by Sean Michael
"Right. Right. I didn't think of that." Rafe's fingers slid out of him, his Angel standing and tugging open his jeans. "I want to feel you around me."
"Fuck, yes." His mouth watered at the sight of that hard prick.
"You ready for me, Daniel?" Rafe leaned one knee against his chair, the other foot staying on the ground.
"I was born ready, Angel." Hell, if Rafe didn't hurry up, he was going to growl.
That hard cock pressed against him, Angel moaning softly. "God, this is hot."
"Gonna be better when you're in." He wrapped one leg around Rafe's hip, dragging the man closer.
Rafe's breath hitched and that hard cock finally pushed into him, filling him slowly. "Oh, God. Hot."
"Uh-huh." He caught himself staring up, grinning into those stunned eyes.
Rafe's hand trembled slightly as it slid along his cheek. "Daniel."
Then Angel's mouth closed over his, a low groan fed into his mouth as that hard cock started to move. The chair started creaking and groaning as their tongues started fighting, sliding, playing together. Rafe grabbed his ass and tugged him off the chair a little, hitting his gland on the next thrust.
"Angel!" His scream frightened the birds, made them fly off in a rush. He got a wild grin, Rafe pushing harder and harder into him. "Never. Never let someone in without a glove before." He wanted Angel to know.
Rafe's eyes went wide and their teeth clicked as Angel's mouth closed fiercely over his. Soft, sweet noises filled his mouth as surely as Rafe's cock pushed into his body. Oh. Oh, fuck. He was going to fucking come again. Rafe's hand wrapped around his prick, tugging.
"Angel. Fuck. Fuck. I." He was fixin' to. He. Oh.
"Daniel!" Rafe's eyes widened and his hips jerked, pushing the hard cock even deeper. "Please."
"Fuck. Fuck, yeah." He went tight all over, heels thrumming on the ground.
Angel squeezed his cock hard and came. He could feel each pulse of spunk coming from Rafe's prick, those eyes and mouth wide open. His own eyes rolled back, cock throbbing, his come just spraying out.
Rafe rested against him, panting as a breeze cooled them.
"I. Goddamn honey." He was all stupid and melty. Almost better than a good stadium set.
Almost.
Rafe's lips pressed against his, the kiss lazy, like Rafe was pretty damn melty himself. "I have never met anyone like you, Daniel."
"I would hope not, honey." He chuckled at himself, stretched a little. "I'm fucking special."
As he stretched, Rafe's cock slid out of him, making his Angel groan. "You are you, you know."
"I'm just another hat act. Don't tell anyone."
"It's not your hat I'm interested in." Rafe told him, smiling at him.
"No?" He dragged his hand down Rafe's belly. "You're sure about that, FBI man?"
Those cheeks picked up a bit of color and Rafe's prick jerked, obviously trying to fill again. His Angel didn’t even try to correct him on the agency this time. "Uh-huh. Really sure."
"Good." He chuckled, stretched his fingers, itching to pick a little.
Oh. Itching.
He'd forgotten.
Rafe gave him a quick kiss and stood, putting himself away. "Feels weird being naked outside, doesn't it?" Rafe was looking pretty hard at his naked ass, though.
"Sort of? I don't know; I grew up skinny dipping and shit. You have to watch the snakes."
"Not much skinny dipping going on in the city. We've got our own brand of snakes though." Rafe gave him a grin and reached to slide warm fingers along his prick where it lay against his thigh. "Of course some snakes aren't bad at all..."
He chuckled, swatted Rafe idly. "Like my snake could wake up again." He wasn't old yet, but damn.
"It just needs a nap." Rafe watched his own fingers stroking Daniel's prick. "It's a great snake." Then Angel laughed sheepishly and half turned. "Did I win the bet?" he asked.
"You know it." He leaned in, nuzzled Rafe's hip. "I can't even remember what I bet."
Rafe made a soft, happy noise, and one hand dropped into his head, stroking through his hair. "I think it was a million dollars." The laughter sounded good in his angel's voice.
"Oh, I'll pull that right out of my ass."
"I'm pretty sure it's not there -- I checked pretty thoroughly earlier." Rafe looked down at him, eyes twinkling madly.
"Oh, ho! You do have a sense of humor!" He'd always heard the FBI didn't issue those.
Rafe popped him in the arm. "Ass."
"Honey? That's my arm." Fuck, a man could get used to that laugh, to the happiness on Angel's face.
He grabbed his jeans, heading in. "Come on, Angel. Shower, then you can grill me a burger."
"Oh, I can, can I?" Rafe followed, grabbing his ass.
"Absolutely. You can wait on me, hand and foot. I'm a star, remember?" That was him. Mr. Star.
"Hand and foot, huh? I think I can manage that."
"Fuckin' A." He chuckled, heading down the hallway. "You going to wash my hair, too?" He held up the cast, teasing.
"You're pushing it. Besides, if you want me to do your hair, we should make it a bath instead of a shower. That would be easier with your cast, anyway."
"Oh. You're going to bathe me?" This was fucking fun. "Are you going to wear a toga?"
Rafe rolled his eyes. "I'm getting in the tub with you, asshole."
"Damn. I was hoping for your fine ass in a sheet."
"I'd look silly." Rafe put the plug in the tub and got the water started.
"Yeah, but it would amuse me." He started stripping. "Naked works, too."
Rafe turned to watch, eyes hot as they took him in. "Gimme a minute," Angel said suddenly, heading back up the hall.
"What are you up to, Angel?"
"Just get in the tub."
"Okay, darlin'." He slid in, leaning back hard.
Rafe came back a few moments later, draped in a white sheet. "You laugh and it comes off."
"Oh, man. You are a good sport." He grinned, doing his damnedest to applaud with the broken hand.
Rafe gave him a half bow, and then knelt by the tub. "You're gonna owe me."
"Yeah? I can handle that. I'll write you a song. My hero, the angel." In fact, he liked that hook.
Rafe’s cupped hands dipped into the water and then poured it over his shoulders. "A song? Really? For me?"
"Shit, yeah. I'm not half bad at it, believe it or not."
"I know. You shake it pretty good, too. I had a front row seat for weeks, remember?" The soap bubbled up between Rafe's hands.
"Actually, I don't know if I ever saw you. Did you like it?"
Rafe grinned. "It grew on me." Those soapy hands started moving over him, starting at his shoulders, Rafe working on down from there.
"That's a classy way of saying no..." Oh. Oh, that felt good.
"It's a classy way of saying I'm a city boy with no taste, but after awhile I grew to like it." He got a grin as Rafe's fingers drifted across his nipples.
"Mmm. You are a smart, smart guy, Angel." His nipples perked up, just a little.
"I don't know, Daniel. I'm not sure falling for the man I'm supposed to be protecting is too smart." Rafe looked up and met his eyes for a moment before looking back down to where his hands were sliding downward.
"You can't fight shit like this, honey. It's not natural." He didn't care what folks said, love didn't care.
"So I should just go with it and not worry, huh?" Those fingers were gentle as they cleaned his cock, his balls.
"Exactly. No worries. Just enjoy what we've got."
Leaning in, Rafe brought their lips together, kissing him softly. Those eyes watched him, Rafe holding his gaze as the kiss deepened.
Daniel cupped Rafe's jaw, fingers stroking. It didn't matter what was coming. They both had lives and shit outside of here. This right now, though? This was safe.
Theirs.
Home.
To be continued in the final installment Guardian Angel 3: Fight, comin
g soon to Torquere Press.
Guardian Angel: Fight
Copyright © 2007 by Sean Michael
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