent me for another couple hours.”
The john blushed when Angel called him pretty. Not even a compliment, really, he was just calling it like it was. Now that he’d gotten the guy out of that hideous suit and his eyes out from behind those frames, he was a real looker.
Sure as hell not somebody who’d need to lose it to a whore at 30 fuckin years old.
Oh well. The world’s loss was Angel’s gain. And things usually ran the other way around these days, so Angel wasn’t bitching.
Pinning the slender body to the bed, Angel began to lave a crooked trail over William’s soft, pale belly. “Do we have a deal?” When Angel’s tongue swirled and dipped at the shy navel, the man’s pretty mouth parted with a breathy little moan, abs ticking with excitement under his lips.
Angel’s mouth teased just shy of the cock curving eagerly against William’s pale skin, and suddenly William jerked with surprise, skittish again.
“I really…can’t…I had quite a good time last night but I-I’m not a virgin any longer, so I should-”
Angel caught the hands that were trying to shove him away, long fingers wrapping around slender wrists to restrain him, and William’s whole body shuddered even before Angel’s lips grazed the shaft of his cock.
Angel wished, for once, that he had a pair of handcuffs. But he didn’t do that sort of thing, not for pay, and keeping them lying around was a bad idea.
“Ever had your dick sucked?”
Color flooded William’s cheeks and he appeared fascinated with the ceiling. “Not as such, no.”
Mouth broadening in a wide, sly smile, Angel blew cool air against the film of saliva he’d left behind on the pretty cock, and William jumped with a sharp intake of breath.
“Then I guess we could say that you’re still a virgin, some ways. Want me to take care of that for you?” Angel laved his tongue over the soft skin of the shaft and grinned when William took a long, steadying breath that wasn’t so steady.
“How much?”
“Tell you what, birthday boy. Gimme another thirty, and that’ll cover everything else we do today. No need to haggle over every…little…thing.” He nibbled at the man’s foreskin, liking the way William’s breath caught in his throat on a sigh.
He didn’t usually like this job so much. But he was good at it, he’d been told.
“Okay.”
William reached for his wallet, but Angel was impatient and he knew the guy was good for it. He latched his mouth over the head of William’s cock and sucked like a hoover, and William bowed off the bed, shouting in surprise. William’s hands wound into Angel’s hair, forgetting the money in his frenzy, pulling a little on the short locks as Angel sank down and swallowed.
But his hands were gentle. Angel wasn’t used to being treated like that.
He kept his eyes trained on William’s face as he fellated him. Angel could vouch for the fact that men made a lot of goofy faces in the heat of the moment. If you had your eyes open, not distracted by your own pleasure, it was almost funny, watching somebody get off. Made him feel like he wasn’t so beneath the johns, like they liked to pretend. He saw them for what they were.
But the fact was, William had the prettiest come-face he’d ever seen. Two swallows around the man’s pretty, thick head and he was shooting down Angel’s throat, crying out like he didn’t expect his body could do that, and maybe he didn’t. His pretty mouth dropped open, cheeks a delicate pink with excitement-not sweaty or blotchy. His dirty blond curls were a mess of bedhead against the pillow, and his eyes shot open, right at the end, to lock with Angel’s-pupils blown and irises brighter than ever. He looked…debauched, but weirdly innocent. Like he didn’t understand that this type of thing was meant to be dirty, with a whore.
Angel wiped his mouth, feeling strangely self-conscious as he crawled towards the head of the bed to lay himself next to William. The other man’s face was turned away. Angel frowned.
“Hey. Somethin’ wrong?” He noticed now that William’s whole face, cheekbone to neck, was red in the dim light of the room.
William’s small frame expanded slowly and then deflated like a popped balloon. He didn’t look at Angel.
“You must think me a completely pathetic wanker.”
Angel hesitated. So much for the afterglow. “Uh…why am I thinking that?”
William’s face whipped around, eyes wide. Angel didn’t think he’d ever seen someone actually…sputter, before. He’d thought it was a figure of speech, but there the guy went, so…huh. “Why? You barely touch me and I…I….”
Ah. Angel smiled, and had to grab the guy to keep him from flinging himself out of the bed. “Lemme share a little secret with you, William. Johns don’t exactly make love or whatever, alright? It’s pretty much a race to the finish around here. Everybody’s just trying to get off and get out. No biggie.”
William still looked sullen, but now he looked sad, too. He was moody like a woman. Angel figured he’d better keep that to himself, or the little blond spitfire here would take offense.
Probably take offense to being called that, too. This dude was high maintenance.
Angel couldn’t say why he liked that.
“Anyway, I’m not in the judgement business. You’ve got me mixed up with some other profession.”
Something about that caught William’s attention. He studied Angel avidly, eyes scanning his face. It made Angel restless, wondering what it was that William saw. What he was looking for.
“What?” he asked shortly. “I got something on my face?”
William totally ignored his irritable tone…and the fact that he had spoken at all, actually.
“How long have you been…doing what you do?”
Angel was caught off guard by the question. Who cared? This guy, apparently. Suddenly, he felt strangely naked to those clear blue eyes, though he refused to show it. “Why do you want to know?”
“Simply curious. You’re quite young. Yet you seem…. I feel like a simpering maiden by comparison, and I’m nearly twice your age.”
“I like making you simper.” Liam bit his lip, making his eyes suggestive as he trailed a finger down William’s chest. “I could make you do it some more, you know….”
William’s mouth pursed in that stubborn set, brushing away his tempting finger. Angel sighed.
“Look, if it seems like I’ve been around the block a time or five, there’s probably a reason for that, you get me?”
William made a thoughtful little hum. Angel rolled back to look at the ceiling, hoping he’d closed the topic by being an asshole. Something told him, no such luck.
“What happened to your parents?”
Angel let out a long-suffering sigh, making no secret what he thought of that line of questioning. “Nothing.”
“So they’re still….”
“Alive and kicking.”
“They turned you out of the house then?”
Angel turned his head to look at William sharply. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it was rude to ask so many questions?”
“They did, but I ignored them. As advice goes, I found it asinine.”
There was a silence long enough to be uncomfortable as they stared at one another. William lifted his brow in an imperial way that pissed Angel off. He turned away, glaring at the ceiling. He hated to be pitied.
“Fine. Yes. They kicked me out.”
Which is what he should do to this nosy john. You give the guy a cheapie special just because he’s a hottie and he goes and sticks his nose in. The nerve of some….
“Was it because you’re gay?”
Angel’s head whipped around. “Who said I’m gay?”
William turned bright red, and Angel had to contain his smirk. Not so nosy now, are you?
William couldn’t seem to commit to a sentence. “You seem…you liked….” He swallowed visibly. “You seem to enjoy what you do.”
Angel snorted. “I enjoy having a full stomach. And electricity, and a place to sleep.”
William looked so flustered and at a loss to recover from his faulty assumption, Angel took pity on him.
“Not that it has anything to do with how I earn my bread, but I am. You just shouldn’t assume, you know? Some of the guys are just…earning a buck.”
William’s features smoothed out thoughtfully. Angel fought the urge to fidget under the attention. Instead, he rolled over onto his stomach and shrugged off the sheet laying over his lower body, hoping to distract the john with a view of his fabulous ass. Remind him what he had paid for, and it wasn’t a heart-to-heart confessional.
Those blue eyes did stray down to the swell of Angel’s buttocks, but his face flamed and he looked quickly back up to Angel’s face.
“When you were…. Besides working, have you ever had someone?”
Jesus. Persistent little fucker.
That thought shouldn’t sound so fond in his own head, but the guy reminded him of Wes. Not just the accent. Wes had been real smart in school, always. He was curious, and once he got going, he could keep at the questions all day. Angel had always been a little more interested in the party side of life himself, so it used to get on his nerves. But this William guy was smart like that….
“Angel?”
His attention came back to the present. “Yeah. I had someone.”
“Did you….did you ever…were you in charge, or….”
Angel imagined Wes, face as flushed as William’s was now but for an entirely different reason, gasping and yanking at Angel’s hair as he thrust down….
Angel cleared his throat. “Yeah, I guess you could say I was in charge.”
It might be Angel’s imagination, but he thought William started breathing a little quicker. “Do you prefer it that way?”
Angel held his eyes. “Yeah.”
Color began to creep into William’s face again. “You said….”
“What?”
“You said the $30 would cover anything I wanted?”
Angel frowned, shifting gears with the question. “I still got veto power here, but…yeah, that’s the deal. Almost anything. I don’t do kinky.”
William’s eyes were skittish now, and Angel started getting a weird feeling about all the john’s questions. Chill out, Liam, there’s no way the guy is thinking what you hope-
“I want you to fuck me!” William suddenly blurted.
Angel drew a blank. He stared.
William chewed at his lip. “You do that, don’t you? Or is that something that’s against the rules-?”
Angel swallowed and tried to recover himself. His cock ached, suddenly raring to go. It sure as hell had no reservations about the idea.
“Yeah, it’s somethin’ I do. I was just surprised is all. Not many clients…want to do that.”
Angel watched William fidget. “Yes, well. I had always imagined I would be the one…that it might be my nature to…. Well I think I might actually prefer…..”
Angel smiled wolfishly, licking his lips. “Getting fucked?”
William scowled. “If you’re going to be so crass and cruel about it, then maybe I should….”
“Hey, relax!” Angel said, maybe a little too eagerly. He leaned over William. “I’m just fucking with you. You gotta be able to say it if you’re gonna do it, right?”
Clear blue eyes locked back on Angel’s, so hopeful. “So you’ll do it then?”
Angel held his breath. Bad idea, bad-idea, badideabadideabadidea-“Yeah. I’ll do it.”
William’s eyes fell to Angel’s mouth. “Can I-?”
They’d already kissed, so he didn’t see the harm in it. And maybe he even wanted to. It had been so long since he’d done anything so intimate and simple. Angel leaned in, kissing William gently, trying to sooth the john’s nervousness a little. The tension seeped from William’s body as their lips moved against each other.
Angel, on the end hand, was wound tighter.
His mind was racing. The fact was, in this area, Angel was as much a virgin as William.
He and Wes had only been 15 when they got caught and Angel’s old man booted him out of the house. They hadn’t really gotten around to anything that serious yet, happy with kissing and touching and rubbing against one another. Wes’s parents, as it turned out, were more PC, but accepting that their own teenage son was gay and letting his boyfriend move in were two very different things. They’d drifted. And once he’d gotten in the biz…well. Truth was a lot of his johns were homophobic closet cases one thin line away from beating the shit out of him, and you didn’t push them if you were smart.
It was common knowledge, apparently, that fucking some boy was on the up and up, but letting anyone near your own ass…well, that made you a faggot.
‘Course, William here didn’t have any of those reservations. He probably hadn’t talked to enough actual human beings to know that other people thought that way. He was just hot to let someone inside his body, even if it was a whore. Angel almost pulled away and asked if he was sure he wanted to do this, that a good-looking guy like him would find someone some day.
But when was someone likely to offer this to Angel again? Half past never. And he wanted it so bad, his hands were shaking a little.
Angel laid a kiss under William’s chin, pulling back to look at him until the shy man started to get restless. “You’re real handsome, you know? You should ditch the suit. Should be illegal to cover up this body like that.”
“You’re just saying that.” William was embarrassed, and it was clear that he didn’t believe a word Angel was saying. How was it possible he’d never been told?
“Not just saying,” Angel said, guiding William’s hand down to his cock. “Wouldn’t agree to do this if I wasn’t hurting to get inside.”
William’s eyes developed a little sheen. “Really?”
“Swear to God.” There was no room for Angel’s own nerves here. This guy was…soft. Too soft. Angel felt a wave of warmth for the man, a protectiveness he’d always reserved for Wes. “Here, fold your legs up. We have to stretch you out good, so it doesn’t hurt.”
Angel’s fingers slipped inside, careful and gentle and looking to give William pleasure, gut clenching when pale eyelids drifted down reverently. William let out a low moan, breathing harder when Angel began to slide and stretch, doing for William what he normally did for himself-except William was so much tighter than he was these days. The muscle squeezed down on his fingers, and just the thought of putting his cock in there set his teeth on edge.
But he took his time, because Angel wasn’t small, and William deserved better than he’d had, his first time. Back when he didn’t know a damn thing about how to say “Not yet, where’s the lube.”
Angel let his other hand roam while he did his job, letting himself touch all that soft pale skin while William’s fists clenched at the pillow behind his head. William was biting his lip, and when Angel began to pay more attention to his hot spot, he started to writhe, breaking out into a fine sweat. Angel didn’t know how he’d ever thought the john was old and lame. This guy was so fucking sexy, just by breathing. Jesus.
“Oh…god. It’s so…it’s…I don’t have the words.”
Angel was breathing a little hard. “I think you’re doing a good job of expressing yourself.”
William pulled him down and they kissed fervently as Angel continued to slide his fingers inside, rubbing himself against William’s body.
“Bloody hell, stop…I’m ready. I’m ready!”
Angel laughed at William’s flustered impatience, but he sounded kind of breathless even to his own ears. “The customer’s always right.”
When William looked on the verge of throwing a snit over his smart mouth, Angel flipped his slender body easily onto his stomach. He gave the tight ass a sharp smack, and William jerked with a horny little cry, looking at Angel over his shoulder-half sex-kitten, half tomcat looking for a fight. His mop of hair was unkempt and a little damp with sweat, ass tilted upwards invitingly, and Angel couldn’t look away when he reached for the condom. He knocked the lamp over in his blind haste, throwing the lighting of the apartment askew, but he was too busy fumbling with the latex to right it.
Angel hesitated. Better double bag it. He didn’t think he had anything, but it was a couple months since he could make it to the free clinic and he’d feel shitty if anything happened to this guy, his first time out. Plus, Angel was so excited, he had a feeling this was going to be a non-event unless he had some serious desensitization going on.
“Are you ready for this?” he asked, tilting William’s hips a little further. He honestly didn’t know what he’d do if the john changed his mind, so when William’s response was an irritable order to “bloody well get on with it,” Angel didn’t tease him for suddenly growing a pair. Instead he scooted closer to kneel where the man’s legs were sprawled open for him, and began to slowly press the tip of his cock inside.
Neither of them breathed until Angel’s pelvis was pressed up against William, cock buried so deep inside his flesh that when William exhaled a low moan, Angel felt it vibrate around him.
He remembered to breath. “Okay?”
William bit his lip in hesitation and then nodded. He began to shift restlessly, body begging to be fucked even though neither of them was ready for that yet.
“Stop wiggling,” Angel gritted out, but William just whimpered, rubbing his cock against the cheap sheets, ass clenching around Angel in a way that was gonna make him a lot less considerate in about three seconds.
He dropped his weight on top of the other man’s body, pressing it into the mattress, lacing his hands against the backs of William’s and holding those down as well. “Stop. Moving.”
William finally went still, rib cage filling and deflating with excitement under Angel’s body. He clearly liked being held down and told what to do. Fuck. Angel shouldn’t think about that right now.
God, his cock felt good. That was another train of thought that wasn’t going to help things any, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. William’s body was clamping down hard on him, trying to expel the intrusion, but he wasn’t going anywhere. Ever, if he could help it. One of Angel’s nicer regulars sometimes gave him a reach-around when he was close to getting his money’s worth, but a hand had nothing on this. Shit. He was going to have to start trading favors with one of the other guys that worked the block.
“Angel, please....”
William was trying to wriggle again, and his begging forced more blood into Angel’s cock. Angel licked over the back of his neck, making the smaller body stiffen with an almost indecipherable quake. “Please, what?”
Bright blue eyes flashed impatiently over a pale shoulder. “Please stop being a wanker and fuck me.”
A smug grin bloomed across Angel’s face. “Look who’s using his words.”
Still squeezing William’s hands tight, he started rotating his hips carefully, shallow movements that made William whimper. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, no space between, and Angel was choking back on the need to thrust and have and take. There was just something right about this. For the first time since he’d started fucking for money, Angel felt heady, uncomplicated lust-any pleasure normally derived from his transactions felt greasy and second-rate. But this was….
Angel began to elongate his strokes, withdrawing farther, plunging deeper. He reigned himself in from really going at it, wanting to draw this little piece of heaven out. Wanting to avoid bruising the pretty body beneath his own. Wanting to make it so good that William would come back begging for more.
William’s face was tense with pleasure, head turned to the side, small surprised sounds being pressed from his lungs each time Angel stroked into his body. Angel realized that the other man’s fingers had curled inward so that he was holding onto Angel as tight as he was being held.
“Aw, fuck. You love this, don’t you?”
William gasped and nodded, eyes still squeezed tight, and Angel began to thrust a little faster. William cried out and tried to arch his back under Angel’s weight, and Angel released one hand to bury his in William’s thick curls, pulling them aside and using them to stretch that slender white neck. Licking and biting and sucking at the soft flesh. When William purred and tried to push himself up on his hands, Angel easily held him down, fist tightening gently in his hair. Just as he thought, it made William hotter.
“God, Angel….” William was trying to fuck himself back into Angel with the little range of motion he was allowed. So eager to give himself over to someone else, horny with the gentle domination Angel was demanding.
William, who was a good boy and always took care of his mother, liked being held down and touched softly. Angel bit back the surge of current that thought sent to his balls.
He licked over William’s ear, voice coming out too deep as he pulsed steadily William’s tight hole. “Such a perfect boy,” he praised, though the man twice his age. William bit his lip against a whimper. “Lying there and taking my cock. You’re so fucking beautiful…perfect for me….”
William sobbed out and started thrusting down into the mattress, dirty talk driving him to desperation. Angel let go of William’s other hand to slip his own under the man’s hips, cupping a tight little tunnel against William’s cock. William keened, body vibrating with need, hands gripping the pillow against his face in an attempt to muffle the sound.
Angel moaned and pounded into him harder, words coming quicker than thought. “It’s ok, baby, I’ve got you…make it so good….”
When he pulled back to prop himself up for better leverage, Angel realized that William’s face was wet, tears leaking from his closed eyelids, lashes damp. He was weeping without a sound, pretty, melancholy, lonely tears. Sadness rolled off the man in waves, and Angel didn’t know what he was mourning, but his own chest felt conspicuously tight all of a sudden. He untangled his fingers from William’s hair and wrapped the other man in a tight grip, still rocking him forward into a solicitous hand.
“I thought…I thought no one would ever….”
Angel brushed his mouth over William’s soft wet cheek, kissing the side of his mouth, trying to stop the pitiful words. His own loneliness was suddenly thick enough to drown in, and the comfort-noises he murmured into William’s ear took him back to wee hours of the night quieting baby Kathy when she fussed in her nursery. Some nights, only her big brother would do.
Kathy had turned five last month, and he didn’t even know what she looked like.
“Harder,” William begged, and Angel accommodated him, blotting out the poisonous memories in favor of pouring himself into the man underneath him. He pounded into William, clutching at him, murmuring reverent curses against William’s incoherent cries.
William’s body locked up around Angel, fingers digging into the bedding as warm, sticky fluid spilled into his hand, and Angel realized his own need to come had crept up under the intensity of everything else he was feeling. William’s body jerked sensitively under his own as he continued to stroke the man with his own come, and Angel surged down into him a few last times before he let himself go, curling his big body over top of William’s in an effort to keep himself from flying to pieces.
Angel felt shaky and strange, as if his skin were stripped away, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. He had no idea what the hell had just happened. Why he was almost in tears over fucking a stranger. A stranger who was paying him for it, no less. But the thought of letting go was even worse than the thought of William seeing him like this, so Angel eased them onto their sides, keeping the smaller body tucked against his own. He breathed William in, trying to get his heart under control.
They cooled down, but neither of them said anything. And neither of them slept.
~*~*~*~
When the sun went down, they were still curled against one another, though William had turned so he was fitted against Angel’s side. Angel lay on his back and studied the watermarks on his ceiling, petting a hand over William’s lean body. He was scared to be the first one to talk. He didn’t have dialogue to suit this particular occasion, not anymore. He was too used to dealing in hackneyed hooker-speak.
But now the need to say something couldn’t be put off. “Hey.” The murmur sounded loud after so much silence. He felt William shift to look up at him, but he kept his eyes fastened on the stain that looked like an elephant. “I have to go to back to work.”
“Oh.” William sounded flustered, and Angel hated pissing all over his afterglow, but this wasn’t his life. Lying here feeling warm and….
Well it only made the thought of going back out there seem shittier than ever.
William pulled away, sitting up. “Yes, of course. I forgot myself. You….”
When William’s thought died out for lack of courage, Angel rolled and sat at the edge of the bed with his back to the man. He wiped a hand over his face. He felt…creaky and hung-over, even though he hadn’t had the cash to buy booze in a week at least. He’d been hard up enough last night to coerce a 30-year-old virgin into transacting a little business, and if he didn’t make bank tonight, he might as well kiss this charming little bungalow of his goodbye.
When he pushed himself to his feet and started to pick through the clothing on the floor, trying to find something clean enough, Angel felt William get out of bed and stiffly pull his own clothing on. That stupid fucking suit. Angel snorted when he finally caught sight of how sexless William looked. His goodies were all tucked away, as if they were never there.
Angel started towards the door. “Be careful in this neighborhood, alright? Getting hit up by a hooker is the nicest thing that happens around here.”
“Wait!”
Angel stopped with his hand on the knob, rolling his eyes at the door before he turned back around. William’s outstretched hand contained two twenties: ten for blowing Angel, thirty for the day. It was a quarter of what Angel needed to make rent tomorrow.
He felt oily inside at the thought of taking those bills.
“I don’t want your money.”
William looked perplexed. “What? But you-”
“Take your cash and get the fuck outta here, William. Go back to whatever ‘burb you came from, find some other geeky yuppy faggot to get your rocks off with and take up knitting so that you can surprise him with some fucking little sweater for his poodle, alright? Or don’t. Do whatever the hell you want, as long as I don’t have to see your face around here again.”
Angel almost felt guilty about the shocked, lost look that his cold snap of temper had put on William’s face, but he was too irritable about the night he had ahead of him. He turned and banged out of the apartment, not caring that he was leaving his door wide open, William still staring after him.
The night air felt nippy, and a strong wind cut right through his jacket as he made his way down to his territory. Made it hard to light the cigarette that was supposed to warm his insides from his lungs out. Winter was blowing in. Not that winter was ever too brutal in LA, but the thought of dropping his pants in an alley in this weather made his balls shrink up against his body. Shitty night.
When he heard a familiar voice calling shrilly for him to wait, Angel started to walk faster. He tapped some ash from the end of his cigarette as he power-walked-because he was not running away, dammit. He was just…getting where he was going in a speedy and efficient manner.
He was surprised when a hand grabbed his elbow and yanked him around-not because he hadn’t known that William was right behind him, because the guy wouldn’t shut up, but because he hadn’t expected mousy little William to be so…demanding.
‘Course, mousy little William didn’t look so mousy. He looked pissed.
He shoved a finger into Angel’s chest, face contorted with outrage. Angel took a drag and tried to pretend it wasn’t making him a little hot. “How dare you dismiss me that way? As if I were no more than a…a….” He waved one cultured hand as if he could pluck the right word from thin air. “A cheap fuck.”
Angel lifted a brow and exhaled, genuinely amused. “You were a cheap fuck. Or…I was. And you got an awful lot of it for a twenty. Now fuck off.”
“That’s not what I meant and you blood well know it! There’s something between us.” William sounded convinced, but Angel could see the insecurity lying under the conviction. He took a deep breath.
“Yeah. It’s called business. That’s all this was. If you thought it was more…you shouldn’t.”
Fuck. He hated that look. Like he had kicked William when he was down.
Which is exactly what this was, but the guy would thank him in the long run.
Angel was stunned when William shoved him against the nearest wall. Turned out the guy’s muscles weren’t just for show. The rough tweed of William’s coat sleeve pressed uncomfortably into Angel’s throat and William’s teeth were bared, leaving Angel with the impression that he had mistaken a feral dog for a well-trained housepet.
“Don’t you dare lie to me. You coward. You felt it! Don’t you dare-” William’s lips pressed together against a swell of emotion, and suddenly he was the nutty professor again. Tame and weary and a little desperate.
Angel couldn’t do it a third time. He just didn’t have the heart, so he spoke quietly. Without malice. “So what if there is something here? Look, this is just how it is…I’m gonna spend the rest of the night sucking off fat slobs in an alley for ten bucks a pop, and you’re gonna spend it at home…reading Shakespeare to your cat or some shit, right? It’s not…do yourself a favor and go home, warm up and chalk this up to a thrilling night slumming it.”
“I want to see you again.”
“Yeah, well, we respectfully reserve the right to refuse service. Find some other rentboy if you’ve got a kink for buying a piece of ass.”
William shook him, hard enough that Angel’s head thunked lightly against the wall. “Not like that, you stupid wanker. I want to see you again. Dinner.” He paused. “Friday.”
Angel stared at him, shocked beyond the ability to speak. “You…. You’re asking me out on a date.” He thought about William’s confusion yesterday over his proposition…history repeating itself, on nearly the same corner. Suddenly it was all too funny. “You’re asking me out on…a date.” Angel clutched his stomach as he laughed his ass off, sagging against the building. “You really don’t get this concept of a hired whore, do you?” God, his gut hurt…he hadn’t laughed like this in forever.
William crossed his arms and stepped back, perturbed. “Oh, go ahead, laugh. I was quite serious, I’ll have you know.”
Angel wiped at his eyes, amusement fading out. “Yeah, I know.” His last tenacious chuckles died away as he saw how seriously William was taking the matter.
If it wasn’t funny, then it was scary as hell. Didn’t this guy see that? There had to be a loophole.
“You gonna take me somewhere nice, or some hole-in-the-wall where your people aren’t gonna see us?”
“I know what you’re intimating, and it’s offensive. To me, and to you.” William’s eyes dropped. “And anyway, I don’t have ‘people.’”
This was a bad idea. A world of bad. Angel couldn’t imagine any way that this would end well.
“Yeah, ok.”
Blue eyes shot back up to his. “Okay?”
“Yeah, that’s what I said. Let’s do this. Been a while since I had a real date, you know.” Try never.
“Ok. Well…I’ll come by your apartment at seven then.”
It sounded so normal, like something you’d see on tv, that it weirded Angel out. “Ok, but just so you know, my pimp’s gonna want to greet you at the door. He’s protective-like.”
Angel almost sniggered when William went sheet-white. “Your…pimp? Is he….?”
Angel let out the childish little laugh that was building in his throat, and pulled William close to kiss the alarmed look right off his face. When William was weak and pliant, sandwiched between Angel and the wall as if he couldn’t possibly hold himself up, Angel pulled away and grinned. “I’m gonna have fun teaching you about how some people have a sense of humor.”
William’s eyes flared as he got it and he hit Angel on the shoulder. Angel licked his lips and stepped away.
“You better get out of here, I still gotta pull some business tonight.-Don’t!-” he interrupted when William looked like he was going to object. “Don’t. Look, I’m not in it for a career, but I don’t even know you. Just-Friday. Okay? Chinese sound good?”
William looked like he was going to open his big mouth anyway, but then he changed his mind. “Chinese sounds lovely.”
“Lovely. And then if you’re good, I’ll let you get to first base.” A bashful smile lit the other man’s face. “See? Humor. Bye William.”
“Goodbye.”
William was reluctant, but he turned and headed towards his car. Angel stood on the sidewalk looking after him until he was too far off to make out. Those tweed trousers hugged his ass pretty good.
Maybe the suit wasn’t so bad, after all.
Not like the guy was going to be dressed very often anyway.
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against all odds, they live happily ever after. Trust me on that one.
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aren’t I supposed to be the one that’s all dirty around here? My first whorefic, and it went all Pretty Woman on me. I’m a disgrace to my good name. I blame William ;)
But! I finally finished it today, and I make up for the tardiness by presenting you with something that is ridiculously long for a one-shot. if you haven't read spanky's The Birthday Special yet, you probably should check it out before you read my sequel. it's muy bueno, and who would turn up their nose at hot spangel whorefic? a crazy person, that's who! I normally don't like William, but hers is delightful. Her fic did a really good job of drawing out William for us, and it made me want to crack open Angel's hard shell to release the tasty little nut inside (....I think I'm in a weird mood today. sorry.)
anyway, I hope you enjoy it, babe. I think you will.
Title: Icing On The Cake (1/1), sequel to spankspike's The Birthday Special
Author: Mel (btvslover82)
Pairing: Spangel (Angel/William)
Rating: so very NC-17
Summary: I'm too lazy to make one up right now. whorefic. Angel's a young rentboy, William is a 30-year-old virgin. well lookie there, it's a summary.
Warnings: more or less underage sex, prostitution, light light sub/dom, um. schmoop. I feel I should warn for schmoop.
Disclaimer: not mine. the boys aren't mine, and neither is the original story idea, which belongs to spankspike who graciously agreed to let me play. jeez, I'm stealing all over the place. klepto.
Liam was dreaming his very favorite dream.
He was at home, on one of those lazy Saturday mornings when his mom would cook a big breakfast because his dad said that a man deserved to eat decent once a week. Wes was over-his best friend-and they’d sleep as late as they could, until his mom was bellowing hard that they’d better get their lazy butts out of bed, and the two of them would stumble off to the bathroom to brush their teeth.
Had to make sure the guest bed looked rumpled before they went down, because his mom would notice when she went to do the sheets if it didn’t look slept in. Couldn’t let his parents find out they’d been sharing a bed, lately.
But it wasn’t time to get up yet. They still had another half hour at least, and Wes was warm and lean, and they were curled all around each other.
These were the best dreams ever.
Slowly, Liam became aware of sounds that cancelled out his dream-undermined its credibility. There were wailing sirens and the slamming of doors where there should have been banging pots in the kitchen downstairs. The scent of stale mildew and cigarettes, rather than the seductive call of bacon frying in the pan.
Wes’ body was a bit smaller than he remembered it to be.
Liam-no, not Liam for a long time, Angel now-jolted back to reality at that little epiphany, tensing with the disorientation of another body in his bed. He slept alone now. Always.
When Angel’s eyes popped open, they met blue ones, vibrant where Wes’ had always been soft, trained close on his face. The small man against him mewed with surprise. After a moment, Angel remembered and relaxed.
The special-case john. William, who got angry when you called him old and had never seen another man’s cock in all his thirty years.
William, who was now looking self-consciously everywhere but Angel.
Back on his game, Angel licked his lips and stretched hugely, arching off the bed and letting the covers slip further down his torso, enjoying the long stretch of muscle over bone.
Enjoying the blue eyes that skittered down his belly avidly. The man blushed like he hadn’t sucked Angel’s dick just a few hours ago. And paid him for the pleasure of it.
“Like what you see?” Angel purred knowingly. His tone made not-so-old William’s cheeks turn rosy-embarrassed to be caught admiring the body of a whore. What rock had this guy been hiding under? Thirty, and blushing like the schoolboy that Angel oughtta be.
William’s keen eyes turned curiously back on Angel’s face.
“How old are you?” he inquired politely.
Angel grinned, sly. “How old do you want me to be?” He took perverse enjoyment in the way the man’s small frame bristled at the flippant response. There might just be a little tiger in this kitten, after all.
“You needn’t make fun. Just tell me if it’s none of my business.”
Angel was used to lying about his age. He made himself younger for the johns, older for the cops, old enough to drink for the guy at the corner store. He was whoever they wanted him to be.
So he was a little surprised by what came out of his mouth next.
“Eighteen next month.”
Shit. The truth.
William’s eyes rounded, and he flushed with guilt. “Oh. You…you’re not…you’re still a….”
Angel laughed. Jesus, the guy looked as though he’d soiled Angel’s virtue or some shit.
It was kind of nice…in a really lame way.
“Relax, seventeen’s legal here, nobody’s gonna throw you in cuffs. Well, actually, they could, seeing as paying me for it ain’t exactly on the up-and-up.”
Angel laughed again at the panicked flush of William’s face, as if he’d just realized what he’d done. Newbies were like that, sometimes. Didn’t hit em that they’d just fucked a whore till after their dicks went off and the lust for Angel’s body had cleared their heads.
Course, he’d never had a newbie newbie. This guy must be freaking out. Speaking of which….
Angel stopped laughing and tackled William to the bed when he tried to do a runner, easily keeping hold of the slight form as it wriggled against him. Sorta getting him in the mood all over again actually…. Angel thought about William’s lips wrapped around his cock and licked his own.
He really shouldn’t give freebies to his customers. Then again, shouldn’t sleep all night with them curled up against him, either. Breaking all sorts of rules for those pretty eyes.
“Hey now, don’t run off, I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m an ass. It’s my thing.”
The man tried to disengage Angel’s arm from around his waist-unsuccessfully. “Yes, well, I sh-should really be going, now that our…I…. I wouldn’t want to keep you.”
Angel licked the rim of the john’s ear. When he blew against it, William shivered. “Don’t get to keep me, pretty William. Just rent me for another couple hours.”
The john blushed when Angel called him pretty. Not even a compliment, really, he was just calling it like it was. Now that he’d gotten the guy out of that hideous suit and his eyes out from behind those frames, he was a real looker.
Sure as hell not somebody who’d need to lose it to a whore at 30 fuckin years old.
Oh well. The world’s loss was Angel’s gain. And things usually ran the other way around these days, so Angel wasn’t bitching.
Pinning the slender body to the bed, Angel began to lave a crooked trail over William’s soft, pale belly. “Do we have a deal?” When Angel’s tongue swirled and dipped at the shy navel, the man’s pretty mouth parted with a breathy little moan, abs ticking with excitement under his lips.
Angel’s mouth teased just shy of the cock curving eagerly against William’s pale skin, and suddenly William jerked with surprise, skittish again.
“I really…can’t…I had quite a good time last night but I-I’m not a virgin any longer, so I should-”
Angel caught the hands that were trying to shove him away, long fingers wrapping around slender wrists to restrain him, and William’s whole body shuddered even before Angel’s lips grazed the shaft of his cock.
Angel wished, for once, that he had a pair of handcuffs. But he didn’t do that sort of thing, not for pay, and keeping them lying around was a bad idea.
“Ever had your dick sucked?”
Color flooded William’s cheeks and he appeared fascinated with the ceiling. “Not as such, no.”
Mouth broadening in a wide, sly smile, Angel blew cool air against the film of saliva he’d left behind on the pretty cock, and William jumped with a sharp intake of breath.
“Then I guess we could say that you’re still a virgin, some ways. Want me to take care of that for you?” Angel laved his tongue over the soft skin of the shaft and grinned when William took a long, steadying breath that wasn’t so steady.
“How much?”
“Tell you what, birthday boy. Gimme another thirty, and that’ll cover everything else we do today. No need to haggle over every…little…thing.” He nibbled at the man’s foreskin, liking the way William’s breath caught in his throat on a sigh.
He didn’t usually like this job so much. But he was good at it, he’d been told.
“Okay.”
William reached for his wallet, but Angel was impatient and he knew the guy was good for it. He latched his mouth over the head of William’s cock and sucked like a hoover, and William bowed off the bed, shouting in surprise. William’s hands wound into Angel’s hair, forgetting the money in his frenzy, pulling a little on the short locks as Angel sank down and swallowed.
But his hands were gentle. Angel wasn’t used to being treated like that.
He kept his eyes trained on William’s face as he fellated him. Angel could vouch for the fact that men made a lot of goofy faces in the heat of the moment. If you had your eyes open, not distracted by your own pleasure, it was almost funny, watching somebody get off. Made him feel like he wasn’t so beneath the johns, like they liked to pretend. He saw them for what they were.
But the fact was, William had the prettiest come-face he’d ever seen. Two swallows around the man’s pretty, thick head and he was shooting down Angel’s throat, crying out like he didn’t expect his body could do that, and maybe he didn’t. His pretty mouth dropped open, cheeks a delicate pink with excitement-not sweaty or blotchy. His dirty blond curls were a mess of bedhead against the pillow, and his eyes shot open, right at the end, to lock with Angel’s-pupils blown and irises brighter than ever. He looked…debauched, but weirdly innocent. Like he didn’t understand that this type of thing was meant to be dirty, with a whore.
Angel wiped his mouth, feeling strangely self-conscious as he crawled towards the head of the bed to lay himself next to William. The other man’s face was turned away. Angel frowned.
“Hey. Somethin’ wrong?” He noticed now that William’s whole face, cheekbone to neck, was red in the dim light of the room.
William’s small frame expanded slowly and then deflated like a popped balloon. He didn’t look at Angel.
“You must think me a completely pathetic wanker.”
Angel hesitated. So much for the afterglow. “Uh…why am I thinking that?”
William’s face whipped around, eyes wide. Angel didn’t think he’d ever seen someone actually…sputter, before. He’d thought it was a figure of speech, but there the guy went, so…huh. “Why? You barely touch me and I…I….”
Ah. Angel smiled, and had to grab the guy to keep him from flinging himself out of the bed. “Lemme share a little secret with you, William. Johns don’t exactly make love or whatever, alright? It’s pretty much a race to the finish around here. Everybody’s just trying to get off and get out. No biggie.”
William still looked sullen, but now he looked sad, too. He was moody like a woman. Angel figured he’d better keep that to himself, or the little blond spitfire here would take offense.
Probably take offense to being called that, too. This dude was high maintenance.
Angel couldn’t say why he liked that.
“Anyway, I’m not in the judgement business. You’ve got me mixed up with some other profession.”
Something about that caught William’s attention. He studied Angel avidly, eyes scanning his face. It made Angel restless, wondering what it was that William saw. What he was looking for.
“What?” he asked shortly. “I got something on my face?”
William totally ignored his irritable tone…and the fact that he had spoken at all, actually.
“How long have you been…doing what you do?”
Angel was caught off guard by the question. Who cared? This guy, apparently. Suddenly, he felt strangely naked to those clear blue eyes, though he refused to show it. “Why do you want to know?”
“Simply curious. You’re quite young. Yet you seem…. I feel like a simpering maiden by comparison, and I’m nearly twice your age.”
“I like making you simper.” Liam bit his lip, making his eyes suggestive as he trailed a finger down William’s chest. “I could make you do it some more, you know….”
William’s mouth pursed in that stubborn set, brushing away his tempting finger. Angel sighed.
“Look, if it seems like I’ve been around the block a time or five, there’s probably a reason for that, you get me?”
William made a thoughtful little hum. Angel rolled back to look at the ceiling, hoping he’d closed the topic by being an asshole. Something told him, no such luck.
“What happened to your parents?”
Angel let out a long-suffering sigh, making no secret what he thought of that line of questioning. “Nothing.”
“So they’re still….”
“Alive and kicking.”
“They turned you out of the house then?”
Angel turned his head to look at William sharply. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it was rude to ask so many questions?”
“They did, but I ignored them. As advice goes, I found it asinine.”
There was a silence long enough to be uncomfortable as they stared at one another. William lifted his brow in an imperial way that pissed Angel off. He turned away, glaring at the ceiling. He hated to be pitied.
“Fine. Yes. They kicked me out.”
Which is what he should do to this nosy john. You give the guy a cheapie special just because he’s a hottie and he goes and sticks his nose in. The nerve of some….
“Was it because you’re gay?”
Angel’s head whipped around. “Who said I’m gay?”
William turned bright red, and Angel had to contain his smirk. Not so nosy now, are you?
William couldn’t seem to commit to a sentence. “You seem…you liked….” He swallowed visibly. “You seem to enjoy what you do.”
Angel snorted. “I enjoy having a full stomach. And electricity, and a place to sleep.”
William looked so flustered and at a loss to recover from his faulty assumption, Angel took pity on him.
“Not that it has anything to do with how I earn my bread, but I am. You just shouldn’t assume, you know? Some of the guys are just…earning a buck.”
William’s features smoothed out thoughtfully. Angel fought the urge to fidget under the attention. Instead, he rolled over onto his stomach and shrugged off the sheet laying over his lower body, hoping to distract the john with a view of his fabulous ass. Remind him what he had paid for, and it wasn’t a heart-to-heart confessional.
Those blue eyes did stray down to the swell of Angel’s buttocks, but his face flamed and he looked quickly back up to Angel’s face.
“When you were…. Besides working, have you ever had someone?”
Jesus. Persistent little fucker.
That thought shouldn’t sound so fond in his own head, but the guy reminded him of Wes. Not just the accent. Wes had been real smart in school, always. He was curious, and once he got going, he could keep at the questions all day. Angel had always been a little more interested in the party side of life himself, so it used to get on his nerves. But this William guy was smart like that….
“Angel?”
His attention came back to the present. “Yeah. I had someone.”
“Did you….did you ever…were you in charge, or….”
Angel imagined Wes, face as flushed as William’s was now but for an entirely different reason, gasping and yanking at Angel’s hair as he thrust down….
Angel cleared his throat. “Yeah, I guess you could say I was in charge.”
It might be Angel’s imagination, but he thought William started breathing a little quicker. “Do you prefer it that way?”
Angel held his eyes. “Yeah.”
Color began to creep into William’s face again. “You said….”
“What?”
“You said the $30 would cover anything I wanted?”
Angel frowned, shifting gears with the question. “I still got veto power here, but…yeah, that’s the deal. Almost anything. I don’t do kinky.”
William’s eyes were skittish now, and Angel started getting a weird feeling about all the john’s questions. Chill out, Liam, there’s no way the guy is thinking what you hope-
“I want you to fuck me!” William suddenly blurted.
Angel drew a blank. He stared.
William chewed at his lip. “You do that, don’t you? Or is that something that’s against the rules-?”
Angel swallowed and tried to recover himself. His cock ached, suddenly raring to go. It sure as hell had no reservations about the idea.
“Yeah, it’s somethin’ I do. I was just surprised is all. Not many clients…want to do that.”
Angel watched William fidget. “Yes, well. I had always imagined I would be the one…that it might be my nature to…. Well I think I might actually prefer…..”
Angel smiled wolfishly, licking his lips. “Getting fucked?”
William scowled. “If you’re going to be so crass and cruel about it, then maybe I should….”
“Hey, relax!” Angel said, maybe a little too eagerly. He leaned over William. “I’m just fucking with you. You gotta be able to say it if you’re gonna do it, right?”
Clear blue eyes locked back on Angel’s, so hopeful. “So you’ll do it then?”
Angel held his breath. Bad idea, bad-idea, badideabadideabadidea-“Yeah. I’ll do it.”
William’s eyes fell to Angel’s mouth. “Can I-?”
They’d already kissed, so he didn’t see the harm in it. And maybe he even wanted to. It had been so long since he’d done anything so intimate and simple. Angel leaned in, kissing William gently, trying to sooth the john’s nervousness a little. The tension seeped from William’s body as their lips moved against each other.
Angel, on the end hand, was wound tighter.
His mind was racing. The fact was, in this area, Angel was as much a virgin as William.
He and Wes had only been 15 when they got caught and Angel’s old man booted him out of the house. They hadn’t really gotten around to anything that serious yet, happy with kissing and touching and rubbing against one another. Wes’s parents, as it turned out, were more PC, but accepting that their own teenage son was gay and letting his boyfriend move in were two very different things. They’d drifted. And once he’d gotten in the biz…well. Truth was a lot of his johns were homophobic closet cases one thin line away from beating the shit out of him, and you didn’t push them if you were smart.
It was common knowledge, apparently, that fucking some boy was on the up and up, but letting anyone near your own ass…well, that made you a faggot.
‘Course, William here didn’t have any of those reservations. He probably hadn’t talked to enough actual human beings to know that other people thought that way. He was just hot to let someone inside his body, even if it was a whore. Angel almost pulled away and asked if he was sure he wanted to do this, that a good-looking guy like him would find someone some day.
But when was someone likely to offer this to Angel again? Half past never. And he wanted it so bad, his hands were shaking a little.
Angel laid a kiss under William’s chin, pulling back to look at him until the shy man started to get restless. “You’re real handsome, you know? You should ditch the suit. Should be illegal to cover up this body like that.”
“You’re just saying that.” William was embarrassed, and it was clear that he didn’t believe a word Angel was saying. How was it possible he’d never been told?
“Not just saying,” Angel said, guiding William’s hand down to his cock. “Wouldn’t agree to do this if I wasn’t hurting to get inside.”
William’s eyes developed a little sheen. “Really?”
“Swear to God.” There was no room for Angel’s own nerves here. This guy was…soft. Too soft. Angel felt a wave of warmth for the man, a protectiveness he’d always reserved for Wes. “Here, fold your legs up. We have to stretch you out good, so it doesn’t hurt.”
Angel’s fingers slipped inside, careful and gentle and looking to give William pleasure, gut clenching when pale eyelids drifted down reverently. William let out a low moan, breathing harder when Angel began to slide and stretch, doing for William what he normally did for himself-except William was so much tighter than he was these days. The muscle squeezed down on his fingers, and just the thought of putting his cock in there set his teeth on edge.
But he took his time, because Angel wasn’t small, and William deserved better than he’d had, his first time. Back when he didn’t know a damn thing about how to say “Not yet, where’s the lube.”
Angel let his other hand roam while he did his job, letting himself touch all that soft pale skin while William’s fists clenched at the pillow behind his head. William was biting his lip, and when Angel began to pay more attention to his hot spot, he started to writhe, breaking out into a fine sweat. Angel didn’t know how he’d ever thought the john was old and lame. This guy was so fucking sexy, just by breathing. Jesus.
“Oh…god. It’s so…it’s…I don’t have the words.”
Angel was breathing a little hard. “I think you’re doing a good job of expressing yourself.”
William pulled him down and they kissed fervently as Angel continued to slide his fingers inside, rubbing himself against William’s body.
“Bloody hell, stop…I’m ready. I’m ready!”
Angel laughed at William’s flustered impatience, but he sounded kind of breathless even to his own ears. “The customer’s always right.”
When William looked on the verge of throwing a snit over his smart mouth, Angel flipped his slender body easily onto his stomach. He gave the tight ass a sharp smack, and William jerked with a horny little cry, looking at Angel over his shoulder-half sex-kitten, half tomcat looking for a fight. His mop of hair was unkempt and a little damp with sweat, ass tilted upwards invitingly, and Angel couldn’t look away when he reached for the condom. He knocked the lamp over in his blind haste, throwing the lighting of the apartment askew, but he was too busy fumbling with the latex to right it.
Angel hesitated. Better double bag it. He didn’t think he had anything, but it was a couple months since he could make it to the free clinic and he’d feel shitty if anything happened to this guy, his first time out. Plus, Angel was so excited, he had a feeling this was going to be a non-event unless he had some serious desensitization going on.
“Are you ready for this?” he asked, tilting William’s hips a little further. He honestly didn’t know what he’d do if the john changed his mind, so when William’s response was an irritable order to “bloody well get on with it,” Angel didn’t tease him for suddenly growing a pair. Instead he scooted closer to kneel where the man’s legs were sprawled open for him, and began to slowly press the tip of his cock inside.
Neither of them breathed until Angel’s pelvis was pressed up against William, cock buried so deep inside his flesh that when William exhaled a low moan, Angel felt it vibrate around him.
He remembered to breath. “Okay?”
William bit his lip in hesitation and then nodded. He began to shift restlessly, body begging to be fucked even though neither of them was ready for that yet.
“Stop wiggling,” Angel gritted out, but William just whimpered, rubbing his cock against the cheap sheets, ass clenching around Angel in a way that was gonna make him a lot less considerate in about three seconds.
He dropped his weight on top of the other man’s body, pressing it into the mattress, lacing his hands against the backs of William’s and holding those down as well. “Stop. Moving.”
William finally went still, rib cage filling and deflating with excitement under Angel’s body. He clearly liked being held down and told what to do. Fuck. Angel shouldn’t think about that right now.
God, his cock felt good. That was another train of thought that wasn’t going to help things any, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. William’s body was clamping down hard on him, trying to expel the intrusion, but he wasn’t going anywhere. Ever, if he could help it. One of Angel’s nicer regulars sometimes gave him a reach-around when he was close to getting his money’s worth, but a hand had nothing on this. Shit. He was going to have to start trading favors with one of the other guys that worked the block.
“Angel, please....”
William was trying to wriggle again, and his begging forced more blood into Angel’s cock. Angel licked over the back of his neck, making the smaller body stiffen with an almost indecipherable quake. “Please, what?”
Bright blue eyes flashed impatiently over a pale shoulder. “Please stop being a wanker and fuck me.”
A smug grin bloomed across Angel’s face. “Look who’s using his words.”
Still squeezing William’s hands tight, he started rotating his hips carefully, shallow movements that made William whimper. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, no space between, and Angel was choking back on the need to thrust and have and take. There was just something right about this. For the first time since he’d started fucking for money, Angel felt heady, uncomplicated lust-any pleasure normally derived from his transactions felt greasy and second-rate. But this was….
Angel began to elongate his strokes, withdrawing farther, plunging deeper. He reigned himself in from really going at it, wanting to draw this little piece of heaven out. Wanting to avoid bruising the pretty body beneath his own. Wanting to make it so good that William would come back begging for more.
William’s face was tense with pleasure, head turned to the side, small surprised sounds being pressed from his lungs each time Angel stroked into his body. Angel realized that the other man’s fingers had curled inward so that he was holding onto Angel as tight as he was being held.
“Aw, fuck. You love this, don’t you?”
William gasped and nodded, eyes still squeezed tight, and Angel began to thrust a little faster. William cried out and tried to arch his back under Angel’s weight, and Angel released one hand to bury his in William’s thick curls, pulling them aside and using them to stretch that slender white neck. Licking and biting and sucking at the soft flesh. When William purred and tried to push himself up on his hands, Angel easily held him down, fist tightening gently in his hair. Just as he thought, it made William hotter.
“God, Angel….” William was trying to fuck himself back into Angel with the little range of motion he was allowed. So eager to give himself over to someone else, horny with the gentle domination Angel was demanding.
William, who was a good boy and always took care of his mother, liked being held down and touched softly. Angel bit back the surge of current that thought sent to his balls.
He licked over William’s ear, voice coming out too deep as he pulsed steadily William’s tight hole. “Such a perfect boy,” he praised, though the man twice his age. William bit his lip against a whimper. “Lying there and taking my cock. You’re so fucking beautiful…perfect for me….”
William sobbed out and started thrusting down into the mattress, dirty talk driving him to desperation. Angel let go of William’s other hand to slip his own under the man’s hips, cupping a tight little tunnel against William’s cock. William keened, body vibrating with need, hands gripping the pillow against his face in an attempt to muffle the sound.
Angel moaned and pounded into him harder, words coming quicker than thought. “It’s ok, baby, I’ve got you…make it so good….”
When he pulled back to prop himself up for better leverage, Angel realized that William’s face was wet, tears leaking from his closed eyelids, lashes damp. He was weeping without a sound, pretty, melancholy, lonely tears. Sadness rolled off the man in waves, and Angel didn’t know what he was mourning, but his own chest felt conspicuously tight all of a sudden. He untangled his fingers from William’s hair and wrapped the other man in a tight grip, still rocking him forward into a solicitous hand.
“I thought…I thought no one would ever….”
Angel brushed his mouth over William’s soft wet cheek, kissing the side of his mouth, trying to stop the pitiful words. His own loneliness was suddenly thick enough to drown in, and the comfort-noises he murmured into William’s ear took him back to wee hours of the night quieting baby Kathy when she fussed in her nursery. Some nights, only her big brother would do.
Kathy had turned five last month, and he didn’t even know what she looked like.
“Harder,” William begged, and Angel accommodated him, blotting out the poisonous memories in favor of pouring himself into the man underneath him. He pounded into William, clutching at him, murmuring reverent curses against William’s incoherent cries.
William’s body locked up around Angel, fingers digging into the bedding as warm, sticky fluid spilled into his hand, and Angel realized his own need to come had crept up under the intensity of everything else he was feeling. William’s body jerked sensitively under his own as he continued to stroke the man with his own come, and Angel surged down into him a few last times before he let himself go, curling his big body over top of William’s in an effort to keep himself from flying to pieces.
Angel felt shaky and strange, as if his skin were stripped away, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. He had no idea what the hell had just happened. Why he was almost in tears over fucking a stranger. A stranger who was paying him for it, no less. But the thought of letting go was even worse than the thought of William seeing him like this, so Angel eased them onto their sides, keeping the smaller body tucked against his own. He breathed William in, trying to get his heart under control.
They cooled down, but neither of them said anything. And neither of them slept.
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When the sun went down, they were still curled against one another, though William had turned so he was fitted against Angel’s side. Angel lay on his back and studied the watermarks on his ceiling, petting a hand over William’s lean body. He was scared to be the first one to talk. He didn’t have dialogue to suit this particular occasion, not anymore. He was too used to dealing in hackneyed hooker-speak.
But now the need to say something couldn’t be put off. “Hey.” The murmur sounded loud after so much silence. He felt William shift to look up at him, but he kept his eyes fastened on the stain that looked like an elephant. “I have to go to back to work.”
“Oh.” William sounded flustered, and Angel hated pissing all over his afterglow, but this wasn’t his life. Lying here feeling warm and….
Well it only made the thought of going back out there seem shittier than ever.
William pulled away, sitting up. “Yes, of course. I forgot myself. You….”
When William’s thought died out for lack of courage, Angel rolled and sat at the edge of the bed with his back to the man. He wiped a hand over his face. He felt…creaky and hung-over, even though he hadn’t had the cash to buy booze in a week at least. He’d been hard up enough last night to coerce a 30-year-old virgin into transacting a little business, and if he didn’t make bank tonight, he might as well kiss this charming little bungalow of his goodbye.
When he pushed himself to his feet and started to pick through the clothing on the floor, trying to find something clean enough, Angel felt William get out of bed and stiffly pull his own clothing on. That stupid fucking suit. Angel snorted when he finally caught sight of how sexless William looked. His goodies were all tucked away, as if they were never there.
Angel started towards the door. “Be careful in this neighborhood, alright? Getting hit up by a hooker is the nicest thing that happens around here.”
“Wait!”
Angel stopped with his hand on the knob, rolling his eyes at the door before he turned back around. William’s outstretched hand contained two twenties: ten for blowing Angel, thirty for the day. It was a quarter of what Angel needed to make rent tomorrow.
He felt oily inside at the thought of taking those bills.
“I don’t want your money.”
William looked perplexed. “What? But you-”
“Take your cash and get the fuck outta here, William. Go back to whatever ‘burb you came from, find some other geeky yuppy faggot to get your rocks off with and take up knitting so that you can surprise him with some fucking little sweater for his poodle, alright? Or don’t. Do whatever the hell you want, as long as I don’t have to see your face around here again.”
Angel almost felt guilty about the shocked, lost look that his cold snap of temper had put on William’s face, but he was too irritable about the night he had ahead of him. He turned and banged out of the apartment, not caring that he was leaving his door wide open, William still staring after him.
The night air felt nippy, and a strong wind cut right through his jacket as he made his way down to his territory. Made it hard to light the cigarette that was supposed to warm his insides from his lungs out. Winter was blowing in. Not that winter was ever too brutal in LA, but the thought of dropping his pants in an alley in this weather made his balls shrink up against his body. Shitty night.
When he heard a familiar voice calling shrilly for him to wait, Angel started to walk faster. He tapped some ash from the end of his cigarette as he power-walked-because he was not running away, dammit. He was just…getting where he was going in a speedy and efficient manner.
He was surprised when a hand grabbed his elbow and yanked him around-not because he hadn’t known that William was right behind him, because the guy wouldn’t shut up, but because he hadn’t expected mousy little William to be so…demanding.
‘Course, mousy little William didn’t look so mousy. He looked pissed.
He shoved a finger into Angel’s chest, face contorted with outrage. Angel took a drag and tried to pretend it wasn’t making him a little hot. “How dare you dismiss me that way? As if I were no more than a…a….” He waved one cultured hand as if he could pluck the right word from thin air. “A cheap fuck.”
Angel lifted a brow and exhaled, genuinely amused. “You were a cheap fuck. Or…I was. And you got an awful lot of it for a twenty. Now fuck off.”
“That’s not what I meant and you blood well know it! There’s something between us.” William sounded convinced, but Angel could see the insecurity lying under the conviction. He took a deep breath.
“Yeah. It’s called business. That’s all this was. If you thought it was more…you shouldn’t.”
Fuck. He hated that look. Like he had kicked William when he was down.
Which is exactly what this was, but the guy would thank him in the long run.
Angel was stunned when William shoved him against the nearest wall. Turned out the guy’s muscles weren’t just for show. The rough tweed of William’s coat sleeve pressed uncomfortably into Angel’s throat and William’s teeth were bared, leaving Angel with the impression that he had mistaken a feral dog for a well-trained housepet.
“Don’t you dare lie to me. You coward. You felt it! Don’t you dare-” William’s lips pressed together against a swell of emotion, and suddenly he was the nutty professor again. Tame and weary and a little desperate.
Angel couldn’t do it a third time. He just didn’t have the heart, so he spoke quietly. Without malice. “So what if there is something here? Look, this is just how it is…I’m gonna spend the rest of the night sucking off fat slobs in an alley for ten bucks a pop, and you’re gonna spend it at home…reading Shakespeare to your cat or some shit, right? It’s not…do yourself a favor and go home, warm up and chalk this up to a thrilling night slumming it.”
“I want to see you again.”
“Yeah, well, we respectfully reserve the right to refuse service. Find some other rentboy if you’ve got a kink for buying a piece of ass.”
William shook him, hard enough that Angel’s head thunked lightly against the wall. “Not like that, you stupid wanker. I want to see you again. Dinner.” He paused. “Friday.”
Angel stared at him, shocked beyond the ability to speak. “You…. You’re asking me out on a date.” He thought about William’s confusion yesterday over his proposition…history repeating itself, on nearly the same corner. Suddenly it was all too funny. “You’re asking me out on…a date.” Angel clutched his stomach as he laughed his ass off, sagging against the building. “You really don’t get this concept of a hired whore, do you?” God, his gut hurt…he hadn’t laughed like this in forever.
William crossed his arms and stepped back, perturbed. “Oh, go ahead, laugh. I was quite serious, I’ll have you know.”
Angel wiped at his eyes, amusement fading out. “Yeah, I know.” His last tenacious chuckles died away as he saw how seriously William was taking the matter.
If it wasn’t funny, then it was scary as hell. Didn’t this guy see that? There had to be a loophole.
“You gonna take me somewhere nice, or some hole-in-the-wall where your people aren’t gonna see us?”
“I know what you’re intimating, and it’s offensive. To me, and to you.” William’s eyes dropped. “And anyway, I don’t have ‘people.’”
This was a bad idea. A world of bad. Angel couldn’t imagine any way that this would end well.
“Yeah, ok.”
Blue eyes shot back up to his. “Okay?”
“Yeah, that’s what I said. Let’s do this. Been a while since I had a real date, you know.” Try never.
“Ok. Well…I’ll come by your apartment at seven then.”
It sounded so normal, like something you’d see on tv, that it weirded Angel out. “Ok, but just so you know, my pimp’s gonna want to greet you at the door. He’s protective-like.”
Angel almost sniggered when William went sheet-white. “Your…pimp? Is he….?”
Angel let out the childish little laugh that was building in his throat, and pulled William close to kiss the alarmed look right off his face. When William was weak and pliant, sandwiched between Angel and the wall as if he couldn’t possibly hold himself up, Angel pulled away and grinned. “I’m gonna have fun teaching you about how some people have a sense of humor.”
William’s eyes flared as he got it and he hit Angel on the shoulder. Angel licked his lips and stepped away.
“You better get out of here, I still gotta pull some business tonight.-Don’t!-” he interrupted when William looked like he was going to object. “Don’t. Look, I’m not in it for a career, but I don’t even know you. Just-Friday. Okay? Chinese sound good?”
William looked like he was going to open his big mouth anyway, but then he changed his mind. “Chinese sounds lovely.”
“Lovely. And then if you’re good, I’ll let you get to first base.” A bashful smile lit the other man’s face. “See? Humor. Bye William.”
“Goodbye.”
William was reluctant, but he turned and headed towards his car. Angel stood on the sidewalk looking after him until he was too far off to make out. Those tweed trousers hugged his ass pretty good.
Maybe the suit wasn’t so bad, after all.
Not like the guy was going to be dressed very often anyway.
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against all odds, they live happily ever after. Trust me on that one.
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aren’t I supposed to be the one that’s all dirty around here? My first whorefic, and it went all Pretty Woman on me. I’m a disgrace to my good name. I blame William ;)